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Part Six: A Visit to the Abbey

It was a day's march through the countryside, following a main trail and marching like a true army on their way to the abbey. Ruggan was quite sure that approaching in such force would draw out the warriors of the building and if the otter was alive and indeed, amongst these beings, then Ruggan would have a better chance to meeting him. He did not want the abbey, there was no use to him for a stone fortress that would take hordes to guard and keep it, require too many animals to work the grounds to produce food and just in general, would mean he would never go on the offensive again. The old stories of the Folly of Marshank still rang around the vermin camps and they were very sure that their master was not going to hold the abbey no matter the prizes within, Ruggan Bor was a wise chieftain and he knew to use intimidation and words above violence in such situations.

Ruggan's eyes were locked upon the shaking form of the stoat that led them on, the animal's face was stuck in a hideous grin, slipping from grimace to nervous grin as he almost cackled over the journey. He was scared over what was to come if that damn otter was indeed within the walls of the sacred mouse building and going to reveal the truth that Gruven was lying. He knew that the sword at the fox's hip was preparing to take his head, especially as there was a good possibility that even when he learnt the truth, Ruggan might decide other aspects of the old legend were true and challenge Gruven to a battle for his powers. But... but if he was confirmed the new Taggerung than surely all the vermin would be on his side? Surely, they would!

When they reached the mighty form of the great Abbey, it was midday of their second day since leaving the Juska Camp and when they settled outside the building with its great brick walls, Ruggan was pleased to see that the warriors had indeed surrounded the building ready to fight him. Ruggan was cautious over whether to attempt a battle or just talk, he was not amused by the sight of the animals clambering at the parapets, glowering down at his group as if they thought they had a hope in hell against them. With a soft sneer, Ruggan stepped away from his group and into potential firing range, grabbing Gruven and pulling him forward. Ruggan than gave a bark towards the curious beasts within and they stared at him in curiosity.

"I am Ruggan Bor, Chieftain of the Juskabor... I have come here, not for treasure but to identify a member of the Juska tribe, an otter adopted into the care of Sawney Rath, known as the Taggerung. I have come to find him and challenge him for the right to claim the title... however, this stoat has told me he killed the otter, so I wish to confirm this and my seers and the Skipper of the Otters nearby informed me that the orphan's remaining family had likely come here." Ruggan stated firmly, his eyes locking onto the stocky form of a powerful young otter that was visible upon the parapets and somehow he felt this dog otter was important. The fox's ears flicked about, listening for the sound of the door as the leader of these beasts stepped forward and quickly asked what he would do if this was the case? Ruggan then gave a sudden scoff. "I have told you; I would challenge him... I must ensure my title as Chieftain is unchallenged and only the Taggerung is a threat to me. My tribe have no interest in a building that can be broken by the greatest storm and never truly repaired thereafter. Our home is a home that can move at a whim... amongst the tribe lands... it is not in your land."

"You are an honest chieftain and I will present you the otter family that you seek..." The being stated firmly, before stepping back within the door and Gruven gulped heavily. Ruggan's eyes darted back to the dog otter he could feel was still watching him and he wanted to lock eyes and beckon the being to come down to fight him. But, when the door opened again, the dog otter was still up on the parapets and though Gruven had looked at him, he'd not seemed to recognise him, nor had the others. Ruggan assumed that this was something suspicious and yet the leader of the abbey brought out the form of an older otter female and a younger otter, one that his nose could already tell was coming into season for the first time soon and with her curiously soft expression and big, beautiful eyes, he felt a desire within him. Besides, he'd never got to finish with the previous otter wife he'd snatched, but the older otter female bobbed her head.

"We learnt about the death of my son at the hands of this stoat... his body was discovered by fellows of Redwall who brought his body here to be buried. Upon preparing the poor fellow's body, we identified my dear son's birthmark, a flower-like marking on the inside of his paw. He bore the tattoos of vermin and so, I would assume that your assumptions regarding my son is true... this stoat murdered him, at least... I believe it murder because he was my son... even if I did not know what world he'd been born within." The otter female, Filorn, stated pitifully and Ruggan was curious as he looked at her, noticing she wore the garb of the cook. There was also something curious about the looks of the young otter beside her, a daughter perhaps, but her clothes did not look as if they truly fit her and that generally meant they were keeping something about her secret. Swiftly Ruggan stretched forward and tapped the young maiden's paws, asking her to show them to him. He'd seen this trick done before and when the paws revealed nothing, he held them tightly within his own.

The young otter gave a gasp, her paws heating up quickly and her body almost quaking as her nostrils became drowned in the musk of this great fox who just seemed to sniff at her in fascination and even affection. His own blood was heating, catching any female in her first heat was always such a treat and a better prize as the scar lasted a lifetime for this being. He was very intrigued by her, not just by the fact that she was clearly hiding something and then Ruggan turned to Filorn again, leaving the young female's paw alone. He gripped the older female's paw and then gently lifted it to his mouth to press his muzzle to it in a soft kiss a she gave a gasp of shock to suddenly feel such affection.

