Tales of the Talisman Chapter 2
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Chapter Two
Light started to creep into my eyes as they adjusted to the somewhat darkened room in which I found myself. Something was wrong. My vision had not been this bad since I was Danya. My vessel was polishing the back of a silver locket, trying to get it just so. The withered hand held the locket up and I had my first glimpse of my new vessel. The greedy bitch of a nun had betrayed the last request of a dying man and taken the necklace for her own. My mind swirled in a sickening soup of memories from this demon. She was abusive to the orphans, some never made it out. I had memories of smothering babies and burying them in the forest near the orphanage. Her abuse extended to prospective adoptive parents; she would extort the desperate for money in exchange for the baby they wanted. She had memories of sprinkling arsenic onto the food of elderly nuns in her charge to hasten their deaths. Nowhere in our memories or thoughts was there any compassion for others. There was no fealty to the church. As her mind sensed my presence, nausea welled up inside our body. A sniggling of doubt crept into our mind as the idea of being haunted became a reality to her.
I weighed my options. I knew I did not want to stay in this body. The woman was old, perhaps in her sixties, but she could live for years yet. It was reported that some nuns lived into their nineties or longer. I made a decision to carry through with my threat and haunt the old hag. I whispered into her conscious mind, I have wronged that man and stolen his property even as he lay dying. I repeated this theme throughout the day, planting the seed in her mind. At night I would give her dreams using the memories she had of my dead body lying in the bed with the paper containing my last wishes laying on my chest.
To her credit, she was a strong woman. She lived with her guilt, pushing it aside and trying to bury it deep in her psyche. The streak of evil in her sustained her. If I had not been sharing her mind, she would have gone on victimizing her charges and pushing the bad feelings away indefinitely. I, however, was having none of that. I was resolute that she would not have a single night of peaceful sleep until I was released from this prison. I escalated her nightmares. Within the nightmares I replayed my words entreating her to give the youngest male infant the necklace. Her dreams would contain images of my dead body, the talisman, smothering babies to quiet them, shallow burials and finally would culminate in her imaginings of the fires of Hell burning the flesh from her bones.
She managed to hold out for five months this way before her heart began to falter and the talisman started to turn gray. In the sixth month, one night after a particularly vivid nightmare, she awoke clutching her chest and hurried to the nursery. By candlelight, she stumbled through the cribs which were alphabetical Alfonso, Bernardo, Cristobal, Diego, Eduardo, etc. until we were looking at an infant baby boy to whom the sisters had given the name Diego. When the old woman pulled at the necklace this time, it came free and she dropped the necklace around the baby's neck only seconds before she dropped to the floor. The darkness lasted only seconds for me this time. When I awoke, I could see the flickering flame from where the old hag dropped the candle. I began to cry as loud as I could, which set off all the babies in the nursery. Soon the Reverend Mother came in dressed in her night clothes and found the dead sister lying in a heap on the floor. She called for help and put out the fire started by the candle. Some of the sisters took away the old lady's body and the rest set about to comfort us babies. I fell asleep staring at the blue sheen on the talisman.
I awoke the following morning, orphan baby boy `Diego'. The only thoughts or memories this vessel had was of staring at the ceiling of this room so the vessel merged into me with no struggle whatsoever.
A month or so later a somewhat wealthy looking couple came looking for a baby to adopt, the woman was barren. There were six male and three female infants on display. The couple picked each of us up and weighed their options. When the man and woman handled me, I cooed and smiled at them as best I could. I left the orphanage that day and became Tomás Alvedo de Campo. Tomás was 12 months old, but it was the year 1398 which made my real age 108 years.
Little Tomás was a prodigy, but no less was to be expected considering my true age. As the years progressed on my current vessel, I once again reached puberty. Little Tomás was a true hot-blooded Spaniard, my budding body was attracted to everything that had two legs. At twelve I was swapping blowjobs with neighborhood boys, at sixteen I impregnated a girl and was forced to marry. By the age of 45 I had sired 22 children, twelve with my wife; the oldest of which I named Rudolfo. I sired an additional seven with my mistress and three with the maid. After the twelfth, my wife went through the change of life and no longer had desires. My mistress, after confessing her sins to the priest, reconciled with her husband and cut me off. The maid was getting older and was no longer attractive to me; I turned to street boys.
Due to the experiences I had as Alexei, I was drawn to the boys of the night. I roamed the streets of Valencia looking for suitable subjects. My present infatuation was with those who were in the throes of the change of life, usually about thirteen to fourteen. A short distance from the plaza near our house I found just the thing for which I had been searching. As I approached him, I could see he was slender but well-toned. The lad was dark, most likely from living his life out of doors, although he possibly had some Moorish heritage. He was standing beneath the street lamp and when I stepped next to him, I immediately notice two things, the thin wispy moustache over his lip and the scent of sexual activity exuding from him.
