Princess Hannah of the Jade Harem CH 14

Heather ran to Frank's arms, throwing herself into his chest before kissing him passionately. She needed to feel his embrace after three days alone with Roric and Chandice, experiencing new things. Over the course of those three days, she made love to Roric in every way imaginable. Even now, her stomach, ass, and womb were full of his seed, and her panties were wet from where it seeped. Now, she needed to be reminded that she had done this for him and be assured that he was pleased.

“I take it you had a good time,” he asked when she was done kissing.

“I love you,” Hannah panted as she held his face, her long tail wrapping around a leg to hold on. She needed his affection to be sure everything was alright, and he picked her up to carry her down the hall. He walked through the Inn's common room with her nestled to his shoulder and sat in his private chair at the far end to hold her.

“I missed you,” Frank said as he stroked the back of her head. “But Jaina and the others kept me company.”

“I bet they did,” Hannah laughed as she leaned back. “Oh, Frank, I can’t believe you gave me to them. You have no idea how happy that made Chandice. She keeps calling me her wedding gift.”

“I am glad she liked her gift,” Frank said as she sat in his lap. “So, were you a good girl? Were they happy with you?”

Hannah nodded, then explained how Chandice was so happy she wanted to buy her. Frank laughed, then joked about the price as Hannah threatened to bite him again.

“So, did I miss anything while I was away being a sex toy for newlyweds?” she asked.

“Nothing too important,” Frank said as he considered the last few days. “Idris was inducted into the harem.”

“I missed that?” Hannah gasped. “Oh, I would have loved to see her get branded.”

“I suggested we delay until you got back, but everyone is in a hurry,” Frank said. “I guess an important person from Jaina and Roric's past has arrived, and he brought a girl with him who is special to Rajeen.”

“What? Really?” Hannah asked as she shifted in his lap to ask questions. Frank explained what he knew of the story and how when Jaina first met Rajeen, they encountered a woman known as Sandris.

“Wait, Idris and Sandris? Why are those names so close?” Hannah asked.

“Just random chance,” Frank shrugged, then continued the story. Sandris was apparently a humanoid deer woman with dear-like ears and a fluffy nub of a tail. However, she had been a man in the real world, and when she arrived in New Eden, she experienced a condition known as gender shock.

“What is gender shock?” Hannah asked.

“It's when somebody chooses to play the opposite gender then gets here and realizes they don't feel comfortable playing it,” Frank said. “Some players completely break down as they are approached by the gender they used to be. In Sandris's case, she joined Rajeen's harem to avoid dealing with men.”

“Oh, right,” Hannah agreed as she considered Rajeen's harem and how it was originally reserved only for lesbians. Rajeen didn't allow her girls to play with boys and enjoyed sitting on her throne, watching them make love to each other. “So she, or he, or whatever, hid in the harem to be surrounded by girls.”

“Right, and it’s she,” Frank corrected. “She is completely female in every way except in her head.”

“Alright, so where does Jaina come into this?” Hannah asked.

Frank explained the rest, how Roric and family were staying at the Inn and growing close to Rajeen. Meanwhile, Sandris made contact with Gisley, asking for help. She wanted to learn how to be a woman, and Gisley told Jaina. They tried to help by putting her in dreams where she could make love to men and slowly get over her fear. Rajeen discovered their efforts and confronted Jaina, which brought Sandris's condition out in the option. Sandris would never grow unless she were allowed to know the love of men. She had made her first baby steps into this role but needed more. Rajeen eventually agreed to sell Sandris to a new master and hand-picked a druid who suited Idris's nature.

“So they sold him, I mean her, to a man?” Hannah gasped.

“Rajeen apparently cried to see her go, but she said it was for the best,” Frank replied. “Sandris needed to spend time surrendering to a man to embrace what she was fully.”

“I always wondered what happened to the men who came here to be women,” Hannah said as she thought back. “I guess some of them don’t adapt well.”

