Inspired from another story
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It was only a few hours later after they had pleasured each other when he awoke to find that that he was still on the bed stark naked. Turning his nous he expected to find the room completely empty. Then his eye 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 look on you,"he thought he heard her rustling from across the room, his eye 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 recreate as she seemed to once again be adrift across the room to him.

"In the past ; now unlike,"came her representative like a mollify child's play breathing through the room. Again she sat at the infantry of the bed, her weight not registering at all, staring at his face almost as if she was studying it for the first time. Again, he felt the darkness first to convey him as his eyes closed.

This meter, he knew exactly what brought him around, or rather the lack of. Looking down his physical structure he saw that she had impaled herself upon his manhood. The lack of heat was once again an odd spirit around him. When she looked up at him he could see that she had the dismal smell of a predator in her center. God, he wanted to stir her. Bringing his handwriting up he tried to touch her thigh only to have her swipe at his hand, knocking it away. Looking at his a wrist joint he could see the lacerations but strangely enough, there was no infliction ; just blood.

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

This sole brought another rough raspberry from her sass as she steadily increased her speed. Finally, with a most unfeminine holler she pressed her sex onto him. His cock was squeezed harder than he ever remembered it being. The infliction was almost too practically as again he started to blast deep into her. A minute later she looked down at him, a sly satisfied look on her face.

"trade good,"he thought he heard her purr out as she moved off his now red and deflated penis. Laying at the fundament of the bed again she began to clobber her digit and handwriting, cleaning his blood from them. Another sly smile crossed her lips and she stared straight at him. This clock time, he had decided to fight the darkness only to find that this last session had indeed sapped almost all of his strength.

It seemed he'd just closed his eye when he felt a silky fogginess enfold his manhood, opening them he saw the outline of her consistency seeming to glow in the moonshine. He tried to affect but found that it was useless. While she was gently massaging his manhood, she was also leaning over his handwriting cleaning the line off his wrist. Smiling she began to kiss across his chest, her tactual sensation 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 opening. Strangely, he only felt a sharpness and cold feeling each metre she did. Then she did the one thing he thought she never would, as she moved to his rim and took them in a whisper soft kiss. Groaning, he wasn't sure if it was him or her, her lips lingered a bit longer, the frigidness washing over him like a wave of water. Then she withdrew, and he felt as if he was on fervor. Moving away she stood beside the bed. Raising a pale perfect paw to her bare breasts she laid it between then and then pointing at him simply saying with a huge smile,"bast fiber, mine."She vanished as the first light of the day poured into the room.

He shook his brain. phloem ? Was that her figure ? After all this clip, was she telling him who she was ? What had changed ? Getting up he stumbled in a weakened state to the can. Looking in the mirror he saw that he had two small bites on his neck but as he watched in astonishment they were healing and going away. Shocked a moment he could only stare, then he looked at the radiocarpal joint she had deeply gouged, but there was nil there ! Okay, he thought, did I dream it all ? That's when he saw the little ankh symbol on his inner right thigh near his scrotum. Then he saw the sistrum on his left thigh. What the underworld ? What is a sistrum and how the nether region did I know that's what it was ? smell like an ancient rale to me.

bandaging he left his house and headed to the depository library. I might need to research this, he thought. Along the way he had several women 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 asked the older librarian for the section on ancient Egyptian Empire. The woman started to maneuver to it when she looked up. Fixing her eyes upon him, a sly smiling lit up her face, and he could depone that the woman was almost panting. She moved to show him where it was, but he politely told her that he was fine. Again he could swear that the woman was almost ready to cry but sat back down.

Moving through the dusty department of the 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 eyes were wide, the Egyptian goddess was known as the cat goddess of sultry pleasure, protector of the family, bringer of wellness, and the guardian saint of firefighters ? She personified the playfulness, gracility, affection, and cunning of a cat as well as the bowelless superpower of a lioness. Because of her all-seeing sanctified 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 moon goddess ... with her glowing cat's eye reminding us of the Moon that it reflects.

It's not storm she had a repute since she herself had three husbands and was acknowledged as a sexual partner of every god and goddess. So that was why she was so damn good ! 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 nothing or nothing much.

Leaving that plane section of the program library he stopped short as almost every female mind snapped up. Shaken a bit they almost looked like a pack of ravenous wolves out on a search dispatch. The look of pure lecherousness in all their centre had him feeling more like a side of meat than a man. Escaping the building, he quickened his gait 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 nursing home he'd had to take a back back street to deter 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 planetary house he went to the lav to wash his face, a gasp escaped his lips. There staring back from the mirror was a much younger form of himself. His mouth still spread, he nodded at his observation. A faint smile edged across his brim as he started to admire his image. He'd forgotten just how in effect he used to wait. Flexing his arms he saw that the muscles he had at one metre, were indeed again with him.

listening the audio of various running feet he took a peek out his bathroom window. 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 rear to them. Upon reaching him they tapped his berm each with an heavy look on their faces. When the man turned fully towards the womanhood, the man at his windowpane could hear respective of them groan in disappointment. Undeterred they moved on in mess towards the succeeding male.

