Princess Hannah of the Jade Harem CH 09

another straight repost of an earlier chapter

The time had come when it would all change, and Hannah felt strangely at peace. Frank had made it clear that he would always love her no matter where this road led. All he wanted to know in return was that she would always choose him. Now, she was in Blackbast's temple to serve her purpose, and Frank would be her first experience.

Clawed fingers came to the back of her head, gently caressing as she shook. She twisted nervously as his hand rolled down her back, careful to avoid nicking with a nail. She savored that touch as her tail reached up to trace his long arm.

Breathing heavily, she looked at his groin, inches from her face. Frank, being a ghoul, only ever wore tattered pants so badly worn that not a scrap of them remained below the knee. They were filthy things, more rags than clothing, serving only to hide what he carried inside. She breathed deeply to look directly at them as he continued to rub her back.

He noticed her gaze and stopped his rubbing to push her forward gently. “Go ahead, take them off.”

With shaking hands, she reached for the belt that looked as if it had corroded with age. He was a ghoul, after all, and spent a great deal of time in dirty tunnels and caves. She pulled at the buckle, sliding the strap away until the pants came loose, her hands the only thing supporting them. With rapid breaths, she let them fall and looked at Frank to see he was indeed a man.

His cold, pallid gray skin was like rubber, with tufts of hair growing on his head and back. He was perfectly smooth down below and surprisingly clean, considering the pants she had just taken off. Despite having seen it before, she was always shocked to see his large ghoul cock, a thing that struck terror into lesser women. She had heard the harem girls whispering about it after a few brave souls dared to try it. She tried not to think about her first time with that terrible weapon and how she screamed in passion. She supposed that was about to happen again as she looked up to meet his dull yellow eyes.

“Why do you keep getting bigger?” she groaned.

“It's all the strength and toughness upgrades I take,” Frank replied. “Each one increased my size a little.”

“Does every part of you have to get bigger?” Hannah protested. “You could make a horse jealous.”

“I can’t help it,” Frank protested. “If you want, we can do this in my human form.”

“No,” Hannah said as she looked down. “This is who you are, and I am here to serve and comfort you. Besides, we both know the collar will make it work.” She was grateful for the collar as that cock grew before her eyes. If not for its magical ability to make her body stretch for large men, she was pretty sure she would die in their lovemaking.

“I need you to help me,” she whispered. “I need you to treat me like you should.”

“You might be wearing that collar, but you will always be Hannah to me," Frank said. "But if it will help you," he began and reached down to lift her chin so she was looking into his eyes. "Do your job, slave. Don't keep me waiting."

Hannah looked down and cleared her throat before reaching out with both hands. His skin felt cold and rubbery, but she was long over that. Clutching with a firm grip, she began to stroke, her hands gliding across his skin with ease.

[lvl 7 Sex Slave skill: silken grip] Your hands are smooth as silk and never drags on the skin. You can stroke a man without lubrication and bring them to orgasm easily.

Hannah couldn't help but smile as Frank groaned, the mere stroke of her hands more than enough to stimulate him. If she wanted, she could bring him to orgasm with ease, but that hard cock was pointed right at her face, and she wasn't sure she was ready for that.

Frank sighed as Hannah began to stroke with both hands, stimulating his body as he grew between her fingers. She was shocked as it kept coming, rising forward and practically poking her in the face. Hannah was in awe of his size as he pressed at her chin, finally reaching his full length. Without being told, she opened her mouth, pressing her lips as far over the tip as she could. Her mind reeled at what she was doing, but deep inside, she wanted this, wanted Frank. No, it was something more than that, something more primal. She realized that what she really wanted was to show him she was a whore, and her hands trembled at that revelation.

She moaned as her lips rolled over the head, her tongue teasing his flesh. Thanks to the magic collar, she could fill her mouth and throat without choking, but in her mouth, she had limits. Frank was beyond what her jaw could contain, so she had to settle for running along the sides, swishing her tongue as she sucked at his cold flesh. Frank looked down, watching as she worked, his erection rock hard in her hands.

"Hannah," he groaned as her eyes met his. "I have waited a long time for this. I love seeing you serve me as a whore.”

She was sure her heart fluttered at his words, and her breath caught in her chest. He wanted her to do this for a  long time now. He had dreamed of her being a whore? She wondered how long he had this thought and started to smile. If he had been thinking of her like this for so long, nothing would change now. That sent a wave of tingling power down her spine as she hungered to push the scene further. She wanted to be that whore and serve him just as he always dreamed she would.

