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When deep undercover, Prince Cherno could trust only his guide. Given their history of warfare and other feuds, a noble-born high elf like him was not typically the sort to be seen with a rough, forest-dwelling wood elf, much less trusting his life to one, but chaotic times called for unusual companions. There was no one better to lead him through the wilderness and past the many dangers lurking outside the walls of his kingdom than Obiphyra - or Obie, as he preferred to be called. The slim, unassuming young wood elf knew every tree they passed by, and he could track dangerous animals and monsters alike through nothing more than a single snapped twig. Which made it come as even more of a surprise when something caught them off guard.

It wasn't an ambush, but by the distant chanting and heavy falls of many, many feet that caused Obie to urge Cherno to get as low to the ground as possible. The prince loathed crawling around in the dirt, but if his guide thought it was necessary, then he would do it. He caught and adjusted one of the antlers on the wooden crown that accompanied his disguise - one that made him look much like a wood elf himself, hiding his noble blood as best they could. There was no concealing his proud gait, but that was a problem for another time. The two of them crouched down low and silent, listening to the distant mantra being bellowed by what sounded like a thousand voices, all speaking a single word over and over in some foul, corrupt tongue.

To answer Cherno's question before he asked it, Obie offered his best explanation for how such a large patrol had managed to sneak up on them like that.

"They are shrouded by dark magic. Something evil, meant to be forgotten. I've heard it whispered in the silence that falls over the moonless nights in the forest. Whatever they're saying, it's not meant for our ears."

Cherno's people had never considered any sort of magic to be unworthy of study. He perked his pointed ears and concentrated for a time until it came to him, dredging up a memory of an old study session in his youth.

"They're saying ... rats."

"Rats?" Obie was confused at first, but the realization slowly dawned on him, draining the colour from his tanned features. "Oh no."

A tainted wind blew across their hiding place. Though concealed and well-camouflaged in their clothing and light armour of wood and leather, they weren't going to remain that way for long. If it was really the swarm that lurked ahead, they weren't going to be able to conceal their scent. Though they were sweet with their rubbings of lavender and other natural fragrances, the rats were already closing in, and not from a single direction. The elves were surrounded, just like that. The rats moved swiftly, and with alarming coordination, as if they were all of a single mind. Their shrill voices grew more audible as they drew nearer, cackling out their taunts towards their hidden prey.

"Elf-things! Elfy elfy elf-things!"

"Stinky smoothskins! We know you there!"

"We come for you!"

"No fight! No run! We no kill. Only want talk."

"Yes-yes! Rat-talk the elf-things!"

A hundred eyes shone in the shadows of the forest as they emerged from the trees to flow towards the hidden elves like a wave of slim, shiny-furred bodies. Each of them were individually small, likely no match for the combat ready elves, but together they were a sea of brown fur and sharp, gnashing teeth. With their presence came their scent, a musk thick enough to make eyes water and throats grow dry with the need for refreshment, and it wasn't going to get any milder. There was no point in hiding anymore. The rats already knew where they were, and so at Obie's prompting, the elves slowly stood to reveal themselves to the amassed horde gathered all around them, armed and minimally dressed.

"Now, we meant no trouble with you sort," the wood elf began. Cherno could tell how nervous he was when his accent started slipping out. His wood elf one, of course. "Don't suppose y'all could be persuaded to negotiate with some simple forest folk such as -"

"Weapons on ground!" one of them shouted, or maybe several of them at once.

"Please!"

"Yes-yes! Manners! So polite, we rats."

"Weapons on ground or we devour alive!"

"Yes-yes! Teeth! Strongest teeth, we rats."

Cherno looked to Obie, who only slowly nodded. For all the dangers of the natural world, navigating this situation was well outside of his expertise. The rats were anything but natural. They were a blight upon the natural world, respecting nothing, trampling the soil with their unholy machines. Yet there was no fighting them when they were so excessively outnumbered. The elves couldn't even see the end of the rats. They stood in uniform attention, waiting for their quarry to disarm so they could safely approach. Moving slowly to avoid provoking any sort of reaction, the elves unsheathed and dropped their various blades, one by one, and took their bows and quivers alike from their shoulders to lay out in the dirt.

"Good elves! Good obey!"

"You see? We keep word. No kill. Only close-see."

Many feet pattered on the ground like raindrops when the rats made their approach. Cherno found himself choking on the air when he was fully surrounded by those musk-bearing creatures, shaking his head at the indignity of it all. To merely stand in the presence of those dirty creatures was beneath him, much less to allow them to lay their grimy hands upon his pristine skin. Relatively pristine anyway, after his travels through the dirt and brush with the wood elf. He had to bite his lip simply to keep from cursing

"Soft elf-things ..." one of them whispered in awe.

"Smoothskins feel nice to touch! So I touch!" another shouted, much less subtly.

"So thin-frail! But with meat here ..." One of them began to grope at Obie's rear, and soon the rest joined in, feeling up both elves where they were at their thickest.

Cherno had to bite his lip even harder to keep from cursing at them all, knowing there was no sense making things worse. It wasn't easy to remain silent when he had a dozen rats feeling him up from all angles, squeezing his chest, his arms, kneading curiously into his thighs, or even taking a double handful of his ass. One of them eventually abandoned all decency to just grab at his crotch, lightly squeezing the bulge of his very much soft, disinterested shaft. That one tipped its head in surprise and confusion.

"No girl? Boy elf? But why so girl shaped?"

"No girl elfs, stupid! Only girl-like boys!"

"Stupid! All elfs girl!"

That was finally enough to break the poor prince's patience. He blurted out with frustration, as he was wont to do.

"Enough! You simpletons clearly know nothing of our kind. How you have survived and prospered, I will never understand."

There was a silence. Obie looked at Cherno with his teeth clenched, slowly shaking his head. The rats glanced around at each other, silently asking what they all thought of such an outburst. It eventually resulted in a whole chorus of wicked cackling, followed by their voices chiming in at once.

"Elf stupid! Rat smart!" was one's eloquent argument.

"Why be mean to rat? Rat can be friend!" another said, sounding oddly sincere.

A third wasn't nearly so diplomatic. "Now we punish."

They advanced, lashing their tails like whips, and with a similar crack through the air. The elves gave their best attempts at fighting them off, but they were soon inundated from all sides by those swinging tails. Their armour was hardly adequate to deflect such blows. They got smacked and even spanked on the ass by the rats amassing upon them, slowly thrown off balance. The smaller wood elf wobbled, swinging his arms, and they were quick to take advantage of that and trip him up. Cherno managed to stay on his feet until two of them jumped on his back at once, sending him crashing down to be immersed in the swarm.

There was no defending against an attack from so many opponents at once, even if they were small. Cherno and Obie both vanished under the torrent of rats, pinned under the collective bulk of them all piling on at once. When some of them couldn't find a spot, they just stacked on top of each other, squishing the elves to the dirt, nearly crushing them under all those furry, smelly bodies. Cherno was left choking on the musk that invaded his senses with every shuddering breath, and even Obie for all his survival skills was struggling not to cough as he inhaled pure rat from all those nearly-naked bodies. At least the swarm had left their weapons behind in pursuit of tackling the elves. Not that they needed them to be a threat.

