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Year of the Rat Chapter 4: VIP
🕑 Added 2020-09-26 11:31:43 +0000 UTCAwesome art by: Chango-tan
Just off the shore of Asha's island, one of the biggest yachts that the rat goddess had ever seen sat gently bobbing among the distant waves. But that wasn't entirely what had her attention. It was the quickly approaching helicopter that had taken off from the yacht and was now descending on the island's most flat area of land, which happened to be just outside of the main settlement.
Beside her was Marcus, dressed in casual clothes, and three of the island's other residents that made up the welcoming party for their guest. Though it was a small gathering and no doubt would have been one of the most lackluster of greetings, the rat goddess doubted the person aboard would care.
Dust and dirt kicked up as the helicopter descended, a small thing that was barely large enough to carry its pilot, an occupant, and maybe a few other items in the back. Given the size of the yacht she was somewhat surprised there wasn't a Chinook currently coming down. Regardless, she didn't care, though Ali was the kind of person to show off.
The helicopter touched down and its whirling blades began to slow. The passenger door popped open and out stepped her revered guest.
Ali was an Anubis hound with an athletic build, though his height wasn't much greater than Asha's. His high quality thobe flowed around his frame and whipped in the dying wind of his ride. His sandled feet had barely touched the ground and he was already hurriedly making his way towards the lone, naked woman with glowing white eyes.
“Asha! Oh how I've missed you so!” he called out and wrapped his arms around the rat. She giggled and returned the gesture, and within that embrace she lifted her mouth to his ear.
“You must call me mistress when you are in my domain, young man,” she whispered with a grin.
“Oh yes, I'm so sorry,” he apologized and leaned back enough to stare at the beautiful goddess. Asha returned the look and beamed. He was quite the handsome man, not looking to be over the age of thirty, but in truth he was a couple centuries old by now, enhanced by Asha's divinity like everyone else on the island.
Deep black dreadlocks hung from his head and cascaded down his back and over his broad shoulders. His long ears were studded with gold rings and bars, as well as both eye brows. Around his neck was a brilliant necklace of platinum that clung tight to his throat and farther down the rat goddess could see the top of another adornment that was settled around his nape. On each of the canine's paws were ornate digit guards connected to what seemed like a large gem, of which Asha didn't much care to recognize. All she knew was that his extravagance was entirely to be expected and to the rat goddess it was extremely cute.
“I apologize for me tardiness, certain social events kept us a day longer than we'd have liked,” he explained while his paws trailed down to take hold of the goddess's own.
“I wouldn't worry too much about the time, Ali. We have as much as we need,” she smiled and pulled him to be closer once more. He complied without hesitation and found his lips affectionately pressed against hers. They stayed like that for a while, only interrupted when Marcus noisily cleared his throat.
“Sorry to interrupt but we do have some things to take care of before you two get too carried away. All I ask is for a few minutes of your time, Ali, then you and mistress can have your fun,” Marcus said with a smile and folded arms behind his back.
“Yes. Of course, my apologies,” Ali replied with a warm smile.
“I'll be waiting for you in our room, my love,” Asha said and quickly leaned in to place another brief kiss on his lips before turning to join the others of the welcoming party. While Marcus and Ali went off to talk business and supplies, the rat goddess and the three others took what luggage the Anubis hound had brought with him and went off towards the central building.
An hour or so had passed and Asha had just got done unloading the few suitcases and bags that contained most of Ali's affects for his month long stay. She plopped down on the single, queen sized bed and peered around the room that she now solely inhabited.
It was a rarely used space, meant literally for only Ali whenever it was that he visited. Other than that it went the eleven years between her own visits empty, save for the furniture and whenever Marcus thought it a good idea to clean the cobwebs out. As far as Asha could tell at the moment, he had done a thorough cleaning of the space as it looked as pristine as the first time she had ever used it.
A sound of approaching footsteps caused the rat goddess to perk her ears and stand up. Just as she did, there came a light knock at the door and then the handle turned. “Are you there, mistress?” she heard Ali call out from the other side as he swung the door open.
Asha met him right as he came into view and threw her arms around him. “Yes! Waiting for you like always,” she giggled and pulled him into the room while turning. Her whip-like tail caught the door edge and closed it with such excitement that it slammed.
