Princess Hannah of the Jade Harem CH 75

Hannah paced as she looked at the book sitting on the table with a wary eye. Ever since her discovery of the magical patterns she had been loath to open it again. She had been trying to build a logical order to the magic system by copying the theories from every book she had. It wasn't revealing anything of use until Breanne reminded her about Umtha's magical song. Long ago the goblin woman had been given a magical white dress decorated with flowers. When Umtha sang a special song, the flowers would dance and weave about the garment. That same song caused a magical picture to show a series of events related to Hathlisora. It wasn't long before Hannah discovered that the song was also key to revealing hidden texts in a magical book of the necromancers.

Over a week ago, she had used the song to reveal the necromancer's understanding of the magical system. It had proven to be both beautiful and complex, a series of circles woven into such a complex system that Hannah was instantly enthralled with the image and was unable to look away. She stared into it as it became an abyss, drawing her awareness deeper into its complexity. She was excited as a huge step was made, but that excitement was broken when her eyes started to bleed.

A panic set in and Blackbast was summoned to treat her injuries and quickly arrived with Frank. The damage was minor and easily fixed but Frank closed the book and suggested she leave it be. Now, they all suspected the hidden text might be magically trapped in some way, and Hannah was wary of looking again.

“You can't avoid it forever,” Quinny said from the bed where she and Umtha lay, sharing a single large drink.

“You saw what happened last time,” Hannah said. “And Frank insisted I give it a break for a little bit.”

“That was over a week ago,” Quinny said. “You have given it time.”

“But if she starts bleeding again, Frank will hear about it, and she might get into trouble,” Umtha said.

“Frank isn’t going to be mad at her for doing her research,” Quinny argued and looked to the table where Webster sat beside the dangerous book. “Webster, what do you think she should do??

The furry spider bounced up and turned in a tight circle to look at the girls. He let out a shrill chip followed by some clicks as Hannah folded her arms.

“What did he say?” Umtha asked.

“He said I should look for a man to take my mind off it,” Hannah said.

“Oh, can I come too?” Quinny asked.

“None of you are being any help,” Hannah snapped before bending over to look down at her spider. “And you don't need to encourage me to play with boys.” He chirped as she heard his voice in her thoughts, saying that she was always so happy afterward.

“Hmm,” Hannah quipped, turning to the shelf over her desk. It was decorated with small magical items, from her crow figurine to the magical cube given to her by the rogues. She considered the magical puzzle box and what might be inside it, so she picked it up and began to trace the odd patterns. It reminded her of that lovely night when she had sex with the entire rogues guild, and they each brought her a gift to show their appreciation. She loved how grateful they had been, and the gifts had been almost as wonderful as the sex. Since then, she hadn't seen much of the rogues but hoped for another chance to satisfy them all.

“Can you open it?” Umtha asked.

“I have no idea,” Hannah replied as she sat on the desk beside her spider. “It must have a method, but it isn’t obvious.”

“In the movie, you trace the patterns with your thumbs, and then chains fly out,” Quinny said.

“Right,” Hannah scoffed as she studied it more carefully. “Just what I need, a box of death.”

“I still think it holds a gem,” Umtha said as her tail curled around Quinnys.

“Well, it has to be something small like a gem,” Hannah agreed as she pondered the different shapes and panels. She pushed and pulled, twisting the box and then turning it over. Nothing she did changed the device, so she considered a magical solution.

“I have an idea,” Hannah said as she closed her red eyes and caused the single green eye on her forehead to open. Weeks ago, she had discovered quite by accident that she could see otherwise invisible magical effects by looking exclusively through the eye. Now, she peered at the box and smiled to see magical numbers on the various panels.

“Do you see anything?” Quinny asked.

“Yes, numbers,” Hannah said as she looked for a pattern.

“So, how did your night out go?” Quinny asked. “Did you have lots of sex?”

“Do we have to talk about this?” Hannah laughed and set the box aside.

“Not if you don’t want to,” Quinny replied. “Zillix was sad you weren’t in the harem. He said you had made him a promise.”

“Oh, it wasn't to be in the harem for him,” Hannah said as she turned to the girls. “I said I would look for a way to make love to him at his size.” She could tell the girls didn't quite understand so she explained how Zillix wanted to make love as himself, not an illusion.

