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*Part Three: Jealous Seers *

That evening, Ruggan was in an arm-wrestling match when he was beckoned to go to his tent because his Seer was apparently throwing a fit about another Seer that had been brought to his tent. Ruggan had given a grunt in response to the statement of the sea rat, grasping his mug of ale and taking another chug, his lone arm gripped by about four other males desperate to try and push him down. It was a good bit of exercise for his hand that did not often hold the blade and perhaps a childish bit of fun, but then Ruggan yawned and dropped his hand down. The moment he made the winning motion, the four vermin were thrown across the table to the roar of delight of the band before Ruggan thanked them for the challenge and then insisted the guards keep on alert in case of trespassers. Ruggan then padded to his tent, but only after insisting the two tough looking polecats on guard to grab Ermath and drag her back to her tent to do her actual work. She gave a growl as she was pushed out, only to pause in front of her master and bow before him, then suddenly he snatched her paw up in a tight pinch.

"Don't fall asleep... I'll call you in soon enough." That was all Ermath needed to hear for her tail to wag in delight before nodding her head and bowing low. She strolled into her tent with a prouder air and Ruggan watched her go, she was doing her job well enough and with the situation going his way, he was considering impregnating her. The thought of her swollen with his kits amused him greatly, especially because she would no doubt produce some gorgeous looking cubs. With there being other fox chieftains of different gangs in the Mossflower regions that could be rival powers, Ruggan had been thinking of consolidating his power by producing some daughters he could sell off. But he was more than a little surprised when he stepped into his tent to see the worn, skinny, aged looking vixen whose fur was patchy with dark brown where she shed badly with age and her face was bearing grey lines. She looked old, but despite that she had maintained a good figure and Ruggan could see from the scars carved across her muzzle and around her eyes that she was indeed a Seer. "You are Grissoul, the one I was told predicted the Taggerung."

"Indeed, I am, my lord Ruggan Bor... I know you have the stoat Antigra here and she has probably informed you that her son is the Taggerung, but this is not truly the case. He could have and by the signs of the bones he would have been, but for a birthmark. This birthmark was borne by an otter cub that was brought in and referred to constantly as Tagg. He departed, refusing to take his rightful claim before Sawney's death and then Gruven went after him to kill him and prove himself the Tagerung, as was the new destiny clear amongst the bones." Grissoul stated calmly, a soft expression upon her face and her voice curiously beautiful and it teased his ears. She was a vixen he could tell must have been the pride of any dog's harem, the kind of Seer to have danced in front of the flames to gain her visions and steal the hearts of all. She had the voice of an enchantress and Ruggan sat himself down on his throne, looked at her and then gave a soft snort.

"And why should I listen to you?" Ruggan stated firmly, she was a cunning old vixen who'd probably managed a good deal of lies to keep herself alive and clearly Ermath was furious about her being a second Seer. Ruggan had not had two Seers in the tribe before to listen to and he was curious if he could use this to encourage Ermath to do her actual job and find out where the Taggerung even was. He was also curious if they would give the same information or conflicting information and therefore prove that it was all superstitious nonsense, though of course, he never thought to disrespect the advice given to him. But Grissoul was not offering advice, she was giving a firm statement and he just wagged his tail as he adjusted his position within his chair as he gave a soft growl of fury. "Well then?"

"I am experienced and trustworthy, Chieftain Bor... but I also have other uses than just my Seer abilities. Uses, I would like to demonstrate to you now." The seeming hag grinned in delight, her crooked old teeth on display and there was a curious sexual air about her that Ruggan was intrigued by. There was nothing that Ermath would hate more than to know that another Seer had been permitted to do whatever they wished to him where he never gave anyone such free will. As he nodded his head, Grissoul chuckled gently with an almost wicked expression before she strolled to his side and then she requested him to stand and lift his tail for her. Ruggan was curious, curling an eyebrow with a soft snort before doing so, stepping up from his thrown and lifting his tail as the old vixen knelt down and then turned to sit between his legs. She stretched her paws up, clasping his hips as the fox lord gave a growl of fascination.

Suddenly, Ruggan gave a sharp grunt, feeling a warm, wet, slimy sensation roll off his tailhole... something that was not unpleasant but certainly strange. Ruggan had never thought to encourage this kind of intimacy with the females of his harem, usually too concerned that it would put him in a weaker position or make him vulnerable. However, sensing that Grissoul had no fear in this and that she was very keen to do this action, Ruggan stretched his legs apart and gave a soft grunt of amusement, his hands sitting over hers to keep her holding him. Grissoul gave a soft chuckle and a soft moan as she pushed her narrow muzzle between his cheeks, her slippery tongue swiftly licking over and then pushing against the tight ring of the chieftain's tailhole, growling in delight at the heavy, seductive scent of this great lord's smell. Grissoul dropped a paw from his hip as she continued to lap at his hole, feeling it stretch and relax before she stretched her paw up to grasp within his creamy under-fur to find his testicles and she began to massage and tease them as Ruggan gave a soft growl of pleasure.

