JTSS 1-186

Jaina moaned as she rocked on the rustic bed, the strong lizard man that lay atop her pressing hard into the sex. She relished the time she spent with Zorrak and was grateful that they had found many hours to be together over the last week. After all, this was her boyfriend and lover, and she wanted to make sure he never forgot that. In some ways it was funny that Roric allowed her a boyfriend. She supposed it was because of the unique circumstances that brought Zorrak into her life and the great respect the man paid Roric. He was under no illusion that Jaina belonged to Roric first and foremost and never even suggested otherwise.

She threw her head back as her hands tightened on his arms. Her body shook in what was perhaps her tenth orgasm since they started, and she knew it was only the beginning. That thought made her think of Hannah and how Frank had considered power-leveling her. If they could find a man who could make love to Hannah for an hour or two at a time, she would earn a considerable amount of XP.

“Oh, Zorrak!” Jaina cried as she writhed under his efforts. “Oh, this feels so good!”

“I am glad to see you more often," he replied, resting his head on hers. I miss you sometimes."

“I am sorry I can’t be here more often,” Jaina replied. “It’s just been a whirlwind of changes and problems lately.”

“I heard about the attack on the harem girls,” Zorrak said. “I can’t believe somebody was after you like that.”

Jaina wondered if he knew the deeper details about the odd plan to harvest magical components from the girls. She asked, and he was shocked by the revelation. Jaina went on to say they had captured the woman involved, but she turned out to be under a compulsion, so they dealt with her lightly. Currently, she was Rajeen's unofficial ward, while the woman considered what to do next.

“How do you just forgive people like that?” Zorrak asked.

“It’s easy when you’re around Hannah,” Jaina replied. “She sees the good in people, even when it’s near impossible to find.”

“I heard she fought somebody over the rooftops, setting half the city on fire in the process,” Zorrak replied.

Jaina wanted to laugh at how embellished that story had become. True, there had been a rooftop battle, but only one building had been damaged by fire. Zorrak shared a few more rumors he had heard, causing Jaina to laugh between moans. Rumor had it half the harem had been killed, and some girls were still unaccounted for. Hannah had apparently fought off a small team of hunters and, in the process, lost her clothes.

Jaina commented that the clothes part was true, as Hannah's glorious breasts had been exposed in the fight. She then cried out as Zorrak pushed hard, groaning as he forced her to share his orgasm. The two came as one, their bodies alive with sexual power as she received the gift of his seed. Her arms wrapped around his back to hold on as he slowed, giving them time to recover. It had been too long since she played her role properly. Roric was so busy with harem business that he wasn't pressing her boundaries or giving her new challenges. She missed the days when he commanded her every step, and she was put to tasks that made her blush. She longed to be pressed further as Hannah was being pressed, made to serve a role she found both exciting and taboo.

“What are you thinking about?”Zorrak asked.

“Just that I wish Roric would put me to use more," Jaina replied. "Since this whole Jade Harem thing formed, he's been very busy."

“What you are building here is amazing,” Zorrak said. “I have never heard of a place like this anywhere.”

“Really? Not even in the north?" Jaina asked, finding it hard to believe nobody else had created a pleasure home. Zorrak admitted he hadn't traveled far into the north because of hostility to monster players. Still, he had spoken to many people and not once had he heard even a rumor of this. Jaina was mystified by that. She knew for a fact that the silken princes were in the north and surely they had plush regions with a more adult manner. But then, she had never heard anyone suggest they did. All she knew was that slavers in the north collected their pets and hoarded them in private collections. She wondered if people were so paranoid and power-hungry that they found it difficult to be open. She didn't understand it, but then a lot of things that happened didn't make sense. Some people seemed far too focused on keeping control of a world that had no known limits.

“I have to wonder why some people are so insistent on power and control,” Jaina remarked.

“I once spoke to an elf who said he had originally been an orc player," Zorrack began as he rolled off and pulled Jaina to his chest. "He said he had arrived in one of the earliest groups to complete the training. The world was chaotic because nobody understood their roles. Monster players regularly attacked settlements, and hero players raided their lairs to wipe them out."

“Monster players used to be that aggressive?” Jaina asked in surprise.

