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Part Five: The False Taggerung

Gruven Zann was hungry and thirsty, tired and irritable because he wanted to be back home with his mother dealing with everything rather than having to think on his feet. His band had abandoned him when he'd tried to face Tagg and the otter had given him a firm beating before stating he did not want to be the Taggerung anymore and running off to Redwall. Zann had been lucky to avoid a true fight with the otter and then he'd had a curious idea, if Tagg was staying in Redwall and was not going to be the Taggerung anymore, then no vermin would ever know the truth of what happened to him. Zann could just say that he'd killed the Taggerung himself and dumped him in a ditch! It was the best idea Zann had ever come up with, something no one would question and so he'd made his way back to the Juska Clan that evening, spotting the big fire and the party caused by giving the otter clan a real fright when Zann realised something was wrong.

When the young stoat stepped within the light of the fire ring, he could not help but stare at the other animals in the group in confusion. There were animals he'd never met before, smells that were not supposed to be here and then his eyes caught the throne where the golden-furred fox was sitting. Zann's eyes swelled in horror, he could see the big fox was tattooed with the wrong kind of markings for anyone in Sawney's gang and with those stern eyes staring out into the fire, there was no doubt who he was. Zann was trembling in terror, just what was Ruggan Bor doing here? But just as Zann was about to try and back away and sneak about in search of his mother, the crowd spotted him and there was a bark from a polecat.

"It's the Gruven brat! Catch him!" The beast snarled, swinging his pole out to try and catch Zann off guard. But the stoat was swift to lunge out of the way and pivoted on his neat legs as another spear was flung at him. Zann was petrified, he did not want to get slaughtered and he would have given a holler for some kind of help, until Ruggan stood up and stomped his foot into the ground, eyes pinned upon the clan members. Suddenly, they all froze, their ears lowered, their bodies crouched in submission as Ruggan's eyes locked upon Zann. The stoat trembled but knew he was being beckoned to come and greet the fox that was now the leader of Zann's former family.

"Are you Gruven Zann?" Ruggan stated, his voice deep and gravelly, his teeth practically clenched tight as he stated the name and the stoat almost thought to nod sheepishly. But if Zann wanted anyone to believe his story, he had to swallow his fear and keep the lie going as best as he could. When he straightened up and gave a soft smirking grunt over if he was or not, Ruggan just curled his lip and stood up from his throne. His nose twitched, he recognised some scent of Antigra about the male but it was sadly evident that the youngster was not as cautious in his cunning as his mother and perhaps a little too boastful, like his dead father. "You sought the otter Taggerung, did you not? Where is he now?"

"Not that its any of your business, fox, but the otter lies dead and buried in the same ditch he was found as a babe. That weakling didn't have the stomach to skin an enemy alive and so I ensured he learnt what a real Taggerung would do." Zann growled firmly, his sharp teeth shown off in a tight grin as Ruggan eyed him up cautiously. Something about this story made no sense to him, the stoat certainly was a bit beaten up, but he did not really look or sound the sort strong enough to achieve such a goal. The tribe though were whispering quickly, insisting that the legends meant that the Taggerung's power had transferred onto Gruven Zann and that it meant he should be a chieftain. Ruggan's ears twitched as he heard the words, hardly able to believe that this young male would dare to perhaps assume he had such a right. But Zann was cautious as he spoke again and Ruggan could see his mother's cunning stepping through. "I may be Taggerung, but I did not slay Sawney, that honour I assume was yours, Ruggan Bor. I will pledge my strength and abilities to your service."

Zann put his paw to his heart and bowed forward, hiding his wicked grin as he did so. He knew that Ruggan would think twice before trying to kill him and if Zann could get all the tribe back on his side and arrange a swift and 'accidental' end to this fox, he might be able to take over properly without anyone questioning his abilities. Ruggan nodded his head in understanding and then flicked his fingers, the two nearly all white ferret twins stepped out from behind his chair, barely clad and looking so beautiful and alluring that Zann had to gulp heavily. Though the other tribe males had earnt their 'adult' nicknames and what have you through losing their virginity in a full display, Zann had never been permitted such a thing. His mother had always insisted he keep his mind on the goal and well, this was tempting.

"I heard, from your mother, that you never entered into the right of male-hood... how about we solve that matter now so that we can speak to each other as adults." Ruggan stated firmly and yet there was the hint that he would not even bother with Zann when he saw him as little more than a child that had gone on a walkabout. The stoat looked concerned, he was worried at the mention of his mother and his eyes were darting about in search of his mother's face amongst the gathered beings. He saw only the cruel shining eyes of the other members of the tribe and he knew he would have no choice, but he questioned Ruggan about the whereabouts of his mother and Ruggan gave a snort. "Do you need her permission to mature?"

