Inspired from another narration
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It was only a few hours later after they had pleasured each former 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 empty. Then his eyes settled on her pale, shining form 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 sens were working correctly.

"Have 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 Nox ; we pleasured each other then you left,"he told her. His breathing starting to quicken as she seemed to once again swim across the elbow room to him.

"In the past ; now dissimilar,"came her voice like a blue gentle wind respiration through the room. Again she sat at the foot of the bed, her weight not registering at all, staring at his side almost as if she was studying it for the first sentence. 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 eubstance he saw that she had impaled herself upon his manhood. The lack of high temperature was once again an odd feel around him. When she looked up at him he could see that she had the dark look of a vulture in her eyes. God, he wanted to touch her. Bringing his hand up he tried to touch her second joint only to have her swipe at his paw, knocking it away. Looking at his a wrist he could see the lacerations but strangely enough, there was no painfulness ; just blood.

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

This only brought another fierce hiss from her backtalk as she steadily increased her speed. Finally, with a most unfeminine roar she pressed her sex onto him. His cock was squeezed harder than he ever remembered it being. The painfulness was almost too a great deal as again he started to knock down deep into her. A second later she looked down at him, a sly meet looking at on her face.

"commodity,"he thought he heard her purr out as she moved off his now red and chopfallen phallus. Laying at the invertebrate foot of the bed again she began to bat her fingers and script, 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 duskiness only to find that this last session had indeed sapped almost all of his strength.

It seemed he'd just closed his eye when he felt a silky softness enclose his manhood, opening them he saw the outline of her soundbox seeming to radiate in the moonlight. He tried to move but found that it was useless. While she was gently massaging his humanity, she was also leaning over his script cleaning the blood off his wrist. Smiling she began to kiss across his thorax, her advert more like a gruntle piece of cake, stopping at each nipple to nip and lavish it with a suckle and a kiss.

Moving steadily higher she nipped at his neck opening. Strangely, he only felt a sharpness and cold-blooded intuitive feeling each meter she did. Then she did the one affair he thought she never would, as she moved to his rim and took them in a voicelessness piano osculation. Groaning, he wasn't sure if it was him or her, her lips lingered a moment longer, the cold washing 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 perfect hand to her naked white meat she laid it between then and then pointing at him simply saying with a Brobdingnagian grinning,"bast, mine."She vanished as the first light of the day poured into the room.

He shook his head. Bast ? Was that her public figure ? After all this clip, was she telling him who she was ? What had changed ? Getting up he stumbled in a weakened United States Department of State to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror he saw that he had two belittled insect bite on his neck but as he watched in amazement they were healing and going away. Shocked a minute he could only gaze, then he looked at the wrist she had deeply gouged, but there was nothing there ! okey, 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-hand thigh. What the hell ? What is a sistrum and how the hell did I know that's what it was ? Looks like an ancient rattle to me.

Dressing he left his house and headed to the program library. I might need to research this, he thought. Along the way he had several char staring at him as if they were starving and he was the lunch special. okay, he thought, this is something new. In the subroutine library he stopped to take the older librarian for the section on ancient Egypt. The woman started to luff to it when she looked up. Fixing her eyes upon him, a sly smile lit up her typeface, and he could swear that the woman was almost panting. She moved to testify him where it was, but he politely told her that he was fine. Again he could assert that the woman was almost make to cry but sat back down.

Moving through the dust-covered subdivision of the library he could see that this section was hardly ever used. Reaching up he found a book on Bast and began to understand. An hour later his optic were wide, the Egyptian goddess was known as the cat goddess of sensual delight, protector of the household, bringer of health, and the shielder holy man of firefighter ? She personified the playfulness, blessing, affection, and cunning of a cat as well as the bowelless force of a lioness. Because of her all-seeing hallowed eye ( called the utchat ) she could see perfectly in the nighttime. 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 husbands and was acknowledged as a sexual partner 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 clock time. He'd have to ask her though it seemed every time he had she always wanted to say nothing or nothing much.

Leaving that division of the depository library he stopped short as almost every female chief snapped up. Shaken a bit they almost looked like a large number of sharp-set masher out on a hunting expeditiousness. The smell of pure lust in all their center had him feeling more like a side of meat of inwardness than a man. Escaping the building, he quickened his step 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 cleaning lady staring at him longingly.

Arriving at home he'd had to carry a back alleyway to deter any females following him as he'd noticed at to the lowest degree twenty were not all that far behind him. Closing off his house he went to the toilet to wash his aspect, a pant escaped his lips. There staring back from the mirror was a much untested form of himself. His mouth still undetermined, he nodded at his reflection. A faint smile edged across his lips as he started to admire his prototype. He'd forgotten just how good he used to look. Flexing his arms he saw that the muscles he had at one time, were indeed again with him.

Hearing the auditory sensation of several running feet he took a peek out his bathroom window. The raft he saw shocked him a moment as he watched, at least, fifteen women running down the pavement 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 windowpane could get a line various of them groan in disappointment. Undeterred they moved on in mass towards the next male.

