Date: Sat, 6 Aug 2005 14:55:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sean ORiley <seanriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Vampire-High Priest: Chap 3

Many thanks to my editor Robert Carrien for his feedback and encouragement.
Good friends are very hard to come by, I am proud to have Robert as my
friend.


CHAPTER 3: HAMUNAPTRA-THE CITY OF DEAD


Miu-Oa, Ker Heb of Osiris stood at the center of the black marble platform,
his arms were outstretched and eyes closed. A full moon glowed in the
heavens and the silvery light bathed his bejeweled body. His cloak made of
gossamer threads of gold bellowed in the cool night breeze. Golden circlet
bearing the markings of the lord of underworld adorned his forehead his
black curly hair cascading onto his shoulders. Sheet-collar made of beaten
gold around his neck; anklets and bracelets studded with precious stones
accentuated his beauty ten fold. The golden bands on his biceps seemed as
if they would pop any moment trying to restrain the bulge. Beaten gold
fashioned in the exact likeness of his crotch fit his privates snugly. The
moon's reflection in the unnaturally calm black waters surrounding the
circular platform rendered an eerie ambience. The desert landscape
stretched out until the eye could see no more. The remnants of the once
magnificent city of the dead, Hamunaptra dedicated to Osiris and his
subjects both living and dead lay ravaged by time, scavenged by desert
bandits and archeologists alike.

I beckoned Johan to approach me, he was completely naked accept for the
beaten gold that covered his nether region. The white globes were hidden
away from my sight only to be revealed at the right time. Johan approached
with a slightest hint of apprehension and knelt facing away from me, only a
mere foot separated us. My outstretched hands rose high in the air as if
holding the moon between my hands and I chanted the hymns from the book of
the dead, which of course I had memorized.

Homage to Osiris, King of the Gods, Lord of the underworld who is truly the
most powerful one. Beloved of Isis hear thine servant's prayers bless mine
mate and me. Bare witness to this holy mating and shower benedictions even
as the mature moon bathes us with its silvery aura. I open mine body and
soul; infuse me with thine radiance and power. Most potent one, I wish to
bind me and mine beloved with blood and seed. Unite us in thine grace oh
lord, blood and seed essence of life bind us in love eternal.

Johan now turned to face me, still kneeling looking at me with his big blue
eyes. Shiny black smoke rose from the waters and encircled us. Osiris was
here to witness and bless of our union. I began the ancient rite of mating
by intoning the ritual questions.

Johan mine beloved do you give yourself freely, body and soul to me.

Ker Heb Miu-Oa, Tutanasar (living image of Asar/Osiris) I give myself
freely body and soul to you for all eternity.

Rise mine beloved and receive mine gift of love.

Johan rose and stretched his hand straight out his palms vertical to his
hands. I slit his palms and joined his palms with mine own bloody palms. As
our blood mixed together I leaned over and kissed him on his mouth. I bit
into his tongue and drank his sweet blood; it tasted like elixir so full of
love and vitality. I resisted my urge to drink him dry and fed him my own
blood.

We embraced as our palms healed and soon my hands were all over his body
touching him everywhere. My bottled up passion was suddenly released and I
could not hold back any longer. His hardness was stabbing on my shielded
crotch my own erection was battling to break free.

My tongue was probing his mouth tasting his saliva, he sucked on my tongue
and his fingers were twirling my curly hair. I grabbed his globes of joy
over the gold shield, I pressed on them with such strength that they
deformed but they still clung on to his flesh as if protecting his
virginity. My hips pressed onto his, our bodies swaying sensually as we
were locked at lips.

I broke the kiss to lick his neck savoring the aroma of his body. My tongue
and lips were all over his body feeling the warm blood flowing below his
skin. He moaned which only drove me further into sexual madness. I grabbed
his manhood and was manipulating it with my fingers. Squeezing, stroking
and rubbing his head, he shivered in my embrace.