There was a sudden roar of laughter from the other animals and Zann suddenly dropped his head, grinding his sharp teeth, narrowing his eyes and glaring towards the feet of the fox rather than daring to look up into those penetrating eyes. He did not need his mother, of course he did not, yet somehow Zann did not feel safe or confident in himself unless he knew of the fate of his mother and his ears widened at the whisper of one rat that Antigra was enjoying the fox's company. Zann turned his head to the side, curling his lip and showing off his fangs before he stomped firmly towards Ruggan's side, splaying out his arms and widening his stride, hunching his shoulders slightly to look tough and strong as he marched towards the lounging figure as Ruggan beckoned the two ferret girls towards him and Zann froze with a firm gulp. The girls stood protectively in front of the fox, they looked like they would rip him to pieces for the fox if he so wished it, but Ruggan then gently stroked one of the female's hips and gave Zann a sharp expression.

"Well then, Gruven Zann, choose which of these two you wish to bring you into your maturity and we shall see between us, who is the more powerful..." Ruggan stated, a slight flicker of humour in his words to make the soldiers, male and female, cackle in delight. Zann could not understand what the laughter was about nor indeed the challenge, if only because he was too naïve compared to the older members of the tribe. It made Ruggan very unsure of any claim that this creature might make, he was clearly nothing like his mother and not at all what he expected of a Taggerung. But then again, Zann was still so young, perhaps true maturity would reveal the powers of this being and when Zann grasped one of the ferrets, she gave Ruggan a look of frustration before he nodded his head steadily in acceptance. "Please, enjoy yourself..."

With that, the other ferret took her cue and abandoned her sister to lounge within the great lap of her master. She swiftly shifted Ruggan's clothes, letting herself do all the work as the fox just relaxed and let her rub his form to a point of arousal. She was grinning wickedly at him, nuzzling her face to his neck, moaning and sighing at the intensity of his musk as her paws slid his swelling length against her form, teasing herself with his growing mass and coating her thighs in his scent. Ruggan did not look at her though, his body would react and he would be satisfied of course, but his eyes were locked upon the weak looking expression of the stoat as he tried to push the larger ferret girl onto the floor. She was glaring at him, clearly not keen on his pathetic approach but she lay herself down and with a grunt she opened her legs for him and Zann knelt down, only to grimace.

He did not know what to do at all, Ruggan seemed to have no such issue and now he was big enough the ferret female was adjusting herself, lowering herself onto him with a moan of delight as her body was stretched. This female hung her arms about Ruggan's shoulders and he widened his legs for her and then she was gasping and moaning loudly as she dipped up and down, riding the massive phallus with her tongue probing the air and her eyes watering with joy. The sound of her delight made Zann feel a little more excited, but he could see the sister staring to her twin with dismay, furious that she alone was being left to handle this pathetic young stoat as Zann pushed her firmly back down and tried to position himself upon her. His long narrow form was visible to all the grinning faces, but as Zann tried to focus on inserting himself, he had no idea as he held her hips and then pushed out with his own. Messily his form just slid against her leg, then he seemed to be aiming for her belly button as he grimaced and the ferret female growled.

She adjusted her hips, pushing up so he could see the little pink puckering lips near her tail waiting for his attention. Zann grit his teeth, he was very excited but also terrified and it was causing a real storm of sensations within himself as he grasped his form and guided it to the burning hot place. The sudden heat made him whimper, was he going to get hurt doing this? But then as he entered the larger, warmer, moist cavern as it pinched about him and he shuddered in pleasure to feel it. He then held her hips, pushing himself to the sheath and giving a sigh of delight until he looked at the face for the ferret. She was grimacing but it was clear there was something in her face that screamed of disappointment and Zann could feel himself shrinking back at her looks. But then he pushed his paw forward with a snarl, pushing her chest down to growl and ensure that he was the one in control as she snarled back. Her eyes flicked towards Ruggan as she just lay back and waited for this pathetic virgin to get on with it.

Zann was enjoying her warmth now her face was not upon him, the soft melting pot of her body pinching and shifting pleasantly upon his form as he realised she was getting her ecstasy out of watching her sister being pumped into by Ruggan. The fox was shifting his hips back and forth into the ferret as she gripped at his shoulders, leaning back and panting in joy though Ruggan's eyes remained upon Zann. It made Zann quiver, the shudder in his body getting a sudden moan of interest from the female beneath him, but Zann felt inadequate. How could he get this ferret to be moaning as loudly as her sister? Zann shifted his hips back and forth to try and do something similar to the fox, but his female only gave a soft grunt as Zann found he could not get the same response.