Soon, there was biting, there was gnawing, and there was squeezing and spanking alike. The rats moved as if motivated by a new whim every single moment. None of them did any real harm to anything but pride, smothering them to the point of gagging on rich rat scent. It only grew thicker as the groping turned to humping, grinding, rubbing the bulges in their loincloths or bare, uncovered rat cocks all over that smooth elf skin, as if to forever taint it with hot rat stink. Each of the elves had half a dozen dicks rubbing against them, and the ripping and tearing at their armour only left them more exposed to the unhinged lust of the swarm.

"I want FUCK!" one shrieked into Obie's ear loud enough to make him flinch.

"Yes! Fuck! Fuck elfs!"

"Soft elf-things feel good!"

"Get your filthy paws off me you vile, stinking animals!" Cherno finally cried. "I will not allow you to handle a prince this way!"

It was simply a habit to say such a thing, even if it surely wasn't a good idea in the circumstances. There was a pause, and then just an excited chattering in response.

"Oooooh! Royal elf-thing!"

"Fancy-rich pretty boy!"

"Our prince now!"

"We break! We defile! We claim!"

"And then maybe ... treasure-coin?"

Cherno got a cock or two shoved right in his face as he struggled with his aggressors, thrashing in their grasp. They tried to get them into his mouth but ended up just glancing off his cheeks instead, smearing him with thick streaks of the juices leaking from their stiffening cocks. He probably would have tried to bite them anyway if one of them succeeded, enraged at the humiliation of being treated in such a way, no matter the danger. Obie offered much less resistance, knowing the situation they were in could have turned violent at any moment. One of the rats finally got his dick between the pretty wood elf's lips, grabbing onto his braids for support to try to mate with that unwilling mouth.

While he shied away from causing harm to the rodents assaulting him, Obie did his best to refuse to service them just like that. The taste of rat musk on his tongue sent a heavy shudder through his entire body, and the punch of that uncut cock to the back of his throat made him violently gag. Only elven willpower could allow him to keep it together long enough to breathlessly suck on that potently flavour shaft stuffed in his mouth, to the cackling delight of all the horny rats around him. As for the one actively fuck his face, he was soon lost in the moaning of having such a fine, soft, feminine pair of lips all wrapped tight around his dick.

When Cherno steadfastly refused to offer the same service, the rats got even more aggressive with him. They ripped off the last of his disguise and shoved him to the ground, burying his face in the dirt to the point he was nearly suffocating. Struggling all the harder didn't get him anywhere. They caught and restrained his arms, or stepped on the back of his head. Rat feet pressed all over his naked back while they grabbed his hips and pulled his ass back towards them. No matter how much he shook his head, they were soon humping away at his fine, smooth, royal rear wherever they could find a spot.

The antlers from his wood elf disguise broke off with all the rough treatment, quickly snatched up by one of the many. He held them against his head and proudly posed as if wearing a crown of his own.

"Look-see! Now I am elf! I think I am best race no matter how many times rats prove wrong!"

"Stupid! You look like deer!"

"Elf! Deer! All the same!"

"No sense-make!"

"Simple! Both meat!"

"Meat!"

"Yes-yes! Meat! Yes!"

They flew into a lusty, ravenous frenzy that had Cherno yelping out when he felt several sets of rat teeth nibbling all over him, but they were only teasing him. They could have done considerable damage with those powerful gnawing muscles, but they refrained from breaking his once-pristine skin. They left him slathered in their drool along with all the juices they were leaking over him, marking him down in their filthy scent, in the the sensory assault that was their combined rat musk clouding over his every thought. He tried to push it away, to keep from breathing too deeply, but it simply invaded him, tainted him, doused him in their stink to such an extent he felt as if he'd never be clean again. Even if he managed to escape, all his royal family would know he'd been with the rats when he got home.

With enough manic thrusting and rubbing, one of them was bound to find purchase between those raised elf cheeks eventually. Whether it was on purpose or purely by accident that rat caught against Cherno's rim after a smooth, wet slide along his taint wasn't clear, but that little beast made the most of it. He threw his hips forth and penetrated the elf all in one stroke, going balls deep in Cherno's rear with a solid smack of an ample rat sack against the elf's own. The rats might have been shorter than him, but their dicks were fatter, and so were their nuts. A steady, sweaty plap came with those sudden, uncontrollable thrusts as the rat mounting him from behind threw his entire being into fucking that fine elf ass.

"Agh!" Cherno did his best to snarl at his attackers. "Vile! Filthy! You know nothing of the consequences you will face for this ..."

His protests only roused cruel laughter from the rats, echoing all around him.

"Elf-thing thinks it's scary!"

"Fuck it harder!"

"Push its face in the dirt!"

A few too many of them at once went with that idea, stomping all over his head with soft, squishy rat paws. He got his face covered in dirt and his belly bulged with that surprisingly ample rat cock plunging in and out of him. The lucky rat who got him first didn't take his time with him in the slightest. It was all-out power-fucking, slamming that feminine rear hard enough to make his own perspiration splash all over the elf, tainting him a little more with each stroke. When he felt the telltale twitches of that rat cock inside him, and the clenching of those balls against the back of his own, he began thrashing all over again, fearing not just the indignity of letting the rat finish his orgasm, but the hazard to his health that came with letting a filthy rat fill him with tainted cum.

"Don't you dare. Don't you dare!"

His protests provoked a throb of that rat cock almost precisely in time to his words. He made that creature harder, made him fuck all the faster, and did nothing to change his humiliating fate. A screech, a squeak, and plenty of supporting gnashing and chattering from all around him came with a rush of heat to his backside. He felt the first shot of rat spunk enter him, followed by another just as thick as the first, and another, and another. There was so much pent up inside those twitching balls, so much to pump inside the nearest soft, unwilling creature, and that was just one of the many, many horny rats surrounding him. Blushing and cringing in the dirt, he found himself without a cock inside him for the span of three seconds at most before another lunged in to mount him and penetrate him, slopping through the fresh spunk leaking from his sore, abused hole without a single care.

Obie fared little better. The rat fucking his mouth barely gave him the time to gasp between strokes. He was fading to the point his eyes were glazing by the time that dirty creature finished in his throat. With no choice but to gulp down that hot rat jizz or let it flood and drown him, the wood elf loudly drank it all down, groaning at the taste. He closed his watering eyes and did his best not to faint, knowing the rats would have hardly been any kinder to his passed out body when he couldn't offer any resistance. Staying conscious was his best chance to survive, even if it meant suffering through the process of letting a dozen or more dirty, smelly, steaming hot, horny rats use his body and cum inside him.

Swallowing heavily until his throat was sore and he was desperate for air, Obie served as a perfect cum receptacle for that surprisingly potent load. The swinging pair of rat nuts tapping his chin all throughout that orgasm kept on clenching, pumping out more and more until he finally felt as if he might drown. Things hardly got much better when that rat pulled back and shot another rope of spunk right in his face while he coughed and hacked his way back to relative stability. It meant forming a puddle of the stuff after he'd choked up enough, but at least he could breathe again - even if that meant inhaling their eye-watering scent that seemed to cling to everything around him, as if to paint the very soil with their stink.

"If you really think you can freely defile these lands, y'all got another thing coming."

Not all wood elves spoke like that, but coming from the most isolated mountain regions, he did. The rats paused to briefly glance at each other until the snickering started. One of them expressed what the rest were thinking, as loudly as possible.

