The Jade Harem 1-11

Hannah sighed as she stretched, savoring her warm blanket of women piled in around her. It had been two weeks since Blackbast and Roric had told them they would be going after the hand. Despite their desire to start right away Frank had been the one to delay. He came up with a plan where Blackbast spent points on her floating disk spell to make the radius larger. Now, it was seven feet across, allowing for a much larger palanquin to be used. Legeis was put to work designing one that could hold ten girls comfortably. It would also have two doors, one of which was a hollow frame that held the magical door to the secret room. The door would allow the girls to move rapidly between the harem and the remote camp.

Rajeen even planned to spend some time with them and experience some of Hannah's adventures firsthand. That meant their group would swell to fifteen or more as they traveled. It would even include some zombies courtesy of Idris, who would be traveling with them. Hannah's mother even expressed a desire to come over from time to time as Anasarah and secretly have some fun outside the kingdom.

Unfortunately Hannah and Jaina had been confined to the harem during the delay. So Hannah and her lovely girls had spent the time together, playing games, sharing kisses and much more. Even now, Quinny, Umtha, Breanne, Blackbast, and even Jaina were tangled in a pile with her. It was a mass of soft, supple bodies sharing warmth and comfort in a beautifully simple display of love.

Hannah couldn't believe how much her life had changed as she embraced the idea of being a sex slave. She went from being very reserved to living in a world of silk and sex that filled her with tingles. She was married to the most wonderful man who encouraged her to embrace this world to its fullest. He didn't show an ounce of jealousy or regret as she played her role and was always happy to see her when she came running back. She had no idea how a man like him could have come about, but she was grateful beyond measure for him.

Frank lay below them in his ghoul form, his undead body warmed by the blanket of slave girls. Hannah moved just enough to kiss his neck as she thought of how much she loved him. Frank was her everything and the only reason she had the courage to be a part of this very sexual world. She would never have done this on her own, but somehow, his being in control made it all so exciting. She couldn’t hide her smiles when he commanded her to push her boundaries and do something she would never do otherwise.

The one good thing about the last two weeks was all the time she had spent at his side. Being confined to the harem meant they were always together, laughing, playing, and just being in his arms.

Of course, she had also spent nights with Zillix, Roric, and Rajeen, sharing herself to prove her obedience. Just thinking of it as obedience made her tingle and brought another smile to her face. It was so unlike her to embrace something so decadent, but that very nature was why it felt so amazing. She looked forward to every moment of her day as she did her various naughty duties.

She sang to the city in the morning, greeting the new day with fresh flowers and blessings. Then, she would visit Legeis and remind him that he was her boyfriend. From there, it was off to the temple in the hidden forest, where she made love to Frank, her girls, Roric, Zillix, and sometimes even a rouge from the guild. They came to deliver reports and updates, but Hannah found it much more personal to hear those reports while fully engaged. Then she and Jaina would sit in at the glory holes, and the players would start coming. Sometimes, it went on for hours as the two girls lavished mystery players with all the passion they could muster. Breanne, Quinny, Gisley, and Umtha joined them, sharing in the very erotic experience.

Hannah’s tail twitched as she thought of how it felt to lean into one of her girls while they were hard at work. There was such a decadent thrill to command them to suck a cock, then whisper naughty things in their ears as they did. She had no idea where this dark side had come from but the more she indulged it, the more natural it felt.

As if all that wasn’t exciting enough, Hannah had been given another surprise. The stout centaur that she had pleasured was allowed into the temple. He came five days a week and any girl brave enough to lay on a special table was treated to his enormous power. However, Hannah had been commanded to endure his might for no less than one hour every time he visited. It was all in an effort to ensure she was gaining as much experience as possible and would soon reach level one hundred.

Hannah was shocked and delighted to know that she had to experience such raw sexual power regularly as part of her duties. It was one more wonderful perk of her existence in this strange little world. She also learned that she enjoyed being bound and helpless as he took her so that she had to endure his power until he was bored of her.

