A Welcomed Guest

Chapter 3

The man lay there perhaps another fifteen minutes before he got up and stumbled to the bathroom to wash up. Still shaking about what had taken place, my god! What in the hell was going on? Was he going to be visited by all the female goddesses soon? A smirk crossed his face then he shook it away. This he thought looking into the mirror wasn't that good. In all of the books he had read, never had anything good ever coming to pass between a goddess and a mortal?

Looking in the mirror his mouth dropped open; there one side of his neck was a Tjet (a knotted headdress with a loop) on the other a small hawk beneath the moon over the river that soon faded. Looking down he could still see the ankh on his right inner thigh and the sistrum on his left, both near his scrotum. Swallowing hard, if he was in fact the husband of Bast, just how pissed was she going to be he had screwed her mother?

'Holy shit,' the man thought, 'they had both laid a claim to him?' Shaking the man thought I am definitely in some real deep shit! Thinking for a few minutes he decided to call his friend Roger, an expert with a PhD in the field of Mythological Studies. If anyone could help him it would be Roger, looking at the clock the man cursed well when he was up that was.

Heading back to his bedroom the man felt the familiar sleepiness start to assail his senses. Lying down with a grin he knew that Bast should be here soon, then a tremor went through him. Would she be angry that her mother had partaken of him also? With a sigh he let the darkness come, after all, there was no fighting it.

It seemed he'd only just fell asleep when his eyes snapped open. Across the room Bast seemed to be waiting by the window. As she drew close Bast looked closely at the man seeing the symbols on each side of his neck. Her whispery voice floated across the room to him. "Good husband. Mother, here, See, take." Sniffing him close, a smile the first real smile he'd actually seen on her face came forth. "Mother like much. You marked, safe. Good!"

Reaching down she took his deflated member into her mouth almost instantly breathing new life into it. Smiling again at his quick response the man felt her mouth engulf him all the way to his scrotum. Within moments the man groaned again as he felt blast after blast of his seed going deep into her throat. Licking her lips she withdrew seeing that his member was still as hard as when she started. "God Bast I need so badly to touch you!"

Reaching up he'd almost touched her face when she hissed and slashed at his hand deeply cutting it. "Not yet almost." came her whispered reply as she licked his wrist and hand. Climbing up she quickly impaled herself all the way to his thighs. A growling purr seemed to issue from her lips as the wave of cold washed over him again. Strange thing though, this time it felt different, it almost felt like he could feel her weight.

Quickly she settled into a quick rhythm that seemed to increase every few seconds 'til she seemed to be moving as fast as Isis had been. It also didn't seem to take that long this time as he quickly felt the feeling building to the point he knew he was about to explode within her. Roaring out he felt his seed start to fill her, flooding her cervix then flowing out around his member. Even as his release started, Bast started to scream far louder than she had before. Her whole pale body shock uncontrollably as her hole clenched his member tighter. Falling on his chest the man felt her biting her way up his chest to his neck then his lips as she bit both of them.

Licking back over the trail she'd just taken the man could only admire the red of his blood on her lips and fingers. Her mother was beautiful yes, but he'd take Bast any day. After all these years he realized with a shock that he thought he was falling for her! Damn it I really am screwed he thought, when she finally left as he knew she would have to one day he felt he would die.

Bast looked at the man a moment, "No husband, no die. You, Bast, always. Mother help. Protect, mark." Licking his hand and wrist again then his chest a last time, she floated to the window and looked at him. Was she actually smiling at him? What was that strange glimmer he'd seem in her eyes? Damn it he really needed to talk to Roger. In the morning he thought as the darkness of sleep enveloped him.