Depraved Cultivation : Humanity’s Filth Reincarnated

“That’s it. Just like that, Helteiel… Aren’t you quite good at using your hands? Come on, look at me while doing it... Keep talking”

Edrick was still lying on his back with his noble wood out, the elven chief lying next to him with his head near the side of the human’s chest. They were skin against skin as Helteiel handled another man’s toolset for the very first time in his life.

“I… I don’t know what to say…”

It was rather entertaining how the usually focused and serious village chief was acting all flustered like he was a little virgin spending their first night with someone they liked. Helteiel was completely aroused and couldn’t help but wonder every time Anoteros’s sceptre would start twitching, slowly but surely growing erect under his care.

“Tell me what you want to do tonight”

“This… I want…”

“Just answer it. No need to be flustered when you’ve already got your hands all over my cock and balls”

“I… I guess you’re right…” the elf swallowed his saliva “...I would like the same thing you did to Daklaiel…”

“Mmh? You know about Daklaiel and me?”

“I’m so sorry! I just wanted to do the best for my village and be careful, and… And I saw you having sex with him! I don’t know why, but I pleasured myself whilst looking and kept coming back the following nights to do it again…”

Anoteros raised an eyebrow. He frankly hadn’t had a clue that someone had been observing him rearranging Daklaiel’s insides every night. He was even more surprised that the chief had seemingly completely missed the servant crest and strange dynamic due to Daklaiel being so subservient… It seemed like Helteiel had been instantly mesmerised by the ‘action’, and had completely blocked out everything else. Only focusing on imagining himself in his fellow’s place, receiving the human’s dominant affection.

The scion propped the elf’s chin up, his fifth limb quickly growing to its full might as he sat up in the tent.

“What a dirty elf you are, Chief Helteiel… But I don’t dislike it. Come on, climb on it and let me check how tight your hole is. You wanted to be in Daklaiel’s place, right? Demonstrate your superior talents as a submissive toy to another man as the village’s chief”

Edrick’s words sounded harsh, but they made Helteiel tremble in excitement. The light of the lantern caused the silhouettes of them both to be clearly visible from the outside, as the elf hurriedly positioned himself into a regular Bouncer position.

He breathed heavily and felt hot all over as Edrick’s superior manhood rubbed against his.

It was not to say that Underwood Elves men couldn’t be well endowed, but it had to be said that while about on par in the length department with humans overall, they were quite lacking in girth.

And compared to the noble’s king-sized equipment, even the largest Underwood Elf would look puny next to his. This said a lot about the current situation, as Helteiel was just average. He truly felt soft and frail as Edrick embraced him.

Without any words, the scion took off his shirt and undressed the elf. One of his rugged, masculine hands was gripping the chief’s alluring butt–Which would easily be taken for that of a woman even by trained eyes–Whilst the other wrapped around the elf’s lithe waist.

“Relax down there and don’t be scared. There will only be pleasure for you”

Helteiel’s secret cave soon faced the great wyrm, and without delay, the tip went in, the rest following steadily as the chief’s moaned loudly into the night. He had made a very good choice when choosing to take the human so far away. He had no idea how Daklaiel had been able to get pounded and keep it low.

“Armphf~! It's- It’s stretching me so much!”

“Does it hurt?”

“N-No… It feels good! I love it! I want it all!”

“How greedy… Do you want me all for yourself, Helteiel?”

“I–AULHFGH”

Edrick thrusted balls deep, taking the elf in a tight hug against his muscular body as he accelerated his cadence. Helteiel’s secret cave was spasming between expanding and tightening due to the overload of sensations.

“Helteiel… Is this the first time you’re cheating on your wife…”

“...Y…Yes…”

“Does it feel good?”

“It’s the best…!”

“Do you love your wife?”

“Of course!”

With each question and answer came a powerful thrust that made the elf moan loudly into the surrounding forest.

“Don’t worry, I am not threatening you or anything… I'm just telling you that you should invite your wife to have fun with me as well… Actually, why not bring the whole village into this? You must have noticed that everyone was acting a certain way around me these days. It doesn’t have to be part of the deal–Let’s just have fun as good friends, alright?”

“...And I’ll continue playing with you…”

“You promise?”