“I'm sorry, there was a lot that Marcus wanted to talk about. I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long,” he sighed and gazed lovingly into the rat's eyes.
“No worries at all. What did you and Marcus talk about? Anything I should know?” she asked with a smirk.
“It's all terribly boring. Just global politics, updates on what the other gods are doing while on Earth, and a few supplies that he thinks the island could use. Same as always,” Ali explained while he drew the goddess over to the bed. “Enough about that though. I have some gifts for you.”
“Gifts?” Asha laughed and quirked a brow. “That's a bit unexpected.” In truth, Asha usually despised receiving anything that she didn't explicitly ask for because there was barely anything of material wealth that she cared about. No amount of gold or jewelry could hold her interest, and Ali knew that more than anyone.
“I know what you're thinking,” he said and withdrew a small box from the inside of his thobe. “But these are special to me.” He held it out to her and smiled proudly.
Asha took the box with an irritated glint in her eyes and looked down at it. Then up to him and back down again. It was a plane thing made out of wood slabs with a brass clasp on the front. She opened it slowly and peered inside, but her expression barely changed when she eyed the ring, butt plug, and arm bangles. In fact, the sex toy was the only thing that actually caught her attention.
“What's so special about them?” Asha asked as she picked up one of the bangles and looked it over. It appeared to be made of polished silver.
“I made them,” Ali said with pride dripping from every word. The rat goddess quirked a brow and looked at him to see that his eyes were closed, his chest was puffed out, and his nose was stuck high in the air.
“Really?” she scoffed.
“I did!” he snapped defensibly. “I've taken a metallurgy apprenticeship and I've begun crafting gifts for my closest friends and relatives rather then buying them expensive, useless trinkets. It's very rewarding for me,” he said quickly, looking into the woman's eyes.
Asha could see the passion behind his words and she smiled affectionately. The ring, bangles, and even the butt plug now took on a much more sincere meaning to her, and even as she took a second glance at the items she could tell that they were indeed the product of novus craftsmanship and not some factory or trained jeweler.
She picked up the butt plug from the box and then set the other gifts off to the side. She peered closely at the stainless steel surface and the glimmering glass jewel at the base. Ali had seemed to have gone out of his way to make sure that the items held no actual monetary value, and due to that she began to fall in love with them.
She caught the Anubis hound looking at her with the same warm expression as before and she returned the adoring gaze. Taking the plug between two fingers, she reached behind herself and set the rounded end between her cheeks. With a lifted tail she gingerly nestled the object inside of her ass, letting it go when she felt that it was secure.
“How does it look?” she asked and turned around to bend over, staggering her legs, and splaying open her backside.
“All the better on you,” he said.
Asha smirked and turned back. She advanced on him quickly, her hips swaying with each step and her tail flicking with a wave from each motion. Ali stood where he was and watched her curiously. When she came close enough she placed a paw on his chest and gave him a playful shove.
With a startled yelp, the Anubis hound flailed backwards but was immediately caught by the soft bed when he braced against it and fell. Now staring up at the ceiling, he laughed nervously and attempted to sit up but was pushed back down. Asha had gotten close enough that she was able to climb on top of him and straddle his waist.
As much as Ali tried to fight against her weight and strength he stood no chance. He even tried to come off as playful and attempt to roll her over so that he might be on top but she didn't allow it. The canine's face turned down into one of slight irritation and it made the rat goddess grin.
“Something the matter, my love?” she giggled.
“No, everything is just fine,” he said and grunted, trying to pull his arms free of her grasp, of which were pinned by his sides.
“Good,” she said back and released his wrists. She still didn't get up from him though, instead she sat back on his lap. With quick motions she began to undo the front of his thobe and once enough buttons had been released she drew the garment from his body. Given his limited ability, Ali complied as best he could, and before long he was as naked as she was, save for the numerous trinkets that still hung from his body.
With nothing else keeping them separated, Asha leaned down and began to kiss along his shoulder and neck. Her body shifted to lie over his as she did so with her groin drooping low enough to gently touch the top of his sheath. Her lips drew along his jaw and then lifted to his mouth where they continued where they had left off from the time he first arrived.
