1. The Jaguar Shaman


    Date: 9/30/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Blowjob, Body modification, Cum Swallowing, First Time, Mind Control, Romance, Teen Male / Female, Virginity, Author: OregonDavid, Rating: 0, Source: sexstories.com

    form in the genetically preprogrammed manner. He shook his head to clear those sexual thoughts and bent down next to her. “Paul, what we may have here is The Jaguar. The last Brunka Shaman.” “Brunka? You mean Boruca, right?” He was familiar with the known history of this region, recorded after the arrival of the Spanish. The Boruca people had inhabited this region from the time of the Conquistadors until today. “No, the Brunka. There is evidence that the Boruca immigrated here after the Spanish wiped the Brunka from existence. There is also an obscure legend that the Brunka had a spiritual leader, a shaman with mystical powers, who was slain in defense of the village against the Conquistadors. The legend also describes the attire of the Jaguar Shaman including four stone bracelets worn at the wrist and ankles and a stone sphere necklace. They were described as combining to have other-worldly powers. They had the ability to change men and objects, influence winds and tides, even alter the weather. Eschelmann and Lowe have theorized that they hold the secret to whom or what created the Diquis Spheres, or at least a key to finding out more than we know now.” “Why haven’t I you said about the Jaguar Shaman before?” “It’s just a crazy theory that Professor Eschelmann dug up in the University of Chicago archives. It was first proposed in the mid-twenties. Back then, the professor who found the original Latin translation of a Mesoamerican codex explored twenty five years on this ...
    very site. I can’t remember his name. He didn’t know how close he had come to finding the prize he sought. Docs Esch and Lowe used that early work pinpoint a location to start their own dig. This site is so far from all the other digs, there has to be a reason. And here we are, ninety years later, maybe finding the pot of gold they were looking for.” She grinned excitedly. “His name was Dr. Leonard David,” stated Paul quietly. “He was my great-grandfather.” “What? Are you serious? You are related to the originator of this site?” Paul nodded. “It appears so. Now what do we do?” Paul asked finally. “Do? We dig. We excavate. We expose. We document. We WORK, Paul David. We work. Let’s see if this is the Jaguar and if the stones are all here. Get your knife and let’s get busy.” The two of them spent the rest of the afternoon using artist pallet knives to scrape blade after blade of dirt from the skeleton; the victim of barbaric violence from five centuries previous. By the time the dinner bell rang, the sun was approaching the ocean in the west. The rest of the diggers had given up their efforts for the day when Kari and Paul emerged from their hole. They had covered the skeleton with a sheet of dirty canvas and with a look they each knew the other would keep their silence. That evening, no one noticed anything unusual with Kari and Paul’s behavior. Saturdays on the location are usually laundry and town day. Everyone would pile into the three camp vehicles to cross the Oso Peninsula ...
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