"My condolences for the loss of your mate and of your son, for though it was my predecessor's decision to obtain the child, as the new leader of his group, his wrongs are for me to right. Forgive me." The fox stated, no smile falling upon his face and his eyes just commanding her to quiver and shudder in his presence as Filorn took in the deep scent of the male's body and she was feeling things awaken, such lusts she'd never quite remembered. When she remained there staring after him, the big fox then stepped back to Zann's side and in front of his followers with a soft snort as he turned to them. "We're to depart... just one matter to deal with..."

It was as he said this and his army bowed their heads and prepared to leave that the fox took out his sabre and swung it fast. To the shock of the otters and perhaps even to Gruven Zann, his head was soon upon the ground near Ruggan's feet and his body flopping to the side. He looked down at the body with a soft chuckle, a smile lighting up his face if only for a moment, catching his workers and the waiting animals by surprise before he nodded his head to his fellows. The rats came over, wrapping up Zann's head in a blanket and then covering the body, scooping it up and taking it somewhere so that it could all be buried away or chucked, though the head would grace his camp and the hide would be skinned... skinned and he would take the fur and give it as a cloak to his mother, so they could be close. But just as Ruggan, the new Taggerung, had thought to wander away and leave Redwall Abbey forever... Filorn stepped forward to hold his paw.

"Chieftain Ruggan... there have been few beings of your nature to come to Redwall and seeking something not only so direct but that does not put the members of this community at risk. We will of course allow your company to leave in peace, but would you... would you care to come into the Abbey yourself and permit the hospitality of a humble otter cook who wishes to thank you for your humility." Filorn was trembling in fear that she was going to be attacked and yet she knew from the scent and the way the foxes startling eyes slid back to her that she was in danger of something else. She wanted something else too and she beckoned the fox to follow her, holding his dark paw and he nodded before informing his companions to head back but a small contingent of his most trusted guard to camp outside and wait for him. He then turned and was led back towards the gates before the other beasts were looking panicked and Filorn realised she needed someone else's permission. "Mhera... daughter and well, Abbess of this great place, I beckon that you allow this lone fox to enter and enjoy supper with us and perhaps, make it plain that we are not in the presence of a foe."

"Dear Lady... I wish no threat or discomfort to your Abbey, I came to right a wrong performed by my predecessor and wipe the slate clean for my control of the Juska... the matters of mice and their ilk are of no consequence to me and indeed, I would be eager to make an agreement of peace to yourself and pledge assistance to Redwall if it were ever needed." Ruggan Bor stated, bowing before the young abbess and trying not to grin as he let his musk flow over the otter as she blushed in surprise and could not help but quake in joy at the thought of it. Mhera though turned about to look to her mother and then to look to the waiting beasts as the fox remained bowed and patient. Then she straightened up in a much more regal manner, knowing her brother was watching and could easily aid her if it was a trap, for he knew the Juska beings. But she nodded her head and gained a surprise when the fox knelt before her in a humble display, taking her hand, kissing it and then letting it press to his forehead in the traditional display of humility and respect as he spoke. "It would be an honour to do what no other fox has done for your Abbey..."

"Your humility and sincerity is clear... we have had few encounters in the history of the Abbey with animals that are so straightforward and clear in their meaning. You have already proven that you are a fox of your word and as the offer is only for you, than I shall allow you to have the hospitality of my mother's lodgings and to engage in a private dinner with myself this evening... after which you will be released back to your companions... but your sword must stay outside." Mhera stated, believing that this was the ultimate way the fox could be defeated although his scent clung to her body. She felt her teats straining, she was thinking of a private dinner leading to something else but that was not right for an Abbess. All the same, she was startled when Ruggan gently stood up and removed his sword belt, laying it at the paws of a hedgehog that was standing on guard nearby and looked to be the most senior defender. He stated firmly it was in this watchman's care and allowed himself to be patted down and checked for any other weapons. He was then led in with two other male otters appearing to his side to march him to the Abbey, ensuring that there was no way he could be a threat and then Filorn took him down to her small little apartment near the cellars and Mhera and Deyna sat in the hallway, preparing to save her if needed.

Ruggan was taken in and settled at the table within, damson wine was produced from a bottle hidden within her bedding to say she had needed it from time to time and the fox chuckled. He was amused as they chatted briefly about their lives and their experiences, the elder otter just needing to speak aloud for the first time about everything she'd bottled up. Clearly, she needed the wine too, Ruggan took it slowly, savouring, enjoying the rare taste of the liquid as his pheromones flooded the room and he knew where this would lead. He knew why she had wanted him in here and she'd mentioned how alone she'd been without her mate Rillflag. She had been mourning him and her son for a long time before closure had come in the form of her son's dying form and Ruggan was amused. The alcohol should have revealed if she had been lying about the fate of her son, but she did not and then finally, with time ticking by and the other beasts of Redwall oddly calmed by his scent and silence, Filorn gave in.