Asha's paws stroked up his body, her nails trailing gentle sparks of electricity before ending at each of his cheeks. Her fingers entangled with his dreadlocks and she tilted her head to make the kiss deeper. Ali's own paws eventually came up to take his lover by the sides, holding her close and sharing in the divine warmth that her body emitted.
Their tongues played in the space between their mouths. Asha had managed to catch his between her lips and lightly suckled at it while letting out a soft moan when she pushed her groin against his, making her pussy ever so gently bump against his burgeoning cock tip. His tongue tingled as she did so and the motion of her body pressing down on him had blood rushing between his legs, undoubtedly aided with some divine influence.
It didn't take long for the Anubis hound's cock to swell from its furry home and push up against her womanhood, eliciting another murmur of pleasure from her. She had begun to actively press herself against his hot length as it eventually came to stand at a full twenty-four centimeters in length.
The rat goddess abruptly released her lover's tongue and sat back once more, this time his cock became sandwiched between her buttcheeks. The cool glass of her buttplug titillated his member.
He looked up and met her eyes, curious as to what she was planning and found himself being moved with ease. Asha had grabbed hold of him under each of his arms and pushed him up against the mounded pillows at the top of the bed so that he was in a much more relaxed and reclined state. Even now when he thought that he had some freedom he thought to turn the goddess over onto her own back but still found her to be as unmovable as a statue, and the only thing he got for his efforts was a mocking laugh from the rat goddess.
Ali's least favorite position in sex was one of submission. Someone of his status wasn't used to being told no or given anything less than the top, which was where Asha had to come in. She was there to remind him that he wasn't king of this world, least of all this island, and that all of his power and wealth paled in comparison to her might. It didn't need to be said though, every one of Asha's motions was meant to imply as such.
This was the same dance that they had always done over the past couple hundred years and the result was always the same: Asha on top and Ali on bottom.
From her dominant position, Asha looked down over the dog's sculpted, strong form. His body was lean and athletic, a rippled stomach of abdominal muscles leading to an angular waist and a gorgeous cock. It was then that she came to realize the interesting band of silver that was just under his deflated knot and she couldn't help but find that piece of jewelry as her favorite.
She reached beneath herself and drew her fingers across the smooth band, which made Ali stiffen and moan as some of her energy imbued it with ecstatic tingling. His cock throbbed noticeably and precum dripped down the ebony colored side. She could feel his heartbeat through the sensitive flesh as she trailed her digits along the rock hard surface, eventually coming to the tip where she angled it between her legs and set his member against her pussy.
Once she collected some of his precum on one finger, she sat down and drew his entire length into her warm confines. A moaning hiss escaped the Anubis hound and his paws came to grasp at her hips. Asha moaned as well, though hers came out as a singing note. Once she was sitting fully back she set her coated finer in her mouth and tasted the delicious musk of her lover.
Ali began to press up against the rat goddess's form gently at first. He arched his hips up and she seemed content with staying still while he bucked against her wanting body. Each hit jostled her small form and made her breasts bounce just enough to catch the canine's attention. He stared at them with hunger, Asha quickly realized.
She leaned forward and offered her perked nipples to him and he quickly leaned in and latched his mouth to one. The sensation of his tongue working across the hardened surface and the suction of his lips made another jolt of pleasure race through her body. She squeaked another moan and rolled her eyes up in their sockets before closing them to slits.
The rat goddess's hips began to work in tandem with the Anubis hound's. When he would thrust up she would push down, making their meeting that much more powerful. Things grew in speed and strength from there.
Asha's cunt squeezed down on the invading canid girth and imbued it with her energy. Ali groaned in euphoric bliss as the fingers of electricity stroked through the nerves of his pelvis and up his torso. Precum spilled form the tip of his cock in an uncontrolled volume and she could feel every drop of it coming into contact with her pussy. It was warm, lubricated their contact, and heightened their fun all the more.
While Ali struggled to deal with the waves of intense pleasure he never once let up on playing with her breasts. His paws had since lifted from her sides and were now gently holding onto the large, soft pillows. He nuzzled into them and rained rapid licks over every bit of pink surface he could come across.
The rat goddess loved this more gentle side of him. It felt like he could only ever be this care-free in her presence and she treasured every second of it.
