Princess Hannah of the Jade Harem CH 17

Hannah smiled as Quinny lay in her arms, the two on a bed in the garden. It was suspended by chains from a large tree and gently swayed in a warm summer breeze. When Hannah hadn't come home, Quinny had come to the temple to keep her company. She even brought a blue glitter bomb with her as a kind of love offering.

“So, you are really going to do it?” Quinny asked from where she lay on Hannah’s chest.

“I need to, but I am terrified,” Hannah admitted. “Once I take this step, there is no going back, but I haven't forgotten my promise to share this with you. You have already done it, so I will, too.”

“I know,” Quinny said as Hannah stroked her back. “I have already done it three times, but I'm not a princess.”

“You will be,” Hannah said with a smile. “Just two more weeks, and don't worry about my reputation. I promised to do this with you and am not backing out of it.”

“But you’re the one everybody looks up to,” Quinny said. “I don’t want them to think less of you for doing this.”

“I dread that,” Hannah admitted. “But we have to face this. I am Blackbast's slave girl, and the rest of you are by proxy through me. She needs us to serve in the temple, or her power languishes.”

“Yeah,” Quinny sighed. “I love doing this, but that's me, and maybe not you. I don't want you to do this if you think it might hurt you.”

“Oh, that’s very sweet of you,” Hannah said as she cuddled Quinny. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Quinny replied. “I want to be your wife forever.”

“You will be,” Hannah said. “New Eden will go on for a million years, and you will spend every minute of it in my arms.”

Quinny smiled and closed her eyes, allowing the warmth between them to send her off to sleep. Hannah held her as the bed swayed, and the warm breeze brought with it the sweet scent of the temple gardens. She couldn't imagine a better way to spend a day than sleeping in perfect safety with one of her girls in her arms.

Breanne and Umtha arrived an hour later, looking anxious as Hannah held her sleeping dark angel. She asked if something was wrong, and the woman admitted they had been away from their master too long. Hannah smiled as she realized the collar was tugging at them, urging them to seek their master. She made room for them in bed, and they settled in, tucked firmly around her as she urged them to sleep.

“Now, this is a beautiful thing,” Blackbast said after the sun had moved and the day was waning. “It warms my heart to see how much you love each other.”

“You belong in this bed with us,” Hannah said. “You are loved just as much.”

“I am very touched,” Blackbast replied and sat on the edge of the bed. “But there is very little time for a master to sit and be still with her slave girls.”

“Oh, is somebody at the temple?” Hannah asked.

“No, nothing like that,” Blackbast said. “Just that I feel I must always be the one in charge.”

“Well, that’s silly,” Hannah pressed. “Blackbast, you climb in here right now. I want you sleeping on my chest with the others. I will keep watch and wake you if anyone comes.”

Blackbast looked touched, and she carefully crawled over the girls. Breanne gave up her place so Blackbast could lay her head under Hannah's chin then Breanne tucked tightly to her back. Hannah began to sing a flower singer song of soft notes and blissful hymns. It was a lullaby born of magic and love that sent the cat woman fast to sleep.

Now Hannah had them all in her arms, her family of love. She realized that this magical place they called New Eden was a paradise, not a prison. True to her word, Hannah kept watch, her eyes searching the wide road that went to the temple. Nobody bothered them as they lay in bed together, and the night settled on them all.

Hannah sang another song, causing moon flowers to bloom along the tree's arms. Magical pollen rained down, glittering her girls as they slept soundly. It was a mystery she had wanted to study, the way women fell asleep so easily when held by a lover. There was something about New Eden that encouraged this kind of love. A sense of peace and safety so profound that you could finally truly sleep like you had never slept before. Hannah had experienced it in Frank's arms, waking to find herself so well-rested and recovered she wondered if she had been sleeping for weeks. Now, her little dark angels were all nestled to their mother, and she sang them a moon song to encourage their slumber.

Movement caught her eye, followed by a soft purple glow and shimmer of silver glitter. Beautiful butterfly wings of blue, purple, and black carried aloft a woman of unsurpassed beauty. Gisley smiled and fluttered closer as if drawn to Hannah like a moth to a flame.

“I heard your song,” Gisley said as she fluttered to the bed. “Your voice is beautiful.”

