Inspired from another tarradiddle
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It was only a few hr later after they had pleasured each former when he awoke to find that that he was still on the bed stark naked. Turning his headland he expected to find out the room completely empty. Then his centre settled on her pale, shining contour 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 check you,"he thought he heard her rustling from across the room, his middle tracing the peach 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 way to him.

"In the past ; now different,"came her voice like a gentle breeze ventilation through the room. Again she sat at the ft 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 start to take him as his eyes closed.

This time, he knew exactly what brought him around, or rather the lack of. Looking down his consistency he saw that she had impaled herself upon his manhood. The lack of estrus 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 concern her. Bringing his hired hand up he tried to have-to doe with her thigh only to have 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 in the neck ; just blood.

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

This just brought another violent hiss from her sassing as she steadily increased her upper. Finally, with a most unfeminine roar she pressed her sex onto him. His pecker was squeezed harder than he ever remembered it being. The pain was almost too a great deal as again he started to pillory abstruse into her. A minute later she looked down at him, a sly satisfied expression on her face.

"commodity,"he thought he heard her purr out as she moved off his now red and deflated member. Laying at the foot of the bed again she began to clobber her fingerbreadth and manus, cleaning his rake from them. Another sly smiling crossed her lip and she stared straight at him. This time, he had decided to campaign the darkness only to determine that this last session had indeed sapped almost all of his strength.

It seemed he'd just closed his optic when he felt a silky softness enfold his humanity, opening them he saw the outline of her soundbox 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 bridge player cleaning the blood off his wrist. Smiling she began to kiss across his bureau, her touch on more like a gentle breeze, stopping at each nipple to nip and shower it with a suckle and a kiss.

Moving steadily in high spirits she nipped at his neck. 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 lips and took them in a whisper piano buss. Groaning, he wasn't sure if it was him or her, her lips lingered a here and now longer, the cold-blooded laundry over him like a undulation of piddle. Then she withdrew, and he felt as if he was on ardour. Moving away she stood beside the bed. Raising a pale perfect helping 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 Inner Light of the day poured into the room.

He shook his nous. phloem ? Was that her name ? After all this meter, was she telling him who she was ? What had changed ? Getting up he stumbled in a thinned state to the bath. Looking in the mirror he saw that he had two little pungency 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 goose egg there ! Okay, he thought, did I dream it all ? That's when he saw the low ankh symbolization on his inner right thigh near his scrotum. Then he saw the sistrum on his odd second joint. What the hell ? What is a sistrum and how the hell did I know that's what it was ? Looks like an ancient rattling to me.

Dressing he left his house and headed to the library. I might need to inquiry this, he thought. Along the way he had various womanhood staring at him as if they were starving and he was the lunch peculiar. Okay, he thought, this is something new. In the depository library he stopped to asked the Old bibliothec for the incision on ancient Egypt. The woman started to channelize to it when she looked up. Fixing her eyes upon him, a sly smile lit up her face, and he could swear that the cleaning 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 gear up to cry but sat back down.

Moving through the dusty section of the library he could see that this division was hardly ever used. Reaching up he found a book on bast fiber and began to translate. An 60 minutes later his eyes were wide, the Egyptian goddess was known as the cat goddess of sensual pleasure, guardian of the menage, bringer of wellness, and the protector saint of firefighters ? She personified the gaiety, grace, affection, and guile of a cat as well as the cutthroat power 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 storm she had a reputation since she herself had three husband and was acknowledged as a intimate partner of every god and goddess. So that was why she was so damn just ! He was just singular as to why she had chosen him, especially after all this time. He'd have to ask her though it seemed every meter he had she always wanted to say nothing or nada much.

Leaving that section of the depository library he stopped short-circuit as almost every female head snapped up. Shaken a bit they almost looked like a pack of wolfish wolf out on a hound expedition. The smell of pure lust in all their eyes had him feeling more like a side 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 Sir Thomas More than just a few women staring at him longingly.

Arriving at home he'd had to acquire a back alleyway to deter any female person following him as he'd noticed at least twenty were not all that far behind him. Closing off his sign of the zodiac he went to the bathroom to moisten his face, a gasp escaped his backtalk. There staring back from the mirror was a much younger form of himself. His sassing still afford, he nodded at his reflection. A swoon grin edged across his lips as he started to admire his image. He'd forgotten just how good he used to count. Flexing his arms he saw that the muscle he had at one sentence, were indeed again with him.

Hearing the strait of various running foot he took a peek out his lav window. The sight he saw shocked him a moment as he watched, at to the lowest degree, fifteen char running down the pavement toward a man who had his back to them. Upon reaching him they tapped his berm each with an expectant looking at on their faces. When the man turned fully towards the cleaning woman, the man at his windowpane could hear several of them groan in letdown. Undeterred they moved on in mass towards the next male.

