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Year of the Tiger Chapter Two: Sweeter Tastes
🕑 Added 2022-05-12 21:04:22 +0000 UTCPrevious Chapter///Next Chapter
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Perhaps of all the deities, Fian was the most focused on food. Every single meal that she consumed was particularly ordered and prepared. While she didn’t devour such portions like she did her first night back on Earth, the volumes were always substantial. Although every one of her four mice confidants knew how to cook, bake, and prepare meals, Baxter and Sebastian were the main chefs that she relied on.
On this particular day, Sebastian had taken it upon himself to prepare a special valentine’s day meal for the tiger goddess, themed so that most of everything was a shade of red and in the shape of a heart. Fian found visual arrangements and aesthetics to be almost as pleasant as consuming her meals, often describing the art of presentation as a flavor in of itself.
The clock had just struck nine in the evening when the mouse rolled his loaded cart into the tiger goddess’s private quarters from the elevator. Though it was technically a bedroom, the vastness of its volume gave it the appeal of a suite with couches adorning the space amid many other fixtures. It was also the only thing that made up the top story of the four-leveled mansion.
Sebastian was a proud mouse that didn’t like undertaking tasks that he didn’t feel were worthwhile or propose ideas he didn’t think should be considered. When he set to a task he completed it to the best of his ability, which made those that he personally undertook to accomplish that much more special. Distinguished from the others as being the tallest, he still resembled them in general stature with his most defining feature being his short hair that he styled to have a wave that tapered to a single curl in the front.
Under normal circumstances, all mice were required to wear formal clothes to denote their status and duties since they were the ones that interacted with everyone else beyond the mansion’s confines, as well as all other staff came and went over the years. The tiger goddess, on the other hand, barely ever wore anything. She hated almost everything that constricted her fur and clung to her body. Because of this, she did all she could to avoid events that would have her leaving her abode, and if she had to then she preferred the bare minimum of what was socially acceptable.
Fian lied lazily on her side atop the king-sized bed opposite from where Sebastian entered. Not too far away was a fully stocked bar, from which Timothy manned and made sure to keep up with her frequent requests of mixed drinks and beverages. At the moment the tiger goddess sipped from a tall cylindrical glass filled with a blue liquid that roiled with pearl dust. Across from the foot of her bed was a massive TV that was extended from the ceiling and playing a popular sci-fi series that the mouse recognized merely by its sound effects.
Once the approaching mouse was close enough, Fian shifted her attention to him and smiled lovingly at the assortment that he offered. She quickly downed the rest of her drink and then leaped from the bed with the elegant grace of a ballet dancer. She placed her glass on the bar as she eagerly sauntered passed to meet the newcomer and take in the bouquet of delicious smells.
Unlike other meals that were defined courses considered well-rounded and nutritious by mortal standards, this one was comprised almost entirely of cakes, candies, and gelatins. Fian didn’t really have much need of such things as protein, carbs, or vitamins, her body was composed of matter beyond the physical universe’s comprehension. As such, robust meals were merely a formality and not a necessity. Though she did enjoy variety, she enjoyed courses of one flavor pallet just as much.
“This is beautiful!” she cooed as she stopped in front of the cart and craned her torso over the plates as if needing a closer look. “And what a delightful surprise, was this all your planning?”
“It was, madam,” Sebastian said with a beaming smile and pushed out chest.
Fian snatched a red-velvet cupcake with pink frosting and candied hearts from a platter of six and popped it whole into her mouth. The wrapping had been removed in preparation of the action, and so the tiger goddess simply chewed and lathered her tongue in the textures and flavors. She moaned her approval and swayed her figure as she eagerly grabbed another to repeat the motion. She continued on until every last one was devoured, then proceeded to a ruby gelatin that had heart shaped slices of apple suspended within. She picked up a large spoon and carved a crescent from its surface to toss in her mouth. It hardly seemed like she tasted it before swallowing, her utensil already going in for another scoop.