She squirmed as she thought of the little game they had begun playing. Her girls would take hold of her and take her to one of the tables or benches to tie her down in various positions. Her legs would be spread wide while tongues, fingers, and other things got her good and wet. Then he would mount her, his horse size cock filling her in a way she never thought possible. The power forced her to cry out with every thrust, her voice soaring to fill the temple. However, that voice would die off as she slipped into a world of pure sexual bliss. She reached a state where her eyes glazed over, and she barely groaned as the pleasure never seemed to dull. She was drunk with it and sometimes slipped so deeply into this state she wasn't even aware when it stopped. It was like waking from a dream as her senses slowly returned to discover Jaina or some of the other girls lapping at her abused body.

Of course, there was work to do as well, and Hannah hadn't neglected her studies. She read her books, worked on magical lore, and began trying to map out the magic system again. Blackbast forbade her to spend more than a full minute starting at the magical effect in the necromancer's book. The masters worried what effect it was having on her after she bled from it the last time. Now Umtha and Quinny had to be with her at all times to provide healing and slam the book shut when the minute was over. So far, a minute hadn't caused any negative effects they could point to, but it was good to be safe about it.

Hannah was slowly building a more presentable picture of the magic system but knew it would never be enough. It was impossible to represent the three-dimensional nature of the system on a flat piece of paper. Hannah drew it several times and tried to explain it to Umtha and Quinny, but they couldn’t see it. The system was complex, layered, and alien, almost intentionally so, but Hannah refused to give up. She would spend years working on it until she found a way to display it so anyone could understand.

They also used their dreams at night to visit past memories and take a second look. It was all done to help bring Roric and his girls up to speed on some past events. This way, they could witness what had happened that led to the current situation and, with new eyes, maybe spot missed details. One place they went repeatedly was the strange abyss where Hannah found her crown. Gisley was charged with watching over them while they visited these sites and even Rajeen began coming along to see what was happening.

Frank said he thought the abyss was familiar but couldn't place where he had seen it. He was sure he had seen crystal structures like those on the island. He even touched one, running his hand along it as if a memory were just waiting to jump out. It frustrated him that he couldn't recall it, but he was sure these crystals were important.

Hannah asked why taking the crown would cause it all to collapse, and they debated the reasons for hours. A trap to ensure only Hannah could recover it was the most likely suspect, but then Quinny suggested an idea none of them considered. The crown itself created the island, so by removing it, the island could no longer survive.

It was an idea that couldn't be tested, but it gave rise to another thought. Hannah took them to a dream she had long ago, where she was walking in a hedge maze until she found a section covered in white roses. Hannah knew there was something special about this part of the maze. She pointed out the distant obelisk that rose into the sky above the maze walls. She said that was important to something but couldn't remember what.

“This can't be,” Rajeen said as she stared at the obelisk.

“What can't be?” Roric asked as they all turned to regard the tiger woman, who looked frozen.

“I have been here,” Rajeen said as she pointed to the stone pillar. “I know I have. You can use this stone to navigate the maze if you understand its purpose.”

“You have been here before?” Jaina gasped as the others looked on in shock.

“I am sure of it. I used to wander or maybe hunt in this maze,” she said but shook her head. “I can't remember, but I know it was important.”

“Does anyone know where this maze is?” Frank asked as he put an arm around the rattle tiger woman.

“Lots of people have mazes,” Breanne said. “Some classes like Minotaurs can even make them as their lairs. But the most famous maze I have ever heard of is the one in Kevin's imperial city. It's called the Garden of Solace and is rumored to be massive, full of flowers, traps, and monsters, and used to hide something important.”

“You don’t know what they are hiding?” Jaina asked.

“Nobody does,” Breanne replied. “And it’s just a rumor. I have certainly never been there myself to witness it. I doubt few have.”

“But Rajeen has seen it,” Roric said.

“Which is impossible,” Rajeen insisted. “I have never been to his lands, let alone his city. I could not have missing memories. I can account for all my steps, not to mention my early days were spent at Blackbast’s side, fighting against Kevin.”

“We can all account for our steps,” Hannah said as she looked up at the obelisk. “I swore to Frank a hundred times that I knew they were wrong about my missing memories. I could tell him where I had been and what I was doing up to the day I woke up here. But we all know that isn't true. I am not even sure if those memories of my previous life are valid. There is no denying it anymore. Despite the fact that I know what happened, we all know it isn't true.”

“We should put her in Legeis’s machine,” Jaina suggested. “It would prove if she has missing time.”

