Princess Hannah of the Jade Harem CH 21

This chapter takes place in tandem with Jaina, the sex slave chapter 148. It is the same chapter from Hannah’s point of view.

Hannah studied the board as Chandice considered her next move. The two were locked in battle over a game of chess as Roric sat with his two loyal gnoll women. Mirandi and Lilic were NPCs created to be his personal attendants. They treated him more like a husband and the slave girls like children. The two women ensured the girls were fed and cared for as their husband's prized possessions. Only Chandice was treated differently, more like their mistress, the chief wife of their husband. They attended to her like Quinny, Breanne, and Umtha did to Hannah.

“So, you finally had sex with a guest?” Chandice asked as she moved a pawn. “How do you feel about it?”

Hannah smiled as she recalled her first act of service. It was hard to articulate how she felt, the rush of sexual tension, the trembling as her breath escaped in short pants. She explained the moment she stopped being a sex slave and became a whore instead. She tried to describe the feel of a stranger's cock penetrating her pussy and how the tension grew with every thrust. Once he had cum inside her, she knew there was no going back, and she was alright with it. Strangely, she wasn't ashamed; she was more excited that she would be able to tell her masters she had obeyed them.

“You are a very good slave girl,” Roric said from his throne. “And we are proud of you.”

“Yes, you have grown into a devoted slave and whore,” Chandice agreed. “Your masters are going to put that hot pussy to good use throughout the kingdom.”

“It will be useful for establishing contacts with other kingdoms as well,” Roric added. “Bartering sex with the kingdom’s princess will open many doors.”

Hannah blushed deeper as they discussed all the ways she could be used to barter with sexual favors. She could hardly focus on her game as Jaina entered the room, looking somewhat nervous.

“Umm, Hannah,” Jaina began as she approached. “I hate to bother you, but there is something you need to deal with right now.”

“Is something wrong?” Hannah asked as she looked up from the board, noting the evasive way Jaina had phrased her comment.

“Not wrong,” Jaina said with a strained smile. “Just something you need to know, and I am not the one to tell you.”

Hannah wasn’t sure what to make of that as Chandice pointed out the comment had been cryptic and wanted to know what Jaina was dancing around. Roric seemed interested, too, as he looked up with a hint of concern in his eyes. Jaina sighed and assured them she was only being evasive because it was a sensitive matter, and she had promised only to share it with Hannah. She then assured her masters that she or even Hannah would tell them everything once Hannah had understood.

“Alright,” Hannah said as she got up, not wanting this tension to go on any longer. “Now you’re making me nervous.” She didn’t like how Jaina wanted the details to remain secret, even from Chandice and Roric, who were her masters.

“Well, our game can wait,” Chandice said as she folded her arms. “I suggest you see what terrible problem Jaina thinks you must solve.”

“It really is important,” Jaina pleaded, taking Hannah by the hand. “It’s about Annasara. She wants to talk to you.”

“Oh, what’s so strange about that?” Hannah asked as they hurried out. “I tried to seduce her earlier, but she ran away like I had the plague.”

“Yeah, she wants to apologize for that and explain why she did it,” Jaina replied.

“I still fail to see why this is so important,” Hannah said but shrugged as they headed for the magic doors. Whatever Annasara's problem was, she was sure it would soothe away with a little hot sex. She smiled to think that was what they were about to do. The woman would be waiting at the temple where Hannah and Jaina would make love to her together. She tried to imagine the flavor of that lovely elvish pussy and how the woman would moan once Hannah had her tongue inside.

Jaina asked Hannah to trust her as she hurried them through the magical doors until they reached Blackbast's temple. The urgency that Jaina was pushing on Hannah made her wonder if this wasn't a social call. Was there something wrong with Annasara? Was the woman in danger or even afraid of something? They hurried to a private room, and Jaina threw open the door to pull Hannah inside. Once in, Jaina shut the door and securely bolted it, locking them in with the elf woman who stood by the bed.

Annasara looked terrified of this confrontation, her hands locked together as she made eye contact with Hannah. Jaina walked between the two and broke the silence by declaring that Annasra needed to just tell Hannah what was going on.

“Tell me what?” Hannah asked as she studied the beautiful elf woman. There was a trembling on her lips as she worked to articulate what needed to be said. Hannah struggled to think of what would so bother this woman that she couldn't speak openly. Was it because she was the princess and she felt intimidated? “Annasara, you don’t have to be intimidated by me. You can tell me anything.”

