Princess Hannah of the Jade Harem CH 63

Hannah leaned her head against the wall and panted as the cock slid from the hole. She had done as her master had instructed and returned to the glory hole. Men began to arrive almost instantly, called to the little cottage by a magical means. They were eager to present Hannah with their cocks, and she was hungry to suck them. For five hours, it had been going on nearly nonstop. There had been a few lulls, but for the most part, she had been busy.

Hannah had taken Frank’s command to heart and sucked most of them. There had only been a brief window for about an hour where she pressed her pussy to the hole and let them fuck her. She counted ten cocks during that period leaving her pussy a cum drenched mess.

She returned to sucking, filling her tummy with the creamy gift of dozens of men before she reached another lull. Now, she enjoyed her break as her body trembled from the almost constant use. It allowed her a moment of reflection on who she was and what she was doing. How had she come to be like this when she started so innocent?

“Yeah, right,” Hannah laughed at herself. “Afraid was more like it. You were terrified of playing along with the world because you didn't want to be here.” It was the truth as she looked back to her odd beginning, a woman abducted and thrown into a world she knew nothing about. All she wanted was a way out, and until she found one, she refused to conform or be happy. If women here liked to wear sexy outfits, then she would wear simple dresses. If they wore crowns, she would wear a floppy sun hat. If they chose to fight and battle monsters, she would plant flowers instead. She realized that so much of her early efforts had subconsciously been her desire not to accept the truth of her new reality.

“How did Frank put up with me?” she asked herself. “I was such a pain in the ass.”

She smiled at how she made him leave him home and march across the world just so she could have pizza. It was ridiculous to think about now, but back then, she didn't care. She wanted some measure of normalcy to cling to, and she would find it at any cost. Of course, she could have cost Frank a reset and lost all his graveyard progress in the effort.

“I was so selfish,” Hannah sighed. “I am sorry. I even insisted on growing flowers in your graveyard. I am such a brat.”

She sat on the little bench and rested her head against the wall as she looked at the hole across from her. Now, she was Frank's slave, and his word was law. She smiled to think of him as her master and wondered how much easier things might have been had she chosen this sooner. Of course, she was actually Blackbast's slave girl, but she and all the girls treated Frank as a master. He was the one they bowed to and the one who made them hungry for his attention.

Where Hannah had spiraled down a path of mistakes and stubborn madness, Frank had grown. He went from that little ghoul to a powerhouse that could shatter stone with a single blow. He had become strong, brave, and unflinching in his protection of his girls. They were the lights of his life, and he would do anything to make them happy.

That was why Hannah was here. Frank knew she wanted to walk this path but was too afraid to do it on her own. He had taken charge and commanded her to take these steps, awakening in her a dark and lustful desire that had laid hidden. Maybe it was the crown, the collar, or her mysterious past that drove her to crave these things. None of that mattered to Hannah. All she cared about was the rush that came from obeying her master and the power that doing so unleashed in her.

“But I am a slut,” Hannah said with a slight shrug. “So what?”

She honestly couldn't think of a reason to be ashamed of that. It was a funny contradiction that men so craved her affections, yet by giving them what they wanted, she became a tarnished thing. She earned unglorifying titles like slut and whore, but isn't that exactly what they wanted? She hadn't given it much thought until a recent encounter with a succubus woman named Melody, who chose not to play her role for reasons of her own.

It all came about when Hannah went to Chandice's shop, seeking an enchantment for her whip. Jaina was present when she arrived, and after a little banter, Jaina pressured Chandice into a summoning. Chandice was a warlock and had chosen the class for one reason. She dreamed of being high enough to summon a succubus and bind the woman as her slave. She had shared the dream with her family in their early days but had oddly abandoned it. She had all the slave girls she would ever need, and summoning a succubus wasn't a big desire anymore. Jaina urged her to do it anyway, and Chandice relented, going to a special chamber where she had a summoning circle. Chandice asked Hannah and Jaina to assist with the summoning as other people could contribute to the effort. Jaina saw an opportunity to play a little prank and encouraged Hannah to add a little essence to the effect.

Hannah didn't see any reason why that would cause harm, so she did. It was only a little, hardly enough to make a big change, but something went very wrong. Instead of getting an NPC succubus they got a player instead. The woman was furious at being summoned and horrified that she was expected to provide sexual pleasure to Chandice. The resultant argument only ended when all parties agreed she would not be forced to do anything.

Hannah felt guilty for assisting in uprooting this woman from her home. However, that guilt didn't last long, as the woman took every opportunity to call Hannah a slut and a whore. She was angry that Hannah had embraced the sexual side of her class and didn't hide her feelings. That was also resolved after a heated debate, but it made Hannah stop to think. Why was being a slut so bad?

She understood it from a relationship standpoint. In the real world a man wouldn't want his wife sleeping with other men. Aside from the betrayal of trust, there was the risk of disease or pregnancy. Not to mention, it portrayed the husband as weak.

