Princess Hannah of the Jade Harem CH 72

Hannah opened her eyes to look into the yellow orbs of Frank the ghoul. His hand cupped her rear as she swayed in his lap, gently making love to the man she called her husband and master. She looked on that monstrous face that once frightened her and all she could see was Frank. His face was gaunt, gray, and rubber, with slits for a nose and jagged ears. His mouth was a slit from which protruded a series of jagged teeth giving him a gruesome appearance. None of that mattered to her anymore as she stroked his cheek. Her long tail was wrapped around one of his legs as she sat in his lap her legs behind him to hold on.

“Hannah,” Frank panted. “I love you.”

“Shhh,” Hannah replied and leaned in to kiss his forehead. “I love you, my sweet ghoul.”

His eyes twitched, and she could feel his emotion. Thanks to her Lilim class, she could read his hunger for her and sense his feelings. He was reeling in the power of her love, feeling a deep sense of joy and gratitude. Hannah liked that combination and leaned into his chest, wrapping her arms around his neck to hold on.

They kept up the passion, making love slowly and intentionally until minutes later, Frank couldn't hold on. Even though he was undead, he was driven to pant, his breathing suddenly raspy. Hannah could tell he was close, his body growing taught as it hungered to breed his wife.

“Take me,” Hannah whispered between gasps. “Make me yours.”

Frank's hand tightened around her rear helping to guide her motion until finally he lost the battle. Hannah clutched at his back, feeling the press of his cold skin against her. Thanks to the slave collar, she came the moment he did, sharing the orgasm as her body accepted his gift.

The motion slowed as Hannah hung from his neck, the massive cock throbbing inside her body. She needed this time with him and didn’t want it to end, hungry to be a part of him forever more.

Soft hands came around her shoulders as a gentle kiss plied her neck. She let out a soft sigh as his hands began to rub her back, soothing away the tension of sex. Quinny did her best to help Hannah relax while kissing along her neck. Hannah used her tail to wrap her little zombie girl up, lifting her from the floor so they could kiss.

“My sweet dark angel,” Hannah sighed as she looked into the woman’s eyes.

“I love watching you two kiss,” Frank said. “You both look so in love.”

“That’s because I love her,” Quinny replied. “Everybody loves her.”

“Not everybody,” Hannah countered and set Quinny down. She slowly climbed off, leaving Frank sitting on the edge of the bed. Quinny happily took her place, resting her head against Frank’s chest as they began to make love.

“I’m sorry that I can’t remember anything for you to look at,” Frank said.

“Please, never apologize for that,” Hannah corrected as she turned to face him. She leaned into Quinny's back to look into his eyes to make her point. “You are cursed by this too, and we both know that if we put you in Legeis's machine, it will find the same spells. Somebody did this to us on purpose. They took away our lives, our memories, and our love.”

“But you were so smart you planned a way to cheat them,” Quinny said. “You created a whole plan to put you on the path to remembering who you are.”

“I am beginning to have my doubts,” Hannah said with a shake of her head. “I may love being praised, but let's be honest, do I really think that far ahead? Have you ever known me to sit down and make a long, complicated plan with contingencies in case parts go wrong?”

The silence in the room was all the confirmation she needed to know they could see her point. She explained that she was more impulsive, able to solve problems in the moment, but had poor skills at planning for the future.

“But maybe that's part of what they did to us,” Frank offered. “Maybe you were like that, and you forgot.”

“I thought of that, but then what little we know of Hathlisora says otherwise,” Hannah argued. “She was impulsive and tended to fly off the handle. I mean, look at how she had lovers scattered all over the land. Half of them didn't even know about one another. I think she just took lovers impulsively when the mood struck her.”

“Like a slut,” Quinny joked as she began to roll her hips.

“Please, let’s not use that word,” Hannah moaned and tried to look over her shoulder to see the tattoos on her back.

“You're not having second thoughts?” Frank asked when he noticed the gesture.

“No,” Hannah sighed as she began to pace. “We all know that this was part of the plan. Whoever our enemies are, they have gotten so far ahead of us that we can’t hope to challenge them. I obviously knew this back then and made these arrangements to ensure I could level fast.”

“How many levels have you made this week?” Quinny asked.

