JTSS 1-191

Jaina danced on her chain to a soft melody played by the gnolls of Roric's camp. They were enjoying the day and holding a sort of festival in the camp in honor of the full moons that would be out that night. The camp was alive with activity as the inhabitants strung up paper lanterns, built special fires, and began cooking a lavish meal.

In a special turn of events, Roric had a smaller throne constructed in the open field of the largest plateau. Here, poles decorated with flowers ringed a central area, creating a defined space for dances. Large drums were set to one side, beating out a rhythm of deep tones as Jaina fulfilled her role.

Evalynn was dressed in a long white gown with a crown of flowers on her head. She was being portrayed as the innocent elf maiden who, at the rise of the moons, would be given to the camp as a sex offering. She was very excited about the coming ravaging of her body, and special stocks had been created to hold her while the gnolls took their turns.

The event would culminate in Gisley flying over the camp to sing while three full moons shined down on her. Her power was greatest under a full moon, and with all three out at once, her power would spread through the forest, turning it into a fairy wonderland. The effect would last a few days, but Gisley intended to fly to her pond afterward. She would channel her power into her pond, using it as a magical battery, storing the huge surge in her power. She then planned to use this stored power to maintain the magical effect for as long as possible. She hoped for a full week, but nobody knew for sure how long it would last.

The entire harem had been invited to attend, and citizens of the kingdom were welcomed to partake in special events scattered throughout the forest. Evalynn, Quinny, and Umtha had spent the day before setting things up, and forest girls gathered to run a special spa-like space. Visitors to the forest could make love to a beautiful woman in a heated pool under the moonlight.

Jaina turned and swayed in harmony to the drums, her hands dancing over her head seductively. Roric had promised her a special role in tonight's events. She was so engrossed in what that role might be that she didn't notice Chandice approach until her arms went around Jaina's waist.

“Oh, my girlfriend is here,” Jaina said with a big smile.

“Hey, sugar,” Chandice replied, stepping back to reveal a simple blue barmaid's dress. “What do you think?”

“Umm, are you going to work?” Jaina laughed.

“I am going to work in one of the beer gardens set up in the forest,” Chandice said. “There’s one in the elf village, one on the road before my shop, and one far through the pass to the east.”

“I assume you are going to be at the one near your shop,” Jaina stated as Chandice nodded.

“I hope you find a chance to get away,” Chandice said as she blushed. “I could use a little time with my girlfriend.”

“Oh, I like this change in you,” Jaina said, running a hand through the woman's blond hair. The girlfriend I loved so much is back.”

“I guess I changed when everything got so serious,” Chandice sighed. “Then we got embroiled in Hannah’s nonsense, became part of the jade harem, built a home, my shop. It just seemed like I had to grow up and make changes.”

“We all did to some degree,” Jaina agreed. “I am happy that you have found your way back.”

“Well, I still love seeing you bound and helpless to my imps,” Chandice laughed. “But I want us to go back to sneaking quick orgasms in a back room while I am working.”

“I am sure we can make that happen,” Jaina said as a towering reptilian form walked through the tents behind Chandice. Zorak approached the woman as Chandice laughed and stepped aside, giving the two some room to talk.

“My, my, all my lovers are visiting today,” Jaina said.

“I hope I am not intruding,” Zorak said as he nodded to Chandice and awkwardly acknowledged her.

“Hello, Zorak,” Chandice said and squeezed his arm. “No need to be awkward. Nobody is upset about what happened between us.”

“I am relieved to hear that,” he said with a bow. “You look good.”

Chandice thanked him, then winked at Jaina before excusing herself. She said she wanted to help set up the beer garden and left them to talk as she hurried away.

Jaina came to his arms, pressing hard into his chest as his strong arms came around her. She breathed in his scent, an odd mixture of scales and water with a hint of swamp flowers.

“I missed you,” Jaina sighed.

