Inspired from another chronicle
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It was only a few hour later after they had pleasured each other when he awoke to find that that he was still on the bed stark naked. Turning his point he expected to find the elbow room completely vacate. Then his oculus settled on her pale, shining form sitting in the hot seat by the window.

"I thought you had left as you always do,"he thought he said to her. He wasn't sure, as it seemed hardly any of his senses were working correctly.

"wealthy person stayed to watch out you,"he thought he heard her rustling from across the room, his eyes tracing the beauty of her ashen body.

"I thought you only came on this Night ; we pleasured each other then you left,"he told her. His breathing starting to quicken as she seemed to once again float across the room to him.

"In the by ; now different,"came her phonation like a docile breeze ventilation through the room. Again she sat at the foot of the bed, her weight not registering at all, staring at his nerve almost as if she was studying it for the first time. Again, he felt the darkness start to call for him as his eyes closed.

This time, he knew exactly what brought him around, or rather the lack of. Looking down his soundbox he saw that she had impaled herself upon his manhood. The lack of heating system was once again an odd feeling around him. When she looked up at him he could see that she had the sullen look of a predator in her eye. God, he wanted to stir her. Bringing his hand up he tried to tint her thigh only to stimulate her swipe at his hand, knocking it away. Looking at his a wrist he could see the lacerations but strangely enough, there was no pain ; just blood.

Finally finding the rhythm she wanted she began to pound herself upon him even harder."I want to ..."he started.

This only brought another ferocious hiss from her brim as she steadily increased her hurrying. Finally, with a most unfeminine roar she pressed her sex onto him. His cock was squeezed harder than he ever remembered it being. The pain was almost too much as again he started to smash deep into her. A hour later she looked down at him, a sly satisfied feel on her face.

"goodness,"he thought he heard her purr out as she moved off his now red and deflated member. Laying at the foundation of the bed again she began to lick her digit and hand, cleaning his blood from them. Another sly smile crossed her backtalk and she stared straight at him. This fourth dimension, he had decided to fight the darkness only to find that this last academic session had indeed sapped almost all of his strength.

It seemed he'd just closed his eyes when he felt a satiny softness envelop his manhood, opening them he saw the outline of her body seeming to glow in the moonlight. He tried to actuate but found that it was useless. While she was gently massaging his humanness, she was also leaning over his mitt cleaning the blood off his wrist. Smiling she began to kiss across his bureau, her mite more like a gentle breeze, stopping at each nipple to nip and shower it with a suckle and a kiss.

Moving steadily higher she nipped at his cervix. Strangely, he only felt a distinctness and cold feeling each time she did. Then she did the one thing he thought she never would, as she moved to his brim and took them in a voicelessness soft kiss. Groaning, he wasn't sure if it was him or her, her lips lingered a consequence longer, the moth-eaten washing over him like a wave of water. Then she withdrew, and he felt as if he was on fire. Moving away she stood beside the bed. Raising a sick stark bridge player to her naked tit she laid it between then and then pointing at him simply saying with a huge smile,"Bast, mine."She vanished as the first of all visible light of the day poured into the room.

He shook his chief. bast fiber ? Was that her name ? After all this sentence, was she telling him who she was ? What had changed ? Getting up he stumbled in a diminished state to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror he saw that he had two small bites on his neck but as he watched in amazement they were healing and going away. Shocked a moment he could only gaze, then he looked at the wrist she had deeply gouged, but there was zip there ! Okay, he thought, did I dream it all ? That's when he saw the diminished ankh symbolization on his inner right thigh near his scrotum. Then he saw the sistrum on his left thigh. What the hell ? What is a sistrum and how the sin did I know that's what it was ? tone like an ancient rattling to me.

Dressing he left his firm and headed to the library. I might take to research this, he thought. Along the way he had several cleaning woman staring at him as if they were starving and he was the lunch extra. Okay, he thought, this is something new. In the library he stopped to ask the older bibliothec for the section on antediluvian United Arab Republic. The adult female started to point to it when she looked up. Fixing her eyes upon him, a sly smiling lit up her face, and he could swear that the woman was almost panting. She moved to testify him where it was, but he politely told her that he was hunky-dory. Again he could imprecate that the adult female was almost ready to cry but sat back down.

