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The Chieftain's Favour

_A Redwall Tale of Ruggan Bor _

*Part One: Takeover *

Antigra could not have predicted this, could not have predicted that her son's rise to power would be scuppered so quickly by the arrival of such a terrifying creature. There were few amongst the Juska Tribes that did not know the golden furred fox when they saw him and Antigra was quick to leap back into her tent and find something to hide behind to make herself look panicked and upset... helpless because everyone knew that Ruggan Bor did not tend to kill the females when he took on a tribe. Antigra just had to wait for the rats to come in, to insist she was an innocent widow and her son was not present for them to save herself. But she could hear the sounds of death and horror outside and she knew it was not even the dreaded fox doing the killing.

Stepping into the main camp with a stern expression upon his face and the expression of boredom, Ruggan Bor stepped over the bloody puddles and chopped up pieces of dead vermin with his eyes flicking about in boredom to each of the various tents and huts. He watched his vermin slip in, pull out the females, their daughters and the babies young enough that they would not remember the former tribal leader and push them into one large group to his left. He then watched as young sons not old enough to hold spears but who could not be trusted to be loyal as well as elderly males of no use went to the right where they would be culled. Ruggan was ruthless, he knew what was useful for his clan and what was not but he had a few rules he'd given to his crew... if a vermin put down their blade, they could join the females on the left. Already several vermin were moving that way but a few hardy warriors still devoted to the idea of the Juskazann maintained fighting on. Ruggan for example was amused by it, especially when several were just throwing down their blades as his Seer had predicted... after-all he was a better leader than the apparent usurper they had been dealing with.

Ruggan though was forced to stop in his pacing as he watched several of his vermin being knocked about and slaughtered by a nasty looking weasel with vicious teeth, a chewed ear and well he was an animal that Ruggan wanted kept alive. Old Sawney's band had a tendency to produce some utterly vicious weasels with astounding ferociousness in battle and Ruggan was watching it as he stroked at his sabre to his side and licked his tongue against his teeth. He was quick to think of what his seer Ermath had said... he would gain this clan without having to lift his blade, so Ruggan halted stretching for it and instead watched the eyes of the weasel. The figure's eyes would flicker back and forth towards a female weasel within the group who was swollen with a kit and Ruggan flicked his tongue to his teeth again before turning to one of his guards, his eyes boring into the back of the rat's head. It jolted before feeling itself pushed towards that weasel and swiftly it stepped over to snatch her just as the weasel male was pinned down as Ruggan gave a soft grunt in irritation as the fighting stopped and it was clear he'd already won.

"Bring her..." The command was clear and Ruggan shifted his cloak, which encouraged a decent looking seat to be pulled up from nowhere and settled right behind him as he sat down into it with a grunt. He ignored the corpse pieces about the floor, the blood that had sputtered onto his cloak and onto his paws, it was not of any interest to him now when he had a more important issue to deal with. This weasel was a decent kind of warrior and Ruggan Bor needed good warriors and Ruggan needed to make his mark on everyone that dared to think they could oppose him and feign loyalty... not to mention teach someone why they should choose his side. His vermin pushed the trembling and delicate looking weasel into view as she stood in front of him. Suddenly the vermin grabbed her clothes and ripped them clean off so Ruggan could view her as she squealed in shock and her mate began to snarl in fury at the sound and the sight of it as Ruggan snorted. "Your mate is at risk of being killed, if that's the case your unborn child will be killed for his blood... but you can save him... offer yourself to me and I'll let him live, let you both live together in the tribe and your child will be respected."

It was said without emotion, straightforward and almost bored as Ruggan's eyes seemed to flick with a predatory hunger and the little weasel began to tremble in fear as she tried to cover herself from the various eyes. She was aware of the rumours of Ruggan... the most well-endowed, the most virile, the being with the most stamina whose scent once inhaled was enough to send any she-beast into heat. She was scared, Ruggan Bor was a very dangerous fox and despite what relationships might exist amongst some vermin, she did love her mate very much and she loved her unborn baby all the more. With a gentle whimper, she nodded her head but her mate gave a violent hiss and to the surprise of those watching, she spun around to look at him viciously to keep him quiet before she turned about to address the chieftain.

She bent on her knees before him, her tiny, delicate little paws stretching out to the bottom of his jerkin, her paws navigating the soft pale fur of his underbelly to locate the thick form of his sheath and with a gulp she began to stroke affectionately about it. She moved a little roughly, urging the bright red tip to show itself, not too big and she was quite sure she could easily fit that into her mouth. But as she continued to stroke it more firmly, suddenly a rather massive form seemed to slip out into her hot little paws. It was not even fully swollen but it was longer than her throat and worse still, it was burning hot already and she needed both her small paws to be able to hold onto it as it practically slapped into her paws with a soft thud. It was huge and she looked up at Ruggan, he just seemed to slouch back, his tongue slipping out to clean his fangs but his expression bored and the little weasel gave a gulp of surprise, she knew what she had to do.

