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Rokhain's Plea

There was nary a whisper in the crannies and nooks of Nekth-Tharus' temple, when a lithe otter stepped through the massive arch that represented its entrance. He didn't carry more than a small waist bag, and was clad in the traditional tribal outfit of the Copperwinds - a brown shoulder cloak that covered his left side, and a loincloth. His upper body was covered in an elaborate golden tattoo that snaked its way up to his eye, giving him a royal appearance.

Sand dropped off his shoulder cloak as the sand-otter cast his gaze about the tall chamber. It was lit only by a few even spaced torches on the columns, illuminating not the room itself, but the hieroglyphs that represented the polytheistic nature of sand-otter beliefs. Snake headed gods, star beings, immortal octopi, and numerous other powerful images dotted the columns and walls, each with their own small crevice for worship.

The otter sought one that wasn't as worshipped as the others - one far more ancient than those that Nekth-Tharus accommodated. The Copperwinds worshipped a deity known as the Slithering Wind; part snake, part otter. It held a high status in their society, known as the Lifegiver, the Seeder, or the Almighty Guardian. Well, it had been known by those names before Urth had invaded his homeland.

Now, the Copperwinds were scattered to - appropriately - the winds. Rokhain Copperwind had come to Nekth hoping to seek guidance from the priesthood, maybe a way to gain the favour that his kinsfolk had lost. Instead, he had discovered a city where all the symbols of worship had been confined to the Nekth-Tharus.

Raja Makhir the Godhater, the otter thought to himself as he made his way into the hall proper. Eradicating the 'other' gods from Nekth hadn't been Makhir's only action. His deal with Urth was to surrender the eastern dunes; an act that had led to the assimilation and subsequent destruction of the Copperwind homelands. Still, the otter tried not to hold too much of a grudge. Behold in your heart the Love that the dunes give us; wind for our fur, and water for our tongues, the Lifegiver taught, Give of your own love, that the dunes may also give to you.

As the otter found himself further in the temple, it became evident that the lack of worship wasn't the only thing wrong. Numerous symbols had been defaced, mostly those of some relation to Makhir's bloodline. Though the Lifegiver taught the Copperwinds to be kind to all, the other tribes had less... forgiving deities, and defacing the gods of Makhir's bloodline sent a clear message that no power would protect him.

"May I assist you?" a voice sounded from behind one pillar, a female otter wearing a long, priestly robe coming into sight. "You look a little lost, brother."

The sand-otter shuffled his feet in surprise, his rudder tail pressing hard against the cold stone floor to keep him from falling back. "Ah - yes. Hello! I'm - uh - my name is Rokhain Copperwind?"

The priestess gave off a warm chuckle and spread her arms in a welcoming gesture, the torchlight reflecting against a gold circle on her forehead. "I welcome you to Nekth-Tharus, Rokhain. You come in quite a strange hour, I must confess. Few seek guidance of the Others, with His Lordship's visions so prevalent."

He had gathered as much. Aside from the rest of the city lacking in god symbols, Makhir's own gods had been issued a number of statues. Plus, the preachers were on every corner of Nekth made it all the more obvious that dissent wasn't tolerated. "The... Others?"

"Mhm," the otter priestess gestured widely and shook her head. "That is what our spirits have been reduced to, brother. Orus is the only canon spirit to the Raja, and he will tolerate no worship of others. I am merely a caretaker for the scrolls here - but I will help you, should you seek satisfaction."

She began to make her way to the centre aisle, the golden circle on her forehead shimmering as she passed the candles. It was a god-symbol; displaying her allegiance to one of the many spirits of the sand-otters, but Rokhain didn't recognise it. He didn't actually care all too much - her friendly disposition had removed all the concern from his heart.

Wordlessly, the lithe otter followed the priestess. "I seek the Lifegiver, my lady. I may be one of the last of my kind - I wish to seek their guidance."

The priestess didn't reply, but the otter did notice her brow raising momentarily. She turned down a small hallway, far less illuminated than the main hall, that seemed to end in a circular chamber. Scampering afterwards, Rokhain noticed there was a large marble dome over the room, and it carried unmistaken symbolism of the Lifegiver.

"This... This is the altar?" Rokhain asked, his voice shaken just from being in the presence of such a sacred site. "Why is theirs so much... greater?"

Once more, the priestess neglected to answer, instead merely gesturing to a knee-high stone at the centre of the chamber. "This is where you will perform your ritual, brother. If the Lifegiver see's justice in your request, they may speak with you."

With nary another word uttered, she left the domed chamber and left the Copperwind otter to his own devices. There was a humidity in the air that the dune creature was unused to; it filled his nostrils, threatening to suffocate him if he didn't heave.