I turned him around, my crotch rubbed on his behind. Metal separating our
flesh from meeting. He bucked his behind onto me, finally peeling the
shield separating us. He turned around and held my manhood in his hands,
kissing me lustfully and I felt his bare behind cupped in my
hands. Squeezing it kneading his flesh pressing our bodies together hard. I
pressed him onto my body with one hand and manipulating his nipples with
the other while he fondled my phallus. He kissed and nibbled on my neck his
manhood pressed in between my thighs lifting my scrotum. I humped in his
hand as his manhood slid in and out between my thighs. He removed the
sheet-collar around my shoulder and rubbed his hands on my chest. I could
feel his wet lips on my pectorals making circles around my nipples with his
tongue. He moved further and further down licking kissing sucking on my
flesh. His hands were rubbing my sides up and down. When he finally reached
my crotch he briefly marveled at its sight, he planted kisses all around my
phallus matting the hair with saliva. Then he licked my scrotum and sucked
each of my testicles.

He was driving me crazy with his ministrations without touching the one
part I wanted him to service the most. I did not want to force him but my
patience and forbearance was running out. Gently but firmly I guided his
head toward my phallus. He did not resist, however he did not enclose my
manhood in his mouth. He kissed first on the head and then licked my
shaft. Taking the head in his mouth twirling his tongue around it he probed
the orifice. I held his head firmly on the sides and forced my shaft in his
mouth, his wet tongue slid over my phallus until my head hit his throat. I
slid back and forth back in his wet mouth. My love secretions were filling
his mouth I was at the edge of the orgasm.

Pulling out quickly and I knelt beside him kissing his mouth tasting myself
on him stroking his phallus hard and fast all the while kissing and
fondling his scrotum. I lay him down, his white body on the black marble
was a sight to behold and I snaked on top of him kissing every inch of his
body until I reached his beautiful pink lips. I parted his legs my phallus
nestled on top of his scrotum and his own erection was pressed between our
bodies. Sucking on his lips stabbing his sack, his hands roamed up and down
rubbing my body. I lifted his scrotum my head now rubbing on the skin
between his hole and sack.

He wrapped his legs around my waist. I guided my manhood to his hole and I
stabbed at it repeatedly drenching it with my secretion until the head slid
in. He cried out as I penetrated guiding my head to rub his insides
massaging it spreading it out, he moaned as I entered further. I covered
his mouth with mine, kissing as I slid further and further in until I was
buried to the hilt.

We began the dance of love making, his hips raising to meet mine, my
scrotum hitting on his body and my pubes tickling his skin each time our
hips met. Moans and grunts of pleasure filled the night echoing in the
ruins. Soon our gentle lovemaking turned sexual frenzy I bit his lips and
drank his sweet blood deeply and his seed shoot out between our bodies. His
insides clenched at my manhood and soon I shot my bloody seed in him. The
black smoke encircling us now enveloped our bodies my mind and soul were
bonding with Johan's even as we were connected physically. Osiris infused
and strengthened our bonds. It felt as if I was having multiple orgasms at
the same time. The feeling was absolutely blissful. I could sense from our
newly made bond that Johan was also feeling the same. We were bonded,
united by Gods own hand. We both uttered simultaneously "United in thine
grace Osiris, with blood and seed, thine essence of life have bound us in
love eternal. "


We lay in each other's arms as the smoke slowly was absorbed in our bodies
and souls. Johan spoke through our bond, "I am your Khenemetasar my
Asarhotep. I love you more than words or deeds can ever describe. I am
yours, yours alone until Osiris parts us". I shivered mentally at his last
words, "Mery, I want us to be together for all eternity. Now that we are
mated will you not accept my hearts blood and become as I? Then our love
will be immortal same as us."

"Asarhotep, you know as well as I that Osiris is the judge. He will decide
if I am to serve him in death or in life eternal."

I could not help being disappointed at his response even though the truth
of the matter was clearly evident. I just..., I just didn't want to lose
another of my love to Osiris. I was horrified at the blasphemous thoughts I
was thinking, but the thoughts lingered in my mind. Sensing my distress my
Khenemetasar snuggled up to me, caressing my face and sending mental
assurances. I carried Johan to the underground sanctorum as hands of Ra
were clearing the darkness in the heavens. Exhausted from the night's
lovemaking we drifted away into sleep quickly.




Octavius heard knocking on the door, Johan and Miu-Oa were resting after
yet another night's intense lovemaking. They were at it since they returned
from the city of the dead, growing hornier with every passing
night. Octavius was flabbergasted at the sight of the four elders and their
elite and the Patriarch was equally surprised to see Octavius.

The patriarch was the first to speak, "Octavius you traitorous vermin, what
are you doing here. I warned you, first of my children or not if ever you
came into my sight I would kill you." He prepared to lunge at him. The
Rabbi and Abbot restrained him. Octavius was quickly backing away and he
stumbled back onto the Ker Heb. Realizing who was behind him he quickly
went down on his knees, head bent down in submission.

