Year of the Tiger Chapter Five: Tasting Heat

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            Ironically, one of the hardest things for deities to do was talk to each other. Each often desired to conduct their mortal businesses in solitude, so even finding where another god staked their vacation was difficult despite some hosting centuries-old establishments. On top of that, no more than one deity was permitted on Earth at any time.

            Given these understandings, one could imagine the lengthy back-and-forth debate between Lemaly and Fian when it came to forming a partnership. Over the millennia, a system was eventually forged to make communication easier, but it did still take an entire eleven-year cycle for messages to be received and then responded to.

            This was where Hybrid House came into play, a neutral ground for both goddesses to confer their desires and concerns for the ongoing tactics that they undertook to maintain their comfortable lives. The rabbit goddess was responsible for the political oversight of their empire and thus required a greater degree of control, as such Hybrid House was her main place of stay while she was on Earth.

            Fian was okay with this aspect, as she preferred living on her own, but it did mean that Lemaly made all the rules for their shared establishment. If the tiger goddess disagreed with any of them, then there was a formal process that needed to be followed so that grievances could be properly addressed.

            That was Fian’s mission at the moment.

            She approached the front of Hybrid House like she would any other, though her clothing ensemble and that of her entourage was anything but normal. For her status, the tiger goddess preferred to cover as little of her figure as. A black corset hugged her mid-section and held her breasts while arm length gloves and stockings of the same color secured her limbs.

            Beside her, Wyatt and Timothy kept pace wearing the familiar vests, masks, and undergarments of subservients.

            The cobblestone path to the front door was winding and lush with colorful flowers on either side that made for a dazzling display. Spring was well on its way and the groundskeepers made sure to take advantage of the blossoming weather.

            Despite the assortment, Fian didn’t let it distract her. The same couldn’t be said for Timothy, who was often chided by Wyatt for falling behind when he’d stop to admire.

            The tiger goddess found the playful nature of her confidants to be a joyous thing to indulge in, but at the moment she kept a stoic expression on her face. They were being watched from the plethora of cameras on the property, normally well hidden by mortal standards, but to her, they might as well have been right in her face. She could even see the minute twitch of their tiny lenses as they focused on her.

            The three had just started ascending the porch when the large double doors to the mansion swung open to reveal a towering husky standing right in the center. He was substantially muscular, even by Lemaly’s preferences, and almost needed to duck under the doorway to step outside. His name was Hector, and despite being the manager of Hybrid House, second in command only to the rabbit goddess, he still wore the same outfit as the mice.

            Despite his intimidating presence, Fian didn’t falter her approach in even the most insignificant way. A mortal was still a mortal, after all, no matter their size.

            Luckily for the husky, he wasn’t there to bar the tiger goddess’s way. He instead quickly shifted to the side and bowed to the deity as she passed by. “It’s very good to have you here once again, Madam Fian. To what occasion do we owe this visit?”

            The tiger goddess stopped in the middle of the foyer and looked around at the vast room. Just as she expected, hardly a speck of dust adorned the floor and the walls were clean of any blemish. The air even smelled of fresh apples, though it was clearly an artificial fragrance.

            “I am here to discuss some recent policy changes that were implemented without my approval and have made for a most unsavory start to my time on Earth,” she stated firmly, her voice holding a monotone that hinted at the depths of her dissatisfaction. Hector was attuned well enough to the tiger goddess’s nature that he picked up on the subtle hints and knew to take this particular matter more serious than others.

            “Of course, madam Fian, if you’ll follow me to my office, we can discuss anything you’d like. Shall I have your normal accommodations prepared for your stay?” the husky replied as he followed near the mice, careful not to encroach on their personal space.

            “Yes. Timothy, Wyatt, please make sure a meal is brought up to my room and then wait for me there. I shouldn’t be long,” the tiger goddess said and waved her paw to dismiss the mice.

            “As you wish, Madam Fian,” they both replied in practiced unison, bowing as they did and then trotting off to fulfil her wish. Once they were out of sight, she turned back to the husky and fixed him with a powerful gaze that he couldn’t see through her hair but he could certainly feel.