The feel of this warmth was better than the feel of his own hand upon himself, but that tingling pleasure he felt was starting to tickle into his mind. Zann couldn't help it, he needed to keep this good feeling going but he knew it never lasted if he dared to move slowly. Just as Zann was trying to think of what to do next, a sudden pinching motion from the ferret's body made him give a sudden grunt as he fell forward onto her. Zann gave a high-pitched wheeze of shock as the ferret female suddenly sat up, pushing him clean off of her. As the dust clung to his wet thighs and dripping cock, Zann almost curled up like a pathetic child as the other males cackled and the female stood up and drew a dagger from her belt with a sneer. She was clearly insulted by his premature expulsion and Zann was scared until her sister gave out a sharp moan of orgasm and then Ruggan pulled her off.

"Come here... I'll solve this matter..." Ruggan grunted, almost in boredom and the ferret female darted to him, quickly sitting on his lap, letting his thick form slip into her thanks to her sister's earlier help. She moaned, feeling her sister's orgasm still coating his cock, ignoring the thin spray of Zann's ejaculate within her as she grasped Ruggan's knees. With loud moans just to prove how pathetic Gruven Zann's attempt had been, she hoisted herself up and down the length, rolling her belly in a fluid gyration and she ground herself against the hefty fox cock. The fox chieftain still seemed to show a bored expression upon his face, but she moved up and down upon him with louder moans and shudders, the smell of her excitement sliding about the air, tickling Zann's nose and making him harden despite his desire to cover himself. As the boredom continued for Ruggan and the ferret was reaching her end, the great fox gave a soft groan and then grasped her hips, pumping into her suddenly as she began to holler out in pleasure and Ruggan turned towards the stoat. "It can be overwhelming for some, but I'll accept your allegiance... go to my tent and await me."

He continued to pump firmly into the ferret as she moaned loudly, barking and yelping that Ruggan was the best, just drilling the point into the stoat's embarrassed mind as he stood up. As Ruggan hammered in as fast as he could into the ferret, making her cry out as if in pain but instead in rapture as she came to an ecstatic orgasm, Ruggan gave a smirk. His ear flicked back, he was curious to know what Zann would think inside the tent and as he continued to pump into the half-fainted, moaning ferret within his lap, he turned his head towards Ermath. The vixen had been fuming that her mention of Zann had come forward before the older vixen's and yet Ruggan was clearly not even interested in it at all. But then she gave a scoff as he beckoned her over to him and she was forced to stand there and watch the fat knot push into the ferret female, who pulled her hindfeet up to push against Ruggan's stomach as she moaned in pain and began to sob for the stretching, yet still moaned for the pleasure it caused.

"Ermath... have Antigra out ready to clean me from this... but give her son the chance to rescue her... let the female chose if she wants to be saved by that runt." Ruggan growled in frustration, giving a snarl of frustration because he knew very well what that brat might think as soon as he saw his mother chained. He also knew that it would be a way to soothe Ermath's own jealously, if she thought that there was a chance to get rid of the stoat, then she would stop being so frustrating when she had been mated during her season. "You can go now, Ermath."

"Yes, my lord..." Ermath growled softly, staring jealously at the cringing and moaning ferret whose form was being squeezed and stretched, already dribbling a little blood as well as the master's cum. The vixen then turned and padded firmly towards the tent with a snarl of fury as she reached the tent ahead of the young stoat that was trying to look tough and hard. She could no care on the matter of whether the stoat rescued his mother or not, she hoped Antigra would run off as she certainly did not need her taking up so much of her master's attention when it should be her time! Worse still, she could tell from the scent of things that Grissoul was coming into season, how was that old bitch able to come into season when she was so old? Or was it just more proof of her master's greatness? With a sigh, Ermath stepped in the tent and pushed her way into the harem, who all lifted their heads to smirk at her as Ermath gave a snort. "Get up Antigra... your master's going to need your tongue..."

"Make me..." The stoat curled her lips at the vixen, more than willing to give her a vicious bite if she needed to. Ermath snarled in fury at the gall of this stoat, but she untied her chains from the long post, dragging it all in and jerking Antigra up onto her paws. Antigra pulled back just as much, the two females suddenly having a tug of war against each other until Antigra heard a sound from the tent flaps. Antigra stepped out proudly beside Ermath, knowing that she had no issue with pleasuring her master, especially when it irritated the vixen so much. But when she stepped out, Ermath tied her chains to the bed and then stomped out as Antigra was stuck staring with a sneer of irritation at her son. "Zann? What are you doing here? What happened to Tagg?"

"Aren't you happy to see me mother?" Gruven Zann questioned anxiously, but he found himself looking to the fact his mother was barely clothed and well, she was chained to a bed. Panic gripped the young stoat, he grasped a cloak from nearby, throwing it over her body before untying her chains. For Zann, suddenly the situation was no longer anything to do with that damned otter but he needed to get his mother out of here before something untoward happened. He grasped his mother's paws sharply, jerking her up and giving a whimper. "It's alright mother... I'll get you out, just find a tent near the fringe to hide within and then I'll come find..."