“I wish I could sing like that all the time,” Hannah replied while stroking Blackbast’s sleeping head. “But it only works when I use my flower singer powers.”

“I bet you can sing beautifully without it,” Gisley insisted as she looked down on the pile of women. “I love sleeping with the others like this. Honestly, it's the only time I actually sleep.”

“Oh, right, you don’t need to sleep,” Hannah replied. “Neither do I anymore.”

“Your voice carries through the forest. I heard you all the way to my lake,” Gisley said.

“It travels that far?” Hannah asked as she was sure her voice had been low and soothing.

“It's the magic,” Gisley said. “Evalynn enchanted the forest, so my singing would whisper through it and be heard from miles away. It sounds soft like a faint whisper on the wind, but you can still hear it.”

“And it works for my voice?” Hannah asked.

“It does,” Gisley replied. “And I hope you come here to sing more often. I love listening to you.”

“I love your silver voice,” Hannah said, smiling as Quinny shifted, tucking in more tightly.

“Awww, they look so at peace,” Gisley cooed.

“They are all mine,” Hannah said. “My family of loving girls.”

“I heard you saw the druid again,” Gisley said.

“Oh, yeah,” Hannah replied, thinking of her second odd encounter. “I walked into a mist between the trees and came out in his grove. It was absolutely beautiful, and I went down a trail under some dark trees. Then suddenly, it was night, and the sky was full of stars. I followed the trail to a little creek and sat on the grass to admire the beauty. Then he appeared, and we had a moment together, but he became sad, and I woke up in the temple gardens.”

“Oh, that sounds so beautiful,” Gisley sighed.

“He's a very strange man,” Hannah said. “I can't help but think he's unhappy or hurting for something.”

“It can’t be love,” Gisley said. “Did you see how beautiful Sandris is now?”

“Oh, she was gorgeous,” Hannah agreed as she thought back to the druid's slave girl. The woman had long, wavy green hair and a freckled face full of life. Her upper body was that of a human woman, sleek as a cat and well-endowed. But her lower half was a soft brown doe with white spots. She had four feet that ended in delicate hooves trimmed with golden shoes.

“She's so happy,” Gisley said with a smile. “She loves being his slave girl and says he is the kindest master in the whole world.”

“I am happy for her,” Hannah agreed as she worked her tail free to help pull Breanne in tighter.

“I wish I had a tail,” Gisley laughed.

“It comes in very handy,” Hannah admitted. “Especially if nobody is around to scratch an itch on your back.” She used her long tail to reach out and flick Gisley's chin, causing the fairy woman to giggle.

“So, any special dreams going on tonight?” Hannah asked.

“Umm,” Gisley said as she closed her eyes. “I see lots of them, but I already put most people into good ones.

“Is Frank dreaming?” Hannah asked.

“He was awake a few hours ago, making love to Idris,” Gisley said. “I don’t think he’s asleep yet.”

“I knew that wouldn't take long,” Hannah laughed. “She is absolutely in love with him.”

“She really is, Gisley giggled. “Does that make you jealous?”

“Not at all,” Hannah said. “I know if I went to him and said I felt neglected, he would do everything in his power to correct it. I also know he loves me with all his heart.”

“I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but when he does dream, he almost always dreams of Breanne,” Gisely said. “I watch him sometimes, and he makes such slow, passionate love to her that I sometimes cry.”

“Oh, that’s my husband,” Hannah said. “He has a soft spot for elves. So who does he dream of second most often?”

“Blackbast,” Quinny said.

“Did I even make the top five?” Hannah pressed.

“Well, the top ten,” Quinny said with a shrug.

“I am going to bite him the next time I see him,” Hannah stated as Gisley held back her laughter with her hands.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, Roric dreams of you a lot,” Gisley said.

“Oh, that does make me feel better,” Hannah said. “Any particular dream?”

“The beach,” Gisley said. “That really meant a lot to him.”

“But that was a dream,” Hannah said.

“It was real to him,” Gisley countered. “You were both aware of the dream, so for all intents and purposes, the only thing fake about it was the setting. The love you two shared was as real as it gets.”