            Hector said nothing, instead holding a friendly smile as he led the way to his office. The tiger goddess fell in behind him, her footfalls entirely silent as she maintained a never-faltering distance. It was a game that she thought to play, curious if Lemaly’s gift of confidence for the dog could overcome his tendency for control.

            In the end, he never once looked back to make sure that the tiger goddess was still there. Only when they actually got to his office did he turn to face her, but that was to hold the door open once more. Fian only went as far as to stand a few feet from the front of a massive desk that adorned the center of the space before she waited for the dog’s next move.

            This new room was huge to accommodate hector’s own size, though it still didn’t seem to be enough. Even when he closed the door and meandered closer to the tiger goddess, it seemed like his ears would touch the ceiling.

            “I’m afraid I don’t have any of your preferred wine in my personal stock, but I can fetch a bottle if you’d prefer,” Hector offered as he turned his back to the desk and leaned against its sturdy surface. Somehow the massive piece of furniture still looked too small for him to comfortably conduct business behind.

            “We’ll see how well my concerns are addressed before we even begin to think about enjoying drinks,” Fian replied icily.

            “Yes, of course. You’re right. Then let’s get right to it. What’s on your mind?” he asked, his own tone holding a warmth that was intended to come off as friendly.

            “I contribute my share to the operations that go on at Hybrid House, why am I and my confidants limited to its access?” she asked.

            Hector watched her with a steady gaze as she spoke. The fact that not a single feature on his face twitched at the sound of her accusation told her all she needed to know about its validity.

            “I do apologize for some of the recent changes that have come about, but I promise that they are directly from Lemaly,” he replied.

            “I don’t give a damn who they came from. If she is going to violate our agreement then I have no reason to uphold my end. Care to take a guess as to what will happen once every cent of funding is withdrawn from Hybrid House?” Fian retorted with a low growl rumbling her words.

            Hector’s whole body frozen and the tiger goddess heard the startle that interrupted his heart beat. She was in no mood for a back and forth with this man and she was willing to hit her hardest right from the start.

            “I don’t think there’s a reason to jump to something so brash, Madam Fian,” the husky said evenly.

            “Again, I don’t give a damn about what you think,” she snapped.

            The husky let out a slow sigh and folded his bulging arms over his chest. “Please try to understand, the operations that go on here are very delicate. We live in a politically complicated world, you see, many plans can’t be interfered with or meddled.”

            “I don’t see what that has to do with me or my confidants,” the tiger goddess said back.

            “With all due respect, your confidants have a tendency to be in places they shouldn’t be and will often get underfoot. I don’t have to remind you that they have caused issues in the past with being overly inquisitive and sticking their paws in matters they don’t need to be in,” Hector explained.

            “With all due respect, that’s all your problem and not mine. If you need better security then get better security.” Fian was already irritated with the entire situation but now it was starting to make her mad and she could tell that Hector was reaching the same.

            “There’s no level of security that can stop people with gifts that let them manipulate memory or slip in and out of rooms almost invisibly,” Hector said, his voice rising in volume as his steady demeanor quickly evaporated. This was a losing battle and he knew it all too well.

            The tiger goddess let out a rippling growl that made the walls vibrate and flashed her teeth. “I. Don’t. Care!” she said and slowly closed the gap between them.

            Hector unfolded his arms and grasped the desk ledge while pressing against it as flatly as he could. He even leaned his upper body back when Fian came to stand mere inches away, her breasts nearly touching his chest. Though Hector was over a foot taller and easily double her body mass, size made no difference in confrontations between mortals and gods.

            “I am not negotiating or hearing any other excuses,” Fian continued talking through her teeth. “Either this stupid rule that limits the number of my confidants to Hybrid House is gone, or me and every asset that I control is. What’s your decision?”

            The husky stared down at her curtain of bangs with wide eyes, greatly taken aback by the rapid dissent into threats the conversation took. His mouth was dry and the air buzzed with divine energy to the point that his ears rang.