Grissoul's tongue then pushed into the hole, her ears were back, drool slipping down her jaws as she moaned in pleasure, giving him a long twisting lick within to stretch the soft, smooth insides and make her tremble with delight. As her paw continued to tease him, Ruggan was giving a soft sound of pleasure as he looked towards his shaft, bemused at the sight of it straining out from this sensation. Ruggan's tail lifted more, pleased to feel her tongue stretching him, urging up against a sensitive spot that felt burning hot and pleasurable indeed as the fox growled. Grissoul continued to softly tease and then squeeze at his balls, feeling them heat within her dark paws and she could see the Chieftain's cock probing out in the growing joy. Indeed, Ruggan's tail was straining out, he could feel his body pushing out and allowing Grissoul's tongue to get closer to this sensitive hot point that was making him strain even more. But then Grissoul paused and pulled her muzzle away, her tongue slapping loudly against her jaws as she scuttled out from between his legs and then beckoned him to sit back down.

"That was an interesting technique to get me to reveal myself... certainly more unique than what I've had before." Ruggan growled softly, but it was a pleasant growl to say that she had been pleasing him and the old vixen gave a sudden grin of delight. She bent on her knees again between his legs, gently grasping his form and pressing her paws against the bottom of the sheath, pushing and rolling her thumb against a sensitive point that would urge the fox's knot to show itself. Ruggan watched in fascination, his hips jolting every so often for the desire to just thrust and then he was opening his mouth and letting his tongue loll as Grissoul then slid his length into her whole muzzle. She pushed her head down until her very edge of her lips were pinched around the bottom of his shaft, his cock's tip tickling gently at the back of her throat. Ruggan was feeling drool form in his jaw, he liked the way this old vixen seemed to think she could impress him with such an action and yet, Grissoul's tail waggled in delight. When Grissoul's tongue rolled about his cock, she sucked gently at the length to encourage it to swell more and then, knowing she was ready, the vixen's lips slid up into a grin and suddenly Grissoul's head seemed to go further down and then straight up and then down in a fast pumping motion that made Ruggan's hips clench and push forward.

Ruggan was startled, this vixen was a real asset, not many of his females had the gall or the daring to deep throat his great length and yet he could feel his cock sliding deep into her throat. He could feel his form sliding deep down where any gag reflex should have encouraged her to let him go and yet Grissoul was breathing steadily with each pump and making a gulping, swallowing motion. This motion caused a pinching around his shaft, pulling the tip further in and making his knot swell right up as Ruggan's tongue hung out and he panted softly in joy. He'd not had such a session since his youth, most females just too afraid to give him such satisfaction and yet this old vixen had no care. She pulled her mouth away from him for a moment, a long line of drool sticking between her mouth and his burning hot form before Grissoul's tongue then strolled and stroked about his form and his knot. She then brought her tongue up to flick against the slit of his cock to make him moan with pleasure before Grissoul then dropped her muzzle right down again, her lips hooking around his knot this time as she gagged and choked over him with seeming control, pumping her head up and down his length as Ruggan growled in ecstasy.

Grissoul was trying to be careful, the scent of this male was addictive and the taste of his precum so fulfilling she felt drunk just from letting her tongue touch it. She was intoxicated, so excited by his scent that she could have only needed to put her digits within her already dribbling pussy to reach an orgasm. It had been a very, very long time since she'd found the sight of a male so arousing and she had long ago read the bones to learn what fox in the world would be worth her time. She had read the mention of the golden fur and then when Ruggan had appeared, Grissoul had known this was her destiny being fulfilled and already everything in his taste and scent was awakening parts of her form that had long been forgotten or considered barren. She was utterly infatuated with this Chieftain and she wanted to please him.

