The Jade Harem 1-23

Gwen stood outside the door as she considered what she was doing. She was in Blackbast's marble temple, standing in the glittering hall. All around her was artwork in silk, gold, and marble depicting beautiful women in suggestive poses. It was a place of beauty and love where weary travelers could find respite from the road. Inside the private room, Hannah was entertaining one of those travelers, and orc that Gwen had already enjoyed. She mused how it seemed she and Hannah kept sharing men, and that she really needed to put a stop to it.

The temple's magic made it impossible to hear what was going on inside the room, but it wouldn't take much imagination to figure it out. She had hoped the orc would be done with Hannah by now, but it appeared he was hungrier than she thought.

“Well, I can't very well go in there,” Gwen mused as she paced the hall nervously. “What if he demanded I do the very thing I came here to prevent?” She paused at a mirror to gaze at her reflection as the slave girl Anasara. She mused how afraid she had been to come in her true appearance, even just to visit her daughter. Instead, she had put on the collar and assumed the guise of this other person and now wondered which of them was real.

She shook that odd thought away and reminded herself that Gwen had been crafted to be who she was. This other woman was just a guise she wore when she wanted a little fun. Still, she had long ago abandoned wearing this form when she was with Frank. With him, she was Gwen, and that's how she wanted it.

“Stop thinking about that, you foolish women,” she muttered to herself. “You should never have started this.” She couldn't help but feel sad about the conversation she would need to have with him. If what Quinny had said was accurate, he was already upset at the mere notion she might stop coming to his bed. She felt a pang of loss and shut her eyes to try and see the way forward. What she needed was a man whom she could focus on. Somebody to grow with and ultimately surrender to. She felt tingly inside at the idea of surrendering to a man and becoming his. It was her confirmation that she was finally on the right path, and she prayed Rajeen could find such a person.

“Maybe that druid, Drellis?” Gwen asked herself as she pondered the idea.

“What about him?” came a small voice that startled Gwen from her musings. She turned about to see a tiny dragon no bigger than a house can. He had black eyes on a tiny, angular head held aloft by a long, almost ropelike neck. His scales shimmered softly, slowly changing colors as if he couldn't make up his mind. She couldn't read that tiny face, but the way he tilted his head suggested he was puzzled.

“Oh, I didn't hear you approach,” Gwen said as she felt silly before the smallest of the harem masters. Zillix was a pseudo-dragon from the same world that Umtha had come from. He earned his title and place in the harem by risking his life to help Hannah. Now they all owed him a great debt and held the tiny creature in high regard.

“I am small to your eyes and people overlook me,” he replied and flared his wings to fly up and hover before her face. “And I don’t make a lot of noise.”

“No, I suppose you don’t,” Gwen agreed as the little dragon peered into her eyes. He seemed to be studying her, or perhaps searching for an answer to an unasked question. He finally reached out with a tiny hand and touched her cheek before saying she had been crying.

“What?” Gwen remarked and turned back to the mirror on the other side of the hall. She had been crying, but that was an hour ago, when she spoke to Rajeen. How had this little creature detected her distress? She turned her head ever so slightly to see soft little stains down one cheek that only showed in the reflected light.

“Oh, bother,” she grumbled and vigorously wiped them off. “I hoped nobody would notice.”

“Why would you want to hide that?” he pressed as he flew up to the mirror so they could wage their discussion with their reflections.

Gwen sighed and explained that she was the Queen and needed to be strong in all situations. Just saying those words struck a cord in her heart, and for a moment, she weakened. She felt all the tension rushing in again, and she had to look away before new tears replaced the old ones.

“You are upset about your relationship with Hannah,” he said as she hid her face.

“So you know about that, too?” Gwen asked as she fought to regain her composure.

“I was sitting on the coach as they fought about it,” Zillix said. “I am not sure who won, but Frank was upset.”

Gwen flinched at the reminder that Frank was going to be hurt in all this. How she wished she had politely rebuffed his advances that night and never opened this door. Now there was no way to avoid the unpleasant outcome, and she had to be strong in the face of it.

“Well, you should know I have decided to honor my family,” Gwen stated. “I love them as my daughters and I want it to stay that way.”

“Breanne said you would do that,” Zillix replied as she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. “She said that deep down you are a mother and that’s how your love flows.”