There was a loud clapping sound and Gruven let go of his mother before dropping on the ground as if petrified. Antigra had slapped him, she was glowering down at him in fury, her domineering manner making her seem taller and larger than her more muscular looking son. She was furious about his attitude and more than anything else, she was annoyed he thought she needed some kind of help. Once again she repeated her question about the otter and what had happened to him and Zann gave a grimace. He knew that he could lie to others but there was no way he could lie to his mother, she saw through any of his deceptions in a flash and she could be so damn ruthless with him! He wrung his paws together, not able to look her in the eye and opened his mouth to speak before the tent flapped open and Ruggan strolled in.

The great fox did not seem to notice them, settling down upon his bed and then informing Gruven he could unroll a bed and stay in the warm in the tent. Gruven was trembling in terror, the fox's swollen red member was still on display and still hard though his knot was gone. As Ruggan settled upon his bed with a soft grunt, Zann turned to look to his mother apologetically, trying to think of some way to make this situation less embarrassing before suddenly Antigra threw the cape from her body. The stoat's nose was twitching, she could smell her master's pleasure and she was grinning softly as she lounged onto the bed beside Ruggan. She then stroked at the fox's thighs, watching him relax his hips and welcome her to lie within his legs and then start to lap lovingly at the form. Gruven Zann's jaw dropped, what was his mother doing? Then he watched Ruggan lean forward, the fox's big dark paw gently stroking the back of the female's head as she looked up at him with shining eyes as Gruven then gave a violent snarl.

"You bastard... release my mother this instance!" Gruven Zann barked suddenly, leaping over to the bed and about to grab his mother and drag her away when Antigra sat up and turned about to hiss at her son. There was such a violent look in her eyes for him daring to interrupt her and Zann gave a sound of confusion. Didn't his mother want him to save her? Antigra then just knelt up, lounging over Ruggan's body and then bringing her lips to his. The fox kissed her, his tongue stretching out to lick under her chin to make her shudder in pleasure before he lounged back and then Antigra slid back down to start suckling at Ruggan again, Zann was just staring in total shock and disbelief... maybe his mother was doing this to help him or something?

"Your mother asked you a question, what has happened with the Taggerung Otter... be honest now, you wouldn't lie to your mother, would you?" Ruggan would have grinned or smirked, but he had to keep his composure as he stroked the fur on Antigra's head. Her mouth was about his form, suckling and slipping her tongue over it, rolling around and just moaning loudly. She did not care that there was the faintest possibility that her own son's leftovers might have stained his form, all the stoat female cared about was pleasing her master. Ruggan opened his mouth, lapping his teeth in a threat to get Zann to speak as Antigra moaned suddenly very loudly as she lay over his form and began rubbing her whole chest against Ruggan's balls and the bottom of his shaft. She was still sucking away lovingly and Ruggan was very pleased, especially as Zann was getting more and more concerned. "You know, Zann... if I thought you were the type to lie, I'd set you a test of faith... a test to make sure you were on my side... in that, I would have made you lie here and accept your mother's grooming... expected you to take control because I told you to and I might have said she was a traitor to me...."

"That's hideous... I would never!" Gruven scoffed in utter discuss of the words, terror gripping him and his stomach churning as he turned his head aside. He could hear his mother moaning, hear the sounds of her tongue and her mouth, the slurping, sucking... that horrid wet noise mixed with a moan as if she were eating something and yet wholly more erotic. He felt like vomiting, acid was rising within his stomach as his mother continued and he gave a sudden jolting motion as he almost did spew his guts onto the floor. At seeing his obvious humiliation, Ruggan lapped his teeth and then grabbed the back of Antigra's head, pushing her up and down over his phallus as she gave gasps and moans, desperate to breathe and yet just as desperate to enjoy herself. Zann clasped his ears, he didn't want to hear it, he didn't want to see it either; he wanted to leave and yet he feared if he stepped past the tent opening, a great axe would claim his head. "Please... do you have to torture her so?"

"Torture? You loosened her chains and she has proven her loyalty enough that she is free to depart if she so desires. I'm not keeping her here, though her company would be missed. She's doing what she wishes to be doing... turn around and she'll show you..." Ruggan stated, his tone slightly raspy as he felt his knot forming, amused that Antigra was working him up so well and eager to put this kit in his rightful place. If this was a Taggerung than the legends were completely false indeed! Anxiously, Zann turned about, part of him intrigued but another part of him just too afraid to disobey, but this time he ran out of the tent. When his eyes had turned to them, Ruggan had stroked up Antigra's tail and she'd suddenly splayed her lips, showing off the juices coating her body and her own arousal created by the fox. It was vile, it was disgusting and Zann bolted straight out to find somewhere to be sick. Ruggan just gave a snort as he urged Antigra to shift positions, bringing her thighs up to his chin as he gave a smug sound of amusement. "If you come into heat again, Antigra, pair with a good male then come straight back to me... I know you'll produce a better quality of warrior..."