Here, none of that was a factor. She couldn't get pregnant or sick, and Frank commanded her to pleasure other men. It made him look strong that he had such authority over her, and he could hardly be seen as weak when he slept with a small army of women on a regular basis. Sure, some people still saw it as a betrayal of trust, and they had choice words for her. But in the end, all that mattered was how she and Frank saw it, and they were both happy.

“So why am I bothered she called me a slut?” Hannah asked as she waited. She supposed it was because she wanted people to like her. She was the first person who had shown genuine dislike for her decisions and wasn’t afraid to show it.

Hannah let the thought go when she heard a rustle in the next room. A man had come to use the hole, and she needed the distraction. To her delight, a stiff green cock came through the hole, and Hannah eagerly began to stroke it. She recognized this cock from the other day as the man who had thanked her for her efforts. She appreciated that he had praised her skill and decided to top what she had done for him the last time.

He groaned as she rubbed his cock across her face, licking at the skin with her hot tongue. She had come to love cocks in all their wonderful varieties and was excited every time she saw a new one. It was amazing being behind this wall where she could gaze at every cock and study them. She tested their firmness with her hand, caressed their soft flesh with her lips, and tasted them with her tongue. Each was a new experience and Hannah now loved her role.

She began her sucking at a gentle pace, using some of her powers to magnify his pleasure. She loved to hear the men groan as she sucked them in, and this man was no exception. He moaned and twitched under her careful efforts, his cock rock hard as she tormented him.

She leaned in, pressing her nose to the wall so her lips were inside the glory hole. His cock was in the back of her throat, pressing against her hot skin. She gave him a series of short strokes, using her throat to fuck him, and was rewarded for her efforts with more groans. Then she came all the way back, her tongue caressing him as her lips slid over the tip. She ended with a kiss pressed firmly to the little hole before sucking him back in.

Hannah was enjoying herself as she slowly picked up the pace. She planted one hand on the wall while the other reached low to masturbate. She wanted to relish this moment as she pleasured this man like no one before. Slowly, over the course of minutes, she built him up, then held him at the very edge until he trashed in the maddening desire to finish. Then she took him deep into her throat and resumed the shallowing fucking while allowing him to cum. His deep groan was like the growl of a wild animal as he pumped his load into her stomach. She held him there, his orgasm rolling like waves on a stormy shore as she shared every throb of his orgasm. When it was finally over, he went to pull away, but Hannah reached up and grabbed him firmly.

“Where do you think you're going?” Hannah panted as she stroked his spent cock with a glowing hand. She used her succubus power to restore him to full readiness, turning a spent cock into a rock-hard weapon in seconds.

“What are you doing?” the man cried from the other side as Hannah sucked him back in. This time she was firm and fast, sucking at him as if her life depended on it. Thanks to being a Lilim, she could sense his orgasm and knew exactly when to come off and squeeze to bring him back down. A dozen times, she attacked him, wildly sucking him to the moment before his orgasm, only to pull away and bring him back down. He began to beg her to let him cum, and she rewarded him, allowing his orgasm to finally break free even as she sucked at him firmly. She tasted the sweetness of his cum as it filled her mouth and became a lubricant for her sucking. He struggled to hold on as she prolonged his orgasm, making him cum for far longer than any man would. He begged her to stop this time, and she reached up to grab his cock and stroke him back to readiness.

He mumbled a long train of compliments as Hannah made him hard again. She could tell his mind was blown, which was exactly what she wanted. Still, she wasn't ready to let her plaything go, so she made him hard again and sucked him again.

Now, all she cared about was sharing his orgasm, and she brought him to three in less than two minutes. Her fingers were wet with honey that she used to stroke him back to readiness, pouring her passion pool into her efforts. She could hear him panting on the other side as she made him hard again. This time she got up and turned around, pressing his cock into her pussy before planting her hands. She did all the work, riding his firm green cock as she moaned like a whore. She didn't know what had come over her, only that she needed more and he was going to provide it. She took up a good, firm pace as he groaned from the other side to let her know he was overcome.

It went on for almost three minutes before she couldn't wait any longer. She cried out, forcing him to cum as they shared an orgasm, and her body swelled with his seed. She pressed her pussy to the hole, determined to take his gift as deeply as she could. When the throbbing stopped, she pulled away and dropped to her knees, sucking his cum and her honey from his abused cock. She knew he had enough five orgasms ago, so she let him escape. He stumbled away panting but didn't leave until he could speak.

“I hoped it would be you again,” he panted. “You are amazing. You're the best sex I have ever had, and I want you to have this.”

Hannah looked down as a green hand came through the hole and opened to reveal an equally green gem. It was a large rectangular emerald, cut to perfection and then etched and inlaid with silver to create the emblem of a rose. Hannah adored the gem and quickly plucked it from his grasp to see it closer.

“It’s beautiful,” Hannah gasped, her voice strained. “I love it, thank you.”

“No, thank you,” the man said as he stepped back. “I hope you will be here more often.”

“Oh, yes,” Hannah cried in delight. “I will be about this time every day. Will you come back and see me?”