"WHY IT TALK SO FUNNY."

"Nobody understands your elf-speak! We use that mouth better!"

His protests amounted to nothing more than another cock between his lips. Then a second. The rats were well-hung for their height, straining the wood elf's jaw when they crammed two cocks into his mouth at once. He gagged on them and tried to fend them off, but there was no real fight in him. His objections amounted to nothing, and he soon found himself the subject of a spitroast between three rodents at once when one of them took him by the hips to get up behind him, snickering with delight.

Cherno was enduring a harsh, slamming fuck that sent the leftover spunk the last rat left inside him spraying right out with each sloppy thrust. He only had to contend with one of them for the time being, though when that one slumped over onto his side he pulled Cherno right with him. That at least allowed the high elf to lift his face from the dirt, but it was hardly any comfort when it meant he was exposed to the attention of the horde. They went sniffing all over him, then took to licking. One of them seemed to take particular interest in his nipples, biting, tasting, sucking at them like he expected something to happen. Another worked his soft cock between his lips to suck on, trying to get a reaction. Between that and another kneading and slurping his balls, it was getting difficult to regulate his own body.

The first twitch of his otherwise limp cock sent a shudder of excitement through the rat sucking on it. Cherno soon felt that creature doubling down, ravenously sucking on a mostly-unresponsive shaft until the elf simply couldn't hold back. The wet, slippery stimulation was too much to simply ignore. He started to slowly stiffen, gritting his teeth as he did so, trying not to show any sign of actually enjoying what they were doing to him. That rat could really suck, throating that dick without flinching, even as the one behind Cherno fucked him hard enough to send him thrusting forward into the waiting mouth of that cum-thirsty rodent.

The threesome going at Obie soon brought him down on all fours so they could fuck him better. What they lacked in size they made up for with enthusiasm, bashing him from both sides, throwing him into each other to harshly fuck his mouth and ass alike. He found himself perhaps regretting tying his two long braids so tightly when they got used for handles by the rats, harshly yanking him to slam into their crotches again and again. The one behind him couldn't help spanking him every few thrusts, until his weather-darkened skin was red and bruised. It was surely only going to get worse for his pretty body when they were done with him, grinding to a twitching, swelling finish that seemed oddly synced, right down to the rising pace of their thrusts.

A smacking, sucking, slurping finish left Obie stuffed with cum again. He somehow managed to choke down two loads at once for several seconds before he started overflowing. Rat jizz poured from his lips and then his nostrils when there simply was no room left inside him. He got his ass filled with a hot, tainted mess of rat seed, left sweltering and sweating in their grasp until they finally stopped thrusting. Dropping him down flat on his belly made him groan and then cough up all the more, leaking their seed, struggling to breathe. They assisted him by stepping on him.

While Obie got trampled into the dirt by a dozen rats at once, mashed down into the muddied dirt all soaked in rat cum, Cherno was faintly pushing at the head of the rat latched onto his cock before it was too late. He was fully stiff, spurred on by those lips diving up and down his shaft, or the second one sucking so eagerly on his balls, and the third pressing the button of the elf's prostate again and again. No matter how much he tried to refuse to let them get to him, no matter how much elven willpower he retained, he couldn't override the simple nature of pleasure.

A grunt that was almost a growl escaped him in his frustration, but it soon turned to whimpering when the climax that overtook him completely possessed his body. He shook and twitched, contracting seemingly every muscle at once, furrowing his brow, clenching his teeth. Then he came hard. It was hard to tell just how much he was putting out with the rat on his cock absolutely guzzling down every single drop as soon as he shot it, but he couldn't remember his last climax that lasted that long. The pleasure came with the humiliation of getting rat cum pumped into his royal backside, but in the glowing moments that followed, he almost forgot to care. It was only the messy shock of the rat behind him pulling out and cumming on his back and butt that reminded him of the filthy, degrading situation he was in.

After swallowing every single drop of elf cum on offer without so much as drooling a drop, that rat pulled back to offer a great big grin. He bounced up and down with excitement to exclaim his triumph to all the others.

"I suckfucked him so good! I make elf cum!"

"I buttfucked him better! Elf cum because of me!" the one behind him said.

"Look how hard it is!"

"Still hard!"

"Elf-thing wants more?"

"Elf-thing wants all the rats on his little dick!"

Cherno tried to hold his hands over his still-erect cock in a feeble effort to hide how he simply couldn't soften. Projecting his mind elsewhere usually worked when he needed to take control of his body, to ignore pain, or so on, but his concentration was constantly shaken by every breath of the concentrated rat musk coming off of the swarm. There was no reducing his arousal through willpower. He simply had to endure their taunting, and the absolute indignity of thinking a prince like him could possibly be attracted to dirty beasts like them. None of his outrage stopped him from getting kicked over onto his back and pounced by a rat with a stiff, dripping cock though. He made use of his over-engorged shaft soon enough.

"See-observe my noble steed!" the rat mocked as he sat his ass right down on Cherno's dick.

The slim creature got snug atop that shaft, pressing his hole against the tip and easily sinking down on it. Cherno was balls-deep in rat ass in one single motion. The creature moaned at him, drooling with lust, shooting precum all the way to his bare chest just sitting there on the elf's dick. He only made more of a mess once he started riding. Bouncing in jerky, harsh motions that were purely intended for his own pleasure nonetheless kept Cherno stiff with the feeling of getting forcibly rammed into that tight passage again and again, swallowed up and squeezed tight by the contractions of pleasure he brought out of that eager thing riding him.

At least he only had to deal with one of them at a time. The same couldn't be said for Obie once they were done walking all over him like he was nothing more than a soft rug. They weren't heavy, but they'd mashed him into the dirt anyway under all their collective weight. He eventually ended up on his back again, looking up at the wicked eyes and grins of his attackers. They were rubbing their hands together with glee, simply trying to decide what they were going to do to him next. Eventually, one of them stepped on either side of his head, slightly stomping on the tips of his ears in the process, and lowered himself right down.

Obie got his hands up in time to lessen the impact, but that didn't stop him from getting smothered in soft, round rat rump. The rodent eagerly took a seat right on the elf's face, smothering him between those cheeks, immersing him in sweaty rat musk. He made sure to press his rim right against the elf's lips as if to smooch, leaving Obie struggling and trying to turn his head. Others soon took him by the limbs, stretching him out and holding him down so others could take turns fucking him. They lifted his legs right up until they were near his head just to get at his ass while they scrambled for position and eventually one of them rammed deep inside of him once more. The one on his face held his arms out to boast.

"Look-see! Now the prince is my throne!"

"That's the other one! Stupid!"

"All look same! No care! Elf-seat soft!"

The one on Cherno's dick rode all the harder, wiggling and shaking with delight. The pleasure was like a blaze through the high elf. He shook his head as if to deny it, but he was enjoying getting milked by that right rat hole, or some part of him was at least. The ride was rough and uncoordinated, but it still left him ramming deep inside that tight ass, getting squeezed on by the excited rodent. The rat tossed his head back and chittered, nibbling at nothing, bouncing his hips, shooting precum all over the elf, then finally gave a great cry as he went off hard atop his seat.