Antigra had been moved amongst the other females on the left, she stared as did all the females in both excitement and shock as the poor weasel stared at the thick, pulsing form settling in her hands. The weasel jill gulped heavily, turning her head briefly to look at her upset husband, but she was not going to get away from this now she'd gone this far and tentatively she stretched out her little tongue. She flickered her tongue gently against the thick phallus, tasting his musk that seemed to seep into her nostrils and inflame her body, making her want to moan and drool, her nipples straightening in excitement as her groin became wettened. The rumours about Ruggan's pheromone power were seemingly true and the little weasel was soon whimpering and moaning as she lapped and flicked her tongue against the long form, letting it lounge against the top of her chest, pushing her small bosoms up against it, pressing her tiny tight nipples against the boiling form before finally tilting it so she could try and put the tip into her mouth.

Ruggan remained quiet, his breath hardly altered, his eyes still vicious and hungry and his mouth not even moving as the little weasel seemed to moan and gasp as she lathered his pulsing form in her affections. Then as she finally attempted to put the tip in her mouth, stretching it wide, his hand dropped to her head and twisted the fur on the back of her head. She gave a moan of delight for his attention, only for him to twist tightly so she gave a gasp and a gag and then suddenly he pushed his hips forwards. The weasel could have screamed if only her mouth and her throat was not suddenly stuffed full of the fox's burning hot cock. It pushed into her, making her gag and choke, her eyes tearing as she could hardly pull in air through her nose or even move her tongue. She had no time to taste, her face seemingly going blue as Ruggan just slid his form back and forth, focusing at the back of her throat and not withdrawing. The weasel female looked desperate to breathe, petrified and then her eyes began to roll and Ruggan gave a snort.

He pulled himself from her mouth, the little weasel dropped onto her hands and knees, sucking and gulping in air, her naked form lounging amongst the guts and blood as she desperately tried not to pass out. She felt drowned in his scent, but she was drooling heavily as her mouth could not stop watering, not for the desire to vomit or to breathe, but from the wish she'd had to keep tasting that delicious cock. Ruggan though found her form on the floor useful and gently he knelt down behind her, his cock still hard and swollen and her tiny form looking even smaller compared to the heavy form. Ruggan stretched forward, grasping her by the scruff as she then instinctively lifted her tail for him and then Ruggan gave a curious snort as he held his tip and pressed it gently at her tiny little pin-sized tailhole as her mate growled and Ruggan turned to him.

"If you'd rather I use the other hole and risk your unborn kit, I will... but I thought you'd appreciate the forethought..." Ruggan growled, his voice nonchalant though his tones and words always callous as the females and males watching were grimacing in anxiety. They were afraid that just for the size difference the damage would be done all the same, but the little weasel just turned her head over her shoulder to look towards the fox, her tail lifting and whimpering for him to deal with her. At her seeming acceptance, Ruggan Bor gave a soft snort before gently pushing the tip further into the hole, the thick head making her groan and whimper as he lifted it up and down slightly, forcing the hole to widen, her saliva doing very little to help loosen her and then the fox bent down and spat a heavy glob onto her backside, making her jolt. Then he pushed his cock to the tip again, pushing the tip in and then wiggling until the hole spread enough to get the head in a little further as the weasel gave a sharp sound of pain.

She felt pressure sitting in front of the phallus, the wide head pushing her ring open further than normal and she grimaced and grit her teeth, leaning forward and stretching her paws back. Her chest fell into the gore beneath alongside her cheek and gently she grasped her own backside, spreading herself wide and then thinking of the way she pushed outwards to go to the toilet. When Ruggan felt it widen, he pushed his tip in enough to make her gag and choke for a second, feeling pressure making her hips want to crack and a terrible burning heat as he then pushed himself in further. The weasel Jill was suddenly screaming, howling in agony as Ruggan held her by her thin hips and pushed himself in slowly, her body being stretched wide and even starting to tear to cope with the pressure as only part of his phallus fit in and the chieftain gave a growl of irritation, the weasel's passage too small to fit and unwilling to have his dick coated in blood from splitting her guts with his girth.

As Ruggan's paws then grasped at the hips, he decided it would be easier for him just to move her against him rather than to move himself as he gave a groan. The tightness might have been pleasurable, but there was nothing soft or pleasant to be gained in this, Ruggan was showing off his might, proving his point, making his mark. This was all about domination, it was not about lust and certainly not about sex... he gave a snort and then began to move the weasel. She was soon yelping and squeaking in pain, trying to stretch her cheeks as wide as she could to try and ease the pain as she whimpered on the fox's tip, feeling herself being pushed against it and rocked out. It was a lot of work for Ruggan to do to get anywhere and it would take him some while to cum from the situation, but her mate's tears were stoking his excitement and he began to move the weasel female a little faster.

"Master... master... not so rough... not so rough... please!" The little weasel's paws dropped down, her claws digging into the dirt as she wept, sobbed and yowled in agony as she felt something tearing even more as the fox's cock pushed just a little further into her pulsing, quivering hole as it tried to reject him more. Ruggan moved her fast against him, growling that he was not getting much more of himself within her but she was yowling and shrieked as the fox finally grit his teeth and willed himself to end it. After pushing just a bit further, his glistening tip now being coated in blood from the wounding, he could smell it, taste it in the air and the chieftain gave a snarl of delight, his tongue flicking against his lips as he knew he'd done enough and he would cum. As the weasel female gave one more beg for freedom, Ruggan grasped her hips so tightly his claws dug into her flesh, making her shriek even louder as he thrust just a bit more faster and then finally he gave a growl as his body reacted. There was a sensation of elation within his body, but more for getting the job over than enjoying it as his tip spurted a thick jet of creamy fluid right up into her backside and then down, coating her cheeks and sliding down her legs to mingle with juices that had been slipping from her pussy as well as the blood. Ruggan then gave a soft snort, grasped her short stumpy tail and then spun her around, showing off the tight, messy hole who's ring shape now had a triangle of bloody flesh hanging down, altering the shape and showing where his cock had done its damage. He then dropped the female and pushed his bloody tip to the female's face as she trembled but lapped it clean all the same as Ruggan gave a snort.

