Princess Hannah of the Jade Harem CH 70

Hannah landed in the garden, her leathery wings folding as she stood before the temple that was Blackbast's home. She smiled at how it blended into the landscape, thanks to the dense growth of flowers and shrubs that created a garden paradise. Towering statues of golden women flanked a wide expanse of stairs, their naked bodies glistening in the sun.

She made her way up those steps to be greeted by Blackbast, who leaned against an open door, her tail swishing side to side. Hannah smiled and went right to her arms, the two women kissing as their bodies pressed together.

“Did you have a good time?” the feline woman asked in her soft, purring voice.

Hannah nodded and explained it had been a busy three hours. Many had come, and she had pleasured them all, filling her stomach and womb. She went into detail of how she tortured some of them, sucking them to the edge and then refusing to let them cum until they begged. She loved the moans of pleasure that came after a prolonged wait and how some jumped at the sudden release.

Blackbast cradled her and led her inside, asking if any had been special. Hannah nodded and told how her green lover had returned and how she paid him special attention. Blackbast asked who this was, but Hannah didn't know. All she could say was that he showed up almost every day, and when he did, she went out of her way to pleasure him. She even used her powers to restore his vigor so they could make love again and again. Today she counted seven orgasms, three in her mouth and four in her pussy.

“So he knows you well,” Blackbast purred.

“I would say so,” Hannah replied as they passed through the marble hall decorated with silk couches and garden planters. “At this point, I think I have had more sex with him than Frank.”

“And why have you chosen this particular man?” Blackbast asked with a sideways glance.

Hannah had to think a moment on this question before she could deliver an answer. The truth was his cock was a unique color that made him easy to tell from the others. There were a few others like the beast cock that she knew well, but this green man had stuck. She wasn’t sure but there was something familiar about him, and she had just chosen him to be her favorite.

“He even gave me a gem,” Hannah said. “He reached through the hole and said he wanted me to have it.”

“Oh, you have a boyfriend,” Blackbast laughed and steered Hannah toward a nearby couch with silk cushions.

“I don't think of him as my boyfriend,” Hannah balked, but the idea didn't exactly put her off as she sat. Every day she spent at the glory hole was spent hoping he would return so she could make love to him again. She knew the taste of his flesh and cum like she knew a glitter bomb. She could tell his cock by touch alone. A few strokes, and she would know it was him. Even now, it stirred butterflies in her stomach to think of how much she wanted to suck that cock.

“You do remember that as your master, I can feel some of your feelings,” Blackbast reminded as Hannah blushed. “You truly do love to pleasure this man.”

“It’s silly,” Hannah balked as they sat down. “I picked him at random. It could easily have been anyone else.”

“It could have been, but you made your choice, and you have grown fond of him,” Blackbast noted with a pleased smile. “I want you to push your boundaries. The next time you meet, I want you to tell him that you look forward to his visits and hope he keeps coming.

Hannah nodded as her heart raced at the thought of admitting to her stranger that she looked forward to seeing him. She still struggled with the belief that this life was viable and that she didn't need to feel guilty about it. She had Frank's permission and encouragement, but that wasn't truly what was eating her up. It was the lingering belief that she didn't have the right to be happy, and one day, she would understand why.

“So, I assume you have had enough of sex for a bit,” Blackbast began with a glance at Hannah.

Hannah smiled and nodded, but deep down, she wondered if that was possible. She lived in a world where sex was just another form of magic, and every man was perfectly formed, healthy, and well-endowed. Her body would never tire or get sore, meaning the sex could go on as long as her partners could keep the pace. In a situation like that, what reason did she have to stop? The sex could go on from dawn to dusk, provided she had enough partners.

“I suppose I am ready for something normal,” Hannah admitted before musing that this was normal, according to Drellis.

“Your adventurous behavior from the past need not cloud the present,” Blackbast urged as she got up and patted the couch. “Now, lay on your stomach and let me rub you down.”

Hannah smiled and took her place, resting her head on folded arms as firm hands began to rub with great practice. Blackbast was amazing at giving massages, and her claws were perfect for sensual scratching and teasing. She took great care to rub away the tenseness and put Hannah in a state of relaxation. She started with her scalp and went all the way to her feet before taking time to stroke her tail.

