Inspired from another story
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It was only a few hr later after they had pleasured each other when he awoke to find that that he was still on the bed stark naked. Turning his principal he expected to find the room completely vacuous. Then his heart settled on her pale, shining form sitting in the chair 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.

"Have stayed to learn you,"he thought he heard her whisper 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 whet as she seemed to once again plasterer's float across the elbow room to him.

"In the past times ; now dissimilar,"came her interpreter like a gentle pushover external respiration through the way. Again she sat at the animal foot of the bed, her weight not registering at all, staring at his look almost as if she was studying it for the first of all time. Again, he felt the darkness scratch to take him as his eyes closed.

This time, he knew exactly what brought him around, or rather the lack of. Looking down his eubstance he saw that she had impaled herself upon his humanness. The lack of heat was once again an odd flavor around him. When she looked up at him he could see that she had the morose facial expression of a predator in her eyes. God, he wanted to touch her. Bringing his mitt up he tried to touch her thigh only to hold her swipe at his hand, knocking it away. Looking at his a carpus he could see the lacerations but strangely enough, there was no pain ; just blood.

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

This simply brought another violent Bronx cheer from her lips as she steadily increased her fastness. Finally, with a most unfeminine hollo she pressed her sex onto him. His dick was squeezed voiceless than he ever remembered it being. The annoyance was almost too a great deal as again he started to blast rich into her. A min later she looked down at him, a sly slaked look on her face.

"Good,"he thought he heard her purr out as she moved off his now red and crestfallen member. Laying at the foot of the bed again she began to lick her finger and hand, cleaning his line of descent from them. Another sly grin crossed her lips and she stared straight at him. This time, he had decided to fight down the darkness only to find that this last session had indeed sapped almost all of his strength.

It seemed he'd just closed his eyes when he felt a silky softness wrap his manhood, opening them he saw the outline of her body seeming to glow in the Moon. He tried to move but found that it was useless. While she was gently massaging his humanness, she was also leaning over his hand cleaning the profligate off his articulatio radiocarpea. Smiling she began to kiss across his chest of drawers, her spot more like a gentle breeze, stopping at each mammilla to nip and lavish it with a suckle and a kiss.

Moving steadily high-pitched she nipped at his neck. Strangely, he only felt a raciness and moth-eaten notion each time she did. Then she did the one thing he thought she never would, as she moved to his lips and took them in a whisper soft kiss. Groaning, he wasn't sure if it was him or her, her lips lingered a moment longer, the cold washing over him like a waving of water supply. Then she withdrew, and he felt as if he was on fire. Moving away she stood beside the bed. Raising a wan thoroughgoing hand to her naked breasts she laid it between then and then pointing at him simply saying with a huge smile,"Bast, mine."She vanished as the first off light of the day poured into the room.

He shook his head. Bast ? Was that her name ? After all this sentence, was she telling him who she was ? What had changed ? Getting up he stumbled in a weakened State to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror he saw that he had two pocket-sized bites on his neck but as he watched in amazement they were healing and going away. Shocked a moment he could only stare, then he looked at the wrist she had deeply gouged, but there was nothing there ! Okay, he thought, did I daydream it all ? That's when he saw the belittled ankh symbol 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 hell did I know that's what it was ? smell like an ancient rattling to me.

Dressing he left his family and headed to the library. I might want to research this, he thought. Along the way he had several woman staring at him as if they were starving and he was the lunch special. Okay, he thought, this is something new. In the library he stopped to call for the older librarian for the section on ancient Arab Republic of Egypt. The woman started to point to it when she looked up. Fixing her eyes upon him, a sly smile lit up her face, and he could swear that the woman was almost panting. She moved to show him where it was, but he politely told her that he was hunky-dory. Again he could swan that the woman was almost ready to cry but sat back down.

Moving through the dusty plane section 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 time of day later his middle were across-the-board, the Egyptian goddess was known as the cat goddess of sensual pleasure, protector of the household, bringer of wellness, and the guardian nonpareil of firefighters ? She personified the playfulness, gracility, tenderness, and cunning of a cat as well as the furious king of a lioness. Because of her all-seeing sacred eye ( called the utchat ) she could see perfectly in the shadow. She is one of the few sun goddesses who was also classified as a moon goddess ... with her glowing cat's eye reminding us of the moon that it reflects.

It's not surprising she had a reputation since she herself had three husbands and was acknowledged as a sexual spouse of every god and goddess. So that was why she was so damn thoroughly ! He was just peculiar as to why she had chosen him, especially after all this meter. He'd have to ask her though it seemed every time he had she always wanted to say nada or cypher much.

Leaving that surgical incision of the library he stopped short-circuit as almost every female head snapped up. Shaken a bit they almost looked like a inner circle of ravenous wolves out on a hunt expeditiousness. The look of pure lust in all their oculus had him feeling more like a side of meat of meat than a man. Escaping the building, he quickened his yard to get as far from there as he could. Again, as with on his way there, he noticed that there were to a greater extent than just a few cleaning lady staring at him longingly.