Antigra didn't care to comment, she shifted her body around as had been requested and then was too busy trying to keep sucking as the bulb swelled in preparation for him to reach his end. But she was soon fighting against her own moans of pleasure as the golden fox pulled her legs apart and dove his tongue deeply into her moistened crevice. She tried not to cry out too loudly, just accepting his strong motions as she held her mouth open, holding the head of his shaft as it began to spurt his thick cream onto her. Some landed in her mouth, some splashed her cheeks, some her chest but she held her mouth open to the spurting tip as she moaned and panted from his attentions. Ruggan was amused, rewarding her for showing her son his weaknesses and pathetic nature, then he was forcing his tongue deep into her as she yowled before he wriggled it about frantically. Antigra was suddenly snatching breath, feeling the vibration within her body forcing up a large, wet orgasm as Ruggan continued to tickle the pleasure points within and then finally she gave a loud cough of pleasure and Ruggan tasted her juices sliding down his tongue.

"You certainly are a treat... finish up and then you can share the bed with me again tonight." The fox muttered, hearing Antigra just moan drunkenly before she continued to lap the cum still spewing from his tip. Ruggan just lounged back, tomorrow he would deal with his Seers and see exactly what they thought of Gruven Zann's story. Either way, Ruggan was contemplating the easiest way to murder that kit....

"My master... dear master... I've had a vision of a building of red brick, tolling bells and mice... what is she doing here? What... what is that smell!" Ermath had been up most of the night trying to get a vision when she'd spotted that damn stoat male pacing near the tent quite early in the morning. She'd stuck her head out and listened in very carefully to him hoping to not only rescue his mother but he had been muttering about the otter. She'd listened in, hearing that Zann had not killed the Taggerung at all and that he might be at a place called 'Redwall' not too far from their lands. She had then found a magpie that was willing to talk for a bit of meat and learnt not only about the building but about the few otters living there, including one that had lost her mate and baby. This had been all she'd needed and when Ermath had marched into the tent she'd thought to regain favour before she'd found Grissoul lounging within her master's arms. Ruggan had been lapping at one of her slightly swollen looking breasts whilst his fingers had been teasing around a dripping, swollen pussy as the old vixen had moaned. "But she's... she's too old..."

"She's come into heat just as any other female and she has given me a curious vision to aid me in learning the truth of the Taggerung's fate. Curiously, a similar description to yours... Redwall Abbey they call it." Ruggan growled softly, his dark digits delving straight into the soggy crevice with a squelching noise as it soaked the fur again and he gently pinched his jaw about Grissoul's teat to make her give a sharp sound of joy. Ermath was sneering towards the old bitch, gritting her teeth tightly and feeling an uncontrollable urge to choke the life out of the old vixen. But there were rules, a female in heat submitting to her chosen male could not be interrupted or stopped if their choice was the chief. Perhaps it was even proof of her master's prowess to know that he had caused this old hag to come into season and Ermath gave a soft groan as Ruggan gave a snort. "Grissoul has said that the truth lies within those walls... the family the otter was taken from... anything to add?"

"It was very much the same... the answer lies within the walls, whether it is to confirm the statements of that brat or not... for going to the red house, you will take hold of your full potential and you will be the true Taggerung, unquestioned and lead the Juskabor to great victories and rule all the Juska tribes." Ermath stated, lying through her teeth but in a way her master could not quite guess. She knew to appease his pride, to soothe his great ego, even if Ruggan had no such concerns. Ermath though found herself unsure of what to do next, but she thought that perhaps she could at least prove herself more useful. "Shall I bring the stoat to you again; inform him he is to lead you to Redwall?"

"No." The statement was firm as Ruggan's digits teased into the sodden crevice of the older vixen and she whimpered for him to take her already, desperate to feel his length inside her again but desperate for something else. For Grissoul, to come into season for the first time in years and to have a good, strong male interested in her... she was as desperate as Ermath to be impregnated by such an astounding beast. She stroked at Ruggan's arms, whimpering and lapping at his jaw like a pitiful pup, desperate for him to give her what she wanted as he kissed her roughly and then straddled her. He looked up to Ermath with a soft snort, he had a more interesting job for her to do for him this time. "You can sit here and wait... I will call up my soldiers when I am content."