The kneading, pumping pressure all around him simply set him off. He tried his best to wrench back, to pull out of that rat before he was robbed of his royal seed again, but it was useless. Cherno came inside the dirty beast on his cock, and didn't stop even as the rat sprayed his own load all over the elf's skin. With his mouth open to gasp and groan in pleasure and dismay alike, Cherno ended up swallowing some of the spunk spurting from the rat cock pointed directly at his face. He choked and sputtered at the taste, soon gagging at the very thought of swallowing rat cum, but that wasn't enough to stop it from getting inside him and coating his tongue with a flavour he wasn't going to forget.

Before he could finish spitting out as much of that rat cum as he possibly could, another of the vermin made use of his mouth. That rat met him in a surprisingly tender kiss, or it would have been if he wasn't stubbornly shoving and squirming away from the forced affection. The rat remained unphased, forcing a tongue inside Cherno's mouth that he was tempted to bite. He held off. As much as it might not have seemed so in the moment, things could have been a lot worse for him. He was just going to have to accept that mockingly romantic makeout session with the dirty creature while the others took their positions toying with the rest of his body. They grabbed at him, squeezed him, groped him. He felt the touch of their claws stroking along his skin, along with the sensation of a dozen naked tails brushing against him all over. Sometimes they stroked his cock, either with their hands or with their grasping feet. He remained semi-firm despite his inner protests, teased too much to fully soften, especially when they lapped at him and slathered him in thick rat drool.

The sound of increasingly distressed, albeit muffled complaints from the smothered wood elf spoke of the worse time he was having. When he wasn't a throne, another came down to rub a pair of plump nuts all over his face, or some sweaty, dirt-stained feet. They hardly gave him a chance to breathe. When he was gasping and choking between humiliating attacks, one of them took the opportunity to choke him between his thighs, snickering away the whole time, balls planted right atop Obie's nose. It all led to those violet eyes growing dimmer, and his struggles slowing the more they sapped him of energy and air alike. That didn't stop them.

He was right back where he started, pinned beneath the ass of one of them while the others took to grabbing or humping the rest of him when they weren't simply taking turn, after turn, after turn with his sore, abused ass. They pumped so much rat cum inside of him he sloshed with the slightest movement of his fading struggles. There was hardly any elf visible underneath the sea of rat bodies writhing all over him. They covered what they could see in cum, jerking their shafts in the excitement of dominating him, sometimes spraying each other by accident. None of that slowed their enthusiasm. What did was realizing their throne and cum-rag wasn't even struggling anymore. He gave a few desperate lunges to try to pry his face from under the rat ass smothering him so thoroughly, but after that there was nothing more than the spasms that came with them going too far - or exactly as far as they wished.

Rising up from the elf's face at last didn't produce the gasp of relief the rats expected. He stopped and examined the motionless wood elf, nudging him at first, then shoving him more violently when that failed to produce a result. There was still nothing from him. His eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly open, drawing no air. The realization provoked a spat of shoving and biting among the rats.

"You kill elf toy! Stupid!"

"No! Elf-things play dead. Everyone know this. Stupid!"

They poked at him a few times with their pink toes. One of them kicked him hard in the ribs. He still didn't move. The rats considered, scratching at their chins.

"Hmm. Very good at this game."

"He win at play dead."

"But, think-see ... still feels so warm."

"Warm enough!"

The enthusiasm of the fourth one followed his throwing himself at the very much lifeless body of the wood elf. He'd been smothered and suffocated to death in the most unheroic of ways, and yet his humiliation still hadn't ended, even if he could no longer feel it. They threw themselves upon him in the hopes of soaking up his fleeting body heat while they still could, humping and thrusting against his body. Someone penetrated his rear, and then a second one did too. There was no need to worry about him complaining, and he was looser without his muscles contracting around them anyway. There came a few last twitches through his nerves while they fucked his corpse, but they were far from signs of life.

Cherno watched in horror as they rutted and violated his travelling companion, even in death. When one of them blew his load, another moved in. Others just jerked off over Obie's body, covering his skin in their seed. More than one simply took the opportunity to piss on his fallen form. That didn't seem to dissuade any of the others from mounting up and taking their turn with him, until he was bloated with their cum, or all but buried beneath it, details of his dead body vanishing from sight. Before he could stare for too long, a rat took Cherno by the chin and gestured to him.

"What we do with this one now?"

The consensus was swift and exuberant.

"Murder!"

"Death!"

"Kill-kill!"

"Yes-yes! Kill-slay! But then ... the machine!"

"Machine!"

"The machine!"

They continued chanting that as a mantra while Cherno watched them circle. They were moving closer. Not just a few of them at once, but all of them. He saw them gnashing their teeth, drooling thickly enough there was saliva pouring down onto their chests. Their eyes were never exactly kind, but they glimmered with such malice, such predatory lust that he shrank away in horror. Yet back away as he might, he only ended up bumping into more rats. They seized him and squeezed him, lifting him up above their heads to stretch out in four directions at once as if to quarter him.

"You'll make a fine feast, elf-meat!"

"Meat!"

"Machine!"

Now there were two chants going on. The excitement grew to such an extent they almost forgot to eat him, or so it seemed. Cherno's terror at being munched upon by a hundred nibbling teeth was quelled in favour of a new kind of horror. One of them grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him closer, leaving him to kneel before the solitary rat amid the masses. Either this one was particularly strong, or the elf had simply grown so weak after all the repeated violations that he had no fight left to give, no chance to break free of that grasp. That remained true even when he found himself staring into the depths of an open rat maw all spread out before him. That beast could open so very wide.

Perhaps it was disbelief that such a thing was even possible that kept him from panicking. To think he could be devoured by a creature half his size seemed ludicrous, but so too was everything about the rats. Their technology, their culture, and their inexplicable dominance against all those they fought. Nothing made sense, and yet it still remained, as if they were blessed by some dark god. Only when the elf felt the first heavy gulp all around his features and found himself dragged into the depths of a rat afflicted with an unholy hunger.

Doubt melted away with every swallow, until eventually the elf's legs were kicking through the air. The rats worked to restrain those, grabbing at him, feeding him to the lucky victor among the many gnashing with hunger for his flesh. Despite their prior bickering, there was nothing but cooperation on behalf of the rats when it came to killing someone. They were coordinated, able to put aside their selfish tendencies in order to conquer. The realization hit Cherno with a certain horror to go along with that of being eaten alive.

Slipping smoothly into the hot, slimy gut of a single rat among the many left that rodent swollen and stretched with the outline of his living prey. There was little to breathe other than the caustic air that burned at Cherno's lungs once he settled down into the humid stomach that awaited them. Eventually, the predatory rat's legs gave out from under him, leaving him plopping down to cradle his expanding belly. Others tended to him as he sat swallowing down over Cherno's hips, over the elf's softening cock, over his well-used ass. They showed no jealousy, only the glee of watching the elf meet a miserable fate.

One more messy swallow sent spit flinging off in all directions. The rat tossed his head and shook down his prey, squeezing Cherno with powerful undulations of that sleek gullet. A wet thud as the elf's weight truly settled at the bottom of the massively engorged, stuffed rat's belly, and he was left all crumpled up and helpless. The air was already getting thicker with the acidic smell of pending digestion. He was choking as much as he was popping and crackling under the pressure of the kneading stomach walls rearranging his joints. His demise was not to be a painless one. The high elf prince had been devoured, and his fate was to be digested alive by some filthy, stinking rat.

