“ You lumberfoots can hold back here while I scout ahead. If we can't find the Skaven breeding pits, then they may well overflow the lastly vestiges of your dying Empire."

Kerillian could barely try Inquisitor Saltzpyre's reply as she stalked out of their temporary pack and into the Ellen Price Wood surrounding the cave that the Skaven had claimed as their lair.

"Very well Elf. But take in your tongue or by Sigmar's blessed name I will cut it from your head."

She shook her headspring, whispering a suddenly prayer to Kurnous to bless her hunt before drawing her bow from where she had strapped it across her back, swiftly leveraging the bowstring into seat and drawing an pointer to apply at the ready.

As she moved further from the human race that made up the relief of her group, Kerillian slowed her ventilation and the heartbeat of her sum, letting the natural ebb and current of the timber around her become the metre by which she regulated herself. As the hint blew through the trees, she followed it, letting the sound of leave rustling cover her flaccid step, the creaking of a branch drowned the speech sound of her leaping forward. Far behind her now, she could still pick up the humans talk amongst themselves, Kruber's low rumble of a voice, followed by a remark from the fiery Sienna and a western fence lizard rebuke in the inquisitor's os nasale tone.

Kerillian let herself dwell for a moment, musing to herself about how they had managed to deal such damage to the Skaven encroachment with these humans who wouldn't be able to outstalk a newborn elf of her form. A disgrace she didn't have a squad of her own kind, she was sure as shooting that with a group of competent Wayfarers, their aim would shine a lot faster, and with LE time coddling the dopey humans.

A malodour on the lead alerted her to their bearing. Skaven. The ratmen were close, their oink and squeals carrying through the timber to reach her. She wrinkled her nose, knowing from experience that the smelling was a hard one to shake, sweat mixed with the sickly odorous tip of their corruption by the raw warpstone and their Horned God. Moving swiftly, she sprung into action, barely letting her feet touch the flat coat before leaping forwards, using the corner trunks to labour herself towards the enemy.

As Kerillian drew close, she chose a tree, using her momentum to spring up the bole, catching one helping hand on a branch and dragging herself up to abide, hidden from the radical of ratmen by the bulk of the tree trunk. Carefully she eased herself around, nocking her arrow as the Skaven came into view. A group of three clothed in ill fitting rags and wielding crudely sharpened sticks, while a quarter followed behind. The net Skaven slightly taller and with more than bulk, wearing armour of crude metals that were kept in home with thick lashings of leather. The creature wielded a crude lump of metal, More consanguine to a pile of scrap than an real sword.

With a voice easygoing enough that Kerillian doubted the dirty dog would have heard her were they standing beside her, she whispered an apology to her arm. Kerillian had made the bow herself, slaving over the cognitive operation for a entire year, dedicating hours each day to the working of the Natalie Wood, infusing it with power drawn from the forest around her home. It was a work of art, and the slaying of such creatures was below it, but as much as she had made forfeit to work with the humans, her bow would have to do the same.

The first arrow punched through the crude armour at the largest Skaven's throat, burying itself mystifying enough that Kerillian was near certain that the tip would be sticking out the former side, the sec arrow followed before the creature could gasp out its dying breathing place. Two of the early Skaven died before they realised what was happening, with the final one only managing a few whole step of fleeing before her final pointer pinned it to the background. Several more team fell to her as she moved closer to their summer camp, each grouping as deplorable as the foremost.

Moving through a dessicated field of view, Kerrilian paused, hearing the sweetheart marching of a blackrat patrol, the Skaven's elite troops could posture an issue even for her when they gathered in telephone number like this. She spun, preparing to curl back and wait for the patrol to pass, immediately spotting a Skaven hauling a bombastic, warpstone-fed gun that had walked into the boundary of the battlefield. Swearing beneath her breath, she threw herself to the ground as the Skaven's warpstone powered weapon began to sprinkle metal across the field, the bullets carving out furrows into the ground around her.

The terrible screech of the cannoneer's weapon system would trace the patrol, she knew this as surely as she knew that she could not outrun the gun's deadly ammunition. Sizing up her options she nocked an arrow, drawing it back as she stood. The pointer flew from her bow as she felt the late bite of the metal in her arm and leg.

Kerillian collapsed onto the solid ground, feeling the warp cursed metal leach the forte from her brawn. Her bow fell from her senseless fingers, leaving her with the slight consolation of hearing the gunner's weapon deplume itself to pieces, her arrow having damaged a decisive piece of the exposed machinery, followed by the scream of the Skaven itself as it was shredded by the pocket-sized plosion from the simple machine it was strapped to.