“I will,” he said as his voice retreated. “Every day.” She lost him as he headed out, stumbling probably. She wondered if she would find him sprawled on the road, too exhausted to go home. That thought made her smile as she held the beautiful gem up and marveled at the intricate beauty of the etching. How had he gotten so fine a silver thread to weave such an intricate flower? She wondered if she could make it into a necklace or some other treasure she could carry with her. It would become a secret symbol of her special relationship with this unknown man.

“I hope other people bring me gifts,” Hannah mused as she turned the gem over in her hand. She smiled to think of how easily her affections were won by people bringing her presents. She had once heard how receiving gifts was some people's love language, and she was sure it was hers.

“Hmm, could I have gems set into my horns?” Hannah asked, considering the idea of decorating her horns with fabulous jewels.

“Hannah?” came a musical voice interrupting her musings. Hannah was delighted to see Gisley enter the door to join her on the bench. The two shared a hug and kiss that Gisley said tasted familiar. Hannah smiled and recounted her hungry attack on her last victim, getting a giggle from the fairy woman.

“I am so happy you joined us,” Gisley said as she leaned into Hannah. “I was afraid to do it at first, but it was so exciting, and people were so nice.”

“All you had to tell me was people would give me gifts, and I would have done it long ago,” Hannah laughed.

“I get lots of flowers and sweet treats,” Gisley said with a smile. “Some people bring them to my lake and leave them on the table. I get love letters from time to time as well.”

“Hmm, I want a love letter,” Hannah replied. Gisley said they were special to her as well, but nobody knew it was Hannah behind the hole. If she was to get letters, they would need to know it was Hannah they were making love to, and they would need a place to deliver them.

“Hmm, I suppose they can’t just drop by the palace,” Hannah agreed.

“Do you think you will ever go open about your role?” Gisley asked. “Or will it always be anonymous sex like this?”

“Well,” Hannah said as she considered her conversation with Blackbast. The feline woman promised that she would start getting men. Once that happened, the secret would be out, and likely quite a few would come seeking her attention. Of course, that wasn't likely to happen too quickly as Blackbast's temple wasn't a brothel. It was more of a special temple where love and fantasy ran wild. It wasn't uncommon for a girl to be paired with a partner and spend all day with them, even sleeping the night in their arms. It wasn't just about sex but more about putting a person at rest and drowning them in comfort.

Of course, sex happened a lot, but so did baths, walks, massages, and other lesser tasks. Girls often brought their charges trays of food and drink before dancing for them while they ate. They sat with them, snuggling close as their partners shared stories of their adventures. It was a social thing that often required a lot of time and couldn't be hurried. If Hannah earned a reputation as one of the temple girls, it wouldn't do a player much good to come seeking her hand. It could take her several weeks to work through a dozen players, and even then, she still had her duties here at the glory hole.

“Hmm,” Hannah said as she saw a flaw in the plan. “If I am locked up in the temple, how am I going to do this?”

“Which would you rather do?” Gisley asked as she played with Hannah’s tail.

Hannah loved the glory hole and knew in her heart she would rather do this. Still, it would be nice to see a man face to face once in a while, and she didn't mind the reputation it would create. She shared that desire with Gisley, who smiled and said that what Hannah needed was a special place in the forest—someplace where she could be alone with her partner to share a moment of passion and then send them on their way.

“My own place,” Hannah replied as she considered the idea. It was a fun notion, but it would be flooded with players once word got out. Gisley argued that they could fix that with a little help from a friend.

“What friend?” Hannah asked with a raised brow.

“The driud,” Gisley said. “If he gave you a place in his magical grove, then the entrance to your home would be hidden. You could hunt for players, lure them back to make love, and magically leave them someplace in the forest. They would never know how to find their way to you; all they could do was hope you came for them again at some point.”

“But then, how do they leave me gifts?” Hannah asked, as a home nobody could find was hard to send mail to. Gisley then had a wonderful idea. She told Hannah how Frank had built a sort of shrine to her in the dungeon. She suggested they make a shrine like that someplace in the forest where players could leave gifts. It could even be magically enchanted, so when they left a gift, Hannah became aware of them. Then, she could choose to reward them for their gift and take them to her magical home. If she wanted, she could even involve her girls, sending them out to collect men and dragging them back to her sexy lair.

Hannah loved the idea, as it actually encouraged people to bring her gifts. She asked Gisley how they would go about doing it, and Gisley suggested they talk to the druid first. Rajeen was the person to do that, as she knew how to contact him. If he said yes and provided her with an easy means to enter and exit his glade, then it was a simple matter of Evalynn creating the shrine and setting permissions.

Hannah was excited, and when a thick gray cock appeared in the hole, she was eager to show her appreciation. Gisley knelt beside her, and together, they took turns sucking, smiling, and kissing as they made love to him and each other. Hannah would pose the idea to the masters later, and maybe, just maybe, the Lovewood would become the magical hunting grounds of Hannah and her dark angels.