He knelt before the circular altar, placing his hands on the altar before him. The stone was cold, far more than he expected. Ice struck in his veins, a pulse that moved from the altar through his fingertips, rushing into his bones in a freezing, paralysing manner. He couldn't move. Ice crystals were forming along his arms, singing soft songs in his lutrine ears.

Rokhain wanted to scream. His voice ached for release, but his body refused to answer his mind's call. Unmoving as ice filled his lungs, the otter lost the fight for consciousness, darkness overtaking his mind.

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Cold... So cold...

My voice... Where is my voice...

Thoughts reverberated inside the otter's skull. A daze locked on him, and he still felt unable to move a muscle in his body. The coldness had faded, and he didn't feel as if he was sitting anymore... He wasn't certain if he was even awake.

I am... floating?

There was no light penetrating the darkness surrounding him, but he could sense something out there. Something watching him. His ears wiggled back and forth as he tried to hone in on even the smallest of sounds, but it was a smothering silence that surrounded the otter.

Help... Somebody...

A touch. A touch! Something brushed against his upper left arm, and it made his fur stand on edge. His voice escaped from his throat in a yell, and the otter jerked upwards. He felt himself get drawn into something warm and soft, like a silken veil touched by sunlight.

His paws found footing in something soft, followed by the creature losing his balance and collapsing to his knees with a cough. A blinding light filled his retinas, forcing his eyes shut as he groaned. "H... Help! Somebody...!"

Dune otters had more than a passing knowledge of the oasi of the Expanse, but this didn't feel like any oasis Rokhain had ever encountered. Was it even an oasis? He could hear distant water slurping, and was that grass sat between his paws? But how had he gone from the Nekth to an oasis?

"Questions fill your mind," a voice spoke soft, its tones silky smooth against the dune otter's eardrums. Distant voices accompanied it, but none were loud enough to interfere. "Answers you will have, Rokhain of the Copperwinds. I welcome you to my demesne."

Verily as the sun rises on the east, realisation came to the otter's mind. This was no place in the desert, nor the temple itself. Not a hidden chamber, nor a distant land. This was not the mortal plane at all. Awe filled every cell in his worn body, eyes turning skywards to look at the figure.

"Be not afraid," it told him in a soothing voice. "I have no desire to hurt you, furred one. Your journey piqued my interest, and I have been observing you for some time. Do not speak - not just yet. You wish for guidance, but you know not how to save your kin. You see the treatment the idols of my brethren suffer, but you feel no anger towards He Who Defiles. Along the path, you took care not to harm those lesser than you."

It was all true, though the otter had not paid much attention to any of it. It had all been second nature to him. He came without a plan or a plea, he only needed to know his spirit was still watching the Copperwinds. He felt no anger towards Makhir, in spite of his defilement. And he had taken care not to injure any lesser creatures in his path, knowing they struggled as badly as he.

"These are the things I taught your forebearers, Rokhain of the Copperwinds. I had, truly, not expected you to still keep to them. I admit concerns for your kin, and as you have come so far, I will permit you a chance to make your case."

"I - I..." Rokhain stammered, eyes hurting from the sheer light of whatever place he was in. "They're... They're all gone... They came in the night, destroyed the village... I got away because I was foraging, but they captured so many of my kin... Your tenets forbid us violence, what do I do?"

There was silence in response. The shape that was the Lifegiver remained unchanging - a floating mass of darkness, emanating a soothing hum that penetrated the very bones of the otter. When the words came, there was a strange allure to them. "You may love," the Lifegiver stated. "That is all. For my part, I will not permit violence in my name. But I will bargain, Rokhain of the Copperwinds. I hold sway with my brethren, and I will make your case, but I desire something of you in return."

This is it, the otter thought to himself as he tried to stand, instead collapsing onto his knees. You make a deal with a spirit, and you stick to it.

"What do you desire, Lifegiver?"

"Something of you," the being repeated, the mass seeming to pulsate as the voice carried into Rokhain's skull. "You."

It was almost paralysis that Rokhain felt in that moment. Not from poison, toxin, or injury. But allurance. Intrigue. Something in the air of whatever the Lifegiver's realm was, seemed to rope its way into his nostrils and make him so very calm. It didn't change even when the shape before him began to pulsate more heavily - tendrils peeking from the sides of the silhouette.

These tendrils slithered and flagged up and down, a slight purple tinge reflecting in them as they moved closer to the otter. He didn't feel an urge to move, even though a part of him wanted to recoil in fear. What are these things... What are they doing...?