“I am afraid that your words are spoken carelessly,” Annasara said as she stood tall, suddenly taking on an air of strength and nobility. “You do not understand the scope of the situation.”

“Ha, you sound like my mother,” Hannah laughed and looked at Jaina, who was making a tense face. A spark of insight flashed before her eyes as she saw Jaina nod that Hannah had just spoken the truth. Lines of logic fell into place as she suddenly saw a good reason for the woman’s unwillingness to make love and her tenseness now.

“Wait,” Hannah stopped and began looking between the two women. “Please tell me the conclusion I am jumping to is absolutely wrong.”

“Why does it need to be wrong?” Annasara said as she folded her arms in a display reminiscent of a woman she knew well.

“Oh, you have to be kidding me!” Hannah groaned and turned on the elf woman who held her head like a Queen holding court. It was obvious now, and a sick feeling passed through her stomach as a hundred memories of what she wanted to do with that elf woman replayed in her mind. This was her mother, Queen Gwen, using the magic of the slave collar to hide who she really was. It was the reason Hannah had originally worn the collar because it gave her master to ability to make cosmetic changes. With the press of a few options, she had been completely disguised so that not even her closest friends would recognize her. Now her mother used the same trick to play in the temple as a whore to her own kingdom.

“What are you doing here?” Hannah demanded as her nausea passed.

“I could ask you the same question,” Gwen replied.

“I am here because my masters said I needed to serve,” Hannah countered, stating the obvious. “Unless you have a master you have been keeping secret, I fail to see how we compare.”

“Hannah, you’re not being fair,” Jaina cut in. “She came here because her life makes her lonely. She can’t easily open up to romantic relationships because too many people abuse them to gain access to her power. You saw what happened last time. Her kingdom heart was stolen, and she languished in ruin for years.”

Hannah sighed and looked away, pacing irritably. She could not deny what Jaina had said. Months ago, she found Gwen trapped in her kingdom as her power waned. The poor Queen had dared to share her heart with a man who manipulated her and stole her symbol of power. It was known as her kingdom heart, and without it, Gwen couldn't rule her land or maintain her power. When she implored her neighbors for help, they mocked her and left her to rot, seeing this as an opportunity to be rid of a thorn in their sides. Even the great noble lords of the north abandoned her to her fate, but then Hannah came along and set everything straight. It was why Gwen made Hannah her daughter and princess, but it was also a cautionary tale. Gwen could not afford to trust another with her heart again. Her once friends had revealed themselves as vipers, and she couldn't trust anyone but Hannah and Frank.

Now that Hannah thought about it, she realized how lonely and isolated Gwen was. She was a woman, after all, and as such, had the same needs Hannah had. It made sense that she might see Blackbast's temple as a way to fill those desires discreetly while nobody knew who she was. Still, that left one question in Hannah's mind. If sex was so important to Gwen, why not turn to her husband?

“Why not make love to Finneous?” she asked. Finneous was the strange and secretive man who seemed to be helping but carried a dark secret. That secret was that he betrayed his friends and allies by helping the goblins during the goblin wars. He even rescued Umtha from a paladin hunting party and fled with her south, where they parted ways. When Gwen wanted to make Hannah a full-blood daughter, she had to first meet the requirement of being married. She married Finneous out of the need to fulfill the requirement, but there was never any relationship between them. Gwen reminded them as much and insisted she wouldn't have a relationship with him, but she didn't say it with much conviction. Hannah understood that Finneous was no better than any other man. She couldn't trust any of them, leaving her trapped in a sexless life.

“So you came here to do what? Have cheap sex?” Hannah asked.

“Is that so hard to believe?” Gwen asked. “Tell me, are you really doing this just because your masters commanded, or have you grown fond of feeding the desire every woman has?”

“I…” Hannah began, then choked back her words. Was she really serving in the temple solely because she had been commanded to? Blackbast had once told her that a slave's heart burned from within and not without. If she didn't enjoy the act of submission, she would grow to resent her masters and the commands they gave her. Hannah held no resentment at all and looked forward to obeying their commands. She did enjoy the sex and the tension it brought her, hoping her masters would insist she take it further.

“I suppose I am fond of it,” she admitted. “I will even admit I love it, but this is quite a shock. Do you have any idea how many times I entertained dirty thoughts about you?”

