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CHAPTER 17

The Final Interlude

Rishi sat on the couch with his paws clasped together in his lap. It was getting late and his wife took their kids with her without informing him where they were going. Rishi went to look for them, but after he couldn't find them he decided to return home and wait for them. That was three hours ago. He was beginning to worry, thoughts of them being hurt down by the shore or worse, having crossed the boundary to the Plains and been captured by Ferochens, plagued his mind. If they had crossed the border to the Plains, it might have not been by accident.

Rishi had considered the possibility that Sam might try to leave on her own, but it was a situation he tried to ignore as it gave him a sinking feeling in his gut. He'd been through too much that the thought of his wife leaving him and taking the kids with her was more pain he didn't want to deal with at the moment. Still, the day was wearing thin and dusk was on the horizon and the mouse's family was still out there, their location a mystery to the rodent.

The day after Dubois spoke with Rishi, the mouse traveled to the High Court to confirm what he had been told, much to Samantha's displeasure. Allon told the mouse that his duties to service the Court daily were indeed fulfilled and his tribute would continue on as it had for the last year. Rishi was allowed to leave when he wished and the mouse was eager enough to leave that very moment, but there was one last thing the rodent needed to know. He asked Allon if his family was safe and the cougar actually admitted to his false threat, acknowledging that his family was never in any real danger. The admittance brought relief to Rishi and moment by moment he felt his burdens getting lighter. But after returning home and considering everything, like a broken record the mouse was still reluctant to leave just yet.

"After everything you, me, and the kids have been through, you still don't want to leave yet?" Sam asked in stunned disbelief.

"We still don't have enough coin to pay for a safe trip to the city," Rishi responded in a guilt-ridden tone. "And even if we do reach the city, we'll have nothing when we get there, so we'll wind up begging for food and selling our bodies anyway for whatever little coin we can get."

There was little argument from Sam, instead choosing to belittle her husband with a glare, judging him with her eyes. Rishi didn't feel any better than she did about the situation, but he wasn't about to risk his family anymore in order to satiate his own comfort. Though her critical nature of Rishi seemed justified, Rishi believed there was nothing to worry about beyond her judging his unwillingness to act. As he sat there on that couch, wondering about the whereabouts of his family, his worry began to grow exponentially.

The sun was still setting when the doors opened and in walked Sam with Tessa and Dex close behind and a child carrier with their two fuzzies. Rishi stood and walked over to Sam, placing his hands on his hips as he looked at her with a mixture of relief and exacerbation. "Where were you?"

Sam turned to Tessa and asked her and Dex to take the twins up to the bedroom. She then turned to Rishi. "We went north."

"You went to northern Darreen? Why?"

"We went passed the northern border... towards the city."

"What?" Rishi looked back with shock.

"I've been patient with you and the High Court and everything that's happened to us in this forsaken land, but after what they have done to us, hearing you decide to stay here and continue to let Allon violate you was just... I couldn't live with that anymore. Even if he says we're safe, I wasn't gonna take that chance. So, I decided to take the kids and leave without you."

"How could you do that? They're my kids too. You can't just take them from me." Rishi was clearly upset, but as Sam's face contorted into one of guilt and sadness, Rishi's expression changed quickly to concern.

"Well... I thought we could make it. I thought we'd have a better chance out there than here in the Plains. We weren't even a mile passed the gate when I spotted a group of people that looked... unsavory. They saw us and didn't take their eyes off of us for a second. I felt so nervous that I immediately turned the kids around and headed back. They started to head towards us as we returned, so we began to jog back. When we got back to the gate, the guards didn't want to let us back in and the group of people were still coming towards us. One of the generals came by and instructed them to let us in because he knew who I was. All I could think about on the walk back was... that... you were right. There is no way we could make it on our own."

A moment of frustration came and went as the everlasting love and protection Rishi felt for his family shined through. The mouse smiled and hugged his wife who hugged him back tightly. They decided together that they'd wait a while and save up enough to secure safe passage and even rent out a place in the city. Their crops were more prolific than ever so they'd be able to make larger trades and make more money. It would take some time, but they'd manage eventually.

Rishi found great comfort over the next week in the presence of his wife and kids. He'd spent most of his time either tending to his fields, learning to raise goats, or playing with his kids. He'd also enjoyed time alone with Sam, but the last two months had all but destroyed his sexual appetite. Sam was understanding, but admitted to being somewhat jealous that he was saving himself for the Royal Court. Rishi had to assure her that he wasn't saving himself, that he would be giving his body to them and felt no desire for sexual release with them. He was still willing to pleasure his wife and spent every minute in bed together focusing on her.

Eventually, the time came when Rishi was required once again to continue his tribute for the Royal Court. Rishi was so nervous going back, having spent two months suffering daily unwanted sexual encounters, that he had Sam walk with him to the High Court and wait for him until he finished. It gave the mouse the encouragement that he needed, but once inside, he was alone and his nerves were firing rapidly. He did his best to hide his feelings, but he shook noticeably for all to see and they all showed signs of sympathy. Allon held out a paw and asked Rishi to come forward. The mouse took the cougar's paw and followed him to his chamber.

