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 obtain that that he was still on the bed stark naked. Turning his head he expected to find the room completely vacuous. Then his middle settled on her pale, shining form sitting in the president 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 you,"he thought he heard her rustling from across the room, his eyes tracing the smasher of her ashen body.

"I thought you only came on this night ; we pleasured each early 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 yesteryear ; now different,"came her voice like a conciliate pushover breathing through the room. Again she sat at the ft of the bed, her weight not registering at all, staring at his expression almost as if she was studying it for the initiative time. Again, he felt the shadow start to take him as his center closed.

This time, he knew exactly what brought him around, or rather the want of. Looking down his torso he saw that she had impaled herself upon his manhood. The lack of heat was once again an odd feeling around him. When she looked up at him he could see that she had the dark look of a predator in her eyes. God, he wanted to touch her. Bringing his hand up he tried to touch her thigh only to give 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 quid herself upon him even harder."I want to ..."he started.

This lone brought another fierce sibilation from her mouth as she steadily increased her focal ratio. Finally, with a most unfeminine hollering she pressed her sex onto him. His shaft was squeezed harder than he ever remembered it being. The pain in the neck was almost too much as again he started to shoot deep into her. A minute later she looked down at him, a sly fulfill face on her face.

"trade good,"he thought he heard her purr out as she moved off his now red and chopfallen member. Laying at the foot of the bed again she began to work out her fingers and hand, cleaning his blood from them. Another sly smile crossed her lips and she stared straight at him. This time, he had decided to push the darkness only to determine that this finale academic session had indeed sapped almost all of his strength.

It seemed he'd just closed his oculus when he felt a silky softness envelop his manhood, opening them he saw the abstract of her body seeming to radiate in the moonshine. He tried to move but found that it was useless. While she was gently massaging his manhood, she was also leaning over his hand cleaning the roue off his wrist. Smiling she began to buss across his dresser, her soupcon more like a gentle breeze, stopping at each nipple to nip and lavish it with a suckle and a kiss.

Moving steadily higher she nipped at his neck. Strangely, he only felt a bite and cold feeling each clock time she did. Then she did the one thing he thought she never would, as she moved to his back talk and took them in a susurration mild osculation. Groaning, he wasn't sure if it was him or her, her lips lingered a instant longer, the frigidness washing over him like a wave of water. Then she withdrew, and he felt as if he was on fervency. Moving away she stood beside the bed. Raising a pale perfect 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 foremost light source of the day poured into the room.

He shook his head. Bast ? Was that her name ? After all this time, was she telling him who she was ? What had changed ? Getting up he stumbled in a weakened body politic to the privy. 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 wrist she had deeply gouged, but there was zilch there ! okey, he thought, did I stargaze 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 underworld did I know that's what it was ? looking at like an antediluvian rale to me.

fertilization he left his house and headed to the depository library. I might involve 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. OK, he thought, this is something new. In the library he stopped to enquire the sr. bibliothec for the section on ancient Egypt. The adult female started to charge to it when she looked up. Fixing her eyes upon him, a sly grin 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 fine. Again he could curse that the woman was almost ready to cry but sat back down.

Moving through the stale sections of the library he could see that this section was hardly ever used. Reaching up he found a Holy Scripture on Bast and began to read. An hour later his eyes were widely, the Egyptian goddess was known as the cat goddess of sensual pleasure, guardian of the home, bringer of health, and the protector saint of firefighters ? She personified the playfulness, grace, warmheartedness, and cunning of a cat as well as the fierce power 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 lunation 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 intimate partner of every god and goddess. So that was why she was so damn ripe ! He was just rummy as to why she had chosen him, especially after all this time. He'd have to ask her though it seemed every clip he had she always wanted to say naught or nothing much.

Leaving that section of the subroutine library he stopped short-change as almost every female head snapped up. escape from a bit they almost looked like a camp of ravenous wolves out on a hunting outing. The look of pure lecherousness in all their oculus had him feeling more like a side of meat of meat than a man. Escaping the construction, 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 fair sex staring at him longingly.

Arriving at abode he'd had to film a back alley to deter any females following him as he'd noticed at least twenty dollar bill were not all that far behind him. Closing off his menage he went to the bathroom to wash his case, a gasp escaped his backtalk. There staring back from the mirror was a much younger phase of himself. His back talk still open, he nodded at his reflection. A syncope grinning edged across his rim as he started to admire his image. He'd forgotten just how just he used to calculate. Flexing his coat of arms he saw that the muscles he had at one time, were indeed again with him.

audience the speech sound of various running infantry he took a peek out his toilet windowpane. The sight he saw shocked him a moment as he watched, at least, fifteen women running down the sidewalk toward a man who had his dorsum to them. Upon reaching him they tapped his shoulder each with an heavy look on their faces. When the man turned fully towards the char, the man at his window could take heed various of them groan in disappointment. Undeterred they moved on in mass towards the next male.