            With no other avenue appearing to be available, he let out a breath that he didn’t realize he was holding. “As you wish, Madam Fian, consider that rule abolished.”

            “And that nothing of its kind is implemented in my absence, especially without my input,” she demanded, still not relenting on her presence.

            “Of course,” he replied meekly.

            Fian let the room fall into silence for a couple seconds before she eventually stepped away. The buzz ended and what felt like a cool breeze graced the husky as the enduring heat that she exuded calmed. He took deep, steady breaths through his nose in an attempt to calm his pounding heart.

            “I don’t know if Lemaly is the most vindictive of us, but she is certainly the cruelest. I can only imagine the pain she would put you and the other dogs through if she came back to find her ability to influence this country in shambles,” Fian said flippantly as she turned to the door and drew it open. She left the husky to stare after her as she trotted down the hall, now in a hurry to be with her beloved mice and hopefully some food.

            Back in the tiger goddess’s private suite, Wyatt and Timothy occupied themselves with a few tasks to make the space as comfortable as possible. They could practically feel the aggravated conversation on the other end of the mansion, if the thunderous growl wasn’t indication enough. Luckily, a massive order of food had already been placed with a sizable charcuterie board and a glass of Fian’s favorite wine waiting for her on the table near her bed.

            It was mere seconds after the mice got things just how they wanted when the tiger goddess entered. Both stood shoulder to shoulder and turned to face her at the same time. “Greetings, Madam Fian, they said in unison.

            She smiled affectionately and approached until she was standing directly in front of them. “We will no longer have to worry about Lemaly’s pesky rule limiting your access here. However, your mischief is what got you in trouble in the first place, so be sure to tell the others to be more careful with future snooping.”

            “Yes, Madam Fian,” they said at the same time. The tiger goddess leaned down and placed a soft kiss on each of their foreheads before gently pushing between them to crawl on top of the bed. She flopped to her back at its center and stretched her limbs to the farthest they could go. While her feet didn’t even come close to dangling from the bottom, her arms were just wide enough to reach over the sides, perfect for picking off the charcuterie board.

            “Wyatt, come here and pleasure me. Timothy, remove my corset and attend my breasts,” Fian ordered as she popped a slice of salami into her mouth. Both mice jumped into action and joined her on the bed.

            Just as instructed, Wyatt placed himself between the tiger goddess’s thighs and settled down until he was lying on his belly. It took him just a couple seconds to get comfortable before he set his mouth to her warm pussy and began licking. Her enticing juices greeted his tastebuds with a tangy appeal that quickly coated the entire surface of his appendage.

            Likewise, Timothy settled on his knees right beside Fian’s breasts and quickly went about untying the corset. His deft fingers made fast work of the lace and before long it was loose enough to slide over her head. She raised her arms up just long enough to let him, pleased to feel fresh air draw through her orange fur once again.

            Timothy let the garment fall over the side of the bed and then turned back to the tiger goddess’s chest. His small paws gingerly grasped her soft breasts from below and stroked up until they crossed over each erect nipple. He smiled admiringly at them as he continued to rub their wide circumference while gently kneading his fingers against their pillowy surface.

            A loving chuff bubbled free from Fian as she paused her hurried eating to enjoy the new attentive sensations drawing up from her groin and breasts. Instead of nabbing another morsel, she instead lifted her glass of wine and took a long appreciative sip from its edge. Its expertly crafted and aged flavor was an excellent pairing to the pleasure. She drank from it slowly over the course of a couple minutes until it was empty.

            By the time that she set the glass back on the table and picked up another piece from the board, the blissful sensations through her body had picked up in considerable intensity. Wyatt fervently ground his tongue up and down the full length of her pussy lips while two fingers from his right paw dug as deep as they could inside. Their tips stroked the sensitive ridges along the top of her pussy and elicited greater moans from each pass.

            The tiger goddess continued to enjoy the combined effort of her mice for several more minutes. She drank in the soothing pleasure and let her whole body relax, the confrontation with Hector practically forgotten.