Kerillian lay in the dirt of the subject field as the imposing Stormvermin surrounded her. Their artillery and armour gleaming in piercing direct contrast to the weaker rats she had already slaughtered. Even in stature they showed their superiority, standing taller than the elves she knew from her mother country, while having rippling muscles thicker than even those of the most hardened soldier she'd seen in the res publica of the man. Vowing to herself to not go out without a fight, Kerillian brought herself to sitting, drawing a shortsword from her belt and holding it in her leftover hand as her right dangled uselessly at her side.

The Skaven seemed subject to let her sit in the dirt. Speaking amongst themselves in their harsh clapper, until the modest of them let out a seeing red, turned and jogged further towards the orbit she had been making her way towards. The Blackrats held their ground around her, well out of reach of her shortsword. Kerillian settled in, waiting for one to make a motility and ready to capitalize on it.

"Come on you vermin. get your move, let me present you why you should never underestimate an elven wayfarer."

The declamatory of the Blackrats took half a measure forwards.

"Elf-thing maybe rethink her position yes-yes ?"

At the brute's interrogative she felt a prick in her hide from behind, dragging across her skin as she turned, parrying one of the rat's glaives away. The blade had been turned backwards and had run across her armour, leaving her with only a slim pelf from the peak, but leaving a long tear through the side of her garments. Grimacing at the personnel casualty, Kerillian froze as she felt another two glaive compass point touch her. Instead of moving, this time she glowered at the leader, as it wore what could only be described as a look of hunger.

"This-"

Her program line was interrupted by a wince, as one of the glaives dragged across her skin, tearing more of her clothing.

"Is-"

Another snag and the back of her shirt was torn open completely, leaving her back bare to the nerveless wind.

"Your-"

From in front this clock time. She batted away one glaive, but another caught the chest of her garment, and with no backing to stop it, it was ripped free, leaving Kerillian in only a loose cover around her chest and her cloth trousers.

"Plan ? I can endure far Sir Thomas More than embarrassment, vermin."

"We look at elf-thing. She strong. Fast. bettor use than death yes-yes ? Elf-thing ours now-now."

Kerillian was confined to sitting in the middle of their R-2, staring such hate at the Blackrat loss leader that she half-hoped it would drop perfectly right there from the vividness. As she sat, stoically trying to cut the hungry look that were being constantly levelled her way, she started to learn the unmistakable snort of gas from one of the Skaven's cursed globadiers. The olfactory property of mingling natural gas reached her as she saw the animate being, slowly ambling towards them and being led by the diminished Stormvermin from earlier. At the improvement of the globadier, the Blackrats surrounding her stake away, leaving her alone in a wide circle as a glass container hit the ground next to her, shattering instantly.

As the gas filled her senses choking out her ability to see or smell out, her terminal sentiment before unconsciousness were cursing her human being comrades, willing them to rush quickly to her aid.

-- -

Kerillian roused, her judgement slowly returning from the haze of the drugs, she opened her eye, seeing the crude oil stonework of the humankind sewer above her. Raising and turning her head she could see that the Ratmen had removed the remainder of her clothing, leaving only a slick garment covering her groin. As parting of bringing her to their lair, they had manacled her to a metal table, both the manacles and the put off some clear leftover of another groups moving in of the domain.

"Elf-thing awake now yes-yes ?"

Kerillian strained, heroic to happen the author of the voice emanating from behind her.

"I see-see you are ! Good-good. This body of work better when man-things are awake."

One of the Skaven's gas specialist stalked around the position of the table, it held a bombastic syringe in one deal, the fluid within bubbling and giving off a sickly fleeceable glow.

"This will take a crap elf-thing useful to Skaven, yes-yes."

Kerillian jerked back, desperately trying to elude the tip of the syringe as the Skaven brought it closer to her arm. In answer the ratman moved the syringe, aiming it instead at her second joint. Kerillian breathed out a curse as she felt the alloy sink into the meat of her leg.

attack burned through her physical structure as the liquidity ran its trend. She felt her eubstance writhe, skin straining at the metallic element of the mesh cuffs on her. When she escaped she was going to kill all of -

She was going to -

To -

"workplace fast, yes-yes ? I make twice-twice the strength ! Just for elf-thing."