Once alone, the mouse was instructed to strip and lie down on his back on the bed. Rishi complied, expecting the usual treatment of a long and slobbery make-out session, lots of sniffing, cleaning, countless pummels from the lord's enormous cock inside his rectum followed by two or three orgasms, and a final cleaning of Allon's dick by the mouse's tongue. Every moment his wife was away, the mouse felt more and more alone and at the mercy of the giant feline before him. If the last two months have taught him anything, it's that regardless of the choices he has, he is a submissive to this dominant individual.

Things went a little differently, however, as Allon climbed on the bed and focused on Rishi's left leg. The cougar began rubbing it softly, staring down at it contemplatively, his paws running along the lengths of the scars he'd left the mouse. Though he was more confused than anything, Rishi was still a little scared at what the lord might do, his fixation on his former abuse unusual and unnerving. The cougar then looked down at Rishi, making the mouse's heart beat faster. Here we go, he thought, expecting the making out to begin. Instead, he just hovered there and stared down at the scars on Rishi's face. There were three long strips of furless flesh that crossed diagonally across the mouse's face, two of which crossed directly over Rishi's eye. Fortunately, his eye didn't take any direct damage, but that did little to alleviate the rodent's discomfort. Allon stared for a few moments down at the result of his angry outburst, his face hinting at sadness.

Rishi looked up confusedly at his lord, wondering what he had planned. "Um, my lord- I'M SORRY! I mean Lord Allon!" He was quick to correct himself, worried the lord might not take kindly to the mouse's blunder of his requested title. "Um, what are- I mean, when are you-"

"Ssssshhhhhh."

Rishi quieted down as the cougar shushed him and let the larger feline do what he wanted, though he didn't feel any more nervous than he did before. The lord's shushing came out without a sense of harshness and more calming than the rodent thought his lord capable of. After another uncomfortable moment of the feline staring at his scar, Allon began petting the scratched area with the back of his paw. Still confused, Rishi lay there still worried that the puma might be contemplating something uncomfortable, to say the least. After several long, soft pets, the cougar leaned forward and began lapping at the scarred area, confusing the rodent even more. The licks were gentle and careful, like a mother licking the wounds attained by her cubs. Still confused and still worried, the mouse just laid there and took it.

Once his face was slick with puma spit, Allon lifted his head back up and looked deep into Rishi's eyes. "Rishi..." The cougar opened his muzzle to speak, but nothing came out, as if he was uncomfortable with saying what was on his mind. That was certainly a first for the lord. In the 14 months they'd been sleeping together, Rishi had never known Allon to be reluctant to speak his mind. But this time, the cougar didn't finish his thought and instead cradled Rishi's head in one paw and wrapped his other arm around Rishi's waist, lowering his body and holding him in a close embrace. The puma's head rested by Rishi's as his paws began kneading the mouse's head and back. Soon, he started rubbing his cheeks against Rishi's like a feral cat spreading its scent.

Rishi went from confused and worried to outright terrified. Since the events two months ago, he's used predictability and habit to make it through his sex sessions, but that wasn't applicable right now since the cougar was behaving erratically. To the mouse, this was outright weird. _Was he in heat again? Was he going to abuse me again? Was he still angry at me?_These thoughts ran through his mind and he was frightened of the truth. Of course, the thought did cross his mind that the cougar might just be displaying a much more tender side that he had never experienced. That seemed to be confirmed when the lord started purring loudly, throaty vibrations ringing right next to the mouse's ear.

Still concerned over why the lord was doing this, Rishi decided to embrace the moment, and the lord, in the hopes that his concerns were unfounded. He maneuvered his arms under the lord and wrapped them around his waist. The return gesture seemed to work as Allon's purrs grew logarithmically in volume. They grew so loud that Rishi's ears started to hurt, forcing him to curl his ears back and contort his face in discomfort. The cougar continued to rub his face against the mouse's, holding him tighter and massaging his head and back. Uneasiness aside, the warmth from the cougar emanating off his furry body acted like a blanket for the mouse and Rishi found comfort in the feline's body heat. If this was all the lord wanted to do, then Rishi would have no problem coming in week in and week out, but the mouse knew it would never end there.

Sure enough, after several long minutes of exchanging body heat and earth shaking purrs, Allon finally lifted himself off of Rishi, but he kept his body close. Rishi looked up into the lord's eyes and thought that this was the moment the cougar would finally begin his make-out session. He could tell he wanted it as the puma's mouth hung open slightly and quivered as a small string of saliva dribbled from his lips. Allon just licked his lips and brought a paw to rest on Rishi's chest. He then pulled back, moving down between Rishi's legs while dragging his paw down Rishi's torso, wading through the mouse's fur. Before he reached his genitals, his paws diverted to cupping the rodent's waist as his muzzle moved down to underneath the mouse's scrotum. Rishi lifted his legs to allow easier access to his anus, still a bit perplexed by the cougar's conduct. Allon moved his muzzle against Rishi's tailhole, sniffing the musky rosebud before licking away at it hungrily. His muzzle was pressed firmly against Rishi's buttocks, his tongue going to town on the mouse's asshole, coating the outside and inside with copious amounts of cougar spit. His purring was still excessively loud and strong and Rishi felt the vibrations on his nether region, specifically his anus and his prostate.