"What is your name, boy?" I asked gruffly.
"Ernesto" he said pensively.
"Are you up for pleasure?" I asked.
"Sí, señor" he replied.
"What is you price for the entire night?" I asked.
Ernesto's eyes grew wide for a second, the he seemed to be making figures in his head. "I believe I can spend the night with you for 50 escudo" he offered.
I pulled out of my coin purse 100 escudo and handing them to Ernesto I said, "No limitations, I may do whatever I please with you."
"For 100 escudo you may have your way with only two limitations, no maiming or killing me, señor" he said.
I took him to an inn nearby and, first things first, I had him strip for bathing. Although I loved the smell of boy, this one was overly stinky from servicing many pingas recently. I poured some water from the basin and ordered him to take off his clothes. All the boy had was the ragged pants and shirt. He was barefoot and there were no undergarments to be seen. I had him sit in the chair and I began with his incredibly nasty feet. I scrubbed them with the washcloth until they were fresh and pink, then moved up one leg at a time all the way to his hips, carefully avoiding his boy bits for now.
I bent him so his head was over the bowl and poured the water over his head, scrubbing with my fingers to get the dirt free. I rinsed twice to make sure it was clean. After a quick trip to the courtyard well to fetch more water, I washed his neck and shoulders, under his arms, his back and stomach all the way down to his boy parts once again.
Now it was time to clean the most important parts. I had him stand over the bowl so that he could roll back his foreskin and clean the head of his pinga while I poured the water. I poured a little more and had him scrub the small patch of hair and his cojones. Last of all, I made him turn around and rest his forearms on the chair so that I could get access to his tight brown ass. I poured the water down his crack and scrubbed both inside the crack and the outside of his pert butt cheeks. With the last of the water I pushed my middle finger into his slightly abused hole and rinsed it until squeaky clean. I dried the boy off and sent him to the bed.
As I undressed, the boy's eyes grew large. Tomás was not small - I was not huge like the burro, but there was a respectable 18 cm hanging in front of me. I lay on the bed and commanded him to suck. Reluctantly, he came over and took my cock in his small hand forcing the skin down and back up a few times as if judging how it would fit in his mouth. As if his decision was suddenly made, he plunged down about 10-12cm until the head beat at the back of his throat. He could feel that at least the width of his hand remained.
"It's okay" I said, "just work on that much while I prepare your back entrance."
He worked and worked, I think he was trying to make me cum so I would not be able to assault his ass, but to no avail. I pulled his lithe body around so that I could eat his ass. I proceeded to tongue fuck him into delirium; after five or six minutes I had the boy begging me to fuck him. I turned him around and pulled his hole into alignment with my pillar of stone and positioned the head against his anus. At this point I allowed him to initiate the movement. He sat on my dick and began taking it centimeter by centimeter until my curls were at his ass.
He rose and fell, tentatively at first then as he grew used to it, faster and harder. As he frigged himself on my cock, I began manipulating his dick in time with his thrusts. I held out as long as I could. My toes were curled, my thighs were tight as new-braided rope. I caught him as he pulled up and I started make rapid strokes, my juevos making a slapping noise each time my body met his. Almost without warning I began to fill the boy with my seed, still I continued humping as well as stroking his pinga in time. When he felt my dick expand inside him and begin to pulse, his own seed released covering my hand and making a puddle on my stomach. Exhausted, Ernesto collapsed onto my dick. I released him and brought my semen covered hand to my mouth for a taste of the sweet boy nectar.
Ernesto rolled off me and picked up his pants.
"¿A dónde crees que vas? I asked him (What do you think you're doing?)
"We are done, no?" he asked.
"No, I paid you until daylight, the night is young" I replied, "come and squat over my face." I had much to teach this tradesman. After this night he maybe could double his profits.
We fucked three more times that night, I had him twice more and then, out of compassion I took his pinga in me just before dawn. This time when he began dressing, I was silent. Ernesto started to leave the room, but thinking twice, he came back and passionately kissed me intertwining our tongues.
"Hasta la vista" he said, "I will not say `Adiós' because I hope to see you again soon."
I left the inn about fifteen minutes after Ernesto and was making my way back home. It was late, much later than I usually walked the streets. I walked the boulevard adjacent to the Central Market, moving in and out of the lamplight. In a hurry to get home I took a shortcut through one of the alleyways at the south of the market. The last thing I remember was the flash of the blade as it rose to sweep across my neck. I fell to the ground, at once gasping and choking on my own blood. For a few moments I could make out the thief taking my coin purse and turning out my pockets. Once again, I found myself in the dreamless sleep.
Lambodara 09/24/2019