Inspired from another story
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It was only a few hr later after they had pleasured each early when he awoke to find that that he was still on the bed stark naked. Turning his head he expected to find the room completely discharge. Then his optic settled on her pale, shining build sitting in the professorship 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 take in you,"he thought he heard her rustling 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 speed up as she seemed to once again float across the room to him.

"In the past ; now different,"came her spokesperson like a gentle breeze 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 1st time. Again, he felt the darkness start to take him as his centre closed.

This prison term, he knew exactly what brought him around, or rather the lack of. Looking down his eubstance he saw that she had impaled herself upon his manhood. The deficiency of heat energy was once again an odd feel around him. When she looked up at him he could see that she had the disconsolate spirit of a predator in her centre. God, he wanted to touch her. Bringing his script up he tried to touch 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 ; just blood.

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

This lone brought another rough snort from her backtalk as she steadily increased her speed. Finally, with a most unfeminine thunder she pressed her sex onto him. His prick was squeezed harder than he ever remembered it being. The pain was almost too much as again he started to blast cryptical into her. A minute of arc 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 deflated member. Laying at the foot of the bed again she began to work out her finger and handwriting, cleaning his rip from them. Another sly smiling crossed her back talk and she stared straight at him. This clock time, he had decided to fight the darkness only to find that this finally session had indeed sapped almost all of his strength.

It seemed he'd just closed his eyes when he felt a silky mildness envelop his humanity, opening them he saw the outline of her body seeming to glow in the Moon. He tried to locomote 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 articulatio radiocarpea. Smiling she began to kiss across his chest, her touch more like a gentle air, stopping at each nipple to nip and lavish it with a suckle and a kiss.

Moving steadily eminent she nipped at his neck. Strangely, he only felt a acuity and cold tactual sensation 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 soft candy kiss. Groaning, he wasn't sure if it was him or her, her lips 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 flack. Moving away she stood beside the bed. Raising a pale perfect hand to her bare breasts she laid it between then and then pointing at him simply saying with a vast grin,"Bast, mine."She vanished as the first gear Inner Light of the day poured into the room.

He shook his drumhead. 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 bathroom. Looking in the mirror he saw that he had two small bites on his neck opening 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 ! Okay, he thought, did I dream it all ? That's when he saw the small-scale ankh symbolic representation on his inner right thigh near his scrotum. Then he saw the sistrum on his left second joint. What the pit ? What is a sistrum and how the pit did I know that's what it was ? facial expression like an ancient rale to me.

Dressing he left his theater and headed to the 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 extra. Okay, he thought, this is something new. In the library he stopped to demand the older librarian for the part on ancient United Arab Republic. 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 cleaning lady was almost panting. She moved to show him where it was, but he politely told her that he was okay. 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 division was hardly ever used. Reaching up he found a rule book on bast and began to read. An hour later his optic were across-the-board, the Egyptian goddess was known as the cat goddess of sensual joy, protector of the house, bringer of wellness, and the guardian ideal of firefighters ? She personified the playfulness, saving grace, affection, and cunning of a cat as well as the violent 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 Moon 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 hubby and was acknowledged as a sexual collaborator 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 nothing or naught much.

Leaving that subdivision of the library he stopped short as almost every female head snapped up. stimulate a bit they almost looked like a ingroup of ravenous wolves out on a hunting expedition. The look of pure lust in all their centre had him feeling more like a side of meat than a man. Escaping the building, he quickened his tread 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 plate he'd had to take a back alleyway to discourage any female following him as he'd noticed at least twenty dollar bill were not all that far behind him. Closing off his house he went to the can to wash his face, a gasp escaped his lips. There staring back from the mirror was a much younger form of himself. His backtalk still open, he nodded at his reflection. A syncope smile edged across his lips as he started to look up to his image. He'd forgotten just how good he used to calculate. Flexing his weapons system he saw that the muscles he had at one time, were indeed again with him.

Hearing the sound of several running feet he took a peek out his bath window. The survey he saw shocked him a moment as he watched, at to the lowest degree, fifteen women running down the sidewalk toward a man who had his backrest to them. Upon reaching him they tapped his shoulder each with an expectant look on their faces. When the man turned fully towards the char, the man at his window could get a line 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 his thinker off of things for a patch. Opening up his stock Sir Frederick Handley Page he stared at it a second, then he had an epiphany. Putting almost all his money into respective stocks he watched as he was starting to accrue a substantive quantity 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 fiber was a very commit lover and would do much to reward her lovers. Shaking his capitulum he sat deep in thought again wondering what he'd done to pull in her love. She had visited him for years every time a nighttime of bliss for them both, but that was it. What was different now ?

laying back on the bed he thought of every clip they had been together, but nada stood out to him. Then he remembered that she had taken not one but two bites on his neck both drawing pedigree. Though it was his blood he'd found both times that the coloring material on her mouth had greatly excited him. Within moment he was vocalize asleep, having spent a better portion of the day at the library.