“Most do just fine,” Frank said. “But I imagine that some of them have a fantasy image of what it's like in their head, and when the reality doesn't match, they struggle with it.”

“Well, I don't know about them, but the fantasy I just lived through was amazing,” Hannah said with a smile. “So this druid and Sandris are here?”

“They arrived the day after the wedding,” Frank said. “They have already been to see Gwen and asked if they could set up a home. He is a very powerful druid and can create what they call a sacred grove.”

Hannah asked what that was, and Frank explained it was a magical forest that would be anchored to a real forest someplace. It could only be entered by passing through hidden doors, and the player would never know they had gone into another realm. Nobody knew where this other space was, but it would be his own private pocket of power anchored to someplace in the Lovewood.

“So it's like the magic door we took from Endril,” Hannah stated as her mind began considering the similarities. “A door to a sort of pocket dimension, but he has control over his.”

“Does your mind ever stop thinking?” he asked as he put an arm around her.

“Only when I am busy pleasuring my master,” Hannah replied and pecked his cheek with a kiss. “I bet Chandice and I could figure out how the magic works and maybe use it to our advantage.”

“You frighten me, and teaming up with Chandice terrifies me to no end,” Frank replied.

“Oh, stop,” Hannah insisted as she considered the options. “I wonder if this new druid will boost Mother's power. Did she say if she was granting him any special title?”

“Not that I am aware of,” Frank replied.

“I kind of want to see it,” Hannah said. “Can we see if Chandice is in her shop and ask if she wants to go?”

“We don’t even know where it is,” Frank pointed out. “And I promised to take Umtha and Quinny on Idris’s adventure.”

“What about Breanne?” Hannah asked.

“She and Evalynn are spending quality time together,” he replied.

“Oh, they are having sex,” Hannah nodded. “Well, can I go see if Chandice is available? She might know where the entrance is.”

“If you want,” Frank replied. “But be back at dark. I want you to myself tonight.”

Hannah smiled and ran her hand up his chest as she looked him in the eyes. “Oh, are you in for a treat tonight,” she laughed. “I learned a new kind of dancing, though we will need to add something fun to our bedroom.”

Frank looked confused, so she gave him a kiss and headed off, racing down the halls to the magic doors. She was at the Jade temple in seconds and practically collided with Gisley coming the other way.

“Hannah!” Gisley screamed and wrapped her in a hug designed to squeeze their breasts together. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Hannah replied as she looked on the beautiful Lunar Fairy. Gisley had a youthful charm with purple skin that sparkled with silver glitter. Her hair was a lovely shade of lavender and fell down her back in gentle curls. Her lips were a dark purple, and her head was crowned by two antennae that would roll down into little buds but unfurled when she was excited. Her most striking feature was her crystalline eyes, that glowed and sparkled with light depending on her mood. She appeared to be an unusually striking woman at most times, but at will, butterfly wings would sprout from her back. They were colored with shades of blue, purple, and midnight black, creating a dark and mysterious pattern. Wherever she went, she left behind magical fairy glitter that could put people to sleep and allow her to play with their dreams. She produced more while flying, especially at night, dancing under full moons, and singing beautiful songs. During those times, she caused clouds of silver glitter to pour out, enchanting everything around her with fairy magic.

“Chandice won’t stop talking about how wonderful you are. She said she’s going to offer Frank all her girls in trade for you,” Gisley laughed.

“I don't think he will sell,” Hannah replied, brushing the fairy woman's hair back. “But if he did, I would want Chandice to keep you so we can make love every night.”

Gisley smiled and stepped in for a kiss before bouncing back to ask where she was going. Hannah explained her desire to find Chandice and explore the magic grove to see if they could learn anything about it.

“Oh, I want to come,” Gisley said excitedly. “Please, please, can I go too?”

“Sure,” Hannah laughed and turned to lead the way when Gisley suddenly burst out in delighted laughter.

“Oh, you got more tattoos!” she said and rushed to Hannah, running her hands along her back.

