Inspired from another story
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It was only a few 60 minutes later after they had pleasured each other when he awoke to determine that that he was still on the bed stark naked. Turning his head he expected to find oneself the elbow room completely vacuous. Then his eyes settled on her pale, shining variety 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 sense were working correctly.

"wealthy person stayed to watch 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 quicken as she seemed to once again blow across the room to him.

"In the past ; now different,"came her spokesperson like a gentle gentle wind breathing through the room. Again she sat at the groundwork of the bed, her weight not registering at all, staring at his face almost as if she was studying it for the commencement time. Again, he felt the dark jump to take him as his eyes closed.

This metre, 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 lack of heat was once again an odd feeling around him. When she looked up at him he could see that she had the glowering feeling of a predator in her eyes. God, he wanted to touch her. Bringing his deal up he tried to advert her thigh only to have her swipe at his handwriting, 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 regular recurrence she wanted she began to lb herself upon him even harder."I want to ..."he started.

This merely brought another fierce hiss from her lips as she steadily increased her speed. Finally, with a most unfeminine holloa she pressed her sex onto him. His cock was squeezed harder than he ever remembered it being. The nuisance was almost too a lot as again he started to blast deep into her. A minute later she looked down at him, a sly satisfied look on her face.

"Good,"he thought he heard her purr out as she moved off his now red and crestfallen extremity. Laying at the foot of the bed again she began to thrash her fingers and hand, cleaning his bloodline from them. Another sly smile crossed her rim and she stared straight at him. This fourth dimension, he had decided to fight down the darkness only to ascertain that this last school term had indeed sapped almost all of his strength.

It seemed he'd just closed his optic when he felt a silky sissiness envelop his humanity, opening them he saw the synopsis of her body seeming to glow in the moonlight. He tried to make a motion but found that it was useless. While she was gently massaging his humanness, she was also leaning over his hand cleaning the pedigree off his articulatio radiocarpea. Smiling she began to buss across his breast, her stir more like a gentle breeze, stopping at each tit to nip and lavish it with a suckle and a kiss.

Moving steadily mellow she nipped at his neck. Strangely, he only felt a sharpness and cold flavour each clip she did. Then she did the one affair 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 rim lingered a moment longer, the cold washing over him like a wave of water. Then she withdrew, and he felt as if he was on fire. Moving away she stood beside the bed. Raising a pale perfect hand to her naked tit she laid it between then and then pointing at him simply saying with a huge smile,"Bast, mine."She vanished as the first light 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 state to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror he saw that he had two pocket-size bite 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 radiocarpal joint she had deeply gouged, but there was aught there ! Okay, he thought, did I dream it all ? That's when he saw the minor 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 antediluvian rattle to me.

Dressing he left his house and headed to the program library. I might take to research this, he thought. Along the way he had several women staring at him as if they were starving and he was the luncheon special. Okay, he thought, this is something new. In the library he stopped to inquire the Old bibliothec for the subdivision on ancient Egyptian Empire. The charwoman 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 fine. Again he could swear that the woman was almost prepare to cry but sat back down.

Moving through the dust-covered surgical incision of the library he could see that this section was hardly ever used. Reaching up he found a book on Bast and began to study. An hour later his eyes were spacious, the Egyptian goddess was known as the cat goddess of sensual pleasure, protector of the family, bringer of health, and the protector apotheosis of fireman ? She personified the playfulness, good will, warmheartedness, and cunning of a cat as well as the fierce power of a lioness. Because of her all-seeing hallowed 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 surprise she had a reputation 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 near ! He was just curious as to why she had chosen him, especially after all this metre. He'd have to ask her though it seemed every time he had she always wanted to say null or zippo much.

Leaving that division of the library he stopped short-circuit as almost every female person mind snapped up. throw off a bit they almost looked like a inner circle of ravenous wolves out on a hunting military expedition. The look of pure lust in all their middle had him feeling more like a side of essence than a man. Escaping the building, he quickened his stride 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 char staring at him longingly.

Arriving at domicile he'd had to take a back alley to deter any female person following him as he'd noticed at least 20 were not all that far behind him. Closing off his house he went to the lavatory to wash his typeface, a gasp escaped his lips. There staring back from the mirror was a much younger human body of himself. His back talk still open, he nodded at his reflection. A faint smile edged across his lips as he started to admire his image. He'd forgotten just how good he used to look. Flexing his arms he saw that the brawniness he had at one time, were indeed again with him.

hearing the sound of several running feet he took a peep out his privy 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 backbone to them. Upon reaching him they tapped his shoulder each with an heavy aspect 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 raft towards the next male.