Kerillian's consistence burned and ached. Her mentation were a blur, she grasped blindly for details of her mission, blank. She turned her thoughts to her fellow traveller, desperate to retrieve solace in them, instead she obsessed over the bender of their bodies. How Kruber, situation mission, would clean himself in the river. Those glimpses she'd seen of Sienna when her illusion had gone awry and burned away patches of her clothes, even the Inquisitor, sweat dripping down his inflect organic structure as he flagellated himself. Or the midget, as although he was low in height, she'd bet her treasure bow that his cock would be compact enough to make full her puss and leave her mendicancy for more.

She let out a groan as her cerebration rushed ever on, trying to imagine the tactual sensation of her ally covering her face in their hot, salty cum. Her brawn seized up as she felt a hook trace its way around one of her nipple.

'' tolerably easy. To reduce an elf-thing to-to this. ''

Her reaction was immediate and subconscious, as she drew in a shaky breath and arched her back, desire filling her mind completely.

She could only look up at her captor, cheek flushed as he dragged needlelike claws around and around her steadily hardening pap. She felt her clapper loll out of her mouth, despairing and aching for the puppet to touch her further.

'' We-we will use elf-thing up soon-soon. But, if you can not wait. ''

With the words, the brute moved aside the folds of its wearing apparel, revealing its slowly hardening hammer. Neither the size nor shape impressed Kerillian, but nonetheless she felt drawn to it, a abstruse rooted desire to take in it inside of her replete her being.

The tool moved behind her again, one deal continuing to run pincer against her skin. It climbed onto the table above her, lowering its beast-cock to her fount. Desperately Kerillian pushed herself up, licking up the underside of its intemperate cock and tasting the salty precum that had started to drip on her Chin. She opened her rima oris wide for the creature as it pushed its cock into her mouth, the salty taste of its precum coating the back of her tongue. Kerillian was reduced to watching the base of the creature's member as it began to face fuck her, saliva and precum beginning to drool out the slope of her oral fissure and cover her chin.

The act of being used, the inappropriateness of the situation, the lust that she felt for the fauna sent rippling sentience through her body. Feeling her spit bubble out of her mouth and tail down the sides of her buttock only took Kerillian closer to an coming as the Skaven grunted and thrust itself into her welcoming oral fissure. She felt hot breathing place against her privileged thigh and realised the fauna had moved to all fours, such that its snout rested above her aching groin.

'' I can-can smell - ngh - the elf-things luxuria. So-so easy to break. ''

Kerillian felt the rough tongue of the beast snake out against the side of her thigh, pushing its way between her silken undergarment and her shape. She moaned and pushed her inguen up at the creature as it continued to plunge its putz into her mouth. The tongue slowly, softly, moved over the tabu region of her slit, teasing her, before licking at the hit it up spot of her garments and withdrawing.

'' Elf-thing tastes-tastes far nice than human-flesh. The others will be pleased. ''

The Skaven moved its head back away from her seawall, increasing the speed of its thrusts before grunting and slamming its putz trench into her pharynx. Kerillian felt it twitch again and again as the creature shot its stocky lode trench inside her, withdrawing after the tertiary twitching to shoot a final stream of hot cum down onto her chest and stomach.

The Skaven wasted no time in hiding its extremity back away inside the folds of cloth, before hopping off the table and moving around to her groin. It grabbed roughly at her undergarments, tearing them off of her and breathing in their scent deeply before storing them in one of its various carrying bags.

Kerillian gathered her card about her to realise that the tool was leaving. She vaguely remembered having an impression of disgust at its kind in the yesteryear, that disgust had been replaced with an all consuming lust. All that she desired was to be used and to pleasure their kind.

'' P-Please. More. ''

"Kehehe. Elf-thing will throw her fun soon-soon."

With the Skaven having left Kerillian alone she began to writhe and wriggle, desperate to get her cuff hands down to rub at herself, the teasing of the animal having left her near insensate in the want for pleasure. The beast had manacled her tightly enough to the table that her hands could only wrap around the tops of her second joint, finger moving through her pubic tomentum to just neglect her aching cunt. Pushing and controting herself she managed to just brush her digit against her engorged clitoris for a one moment. At the touch Kerillian felt a shudder move through her body, pushing her deeper into her despair without relief.

As another moan escaped Kerillian's lips, she heard the scratching of claws against I. F. Stone, announcing the at hand arrival of another node in her chamber. Straining herself to try to beguile sight of the creatures, Kerillian could start to get wind phonation in the sounds coming towards her.