The tiger goddess was moving onto the third dish of seven that Sebastian brought out when Timothy approached from behind. He held a glass of pink lemonade that he had prepared with extra strong syrup to give it a more sweet than sour flavor. He didn’t even need to make his presence known, Fian merely accepted the drink without looking and sipped from it between bites. When it was finished, he was ready with another and so on until the tiger goddess cleared nearly every morsal that was provided.
The only thing that remained was a chocolate cake with heart shaped strawberry slices decorating the top of its pre-cut slices. Fian paused in her relentless consumption and casually stepped around to the side of the cart nearest to it. Sebastian watched and tilted his head curiously, even Timothy being a bit perplexed by the odd behavior as he stood nearby, refill at the ready.
“Valentine’s day is meant to be for lovers to show their adoration for each other,” the tiger goddess commented as she picked up a slice whole from its place. Barely a crumb fell as she lifted it to her mouth and took a tentative bite from its edge.
“And we love you a lot, madam,” Sebastian replied, his affectionate smile never leaving him. Timothy nodded in agreement with the same kind of expression holding on his face. “I know you do, my lovelies,” she replied and offered the partial slice to Sebastian. The mouse looked down at the morsal and just stared, beyond surprised that she would take such an action. It was short lived, as such an opportunity to dine with the deity was rare and never squandered. He leaned in and took a favorable bite of the piece and was reminded of his confectionary prowess as he savored it. Fian then turned to Timothy and held the piece to him as well, though he had no hesitation and took a similarly sized chomp as his friend.
As they chewed and swallowed, the tiger goddess finished what remained and then picked up another slice in each paw. She held them both out to the mice, who quickly accepted the gesture and began nibbling on the morsels. While Timothy was no stranger to Sebastian’s baking it was nonetheless delicious and well enjoyed. Something being offered by the tiger goddess made it taste so much better as well, so he savored every second.
In the time it took the mice to finish off their single slice, Fian devoured the remaining cake and then swallowed back the rest of the lemonade. With its tangy flavor still lingering in her throat, she turned to Timothy and licked her lips.
“I desire a glass of my favorite wine, you’ll get me a glass of it, won’t you?” she asked softly.
“I’m afraid I don’t have a bottle of Masseto up here, madam, I’d have to retrieve one from the basement,” Timothy said quickly after licking the remaining chocolate on his fingers.
“That’s fine. You’ll be quick about it, won’t you?” she replied.
“Yes, madam, right away.” Timothy dashed from his spot and sprinted for the elevator, of which remained open since the other mouse’s appearance. Once inside he jabbed the button for the lowest floor and waited as he was carted away.
Now alone, Fian turned to her remaining confidant and gestured for him to follow. Sebastian eagerly meandered from around the empty cart and fell in behind the tiger goddess as she casually made her way over to the bed. Now satisfied with her meal, she desired to be satisfied in other ways.
“Remove your clothes,” she demanded without looking back at him as she crawled onto her blankets and rolled onto her side. The show still blared with action and dialog, so she nabbed a small remote from under one of her pillows and hit the pause button, then put it back.
Sebastian immediately brought his paws to his collar and undid his tie. Then he deftly popped each button on his dress shirt and slipped it from his thin shoulders. His pants were done away just as quickly and within seconds he was as naked as she was.
Satisfied with the result, Fian rolled onto her back and beckoned him with a curl of her finger. He climbed up right away and waited as she splayed her legs while still encouraging him closer. He followed until he was kneeling between her thighs. She waited until his flaccid member was less than an inch from her pussy before her legs suddenly closed around his hips like he had sprung a trap.
But unlike a trap, he couldn’t have felt more safe and secure. Fian’s paw reached out and gently placed on his bare chest to stroke fingers through the soft short fur that adorned him. She felt the increased rhythm of his heart against her palm and chuffed appreciably. She trailed her fingers down until they passed over his pelvis and slipped between his thighs.