“Maybe we should put all of us in the machine,” Chandice added. “This web keeps getting bigger and bigger, and who knows how many of us are pawns in this game.”

“I do not wish to be put into that machine,” Rajeen insisted as she took a few steps around the maze to look around corners. “I know I have been here, but I can’t tell you when or why. I have the distinct feeling I was here for something important. I was hunting for something.”

“You were hunting for a part,” Blackbast said as all eyes turned to her.

“What?” Rajeen asked.

“You were hunting for a part for Hannah,” Blackbast replied as she swayed, suddenly dizzy.

“Blackbast?” Hannah asked as Roric ran to catch her. She collapsed, and they sat her down as the group crowded around her. She looked up with blank eyes and grabbed Rajeen's hand.

“The memory hurts,” Blackbast said in a weak voice as she began to shake.

“Maybe we need to leave this dream,” Frank said as he looked up. “Tell Gisley to get us out.”

“Wait!” Blackbast cried. “It was something he broke. Part of it is hidden in the maze.”

“Something he broke?” Chandice repeated.

“The thing Kevin broke that drove Hathlisora to insane rage,” Breanne said as she looked at Hannah. “Rajeen was trying to help you recover part of it.”

“Rajeen was working with me back then?” Hannah gasped.

“We all were,” Blackbast said in a weak voice, then shut her eyes. “The pain is terrible.”

“Gisley, get us out!” Frank shouted, and they bolted awake, each in their bed to pant. Blackbast had been with Hannah, and Frank instantly had her in his arms. She was fine except for a headache and a sense of dread. She couldn’t recall anything more, but it was clear that the two cats had played a much larger role than originally anticipated.

Hannah dwelled on that memory for a moment, then leaned in as close as he could to rub a cheek on her husband. They lived a magical life, but there was an underlying secret, one so full of pain and trauma that to remember even a tiny fragment of it caused distress.

“You’re awake?” she heard him whisper as Hannah’s tail twitched to hear her master’s voice.

“I am,” she replied and ran a hand along the hips of a sleeping woman. “Just thinking about the last couple of weeks.”

“We are nearly ready to go,” Frank said. “Legeis said the door is anchored to the palanquin.”

“Can we call it something else?” Hannah asked as her eyes met his. “That word is so cumbersome to say, and nobody knows what it means.”

“We can call it a cart if you want,” he suggested.

“Hmm, a cart sounds like something a person uses to haul hay or manure,” Hannah said as she continued to enjoy stroking the supple hips of a sleeping beauty. “How about we just call it the room.”

“How about we call it a coach,” Frank said. “It’s big enough to be one now.”

“A coach,” Hannah replied with a pleased smile. “I like that. Let's call it that.” She celebrated by running her hand lower, testing the silky flesh of a tender rear. Umtha twitched as Hannah wrapped her hand around her tail, giving it a smooth stroke.

“You love them, don’t you?” Frank asked.

“I love my girls with all my heart,” Hannah replied. “I never want to be apart from them.” She met his eyes again as she smiled and leaned in closer. “And you must always be there to take care of us. You are the head of our family.”

“I won't ever leave you,” Frank said as the girls began to stretch. The morning had come, and sleepy eyes were opening to greet the new day with a hunger for fun. Hannah had to extract herself from the pile, giving a few kisses along the way. She then stretched with her arms high over her head before walking naked out onto the balcony garden and then to the rail.

She smiled to look down on her sleeping city as a new day dawned for the people of their land. She wasn't at all surprised when Gisley flew up on wings of midnight magic and casually sat on the rail beside her.

“Can I sing with you?” Gisley asked.

“Of course you can,” Hannah replied with a broad smile. “You can sing with me any time you wish.”

“I like how you bless the plants,” Gisley said. “The whole city is like one big garden.”

“Well, it is a paradise city,” Hannah remarked as she shook out her hair and caught a stray glance as Gisley admired her chest. Hannah wanted to laugh at how often she had done the same. She long ago admitted to herself that many women found other women attractive. It didn't mean they were going to jump into bed with one another, just that they could appreciate the beauty of the female form. Girls were pretty, and in this world, you had to go out of your way to make it otherwise. Some did, but if that made them happy, so be it. Hannah loved the fact that other women admired her beauty and would happily reward them for it if they wished.

