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The Jaguar Shaman II

Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Body modification, Mind Control, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: OregonDavid, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

detect his life force, but it’s different. It’s old. It’s not all human. It’s dark.” “Do think we are in danger?” “No, not yet. I feel their excitement and curiosity, but not anything dangerous. Except the fourth man. Him I am not so sure.” “What do you think?” Paul asked his jaguar tattoo in the voice they alone shared. “You are wise to be cautious, but you are in no real danger. He does not know what you are. Yet.” “What does that mean, yet?” “As soon as you meet, you will know. He is a kindred being. He has been summoned to this place. All of the kindred have been summoned,” replied his familiar. “Summoned? Summoned by whom?” Paul panicked for a moment, fearing their secret had been disclosed. “By you of course. Did you think these were the only God Stones? There are many, many God Stones. Hundreds on this planet alone. Yours are the stones of the Jaguar Shaman, though they have other ancient names. It is easier for humans to name things with terms they understand. Be patient. You will know when you know.” Paul and Kari joined the others as the Jeep jostled to a stop. A slightly disheveled pair of professors dismounted from the back seats. Dr. Maffioli, the curator of the Museo Nacional exited the driver’s seat. The fourth man also dismounted, his eyes scanning the crowd until they met Paul’s. Only Kari noticed the locking of their eyes and the realization in the visitors eyes that was followed by a flicker of fear and then the knowing look of a long-lost comrade. “What ... is it Paul?” Kari asked, gripping his iron strong forearm. “Is he dangerous?” “Yes. He’s very dangerous. But he is a friend we haven’t met. Don’t worry. No harm will come to us through him. He is my brother,” he whispered. He patted her hands reassuringly and the two of them joined the queue to shake hands with their visitors. The last two to greet one another were Paul David and the stranger. “Hello Paul, I am….” said the stranger reaching out his hand. “Anastasi Alfero,” stated Paul. “Great-great grandson of Anastasio Alfero, the founding father of the Museo Nacional and currently both the largest donor and supporter and the primary benefactor of our current dig. You knew my great grandfather and my great grandfather knew your great-great grandfather.” “You are remarkably well informed, particularly since I have taken great pains to remain anonymous,” stated Alfero in perfect English shaped by his Castilian Spanish accent. “It was your ancestor,” Paul continued, “Who gave my great-grandfather the codex describing this place.” “It was.” “We have much to talk about.” “We do.” “In good time,” smiled Paul. “In good time,” agreed Anastasi. “Now that we have exchanged pleasantries, would someone please see to our luggage and be careful with the coolers and the crates. They contain a great many valuable objects.” “Artifacts?” asked one of the other students. “American beer, hamburgers, hot dogs, corn on the cob, and Jack Daniels.” A cheer went up. The four visitors along with Kari ...