Year of the Tiger Chapter Four: Top Shelf

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            Next to being able to enjoy food for herself, Fian loved to share the same experience with others. Through her time on Earth there were plenty of things to be done to keep the affluent entertained and secured while they essentially heaped money on the tiger goddess. She and Lemaly didn’t care to buy into businesses or dabble in the affairs of mortal society, not when there were so many others willing to do all the work for them.

            The gifts that deities could bestow on mortals required so little effort, yet they were infinitely priceless to those that received them. After all, a free ticket to paradise regardless of the atrocities performed made for as much of a hedonistic lifestyle as her own. Mortals were interesting in that way, but she didn’t care to dwell too much on it. Deities were accustomed to viewing the depths of depravity that people indulged in with every passing soul, nothing surprised her anymore.

            Besides, when the exchange was for an endless coffer from which came an equal amount of delicious food, her tickets to heaven were as plentiful as there were paws to grab them. And there were plenty lined up to pay.

            Fian’s mansion buzzed with activity as expensive cars pulled around her circular driveway, each no less than half a million dollars in price. One of her handsome mice was always at the ready to guide the wealthy occupants from their vehicle while a valet took over.

            The tiger goddess occupied herself by watching the lazy stream of arrivals from the balcony of her highest room. From where she was, she estimated that any of her guests likely wouldn’t see her from that far away unless they were actively searching the side of her mansion. If they did happen to spot her, then they’d be treated to her beautiful striped form without a single article of clothing adorning her body. Just another gift she would bestow on any lucky person that happened to peer up at the right time.

            Fian giggled at the thought and leaned down to brace her forearms along the wrought iron railing. She could hear the pleasant beat of music coming from the depths of her home and its playful rhythm caused her hips to idly sway from side to side. Her tail flicked with excitement as she could also smell the powerful aroma of prepared food for the evening’s festivities.

            The click of the door to her room opening caught the tiger goddess’s attention and she turned just enough to look over her shoulder. She was greeted with the sight of Timothy pulling in a rack of elegant dresses that she was supposed to try on, per Wyatt’s instruction. The fact that open nudity hadn’t been fully accepted as the norm for society still irked her.

            With a sigh, the tiger goddess left her place and meandered into the room just as the mouse came to a stop. He looked at her with a beaming smile and stepped away from the rack so she could freely inspect each garment.

            Fian casually stroked her paw across the whole assortment and huffed disapprovingly as she craned her head. She started from the back and nonchalantly rifled through the hangers, barely giving each more than a second of consideration. On occasion she would snag one and give it a more thorough look over before replacing it and continuing. When she finally got to the front, where Timothy was standing nearest, she dismissively waved her paw at the assortment and approached him.

            “Is everything all right, Madam Fian?” the mouse asked as he peered up at her, his arms folded behind his back with his small chest pushed.

            “Not at all,” the tiger goddess replied and stopped directly in front of him. She was so close that from the side, his head would have been obscured by her breasts. He didn’t even flinch, in fact his gaze never left the curtain of hair that hovered in front of her eyes.

            “I’m sorry to hear that. How may I remedy your mood?” he asked with a practiced, professional tone.

            “You’ve not brought any snacks or dishes with you, just these tiresome clothes that I’m supposed to cover up my beauty with,” she sighed and set a folded fist on one hip while she leaned closer. The inside of her breasts now brushed his cheeks and the only change in demeanor that occurred was a slight twitch of his nose as her divine aura sparked along his whiskers.

            “Wyatt didn’t think food would be necessary since an entire feast is waiting for us once you’ve chosen a dress and joined the party,” Timothy explained.

            “Not good enough,” Fian grumbled, though her tone hid a playful edge. “Wyatt should know better and so should you. Didn’t you think to insist on my part?”

            Timothy’s ears splayed back and his shoulders slumped just a little. “I do apologize, Madam Fian, but I did insist that something be brought up with me. Wyatt thought it would encourage you to dawdling.”

            “Did he now?” Fian grumbled and snapped her back straight. “Show’s how well he knows me after all these years. With no snack to hold me over until I get downstairs, I now need to search for one on my own.”

            “If you’d like, I could run down to the kitchen and grab something for you,” Timothy offered.

            “Not quick enough. Looks like I’ll need to devour one of my beloved little servants,” she said and flashed a broad grin that showed off every sharp tooth in her maw.

            The mouse blinked, somewhat startled at the power behind her words and the predatory expression. His heart galloped against his ribs as fresh adrenaline coaxed through his veins. He opened his mouth to ask for clarification but he was cut off by Fian suddenly grabbing him by the sides.

            Her claws tore through his shirt like it was paper, rending the fabric into ribbons as she yanked away the article. A second swipe down caught the hem of his bottoms, slicing the belt that held them up like it was made of butter. She caught both shredded parts of his outfit and pulled in opposite directions.

            Timothy looked down at his now naked body in shocked disbelief at how quickly it all happened. He was only given a second to process it before Fian’s paws hooked under his arms and sent him hurdling across the room.