“I am sorry I made you wait,” she replied and sat back to stroke him firmly. She smiled as another thought came to mind and realized now was the best time to try it. “I want to serve you like a whore would, but you're too big for my mouth. So let's try something else, something I couldn't do in the real world. I will need you to kneel, though. You're too tall.”

Frank did as she asked, kneeling before the bed as Hannah slid off the side until only her shoulders remained. She reached up, took firm hold of his manhood, and pressed it between her breasts. Then she reached lower, grabbing her wet pussy and using the honey to coat her chest. With oiled hands, she squeezed them together, gripping his cold cock tightly.

He didn't need further prompting as his waist moved, and a massive cock slid between her breasts. It rolled over her mouth, and she opened wide to suck and kiss the underside. Frank reached down, grabbing her breasts as he increased his speed, hungry for more. She felt the cold grip of his undead skin burning against her tender flesh and writhed for the joy of it. A rush of new sensations flooded her body as she leaned back to let him fuck her breasts. It was the first time she had done it, and she was glad it was with Frank. He squeezed harder, pressing her coppery breasts firmly as her long tail thrashed. Thanks to the power of the slave collar, even this was like having actual sex.

[lvl 18 Sex Slave skill: Sensitive skin] You can now orgasm from breast or thigh sex as easily as vaginal. Even a good massage is enough to build you up.

She threw her arms back to let him do the work as he pounded between her breasts. Frank groaned as she held her tongue out, tasting him with every pass. She used one hand to keep him pressed to her lips and get as much inside her mouth as she could. He was going at her firmly now, fucking her breasts like she was a whore. Her hips rocked up as she reached down, rubbing her clit with a free hand. In seconds, the power built, and before she knew it, she was rocking in an orgasm.

Hannah cried out as she came, her body shaking even as her breasts were held firm. Frank growled as he squeezed them tighter, the heat between them warming even his cold, dead skin. His monstrous face was one of stone, drool falling from his horrid teeth to splatter on her chest. She shook from head to toe, unable to believe this moment had finally come and cursing herself for making it take so long. With a feral growl, he squeezed harder as she groaned under the sudden pressure.

Hannah knew he was close, so she activated prolong to keep him on the edge. He shook as his body screamed to cum, but she was in control now. She might be a sex slave whore, but that didn't mean she couldn't have fun.

[lvl 11 Sex slave skill: Prolong] Slow the onset of your partner's orgasm, keeping them right at the edge for far longer than they would normally be able to bear. Women have significantly longer orgasms, and men never lose their erections during this period.

“I want to fuck you like this more," he snarled as drool fell between her breasts to help coat his cock.

“You can come to the temple anytime you desire to have me," she replied as she smiled. "But you might have to wait for other guests to finish with me." Her words spurred a fire inside him as he thrust harder, his cock too rapid for her to suck easily. She closed her eyes as her head fell back, the hand between her legs helping to push her to another orgasm. She came with a vengeance, screaming in delight as the pounding between her breasts made the bed shake. Frank was hungry to cum, but her prolong was keeping him right on the edge, driving him wild.

Hannah wanted more, much more, and her mind devised ways to push her limits. She realized that one such opportunity was right before her, and she gave in to decadent hunger. Her hands wrapped around his cock to steady the end as she leaned up to press him into her open mouth. His thrusts drove the tip in as she let her prolong fade, and his orgasm exploded over her tongue. She groaned as her mouth filled with the first massive pulse of his cock, and then the shock of a shared orgasm shook her core.

[lvl 2 Sex Slave Skill: Shared orgasm] Any time your partner orgasms, so do you. Shared orgasms are always more intense.

Her mouth came away as she struggled to swallow the silken gift that filled her mouth to overflowing. His next pulse coated her face and ran down her neck as she struggled to contain her own writhing flesh. She pressed her hungry mouth back to his cock as she stroked with both hands, swallowing two mouthfuls as his cum ran between her breasts. She couldn't believe what she had just done, nor how excited it had made her. She loved feeling his cum on her skin and knowing she had pleased her master.

She slowed her stroking when the cum stopped flowing and looked up to see him watching. She knew her face was slick with his release, but he seemed pleased by what he saw. His hands came off her breasts, and she dared herself to push a little further, running her fingers between her breasts to sweep up some cum and press it between her lips.

“Yumm,” she hummed and smiled as he stepped back. “Did I please you? Was I a good whore?"

“Yes,” Frank replied as he panted. “You are a good whore.”

Hannah smiled and struggled up, her face and chest glistening with his cum. She felt more alive than she ever remembered being in her life. Something about this complete surrender was making her hungry for more. She needed him to keep going, to push her further, so she turned around and crawled into the bed on hands and knees. She stopped when her rear was right at the edge and swayed it before him, using her tail to flick her wet pussy.

