The Jade Harem 1-24

It was all a delicious haze as Hannah licked the thick green flesh that hung between the orc's legs. For over a day, he had been taking what he called his due, and Hannah had been the one to pay it. Her body tingled from the sex and the power of his passion that never seemed to end. He made her beg him to take her, asking her over and over what she really was.

“A whore for orcs!” she cried when her mouth wasn't full. He demanded she promise never to deny an orc his right to her body. She was forever a slave to their needs and would never deny an orc his right to breed her. She promised him a thousand times, and swore on her life that she would always be hungry for orc cock.

He had laughed while taking her every way he could imagine, then started again and did it all over. She tried to count how many times he fucked her, but she lost count somewhere after twenty.

They paused here and there so she could serve him in other ways. Sometimes she brought him food, or a drink, or simply massaged his back. She even washed his body in a warm bath, using her breasts to spread oil over his skin. Then she climbed into the bed and fell asleep in his arms after making love again. In the morning, it started over as she served her temporary master, and now it had come to an end. He sat on the edge of the bed while she sat on the floor between his legs, her face dripping with his milk. Her eyes were glazed with the drunkenness of sex as his long cock hung over her shoulder. She pressed it close, licking it as she longed to feel it inside again.

A strong hand stroked the back of her head, carefully tracing the base around her horns. Despite the long day of rough sex, he was gentle and kind in the morning.

“You are even more wonderful than he said you were,” the orc said as Hannah smiled. “I have to say, I didn’t believe him when he told us about you.”

Hannah wasn't sure how to react to the knowledge that her orc lover was running about, bragging about their sex. She smiled and thanked him before asking if he would do the same. With a laugh, he told her that he would let every orc he met know about her. Soon they would be flocking to her temple, eager to take what was theirs by right. Then he paused and asked if it was true that monster players were welcome in her kingdom. Hannah nodded and explained the system Frank had put in place. All monster players who registered received a minor title, just enough to make them nobility in the kingdom. This turned the entire kingdom into their lair, making it much harder to reset them.

He seemed to mull that concept over for a minute, then said that maybe the orcs would come here to live. Then they could form an orc city in the mountains and take Hannah as a captive, turning her into their sex slave.

Hannah didn't need any further encouragement, and she turned to look up at him with pleading eyes.

“Oh, yes!” she cried as she came to her knees before him. “Make me a slave to the orcs.”

He laughed as he cupped the back of her head and pulled her to his cock. She took him into her mouth and began to suck with obedient hunger while he nodded in approval.

“This is where a princess like you belongs,” he said. “On her knees sucking orc cock. I have to go, but I promise I will come back, and maybe I will bring enough of my kind to give you your dream.”

Hannah moaned as he promised to find some way to buy her and make her his slave. Then he pulled her up, and she lay on his chest as they made love once more. He was gone twenty minutes later, and she walked him to the temple steps to part with a kiss. Just like before, she found herself conflicted as she watched him go, waving one last time before he was gone.

An hour later, Hannah found herself sitting on the steps of the temple and looking into the gardens beyond. A soft breeze blew under a cloudy sky, carrying a hint of distant rain with it. She sighed at the idea of being a prisoner in an orc camp while a dozen orcs ravaged her body regularly. It was a welcome distraction from what had been on her mind the day before, but the haze was wearing off.

She couldn't help but think of Gwen and the situation with Frank. She wanted it to be resolved, and for a moment, she thought the easiest way was to get it over with. However, now she questioned her thoughts, particularly as she wondered why she had so eagerly made such promises to her orc. She knew it had been the power of the moment and the drunken haze it produced. She would have promised him anything under those conditions, maybe even to marry him.

Now she could think clearly, and she wondered just how far she might go under the spell of sex. She had all but invited Gwen to join her and put this issue to rest, but thankfully, it hadn't happened. Hannah realized that she needed some boundaries and that, in many ways, Gwen had become a mother figure to her. She was another anchor in a world of madness that Hannah could count on for support. Frank had been the center of her world for so long, but as she considered it, she realized there were others.

Both Gwen and Rajeen had come to play important roles in her life. Gwen acted as that motherly influence, guiding her in matters only a mother could nurture. Rajeen was more the queen of the harem, setting the tone for how it should be done. She guided the girls with a firm love and cared for them all like prized possessions. Hannah appreciated Rajeen's care for her, particularly how she viewed Hannah as a rare treasure.