"Yes! Digest-churn! Melt! Die!" Their voices were as one, revelling in the defeat of the ambushed elves.

They sucked the rat-pred's cock when they weren't just rubbing or humping at his belly. That well-fed one was going to have to contend with getting covered in the cum of his brethren while he slowly gurgled around the balled up piece of elf meat within him. Things grew hotter for Cherno, and plenty tighter too. He was getting the air crushed right out of his lungs, leaving him to perhaps mercifully begin to suffocate before the digestion could truly begin in earnest. That didn't stop him from thumping at the walls around him, kicking and struggling, fighting to find enough room to draw just one more breath. It wasn't to be.

"Take this one!" They kicked at the dead wood elf again. "Take meat!"

"Then, machine!"

"Machine!"

Cherno vaguely heard the chanting over the steady glrrrn and aggressive GLORP of his surroundings. He was being crushed, smothered, drowned, and his skin burned in advance of melting down into rat fat. Such a vile end for a handsome prince, but there was at least respite in that no one would ever know. That hope brought him relative peace, even as he drifted away into a violent, shuddering death. Trapped in the darkness of the rat's tight stomach, surrounded by those unhinged chants, he was to perish, knowing he brought them delight and pleasure, and that his body was to serve as nutrients for one of the great many that made up that horrible swarm.

Yet it was not to be. He most certainly died, tucked away in that massively stretched-out gut, ready to be slowly assimilated with the rat who ate him whole, but the promised afterlife that awaited him didn't come to be. Instead, there was their smell. It remained on him even in death, or so it seemed at first. The truth was, he awakened in their lair, surrounded by the interconnected platforms and bridges that allowed them to navigate that dark cave, along with all manner of thrumming, chugging, booming machinery of unknown purpose. A particularly large one sat smoking just behind them, clanking with some sort of mechanical process, tanks of strange green fluid glowing and bubbling. A hundred rat eyes glowed in the dark all around them, watching, hungering. He heard them chittering or murmuring among themselves, but for the first time in as long as he could remember, he wasn't buried in musky rat bodies.

When he raised his head, there was an uproar of excitement from the surrounding audience. They cheered to see him alive, as if they didn't recently take such pleasure in killing him.

"The machine works!"

"Clan Karass prevails!"

"We bring fresh meat, Warboss Mercury!"

"Our gift of elf-things!"

Their enthusiasm erupted into incoherent babble after that. Cherno was so fixated on his surroundings that he almost didn't notice the other elf pressed against his back. Obie awoke and jolted forward as if roused from a terrible dream. That was what revealed to the two of them that they were bound together, tied at the wrists by some itchy strand of rope. Tugging didn't accomplish anything, and the knot was so tight that their hands were already going numb. They bumped and struggled together as the rats deafened them with their shouting, until the largest among them raised a hand.

He hadn't been among the ambush. They most certainly would have seen him. The silver-furred one had all the appearance of a warlord, and he was the size of a dozen rats at once. His great gut shook when he stood up from his throne to present himself to the captives, all clad in the cleaned skulls of many a race and species - many of them elven. Such decorations lined his pauldrons and loincloth alike, while the rest of his great heft was on full display. Such an ample belly spoke of a well-fed beast who could not possibly have been subsisting on an ordinary diet. His eyes were dark and hungry, though more subdued than the writhing masses around him.

"Welcome back to life, elfkind." He spoke with a much more intelligent voice than the rest of them. "I hope your first death wasn't too unkind to you."

The skulls on his belt rattled with his every thundering step. He stood much taller than the two of them, and at least thrice as wide, still jiggling when he stopped to loom above the captives.

"Do you recognize any of these trophies here?" He gestured to his many skulls, patting at one in particular. "You ought to. One of them is yours."

With that, he winked at Obie and reached down to help them with their bindings. A quick swipe of his claw left them free, though neither of them did more than rub at their sore wrists, or shake their hands to try to get the feeling back into them. The warlord cleared his throat.

"They call me Mercury around here. Looks like you're going to be our guests for a while."

He offered his hands as if to shake, but soon just snatched the elves by the face or braids, respectively. Roughly yanking them up to their feet while they failed to loosen his grip left them shakily standing before his fat gut, dwarfed by his massive presence, smothered in his scent simply by standing near him. They were about to get a whole lot more intimate with his particular brand of more refined, smoother, yet altogether potent rat stink when he yanked them close and forced their faces into the soft layer of fat on his middle.

"Feel all that? That's elves, mainly. The truth is, I've taken to eating you type. I just love how smooth you are going down."

A smack on the back of the head left them both so buried in his fat they were all but immersed. Obie pulled back a little more sharply than Cherno did, not eager to revisit the sensation of smothering to death in rat. Just because they'd revived him through some unnatural means didn't mean he'd forgotten about his experience. Cherno too. He heard that gut rumbling, and felt the same icy fear running down his spine. To be devoured by a rat once was one thing. To suffer such a fate repeatedly was worse than he could have ever imagined.

"Don't worry, though. We'll have plenty of fun before I turn you into fat."

His grip on them was so tight that he could lift Cherno right off his feet with a single hand. He moved the elves aside briefly just so he could throw off his decorated loincloth and reveal that great, thick shaft resting atop a pair of shiny black balls. He didn't look excited just yet, but that was sure to change.

"Now, I'm not about to just stuff you down without giving you a chance. I've heard all kinds of stories about your kind and your trained monks. Strength well beyond your size, so they say. I want to know for myself."

He set them down and let them go. With his arms out wide, he displayed his whole body to them, allowing them to step back and take a better look at his truly impressive bulk.

"I'll take you both at once. If you can get me down and pin me, you are free to go. I'll make sure all the others leave you alone. And if I win, well. If you can't beat me, then I'm going to be shitting you two out in a few hours."

He added a lewd grin to that, and a wink that told them precisely how much he was going to enjoy that. There simply was no other option. The numbers that surrounded them were truly insurmountable. Running for their lives - or what remained of their dignity at least - wasn't going to have any effect. While he might have been an absolute titan of a rat, he couldn't have been fast. Perhaps between the two of them, they could overcome his bulk, especially if they managed to recall their more magical abilities despite the haze of rat stink in their minds.

Raising his hands, Cherno began to murmur under his breath. Then he murmured some more. There was no spark, no arcane power coursing through his outstretched fingers. Instead, he just ended up looking silly. Looking down at his own hands with bewilderment, he tried giving his head a shake to cast off the musk shackling his mind, but it was to no avail. Mercury laughed at him.

"Funny, isn't it? Something about being around our machines just has a way of sapping the magic right out of you elf types. That's not the kind of fight I asked for, anyway. Let's see your fists!"

He raised his hands, looking ready to grapple with them, waiting for their attack. Obie looked him up and down, trying to find a weakness in his stance, but there was none. Every part of him was solidly built. There was nothing to latch onto, but he had to try. Ducking down and spinning, he made a sudden lunge for one of the rat's thick legs. Grabbing at it was as effective as trying to pull an ancient oak out by its roots. Mercury patiently waited for the elf to tire himself out as Cherno considered his attack. Eventually, frustration with the whole situation won over, and he threw a punch. He probably should have aimed somewhere other than that fat gut, but it was such a large target.