Hannah was embarrassed to admit she had made eleven levels in six days. She was earning over a level and a half a day from her activities in the forest and encounters in other places. It made her blush to admit to being so promiscuous in front of her husband, but Frank didn't seem bothered. She asked him why, and he said this was the fastest way to get her where she needed to be. He didn't feel he had the right to stand in the way of her plan, especially considering how important it was. He felt his job was to support her in this and gurantee she kept going.

“But, you don’t want me all to yourself?” Hannah asked.

“Of course I do,” Frank replied, putting an arm around Quinny. “But I can't keep you to myself if we aren't strong enough to fight them. If they come before we are ready, you will wake up in a clearing with no memory of me, Umtha, or anything. All of this will be forgotten, and it may never come back.”

Hannah watched as Frank gestured to the room and then locked her eyes firmly. “You say Hathlisora ran about making lovers, but whose to say those aren't previous versions of Breanne, Quinny, Jaina, or the others? How do we know that all the people gathered around us aren't part of this crazy plan?”

“I hadn’t thought of that,” Hannah gasped as she looked down. “Could they all be past lovers?”

“You honestly think I might have missing memories?” Quinny asked.

“We don't know,” Frank said. “But we can't ignore that armor you found that seems tailored and made for you or the ring that only Breanne can wear with a class that compliments her skills. If you take my crown and Hannah’s staff into account, then an item unique to each of us was left in the mountain.”

“The first place Umtha insisted we go,” Hannah said. “I left them exactly where we would find them.”

“This is crazy,” Quinny said as her motion broke. “It’s taking me out of the mood.”

“Oh, my angel,” Hannah cooed and rubbed her shoulders. “I’m sorry. I will go so you two can focus on each other.”

“I don't want you to go,” Quinny argued. “I just want you to be free of all this so you have nothing to do but focus on being with us.”

“We all want that,” Frank said and took over the motion, making love to Quinny as she was pressed to his chest. Hannah leaned into her back and took hold of the base of her tail, stroking it as Frank did the work. The focused on Quinny, Hannah even using her succubus kiss on Quinny’s neck to drain a little stamina. This would greatly heighten her sensation, sending her into bursts of pleasure. Hannah was careful not to take too much while she helped make the experience special for her succubi girl.

When the moment came, Hannah hugged her tightly, holding her fast as Frank took her fully. Then she hoisted Quinny in her arms, carrying her to a nearby couch. Hannah sat down, holding her love to her breast as Quinny tried to catch her breasts. Hannah watched as Frank took his human form and then sat beside them, running a hand along Quinny's back to help with her recovery.

“I really would keep you to myself,” he said when he met Hannah’s gaze. “I would keep you all to myself.”

“I know,” Hannah sighed. “But you're right, something dangerous is lurking out there and I put us on this path to ensure we would level fast. I suppose that sooner or later, somebody who knows the danger I represent will make my presence known to Kevin.”

“And he is probably going to come with all the might he can muster,” Frank agreed. “Even if we are both level three hundred, I doubt we can fend off an army of players with three-digit levels.”

“Why does it seem like there are so few people that high in the south?” Hannah asked as she thought about it in depth. It didn't make sense that everybody she met was in the low twenties to forties. Many of these players had been here longer than she had been, but they hadn't managed to level. Frank suggested it was because there were so few places to level at. Random world monsters occurred in limited places and were often overhunted. Too many players were trying to kill too few monsters, often resorting to killing one another. This resulted in extremely low-level gains and frequent resets, keeping the general population low. Even Gwen had been handicapped, frozen at her level, and driven toward resetting as the only option to escape.

“Is somebody doing this intentionally?” Hannah asked. “Could somebody be orchestrating this madness?”

“How could they?” Quinny asked as she nudged closer to Hannah. “How could anyone keep so many players from leveling?”

Hannah wanted to agree, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized there was something to this. Too many things were too perfectly placed to happen exactly when needed. She assumed this was what it was like to play a video game when the purpose was to follow the trail of the story to the final battle. Was she that hero, blindly following the trail laid for her by the unseen programmer? Or, was she a prisoner, put on a path of an endless loop, always ending where she started to repeat the process once more?