She suddenly slumped her form against Ruggan, pressing her forehead to his stomach with a coy, drunken expression that Ruggan could tell was just for show. She wanted to make him think that it was just the alcohol that was making her want to ask for his attention, but Ruggan knew far too well what she wanted. This poor, poor old female had been missing as much attention as Antigra and Ruggan gave a snort before stroking at her shoulders and her neck, making her sigh in pleasure and joy. Then Ruggan's paws gently went to the straps of her apron and her dress, making her body tremble with excitement as he gently eased them down and as she gave a gasp to have her flesh revealed, the fox's lips came to hers and his tongue strolled gently along the edge of her muzzle as she moaned in utter joy. Her paws stretched to his tunic, unbuttoning the few pieces tied together to reveal his creamy belly fur.

As their lips parted, she brought her muzzle to his belly, nuzzling into him as the fox then beckoned her up onto the bed and Filorn stood up, letting his black paws tease the remainder of her clothing down. His nose then ran from her neck to her chest, down her stomach and further to make her quiver before he nosed against her slightly swollen clit and she gave a gasp and tremble of utter pleasure. She then clambered onto the bed, climbing onto her back as the fox lay over her, gently teasing his clothes aside as his nose snuffed at her neck and her cheeks, lapping at her tenderly to make her moan for the contact and the affection. The fox was licking his lips as he removed his clothing and then kissed down her body back to her groin, Filorn stretching her hindlegs apart with a soft quiver of expectation as Ruggan brought his muzzle and his tongue to her form.

Filorn's voice echoed about the room and even down the corridor, short, sharp pants and moans of utter joy and delight as his tongue teased in and out of her form. He barged his nose against her clit, shifting his tongue in and out as if it were his own form to fill her with utter pleasure as she pushed out and wheezed in joy. She'd been left alone so long, been so desperate and yet straightaway this fox was in utter control and just filling her with pleasure as she cried out in joy before coming to a wet, slippery orgasm that made her blush as Ruggan lifted his head, lapping her silvery strands from his lips with his wicked grin, hinting how good she tasted and Filorn moaned.

"Please... please great chieftain... claim me... take me now..." The otter widow moaned, fainting back into the bed, a paw lifted to her panting form as the fox growled softly that he liked a lady that didn't care for being quiet. It made Filorn blush hideously as she whispered softly that her mate had always fussed that she could bring a wall down with her cries. It was embarrassing but Ruggan growled as he angled himself over her.

"Then sing for me... Filorn... cry out and make the Abbey shake if you wish..." Ruggan growled softly at her moaning form as he gently let her legs wrap around his hips and then he dropped his paw to his groin. He steadily eased his sheath down, making Filorn tremble in excitement to see the massive phallus on display and she gave a hungry moan of anticipation as the fox licked his lips in return. This whole situation was becoming far more profitable than he could ever have imagined as he then brought the great head of his form to her groin. Her hips trembled in expectation, her form still glistening in joy as she waited for him to join with her and Filorn could not stop trembling as Ruggan stroked his head up and down within her lips. She groaned, moaned, her body spitting juices in preparation and ecstasy to feel him waking up her senses to what it felt like to be coupled with a male and Ruggan grinned down at her. "You are in control my dear... when you wish me to stop... I will stop."

He stated, but the fox knew that no one had ever told him to stop once he was fully buried within them and loving them. Indeed, he only had to stroke his form up and down her body a few times for her to moan so loud it seemed to echo again and carry down the hallway as he chuckled softly. He would love it if one of their soldiers came running in to witness it, seemingly went to hurt him but she insisted that was not the case! Indeed, when he had been interrupted before, males had been forced to decide between attacking him and risking the female or just accept they were being cuckolded for the greater good! As he continued to glaze his form in her visible excitement, her body quivering and her face contorting with utter pleasure, Ruggan grinned before leaning forward to lick her shoulder and gently ease his form into her.

She gave out a sharp cry of 'yes', her head lolling back as she moaned and seemed to gasp and sigh all at once in utter joy to have her body conjoined to another's for the first time in so long. It was hard to get in deep, her muscles within were like stiff doors, hard to push past without feeling the flesh snag on his form as he pushed in further as she gasped and gulped in pleasure. Ruggan had to stop himself from drooling, there was always a great deal of pleasure to be had in satisfying a widow, their bodies could become as tight as a virgin's until you hit the right part and then a world of ecstasy and pleasure overcame. Their desperation always overcame all sense of shame and their screams of joy were always louder than a beast screaming for his life when being skinned alive! As he pushed himself in, feeling each section of passage push back before it wrestled and then permitted entry, Ruggan buried himself in as deeply as he could before giving a soft grunt as he looked down at the drooling, swooning, dewy-eyed face of the otter widow beneath him.

