Princess Hannah of the Jade Harem CH 16

Hannah cried out as her arms were pulled back and her pussy stretched wide around Frank’s cock. His cold gray flesh filled her to bursting as he pounded her from behind with brutal strength. He was so tall she had to stand on a bench so her pussy was high enough for his cock. She teetered as he pounded away, keeping his word to always fuck her like a whore. He even insisted that from now on, they would only have sex in Blackbast's temple to ensure she knew she was serving.

`Her body shook as she came for the fourth time since they started. Her thighs were wet with flowing nectar as she responded to his efforts, enjoying every firm thrust. Her voice came out in panting gasps as he hammered away, pushing in every inch she could take.

She hung her head, moaning loudly as she endured her fucking, heedless of who might be in the temple to hear. Hannah was alive with a fire like never before, her body shaking from the tension inside. She knew Frank had come to the temple to fuck a whore, and she was the one he had chosen. She had no say in how he used her or how long it would go on. Would he leave her here when he was done, or would she be allowed to go with him? Deep downs, she prayed there was already another waiting outside the room, eager to take his turn when Frank finished.

“Ohh, god!” Hannah cried as she came again, long strands of her honey flinging from Frank's cock as he fucked her silly. Her breasts bounced wildly, and her tail flung side to side as she tried to hold it out of the way. Frank held her arms with an iron grip, punishing her like she said she wanted. Suddenly, he bent back and thrust into her body, lifting her feet from the bench. Her eyes went wide as her feet danced in the air, her body suspended on his massive cock.

Her back arched as her head rolled, the shared orgasm shaking her to her soul. Her stomach filled with so much undead seed that she could feel the cold as it swelled. She couldn't believe how much he pumped into her body until it ran down her legs and dripped to her feet. She was breathless; her mind melted in the powerful sex as he carried her to a nearby bed. Despite how rough the sex was, he laid her down gently, turning her on one side as she curled slightly.

“I love you,” he said as she clutched a pillow to her face to muffle her panting moans. Her body was so badly abused it felt like he was still going. She reached out a hand and found one of his fingers, gripping it tightly to say she loved him too. Then, to her amazement, he took her arm and put it behind her back, then took the other and crossed them. He held them tight with one massive hand as he worked his cock back into her body.

The bed was a chorus of creaks and groans as Frank held her by her arms, fucking her like a whore. He stood at the edge of the bed, using its height to her advantage as she closed her eyes and surrendered. He pounded her like only an undead could, never growing tired of his efforts. She knew he could probably fuck her like this for a week and never once pause to rest.

She came with a wild flush of her honey and his cum, her body too full to contain it. Frank never slowed his relentless pace as he took her as fast as he could, his balls striking her thighs. She buried her face in the pillow, desperate to muffle her cries that were like the calls of a woman gone mad. How was she even taking that huge cock inside? Surely, it was in her lungs if his balls were hitting her legs. The bed shook, and he had to pull her back to him as his thrust kept pushing her forward.

Another orgasm made her cry out in joy, thanking him for being so rough. She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this and begged him to swear he would never make love to her again. He didn't answer her pleas as that cold, hard cock continued to punish her body. He was like a machine, working away until three orgasms later, he leaned over and shoved hard. She felt the throbbing again and went ridged as the shared orgasm gave her the best release of her life. Frank's cum filled her womb, her stomach bulging as it overflowed across her thighs.

“I love you!” she cried as he pushed her into the bed. “Oh, baby, I love you.” He held her motionless as she panted, then let out a long groan as his cock began to exit her body. It felt like there was a void left behind as he came free, the long, slow withdrawal causing her to orgasm again. He held her arms until he was completely out, then pulled her to the side of the bed, his cock an inch from her face.

He rolled her to her back and leaned over the bed, his face a few inches from hers. She reached up with eager arms, wrapping them around his neck to pull her to him. Without thinking, she pressed her lips to his horrid mouth full of jagged yellow teeth, and her tongue reached inside to dance with his. She held that kiss for over a minute, not caring for one second that he was a ghoul, and then collapsed into the bed, panting. He wasn't done with her, though, as his cock was pressed to her lips, and she tasted the sweet taste of sex.

Her long tongue came out to clean up her mess and the coating of thick cum on his shaft. He released her arms so she could crawl into position, sucking and kissing along the length of his cock until he was satisfied.