She sprouted her devil wings and spread them wide to catch the sun's red rays as she and Gisley began the song. They stood side by side, one a devil of dark, seductive beauty, the other a fairy of pure innocence and love. They filled the air with song and magic that spread across the city and caused flower petals to rain down. People were in the streets by the time the song was done, waving to the girls with appreciation. Hannah waved back, blowing a few kisses before taking Gisley by the hand to walk the gardens.

“So, Jaina tells me you have been playing in a dream where you pretend to be highschool girls in Japan?” Hannah asked.

Gisley laughed and bobbed her head, her antenna stretching high as she got excited. She explained that they had only done it once but intended to do it a lot more. She also said that she enjoyed sharing her past with her loved ones. It made her feel more connected to them to know the girl she was before becoming Gisley the fairy.

“What’s wrong with Gisley the fairy?” Hannah asked.

“Nothing,” Gisley replied. “But I do play my role as more of a little girl.”

“You aren't going to tell me that's an act?” Hannah probed, and Gisley shook her head. It was who she was, but she wanted them to know how she became that way. In truth she was a mature woman but had a very simple outlook on life. She saw everything as an adventure and enjoyed it, even the darker, violent moments. She explained that she found the mystery around Hannah thrilling and was excited to be a part of it.

“Well, that’s an interesting way to look at it,” Hannah said. “I hadn’t considered it like that.”

“I love the mystery of it,” Gisley said. “It’s an amazing story full of secrets and hidden truths to be discovered.”

Hannah couldn't believe she was walking barefoot and naked through a beautiful garden with a lovely fairy girl on her arm. They discussed how her past wasn't tragic; it was exciting instead. Gisley saw it all as a fun adventure and looked forward to reading every page of the story. Her outlook touched Hannah and made her realize how right the woman was. Everything about this was an adventure, and exciting discoveries lay ahead.

Hannah was so touched by the outlook that she used her tail to curl around the fairy woman and pull her in. Gisley giggled as Hannah pulled her to the ground, and their lips came together. Her hands and lips roamed the fairy's body, tasting the magic of the glitter that coated her skin. She eventually rolled Gisley to her back and lay across her, pinning her down as they kissed. Then Hannah's tail reached in, causing the fairy to groan as it found her sticky center. It pressed firmly and slid inside as Gisley shook from the intrusion.

Hannah made love to her with the tail, thrusting firmly while never breaking the passionate kiss. When Gisley came, so did Hannah, sharing the magic of the release through the slave collar. Then she leaned back with a broad smile as Gisley smiled with satisfaction.

“You are so beautiful,” Hannah said as she stroked a long antenna, causing Gisley to shiver. “I could feed on you all day.”

“But you can feed on me, right?” Gisley asked.

“I am a sex devil,” Hannah laughed. “I can feed on you several ways.”

“But you can do it like Lydia can?” Gisley pressed.

“You mean like a vampire?” Hannah asked.

Gisley nodded and turned her head while sweeping her hair aside. She exposed a lovely, tender neck to Hannah while her body began to tremble. Hannah felt a fire swell inside to see such an enticing offer. She had no idea why the thought of biting that tender neck was so sexually appealing, but it was, and she felt it calling.

“Please,” Gisley whispered. “I want to feed you.”

The hunger became overwhelming, and Hannah lost control. Her lips curled back to reveal sharp fangs a second before they pierced purple flesh. Gisley groaned as she became food to a dark predator that had her pinned to the ground. Hannah felt a rush of power as she drew on the health and lifeblood of her captive. Instinctively, her tail began to twist and thrust, forcing the poor fairy to endure sexual stimulation even as she was fed on.

In a matter of seconds, Gisley was taught, her back arched as her tender flesh shook. She came with a power and energy that made Hannah drunk when she shared it. It flowed through her even as the taste of glittery blood caressed her tongue. She was careful not to take too much, but the desire to feed until satisfied clawed at her heart.

“That’s enough,” Hannah cried as she let go and leaned up to pant.

“Oh, that was so intense,” Gisley said as she shared in the panting.

“I don't know if I should keep doing that,” Hannah replied as she hung her head back. “Something comes over me, and I want more.”

“You can have more,” Gisley offered.