“What do you mean I have more?” Hannah asked as she tried to look over her shoulder to see them.

“You have Roric's stamp and one for a lesbian encounter, and oh, you have the little mouth with a drop of white on its tongue,” Gisley said.

“What is that one for?” Hannah asked.

“The lips mean you gave a blow job, and the drop means you swallowed it,” Gisley replied.

“That's on my back?” Hannah said in alarm. “What else is there?”

“Well, you have the folds with two fingers in it for masturbating, and then, ohhhh,” she said, giggling.

“What?” Hannah pleaded. “What am I announcing to the world?”

“You have the long tongue over a black dot,” Gisley said. “You did oral on somebodies ass.”

“Are you seriously saying that’s on my back!” Hannah cried.

“Well, you have the anal sex one as well and the one for dancing for an audience,” Gisley added.

“It’s like my entire weekend is on my back for people to read,” Hannah moaned.

“I think they are pretty,” Gisley said and turned her back to point to a heart with a dark shape of a woman dancing in it. “See, I have the dancing one too.”

“That's lovely,” Hannah said as she hung her head. “I had no idea I would earn tattoos for this.”

“Well, we did say Evalynn extended the forest to make the cabin, so it is technically inside the Lovewood,” Gisley explained.

“And I am not allowed to cover my back?” Hannah asked as Gisley shook her head.

“Let's just go,” Hannah insisted and took her hand, guiding her to the door that would take them to Roric's camp. They arrived in his lodge and hurried down the hall as Hannah wondered if Roric would be home. They entered his throne room to find the gnoll women lounging on the cushions as they talked and a dozen guards standing along the walls. One of the women looked up and smiled before motioning Hannah to come closer.

“That's Lilac,” Gisley said as they drew closer, and the woman stood to meet Hannah.

“So you are the slave my master has grown fond of,” the gnoll woman said with a bow. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

Hannah was struck by how life-like the gnoll woman was, especially considering she was an NPC. She engaged the gnoll in small talk as the woman asked if Hannah would be dancing on Roric's chain later. Hannah said she wasn't sure but that it would likely happen soon, then excused herself to run. They exited the tent with her cheeks bright red as Gisely tried not to laugh at her.

“Roric made those two to be his personal attendants and guards,” Gisley said as they crossed the camp, earning looks from other gnoll NPCs. “They see themselves as his unofficial wives, and they take care of his slave girls for him.”

“Isn't that what Chandice is going to do?” Hannah asked as they crossed the camp situation high on a mountain bluff. It was a rustic camp of logs, furs, and wild carvings made with a shamanistic theme. The bluff was connected to others by sturdy rope bridges, and they crossed on their way to the hidden magic doors. They passed more guards who smiled and even took a swipe at Hannah’s rear, giving her a firm swat that made her smile.

“Why did he spank me?” Hannah asked as they reached the clump of trees that marked the hidden forest doors.

“You're one of the slave girls now,” Gisley said as she headed for two trees with a modest gap between them. “The guards are allowed to touch the slave girls if they want. They do it to let you know they want to have sex. If you respond, they will take you, but if you keep going, they will let you pass. Only Evalynn is ever stopped and taken when they want because she's the camp prisoner and whore.”

“I see,” Hannah said as she stepped between the trunks and emerged in a dark forest full of magical lights. The air was sweet, and the sound of chimes echoed from someplace in the distance as they headed for a secret passage in the tall trees. A minute later, they were rounding the enormous trunk of the tallest tree in the forest. It was as wide around as a large house and towered so high up its branches were in the clouds. It was grown here specifically for Chandice to build the only shop in the forest. This was Chandice's enchanting shop, and as they came around the trunk, Hannah could see the magical network of windows and balconies built directly into the tree.

The girls rushed to the door and stopped to read the sign hung on a hook.

“Gone to pick herbs,” Hannah said as she frowned. “Oh pooh, she isn't here. I can't believe she returned to work the morning after her honeymoon.”