"You're body has kept its loyalty to the memory of your mate so well, Filorn... it trembles and quivers with guilt... but I do not want you to be guilty... it was my predecessor who stole your husband from you and I intend to give back some of the pleasure taken from you for so long..." He growled into her ear, so softly, so sickeningly sweetly that Filorn's eyes rolled with a moan of pleasure and delight. Ruggan knew that he had to make her think this was not a betrayal of her mate's memory... otherwise she might push him away and he was in too precarious a situation to be cast out of the otter's rooms. But he began to slowly pump into her body now that her arms looped around him and she buried her face into the scent of his body.

With each steady movement occasionally snagging but going so slowly and so carefully, Filorn was giving out low moaning sounds, as if she were wounded and crying out for death... howling with the pleasure awoken after such hibernation. Her cries for each pleasurable withdraw that filled her passage with fluids as his tongue rolled against her neck and he sighed and whispered sweet things to her small ears made tears stream down her face. Her mind was swimming with pleasure, memories of her husband being washed away with the scent and power of the fox, such a thick form filling her completely and stirring up every nerve and every part of her that could only recognise pleasure. He panted softly as he held her to him, lapping at her fur, nuzzling her neck to make her feel like she was being loved as his form pumped in and out so comfortably that she was rolling her head back and forth as he continued to whisper to her.

"Does it remind you of him... does it make you remember those night time pleasures... those silent times just between you and him, enveloped in each other's warm fur and together... I want you to be as happy... to make you feel as good as he did..." Ruggan whispered so sweetly and kindly but his grin was as malevolent and wicked as always as Filorn huffed and panted, her tongue lolling as tears dribbled down her face. Ruggan knew what was to come next, he knew what she was going to say and he sat back, pulling her into his hips as she gripped her paws about her pillow. As she gasped and moaned, Ruggan moved a little swifter, a little deeper, a little more precisely to get that sharper gasp from hitting the right point as he knew what was going to leave her mouth... the words he was desperate to hear!

"No... you're better! Oh... Mhera forgive me... Rillflag forgive me..." The otter cook was groaning, howling out in pleasure as her words irked the right reaction from Ruggan and the fox's hips began to shunt faster and faster in and out of her. As he began to feel the resistance fail, the floodgates opening wide as Filorn's breath became sharper and faster, panting and wheezing, Ruggan went in harder and harder. As she howled out again in her pleasure, her hips pulling up into his groin, her legs flopping back as she widened the gap between her hip. She was moaning in joy as Ruggan grasped her hips and started to ram in and out of her form. At the sound of their flesh slapping together with the wetness as her body was leaking pleasure, the otter widow was gasping and champing at the air as she felt that beautiful orgasm coming close to breeching past her mental anguish as she suddenly howled out. "My husband was nothing compared to you!"

It was enough to coax her orgasm to come and for Ruggan to do so, his motions having been careful not to let his knot get caught, but he still had to carefully work himself up to his end before locking too tightly with her. She was moaning and calling out loudly, crying in joy and Ruggan gave a groan as he felt himself reaching his end within the hollowed out passage of the otter maid, his thighs coated in her pleasure and the room pungent with their satisfaction as she continued to cry out in utter delight. Ruggan stopped moving too much, moving slightly but not deeply as he allowed his body to wheeze his pleasure into her, when he heard feet slapping down the hall as Ruggan then lounged over her body, nuzzling and lapping at her.

"Mother!" Mhera was shocked as she stepped into the room to see the situation, her nose suddenly flooded by the strong scent of their pleasure, of damson wine and of that curious fox. Ruggan remained nuzzling and lapping at Filorn, kissing at her cheeks as he moaned softly with another orgasm and then the fox turned about to look towards Mhera, his eyes glimmering with excitement as he lapped his lips to draw in her scent. With Filorn moaning softly in ecstasy, Ruggan's body was quickly giving up on any kind of desire to keep pulsing, the knot losing all form so only a final few dribbles of his pleasure were spat into the otter's passage as he groaned and sat back, turning towards the startled young Abbess.

"Forgive us... we were..." Ruggan stated softly, trying to make it out as if they were doing something quite innocent really and Mhera turned about with a soft blush. Filorn was moaning softly, apologising towards her daughter for what she had been saying, though she still stroked at the creamy belly of the dog fox that uncoupled from her. He then stepped away from her, pulling the bedcovers over her body, apologising for embarrassing her before he swiftly sorted himself to look more suitable before apologising. Filorn though was fast asleep already and Ruggan gave a soft sigh as he tucked her in before turning towards Mhera. "Forgive me Abbess, there was a... I can't apologise enough for this embarrassment."

"Well... I can understand and please, let me lead you to a place where you can wash and then... then you can join me in my quarters." The otter maiden whispered softly, but it was clear to Ruggan's sharp eyes that the Abbess had been so excited by the smell and the sight of it that her own teats were swelling slightly and visible pressed against the fabric. It made him want to lick his lips, but of course he needed to be respectful and trusting for the Abbey Folk not to attack him and Ruggan bowed to her before following her out. She led him up to an area where many of the dwellers of the red stone building were taken to clean themselves. She ushered him in and then chose to wait outside, taking in deep breaths to try and soothe herself as her stomach coiled and her eyes watered, Mhera's heat was taking full hold and she knew she would be in danger if she was not careful around this fox!

