The Jade harem 1-4

Hannah flew directly to Gwen’s castle but avoided any magical doors. She wanted the trip to take long enough for her to do some thinking and settle a few items in her mind. She could understand why her alter ego would want to follow the path of a Lilim and sex slave. The dangers around her were real and that race and class in combination earned double experience from the simple act of intimacy. In a world where experience was hard to come by, Hannah could earn it at a titanic rate. Still, she was alarmed by how much she was enjoying it and looking forward to her next encounter.

The recent attack on Jaina that left all her girls dead and a portion of the Love Wood burned highlighted how important it was to level. Even her mother hadn't been strong enough to take on all four of those players who could easily take out half the kingdom. It was crucial they level as fast as they could but Hannah realized that it didn't have to be frivolous. She could use her skills as weapons, bribing, manipulating, and twisting her foes to her side. It was time to stop pretending she was still that innocent little girl who fell down Frank's steps. She was a sexy devil with tremendous power to influence others and enjoy it while doing so.

“That's right," Hannah said as she spread her wings wide. "I am a Lilim, and I am going to enjoy it!" She smiled as the city came into view and high on the hills in back were the spires of her mother's castle. She flew to a high balcony that she knew would lead to her mother's room, where she could find a change of clothing. She was offered no resistance from the guards who bowed and welcomed the silver princes to the castle. Hannah instructed one of them to inform her mother she was here and getting dressed. Then she hurried to the wardrobe room and quickly looked for a suitable dress.

“Why is none of this yellow?" Hannah asked as she dug through the magical wardrobes that seemed to hold hundreds of outfits. "Everything is so regal and dark."

“I happen to prefer fine gowns,” said Gwen as she entered the room with a slight smile. “It is good to see you home.”

Hannah turned and walked to her mother, who embraced her in a hug. She welcomed her mother's strong arms and let all her defenses down. Here in this magical place, she could be a little girl and let her mother worry about the big bad world. She closed her eyes and lay her head on Gwen's shoulder, letting out a sigh of contentment.

“I was worried about you,” Gwen said. “You were out far longer than you have ever been before.”

“Frank thinks it's because I burned up all my essence,” Hannah replied.

“He told me,” Gwen said. “He has been either at your side or mine since the battle.”

“Yes, my dear husband likes to sleep with my mother,” Hannah quipped.

“Do you have to say it like that?” Gwen said with a tsk. “If it honestly bothers you, I will ask him to stop.”

Hannah realized she was being silly and looked up to see genuine hurt in her mother's eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Hannah said. “I know this place is different and that you and I are playing along as sex slaves. I shouldn’t be judgemental about it, but I still have some reactions from the real world.”

“You know men slept with mothers and their daughters there as well,” Gwen pointed out.

“Yes,” Hannah said dryly. “Breanne can tell you some stories. Apparently, she and her daughter shared boyfriends.”

“Oh, see, that must be why I like her,” Gwen laughed.

“You are terrible,” Hannah said with a laugh of her own.

“I can be,” Gwen admitted. “And to be honest, I was very worried about our relationship.”

Hannah thought that was an odd comment and asked what she meant. Gwen explained that she was taken by surprise that night when Frank took them on the boat ride and made love to them both. She was swept away in the moment but terrified that Hannah would resent her. When Hannah responded with indifference, she allowed it to continue but felt guilty every time.

“Why would you feel guilty?” Hannah asked.

“Because I was breaking a rule I set for myself and doing it after being so loud about you and I not sharing an intimate relationship," Gwen explained.

Hannah nodded as she recalled the argument that she and her mother had in Blackbast's temple. Gwen was working in it under the disguise of an elf maiden named Anasara. When they discovered each other, the possibility that they might be asked to make love to entertain a guest was raised. Gwen put on quite a show of resistance, insisting that she would rather leave the temple than see that happen. Hannah hadn't been too open to the idea either, but things had changed. For one, Gwen was having sex with Frank, and Hannah had watched them do it on several occasions. For another, she was tired of putting lines and limits on everything she did. She was approaching her new life by looking through the lens of her old one in the real world. Things were simply too different here, and she needed to stop living up to standards that didn't apply.