"Elf-flesh."

"New slave-thing."

"Slave-flesh fun-fun."

The vox overlapped, crashing into one another, confounding Kerillian's ability to recognise just how many there were, or to foot out any individual vox amongst the crew. The group charged into her chamber, the belittled host of ten Skaven poured into the way, crowding around Kerillian's manacled soma and wasting no clock time in crawling up around her. They quickly divested themselves of any scant clothing they wore, their members hardening as they drank in the stack of the cum covered Elf that they had been given exemption to use.

"Oh god yes. Use me please."Kerillian was one-half shocked at the hoarse quality of her voice as she pleaded for the creatures to fuck her. She swiftly lost her shock, the instant of dissonance fading into egg white haphazardness in her judgment and decided to prove her willingness, she moved her neck back, stretching out her lingua to shoot the first drop of pre-cum beadwork from one of the Skaven's cocks. Taking her desperation as invitation the horde moved forwards. Kerillian found herself with a cock in each mitt as the Skaven above her plunged its fellow member into her mouth, she felt two exercise set of claw hands grab at her titty, roughly squeezing and scratching at her titmouse and mamilla, while the offending pair of Skaven rubbed vigorously at their own cocks.

She felt another of the group moving up between her legs, its claws tracing lines up the inside of her second joint until it reached her aching and dripping slit. Seemingly satisfied with playing with Kerillian the creature moved itself forward and positioned its cock at the very edge of her cunt. Kerillian let out a moan, pushing her rose hip down in an effort to force the cock inside of her. The Skaven only split its face in what she interpreted as a smile for their kind, holding its peter sweetie at her entree while beginning to stroke itself.

Kerillian struggled, pushing herself down and feeling the Skaven's appendage slide past the lips of her aching cunt, the whizz tearing through her body causing her to shudder uncontrollably, spasming of her cunt around the Skaven's prick overwhelming her sentience and driving her stopping point to sexual climax. Her spasming massaged the tip of the Skaven's cock, causing the wight to pull back in surprise as it stroked itself, hot cum exploding Forth to cross Kerillian's pubic fuzz and stomach. As she heard the beast backing off and covering itself as it fled the way, Kerillian felt the creature's cum trail down the lips of her cunt, writing a glistening fib of the Skaven's lust upon her body.

The remaining Skaven soon proved their worth, first filling Kerillian's mouth with their hot, salty cum, then the remaining covering the the tits they had been roughly groping and the balance exploding over her stomach.They fled as quickly as they had come, leaving Kerillian alone again, chained tightly to the difficult metal table, thoroughly covered in cum, completely unsatisfied and aching for more. Kerillian was not lead desperate and alone for long, startled out of her introspective lascivious revery by the bricks above her shaking, the low thump of a puppet of terrific size moving through the lair following soon after.

Kerillian stretched her point to watch as four enormous fingers curled around the position of the entrance to her prison, each easily the breadth of her arm and topped with sharp claws. The tool that dragged itself through through the doorway stood at to the lowest degree twice her meridian, even hunched over as it was. Kerillian studied the creature, her centre following the length of its schnoz as it sniffed at the air, past its portentous chest, rippling with unnatural heftiness mass, down to its inguen. The creature's member pulsed as it stood, rippling and straining through what must experience been a mutant caused by the Skaven's cursed poison.

Kerillian was caught between little terror and an insatiable lustfulness as the mutant-thing looked down at her, her breathing place catching in her pharynx as fire spread throughout her body, centered on her desperate, sopping cunt. The Skaven beast growled low as it entered the room proper, almost dragging itself forward on its hulking arm, while its underdeveloped legs did little to assist in apparent movement. Kerillian caught the beasts eye as it began maneuvering itself onto the table above her, it was an eye devoid of any higher thinking, instead devoted entirely to hunger. Kerillian softly whispered to herself as the creature began to berth its cock in front of her drenching, cum covered hole."Oh gods let it fit. Oh let it fit, I need to palpate this. Gods let it be intimate me, let it fuck-"

Kerillian's string of consciousness was interrupted as the animate being stab forward, the tip of its cock barely entering her. Kerillian let out a low moan as the beast growled. Throwing its head from side of meat to side, the brute reached out, grabbing the mountain chain that bound Kerillian's arms and tearing up and away from where they had been bolted to the ground. Her mitt free, it did the Lapplander for the chains securing her legs before looking back down at Kerillian and laying one of its mitt across her chest of drawers. Despite the spare weight across her thorax limiting her breathing, Kerillian wasted no time bringing her legs up and spreading them widely. She reached down, using both hands to dilute her cunt loose for the beasts cock.

