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 cock. 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.

The next morning the man stumbled into the bathroom again, looking in the mirror he was prepared to shave but still had no beard even after four days? Again as before there were no cuts or bruises on his skin. Damn he thought obviously they wanted him young but really! Then again as he stared at his reflection this was about the time he was at his sexual height. Nodding he grabbed his phone and called his friend Roger,

“Roger I need your help, though I think I am screwed in the long run with all of this. What? No I’d rather not tell you over the phone. The thing is I need you to believe me when I tell you, ok? No, nothing like that see you in an hour? Good see you soon.” Grabbing the floppy hat he had for working in the yard the man made his way to his car. Again his heavy set neighbor was staring at him as he was leaving. What in the hell is up with that woman he thought.

An hour later he was pulling up to the state university. Parking the man made his way in trying to look at the ground the whole time. Finally within the confines of Roger’s office the man removed his hat. Roger sat there the whole time as his friend regaled to him the entire story. “Roger you have to help me, everything I read said that relationships like this never end well for the mortal, namely me!”

“Let me get this straight. You have been visited by Bast for a number of years you and her have a night of passion then she leaves?” The man nodded to Roger. “Then last night you were visited by Isis. Really please pray tell me what she looked like?”

The man launched into a description of an extremely beautiful pale woman with a headdress on that looked like a disc with two snakes around it. She had a long sheath dress on when she first appeared then. The man stopped ‘til Roger made him go on. Then the man described the woman climbing on him using him ‘til they were both satisfied.

The man then went on to describe Bast as she was now appearing every night. Nearly in tears the man asked Roger if he was a dead duck or what?

“Well I can say one thing,” Roger said with a grin on his face, “You are as you said fucked but I don’t think in the way you think. Can I see where you were marked?” Roger asked.

The man nodded and pulled his shirt off, showing his neck. Roger stared for a moment then sat. Handing his friend a card told him, “These are ALL of my private numbers. We have been waiting for a sign, thank you my friend any help you need call me.”