The Jade Harem 1-17

Hannah held Umtha tight as the two lay in Frank’s embrace. Since the return of her memories, she found it hard to let the woman out of her arms. Now her head spun as she recalled a thousand little details about a life that was lost. She and Umtha had been married once before, both to Frank, who had another wife called Iskathet. Hannah couldn't recall much about her, but what she did remember wasn't pretty. Iskathet didn't like her and didn't want Hannah to be a wife. Frank had pressed the matter and tried to bring both sides together, but from what little Hannah could recall, it hadn't worked.

She supposed she should be upset about that revelation, but she couldn’t be. The warm night air was relaxing as she and Frank lay in bed with the other girls tucked in around them. Now she felt their heat and listened to gentle little breaths as her dark angels slumbered in absolute peace. They felt the same sense of security in Hannah's arms that she felt in Frank's. Outside, Hannah could hear a distant voice as Gisley danced over a pond while singing to the moon. It made the night a magical experience and added to the sense of passion and love she felt for her loved one. This feeling was particularly strong for the slender green green-skinned woman who walked in a silent torment to keep Hannah safe.

Now that she could recall how she once felt for Umtha, she didn’t want to let her go. The poor goblin woman had lost so much and sacrificed even more to protect Hannah. The more Hannah thought about it, the more she realized how Umtha had suffered to keep that promise. She couldn't imagine loving somebody so much and yet not being able to say so. She must have been dreaming of the day Hannah put on the goblin crown and was devastated when Hannah remembered nothing. Truly, she had suffered more than any of them, but now Hannah was determined to soothe that pain away.

After Hannah returned from the lullaby, she tried to communicate that understanding to the others. Frank became upset that he couldn't remember Umtha the way Hannah did. He wanted to feel the same appreciation Hannah felt and help soothe Umtha. He couldn't remember a thing, but Hannah had an idea that would help a little. She took them all into a dream to share some of her memories of Umtha. Frank and the others witnessed firsthand how deeply connected she and Umtha had been.

Frank was struck by some of the memories and made Hannah replay them several times. He said he couldn't recall them but knew deep in his heart that he had been there. He felt the tug of something familiar, which helped lessen some of his frustration. He was enthralled by the memories that included him and said it was shocking to see himself as he was.

The others agreed as the Frank in the dream was just as big, but with shorter arms and a more human face. He even had some vestige of a nose and wore rings. Frank studied his alter ego for a long time as Hannah asked why he had chosen a very different look this time around. He couldn't recall why and even struggled to believe this was him. In the end, they all agreed that Umtha had made a sacrifice unlike any other and that her pain must have been profound. Umtha cried through much of the dreams, citing how often she wanted to tell Hannah about these moments. Hannah held her tightly and said they would relive them all and never forget the goblin again.

Umtha was like a changed woman, her mood lifted high as she beamed with happiness. Her Hathlisora was back, and they could finally be what they once were. Hannah was happy for her, but at the same time, she was plagued with concerns. For one thing, her memories were full of holes. She remembered Umtha in scenes and moments, but sometimes they lacked context. Why were they sitting on a cliff arguing in one memory? What were they doing in a palace with blue marble pillars? It bothered Hannah that she only recalled fragmented moments. It was enough to restore the relationship, but certainly not enough to say she had recovered her memories.

Quinny and Breanne were worried that this recovery would change her, and perhaps make them less in the relationship. Hannah didn't feel anything had changed, and certainly didn't see them as any less. In fact, despite knowing these memories were of Hathlisora, she still thought of herself as Hannah. She still believed she was that girl who fell down Frank's steps all those months ago. The memories hadn't altered her feelings one bit, except to feel bad for Umtha.

Now it was the deep of night, and she was in bed with her family. This was when she felt closest to them, when they were still and quiet in bed. She felt safe with Frank's arms around them, protecting his girls from the world that sought to harm them. In turn, Hannah felt it prudent to do the same for Umtha. Wrapping the woman in a tight embrace as if to say I will protect you. The goblin woman fell fast asleep in the safety of that protection, but squirmed every so often to nestle in tighter.

“Sleep well, my little dark angel,” Hannah whispered before kissing her head. “I will never forget you again.” She then used her tail to rub Breanne and Quinny, promising they would never be less in her heart. Breanne lifted her head to smile and returned the promise of love, then told Hannah they were waiting for her.

Hannah nodded and closed her eyes, using her Lilim power to go to sleep instantly. The world around her shifted, and suddenly she was in the palace, lying at the feet of Frank with her girls. It was a dream of the harem room, and all the masters were present, sitting on their thrones. Lord Dugal was also present in a chair before them, nodding as Hannah stirred. The dream had become the method by which they met to discuss important and secretive matters. In this way, even people like Lord Dugal could be part of their discussions without risk of being discovered.