“No, sweety,” Hannah laughed as she looked down with hungry eyes. “I don't want to risk harming you. I want to think about how this makes me feel for a bit before I do it again.”

“Alright,” Gisley said as she reached up to run a finger along Hannah's lips. She pulled it back to reveal blood, and Hannah sat up in alarm.

“Oh, gross, there is blood on my lips?” Hannah cried.

“It’s my blood,” Gisley said with a smile and held her finger up. “See, it has glitter in it.”

“Agh, what have I become?” Hannah said as she wiped her lips. “I drink blood while having sex. I am like some kind of erotic bat.”

“It’s part of your class,” Gisley assured her as she ran a hand up Hannah’s stomach. “And I wanted you to. It made it so much more intense for me. I hope it was for you, too.”

Hannah had to admit it had been intense but reiterated that it had been almost too much. She worried that she might lose control and drain somebody to death. Gisley didn't think that would happen. She said all draining spells had limits that usually hit around fifty percent. Only rare, powerful spells could drain somebody to actual death. She suspected that once Hannah reduced her to fifty percent, she would feel fully satisfied and an urge to stop. If she forced herself beyond that, it would likely not cause Gisley any more harm, and might even give Hannah a negative side effect.

“Hmm,” Hannah said as she helped the fairy up and only then realized where her tail was.

“I like your tail,” Gisley said as she stroked it. “It's so flexible.”

“How do girls like you exist?” Hannah asked as Gisley's touch made her jump.

“All girls like other girls,” Gisley insisted. “Lots of girls are like me, but some get so petty and mean that all they can see in other girls is competition or rivals for attention.”

“So it’s all about attention?” Hannah asked.

“Maybe,” Gisley said with a happy shrug. “I think most girls love social attention and we get jealous when other girls get it and we don’t. But if you could take ten girls and put them on an island without men to fight over, things would be very different. They would quickly come together and snuggle every night for warmth and love.”

“I kind of figured they would be stabbing one another and blaming them for their problems,” Hannah countered.

“Well, some girls have trouble with cooperation,” Gisley agreed. “But I think a lot of them would settle down and come together.”

“I love your point of view, but I am not sure you're right,” Hannah laughed, but she had to admit that even she didn't mind snuggling with other girls back in the real world. It was just how it was, and she never thought anything of it. Girls didn't see physical contact with each other the way men did. To most girls, curling up with another person to watch a show or just be still was a normal practice. She tried to imagine Frank and Roric curling up to talk and burst into laughter. She had to share the image with Gisley who joined her in the laugh and agreed that wasn't a boy thing.

Hannah sighed as she tugged her tail, slowly extracting it from the fairy's body. Gisley danced and cooed as it slid free then held the tail up to her face to examine the glitter. Gisley then made Hannah jump as she licked the frill like an ice cream cone. She held it out to Hannah, who felt her head spinning as she leaned in and licked her tail, tasting the sex fresh from Gisley's body.

“See,” Gisley said. “You love the excitement and adventure of this life, just like me.”

“So you two have been being naughty without me,” came Jaina’s voice as she walked up, her bare breasts shining in the sun.

Gisley nodded and held out the tail, and Hannah blushed when Jaina took it and began to lick it as if it were a treat.

“Yum,” Jaina said between licks. “I know where this has been.”

“Frank is right; all girls are weird,” Hannah laughed.

“So, are we leaving today?” Gisley asked as Hannah led the three through the garden.

Hannah wasn't sure as there always seemed to be another chore to do before they could go. Jaina said that as far as she knew, the new palanquin was ready, and the magic room's door was attached so it could be hidden or opened as desired. Hannah shared the plan to refer to it as a coach from now on and the girls agreed that was easier to say.

They discussed how it wouldn’t feel like a long journey because they could easily return to the harem with a single step. It would also be strange to travel as so large a group, or to have Rajeen and Gwen with them from time to time.

“Well,” Jaina said as she ran a hand along Hannah’s back. “If we aren’t leaving first thing, then you have some chores to do.”

“I want to help with her chores,” Gisley said as she smiled. “I like Legeis.”

Hannah laughed as Jaina agreed to help as well, and together, the three set off to begin the morning duties. She didn't think Legeis would mind her bringing a girlfriend or two to share and smiled to think how Gisley was right. Her life was an amazing adventure.