The High Priest of Amber Dawn

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by  Marquis Michelle

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First published in 2007, 2007

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The High Priest of Amber Dawn
Copyright © June 2007, Michelle Marquis
Cover art by Yvette Lynn © June 2007
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Dedication
For all those who need a little magic in their lives.
CHAPTER ONE
The orgy was scheduled to start at eleven, right after the banquet.
The night was aging softly into a rich velvet blue outside the dining room.
Gazing through the window, one could almost smell the cool evening air as wind
gently licked at the lush garden bushes. Damien Saul, High Priest of the Order of
Amber Dawn checked his Rolex. Almost eight, he thought. Soon it will be time
to start. His cock stiffened in anticipation.
He took a seat in a plush leather chair next to the window. Interlacing his fingers
on his lap, he studied the crowd. Karl Von Hoffman, his friend and fellow priest
was being his gregarious self, laughing and flirting with all the women in the
room. Like a honeybee going from flower to flower, no one scent held his
attention very long. He was a tall, elegant man who always kept his blonde hair
neatly groomed and dressed in expensive European suits. Damien shook his head
as he watched him; no one could charm people like Karl.
There were more women this time than last, which pleased him. It always made
things so much more interesting when the women outnumbered the men at the
orgy. He smiled as he watched them meeting and greeting each other. Women of
various sizes, shapes and professions, all looking for something they couldn't
find in everyday life. They'd be rewarded too for their adventurous ways, for if
there was one thing Damien knew how to do, it was entertain a lady.
Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply, reveling in the thought of being naked
surrounded by all of these beauties. He could taste their lips, each one different
and each one arousing. He would take them all, mounting each one as she
presented herself to him. The thought brought an inferno of savage lust burning
through his hips. He opened his eyes and forced himself to relax.
As he focused his attention to the door, he watched, as a young woman entered
whom he didn't recognize. She was rather short with dark blonde hair and hazel
eyes. She came in with two other women Damien recognized as regulars. One, a
strawberry blonde named Frenchy was a local lawyer and the other Cathy, was a
successful restaurateur. Both women had sexual appetites that rivaled his own
and both were frequent visitors to his Saturday night orgies.
He watched the new woman act as most newcomers did cautious and watchful,
her lovely eyes flashing nervously from side to side. He grinned and pulled
Frenchy over to him as she was passing by. She gave him a lurid grin and a
wink.
"It's a little early to go upstairs, isn't it?” she purred.
He smiled and shifted his erection to a more comfortable spot inside his pants.
“Who's that woman you came in with, the one with the dark blonde hair?"
Frenchy glanced back. “She's new to the scene. You know—curious so she
thought she'd tag along. Her name is Jennifer Stein. She's Cathy's psychic."
Damien chuckled. “Does Cathy really believe in psychics?"
Frenchy shrugged. “Cathy says she's good and swears by her. Jennifer's even
been covered in the local news for finding a kid that was lost in a mine shaft for
a week."
Damien studied Jennifer as she stood clutching her purse by the door. She was a
hardy woman and he imagined her beneath him crying her passion out to the sky.
In that moment, a rush of feverish lust filled him and he knew he had to bed her.
Damien got up from his chair. “Thanks Frenchy."
He prowled up to Jennifer and graced her with his most engaging smile. He held
his hand out, “Hello. Are you new to the temple?"
Jennifer stared at him as if he'd walked up to her stark naked. She took his hand
and shook it. “Yes,” she said pulling her hand away quickly. “Yes I am."
"My name is Damien Saul. I'm the High Priest here."
She nodded nervously. “I know who you are."
"Let me show you around then."
Damien took her all through the house, from the lush, well-tended grounds to the
Victorian decorated library. He talked to her the entire time, making light
conversation to soothe her. After a few minutes, she seemed to relax. The final
area he showed her was the upstairs bedrooms.
"Wow, each bedroom is a different color,” she said as they entered the blue
room. She stood in the center and turned in a small circle.
"We planned it that way. Every room sets a different mood,” he said coming in
and pulling the door closed behind him. She whirled around and stared at him.
"What are you doing?” she asked.
He moved forward and took her face in his hands. He gave her a moment to
resist him, and then he placed a soft kiss on her lips. “Seducing you,” he
whispered against her mouth. “You did come here to be seduced, didn't you?"
Jennifer's eyes widened and she shook her head slightly, as if the action alone
could ward him off. He knew she didn't mean it though; he could see the
building excitement in her eyes.
Damien ignored her mild protest and pressed on. Forcing her back onto the bed,
he eased her down on the midnight bedspread and moved up over her. He could
feel her body trembling with nervous anticipation. He kissed her again, this time
with a scalding heat that tapped the lurking passion in her heart. She returned his
hunger with such fervor he had to break the kiss to calm his raging lust or he'd
