Depraved Corruption: Aching March

He had changed. His hair was just as long as it always was, a little past shoulder length, but seemed to have more volume. His cheeks and jaw were far more feminine. His hips seemed a little bit bigger. He turned to see his ass, which was definitely more of a bubble shape than before. He wasn't incredibly muscular before -- not the extent that Narrtur was -- but now his muscles seemed to have been smoothed out -- like he gained just enough weight for his skin to be completely smooth.

Then he realized the exception -- his chest. He rubbed his chest and realized that it was definitely larger than it was before. He rubbed the skin and realized it was also considerably more sensitive.

"Elfy!" came a throaty call.

The elf turned and headed back, and as he did, he realized that his legs were incredibly sore. He tried to push the thought out of his head -- he didn't need to bother Narrtur with this.

Narrtur pointed to the camp, and Elfy began packing everything up. After he finished, he unwrapped his leash, and hooked his manacles onto his collar, turning to Narrtur with a smile.

Narrtur slowly ran his claws down Elfy's cheek and made a pleased chuffing sound. Elfy couldn't help but grin. "Ready to go, master," he said.

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Elfy realized midway through the day that he had lied to master. He didn't want to admit it, and tried to ignore it, but his legs were screaming in agony. He tripped, causing Narrtur to whirl around to grab his elbow, and stand him up.

Elfy swallowed, and Narrtur shook his head, then gave the leash a tug, apparently in a hurry. Elfy nodded and followed behind Narrtur but was only able to make it a few steps before tripping over another root, and crashing into the muscular legs of the wererat.

Narrtur looked down at him, and crouched down, tilting his head to the side.

"I'm sorry, master," Elfy said with an exhausted sigh. "My legs, they're... it hurts to walk."

Narrtur narrowed his eyes. "If stop here, you pay toll." He grabbed the elf by the elbow and lifted him to his feet. Elfy nodded but couldn't get his legs to cooperate in going underneath him. Narrtur watched him and furrowed his brow.

"I... I'm sorry, I... " the elf stumbled over both his words and his feet, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Narrtur shook his head slowly, and gently lowered the elf to the ground. The elf looked around and realized that they didn't seem to be in the same forest that they were this morning. It seemed considerably less bright, and considerably more... gloomy. Narrtur reached into his bag and pulled out the balm. He scooped out a large amount on his hand and began quickly rubbing down Elfy's legs.

The relief was immediate, and Elfy breathed out slowly. He also got an erection, but really, he would get that from just the smell of the balm. Elfy also realized suddenly that he felt quite hungry. He hadn't actually eaten anything -- aside from cum -- in a while. Since Narrtur was in a hurry, the elf didn't mention it. He probably deserved a little punishment for this.

Narrtur started to lift him to his feet, and then stopped, whirling around, and yanking out the pain stick.

Elfy looked around his legs, and saw three bestial creatures stepping into view, from seemingly out of the gloom itself. They were all naked, with goat legs and bare human chests. One of their faces was very goat like, the others less so. They all had very tiny one-inch horns on the tops of their head. Elfy immediately noticed that the horns they carried between their legs looked somewhat bigger. Each of them was armed with what looked like homemade wooden clubs.

The three shouted something in a language the elf did not understand.

Narrtur responded in that same language, though he noted that he seemed to be just as terse.

One of the beastly satyrs pointed at him. Narrtur responded by pointing the pain stick at him and letting loose a bolt of magical energy. It slammed into the goat-headed creature, and it collapsed to the ground, writhing in pain.

Narrtur said something else.

The remaining two looked at each other and nodded. Elfy blinked in confusion as they began stroking their cocks and getting hard.

Narrtur bent down to Elfy and picked him up by the elbow, his manacles still attached to his collar. "Toll," Narrtur said. "Pay with mouth."

Elfy understood. He had caused this to happen, and now he had to make it right. Elfy moved carefully over to the two beastmen, trying hard not to startle them in any way. He started to kneel down in front of one, and the other barked something at him, pointing at his cock. Apparently, one was going first.

