Tales of the Talisman Chapter 4
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Chapter Four
I had no idea where to find Faust when I arrived. Paracelsus said he should be at the university, but I wasn't sure where to look. I decided to try asking around the student quarters. I received numerous warning to stay away from him, they claimed he was in league with the devil. I eventually located him in the Sciences building. He was standing at a laboratory table stirring some concoction which was belching thick gray smoke into the air.
"Doctor Faust, I presume" I said.
"And who might you be?" he asked.
"I am a seeker of knowledge, I was directed to you by a fellow alchemist, Paracelsus" I explained, "but you may call me Hans." I stepped closer to the table, whereupon he looked at me and nodded.
"You come learn about the talisman" he said, nonchalantly, "may I see it?"
"Yes, sir" I said "anything knowledge you can impart to me about it, I would much appreciate. What enchantment made these?"
"Paracelsus brought the box to me years ago to examine" he said. "I knew right away it was made by no mortal man. I could feel the energy coming from it. My colleagues and I set about to unlock its secrets. A druid associate of mine, Cartach, said it was handiwork of the Sidhe, the faery folk. In the university library, he dug through the stacks, pulling out an ancient tattered scroll from the Eire. There were illustrations of a similar box, showing the procedure for opening it. By pressing various combination of the different colored woods, we saw lines form indicating a lid. We tried to pry it up but nothing would break it loose. Cartach sat studying the piece and rubbed his thumb across the lid to feel the texture and the lid slid out and opened."
"When you opened it, you saw seven necklaces inside?" I asked.
"No. Only six, Paracelsus was wearing one. Cartach and I could see they were made of silver, but they had the faint charge of magick energy coming off them. I asked Paracelsus how he came by this treasure, as he knew the function but not the history of his piece. He said he bought it from an old gypsy man and he had carried it for hundreds of years. I thought I misheard him; his appearance was that of a man no more than 30 years old. I was born before your great grandfather's grandfather he told me. With that he closed the box and went away. He must be tired of being the only immortal, if he's begun handing them out."
"I suppose so, the box is empty now" I said.
"Is there other information I should know about the talismans?" I asked him.
"Just this" he said "the talisman only functions to accelerate natural processes. I have spoken to the gurus in the Indus lands. They knew of such devices and scoff at them. They said all men are reborn countless numbers of times, this device is a cheat of sorts. In the natural cycle of reincarnation, the soul goes to work off karma, then be reborn without memories of past lives weighing one down. Using the cheat, you build up many lifetimes of bad karma and when it is finally destroyed and you return to natural patterns you will have to spend a very long time waiting to be reborn again. Millennia, perhaps. They claim that without the renewal and release of old life memories, eventually the person will go insane."
"I wonder about that, Paracelsus has been alive for 897 years so far, by his reckoning, and he seems to be doing well, other than his loneliness of which you spoke." I said.
"He is a strong man" Faust said "be that as it may, I would recommend when you grow weary under the weight of your lives, find a silversmith when you are near death and will him the silver around your neck. Melting the medallion will release your soul."
"Thank you for your advice, but I plan to live, perhaps, until the end of the world" I said defiantly.
"Then, perhaps there we shall meet again" he said.
I bade him goodbye and stepped back into the street, not sure where I would go next. I assessed my situation. I was in appearance a handsome Germanic youth of 17 or 18 years. When I split from Paracelsus, he had given me some gold to begin my travels on. I knew there were now five others with talismans walking through time. I had lifetimes ahead of me. I decided to explore places I had heard about from other travelers. My first thought was the lands of the Norsemen, but from previous lives I knew that I had a penchant for the brown skinned, dark haired exotics. I considered going back to Spain, but I longed for something less familiar. After speaking with Faust, my curiosity was peaked about those lands along the Indus. My only trepidation was that area was under the rule of the Muslims, who were know to mutilate the penises of their sons in the manner of the Jews.
After much self-deliberation, my curiosity overcame my angst. I set about to make my way toward the Mughal Empire. All I really knew was I needed to go south and east.
I made my way into München. I spotted a shop selling ornate rugs, the shopkeeper was a swarthy character. I was naïve and thought he might be one of the Indian people I was in search of. When I stopped to speak with him, I found out he was Persian. The information I gleaned from the merchant was daunting. He told me the best way I could get to my destination was to take a trading ship from Venice to Arabia and try to find a group of Arab traders who would let me travel with them. Even then it would take months to get there. His descriptions of the creatures he called camels and travelling across vast desert sounded so exotic and somewhat frightening. Now, however, having at least some loose formulation of a plan, I set off for Venice.
The trip to Venice required an investment of more than a month's journey due to the necessity of crossing the Alps. It was long days of strenuous walking and climbing, and at night I did nothing more than sleep. I can't tell you I wasn't tempted by certain young men I was accompanied by, just that I was too tired to act on the impulses.
I was totally exhausted by the time I made my way to the outskirts of Venice. It was near dark so I stopped to sleep at the local albergo.
The next morning, I entered the city proper and was awestruck. In my 238 years I had seen nothing like it. The entire city was built on the water. In place of wagons and oxen, there were roadways of water navigated by gondoliers. I was not really ready for the next leg of my journey so I decided to find an apartment for a short stay. While I had not spoken Italian in any of my previous lives, it seemed to share words or variations of words with Spanish. I was able to work out how to ask where I could find rooms to rent. A woman who appeared to be of nobility smiled and pointed out a building to me. I bowed and thanked her and went in. The man I found in the entryway was handsome to say the least. He was about my height and weight, light brown skin, dark hair, brown eyes and he was wearing leggings in the style of Venetians which was leaving very little to my imagination. I could feel the weight of my month-long abstinence.