“Oh, you want to be his tiny dragon size,” Umtha said with a nod. “So shrink.”

“I don’t have the ability to shrink,” Hannah replied.

“Use a potion,” Quinny said. “I am sure Chandice sells them. Shrinking potions are easy, I think.”

“Wait, you can buy shrinking potions?” Hannah balked as the girls' heads bobbed. Suddenly, Hannah felt stupid for not thinking of such an easy solution. She lived in a world of magic that her book had made clear was complex and far-reaching. She wore magical items with fantastic powers, so why had she not thought to consult the woman who specialized in magical solutions?

“I must be tired,” Hannah sighed.

“You are being pulled in too many directions,” Quinny said. And Frank keeps intentionally testing your boundaries to keep your mind occupied.”

“We are all trying to keep you from focusing too much on your past,” Umtha said. “I suppose it keeps you from thinking about a lot of things.”

“Well, I need a break anyway,” Hannah said as she looked down at her spider. “Fancy a shopping trip?” He chirped, and Hannah swept him up, slinging him under one arm as her girls fell in line behind her. She led them out of the secure magic room hidden in Gwen's castle and took them to a magical door that landed them in the guarded hall of the Jade Temple.

Hannah was greeted by passing harem girls, one of whom came right up to her, smiling as her arms fell around her. They shared a warm embrace, and the girl sadly complained that Hannah was away from the harem too often. She asked when she could sleep in Hannah's arms again, and Hannah leaned in, giving the woman a soft kiss.

“Tonight,” Hannah whispered. “But you don’t get to sleep until I am done with you.”

The woman’s face lit up with excitement as she blushed and joyfully exclaimed that she couldn’t wait. She hurried to catch up to her companion and Hannah took her girls on, going through a second door and arriving in Roric’s camp.

The camp was quickly navigated, with Hannah running into Evalynn, who was bound by wrists and ankles to a wooden frame in an open area of the mesa.

“Evalynn?” Hannah asked as they arrived before her. The expression on Evalynn’s face was one of pure exhaustion as she hung limply from her binds. Her body was covered in red lines where she had been whipped, and a long white string hung from the purple petals of her pussy. There was a pool below indicating that she had been violated by dozens of gnolls, whose bestial cocks had been unkind to her tender areas. Her ass seeped with fresh milk, and her body and face were spattered with it.

“Wow,” Quinny said as the looked at the helpless woman. “Did she have sex with all of them?”

“She's the camp's prisoner,” Hannah explained. “The gnolls have free reign to take her whenever they desire. She was also given to them for a special ravaging the night of the lunar festival.”

“I bet she's in heaven,” Quinny said as she leaned closer. “I don't even think she knows we are here.”

“Well, we can't leave her like this,” Hannah said as she had a devilish idea. She was Quinny and Umtha's master, and technically, they had to obey her, just as Hannah had to obey Frank. If Frank needed to set challenges for Hannah, then Hannah should set them for her two dark angels. She looked at Evalynn's sex-stained body and ordered her girls to clean her up.

“But you are only allowed to use your tongues,” Hannah said.

Quinny and Umtha smiled as they stepped around the helpless woman. Quinny went to the rear and Umtha the front, both women kneeling before the badly abused body. Evalynn let out a soft whimper when hungry tongues began to lap at her sore spots, coaxing the milk to flow as they cleaned her out.

“I kind of like this,” Hannah said to Webster as he hung under her arm. “I love having slave girls. I bet this is what Frank feels when he orders me to do these sorts of things.” Webster chirped, and Hannah smiled at his squeaky voice. “No, I don't want to take Evalynn's place,” Hannah replied. “This is something special for her. I don't think I would mind an hour or two of it, but she loves to be at their mercy all the time.”

He dared her to try it, but she shushed him and went back to watching as her little girls did as she said. Hannah felt an odd tingling to watch and realized it was because she was earning experience. By putting them to work in something so sultry, she was gaining more power.

“Hmm, maybe I need more girls,” Hannah laughed as Evalynn lifted her head to let out a long sigh. Quinny’s face was buried between her legs as her long tongue delved deeply inside. Umtha was doing the same on the other side, coaxing the sticky deposits left by the gnolls out.