“I love having my tail stroked,” Hannah sighed as Blackbast worked.

“I like it as well,” Blackbast agreed as she used both hands to tease the snake-like appendage.

“Everyone should have a tail,” Hannah giggled before stretching. “So, what do you have planned for me today?”

“Well, I told you I would try to have somebody ready for you, but I want to experiment first,” Blackbast replied as she continued to stroke. You and I have memories of our own. Drellis told me that if I can visualize them clearly enough and make it my heart's desire to relive them, you should be able to see them.”

“Oh, right, I asked you to make me wear the collar,” Hannah said. Blackbast nodded and explained that if it was possible to focus on a memory and share it with Hannah, it opened a much greater door. It would mean that if someone she shared a great deal of memories with could be taught the same skill, it could lead to a rapid recovery.

“Like Umtha or Viylah,” Hannah agreed and then considered Frank. Surely they had a ton of shared memories, but he couldn't recall them either, so for now, he was a dead end. She considered the option of Viylah and worried that making the woman aware of who she was might lead to greater problems.

“Maybe we leave Viylah out of our experimentation,” Blackbast said to Hannah's relief. She suggested there had to be many others who knew of her or had memories they could share. Hannah thought of the wizard she had battled for Gwen's kingdom heart. He seemed to know exactly who she was, but he vanished before she could learn anything. For all she knew, he was at Kevin's side telling him she had returned, but then he seemed more interested in helping. He even showed her that there was something called the hand out there somewhere, waiting for her to seek it.

“Anyone else come to mind?” Blackbast pressed.

“No, and I don’t think Umtha is a good choice,” Hannah admitted. “I warned her I would go insane if she told me too much and now she’s terrified of answering my questions.”

“Yes, she has told me she is afraid she will fail you,” Blackbast agreed. “She is taking her vow to keep your secrets as the best way to express her love for you. But that doesn't mean she can't share a memory or two about your love.”

Hannah considered the idea and realized Blackbast was right. What harm would a memory of kissing Umtha cause? Hannah was supposed to remember their love through the goblin crown anyway, so why not try another way? She agreed that it was worth doing, and Blackbast pulled her up. The two went to a bedroom and climbed into bed, kissing and petting until the heat began to rise. Then Blackbast tried to follow the druid's instructions and see a moment from her past. He said that she needed to feel the emotion of that moment so it became vivid enough for Hannah to pick up.

Hannah looked into her eyes with her power to read desire, but all she could see was a cloudy image in a hall or ledge. They tried again, making love as Blackbast tried to recapture the sensation of that moment, but all Hannah got was a snippet of Blackbast in white silks.

“That is what I was wearing,” Blackbast sighed. “But it is hard to recapture that feeling.”

“Why do you think that is?” Hannah asked.

“Perhaps because you and I never made love in the past,” Blackbast guessed. “I don’t think our making love now is the right trigger. That memory was created under great duress while the kingdom was at war.”

Hannah could see how those feelings would conflict and not work to solidify the image. She suggested they try Umtha, and Blackbast agreed. They used the magic door to return to the palace and harem, where it was easy to find the little green creature lying at Rajeen's feet.

Hannah smiled as Quinny, Breanne, and Umtha looked up with bright red eyes, the succubi lounging before their master like pampered pets. Blackbast asked if they could borrow the goblin woman, and Rajeen lamented the loss of one of her beauties. Umtha was whisked away and brought to a room in the palace where the three could be alone. Blackbast then explained what they were trying to do and how Umtha could help. She looked apprehensive until Hannah assured her that she only wanted to see a memory of their love and nothing more. At last Umtha agreed to try and set the scene for the moment she longed for Hannah to remember.

Hannah was surprised to hear that Umtha had initially hidden her love from her, but Hannah had used her powers to pry it out. Umtha then turned her back to Hannah and asked that Hannah hold her. Hannah wrapped her up from behind and closed her eyes. She concentrated on seeing the woman's desire, and suddenly, she was in another place.

“Umtha,” she heard herself say as she watched an image of the pale blue devil known as Hathlisora walk up to the goblin woman, standing at a marble railing as she cried. Hannah watched as she wrapped the woman in a hug from behind and rested her chin on her shoulder.

“Umtha, I should have told you sooner,” Hathlisora said.