Mercury's thick belly absorbed the blow right down to Cherno's wrist. Making solid impact with the taut muscle beneath all the fat was the first hint at just how poorly he'd underestimated the fat rat. His weight was threat enough, but adding speed and strength alike to his enormous frame made him a deadly opponent. With Obie clinging to his leg like a decorative bangle, completely inconsequential, Mercury lunged forth and struck the high elf with the same belly he'd just ineffectively punched. Cherno went flying.

Knocked prone, staring up at a cave ceiling he couldn't make out through his blurred vision, Cherno didn't move. He wasn't unconscious, simply defeated. Obie held on a little longer, until he was pried off of Mercury's leg and lifted into the air in the grip of a single hand. The rat observed him for a time, allowing him to swing and spit at his attacker. A swinging, windmill slam to the ground took the fight out of that scrappy wood elf. He all but made a crater in the ground with Obie's body, slamming him flat and leaving him sprawled and stunned.

"Pathetic! Are you sure you're really the men of your race? With those little dicks swinging around, I'm hardly convinced. And are you all so damn fragile?" Mercury dusted off his hands as he stood above his opponents. "You're hardly worthy of smelling my musk, nevermind sharing the arena with me. Let's see if you can at least dodge."

Maybe it was the humiliation, the exhaustion, the clouding fog of rat scent in his mind, or some combination of the above that kept Cherno from getting out of the way in time after watching the rat leap into the air and do an inexplicably agile front flip. He tried. When he saw that rat's shadow descending upon him in a plunging butt-slam, survival instinct kicked in. Yet there was simply so much ass to avoid. In the last moments, he started up in frozen horror before it hit him. At the very least, he wasn't crushed instantly. It was some combination of just how fat and soft Mercury was, and how the surprisingly nimble rat knew just how to land that meant he only slammed down on Cherno's face with enough force to stun him, not obliterate him.

That was precisely where the elf was going to stay for a while, pinned beneath all that chunky, padded weight, shoved right against the sleek black rat hole that kissed against his entire face at once. He flinched and struggled, trying not to get too deeply acquainted with Mercury's big, black, sweaty asshole, but there was no avoiding it. Not when the rat rubbed deeply down on the elf's trapped face, threatening to pull him right inside with the pleasured flexing of that taut, supple ring smashed up against every single one of Cherno's royal features.

Obie wasn't spared either. While he sat dominantly upon his throne of elf, Mercury reached over for the other fallen one and just snatched him right up. Clutching him about the waist, he screwed him onto a fat rat dick as smoothly as sheathing a blade. Obie could cry out all he liked, could kick and even try to bite at the air, but he still ended up with that stiff shaft jammed deeper and deeper into his belly, stretching his ass out to unusable by anyone but the fat rat himself with all that wide, thick girth. All Mercury needed was a single hand to jerk the elf up and down his cock like the good little smoothskinned sleeve he was.

Cherno got to feel exactly how much Mercury was enjoying fucking the helpless wood elf in the form of the flexes and clenches travelling from the base of the rat's tail to his taint and balls alike. The high elf was buried in musky rodent, smothered half to death, drowning in the sweat raining down on him. His shoving wasn't making his situation any better. There was nothing to breathe but rat, one that perspired more heavily with every fat-jiggling thrust he made into that poor tanned ass.

As the high elf beneath him began to fade, Mercury launched into fucking the whimpers, yelps, and even strange screams out of Obie in earnest. His cock swelled up, twitching hard inside that bulging belly, fucking nearly to the elf's chest in the process of absolutely demolishing him. The wood elf could only curl his toes, ball his hands into fists, and try not to let his dick get any harder. It didn't work. He was fully hard by the time Mercury rutted him into a sploshing, bloated mess. And that was before he even came inside that poor, soft, smooth twink.

A good grunt of satisfaction came with the rat rising up off his seat. Cherno was in no state to take advantage of such an opening. He was left struggling for breath, choking on the sweat caught in his throat, sweltering in the heat of the rat's richly-musked body. The mark was all over his skin once more, but he could hardly complain. The splurch of thick cum shooting inside the wood elf until there was simply no more space to put it. He drooled it, he coughed it up, getting jizzed right through when he didn't just overflow it down Mercury's thickly tufted balls, painting the fat from gut to taint in his own excess cum. Through it all, he was spurting his own load. Compared to the rat, it was little more than a drop.

Mercury held him there for a time, still impaled on his dick, belly swollen, eyes glazed, mouth open to drool what wouldn't fit inside his belly, cute elf cock still twitching with the effort to put out more cum he simply didn't have. Then he pulled Obie off to let him leak and quiver, tossing him aside like a soiled rag. It was Cherno's turn. Not to get fucked, at least. Instead, the rat shoved his fat fingers down to the elf's scalp and pulled him by the head to kneel before cock. It dripped plenty of spunk down on Cherno's face, splashing that sweat-soaked skin until the elf had to turn away.

"Give it a good clean and I'll think about giving you a round two."

That he didn't force him to do it made it worse. If Cherno was being overpowered, he could have easily just pushed his mind elsewhere and tried not to dwell on the indignity being inflicted upon him. To act of his own will, he had to tell himself it was self-preservation. When he started firming up at the very first taste of the rat's cum-coated cock, he had a harder time figuring out how exactly to justify it. There was probably some vile sorcery at work to trick his mind into thinking that filthy, stinking rat tasted so damn good.

"Really get in there. Right under the skin. Swirl your tongue around. Yeah, like that. That's a good elf bitch."

Cherno was obeying before even needing to be told. He knelt there before his new rat god, licking under the beast's foreskin to clean up as much cum, sweat, and musk alike as he could possibly taste. The assault on his senses burned right into his mind, twisting his thoughts, testing his will. He was drooling over that dick, and that was before he even went all the way down on it. Sliding up from cleaning off the dirtiest part of the rat's dick, he swiped across the slit in front of him to lap up a great hot mouthful of leftover cum. After that, with his face blazing and his eyes watering through the swampy sensation of slurping and cleaning that dirty rat, he went all the way down to where the juices had most thoroughly accumulated, digging his face into that raunchy tuft of extra-thick fur until he he was intoxicated beyond all reason.

Outright sucking on that sex-soaked fur was a rush of pheromones unlike anything he'd ever experienced. He kept tending to those utterly massive balls, marvelling at their heft, at the sheer crude weight to them. Sometimes he was simply sniffing, sucking down more and more of the stinking rat essence he'd been brainwashed to love. That was the only possible explanation. He held onto that thought even in the midst of the haze, even when the pleasure of huffing the rat's filthy musk right off his balls proved so intense Cherno ended up cumming at Mercury's feet as if in tribute.

Telling himself that didn't lessen the humiliation much. His lip quivered before he bit it and steadied himself, refusing to do anything more than relentlessly blush. He could hear the laughter coming from the wings. The rats delighted in seeing him so pathetic, crawling on the floor in front of their big, strong boss. Mercury meanwhile simply stretched his arms above his head, sweat visibly rolling down from his heavily tufted pits, and lightly chuckled at the display.

"There's no shame in it. Every elf breaks once he's breathed enough musk. I smell pretty beautiful, don't I?"