Sebastian sucked in a sharp gasp as electricity tickled his balls and cock as she cradled his sack lovingly in her palm. The mere touch had blood rushing between his legs even faster than before and both were able to watch as it swelled within seconds to be a throbbing, rock hard pyre.
The tiger goddess giggled at the sight, overly pleased with herself as she continued to gently feel how soft his sensitive orbs were. She caressed her thumb against the front of them while she gingerly stroked them from behind. Though her claws nudged his flesh, they didn’t dig in or cause any discomfort.
Eventually her focus shifted up once more and her paw lifted to wrap fingers around his erect member. His cock was short and thin enough that its entire size almost disappeared in her grasp, but that didn’t stop her from slowly stroking it from base to tip. As she would draw up, she made sure to give a subtle squeeze like she was milking him and indeed encourage droplets of precum to spring forth.
She collected what essence of his that she could and smeared it over his length. The increased wetness of his member allowed her to imbue him more easily with her energy, of which became evident as the tingling along his flesh picked up in strength.
Sebastian’s moans were first soft and under his breath as the tiger goddess’s caressing progressed, but as time went on they became louder. He didn’t care to hide his enjoyment of the moment which encouraged Fian to build them both up to a point that she could progress things to the next step.
Fian pushed her hips up so they were level to the mouse’s groin, her awaiting pussy now directly in front of his dick. She angled his tip to her entrance and then pulled him in with a quick leg constriction. As he sank into her warm depths, he reflexively planted his paws on her thighs and held on tightly. The pleasure that overcame him was immense and caused him to shudder out a series of blissful squeaks that persisted even when he was fully engulfed.
With a simple encouraging stroke of her divinity, Sebastian began rolling his hips. The muscles along his arms and abdomen contracted for a satisfying buck that caused the tiger goddess’s whole form to jostle each time he delivered. His wispy tail swung around wildly from behind as he gradually fell into a fervent pace that had Fian moaning as well, adding to his much louder groans and gasps.
The tiger goddess eventually relaxed fully back onto the bed to watch and enjoy her confidant’s treatment. His eagerness to please her was as delicious as the food he had prepared, and she savored it with every one of his thrusts. Though she did so love his flavor of bliss, she still craved the taste of her preferred wine.
As if carried by fate, the elevator door chimed open and out dashed Timothy carrying a bottle clutched in both paws. Fian turned her head and watched him approach with a smile that widened with each step he took closer.
“I apologize for being slow, madam,” Timothy said as he dashed behind the bar and quickly went about opening the bottle and getting a glass.
“No worries,” Fian rumbled, her voice saturated with pleasure. “I’d like for you to serve me naked when come back, Timothy.”
Timothy froze amid his hurried motions and peaked at the tiger goddess from over the bar. Seeming to not have noticed that Sebastian was in the midst of fucking her, full realization dawned on him, and he nodded before delving back to his task. “As you wish, madam.”
When Timothy popped back up and came around the bar, he had shed his clothing in what seemed like lightning time. Balanced on a small silver tray clutched in both paws was the glass of wine that she requested. Once he got to the side of the bed, she accepted it gracefully and took a brief sip from its edge, her upper body divinely controlled so that the contents barely disturbed even as Sebastian maintained his fevered pace.
“Perfect,” Fian whispered and then turned her face to address the standing mouse. “Just like you. Come here.”
Timothy obediently climbed onto the bed and knelt just to the side of the tiger goddess’s shoulder. She nodded approvingly and took another sip. “Good. Lie down above me. I want to taste you and my wine together,” she instructed.
Without hesitation, the mouse shifted so that he had appropriate clearance before flopping on his side to lie across the series of pillows that filled the topmost section of the bed. He shifted and scooted just enough so that his pelvis was just to her side, her murmur of approval rumbling deep within her chest once he was close enough.
Fian craned her neck and leaned to the side, bridging the distance between her and Timothy’s nearby cock. She only needed to place a gentle kiss on his limp shaft for it to immediately jump to life and begin growing. The mouse startled right away and bit his lip so that he didn’t moan too loudly, but it still came out as a squeak. Another kiss on the filling length made him gasp and a third one fully broke his silence.