“You are welcome to share some of them,” Jaina prodded.

“Silence, harlot,” Hannah quipped, using the name Chandice often rebuked Jaina with. Jaina laughed and accused Hannah of sounding like Chandice, then suggested they get over the shock and talk.

Hannah agreed and moved to sit on the bed as Gwen joined her, the two holding hands as they admitted the truth. Gwen always dreamed of being a queen but never imagined having to do it alone. Hannah and Frank were the bright spots of her life, a family she desperately wanted to have. But she was terrified to take a king and share her power, not when so many people sought a way to destabilize her. How could she trust her heart to know which man was worthy after her last disaster proved her judgment to be so poor? She was lonely and starved for sex. She admitted to considering using NPCs, but what she really wanted was a true companion.

Hannah could see her mother's distress and the terrible hunger that was her sexual desire. Like many women, she came to New Eden thinking her sex life would be rather active, but in truth, it was a desert of isolation. She feared to take lovers because they could be agents of her enemies or schemers looking for personal gain. The temple was a safe way for her to fill her need for sexual stimulation without risking her reputation or power.

“I am sorry your life came to this,” Hannah said as she squeezed her mother’s hand. “And I hope you will stay in the temple.”

“Well, now that you two have reached an understanding, I think I need to play devil's advocate,” Jaina cut in as she joined them on the bed. “I think we need to discuss what happens when you two are asked to make love to the same man,” Jaina pressed. “Or they ask you two to make love together for their entertainment.”

“That's never going to happen,” Gwen said as if the statement was final.

Hannah saw a world of chaos flash before her eyes as the scenario played out in her mind. What if she and Gwen were asked to make love while others watched? It was a perfectly reasonable request that she could see happening. As servants of the temple, they were required to attend to the guest's needs and desires. If they wanted Hannah and Gwen to share intimacy, they didn’t have the right to say no.

“We don't have a choice,” Hannah argued, though it made her stomach churn. “We are here to serve the temple, and if that's what the guests ask of us, we can't say no.”

“You and I are not making love,” Gwen said with a stern glare.

“Alright,” Jaina cut in. “Before we go too far down that road, let's propose another scenario.”

“Like what?” Hannah asked, hoping Jaina was about to offer a ray of hope.

Jaina explained how many of the girls were growing close together. Breanne and Evalynn were all but married, and Gisley and Umtha spent a lot of time together. Jaina proposed that more marriages were coming and that sooner or later, Gwen would be making love to one of her daughters.

“How do you figure?” Gwen asked as Hannah wondered the same thing. Jaina painted the picture more clearly, and Hannah saw the trap. Gwen had already made love to Roric, Jaina, and even Gisley, with Jaina's sex being rather frequent. Gwen admitted that Blackbast was also on that list but pressed the point that she didn't understand. Jaina explained as gently as possible that soon, their families might intermarry. Blackbast was already slated to marry Hannah in less than two weeks, meaning Gwen had already made love to one of her daughters. If Roric and Jaina found their way into that marriage, Gwen could add two daughters and a son to her list of sex partners. She challenged Gwen by asking if she would stop making love to them when she had already done it. Would anything change just because, legally, they were her children?

Hannah felt her stomach twist as Jaina laid out the logic trap. Gwen was slowly being pressed into a position where making love to her children would be inevitable. But then, these were children by marriage, whereas Hannah was officially a child by blood. It wasn't quite the same.

“I see,” Gwen replied as she leaned back. “This will become complicated.”

“You honestly think we might all end up married?” Hannah asked as she saw the potential for this to happen. Jaina stepped up and shared a kiss before looking into her eyes.

“If you offer me a ring, I am running with you to the altar and marrying you that evening,” she admitted. Hannah's heart fluttered to know the woman wanted to marry her, and she smiled before making her witty reply.

“You had better make it fast, or Mom will start planning a huge affair,” Hannah laughed.

“I do that because I love you,” Gwen argued. “I want to take every opportunity to provide for my daughters, and I am not going to let them marry without celebrating it.”

“I understand,” Hannah said and held her mother’s hand. “But Jaina is right. I can see us all ending up married sooner or later.”

“And you and I have had sex many times,” Jaina said as she looked at Gwen. “I don’t want that to stop.”