“Sheesh, it took you long enough,” Quinny said as she leaned into Blackbast’s legs and was rewarded with a scratch at her head.

“You said it would be a few minutes,” Hannah replied as she looked up to smile at her husband. “Besides, I love it when my angels are sleeping. I could snuggle them all night.”

“Somebody hasn’t changed a bit,” Jaina laughed from where she reclined at Roric’s side. Gisley appeared in the dream with a bright smile and a flurry of silver glitter. She sat in Roric's lap, lying into his chest with her eyes closed as if going to sleep inside a dream. Evalynn and Breanne were together at Candice's feet, as she used a bare foot to rub their backs.

Hannah wanted to say the memories hadn't changed anything, but couldn't share too much in front of Lord Dugal. He didn't know she was Hathlisora, or secretly still a necromancer. There had been some discussion about telling him, but nobody knew for sure how he would react. It had been decided to keep up the ruse and leave him in the dark until they could better determine his motives. The last thing they needed was to panic the man by telling him that Hannah was actually Hathlisora reborn, and that she had recently begun to regain her memories.

Rajeen leaned back in her chair beside Gwen, who attended the meeting as the Queen. She didn't want Lord Dugal to see her as Anasara and risk giving away her alter ego. Zillix was beside her, sitting on Idris's lap as she sat on the floor. He was acknowledged as a master but intentionally kept a mystery from their guest to conceal his role in the harem. Four other harem girls were present to attend to them as needed. These were girls who had demonstrated absolute loyalty to Rajeen and could be trusted with what they would discuss.

“So, just one more, then,” Rajeen said as she crossed her arms. “I assume she was given instructions.”

“She’s asleep now,” Gisley said as Roric stroked her back. “I will bring her in.”

“Who is the one more?” Hannah asked as she looked up at Frank.

“You will see in a moment,” Frank replied as a cloudy image appeared across the room.

A woman with curly blond hair appeared in the middle of the chambers and looked around approvingly. She took in the girls in the barest silks lying at the feet of their masters as if everything was as it should be.

“I like how you meet,” Alexandria said. “I approve of your lifestyle.”

“It is good of you to join us,” Rajeen replied and motioned to a large chair beside Lord Dugal. “Please, be seated. Is there anything we can provide you?”

Alexandria looked around at the women lying about the room as her eyes fixated on one in particular. A few people chuckled as the desire was understood, and Blackbast snapped her fingers.

“Hannah, attend to our guest,” Blackbast said as she leaned into Frank.

Hannah got up with a smile and walked with a sexy sway of her hips. She waited until Alexandria had sat, then knelt before her and put her head in the woman's lap. Alexandria seemed pleased and began to stroke her little pet as Gwen asked if they could begin.

“What was so important about this meeting?” Lord Dugal asked.

“We are here to discuss the issue of spies,” Rajeen replied. “It is clear our lands are full of them. I had two in my harem, and we can be sure there are more.”

“None of us can take for granted who is and isn’t loyal to our cause,” Frank added. “I wouldn’t be surprised if one of the spies was a monster player in the guild.”

“Surely not,” Lord Dugal scoffed. “They owe their lives to you.”

“No, they don't,” Frank argued. “And I invited them in. Who's to say they weren't cut a deal for protection in exchange for a little spying?”

“I hope you are wrong,” Gwen said distastefully. “But I can’t deny the possibility.”

“I know which of my girls I can trust,” Alexandria said. “I have a few, I watch my words around, though. And I do have to be careful around guests.”

“You’re the woman who arranged for my package to be delivered,” Lord Dugal said as he turned to her. “You have no idea how grateful I am.”

“What is a pleasure estate for if not a little, political mingling?” Alexandria said with a smile. “And you are welcome. I would do anything for the people in this room.”

“I am glad you could help us,” Hannah said as she ran a hand up Alexandria’s leg, reaching deep under her dress.

“Hmm,” Alexandria replied as she looked down. “When are you going to come work for me and put that devilish body to good use?”

“Work for you?” Hannah said innocently. “You mean in the brothel?”

“Where else?” Alexandria asked. “Isn’t it the place where a woman like you belongs?”

Hannah went silent as her body tingled in excitement at the prospect of becoming a whore in a brothel. She had to fight the image away as Jaina and some of the girls laughed at her sudden loss of speech.

“Hmm, so I need only visit your estate to see her again?” Lord Dugal asked.