“I miss you all the time,” he replied. “But I understand you aren’t mine to miss.”

“Oh, that’s not true,” Jaina replied as she leaned back. “I have permission to be your girlfriend. It’s just I have so many other duties. It’s hard to find time to be at your side.”

“Yeah, about that,” he began and ran a hand around his neck. “I am just going to come out and say it. Ambersal and I have been seeing a lot of each other, and I want to devote more time to her.”

Jaina smiled as Zorak tried very uncomfortably to explain how a relationship was growing between him and the naga woman. With a pat on his cheek, she told him she was happy for him and encouraged him to pursue her. She wasn't the least bit jealous or upset and even suggested that if Ambersal were into it, she wouldn't mind being her girlfriend, too.

“She might be into that,” he admitted. “She doesn’t hold back when it comes to indulging herself.”

“Well, talk to her about it,” Jaina urged as she stepped back to dance for him. “Tell her I would love to be her pet.”

He smiled and shook his head, commenting on how Jaina was the most unusual person he had ever met. Jaina returned the smile and spun around, swinging her breasts for his eyes to watch.

“I am simply enjoying my role,” Jaina explained. “This is my home now, and I intend to make it one full of love and excitement. Thankfully, Roric enjoys seeing us fulfilled, so he encourages us and pushes our boundaries.”

“He’s just as unusual as you are,” Zorak agreed before sniffing the air. “What is that scent?”

“They are cooking meats and other treats for the festivities,” Jaina replied as she swayed for him.

“I don’t recall there being a moon festival before,” Zorak said as he gestured to the lanterns being hung about.

“Oh, we just came up with the idea yesterday,” Jaina said. “It’s all a bit rushed, but we needed a good reason to celebrate. Things have been too tense recently.”

He nodded, and Jaina swayed her hips into him, grinding her waist on his. He called her insatiable, and she laughed, then bent over slightly so he could see the golden cage that encased her pussy.

“You’re still wearing it,” he noted.

“Always,” Jaina said as she stretched high. “In honor of you.”

“Well, I am relieved nobody is upset with me,” he said as he sniffed the air again. “Wow, that does smell good.”

“Oh, go get something to eat,” Jaina laughed and pushed him. “Go on, the food is being set up on the plateau over the bridge.”

He smiled and headed off as she pranced back to her spot before Roric's throne. She wondered when her master would make an appearance but then saw somebody equally as exciting. He walked like a king among men, his long dark hair flowing to his shoulder blades. He had a broad, powerful frame and a face chiseled from stone, but his eyes were what every girl melted over. Somehow, they appeared strong yet compassionate, as if he were carrying the burden of the world on his shoulders. Frank made his way from the far edge, stopping at a flowered pole to watch her dance.

“Hello, master,” Jaina called, swaying as seductively as she could. “Is there anything I can do to please you?”

“Umm,” he began with a funny smile. “I was looking for Roric.”

“Oh, he’s about someplace,” Jaina shrugged before lifting her arms high so her breasts swung free. “I am sure he will be around soon.”

“I wonder if my girls would like to dance?” Frank mused as he watched her display.

“I would love to see some of your girls dancing and stripping for an audience,” Jaina teased, then tilted her head. “Have you ever seen one of our strip teases?”

“No, but I have heard plenty about them,” Frank said before clearing his throat.

Jaina loved that he still had some of the boy inside and got bashful when talking about matters of sex. She decided to make him uncomfortable and described the first dance she ever did with Gisley and how the little fairy left puddles on stage. She laughed as he blushed, then shook his head before smiling at her.

“You talk about it like it was exciting,” he said.

“You have no idea how exciting that is!” Jaina said. “All those eyes watching as you slowly become more and more vulnerable. Then, you begin making love to yourself while they witness every second of it. I don't know how to explain the sensation that comes over you, the power that shakes you to the core. You forget all about your fears and become intoxicated in the moment, unable to stop as you make love before the audience.”