As she continued to pull her head up and down his form, her tail wagging and her body pinching with excitement as she only paused to pant slightly but kept his tip in her mouth, Ruggan was trembling. The fox knew he was coming to an end, a very powerful end and he pushed himself back into the chair for a moment before lunging forward. He grasped the back of the vixen's head and Grissoul relaxed and continued to suck as the great shaft was suddenly being thrust into her mouth and throat, Ruggan's body jerking and twitching. His balls were slapping at her chin, his knot swelling even more within her jaw as Ruggan groaned with pleasure and bowed forward. He was grunting and snorting, shocked to feel such pleasure after so long and having a chance to enjoy a good face-fuck as he had not enjoyed in so long. His sounds had alerted the harem to moan and gasp, their curious obsession with his scent and his pleasure setting them off as Ruggan growled in utter joy, but this drew Ermath in.

Ermath had been trying to prepare a spell, trying to do what Ruggan wanted, growling and mumbling to herself at the whole idea of that old hag daring to take up her master's time. She was furious that an ugly old vixen would ever be able to catch her master's eye, but she had assumed that it must be because he was testing her worth. Or perhaps... perhaps Ruggan was ensuring that there was a replacement Seer because he was going to take Ermath as his mate and finally fill her with his cubs. She was trembling at the thought of it, she'd been so distracted at the idea he'd wanted her to go back that she'd lounged upon the floor, teasing her nipples and putting a paw to her crotch, working herself up enough to squirt out some pleasure amongst the runic forms and bones to gain a better prediction. However, before she could even look at them, she'd heard the growling sound from her master and though panting and dripping, she was up onto her feet and galloped across the tent to her master's ignoring the fact she was basically naked as she leapt into the tent and gave a snarl.

But Ermath's heart twisted and knotted in distress and anxiety, there was her master with his paws about the back of the vixen's head pushing her into his thrusting hips. His mouth was open, his head thrown back, a growling moan of utter pleasure leaving him as he lounged back, pumping into the old vixen and Ermath froze. She could smell his pleasure in the air, she could feel her nipples straining out in excitement, her gash starting to water again as she could hear the harem crying out in pleasure, including the newest voice from Antigra. Ermath snarled in fury but she spotted the cum starting to dribble out of the sides of Grissoul's mouth as the older vixen tried her best to swallow back as much as she could. Ermath then suddenly dropped onto her knees beside the old vixen, her tongue quickly rolling over the escaping droplets of cum as Grissoul continued to gulp and swallow before Ruggan grabbed Ermath's head and pushed her straight back and away with a snarl.

Ruggan growled, his ears back as he stared at the quaking younger vixen, but Grissoul continued to suck and gulp lovingly at him and Ruggan turned back to her. He grasped her ears, jerking her head forward, forcing his swollen knot into her mouth. The older vixen gave a soft gag, but wrapped her lips firmly around the form, pinching it tightly as she closed her mouth to hold the cum and start to swallow. The knot was so big as it pushed into her jaw that she could feel it rubbing at the back of her mouth and she was glad her gag response was not so profound. She could feel it lock in place, stuck between top jaw and bottom jaw, pinning her tongue down as it wriggled and writhed. Her eyes rolled back, she had to be careful how she breathed through her nose in case she inhaled the spurting cum. Ruggan held her firmly to him, his tail lifting slightly as he licked his lips and groaned happily in pleasure. Ermath remained staring up at him, almost weeping to know she'd been pushed aside so easily in favour of the actions of this older female.

Ruggan was enjoying the way he could almost feel Grissoul's jaw creaking, the tendons stretching to fit the knot and yet not break her own mouth to hold it. Her determination to swallow each hot squirt and not drown upon his pleasure was making his stomach boil and churn in delight. He was very pleased to have this opportunity with a female whose mouth could not even fit his length. Grissoul had done very well, she'd pleased him greatly and he had no doubt that her abilities as a seer and healer would still provide him with great help in the future. Finally, after a good five minutes of Grissoul's firm gulps then calculated gasps, the knot slackened and slid gently. Grissoul held it more comfortably again and Ruggan gave a few jolts of his hips to finish himself off with a sudden thick spray into Grissoul's mouth. He removed himself, wiping himself upon the thin shawl the old vixen had about her shoulders as he watched her gargle the thick deposit loudly before swallowing and gasping to show off that she'd swallowed it all. Ruggan gave a snort of amusement, turning towards Ermath as Grissoul tried to swallow her remaining drool and choked slightly, turning away from him so as not to insult him with the reflex.

"I did not call for you, Ermath." Ruggan snarled down at her in fury, Grissoul coughing slightly but then lapping at her master's groin to clean him up as he stared across at his usual Seer in irritation. Ermath sat up, looking up at him with wavering eyes, her body filled with upset because he was being unkind to her when all she wanted was to please him. How dare this vixen get in her way! But then Ruggan stroked the back of Grissoul's head tenderly, settling down upon his seat and letting his form slip back into his sheath before he stroked the old vixen's maw. "You've impressed me and I believe your statements on this otter. You may return to your original den and maintain your duties as a Seer. Locate this otter for me... and then you may take your place amongst my harem. Ermath, as you're here... go fetch my scouts..."