“I love you,” Umtha whimpered.

“I know, and I love you too,” she replied. “Frank loves you as well, and we want you to be our wife.”

“You do?” Umtha said as she turned around, her big eyes full of hope.

“Yes, my beautiful goblin queen,” Hathlisora said just before pressing her lips to Umtha's. Hannah felt the power in that kiss as it electrified her soul. When it parted, Umtha looked down, and only then did Hannah notice she was holding the goblin crown.

“But what about this?” Umtha asked as she held it up. “Will you still remember how much I love you?”

“I will never forget,” Hathlisora promised. “Trust me. Just be sure to give me that crown on the day I marry Frank. It will break the lock that holds the memories back. I promise I will remember you and all that we shared.”

Suddenly, Hannah felt like she was falling and jerked back to awareness. She realized she was with Blackbast while Umtha sobbed in her arms.

“Oh, Umtha, I am so sorry!” Hannah cried and hugged her firmly. “I promised it would work, and then it failed. You must have been so disappointed.”

“What did you see?” Blackbast asked as she joined in comforting the poor goblin woman. Hannah explained the memory and the promise she made to never forget their love. Blackbast nodded in understanding and took Umtha to a nearby bed to hold her while she cried.

Hannah paced in turmoil as she now had a much greater appreciation for what poor Umtha had lost. Just as their love had been admitted, it was put to the test. She wondered how much time they had after that moment before it was all erased. Was it days, a week or two, or maybe a few months? How much time had Umtha had to experience the love she wanted before it was snatched away?

Hannah joined them on the bed, but Umtha was calming and smiled with pointed teeth.

“So you remember?” Umtha asked.

“Yes, sweetheart, I remember,” Hannah said and hugged her. “I made you a promise, and I failed.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Umtha insisted.

“No, but the pain you endured because of it makes me hurt for you,” Hannah cried.

“As painful as this moment is, it proves we can access these memories if we are careful,” Blackbast said.

“This is so amazing,” Hannah said excitedly as she felt for the first time that she was gaining ground. She deeply wished Frank could remember something of their past so she could see it and remember it. She pulled Umtha to her chest and promised the goblin woman that she would find a way to get all their memories back. One way or another, she was going to remember their love and spend the rest of eternity reminding Umtha of it.

Blackbast was excited but also at a loss as to who they could try next. Umtha suggested she could go again and try a different memory. Hannah nodded, and the two resumed kissing as Umtha focused on feelings and emotions from the past.

Hannah was on a beach, the moons high above the rolling water and towering cliffs a hundred yards in the background. She knew this place, but the name escaped her now as the loving arms of a woman curled around her. Umtha was beneath her on a blanket, the goblin woman looking up with pleading eyes. They were making love for the first time, creating a powerful memory that Umtha would never forget. Hannah recalled this moment and the hunger that burned between them. She fell on Umtha, pressing their lips together as the waves crashed down the beach. The fire between them grew as Hannah devoured the woman, tasting her body for the first time.

Hannah relived the moment as if it were happening for the first time, but she recalled details, including the surprise that lay in store. Just as they finished making love, a dark figure crouched beside them. A man with dark hair and a boyish smile startled Umtha, but she quickly smiled as Frank joined their lovemaking. He made love to the goblin woman for the first time, declaring her to be his from now on and a part of their family. He took each by the hand and vowed to care for them, becoming their husband but promising a proper wedding if there was time.

“He’s never going to let us have a wedding,” Hannah said as Frank’s smile faded.

“He doesn’t get a say in our happiness,” Frank replied before leaning in to kiss her. In a flash Hannah was back and blinking her eyes as Umtha studied her.

“That was Frank?” Hannah gasped and sat up.

“Yes, before everything fell apart,” Umtha said.

“But how?” Hannah struggled. “I thought he was a ghoul, but he looks the same as the magical figurine that Blackbast gave him.”

“What is this?” Blackbast asked, and Hannah had to explain the dream. She had seen a very human Frank who looked identical to his appearance thanks to the magical statue. Blackbast found that hard to believe, but Umtha insisted that it was him. He had been using a figurine then as well, one that had been given to him by Kevin.

“Wait, Kevin gave Frank a figurine?” Hannah balked. “I thought they hated each other.”