Then she lay on her back, the taste of her body and his cum fresh on her tongue as he left the room and went on his way. Hannah was sad that he was gone but knew he had gotten what he wanted. Now she lay alone in a temple room on a bed stained by ghoul cum. Her pussy overflowed with it, and a touch of her hand brought back a sticky coating. She licked it off and lay back, her world spinning as she recovered from their sex. She wondered if she was free to go home or if she was supposed to stay in the temple. She let that decision wait as nearly an hour passed, her body needing that much to recover.

When her trembling finally stopped, she sat up, still dizzy to see puddles on the floor from her many orgasms.

“Oh,” she groaned and hid her face. “Why do I love it so rough?” She stood on weak legs damp with the flows of sex. She headed for the door, wearing only her collar, and cracked it open to listen into the hall. While in the throws of passion, she had hoped somebody would be waiting for their turn, but now she was nervous. Even if there was somebody, she couldn't make love to them in this room, so she shut the door and looked for her clothes.

“Where are my silks?” Hannah gasped as she scoured the floor. “Frank must have taken them!”

She was shocked that she didn't even have the scant silks that acted as her harem garb. If she wanted to leave the room, she would have to do it naked, and that made her skin prickle with goosebumps. Still, she could summon an outfit with the snap of a finger and silently scrolled through her mental list. She chose one that was all black lace, with a garter belt, black panties, and a top of crisscrossing straps that left her breasts hanging out. It came with cuffs at her wrist with metal rings and another set on her thighs just above her stockings. She went to change into the outfit when she remembered just how full she was and used her cleanse ability to refresh herself.

[lvl 5 Sex Slave skill: Cleanse] Instantly cleanse your body of all contaminants as if you had just taken a long hot bath.

Satisfied that she wasn't about to soil her panties, she changed to the outfit and paused.

“What if I just went naked?” she asked herself as she considered how Jaina and her girls always did it. To them, being naked was a badge of honor, as it showed their devotion to their master. Still, Hannah liked a little lace and dressing on her body, so she summoned the outfit and then discarded the panties. Now her pussy and breasts were out for all to see but her body was wrapped in straps and lace like a present.

With a trembling hand, she stepped into the outer hall and made her way toward the main room. She paused at a door that was cracked open a hair when she heard moaning inside. She peered through the crack to see Anasara on her back while a dark-skinned man slowly made love to her. Judging by the gear piled nearby, he couldn't have been more than level five, but that didn't matter in the temple. Hannah couldn't take her eyes away as she watched Anasara take his cock and kiss him like a lover, the heat between the two ever-increasing.

Hannah thought the elf woman was beautiful as she watched her pussy swallow the man's cock. She dreamed of eating that beautiful flower, savoring the nectar that flowed from inside. She had to step back and shake her head as she silently scolded herself for turning into Jaina.

“Still, she is a sister in the temple,” Hannah said as she headed down the hall. “I really should introduce myself and get to know her.” She made a note to find the woman later and make love so they could get to know one another. She hoped that wouldn’t be too hard as Blackbast had said the woman was cutting back on serving. She was thinking about leaving the temple to take slaves of her own and only came in occasionally when she had an itch to scratch.

“Maybe I could be her slave,” Hannah laughed to herself. “But then Frank would have to sell me and it would start a bidding war with Chandice.” Her mirth helped lighten the mood as she walked down the green carpet of a marble hall, heading closer and closer to the temple proper. Would anyone be waiting inside? Would she be serving another guest by offering them her comfort? She trembled at the idea as she crept to the final archway, her eyes searching the space beyond.

It was a grand temple of white marble walls and ornate slender columns. It was done in a sort of Greek temple design with a ceiling over thirty feet high. To her right were tables set low so guests could sit on cushions along the wall. To her immediate left were couches and chairs, as well as chains on the wall to restrain girls. Further down were thick belts of potted plants growing in raised planters. Between them were steaming pools of water where guests could take soothing baths while slave girls soothed away their worries. Statues and artwork of naked women frolicking adorned every wall and corner, lending to the chamber's atmosphere. The tables were always laid out with fresh fruit and decanters of wine, that magically replenished if consumed.

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief to see the space was empty.

“What are you doing?” Blackbast asked as Hannah screamed in alarm. She whipped around to find the cat woman standing with arms folded behind her, wearing only a little skirt on her waist.

“Blackbast!” she hissed. “You scared me to death.”

“Why are you prancing around outside your room mostly naked?” the cat woman asked. “Has he finished with you already?”