“This is making my head hurt again,” Hannah sighed before kissing Quinny’s cheek. “All I want is to be free of all this forgotten history stuff. I would do anything to leave it all behind me.”

“You would?” Frank asked in an odd tone. Hannah assured him that if there was a way to turn her back on her lost past, she would. No matter the cost, she would readily and eagerly give it up.

“What if there was?” Frank asked. “A way to leave this all behind, I mean.”

“Wait, are you asking a serious question?” Hannah replied.

“Just answer the question,” Frank insisted. “If I thought I knew a way, would you want me to do it?”

“Of course, I would,” Hannah insisted.

“Even if it meant giving up the crown and the succubus stuff?” he pressed.

Hannah paused momentarily before insisting she would be happy to be rid of the crown. She liked her normal blond appearance, and she would only hesitate to give up the crown for the other's sake. She didn't want to deprive Quinny, Umtha, and Breanne of the gifts her blessings could bestow on them. She then pressed Frank on what he was getting at, and he shrugged. He said he just wondered how far she would go to be free of her curse. He reiterated that if he could think of a way, would she truly want him to do it?

Hannah assured him she would but didn't see how it was relevant. There was no way to separate her from her past, even if she threw the crown away and never saw it again. She settled back with Quinny in her arms when the door opened and in walked Breanne, wearing only a silk on her hips. Her glorious, perfect breasts were on display for all to see, and pointed teeth decorated a seductive smile.

“So I missed the fun,” Breanne said as she crossed the room.

“I thought you were spending the day with Evalynn,” Frank said as she approached him. She bent low, kissing his lips with a soft nuzzle before smiling again. “Evalynn had more to do for the festival. We parted early so she could get things ready.”

Hannah looked up knowingly as they understood the need. Roric had decided to plan a festival around the rare appearance of three full moons. It was going to be a festival all about the moon, and Gisley using her fairy magic to enchant the forest. Unfortunately, they decide to hold the event with barely two days to plan it. Since then, Quinny, Umtha, Breanne, and Evalynn had been working tirelessly to get things ready. The event was tonight, and Hannah looked forward to seeing Gisley's song enchant the forest. She would also be singing, lending her lullaby to the magic and causing night flowers to bloom under the powerful moonlight.

“I thought we had everything ready,” Quinny said as she looked at Breanne.

“It’s something Roric wanted to add at the last minute,” Breanne said with a shrug. “He told her what it was, and Evalynn seemed excited about it.”

“So you don’t know what it was?” Hannah asked as she wondered what was so special. Breanne said she had no clue, but so long as Evalynn was happy, she would be too. She settled on the couch in Frank’s arms and asked what they had been talking about. Hannah and Frank explained the early conversation up to the point where Frank asked if Hannah truly wanted to abandon her past.

“Don’t be foolish,” Breanne countered. “You couldn’t give up your past if you wanted.”

“But what if I could?” Hannah asked. “What reason do I have to fight to get it back? Why can’t I just start over with this life and go down a different path?”

“Because somebody went to a great deal of trouble to contain you,” Breanne replied. “They are most certainly watching and waiting to pounce on you the moment you show your face.”

“I just admitted that myself before you came in, but maybe they aren't,” Hannah countered as a new possibility dawned on her. “Let’s not forget they think I am trapped in Abbadon. They may assume I will never escape and aren’t concerned with looking for me.”

“We don’t know anything about Abbadon for sure,” Breanne said. “That’s a vague assumption based on incomplete information. All we know is that you needed an enchanted statue to ensure you respawned in a specific location.”

“Umtha said I would not have respawned without it,” Hannah pressed.

“That doesn’t mean you were imprisoned in Abbadon,” Breanne countered.

“Speaking of that,” Frank said to break the argument. “Why haven’t we put that statue in Legeis’s machine?”

Hannah went to respond, then paused to consider it. “That's a good question. I would love to know how it works.”

“And this is a big part of your problem,” Breanne said as she stroked Hannah's arm. “You flip-flop on things far too frequently. One day, you're ready to study your books, determined to unlock the secrets of magic; the next, you're focused on dreams and memories. Then you switch to being all about the harem and sex; then you want to focus on working in the temple, or a new magical item, or some other thing that has your attention. You never stick to a course long enough to finish it.”

