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 Priestess Fiona knelt on the bed and thrust her fingers deep into the two girls’ privates.

Her lovers lay on their backs convulsing and moaning as they clutched at the bedsheets. Their long silky hair was splayed out over the bed as their voices echoed off the walls.

The priestess gazed at their lean, supple bodies, their tender breasts. Only the smallest tufts of hair sprouted above their vaginas. Warms fluids seeped over her fingers while they writhed helplessly.

They panted and shouted the priestess’ name over and over.

The girl on her left was Mirelle, a young woman with a porcelain complexion and wavy red hair. She thrust her large breasts up at the canopy, her pink nipples engorged as she cried out in ecstasy.

On her right was Diane, a pretty brunette with small tits and fair skin. Her eyes were clamped shut with the bedsheets balled up in her fist while she mewed.

Both of them were about nineteen summers old.

With a final shout and spasm their fluids sprang like a fountain from between their legs. Both girls shuddered as a smile stretched across their lips. They turned and kissed one another passionately, their tongues thrusting into each other’s mouths.

Fiona reached forward and let them lick their fluids from her fingers.

Then they sat up and took turns kissing her lips, cheeks, and neck.

The priestess purred and brushed her long brown hair over her shoulders.

Instantly, the two girls buried their faces in her large pale bosoms, their mouths latching onto her hard nipples.

She bit her lip with closed eyes as an electric tingling sensation washed over her. In seconds, her breasts were coated in warm saliva. Fiona smiled.

Without warning Mirelle pushed her to her back and the young girls kissed their way down her naked body.

The priestess spread her legs and two tongues lathered her privates. She inhaled sharply, her chest heaving as fluids seeped out onto the bed. She grasped the blanket underneath her until she felt each girl’s fingers brush against her knuckles. Their hands interlocked and the priestess moaned loudly. Waves of pleasure rolled over her body like sunshine. She panted and purred, eyes clamped shut, arrested by the wet, silky tongues gliding over her pussy. A breeze blew through the room and cooled her sweaty bosoms. Unbidden, a shout of ecstasy burst from her throat. She felt their breath against her skin as they giggled. Fiona barely had enough air to share in their laughter. All she could do was lay there writhing and thrusting her hips while she clutched their hands. Her climax exploded like a thunderclap. She arched her back and cried out at the top of her lungs. Tremors rolled through her body as Mirelle and Diane licked her fluids and kissed the inside of her thighs.

But as she came down, a vision seized her.

She saw a galleon sailing toward their aisle as the sun sank below the horizon. Standing on the deck was a man and a woman in black robes with golden trim. Hoods rippled around their faces, and a thick leather tome was under the man’s arm. Both figures stood on the deck and stared at their lush island home with a frown.

“Priestess, is something wrong?” Diane asked.

Fiona blinked and found herself in the bed again.

The two girls knelt on either side of her, their eyes full of concern. They had kissed and caressed her for several moments and she had not responded.

The priestess smiled and said, “Of course not.”

She sat up and kissed both girls on the lips.

They made love for another hour or so, until both girls collapsed on her bed and fell into a deep slumber.

Fiona lay there, her limbs entangled with theirs, as she stared at the canopy. What had her vision meant? When was this bound to happen? A cold weight sank in her stomach as she replayed the vision again and again in her mind. 

She waited until Diane and Mirelle woke up. They watched the sun descending over the waters as a cool breeze swirled through the room.

“May we bathe with you, Priestess?” Mirelle asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“I would love to darling. But I’m afraid I have an important matter to attend to.”

“All right. Thank you for sharing your bed with us,” Diane replied.

“You’re most welcome.”

They all rose from the bed and kissed goodbye.

Then both girls left.

Fiona filled a basin with cool water and rinsed her body. Once she had dried herself, she wrapped a white sarong around her generous hips and ventured into the temple grounds. She walked through a maze of corridors with muffled shouts of pleasure floating into her ears. A few minutes later, she emerged in a verdant garden where disciples danced to the sound of flutes and harps.

They capered among the trees dressed in little more than sarongs or loin cloths. Their nude bodies glowing with the dying rays of the sun as they leaped and whirled about.

She weaved around them and crossed an empty courtyard. After climbing several flights of stairs, she arrived at the door of the high priestess’ private chambers. Fiona rapped on the door gently.

A few seconds later, a naked man servant answered. His lean muscles glistened with sweat and his penis was half-erect. He smiled at her.

“I’m here to speak with the high priestess,” said Fiona.

“This way, please.”

She followed the young man into a room covered with ornate rugs, wide cushions, and low tables. Tapestries adorned the walls and small potted plants wavered in the breeze. They went through a short hallway and entered the bedroom of the high priestess.

Orange sunlight spilled from the balcony. A soft bed with intricate bedposts was set against the far wall next to a bookshelf filled with books and scrolls. Various crystals sparkled in niches around the room and a wide desk with a globe sat in the far corner. A mural of the goddess Tantra surrounded by nude figures stretched along all four walls. Before the bed was a brazier with kindling at the bottom.

The high priestess herself paced before the open balcony, a large tome in her arms. She was naked except for a pink shawl fluttering around her shoulders. Her dark red hair was twined into braids and pulled away from her face. Her ivory skin was tinged with gold.

Fiona’s eyes lingered on the curve of her backside.

High Priestess Carice looked up with bluish gray eyes.

“Priestess Fiona has come to speak with you,” said the servant with a bow.

“Thank you, James.”

The servant left and closed the door.

Carice closed the book and the women kissed each other on both cheeks.

“What brings you to my chamber, sister?”

Fiona paused for a moment before answering. “I am troubled, high priestess.”

“About what?”

“I received a vision while making love to my companions. I’m not really sure what to make of it, but I can’t ignore this dreadful feeling that something bad is about to happen.”

“Oh dear,” the high priestess replied. She placed the book on the table and lit a fire in the brazier. “Let me see exactly what you saw.”

Carice stood behind Fiona and caressed her shoulders. She brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck.

The priestess closed her eyes and purred.

A hand squeezed her breast while another slipped underneath her sarong.

Fiona trembled at Carice’s touch. She turned her head and their mouths locked together while intense sensation radiated from between her legs. Fervently, she pressed the other woman’s hand deeper against her privates and within seconds she spasmed in her embrace.

The high priestess approached the brazier and let a drop of her cum fall into the flames. With her hands spread wide, she uttered an incantation and the fire turned from red to purple.

Fiona watched intently as the tongues of flame roared.

Smoke rose in a dense cloud and hovered above Carice’s head.

Her vision played out in the billowing fumes. When it concluded, the smoke dissipated.

The high priestess tapped a finger to her lips. “Hmmm…the ship was approached with the sunset at the stern. Which means it was coming from the west.”

Carice went to her desk and spun the globe until she found their isle in a vast ocean. “The ship was coming from the nation of Edrary.”