When Ruggan had washed, scrubbing the scent of the old otter maid from his body and flushing his jaws into the fresh, cooling fluids, he stepped out and shook his body. His fur fluffed up a little but thankfully the wash only seemed to increase his musk and the fox knew the Abbess was waiting out there for him. She smelt ready for him, her heat so strong she would be dripping below and he licked his lips in pleasure as he swiftly swished his tail back and forth towards the door, making sure a cloud of pheromones and his natural dominating odour oozed out to reach the otter maid outside as he lapped his lips and then waited. He was dry enough and when he dressed, he stepped out to see the otter maiden trembling, rubbing sweaty paws together and looking entirely anxious as he bowed to her again and she insisted he was to go with her to discuss their peace in her apartments.

As they walked past the great hall of the building, Ruggan's eyes caught the sight of the tapestry and he had to pause, he turned to look at Mhera, pondering if he should ask to look or not. But he shook his head, what use did he have for such cloth, it was not his history it showed after-all. The fact he continued on made Mhera's hide prickle with excitement at the thought that Ruggan was indeed so very different from all the other vermin to have come to Redwall before. Indeed, unlike those to have become obsessed with the images and their seeming power, Ruggan's paw lay upon her shoulder and he gave a soft growl that was almost affectionate.

"My goal is purely to overcome all the Juska tribes, to unite them under my power and stop the tribal wars that have ravaged our tribes for years. Though it is not between species as it once was, now it is between tattoos, old loyal warriors jealous over who owns the better lands. Each season we migrate with the food availability and this only caused more strife. Peace with Redwall is a guarantee... though if it were perhaps to aid us in finding decent healers or sharing healing techniques... that would be useful." Ruggan knew how to please Woodlanders and non-vermin, they were always less war like and more eager to heal. They made good slaves if one wanted to settle and were good cooks too, but they could not understand the old ways of the predators and though this river-dog was a predator herself, she was so long separated from these manners that Ruggan knew she would think his desire for healing and unification 'enlightened' and unique. For him... making them think that would just keep them out of his affairs.

"You speak like a great Chieftain, Ruggan Bor... there have been few to come to Redwall and know their destiny was never to be conjoined with the legends upon our tapestry. All who go against Redwall fall, so I am pleased you are not intending to be our enemy." Mhera stated firmly with a warm expression upon her face that made the fox nod his head as he paced after her into the Abbot's Quarters not far from this hall. He was pleased that she had decided to believe his words and well, Redwall was of no interest but at least their warriors would not come looking for trouble in Juska territory with his words. When they sat in her room, her paws were still sweating and the stink of her heat was so strong a lesser male would be groaning and begging her to let them touch, but Ruggan was too dominant to ever be swayed. His tail wagged about as he sat on the chair opposite hers, wafting his scent to her as Mhera groaned softly and brought the scroll out detailing a simple matter on what she hoped a peace with him would include. It was simple, staying away from each other and that was all. Mhera signed it, the fox signed it and then as they took a brief toast of some cordial she'd laid on, Ruggan stood up as if to go when she gave a soft whimper. "Wait... please... don't leave just yet..."

"My work here is done, Abbess... it is time for me to leave you..." Ruggan stated firmly, but with a slight edge as if he could perhaps be persuaded to stay as the otter held his arm. But then, as she trembled in anxiety to hear his words, the otter suddenly bolted towards her door and to Ruggan's great amusement, though he never showed it, she locked the door. Seeing it close the fox straightened up with a stern expression and the otter looked oddly stern as well, but only for a moment. She gave out a soft cry of seeming upset and then dropped onto her knees before him, her little face pressed to his feet as she began to plead.

"Please Ruggan... I saw what you did for my mother... I am so very desperate for you to teach me... to teach me everything involved in that area! I am Abbess, my whole life stops here and remains stagnant, I am not to marry and not to have young... but I would wish for this knowledge before you leave and my position is solidified at your departure." Mhera stated, trembling as she lay her face upon his feet and the fox gave a soft grin although he said nothing. Mhera kissed at his feet, begging him to help her and Ruggan then gave a soft snort before gently easing his form from beneath his fur and clearing his throat for Mhera to lift her face up and notice his form. "What would you wish of me..."

"Take it to your mouth, lick it, suck it into your mouth... pull it in and out, roll your tongue against it as it hardens and swells until I tell you we are done." Ruggan stated firmly but low, his tone almost alluring as the otter maid looked to the thick glistening form in front of her that reeked of his musk and twirled up her nostrils to make her shudder with pleasure. Her throat gulped heavily, her mouth seeming to dry with excitement though she needed it to be wet and, trembling, she stretched her webbed paws out to hold his form. Tenderly, she stroked her paws against him, the moisture forming on his glistening, exciting flesh clinging into the membrane of her webbing, seeming to encourage the addictive scent to impregnate her blood and allow his scent to possess her. She brought her mouth towards the thick tip, her tongue straining as her whole body trembled, but she gently pursed her lips and gently brought the tip to her mouth in a soft kiss.

