Depraved Corruption: Aching March

Aelth turned around and blinked. Another pond. He furrowed his brow. But why was this rat doing this? Rats were notoriously filthy, and yet this one seemed positively fastidious when it came to cleaning. Narrtur walked up next to him, naked, and motioned to the pond. Aelth nodded and was able to slowly walk into the cool water, dunking himself. He suddenly felt Narrtur's paws on him, rubbing him with the foul-smelling grease. He decided not to resist this time, and was, in turn, not tossed around.

No, Aelth thought, he would not give his captor the benefit of believing it to be kindness. But drowning in a pond in a magic forest sounded like a way to come back as some kind of treekin, which... did not hold much appeal to him. And Narrtur looked strong enough to hold him under for as long as he wanted.

Narrtur seemed to pay specific attention to his ass again, making sure it the grease was well in it, as well as his cock. He scrubbed thoroughly, making sure it was clean. Aelth couldn't help but blush slightly, his cheeks burning in shame.

Narrtur stepped away from him and motioned for him to rinse himself off. Aelth nodded, and began rubbing himself with water, causing the greasy foam to slide off his body. He blinked, realizing what he had noticed before seemed even more so now. His skin was amazingly clean afterward, and it even felt smoother and softer. He felt for a callous on his hip where his belt had chafed him and could barely feel it.

He glanced over at Narrtur, and saw the black rat was finishing washing himself. He dunked himself under the water, and came up with a splash, sending a wave over Aelth. Aelth rubbed his nose and realized the water from Narrtur had a particular scent to it. Something he had maybe smelled before, but he couldn't quite place it.

Narrtur motioned to the camp, and Aelth knew what was coming next.

The elf slowly laid down on the pad and was soon being covered in the soothing warming balm. He sighed out slowly, as the process definitely had a relaxing effect, when something unexpected happened. He felt Narrtur push a dollop of the balm on the pink rosebud of his ass, before pushing a clawed digit in. Aelth inhaled sharply, confused, but was suddenly feeling new sensations of the balm inside of him.

He swallowed and realized that he was already rock hard. He didn't understand what was going on with his body, but it was starting to scare him. He didn't move at first, trying to resist showing Narrtur his erection. Even in his mind that didn't make sense -- the large creature had already seen it several times. He heard a low growl from Narrtur, and Aelth slowly turned over, his hands moving to his cock for the first time to cover himself.

Narrtur didn't even seem to notice, just continuing to spread the balm across his chest, and arms and neck, before returning to his legs. Narrtur's red glowing eyes bored a hole right through Aelth and he slowly lowered his hands to his side.

Narrtur's warm hands began spreading the balm along his balls, and up his smaller, but rock-hard shaft. Aelth groaned, his head lolling back. Narrtur again gave it but few strokes, before sitting back on his haunches, and watching Aelth.

Aelth looked at him in confusion, breathing heavily. Again, Narrtur's erection was very prominent, and pink, though mottled with black. Aelth stared at it for a long moment, before he rolled away from him and curled up on his pad, his head swimming in confusion. He spent all night trying to push the pleasure away from him.

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Aelth groaned as he realized it was again morning. The light in this forest seemed so different, and everything about him felt like it was changing.

He slowly got up and began packing up camp as Narrtur watched him carefully. He saw the leash sitting on Narrtur's pad, and after packing everything up, he picked up the leash, attached it to his collar, and then pressed his manacles against the collar, locking them in place. He was still holding the other end of the leash, and Narrtur walked up to him slowly.

Aelth shrank slightly, wondering if he had gone too far, or offended the ratman. It seemed more efficient if he just did it himself. Narrtur took the leash from his hand, and then looked down at the elf's bare chest. The large rat man gently ran just the tip of his claws down Aelth's chest. Aelth immediately shivered and it caused goosebumps to appear all along his chest and arms. Aelth swallowed and smiled.

Narrtur turned and walked away, pulling Aelth's leash gently. Aelth shook his head, trying to force the feelings away. Why would he smile? Did he seek his captor's attention now? Of course not! Though the sensations were pleasant, and it did seem to be a fine reward. Aelth sighed, his mind roiling in confusion.

The day passed slowly it seemed, the walking seemingly getting a little easier. Aelth knew without that balm, he'd probably be wrecked after one day, and unable to even move, much less walk a full day. He realized that Narrtur didn't seem to have any problems.

