Inspired from another history
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It was only a few 60 minutes later after they had pleasured each other when he awoke to line up that that he was still on the bed stark naked. Turning his head he expected to discover the room completely empty. Then his eyes settled on her picket, 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 watch you,"he thought he heard her susurration from across the way, his eyes tracing the dish of her ashen body.

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

"In the past ; now different,"came her voice like a gentle picnic breathing through the room. Again she sat at the foot of the bed, her weight not registering at all, staring at his face almost as if she was studying it for the first clock time. Again, he felt the swarthiness 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 body he saw that she had impaled herself upon his manhood. The deficiency of estrus was once again an odd feeling around him. When she looked up at him he could see that she had the saturnine look of a predator in her eyes. God, he wanted to touch her. Bringing his hand up he tried to concern her thigh only to have her swipe at his handwriting, knocking it away. Looking at his a articulatio radiocarpea he could see the lacerations but strangely enough, there was no pain ; just blood.

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

This only when brought another bowelless raspberry from her backtalk as she steadily increased her speeding. 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 shoot thick into her. A minute later she looked down at him, a sly satisfied looking at on her face.

"trade good,"he thought he heard her purr out as she moved off his now red and deflated member. Laying at the animal foot of the bed again she began to lick her finger and hand, cleaning his blood from them. Another sly smiling crossed her lips and she stared straight at him. This time, he had decided to push the dark only to find that this last session had indeed sapped almost all of his strength.

It seemed he'd just closed his centre when he felt a silky softness envelop his manhood, opening them he saw the precis of her body seeming to shine in the moonshine. He tried to incite but found that it was useless. While she was gently massaging his humanity, she was also leaning over his hand cleaning the origin off his wrist. Smiling she began to kiss across his chest of drawers, her reach more like a mollify piece of cake, stopping at each nipple to nip and lavish it with a suckle and a kiss.

Moving steadily high she nipped at his neck. Strangely, he only felt a pungency and cold feeling each sentence she did. Then she did the one matter he thought she never would, as she moved to his brim and took them in a rustle soft kiss. Groaning, he wasn't sure if it was him or her, her lips lingered a moment longer, the cold washables over him like a moving ridge of water. Then she withdrew, and he felt as if he was on fire. Moving away she stood beside the bed. Raising a pale complete hand to her naked white meat she laid it between then and then pointing at him simply saying with a huge grinning,"Bast, mine."She vanished as the first light of the day poured into the room.

He shook his capitulum. Bast ? Was that her epithet ? After all this time, was she telling him who she was ? What had changed ? Getting up he stumbled in a weakened state to the privy. Looking in the mirror he saw that he had two small collation 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 articulatio radiocarpea she had deeply gouged, but there was nothing there ! Okay, he thought, did I dream it all ? That's when he saw the small ankh symbol on his inner right thigh near his scrotum. Then he saw the sistrum on his left thigh. What the the pits ? What is a sistrum and how the snake pit did I know that's what it was ? Looks like an ancient rattle to me.

Dressing he left his house and headed to the subroutine library. I might need to inquiry this, he thought. Along the way he had several cleaning lady 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 enquire the older librarian for the plane section on antediluvian Egypt. The char started to manoeuvre to it when she looked up. Fixing her eyes upon him, a sly smile lit up her face, and he could swan 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 verify that the woman was almost ready to cry but sat back down.

Moving through the dusty sections of the library he could see that this surgical incision was hardly ever used. Reaching up he found a Word on bast fiber and began to read. An minute later his eyes were wide, the Egyptian goddess was known as the cat goddess of sensual pleasure, shielder of the household, bringer of wellness, and the guardian nonsuch of fire fighter ? She personified the playfulness, grace, affection, and guile of a cat as well as the fierce 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 synodic month 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 husbands and was acknowledged as a sexual pardner of every god and goddess. So that was why she was so damn good ! He was just rum as to why she had chosen him, especially after all this time. He'd have to ask her though it seemed every time he had she always wanted to say zero or aught much.

Leaving that surgical incision of the library he stopped short as almost every female head snapped up. Shaken a bit they almost looked like a pack of sharp-set beast out on a search expedition. The look of pure lust in all their optic had him feeling more like a English of meat than a man. Escaping the building, he quickened his footstep 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 contain a back alley to discourage any female following him as he'd noticed at least twenty were not all that far behind him. Closing off his firm he went to the toilet to wash his font, a gasp escaped his sass. There staring back from the mirror was a much younger form of himself. His mouth still unresolved, he nodded at his reflection. A faint grinning edged across his lips as he started to look up to his range of a function. He'd forgotten just how ripe he used to take care. Flexing his arms he saw that the heftiness he had at one metre, were indeed again with him.

Hearing the phone of various running pes he took a peek out his bathroom windowpane. The sight he saw shocked him a moment as he watched, at least, fifteen char running down the sidewalk toward a man who had his back to them. Upon reaching him they tapped his shoulder each with an expectant look on their faces. When the man turned fully towards the women, the man at his window could hear various of them groan in disappointment. Undeterred they moved on in mass towards the next male.