“Nor do I, but this is a mess,” Gwen sighed and put a hand on her head.

Hannah could see her mother was unhappy with the turn of events and the path it might eventually lead. She struggled to think of a solution to the problem that might resolve the issues, but what could they do except agree to take their relationship no further? They would have to commit to their families never marrying, which would break some hearts. On the other hand, as far as Hannah was concerned, they were already married, with the collar the ring of their union.

It was a mess, but Jaina offered a suggestion. It wasn't what Hannah or Gwen wanted to hear, but it was a plausible path. She suggested they agree that inside the temple, they were just whores. Not the Queen, or princess, or mother or daughter. They were Annasara and Hannah, temple whores, and nothing more. What they did in the temple and why they did it was left there.

Hannah could see the logic in the suggestion, but Gwen articulated it better. She clarified that what Jaina was saying was that if Hannah and Gwen were pressed into sex by a guest, they should just do it and leave it here in the temple. Outside these walls, they wouldn’t acknowledge that it ever happened or allow it to affect their relationship as mother and daughter.

“Can you think of any better way to handle this without you going celibate?” Jaina asked.

“Maybe I should put on Zillix’s chastity belt,” Gwen joked to cover the shock she was feeling. “That would solve everything.”

“Don’t even joke about that,” Hannah said as she welcomed the bit of humor. “Just thinking about being locked up for good gives me the shivers.”

“If this is the only path forward, then I see no choice. But I still think we should do our best to avoid those situations,” Gwen said.

“You will not need to try. I can ensure they will not happen,” Blackbast interjected as she entered the room. Hannah looked up in surprise as the previously bolted door now stood open, and the cat women glared at them with hypnotic green eyes. She had rarely seen Blackbast angry, but now the woman looked ready to punish them for their transgressions.

“Why was I not invited to this discussion? It is my temple you slaves are talking about.” Her question was more of a demand as she put emphasis on the word slave to ensure they remembered their place. Even Gwen lowered her head, unwilling to challenge Blackbast’s reminder of who was in charge.

“How did you even know this conversation was happening?” Hannah asked as those eyes bore into her.

“I am the master of this temple, and I can feel the discomfort and shock coming from my two girls,” Blackbast replied. “The moment I felt the distress, I focused on you to hear and see what is happening around you. I have heard every word of this foolish conversation and want to know why I was excluded.”

Hannah hadn't even considered including Blackbast in this conversation, but then it all happened so suddenly. Then, the shock of learning the truth took her by complete surprise, and her mind had been too busy to consider that Blackbast should be here. Thankfully, Jaina jumped in and explained that it had been her idea. She wanted Gwen and Hannah to talk and get over the shock of the truth before going to Blackbast for more guidance.

Hannah was grateful to see much of the anger melt from the catwoman's eyes, but she still seemed agitated. She took a moment to collect her thoughts and then addressed the group as their master.

“Well, you needn't worry,” Blackbast said as she came to stand before the three girls. “I will put a restriction on you that forbids you to serve together. If a guest complains, they will be told I made such a restriction to ensure one man could not hoard both girls. The closest you two will come to sex is being in the same room as you make love to different men. Once a man has made love to one of you, he will not be permitted the other for a full day. So he will have to choose wisely and cannot request you play together.”

“Oh, thank goodness,” Gwen sighed in genuine relief. “I was cringing at the alternative.”

“This is all well and good, but what happens when Frank comes here and decides he wants Annasara?” Hannah asked as she saw the other possibility. Frank was a master, after all, and Annasara was a temple whore. Now that he was coming to the temple to fuck Hannah, it was only a matter of time before he took Annasara.

Blackbast considered the problem and then stated the masters would need to be told her secret. She asked Gwen if the woman was ready for the others to know, and Gwen nervously said she didn't see that she had a choice. She stated that Roric already knew and she trusted Frank and Rajeen, but she questioned the ability of Zillix to keep her secret.

Hannah wondered that, too, as the dragon was so playful in nature. He had a serious side, but that only seemed to surface for Idris. Still, he seemed trustworthy, and Blackbast shared that assessment. She agreed Zillix would need some extra explaining to get the point across, but he cared about the harem and knew its secrets had to be protected. Gwen nodded and agreed that the masters needed to be told. It was the only way to avoid any unnecessary accidents where Frank was involved. Still, she feared this would change their perception of her and damage their relationship.