            By the time Timothy uttered a startled yelp, he was bouncing safely on top of the nearby king-sized bed. The world came back into focus just in time to see the tiger goddess, now standing at the foot of the bed, take hold of his footwear and yank them off with little regard of tearing them like the rest of his clothes.

            “Yes, very tasty looking,” Fian teased and crawled on top.

Part of the mouse’s mind relaxed along with his tensed form, but his racing heart kept him in a heightened state. The tiger goddess giggled as she eased between his legs and settled on her belly with her head hovering just over his lap.

“Oh please, Timothy, you didn’t think I’d really eat you, did you?” she laughed. Her paws reached to stroke along the outside of his thighs and stopped when they came to his waist.

“O-of course not, Madam Fian,” he said back and quickly cleared his throat.

Fian smirked and shook her head. “But I didn’t lie about wanting something to sate my hunger. Hope you don’t mind indulging me.”

“As you wish, Madam Fian,” he mumbled, though she was already moving. The tiger goddess craned her head down to brush her nose against his groin. His soft cock lifted away with a simple nudge to give her full access to his balls. She melded her lips to the sensitive orbs to deliver a divinity charged kiss that had the mouse’s still rushing blood traveling to more useful places.

Timothy startled at the touch as he watched the tiger goddess work her energy. Though he couldn’t see her eyes through her hair, he got the sense that she was intently watching his cock swell to a rock-hard state within seconds. It throbbed with need and vigor to the point of almost being painful, and for the first time since being placed there, the mouse felt something other than apprehension.

“That’s my good boy,” Fian chuffed and stroked her paws down his legs. As soon as they got to his knees, they grasped and yanked up to force the mouse to curl in on himself. He squeaked in surprise, now far more exposed than he had ever been to the tiger goddess.

Being splayed wide, Fian was given full access to her servant. She started by sinking once more, this time aiming below his balls to the pucker just above his tail. Her nose nudged past his cheeks and her soft tongue traced the wrinkled surface.

            The same pleasing jolt occurred and Timothy couldn’t help but wiggle as more licks followed. Each stroke of her tongue slathered the small pink ring until it glistened with saliva. Though it was only surface attention at the moment, he could feel her energy travel through his insides and spur the nerves of his pelvis into virile eagerness.

            It wasn’t uncommon for Timothy to be taken by other males in this way, his overly submissive nature practically ensured it, but this was a first for Fian to do such a thing. His body begged for more but his mind kept him locked in a permanent state of obedience.

            To the tiger goddess, his effeminate moans and squeaks brought her own excitement to bear. She lapped faster, purposely nudging her nose along his small package when the tip of her appendage crossed his taint. His cock flexed every time and beads of precum spilled from the tip. With every breath she took she was able to taste his growing desire.

            The tip of her tongue eventually pressed to the center of his tailhole and eased inside without much resistance. He squeezed her wiggling appendage as if trying to deny her entry, but truthfully, he was nearly begging to be penetrated. She licked at his inner walls the farther she went, stopping only when she grazed against his prostate.

            Timothy’s small sack sat on the bridge of her nose as she kept her face buried between his buttcheeks. His hips desperately churned in an attempt to get even closer to the source of pleasure that toyed at his most intimate places. Each wiggle within sent a jolt of mind-numbing ecstasy through his belly that made him feel like he was on the edge of cumming. Truthfully, he was, but the tiger goddess kept him from going too far before she had her own fun.

            Only a minute or two went by of her toying before she withdrew her tongue and leaned back, but it felt like so much longer. The mouse stared at the ceiling, his eyes half lidded and crossed. His mouth hung open and his thin chest heaved with heavy breaths that still came as gasps.

            Fian giggled at the sight and suddenly clamped her lips around the entirety of his sack. The familiar tingles of bliss cascaded along his sensitive orbs as her tongue rolled them back and forth. They were small enough that she could engulf them without fear of her teeth getting in the way, yet large enough that she could rely on them delivering a satisfying load.

            Timothy’s desperate squeaks and squirms started once again, his legs even attempting to wrap around her head but were stopped by her firm grasp. Forced to stay flat on the bed, there was little he could do but endure the powerful sensations that his matron so graciously assailed his body with.

            Fian’s suckling gave the impression that she was trying to pull his sack down her throat as she drew a fairly strong vacuum. It teetered right on the edge of being painful but somehow always lilted to pleasure. Once she was satisfied that his particularly desperate flavor was swallowed away, she relinquished his balls and drifted farther up.

            Her lips stroked along the underside of his cock, spitting nearly imperceptible sparks along the way. It was a sensation not unlike a powerful vibrator that one of his coworkers had once firmly pressed to his member during one of their own play sessions. It caused his already painfully throbbing cock to feel like it was going to burst, but it was instantly quelled when she reached the tip and swallowed the whole length in one fluid dive.

            Timothy screamed and his paws grasped the sides of her head purely on reaction. Her face buried firm to his pelvis with her tongue swirling along the full circumference of his meager size. So much precum exuded from his dick that it was like he was in the midst of relieving himself in her mouth.