"Anyone else not eager to join?" There was a firm shake of heads from all those who still remained ready for battle and their spears and swords were dropped as Ruggan gave a soft snort. He then beckoned with a claw for the upset weasel male to come and collect his mate and the male darted over, quickly swinging his arms about his mate and nuzzling her cheeks. However, she barely seemed to notice him, her eyes locked on the golden fox with his green facial tattoos and his scent still intoxicating her senses. Ruggan gave a soft snort and then, to the surprise of everyone watching and the weasel male, a sudden golden stream of strong-smelling urine was sprayed onto them. The males from the Juskabor were cackling at the sight of it, glad their master was putting them both in their place before Ruggan gave a soft snort of irritation and then pointed a claw to where the old chieftain's tent had once been. "Alright, to prove you're with us now, Weasel... use your strength to help erect my tent and my healers can see to your mate. As for the rest of you... make yourselves at home."

That evening the Juskabor were enjoying themselves in front of a massive fire where the bodies had been thrown to burn and cleanse the past. The old standards of the Juskazann or whatever they had been claiming themselves were being burnt as the new recruits either had their tattoos washed off or their fur clipped in a display of obedience to their new master. From what the converters could see as they watched the great fox lounging on his fur-draped throne and drinking strong ales like water without being affected, it was true that Ruggan Bor was the best of the best. Had they not known from their seer Grissoul that little 'Tagg' had been the destiny Taggerung, they would have assumed that Ruggan was the rightful one and all of the resigned loyalty to the usurping Gruven Zann was lost. Ruggan was a charismatic creature in his silence and in the simple motions of his eyes that held control of everything as his companions revelled and were served at their tables by the captured females of this new camp. They were dressed in tatty revealing clothes, the widows bearing a strange little hanging string about their throats to mark them out as open to any male that was interested. Most of the females wanted Ruggan's attention, but someone was making sure they were not getting close to him.

"There isn't a pretty face amongst them... if it weren't for the fact you needed this for gains as well as the link to the infamous warrior they say was born here... I'd wonder what the point was. They'd be better off as slaves sold to the corsairs or their ships rather than joining our tribe, my Lord." The sleek and gorgeous looking features of the vixen Seer Ermath was generally not on show to the Juskabor, in public she wore her thick fabrics and her earrings and arm bands covered in shamanic items like pieces of skull and the bones used for reading the future, but not on this occasion. With her master enjoying himself and having made the mark he usually did when taking over, Ermath was looking for a little attention from her master and so had stepped out in a sleek blue garment, something rich her master had given her as a gift. Her long legs with their dark stockings were on display, her beautiful frosty tip upon her plush tail visible as it swung about behind her as she sashayed towards her master and lounged comfortably over the back of his throne. Her ears were wearing the silvery chains covered in tiny snake teeth that bent from one edge of the ear to the other, the tips of her ears missing from ritual shamanic scarring and her eyes painted with red clay to stop flies coming near her as she lounged over Ruggan's knee. "My master... haven't I done well to lead you here? Haven't I done well to have told you that Sawney was dead..."

"You're getting hungrier each day, Ermath... are you coming into heat?" Ruggan stated with a low tone, he was barely amused by her actions as he preferred the females in his service to be more covered if they were free to leave the tent. Already within his tent was a hefty harem of females that waited on his beck and call, did everything to ensure his body was fighting fit for whatever the world threw at him... but Seers like Ermath were not to be chained up. When he turned his head about to look at the vixen, her nose was swiftly pushed to the side of his mouth, snuffling and lapping gently in submission to him and this was generally the sign that she was coming into season. Ruggan stretched a paw out to clasp her backside, practically pushing her up onto the arm of his throne to perch there and nuzzle her face to his chest, drinking in his pheromones and moaning softly whilst the tribe revelled in their pleasure. "Lets see how long you have..."

Ruggan almost produced a kind of purr in his growl as Ermath gave a soft little snigger of delight for his attention as she lifted her tail upwards obediently, letting the fabric slip forward to reveal the beautiful curve of her backside to her master as he dropped his paw down to caress the plush fur and sensitive flesh. She moaned softly in pleasure for his touch, shivering and shuddering in delight as just the edge of his digits stroked up and down as if it were as natural as stroking his own plush brush. Ermath was crouching on hands and knees onto the throne, feeling the quaking of the furniture but moaning in pleasure to feel his attention. Ruggan though just stroked the area around her pussy and tailhole, sensing the way the skin shuddered and seemed to pinch, smelling her dampening in the air about him, but staring in boredom amongst the crowd as if even the pleasures of the flesh held no sway over his power or dominance.