“Already?” Hannah protested. “He went for over an hour.”

“Hmm, he has gone much longer with me,” the cat woman replied with a smile.

“Oh, thanks,” Hannah grumbled. “So I get the quick fuck while you get the long passionate session.”

“Do not say it like that,” Blackbast said as she raised a hand to Hannah's cheek. “I heard you beg him to fuck you. He gave you exactly what you wanted, but we all know he would spend hours pleasuring you slowly and gently if you asked. Now, what are you doing? I didn’t expect you to stay.”

“Well,” Hannah began as she looked back into the temple. “He left me here, so I felt daring.”

“Oh, are you looking for a new partner?” she purred.

“I don’t know,” Hannah admitted as her stomach filled with butterflies. Frank had said he wanted her to start serving in the temple and collecting the magical tattoos of the forest. He was even pleased when she earned the one for the druid. She knew she had permission, but the butterflies in her stomach didn't accept it. “I know I am supposed to serve here, but I am still nervous about it.”

“So you are daring yourself to see how far you can go,” Blackbast said with a nod. “Well, the temple is empty except for the man in Anasara’s room. If you want to be brave, you will have to venture into the gardens.”

“Is there anybody out there?” Hannah asked as she picked up her tail and began to play with the end.

“Oh, but it would spoil the fun if I told you,” Blackbast said with a feline smile. “You are going to have to face this sooner or later. You are a temple whore and will provide that body to anyone who enters here. So, are you brave enough to venture out in that outfit? If not, I suggest you return to the inn and find your sisters.”

Hannah licked her lips as she considered the question. She was a sex slave and a temple whore despite her current feelings. Sooner or later, she had to face this fear and provide her services to somebody other than Frank. It seemed silly that she would be so afraid, considering she had already made love to Drellis, the druid of the grove, but then she had been overcome by his power, and it just happened.

“I will try,” Hannah said with a nod and took a deep breath. “You are sure the temple is empty?”

“You have ten seconds to run for the temple door, or I will chain you to the pillars in the main hall until ten guests have had their way with you,” Blackbast threatened.

Hannah turned and fled, her tail flapping as she raced across the temple barefoot. She hit the grand doorway and raced down the steps outside, passing between the golden statues of naked women that guarded the temple entrance. She paused a dozen paces from the steps and looked around; certain somebody was about to pop out and demand her services. All she saw was lush gardens of dense flowers and marble paths that wound into secluded areas. The temple gardens spread over several miles, high on a cliff ledge where it was hard to locate. Blackbast wanted it to be a challenge to find her temple, so the services of her slave girls would be a reward. Hannah decided that the best thing to do was to hurry down a path and into a more secluded area before somebody showed up to claim her hand.

Ten minutes later, she was on a small trail, running her hand over thick clumps of purple flowers. Her nerves were on edge, and she ducked whenever she heard a sound, but thus far, only the forest and its animals had bothered to stop her.

She tried to relax as she continued to wander, enjoying the garden sights as she passed. She knew so little about the forest or its hidden passages as she explored around a bend. Here, she found a dense clump of slender trees with a white haze drifting among the trunks. The most beautiful purple flowers grew beside those trunks, with streaks of gold and long pollen stems. She wandered off the path and into the mist, leaning over to smell one of the delicate flowers. It was like a rose blended with pixie dust and sugar, almost too sweet to believe.

She wandered further into the mist as the trunks became shadows and dew beaded on the grass. She wondered what was causing this fog as it grew so thick she had to feel her way for a bit before it cleared, and she stepped into more garden.

“Oh,” Hannah cried as a rich landscape of green rolling hills and ornamental trees greeted her eyes. “I just crossed into the sacred grove again.” She spun around, looking for the mist, only to see a carefully tended forest behind her. She had no idea how she got in or how she would get out, but that no longer mattered. With a smile she began a song, putting her flower singer power to use. Her feet floated up as flowers bloomed beneath them, and she danced across the green to explore this strange new land.

For some reason she couldn't explain, this place felt like home. There was a sense of belonging and peace, as if the grove itself was calling to her. She felt free to let her spirit soar and

“I really need to bring Chandice with me,” Hannah laughed. “How am I supposed to learn anything if I keep wandering in alone?” She crested a hill and saw a small forest of trees with a dark trail running down the center. She headed for the strange cluster, thinking it looked out of place, and wondered if perhaps it was a way out.