"But... but..." Ermath stood up, whimpering in shock as she pointed to her body, expecting him to understand that she was not suitable for this mission. She was stark naked, her nipples exposed, her legs sodden and her gash reddened and on full display, not to mention the scent of her arousal and her coming heat strong in the air. She was at risk if she stepped out to the scouts naked like this, there was no telling what those river rats would do to her! But Ruggan stared at her with an expression as if he could not quite care and was more concerned by her disobedience. Ermath whimpered in frustration, feeling utterly humiliated and stuck... she could not disobey him and swiftly she turned about and padded out of the tent as fast as she could.

Ruggan watched her go with a scoff as Grissoul pulled a cloak about her form and turned to leave, only to pause for a moment and eye the golden fox up. She was feeling very, very pleased with this change of leadership and she was grinning to herself as she left, especially because now it meant that she could definitely get rid of that damn otter and also Antigra's pathetic brat in one blow. Ruggan remained sitting comfortably upon his throne, waiting for the others to arrive and it did not take long before Ermath came galloping back in followed by the cackles of amusement from the tribe outside. She looked very embarrassed and furious as she lunged into the tent and then suddenly Ruggan grasped her by the hip, swinging her up onto his lap and giving a snarl.

"Have you done what I asked or are you disobeying me?" Ruggan growled into her ear, his ears back with a growl of fury as she dropped her own ears and nodded her head in upset. But she made a motion that someone had grasped her bosom and when Ruggan questioned if it was the leader of his scouts, she nodded her head and he gave a grunt. He released his aggressive hold upon her, but then Ermath lounged within her master's lap, her tongue stroking against his fur and nuzzling against him in utter joy to know that he was going to defend her honour. When the rats appeared within his tent, bowing their heads and waiting for his orders, Ruggan gave a soft snort. "We're on the hunt for an otter... he is claimed to have been raised by this tribe and therefore he must be removed. Go out and find the nearest raft... no doubt the youngster will be hoping to learn who his family were."

The rats nodded their heads in acceptance and then thought to turn away and go, but then Ruggan clicked his digits. He beckoned for the leader of the rats to step forward to him, before beckoning for the rat's hand. The rat stared at him in confusion but he knew better than to disobey his master and he stepped to the throne, kneeling down and producing his paw to appease the tyrant. But then he gave a yowl of utter agony as Ruggan bit cleanly through one of his fingers, chopping it straight off and then spitting it across the room. The rat fell back in agony, Ermath lounging joyfully within her master's lap as she nuzzled against him with a coo of delight before Ruggan then stroked at Ermath's belly and then swatted for the rats to leave him. They were shocked, scared, but understood the crime to touch what belonged to their master and they nodded their heads in agreement before stepping out of the tent and then suddenly Ermath grasped her master's jaw and kissed him firmly with a loud moan of utter pleasure.

"Oh Ruggan... oh my master... oh please... please... fill me with your cubs... I want to mother your heir so badly!" Ermath growled lovingly into his ear, desperate for him to agree and yet Ruggan just snarled angrily, irritated by her words. Ruggan snatched her arms and swung her so that she almost fell straight off his lap, snatching her wrists as she gave a yelp of fear that she might fall off and hurt herself. But instead of her receiving his tongue stroking her bared breasts as she moaned up at him lovingly, knowing that he usually loved to suckle about her nipples and insist he would eventually pierce them to bear his favourite ring from amongst his stash of treasure, he did not. But to her great despair, instead he began to rub his sheath against her wet snatch, rubbing at her already swollen clitoris and making her whimper as she realised he was just going to tease her. "No... please... I want to have your baby... don't satisfy me... let my body satisfy you... please Master, fill me with your seed, I beg you."

"You're not generally so insistent or daring, clearly your heat has begun to addle your mind and I cannot be quite sure if your predictions from now on can be trusted. Besides... from the smell of you, Ermath... you've been disobeying my long-term orders of never pleasuring yourself except in my presence. I should bite one of your digits off for touching what's mine..." Ruggan growled in fury, his cock sliding up out of the sheath as it was bathed in her dripping juices as she moaned against the sensations to her clitoris and then she gave a soft whimper of upset. She had not meant to disobey him, she knew he liked to see her pleasure herself, he liked to have her kneel over his chest and rub herself in front of his muzzle so he could see how mad his scent made her. But she could not help it, she was so furious that he had permitted two females now to have his company... one his new toy to torture and the other a replacement Seer! "Well?"