Rishi could take the physical treatment, as he has spent the last 14 months training to. He could take the anal assault and being bred like a female without much issue. And despite his distaste for it, so long as he was calm and levelheaded he could push aside his aversion to the tastes and smells the court members produced. What always came back to haunt him, though, was the effect the sessions would sometimes have on his body and right now the cougar's rimming was having an effect. The vibrations stimulated his erogenous zones and he felt his cock begin to fill with blood, much to the mouse's dismay. He felt so self-conscious getting hard whenever he was in bed with the feline's, as if he was cheating on his wife.

Fortunately, the cougar pulled his tongue out of Rishi's asshole, leaving it wet and cold with saliva. The puma pulled his face up and sniffed Rishi's junk, moaning before moving back over the mouse's body. The large feline face approaching his sent shivers of fright through the mouse's body. There was nothing threatening about the lord's expression, but the sheer size of his head was enough to make the mouse nervous, which did not help his growing erection. If anything it made it worse and his cock slowly grew harder and harder, making the mouse even more uncomfortable.

Once in a proper position, the cougar reached under the small of Rishi's back and lifted his hips off the bed. He then pointed his rock hard dick straight at the mouse's tight sphincter and pressed forward, the rodent holding his breath for the initial insertion. Allon pushed forward slowly, opening up the mouse's anus without much resistance, but still garnering hisses of pain from the mouse. The cougar slowed down a bit, giving the mouse a moment to get used to the burning sensation before continuing to press forward, burying his rod deeper and deeper into Rishi's bowels, the feline barbs raking along the intestinal walls, stimulating him further and further and increasing the mouse's shame. Allon got the usual nine inches of feline cock embedded inside the rodent rectum as he positioned himself above Rishi, holding himself up by one paw while the other remained under Rishi's back. Rishi just looked up at Allon, his ass feeling full and the burning pain in his ring slowly fading. The mouse gripped the sheets and gulped nervously as he anticipated the standard ass pounding he always received. Allon just looked back at the rodent below, not with lust or sadism, but with longing and passion.

The cougar then pulled out a good four inches of his meaty organ out of Rishi's ass before pushing it back in again. He did it again and again, building up a slow and methodical rhythm and like everything else tonight it was not what Rishi was used to. It always started out slow so both partners could get used to the sensation, but would eventually pick up in pace to an amorous, bed-pounding speed. Instead, Allon kept it slow, pulling out gently and slowly pushing back in, moaning with lust, but in a way that one might argue would be heard from a lover having passionate, savory sex with his partner. Rishi's confusion persisted, but luckily he was distracted enough that his penis was no longer stiffening. The feeling of the cougar's cock against his prostate prevented it from fully receding, but to the mouse's pleasure he no longer felt like he'd wind up cheating on Samantha.

Allon continued to slowly thrust his member in and out of Rishi's colon, building up his climax much more gradually than usual. The entire time, the cougar stared down into Rishi's eyes, mouth slightly agape with seductive passion in his features and quiet moans escaping his soft, wet lips. The mouse was feeling rather uncomfortable with the way the feline stared at him, but differently, as with everything else, than normal. This time, there was something in the way the puma looked at him that Rishi couldn't quite comprehend. To the mouse, the expression on Allon's face hinted at something beyond mere lust and wanton desire. While to him, the expression indicated more personal feelings, the mouse couldn't help but think of his wife and kids. The mouse considered that Dubois may have been lying about Allon's threat against his family, but even if he was telling the truth, there was no way the lord could hold any kind of feelings for the rodent. No one would make such blanket threats against someone they had affectionate feelings for, or so he thought.

Allon's panting increased, his purrs and moans of pleasure growing louder and louder. His thrusts picked up in speed, mildly, but were still as soft and gentle as ever. He soon began gritting his teeth, never taking his eyes off of the mouse below him. Before long, he shut his eyes, arched his back, and completely plugged Rishi's back hole, ejecting his load into the mouse's inner depths. He gave a few more thrusts that were a bit rougher, but still not too harsh. He was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling with each fast breath as his cock bobbed a little while stuck in Rishi's tailhole. His let his muzzle hang open as a string of saliva escaped his muzzle and dribbled down, landing on Rishi's neck. After a moment, the cougar looked back down at the mouse below him, licking his lips and just staring at Rishi. Rishi was a bit more certain that there was something going on in that feline mind of his, but he couldn't quite figure it out.