“That sounds amazing,” Frank agreed.

“Oh, it is,” Jaina said as she felt the desire to return to that life stirring in her stomach. She explained how they left the audience burning with desire and retired to bedrooms to work as prostitutes for the rest of the night.

“You spend the whole dance building a fire inside the audience,” Jaina explained. “By the time the dance ends, they are ready to explode and will pay anything to get to the dancer of their choice. Then they come into your room, and all that pent-up frustration comes pouring out in a furious and passionate torrent of sex.”

“Huh, I wonder if Hannah would like that?” Frank said as he considered the idea.

“Oh, god, please don't tease me,” Jaina panted. “I would faint to see her dancing and stripping on the stage, all the while knowing her body will be sold to dozens of men afterward.”

“Well, you can’t faint,” Frank countered. “You need to be out there dancing with her. She needs a partner for the lesbian sex after you strip.”

It was Jaina's turn to blush as visions of her and Hannah stripping before an audience played through her mind. She saw the moment when they were lost in the dance, and Jaina began masturbating Hannah live before a spellbound audience. Hannah would let out a shuddering cry as she came with all the force of a powerful orgasm, the spray of her honey spattering to the stage. Then Jaina would bend her over, spreading the woman’s pussy to the audience before bending down to eat her as they watched.

“Please tell Roric you want that to happen!” Jaina begged as she grabbed him by the shirt. “Please! I will give you anything!”

“Alright, I need to know the secret of how you brought her to that state,” came a familiar voice as Roric arrived. “I have never gotten her to beg me like that.”

Jaina stepped back and looked down bashfully as Frank explained her fantasy to a silent Roric. Roric leaned in to whisper something and the two men shared a slight laugh before Roric suggested they step to the side. Jaina went to pout, but Roric commanded her to return to dancing. So she resumed, twirling with her hands high as the two masters discussed something just out of earshot. They looked her way several times, and Frank nodded to something after Roric made a strange gesture. They parted with a handshake, and Roric came her way with an unreadable expression on his face.

“What was that about?” Jaina asked as he arrived.

“Just some talk between masters,” Roric said, taking hold of her thin chain. He reeled her in as he moved to his chair, sitting down when she was but a few steps from him.

“You can’t just leave me twisting like that,” Jaina cried. “Were you talking about Hannah and the dance?”

“It may have come up,” Roric replied with a toss of his hand.

“May have come up?” Jaina balked. “You are not going to torture me like this, are you?”

“Slave, your job is to dance, so dance,” Roric commanded as he let go of her chain.

Jaina felt the anxiety from the need to know what they had been discussing. She desperately wanted to argue the point, but he was right; she was a slave, and he owed her no answer. With all the control she could muster, she returned to the dance, swaying her arms as she spun before him. He sat passively, watching her with a hint of admiration. He loved to watch her dance, make love, and even sleep in a woman's arms. He often said that watching her lesbian encounters was just as satisfying as making love to her. She loved it when he watched her because it proved she had taken his wishes for her to heart. Now, she was living the fantasy, chained to his throne to be a sex slave bound to her master's will.

As the day progressed, so did the activity in the camp. Several other lovers of Jaina came to see her, including Rajeen with a bevy of beautiful girls at her side. Jaina danced for them and was joined by several girls, swaying bodies seductively as Rajeen spoke to Roric. They parted with a kiss, and she took her girls away, leaving Jaina to dance alone at the end of the master's chain.

She was allowed a small break to eat and take in some of the fun later that day. Roric told her to enjoy the adventures in the forest and shooed her off while two harem girls took her place.

Jaina ran for the magic doors but then decided to walk and see what mysteries awaited her in the forest. She hurried to the stairs that circled one of the mesas and made her way down, passing several people who looked surprised to see a naked woman going by.

“Are you part of the fun?” one man with a broad smile asked.