“They didn’t always hate one another,” Umtha corrected. “They used to be friends.”

“Wait,” Hannah said as she blinked. “I remember that!” She had to stand as flashes of other memories began to stir in her head, including one of Frank as a ghoul holding a small white figure. Hannah remembered the moment and how she went to show him something as well. She lost the memory but was left with a profound sense of dread as if that scene hadn't ended well.

“Oh, this is making me dizzy,” Hannah groaned and had to sit on the edge of the bed. “Each memory is triggering other things.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t push this too hard,” Umtha suggested as she sat up to rub Hannah’s shoulders. “What if something you aren’t supposed to remember comes back?”

Hannah had to admit that there was no telling what might be triggered. Blackbast proposed the theory that the more memories they brought back through the use of reading desires, the more she might remember overall. If they could recover enough fragments, it might break down the walls holding the rest back.

“I don’t want you to do that,” Umtha pleaded.

“Umtha, you promised not to tell me everything too quickly,” Hannah reminded me. “But I am supposed to remember it all eventually. Do you have any idea how slow or long that is supposed to be?”

“No, you never told me,” Umtha said. “I always assumed you would know once you put on the crown.”

“Right,” Hannah said, looking up as if trying to see her head. She lifted a hand and, with a command word, created a hole in the air. She reached into it and pulled the goblin crown from the buffer, turning it over in her hands.

“What are you doing?” Blackbast asked as Hannah lifted it to her head.

“Maybe it will work now,” Hannah said with a shrug and placed the crown on her head. Instantly, the green gem that acted as a third eye opened in her forehead as the band became a part of her skull. Now, she had three smaller pairs of horns forming a ring around her head with the larger curled horns flanking it. With a bit of concentration, she ended the disguise she wore, and instantly, she was the pale blue woman with red eyes seen in the vision. Now her larger horns were a metallic brass, creating a halo-like image over the back of her head.

“I swear I have seen this before,” Blackbast said as she beheld Hathlisora’s true image.

“I have, too,” Umtha said as she moved off the bed to get a better look.

“You both knew me before,” Hannah reminded.

“But you never had the goblin crown on,” Blackbast reminded. “Now that I see it all together, I can't help but think it means something.”

“There is something hauntingly familiar about it,” Umtha agreed while using her tail to scratch at one of her long, floppy ears.

Hannah moved to a mirror to see the image of the horns and what was so special about them. The pair in front were little more than fangs with a slight curl. The second set was a little longer and more curled with the third even longer still. They created a path across her head to the metallic ring of horns created by Hathlisora’s crown. It was like a gate on the top of her head, leading to a world beyond her ability to see.

“I don’t feel anything about it,” Hannah said as she touched the horns. “It just looks symmetrical.”

“It’s at the tip of my mind but I can’t recall it,” Umtha said as she joined Hannah at the mirror. “And I never saw you wear it before I gave it to you at the wedding, so it must mean something else.”

“I am intrigued by this,” Blackbast agreed. “Because I swear this is important somehow, but I, too, can't seem to recall it.”

“Great, I can’t even share a memory without it creating more mysteries,” Hannah sighs.

“Oh, don't be so put off,” Blackbast urged as she joined the girls, and all three looked at the reflection. “We are an amazing family of women, loving, sharing and being best friends. We have the most amazing man as our leader, and the other men in our lives are wonderful. Now we know there is a way to get to some of your memories safely, so we have much to be grateful for.”

“You're right,” Hannah said as she smiled and observed her pale skin. “I like this look but am afraid to be seen in it. I don't need to help people recognize who I am.”

“No, and if word got out, it would race to the north,” Blackbast agreed. “Better to be the red succubus or that lovely blend of the devil and your blond-haired form you have sparingly used.”

“I like that one too, but Frank loves the red skin and hair,” Hannah laughed.

“I love you no matter what you look like,” Umtha said as she lay her head on Hannah’s shoulder. “And I am so glad you have a couple of memories of us.”

“I am so sorry about my promise,” Hannah replied as she put an arm around the succubi. “It must have been so painful to see the crown fail.”

Umtha nodded, but Hannah held her tightly and assured her that one day, she would remember it all. For now, they would return to the temple to begin another task, and maybe Blackbast would locate a guest or two for Hannah to entertain.