“Is that why you moved to the other side of the boat?” Hannah asked as she recalled the night. Hannah and Blackbast had made love to Frank then he turned his affections on Gwen. Hannah and Blackbast lay huddled together as they watched the passion fly. But Gwen didn’t join the huddle when they were done, instead moving to the other side to keep her distance. She admitted that was the case and was still afraid to broach the topic. Blackbast had stated clearly that they were not to play together, but hadn't that night changed things?

Hannah felt her pulse quicken as she considered the notion that she and her mother might one day make love. Of course, Gwen wasn't her real mother, but Hannah had committed herself to seeing her as such.

“Maybe we shouldn't worry about this just now," Gwen said as she stepped back. "We have a guest, and I am glad you are here."

Yes, the lovely Lord Dugal who persecuted me and accused me of being a liar,” Hannah replied.

“Well, you were lying, but for a very good reason," Gwen said. "Nobody will care what made you what you are. All they will see is the bounty."

“I want to talk to him,” Hannah said as she turned to the wardrobe again. “I want to know that he isn’t planning to stand against us.”

“You may not want to come out and ask him that," Gwen said. "Frank showed him the guild and how it all worked, but it seems it did little to calm his suspicions. Jaina tried to soften him up, but he was too annoyed that you were hiding from him. I told him you were recovering from an injury, but he mocked us for not having any healers."

“Well, I suppose it does make sense to wonder why I wasn’t healed,” Hannah agreed as she took out a black dress that had a long skirt but was tight around the hips.

“That will look ravishing on you," Gwen nodded approvingly.

“Ravishing is the look I am going for," Hannah replied and quickly took off her simple dress. Gwen helped her into the gown and picked out a few accessories to give her a dash of gold and gems. Gwen then took her hand, and together, they passed down the halls, arriving at a lavish sitting room, inside of which sat the man in question.

He was tall and broad with a muscular frame and stern features. He had soft grayish-blue skin and a faint red light to his eyes, making her think of Moon or Endril, who played a type of elf who had the same look. However, according to Jaina, this man was not an elf, and his powers were very different. Hannah walked into the room with swaying hips, her long tail rolling in curls as she smiled. He looked up with an unreadable expression, his face a blank slate.

“So you finally chose to stop hiding,” he said in a dry tone.

“It is good to see you again, Lord Dugal," Hannah said as she strolled forward. " And I wasn't hiding. I was injured and recovering."

“Any healer could have restored you in moments,” he stated with a hint of mockery.

Hannah let the tone roll right off her shoulders as she came to stand before him with a smile. She explained that this group had been a party of high-level players sent to kill Jaina and reset her. In the ensuing battle, they used arrows and magical items designed specifically to neutralize their powers. She told him about how her girls died in the battle, and Hannah escaped but was wounded in a way that couldn't be healed.

“So you were attacked by the north?” he asked with a change of tone.

“We aren’t sure,” Hannah replied. “But it was clear they wanted Jaina reset for reasons unknown.”

“She’s a threat to them somehow,” he said. “And this is exactly why we in the south don’t like your kingdom. You draw this kind attention to us.”

Hannah couldn't argue against his point, so she walked past him and stood before a grand window looking out over Gwen's city. As a Lilim, she could read his desires, and slight feelings of desire were already beginning to stir. She tossed her hair and asked him what he thought of the monster guild. His reply was one of disapproval of the concept, but he admitted the idea was clever and a master stroke in protecting monster players. However, he highlighted it as another cause for bringing the North down on their heads.

“So you are afraid to become too close to our kingdom because of the north?" Hannah asked, turning her head to glance his way.

“It has nothing to do with fear," he replied as he took a defiant stance. "I am being practical. They have far more power than we do, and I have a responsibility to the people living in my lands. It is my job to see to it that their homes are safe.

“Hmm," Hannah said as she was touched by his desire to protect others. He appeared to be a little deeper and more complex than she had given him credit for.

“You can't spend your life bowing to the north," Gwen insisted as she came to stand beside Hannah. "If we united, they wouldn't be so bold to act against us."