“Oh, you are right, you little cupid fairy,” Hannah said with a big smile. “Don't tell him this, but I am going to find a way to meet him on the beach so we can do that again. Awake this time.”

“That would make him so happy,” Gisley said as she bounced. “Oh, you are such a loving angel.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t hold a candle to you,” Hannah countered.

“I may be a sex fairy, but you are a flower of love,” Gisley said.

“Well, thank you,” Hannah replied as Umtha stirred. She looked up to see Gisley and rolled over to hold her arms out. “Oh, it looks like you have been requested,” Hannah said with a smile.

Gisley smiled back and put her wings away. She climbed into Umtha’s arms to share a kiss then the two cuddled together and closed their eyes.

“Good night, sweet fairy,” Hannah said as she used her tail to caress the woman. “Go to sleep and dream good dreams.”

She returned to her lullaby, coaxing her loved ones to sleep blissfully. She sang all night while using her tail to tuck girls back in or caress them when they mumbled something in their sleep. Hannah wanted to cry over how beautiful this moment was and wished she had embraced this life sooner. When the sun rose, so did her flowers, one by one, giving her a parting kiss before heading off. She was left only with Blackbast, who remained in her arms, their tails swaying gently.

“I can’t believe how much I love this,” Hannah said.

“How hard is it to believe you love being surrounded by people who care about you?” Blackbast asked.

“It's just shaking my programming, I guess,” Hannah said. “I am supposed to be in bed with one man, and only after marrying him. Now, I make love to two men, well three if you count the druid, and I lay in bed with a half dozen women. My husband probably spent his night with three harem girls whose names I don't even know, and I love it. In the back of my mind, I hear this tiny voice saying, this is wrong, but my heart says it's right.”

“It isn't right or wrong,” Blackbast replied as she used her claws to gently trace circles on Hannah's stomach. “It simply is what it is. For many people here, a union of two is still how they want things. Not everyone is meant for such a relationship as ours.”

“This is a very unusual relationship,” Hannah agreed. “I am surrounded by people who love me, with enough sex to last a hundred lifetimes, and yet I am going to give it to strangers freely.”

“That is part of the excitement that gets your blood racing,” Blackbast said.

“Do you still feel that tension?” Hannah asked. “I mean, you have been doing this a long time. Do you still feel that intoxicating mix of fear and lust?”

“Every time,” Blackbast said. “But I also love knowing my slave girls are feeling it.”

“It must be amazing to run a temple like this,” Hannah said. “Maybe I should have been a priestess of Bastet.”

“Maybe you should have,” Blackbast said. “Do you think you would like to be a priestess?”

“Well, I think I need a little experience first,” Hannah laughed. “I still haven't served anyone but Frank, and every time I think about serving, I get so tense. But I had time to think last night and loved having you all in my arms. If being a priestess meant I could sleep with girls in my arms every night and share in their experience of learning to serve, I would do it in a heartbeat.”

“Then you will be happy to know I can make you a priestess,” Blackbast said.

“You can?” Hannah remarked. “How?”

“It isn't a full class,” Blackbast began. “It works kind of like a blessing, but first, your collar would need to be locked, and you would need to have a good number of hours serving under your belt. I then take you to the statue of Bastet in my bedroom and tie your arms to her hands. Then I perform a ceremony where I give you to Bastet, making you a full priestess of the temple.”

“And that means what?” Hannah asked.

“You will know when anyone is In the temple or gardens and feel what they are doing. You can sense all the other girls and cast some blessing on them. You will be able to refresh a room so it is ready to use or call on special features of the temple for use. And you will be able to cast out those who violate the temple's services by bringing violence here. So long as you are on temple grounds, you can call on its guardians and seal its doors. You and I will also share a unique bond.”

“I think I want to do that,” Hannah said.

“Why don't we find you a few men to serve first and be sure you want to do this,” Blackbast said as she sat up.

“Do I have a choice if I want to do this?” Hannah asked.

“Truthfully, no,” Blackbast replied, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. “But I love you, and if you were unhappy serving, I would not make you do it. But you would have to return the collar.”

“I suppose that’s fair,” Hannah sighed as she touched her collar.

“Do not worry about such things,” Blackabast said, holding Hannah's hand tight. “Let's see how you feel after a few guests first. Now come, it is time we returned to the temple and cleaned the rooms.”