He wasn't sure 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 pungency to eat, then finding he was still tired returned to the bedchamber. The silver brilliant Light Within of the full moonlight began to spill into the room, sending odd-shaped fantasm creeping toward him. One instant he was alone staring at the light of the moon, the next she appeared again across the room.

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

quivering her head no, she spoke pointing to him,"Mine, forever, husband,"came her answer in hushed 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 person man had ever ended up on the skilful side of being an Egyptian goddess's husband.

Waving her hand he was suddenly stark defenseless, as the thin delicate wrap she wore on her body softly floated to the floor. Smiling an almost yucky but loving smile she bent to engulf his twitching and starting to thrill member.

"Good,"lifting her foreland, she repeated from the dark before,"mine, spread seed."

Then with another long, lingering, slow lick all the way up his tool, she took his whole now surd distance down her throat. With a groan, he almost rose off the bed, her throat muscles doing things 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 hard penis and smiled down at it. Again a foul smiling lit up her pallid human face as she moved and brought her now soak pussy to above his throbbing member. With one thrust she breathed out a contented suspiration as she sank all the way down his slam. The man, still trying to catch his breath, groaned again as the velvety blurriness of her wet sex seemed to imbibe and draw him in even deeper.

Looking up at the picket visual modality of stunner, her moody haircloth was such a contrast against her sick skin. Her action upon his penis began to go intemperately and more frantic as the maniacal look once again came into her deeply dark eyes. Finally, after only a few min he felt her vaginal sinew tighten as she reached her release. Another unfeminine hollo issued from her backtalk as she as she removed her blood covered manus from his chest. Oddly enough, there still was no pain sensation. bend low she nipped at his neck causing another wave of cold to wash over him.

Now sitting beside him, she licked the rip red color from her mouth and hands. He still thought the colour was beautiful on her then he remembered that red was bast's color.

"I so want to impact 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 scatter seed."Then she smiled at him and continued to clean the blood from herself, then bent to work his chest and neck. Feeling drained as he always did, he thought he heard her say,"soon husband, soon."As scented log Z's overtook him, she floated away.

The succeeding daybreak he again stumbled to the bathroom stark naked, washing his facial expression he stared in disbelief at his pectus. There were not only no blood grease but there were no scratches either. The same was true of his neck. Where she had drawn pedigree there was no stain. as if it hadn't happened. The biggest shock, though, had to be the fact that he was looking at the fount 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 act of multiplication he'd add up the last few daytime he could only simper. Hell, if this kept up he could most definitely get used to it. He tried to commemorate all he could about her ; phloem - Egyptian cat goddess of pleasure, music, and dancing. She was highly devoted to her lover, goddess of fertility, protector of pregnant women and households. Shaking his promontory he had to agree she did seem extremely loyal. True, the money would protect the family, but what exactly had she meant by soon ? That he could concern her ? That they'd check together ? This survive part had him in a quandary.

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

The same woman was standing by the door removing all her wearing apparel, then completely naked advanced upon the shocked man, almost knocking him to the floor and fishing his now semi - arduous peter out of his pants. Opening her mouth she engulfed it quickly bringing it to full inclemency, her top dog bobbing at a ferocious amphetamine. Now pleased with her work she held his extremity as she drove her dripping wet cakehole all the way down his diaphysis until her ass was resting on his thighs. Sighing in emit satisfaction she began to slowly elevation and dip taking him all the way each time. In just a minute of arc 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 yell for him to fill 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 cleaning woman. Shrieking she ground herself even harder, trying to bring him as deep as she could. Collapsing on his thorax for a moment, the cleaning woman then got up, got dressed, and left as if nothing had happened. Still a little offend, the man paid for his grocery and left.

Arriving house he quickly made his way into the house not for certain if there were a host of womanhood waiting on him or not. Sitting in his chair he began to think over what he'd learned : one, he was bast fiber's married man. Two, he was obviously irresistible to all cleaning woman, three, he was going to see her again, at least, Thomas More than once a yr plus four, he was almost half his age. So she wanted him to spread his seeded player, she had obviously done something to him.

well, he thought after a few 60 minutes, I should let known what I was getting myself into all those age ago. Then a immense smile spread across his face. The way the plan she had for him right now was, yeah, he could live with it, providing he was careful and wasn't screwed to death !