“Here is where I want you,” she said before licking her lips with her long tongue to get more cum. “Make me yours.” She tried not to smile as he stepped closer, and his cock bounced off her leg. She reached back and grabbed a firm hold, pressing the shaft to her pussy, eager to feel him in her body. He was bigger than any man had a right to be, and she prayed Blackbast had spent some point on the accommodation skill.

Frank held still as Hannah worked her hips, gliding the folds of her pussy over his cum slick skin. She felt an almost feral need to have him as if this had been a great unfulfilled desire for years. She used a hand to collect cum from her chest and rubbed it into her pussy to ensure she was slick. Her body greeted her, the primal desire wetting her from the inside as if imploring her to hurry. Delicately, she took hold of him and leaned forward, then crawled a bit to get in front of his cock. Using her hand to guide him, she pressed his body to the entrance to her soul, determined to give him everything. There was a moment of pain as her delicate flesh stretched around the head, trying to absorb the girth. Then her body seemed to swell, hungrily opening up and accepting him. With a loud cry, Frank slid in six inches, then two more as her body gave way. She planted her hands firmly, groaning between her pants as she wiggled her hips, not believing how deep he was.

Panting for control, she almost yelped when massive hands took her by the hips, and she learned just how deep he could truly go.

“Frank!” she cried as he pulled her back. Her arms wobbled as he reached so deep into her core she was sure he had ruptured her. She hung her head with a long moan as he pulled away slowly, leaving her feeling as if there was a void inside. When he returned to fill the space, she cried out with a grunting plea, the sensation nearly overwhelming.

Slowly, he began the process, her body his plaything as he held those round hips tight. She cried out with every thrust, her hands squeezed into fists, clutching the blankets in a death grip. She couldn't believe what was happening and who it was happening with. She was becoming a temple whore, and it was Frank who was making her one.

His grip tightened, the tips of his nails prickling her skin. He picked up the tempo, grinding into her body as she wailed, breasts swinging wildly with every thrust. Deep inside, something began to stir as Hannah's body responded to the punishment. It was a storm of epic proportions being fed by the ghoul ravaging her body. Before she knew what was happening, her legs began to shake, and her back arched as a long, low wail escaped her mouth. The endless torment drove the storm on until it rolled with thunder, and her stomach tightened in response. The orgasm was mind-blowing, coursing through her system even as Frank never so much as slowed his pace.

“You made me wait too long for this,” he growled as the torment went on.

“I’m sorry!” she wailed between pants. “I will never deny you again!”

“I know you won't because you're a whore now, and you are going to serve here often,”  he commanded. “I expect you to be here whenever I hunger for sex, and you will be eager to please me.”

“Yes!” she cried. “Oh, Frank, please come back often. I want to show you what a good whore I am!” Her hands clawed at the bed as she rocked in another orgasm, her mind melting as he fucked her good and hard. She had never known him to be like this, and the power was driving her wild. She wanted more, much more, and before she knew it, she was crying out.

“Frank!” she screamed. “I want it to be like this always. I want you to fuck me like a whore and never make love to me again.”

“And it will always be in the ghoul form," Frank said as he wrapped one hand around her neck and shoulders. "From now on, I fuck you like this."

Hannah's body exploded in another orgasm in response to his promise. His massive cock drove hard through her body, causing sprays of her honey with every wet slap. She was in another world; her mind completely surrendered to the fact that she was a whore. From now on, she would fuck on command, no matter who, when, or where it was demanded. Her tail wrapped around his arm at her waist as he held her in a grip of stone. She couldn't do anything but take that terrible pounding that was driving her body wild. Her next orgasm was so powerful she lost her voice, and it came out as a strangled cry.

Frank kept up the pace until he too started to groan, then suddenly he pulled her up, holding her by the waist and neck as he lost control. Hannah felt his cock reach deep than ever before as her back arched until her shoulders were on his chest. Suddenly, her shared orgasm exploded as he throbbed inside her stomach. She reached down with a trembling hand to feel the bulge of his cock well above her belly button. She could feel it pulsing as he filled her womb with his sticky undead cum.

Hannah was held in that position until he was through. Then, without a word, he suddenly yanked himself free while dropping her to the bed. She curled into a trembling ball with her hands cupped over her abused pussy as undead cum flowed between her fingers. The bed moved as Frank climbed in and lay beside her on his back. When she looked up, he was watching her intently as his huge cock stood ready for use.

“What?” she asked as he narrowed his eyes in displeasure.