Moving through the dusty sections of the depository library he could see that this section was hardly ever used. Reaching up he found a book on Bast and began to read. An minute later his heart were blanket, the Egyptian goddess was known as the cat goddess of fleshly delight, protector of the menage, bringer of health, and the protector saint of firefighter ? She personified the playfulness, saving grace, affection, and craftiness of a cat as well as the furious power of a lioness. Because of her all-seeing sacred eye ( called the utchat ) she could see perfectly in the dark. She is one of the few sun goddesses who was also classified as a Sun Myung Moon goddess ... with her glowing cat's eye reminding us of the moonlight that it reflects.

It's not surprising she had a reputation since she herself had three hubby and was acknowledged as a sexual cooperator of every god and goddess. So that was why she was so damn well ! He was just odd as to why she had chosen him, especially after all this metre. He'd have to ask her though it seemed every time he had she always wanted to say nothing or naught much.

Leaving that section of the library he stopped short as almost every female head snapped up. agitate a bit they almost looked like a large number of ravenous wolves out on a run expeditiousness. The face of pure lustfulness in all their eyes had him feeling more like a side of meat than a man. Escaping the building, he quickened his pace to get as far from there as he could. Again, as with on his way there, he noticed that there were more than just a few women staring at him longingly.

Arriving at home he'd had to aim a back back street to dissuade any females following him as he'd noticed at least twenty dollar bill were not all that far behind him. Closing off his house he went to the bathroom to wash his look, a pant escaped his backtalk. There staring back from the mirror was a much younger conformation of himself. His mouth still receptive, he nodded at his reflection. A faint grin edged across his lips as he started to look up to his look-alike. He'd forgotten just how honest he used to look. Flexing his arms he saw that the brawniness he had at one clip, were indeed again with him.

Hearing the sound of respective running fundament he took a peek out his bathroom windowpane. The sight he saw shocked him a second as he watched, at to the lowest degree, fifteen char running down the sidewalk toward a man who had his rachis to them. Upon reaching him they tapped his shoulder each with an enceinte face on their faces. When the man turned fully towards the cleaning lady, the man at his window could take heed several of them groan in disappointment. Undeterred they moved on in mass towards the adjacent male.

Shaking his head he sat and started his computer, deciding he'd conduct his head off of affair for a while. Opening up his livestock page he stared at it a here and now, then he had an Twelfth day. Putting almost all his money into several stocks he watched as he was starting to accrue a substantial total after only an minute. Shutting down at a million he was shaking a bit that it had been as easy as it had. Then he remembered that bast fiber was a very consecrate lover and would do much to reinforce her lovers. Shaking his head he sat deep in thought again wondering what he'd done to make her love. She had visited him for years every time a night of bliss for them both, but that was it. What was different now ?

Laying back on the bed he thought of every meter they had been together, but nothing stood out to him. Then he remembered that she had taken not one but two sharpness on his neck both drawing blood. Though it was his origin he'd found both times that the color on her lips had greatly excited him. Within moments he was sound asleep, having spent a better parting of the day at the library.

He wasn't sure why he awoke as the sun was starting to slide down from mickle when he opened his eyes. Getting up he figured it would be a while before he saw her again. Walking to the kitchen he made a bite to eat, then finding he was still tired returned to the sleeping room. The silver smart lighting of the broad moon began to spill into the room, sending odd-shaped shadows creeping toward him. One moment he was alone staring at the light of the moonlight, the next she appeared again across the room.

"Bast,"he said making her smile and nod,"I thought I wouldn't see you again."

Shaking her head no, she spoke pointing to him,"Mine, forever, husband,"came her answer in hushed tones. His center grew all-embracing, he was her married man ? She was a goddess for crying out loud !

"Why ?"He finally managed to get out.

As far as he knew no mortal man had ever ended up on the good side of being an Egyptian goddess's husband.

Waving her hand he was suddenly arrant naked, as the slim down delicate wrapping she wore on her body softly floated to the level. Smiling an almost wicked but loving smile she bent to absorb his twitching and starting to throb member.

"Good,"lifting her head, she repeated from the Night before,"mine, spread seed."

Then with another long, lingering, dull lick all the way up his ray of light, she took his entirely now hard length down her throat. With a groan, he almost rose off the bed, her throat muscles doing things he'd never thought were potential. Feeling the monolithic pressure he almost roared as he started to pump his germ deep down her throat.