“I was expecting a bit more negotiation from the village chief, you know?”

“While you're fucking my brains out?! You’re right anyway! No one can resist your charms… And your fat cock! One look was all it took for me, and I don’t want to lie to–Mmphf–My wife about this… So–Aaah–Might as well have fun alongside her!”

‘That was easy… If all Underwood Elves are such sluts, Eltysia will really turn into my personal paradise, huh?’

Edrick slapped Helteiel’s butt, thrusting his hips rapidly as the chief groaned like a beast in heat. The elf was ejecting his dew without stop as he was taught the pleasures of having his prostate stimulated by a real man.

Eventually, Anoteros grabbed the back of Helteiel’s head and pushed him into a joust of tongues. According to Edrick’s self-imposed rules, when it came to the household, only the wives could exchange kisses with him.

However, residence rules didn’t apply to those who were not a part of it in any way. Since Helteiel bore no crest, Edrick went ahead and gave a treat. Besides, rubbing tongues was always pleasant, and it made the scion’s partners feel more loved.

The elf kept coming until his man-rod grew limp, but that did not stop Anoteros, who switched positions to a Breeding Press at first, pinning the twink down in the tent.

The position changed again after a while and went to the one that was probably the noble’s favourite overall… The good old Bestial. There was nothing better to really pound a hole at maximum efficiency. It gave perfect access for spanks, to pull hair, and really allowed him to watch as the backside would ripple under the ferocity of his lustful thrusts.

“You don’t need convincing, but let me show you another reason why you should listen to what I said earlier…”

With a final stroke, Edrick went balls deep, unloading his high-grade elixir into the depths of Helteiel’s pleasure-pit. The elf would have probably reacted normally, but the length of the heated activities and the full-powered Cleansing Elixir knocked him out cold.

“Good riddance… And who is going to clean my cock now?” he delivered a soft, but loud spank with a smirk.

He was quite pleased with tonight’s ‘exchange’.

In essence, Helteiel was his first real twink. Shu had required make-up and the likes–Same thing for those who had followed. There had been a need for a little something to really make them suitable for Anoteros to bed.

The Underwood Elf chief didn’t need any of that. His natural looks and clothing style were already twinkish enough despite being perfectly normal. That was the perfect kind of twink, men who saw themselves as most mundane men and acted like it in regular circumstances.

That was where twinks truly differentiated from Foppoofs.

The latter would always be feminine no matter what, and were probably more predisposed to it as well. The former, though, were just a result of the genetic lottery and wouldn’t be mistaken for women.

It made dominating them and making them hungry for it very satisfying in a different manner. That difference was what Edrick appreciated and desired.

And Underwood Elves were prone to having twinks amongst them…

‘Mmh, it’s a good change of pace from doing some Biesta from morning to sundown, but I have been roughing up a lot of prostates lately, huh?’

Not that he minded it, but apart from some Grass Buffaloes, he hadn’t gotten to enjoy much pink palaces since entering the realm. Anoteros was an omnivore. His diet needed proper diversity, and this notion counted for all types of ‘meals’.

That was why he had mentioned Helteiel’s wife. It was high time to get a taste of an elven woman.

For now, though, he got rid of the wasted elixir on his shaft and promptly went to sleep next to the spent chief…

When morning rose, Edrick was awakened not by the early sunlight but by Ansbach and Oswulf. His two canine companions were barking in the same direction.

The elf was still out of it, and he probably wouldn’t be able to stand straight even if he was awake. Thus, the noble stepped out in his unclothed glory with his lower brain dangling between his legs.

“Let me handle this” he told the two wolves, and as they stopped barking, a furious beast charged forward.

It was a Flame-Maw Bear that was behaving in an unusually aggressive way.

“Oh, so it wasn’t just a one-time thing, it seems”

The bear was a regular-sized one, but its back was covered with Blood-Gorged Moss–The same kind that had been on the giant Flame-Maw Bear Edrick had felled with Mumin.

“Moss or not, let me teach you a lesson…”

‘And just as I thought about having more females, fate just had to send me a male my way, huh? This one won’t walk properly for days after I am done with him…’

The enraged bear did not know it yet, but he was about to be introduced to a new concept…