Shaking his forefront he sat and started his computing device, deciding he'd take his mind off of affair for a while. Opening up his stock pageboy he stared at it a moment, then he had an epiphany. Putting almost all his money into several fund he watched as he was starting to fall a substantial 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 fan and would do much to reward her fan. Shaking his forefront he sat deep in thought again wondering what he'd done to gain her lovemaking. She had visited him for years every clock time a night of bliss for them both, but that was it. What was different now ?

egg laying back on the bed he thought of every sentence they had been together, but zero stood out to him. Then he remembered that she had taken not one but two bites on his neck both drawing rake. Though it was his line he'd found both sentence that the semblance on her sass had greatly excited him. Within consequence he was sound asleep, having spent a adept part 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 sharpness to eat, then finding he was still tired returned to the bedroom. The flatware brilliant light of the full moonshine began to spill into the elbow room, sending odd-shaped shadows creeping toward him. One present moment he was alone staring at the light of the moon, the following she appeared again across the room.

"Bast,"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, husband,"came her solvent in hushed tones. His eyes grew wide, he was her married man ? She was a goddess for crying out flash !

"Why ?"He finally managed to get out.

As far as he knew no person man had ever ended up on the well side of being an Egyptian goddess's husband.

wave her helping hand he was suddenly stark au naturel, as the slim delicate wrapping 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 shudder member.

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

Then with another prospicient, lingering, slow poke all the way up his shaft, she took his unharmed now strong duration down her throat. With a moan, he almost rose off the bed, her throat muscularity doing things he'd never thought were possible. Feeling the massive pressure level he almost roared as he started to pump his cum deep down her throat.

Collapsing he was gasping for air as she released his still heavily fellow member and smiled down at it. Again a wicked smiling lit up her pale cheek as she moved and brought her now soaked kitty 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 breathing time, groaned again as the velvety softness of her wet sex seemed to go down on and draw him in even deeper.

Looking up at the pale sight of beauty, her sullen fuzz was such a contrast against her pale skin. Her actions upon his penis began to become harder and more delirious as the maniacal flavor once again came into her deeply dark optic. Finally, after only a few minutes he felt her vaginal muscles tighten as she reached her release. Another unfeminine roar issued from her lips as she as she removed her stock covered hands from his chest. Oddly enough, there still was no pain. bending low she nipped at his neck causing another undulation of cold to lap over him.

Now sitting beside him, she licked the blood red color from her back talk 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 swear that she was purring. Touching his now deflated member she looked him directly in the optic,"go tomorrow bed covering seed."Then she smiled at him and continued to strip the descent from herself, then bent to lap up his chest and cervix. Feeling drained as he always did, he thought he heard her say,"soon husband, soon."As sweet sleep overtook him, she floated away.

The next sunrise he again stumbled to the lav stark naked, washing his face he stared in disbelief at his chest. There were not only no blood smear but there were no scar either. The same was true of his cervix. Where she had drawn blood there was no mark. as if it hadn't happened. The self-aggrandizing shock, though, had to be the fact that he was looking at the face of a two dozen 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 number of fourth dimension he'd come the net few days he could only smirk. nether region, 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, music, and dancing. She was highly devoted to her lover, goddess of fertility, guardian of significant women and households. Shaking his head he had to agree she did seem extremely firm. True, the money would protect the house, but what exactly had she meant by soon ? That he could touch her ? That they'd stay together ? This finally part had him in a quandary.

Heading out, he looked both ways before he left in his car. He had to get a few thing 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 woman as he was heading to the lav. He'd just finished when he heard the bathroom door close and then lock. await a minute, lock ? It was a multi-person men's room.

The Lapplander woman was standing by the door removing all her wearing apparel, then completely raw advanced upon the shocked man, almost knocking him to the floor and fishing his now semi - hard cock out of his pant. Opening her mouth she engulfed it quickly bringing it to wide-cut inclemency, her principal bobbing at a ferocious speed. Now pleased with her employment she held his member as she drove her dripping wet pickle all the way down his beam of light until her ass was resting on his second joint. Sighing in utter gratification she began to slowly face lifting and pearl taking him all the way each sentence. 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 back. Thrusting up to foregather her, he felt his scrotum tighten and his balls start to boil as the cum began to pump deep into the cleaning woman. Shrieking she ground herself even harder, trying to aim him as oceanic abyss as she could. Collapsing on his chest for a moment, the woman then got up, got dressed, and left as if aught had happened. Still a footling appal, the man paid for his groceries and left.

Arriving dwelling house he quickly made his way into the house not indisputable if there were a swarm of cleaning lady waiting on him or not. Sitting in his electric chair he began to remember over what he'd learned : one, he was Bast's married man. Two, he was obviously irresistible to all cleaning woman, three, he was going to see her again, at to the lowest degree, Thomas More than once a twelvemonth plus four, he was almost half his age. So she wanted him to spread his seed, she had obviously done something to him.

wellspring, 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 font. The way the plan she had for him right now was, yeah, he could live with it, providing he was thrifty and wasn't screwed to destruction !