Amazingly, as he was thinking that it seemed like his captor tripped - or was perhaps snagged by a tree. Aelth ran up and reached out a hand to help Narrtur up.

Narrtur whipped his head around to see what he was doing, but Aelth just froze, his hand still extended. Narrtur took the hand, and Aelth pulled him to his feet. As he did so, there was a ripping sound that came from Narrtur's pants, which were almost immediately shredded.

"It probably wasn't your fault," Aelth said, staring at the shredded cloth. "The trees do that sometimes," he looked around slowly. "Especially these old ones. They can get... cantankerous." He looked back to Narrtur, who had removed his pants completely, and tossed the cloth away.

Aelth looked away, realizing he was going to be staring at Narrtur's ass for the rest of this journey to the gods definitely don't know where. He mentally chastised himself -- why was he trying to comfort his captor for tripping? He tripped because he was a clumsy rat, nothing more!

Though, Aelth knew, the trees really did sometimes get cantankerous, and snag even the occasional wood elf in a clever trap. Aelth realized while he was thinking, he was staring at Narrtur's muscular ass and swaying tail the entire time.

Another day of walking ended in another pond, another bath, and more balm. Aelth inhaled sharply as the hands moved to his ass, wondering what was going to happen. More balm on his rear entrance, more pushing. This time half of Narrtur's digit went inside of him, pushing a great deal of the balm inside his ass.

Aelth couldn't help but groan this time. He rolled over after Narrtur removed his finger, again rock hard. The ratman didn't seem eager to rush to his cock, and instead took his time, covering the rest of him. Aelth breathed heavily, his eyes squeezed shut, until he finally felt Narrtur's hand on his cock. As he began to stroke, Aelth thrust his hips up.

The Narrtur pulled his hand back, and again, sat back on his haunches and watched Aelth.

Aelth opened his eyes and looked at him. "Why?" he asked in common.

Narrtur tilted his head to the side. "What?"

"Why... don't you just finish?" Aelth whined.

Narrtur stared at him, and Aelth looked from his eyes down to his hard cock. He saw precum dripping from the tip. "Why?" Narrtur asked him back.

Aelth swallowed and rolled away from him, curling up on his pad and trying to get some sleep.

---

Days passed that way, with Aelth losing track quickly. He would walk, mostly in silence, watching Narrtur's furry ass until they took a break, bathed, Aelth was rubbed down with balm, and Narrtur shoved a finger deep into his ass. First it was a finger, then two fingers. Each time Aelth felt like he was going to explode, but Narrtur refused his release.

Aelth knew what Narrtur wanted. He couldn't believe he was even contemplating giving it to him.

This day was no different. Aelth was perfectly clean inside and out, and the ratman was rubbing balm on his ass. He pushed two fingers into Aelth, provoking an immediate groan. Aelth thrust his hips back, and the ratman began pumping his fingers in and out of the elf's ass.

Aelth couldn't believe what he was feeling. The slight burning sensation was almost immediately replaced by the warming balm. Part of his mind screamed at him to stop feeling pleasure, but the much stronger part wasn't listening. Pleasure arced through his body, jolting his cock immediately.

And then just like that, Narrtur stopped.

Aelth flipped over, his hard cock pointed straight up off his body, and leaking precum, his legs sprawled apart. Part of him wondered if he was trying to tempt his ratman captor, but the rat seemed to possess a discipline that his kind infamously lacked. The balm was applied to his body same as every other day, and eventually a light layer rubbed onto his cock.

Aelith had finally had enough. He rolled onto his side, away from the ratman, and waited for his captor to return to his pad.

When he felt like he was a little alone, he slowly began to rub his cock up and down, trying to use the balm that was there to get the same feeling.

Suddenly, he felt a clawed hand pull his shoulder aside, and he was rolled onto his back, his legs sprawling again. He should've known he hadn't gone to sleep, as he looked up at Narrtur, who didn't even seem angry. The big ratman merely sat back on his haunches, erection pointing straight at the elf, watching the elf carefully.

Aelth breathed in and out slowly. If he wanted to watch, so be it - he began to slowly masturbate again, trying to stroke his cock up and down. But instead of building pleasure, it felt like it built frustration.

How was it possible? He'd had sex before, masturbated in the past, he'd never experienced anything quite like this. It felt like if he did this for a solid week, he wouldn't be able to cum. He looked from his cock to Narrtur.