Hannah found the display arousing and chewed on her lower lip as Evalynn finally opened her eyes.

“Hannah?” Evalynn whispered.

“Oh, love,” Hannah replied and went to the woman to cradle her head in Hannah's glorious breasts. Evalynn welcomed the rest and took a few deep breaths before moaning to what was happening below.

“How are you feeling?” Hannah asked as she stroked the tired woman’s head.

“It was wonderful,” Evalynn replied. “It went on for two days and I was in another world.”

“You make it sound tempting,” Hannah laughed as Evalynn let out another moan. The poor woman asked what was happening, and Hannah explained that her girls were cleaning her up. Smiling, Evalynn nestled her head into Hannah's warm breasts and gave in to her cleaning.

Hannah couldn't believe the energy she felt at this moment, with two girls under her command while another clung to her for comfort. How could a life like this exist when the world she came from had been so challenging? She cradled the bound woman, admiring her ability to submit so completely. She was living a life many would call disgusting, and yet here she was, happy and smiling.

Umtha and Quinny moved on, licking every inch of Evalynn’s skin until her body was cleaned from head to toe. Hannah then left her to be soiled again when the gnoll males came for another turn at their captive.

“That was fun,” Quinny said as she fell in line behind Hannah. “You should have us do more things.”

“Actually, I think I might,” Hannah said as she pondered some other things. “I loved seeing you two obey me.”

“I like you being our master,” Umtha said. “You always did like to lead.”

“Oh, I was a leader, was I?” Hannah asked with a raised brow.

“You were when you needed to be,” Umtha said. “The only person you ever let lead you was Frank.”

“Hmm,” Hannah sighed as she thought of her dear husband. “And here we are again.” They arrived at a clump of trees in the back of one of the camps and headed for two slender trunks. They looked perfectly normal but were actually a forest portal, and with a single step, they were under the towering tree that dominated the forest.

“I hope she's in,” Hannah said as they picked their way around a carefully hidden path and up a secret stair to a balcony. From here, they entered an upper floor of the shop where Chandice kept a small herb garden.

They went down a spiral staircase to a lower room full of magical scrolls and miscellaneous books. Hannah wondered if Chandice had any useful books for her research but didn't want to stop to look now. They headed past racks of small items, some of which glowed with enchantments. Hannah noted there were more paintings on the wall, including one of herself in a simple yellow gown.

“When did she get that?” Hannah asked as she paused to look at her own image. “I only wore that once.”

“Mom made them,” Quinny replied. “Mother has all sorts of pictures of us now.”

“I really have to visit her more often,” Hannah sighed.

“You see her all the time in the temple,” Quinny reminded.

“Not like that,” Hannah replied with a roll of her eyes. “I mean as a queen, not a temple whore.”

“She spends a lot of time with Frank now,” Umtha said.

“Please don't remind me,” Hannah said as they entered a large shop room. It was dominated by rows of shelves and tables adorned with magical items. Chandice still didn't have the power to make anything too elaborate, but she made everything she could. Other items were bought from players for a modest price and added to her inventory. Her shop was beginning to look full and every shelf was packed with trinkets, devices, or magical tools. They went to the front counter, where one of the NPC shop girls stood with a happy smile.

“Greetings, Princess Hannah,” the girls said with a cheery tone. “How can we help you today?”

“Umm, I was looking for Chandice,” Hannah replied to the elf woman with golden skin and yellow hair.

“She’s out,” came a sour voice from a doorway in the back. “Probably doing something slutty like every woman in the land.”

“She's still here?” Quinny asked as a slender woman appeared at the door, her devilish eyes fixed on Hannah.

“Hello, Melody,” Hannah said as she folded her arms. “Enjoying yourself?”

“If you mean in the way you do, then no,” the angry succubi replied.

Hannah wanted to sigh out loud but held her tongue and approached the counter. She asked if they knew where Chandice was, and Melody answered first.

“She's out working in some seedy bar,” the woman said. “Probably bent over a table in the back, turning tricks.”

“I wonder if she wants help,” Quinny said enthusiastically.

“I want to help, too!” Umtha joined in as Hannah suppressed a smile. Melody took their reactions as proof that they were just as immoral as Chandice, and a look of disgust passed over her face.