"Octavius has my protection you would go through me to get to him. Is that
what you wish Elder?" the Ker Heb said.

The Elders and their elite went down on their knees, the Patriarch
stuttered "No, no my lord he has my pardon."

With Johan now by my side I said, "Rise, rise children of my
brothers". "Meet Khenemtasar, my beloved Johan." I held Johan in my arms
and kissed him to leave no doubt in the minds of these Elders. "I am
saddened by my brothers death, I am sure you are worthy successors to
them. However I do not understand why it took you all so long to present
yourselves to me."

The Rabbi responded, a little sacred, "My lord, Ker Heb we were busy
preparing a proper welcome for thine arrival. We bring gifts my lord and
hope you will find them most pleasing."

I guided the Elders to sit in the living room. Their elite brought in an
unmarked sarcophagus and stood behind their respective masters. Johan sat
beside me his bodyguards close behind. Octavius stood behind like the elite
behind their vampires. The vampire behind the Elder with locks of hair at
his ears looked wearily at Johan. Johan meeting his eyes said, "Malachi!
Malachi what are you doing here?"

Malachi looked at his master and the Rabbi nodded at him, "Johan I am a
vampire, an elite of the Rabbi I was assigned by my master to look after
your welfare."

I could sense many questions forming in Johan's mind. An uncomfortable
silence followed as Johan and I pondered the impact of what this Malachi
had just said. The Rabbi interrupted our reverie and said, "My lord the
sarcophagus here contains one who was very dear to you, we are very sorry
to inform you that the humans disturbed and desecrated Tutankhamen in his
death. The best we could do was to retrieve his mummy and avenge the
blasphemers."

My eyes grew wide, I forgot about all doubts and suspicions as I opened the
sarcophagus. "Tutankhamen, mery, my love Tutankhamen", I was horrified to
see the undone bandages and the broken skeleton of Tutankhamen. I cried out
"Tut, my dear Tut". Tut was disturbed in his after life, his joy in the
realm of Osiris was forever marred. I wondered even if now his soul
wandered the space between the living and the dead without peace. I was
depressed that I was powerless to help my dear Tut. Johan tried to reach me
mentally and I rudely batted away his presence. I felt him hurt and I
collected myself, admonishing myself for the emotional outburst and sent
out to Johan to let him know I was all right and was sorry. He only smiled
at me.

"I thank you Elders for bringing Tutankhamen to me, even if you were too
late to protect his tomb." I could see the Elders visibly relieved.

"You are most welcome my lord. My lord now that you have decided to end
thine hibernation we want to offer our help and assistance in any possible
way for your future plans." The Rabbi said at which the Ker Heb raised his
eyebrow and smiled.

"You are indeed a subtle diplomat Rabbi to so delicately hint at my plans
for my kingdom. I indeed have plans for my mine mate's future and me. Egypt
of course is my inheritance also I wish to unburden you by taking over the
rogue countries. Johan shall have his country of birth, he so very much
wishes to return to his home and I have given him my word to accompany him
wherever he wishes to be."

The Elders looked at each other in consternation and mind speaking. The
Rabbi was the first to speak, "Ker Heb Miu-Oa you are most welcome to have
the rogue worlds. You will need our help in consolidating and controlling
your kingdom. We each are prepared to provide you one of our most trusted
and skilled, if you will have them." He signaled the vampires behind
them. They stepped forward and knelt before me.

"Malachi Dalton of the brotherhood of Moshe at your service my lord. I
shall serve you as I served the Rabbi with the same loyalty and reverence."
Jing Mo of the Abbot, Huaorani Yanomami of the Shaman and Ares Bartholomew
of the Patriarch presented themselves similarly. I knew they were to act as
eyes for their masters, regardless I decided to take them into my service.

"Rise champions of the Elders. I shall have you in my service but consider
yourselves forewarned. I do not take lightly the word of mouth. I will hold
you unto your promises, my grace for loyalty and death for deception. They
bowed their heads in submission.

The Elders upon success of their mission made their farewells to Ker
Heb. They felt satisfied at the outcome of their meeting but they could not
help but feel a sense of foreboding.

With the conclusion of the meeting between the Elders and Ker Heb, yet
again the ancient game of power and politics began.