“Hmm, but why is Frank so keen on me being a slut?” Hannah asked no one in particular. She began to wonder if maybe she should have asked that question sooner. She knew why it hadn't come up, because of how the fantasy of doing as he said ran wild in her flesh. She shook with excitement at the prospect of obeying, but in that compromised state, she couldn't make a rational decision. Now that her head was clear, she had time to think and recall that there had been other options.

Rajeen had once argued that Hannah and the others could get all the experience they needed by making love to each other. There was no need to bring in outside people to speed things up. In fact, Hannah had just spent a day in the arms of an orc and looked at her experience afterward. She gained more experience making love to Frank in half the amount of time. Part of it was Frank's level, but she drilled into the experience gain to see that she got a bonus for making love to her husband.

A quick search revealed that she received the same bonus for making love to anyone she was married to. It was called wedded bliss, and its small gain made making love to a family member more profitable than anyone else. If all they wanted was for Hannah to level, then making love to somebody she was married to was far more useful. The only thing that might make more experience was something called unholy decadence. It was a succubus's ability that was more powerful for a Lillim. According to the description, it added a full thirty percent more experience by having sex with beasts, monsters, and demons.

Hannah hadn't been brave enough to tell the masters about it for fear they might decide to test the ability. Thinking about its dark potential sent a strange thrill down Hannah's spine that attributed ot the Lillim class.

She pushed the thought away and focused on the point at hand. She could make experience much faster by having sex with her husband. Frank often cited that he couldn't always make love to her, but Hannah had two husbands and five wives. She had plenty of choices without using the temple.

But then Hannah knew the truth of the situation and played with the end of her tail as she considered it. It was Hannah who had said she wanted to be closer to Blackbast by serving in the temple as a whore. It was probably this desire that ended Rajeen’s debate about keeping her body as a special reward. Once again, Hannah was the architect of her own demise, and she wondered if it was all a mistake.

She sat alone with her tail slowly curling when a woman came out of the doors. She looked upon her mother in her true appearance and dressed like a queen was supposed to dress.

“Hannah, we need to talk,” Gwen said as Hannah felt a sudden swell of joy. She ran up the steps and threw her arms around Gwen as the tears began to fall.

“Hannah?” Gwen said in surprise. “Daughter, please tell me what is wrong.”

“We should never have kissed,” Hannah cried, her face running wet. She fell apart and explained how she felt about the relationship. She meandered as emotions she didn’t even know she felt spilled out in a torrent of regret. She tried to make Gwen understand how the tension of these moments made her feel and how it was impossible for her to think.

“Hannah, I feel exactly the same way,” Gwen said as she finally got Hannah to sit on the steps beside her. “I was just thinking about this.”

“You were?” Hannah said as she wiped her eyes.

“Yes, I even went to Rajeen for advice,” Gwen admitted as she put an arm around Hannah. “She and I discussed this very thing, how we women get weak when our fantasies are triggered.”

Hannah looked up as Gwen explained that she was just as weak. The collars made the sex too good, and the tingling tension that submitting brought on was irresistible. She likened it to a drug, where she was always looking for the next boundary to push or line to cross. She hungered to feel that addictive surge of sexual power that doing such brought on.

“It is like a drug,” Hannah agreed as she saw it in a new light. “And I am doing the same thing. I am looking forward to Roric training me so I can feel that as he pushes me to new heights.” She looked to Gwen for support, and her mother explained that she would willingly undergo the same training. That tension inside when she was about to do something she never dreamed of doing was all she craved.

“Which is why the thought of us being intimate was so tempting,” Gwen said. “But I see now it was wrong, and I am glad we didn’t go any further.”

“I am so relieved,” Hannah sighed as she felt a huge weight lift from her soul.

“For a moment there, I thought you were inviting me in,” Gwen added. “That second kiss was full of passion.”

“I was inviting you in,” Hannah admitted, feeling ashamed. “I didn't want this to stand between us anymore. I figured we just get it over with and move on.”

“And when did your mind change?” Gwen asked.

Hannah wasn't sure. She supposed it had played on her mind off and on while she was with her orc lover. She began to worry that Gwen might actually show up and there would be no backing out. Her mind began to clear after he left, and it only solidified her concern. The kiss had been wrong, and what Hannah needed was a mother, not another lover.

“And now I wonder if I can trust myself,” Hannah said as she looked away. “What if what I am doing with other men is wrong?”

“Do you honestly feel it is wrong?” Gwen asked.