Allon leaned forward again, licking at Rishi's facial scars once more, purring softly. He pulled back and stared into Rishi's eyes, only a couple inches away from his muzzle, before leaning forward and pressing their muzzles together in a soft, passionate kiss. This is what Rishi was waiting for, but the theme of the evening was odd and unconventional and that's what Allon gave him. The cougar's tongue never parted their lips, not even leaving his maw. Allon picked him up off the bed, holding him up in his arms with his free paw cradling his head. Their lips stayed connected for at least a minute before the puma pulled his lips away, leaving nothing but a confused look in the rodent's eyes. After a moment, the lord laid the mouse down on the bed, grabbing him behind the knees, and slowly pulled his thick, veiny member out of the rodent's anus.

Once free, Rishi felt a small amount of the cougar lord's seed seep out of his sphincter and stain his backside. He expected the lord to clean it, after which he'd be cleaning up his lordship, but the cougar let the mouse's legs fall to the side so Allon could softly caress the rodent's soft buttocks. After that, he stood up off the bed.

"Alright, you're done for this week," he said to the mouse, garnering still more confusion.

Rishi sat up and furrowed his brow. "That's it? Well... don't you want me to clean you first?"

Allon turned to him and smiled. "Do you want to clean me?"

Rishi then noticed the smell permeating up to his nose from his butt, the scent of cum, cock, and ass all rolled into one, and Rishi was not in a particular hurry to lick that up. However, in order to please his lordship for the last two months, he had to act as if he were happy to oblige. He didn't want to risk angering his lordship, despite the fact that he seemed almost incapable of anger at the moment, the mouse wasn't willing to risk it.

"I'd... I'd be happy to clean you off, my lo- I mean, Lord Allon."

The smile faded from the cougar and Allon went back to Rishi, leaning on the bed and staring at him, making the mouse nervous. "Remember the first time we did this, Rishi? I told you not to lie to me. When I ask you a question, don't be afraid to be honest."

Rishi did remember that, but then two months ago he told him he didn't want to be reminded that he didn't like it. The cougar is saying too many things contrary to other things he's said. He was confused, lost, and honestly a little annoyed, but at the moment he wanted honesty. "Well..." he cleared his throat, "... honestly, I'd rather not."

Allon smiled again and chuckled. "Well, I've got four guards under my charge who'd love to clean me up, so I think I'll give them a treat. We're done for now, though, so go offer yourself to the Royal Guard."

_I don't particularly want to be here at all. I especially don't want you shoving your dick up my ass,_Rishi thought to himself, but he kept that bit of honesty to himself. He figured the cougar lord knew that well enough, but if he was willing to let him go without shoving his dick in his mouth, that's still a win for the evening. Rishi shuffled off the bed and stood up, a little more cougar semen seeping out of his anus and creeping down his thigh. Allon had walked over to his desk and grabbed a small washcloth from one of the drawers.

Rishi walked around the bed and bowed respectfully, his soiled backside tingling with a light, burning pain as he did. "Thank you, Lord Allon."

Allon turned to the mouse and smiled wide. "Thank you. I'll put your clothes out on my seat for you when you're done."

Rishi bowed again. "Thank you."

Allon gave a little head nod to the small mouse and Rishi left the lord's bedchamber. He strolled into the main hall slightly bowlegged, less because of the stretching his taihole got and more because of cum-matted fur soaking his rump. Despite the higher than normal heat of the season, there was a cool breeze on the inside of the Great Hall that made the ejaculate on Rishi's butt cold to the touch. He offered himself to the rest of the court members as instructed.

Amarro was the first to accept, taking Rishi into his room and laying him on his paws and knees. The lion spent a good deal of time sniffing out Rishi's ass before eating him out hungrily. After that, he mounted the rodent with all eight inches and plowed him long, but not hard. Like with Allon, his thrusts were softer than normal, but the lion made no attempt to lessen his pleasure. He pulled six, maybe even seven inches out before pushing back in to the hilt, the feline sheath pressing against the rodent's stretched, but still wrinkled, rosebud. Amarro came a short time later and passed the mouse off to Kish. Kish acted similarly to Amarro, sniffing and eating his back end before mounting him like a bitch. Unlike the lion, the tiger spent a good deal of time during his pelvic pummels lapping away at the back of Rishi's ear tenderly. Rishi was beginning to feel less like a cheap whore and more like a pet... that the Royal Court has sex with. Rishi wasn't sure which prospect disturbed him more.

Jarai took him third and ate out Rishi as Amarro and Kish did, his muzzle pressing hard against Rishi's ass cheeks before flipping him onto his back and taking his soft, used ass. Jarai was the only one of the court to make out with Rishi the way the mouse expected. He stuck his tongue deep into Rishi's muzzle, shoving it down his throat and causing him to gag a little. As the lynx's tongue explored Rishi's maw, the rodent got a nice, intense sample of what Jarai had for 'dinner.' He could distinguish the whole menu; his used and abused anus, the meaty taste of Jarai's saliva, and the ejaculate from all three previous partners. Rishi winced at the taste, the pungent flavor spreading through his sensitive muzzle, but still diluted and far from unbearable given what's gone into his mouth in the past. Jarai came rather quickly, but was still much more gentle than he had been in the past, holding Rishi in his arms in a way reminiscent of how Allon held him.