Ermath's tail flicked about, wafting her own hormones towards him, urging him to notice that she should be rewarded for guiding him here and that she had no care whether to be mated in front of his soldiers or out of sight, knowing her rapturous voice would make all the other females present long for the same interest of their master. She fed off the jealousy that Ruggan's harem held over her, the fact that she had his ear whenever she needed it and, on more occasions than the rest, his impressive phallus. A paw slipped down to lie over his groin, rubbing softly at the fabric to tease the plush white underfur aside to feel the shape of that bulging sheath. She rolled her tongue against her lips, hungry and eager to just lounge over him, suck him off perhaps... but suddenly Ruggan's thick paw clasped about her wrist and she grimaced slightly as Ruggan then gave a soft sneer.

"You have brought this tribe to me, but Sawney was already dead and they claim a 'Zann' as their previous leader. Go and find out where the usurper is so that I can skin him and add something to my throne." Ruggan swung her arm with his, letting it go as she nearly bowled off the chair arm and swiftly Ermath gathered herself up in a ball with a slight whimper, her ears dropping right down in frustration and embarrassment. With a sigh she hopped off and then stormed back towards her tiny little tent that was attached to Ruggan's main tent, little more than a hovel with a cauldron and herbs and shamanic instruments to do her work. She rubbed at her painful wrist as she stomped off, her tail wagging about furiously... Ruggan owed her for this much already, why was he making her wait more?

Ruggan turned back to the flagon offered to him by a pretty looking white ferret whose body was speckled all along her back in grey and black splotches including a perfect spot on her left cheek. His eyes flicked towards another female ferret serving, practically a duplicate of this female but two spots on her left cheek and Ruggan smiled internally. He recalled that damn old mustelid had always had a thing for ferret girls and well, Ruggan had to admit they were far more flexible than stoats and weasels! He eyed the female's slinky body for a while and she knew to stay still as he eyed her, her heart trembling as his intoxicating, masculine, dominating pheromones rolled over her to make her mouth water and her body quiver. He would only have to point to where he wanted her to lavish him with attention and she would do so, he could smell it leaking off her fur... but his interest was disturbed by a sudden bark from amongst the crowd.

It was not really within the crowd so much as just outside the party where events were happening, someone had grabbed one of the females wearing the string to say they were a widow who'd apparently thought to fled. It was nothing new, many females tried to escape, especially if they were bearing young and often they would get brought back in and learn that Ruggan was very attentive to widows, keen to keep them if they were good producers, reminding them with his body just what they had been missing before letting them choose a warrior to be with. He liked to think it was a fairer deal, but though this was nothing unusual it was the sudden growl from a converted member of the new tribe of 'Gruven's mate' that caused Ruggan's ears to strain forward and his nose to twitch, abandoning the female as his eyes locked onto the rat to have caught the fleeing stoat and the rat knew what was requested of him.

Antigra hissed in fury, slashing out with her claws at the rat but another few rats surrounded her and grabbed her limbs. She writhed and wrestled, hissing and even snatching a dagger to slash the face of one attacker, but ultimately, she was overcome. She still writhed and spat at everyone to look at her as she was carried towards the fox's throne and he remained lounging and staring in fascination at the female stoat being brought to him. He was rather unsure as to the situation; indeed this female looked a little too old to be the mate of the apparently young Taggerung that was yet to be found and yet... she clearly was fierce and unafraid. She was clearly the kind of trouble that would find it easy to turn against him and probably even try to kill him, the sort of female it might be better just to skin... but Ruggan noticed the widow thread about her throat and when she was brought to his feet and forced onto her knees, one of the ferrets from Sawney's tribe introduced her.

"This is Antigra, mate of the dead attempted usurper Gruven and mother to Gruven Zann, the chieftain you are replacing. Its likely he'll come back in search of his mother, so you'll want to keep her alive just to bring him back so you can kill him." The ferret growled in frustration, but Ruggan lifted a paw gently to silence the figure and everyone else so that only the fire roared as he leant forward to look into her face. But Antigra was a feisty female and fearlessly she spat right into the fox's face as the guards snarled and lifted their blades as if to kill her, the ferret keeping her on her knees slapped a paw across her face, but she turned to try and snap her teeth into his paw. Ruggan though just stared into her face, waiting for her to turn and lock eyes with him before his paw stretched out and clasped under her chin, making her freeze.

"So... you are the one to have produced a Taggerung? It says a lot to your abilities and your own fierceness to birth such a beast. It would be a shame to spill your blood for all the wrong reasons. But do you think your son will come for you? Where indeed is your son?" Ruggan questioned, his eyes never leaving hers and Antigra quivered in fear for a moment before suddenly her lips curled and she snarled at him. Ruggan remained staring, fascinated that despite his strong pheromones, Antigra was still showing a surprising resistance to his persuasion and it made his mouth water. She clearly was fierce, clearly a worthy specimen to keep on hand to produce mighty warriors for his tribe if paired with a stoat strong enough to match her tenacity. But when she refused to answer him he just shook his head gently and then removed his paw, standing up slowly before giving a sudden shake of his golden fur, a wag of his tail and then a snort. "You will speak... bring her to my tent..."