“Oh, don't give me that face,” Hannah snapped. “I still can't believe you came into a fantasy world where you could be anything and chose to be angry all the time.”

“I am trying to show people you can't expect me to be like you just because of how I look,” Melody argued.

“How pointless is that?” Hannah quipped. “You chose to play a class that feeds on sex in a world where there are no penalties for being promiscuous. Your race is a giant banner that screams I am here to have as much sex as I can. You can’t be angry that people assume it’s what you want.”

“You are perpetuating a stereotype,” Melody argued.

“You didn’t hear a thing I said,” Hannah sighed and decided it wasn’t worth getting into another argument. She changed the topic and got right to the point, saying she was looking for a shrinking potion.

“Why do you want that?” Melody asked with an odd expression.

“Because I want it,” Hannah countered. “Should I come back when Chandice is here?”

“No, I run the shop when she's out,” Melody said, rolling her eyes. The potions are over here.”

Hannah was glad Melody wasn't trying to push her usual anger and went right to the task of showing her the potions. They went into another room, where the walls were covered in shelves, on which was a treasure trove of potion bottles.

“Shrinking and growing potions are over here,” Melody said as she took Hannah to a table where a dozen yellow vials stood on a rack.

“So, how small do they make you?” Hannah asked as she read the little card that identified the potions.

“I think Chandice said you get three drinks from a vial,” Melody replied. “The first drink cuts your size in half, the second half again, and the third half again.”

“Oh, that would make you really small,” Quinny said. “It should be the right size.”

“Yeah, that should make you just small enough to have sex with him,” Umtha said.

“I should have known you were doing this for some sick reason,” Melody groaned.

“Don't start with me,” Hannah grumbled. “I am doing this because one of my masters has a dream that is dear to his heart, and I want to make it come true. Don't you dare judge me for caring about his needs?”

“Whatever,” Melody sighed. “Chandice says we don't charge you, so just take what you want.”

“How long does it last?” Umtha asked as she leaned over the table to look at the vials.

“It lasts until you drink a growth potion or six hours pass,” Melody said, pointing to the card on which that fact was printed.

“Oh,” Umtha said as she stood straight. “I should have read that.”

“Don’t let her make you feel stupid,” Hannah said as she took a potion. “I hope Chandice doesn’t mind me taking one.”

“She uses some magical cup to make more of everything,” Melody said. “It literally costs her nothing.”

“She has a magical cup that makes potions?” Hannah asked, surprised to discover this fact. Melody explained that it was a cup that Roric had won in some competition. Any liquid you poured into it was magically reproduced so that you could pour significantly more of the substance back out.

“That has to be super useful,” Quinny said.

“Like I said, she can always make more with a snap of her finger,” Melody replied.

Hannah let her go and looked back to the display of potions, taking two more just in case. She carefully read the card that explained that any items the person wore would shrink with them but would return to normal size when the potion expired. In addition, spells that countered magical effects could force a person back to normal size, and drinking multiple potions would result in them getting smaller but drastically cut down on the duration. There was also a minimum size of a mouse, but Hannah wouldn’t need to go near that. She was shooting for house cat size and that would likely require three uses.

“Well, I have what I need,” Hannah said as she clutched the three vials.

“I wonder if Zillix is in his house above us?” Quinny said as she looked up.

Hannah considered the idea and wondered if she should fly up to check. She could surprise him with her new size and help fulfill his dream if he was. She took the girls back through the store as something nagged at the back of her mind.

“You know, I can’t help but feel there is a way to make this more special,” Hannah said.

“Special, how?” Umtha asked as they headed up the spiral stairs to leave the way they had come in.

“I don't know,” Hannah said while trying to think of a way. She considered one option and then another as they headed across the gardens. Then, she saw something that captivated her attention. It was a golden cage that hung from a hook at the edge of a balcony. It was empty but could easily hold a large bird. She immediately knew how to make the encounter special and quickly explained her plan to her girls.

Later that day, Quinny and Umtha found Zillix in the harem room, sitting on a balcony ledge as he looked over the city. They told him that a present was waiting for him in the garden under a red silk cover.

The girls giggled as he flew off searching for his gift and then ran to tell the others what was happening. A magical thing was about to occur, and for Hannah, a love would blossom. She was about to give the tiny dragon everything he wanted and so much more.