“That's what he told me," Zorrak said as he began to rub Jaina's waist. "He called it the Wild West days but said the real separation of power came when some players reached high levels. Once a few people reached this point, they began to enforce rules on everyone else. Players suddenly found themselves being reset in accidents that laid waste to entire cities or destroyed graveyards."

“Accidents,” Jaina repeated as she doubted that was what they were. She recalled how a creature of fire had been summoned to burn an entire town to ash just to try and reset her. The gap in power between those of high level and the lower masses was extreme. It only made sense that they would abuse the disparity in power to ensure the bulk of players never rose to challenge them.

Zorrak’s friend claimed that once a few powerful kingdoms were established they would fight wars that routinely rest masses of players. Jaina assumed the leaders of these kingdoms were probably working together to keep their subjects in line. It sounded horrible, but it came to a head when the necromancers tried to change things and provoked a massive war.

“Hmm, Hannah is sure that war started because of Hathlisora,” Jaina said.

“I don’t know anything about that,” Zorrak replied.

“It's just something Hannah dug up," Jaina replied. "She used to be a necromancer, and because of that, she was exposed to much of their lore. They were helping a woman named Hathlisora with several projects, and Hannah has a lot of evidence that this angered Kevin."

“Hmm, maybe she was part of the plan to change things,” Zorrak suggested.

Jaina shrugged as she did her best not to dwell on it. The chaos surrounding Hannah and her alter ego was too big for Jaina to comprehend. All that mattered now was that Zorrak had reinforced the belief that the powerful players kept the weaker ones trapped in low levels. If that was the case, then it made sense why monster players had to be persecuted and kingdoms like Frank's stamped out. They were encouraging monster players to settle so hero and monster could level together, rising to ranks the powerful wanted to prevent. They were building a paradise for players looking to rise above the level of fifty. It was also a paradise of transparency, with Hannah making a personal and emotional connection to the players through her speeches. The people loved a pair of monster players and saw them as honest and noble. Hannah took that to a new level by singing to the people at dawn and dusk, then flying above their heads as flower petals rained down. She had all sorts of nicknames now, like the queen of hearts, the flower princess, and the princess of love. Frank was seen as a symbol of strength and wisdom thanks to his wise implementation of the guilds and encouragement of monster players. Hannah was the city's mother, the compassionate caregiver who wanted them all to feel loved. It was a magical combination that turned players into devoted followers, and that had to be making people nervous.

“I hope this dream isn’t about to end,” Jaina said as she curled to his chest. “So many people are afraid of what is happening here.”

“Nobody has acted against it so far," Zorrak pointed out, then sighed. "Unless you count that attack on the harem."

“Let’s not talk about it,” Jaina said as she ran her cheek on his chest. “I just want you to love me and tell me it’s going to be okay.”

“It’s going to be,” Zorrak insisted. “I have never known a place like this.”

“It is special," Jaina said with a smile, then ran a hand up his side. "So, you want to go back to the glory hole?"

“Why are you so insistent on my using that?" Zorrak asked. "I have you right here to take care of that need."

Jaina smiled and kept her tongue, not wanting him to know her secret. Hannah had been at the glory hole all week, sucking cock and pressing her pussy to the whole. Jaina had taken Zorrak to the hole three times and stood at his side as he exclaimed how hot the sucking was. Jaina never told him that it was Princess Hannah that was sucking his cock. Instead she kept quiet and enjoyed the moment as he was pleasured.

“I suppose you do," Jaina relented, running a hand along his firm, scaly chest. "So, aside from building, what do you do all day?"

“I explore the swamp mostly,” he replied. “There are lots of places hidden in the reeds or even below the surface.”

“Below the surface?" Jaina questioned, and he nodded. He told her about a series of underwater caves and a few hollow mounds that were the lairs of a marsh creature known as a bullyvarg. He described it as a giant frog with sharp teeth and seven eyes. It hunted from below the water's surface, using its long tongue to grab and then drown the unwary.

“I never thought to look below the surface,” Jaina admitted. “I wonder what treasures have been lost in the mud.”

“I have found a few old rafts and what I think is the ruins of a tower," Zorrack explained.