Shaking his head he sat and started his computer, deciding he'd take his brain off of things for a piece. Opening up his neckcloth Sir Frederick Handley Page he stared at it a moment, then he had an epiphany. Putting almost all his money into respective stocks he watched as he was starting to fall a strong sum 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 consecrate lover and would do much to reward her buff. Shaking his caput he sat deep in thought again wondering what he'd done to gain her dear. She had visited him for years every time a night of bliss for them both, but that was it. What was dissimilar now ?

laying back on the bed he thought of every sentence they had been together, but nothing stood out to him. Then he remembered that she had taken not one but two bites on his cervix both drawing line of descent. Though it was his blood he'd found both clip that the color on her lips had greatly excited him. Within moments he was sound asleep, having spent a practiced 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 patch before he saw her again. Walking to the kitchen he made a morsel to eat, then finding he was still tired returned to the bedroom. The fluent bright ignitor of the full moon began to disgorge into the room, sending odd-shaped shadows creeping toward him. One moment he was alone staring at the spark of the moon, the next she appeared again across the room.

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

Shaking her head no, she spoke pointing to him,"Mine, forever, hubby,"came her answer in hush up whole step. His eyes grew wide, he was her husband ? She was a goddess for crying out tatty !

"Why ?"He finally managed to get out.

As far as he knew no mortal man had ever ended up on the honorable side 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 flooring. Smiling an almost yucky but loving grinning she bent to plunge his twitching and starting to pulse member.

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

Then with another long, lingering, slow lick all the way up his shaft, she took his wholly now knockout length down her throat. With a groan, he almost rose off the bed, her pharynx muscular tissue doing matter he'd never thought were potential. 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 backbreaking member and smiled down at it. Again a prankish grin lit up her pale face as she moved and brought her now soused cunt to above his throbbing member. 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 breathing spell, groaned again as the velvety softness of her wet sex seemed to suck and get him in even deeper.

Looking up at the picket imaginativeness of beauty, her night hair was such a dividing line against her blanch tegument. Her actions upon his member began to become harder and more frantic as the maniacal looking once again came into her deeply dour eyes. Finally, after only a few minutes he felt her vaginal muscles tighten as she reached her firing. Another unfeminine bellowing issued from her sass as she as she removed her blood covered custody from his chest. Oddly enough, there still was no pain in the ass. Bending low she nipped at his neck causing another wave of frigidness to dampen over him.

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

"I so want to bear upon 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 rustle but the man could still swear that she was purring. Touching his now deflated extremity she looked him directly in the middle,"go tomorrow spread seed."Then she smiled at him and continued to clean house the descent from herself, then bent to lick his chest and neck. Feeling drained as he always did, he thought he heard her say,"soon married man, soon."As sweet sleep overtook him, she floated away.

The following morning he again stumbled to the can stark naked, washing his fount he stared in disbelief at his chest. There were not only no blood stigma but there were no chicken feed either. The same was true of his neck. Where she had drawn blood there was no patsy. as if it hadn't happened. The biggest shock, 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 identification number of times he'd come the last few days he could only simper. Hell, 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 pleasance, music, and dancing. She was highly devoted to her fan, goddess of fertility, defender of pregnant women and households. 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 touch her ? That they'd stop together ? This in conclusion role 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 computer storage, and with the money he'd made he decided that he could splurge a bit. Entering the supermarket was the easy part ; even shopping wasn't that hard. Then he made the error of making eye impinging with a woman as he was heading to the can. He'd just finished when he heard the bathroom door close and then lock. waitress a minute, lock ? It was a multi-person men's room.

The same cleaning woman was standing by the door removing all her clothes, then completely raw promote upon the shocked man, almost knocking him to the floor and fishing his now semi - concentrated cock out of his pant. Opening her lip she engulfed it quickly bringing it to full hardness, her head bobbing at a tempestuous speed. Now pleased with her piece of work she held his member as she drove her dripping wet cakehole all the way down his dig until her ass was resting on his thigh. Sighing in utter satisfaction she began to slowly cosmetic surgery and drop taking him all the way each time. In just a min 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 occupy her as full as he could, he knew he could no longer hold back. Thrusting up to cope with 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 take him as oceanic abyss as she could. Collapsing on his thorax for a moment, the woman then got up, got dressed, and left as if null had happened. Still a little shocked, the man paid for his grocery store and left.

Arriving dwelling he quickly made his way into the home not indisputable if there were a horde of woman 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 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 spread his cum, she had obviously done something to him.

Well, he thought after a few hours, I should own known what I was getting myself into all those year ago. Then a huge grinning spread across his boldness. 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 dying !