Hunting Shadows: Baxley's point of view part 5
Called the cat goddess named bast. baxley stepped past onyx, his clothes changing into egyptian armor and his dagger appearing at his left hip in a golden sheath. bast put her paw on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. "i want you to go with onyx.
Her Emerald Eyes: Prolouge
"well, first of all, it is extremely similar to bast. the only major difference i can depict from the tablet is that the head of bast does not have the head of a lion."
A Royal Roast (Baked alive)
The broth she was stewing in basted her skin again and again while she browned, dark skin growing glossy over the hours in the heat of the oven.
Catnip, a Halloween story
I introduced myself and she told me her name was bast, and she was named after an egyptian goddess. she patted a spot on the couch next to her and i sat down.
The Substitute Turkey
But he had promised a final orgasm, and took his time basting the owlbear's erogenous zones. he contemplated the whimpering half-hoots that maru made while toying with that turkey breast with each tender swipe of his bristles.
Bastian Bastardry 2
Until the woman bore the mark of bast, she would not be included in the ranks of those that the soldiers were there to protect.
A Type of Worship
Seeing the futility of arguing, bast disappeared into the crowd. a few minutes later, someone tapped the jackal on his shoulder.
The First Penitatas - The New Status Quo
"i tried to stop this, bast. i fought this. i knew that fucking bitch would do this so i fought it! and i lost..." bast shook his head in sympathy. "you did all you could, sir. can't ask for more. why don't you off-board now? go clear your head?"
Practicing the Dark Culinary Arts | Entree Comm
Just as the first basting of glaze drooled against her supple pussy lips, the tender sow felt her body quake one last time.
Hunting shadows P:4
"bast, the cat goddess." he stuttered, looking away nervously. onyx caught his breath, shuddering. his tail fluffed out and the name sent shivers down his spine. "b-but that would mean-" "yes, you're descended from a goddess.
The World's Protector
bast murmured to the first of her followers in this new world, perhaps just a simple cat to some, but to her a mark of divinity within itself, and a lingering bastion to her eternal connection to these lands and civilisations spread across the
Home for the Holiday (AS "O")
bast added his own blend of fingers along his chest. lips locked for as long as one of them could hold their breath. he tasted delicious to bastion, and he wore a fine cologne. sandalwood musk that had a hint of chai.