Turning his head up towards the boss rat, pushing his jaw out defiantly, Cherno refused to admit he'd been broken. At least mentally. Physically, he was trembling, choking, coughing, wheezing for air beside Obie. The wood elf had perhaps seen rougher circumstances than the prince, but he was on his hands and knees, simply groaning at the floor. It looked a little like he was prostrating himself in worship before the rat god. Mercury soaked it all in as he rained perspiration upon their pathetic bodies.

With their cocks still stiff, their minds drugged and clouded by all the musk he'd pumped into their senses, he was free to do anything he wanted with them. Moving them about like they were nothing more than dolls, he posed them and positioned them with a mocking chuckle, even laying them in one another's arms to make them kiss. Or close enough anyway, their drooling mouths and cum-streaked lips vaguely pressing together amid his manipulations. When he tired of amusing himself with such silly things, he instead turned Cherno around, so that he could forcefully shove Obie up against him from behind. With enough pushing, he eventually got the wood elf to penetrate the one he had once been guiding.

All that was left in Cherno was a little whimper. He'd been drenched and smothered and soaked in rat sweat to the point he swore he felt it in his bones. Neither elf wanted to fuck the other, but the boss rat's grip kept them going, awkwardly grinding and thrusting at his command. That didn't last long. He swept them up long before they could finish, gripping them around both of their waists in two meaty hands. His breath puffed over them, just as hot and humid as Cherno remembered from the first time he was eaten by a rat. Mercury drooled heavily as he drew them nearer to his slavering maw.

"Nothing like a good sandwich. I'm going to enjoy churning up two dumb little elf-sluts together. Think you'll die at the same time?"

His taunting was largely lost on them. They looked back at him with their eyes wide and shiny, faces twisted into dazed, overwhelmed expressions of overstimulation and musk-drunkenness. He gave a shrug and simply brought them close. Laying Cherno atop his tongue with Obie snug on the high elf's back, he easily fit them both into his mouth at once. Chomping a little to add some pain to the equation helped to wake them up a little - though only one of them truly realized how dire the situation was getting. The memory of his previous resurrection was of no comfort when faced with the experience of being swallowed whole.

"W ... wait ... wait!" Obie's voice rose up with the dawning realization. "Don't eat us, please don't ... no!"

Then there was the hmmf that came with his elegant features getting smothered in the wet mawflesh of the rat's mouth. Mercury stuffed the two smooth boys in and kneaded them between his gnawing teeth. Those easily could have pierced skin and shattered bone alike but he only made light dents in his meals. Well, maybe a crunch or two, enough to provoke a whimper from the aware one and a faint groan from the more broken one. Cherno slowly came to, less abruptly than the wood elf stuck behind him, but he was aware enough by the time his face met with Mercury's throat to contribute to the startled, muffled cries.

Though greatly weakened after their messy experiences with the big boss rat, the two elves worked together to kick and struggle in rising panic once Mercury really started swallowing them. They jerked about between his teeth and got their bodies chewed on, softening them up for the massive gulps to come. A cruel grin formed over the warlord's face when he heard them screaming. His mouth twisted with sadistic amusement as he threw them about, flailing their legs around with the whips and tosses of his head, forcing them down his gullet with nothing more than the sheer power of his potent peristalsis.

Their bodies were squished all the more closely together every time he squeezed more of them down his throat. They were forced to fuck all the way down towards his waiting belly. His gut wobbled and bounced before they even arrived, following the enthusiasm of his rolling, showy swallows. The rats were cheering and chanting for their warboss while he demonstrated to them how to kill some stupid elves with style. Their bodies disappeared between his teeth, down to their ankles. All it took was one more good swipe of his tongue along their bare soles to tuck their screaming selves away, ignoring their muffled pleading.

A slobbery plummet resulted in them crashing down together in the bottom of his great, fat stomach. At least there was more space in there than the last one Cherno had occupied. There still wasn't enough room for them to pull away from each other. They were going to die mid-sex, neither of them getting off one last time, but unable to soften simply for the musk that had been mashed into their senses and their minds alike. It was an intoxicating conviction that lingered even as Mercury's belly grew acidic, even as they gasped and wheezed in the increasingly inhospitable environment.

The small mercy Cherno had been granted before his previous death wasn't to happen again. There was too much breathable air in there to suffocate, too much space to move to have their lungs squeezed dry before the end. Neither of them were going to pass out before those digestive juices did their work. The panicked murmurs from each of them grew more desperate the longer they simmered. Cherno took to kicking at the walls around them. Obie punched as hard as he could. In response, Mercury gave a great fat-wobbling smack to his gut, slamming them deeper into the rising acids, and churning up a great, bubbling belch that rang out all through the lair, shaking the structures on which dozens of rats had gathered to watch the voracious execution.

"Urrrrrrralp. Ahh, you hear that, boys? That's what a real predator sounds like. Now get over here and help them settle so I can turn those pretty boys into shit."

It didn't take long for the masses to gather. The rats took to rubbing their warboss' big fat gut, kneading so deeply even the prey could feel it. They got poked and prodded at when they weren't more generously massaged. It was a small comfort in the sea of fluids sizzling over their skin. That Obie was still stuck inside Cherno seemed like a mockery of pleasure. Neither of them was getting any enjoyment out of it, for certain. They writhed and twitched together, but couldn't quite separate when the walls were forcing them closer and closer. Their bodies began to crack and crunch under all that force, and that was when they weren't simply melting.

At least one last use of elven willpower remained. They managed to push out most of the pain that tormented them throughout the process of being digested alive by the fat rat. His belly roared with hunger, churning inwards on them, softening them, stripping them, ruining their smooth skin until it was reddened and acid-washed. Their flesh dissolved with every sloppy rumble and squeeze, and the swarm was there to feel them up all throughout the process. As their bodies slumped and sank inwards under the pressure, the amassed rats squeezed them and admired them, delighting in the feeling of their bodies being broken all over again.

Mercury unleashed some further belches with all the grandiosity of a singer, arms held wide to project the crude sound all throughout the barrens. The rats paid tribute to their boss in the form of several shots of cum raining down on that thick belly, humping and worshipping it as the elves died within. Each blasted burp made the walls tighter, made the acids slop and churn harder, singing them right down to the bones. Yet somehow they didn't scream. They may have groaned and whimpered in pain, but they didn't let the fear overtake them. Pressed together in their dying moments, they each managed one last little shove or kick before the walls closed in and CRUNCHED them into a smashed, ruined mess, breaking their bodies all in one good clench.

The release of death lasted so very little time from their perspective. One moment they were melting into rat fat, and the next their bodies were intact again. Their new bodies, at least. Mercury made it abundantly clear where their last ones had ended up, hefting and bouncing loudly sloshing gut right in front of their faces by the time they woke up together. This time, the rats hadn't even bothered to bind them. They had drawn closer, surrounding the elves on all sides, poking their whiskered muzzles in close, licking their lips, drooling. There was no time for a break. The swarm was upon them in seconds.

Buried in a writhing, clawing, biting mass of vermin, the elves meekly fought before they were humped, jizzed on, and fucked in every hole the rats could find. One of them nearly got a dick in Cherno's ear at one point, and they weren't even patient enough to wait for the first one to finish with his tight ass before a second jammed inside. There was barely any room to breathe, nor to recover after getting cumshot after cumshot pumped inside them. Cherno's cheeks blazed whenever he shot a load all over himself after getting plowed by the dirty beasts over and over. It happened surprisingly often. He couldn't deny his body's reaction to getting a stiff cock between his smooth cheeks.