“A tower?" Jaina asked, and he confirmed it was deep in the upper swamp, barely visible anymore above the surface.

“Can you get inside it?” Jaina asked, now very curious.

“I never tried,” he replied.

“I wonder if we could explore it later," Jaina said as she rolled to her back. The man beside her leaned over her body as she looked deep into his eyes. He looked like something from a video game, with a lizard's head, large eyes, and a mouth full of jagged teeth. Still, he was a man, and he had a noble heart, so Jaina loved him. She reached up to wrap her arms around his shoulder, smiling, when suddenly they heard a shout.

“What was that?” Jaina asked as they bolted up to hear trees groaning and a woman cursing.

“Somebody has stepped into one of my traps,” Zorrak replied and hurried to his leather pants. He hopped in a hurry to get dressed as Jaina walked by, causally using her mimicry skill to fake a simple blue dress.

“I love being me,” Jaina laughed as she reached the door.

“Very funny," he replied, following her onto the wooden walkways that made up his swamp home. The ramp to the shore was just a dozen steps ahead, and someplace beyond, they heard the angry sputtering of a woman. Zorrak showed Jaina where his trap was, and sure enough, a human woman in red robes was suspended from a net some ten feet from the ground. Her hair was dark, but her skin was unnaturally fair. She struggled to free a staff that had her pinned to one side.

“Ohh, you caught me a playmate,” Jaina laughed.

"I don't think that's what she is," Zorrak replied, heading for a tree where a carefully concealed rope would release the net. "I will get you down in a second," he called as the woman spun helplessly.

"Who puts a trap in the middle of the forest?" the woman called as Zorrak worked to untie the rope.

"Hey now," Jaina said as she walked up to meet the woman's gaze. "You need to mind your manors; you're our prisoner, after all."

“I am not!” the woman protested.

“Jaina, maybe we shouldn’t play that game with her,” Zorrak called as the rope came free.

“Why not?” Jaina asked. “She’s in the Lovewood, trapped in our net. She should know what that means.” Jaina couldn’t help but smile as the woman’s blush was almost as red as her robes. It reminded her of Hannah in the early days and how easily shocked she was.

“I wasn't looking for," the woman stuttered as the net lowered. "I mean, I didn't think those rumors were true."

“Oh, they're true, alright," Jaina said as she waited for the net to arrive at her feet. "But nobody will force you to do anything you don't want. If you want to play along, now is your chance to say you surrender."

“Wait, that sort of thing really happens here?" the woman asked as Jaina helped her untangle herself.

“All the time,” Jaina said. “I bet there are at least a dozen girls having sex in this forest as we speak.”

“I didn't see any," the woman said, then froze as she looked at Zorrak, his scaled body shirtless and rippling with muscles. I didn't know there were men; I mean, I didn't think that was true."

“Are you having trouble thinking?” Jaina laughed and leaned onto Zorrak’s chest, running a hand up it. “Or are you dreaming about this?”

“Jaina, maybe we could ask her name at least?” Zorrak suggested.

“Ambersal,” the woman replied, then cleared her throat and stood tall with staff in hand. “Ambersal Silverwind, the red wizard.”

“Is that a token thing?" Jaina asked. "Didn't the wizards have colors?"

“I don’t recall any of them being red,” Zorrak replied. “It’s sound more like a dungeons and devils thing.

“Yes, the red wizards of Thurn,” Ambersal agreed. “I kinda modeled myself after them.”

“Weren’t they evil?” Zorrak asked.

“Umm, sorta,” Ambersal replied with a small smile. “But then I am not what I appear to be.”

“You look normal to me,” Jaina said as she took in the woman a second time.

“That’s because I have you two under a glamour spell,” the woman admitted.

“I didn’t feel anything,” Jaina laughed. “I don’t even know what that is.”

“It’s a kind of suggestion spell,” Zorrak replied. “We are seeing her as she wants us to see her.”

“So, you don’t look like this?” Jaina asked in surprise.

“Not exactly," Ambersal said as she began to twist. "But since we are talking about rumors. I heard that monster players were welcomed here. Is that true?"

Jaina took a hard look at the woman who was undeniably human and wondered why she would be asking such a question. Glamour or not, there was nothing monster about her, so why was she nervous?