Ruggan did not always enjoy having to torture others for information, generally because it could be so unclean and where simple words would work they often just bleated out pleas and begs rather than answer the questions. His method for dealing with males was always ruthless, cutting off ears, tails, toes and whatever else before scarring or branding before it came down to the more unpleasant tasks of spilling guts and slowly unwinding intestines so the figure would die but nearly always spat something useful out at the end. With females though... Ruggan liked torturing females because in truth, it was never really torture to him but the height of pleasure. He loved to watched a resistant female start to turn and then holler out his name was he pleased her, he loved to hear them whimper and whine for him to end the teasing and give them what they so craved. It was rare to find resilient females, or plucky females as most were just too compliant and simple... but those with attitude like his Seer Ermath he would give them more freedom and even position in his company.

Antigra was dragged into the large tent, she noticed the great bed of the chieftain fox that could seat at least four vermin upon it and then the great curtains behind it. Her ears could pick up the soft sound of female whispers, the harem that was not on display to the rest of the tribe and Antigra snarled. She was not going to accept lounging amongst them and Ruggan was pleased that she continued to wrestle with his assistants as they stepped inside. Ruggan when to the jutting frame of the bottom of the bed that almost looked like a throne and yet was bearing several rusty looking chains. It was here that the stoat was kicked onto her knees and suddenly her arms were stretched out across the frame, chained in place and her legs were tied with rope to some great loops that were attached to the walls. Antigra kicked about, trying to get herself up and to lift the ropes so that she could bite through them, but the ferret to have thrown her here suddenly tugged the ropes, forcing Antigra's legs to be spread and kept spread but still upon her knees. Then the ferret left and Ruggan gently lifted his sabre and lay it gently along the centre of her back and Antigra gave a shriek.

"NO! You can't kill me! You wouldn't be here as chief if it weren't for me!" Antigra snarled, fearing this positioning was to ensure she was easier to be cleaved in two and she was petrified. Sweat began to form around her paw pads and she wanted to bleat and shriek for some kind of help, though none would come. She rattled the chains about her arms that kept her almost in a penitent position and tried to kick her legs though they were tied awkwardly and hard to move against. As her black tipped tail flicked about swiftly and she snarled and hollered for him to stop, Ruggan slipped the edge of the blade down to the back of her neck, pressing it against her fur and Antigra gave a wail of despair. "No... you can't... it was my spear that killed Sawney... my son is the Taggerung... he is the true chief... you can't do this to me!"

"I can... it will incense your son to battle with me and if he is, what you say he is, then I will fight him and for killing him, I will prove I am suitable to become the Taggerung. Its quite simple... there's nothing I can't do, stoat." The fox snarled softly in frustration before pressing the blade right against her fur again, making Antigra weep and sob that she would indeed die. Yes, she had been planning an escape or another attempt to overthrow this fox, but not if her son was not back to take over as she had always planned. She could not believe this, how could she be about to die just like this? Then, as she trembled and wailed, the blade was suddenly slashed along her back and she screamed at the sensation, fearing she had indeed been slashed in half! But, as she realised there was no warm dribble of blood, there was no sensation that she could not breathe, there was nothing she could assume to be death coming to her... instead her clothes slipped right from her body and Antigra gulped heavily in horror, remembering what had happened to the weasel earlier. Ruggan's cruel fangs were the pressed to the back of her head and he gave a soft snarl at her. "But for assisting my rise to power here and leading me to a Taggerung... I do have to thank you."

As Antigra continued to tremble in terror, petrified that something terrible was indeed about to happen to her now, Ruggan sat back behind her and then grabbed his belt. He removed it from his body and then lifted her tail right up and back against her body, suddenly wrapping his belt about her and tugging it tight to stop her tail from dropping down. Antigra grimaced in frustration and hoped to be released. Ruggan then gently began turning his sword about, pressing the cold blunt pommel of the hilt up to the gap between her legs and he breathed over it, his warm breath steaming the shining top. He then pushed this gently against her tight and dry looking gash, pressing it right between the lips as Antigra gave a yelp for the cold and tried to buck against the sensation. Ruggan stared in fascination, gently rolling and rubbing the hilt up and down, the rough edge of the grip brushing against her clitoris to make her grimace and clench in pain and confusion for the feel though the clitoris began to swell easily. As he rubbed the pommel between the lips, urging them to swell and encourage her interest, Ruggan could begin to smell the slight arousal within and then he began to rub and twist the pommel more, not penetrating her but urging her body to react to it.

Antigra gave a whimper her tail was wiggling about excitingly and she was trying not to feel pleasure from it, but having not felt any such thing in so very long, focusing on raising her son and putting her frustrations towards annoying that otter and hating Sawney. She hadn't been touched in so long and even when she had her husband she'd needed to teach him what to do and he'd fall asleep before they could really have much time together, or at least to get her off. Antigra had never been just touched and probed in that area and she grit her teeth, trying not to cry out and wishing she had a gag so that she could moan into it without the figure knowing what was going on with her.

"You've been neglected... I can only imagine that you must have been in serious need of some attention. Why no one has given you what you need is startling? Your body's quite eager to swallow this pommel, it shouldn't be, but you're getting so wet its leaking down the hilt..." Ruggan stated in utter fascination as he looked to the sword, pulling it back and looking at her dripping gash and the liquid oozing about his pommel. He gave a soft snort of bemusement as Antigra growled softly for his words, only for him to lap at it gently and give a soft sound of pleasure. It was like a fine vintage, aged and perfect for how long it had been since the juice had been flowing and Ruggan gave a soft snort of fascination and then turned to look at her. There was barely any marks or stretching of her body to say she'd ever even done something as natural as giving birth and that intrigued Ruggan as it meant there was the chance Antigra could fit him rather comfortably. "Tell me... did you want someone to help with what you need?"