“We can wait for her to come back,” Gisley suggested.

“She's picking herbs,” Hannah replied. “She could be going as far as the swamp or even Quinny's forest to find ingredients. She will probably be gone for hours, and Frank said I had to be back by dark.”

“Oh,” Gisley pouted and spread her wings, fluttering up to sit on a thick branch. “So what do we do?”

“I am thinking,” Hannah replied when something small dropped out of the sky to float before them.

“What are you two doing?” Zillix asked as the pseudo dragon hovered in place, his scales flashing various shiny colors.

Hannah smiled at the dragon, who flew in a little circle while his wings changed colors and then settled on her shoulder. She told him they had come to find Chandice, but she wasn't at home, and now their plans were ruined.

“What plans?” he asked as he twisted his long neck to hover the tiny face right before her eyes. She could see his dark eyes looking back as she smiled at the tiny creature that was no larger than a typical house cat.

“Well, we heard a druid had set up a sacred grove in the forest, and we wanted to find it,” Hannah replied. “Do you happen to know where it is?”

Zillix looked at a loss as he raised a single claw to scratch the side of his head. He admitted he had no idea the druid was here or where he might have made his grove, but he said he did see a man and a woman with a fluffy tail walking down a trail the other day.

“That was probably them,” Hannah said excitedly. “Did you see where they went?”

“I can show you the trail,” he offered.

“Oh, thank you,” Gisley cried and hopped off her perch in a shower of silver glitter. “I so want to see Sandris again.”

“Frank told me about her,” Hannah said as Zillix pointed to the path that would take them to the main road. “It sounds like you really helped her.”

“Oh, she was in a terrible state,” Gisley said. “She wanted to know what it was like to make love to a man, but she was so afraid to try. She was hiding in the harem so she would never have to face the possibility, but then she met us.”

“Frank told me all about the dreams,” Hannah replied as they headed for the road. She took in the magical beauty of the forest, whose atmosphere was always the perfect illumination, and glowing motes floated on the breeze. Bird songs, distant chimes, and haunting flutes could often be heard as the magical landscape of ferns and glowing colors passed. She loved this place and its magical nature so much that she felt moved to embrace it.

Hannah lifted her voice in song as her hands danced, causing her feet to float into the air as flowers grew beneath them. Gisley squealed and fluttered around her as Hannah built her pollen and cast it out, turning it into a cloud of butterflies dancing around them.

“Oh, let’s be our forest selves,” Gisley said.

“Forest selves?” Hannah asked with a funny smile.

“Yeah, I am a fairy. Zillix is a forest dragon, and you're a beautiful forest princess with flower magic,” Gisley said as she fluttered around the two.

“Hmm,” Hannah said as she smiled and raised a hand as a halo of golden pollen and a few butterflies began to circle her horns. “Does that count as a crown?”

“I love it,” Gisley clapped, and they headed down the tail as Hannah left a trail of blooming flowers in her wake. They meandered a bit, with Gisley showing her where hidden statues or secret paths were hidden. Zillix eventually took them to a small trail of stepping stones on a mossy carpet that wandered deep into the thick trees. He said he saw them turn here and enter the trees as he flew by on his way home.

“So it must be this way,” Hannah said as she took the path. Gisley had to land to walk as the trees were dense, and Hannah took her hand, causing her to float over the flowers as she giggled. They walked down the path as Hannah sang a little song, her silken voice carrying through the forest. They followed the trail to a little stream that was ankle-deep and crossed without a care. The trail headed deeper until the sides were thick with ferns and spotted with mushrooms. Hannah held Gisley's hand with Zillix on her shoulder as they entered a dark glade marked by a mysterious old stump.

“I don’t remember this place,” Gisley said as she looked around.

“Well, the trail ends here,” Hannah said as she waded into the low brush, the leaves of ferns tickling her legs.

“What is this sacred grove supposed to look like?” Zillix asked as he flew off her shoulder to look around.