“Is Anasara still here?” Hannah asked as they walked down the path.

“No,” Blackbast replied after a moment. “I do not sense her on temple grounds.”

Hannah nodded as they walked, holding hands while Blackbast admonished her for holding her all night. She was touched that she got to sleep in the arms of her family and gave Hannah a warm smile.

The temple was just how they left it, the halls quiet except for the gentle fountains that fed the baths. Blackbast raised her hand, and gentle music began to play, a soft harmony of strings and flutes. She then closed her eyes, and the food on the table refreshed, as did all the bedrooms. Now, every bed was freshly pressed with pristine, clean blankets and soft pillows. There wasn't a stain or smudge to indicate that hours of sex had taken place, and the air was scented with sweet incense.

They sat at a low table curled together and ate from a bowl of fruit. Hannah rested her head on the woman's shoulder, savoring the softness of her fur. Blackbast told her sad stories of finding slave girls that only lasted a few days, highlighting the fact that this life was not for everybody. Some felt terrible guilt, others found the sex didn't live up to the illusion in their heads. Some just didn't like being confined to the temple. A few terrible ones hated being a slave to a master and didn't want to be taken care of.

“Those I get rid of immediately,” Blackbast said. “I remove my collar and tell them to leave to find their own path.”

“It makes me wonder why they even tried it,” Hannah replied.

“They wanted an excuse to be whores, Blackbast said. “My collar was the excuse. It said they were not responsible for their actions. However, they did not like the leash that was attached to that collar. They wanted to say I was the one responsible while being free to run wild.”

“Isn’t that what you let me do?” Hannah asked.

“Not at all,” Blackbast laughed. “You didn't come here and say you wanted to be a whore. You said you wanted to submit to Frank and would be willing to try and broaden your horizons to include this. You were upfront and honest about where you were starting and what you wanted. Thus, I was careful and patient, allowing you to grow slowly in my direction. I watched for any signs of shame or regret while carefully coaching Frank on how to guide you.”

“You did a fantastic job there,” Hannah laughed.

“Did I?” Blackbast asked as she stroked her pet's arm. “Or did I discover a boy who wanted this all along but was too afraid to think he could have it? Did I help mold you, or were you exploring this on your own? I seem to recall how you and your sisters fell in line on the road, following behind your master without any prodding from me. I also recall how they answered to you, always acknowledging that they knew you were the head slave girl.”

“Oh, we did sort of do that,” Hannah admitted.

“Yes, and all I did was encourage you to keep doing it,” Blackbast said. “Roric and his girls provided the most excellent example of a loving harem, and you both were stirred to copy their example. The only influence I will allow as being coercive is the collar itself. I do admit that it has been subtly influencing you to be more accepting of this, but I never kept that a secret from you.”

“No, you told me from the very start,” Hannah agreed. “And you reminded me several times, even encouraging me to take it off to clear my head.”

“I did because I loved you and wanted your entry to my temple to be pure. It had to be because you wanted this for yourself and to obey your master,” Blackbast explained.

“Well, it worked,” Hannah said as she leaned up with a smile. “I am here, and I may be nervous, but I want this. “She pressed her lips to the cat woman, and they began a passionate kiss. Blackbast returned the love, pulling her into her arms as they fell on one another. When the kiss broke, Hannah ran her hands down the woman's stomach, grasping her firm breasts before sucking at her nipples.

“Oh, my sweet pet,” Blackbast groaned. “I want to keep you forever. You make me so happy.”

Hannah smiled as she went lower, rubbing her fingers across the furry woman's stomach. She descended between her legs and looked up to meet those hypnotic eyes before attacking her pussy furiously. Blackbast groaned, her legs tensing as Hannah ate her pussy with a ravenous hunger. She wasn't bothered that they were naked in the main hall or that anyone could come in and see what they were doing. All she wanted right now was to please her master and feast on that delicious pussy.

Hannah didn't consider herself a lesbian until after she joined the harem. Once she started to taste all those sugary treats she realized she loved it. Maybe it was New Eden, but every woman tasted fabulous, and she loved the honey that poured out when they orgasmed. She could spend hours eating pussy now, lapping up every sweet drop only for the next orgasm to make more. It was a never-ending supply of decadence that came with the reward of a shared orgasm.