“Mother, don’t be so upset,” Hannah urged as she cradled her mom. “Everyone will understand. We all know your love was abused, and it nearly ruined you. So, of course, you find it hard to build new romantic relationships. I am sure they will understand that you just want a little sex without any strings attached.”

“I appreciate the support, but if word of this ever gets out,” Gwen began.

“It never will because it will never be discussed again,” Blackbast said with a firm swish of her tail. The masters will be told in a secure room where none can eavesdrop. When we leave that room, it will never be spoken of again. We will all silently be aware of who should and should not share their affections with you, and that will be that.”

“I hope so,” Gwen sighed. “So many people would love to humiliate me like this.”

Hannah hated that her mother saw it that way, and obviously, Jaina did too. Jaina asked if it would really be a humiliation if it got out, then used Hannah as the example. She pointed out that Hannah was the princess and face of the kingdom but was also well known to be a sex slave. Nobody seemed to care or slander her for her choices, and as far as Jaina knew, many spoke in support of it.

“Speaking of which,” Blackbast said as she tapped her chin. “The Jade Harem is becoming the center of power in Hannah’s land. Perhaps you should join it as a master.”

Hannah jumped at the sudden change of direction in the conversation as Blackbast suggested her mother ascend to the position of master. That would make Hannah both her slave and daughter, which was a very unusual arrangement. Gwen countered the suggestion, reminding Blackbast that she couldn't take slave girls. She then blushed and admitted that she enjoyed wearing the collar and reaping its benefits anyway.

Hannah agreed with that sentiment as the collar's power was hard to give up. It enhanced a sex slave's sensation in the act of lovemaking, turning it into a powerful drug. Orgasms came more easily, and each grew in power until a woman felt she would pass out with each one. She shared every orgasm her partner had, and her body could climax just by being rubbed. She could easily take a cock down her throat during oral sex as her ability to choke was gone. She could even swallow with a full cock in her mouth, and the flavor of cum was always intoxicating. Hannah had always been skittish about sucking a cock, but now she loved it. She preferred to finish a man in her mouth than anywhere else to taste that delicious vintage.

Anal sex was a delight because the collar removed any pain, allowing her tight holes to stretch to accommodate even the largest men. She could orgasm just as easily from anal sex and vaginal and even stroking a cock with her breasts could make her orgasm. With a collar on a woman’s body was one big sexual epicenter, and every touch was pure delight. That Gwen found the collar hard to give up was no surprise, as Hannah would rather die than take hers off.

Jaina teased her about getting it locked if she felt that way, and Hannah realized she should. She would talk to Blackbast about it later and dedicate the rest of her life to sexual satisfaction.

Gwen and Blackbast debated the role the Queen should play in the new center of power, with Blackbast insisting Gwen needed to take a leading role. It made sense, but it robbed Gwen of why she was here in the first place. She just wanted to be a nameless temple whore so she could enjoy the bounty of harmless sex. It seemed like they had reached an impasse until Gwen had a better idea.

It was brilliant in a way and helped establish the Jade harem as a real source of power. Gwen would form a proper court of leaders around her kingdom. The jade Harem would officially be recognized as a power in her court, and its masters, as well as Hannah, would represent it. Gwen would then be Queen and the court her right hand of power. However, when she put on the collar and entered the temple, she would answer to them as a slave girl.

“That could work,” Jaina said encouragingly, as Blackbast insisted that even while in the role of a slave, Gwen should be treated with special privileges. She should never be left out of important discussions or commanded to take a lesser role. If a threat to the kingdom or the harem’s power should arise, Gwen would be set free to be the Queen they needed. The discussion ended with Blackbast insisting they must take this to the masters immediately and put the matter to rest.

“Alright,” Gwen sighed as she got up and removed her collar. “But I do it as the Queen.”

“Agreed,” Blackbast said with a bow.

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief as the tense meeting had finally come to an end. The matters were settled, and a new course of action was chosen as the Jade Harem grew in power. It was a cause that probably needed more serious thought, but all Hannah could think of was Frank. She was looking forward to the moment the truth came out, and Frank learned that Annasara was Gwen. He had never mentioned it before, but Hannah was sure her husband had plans to bed the woman, and she wanted to see the look on his face. With a smile, she headed off, eager for the moment to come and happy her mother could find satisfaction in the temple as a whore.