Jaina teased him but apologized that she was not available just yet. She encouraged him to enjoy the event and hurried down to the forest floor, where she discovered a ring of colorful wagons. Not wanting to draw more attention, she altered her form to a lovely black dress with a tight corset to highlight her curves. Then she waded into the wagons where a small carnival-like event was going on with games, jugglers, and a small food area. Jaina rushed to a wagon selling fantasy versions of carnival fare and was quickly reminded that she didn't carry money.

“Oh, pooh,” Jaina pouted as she eyed what appeared to be a roast beef sandwich.

“Having trouble,” came a familiar voice as a smiling man with dark hair and fine clothes appeared beside her.

“Santos,” Jaina laughed. “Why do I always run into you like this? Do you follow me around?”

“No, but I do like to get out and explore the goings on around me,” he replied with a bow. “Can I buy you something to eat?”

“Please, would you?” Jaina pleaded. “I don’t carry money.”

“I didn't think you did,” he laughed and encouraged her to get whatever she liked. She loaded up on treats and ordered a red drink that they called ruby cream. Then she settled at a table across from a wagon that encouraged people to use slingshots to topple magical ducks.

“So, what prompted the sudden festival?” he asked as Jaina began to devour food.

“Gisley did,” Jaina said between bites. “She gets more powerful under a full moon, and all three will be out tonight. She wanted to use her power to enchant the entire forest for a few days. Roric suggested that all three moons out at once were rare enough to make a special event. Gisley loved the idea so much we roped Quinny, Umtha, and Evalynn into planning an event at the last minute.”

“So this is all about Gisley then?” he nodded.

“Of course it is,” Jaina laughed. If you saw how those fairy eyes sparkled when the idea came up, you would have moved heaven and earth to make it happen.” He laughed at her comment, and she explained that it was also a good way to relax. They had been under a lot of stress lately and just wanted a reason to relax. He agreed that the kingdom needed a good festival to take the edge off and smiled as she tasted her drink.

“Wow, this is spicy,” Jaina laughed. “Is it laced with cinnamon?”

“I have no idea what it is, but you either love it or you hate it,” Santos said.

Jaina was solidly in the love it camp, but then, what didn't she like? She took a long sip that left a creamy pink ring on her lips, which she used a long tongue to wipe off.

“The girls must love you,” he laughed.

“Oh, they do,” Jaina said with a wicked smile. “They very much do.”

He offered to escort her through the carnival, and she took his arm. They headed off on an impromptu date, going among the game wagons to see what treasures could be won. She wasn't surprised at all to see dolls of the girls, including an entire succubi collection featuring Hannah and her dark angels. There were sexy outfits, panties, and even posters of the girls in provocative positions. Jaina loved it all, but then she spotted a poster of the red devil known as Hannah. She was sprawled out on a bed, one arm barely containing her bare chest, while the tip of her tail just hid the flower between her legs. Her cheeks were blushed as if just having been caught playing with herself, and the look in her eyes was one of pure innocence.

“I want that!” Jaina cried as she pointed to the poster.

“Good luck,” the dwarf woman behind the counter said. “That’s a top prize, and nobody has won it yet.”

Jaina looked over the game, which was a test of skill involving throwing rings over bottles of various colors. There was a single bottle with a golden cap near the center that would award the desired prize.

“Please tell me you have good aim,” Jaina pleaded as she turned to Santos.

“It would probably be easier for me to steal one,” Santos countered.

“I am keeping my eye on you!” the dwarf woman said as she glared their way menacingly. “Now, are you playing or not?”

Jaina used her pleading eyes to get him to put down a few golds and get five rings. He tossed them with amazing skill, using his rogue powers to ring several bottles, but the central one eluded him.

“Sorry, no prize,” the woman laughed.

“Oh, I can’t keep asking you to waste money,” Jaina sighed. “I just wanted a poster of Hannah.”