“We are not bowing, and I agree that uniting would make us stronger," he acknowledged. "But this isn't a matter of small kingdoms forming a larger nation. Your daughter and son-in-law are monster players, and you have taken extensive measures that act against the North's mandates. If we become a threat, they have all the pretext they need to launch a full invasion. Even united, our lands wouldn't last long against a full assault from the North."

Hannah reconsidered him again as he proved to be both flexible and practical. He understood the strength in uniting but was again being logical that the union wouldn't be enough. She sighed and turned to ask what he thought about Frank's planned competition. He shrugged and said he understood it was a smart move, but it didn't change anything.

“Then why did you come here?” Gwen asked. “If you have no intention of working with us even a little.”

“I came here to learn the truth," he replied as his eyes fell on Hannah. "I am tired of hearing rumors and stories about how wild this land is and how armies of monster players are massing at its borders."

“Surely your spies have told you that isn’t true,” Gwen countered.

“Maybe, but if I am questioned, I can honestly say that I investigated and found no such threats," he replied.

"So this is all to cover your own rear?" Gwen pressed.

"I am doing what is in the best interest of the people I am supposed to care for," he said. "The one thing you and I have in common is we care about the players in our lands."

Hannah didn't like how this was proceeding and asked what he had planned for the rest of the day. Gwen said they were going to have lunch on the terrace, and then he wanted to see parts of Hannah's city. They moved on to lunch as Hannah changed tactics, asking him about his lands and what it was like. She was surprised to learn that his city was built on the cliffs of a mountain with tall spires, floating towers, and magical bridges that crossed vast spaces. It was full of waterfalls and gardens with great twisting trees that had white leaves and red rose-like flowers. She expressed a desire to see it someday and he agreed she should. Then she hooked his arm and walked with him to the terrace, where he told her stories about his early struggles to found his kingdom.

“I originally tried to settle in the north,” he explained. “But the lords up there are very competitive.”

“Competitive how?" Hannah asked. Gwen explained that they regularly hold war games between fledgling kingdoms. It's a battle where only the strong survive, and those who lose are reset and cast out." Hannah expressed how much she despised the North and the brutal way they did things. It was always player against player, in a never-ending progression of conflict. It was also the only way to level, as they had driven out all the monster players. Now, only the select few reached any level of true power while the bulk occupied the same range of levels the South had. Still, there were far more players in the North than in the South, and all of them were fine with the system.

They ate a light lunch as Hannah explained how she hoped to bring back the proper way of doing things. She would provide a land where players could adventure in the lairs of monster players, earning wealth and experience. All the neighboring kingdoms would be welcome to adventure here and bring home the spoils without taking the risk of angering the North. He didn't seem persuaded and pressed that Kevin wouldn't hold Hannah's lands solely responsible. He would turn to her neighbors and demand to know why they allowed this farce to go on so long. The North would not show mercy if Hannah pushed too far, and he believed she already had.

Hannah wanted to ask why he put up with it, but he had already explained his plight. He wasn't strong enough to defy the North, and even if they united the whole of the South under Gwen's banner, it was doubtful they could hold for long. He seemed to care for the people of his land and what might happen to them if the North came to deal with Hannah.

Gwen announced that she had matters to attend to and left them to talk. They finished lunch, and Hannah decided to take him for a walk in the gardens dedicated to her honor. They went into the grand walled yard, where flowers and trees were arranged along marble paths, and great statues of Hannah's beauty stood to be admired.

“So why did you really come here?” Hannah asked now that they were alone.

He looked at her with a calculating expression that told her the question had struck a nerve. He stopped before a statue and gazed at Hannah's naked form as if trying to decide if he should answer her.

“I don’t hate you,” he said at last. “But I have responsibilities. I can’t allow your lands to endanger mine.”

“But we don't endanger you," Hannah pressed as she dared touch his hand. He looked at her with a hint of distrust, but Hannah was a Lilim, and she could see far more. Her senses told her he welcomed the touch, and a hunger stirred, but he quickly suppressed it and looked away.

“I wanted to know more about this game you propose," he replied. "I wanted to ensure I wasn't endangering my lands by encouraging people to participate."