"Never!" Antigra snarled, tugging about her restraints and snarling with fury as she tried to whip her black-tip tail about to try and get free. She was furious, she wanted to be let go or at least to be given respect. She had killed Sawney after-all, she would get free and certainly kill this monster! As she hissed and spat insults as he just sat back watching her and musing about the glistening streaks on the top of his sword, Ruggan suddenly gave a soft humorous snort. Then he brought his foot up and gently rubbed his toes against her gash, making her give a sudden gulp of shock as he just pressed one toe to the dripping hole and gently pushed his toe into it, making her back straight and her yelp in shock as Ruggan lapped his lips.

"Are you sure? I won't give you what your body clearly needs unless you request it." Ruggan growled softly, bemused by her resistance if only because it would make her eventual submission all the more enjoyable for him. Ruggan just lounged across the floor behind her, switching from a toe to a hand, lifting a lone digit and gently grazing his fingertip up and down the swollen lips, teasing out a slick line of excitement as the flesh quivered. Antigra gave a shudder of dismay, her whole body starting to twist and burn, remembering how good it had felt to be touched and yet she clenched her teeth down, her tail trying to whip about again in some vain attempt to get him to leave her alone. But Ruggan's finger slid up and down so slowly he could see the lips sliding apart like curtains, the reddened lotus within blossoming in eagerness for his attention and the fox grinned. He stretched his finger down to the little pink pearl of her clitoris and stared at its pulsing form as he then pushed his finger down against it. He pushed it down quite firmly, making Antigra growl for the mix of pain and yet pleasure to feel her body pulsing against his flesh, the swelling of her pleasure point more dominating than the discomfort. Ruggan kept his finger down firmly, then rolled his finger over it, pushing and squishing it about and causing a sharp shuddering gasp of ecstasy from Antigra, the wetness from her form increasing as the fox gave a chuckle. "When you want it... just ask..."

Antigra hissed furiously at his gall, how dare he treat her like this? But her body pinched and clenched in delight, she could feel the oozing of liquid coming into her loins, begging for her to be given sweet release, begging her to give in and beg for it. But she snarled again, she was not giving in, though the smell coming off the fox, coming from his bed in front of her was so intoxicating. Her ears were pinging at the sounds of moans of pleasure coming from beyond the curtains. She could smell the fox's pheromones and they were making her excited but they were not controlling her yet... but beyond the veil of fabric the smell must have enraptured the harem so much that she could hear females licking, kissing, groping and rubbing against each other, desperate to be in her situation. She had heard that the Taggerung was supposed to illicit the same kind of emphatic response from females of all kinds, but she'd never recalled that otter getting this kind of reaction as she tried to swallow the moans in her throat, gulping them back as Ruggan continued.

The fox was sure he might need to do a bit more, which was more to his liking as a female that gave in a little too quickly was not always the most fun. Ruggan grinned in pleasure as he then stretched his finger away from her clit and then slid back down to the precious hole, his long black claw sliding through the slick fluids and down to the hole as her body quivered and rippled in delight. Antigra tried not to give a sound of pleasure from it, though her body was pinching more, her hole seemingly begging to be filled as it oozed with the pleasure, she tried to bite down her desire to moan as Ruggan scooped the fluids onto his finger. Then, gently, he rolled the fingertip and the slick fluids about the beckoning hole, rubbing and watching it glisten and the scent of her arousal waft out like a fine perfume to make him want to drool. Antigra was suddenly gasping, clenching to try and close herself from him but she was too excited and Ruggan chuckled as he pushed his finger into the hole, feeling a sudden tightness snatch about him as Antigra gave a sharp gasp of seeming pain, clenching tightly until releasing and Ruggan pulled the finger back, sniffing it gently.

"Interesting... you certainly seem to be enjoying yourself. Perhaps I should see just how much you'll enjoy this..." With that Antigra clenched in fear of something about to happen to her and then she gave a shudder and a shriek of shock and agony. Ruggan pushed two fingers deep into the squelching hole, pumping his fingers in and out, making her flesh burn as she gave a gasp and a groan, trying to buck against her bindings as Ruggan worked his fingers swiftly into her. He could feel the liquid building up, her crevice practically pouting at his motions to beckon in more, the smell of her sex filling his nostrils and making his jaws clench and drool slid around the back of his throat. He was enjoying himself just as much, glad to know that this stoat could endure far more and was more resistant too. Then he slid his fingers in deep and began to cross and twist and stretch his fingers apart, making the damp passage slicken and burn as Antigra gave a groan of fury and pleasure all at once and Ruggan gave a snort of humour. "What a disgusting and dirty sound... how long can you stand hearing your body scream out that you want to cum so badly?"