            Her paw reached out like it had been every few seconds for another piece of food but found the board completely barren. She glanced over to confirm the unfortunate fact and let out a soft sigh of disappointment as she reattracted her limb.

            “A meal should be on its way, Madam Fian. It won’t be long now,” Timothy reassured her, now having straddled her belly and set each of her breasts against a thigh for ease of massaging.

            “Yes, I remember,” Fian mumbled and locked the small male with her loving gaze. Though he couldn’t see it, he could certainly feel it. He smiled back and switched the drawing, clock-wise motion of his palms to a gentle squeeze and lift method that started from the bottom of each mound and ended at the top.

            In lieu of actual food, she decided that she would need to partake in a different snack. “You two have attended me adequately. You may use my body to pleasure yourselves as you see fit,” she offered nonchalantly and raised her arms to fold them behind her head.

            Both mice paused in their work to thank the tiger goddess in unison before shifting their focus. Wyatt lifted from his prone stance and withdrew his dripping fingers from her pussy. He pulled his knees beneath him and presented his cock, now throbbing and rock-hard. He gripped it with his wet paw to slather her essence over his flesh and was treated to a divine shock that sent his heart racing and his mind into a lustful trance.

            Timothy only needed to wiggle himself a bit to present his own erect member. Though he wasn’t able to hide it quite as well as his companion, the breasts themselves offered a bit of cover so that Fian wasn’t able to see how he was yearning for release. Now that he was allowed, he merely scooted a bit forward and pushed it between her breasts as he hugged them around it.

            A blissful moan hissed through Timothy’s clenched teeth as he began to gently buck his hips against her chest. Though the fur there wasn’t wet nor offered a particularly tight hold, the softness of the flesh and the silky smoothness of the fur did grant a unique sensation against his sensitive length.

            At the same time as the other mouse, Wyatt set his cock to Fian’s pussy and pushed inside. Tiny fingers of divine electricity immediately gripped him and took hold of the muscles through his belly and legs. He gasped and grabbed onto her waist for support as he immediately began bucking into her at a hurried pace.

            “Ooh!” The tiger goddess moaned, pleased by the tenacity that now thrusted wildly between her thighs. The rolling strokes from below followed up her body in waves and urged Timothy to match the pace. He barely needed to coax her breasts around his cock as they bounced along with Wyatt’s thrusting, but it seemed like he also couldn’t fully control his body.

            Fian subtly arched her back and lifted her hips just enough to offer her lovers a greater angle and more space to swing their bodies. Wyatt’s fingers dug into her fur as hard as they could, as her tightness around his cock grew to the point that it felt like she didn’t want to let go. Timothy similarly leaned far forward and set his feet on the bed for greater leverage. Both picked up their strength and speed while excited squeaks spilled from their open mouths.

            “Yes, just like that,” Fian lovingly encouraged as she stayed as still as she could. She kept her breathing under control but it was gradually becoming more difficult. She didn’t want to take control and coax her attendants how she desired. There wasn’t really a need, they way the moved did well to tantalize her nerves.

            Inspiring waves of her divine energy seeped invisibly from her body to soak theirs. The pleasure they felt gradually heightened with each rut of their hips and precum soon spilled from their cocks. Their moans similarly picked up in volume as their sensitive flesh tingled.

            Heat rose through Fian’s body as her excitement climbed. Her body shuddered erratically from the mice pounding away, but her limbs also twitched from the churning ecstasy that tickled her nerves. She built towards her climax so gradually that it had escaped her thoughts up until the point that it was nearly overtaking her.

            Her groans and chuffs had long since eclipsed the cries of the mice and her paws now grabbed at the covers of the bed at her sides. Her tongue lolled from the front of her mouth as deep breaths had her chest rising in tandem with Timothy’s thrusting.

            Sticky white strands collected between the jiggling mounds as the mouse long lost control of his movements. His dick strained for release as it continued to spill the otherwise clear fluid against her cleavage that then turned frothy. The intensity sat at the base of his member just waiting for the tiger goddess’s blessing.

