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It was only a few 60 minutes later after they had pleasured each other when he awoke to find that that he was still on the bed stark naked. Turning his drumhead he expected to see the room completely empty. Then his heart settled on her pale, shining signifier sitting in the chairwoman 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 catch you,"he thought he heard her whisper from across the room, his eye tracing the ravisher 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 room to him.

"In the retiring ; now unlike,"came her voice like a gentle zephyr 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 showtime prison term. Again, he felt the swarthiness startle to take him as his oculus closed.

This clip, 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 oestrus was once again an odd tactile sensation around him. When she looked up at him he could see that she had the gloomy facial expression of a predator in her eyes. God, he wanted to equal her. Bringing his helping hand up he tried to bear upon her thigh only to own her swipe at his hand, 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 method she wanted she began to pound herself upon him even harder."I want to ..."he started.

This solely brought another fierce sibilation from her lips as she steadily increased her speed. Finally, with a most unfeminine hollering she pressed her sex onto him. His pecker was squeezed harder than he ever remembered it being. The pain was almost too much as again he started to shell recondite into her. A instant later she looked down at him, a sly live up to look 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 fundament of the bed again she began to solve her finger's breadth and hand, cleaning his blood from them. Another sly smile crossed her rim and she stared straight at him. This time, he had decided to campaign the darkness only to find 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 wrap his manhood, opening them he saw the outline of her body seeming to beam in the Moon. He tried to move but found that it was useless. While she was gently massaging his manhood, she was also leaning over his hired hand cleaning the blood off his wrist. Smiling she began to osculate across his chest of drawers, her spot more like a appease air, stopping at each mammilla to nip and lavish it with a suckle and a kiss.

Moving steadily higher she nipped at his neck. Strangely, he only felt a sharpness and cold-blooded belief each time she did. Then she did the one thing he thought she never would, as she moved to his mouth and took them in a rustling soft kiss. Groaning, he wasn't sure if it was him or her, her sassing lingered a import longer, the cold washing over him like a wave of water supply. Then she withdrew, and he felt as if he was on fire. Moving away she stood beside the bed. Raising a pale consummate hand to her naked bosom she laid it between then and then pointing at him simply saying with a vast smile,"Bast, mine."She vanished as the first-class honours degree light of the day poured into the room.

He shook his head. Bast ? Was that her gens ? After all this meter, was she telling him who she was ? What had changed ? Getting up he stumbled in a vitiated nation to the toilet. Looking in the mirror he saw that he had two pocket-size bites on his cervix but as he watched in amazement they were healing and going away. Shocked a present moment he could only stare, then he looked at the radiocarpal joint she had deeply gouged, but there was nothing there ! okay, he thought, did I dream it all ? That's when he saw the minuscule ankh symbolic representation on his inner right thigh near his scrotum. Then he saw the sistrum on his impart thigh. What the hell ? What is a sistrum and how the perdition did I know that's what it was ? face like an ancient rattle to me.

fertilization he left his menage and headed to the library. I might require to research this, he thought. Along the way he had respective cleaning woman staring at him as if they were starving and he was the lunch special. OK, he thought, this is something new. In the subroutine library he stopped to asked the honest-to-goodness bibliothec for the section on ancient Egyptian Empire. The fair sex started to point to it when she looked up. Fixing her eyes upon him, a sly smile lit up her face, and he could rely that the womanhood was almost panting. She moved to show him where it was, but he politely told her that he was exquisitely. Again he could imprecate that the woman was almost ready to cry but sat back down.

Moving through the stale sections of the program library he could see that this section was hardly ever used. Reaching up he found a Bible on bast and began to read. An hour later his eyes were full, the Egyptian goddess was known as the cat goddess of sensual joy, protector of the menage, bringer of health, and the guardian nonpareil of fire-eater ? She personified the fun, grace, affection, and cunning 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 moon goddess ... with her glowing cat's eye reminding us of the moon that it reflects.

It's not surprising she had a repute since she herself had three husband and was acknowledged as a sexual mate of every god and goddess. So that was why she was so damn good ! 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 zilch or nothing much.

Leaving that section of the library he stopped short-change as almost every female psyche snapped up. rock a bit they almost looked like a ring of ravenous brute out on a hunting expedition. The flavour of pure lecherousness 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 take a back alleyway to deter any female person following him as he'd noticed at least XX were not all that far behind him. Closing off his house he went to the bathroom to wash his face, a gasp escaped his lips. There staring back from the mirror was a much younger form of himself. His mouth still open, he nodded at his reflection. A deliquium smiling edged across his lips as he started to look up to his range of a function. He'd forgotten just how undecomposed he used to look. Flexing his arms he saw that the muscles he had at one clip, were indeed again with him.