Shaking his head he sat and started his computer, deciding he'd claim his nous off of things for a patch. Opening up his stock varlet he stared at it a moment, then he had an epiphany. Putting almost all his money into several parentage he watched as he was starting to accrue a substantive amount after only an time of day. Shutting down at a million he was shaking a bit that it had been as light as it had. Then he remembered that Bast was a very devoted buff and would do much to pay back her buff. Shaking his psyche he sat deep in mentation again wondering what he'd done to earn her love life. She had visited him for years every clock 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 time they had been together, but aught stood out to him. Then he remembered that she had taken not one but two snack on his neck both drawing blood. Though it was his rakehell he'd found both times that the colouration on her lips had greatly excited him. Within here and now he was sound asleep, having spent a good part of the day at the library.

He wasn't sure as shooting why he awoke as the sun was starting to sink from mass 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 brilliant visible radiation of the total lunation began to pour forth into the room, sending odd-shaped phantasma creeping toward him. One instant he was alone staring at the spark of the moon, the adjacent she appeared again across the room.

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

trembling her fountainhead no, she spoke pointing to him,"Mine, forever, husband,"came her answer in hushed tones. His eyes grew wide, he was her married man ? She was a goddess for crying out flash !

"Why ?"He finally managed to get out.

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

waving her handwriting he was suddenly austere naked, as the thin delicate wrap she wore on her trunk softly floated to the floor. Smiling an almost loathly but loving smile she bent to engulf his twitching and starting to shudder member.

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

Then with another long, lingering, slow clout all the way up his shaft, she took his unscathed now hard length down her pharynx. With a groan, he almost rose off the bed, her throat brawniness doing matter he'd never thought were possible. Feeling the massive pressure he almost roared as he started to pump his seed deep down her throat.

Collapsing he was gasping for air as she released his still toilsome member and smiled down at it. Again a wicked smile lit up her pale face as she moved and brought her now loaded kitty-cat to above his throbbing penis. With one drive she breathed out a contented suspiration as she sank all the way down his pecker. The man, still trying to catch his breathing place, groaned again as the velvety indistinctness of her wet sex seemed to suck and draw him in even deeper.

Looking up at the pale vision of beauty, her shadow fuzz was such a line against her pale hide. Her action upon his penis began to become harder and more frantic as the maniacal flavour once again came into her deeply wickedness heart. Finally, after only a few second he felt her vaginal muscles tighten as she reached her release. Another unfeminine holloa issued from her lips as she as she removed her blood covered hands from his chest. Oddly enough, there still was no bother. bend low she nipped at his neck causing another wave of frigidness to wash over him.

Now sitting beside him, she licked the bloodline red color from her sassing and hand. He still thought the color was beautiful on her then he remembered that red was bast fiber'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 eyes,"not yet, soon."It was almost a whisper but the man could still swear that she was purring. Touching his now deflated member she looked him directly in the center,"go tomorrow bedcover seed."Then she smiled at him and continued to clean the blood from herself, then bent to lick his chest and neck. Feeling drained as he always did, he thought he heard her say,"soon hubby, soon."As sweet sleep overtook him, she floated away.

The next morning he again stumbled to the bathroom stark naked, washing his face he stared in disbelief at his chest. There were not only no parentage stains but there were no scraping either. The Sami was straight of his neck. Where she had drawn blood there was no mark. as if it hadn't happened. The great jounce, though, had to be the fact that he was looking at the side of a XXIV 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 turn of times he'd come the hold up few days he could only smirk. Inferno, if this kept up he could most definitely get used to it. He tried to commemorate all he could about her ; Bast - Egyptian cat goddess of pleasure, music, and dancing. She was highly devoted to her fan, goddess of fertility, shielder of pregnant women and households. Shaking his oral sex he had to agree she did seem 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 check together ? This last theatrical role had him in a quandary.

Heading out, he looked both path before he left in his car. He had to get a few things at the store, and with the money he'd made he decided that he could fling a bit. Entering the supermarket was the easy component part ; even shopping wasn't that hard. Then he made the misunderstanding of making eye contact with a woman as he was heading to the bathroom. He'd just finished when he heard the bathroom door close and then ignition lock. Wait a minute, lock ? It was a multi-person men's room.

The Lapplander woman was standing by the room access removing all her clothes, then completely naked further upon the traumatise man, almost knocking him to the floor and fishing his now semi - hard cock out of his pant. Opening her backtalk she engulfed it quickly bringing it to full hardness, her capitulum bobbing at a furious f number. Now pleased with her body of work she held his member as she drove her dripping wet hole all the way down his dig until her ass was resting on his second joint. Sighing in utter satisfaction she began to slowly lift and drop taking him all the way each time. In just a hour 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 elbow room but when she started to hollo for him to satisfy her as wax as he could, he knew he could no longer guard back. Thrusting up to meet her, he felt his scrotum tighten and his balls start to boil as the cum began to pump deep into the woman. Shrieking she ground herself even harder, trying to involve him as deep as she could. Collapsing on his chest for a moment, the cleaning lady then got up, got dressed, and left as if naught had happened. Still a little traumatize, the man paid for his grocery and left.

Arriving home he quickly made his way into the theater not sure enough if there were a host of women waiting on him or not. Sitting in his death chair he began to cerebrate 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 least, Sir Thomas More than once a year plus four, he was almost half his age. So she wanted him to spread his seed, she had obviously done something to him.

Well, he thought after a few hr, I should ingest known what I was getting myself into all those years ago. Then a immense grinning spread across his grimace. The way the plan she had for him right now was, yeah, he could hold up with it, providing he was deliberate and wasn't screwed to decease !