Elfy nodded, and moved over to the beastmen, kneeling in front of his goat legs. With his manacled hands still attached to his collar, he couldn't move much. He breathed in deeply, and his nose was assaulted by various smells, some unpleasant. The heady musk of maleness pervaded his senses, causing his own erection to become even harder. Precum started oozing from his own cock, much like the thick one in front of his face. The cock was slimy with precum and about the same large size as Narrtur's, so at least he knew he could take it.

The elf opened his mouth, and the satyr grabbed his head, pulling his mouth onto his thick meat. The cockhead pushed past his lips and immediately back into his throat, as the goatman roughly fucked the elf's face. The other stepped on a nearby log so that he could push his cock toward Elfy's face. Elfy couldn't move his hand much, but he was able to curl it into a fuckable shape, which the lesser goatman took immediate advantage of.

Elfy's mind whirled, from the taste of this mutant cock to the sensation of his hand being used as another fuckhole. He tried to breath in through his nose whenever the beastman pulled back. He got a little bit of air before his throat was again filled with satyr cock.

The slutty elf tried to resist the pleasure for the sake of reserving it for Narrtur but was failing. He wondered how his master would feel about him enjoying being fucked by beastmen in the forest, to pay for a toll. The elf slut groaned as the beastman he was servicing seemed to speed up which would reveal his pleasure for everyone around him, if his leaking cock weren't already doing so.

The goat-legged man suddenly held Elfy against his crotch and thrust his hips against his face, pushing his cock even further down his throat. The elf realized he couldn't breathe but tried as hard as he could not to struggle. Narrtur wanted him to pay the toll, even as his mind tried to break free for air.

Suddenly his throat was filling with cum as the satyr shouted out its orgasm loudly. It humped against his face a few more times, leaving more cum in his mouth, before it pulled back away from him.

Elfy stayed on his knees, as the other was still using his hands, and gasped for breath several times. The satyr turned away from him, its business finished, and started heading to the fallen beast that Narrtur had hit with magic. After a moment it grabbed the unconscious by goatman by a leg, dragging it away.

The remaining beastman moved to in front of Elfy's face. Then the elf felt something behind him. Narrtur was lifting up his hips off the ground, the ratman's large erection pressed against his butt. Elfy tried to manuever and was simply lifted by his hips. Narrtur thrust his thick cock into Elfy's ass, pushing past the tight ring, and deep inside of him. Suddenly the beastman pushed his cock past Elfy's lips, and down his throat.

Elfy was being spitroasted by two bestial creatures. Part of his mind tried to tell him this wrong, and that he needed to do something, but the raw pleasure shooting through his body easily defeated it. It was too late for any of that nonsense. He had a large cock hitting all the right spots in his tight ass, and another sliding in and out of his throat. His saliva drooled down his chin, and his precum leaked all over the forest floor. He didn't care about anything else.

Soon enough, he was getting the reward he so desperately craved. Narrtur grabbed his hips and shoved his cock deep into his ass, pouring his hot seed inside of him. The beastman also began cumming, thick ropes shooting down his throat, and filling him up.

Elfy came, hard, pulsing his own cum all over the mossy ground.

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Elfy slowly stood on shaky legs, once again experiencing something that felt like it had profoundly changed him and turned to Narrtur. Narrtur was staring at him, holding a knife.

"Mm...master?" Elfy asked.

Narrtur approached him, his hands going to his collar. Elfy gulped, wondering if he hadn't performed adequately. Then Narrtur suddenly jimmied something, and he heard two metallic cracks. Narrtur had broken the locks on the manacle hooks on the collar. He took the manacles off the collar to demonstrate that.

Elfy looked down and then nodded. He slowly picked up his leash end and handed it to Narrtur. He then put the manacles back on the hooks, keeping his hands up by his collar.

Narrtur made a pleased chuff, and turned away, leading Elfy with leash in hand.

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Soon, Elfy realized the forest was changing. They were going uphill pretty steeply, and then suddenly came to something that looked like a door, set right into the mountain. Narrtur paused a moment at the door, fiddling with something in his pack.

Elfy turned away to look at where they had come. He still didn't recognize anything, but now he wasn't worried about that. He wondered if he'd see daylight again, but it was of little matter. He was with Narrtur now, his Rat Master, and he knew his life would never be the same.