Gwen was touched by the kind words Breanne had used to describe her. She briefly wondered how Breanne viewed herself in light of how she and her daughter behaved, but that wasn't important. She turned her head to smile at Zillix and thank him for telling her. He did a fluttering bow and then asked her to accompany him down the hall.

She saw no reason to turn him down and walked beside him as he fluttered along, occasionally flashing with magical color. He asked her why these decisions had been so hard, and Gwen went into a lengthy explanation. She told him everything, especially how she lost her child and came to New Eden seeking a fresh start. Then how she built her kingdom and, in a moment of weakness, trusted a man she shouldn't. She almost teared up as she described the years of isolation as her so-called allies abandoned her to rot. Then Heather came along and simply offered to help. Gwen had no faith in her ragtag group, but a week later, Heather returned with the stone. She pressed it into Gwen's palm with no demands or conditions. For that, Gwen made her a daughter and a princess, naming her Hannah after her child.

Halfway through her story, Gwen realized how relaxed she felt with the tiny dragon. She wasn't sure if it was his size or the way he moved, but he captivated her. He bobbed along, listening intently, and occasionally asking a thoughtful question to clarify a point. He seemed to genuinely care, and she found it impossible not to pour her heart out to him.

She reached the part of the story where she began to truly feel her loneliness. It was part of why she pushed Hannah and Frank to marry, to help bring some life back into her castle. She also felt they were meant for each other, and the spark between them was obvious. Still, those moments were fleeting, and Gwen wanted more. She found the answer in Blackbast's temple, where even a Queen could have discreet encounters.

This worked wonders for a time, but it came as quite a shock when she discovered Hannah working there as well. This was the beginning of the problem and was later magnified when Frank seduced her. Jaina, who had no moral compass, thought it was inevitable that Gwen and Hannah would become lovers. The very idea hung in the air, making them uncomfortable. The whole thing came to a head when Gwen and Hannah kissed. It was a moment of weakness, Gwen now regretted, and she was determined to make it right. She had come to the temple to do just that, but Hannah was still busy.

“I see why they were fighting now,” Zillix said. “I was there when you and Blackbast were talking about it, but I didn't understand it. My culture is very different from yours, and I find some of your ways are complicated.”

“That’s a good way of putting it,” Gwen replied as he guided her around a corner that would take them to a back door.

“But I also heard Blackbast tell Frank about how special a mother-daughter relationship was. She said that many mothers and daughters grow distant as time passes. She said that few had had a relationship as beautiful as you and Hannah did,” he added before fluttering up to bring them to a halt. “If that is the case, then I think you are doing the right thing.”

“Thank you,” Gwen replied, feeling grateful to know that others agreed with her course of action. She explained that Hannah had been a double blessing in her life. Not only did she rescue Gwen from her predicament, but she was nearly the perfect image of how she imagined her daughter might look.

“She is even the right age,” Gwen said as she hugged herself for support. “I am very angry at myself for letting things get so out of control.”

“I heard Frank say this was his fault,” Zillix replied as he landed on the floor to look up. “He said he shouldn’t have pushed you to his bed.”

“Frank said that?” Gwen gasped as she felt some relief to know he was aware of his role.

“He said he never intended for this issue to come up,” Zillix added. “He just thought you were beautiful and wanted to be closer to you.”

“I doubt we could have gotten much closer,” Gwen remarked.

“I think Frank wants to talk to you,” Zillix said. “He said he would fix it.”

Gwen felt a mix of relief and sorrow to know Frank was going to break things off. On the one hand, it solved the problems for good, but on the other hand, he was a particularly good lover. She found solace in his arms as they lay in bed, discussing the kingdom and their goals.

“I suppose it’s for the best,” Gwen sighed as she looked away. “It has to end.”

“So what will you do then?” Zillix asked as he blinked.

Gwen explained that she would focus on her kingdom and family. He said that he admired her land and how she managed it, particularly how full of life it was. She thanked him again and shared some silly stories about her childhood and her dreams of unicorns.

She felt silly talking to him as he sat on the floor, so she sat beside him and picked him up. She settled him in her lap and began to stroke his back as he curled up. She felt an odd sense of calm with this tiny dragon in her lap. She felt like she could tell him anything and he would understand.