“You can see me any time you wish in a dream,” Hannah protested.

“Can we move on?” Gwen asked to get back to business. The gathered players nodded, and Rajeen took over the conversation.

“We should get directly to business,” Rajeen agreed in a slightly better mood. “Let's begin with the spies we have discovered. We believe the attack on your lands was due to carelessness on our part. We spoke of your agreement with Hannah while in the harem. It is possible the two spies among my girls relayed your intention to cooperate with us, and you were made an example of.”

“I am so sorry,” Hannah said, but Lord Dugal looked unfazed.

“I don't blame you,” he said before addressing the masters. “I actually do believe in what you are doing here. The idea of making all monster players a minor noble in your land to protect them from being reset was genius. But that news has certainly spread to the north and drawn their attention. That they are watching you closely is to be assumed. I am shocked they haven't sent some paladin commander down with a hundred of his men to put you in your place.”

“I have been wondering that myself,” Frank agreed. “If they are watching us closely enough to know about our secret meeting, why haven't they acted on us yet?”

“I am not sure these two spies are from the north,” Gwen said as she looked sour. “Rajeen and I have questioned them. One of them likes to make threats, and the other doesn’t care what we think, but there was something odd.”

“Odd how?” Roric asked.

“Neither of the girls seems to have known the other was a spy,” Rajeen said. “Which might indicate that there were two groups spying on independently.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if it was some of our neighbors,” Lord Dugal said.

“But those girls have been in my harem since before we came here,” Rajeen insisted.

“They were probably recruited after all this tension erupted,” Chandice suggested. “Both of those girls were given missions outside the harem. They could have been approached and convinced to do a little spying for a third party.”

“Why didn’t we think of that?” Roric sighed as he rested his head in his hand. “By sending harem girls out, we are exposing them to coercion.”

“Hmm,” Alexandria replied as she tapped her fingers on the arm of her chair. “I am willing to bet if I pressure my girls, I can find a few who have been offered money to spy on you. Maybe I can learn who offered.”

“If they are spying on you, they will not tell you,” Blackbast said.

“Oh, but I don't need them to be honest,” Alexandria said with a smile. “I am a deceiver, and with a little power, I can see through a lie. I can even make the girl feel she can trust me and forget she told me anything. We could then watch her and see who she contacts without knowing she is giving them away.”

“That’s useful,” Hannah remarked. “We need to use her for more things.”

“I wonder if Kevin’s master spy is a deceiver?” Jaina asked.

“May the visitors forbid such a thing,” Rajeen grumbled.

“It would make this spy very dangerous,” Gwen said. “Somebody with that kind of power and significant levels might be hard to stop. You could catch them, and they could convince you that you hadn't seen them.”

“I doubt it,” Alexandria said. “I would bet there are fewer than five players with this class. There isn’t much experience to be gained by being good at fooling people. I have almost zero combat abilities and nothing in the way of offense.”

“Then why did you pick the class?” Hannah asked.

“For my girls,” Alexandria replied. “I figured it was the perfect way to deal with unruly men. It rarely happens in this world, as most men have a kinder mindset. But you do get the occasional fool who thinks he can abuse a girl. I use my powers to convince him they had sex while he never actually laid a finger on her. Then he pays and leaves a big tip for the girl before going on his way, thinking he won.”

“Hahahaha,” Jaina laughed as she couldn’t contain it. “I love it. I wish we could do that sometimes.”

“You could always work for me some more,” Alexandria said. “You and Hannah would be my superstars.”

“You know, you can refer to me as your wife,” Hannah pointed out.

“Hold on,” Lord Dugal said as he looked surprised. “She’s your wife?”

“Umm, yes,” Hannah replied.

“Just how many wives do you have?” he pressed.

“Wait, let me think,” Hannah said as she lifted a hand to start counting fingers.

“Oh, that's adorable,” Chandice said as the girls started to laugh. “She has so many wives she can't even remember them all.”

“Just give me a second,” Hannah insisted and settled on the number four.

“It's five,” Jaina corrected.

“Oh, right,” Hannah said with a devilish smile.

“The poor girl,” Breanne laughed. “Just too many to keep track of.”

“Tell me about it,” Frank sighed.

“Oh, have you too many too?” Blackbast asked as she glared at him.

“Can we focus on the task at hand?” Rajeen pressed. “I like this idea of Alexandria trying to track down who might be paying girls to spy on us. Any information on who is watching us will aid in defending against it.”

“It’s certainly worth the effort,” Frank agreed.

“What are we to do with the two spies we already have?” Gwen asked. “If we let them go, they will report their capture and that we are hunting for the source. The people we are looking for might go into hiding before we can find them.”