            That particularly devious thought had the tiger goddess grinning to herself as she suckled. She gradually shook her head to grind his flesh along the inside of her cheeks while her copious saliva slathered his length. She greedily swallowed the swirling concoction and started bobbing her head.

            Her pleased chuffs vibrated the mouse’s cock as she leaned up to the point of just holding the head between her lips before diving back to his pelvis. She kept the flat of her tongue firm to the underside of his shaft with every stroke as she fell into a consistent rhythm. The small paws that desperately grasped at the sides of her head constantly fidgeted as his body fought between trying to get away from the intense treatment and trying to get more of it.

            Lost in a blissful void of divine energy that stroked out to every piece of fur on his body, Timothy couldn’t do anything but squirm and moan his love for the tiger goddess. He didn’t know how long she desired to continue the treatment, but she must have gotten her fill at some point because the throbbing sensations of her joyful murmurs eventually withdrew.

            The mouse’s head buzzed with lingering ecstasy as cool air tickled his soaked member. He craned his head to look down at the woman and was greeted to the sight of her climbing on top. She still held his legs as she did and the mouse was forced to curl in on himself even deeper. His feet splayed so wide that he was nearly doing the splits and his ankles eventually came to a rest on either side of his head. Fian stopped when she crouched to hover her backside over his cock, practically sitting on his thighs as she did.

            She relinquished her hold on one leg for just a second for her to guide his cock far enough back to set the tip against her tailhole. The mouse’s eyes went wide with surprise as he then watched his member delve far into her tightest hole, fresh warmth cascading through his lower body.

            “I got to play with your ass, it’s only fair that you do the same to mine,” Fian commented casually as she came to a stop, every last inch of him buried in her bowels. Her velvet insides gripped him firmly as she began to bounce.

            Fresh precum spilled from the mouse’s cock and coated her already welcoming depths. She could taste the pleasure that resonated through her lover as she was similarly treated to the sensation of her ring being stretched.

            Timothy’s moans carried loudly as he closed his eyes and arched his back. He clawed at the bed covers as he desperately tried to cope with the blissful waves that rolled through his member. His shifting expressions never ceased to make the tiger goddess smile adoringly.

            Her riding started at a moderate pace that quickly picked up speed. The strike of her hips hitting his grew to a rapid applause that threatened to overtake the exchange of moans. Her own low growls escaped with every exhale as the intensity blossomed.

            The excitement of the moment caused Fian’s pussy to spill her essence onto his lap. Each drop was like hot wax on Timothy’s over stimulated skin. The onslaught of pleasure that coursed through his cock and pelvis had his mind going blank and for so long it was like he couldn’t control any of his wiggling movements.

            The warmth of the room grew to the point that fresh sweat began breaking across the mouse’s face and chest. Fian could taste it with each inhale, the salty mixture coated her tongue like she just licked his neck. She savored it like it was her favorite wine. Combined with the blissful roil through her tailhole with every motion that she made, and her climax was quick to build.

            The nerves through Timothy’s cock were on fire. His shaft throbbed and flexed every time her constricting ring slid down. He could feel her muscles massage his cock as she pulled up, acting like she didn’t want to let go. His own euphoria was kept at bay by her divinity and he was nearly begging for release.

            Having savored his desires, Fian granted him an end to the bliss.

            With electricity snapping in the air between their bodies, the tiger goddess let out a thunderous roar and let her energy go. Her pussy sprayed his pelvis and lower belly in cum that soaked his fur and further marked him as her territory. She slammed down onto his cock and held there to let her insides milk his girth as he went surging into his own screaming high.

            Timothy’s cries of ecstasy were easily drowned out by the tiger goddess’s shout, so the only thing that truly marked his end was the burst of cum that shot into her bowels. The thick volume betrayed the otherwise average size of the mouse’s cock and balls, as the thick seed would have no doubt gushed from her cunt had he been there instead.

            Fian held the mouse in place as the intensity gradually passed away. Once she regained her composure, she turned her gaze back to Timothy as he laid gasping and limp. Pleasure still titillated his nerves, so light moans were frequent as he took much longer to recover.

            The hold on his legs eventually released and the tiger goddess let up to give him more room to relax. It was obvious that he was going to take quite some time before he was going to get back up, and she did have a party to attend to, after all.

            Fian stepped down from the bed and made her way back over to the rack of clothes to inspect the selection once again. With a clearer mind, she came to realize that it was an adequate assortment and decided on a simple black dress that matched the deep shade of her stripes. She donned it quickly and took a moment to look herself over in a nearby mirror.

            She was perfection incarnate, she decided to herself as she turned enough to view her figure from every angle. She nodded confidently and trotted for the door. Before exiting, she stole one last glance at the mouse and noticed that he had since fallen asleep.

            An amused giggle followed her out into the hallway as she carefully closed the door behind so that she didn’t wake him. She’d make sure that Wyatt wasn’t too harsh on him when Timothy would no doubt fail to show up for his other duties, prompting the head mouse to go looking.

            But in the meantime, the tiger goddess followed the smell of freshly prepared food and the growing sound of chatter. Wyatt would also be wondering where she was even more.

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