She decided to tell him about her conversation with Rajeen and shared her secret desire. He asked why she would want such a thing, and Gwen paused to consider it. She supposed it was because she envied Hannah's life and how Frank took so much of the burden away. She admitted it was a selfish dream, but one that held a deep power. He asked what that was, and she reminded him of the rogue who had stolen her kingdom heart. That experience had burned her, making her unable to trust easily. As a result, she found what she needed to do very difficult.

She told him that to truly surrender herself to another man would be an act of supreme trust. That man would have to be special with the kind of loving conviction few men understood. I wasn't enough to be caring; he needed to understand what the gift of her submission meant.

“You have a skill for explaining things,” Zillix said as he looked at her curiously. “But I can tell you are upset.”

“I am upset,” Gwen replied. “We women are often told we need to be strong, but sometimes we secretly wish there was somebody to carry us, especially in times of trouble. Sometimes even the strongest, most independent of women wants a man to take the burden away.”

“I have an idea,” he said and sprang into the air. “Let’s go outside.”

“That door leads to the little cliffside trail,” Gwen said as she wondered what interest that could be. Zillix wasn't deterred and asked her to open the door before dashing through.

She followed as he led the way to the door and threw it open to reveal a cliffside trail. Gwen was about to say something when Zillix flashed with color, lights glinting off his scales like a disco ball. Then the landscaped changed, becoming a shallow stream in a man-made brick bed. Tropical plants lined the sides in ornate planters, and palm-like trees shaded the whole thing from above.

“What just happened?” Gwen gasped as she looked on.

“I changed it for you,” he said before shimmering again. His form morphing to become a towering dragon man with scales and a tail. His body was shaped like that of a human, but his head was distinctly reptilian. Now he had eye slits, and they narrowed on the Queen, who gasped in his presence.

“Zillix?” she asked, unable to believe what she was seeing.

“It's all an illusion,” Zillix said as he held out a hand. “The cliff is still there, but if we walk in the stream, we won't bump into it.”

“How could all this be an illusion?” Gwen asked as she took his hand to feel the strength in it. “I can touch you!”

“I can make illusions solid for a little bit”, he admitted and led her to the water's edge. Thankfully, Gwen was barefoot as she stepped into the warm water that was barely deeper than her ankles. Zillix hooked her arm and led the way, guiding her safely down the magical illusion so she wouldn't collide with something she couldn't see.

Gwen was lost for words as she felt the soothing relief of warm water on her feet. She could feel the wetness, the warmth, the stone beneath her feet, yet none of it was real. How in the world could this tiny creature wield this kind of power? How could he fool even her?

“Does this make you feel better?” he asked as they slowly wandered down the path.

“It does, thank you,” Gwen replied with a playful smile. “I must admit I have underestimated your power. I knew you could make illusions, and Hannah has told me that you can touch them, but I had no idea what scale you could manage.”

“I used them to hide the truth stone,” he reminded.

Gwen laughed and pointed out that changing an object's color was hardly a good comparison for creating an entire garden path, complete with a stream she could walk in.

“You may as well say that a drop of water is comparable to a thunderstorm,” Gwen said.

“It isn’t as big as you think,” Zillix cited and drew her attention to their surroundings. “I picked this spot because the path was narrow and I didn’t have to hide much. The illusion only exists for a little bit ahead, and I am releasing it behind us.”

Gwen looked back to see that the stream indeed ended no more than thirty feet behind them, and the side path was once again visible. She asked him how long he could hold such a thing, and he admitted that a moving illusion was hard to maintain, usually lasting only a few minutes. However, he had been growing stronger and had recently learned about his character sheet and points. He had spent points to slow the power drain of an ability called Phantom Landscape and believed he could hold it for more than an hour now.

“Still, this is very impressive,” Gwen commented as she leaned into his arm. “And this body is very powerful,” she added, not sure how to describe the handsome dragon form beside her.

“I made it for Idris because my natural form is too small compared to hers,” he explained. “And I wanted to carry her when she was upset and needed to be held, just like you need now.” Gwen couldn't speak as he turned and swept her up into his arms, easily holding her tight. He then walked on, changing the illusion yet again to a twilight tunnel with long chains of hanging flowers that glowed with soft light.

“This is beautiful,” Gwen said as she leaned into his chest.