“That's because every course leads me to more questions,” Hannah argued. “I read my books and find references to some magic or idea I remember from a dream. So I go into the dreams to see if I am right, only to find a dead end. So I change course to see if I can progress another way until I get so frustrated I just want to hide from it all for a while.”

“That’s why she submitted to Frank and the masters,” Quinny reminded.

“I am well aware of why she did that,” Breanne said. “What I am saying is, and to get back to the original point. I don't think she can hide from her past. She might be able to run and delay it, but too many people are watching intently for any sign of Hathlisora's return. Sooner or later, something will make somebody suspicious, and they will come to investigate.”

“Then we stay the course,” Frank said. “We wear the collars and take advantage of the experience to level as quickly as possible while trying to remain hidden.”

“We are hardly hidden,” Breanne balked. “Your policies, especially regarding monster players, are drawing a lot of attention.”

“But nobody has looked at us closely enough to know who we are,” Frank argued.

“We can only hope that’s true,” Breanne said.

Hannah felt a cold chill run up her spine as she realized they had already been discovered. The wizard who had stolen Gwen's kingdom heart recognized her as Hathlisora. He was out there somewhere, knowing full well who she was and, more importantly, where. Her only consolation was that he seemed intrigued by her appearance and even set her on the trail of the hand.

“Is something wrong?” Frank asked.

“I think we need to seriously consider going after the hand,” Hannah said.

“See, you are changing direction again,” Breanne sighed.

Hannah explained herself and how if the wizard knew who she was, he was most likely waiting on the trail to the hand. The only way to find out if he was truly a friend or foe was to face him again and get some answers. Frank agreed that if the wizard had a part to play, it would likely be on the trail to the mysterious object.

They agreed to consider it as they departed their room and headed for Blackbast's temple. Once there, Frank put on the collar, changing into his handsome and dark incubus form. Today, they would be making love primarily with harem girls to earn a little experience. Hannah left Frank with three of the girls and headed down the hall to find Blackbast.

She found the woman in human form, soaking in a warm pool while speaking to an unseen person. As Hannah approached the planters, she found Zillix lounging on the ledge beside the water in his tiny dragon form.

“Oh, hello,” Hannah said as she looked down on the little dragon.

“Hello, my pet,” Blackbast purred. “Have you and your master finished?”

Hannah nodded and sat beside Zillix to dip her feet into the water. She looked into his tiny eyes and saw his heart's desire, so she activated her shape-changing ability and assumed the form of a dragon woman. She sprouted her wings to compliment her leathery green scales, then reached down to pick him up. With a smile, she cradled him into her breasts, nestling him between them for comfort.

“What is this?” Blackbast asked with a surprised look.

“What?” Hannah replied. “He is homesick, and he dreams of making love to another of his kind. So, I take this form to be as close to it as I can. It makes him happy.”

“I love you in this form,” he said as his long neck protruded from her breasts.

“And I love making love to you like this,” Hannah replied.

Blackbast shook her head and settled back as if unable to believe what she was seeing.

“You have no idea how perfect for this temple you are,” Blackbast said. “You have all the skills and powers to know exactly what people want and a loving heart that desires to give it to them. I will never find another girl with your gift and ability to find happiness by making others happy.

Hannah smiled and looked down at her little master to see his deeper thoughts. He was indeed happy, but he had another dream that was beyond her ability to perform. She saw the vision in her mind and shook her head, apologizing that she didn't know how to give it to him.

“I understand,” Zillix sighed.

Hannah saw the pain flash in his emotions and chewed on a lip, trying to think of a way to help him. His fantasy was a simple one: He wanted to make love to her as he was the tiny dragon. The problem, of course, is that she was significantly larger, and, though she could shape change, she couldn't shrink. Jaina could, to some degree, but certainly not small enough to meet his needs.

She pursed her lips and pecked at his snout, promising to find a way to help him.

“You would do that for me?” Zillix asked.

Hannah nodded and assured him that she would do anything for him. She was his slave girl, and if there was a way she could please him, she would. The effect of her words was immediate as she lay his head across her breast and dreamed about the two of them. Hannah could see his hope and silently vowed to find a way to give him his dream. After all, he wasn't just a master of the harem; he was her husband, and she would move heaven and earth to make him happy.