Now she worked hard to bring her master to the edge, using her long tongue to tease her clit. Blackbast responded by holding Hannah's face tightly to her body, eager to have the woman keep licking. She rolled and writhed as her orgasm drew nearer until Hannah finally moaned in a shared orgasm. She kept up the pace, lapping Blackbast up as she did her best to drag the orgasm out. Hannah kept licking, driving her one while her free hand fished for her long rope-like tail. It had a heart-shaped frill of flesh on the tip, but that easily folded and bent. She lowered her face to lick at Blackbast's rear, driving her tongue inside as the woman moaned.

“Oh, my pet, I love that,” Blackbast said as Hannah made her tight hole good and wet. Then, without warning, she guided her tail in, sliding into the woman's tight rear as she arched her back. Hannah went back to licking her pussy and clit as her tail began to thrust, working her ass like a good  cock. Blackbast was alive with moans and gasps as she had another orgasm. Hannah savored it as she shared the loving release but never slowed her assault on the woman's body. She pressed the cat woman to three more orgasms, sharing each one with delight, then she climbed onto the woman's lap and took her tail to lick the tip while Blackbast watched.

“You are a naughty girl,” Blackbast laughed.

“Hmm, I am a succubus. Being Naughty is what I do,” Hannah said.

“I hope that is true,” Blackbast replied. “Because I sense a man approaching.”

“What? Where?” Hannah asked in a panic.

“Be calm; he is outside in the garden,” Blackbast assured her. “But he is not far.”

Hannah felt her heart race as she faced the possibility of her first man coming to claim her. Blackbast noticed the rapid change and asked her why she was afraid. Hannah tried to explain the combination of fear and panic that this was about to happen. She also worried that people wouldn’t respect her anymore and that they would see her only as a whore. They would come here for a quick fuck, and leave laughing at her.

Blackbast grabbed her shoulders and turned her about, glaring into her eyes with a fierce intensity.

“You have no idea how many players will thank you for your time with them. They will treasure it and return to bring you gifts and see your face again. They will fall in love, and you will spend nights in such tender passion that you will wonder if you ever understood what lovemaking was before. Yes, others will come who are less grateful, and you will fuck them without regard. If they are too stupid to appreciate the sacrifice you make for them, then they will miss out on the pleasure you could have truly brought them. I assure you, a woman can decide how much meaning a man gets from her affections. If they want brief and shallow, so be it, but many more will want you, all of you, and when you give it, they will be yours forevermore.”

“You have such an amazing point of view,” Heather said with a smile. “I wish I could see it the way you do.”

“In time,” Blackbast said. “You will come to see things more clearly as you learn how to serve. Oh, and let me assure you that many of these men will think of you as their lover or wife. It will be as if you had a thousand doting husbands, and they will bring treasures to throw at your feet. If you want anything, just let them know. They will brave any danger to please the woman they love.”

Heather sighed and swayed gently as she tried to appreciate the concept. “That all sounds beautiful, but I am still nervous.”

“It is natural for you to be nervous your first time,” Blackbast assured her. “But I do not want you to be afraid that your love will be mocked. You will see, men will come back because they cannot bear to be away from Hannah, the keeper of their heart.”

Hannah smiled nervously, and Blackbast took her by the waist, informing her the man was heading away from the temple. She leaned forward and licked at Hannah's breast, causing a ticking sensation to race across her skin.

“Your tongue is so prickly,” Heather said as Blackbast took her hand.

“Is that a problem?” Blackbast asked as Hannah looked to the temple door. “My pet, I told you he was heading away. Now pay attention to me, and I will keep your mind busy.”

“Sorry, I just, well, knowing he was there got me all tense,” Hannah admitted.

“You worry too much,” Blackbast replied. “Now, if my tongue is too prickly for your tender nipples, I can always make it softer.”

“You can?” Hannah asked.

“Do you not remember I told you I could take a form perhaps more suited to you?” Blackbast asked.

“Oh, you did say that,” Heather agreed. “I completely forgot.”