"I'm loyal to you... I've always been loyal to you... Ruggan you were my first and claimed my virgin blood, I've never permitted another to tie with me or touch what you marked as yours from the first. I'm loyal my master... please don't punish me when I've done nothing wrong!" Ermath whined pitifully, remembering the day she'd danced in front of the fires like the other young Seers when Ruggan had been younger and preparing to kill his father and take control. She remembered how fearlessly he'd stepped out of the watchers and grabbed her by her skirt, throwing her over his shoulder and taking her to his tent, making her scream and holler in pleasure for all the tribe to hear and know that he'd defied his father and chosen a Seer... the ultimate challenge to authority. She was of value to him, at least... she'd always assumed she was of value to him and softly Ermath sobbed as he continued to rub himself against her. "Oh Master... please... I'm your devoted servant!"

Ruggan gave a snort, he was never going to be so submissive to anyone and swiftly he pushed Ermath straight off his lap. She landed with a grunt upon the floor of the tent, grimacing in agony and gasping, winded from the hard ground. She shifted up onto her elbows, tears in her eyes and she whimpered before suddenly giving another gasp of shock. Ruggan's paw sat on her back as he bent down and growled above her, Ermath trembled, suddenly feeling something warm and wet sliding up and down her spine. The strong scent filled her nostrils and she moaned, shuddering in pleasure at the feel of her master marking her as his, she turned her head to face him, lifting her tail and to her joy, he urinated over her dribbling cunt before he then knelt behind her. He yanked her up onto her hindlegs by her tail, pushing her face down into the dirt.

Then, the great fat head of his cock teased gently at her crevice, making it sputter with a sudden orgasm as she gave a cry of joy. She pushed out, her beckoning pussy desperate for him to insert himself further, but still he teased and probed at her, making her groan for him to penetrate already. Ruggan remained glowering down at her, furious that she was daring to tell him what to do, asking for things she had no right to ask for. But he knew it was jealousy and he liked her jealousy but he was furious too that she would dare to think it meant she had any right to do as she pleased or try and insist upon his attention. It was unbearable and as she sobbed for him to give her what she wanted, Ruggan gave a snort of irritation and then thrust himself straight into her body, making her give out a sudden sharp shriek of agony.

"You wanted it... so take it." Ruggan snarled furiously into her ears, his voice low and she moaned in frustration and anxiety. But then she was howling, really braying like a wounded animal as he thrust deep, hard and pulled out slow, making sure to hit her deep every time she dared to breathe so she could only gasp. He gripped her hips, digging his claws in so she shrieked as he continued slow, heavy thrusts into her wet form, feeling it stretch then strain, almost as if it could not quite cope with his girth at all. He pushed himself in as deeply as he could, making her gag and then when she stopped making any noise but just gulped and coughed with his aggressive rhythm, Ruggan gave a snort of relief and then bent forward.

He grasped her wrists, yanking her up so she was leaning back and then suddenly Ruggan was thrusting quickly and firmly into her, never fully withdrawing and pumping into her so hard his thighs were slapping hard against her backside. He grit his teeth, air slipping in and out of his nostrils, not exhausted, not strained, and in total control of his breathing as he yanked her body into himself time and time again. Ermath though was gasping, choking and practically hiccupping with breath, her mouth wide and drooling, choking as she fought to breathe and not swallow or drown on her own spit. Her eyes were wide, straining forward as she could only feel his warmth, his heavy hammering into her being and the explosions within that poured her happiness down his shaft. She could not stop her body quaking and shivering around his length, she was so happy... so very happy she could die right now and be nothing but happy.

"Your gift is coming... keep it well." Ruggan stated firmly, an expression of irritation within his eyes as he then dropped one of her hands and brought it down to himself. He grasped hold of his knot, holding it back so that it did not enter Ermath, squeezing it himself and then growling with pleasure as he practically squeezed his cum out and into her body. He groaned with a low orgasm... the slow splashing of hot fluid into her passage happening with more speed than usual before he froze and pulled out. Ermath gave a bleat, begging him not to do so as he pulled his sodden shaft out of her body and just stroked it gently to ensure he was still spitting seed from his head and into her passage. When he stopped, he then turned and grabbed some fabric from his bed, shredding a piece, wrapping it into a wad and then he pushed it into her passage, making her screech in agony before he dropped her onto the floor and she looked up at him lovingly as he gave a soft snort of irritation. "You wanted it, keep it well."