She stepped onto the path, and her world was suddenly darkened. She looked up to see stars above as if hours had passed in an instant.

“How is that possible?” Hannah asked as she turned around to see everything shrouded in the darkness of night. It was another mystery of this dark place as she turned back to her trail and wandered in. A few minutes later, she was at the edge of a small stream, its gentle waters trickling by. She sat on the grass and waved her hand as her song caused blue night flowers to bloom. She felt as if this was her private place to be alone and wanted to linger here with her thoughts.

A heavy footfall turned her head, and there on the trail was her druid. He stood tall, his bovine form impressively large as his dark eyes regarded her with loving kindness. Hannah gasped as their eyes met, and a silent communication took place. Somewhere in the distant recesses of her mind, a kind of recognition took place, and a need began to burn. She felt a power between them that yearned for union, urging her to bear her flower. Without thinking, she lay back, spreading her legs and inviting him to tend her garden.

She began to breathe heavily as her blood coursed with the tension of anticipation, praying he was hungry enough to take her again. His hands moved to the sash at his waist as he discarded the garment to reveal his swelling cock. She got a much better look at it this time to see he was as large as Frank but with a flat head that flared around the edges. Not a word was said as he approached her, bending low as she grabbed her legs to spread her wide.

He planted hooved feet beside her hungry body then leaned over to press his hands over hers. He held her legs and wrists as his cock was pressed to her secret gates and eagerly accepted in. Hannah groaned in sexual delight as she felt him filling the space left by Frank. He adjusted his feet, allowing him a few more inches, then slowly pressed until his balls rested on her cheeks.

He stood motionless, his cock deep in her body as they stared into each other's eyes. Silently, they shared a tale of love and need. He stood at the gates of her garden, and she begged him to plant his seed.

Not a word was said as he began the slow, firm task of working the soil of her garden. Hannah couldn't believe that she was making love to this man twice in as many days. Her rational mind said what she was doing was crazy, but her heart said she needed him. Deep inside was a hunger to have his cock inside her body, eager to collect his seed. She gasped with every long thrust as her eyes never came away from his. All she knew was her desire for their love to go on, eternal and never-ending. She needed his seed to make her complete and would do anything to entice him.

She made no effort to control her voice as she had her first orgasm. She kept her eyes on him even as her body ran wet, moaning to let him know she was satisfied. No expression crossed his face save the look of kindness and love that always seemed to dance in his eyes. On he went as she moaned with every thrust, her second orgasm coming in minutes.

Hannah never broke eye contact as she sang her heart out for him. She marked every orgasm with a song of love and panted with a look of hunger on her face. It went on and on until he finally groaned, and she practically shook in anticipation. Then, the moment came when he reached for her soul, and she felt the heat spilling inside. This time, she closed her eyes as the shared orgasm was too intense. It mirrored his, rising and falling with every seed-filled throb of his cock as he fertilized her garden. There was a strange intensity in this moment as his seed spilled into her womb. Her mind filled with fantasy as she imagined him impregnating her. That thought sent shivers up her spine as she realized that was what she was here for. She was here to breed her bull male and receive in herself the gift that was his to give. She felt it now, the desire and hunger to have her womb claimed and used for his procreation.

Now came the moment of silent calm as a slight smile disturbed that animal-like face. He held still as if contemplating what would happen next, his cock deep inside. Hannah found her mind in conflict as she considered that she had just had Frank maybe two hours ago. Now she was on her back, taking another huge cock, and somehow she was at peace with it. For a moment, she wondered if he had some kind of power, a charm that made her so pliable. She dismissed that as ridiculous as her succubus form was immune to such things. Still, she felt a need for more of his attention and gave him a pleading look that begged home to go on. She sighed contentedly as he began again, the moist sound of his cock sliding through the folds of her pussy music to her ears.

Once again, he held a steady rhythm, going for deep, methodical strokes. They communicated everything with the look in their eyes as Hannah gave all she had to the druid of the grove. Orgasms began to flow as she drifted on an ocean of passion tossed by waves of pleasure. It went on for ages, their eyes locked to one another until he fertilized her garden again.