The taste was strange, almost invisible as the scent of his musk overwhelmed her body and she knew that all she wanted was more of it as if it were as sweet as strawberry cordial! Mhera held her lips over the head again, stroking them against the head like she would some precious or cool food and she shuddered in pleasure to feel that head stroking the top of her mouth. She was trembling with excitement; it was utterly delicious and so strange to taste and feel in her mouth that she could not stop herself from pulling the length in past her lips. She moaned softly, sighing lovingly as she pulled his length further into her mouth, sucking it in deeply as if she might swallow it, sucking and suckling at it lovingly as her tongue rolled and slapped against it. She moaned loudly, confused by how it made her body burn and made her almost want to cry in joy to feel it all in her mouth and making her body tremble in delight. She pulled his length from her maw gently to look up at him anxiously, her eyes swelling in excitement and wondering whether she was doing the right thing and Ruggan's paw stretched out and stroked her cheeks, a softer expression within those hypnotising eyes as she sighed lovingly and then continued to slip his form in her mouth.

This time, she began to pull it in and out, sucking strongly and then pulling back a little before leaning it forward again into her as she moaned loudly. She could feel his paw rolling against the back of her head and near her ear, making her sigh in pleasure as she sucked strongly and lovingly at his form. She pulled it out, a string of drool from her mouth to his cock as she moaned lovingly, happily thinking of how beautiful this object was as she stroked her paws up and down his length again, that webbing clinging to the glistening form as her tongue strained out to lap at it again, moaning against it as she brought it to her muzzle. She rubbed her cheeks against it, stroking and licking at it so lovingly she could have been worshipping it and Ruggan gave a soft sound of a chuckle and permitted her to pull it into her mouth again before she felt his paw clasp the back of her head.

Suddenly she was gasping, gagging, choking over the length, tears of joy forming in her eyes as she felt his hips relax for her actions as his hand pushed her up and down the length. It made her stomach burn and her loins pinch, her nether regions dampen as they never had before. She moaned lovingly as he pushed her up and down his length until his bulb looked almost to slide into her lips and then he paused. Her mouth was filled with a mix of her drool and his delicious precum and she rolled her tongue about her spit, loving it and moaning in joy to feel it all. She gulped it down and then Ruggan grasped her by the sides as she gave a gasp and lay her onto the table, suddenly clasping his teeth to her habit and violently ripping it down as she gave a sharp gasp. The fabric seemed to split in half as if it were meant to fold away at his aggression and then she lay on the table, legs splayed and naked form revealed as he lay himself over her, his tongue suddenly clasping about her teats and making Mhera howl in delight!

She grasped hold of his shoulders, as his tongue rolled and pushed against the nipple, making it straighten as she gave a sharp sound of pleasure and he growled softly. His tongue coiled and pressed, massaging against that sensitive nub as her face wrinkled as she gave a squeezed squeak of upset and joy. She could feel her whole breast burning and making her loins coil with even more heat that almost made her nauseous. Then the fox greedily brought his mouth to the other teat, his lips pinching and grasping, suckling slightly as she flushed all the more before her straightened nipple was just too tempting. His teeth grazed it and her whole body trembled and shook in pleasure as he grasped his length and rubbed it gently against her wet crevice, making sure she writhed and wiggled in excitement for the heat of his body. He then lapped at her neck and she moaned softly in delight for the sensation before he pulled away and gave a soft growl.

"Swing your arms under your thighs and spread yourself... lean forward as you do so... I want you to see what's going into you... I want you to see how much you'll be stretched..." Ruggan growled in pleasure as the otter maiden paused to breathe heavily, her chest rising and falling in heavy, deep gasps as she gave a moan and nodded her head. Gently, she pulled herself forward into her knees and clasped her thighs. At first she was still a little faint and her tail flicked and knocked their agreement off and onto the floor between Ruggan's paws. She then shuddered in anxiety and embarrassment as she dropped her paws to the sticky, wet mess of her quivering cunt as she clung to the slippery lips and peeled them apart, strands of her pleasure forming a film across the reddened form. A strong smell of her femininity and her heat spilled over Ruggan as she tried to calm her breathing and he looked down at her form with a firm expression of pleasure. "You look ready... if this is your first time, there will be blood and it will hurt at first... but you wanted to learn."