“Tsk, tsk,” Blackbast said as she held Hannah in place. “Now observe, my sweet slave.”

Heather watched as Blackbast smiled, and green light flowed over her body. It shifted and flowed for a few moments before fading to reveal something unexpected. It was a human woman with tan, almost copper-colored skin. She had jet-black hair adorned with golden beads that fell just past her shoulders. Her eyes were still green, but her lips were full and red, smiling with predatory hunger. In every other way, her body resembled Blackbast's but with no tail or fur. Her breasts, which seemed almost concealed under the fur, now stood out, her nipples a dark ruby in color.

“I assure you,” Blackbast said as she ran her hands up to Hannah’s breasts. “This tongue isn't prickly.” She leaned into Heather and planted her lips as Heather went ridged. Blackbast parted just long enough to whisper, urging Heather to surrender and accept her kiss. With a pant, Heather opened up, and Blackbast quickly invaded her mouth. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity until, finally, the woman pulled away and smiled back.

“Nothing to say?” Blackbast asked.

“Is this your true form, or is the cat your form?” Hannah asked.

Blackbast burst out laughing and had to cover her mouth to hide her smile.

“What’s so funny?” Heather asked.

“You are,” Blackbast laughed. “You just spent ten minutes kissing another woman, and all you could think of was which form was my true one. You really can’t help but try to solve every problem and mystery that comes your way.”

“I can't help it,” Hannah admitted. “Even with the druid. He has made love to me twice, but all I can think about is how is his sacred grove anchored to the forest and if I can figure out how to make other spaces like it.”

“You truly are a busy thinker,” Blackbast said. “This is why you chose this life so readily. It is the only way to quiet your mind. Only in the act of sexual service do you ever find peace.”

“I suppose so,” Hannah sighed. “And I love it. When I am pressed into a situation, I forget all about those nagging questions. My heart starts to race as the tension builds, and all I can think about is what is about to happen.”

“You need this, Blackbast replied and stroked her cheek. “And I need you.”

Hannah smiled, but her mind wouldn’t rest. “So is this it?” she pressed.

“Fine, yes, this is my true form. Are you happy?” Blackbast demanded.

“Hmm, I happen to love you in any form,” Hannah said as Blackbast squeezed her breasts. For the next few hours, they lay together and talked as Blackbast described some of her previous slaves and their exciting encounters. Heather laughed at some of the exploits and blushed at many more. She felt so at ease at her master's chest she forgot she was naked. Therefore, she was startled when a masculine voice called out to ask if anyone was in the temple.

“We have visitors,” Blackbast said excitedly and closed her eyes. She made use of the temple magic, using it to spy on who was inside her domain. “I was so distracted by your charms I didn’t realize he had turned around. It would appear to be a single man, an elf by the looks of him.”

“I need to get dressed,” Heather cried, but Blackbast wrapped her in her arms.

“No, you need to learn to be naked where others can see you,” Blackbast insisted.

“But this outfit?” Hannah protested as she held out her arms. “It’s just stockings and straps. It screams I am a whore.”

“You are a whore,” Blackabast replied. “We talked about this earlier. You were fine with it then.”

“But now it’s actually happening,” Hannah said as she turned to see if the man was coming.

Blackbast reached up and pulled her down, pressing their faces close together. “Alright, I can see you are nervous, so today we will start slowly. I will entertain this one, and you will sit here naked. All you have to do is watch and get comfortable being seen.”

Hannah nodded as the man called again, asking if anyone was there. She felt the tension growing in her stomach as she got off Blackbast and sat beside her. She was in a garter belt, holding up black stockings with straps like a bondage slave presenting her chest to the world. Soon, this man would come around the wall and see them together. She looked to Blackbast as the cat woman locked her eyes and asked again.

“Are you ready to be a whore of this temple?”

Fun fact, I wrote parts of this chapter as book 5 chapter 26 of Heather the Necromancer. It was my first attempt to make Heather into a sex slave. Of course it's heavily edited here, but it's funny to think I am finally using this material. It's also funny to think of how long ago I tried to make this change. I removed it back then because my readers revolted, and I got PM's from people saying I ruined my story. It was a sad day for me to remove it all and write a more tame almost vanilla version of the chapter, but I did. Oh well.