Hannah let out a long, deep moan that raised in pitch as she threw her head back. Her stomach was hot from his seed, filling her insides to bursting. Now she looked back to see him considering her again as if trying to decide if she needed more. Once again, she gave him a pleading look, and after a minute's pause, he started his firm thrusting. His hot cum ran down her pussy and over her ass, coating the skin beneath her cheeks as he took her once more. Moans and pants were all she said, as he drove his cock through her body, mating with her like she was in season. She shook as the orgasms began again, the tension reaching new levels. Once again, her mind prayed there would be more men eager to keep her body in use. She trembled at the thought of being a whore, yet hungered to be one just the same.

Her druid master never slowed his pace as she shook in orgasm after orgasm. Finally, he began to grunt, and she knew this might be her last chance, so she showed him what she wanted. She leaned her head forward, mouth open wide and tongue just over her lip. He seemed to understand as he shifted his feet, the moment drawing rapidly near.

Hannah nearly threw her head back when her shared orgasm rocked her body. He let his first pulse shoot into her pussy, then pulled away, leaving his cock to hover over her belly throbbing. A long rope of hot seed sprayed across her face and splashed in her mouth. Before she could think, a second pulse almost entirely passed between her lips. She felt it splash to the back of her throat as he kept cumming, drenching her face and breasts with his mark of conquest. Finally, it died away as she lay with legs spread wide, staring into his eyes. He seemed almost sad as if he hadn't wanted this moment to come, while white mist clouded her vision.

“Child,” Blackbast said as she shook Hannah gently. “Hannah, wake up.”

Hannah stirred her sleepy head, slowly looking around to see Blackbast leaning over her.

“Where am I?” Hannah asked as she looked around to see the garden and that she was asleep on one of the outdoor beds.

“I see you had an encounter,” Blackbast said with a smile and ran a finger between Hannah’s breasts to highlight the glistening trail of dried seed.

“What?” Hannah asked as she looked down to see white lines across her skin where she had been covered in cum. She could still taste it as the memory of the encounter danced through her mind. “No, I mean, it was the druid. I found my way into his grove again, and he took me.”

“He did?” Blackbast said with a rub at her chin.

“That's twice he's done this to me,” Hannah remarked as she sat up. “He makes love to me while never saying a word, and the second he's finished, I wake up someplace else wondering if it was just a dream.”

“It looks like it was more than just a dream,” Blackbast said as she pointed to Hannah’s pussy.

Hannah looked down to see her pussy was swollen and purple as if worked hard. Milky cum seeped from her opening in thick rivulets to stain the bed below.

“He can't keep doing this to me,” Hannah sighed.

“He must fancy you. Perhaps I should sell you to him,” Blackbast commented.

“What?” Hannah said for a second time. “But Frank would never allow it.”

“Oh, he and I have already discussed it,” Blackbast laughed. “He said if I ever found a man who could fan your flames, I should accept a reasonable offer.”

“He said you could sell me?” Hannah gasped and wondered if this was just a game to get her heart racing.

Blackbast helped her up and suggested she use her cleanse before guiding her back to the temple. Hannah spent the whole trip telling her how much she hungered for his cock, and how wonderful it felt when he came inside her. She asked if that meant she was a whore, and Blackbast quickly said it didn't matter. What mattered was that she had obeyed her master's desire for her to share her love. She was here to serve and play in the forest, but thus far, she had been lucky.

“Lucky, how?” Hannah asked as the steps came into view.

“My sweet pet,” Blackbast replied. “Thus far, you have made love only to those who are secretive or are part of your family. But soon, you will make love to a man who knows who you are. He will be amazed to be making love to the princess of the kingdom and will run out to tell the world of his great fortune. Then, word will spread, and others will come to see if it is true. You will make love to more and more, every partner helping confirm that Princess Hannah is a whore.”

Hannah felt her heart race as Blackbast made her realize that she had indeed been lucky so far. Was she ready for her whole kingdom to know that they could make love to her if they wanted?

The very idea sent shivers down her spine as Blackbast took her through the temple and pulled her aside.

“Now, are you ready to go home, or are you staying the night?” Blackbast asked.

Hannah's heart raced as the choice made her head spin. If she stayed, the moment of her secret getting out could come soon. But if she ran home, would Frank be disappointed?

“I’m staying,” she said as she hung her head with shaking hands.

“Good girl,” Blackbast replied and stepped into her arms. Hannah relaxed as their lips came together, and she danced her tongue with the feline womans. The choice had been made, but that didn't mean a thing. The temple was still very isolated, and few knew its secrets. Hannah might spend the night only to go home empty-handed, or she might make love to her first guest of the temple of Bastet and be branded a whore by her kingdom.