"One cannot live in total ignorance of the ways of the universe and claim themselves able to give advice to others." Mhera stated, though her legs were hurting and she felt her slippery paws losing their grip upon her lips. She whimpered as she looked up at the fox, worried that he was going to say something about her form that was distasteful, but instead his black paw clasped his form and brought that thick, glistening head that was already bubbling with pre-cum to her form. He rubbed it between her vulva's lips, tickling her clitoris tenderly before sitting it just before her tiny, slippery looking entrance. She took in a deep breath and wheezed out just as Ruggan pushed his firm head into her as the otter maid gave a squeak of pain as she curled forward and watched the great pink head stretching her cavern wide enough to make it look as if it might split and yet on the inside there was the greater sensation of snagging. As he pushed in and she warbled out her pain, Mhera's eyes were locked upon the head pushing its way in before a sensation like a rip, something that burnt and stung and made her sob like a child filled her body as the cock slid in more easily and a little trickle of blood bubbled about the bottom of her clitoris and spat down onto the paper below.

"Now... you are mine and you will always bear my mark... be grateful that I am the one to guide you to maturity, Abbess." With that, Ruggan's paws clasped her feet, swinging them up over his shoulders and forcing her to rock straight back onto her shoulders as she gave a squeak. He leant into her, squeezing his body down into hers till her knees hung over his shoulders. The more he leant forward the deeper his form buried itself within the Abbess' body and she gave out a howl of pain but also of pleasure as the pressure pulled her body open to him and yet his cock stroked every hibernating nerve to this new spring. Ruggan growled softly before hooking his paws about her back, folding her body into him as he lay against her, using the table to hold their weight as he growled, drool sliding from his muzzle before he looked to the panting, whimpering otter maid and swiftly his muzzle lapped at her soft cheeks as she moaned and then his hips moved.

At first the whole table seemed to move with his thrust, the slickness of her excitement glazing his form with a hideously delicious slick sound that squelched as their flesh connected and Mhera moaned out loudly. She gripped hold of his body, unable to move as he began to pump his body into her, making Mhera moan out loudly in joy as the sound of the wet contact was being lost by the sound of their flesh thumping together, her breath as she wheezed and his soft grunts as he pumped into her. He was holding onto her, lapping at her neck, growling softly and his tail was straight up as he pumped firmly into her, his excitement mingling with hers as she moaned and groaned in utter joy as he grinned to himself, pumping into her form still as she moaned loudly before Ruggan growled softly. He needed a little more from her though as he growled softly into her jaw as he beamed in utter delight.

"Mhera... your tail... lift it, rub it against me, help me..." Ruggan growled softly and she nodded her head as she moaned softly and lifted her tail up, feeling the thick rudder-like form stroke gently about his testicles and she shuddered. Ruggan gave a soft growl, as he felt her tail stroking and pushing at his jewels, Ruggan gave a moan of pleasure as he sighed lovingly against her, lapping at Mhera as she gasped and sighed for his loving sounds and motions. As she continued to feel him pumping into her, a new pain began to feel like it was spreading her apart and ripping her open as she whimpered into his ears. This new pain was caused by his knot sliding into her tight passage that made her cry out as Ruggan lapped her mouth to make her moan. "This is my gift... it will tie us together and will fill you with my love... we'll be joined for a while and you will never forget this and I will never forget you..."

Ruggan growled softly, knowing what to say to make her feel happy and make her feel like this was precious, even as he felt the blood of her virginity trickling down his shaft and making him lick his excited nostrils with pleasure. As he continued to pound into her body, his knot barging its way in as Mhera groaned and cried out in her agony and delight, suddenly she felt the slip and the lock and then his arms were locked about her body firmly. He thrusted himself in a little more, letting his thick head tickle at her body as it began to spurt out his cum and suddenly, Mhera's hips were shaking and she closed her knees over his shoulders in a firm pinch as she let out a sudden sharp little gasp as if she'd cut her paw on parchment, her eyes swelling in shock.

"There... you can feel it can't you? A pleasure no one could ever give you again..." Ruggan whispered softly into Mhera's neck, lapping at her as she quivered and gasped, stuck in the throws and waves of the orgasm. Her body felt like it was wet, like she was having an accident and yet it was burning hot and rolled not only downwards but up her spine to her brain, making her head race and her eyes pinch tightly shut in a beautiful way. She was so happy, so very happy and she could not explain why as fresh tears of joy dribbled from her eyes. Ruggan held her, he did not move any more but as he watched her writhing beneath him with that pleasure, he grasped her cheek with a paw and then bent forward to press his lips to hers in a beautiful kiss that made Mhera gasp again in delight.

Then he shushed her, stroking her fur as she moaned like a drunk against the steady pulsing of his form into her body, her legs wobbling and happiness filling her face as he looked to their coupling. He'd be attached to her for a while, but it almost made him laugh to hear the dribbling of her juice and his cum down the edge of his cock and plopping onto the paper below. With the treaty there, Ruggan had made his promise to leave the Redwallers alone and once this coupling was over, he was going to go back and be quite happy for a good end to this curious takeover of the Juskarath....

