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  The High Priest of Amber Dawn

  Copyright © June 2007, Michelle Marquis

  Cover art by Yvette Lynn © June 2007

  Amira Press, LLC

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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 throug
h 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.

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  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.

  A knock sounded on the door and made him start.

  "Yes,” he managed.

  "It's Karl. People are asking where you are."

  "I know,” Damien, said putting his penis back in his pants. “Tell them I'll be right down."

  So much for not believing in psychics, he thought.

  CHAPTER THREE

  It was time.

  Damien decided to go and say goodnight to his daughter before the night became too involved. Once the orgy started, he wouldn't have a chance to get away all night. Rising from his chair, he eased his way through the thong of guests, touching a bottom here, a waist there. A lovely brunette with dark brown eyes blocked his path and gave him an impish smile.

  "Where are you going?” she asked.

  He took her face in his hand and kissed her, licking across her full, pouting lips. “I'll be right back,” he said. “Someone is waiting for me."

  Satisfied that he'd be returning, she bowed playfully and stepped out of his way. “You promise?"

  He patted her butt affectionately. “I promise,” he said as he squeezed past.

  He took the stairs two at a time, anxious to tuck Candy in and be back down before too many people started looking for him again. He grinned imagining his little girl waiting in her enclosed toe pajamas holding her favorite stuffed bunny, Clyde.

  As he approached her bedroom, he noticed her light was still on and her door was wide open. She'd better be in bed, he thought. He entered her room and she was nowhere to be found.

  Damn it.

  "Nina?” he called, as he did a quick search of Candy's room.

  Nina, his housekeeper, was at the door in seconds. “Yes, Mr. Saul?"

  "Did you put Candy in her bed like I asked?"

  She rushed into the room and opened the closet. “Yes sir, she was right there a minute ago,” she said. “This must be a game."

  "Will you help me find her please?” He walked into the hall and glanced up and down. “Candy?” he called, “please come out baby, I can't play this with you right now."

  An icy chill crawled over his skin bringing with it a deeper wave of dread. He walked down the hall, opening doors and calling her name into each one. It wasn't like her not to come to him when he called her. His heart ached with fear. “Candy?"

  His rising panic infected Nina and she too was searching every possible hiding place, calling the little girl's name.

  Damien stopped searching for a moment to think. Where the hell could she be?

  A low, mechanized hum filled his head. He looked up to find its source.

  The noise was coming from Karl's room at the end of the hall. The door was ajar, revealing a pulsing glow from inside. Damien's mouth wet dry. Oh please, don't let her have found the gateway.

  Before he had time to think, he broke into a run and flung the door open. The gateway stood charged and ready, its curved arches framing a panel of white energy about ten feet tall. His eyes scanned the room, but he knew there were few places for anyone to hide in here. He moved closer to the gateway and his gaze happened upon a small side table off to the left.

  There, sitting on the table was an object that would seal Candy's fate if indeed she had gone through. On it were printed the words ‘Remote Tracker'. The tracker was the only device able to bring someone back from wherever the gateway had transported them. Without it, Candy could be lost forever without any way of getting back to the gateway. He picked it up and held it like a venomous snake. “Candy!” he called into the machine.

  No answer came.

  He turned around to Nina. She was as pale as death. Her mouth opened and closed with not a word coming out.

  He took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. “Go get Karl Von Hoffman, and go get him now!"

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Karl Von Hoffman rushed into the room, his face a grim mask. He stared at the machine rumbling behind Damien. It resembled a large oval mirror but its center swirled with rainbow colors of blue, yellow and red, like gasoline
spilled into water. After a few moments, he said to Damien, “what's happened?"

  Damien didn't speak, he didn't need to. He simply held up the remote tracker.

  Karl went over to the machine, touching one side of the ornate frame to steady himself.

  "Who went through?"

  Damien ran his thumb over the remote tracker's buttons. His frown deepened. “Candy."

  An enormous silence filled the room; it moved like a vortex swallowing everyone's emotions.

  "How could you leave this thing operational?” Damien exploded, glaring at Karl.

  "I ... I ... was meaning to test it. God, Damien, I'm so sorry..."

  Damien stared at the machine. “I'm going in to find her."

  Karl moved closer to him, but stopped when Damien held up a hand and stepped away. “I know how you feel,” Karl said softly, “but we might better find her by staying here."

  Damien was already shaking his head. “No, I'm going in to see if I can find her, and you're going to help me get back."

  Karl studied his face but nodded. “Okay, whatever you say."

  Damien stalked over to the opening still holding the tracker. “What do I have to do?"

  "Just make sure you don't lose that tracker,” Karl said. “Walk in."

  "What's in there?” Damien asked.

  Karl gave him an apologetic smile. “I don't know. I haven't had a chance to test it. If it does what I designed it to do, it will take you to the land of the dead."

  Damien toyed with the device. “What do you mean like heaven and hell? Stuff like that?"

  "I wish I could tell you, but you know as much as I do."

  Damien reached out and touched the swirling colors covering the gateway. They felt cool and slightly moist, like an early morning fog. “Candy?” he called, hoping in vain to hear her voice.

  There was no sound from within. I've got to go in, it's her only chance of getting back, he thought. Then, with a pensive glance at Karl, he stepped inside.