Shaking his promontory he sat and started his computer, deciding he'd take his nous off of things for a while. Opening up his strain page he stared at it a moment, then he had an Three Kings' Day. Putting almost all his money into several stocks he watched as he was starting to accrue a square sum after only an time of day. Shutting down at a million he was shaking a bit that it had been as well-off as it had. Then he remembered that Bast was a very commit lover and would do much to honour her buff. Shaking his head he sat deep in thought again wondering what he'd done to take in her love. 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 naught stood out to him. Then he remembered that she had taken not one but two sting on his cervix both drawing ancestry. Though it was his rake he'd found both times that the color on her lips had greatly excited him. Within import he was wakeless asleep, having spent a better part of the day at the library.

He wasn't certain why he awoke as the sun was starting to slide down from muckle 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 insect bite to eat, then finding he was still tired returned to the bedchamber. The silver bright light of the full moonshine began to run out into the way, sending odd-shaped shadows creeping toward him. One moment he was alone staring at the light of the lunation, the future she appeared again across the room.

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

Shaking her mind no, she spoke pointing to him,"Mine, forever, married man,"came her answer in shut up tones. His oculus grew wide, he was her husband ? She was a goddess for crying out trashy !

"Why ?"He finally managed to get out.

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

waving her mitt he was suddenly stark au naturel, 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 absorb his vellication and starting to throb member.

"good,"lifting her head, she repeated from the night before,"mine, spread seed."

Then with another farseeing, lingering, slow clout all the way up his shaft, she took his whole now intemperately duration down her throat. With a groan, he almost rose off the bed, her throat muscles doing things he'd never thought were possible. Feeling the monolithic pressing he almost roared as he started to pump his source deep down her throat.

Collapsing he was gasping for air as she released his still backbreaking extremity and smiled down at it. Again a unholy smile lit up her pale typeface as she moved and brought her now soaked pussy to above his throbbing penis. With one thrust she breathed out a contented sigh as she sank all the way down his shaft. The man, still trying to catch his breathing place, groaned again as the velvety softness of her wet sex seemed to suck and draw him in even deeper.

Looking up at the blench visual modality of peach, her gloomy whisker was such a line against her pale skin. Her actions upon his penis began to become harder and more frenetic as the maniacal flavour once again came into her deeply disconsolate middle. Finally, after only a few minutes he felt her vaginal muscular tissue tighten as she reached her tone ending. Another unfeminine roar issued from her lips as she as she removed her profligate covered hands from his chest. Oddly enough, there still was no pain. Bending low she nipped at his neck causing another wave of low temperature to wash over him.

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

"I so want to contact 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 eyes,"go tomorrow feast seed."Then she smiled at him and continued to clean the line from herself, then knack to lick his chest and neck. Feeling drained as he always did, he thought he heard her say,"soon married man, soon."As fresh 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 blood stain but there were no scratches either. The same was avowedly 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 finisher he could see it was him, but almost half the age he had been.

Remembering a number of times he'd come the last-place few days he could only smirk. sin, if this kept up he could most definitely get used to it. He tried to remember all he could about her ; phloem - Egyptian cat goddess of pleasure, music, and dancing. She was highly devoted to her lover, goddess of natality, protector of pregnant women and households. Shaking his point 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 finally part 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 store, and with the money he'd made he decided that he could fling a bit. Entering the supermarket was the well-off voice ; even shopping wasn't that hard. Then he made the mistake of making eye contact with a cleaning 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 same woman was standing by the door removing all her clothes, then completely naked come along upon the aghast man, almost knocking him to the floor and fishing his now semi - grueling cock out of his pants. Opening her oral cavity she engulfed it quickly bringing it to fully rigorousness, her principal bobbing at a angered pep pill. Now pleased with her work she held his fellow member as she drove her dripping wet hole all the way down his shaft until her ass was resting on his thighs. Sighing in sodding expiation she began to slowly lift and drop taking him all the way each clock time. In just a minute 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 yell for him to satiate her as full moon as he could, he knew he could no longer hold back. Thrusting up to meet her, he felt his scrotum tighten and his balls start to moil 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 chest for a moment, the woman then got up, got dressed, and left as if nothing had happened. Still a fiddling aghast, the man paid for his grocery store and left.

Arriving home he quickly made his way into the house not sure enough if there were a legion of cleaning woman waiting on him or not. Sitting in his president he began to think 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 year plus four, he was almost half his age. So she wanted him to distribute his seed, she had obviously done something to him.

Well, he thought after a few hours, I should have known what I was getting myself into all those years ago. Then a huge grinning bed cover across his side. The way the program she had for him right now was, yeah, he could live with it, providing he was careful and wasn't screwed to destruction !