Arriving at home he'd had to pack a back alleyway to dissuade any female person following him as he'd noticed at to the lowest degree twenty were not all that far behind him. Closing off his house he went to the bathroom to wash his expression, a gasp escaped his sassing. There staring back from the mirror was a much younger form of himself. His mouth still unfastened, he nodded at his reflexion. A faint smile edged across his sassing as he started to admire his persona. He'd forgotten just how good he used to search. Flexing his arms he saw that the sinew he had at one meter, were indeed again with him.

sense of hearing the audio of various running feet he took a peek out his bathroom window. The sight he saw shocked him a instant as he watched, at least, xv cleaning woman running down the sidewalk toward a man who had his back to them. Upon reaching him they tapped his berm each with an expectant look on their faces. When the man turned fully towards the adult female, the man at his windowpane could hear 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 take his mind off of matter for a piece. Opening up his blood page he stared at it a import, then he had an epiphany. Putting almost all his money into various gunstock he watched as he was starting to accrue a substantial amount after only an hour. Shutting down at a million he was shaking a bit that it had been as easy as it had. Then he remembered that bast was a very devoted lover and would do much to reward her lovers. Shaking his head he sat deep in idea again wondering what he'd done to realize her passion. She had visited him for old age every clock time a night of blissfulness for them both, but that was it. What was dissimilar now ?

laying back on the bed he thought of every time they had been together, but zilch stood out to him. Then he remembered that she had taken not one but two bites on his neck opening both drawing blood line. Though it was his blood he'd found both times that the coloration on her lip had greatly excited him. Within bit he was good asleep, having spent a better part of the day at the library.

He wasn't sure why he awoke as the sun was starting to pass from batch when he opened his heart. 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 silvery bright sparkle of the full moon began to spill into the elbow room, sending odd-shaped trace creeping toward him. One moment he was alone staring at the lighting of the moon, the next she appeared again across the room.

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

shaking her head no, she spoke pointing to him,"Mine, forever, married man,"came her answer in quiesce tones. His eyes grew encompassing, he was her hubby ? 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 expert side of being an Egyptian goddess's husband.

Waving her hand he was suddenly bare naked, as the thin delicate wrap she wore on her body softly floated to the floor. Smiling an almost wicked but loving smile she bent to engulf his twitching and starting to shudder member.

"goodness,"lifting her headland, she repeated from the Night before,"mine, broadcast seed."

Then with another retentive, lingering, tardily clout all the way up his light beam, she took his whole now firmly length down her throat. With a moan, he almost rose off the bed, her pharynx sinew doing things he'd never thought were potential. Feeling the monolithic pressure he almost roared as he started to pump his ejaculate deep down her throat.

Collapsing he was gasping for air as she released his still hard member and smiled down at it. Again a wicked smile lit up her pale face as she moved and brought her now tight pussy to above his throbbing penis. With one thrust she breathed out a contented sigh as she sank all the way down his prick. The man, still trying to catch his intimation, groaned again as the velvety softness of her wet sex seemed to give suck and draw him in even deeper.

Looking up at the sick imaginativeness of beauty, her gloomy hair's-breadth was such a direct contrast against her blanch skin. Her action mechanism upon his penis began to become knockout and more frantic as the maniac tone once again came into her deeply shadow center. Finally, after only a few minutes he felt her vaginal muscles tighten as she reached her release. Another unfeminine holler issued from her backtalk as she as she removed her blood covered hands from his thorax. Oddly enough, there still was no pain. Bending low she nipped at his neck opening causing another wafture of cold to wash over him.

Now sitting beside him, she licked the blood red color from her lip and workforce. He still thought the coloring was beautiful on her then he remembered that red was Bast's color.

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

"Shhh,"she told him as she looked at him through slitted eyes,"not yet, soon."It was almost a whisper but the man could still trust that she was purring. Touching his now deflated member she looked him directly in the heart,"go tomorrow spreadhead seed."Then she smiled at him and continued to cleanse the blood from herself, then hang to lick his chest 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 breast. There were not only no blood smear but there were no scratching either. The same was truthful of his neck. Where she had drawn blood there was no mark. as if it hadn't happened. The biggest shock, though, had to be the fact that he was looking at the face of a twenty-four or twenty-five-year-old in the mirror. Looking closer he could see it was him, but almost half the age he had been.

Remembering a number of times he'd come the last few Day he could only smirk. Hell, if this kept up he could most definitely get used to it. He tried to remember all he could about her ; bast fiber - Egyptian cat goddess of pleasure, music, and dancing. She was highly devoted to her devotee, goddess of fertility, protector of pregnant cleaning woman and households. Shaking his head he had to check she did appear extremely loyal. True, the money would protect the household, but what exactly had she meant by soon ? That he could touch her ? That they'd stay together ? This terminal parting had him in a quandary.

Heading out, he looked both ways 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 easy role ; even shopping wasn't that hard. Then he made the mistake of making eye touch with a woman as he was heading to the toilet. He'd just finished when he heard the toilet door close and then lock. Wait a minute, lock ? It was a multi-person men's room.

The same char was standing by the door removing all her dress, then completely naked advanced upon the scandalize man, almost knocking him to the floor and fishing his now semi - toilsome putz out of his pants. Opening her mouth she engulfed it quickly bringing it to total rigor, her head bobbing at a furious swiftness. Now pleased with her work she held his member as she drove her dripping wet mess all the way down his pecker until her ass was resting on his second joint. Sighing in utter expiation she began to slowly lift and drop taking him all the way each time. In just a moment she was quickening her stride and was pounding as hard as she could.

He was shocked enough that she was doing this in the men's elbow room but when she started to holler for him to fill her as entire as he could, he knew he could no longer carry back. Thrusting up to meet her, he felt his scrotum tighten and his balls start to churn as the cum began to pump deep into the woman. Shrieking she ground herself even harder, trying to strike him as deep as she could. Collapsing on his dresser for a moment, the fair sex then got up, got dressed, and left as if null had happened. Still a little take aback, the man paid for his groceries and left.

Arriving home he quickly made his way into the house not sure if there were a drove of adult female waiting on him or not. Sitting in his professorship he began to recollect over what he'd learned : one, he was Bast's husband. Two, he was obviously irresistible to all women, three, he was going to see her again, at to the lowest degree, Thomas More than once a year plus four, he was almost half his age. So she wanted him to fan out his ejaculate, she had obviously done something to him.

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