“I don’t really know,” Hannah admitted. “But Frank said it would be anchored to the forest by a magical door.”

“Like our forest doors?” Gisley asked as she shook her wings and made a trail of glitter.

“Maybe,” Hannah said as she turned around. “But there are so many trees, and you have to enter the doors from the right direction. It could take us weeks to find it here.”

“We might have to wait for Chandice,” Gisley said sadly. “If she even knows the way.”

“Why don't we split up and search the trees?” Zillix suggested and flew off as Gisley went in the other direction.

Hannah felt bad for the fairy woman who so wanted to see her friend Sandris again. She began her search, looking around the clearing and even inspecting the stump, hoping it would shed light on the answer. She could find no trace of anyone passing this way and no trail out of the clearing. She supposed they might have gone into the trees themselves, but that meant they could have gone in any direction. She wasn't even sure where Gisley and Zillix went as the two were now out of sight.

“Gisley?” Hannah called as she paced across the clearing. “Oh great, now I lost my fairy.” She was about to get angry when she remembered she had a spell to ask the flowers to find things for her. She went to the nearest clump of bluebells to ask them to lead her to Gisley when she had another idea.

“I wonder if they can lead me to the door?” Hannah gasped, then leaned over the flower and sang a little song, causing them to sway as if dancing to her tune. “Now show me where the doorway is,” she whispered and stood back.

She smiled as golden pollen glittered in the air, and suddenly, little blue flowers began to grow. They stretched out, forming a meandering line as they grew across the clearing and wandered into the trees. Hannah followed the magical growth until it stopped at two old trunks a hundred paces in. The trees were situated on a little hill and leaned apart as their branches formed an archway.

“This must be it,” she whispered, looking around for the fairy and dragon. “Gisley? Zillix?” she called again, but nobody responded. She twisted in indecision as she stood at the door to adventure and wondered if she should go back to the clearing to wait. She decided just to take a peak and then rush back to tell them where the door was.

With a nervous breath, she took the first step and passed between the trees on the hill. Instantly, she came out in a place full of sunlight and low grass so green it almost looked painted. Around them were tall trees with slender trunks and thick, weeping canopies of dark leaves. A path of perfectly white paving stones led in a slowly meandering path through the sunny landscape.

“This is beautiful,” Hannah gasped as she took in a forest that looked as if a gardener was keeping it clean. She debated going back, but her curiosity got the better of her, and she took a dozen steps down the trail. Everywhere she looked was a well-landscaped garden of lush growth inviting her to come and explore.

Without thinking she wandered down the pastoral road that routinely passed marble ruins. The trail reached a little hill on which rested a round stone gazebo-like building covered with climbing flowers. Hannah was struck by the stark beauty and ascended the hill to look inside to see something wonderful.

The only object in the space was a large bed of carved dark wood placed in the shade. It had no mattress she could see, but it was completely filled with flower petals of every imaginable color. They looked as if they had just been freshly picked an hour ago and placed her by the bucket load. The air was sweeter than Hannah ever remembered, and the sun danced around the building in an almost rhythmic display.

She couldn't resist running her hand over the cushion of petals, savoring the silky touch that left her skin slick. Hannah couldn't imagine a more magical place to make love, and visions of Frank holding her down as he took her body played through her head. She didn’t even realize her hands had wandered as she reached low and rubbed her pussy. Her mind swam with fantasy as she climbed into that sea of flower petals and rolled to her back to feel their silken kiss across her skin.

Hannah spread her legs wide with her feet in the air as her fingers danced in practiced circles over her clit. Her tail curled into tight loops as her body trembled under her passionate touch. Her voice began to escape in short gasps as she writhed on her bed of petals, seeking an orgasm. She imagined Frank overtop of her, pressing her down as they made love. The image sent her heart racing, and her back arched as she let out a powerful moan. A moment later, her legs shook, and Hannah's fingers went wet as she had an orgasm in the magical bed. She collapsed and lay limp, her legs hanging over the side as she breathed deeply to recover.