Rishi finished by asking Dubois if he wanted him for tribute. The cheetah had refused for the last two months and Rishi thought the cheetah would refuse again and sure enough, he did. Though they'd spoken about it before, Rishi never bought the cat's reason for denying Rishi's body. The expression on the mouse's face became a little sad, or guilty, at Dubois' refusal.

"Sir Dubois, I- I've pleasured everyone else," Rishi told the cheetah. "I don't want to be responsible for leaving a member of the Royal Guard unfulfilled."

Dubois tried to refuse again, unbeknownst to the mouse the cheetah fought hard against his animal instincts to mate the mouse. However, if there was one thing the feline couldn't win against it was his nose and Rishi was a hodgepodge of aromatic richness. The sweaty musk of a mouse, the fragrant odor of male ass, and the orgasmic essence of four different felines all mixed together into a single odoriferous smell that drove the cheetah to desperation. So much so that he couldn't hold back his sexual drive any longer.

"Damn you and your sexy allure!" he said facetiously to the mouse.

He commanded Rishi onto his stomach and he did so as Dubois got down behind him and began sniffing his anus, driving him mad with lust. He whiffed the rodent's rump, a wet and sloppy mixture of cat cum and sweat, for several minutes, elevating his arousal as high as it would go before finally shooting his muzzle forward into Rishi's ass. He shoved so hard the mouse toppled forward. Dubois had to grab his thigh and pull him back, holding him in position as he ate out the rodent's butt. His mouth was literally trying to engulf the mouse's rump as his tongue descended as far as it would go into the depths of Rishi's colon. The mouse found the sensation awkward, disconcerting, but also mildly enjoyable. Dubois moaned loudly as he suckled away at the wet ass, reaching between his legs, undoing the buckle on his pants, and pulling them down to reveal his rock hard member. He began stroking it for a moment before a deep voice was heard approaching.

"Get your paws of your dick, green boy," Amarro said.

Rishi craned his neck to see Amarro kneeling down with his face between Dubois' legs as he took the cheetah's cock into his muzzle and started sucking him off. Dubois doubled his efforts on suckling on Rishi's anus while the lion pleasured him. This had never happened with him before, but he wasn't about to complain. The evening started out rather weird, so it seemed the evening would end weird as well. Dubois never let go of Rishi's bottom, eating away the entire time Amarro sucked his dick. Rishi felt a twinge of pain as Dubois' non-retractable claws gripped his thigh when he came in Amarro's mouth. During his climax, his tongue stayed buried in Rishi's rectum with his maw trying to swallow the mouse butt first.

After a moment, Dubois finally retracted his tongue and rolled onto his back as Amarro released his cock and sat back on his haunches. The cheetah smacked his lips and moaned in pleasure as his tongue lolled out of his mouth. Rishi looked back at the spotted feline, who held himself in a hug, amazed at what was going on. After over a year of sex with these men, they still had new things to try.

After a moment, Dubois opened his eyes and smiled at Rishi. "Thank you, mousy. That was a lot of fun." He turned to Amarro. "And thank you for helping me focus on the mousy's tasty ass."

The lion smiled back at the cheetah and gave a playful growl. The cheetah chirped back at him and held his ears back like a helpless prey. Amarro smiled a sadistic grin at the younger feline and Dubois curled back his paws in a defensive manner. Rishi was absolutely befuddled by what was going on.

Finally, the lion turned to Rishi and said, "Alright, I think you've fulfilled your duty for the week. Allon put your clothes on his chair. Get dressed and head on out. We'll see you in a week."

Rishi stood up slowly, bowing to the lion who nodded in his direction before he crawled over to Dubois and hovered over him like Allon did to him earlier. Rishi watched the pair play predator and prey with one another while he stood and watched, confused and thinking to himself, Wasn't that supposed to be me? He wasn't gonna say anything, as this meant he was able to leave with minimal effort on his part. He even managed to avoid orally pleasuring any of the court members. True, he did get a taste of cum when he made out with Jarai, but it was highly diluted and to the mouse it counts.

He got dressed and bowed to Jarai and Kish who were watching the lion dominate the cheetah on the floor near Dubois' room. Rishi didn't stay to watch, but he did walk away with a confused look on his face. Ever since he started this, he's been used like a sex object, a toy for the Identine felines to get their rocks off. Now, he's walking away barely feeling his asshole from the stretching it received, the smell nowhere near as bad as it has been in the past, and never having gotten a direct sample of a court member's seed in his muzzle. All in all, the night was one of the more bearable tributes he had to give.

Once he got outside, he saw Sam waiting for him. They hugged and Sam took note of Rishi's scent, quickly telling him that the first thing he was gonna do when they got home was take a bath. Sam never asked Rishi about what happened and even if she did, Rishi had no intention of going into details. He did tell her, though, that it was a weird night and that none of them took him more than once. He didn't bother telling her what he thought he saw in Lord Allon's face while he was fucking him, so he pushed it to the back of his mind.