"But... but..." Ermath did not want to remain, she did not want to watch another female getting the pleasure she so craved, but if she disobeyed again then Ruggan might cast her aside. She lowered her head and nodded it, standing up and instead gathering his battle garments and lying them perfectly upon his bed as the big golden fox penetrated the greying vixen beneath him. Grissoul gave a sharp bark of utter delight, her thickened, excited lips causing a tighter entry and a greater sensation of pleasure as the large shaft slipped into her pleasantly, forcing the passage to stretch and accept him. She moaned loudly, feeling the pressure pushing up to the lip of her womb, feeling his form coming that close to her and a brilliant smile was written upon her face. Ruggan ensured he was penetrating as deeply as possible to gauge how firm and deep his thrusts would need to be. Ermath's ears dropped down, her lips curling and she tried to ignore it all... she patted her own belly... there was no way that Grissoul would get pregnant!

"You feel as pleasurable as before... Grissoul..." Ruggan growled in delight as he nuzzled his sleek muzzle into her chest to make her gasp as he gently drew himself back. As he did so, her breath suddenly came in a sharp gasp, a sudden build of excitement following before Ruggan pumped inward again and she gave a gulp of shock. She moaned as he let the feel of his pressure and motion settle, before he did the same and their mating remained a slow, heavy but pleasurable series of pumping motions to encourage Grissoul's body to fill with pleasurable fluids and to ignite her womb with the possibility of kits. Ruggan would be pleased to give Grissoul cubs, he would be pleased to sire them with Ermath at last too, especially if he were about to become the Taggerung! "How do you feel, dear Seer?"

"Joy... utter joy... there is nothing more wonderful my master..." She moaned, but her words faltered as he pulled back and pushed forward with another firm thrust. As he began to speed up, his motions still firm and hammering into her, Grissoul gasped and whimpered in pleasure, her legs spreading as far apart as possible as she whimpered in her joy. Ruggan's arms wrapped around her chest, squeezing her tightly so that she almost had to hiccup to breathe as he pushed himself seemingly deeper and deeper, carving his mark within her passage as his form began to spit precum and his knot slid in, swelling firmly. He gave a soft growl as he lowered his head, lying his chin to her shoulder as he opened his mouth, growling again as if to prepare to bite and snap. Grissoul whined, her legs wrapping around his waist as she whimpered loudly and then gave a sharp almost strangled yelp as Ruggan's knot swelled to a point it snagged hard into her passage and was stuck.

"Hush now... it's what you want..." Ruggan growled softly, lapping at her shoulder tenderly as she gave a whimper of pain but also delight. Her eyes were dribbling with tears, knowing how deep he was, feeling the hot sputtering of his cum beginning to pulse into her passage as his body came to its rapture. As he groaned softly in pleasure for his orgasm, suddenly his phallus began to pump in great burning hot spasms, belching his seed into the neck of Grissoul's womb. The old vixen's body suddenly bucked and vibrated, she gave a strangled sound as if in panic but instead it was her rapture as her passage suddenly seemed to flood with her ecstatic juices, basting her master's form and slipping past alongside his seed to sodden their fur. As she gurgled and sighed, choking on this happiness as she sobbed softly, he lapped under her chin with soft grunts to make her sob louder. "Why do you weep?"

"Because my master is filling me with the chance to bear his cubs... to produce a cub of my own as I have never had before... because my master is rewarding me so kindly!" Grissoul whimpered in utter joy as he remained wrapped about her body, stroking her shoulders and every so often pushing with his hips to increase the pumping of his cum into her body. She was sobbing still, her face written into a massive grin and Ruggan gave a groan of delight to know that he had definitely succeeded in pleasing this female and well, if cubs was the price it was a simple enough one. As he lapped her shoulder, giving a soft groan of his own pleasure as his body continued to pour life into her womb, his eyes caught the jealous way Ermath was sitting on the edge of the bed. She was trying not to watch, but definitely watching and Ruggan gave a sneer as he continued to lap Grissoul's fur. "It is my desire to please you and there is no greater joy than to share such pleasures with you, sire..."

"You are a wise vixen... your words are always far more carefully measured than others..." Ruggan growled softly to her, a seeming flick of humour within the flash of his eyes as he looked towards Ermath. She found herself giving a heavy gulp, realising that it was a comment sent directly to her, she pulled her ears back and turned her head to the side whilst Ruggan's tongue strolled against the elder vixen's chin again. As Grissoul continued to gasp and sigh, moaning with the pulses, the pumps and the undeniable pleasure filling her body again and again, Ruggan nibbled his teeth gently through the shoulder fur, eager to groom her in a show of affection. It was something he'd never done for Ermath and he could not help it when he was feeling such wonderful waves of ecstasy overcoming his body as he filled her with his essence, feeling invigorated to know that his scent, his overpowering masculinity had been enough to irk this seemingly barren vixen into fertility!