have climaxed right there.
Moving his mouth down, he trailed his lips over her chin and neck, listening to
her breath grow shallow and fast. He stripped her slowly, peeling away one layer
of clothing at a time. Then he undressed himself. She stared down at his
enormous cock and squirmed nervously.
"Don't be afraid Jennifer,” he soothed. “I'll make sure your pussy is ready for
me. You're going to love the way I feel inside you."
She met his gaze and her body relaxed a little.
Damien pushed her legs apart and placed his hand between them. He petted her
and her sex opened up to him: wet, plump and ready. She twisted and groaned.
Leaning down, he took her swollen button into his mouth and tickled it with his
lips and tongue. Her reaction was sudden and immediate, spreading her legs as
far apart as she could and pushing her hips up to him. He nestled between her
thighs, teasing her pussy with his tongue, loving the hungry jumps her body
made as her desire increased.
"More,” she whimpered. “Oh, more please."
Opening her vaginal lips, he buried his mouth into her soft flesh. Nibbling and
licking, he devoured her, relishing the smell of her arousal on his fingers and
lips. He couldn't get enough, pushing his tongue deep inside her. She moaned
loudly.
He smiled.
He dragged his lips up her body, savoring every inch when she suddenly pushed
him away. He was about to ask what was wrong when she squirmed down and
seized his penis. She slid it into her mouth with a feral kind of glee. A stunning
wave of ecstasy rushed through him. She sucked him into her mouth, licking the
shaft and stroking the tip with her tongue.
Now it was his turn to moan loudly. She laughed and sucked harder, running her
tongue on the underside of his cock. The pleasure was so intense; he had to stop
her before he came. He wanted to save his desire for her hot, little channel.
Moving his body between her legs, his cock soon found her hungry sex. Without
a moment's hesitation, he plowed into her, stuffing his big cock into her tight
pussy. She moaned and gripped his back, her legs sliding around his hips as he
rode her. Lifting her hips up, he pushed deeper until he couldn't get in one more
inch. He pumped into her slowly at first, letting her get used to the feel of him,
but the wetter she got the harder he took her. Sweat ran down his back as she
clung to him, whispering her hungry wishes into his ear.
Then with a scream of delight, she orgasmed, bucking up in a frenzy of lust and
passion. He came soon after, collapsing on top of her in an exhausted heap.
Despite his best efforts to convince her to stay, Jennifer didn't want to attend the
orgy. As they emerged from the blue room, he tried to think of a hundred ways to
ask her to go out with him. Just as he opened his mouth to say something, a loud
hum filled the hallway.
"What's that?” Jennifer asked turning toward the source of the sound. It was
coming from Karl's workroom. He was forever creating machines that made
noise.
Damien went over and pulled the door closed. The noise dropped to a faint hum.
“Some blasted machine Karl has been working on. He claims it's a gateway to
the spirit world."
Jennifer stared at him. “Does it actually work?"
He laughed. “You don't believe in that nonsense, do you?"
She glared at him.
Damien guessed she did.
CHAPTER TWO
Jennifer arrived home and threw her keys on the coffee table. What a fantastic
night that had been. Damien had been the most exciting lover she'd ever had. But
as much as she enjoyed being with him, she knew she should avoid him from
now on. Not only was he kind of eccentric, but he was also a notorious
womanizer. Who knew how many lovers he had besides her?
Going into her room, she threw her purse on the bed and stripped in front of the
mirror. Her skin looked flushed and healthy; better than it had in years. She
grinned to herself remembering how she'd cried out as he'd taken her.
Just thinking of him made her wet. Still looking in the mirror, she ran her hands
down her body, stopping at the trim patch of hair covering her pussy. Imagining
him behind her, she opened her legs and slipping her fingers through the moist
skin, exploring every pleasurable sensation she could coax. Her fingers soon
grew slick with her own arousal. She coaxed her vision further, easing one
finger, then two into her throbbing sex.
Waves of sexual pleasure flowed over her flesh. Everything was so vivid she
could almost smell the rich masculine scent of his skin. Deeper and deeper she
probed, feeling the tight pussy muscles contract around her fingers.
Damien was in his office getting a drink when the vision came. It was sexy and
intoxicating and he relaxed and let it flow over him. Staring off at the wall, he
saw Jennifer clearly in his mind. She was at home in front of a mirror playing
with her pussy. He didn't know how he knew it, but she was thinking about him.
Within seconds, his cock was painfully hard. Images of her beneath him rushed
into his mind and he knew he had to go with it. Unzipping his pants, he grabbed
his shaft and squeezed the base. A blinding surge of lust pulled at his gut, urging
... no ... forcing him to continue.
He stroked the length of his cock, the images of Jennifer's naked body withering
in pleasure overtaking him. In his thoughts, he was inside her now, pumping and
thrusting as deep as he could go. She returned his carnal appetite, grunting and
screaming out her ecstasy with every driving plunge. Then her pussy rippled,
squeezing his cock and milking the seed from it. He leaned his head back and
groaned out her name.
When the image finally released him, he was drenched in sweat.