“This is called a nocturne forest in my homeland,” Zillix explained.

“You mean a place like this actually exists?” Gwen gasped as he nodded. He explained that his kind liked to live in what they called rain treed. The trees were so tall and massive that the upper branches scraped the clouds. This caused condensation and a near-constant rain of water among the branches. However, below the trees was often a landscape locked in perpetual twilight where such flowers grew.

Gwen told him that his world sounded amazing and wished he could go home. He said that he had wished for that for a long time, but now he questioned it. He had found a home here, made friends, and even taken a mate to keep his nest warm.

“Hannah,” Gwen said sadly. “Everybody wants Hannah.”

“I don’t think the issue is that everybody wants her,” Zillix replied.

“Doesn’t everything circle around my daughter?” Gwen asked.

“I think that's because Hannah is genuinely a good person, and Frank pushes her to be the best version of herself she can be,” Zillix said.

“He pushes her to embrace being a slut,” Gwen replied. “Rampant sex and all.”

“I heard the masters talking about that,”” Zillix said. “They all believe that Hannah's alter ego, this Hathlisora, wanted her to walk this path. He believes that he is helping her by pushing her to do so. He wants her to find her place as a, whatever her class is.”

“A Lillim,” Gwen clarified as she considered his point. “And I suppose you’re right. Frank is the one who is enabling this and pushing Hannah to embrace her path.”

“I don’t understand this thing you call a game mechanic,” Zillix said. “You can be a race and a class, but sometimes your race is your class, and it levels up?”

“You don’t have games on your world?” Gwen asked.

“Not like this,” he replied as they reached a small pool where a bench sat above the water. He sat down, allowing her to sit in his lap and splash at the water with her toes. She found it odd how safe she felt in his presence and how special this moment was. “We play games, of course, but Quinny tried to explain your games to me. She said you play them on something called a comp-uter and people from around the world play with you by using an inner net.”

“Ah, this has to be confusing to somebody from another world,” Gwen said as he pulled her to his chest. She felt that powerful arm around her waist and closed her eyes, smiling for the first time that day. It was amusing to see him struggling to understand what Quinny had told him or even imagine how it worked.

“I suppose I don’t need to understand how you play your games,” he said after a moment. “All I need to know is how to play this game. Hannah is trying to figure it out so she can be the best player of her type. I want to be the same. I want to figure it out so I can be the best pseudo dragon there is.”

“You seem to be doing a fine job of it,” Gwen cited as she splashed the water with a toe.

“So what is your path?” Zillix asked as he held her close.

“My class or my goal for my character?” Gwen asked. He clarified and said he was asking the question from earlier again. He wanted to know what she was going to do now. She thought about it a bit and said that all she wanted now was to surrender to somebody who would honor that sacrifice.

“So all you want is a master?” he asked.

“One that understands,” Gwen clarified. “And can control me.” She smiled at that final statement and added that she wanted a man who could test her resolve to obey. She wanted to surrender to him just like Hannah had done to Frank. He would decide her sexual future, from how she dressed to who she had sex with.

Zillix looked at her thoughtfully, then asked the logic question. Why hadn't she surrendered to Frank in this fashion? Gwen agreed that it seemed logical, but she knew in her heart that it wasn't meant to be him. Besides, she was already too large an intrusion into their lives. No, she needed somebody else, but even Roric wouldn't be right.

Gwen thought that answer would be sufficient, but Zillix pressed her on it. He wanted to know if she honestly liked being a slave girl. He cited how Idris had some mixed emotions in the beginning and was still fairly independent. However, she loved the collar and never wanted to be without it or a master to command her. Gwen said she loved being a slave girl because of the loss of power, but she wanted more. Zillix then asked if she was willing to do the same kind of things Hannah did, or go through training like they planned for her.

Just being asked sent her heart racing and clouded her thoughts. Here she was, sitting in the lap of a muscular dragon man, being asked if she wanted to be trained. She imagined some master training her to be the perfect sex slave, and her body responded with hunger. She admitted that she found the idea very exciting and wished for it to happen.

“So you are a harem slave then?” he asked again.

“Yes, I already told you that,” Gwen replied.

“And if Frank or Roric told you that they were going to train you, you would obey?” he pressed.