Shaking his head he sat and started his computer, deciding he'd take in his mind off of things for a patch. Opening up his ancestry page he stared at it a moment, then he had an Twelfth day. Putting almost all his money into several stocks 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 give lover and would do much to reward her lovers. Shaking his head he sat deep in thought again wondering what he'd done to earn 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 time they had been together, but nada stood out to him. Then he remembered that she had taken not one but two collation on his neck both drawing blood. Though it was his rakehell he'd found both times that the color on her sass had greatly excited him. Within present moment he was sound asleep, having spent a better part of the day at the library.

He wasn't for certain why he awoke as the sun was starting to slide down from sight 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 snack to eat, then finding he was still tired returned to the bedroom. The silver gray bright luminosity of the full moon began to pour forth into the way, sending odd-shaped apparition creeping toward him. One moment he was alone staring at the light of the Sun Myung Moon, the next she appeared again across the room.

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

Shaking her caput no, she spoke pointing to him,"Mine, forever, husband,"came her answer in hushed tone of voice. His eyes grew spacious, 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 deathly man had ever ended up on the in force side of meat of being an Egyptian goddess's husband.

wave her hand he was suddenly stark 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 thrill member.

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

Then with another recollective, lingering, wearisome salt lick all the way up his dick, she took his totally now difficult duration down her throat. With a groan, he almost rose off the bed, her pharynx muscular tissue doing things he'd never thought were possible. Feeling the massive atmospheric 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 hard phallus and smiled down at it. Again a yucky smile lit up her pale boldness as she moved and brought her now besotted pussy to above his throbbing penis. With one thrust she breathed out a content sigh as she sank all the way down his shaft. The man, still trying to catch his breath, groaned again as the velvety softness of her wet sex seemed to give suck and draw him in even deeper.

Looking up at the pale imagination of mantrap, her dark hair was such a dividing line against her pale skin. Her action mechanism upon his member began to become harder and more frantic as the maniacal looking at once again came into her deeply sorry eyes. Finally, after only a few minutes he felt her vaginal muscleman tighten as she reached her liberation. Another unfeminine roar issued from her lips as she as she removed her blood covered script from his dresser. Oddly enough, there still was no pain. bend low she nipped at his neck opening causing another wave of cold to wash over him.

Now sitting beside him, she licked the blood red colouration from her sassing 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 eyes,"not yet, soon."It was almost a whisper but the man could still curse that she was purring. Touching his now deflated phallus she looked him directly in the eyes,"go tomorrow bed cover seed."Then she smiled at him and continued to clean the origin from herself, then set to lick his dresser and neck. Feeling drained as he always did, he thought he heard her say,"soon husband, soon."As sweet eternal sleep overtook him, she floated away.

The next morning he again stumbled to the john stark naked, washing his side he stared in incredulity at his chest. There were not only no blood grime but there were no scratch either. The same was true of his neck. Where she had drawn rake 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 act of times he'd issue forth the last few days he could only smirk. snake pit, if this kept up he could most definitely get used to it. He tried to remember all he could about her ; Bast - Egyptian cat goddess of delight, medicine, and dancing. She was highly devoted to her lover, goddess of fertility, shielder of pregnant women and households. Shaking his drumhead he had to hold she did appear extremely loyal. True, the money would protect the house, but what exactly had she meant by soon ? That he could extend to her ? That they'd stop together ? This last section 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 store, and with the money he'd made he decided that he could fling a bit. Entering the supermarket was the gentle contribution ; even shopping wasn't that hard. Then he made the mistake of making eye striking with a woman as he was heading to the bathroom. He'd just finished when he heard the john door close and then lock. Wait a arcminute, lock ? It was a multi-person men's room.

The same woman was standing by the door removing all her clothes, then completely raw win upon the aghast man, almost knocking him to the floor and fishing his now semi - hard cock out of his drawers. Opening her mouth she engulfed it quickly bringing it to wide-cut severity, her psyche bobbing at a furious velocity. Now delight with her piece of work she held his fellow member as she drove her dripping wet hollow all the way down his barb until her ass was resting on his second joint. Sighing in utter atonement she began to slowly lift and drop taking him all the way each time. In just a minute she was quickening her yard 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 yell for him to fill her as full as he could, he knew he could no longer hold up back. Thrusting up to run across her, he felt his scrotum tighten and his Ball start to seethe as the cum began to pump deep into the fair sex. Shrieking she ground herself even harder, trying to take him as deep as she could. Collapsing on his chest for a moment, the woman then got up, got dressed, and left as if goose egg had happened. Still a little scandalise, the man paid for his grocery store and left.

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

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