"I won't! I won't!" Antigra snarled, feeling disgusted with herself to hear that squelching, squishy sound of her body accepting and letting his digits get in deeper. She hated it, she hated how it was making her feel so damn good, that her body was desperate to feel an orgasm, but not from his hands! Antigra wanted nothing more than to feel a cock inside of her for the first time in years... to feel some decent length fill her body and reach every sensitive part of her. She was desperate to feel it after so long and her ears were pinging with the sounds of the other females reaching orgasms with one another, calling out their master's name in euphoria. Antigra shook her head with fury, she wanted it, she was desperate... but she would not allow herself to be treated so cruelly and made submissive. She'd never submitted to any male before and certainly not to a chieftain ousting her son. "My son will return and he'll slaughter you!"

"And doing this will only increase his wrath and I want him that enraged..." Ruggan stated, she was just such a feisty female and he was enjoying this far more than he would have any other female. As his fingers continued to delve in deep, he felt her quiver and clench about him and he was startled as she began to huff and puff. He thought for a moment she was about to have an orgasm, but somehow Antigra managed to shut it out of her mind and held back, withholding her own orgasm to spite him! Oh, Ruggan was impressed, he'd not met a female this capable of frustrating his own desires and then he brought his fingers out. She might have held her orgasm back, but her body produced a sweeter smelling fluid that clung in delicious gluey droplets upon his fingers and his tongue rolled over them in delight. He was hard now, harder than he'd ever been just from this female's obstinate nature and he drooled once more. "Let's see how much more you can cope with..."

"I will NOT submit!" She snarled in fury, only to suddenly give a howling sound of both shock and pleasure as the fingers were replaced with a long thick tongue. Ruggan's tongue slid in and out with ease, slurping her honey with his tail flicking in pleasure, the tongue pulling in and out with ease and delight as he curled his tongue and rolled it, stretching and widening the passage as Antigra could not stop herself from moaning in joy. She couldn't stop the joy this was causing within her body, the fierce burning and the way the broad tongue just urged her to want it replaced with something more substantial and she growled. She wanted to cry out for his cock, she was desperate but she could not... it was so unfair!

Ruggan continued to delve his tongue deep within her passage, his narrow nose pushing the lips apart, his hot breath steaming over the entrance to keep the juices running and her body quivering for more sensation. He'd not enjoyed himself like this in a while and for not being touched in so long, there was a peculiar extravagance to her flavour, a little more body perhaps to state that she'd been undervalued by the other males in this tribe. Ruggan was pleased to be the first to sample it in so long, but as he lapped more strongly, drinking from her like a goblet of the most precious wine, Antigra began to pant and her body pinch with each flick. Her body was convinced it was in the throws of sex and well, Ruggan was eager to encourage it to keep thinking so as he swung his paws out to grasp her hips and then changed his tactics completely.

Instead of continuing the motions with his tongue, Ruggan pulled his tongue out with a wet smacking sound that made Antigra give a grunt of shock before Ruggan shifted his position. He shifted his paws down to his sheath, noticing his plump form already on display and he began to grasp himself and pump his hand up and down enough to encourage his erection to stand alone before he leant forward. He lifted his hot cock up against her backside, gently stroking his form against her body. She gasped and quivered, the heat so welcome and yet so shocking and Antigra bit down on her lip so hard it began to bleed. Ruggan was grinning as he then stroked the tip of his cock about near the soggy hole that was reddened and beckoning him to put himself into it. He was grinning in amusement at the sight of it and then gently he pressed his tip against her hole, making her shudder and moan in excitement and her juices slide out to greet him and Ruggan grinned. He rubbed himself just a bit more, causing the searing hot droplets of precum to spit against the flesh, making her pinch her lower body. Then, he pushed his tip against the entrance, dripping the narrower point at the end in and making Antigra give a sudden cry of delight before Ruggan pulled back. Antigra was shuddering and gasping, thicker juices slipping out of her passage and Ruggan chuckled... she'd orgasmed just from his tip.

"B... Ba...." Antigra wanted to scream out 'bastard' for what he had caused but she could not do it. Her body was begging for him, begging to be given a proper orgasm and as blood dripped from her bitten lip she gave a soft sob. Tears trickled down her eyes, she could feel that hot tip still teasing her, pressing against her before being pulled away, the taunting horrendous and Antigra wanted to scream. But she sucked in a deep breath and when her body seemed to sag she gave a pitiful whimper. "Please... deal with me properly... if you said you're supposed to be thanking me for what I've done with Sawney... then put your cock in me... Master."

"I see... not the politest or the way I would have preferred you to say it, but I'll do as you ask." Ruggan chuckled softly and Antigra breathed a heavy sigh in relief to know that she was going to have what she wanted although she was still furious with herself. Ruggan then gently teased his tip into her, pushing down against the opening, making it stretch as Antigra gave a growl before slowly Ruggan inserted the thick head of his member. Antigra was soon panting and gasping, desperately trying to cope with the sudden pressure that was pulling her open and she could feel pushing against the base of her spine. She breathed out slowly, trying to ease her body to relax and permit herself time to accept the size, but Ruggan was not having that. If she wanted it so badly, she was going to have it as roughly as he felt she deserved it.