Shaking his head he sat and started his computing machine, deciding he'd take his creative thinker off of things for a while. Opening up his stock varlet he stared at it a moment, then he had an epiphany. Putting almost all his money into several stocks he watched as he was starting to fall a strong amount after only an hour. Shutting down at a million he was shaking a bit that it had been as tardily as it had. Then he remembered that Bast was a very devoted lover and would do much to reinforce her buff. Shaking his headway he sat deep in thought again wondering what he'd done to earn her love. She had visited him for twelvemonth 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 bites on his neck both drawing blood. Though it was his blood he'd found both time that the color on her rim had greatly excited him. Within moment he was sound asleep, having spent a improve part of the day at the library.

He wasn't certainly why he awoke as the sun was starting to sink 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 chomp to eat, then finding he was still tired returned to the bedroom. The silver hopeful illumination of the replete Sun Myung Moon began to run out into the elbow room, sending odd-shaped shadows creeping toward him. One moment he was alone staring at the sparkle of the lunar month, the next she appeared again across the room.

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

shakiness her straits no, she spoke pointing to him,"Mine, forever, married man,"came her reply in still tones. His eyes grew panoptic, 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 good side of being an Egyptian goddess's husband.

Waving her hand he was suddenly complete naked, as the reduce delicate wrapper she wore on her dead body softly floated to the floor. Smiling an almost wicked but loving grinning she bent to engulf his twitch and starting to shiver member.

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

Then with another long, lingering, dim lick all the way up his putz, she took his entirely now hard length down her throat. With a groan, he almost rose off the bed, her pharynx heftiness doing things he'd never thought were possible. Feeling the monolithic pressure sensation 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 member and smiled down at it. Again a wicked smile lit up her pale aspect as she moved and brought her now soaked puss to above his throbbing penis. With one stab she breathed out a contented sigh as she sank all the way down his putz. The man, still trying to catch his breath, groaned again as the velvety softness of her wet sex seemed to suck and imbibe him in even deeper.

Looking up at the pale vision of beauty, her dismal hairsbreadth was such a contrast against her blanch skin. Her actions upon his penis began to get strong and more frantic as the maniacal look once again came into her deeply dark-skinned eyes. Finally, after only a few proceedings he felt her vaginal sinew tighten as she reached her release. Another unfeminine roar issued from her sass as she as she removed her line covered bridge player from his thorax. Oddly enough, there still was no nuisance. Bending low she nipped at his cervix causing another undulation of cold to wash off over him.

Now sitting beside him, she licked the blood red coloration from her lip and script. 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 whispering but the man could still trust that she was purring. Touching his now deflated appendage she looked him directly in the oculus,"go tomorrow ranch seed."Then she smiled at him and continued to clean the blood from herself, then bent to clobber his chest and neck. Feeling drained as he always did, he thought he heard her say,"soon husband, soon."As sugared rest overtook him, she floated away.

The following morning he again stumbled to the lavatory stark naked, washing his face he stared in mental rejection at his chest. There were not only no blood stains but there were no scratches either. The same was true of his neck. Where she had drawn blood there was no mark. as if it hadn't happened. The biggest jounce, though, had to be the fact that he was looking at the face 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 number of times he'd add up the last few days he could only smirk. Hell, if this kept up he could most definitely get used to it. He tried to think back 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 adult female and home. Shaking his head he had to agree she did seem extremely loyal. True, the money would protect the home, but what exactly had she meant by soon ? That he could disturb her ? That they'd stay together ? This last part had him in a quandary.

Heading out, he looked both ways before he left in his car. He had to get a few affair at the store, and with the money he'd made he decided that he could splurge a bit. Entering the supermarket was the wanton persona ; even shopping wasn't that hard. Then he made the mistake of making eye contact with a cleaning lady as he was heading to the bathroom. He'd just finished when he heard the bathroom door close and then lock. Wait a minute, ringlet ? It was a multi-person men's room.

The like cleaning woman was standing by the doorway removing all her clothes, then completely naked advanced upon the shocked man, almost knocking him to the storey and fishing his now semi - hard cock out of his bloomers. Opening her mouth she engulfed it quickly bringing it to full insensibility, her brain bobbing at a furious speed. Now pleased with her body of work she held his member as she drove her dripping wet hole all the way down his shaft until her ass was resting on his thighs. Sighing in give tongue to satisfaction she began to slowly lift and drib taking him all the way each clock 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 room but when she started to yell for him to fill her as full 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 roil as the cum began to pump deep into the woman. Shrieking she ground herself even harder, trying to train him as deep as she could. Collapsing on his chest for a mo, the woman then got up, got dressed, and left as if nothing had happened. Still a little shocked, the man paid for his groceries and left.

Arriving home he quickly made his way into the house not for sure if there were a horde of women waiting on him or not. Sitting in his chairperson he began to call up over what he'd learned : one, he was bast fiber's husband. Two, he was obviously irresistible to all women, three, he was going to see her again, at to the lowest degree, more than once a yr plus four, he was almost half his age. So she wanted him to pass around 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 old age ago. Then a vast smile bed cover across his face. The way the plan she had for him right now was, yeah, he could exist with it, providing he was careful and wasn't screwed to demise !