As he continued his motions with her, he felt the bulb shrink and their combined pleasures oozing down his thighs. He grinned as he lapped at her neck again before sitting back with a soft grunt. It slid more and he knew the session was about to end. With a soft sigh he beckoned his own dejected looking seer to his side and Ermath lunged from the bed to reach his side. He nuzzled her neck in pleasure and she moaned in joy as Grissoul shuddered with a final orgasm. As she sighed, he pulled himself slowly from her body whilst he looked to the way Ermath panted and whined for his attention. Then he gave a sharp grunt and beckoned Grissoul to sit upside down on her shoulders with her legs swung over the edge of the bed. She did so without question, knowing it must only aid her luck in carrying before Ruggan grabbed Ermath by the scruff and pulled her nose to Grissoul's quivering pussy.

"Clean her well, Ermath... if you believe it to be so precious you wouldn't dare let a drop be wasted. Get to it, I'll return in a moment." Ruggan stood up and watched Ermath's face wrinkle up as if she might have just burst into tears for his seeming cruelty, but Grissoul stretched her legs out more eagerly. Perhaps it was to mock the younger Seer, who could say, but with her eyes tightly shut and her body jolting with upset for the ruthless manner of her master, Ermath's tongue emerged and lapped at the stained flesh of the elder vixen as if tasting something bitter. She made a few retching sounds, trying to make a show of her disgust so that her master might show clemency, but it gained her a rough grab of the ear and a firm tug as the dog fox snarled down at her before stomping off out of the tent. Ermath looked about to the curtain, sensing the eyes of the harem upon her and she pondered whether to grab one, drag them out and get them to do the job, but she could tell they were too loyal to their master. She could not blame them if they dared to inform him that she was disobeying the rules and daring to ignore his orders... but she wished it were not the case as she looked down towards Grissoul's ecstatic face with a groan.

"I won't move... I'll just let you clean me... its all he wanted... there was never any mention that you should enjoy it." Grissoul's eyes shone with a hideously wicked glee that made Ermath's ears drop back, her earrings jangling loudly as she snarled down towards the old female with a vicious sneer, but she had no choice. If she did not do as she was asked, she would upset her boss and so she grabbed Grissoul's legs, forcing them apart and then she pushed her tongue into the passage, shuddering and trying not to retch. She pinched her eyes shut and made fast flickering motions with her tongue. She did not care how messy her slurping sounds, she just kept stuffing her tongue in and pulling it back, not really cleaning but it would take a little more to prove to anyone that she was not trying. Grissoul just gave a grunt, sighing as she pondered whether she should just let this continue or go to sleep. Ermath was so pathetic as she lapped at her that the old seer was just yawning slowly and then, suddenly Grissoul even started to snore.

Ermath pulled her head up, she stared down at the face of the snoring old vixen as she curled her lips in frustration. This was surprising, she certainly had not expected this because it told her straight up that her efforts were pathetic and yet it gave her a seeming chance to escape away from this horrible situation. But when she turned her head away, considering the chance to escape it all, she realised that doing so would put her in serious trouble. She had been given an order and well, if she reminded herself that it was for the sake of her master's pleasure, she could try and force herself to do a better job. With a groan she swung her paws about the thighs of the older vixen who gave a soft grunt in her sleep and then Ermath stuffed her tongue into the crevice.

Suddenly, Ermath was lapping and slapping her tongue into the gash, flicking up the mess on the edges of the lips before delving deep to pull out the rest. She worked faster, her tongue straining and rushing, tugging its way into the edge of the opening to clean it out before cleaning all around near the suddenly swelling clitoris. When Grissoul's eyes slid open as Ermath lapped at her clit hurriedly, the older vixen's eyes glittered in amusement as a sly grin slid upon her face. She gave a low moan, spreading her legs out more and Ermath obediently slapped and rolled her tongue about the tender flesh, desperately searching for the taste of Ruggan within this female as Grissoul bit down her groans and let her body pinch about Ermath's tongue.

The old vixen was excited, hoping to produce a squirt that would really teach the younger vixen a lesson and with the way Ermath was rushing to clean her, it looked likely indeed. Ermath was hurrying to clean her, her jaws were dribbling from drool, she was keeping her eyes still closed as she groaned in frustration. She stuck her tongue in as deeply as she could, trying to catch her own drool to stop herself making any more of a mess to clean up and Ermath was feeling sick. But when she thought she'd done enough work, she felt Grissoul's body suddenly pinch close, push up and Grissoul gave a gasp of pleasure as the juices squirted straight up onto Ermath's muzzle.

"DISGUSTING OLD COOT!" The younger vixen leapt back onto the bed, grabbing at her muzzle stained with female cum, her nose twitching and watering for the terrible smell of the old female's pleasure now staining her nostrils. She shook her face, growling as she pulled herself off the bed and then padded to where the buckets of water for washing were waiting. She knelt to it, dipping her muzzle in and ignoring the fact Ruggan had just marched into the room and was marching straight behind Ermath. He snorted as he looked to Grissoul, who looked very pleased with herself, before he suddenly grabbed Ermath by the scruff. She gave a yelp of shock, not sure who the male was until she breathed in that gorgeous musk from her master as she was knocked onto her knees and Ruggan mounted. With his jaws tight around Ermath's throat, his arms wrapped around the female's chest, pinching her nipples so roughly Ermath wanted to scream in pain as he penetrated fast, hard and then began thrusting as fast and hard as he could. "MASTER! MASTER!"