“Yes,” Gwen said in barely able to contain her tension. “I would obey anything a master of the harem told me.” She felt conflicted at the idea, but she assured him that if the masters chose to train her like Hannah, she would do it.

“Then prove it,” Zillix said as he stood up and set her on her feet. The illusion around her blurred, and she found herself standing just beside the temple at the edge of the gardens. Zillix's form instantly vanished and returned to that of the tiny dragon, fluttering before her in a colorful bounce.

“What are you doing?” Gwen asked.

“You said you would obey a master of the harem,” he replied. “Well, I am a master, and I am going to train you.” Suddenly, there was a weight on her wrists, and she looked down to see leather cuffs. Her silks vanished and were replaced by a black body suit made up of leather straps and metal rings. Her breasts spilled out as he wrapped her in an illusion of bondage gear that hugged her supple form tightly.

“You are going to train me?” she gasped as he fluttered up to her face.

“Yes, now get on your hands and knees,” he commanded.

Gwen went to reply when a black bit formed in her mouth. A harness wrapped around her head, and a blindfold covered her eyes. She felt a storm of emotions explode inside as she was bound and commanded to obey by a harem master. An excitement like she had never known lit up her body, and she found herself trembling as she got down. Then something cold and heavy formed around her waist and between her legs as she was securely belted in chastity. Metal cuffs formed over her breasts and belted around her back so firmly she felt compressed.

The tension of being dominated by such a tiny creature sent shivers down her spine. As if this were not enough, she felt clawed feet on her back as he took his place like a rider. Gwen breathed hard through her bit as her entire world became one of sensation. Her body was locked away, and she was crawling on all fours while he rode her like a horse.

“Now, we are going to play a game,” he said from his perch on her back. “I am going to ride you and guide your steps.” She felt a tug at her mouth as he pulled on a rein attached to her bit. “You are going to learn to trust me and obey by turning when I pull the reins.” She felt a tug on her hair as something caused it to lift and twist it, weaving it into a long braid. Zillix used this braid as a kind of nest on her back, settling in before they began.

“Now go,” he said, accentuating his point when she felt a sharp crack of his tail on her rear.

Her entire body trembled as she began to crawl on the floor, bound like a sex doll, while the weakest of all the masters rode her. Every breath was labored as the storm of emotions raged inside, the excitement mixing with tension as she carried him forward. He lashed her rear again to make her go faster, and she readily obeyed, the excitement carrying her on.

Heart thumping, she scrambled across the ground, the slave classes' naked protection skill protecting her from any sharp stones or branches. She couldn't see where she was going, but he was there to guide her, and all she could do was trust him. Time seemed to stand still as he drove her on, his thin, scaled tail lashing her rear like a whip. By now, she must have had clear red lines across her skin, as he didn't spare her when she slowed.

Her mind raced as fast as her heart as she tried to reason out where she was. Had they gone down a side path, or was he parading her around the front plaza? For all she knew, he was putting on a show as a dozen people watched the tiny dragon dominate his new slave girl.

That thought was so exhilarating that she felt it in places that normally only a man could arouse. She kept her face down as he urged her on, pulling at the reins to make her turn right. Time became meaningless as he guided her and lashed her rear when she slowed. He pushed her on and on until she shook with excitement. When at last she regained some of her senses, her panic and excitement ran wild. She had no idea where he had taken her or who had seen it. For all she knew, she was inside the temple itself, crawling down the main hall in front of the other girls. She stumbled a bit as her body responded with the early pangs of a building orgasm.

Suddenly, he yanked back on her reins, and she came to a stop, her body a trembling mess. Never had she felt so alive and excited as she realized the dragon could use his illusions to bind her however he wished. She was helpless to his power and could be put into any outfit, pose, or position at his whim. He flew off her back as the chastity belt vanished from her waist, allowing the cool air to blow into the folds of her secret place. She felt a weight at her neck as a thick chain appeared to attach to her collar. It was firmly bolted to the floor, ensuring she could not get off her knees as she heard the dragon speak.

“Good, now you are not to move from that spot until I tell you to,” he said as she heard the flap of his wings. “If you so much as turn your head, I will never dominate you again.” Then she heard him flying away, the sound of his wings gone in just a few seconds.