“Hmm, let me talk to them,” Alexandria said. “I may be able to convince them to be more honest.”

“Why can’t Jaina just do what I did to the last prisoner?” Hannah asked.

“Oh, I love how she thinks,” Jaina said. “I would love to do that.”

“What did you do to the last prisoner?” Alexandria asked.

Hannah blushed and admitted to creatively torturing the man until he answered questions. When Alexandria asked what creative torture was, Hannah described the punishingly long blow job that never quite reached orgasm. Jaina filled in some details about how the man was begging her to stop, but Hannah refused until he had answered all their questions.

“Wow,” Alexandria replied as she smiled. “I admire your technique.”

“You honestly did that?” Lord Dugal said as Hannah nodded. “But you're so good at it. That must have been maddening.”

“She got him to tell us everything,” Jaina said. “He even volunteered stuff.”

“I wouldn’t last half that time,” Lord Dugal laughed.

“We should see how long you last,” Hannah suggested with a toothy smile.

“Why are my girls so easily distracted?” Rajeen sighed.

“Your girls are embracing what they are,” Blackbast replied. “They only wish to show you how dedicated they are.”

“Well, you are welcome to turn Jaina loose on the girls,” Alexandria said. “But assuming they aren’t too high level, I should be able to convince them they can trust me.” Alexandria reached down to lift Hannah’s chin and look into her eyes. Hannah’s hand was now well under the woman’s dress, her fingers touching the fine silk of her panties. “We might even be able to put these two spies to use.”

“Put them to use, how?” Hannah asked as her heart began to race.

“I deceive them,” Alexandria replied. “I convince them I am also a spy working for another party. I will help them escape and hide them at my estate. I will get them to work for me by promising to alter their appearance and keep them safe. Then not only can we discover who they are working for, but I can feed them false information.”

The room was silent as everyone shared glances. Frank was the first to say her plan was diabolical, and Chandice readily agreed. Jaina asked how they had ever managed to escape Alexandria's clutches when she could so easily manipulate people.

“Because I don't do it except to protect my girls,” Alexandria stated. “I know I caused you a lot of pain, but I would never have used my power to convince you to work in my harem. I wanted you because I saw your potential, and I wanted to make you a star. Then I made that terrible deal and was trapped, but even then I wouldn't bend your will.”

“You never cease to surprise me,” Roric said approvingly.

“We made a good choice marrying her,” Hannah said, glancing back at Frank.

“We didn’t have much choice,” Frank replied.

“Her plan is a good one,” Gwen said to get them back on track. “It will give us the upper hand and get them out of my castle. If I hold them too long, it will almost certainly alert their handlers, and they may run.”

“A good point,” Rajeen agreed.

“I had no idea you were all so skilled at this level of political intrigue,” Lord Dugal commented.

“It’s not by choice,” Frank replied. “We have tried to avoid this kind of situation, but our enemies refuse to let us rest. We have had to make some hard choices and focus our attention on other things.”

“Speaking of choices,” Alexandria said as she traced Hannah’s lips. “It won’t help to keep the girls if they can’t spy on the harem anymore. I will need to bait the hook to keep them occupied.”

“Bait it how?” Jaina asked.

“Some harem girls are going to have to work the estate so they can be spied on,” Alexandria said. “I have a couple in mind that would be the perfect bait to keep our two girls convinced they are still viable spies.”

There were some chuckles around the room as Hannah swallowed nervously. She knew full well Alexandria was talking about her and Jaina and that there was little reason to say no. Roric pointed out that it would also hide their journey eastward by being seen so publicly. If Hannah and Jaina were regularly at Alexandria’s estate talking about recent events in the harem, who would suspect they were not at home?

“Then we should send them,” Frank agreed.

“Excellent,” Alexandria said with a pleased smile. “I will be the most famous brothel in the whole of the south with a succubi princess and a seductress shapeshifter.”

“As much as I would love to see that, I don’t think Hannah is ready to be a prostitute,” Jaina said.

Hannah was taken aback by that comment as she couldn't believe that Jaina, of all people, was against this. She was about to argue when Blackbast spoke and agreed that Hannah wasn’t ready yet and suggested that her real training begin in earnest to make her ready.

“Oh, they love the idea,” Alexandria whispered so only Hannah could hear. “I love it too. You are the magical combination of power, intrigue, and sex. Men will sell me their souls just to spend one hour with you.”