“Hmm,” Santos said before putting down gold for more rings. He then handed a ring to an unseen person who appeared out of thin air. “Win the lady her prize, will you Faytal?”

Jaina looked surprised as the rogue woman laughed, dancing the ring on her fingertips.

“Was she there the whole time?” Jaina asked.

“I am the guild master of the rogues,” Santos replied. “I never go out in public alone.”

“Okay,” Jaina replied as she watched the woman toss the ring from one hand to the other, easily catching it. “I take it she's good at throwing?”

“Faytal is what we in the business call a bullseye,” Santos replied. “She specializes in throwing small weapons rapidly and with deadly accuracy. I once saw her put six spikes in the air before the first one landed.”

“Give me those,” Faytal said as she took the other four rings. She then turned to the bottles and, with a rapid flick of her wrist, sent the rings flying. One after another landed perfectly on the golden bottle, producing a magical sound.

“Wow,” Jaina cried as Faytal bowed.

“There you go,” Faytal said with a sway of her hips. “Take your pick of the prizes.”

“Dirty rogues,” the dwarf woman grumbled as Jaina ran up and pointed to the poster. She nearly squealed when she collected the treasure, unrolling it to inspect her princess more closely. Santos joked that she had surely seen Hannah much more closely than that. Jaina said she had but there was something special in owning such a lovely picture. She rolled it back up and hooked his arm to wander the rest of the small carnival. When they had visited all the booths and played a silly game where they had to race magical frogs around a track, she parted to wander the forest. Santos took her poster promising to deliver it to Roric's lodge for her to gawk at later.

She looked forward to reaching Chandice to show her the poster but took time to explore everything she found along the way. One side event had players chasing glittering butterflies with nets and being scored based on what colors they managed to collect. It ran in ten-minute increments, and the player with the highest score got special prize tokens that could be redeemed at vendors.

Further down the road, she found a small stage where three harem girls were singing an enchanting song before nearly thirty players. The girls pranced and flirted, blowing kisses to the crowd as they sang songs from the real world.

Jaina passed them by and reached the main road to discover it had been decorated with silver, blue, and purple garlands. They hung in long ropes over the road and were decorated with crescent moons that glittered in various colors. There was a large statue of Gisley before a full moon; her hands cupped before her lips as silver glitter magically blew from them. Anyone who allowed the glitter to fall on them would glow and sparkle for an hour.

Players ran about, leaving trails of glitter in their wake. Some girls even wore butterfly wings in an array of colors that magically flapped. Jaina asked where the wings came from, and they pointed down the road toward the swamp. There was a reward vendor where the wings could be bought for tokens, but the girls warned that they were expensive.

Other players had little glowing fairy pets, that shimmered and danced bought from another vendor. Jaina loved the mood it all set and marveled at how busy the forest was. No matter where she looked, there were a dozen players to be seen. The forest had never been so busy, and she was happy to see it come alive.

Further down the road, she stumbled on a game where a portion of the forest magically darkened like midnight. The rules said that somewhere in the mysterious woods was a lunar fairy, and if you could find her, she would give you a kiss. Her kiss would double all rewards earned in the games for the next four hours. You would also get a special potion of midnight, that allowed the drinker to hide easily in the darkness.

Jaina walked on, waving to a forest girl who came out of the trees with a smiling man on her arm. They had probably just had a lovely encounter, and she was seeing him off before looking for another conquest. Jaina was sure it would be a busy day for the girls, who were reaping the bountiful harvest of men.

She reached the glory hole building to find a long line out the door. Men waited anxiously as the girls inside worked tirelessly to satisfy them all. Jaina paused to wonder if Hannah was inside and felt the urge to check. With this many men, the girls inside would be keeping it short and sweet, finishing the task in a minute.

She used the back door and slipped into the hall reserved for the girls. Jaina paused at the door and carefully cracked it open to peak. To her dismay it was three forest girls, giving it all they had as the men kept coming. She had hoped to find Hannah on her knees, eyes glazed over as she furiously sucked her fortieth cock that hour.