Ruggan didn't respond, he was moving hard and fast, his knot building quickly as he snorted from his nostrils, his hot breath steaming against her neck as he gripped her so tightly. He was feral and barbarous as he pounded into her body, pushing her downwards, making her choke as he forced her head up and her legs apart. One of her legs was straining out, whimpering in agony as she tried to get comfortable, but this only gave her master more chance to thrust in deep enough to bury himself between her legs, pushing her upward to make her gulp with each firm bang to her internal drum. It only took a few firm pumps to bury his knot within her and then, knowing it was settled, he let go of her with his jaw but dropped his paw onto the back of her head, squashing her down into the floor with her legs splayed like a spatchcock, her hips and passage pulsing and jolting with joy as she gulped and gasped in air, a maddened expression of utter delight upon her face as she gave strained little giggles from the shock and tears fell from her eyes.

"Last time... you cleaned her up well, but I never told you to clean yourself... you've disappointed me greatly since we arrived here, Ermath... but I know it is just because you are jealous and in heat... from this moment on, your heat is over and your duties are reduced. You and Grissoul will focus upon cubs growing in your womb unless I beckon you to my side... understood?" He growled firmly into her ear as she continued to gulp and gasp before nodding her head desperately, just glad that her master was not forgetting her and not going to punish her anymore. He snarled as he continued to feed his seed into her body, drowning her insides to ensure there was no way he had not buried a life deep into her form. He sneered as he sat back, looking towards the tent as Ermath gave a sudden yelp with orgasm, her hips and buttocks jiggling for him with the sudden pressure of the joy as she gave a squeak. He clapped a paw across her backside, making her give a soft yelp as her bejewelled ears jingled as she continued to moan and groan. Then the tent door opened and Gruven Zann stepped in, only to pale again at the sight of Grissoul basically left upside down against the bed and Ermath whimpering beneath his master... it looked brutal.

"Chief... the path to Redwall is straightforward and as long as we remain in firm force there won't be any trouble. Then they will be forced to listen and talk to you. But I assure you, I killed the otter... I don't know why you seem to think that you have to go there to prove it." The stoat hissed in frustration as he remained staring towards the golden fox, trying not to look to the moaning vixen or the splashes of cum that coated her pale thighs or indeed the scent of the sex the clung to the back of his throat to make him feel sick. However, he was being bold in questioning Ruggan and the fox's vicious eyes locked upon him and Zann's ears pinned back tightly against his head as he pulled it back and almost cringed. "But... then again, they say that Redwall has many treasures that would make it an interesting place to scout..."

Ruggan just stared at the stoat until he realised he was not welcome inside the tent and anxiously backed out, too afraid to turn his back in case a dagger might be thrown at him. Ruggan did consider this, but until he had the proof of Zann's story, it would be a wasted effort on such a lowlife. He still found it hard to believe this creature was the supposed Taggerung, but with the shifty manner of this stoat and if he had inherited just an inch of his mother's cunning, then maybe he had killed the otter through pure cunning or accident. Ruggan needed to know, because he needed to know if there would ever be another being foolish enough to try and murder him to claim the title of chief. He knew if Antigra had killed Sawney for that brat's sake, she might still think she could do the same to Ruggan... she was too sharp and intelligent for him to ever trust and then Ruggan gave a low moan of pleasure.

"It is done... don't move until I get back, the harem can fetch you both water and Grissoul is in charge of this tent until I return." Ruggan Bor grunted as Ermath stared up at him, panting softly and looking up at him lovingly all the same as the fox's bulb shrank enough and he stopped pumping his seed into her form. He gently eased himself away from her and Ermath's tail was wagging, her tongue lolling as she looked up at her master with utter devotion. He bent and gently kissed her lips before telling her to do the same as Grissoul to ensure a pregnancy. Ermath nodded her head firmly and then scrabbled to the edge of the bed, lifting her legs up and apart, her hips quaking with exhaustion but the need to ensure she was pregnant too important.

Ruggan snorted softly to himself as he marched back to his clothing upon the bed, double-checking he was dressed appropriately and then turning to a mirror to look at his tattoos. The green colouration still stood out against his golden fur, but he brought out some more of the paste to dye the fresher fur bursting through to keep the colour looking strong. With a snort, he then marched out of the tent to look at his gathered warriors, informing one of his trusty rats to keep control and await his return within five days. That was all the time he would give to this matter as he turned to eye Gruven Zann dangerously as the stoat gulped firmly.

"Let us go to the Redwall and find out what happened to the otter..."