Only then did she feel the presence and look up through sex-hazed eyes to see somebody standing at the foot of the bed. She gasped as her arms crossed her chest, and her vision cleared to see a beast of a man. He was easily eight feet tall with a broad, bovine face and deep dark eyes. He had antlers like a moose on his head and arms as thick as small trees. He looked down on her naked body without saying a word, his powerful hands tracing her spread legs as she trembled.

“Are you the druid?” she whispered, but he didn't respond except to run a hand along her stomach. “Wait,” Hannah gasped as he leaned forward, his eyes gazing into hers so she could see the hunger. He reached up and pulled at the metal ring of her collar as she nodded slowly.

“I am a sex slave,” Hannah admitted as the man silently watched. “I am part of the forest.” She had no idea why she said that but realized she had just given him permission to ravage her. She felt something warm and soft on her stomach and glanced down to see a massive hard cock reaching nearly to her breasts. The mystery man said nothing as he stood between her spread legs and took her firmly by both wrists. He spread her arms wide, pinning them to the bed as she gasped.

Hannah was held down just as she was fantasizing by a man whose race she couldn’t identify. Her voice escaped her as he rocked his hips, sliding his massive cock along her stomach. Her lips trembled as he leaned back, and she felt it slide over her stomach. She nearly yelped when it dropped between her legs and pressed at the entrance to her soul. He waited to see if she would protest, but all she could think of was her fantasy of being ravaged.

She was frozen, unable to react as this strange bovine-like man said nothing. He held her wrists and pressed, her body suddenly feeling the pressure of that thick cock. Now she found her voice, but it only came out as a long low moan as her pussy welcomed his cock without resistance. To her shock, her body responded instantly, cuming in a powerful orgasm as he filled her. She lost all sense of self as this strange, bestial man began a long firm rhythm, his cock reaching deep into her soul.

Hannah tugged at her arms as she thrashed, her body spiraling into the intoxicating flows of sexual tension. Her mind told her to resist and cry out, but her heart implored her to surrender and take his cock. She moaned with every thrust, the silken touch of flower petals caressing her skin. He never said a word as he took her body, thrusting deeply as her feet danced in the air. For brief moments, she fought to regain her senses and understand what was happening. Was she making love to a complete stranger on a bed of flowers? Was she really a forest whore? She tossed her head, moaning as her next orgasm raced in, causing her stomach to roll as he pleasured her.

She had three more before he started to breathe heavily, and his hands tightened around her wrists. She closed her eyes and accepted the truth that this strange man was going to cum inside her. She was his plaything, his toy, his forest whore, and she was going to take all he could give. When it came, she cried out, her shared orgasm making her legs shake as she felt hot seed fill her womb. He slowed his thrusting as she collapsed to the petals, breathing heavily while he held her in place. Then, without a word, he started again, his cock resuming the firm pace.

“Noooo,” Heather moaned as her back arched and she tugged at her wrists again. She was helpless as he began anew, making love to her body as she lay on her bed of flowers. Once again, he drove her to several orgasms, then breathed heavily before having one of his own. She felt the heat inside renew as he pumped her womb full of a second load while she shared the orgasm once more. He slowed and then paused to let her breathe while still looking deep into her soul.

Hannah looked up through her sex-drunk eyes to see him silently watching her. Once again, he started thrusting, and she tossed her head as he forced her to endure it a third time. This time took longer, but time was meaningless to her. All she knew was the terrible fire inside as her stranger made love to her body. When he finished, he started again, then again, and then a fifth time. Hannah was hyper-sensitive by now, her sexual escalation making each new orgasm more powerful than the one before. She screamed in delight with every new release, the petals at her waist wet with her climaxes.