            From below, Wyatt had since collapsed fully onto Fian’s belly and hugged around her sides. His cheek rested just above her navel, his lower body working at such a speed that it was nearly a blur of motion. The sheets below her backside were soaked as a gooey mixture of their juices dribbled down her buttcheeks. The longing moans that escaped with each of his exhales were half muffled by her fur.

            The steady climb of the tiger goddess’s ecstasy no less dampened her meteoric orgasm than other more raucous occasions. The surge struck her like lightning and arced to her lovers at the same time. Every muscle in her body tensed at once and a savage roar rumbled from her chest.

            Timothy yelped and his whole body stiffened with hips pushed forward. A burst of thick white gushed between her breasts and soaked them with such volume that it leaked from the top to spill along her collar. His cock continued to throb as the euphoria persisted, bringing with it renewed spurts with one even escaping the pillows and landing on her outstretched tongue.

            Amid the shared climax, Fian’s legs locked around Wyatt’s body and forced him to be still with every inch buried within her cunt. Her insides milked him as he unloaded every drop his balls could offer until she was overflowing. Though forced to do little more than wiggle and shiver, each tiny movement had lasting ecstasy tingling his belly and shaft as his viscous jizz oozed out of her well fucked hole.

            Aftershocks stroked through the three as long seconds of the strained poses ticked by. Eventually the room calmed and the emanating waves of bliss slipped away.

            Timothy was the first to topple since nothing kept him upright. He flopped back and landed on Wyatt who immediately shouted and flailed in an attempt to push the other mouse off or get out from under him.

            The commotion stirred Fian’s attention so she sat up just enough to set an elbow against the bed. Timothy did eventually roll off, a blissful smile plastered on his face despite the other squeaking insults. She snickered at the sight and noticed the lingering pool of cum on top of her breasts and around her neck. She quickly scooped it up on her index and middle finger and suckled them clean until the mess was mostly gone.

            Wyatt groaned and pushed off from the tiger goddess’s belly to right himself and found that her legs no longer clasped him like an unbreakable trap. Though his muscles were slow to respond, he did eventually pull his cock from the woman’s sloppy pussy and set unsteady feet on the floor.

            “Marvelous as always,” Fian complimented as she folded her legs in front of her and transitioned to sit upright.

            “Thank you, Madam Fian,” Wyatt said with most of his normal voice strength but Timothy was much delayed and considerably quieter with saying the same.

            This aspect was quickly picked up by Wyatt and he dashed to the side of the bed that the other mouse lied across. “Hey! Show Madam Fian her proper respect!” he snapped, but Timothy barely budged.

            “He’s all right, Wyatt, no need to cause a commotion,” the tiger goddess commented while watching the two, an amused smile curling her lips.

            “He knows better. Get up you bum!” Wyatt squeaked and delivered a firm smack across Timothy’s butt. It was a sharp crack that immediately had the other mouse yipping and rubbing at the spot as he struggled awake and off the bed.

            “S-sorry! Sorry!” Timothy pleaded and stood at attention in front of Wyatt, knowing better than to cross the tiger goddess’s first in command and actually feeling remorse for letting his carefree nature get the best of him in her presence.

            Wyatt crossed his arms over his thin chest and narrowed his eyes at his companion. “Go check the status of Madam Fian’s food. If you don’t come back with lunch then be sure to bring another snack.”

            “Right away!” Timothy snapped back and turned to the tiger goddess. “Madam Fian,” he addressed with a bow and then dashed from the room.

            “I hope you’re not always that harsh with them when I’m not around,” Fian replied once she and Wyatt were the only ones in the room.

            “When you’re not around, they aren’t so lax in their duties, Madam Fian,” he said back with a sigh. He quickly took up a warm smile and turned to her. “Would you like me to get you another glass of wine?”

            “I would, but before you do, I’d like for you to call Bax and tell him to get all the others here that he can. I’d like to make up for lost time,” Fian said with her smile turning into an excited beam.

            Wyatt bowed to her as he donned an equally large, jovial expression. “Right away,” he said and then made his way back around to the empty glass still on the bare charcuterie board. The wall mounted phone was conveniently nearby.  

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