Hannah couldn’t take her eyes away from Alexandria as the woman smiled wider. They were discussing Hannah’s training to culminate in her being a prostitute working in a brothel where any man who desired her could have her. They decided that Jaina, Gisley, and Evalynn would begin working there regularly. These spies would be told that the girls were there, and that Hannah would be joining them soon. The hope was that this would be enough to entice the spies to work for Alexandria and become an asset for them.

“Soon you will be mine,” Alexandria cooed to Hannah.

Hannah hoped nobody could see her shaking as her stomach turned in flip-flops. She pressed her fingers into the fabric of Alexandria's panties and felt the soft lips beyond them. Alexandria spread her legs a little wider, enticing Hannah to go further even as the meeting went on. The tension left her swimming in the intoxicating power of fear, mixed with passion. In the back of Hannah's mind was a voice saying what she was doing was deviant and immoral. But in her heart, she hungered to know what would happen if she went on. What would happen if she crossed that line and caved into the animal-like desires that flooded her mind?

She began to caress the tender bulge that was Alexandria's pussy, quickly making the fabric moist. The woman wrapped a hand around Hannah's head and pulled her in until her cheek was on the woman's stomach. Hannah could smell the scent of the woman's body, especially the sweet scent of the honey flowing below.

“What are you waiting for?” Alexandria whispered, causing Hannah to look up. The meeting had turned to the topic of rebuilding Lord Dugal's lands and what aid they could offer. Nobody was paying any attention to Alexandria or even realize where Hannah's hand was. Her body shielded her arm from the view of the others, making their little game a secret.

Hannah settled in as her fingers searched for the edge of the panties and pulled them aside. Her heart raced as the tips of her fingers slid into the succulent folds of Alexandria’s body while nobody was even aware it was happening. Alexandria didn’t flinch as Hannah began to reach deep into her body, stimulating her with every touch.

“Good girl,” Alexandria said as Hannah's world filled with excitement. She couldn't believe she was being so bold, but then why shouldn't she be? She had made love to every person in this room aside from Alexandria and Gwen. There was no reason for her to feel ashamed or embarrassed, but it felt like she was pushing a boundary. Hannah looked up to meet the eyes of the curly-haired woman to saw a hungry expression. She wanted this as much as Hannah did and was anxious to see where it would go.

That gaze sent Hannah’s heart racing as she hungered to be even more daring. After all, they had already planned her eventual service in the brothel, so why hold back now? The tiny voice in the back of her mind was drowned out by a hungry need to see where this would go. She might never know what excitement lay in pushing that boundary if she held back now.

Hannah delved deeper, reaching as far as she could while Alexandria quietly stroked her head. The meeting went on, but Hannah didn't hear a word of what was being said. Her senses were overcome but the crawling desire to pleasure the women whose feet she lay at. Her hand was wet with the sweet nectar of Alexandria's flower, and the scent of it filled her nose. Then there came a moment of tension as Alexandria clenched, and Hannah felt the power of her orgasm. Hannah instantly shared it, the sudden pulse of absolute passion causing her body to run wet. Alexandria put a hand over her mouth to muffle the moan that was about to escape Hannah's parted lips.

“Shh,” she urged with a low voice. “Don't let them hear you. You did well. Now relax and let me pet you.”

Hannah nodded and leaned into the woman’s legs to pant softly as her body shook from the joy of a sexual release. She took a moment to calm while relishing how wonderful these collars could be. She never noticed the collar anymore, but felt naked when it was off. It had become a part of her identity, and playing the role it demanded filled her with a sense of excitement she had never known before.

Slowly, she became aware of the meeting and the current discussion of sending gold to help finance Lord Dugal's rebuilding. He would use it for direct payments and for points to spend on upgrades. His capital city wasn't destroyed, but it had lost a significant portion of its prestige. The more gold he could turn into points, the faster he could recover.

Quinny suggested they ask the people of Paradise City to donate money, but Frank said they couldn't. If they held a public charity drive to give money to Lord Dugal, it would signal to their enemies that they were still cooperating. For his safety, it had to appear that the two kingdoms were at odds and could not support him directly in any way. They had to find a way to raise money and deliver it to Lord Dugal without creating any link back to themselves. Some funds could be smuggled through Alexandria, but that would have to be carefully done.

They couldn't come up with a sound idea, but agreed they would keep working on it. One way or another, they would funnel money into his coffers, and he would rebuild with shocking speed. Hannah was glad they were working so hard to aid him, but hated how tied their hands were. It would be much easier if they could help him openly, but Frank was right. Any open cooperation would likely cause more harm than good. They needed to find a way to raise thousands of gold quickly and without suspicion, and Hannah wouldn't rest until she did her part in his recovery.