Hannah went to say no, but then admitted that even now she felt tingly about it. She craved it and didn't want it to stop. However, she loved Frank and would give it all up if she thought for a second it was upsetting him. Still, she raised the point of not being able to trust herself. With the influence of the collar and her class at play, how can she be sure what she feels is true?

“I know this is what Frank want’s but what was I thinking agreeing to all this?” Hannah asked.

“That tension was doing the thinking for you,” Gwen said. “And to be honest, having so many people around you encouraging this hasn't helped. I am even to blame for my behavior. How are you supposed to make a rational decision when even your mother is behaving like a whore?”

“I never thought of you as a whore,” Hannah insisted, but Gwen wouldn't accept it. She pointed out that they were all whores and worried that what they were doing was destructive. Hannah asked her what she meant, and Gwen suggested that they might be on a dark path. They might one day wake up and regret it all, but have no way to take it back. She worried most about Frank, who was far too inexperience with women to be playing such a game.

“What do you mean?” Hannah asked.

“Let me say it another way,” Gwen began. “Frank has you, your wives, and the entire harem to fulfill his fantasies with. So why does he need some of his girls to play outside the harem?”

Hannah thought maybe it was because of the Lovewood and how Roric’s girls enjoyed roaming the forest looking for partners. Maybe Frank felt it wouldn’t be fair to deny Hannah and the girls the same experience.

“You are making excuses for him,” Gwen said as she pondered the thought. “To be honest, he has seemed kind of off to me. Like something else has been occupying his mind.”

“Well, he did have a little bit of a breakdown,” Hannah said as she recalled how he had broken down over the situation with Lord Dugal. For the first time, she heard Frank suggest that their struggle was hopeless and that no matter how hard they tried, their foes would crush them.

“I heard about that,” Gwen agreed as she recalled the incident. “He even told me a little about how he felt in that moment. He worries that he is going to fail us again.”

“What do you mean again?” Hannah asked.

“All this missing memory nonsense,” Gwen replied. “Frank believes that he has tried and failed to help you several times.”

“One time, maybe,” Hannah said, then explained how the woman in her crown had set them straight. Hannah had only one previous life, and all the others were implanted memories to make her think she had failed over and over.

“But she also told you that you went insane when you learned too much,” Gwen argued. “How can that be true then?”

“It isn’t,” Hannah admitted. “None of it is. What is true is that I asked her and Umtha to lie to me and make me believe it was true. I am the one who created my prison and set these things in motion.”

“But why would you do that?” Gwen asked.

“If I could answer that question, I would know exactly what to do,” Hannah said as she shrugged. “But that seems to be the story of my life. I never know what to do, so I let Frank make all my decisions for me.” She held up her hands to look at the red skin and sharp nails of her devil form. “Even my appearance is for him. Everything I am is to fulfill Frank’s fantasies.”

“Hannah, I want to say something, but I want to be sure I do it in the best possible way,” Gwen began before taking a deep breath. “I don't think Frank would ever do anything to harm you intentionally. I don't think his desire for you to look like this and be what you are is coming from any place of malice. I think he’s a wounded man who spent many long years wishing for an ounce of attention from women. He hungered for love and affection, but only found abuse everywhere he turned, and you know how cruel we girls can be.”

Hannah nodded, and Gwen continued as she took a somber tone.

“Frank was so deeply scarred that even when he came here, he made himself ugly to drive women off. He was too afraid to try again and chose to be alone forever, despite crying out for somebody to love him. Then you came along, and somehow you broke through and took the hand of the boy inside. His whole world has changed because of you, but he is so inexperienced. Now that he finally has a woman, he is racing through his fantasies, reaching for every possible dream. The more women he has, the further he reaches, getting drunk on the thrill of it.”

“Are you saying he’s not in his right mind?” Hannah asked.

“I am saying he has no idea what he wants, nor any experience to reflect on. You are all he knows, and to him, this is just a game,” Gwen explained. “Sooner or later, he is going to saturate his fantasies and wake up to the reality of the situation. I worry he won't like what he's done when he does.”

“Oh god,” Hannah groaned and hid her face. “Why did I ever agree to this?”

“The tingles,” Gwen reminded.

“Ugh! Why do we women feel that?” Hannah cried. “It’s like a damn treat being waved in front of a starving dog. I jump up and beg for it.”

“Again, you are surrounded by people who encourage it,” Gwen explained. “And let’s not overlook your class and the collar. Both of those are working to make you more pliable.”