With one paw gripped to her hip, his claws digging in against her fur as she hissed, his other paw snatched out to grab her head, his digits stretching as if he were about to try and crack her skull and then he angled back. With a sudden firm thrust, he slid into her, so fast the brief snagging of her flesh against his was shredded to make her scream out in shock. But then she was unable to do more than gulp and grunt to breathe as Ruggan thrust himself into her as hard and deep as he could. She was drooling and her eyes were rolling into the back of her head, dizziness overcoming her and Antigra thought she could have passed out from joy and the lack of air she could pull into her body. Her body was wet with pleasure and blood, letting Ruggan slip in and out with ease as his breathing remained controlled and calm as he heard her gagging gulps and grinned in delight.

It was always hard for Ruggan to find himself having such pleasure when he did these things; he appreciated the use of sex as a way to torture and control, it was rare to find someone that did not give in so easily. Females giving in so quickly to his techniques had less pleasure to give the sadistic fox than the pleasure of knowing it had taken time to break a tough figure in and that was what was happening here. As he grinned and drooled, thrusting firmly into her body and growling deliciously as he lapped the drool from his jaws, reminding himself of the taste of her oozing form was making him enjoy it all the more. There was nothing more enjoyable than this and it began to get better as his firm motions began to irk words from Antigra... the stoat was begging him to cum already, to fill her up and Ruggan could not help but give out a violent cackle.

He smacked his paw firmly against her head, slamming her face to the ground as she gave a groan of agony as the bulb finally pushed into her form. Ruggan gave a sigh of pleasure, his jaws wide and gaping as he wheezed out his pleasure for being pleased enough to form the object. When he locked in place within her body, Antigra gave a yowling screech, her body quivering and he could feel a fluid loosening his knot slightly but failing to stop him. As Antigra groaned and moaned, her legs twitching against the tethers, her whole form was pinching and wriggling as she not only enjoyed the orgasm he had finally irked from her with his thick form, but that her body was now trying to get comfortable. It was trying to find some way to get the bulb out rather than accept it and as she gave a growl over it, Ruggan just gave a snort.

"You wanted it my dear... but you'll enjoy it, come here..." Ruggan stretched a paw to his sabre, suddenly swinging the blade, even with his massive form swelling and bulging within her, stretching Antigra's passage though she could not seem to get away from him. The golden fox snapped the ropes with his sabre and then stretched himself over the smaller beast, grasping the ties on her wrists and releasing her. She groaned beneath his weight as he bent her down again, not willing to miss the opportunity as her paws dropped down, Ruggan clasped her shoulders and gave a few more firm thrusts to make her gulp and grunt in joy rather than in pain, though the bulb stretched her. Ruggan then swung his paws about her body, sitting back and forcing the smaller stoat to sit into his lap as his digits then began to pinch and tease at her shrunken teats as she gave a groan and whimper of joy for getting such attention as the fox then began to nuzzle his head against her shoulder with a chuckle. "You've amused me... its been a long time since I've had such a worthy female to entertain me... if you could produce a Taggerung to an unworthy male, what would you produce to one worthy enough? When I find the stoat I feel will honour you, I will hand you over... but until then you're mine... who do you belong to?"

"You... you... Master... Chief Ruggan Bor!" Antigra gasped, groaning and moaning against the motions of his paws to her chest and the way he pinched and squeezed her body, the knot flexing and squeezing hot spurts of cum into her. She moaned, drooling from the pleasure of feeling not only the constant sensation within her passage from the pulsing knot but the sweet spray of something she'd missed within her body. As she continued to moan, another orgasm coming quick to make her suddenly huff and squeak in delight, her fresh cream dribbling around the edges of his tie, Antigra turned her head to look at the fox. The scent of him seemed to suddenly overwhelm her and her eyes were locked upon his, feeling him entering her mind and telling her that she was his now. Antigra felt her body sagging, she felt so weak now... but so curiously happy and tears dribbled from her eyes. "Thank you..."

Ruggan just gave a wicked grin, suddenly grabbing her scruff in his jaws, making her yelp and he thrust again, loosening the knot just a little as he growled into her back. Suddenly he came more easily, filling up her passage to the point of overflowing as she gagged and grappled with the air to get free of his jaws. As Ruggan groaned against her reddish fur, sighing as he felt the great wave of release from within his clenching balls and his thickened knot, he felt his knot reduce but he still held her upon him. He continued to spurt out the remainder of his cum, Antigra moaning as the stench of his orgasm filled her nostrils to make her body tremble and her mouth water. It was hypnotic and then, when a few more minutes had passed and Ruggan knew his form was empty, he released her bloody neck, lapping the blood gently as she moaned softly and flopped onto the dirty floor of the tent.

"And with that... you've been ingratiated into the tribe... welcome..." Ruggan stated nonchalantly as he then hooked the flaccid stoat female within his arms and then padded behind the curtain to where his sweating, heaving, writhing females all froze to look at him with joy. Ruggan lay the faint stoat upon the floor of cushions amongst the females, grabbing some of the spare chains attached to the various posts and looping them about her wrists. Antigra gave a soft moan as Ruggan then turned to look at the females, when he stepped away from them. He chuckled as he heard the ones nearest Antigra bend their heads to sniff her and then start to lap his cum out of her body as Antigra then gasped and gulped in shock. Ruggan snorted as he then turned to his bed, slipping onto it and giving a soft snort of delight... the sound of Antigra being cleaned out and his cum being swallowed out of her gash a pleasant lullaby for the new chieftain to sleep to.