Gwen's heart raced in panic as she wondered where he had left her. Was she out in the open and easily seen, or maybe down a side path where few would find her? She couldn't see a thing, so she listened intently and thought she could hear a distant splash of water. That meant she was near one of the fountains, but there were many fountains in the gardens, and a couple in the temple. If not for the stone pavers under her hands, she would have sworn she was inside. No, she was still in the garden, but there was no way to know where. The tension mounted with every minute as she sat there, chained, blind, and helpless.

Then she heard the unmistakable sounds of footsteps. She wanted to run, but the chain held her in place, preventing her from getting up. She went to turn her head but remembered what Zillix had said. She nearly came when the realization flooded her mind that she desperately wanted him to dominate her again. She refused to move and lose the chance to relive this moment, and instead focused on the sound of the approaching person.

The steps stopped someplace nearby as she shook from head to toe. Then she heard a man's voice as he asked what he had here. Slowly, he approached, and Gwen nearly shrieked when she felt his hands on her back and rear. He explored her skin while telling her how sexy she looked in the leather straps. He looked at her tattoos and called her a bad girl before finally finding her paw print.

“You’re a harem girl?” he whispered in a masculine voice. “I am going to fuck a harem girl.”

Hearing him say he was going to fuck her made Gwen weak in the knees. She nearly toppled over but fought for control so as not to upset Zillix. The unmistakable sound of hands working at belts and buckles filled her ears as the unseen man undressed. Then she felt him kneel between her legs, and a hand touched the folds of her body.

She moaned into the bit as fingers explored the wet petals of her sacred lotus. She was the Queen of all these lands, and here she was, bound, helpless, and about to be taken by an unknown man. For all she knew, he had a fraction of her levels and wasn't worthy of her body.

He commented on how hot she was and how he was going to cum in her a dozen times. Then his hand pulled away, and she felt something press against her body. The power of her slave collar made it easy, and she let out a long, satisfied groan as he slid into her flesh.

“That's it, take it all,” he said as his hands wrapped around her waist. Then it began, and Gwen's world was a haze of sexual fire and flashing lightning. She came the moment he entered her and then again less than thirty seconds later. She was so alive with energy and tense with uncertainty that every thrust pushed her to new heights of pleasure. He gave her long, firm strokes as he held her in place, reaching deep with a growing hunger.

Gwen lost control as she cried and moaned into the bit, her body trapped in a constant state of orgasm. No sooner was she through one than the next was rapidly building, his thrusts ensuring she never came down. He came in her three times before he was through and pulled away to leave her body seeping with white ooze. It ran down her thighs and pooled at her knees as she remained in place as her master had instructed. He dressed without a word, but did take the time to run a hand up her back and rub at her neck just below her slave collar.

She heard him walk away, and no sooner was he gone than the chastity belt formed around her waist. It trapped the seeping cum in her body and left her with a feeling of her pussy being awash in it. Zillix settled on her back as the chain vanished, and with a crack of his tail, he set her in motion.

Gwen wobbled as she headed off, crossing the unknown as Zillix steered her along. Minutes went by as he told her that she was good at doing what she was told and that he wanted a girl like her. The words stirred a hungry passion deep inside that was fueled by the recent sex. The sensation cried out for more as it was dominated like a pet by the little dragon.

Then suddenly he was off her back, and the blindfold came away, allowing her to see she was inside the temple. They were just down the hall from the room Hannah was in, nearly in the spot they had first begun talking. Gwen's mind reeled as she wondered just how much of what they had done was real. Could it have all been an illusion? Maybe she never left the temple, and the man who had made love to her had been one of his creations? Or maybe, he had just ridden her up the steps and through the main hall. He certainly had the power to create an illusionary ramp to conceal the fact that she was climbing up.

Not knowing made it all the more tense as he flew up and looked her in the eyes.

“I like you,” he said in his little voice. “You want to be a slave girl, and I want you to be mine.”

She swallowed as he flashed with a silver light, then pointed at her. “You are to wait in the temple to tell Hannah what you need to tell her. Then, if you're interested in having that master you desire, come see Rajeen and tell her.”

Gwen could only nod as he turned and flew away, leaving her twisting and wishing it hadn't ended. She was too flustered to face Hannah now, and the girl was still behind closed doors. With a sigh, she headed for a side garden where she knew there would be chilled wine. Right now, she needed a drink and a chance to reflect on how a tiny dragon had just made her his pet.