Disappointed, she snuck out the back and used a side trail to avoid being noticed. She was fifty feet down the path when she noticed a tall man standing beyond some dense brush. He was lean and well-muscled, wearing extremely fine mail that glistened in the sunlight. He had on a bronze helm with a red plume down the middle, giving him the appearance of a Greek warrior. What skin she could see was a fine amber tan, as if he had spent long hours under the sun.

Jaina crept closer as the man suddenly punched a nearby tree in anger. His movements were aggravated, and she could hear him as she approached.

“It's not fair!” he cried. “I should never have played this race. Nothing works for me, and nobody wants to try!”

Jaina recoiled as he struck the tree again, sending bark flying with a powerful blow. She wondered what he meant by nothing working for him? When he turned his back, she stepped out of her cover and addressed the man.

“Excuse me,” Jaina called as she moved around the tree. The man reached with a strange lurch and seemed to have trouble turning about. He towered over her as he looked down and frowned.

“Just go away,” he said. “I don’t need more rejection today.”

“Rejection?” Jaina balked as she took in that Greek statuesque chest. What woman in her right mind was rejecting that? Now that she was closer, she could see into the helm and the handsome man inside, with tear-rimmed brown eyes.

“Who on earth would reject you?” Jaina asked as she stood before the brush he was hidden behind.

“Everyone!” the man roared. “Or I can't get into the buildings, use the beds, or even the bondage devices scattered about. I am surrounded by beautiful women, and I can't get to any of them. I am forced to approach them outside, and they take one look at me and flee. It's been so long since I have known the affections of a woman that I am losing my mind.”

“Umm,” Jaina began as she tried to understand. Certainly, he was tall, but all the doorways and buildings were designed with size in mind. Players from the super short Gelflings to the hyper-tall Allurian race would find them accommodating.

“You don’t understand,” he sighed in response to her perplexed expression.

“I am afraid I don’t,” Jaina replied with folded arms. “Why can’t you go inside to the glory hole?”

He growled and stepped through the brush, easily pushing it aside. Jaina stepped back as his full stature was presented before her, and it took her breath away. He was a beautiful and powerful man from the waist up, but from the waist down, he was a horse in a silver chain.

“Ohhhhh,” Jaina said as she took in the sight. “You don’t fit.”

“I don't fit anywhere!” he bellowed. “I thought this race was going to be so fun to play. I can run faster than most for longer than most. I can carry riders, extra equipment, or even a knight. Do you know how long I have looked for a companion that used a spear to ride on me into battle?”

“Has it been hard?” Jaina asked sympathetically.

“Impossible is more like it,” he sighed.

“And you have had trouble finding girls?” Jaina asked as she dared to approach him.

“I was an idiot,” he said as he removed his helm. “I don't know why I thought it, but I honestly thought girls would be more into this. It turns out my size frightens them. I dreamed about finding a woman to be both my knight to carry into battle and lover for when the day's adventure was over. It was a stupid dream.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Jaina insisted as she reached his side to take a hand.

“I heard about this kingdom and the forest of girls that offered men their delights,” he explained. “I hoped I could finally get a little attention, but that's been a waste of time.”

Jaina asked how many girls he had approached, and it had been about a dozen. However, they were not forest girls. Unfortunately, he had come to the forest during the festival and couldn't tell the forest girls from the regular adventurers. She explained the difference and showed him her back to see the tattoo designs.

“So I have been approaching the wrong girls this whole time,” he said, then looked Jaina up and down. “But you are a forest girl?”

“That's right,” Jaina cooed as she touched his chest. And you are not going to be rejected.” The look in his eyes told her all she needed to know. This poor man was desperate, and she was going to ensure that his need was taken care of. By the time she was done, he would be more than satisfied, and perhaps he would stay and find the woman he was looking for.