The following months of tributes went similarly for the mouse. Rishi expected things to go back to a sense of normalcy, reasoning that the last week was an odd, bizarre experience, like a cool down for Allon after two months of endless sex with Rishi, and to a degree he was right. Allon went back to making out with Rishi constantly, his endless spit practically drowning the rodent. Similarly, Rishi went back to orally pleasuring the court members and even cleaning their members from time to time. But to another degree, things had changed permanently. All of the court felines were much gentler in their treatment of Rishi while they fucked him, whether taking his ass or his muzzle. They also only came once when they took him, often with two at a time taking one end or the other to finish his tribute faster. Much like Dubois did, whenever someone went last, on occasion they would eat out Rishi while another member would suck him off or even mount the feline that was eating Rishi.

Above all, Rishi couldn't shake the feeling that Allon was hiding something from him as every time they were together the cougar barely said a word and spent a great deal of time just holding him. Did he feel guilty for what he'd done? Did he just really enjoy the mouse's company? Was he drunk? Rishi couldn't tell but as time went on he started to wonder if he was wrong earlier when he thought the lord couldn't hold stronger feelings for him. If that was the case, than Rishi had to tread carefully so as not to be offensive and risk angering Allon again. Seeing the effect first hand of what a pissed of cougar lord looks like, the mouse didn't want to experience that again.

For some time, Rishi feared going back each week, pondering if the best thing for him to do was to just take his wife and kids and just leave. After his sessions with the Royal Court, though, his mind became distracted with thoughts of the lord's intent and whether or not he was still in danger. His apprehension lessened a bit and instead of fear he felt disgust with himself for continuing to go along with this. Yet every week he returned home without a bruise, without any new scars, and always able to walk home upright and pain-free.

The true test came when Allon and his guards returned to Gellikor for the annual trip back home. Like before, all natives of Darreen must present their tribute for four weeks at once either before the lord leaves for Gellikor or after they return. For Rishi, the last time that happened meant that he became a fuck toy for a bunch of sex-crazed, heat-driven wild animals. The mouse feared it would happen again and if it did, to him it meant nothing new had truly changed. But when he came for his tribute the week before they left, Allon and his men decided instead that Rishi would pay his tribute simply by making each member of the Royal Guard cum twice, something he hadn't done in months. It seemed a fair trade and Rishi obliged each member, who took one orifice or the other two at a time to speed up the process. Allon took him last and kept him in his bedchamber for over an hour, refusing to climax even once until he was tired of holding him. Allon kept his cock buried inside Rishi for some time until Rishi finally explained what it means to have a mouse's bladder. After letting him use his chamber pot, they continued with his tribute and after cumming for the second time, Allon said something to Rishi that truly surprised him.

"Rishi," the cougar said, looking into the mouse's eyes as he squirted out the last of his sperm into Rishi's intestines. "I've given orders to my men that once we return, if we're in a state like we were last year, if we're in heat, you are not allowed to come anywhere near us."

Rishi was shocked to hear the lord say that. The mouse knew the lord and his men would happily take him if they returned to a state of heat and Allon even said once that the well-being of his men was not worth his shame and that he would rather force himself onto Rishi than allow such pain to be allowed. Now, he was giving direct orders to prevent that very thing from happening. Something had changed, something was happening with the Royal Court and it was benefiting the mouse greatly, all things considered.

On the home front, things were more of a mixed bag. After the rather bizarre encounter with the Royal Court members, Rishi felt comfortable enough, and eager enough, for sexual release. Much to his wife's gratification, they spent a good hour and a half in bed that evening, touching each other, fondling parts of each other's bodies in ways they hadn't been touched in months. Rishi took his wife and mated her long and hard, cumming three times before giving in to fatigue. All of this happened, of course, after Rishi took a long, hot bath to wash away the stink of feline sex.

Things went the same way for weeks afterward with Rishi leaving for his weekly service to Allon and his guards and coming home to be greeted by his wife where they could satiate the mice's erotic appetite. During Rishi's two months of punishment, there was a lack of upkeep with the farm and some crops were lost, but there were still enough for the Winslow's to increase their trade with merchants and save up more money than the previous year. Rishi thought ahead and realized they wouldn't have enough to pay for travel to the city next year and would take at least one more cycle before they could leave. This was a bit disheartening for Sam to hear, but her husband was in good enough spirits, so she felt she could handle it if he could.

As the months moved on, Sam and Rishi's relationship began to change. Rishi, feeling hot and horny for his wife after coming home from pleasuring the Identine felines, was eager for his wife's body, her scent, her vuluptuous form, her hot, moist pelvic lips. Sam, however, had become somewhat incensed that her husband was finding his sex drive after spending time mating with their captors. Rishi tried to explain that things had changed and they had become much more gentle, but all it did was increase Sam's feelings of jealousy. Eventually, the smell of feline cum and sweat became such a turn off that after every tribute, Rishi would have to satiate his lustful appetite by himself.