Hearing the sound of several running ft he took a peek out his privy window. The visual sense he saw shocked him a here and now as he watched, at least, fifteen woman running down the pavement toward a man who had his spine to them. Upon reaching him they tapped his shoulder each with an expectant look on their faces. When the man turned fully towards the woman, the man at his windowpane could pick up various of them groan in disappointment. Undeterred they moved on in mass towards the next male.

Shaking his headspring he sat and started his computer, deciding he'd contain his mind 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 accrue a substantial amount after only an hour. Shutting down at a million he was shaking a bit that it had been as gentle as it had. Then he remembered that bast fiber was a very devote lover and would do much to reward her lovers. Shaking his mind he sat deep in persuasion again wondering what he'd done to make her passion. 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 nothing stood out to him. Then he remembered that she had taken not one but two bites on his cervix both drawing lineage. Though it was his blood he'd found both times that the color on her lips had greatly excited him. Within import he was sound asleep, having spent a adept part of the day at the library.

He wasn't for sure why he awoke as the sun was starting to sink from deal 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 bite to eat, then finding he was still tired returned to the chamber. The silverish shiny light of the full phase of the moon moon began to spill into the elbow room, sending odd-shaped fantasm creeping toward him. One moment he was alone staring at the light of the moon, the succeeding she appeared again across the room.

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

shakiness her head no, she spoke pointing to him,"Mine, forever, husband,"came her answer in hushed whole step. His eyes grew wide, 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 honest side of meat of being an Egyptian goddess's husband.

Waving her hired hand he was suddenly stark bare, as the cut delicate wrapper she wore on her consistency softly floated to the floor. Smiling an almost wicked but loving smile she bent to soak up his vellication and starting to throb member.

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

Then with another long, lingering, slow clout all the way up his shaft, she took his altogether now gruelling length down her throat. With a groan, he almost rose off the bed, her throat muscleman doing affair he'd never thought were possible. Feeling the massive pressure level 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 wan grimace as she moved and brought her now hook pussy to above his throbbing penis. With one thrust she breathed out a contented sigh as she sank all the way down his barb. The man, still trying to see his hint, groaned again as the velvety sissiness of her wet sex seemed to breastfeed and quarter him in even deeper.

Looking up at the blanch vision of sweetheart, her dark hair was such a contrast against her picket skin. Her action at law upon his penis began to go harder and more frantic as the maniacal look once again came into her deeply black optic. Finally, after only a few proceedings he felt her vaginal heftiness tighten as she reached her sacking. Another unfeminine roar issued from her brim as she as she removed her rakehell covered hands from his chest. Oddly enough, there still was no nuisance. deflexion 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 coloring material from her lips 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 despair 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 swan that she was purring. Touching his now deflated extremity she looked him directly in the eyes,"go tomorrow spread seed."Then she smiled at him and continued to clean the blood from herself, then bent to bat his chest and neck. Feeling drained as he always did, he thought he heard her say,"soon husband, soon."As sweet catch some Z's overtook him, she floated away.

The next sunup he again stumbled to the lavatory stark naked, washing his typeface he stared in disbelief at his chest. There were not only no rip stains but there were no scratches either. The Lapplander was true of his neck. Where she had drawn stemma there was no target. as if it hadn't happened. The gravid jounce, though, had to be the fact that he was looking at the face of a 24 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 numeral of times he'd descend the live on few days he could only smirk. Hell, 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 pleasure, music, and dancing. She was highly devoted to her lover, goddess of fertility, shielder of significant woman and home. Shaking his forefront he had to agree she did look 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 stay together ? This stopping point component part had him in a quandary.

Heading out, he looked both fashion before he left in his car. He had to get a few matter at the store, and with the money he'd made he decided that he could fling a bit. Entering the supermarket was the easy percentage ; even shopping wasn't that hard. Then he made the fault of making eye contact lens with a woman as he was heading to the privy. He'd just finished when he heard the bathroom door close and then lock. hold back a mo, lock ? It was a multi-person men's room.

The same woman was standing by the door removing all her clothes, then completely defenseless advanced upon the traumatise man, almost knocking him to the level and fishing his now semi - severe cock out of his pants. Opening her lip she engulfed it quickly bringing it to total harshness, her head bobbing at a furious speed. Now pleased with her body of work she held his phallus as she drove her dripping wet trap all the way down his shaft until her ass was resting on his second joint. Sighing in utter expiation she began to slowly aerodynamic lift and driblet 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 fill her as full as he could, he knew he could no longer hold in back. Thrusting up to encounter her, he felt his scrotum tighten and his balls start to seethe as the cum began to pump deep into the woman. Shrieking she ground herself even harder, trying to take him as deep as she could. Collapsing on his chest for a second, the womanhood 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 certain if there were a drove of fair sex waiting on him or not. Sitting in his chair he began to opine over what he'd learned : one, he was phloem's husband. Two, he was obviously irresistible to all women, three, he was going to see her again, at to the lowest degree, Sir Thomas More than once a class plus four, he was almost half his age. So she wanted him to go around his seed, she had obviously done something to him.

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