“Are you saying you're a monster player?" Zorrak asked.

“Aren’t you?” Ambersal replied. “She’s obviously human, but you can’t be anything but a monster.”

“Umm, I am not human," Jaina corrected. "And yes, monster players are not only welcomed in this kingdom but also treated special. There is a monster guild in the city where you can register. If you do, you will be given a noble title and a small portion of land."

“A noble title?” the woman asked. “Why?”

“Prince Frank and his beautiful and deadly wife, Princess Hannah, devised a way to make life better for monster players," Jaina replied. By giving you a title, you become a member of the court, and so long as you die inside the kingdom, you won't reset."

“I could go anywhere inside the kingdom without risk?” the woman gasped as the concept washed over her.

“Yes, but you have to register and agree to some rules,” Jaina said.

“And you're both monster players?" the woman asked, looking hard at Jaina.

Jaina nodded as her skin turned gray and her form became fluid. She melted into a blob that shifted and flowed before the woman.

“I am a slime-type monster," Jaina said. "The prince is a ghoul, and every one of his wives is a succubus or worse."

“He has multiple wives?” the woman asked.

“This land is ruled by a group of slave masters who belong to the Jade Harem," Zorrak answered. "The prince is a master, and Princess Hannah is one of his many slave girls."

“So, this land is ruled by monster players with harems?" Ambersal asked.

“It is indeed," Jaina said as her form recollected, rising to re-assume her human shape, minus any clothing. The woman smiled slightly at Jaina's naked body, then stepped back.

“Well, I am very pleased to make your acquaintance," Ambersal said more confidently. "I suppose there is no need to hide what I am any longer." With that, her body shifted as if drenched in light, her hair becoming longer, thicker, and dark as midnight. Her eyes became amber with dark slits as her lips took the red of a rose petal. The robe was replaced by bronze shoulder plates held on by chains that crossed her stomach. Her ample breasts were barely contained by bronze cups that were decorated with snake-like patterns. The fair skin gave way to a deep amber tan with black tiger stripes on her sides and stomach. Around her waist was a golden belt, but what was below made Jaina gasp.

“A naga," Zorrak said in surprise as the long-scaled, snake-like body coiled before them.

Ambersal rose up, her arms wide, as she held her staff and smiled politely.

“I am Ambersal, the naga wizard,” she said. “And I have come to make my home where my kind are welcomed.”

“She's beautiful," Zorrak gasped as he looked at her in awe. The woman smiled and moved his way, coiling about him as she came right up to his face.

“I never expected to find a reptilian man waiting for me as well," she added before using a finger to tickle his chin. "As I recall, you two captured me. I am afraid I will have to surrender to your will and earn my freedom.”

Jaina smiled as the woman leaned in to plant a kiss on Zorrak's cheek. It was no wonder she was immediately attracted to him. His scaled body made him more like her than a human. She probably found him pleasing to look at, especially without his shirt so that his powerful frame could be seen.

“Well," Jaina said as she dared to run a hand along the woman's lower tail. "It appears we have a prisoner to train. We can take her to the village and sell her off for good coin when we are done with her."

“Ha, you don’t really do that, do you?” Ambersal laughed.

“I think it would be more exciting if we didn’t tell you,” Jaina teased.

“Well, then, I guess I will have to twist in anticipation," the woman said in a pleading tone as she uncoiled to turn to Jaina. "But you wear a slave collar. Did he buy you from this market?"

“He won me as a reward from my master,” Jaina replied as she reached up to take the woman’s face in her hands. “Not afraid to play with girls?”

“I like a good girl just as much as a man,” Ambersal said with a broad smile, their lips inches apart.

Jaina planted a kiss and drew her in, feeling the strange sensation of being wrapped in a powerful serpent’s embrace. When the kiss parted, she laughed and asked why every woman in this world was either a lesbian or bisexual.

“Why limit our options?” Ambersal replied as she turned back to Zorrak. “So, I surrender.”

“You are too beautiful for me," he whispered, unable to take his eyes off her.

“Oh, I like him,” Ambersal giggled.