They would still share each other's bodies during the week, taking a couple of days after the tribute to cool down before heating up the bedroom again. Rishi used this as proof that he didn't need to feel a cat inside of him to be turned on her by Sam's gorgeous body. Sam started feeling a bit guilty for having assumed her husband was finding pleasure from his time spent with the Royal Court. This arrangement continued for several weeks, but eventually the fatigue of pleasuring both his wife, his lordship, and his lordship's men had caught up to him. Figuring, in blatantly boorish term, that sex with Samantha was optional but sex with the Royal Court was not, Rishi began skipping weeks of mating with his wife. Sam's guilt dissipated once again to be replaced with jealousy and anger. Rishi apologized every time, explaining that he got no pleasure out of his time with the felines, but that what was expected of him in bed, both with them and with her, took a lot of effort. Sam responded crassly with, and later regretted saying, that she couldn't understand how any man wouldn't get pleasure from humping another lump of fur and flesh, no matter what genitals were attached. Rishi didn't respond, but he did say inwardly that her claim was unfounded as he in fact didn't do any humping, but rather was forced to just lie there and let the other men do the work. So, the mouse was getting fatigued from lying still and doing nothing. Now it was Rishi's turn to feel guilty.

As the days continued on, each getting colder and colder as winter got closer, Sam's feelings of discontent with her husband began to wane, recognizing the difficult position the male mouse was in. It seemed that no matter what tribulations the couple had to cope with, they always found a way to look past their disparaging feelings and recuperate their love for each other. The highlight of this most unquiet time of their life was their two older children, Tessa and Dex, and their twins, Jimson and Danson. Both Tessa and Dex's birthdays came and went and they prepared to celebrate the twins as well. It would be a couple weeks and Allon and his men would return before then, but at the moment, Sam and Rishi were both content with the way their lives were going. Additionally, since leaving for Gellikor, Rishi had found his stamina returning quite vigorously and Sam was quite happy with the males virility. They knew that once the court returned, Rishi would wind up returning to a more tired state, but they both wanted to just savor the freedom.

The court returned to Darreen and Rishi learned quickly that the felines were not in heat this time, which was positive for the whole of the Plains, negative for Rishi who still owed every member an extra orgasm. The night Rishi paid his tribute to the court, Allon showed just how delighted he was to see him and quickly took him to his room to be first. The mouse's services were handled as they had been recently, with him being told to strip and lay down on the bed. He did so, on his front, as Allon spent an inordinate amount of time sniffing his scent behind his ears, his neck, his back, and his butt before finally sodomizing him.

What happened during the mating session would shock the rodent and would become the first domino in a series of events that would ultimately change the mouse's life. Allon was on top of Rishi, one arm around the mouse's chest, another around his waist. The cougar's thrusts were short and slow as he pulled in and out of the mouse's colon, his head resting on top of the rodent's. Rishi watched a drop of saliva drip down onto the bed next to his head, except to the rodent the drop seemed far less viscous than the sticky substance the cougar normally produced. Another drop fell down Rishi's temple and coursed through his fur down his cheek. Curious, the mouse stuck his tongue out and lapped up the drop, tasting not the meaty flavor of cougar spit, but the universally salty taste of tears.

Rishi's eyes went wide as he realized the lord was actually crying. When he tried to turn his head to get a better look, Allon changed positions, moving his head and placing right over the mouse so he couldn't see the cougar lord's face. The puma continued to fuck Rishi until he came, but after he was finished, he pulled out and walked away, keeping his back to the mouse.

"Um... I don't think I'm gonna finish a second time. We'll finish your due next week. For now, you're finished here. Go ahead and offer your tribute to the others."

Rishi said little, but thanked the lord and left, his mind racing with perplexing thoughts. His tribute to the guard was nothing special. They each took him two at a time, trading off after one climax. Kish and Amarro went first with the tiger taking Rishi's maw and the lion taking his tailhole, then Jarai and Dubois with Jarai taking his muzzle and Dubois taking his ass. After they were finished, they switched it up, Amarro taking his muzzle and Kish taking his anus, then Dubois taking his mouth and Jarai taking his ass. On the way home, Rishi could barely concentrate on the taste in his mouth and the smell of Jarai's overpowering musk as he was so focused on what happened with Allon. The cougar had never shown himself to be so emotional, at least outside of anger and lust, so it just seemed so out of character to the mouse. But the real excitement came when he got home and revealed what happened to Sam.

"So he cried," she said. "Who cares? Let him cry his eyes out. It won't do anything to pay either of us back for what he did. I will never forgive him."

Rishi was a bit frustrated with his wife. "I'm not asking you to forgive him! Look at my face," he said pointing to the scars. "You think I've forgiven him for this? Every time I look at myself in the mirror, I see these. I'm reminded all the time of what he did to me, what he did to us. Whenever I see you, hold you in my arms, I'm reminded of what they did to you just for protecting our children. Don't misunderstand me Sam. I'm not forgiving any of them. I could never forgive them." Sam pouted, but listened to her husband.