The ratman reached out his hands toward the elf's crotch. The elf released himself, hoping he'd finally convinced him to just let him cum, when the ratman did something he didn't expect. He lightly ran his claws along the inside of Aelth's thighs.

Aelth's mind burst with sensation, and most of that sensation seemed to bolt straight to his cock. He moaned, squeezing his eyes shut, until he felt the hands withdraw, and he looked at Narrtur. He looked down at the wererat's large cock, which was streaming precum, and back up at his glowing red eyes.

Aelth nodded. "Okay," he said. "You... you win." He felt like he couldn't take one more night of not being able to cum.

Narturr narrowed his eyes. Aelth immediately knew what was coming, but wated for the ratman to say it. "Beg."

Aelth inhaled sharply, closing his eyes for a moment. His body needed it, so bad, his every cell cried out for release. "Narrtur, please," he said before opening his eyes. "Please let me cum." he realized his voice was very high pitched when he asked.

"Why?" Narturr asked again, in his deeper tone.

Aelth nodded. "I'll do anything you want," he paused a moment as Narrtur shook his head. He was asking wrong, he furrowed his brow in frustration, it was so hard to think about it. He blinked and nodded, "Narturr, please do whatever you want to me," he said. Narrtur narrowed his eyes... closer. "Narrtur, please do everything to me," he added after a moment.

Narrtur shifted forward, onto his knees, his cock jutting out in front of Aelth's face. He grabbed the elf by the back of his head, and pulled his head up, shoving his cock into his mouth. The elf groaned deeply, sucking on the meat as hard as he could. His senses were inundated with the scent that he'd smelled earlier. He realized it was Narrtur's musk and it was intoxicating him.

Aelth had never really done anything like this before. In the wild tempestuous youth of his forties, he had been in a threesome. But he had always preferred elf maidens.

This was different. The warmth and power, the sheer sexuality exuded by the monster in his mouth, had driven out all of his thoughts. He realized after a moment he was so focused on Narrtur's cock, that he'd actually forgotten about his own.

Narrtur reminded him, grabbing the elf's thin prick, and slowly jacking it up and down. The elf's hips twitched on their own, and he groaned again. He felt the head of Narrtur's cock pushing into his throat, and he pressed his nose up against the furred belly.

The elf suddenly heard a purring groan from the ratman, and his own feelings suddenly crashed over him in response, as a primal part of him felt so proud to be causing such pleasure, he couldn't help it, even if it was his captor. He lifted his hips in the air, but suddenly Narrtur's grip tightened, enough to cause his orgasm to delay.

Aelth groaned gutterly against Narrtur's belly as the ratman continued to piston his cock in and out of his mouth and throat. He knew his captor wanted to cum first, and so he reached under his cock, and began squeezing the furred sack there. Narrtur groaned again, grabbing Aelth by the back of the head, and driving his cock all the way down his throat. Aelth couldn't hardly breathe, but it didn't matter, as Narrtur came hard.

So much cum poured into the elf's throat, he couldn't believe it. Narrtur pulled back slightly, blasting more cum into the back of the elf's throat, and again into his mouth. The elf coughed, causing cum to pour out of his nose. He tried to swallow as blast after blast of the ratman's thick load was deposited in his mouth. As Narrtur pulled out, one last blast of cum was left on his face.

Narrtur finally eased his grip on the elf's cock, and began jacking it again, but it was hardly necessary. The moment Aelth was able to, he climaxed harder than he ever had in his life. His cum flew up into the air with several pulses, splashing on his abs and chest.

The elf fell back onto his hide pad, breathing heavily, and absolutely exhausted both physically and mentally. He'd never experienced anything like that in his entire life. As his entire nose and mouth were filled with the ratman's cum, it was all he could smell, and all he could taste. He suddenly realized he hadn't eaten in days but hadn't noticed. Now he felt full. He immediately fell asleep.

---

Aelth woke up slowly, feeling almost like he had a hangover. Not a headache, exactly, but a weariness that frequently came with partaking too much moonrose wine. Suddenly he remembered what he had done last night, as he realized he had dried cum all over his chest and face. He swallowed and sat up quickly, looking over at Narrtur.

The large wererat was already dressed, again somehow rising and dressing before Aelth could even awaken. The elf worried little about that though and stood to go over to the pond.