Satisfied, the animate being positioned itself again and thrust forward. This time Kerillian felt the head of the beasts cock enter her, stretching her puss spread out in a sensation both painful and pleasurable. With the creature now firmly inside of her, Kerillian moved her bridge player, one dropping to her ass to pull easy circles around her as of yet unused hole, while the other rose to rub at her cum covered clit. She felt her orgasm start to ramp up as the puppet pulled back, like a nighttime and storming sea behind a thin glass Zen that only needed a rebuff mental disturbance to bring out through her body. That psychological disorder was provided as the beast thrust its member forward again, her body convulsing around the thick cock that had pushed forward into her. As her twat spasmed and pulsated around the wolf dick, she felt it erupt in turn, shooting a thickset stream of cum into her. Almost reflexively the creature pulled its hammer out, further hot, thick loads of cum surging forwards to underwrite her in watercourse of the fluid, each stream following the curves of her body back to their point of creation and densely covering her stomach and pubic hairs.

After Kerillian's body finished shaking and she dragged her mind vertebral column to some color of cognizance, she took a moment to interest if the creature's too soon orgasm spelled the end for her pleasure. Her thoughts spiralling for but a moment before she felt that familiar and welcome insistency against her twat. Smiling and moaning, Kerillian pushed herself back onto the brute cock as it pushed forwards. Through some combination of raw, beast lecherousness, and the drug that the Skaven had given her, Kerillian found her thinker slipping from her as the creature's cock pumped into her.

She was truly witting only for moments from that gunpoint forward, flashbulb of sensations. Being filled with the cock of the beast while smaller Skaven surrounded her, desperately grasping to pleasure as many of the creatures as possible. Feeling hot threads of cum cover her face and dead body as the savage came in her cunt and a small Skaven pushes its cock into her ass. Her cunt being pleasurably full of a beasts turncock while another had its penis above her cheek, Kerillian whacking and suction at the foot of the hammer and massaging its testicles while milking almost interminable streams of cum onto her chest. The here and now in between, being moved around the den while being groped and fondled roughly by the creatures, stopping in dark corridors to let her Skaven escorts ravage her and brood her with their cum.

audience the yells of voices decidedly not Skaven.

"Back pitiful things. Sigmar usher my brand and you think you can stop me !"

"I think I see her sir."

"By Sigmar yes ! Elf ! rack up and struggle these afoul beasts !"

"By Grungi's beard. We spend all these weeks tracking her and this is what we get ?"

Shaken from her thoughts by the lack of stimulation Kerillian looked around. She kneeled in a gloomy corner of some long forgotten tunnel, naked and for the first fourth dimension that she could remember, not surrounded by her captors. In front of her, two tall men stood, behind them a shorter, beardier man and a slightly smoking woman with igneous hair. eye blink in surprise at the aspect Kerillian crawled forwards, grasping at the second joint of the more muscled human and licking up the groin of his material pants. She managed a small voice as they seemed too stunned to respond to her

"Use. Me."

"Bloody perdition. wellspring what do you say superior. Could we take her back to camp ?"

"I should put her out of her misery in Sigmar's name."

The gaunt looking tall man glanced around for a moment before looking back down at her with a glint in his eyes that she'd come to enjoy from her time with the Skaven.

"But. Morale has been low. Very well Kruber. Bring her along."

Kerillian felt a manus roughly seize her tomentum and jump to drag in her as darkness once again reigned through her mind. Again, the flashbulb came back to her, chained by the cervix to a post in the priming coat while Kruber held the back of her head and pushed his penis deep into her throat, his cock vellication as cum flooded her throat. Feeling Sienna grind her hot twat into Kerillians back talk, as what could only be the thick peter of the midget pounded her ass and Kerillian rubbed at her clit. Feeling the whiplash of Saltzpyre across her chest as he fucked her, pulling out at the last mo to cum into her waiting back talk.

Kerillian could no longer remember a shadow of a tail of what she had been before, but her days were filled with being filled with cum by those who she once called admirer. She knew only happiness as she would desperately drub at Sienna's cunt, or be filled with cum by those men she knew as travelling companions. Her beingness, in her intellect, was one of pure perfection .