At last, he seemed tired, and his final thrusts grew more desperate as he let out a loud groan. It was the most noise she heard him make in all the time they made love, and she looked up to see him staring back. She bit her lower lip in a sign of submission as he suddenly shook. Hannah's feet went ridged as her back arched, sharing a final powerful orgasm. She squeezed handfuls of petals as she cried out in one last gasp. He held her steady as his cock pumped yet another load of his seed into her overflowing pussy. She felt it seeping out around him, her body unable to contain anymore. Then at the last moment, he pulled out, his cock hovering over her stomach. She gasped as he came, a rope of hot seed falling across her chest and face. She tasted it as it coated her tongue, and a second pulse filled the valley between her breasts. His final spurt pooled on her stomach, then dripped as he held her firmly in place.

Hannah closed her eyes, panting at what just happened. He released her arms, and she rolled on her side, curling into a ball as flower petals stuck to her cum stained skin. Her pussy throbbed from the powerful sex as she drifted away, slipping into a deep sleep.

“Hannah?” Gisley called as she shook her shoulder. “Hannah, are you alright?”

Hannah blinked in the dim light and raised an arm to shade her eyes as she woke from her slumber. She slowly sat up, looking around to see she was beside the stump in the dark clearing.

“What. What happened?” Hannah asked as she felt dizzy.

“We don't know,” Gisley said as Zillix looked down from her shoulder. “We went off to look for the door, and when we came back, you were lying here asleep.”

“I was asleep?” Hannah questioned as she thought of the strange bovine man and the sex that had rocked her soul.

“Where did your clothes go?” Gisley asked as Hannah tried to get her bearings.

Hannah looked in alarm to see her silken wraps were missing, and her body was laid bare to the forest. Her eyes widened as she noticed flower petals glued to her skin and plucked one off to roll it between her fingers.

“Are you alright?” Gisley asked.

“I'm fine,” Hannah said as she stood on wobbly legs, then felt something shift inside. She could feel the cum moving as it flowed down, gravity pulling at the abundance like a tide. She cupped a hand over her pussy as it started to leak between her fingers.

“Oh, did you make love to somebody?” Gisley asked as she saw the sticky mess.

“I don't know,” Hannah said, stumbling a few paces.

“Maybe I should carry you,” Zillix offered as he flew from Gisley's shoulders and sparkled with colorful light. In a flash, he was a tall, powerful man with green-scaled skin and rippling muscles. His head was that of a dragon, but his neck was short and thick. He reached down with powerful arms and swept Hannah up to carry her away. She was grateful for the rescue and lay her tired head on his shoulder as she tried to make sense of what just happened. She was sure she had found the sacred grove and suspected she had just made love to its master.

Zillix carried her home as she swooned in a daze, wondering if she would ever see that man again. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the dragon's strong arms as he whisked her back to the Inn and handed her to Rajeen. Gisley explained how they found her, and Rajeen assured them she would take it from there. Hannah quickly found herself in a soothing bubble bath as six harem girls scrubbed her body clean.

“I take it you met him then,” Rajeen said with a funny smile.

“Met who?” Heather asked as she started to recover.

Rajeen leaned closer and whispered in her ear. “You have a new mark on your back,” the tiger woman said. “A hoof print with antlers. It is the mark of the master druid, the keeper of the sacred grove. You, my dear, have the honor of being the first girl he has taken from the forest.”

“I made love to the druid?” Hannah gasped.

“Yes,” Rajeen purred. “Now rest, and let the girls clean you up. Your husband has been hungry for you, and you will need your strength for the night. I will put you in my bed so you can sleep and ensure you are not claimed by another before Frank can satisfy his desires.”

“Umm, can’t I just use my cleanse power?” Hannah asked.

“You could,” Rajeen agreed with a nod. “Or you could soak in a hot bubble bath while six beautiful girls rub your body.”

“Point taken,” Hannah said as she lay her head back while the woman did their job. With a contented sigh, she closed her eyes and relished what had just happened. Somehow, she had been swept away and made love to a man without so much as a word. Now she had to face the fact that Hannah, the sex slave, had become Hannah, the forest whore.