A sudden hiss froze him in his tracks. He turned around slowly, and Narrtur pointed at the pad.

"But," Aelth said, pointing toward the pond. Narrtur pointed at the pad again, staring demandingly at the elf. The elf nodded slowly and began packing up their camp. After he was finished getting everything into the pack, he stood and turned to Narrtur, who was simply watching him.

Aelth knew if he made demands he'd get nowhere. His pride was long gone, he was sure, and he very much wanted to at least start out the day clean. "May I please clean myself?" he asked in common, motioning to the pond.

"No," came the simple, guttural reply. Narrtur handed one of end of the leash to him.

Aelth sighed deeply and nodded. The elf took the leash, attached to his collar, and then attached his manacles to the same. As they began walking through the deep forest, he wondered if the pride he once felt would ever return. He stared at Narrtur's muscular ass as his tail moved slowly back and forth, sighing deeply.

And then as though the universe were responding to him, a slight bit of breeze blew across his chest and up his face. He suddenly smelled the ratman's musk again, and it seemed to give him just a slight hint of that intoxication he felt last night. Immediately, he began to feel his cock harden. He desperately wanted to cover it with a hand, but his manacles were still attached to his collar.

Aelth swallowed, and his head began to swim slightly as the shame washed over him and mixed with arousal. He didn't know what to feel, and he didn't know where to put his feet. He tripped, stumbling forward a few steps. Narrtur whipped around, and caught him, his clawed hand on pale skin of the elf's bare chest.

"Th-thank you," Aelth said quietly, before standing up. He couldn't hide his rock-hard erection, now dripping precum. Narrtur looked down, and his eyes slowly moved up the elf's body, before he stared directly into his eyes. Another bolt of arousal shot to Aelth's loins, as he felt the ratman's hungry gaze on his skin.

Narrtur curled his fingers around his collar, and slowly led him over to a tree. He lowered his face so that he could rest his face and hands against the tree, as he was bent almost completely over at the waist. His face was pressed into the tree, and he was unable to turn his head enough to see what Narrtur was doing at all.

"What -- " Aelth started to ask, and Narrtur hissed at him. "Nn-no, I mean, why-"

He suddenly felt the sting and heard the crack of the wererat slapping his ass hard. Aelth cried out in alarm. Then suddenly there was another slap. And another. Aelth felt the burning of his skin from the swats wasn't nearly as strong as the burning shame of being spanked by the big beast.

Then suddenly he felt a warm hand on his cock, rubbing gently. The touch was electric, shooting to his loins, causing the precum to flow even more. Aelth moaned, he couldn't help it.

Then the hand left him, and there was suddenly another swat -- and another. Aelth's feelings were even more confused and felt like they were jumbling one into another. More caressing, more stroking of his painfully hard erection.

Aelth moaned and breathed out shakily. "P-please..." he said quietly.

And like that, Narrtur stopped. Aelth wondered if his captor misunderstood. Did he think he wanted him to stop? And then the elf suddenly realized what he actually wanted.

"Narrtur, do whatever you wish to me," Aelth said with a groan.

Suddenly Narrtur slapped his ass several times in a row, enough to sting and redden the flesh. But just before it started to hurt, the elf felt that touch again, his erection getting stroked. Feelings he'd never experienced crashed over him, and Aelth came with a loud groan, spraying cum onto the forest floor.

Aelth slowly sank to his knees, breathing heavily. He'd again experienced something he'd never felt before, sensations he knew had to be wrong, but the excitement within him didn't abate. Narrtur slowly curled his hand around his collar and tugged. Aelth turned, and shakily got to his feet with Narrtur's help.

He looked down and realized that Narrtur now also had an erection. The rat's big cock was jutting straight out, dripping precum. Aelth stared at it for a moment and realized that he could feel a blush. He looked up at Narrtur, wondering if the ratman wanted to relieve his pleasure. He tried to push back against that part of himself -- surely, he didn't hope for it.

But the question was answered suddenly, when the ratman turned, and continued walking, holding Aelth's leash.

After another interminable seeming march, they came to a cool pond, with a small clearing next to it. Aelth breathed a sigh of relief and waited for Narrtur to release him so he could make camp. The ratman paused a moment though, standing in the clearing, and looking up. Aelth blinked, and walked over to him, staring up as well. There was a pretty good view of the sky. Seemed like it was dusk.