When the experience was over and his knot came free, spilling his seed down her sodden legs, staining her tail, Ruggan stepped back to admire his work. As he watched Mhera pant and gasp upon the desk, her teats still straining upward and her snatch bloodied, raw, but oozing with his seed, Ruggan cleared his throat. He beckoned Mhera to drop onto her knees and to clean him up, gently easing her down from the table as she practically fainted against him. Her eyes were shining in utter joy as he then paused to kiss her lips gently before then encouraging her that this was all part of the process. Without question she smeared her face against his groin, his nostrils twitching at the curiously familiar and sharp scent of her own sex upon his form as she lapped it up eagerly. Ruggan then chuckled and informed her he had only one thing left to do, something to mark her as his forever and calmly he held his phallus as Mhera held her mouth open expectantly.

A strong, musky, golden stream suddenly spurted out from Ruggan's cock, pouring into her open mouth as she choked but gulped it down eagerly before leaning forward to let his boiling hot urine stain her pale belly as she rubbed his scent against her teats. She then flopped down onto her back, letting him urinate over her snatch, the fluid making it sting but the smell so intoxicating she soon had her webbed digits to her sore gash and was rubbing at herself furiously. Ruggan then pulled back, settling down upon her bed in amusement before giving a soft sigh and smiling down at the moaning and wheezing otter Abbess, knowing no one could ever think to see a holy figure like this rolling and moaning in a pool of piss as cum still oozed out of her freshly torn vagina and Ruggan gave a soft chuckle of relief.

What a way to end a very satisfactory meeting.

A month passed and Ruggan was firmly in charge of the regions owned formerly by Sawney Rath and the fox was feeling content and pleased with himself. A few Redwallers had appeared in his camp to test the treaty and he'd ensured they were aided and been shocked when he'd been gifted Damson wine by the Abbess and well, he had shared it with his best fighters and with his Seers and with Antigra. Though the head of her son was now a bleaching skull upon the doorway of Ruggan's tent, Antigra wore the fur of her son as she had been gifted with a curious amount of pride. It was almost as if he had never been her son to begin with and she was very content to spend her mornings brushing Ruggan's tail and then getting a few sucks upon his intoxicating form if she did well.

Grissoul and Ermath had calmed too, their bellies starting to get plump and both vixens knowing it was from their master's efforts. They were working together far more calmly as Grissoul had decided that she would retire from her duties to raise her cubs and agreed to aid Ermath in raising hers whenever she was needed by their master. Both of the vixens were spending each night upon the bed with Ruggan, cuddling up to an arm each and nuzzling at him lovingly as his great paws would sit upon their bellies. These would be his first cubs and he was intrigued to know what would be produced... daughters would be good for alliances, for training to be Seers and passing to rival Chieftains and perhaps even get rid of them for their father. Sons of course would be warriors but potential rivals all the same and he was less enthusiastic at the thought of a male heir. But it was upon one of these mornings that Ermath gave a soft yawn and then nuzzled her master's ear.

Within the tent, Antigra was already stoking the fire to prepare porridge for the harem's breakfast, not to mention cooking meat and eggs alongside it for her master. Her ears shifted slightly as she heard Ermath give a soft few coos of delight and then chuckled to herself as she nuzzled at Ruggan's dozing form. Antigra then brought over the breakfast she'd made for him, whispering softly for her lord to awaken and with a soft groan, Ruggan pulled himself upward from the bed with Grissoul giving a soft grunt as she flopped onto his thigh. Ruggan gave a chuckle and stroked her head before allowing Ermath to take the food to feed him as he tickled under Antigra's chin and she bent down to nuzzle his groin and coat her face in his scent as he gently opened his mouth for some egg and Ermath beamed again.

"I had a wonderful dream master... one that I must tell you of!" Ermath growled softly into his ear as she continued to feed him and his eyes flicked at her gently. They then dropped down to the form of Antigra as she began to lap around the top of his sheath and gently massage at his balls. She was not going to arouse him fully, she just wanted to clean him from his night's attentions and cover herself in his scent. It always amused him to know they loved his scent so much and Ruggan's eyes flickered toward Ermath with a soft snort of intrigue as she grinned. "It was a true vision on the strength of the Juskabor and of your future cubs... but there was something intriguing about it that I know you will appreciate..."

"Will I?" Ruggan questioned, his eyes sliding over her to look down to Antigra again as she continued to lick at the rim of his sheath, cleaning any of the dried cum from the night before on his fur. He gave a snort at the sight, dropping his paw down to stroke the stoat's white cheeks softly as she paused to look up at him with love. She was the best groomer he had, the best servant, his most faithful concubine thus far and her brain was still sharp though overcome by his scent. Ruggan could not be happier with this set up and yet he was still intrigued by the words as Ermath grinned and nodded her head. "And what would that be?"

"Simple... you will be the only vermin chieftain, the only being of your power to ever claim an Abbess... in the mind of that otter, you will be the god she worships... the idol she desires most... as you should be sire." Ermath growled softly and Ruggan could not help but give a soft sound of amusement at her words. Perhaps he would enjoy that idea... perhaps he should visit Mhera again and remind her from time to time just what their agreement was written in.

"Very good Ermath... very good."

The End