“You have the poor man smitten," Jaina laughed before snapping her fingers before his face. "Zorrak, wake up. She's offering to make your fantasies come true."

“Zorrak,” she repeated. “I like the name.”

“Oh, goodness, where are our manners?" Jaina cried and introduced herself. She introduced Zorrak and even shared the story of how they met and how he rescued them later. She was impressed by his bravery, which only intensified her desire to have him. Jaina finally managed to bring him around long enough to lead them away.

She took them into the forest to a small marble temple resting in a secluded valley. As it was the Lovewood, there was a bed in the center, inviting the three to shed their inhibitions. Jaina climbed in with Zorrak as Ambersal curled around them, surrounding them with a body of scales. She then discarded her scant armor and fell on them, their bodies coming together as one.

Jaina left them to kiss as she worked her way down the woman's stomach with her tongue. She was hungry to know where this woman's pussy was and eagerly sought it below her belly button. To her surprise, it was concealed in a pinch of scales that opened up to reveal a lovely pussy of soft pink skin and silken honey. Jaina wasted no time in pressing in, her tongue stroking the tender flesh as she began to eat from the woman's body.

Ambersal groaned into the kiss she shared with Zorrak, his strong arms around her back. She worked at the kiss with great hunger, their tongues dancing in his mouth as Jaina tormented her below. Jaina pressed hard into the woman's body, tasting her flesh and honey as she feasted on her favorite food. She loved to eat pussy, and a new woman was like a rare treasure. She wanted to feed on that body until it gave up its power, flowing with the sweet nectar of an orgasm. At the same time, her hand reached for Zorrak and began stroking his cock, getting him ready for their coming union.

Jaina's mind was a blur as she licked and sucked, spending several minutes building the woman up. Zorrak was rock hard in her grasp when Ambersal finally let out a long trembling wail, and her pussy ran wet with the sweet reward of Jaina's labor.

“Ohhhh! Your slave girl is so good at this!” Ambersal cried as her head was thrown back.

"She loves to eat pussy," Zorrak explained. "She likes women far more than men."

“OH, I can see that,” the serpent woman panted. “Can I buy her off you? I want her to do this all day and night.”

Jaina fought the urge to smile as she lapped up the woman's sticky gift taking extra care to tease her tender clit. Zorrak had to explain that Jaina was his girlfriend and not his slave girl. He didn't have the right to sell her and doubted Jaina's master would. Ambersal looked sad but shook as Jaina kept feasting. Then she looked down to see the firm cock in Jaina's hand, and she bent low, her body easily flexing like a serpent.

Jaina heard Zorrak groan as the snake woman’s lips wrapped around his cock. Jaina held him straight, stroking the base as their new friend sucked him firmly. Jaina kept up the tension on Amersal's pussy, using her shape-shifting powers to stretch her tongue and go deeper.

“Oh, god! How are you doing that!" Ambersal cried as her lips came away. She quickly sucked Zorrak back in, desperate to devour him, as Jaina drove her over the edge a second time. The woman groaned on the cock in her mouth as Jaina made her flow with honey. As much as she wanted to keep eating the delicious woman, there was something she wanted to see more.

She pulled away and crawled up, taking the woman’s from Zorrak’s cock. Their lips came together in a dance of passion and lust as Jaina pushed her to the side and turned her on her back. Their lips never parted as hands clutched at firm breasts in a desire to please. Zorrak took his cue and rolled over, climbing over the woman’s waist to find the trembling pussy, running wet in anticipation.

Jaina felt the woman tense as his cock slid in, testing the depth of the body that was his to have. She poured all her tension and power into the kiss she shared with Jaina as Zorrak claimed his prize. Jaina felt the woman's body coiling and twisting as Zorrak's powerful cock pressed deep into her sacred space. It went on for nearly ten minutes, with Ambersal writhing in orgasms. It finally came to a head when Zorrak picked up his pace, determined to breed her like a proper slave.

Jaina held her tight as the power built and the snake woman lost control. She cried in delight and condemned herself for not coming here sooner as Zorrak finally made her his. Jaina set her deep into the bed, stroking her head as the woman panted.

“Welcome to the kingdom,” Jaina said before kissing her forehead. “Welcome home.”