His thoughts were interrupted as one of them slid against his knee. It sent a brief shock through his body, stimulating a gasp from his lutrine maw. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle. It didn't touch him again, but it awaited its compatriots as Rokhain's eyes darted from the tendrils to the shape. There was a face in the darkness now.

"What are you doing...?" he stammered, his heartbeat hastening as he began to understand his helplessness. "What are these... things? Why do you not have a face?"

"We have no face, Rokhain of the Copperwinds. We are the Spirits. We take whatever form that suits our task."

One of the tendrils began to prod inquisitively at the otter's brown-furred kneecap again, causing another jolt and gasp. "Ahh! Wh- What is it... doing?"

What amounted to a chuckle emanated from the shape. "Energy is a powerful thing, otter. You will see just how powerful, soon."

There was a strange, slithering noise. A bigger tendril had - somehow without being felt - wrapped around Rokhain's abdomen and began to tighten. It wasn't painful, but it did cause a bout of panic from the helpless dune otter. He managed a kick with his paw as he was lifted from the ground and into the air.

He found himself face to... whatever constituted a face in the dark silhouette. "Do you accept the bargain, Rokhain of the Copperwinds? Some of you, for the safety of your kin? If you decline, I will allow you immediate leave to the Nekth, and you may continue your life as you see fit."

One might think it a difficult choice - locked in the tendrils of some shadowy being, without guarantee of being allowed to leave again? But something told Rokhain that the Lifegiver wasn't bluffing. And he had, after all, not been hurt - even if the entrance to the realm was a bit unpleasant. "I will do your bidding, Lifegiver... Whatever you need, I will give it."

Mere seconds was all it took before the atmosphere of the demesne had shifted. Gone was the oasis, the sand dissipating upwards into the non-present atmosphere of the plane, as water receded into the ground. A wind took over, forcing the otter to close his eyes, and loosened the being's grip on Rokhain's body.

He fell, but it wasn't far. Just as quick as he was let go, he landed on a comfortable surface. A pleasant aroma penetrated his nose - cactus and raspberry? With a backing of smoldering timber? It was one of the otter's favourite scents, reminding him of the long summernights in the Copperwind's homelands, when his tribe would feast on a variety of salads.

Opening his eyes greeted him with a figure at the foot of a bed - a bed he had landed in, apparently. It was another otter, and it seemed of his own tribe. The telltale golden symbol running from his belly to his eye, but he was taller, broader... And far more handsome than Rokhain had ever thought to imagine.

"Who... Are you?" the otter stammered, inching backwards against the headboard of the bed. "Where am I?"

"I am still, and you are in a realm of my choosing. A place that is both comfortable and safe for you, where the ritual make take place without fear or discomfort. To make it more pleasing, I picked an appearance you may find rather... appealing?"

He couldn't deny that the otter standing at the foot of the bed was handsome. Well defined chest muscles, a plump sheath, a well rounded pair of furry orbs, and a gold inlaid tattoo of a serpent snaking its way around his torso that gave off a shimmer in the candlelight. Indeed, Rokhain found it impossible to suppress his excitement, his tail flicking involuntarily from side to side.

The Lifegiver's hands extended, and emerald particles sprung from his palms. It was a flurry of lights, darting around the crimson walls of the room before consolidating into a strangely elongated shape with a tapered tip. It was similar in shape to the tentacles from earlier, but far more... welcoming.

As the otter observed the emerald tentacle, it suddenly divided itself into six new limbs. They were smaller, but no dimmer. As thoughts and fantasies raced through Rokhain's mind, two of the foremost limbs gently wrapped themselves around his upper arms, lifting him just a few inches off the bed. Two of the other limbs gave the same treatment to his legs.

As he felt himself levitate over the bed with the assistance of the tentacles, the otter began to relax. He scarcely noticed the shape pulling away his loincloth, were it not for its immediate and very insistent rubbing of his sheath, sending small jolts of pleasure through his lutrine body.

"A- Ahh... That feels..."

"Oh yes," the Lifegiver muttered, eyes glowing green as he licked his maw. "Yes, indeed."

It tickled. It tickled so awfully, but in the most pleasant manner imaginable. The tapered tip of that limb kept rubbing in circles over Rokhain's sensitive sheath, seeming to respond to his rapid breathing by increasing the pacing. It was a terrific feeling - his body electric with pleasure just from the divine treatment.

Hands clenched as another tapered tip suddenly prodded under the otter's tail. He had been unprepared for that, but the same electric jolts on his sheath seemed to now emit from his sphincter, making it oh so very difficult for him to deny it. It pushed its way in, a natural lubricating making the passage far easier than he had expected.