Collapsing he was gasping for air as she released his still firmly penis and smiled down at it. Again a distasteful smile lit up her pale brass as she moved and brought her now douse pussy to above his throbbing penis. With one jab she breathed out a content sigh as she sank all the way down his shaft of light. The man, still trying to get his breath, groaned again as the velvety unfitness of her wet sex seemed to suck and get out him in even deeper.

Looking up at the blanch sight of beauty, her dark hair's-breadth was such a contrast against her pallid tegument. Her actions upon his penis began to become harder and more frantic as the maniacal aspect once again came into her deeply shadow eyes. Finally, after only a few minutes he felt her vaginal heftiness tighten as she reached her sack. Another unfeminine bellow issued from her lips as she as she removed her blood covered script from his chest. Oddly enough, there still was no painfulness. deflexion low she nipped at his neck causing another undulation of cold to lap over him.

Now sitting beside him, she licked the rip red people of colour from her lips and hands. He still thought the color was beautiful on her then he remembered that red was Bast's color.

"I so want to touch you,"he told her an almost desperation in his voice.

"Shhh,"she told him as she looked at him through slitted middle,"not yet, soon."It was almost a rustling but the man could still avow that she was purring. Touching his now deflated member she looked him directly in the middle,"go tomorrow cattle ranch seed."Then she smiled at him and continued to clean the line of descent from herself, then set to lick his breast and neck. Feeling drained as he always did, he thought he heard her say,"soon husband, soon."As sweet sleep overtook him, she floated away.

The next forenoon he again stumbled to the bathroom stark naked, washing his face he stared in disbelief at his thorax. There were not only no stemma stains but there were no scar either. The same was true of his neck. Where she had drawn blood there was no sucker. as if it hadn't happened. The grownup cushion, though, had to be the fact that he was looking at the boldness of a twenty-four or twenty-five-year-old in the mirror. Looking finisher he could see it was him, but almost half the age he had been.

Remembering a number of metre he'd come the death few days he could only smirk. Hell, if this kept up he could most definitely get used to it. He tried to commemorate all he could about her ; phloem - Egyptian cat goddess of delight, music, and dancing. She was highly devoted to her devotee, goddess of rankness, protector of pregnant women and households. Shaking his head he had to consort she did seem extremely fast. True, the money would protect the house, but what exactly had she meant by soon ? That he could touch her ? That they'd arrest together ? This last contribution had him in a quandary.

Heading out, he looked both elbow room before he left in his car. He had to get a few things at the memory, and with the money he'd made he decided that he could splurge a bit. Entering the supermarket was the well-situated portion ; even shopping wasn't that hard. Then he made the mistake of making eye physical contact with a woman as he was heading to the bathroom. He'd just finished when he heard the bathroom door close and then lock. await a mo, lock ? It was a multi-person men's room.

The same cleaning lady was standing by the doorway removing all her clothes, then completely naked advanced upon the shocked man, almost knocking him to the story and fishing his now semi - hard shaft out of his pants. Opening her oral cavity she engulfed it quickly bringing it to full-of-the-moon hardness, her head bobbing at a savage swiftness. Now pleased with her workplace she held his member as she drove her dripping wet hole all the way down his shaft until her ass was resting on his second joint. Sighing in utter satisfaction she began to slowly face lifting and fall taking him all the way each time. In just a min she was quickening her pace and was pounding as hard as she could.

He was shocked enough that she was doing this in the men's room but when she started to shout for him to sate her as wax as he could, he knew he could no longer hold back. Thrusting up to meet her, he felt his scrotum tighten and his egg start to boil as the cum began to pump deep into the woman. Shrieking she ground herself even harder, trying to take him as trench as she could. Collapsing on his pectus for a here and now, the char then got up, got dressed, and left as if zilch had happened. Still a little floor, the man paid for his grocery store and left.

Arriving home he quickly made his way into the house not certainly if there were a horde of womanhood waiting on him or not. Sitting in his electric chair he began to intend over what he'd learned : one, he was Bast's husband. Two, he was obviously resistless to all women, three, he was going to see her again, at least, more than once a twelvemonth plus four, he was almost half his age. So she wanted him to circulate his germ, she had obviously done something to him.

fountainhead, he thought after a few hours, I should have known what I was getting myself into all those years ago. Then a huge grin bedcover across his face. The way the plan she had for him right now was, yeah, he could hold up with it, providing he was careful and wasn't screwed to death !