“I hope Frank explained it all,” Hannah said as she looked at her own statue.

“He answered my questions," Lord Dugal replied. "Your slave-girl Jaina answered a few more, but she was less interested in dialog."

“Ha, I bet she was," Hannah giggled and smiled at him. He glanced her way, and she felt him stir again, seeing a light of hunger flash over his head. He did find her attractive but had an unusual level of self-discipline that didn't allow his mind to wander. She considered plying him with seductions but decided such tactics might anger him. She limited herself to a seductive smile and honest, playful flirting to see how he responded.

“Well, then I have to ask another question," Hannah said, moving to stand between him and the statue. "If Frank answered your questions, and Jaina's charms didn't interest you, then why are you still here?"

Now, he looked angry, but it passed quickly, and he turned to continue down the path.

“I wanted to talk to you," he admitted. "I don't understand why you are so determined to fight against the North and build a kingdom like this. I have never met anyone who didn't seem to fear or care about angering Kevin."

“Is that it?” Hannah asked.

“I suppose you could sum up my questions as I simply wanted to get to know you," he replied as he looked away. "I would like to be as brave as you are."

Hannah went to say something and then remembered Drellis and her first meeting with his more human form. Until that moment, all she and Drellis had ever done was make love while never uttering a word. He had said it was the best way to truly get to know someone and that they now had a deeper connection.

“Come with me," Hannah said, daring to take his hand. He looked surprised, but she knew the best way to get this conversation where it needed to be. She took him to her tower and up the steps to the very top, where a bedroom befitting a Princess waited. She ushered him inside shu,t the door behind them, and steadied her heart. It was time she put what she was to use for her land and her people. It was why her mother wanted her to be alone with him and why Frank had suggested she see to his needs. It was time she stopped playing games and embraced the fact that sex and lust were her true powers. Her heart beat fast as she made the decision to be a Lilim princess and do what came naturally.

“What is so special about this place?” he asked as he turned around.

Hannah waited for his eyes to fall on her before allowing the black dress to fall to the floor. She locked his eyes and walked toward him in only her lingerie. He froze as she approached and ran a hand up his chest, looking deep into his eyes with a pleading expression.

“What are you…" he began, but Hannah silenced him by putting her finger to his lips. She shook her head and leaned in to whisper softly and seductively.

“No more words,” she said. “Not until you know me well enough.” She could feel the shock and hunger flowing from him as he took in the meaning of her words. Her Lilim powers told her everything she needed to know and prompted her to press forward. His hunger had been aroused, and his passions were flowing, but so were his suspicions and concerns. Hannah didn't give him time to reconsider as she pressed her attack, leaving no choice in the matter.

He leaned back as Hannah kissed the side of his neck, her hands searching for the buttons of his shirt. He helped her, pulling them open and sighing as her unusually warm hands finally found the skin underneath.

Hannah let her instincts take over as his clothing peeled away, revealing the man underneath. Before she knew what was happening, his cock was in her hand, rapidly hardening as she stroked. His breath came out in a soft moan while she dropped to her knees, gazing on the symbol of his manhood.

He gasped as her lips eagerly wrapped around his flesh, sucking with heat and magically enhanced caress until he was deep in her mouth. She wrapped her tail around one of his legs as she held him with one hand while sucking at him in earnest. She moaned as her head bounced on his rock-hard cock, the taste of his flesh filling her mouth. She savored him, using her free hand to cup his full balls, gently caressing and teasing the skin right behind them with her claws.

He responded to every caress with a gasp, his mind unable to believe she was doing this. Her Lilim powers told her his hunger was flowing like a river and fighting with his resolve to remain distant. She closed her eyes and focused on the task as her skin tingled with excitement. She couldn’t believe she was using sex as leverage to put an adversary into a more favorable position. Every second of his life was filled with the soft sensation of her lips on his body. He trembled as she came all the way to the tip and lovingly suckled at it for a moment.

She could feel everything through her Lilim powers and knew his thoughts and desires even in the silence. Every dark fantasy that crossed his mind was hers to read like a book, and she held nothing back, playing into them earnestly. It wasn't long before he was straining to resist, and she realized he didn't want to finish like this. Slowly, she came away and stood to lean into his arms, feeling his strong hands grope at her body.