Only when he realized he'd been cumming too much did he start to protest again. Shoving, elbowing, even outright punching one of the horny rats who seemed utterly unphased by the blow didn't help him escape. The rats raped his ass harder and harder, pushing his pleasure to the absolute limits, breaking him, milking out every last drop of his cum. When he dry-fired for long enough, he felt a strain, felt a stretch, and then he felt the most curiously concerning sensation amid the forced ecstasy. Something went pop inside of him, and his cock felt limp atop his balls - but didn't stop twitching and flexing with the attempt to cum.

After that, when they fucked a climax out of him and left him clenching on their many cocks stuffed inside him, he could only give thin, watery spurts for them. They'd broken him, and yet they still managed to bring him pleasure. He'd been transformed into a true rat slut, unable to cum on his own without their help, and they took full advantage of it until they'd bashed him blue and fucked him too numb to offer even the smallest spurt or the softest clench.

"This one useless! Kill it! Let the machine renew it!"

Cherno couldn't tell if that was one voice or many. He was sprawled in a puddle own cum, painted in their tribute, sweating, stinking of them, absolutely ruined as far as princes went. Yet he still offered them no fealty, no true service other than to allow them to use his body. That lingering pride did nothing to change his fate. They licked him, kissed him, sucked on him, but despite the looming threat of their gnawing teeth, it was a single gullet that overtook him and sent him into the darkness of an awful, undignified death inside a rat's belly all over again.

Obie fared little better. The rats found him so nice and accommodating to fuck that they'd decided to penetrate him even more deeply. They took to shoving their naked tails in his ass as far as he could take it, tickling and stimulating him inside until he blew for them, again and again. He knelt there, quivering, eyes shut tight, trying not to let them rob him of whatever he had left to hold onto. They had their lips around his cock, drinking down his cum until the tap ran dry, but that didn't make them stop sucking and tailfucking him. It was a science experiment of sorts, just to see how much one stupid elf could give them before he too broke into a useless, limp-dicked wretch to be digested. Not much more, it turned out.

The hours passed and they found themselves fucked limp and then devoured over and over again. Eventually they were surrounded by the lounging masses of fat-bellied rats snoozing and belching in mockery after eating them so many times. The machine gave them life, such as it was, and brought them back intact no matter how broken they got. At least for a while. Eventually Cherno snapped back to life after a horrific, suffocating, gurgling death and something felt different. When the rats crowded around them awaiting their turn, one after another, he couldn't stiffen anymore, no matter how much they teased him, no matter how much they doused him in their bewitching musk.

"Elf broken! For good!"

"Stupid machine! Supposed to fix!"

"We work out kinks later!"

"For now we kill!"

"Obvious-boring! This time we kill better!"

They kicked at him until he was prone, and took him by the arms to drag him off to some unknown fate. He struggled a little, but it was his strength against a hundred. Obie fared little better. He still managed to get semi-hard when a rat rubbed his heel against his balls, but they were focused on choking him out with their cocks, not even bothering to stimulate him. A wet facefuck left him drooling the cum he couldn't swallow down, and when that rat was done with him he went so far as to let his dick soften in the wood elf's mouth and piss right down his throat. The hot stream made Obie half-soft cock oddly twitch once he was forced to swallow it, and of course the rat noticed that. He soon found himself knocked down and surrounded by a dozen or so partly soft rat cocks just so they could give him so much more of what he apparently loved.

Some of them added cum to the streams of hot piss, just to leave him all the more slathered. No inch of him was spared. They marked him down until he was absolutely soaking in their pheromones, claimed more thoroughly than ever before. Plenty of them directed their piss right at his open mouth. He was chugging it down more and more until he was overflowing, choking, drowning in gold. That didn't stop them. They were content to suffocate him under the musky streams, eventually settling on forcing their cocks down his throat just to cut off his last gasps for air and filthily snuff him out all over again. Yet somewhere amid the dirty end, there was some small tribute of his watery cum on his belly, mixed in with all the rest, then washed away.

For all the humiliation he might have felt before his umpteenth death, Cherno got it so much worse. They took him away from the main area so they could toss him into a shallow pit. The fall was harsh and painful, and they were upon him in moments. This time, they weren't fucking him, they weren't stepping on him, they weren't even jerking off on his naked body. It took him some time to notice that he wasn't surrounded by the unsatisfied masses waiting for their turns, but instead by the wild-eyed horde of the hungriest among them. He barely got his hands up in time before they descended upon him.

Cherno barely got his hands up to protect himself before they descended upon him. They enveloped him and shrouded him in excited, writhing rat bodies. Their nibbling teeth dug deep into his soft body, and then he disappeared. There was no state in between that he ever registered. They poured themselves upon him like a wave and then they were gnawing on the last scraps of his bones. Those ended up inside one of the dozens of rat bellies he'd been distributed between. A bloodstain spread across the feeding pit was the only sign he'd been there, mere seconds after they began to feast upon him. The round-bellied little creatures pushed and bickered with each other in the aftermath about who had eaten him the best.

"I got its stupid little face!"

"I ate its useless limp-weak dick!"

"Stupid thing would have begged for more if it could speak-say!"

"So stupid! Good for nothing but rat food!"

There was much snickering and chatter along with excited squeaks as the rats mocked him, rubbing their bellies. Cherno eventually heard some of it. They were getting so good at bringing him back that it seemed to take seconds. He found himself getting carried back to the horde, thrown into the middle of them as careless as one might have thrown meat to wolves. Some of them ignored him, others moved in on him, but they all scattered when the warboss made his return.

"Can't say we've ever had a plaything quite so eager. You must be made for it, prince. Born to die for us again and again."

His words were simple, but served well to remind Cherno just how far he had fallen. The royal was buried in rats, tainted by their scent, his royal cock ruined, and yet still faintly pulsing with pleasure, despite his inner outrage that he would even think of enjoying such awful treatment. At least the newly revived and nearby wood elf didn't have to suffer quite the same level of humiliation about it all. Not that he was any less broken.

His life wasn't over. There were still so many deaths to have. He was a slave to the dirty creatures, refusing to ever truly give in, but no matter how much defiance he showed, how much he denied how much he'd grown to love their all-encompassing, skin-soaking, mind-searing natural musk and collective stink, he could never erase the indignity. Even if he somehow escaped to be a prince again, he'd always be the elf who shot his load while those filthy rats were violating him. And he was going to do it again. Perhaps someday he was going to start making requests. He knew he was descending deeper into rat-madness, but he was holding out and holding on, refusing to admit what they demonstrated to him again, and again, and again with their multitudes of soaking, sweating, sex-smelling bodies.

In the haze of pleasure and humiliation that had become his life, three words persisted, spoken time after time from their many mouths.

"Stupid elf-things."

After all he had seen, all they had done, he was starting to wonder if that was true. They were the superior ones after all, in intellect, in battle tactics, and in the way they fucked the softer, weaker, sluttier races like his own. Maybe there was truly nothing better for his kind to do but to lay down and surrender to the swarming rat masters, to serve them, suck them, to please them in every possible way as their new purpose. When even he could take to it so well, it surely must have been meant to be.