Once her beloved subject grew to his fullest size in the span of just a few seconds, the tiger goddess took a fuller sip of her wine but held it on her tongue. She returned to Timothy’s pyre now that it stood pointing directly at her and immediately sank every inch that he had to offer into her mouth. The flavor of his delicate flesh mixed well with the enduring taste of her wine, and she found the pair of the two to be beyond decadent. Most of all, the pleasure that she drew from him was an aroma that lingered in her senses even when the flavors subsided and she swallowed.
The tiger goddess’s tongue continued to stroke and wrap around Timothy’s sensitive length instead of returning to her drink, though she held it aloft in one paw. She placed the other on Sebastian’s hip to encourage him to pick up the strength of his thrusting, which he did so right away.
Rolling moans from both mice were interrupted only by fervent claps and slurps. At one point Timothy began to buck against the tiger goddess’s mouth while one paw rested on top of her head for leverage. Fian didn’t mind it, sometimes her confidants could get overly lost in the moment and she found it to be a rare treat. It was nice to be the subject to them from time to time than the other way around.
Enthralled in pleasure and spurred on by the tiger goddess’s energy, Sebastian hammered her cunt as hard and as fast as he could. Precum soaked Fian’s insides and likewise her juices spattered his pelvis and thighs. His desperate moans called out longingly for release as he arched his back and leaned far over her abdomen. The tightening grip of his fingers against her hips told that he was rapidly getting close to his end.
With her mouth full of Timothy’s shaft, the tiger goddess was rendered mostly silent, though she did let out a pleased groan from time to time when Sebastian’s dick struck her in just the right way. She imbued each of her suckling head bobs with that same energy and made sure to keep both men on the same climactic level. Ensured that both would hit their peak in unison, she didn’t bother to put up barriers to their ecstasy.
Their euphoric cries built rapidly in seconds while their bodies writhed. When their pleasure finally hit its highest point, Fian constricted her legs around Sebastian’s lower body to firmly cement him against her pussy. In that same moment she craned her head and pinned Timothy’s pelvis against the pillows while she held every last inch of his strained cock in her mouth.
Thick globs of mouse cum rolled over her tongue and filled her pussy to the brim. The musky white essence pooled inside both holes while her body encouraged every last drop to be spent. At the same time her own climax released, and sparks sputtered around her figure as her juices spilled around Sebastian’s member. Thundering growls emanated from her chest as both of her subjects coped with the blinding intensity that had their minds going blank and their throats running raw.
The pleasure was slow to ebb as the three relaxed their positions at an equal pace. Fian’s legs fell from Sebastian’s hips and straightened so that her feet dangled from over the bed. His cock pulled free of her well fucked hole, though it refused to gape and spill any of his seed. Still, her own juices caused wispy strings to stretch from his shrinking length to her lips.
From above, the tiger goddess turned her head away from Timothy’s lap but held his load on the flat of her tongue. She washed it back and forth so that it coated every surface, its salty flavor still holding some of his personal bliss. When she was satisfied with its taste, she upended the remaining wine into her mouth to wash it down.
A resounding sigh of satisfaction was the hint that told both mice that their personal services were no longer needed. Sebastian quickly skittered from over the tiger goddess’s leg and landed on the floor right where his clothes were piled. Timothy did much the same, though he snatched her empty glass and hurried back to the bar to refill it.
“Excellent service as always, Sebastian,” Fian complimented as he did up the buttons of his shirt.
“Thank you, madam, it’s always an honor,” he replied as he fastened his tie in place. Now fully dressed, he returned to his empty cart and began taking it back to the elevator.
Fian watched after the mouse until Timothy hopped back to her side with a full glass of Masseto. She accepted it gratefully and then turned once more to the TV and her paused show. She snatched the discarded remote from its place among her pillows and jabbed the play button. The scene resumed and the tiger goddess took a sip as she became engrossed in the plot once more.
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