It was so difficult for the otter to keep his attention on all the limbs at once. The tapered tip on his sheath had snuck itself into his sheath and wrapped around his member, coaxing a copious jet of precum from it that shot onto his belly, accompanied by Rokhain's gasp.

"You are quite excitable, otter," the Lifegiver stated and let off a soft hum. "Pleasures."

The atmosphere in the chamber grew thick with lust as the otter's shaft began to leave his sheath, glistening in the candlelight whilst the wiggling emerald appendage at his tailhole began to - with quite a bit more determination - push its way deeper into the lutrine tailhole. The expanding length pushed hard against the otter's prostate, eliciting another gasp and another jet of precum.

Inch by inch, the large shape expanded ever inward, pushing its way past the protestations of the internal sphincter. Rokhain could feel, and even see, the tentacle wiggling its way inwards as his belly slightly bulged out.

But just as he was getting used to the feeling, the tentacle began to retreat. It pulled back all the way, only the very tip remaining locked inside his lubricated tailhole... And then it pushed inwards again, further and further, with far greater speed than before. The feeling of the appendage travelling deep into the otter caused him to arch his back with a loud moan, his shaft twitching against his belly.

But that was the end of his shaft's freedom - it was almost immediately swallowed by the tentacle that had previously coaxed it. He struggled to fathom what was going on, but the tapered tip had turned to almost gel-like material, closing tight around his erection.

A pulse went up his spine, locking his back in an arch. The tentacle inside him was changing... It was pulsating. Waves went through it, pushing against his prostate again, again, again...

It was becoming too much. His balls ached, he wanted to thrust into the gel-like material that kept his erection at bay. He needed to. Each of those waves made his chest heave. It was too much!

With almost a scream of ecstasy, the otter's body shivered. He fired jet after jet of his lutrine seed into the gaping maw of the emerald gel, and the appendage seemed to eagerly suck it up as if it were an elixir of life. His orgasm didn't seem to want to subside - jet and jet kept firing, until his balls felt drier than they ever had before.

Darkness overtook the otter as he felt the appendage retract. He fell. There was no fear, however, and it felt more like floating than falling. A cloud of certainty devoured him, and his sight turned white...

---

"... a few days. Did hear the Scallwack opposed 'im, but who the winds care about those lizards," a distant voice complained in the darkness, its tone harsh and militant. "Ain't contributed nothing to the city, 'cept troubles. Crackscales, the lot of 'em."

A subtle wind touched Rokhain's face, bringing him back from the dark void his consciousness was trapped in. His eyes, though heavy, slowly drew open and revealed to him a small chamber. The sandstone walls were distinctly newer judging by the substantial lack of wear compared to those in the Nekth-Tharus, and he was certainly located in a strawbed, but that was about all he could tell.

Oh, and he was naked. And he did, indeed, feel as if his balls had very recently been emptied out. His head throbbed slightly, but he couldn't tell if it was from injury or the poor bedding. Nevertheless, he had to get his bearings. "Hello? Who's out there?" he called, hoping that the militant voice was friendly.

There was a sudden bustle outside the room, causing the curtain that separated it from the rest of the building to move slightly. It was pulled away by a stout looking male oryx, definitely a few heads taller than Rokhain. "Oi, yer pet's awake, Elaine!" he shouted in the same militant voice from before.

A smaller, no less stout otter woman pushed the oryx aside and rushed into the room, clasping a tub of water between her hands. "Oh! You are indeed awake, sieur! Excuse the lout, he has no manners - these desert ticks hold little in that department."

It wasn't an otter that Rokhain recognised. She didn't even bear the telltale golden tattoo that would betray her tribe. Instead, she seemed lighter in her fur, almost blonde, and her eyes were a strangely intriguing grey. The otter immediately grew aware of his nakedness and used his large tail to cover himself. "Uh - excuse... Excuse me?"

"Sieur? Oh, worry not. You are not the first we have found like this. Your confusion will pass," she said in a very kind voice as she gently dabbed Rokhain's forehead with a damp cloth. "Say, do you recall much of your whereabouts?"

The otter blinked and began to explain to the otter woman his story - albeit leaving out the more private details about his deal with the Lifegiver. She didn't seem the least bit fazed, instead she continued to dab his forehead, occasionally glancing over her shoulder at the oryx. "You are not mad, sieur Rokhain. These are strange times indeed, and the zephyr brings stranger tides. My brothers make frequent trips to the Nekth-Tharus, gathering up those deposited in their unconscious state by the spirits. We nurse them back to conscious and send them on their way."

That raised more questions for Rokhain than it answered, but he was far too exhausted to actually concern himself with them right now. He would have enough time in the coming days to ask all the questions he wanted to. For now, he had to rest...