"All I'm saying is that it was weird. Allon always acted as if he were in control, like he owned me, never really caring if he was hurting me. Then, after threatening my wife and kids, he suddenly changes his attitude, tries harder than ever not to hurt me, and now, after returning for four weeks, his first evening with me... and he starts crying... like some commoner. It just doesn't seem right. I'm not rationalizing it and I'm certainly not feeling sorry for him. I don't know what's going on, but something really is just not right with our lord."

Sam let out a sigh. "And this really doesn't bother you?"

Rishi thought for a moment. "No, it doesn't. Allon is the lord of the Plains. He could do whatever he wanted with me if he wanted to, but he hasn't. He's restrained himself. Why? I don't know. But he hasn't hurt me or any of you and that's what's most important. He's admitted that he lied about his threat and promised that you would all be safe, regardless of what I do."

"Well, he's said things like this before and then betrayed his own word when it became convenient for him. You really think he won't do it again?"

Rishi breathed deeply and let out a long sigh, shaking his head softly with a look of disappointment on his face. "No."

The following week, Allon made Rishi pay back what he owed in tributes as he suggested, this time without shedding a tear. Allon was beaming this week and Rishi still couldn't quite put it together that it was nothing more than his mere presence that was affecting the lord in this way. The twins birthday came and it was a bit more solemn than either Sam or Rishi had wished. Their uncertainty for the future, rather than any sense of dread or sorrow, was causing their feelings to sink a bit on the first anniversary of their third and fourth children's birth. But they pushed through their emotional turmoil, put on a brave face for the sake of their kids, and enjoyed a day of sunshine, small gifts, and an evening dinner that included many separate dishes, like roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, grilled carrots, fruit salad, and many other items shared among friends. Priesto, the rat that Rishi not too long ago hated with a passion, was now contributing a great deal of assistance to the Winslows whenever they needed it.

The weeks continued on as predicted, with Rishi falling back into a state of fatigue from amorous activities and Sam trying her hardest to be understanding for her husband. Unfortunately, as time went on things only got harder and harder. Spring came around and Rishi became obsessed with tending the fields. Eventually, instead of skipping a week of having sex with Sam, he'd skip two, reasoning that it was more important to prepare the fields to maximize crop yield than to worry about sex. To Samantha, it was interpreted as Rishi not caring enough to show that he loved his wife and Rishi interpreted her reaction to his prioritizing the farm over sex as her seeing him the same way the Royal Court does: a sex object. This drove the couple further apart.

With problems at home weighing on his mind, Rishi became distracted during his sessions with the Royal Court. He did his best to hide his preoccupation, but it was obvious to any who'd look upon him. In his mind, his requirement to pay for his land with sex was what was causing the rift between him and his wife and as Rishi began his session with Allon, his resentment for the lord grew rapidly. His bitterness held firm towards the members of the Royal Guard until he left, leaving him agitated and hesitant to return home to the woman he had to disappoint once more. And then things started to change.

One particular week, Rishi went to make his tribute, flush with indignation over having to continue this undignified treatment. As his offering came close to its end, his apprehension with returning home grew and he began to wish that the night would continue on. Unfortunately, the session finished abruptly and he made his way home to once again deal with a disenfranchised wife. The following week, he returned to sell himself, filled with regret and anxiety, but after a short time in bed with the felines, his thoughts drifted back to life at home and his feelings became conflicted.

Week after week, he sought refuge from the problems at home wherever he could find them and the High Court was becoming a regular sanctuary. Rishi's mind was becoming more and more scrambled at the prospect of what was happening. The lord and his men, the very people that were keeping him on a leash to service them in ways he found distasteful, were treating him warmly and happily welcoming. At home, his wife, the mother of his children and the woman with which he's shared his entire life with, has become hostile, uncompromising, and speaks to him as if what he was doing was for his own benefit. No matter how many times Rishi reminded her that he was doing this for her and their children, she would never discard the possibility that the mouse was finding pleasure in mating with cats.

Summer came and Rishi kept his mind occupied by focusing almost entirely on his field when he wasn't attending the kids or his lord and loyal guards. Rishi was conflicted with honoring his duty to the Royal Court now more than ever before. He couldn't accept that he was finding solace from the hardships of home life in the arms and beds of other men. He felt obligated to do all he could to repair his broken relationship with Samantha, even offering to start sleeping with her multiple times a week again. However, Sam was disinterested, sullied by the fact that Rishi was still sharing himself with Allon and the guards. Until he finished pandering to the deviant sexual cravings of the feline royal members, Sam declared she wasn't interested in sharing Rishi's body. Rishi's spirits began to sink again and considering they were coming upon the second anniversary of the day Rishi started offering himself to the Royal Court, it wasn't something the mouse needed to deal with at the moment.