“Jaina says neither will make me do anything I don’t want to do,” Hannah replied.

“Blackbast has told me the same, but we are women,” Gwen said. “I am sure you have heard this before, but we women love sexual fantasies. I know I do, and obviously so do Jaina, Breanne, Quinny, Umtha, Gisley, Evalynn, and the whole damn harem, for that matter. We dare to dream of these wild experiences because we say it's just a dream, it will never happen.”

“Then we come here where it can and does happen,” Hannah said.

“Yes, it does,” Gwen agreed. “But never forget a woman needs intimacy. We are wired for it to ensure we make babies.”

“Are you about to give me the talk?” Hannah mused.

“I think we both know that you don’t need any help there,” Gwen countered.

“So now I have to live with the shame,” Hannah sighed.

“No, you most certainly do not,” Gwen said firmly. “You were told to do this, then encouraged endlessly, all while under the influence of two magical sources feeding your fantasies. None of this is your fault. Besides, I am only telling you what I am worried about based on what I know of Frank. For all I know, he won’t grow tired of this and loves your role as his slave girl.”

“Hmm,” Hannah said as she pondered the concept some more. “So, how can I be sure?”

“You need to watch him for signs that he is changing his mind,” Gwen said. “And remind him often that you will give this up the second he says he wants to stop. Whatever you do, never allow him to believe for an instant that you are doing it for any other reason than him. Men love reassurance.”

Hannah smiled as she realized she was already doing that. Several times now, she had told Frank that she would do as he said, but the moment he changed his mind, it ended. She felt better to know that groundwork had already been laid and that she would now have her mother to support her.

She leaned into Gwen and was rewarded with a motherly hug and a promise to always be there to talk to. She felt much better and admitted that she was glad because she honestly didn't want the sex to end. Gwen admitted that she was looking forward to her next encounter as well and told Hannah about her encounter with Zillix.

Hannah was shocked to hear how her mother had crawled for him and been turned into his pet. She laughed at how Gwen was now sleeping with both her husbands, then took her mother by the shoulders.

“Please, don’t stop,” Hannah said in a firm tone.

“I think it would be for the best,” Gwen replied.

“Please,” Hannah begged with all the sincerity she could muster. She wanted Gwen to understand that she didn't care and was glad for her. So long as they both agreed they would remain mother and daughter, there was nothing more to worry about. Gwen eventually relented, but she took her own advice and assured Hannah that the moment this became a problem, she would stop.

Hannah accepted that and then returned to the hug, now sharing stories about the orc they had both made love to. Hannah told Gwen all about the silly promises she had made and how the orc said he was going to buy her.

Gwen pointed out that there were supposedly a large number of orcs in the east. Several small orc kingdoms had formed in the past, but they never lasted long. However, you never knew when one would rise again, and there were plenty of orcs in the world. If Hannah wasn't careful, she was going to find herself tied to a pole while five hundred orc warriors lined up.

“There are that many?” Hannah gasped as her eyes went wide.

“From what I understand, it is the most popular monster player race,” Gwen replied. “Orcs are fairly common.”

“Oh, I hope he doesn't hold me to those promises!” Hannah groaned as she hid her face in her hands. “I must have assured him a hundred times.”

“Well, if he does come back with friends, I will help you take care of them,” Gwen said with an encouraging rub of Hannah’s shoulder.

“Oh, thanks,” Hannah laughed at the thought of her and Gwen satisfying an army of green orcs. She smiled at the fantasy of all that sex and how her body would tremble from every thrust. She smacked her forehead while Gwen teased her for imaging it.

“Oh, God, I can't help but fantasize about it. We women are bad at this,” Hannah groaned.

“Yes, we certainly are,” Gwen agreed with another hug.

“Well, I feel better,” Hannah said as she got up and held a hand out to her mother. “Let's go find the others and tell them we resolved this.”

Gwen took her hand, and they turned to see Blackbast and Roric coming out of the temple. Jaina and Chandice followed behind, the two smiling and giggling as the masters approached.

“Oh, good. We were just going to look for you,” Gwen said, but Blackbast held up a hand for silence.

“Hannah, it is time,” Blackbast said.

“Time for what?” Hannah asked as Blackbast produced a leash and stepped forward. She attached it to Hannah's collar, then commanded her to kneel.

“It is time for your training to begin,” Blackbast said as she tightened her grip. “The masters have gathered in the harem to witness you being sold.”