"Wie geht es Ihnen?" the man in the courtyard said, much to my surprise.
"I am well" I said, "What a surprise to find a German speaker here."
"My name is Aldo, I come originally from the far north, right up beside the Alps" he said "my people have traded with the Germans for many years. What brings you to Venezia?"
"Aldo, you may call me Hans. I am here temporarily, resting before starting the next leg of my journey" I said, "I was hoping to find lodging for a few weeks, perhaps a month."
"I have a small apartment available, its on the top floor next to mine. You would have to walk several flights of stairs, if that doesn't bother you, I can give you a bargain price. Most of the people I get are older and want to be on lower floors" he explained. "Come, I'll let you see it."
We went up eight turnings to the fourth floor, more like an attic space. To the left was Aldo's apartment, we went to the right. Aldo produced and ring of keys and opened the door. The space was small, a sitting room/kitchen and a bedroom. In the bedroom I found the selling point. There was a small balcony with a table and two chairs which overlooked the Grand Canal. It was beautiful. We agreed on a price and I followed him back downstairs to retrieve my rucksack. He handed me the key and said "You will have dinner with me tonight." It didn't sound like a request, and his eyes seemed to be somewhere other than on my face.
I unpacked my meager belongings and lay on the bed for what I thought would be a short nap. When I awoke, it was dark in the room. I walked to the balcony and saw the almost full moon low in the sky. Down below the canal was sparkling from the hundreds of lamps on the buildings. I was startled when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and it was Aldo.
"I came earlier and you were sleeping, I didn't want to disturb you" he said.
"You should have roused me; I probably won't be able to sleep tonight" I replied "how late is it?"
"It's not that late, probably near seven, listen for the church bell" he said.
"Am I too late for dinner?" I asked.
"No, I waited for you. I like company when I eat. Come, I have the table set next door."
After the delicious dinner, some kind of pasta with seafood, we sat on the balcony and Aldo offered me an aperitif. We sipped the very sweet wine and watched the gondolas move down the waterways.
"Forgive me for being forward, but earlier I sensed we may be...how do you say...kindred spirits" he said smiling.
"What do you mean" I said coyly.
"When we were speaking, your lips were talking to me but your eyes...they were wandering like the shopper at the marketplace" he said with a chuckle, "I felt like the side of beef in the butcher shop."
I blushed and replied, "Yes, I noticed that you seemed very interested in my belt."
"Indeed, I am, but also that which lies beneath" he said, reaching out and gently stroking my short beard with the back of his fingers.
I leaned in toward him, he met me half way and our tongues began to wrestle with one another. His right hand found the top button of my tunic and began unfastening the buttons one by one. I unbuttoned the top two buttons on his shirt and began to tug at it to pull it over his head of beautiful dark, wavy black hair. I was pleased to see that the black curls continued from his beard onto his chest, down his stomach and disappearing into his codpiece. I stood and pulled the tunic over my head and draped it across the chairback. I had a pair of leggings on still from crossing the alps, but I doubted I'd need them here. Aldo stood and I reached for the laces holding the codpiece to the leggings. I pulled it and the codpiece dropped down give me a splendid view of a thick cock about two shades darker than the skin around it. Aldo wasted no time pushing the leggings off of me. We had to sit back down to remove our shoes, then he took my hand and led me to his bed.
He was all over me at once. He was an expert with his mouth, effortlessly swallowing my prick to the root in one go. He released my cock and started sucking my balls one by one, pulling each one away from my body with his mouth until they popped out. I had to stop him before I came too soon. I pulled him to me for another passionate kiss and all the while he kept rubbing the area between my balls and anus with his meaty middle finger. I made my move and went to his hairy armpit and breathed in the scent of pure man, then turned my face and playfully nipped at his nipple with my teeth. He made a small whimpering noise and I felt wetness on my thigh were his large cock was leaking copious amounts of clear, sweet fluid. I know it was sweet because I wiped some up to taste it. I made my way from one nipple to the other then started leaving a trail of kissed down his torso, observing how the hair trail narrowed as it proceeded to his navel. I paused at his navel and stuck my tongue in, pretending it was his ass.
As I started to claim my prize, Aldo grabbed me with both hands and spun me around. He sucked me in at the same time I took him. It became a contest of skills, trying to see who could make the other cum faster. I held off by only thinking about my performance on him, however it was difficult. Aldo had one of the biggest cocks I had encountered in a long time. It was not only long like Dieter, but also quite thick. So far, I was unable to take it all the way to his balls. Frustrated I began to flog him with my hand and just worked the tip with my mouth. I swirled and swirled my tongue as my hand increased pressure and speed. It was then I started to feel my own impending orgasm building. It had been too many days, almost without warning I was flooding poor Aldo's mouth with what felt like a pitcher of cum, I lost count after ten shots. My massive cum shower seemed to set him off. As I was running my tongue between the head and foreskin, he began shooting. It was not as massive as mine but I still had to swallow a couple of times to get it all.
The church bells rang nine. We had lasted much longer than I thought I would be able to. I swung around and fell asleep on his arm, breathing his intoxicating scent.
The following morning, Aldo said he had a proposal for me. He would give me back my gold if I would share his bed. I returned the key to the other apartment and moved my things one more time.
Lambodara 09/27/2019