“But your husband?” he said, breaking her desire for silence.

“I am a sex slave," Hannah replied with a playful tone. "And I am the castle's concubine. He knows full well what I am doing and has no objections."

“So he’s a cuckold?” Lord Dugal said in surprise.

Hannah tried to contain her laughter, but it broke free, and she giggled until she had to gasp for air. She then explained that Frank was a master of the harem and, as such, had a never-ending stream of women in his bed. He was even allowed to take women outside the harem at his leisure, while Hannah was only allowed to play when she had permission.

“And you two are alright with this?” he questioned.

“Shh," Hannah urged as she pressed him back, taking him to a bed and sitting him on the side. She had seen this position in his lusting thoughts a dozen times now, and she intended to give it to him. He looked hopeful as she climbed into his lap, putting her legs behind him as her tail wrapped around his cock. Then she slid down, taking him in so that her body was practically supported by his. Her voice was a sharp gasp as she had an instant orgasm, but she fought through it for his sake. Then she leaned into his chest and rested her head against his shoulder. One of his hands cupped her rear while the other curled about her back as he began to guide her up and down his shaft.

And so it began, the slow, methodical sex as she rode his cock. He guided the motion with the hand around her rear while looking at her intently. She read his desire for eye contact, so she lifted her head and put her hands on his shoulders while staring right back.

“Why?” he asked in a soft gasp.

“I want you to know me properly," Hannah whispered back, stroking his cheek with her fingertips.

“But we are enemies,” he replied.

Hannah leaned in and kissed his forehead with a gentle caress before leaning back. “We don’t have to be,” she replied between soft pants. “Now, take all of me until you know me better than you ever thought possible. For the rest of your stay, I am your personal slave girl, and I will ensure your bed is warm every night.”

He let out a groan of shock and need as she put her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. The pace picked up, and so did her moans, crying out to mark every thrust into her body. She was his now, his plaything to use as he saw fit, and she could read his desires. He was looking forward to the nights of her sleeping in his arms and even considering extending his stay.

She leaned back to run her hands along his chest, feeling the muscle and tone of her lover. He responded by grabbing her tail, sending a shock of tingles up her spine. She cried louder, and he pulled on her tail, using it to increase the motion of their lovemaking. It brought on a second orgasm, forcing her voice to cry out as she shook in its power.

She held on, her voice singing to him in pleasure as his cock reached deep into her body. He began to gasp as his grasp on her tail tightened, and his breathing became short. Hannah could sense how close he was and how much he wanted to fill her womb. Hannah was shocked as she realized that she wanted that too. She wanted this man, who was an enemy, to flood her body with his seed. She wanted to feel the heat and throbbing inside as he conquered her and made her his concubine.

Hannah clung to him tighter, using her grip to communicate her submission. He growled in hunger, his hands forcing her to ride him harder. Every thrust sent her voice crying out as she had an orgasm for him, feeding his desire to see her pleasured. He wanted her to have orgasms on his cock so that she might hunger for him when he was away.

The heat between them became intense as she quickly neared the point of no return. Hannah moaned for him, letting him know she was enjoying him. He shook as his body finally gave in, and the throbbing began with a great burst of milky seed.

Hannah came with him, her body shaking with every burst of his seed. She felt it inside, filling her up and spreading into her body, making her one of his conquests. Hannah clung to his neck, hugging tightly as her breasts pressed against his chest. They remained in that position, clinging to one another until the orgasm faded and their bodies finally relaxed.

They settled into bed with Hannah on his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. She could tell his mind was racing as he tried to process what had just happened. She silently curled in, letting her body heat do the work of soothing his nerves. The ice was broken, and they finally knew one another well enough to have an honest conversation. However, that would wait until later as the day was still young, and Hannah wanted to ensure he learned all he could about her.

With a smile, she ran a finger up his chest while her tail curled about his leg. She couldn't believe what she was doing or how much she enjoyed it. This really was the best way to get to know somebody, and she was going to do so every chance she could get.