As their motions grew to a more intense state, the rat goddess suddenly pressed her paw against his lower abdomen and stopped him from bucking up into her. It was such an abrupt gesture that he let go of her nipple and gazed up at her with a pleasure coated expression. Asha could only giggle and grin at him, but answered his unasked question by bouncing her hips over his.
She was the top in the room, after all, and she still had to cement that with the dog. She worked her body back and forth, crashing down on his cock with a resounding smack and a creak of the bed. Her paws traced up his stomach and came to rest against his chest so she might have better stability.
Her moans spilled from her slack mouth more frequently then. She arched her back and tilted her head up while pushing her breasts out to him once more. Like the hungry dog that he was, his mouth found her other nipple this time and he began to gently tug and nibble at it.
While his groans of bliss her muffled by her soft flesh, she let her pleasure be well known. She cried out expletives and praised how much she loved his cock. She could feel the beat of his heart through the throbbing pyre and each time she would push down there would come a hard flex that would make her shiver. His tip ground against her cervix after every down stroke that she made and she had to resist the urge to just sit there and stir his manhood.
Ali was held still where he was, despite a deep urge to show any semblance of strength or power. Though it had been eleven years since they had last met, he remembered enough that when she had her mind set to something that she never relented. And if she intended to be on top and doing all the work, he might as well lie back and enjoy it.
The roiling sensations of bliss that continued to ebb and flow through his frame like waves on a beach had him shivering. He could barely control his own motions, and she seemed to be much the same. She squeezed down on him and picked up the pace. Every time she drew herself up it was like she didn't want to let go and it had the dog howling with pure ecstasy. Though a handful of minutes had ticked by at this point, he couldn't help but be on the edge of orgasm. He wanted to warn her of such but she seemed to already know.
Asha leaned even farther over to the point that she was almost lying on top of him again. Her breasts were pushed firmly against his face and she kept the top half of his member inside of her, of which she bounced her ass over in a blur of motion.
“I want you to fill me,” she moaned aggressively and suddenly grabbed him by the forearms and shoved his paws above his head.
Ali barely had any choice in the matter, his knot had almost swollen to its full size by then and he fought to not be entirely consumed by the bliss that she gave him. He could only offer a shuddering cry as the intense ball of ecstasy bloomed to life at the base of his cock and then rocketed up its center.
Asha gasped and screamed as his hot jizz coated her insides. It gushed with renewed vigor each time she would push down, her cunt being painted and filled to the brim in seconds.
Ali struggled to push up into her body but she kept him pinned in place. Even through all the euphoria her mind still stayed rooted in reality. Her form swayed to a stop and settled fully against his lap with everything but his knot being inside. When her moans softly died away she finally began to relax and her glowing gaze fell back to the dog.
He panted hard with an open mouth, lolling tongue, and closed eyes. The unrefined sight made the rat goddess laugh which snapped the Anubis hound to attention and he corrected himself. He met her eyes and smiled warmly as the high of the moment drained away. Asha leaned forward and kissed him on the lips before lifting herself from his lap and leaping from the bed.
The abrupt action startled the dog and he struggled to snap his tired body into action so that he might follow her. She hadn't gone far, however, coming to stand about a meter away with cum rolling down the inside of her thighs. When she heard the bed creak from him sitting up and pivoting to the edge, she turned back to him.
“I'm hungry. How about you?” She asked and walked back to him and knelt on the floor between his legs.
“A meal does sound nice, mistress,” he said and reached out to pet down over her arms as she leaned over his lap.
“Perfect. I've been looking forward to lunch all day,” she squeaked and hoped up to her feet and took him by the paws. Ali stumbled as he was easily pulled towards the door of the room, despite digging in his heels to stop.
“W-wait!” he barked quickly, making the woman stop. “I can't go out naked like this.”
Asha rolled her eyes and smirked. “It's not like it's anything that the island hasn't seen before. Sometimes jumping into a cold pool is the best thing you can do,” she offered with a shrug. Ali paused to mull over her words and bit his bottom lip. Shrugging off a decade's worth of securities and habits was tough, but he knew that she was right. So he nodded and stepped closer.
“After you then, mistress,” he said and gestured with his paw. She beamed excitedly and opened the door with a free paw and pulled him along with the other. The scent of fresh, cooked food from the Island's gardens, fishers, and farms already coming to both of their noses.