“I thought you were a whore," he said as his gaze went to his sex-soaked cock. "Jaina would already have it cleaned."

Hannah felt shocked that she had been compared to Jaina and found wanting. She struggled to sit up, her body throbbing from the pounding he had just given her. She looked at his waist to see his cock sticky with her fluids, waiting to be cleaned. She understood what he wanted and crawled forward, her mouth open to please. With eyes closed, she descended on him, tasting the flavor of her body as she sucked and kissed every inch. She started at the top, sucking gently as she stroked him to push the last of his cum out. Then she worked her way lower, her long Lilim tongue wrapping around his cock as she hungrily ate every drop of their sex. When she reached the base, she bent lower, licking his thighs and balls as it took both hands to lift a single side. She lavished them with kisses as he began to groan, sucking tenderly at the skin as her pussy continued to ooze with cum.

When he was clean from top to bottom, she looked up, yearning to be filled again. He nodded, and slowly, she crawled forward until her lips came free. She smiled and threw her leg over his waist, coming to her knees above him.

“No, not yet,” he said. “Turn around. I want to see your butt.”

Hannah did as commanded, turning until her rear was facing him. His cold fingers came to her flesh, nails slowly dragging across her rear to drive her mad. She gently swayed her hips for him as he played with the folds of her body, learning their every secret.

“Use your cleanse skill,” he commanded. “I want you cleaned up.”

Hannah obeyed and activated cleanse as a sensation like running water washed over her body. With a sparkle of white, she was completely clean inside and out, every trace of their sex washed away.

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

Frank took a firm hold of her waist and pulled her back, his grip like stone. She followed the motion as her heart started to race. He was pulling her away from his cock and toward his face, with that narrow mouth of horrible teeth. Her mind flashed with images of jagged yellow teeth tasting her flesh, but they were quickly replaced by a long, ghoul tongue sliding between her folds. The cold touch of his tongue made her body go wild, and she thrashed uncontrollably as it reached into her body. His tongue was longer than her own and strong as a hard cock. She grit her teeth as he ate her from the inside out, then focused on her clit as she started to tremble. Her arms went weak as an orgasm built from the oral sex below.

She looked at his cock as that long tongue fed from her body. Moaning, she bent down, pressing her lips back to the head as she clung to it for support. Her body rocked in an orgasm as she began sucking every inch that could be reached. He pressed her more fully to his mouth, her back arching to accommodate him as he feasted like the monster he was. The sensation drove her wild as something inside began to grow anew. She couldn't believe how easily she was building another orgasm and wished she had become a whore sooner.

"Oh, I should have picked sex slave from the start!" she cried. "You should have chained me in your mausoleum and used me for your plaything." He didn't respond, his mouth too busy consuming her tender flesh to reply. She began to thrash as his long tongue reached inches into the heated core of her body, lapping at the walls with greedy delight. She twitched and wailed as the storm inside built up once again, threatening to let loose like a hurricane. The moment came when she teetered on the precipice, leaning up to clutch her breasts. Her voice was gone as her legs went tight, and the dam finally broke as the floodwaters came rushing out.

Her voice was like a song, carrying through the air in sweet harmonies as her body fed the foul monster below. She thrashed as he held her tight, hungrily lapping up the juice of her passion, tasting her secret delights.

Breathing in short gasps with eyes closed, she held on as long as she could. Thankfully, he was done with her and allowed her the mercy of collapsing to his legs. She curled into a ball and lay there twitching, desperately trying to catch her breath. Frank didn't move except to run some fingers over her thigh, reminding her the job wasn't done.

“I want you on top, but keep your back to me,” he said. “I want you to pleasure me like you love me.”

Hannah moved with surprising strength, considering the chain of orgasms she had already had. She assumed this was another perk of her class, the ability to keep going long after she should be tired. She sat up and moved back, positioning herself over his waist. His hands came around her to hold her up as she reached down and guided him in.

The moan she produced was one of pure, unbridled lust as her lover returned to conquer her. He slid into her body, filling the void left behind from his last brutal attack, causing her stomach to twist. She planted her feet and leaned forward, using his legs for support as she began a smooth, rhythmic motion.

With eyes closed, she focused on her task, working him through her body as deeply as she could. The motion was slow but deliberate as she groaned from the punishment going on inside. A smile spread on her face as the sensation of an orgasm began again, another storm on the horizon. She leaned into his legs and quickened the pace, going in short deep humps. Frank responded with a groan, his legs twisting under her grip. Her smile widened, and she pushed harder, eager to give him anything he wanted.

Her moans competed with his gasps as she continued to work, the need for the next orgasm driving her on. She couldn't believe this was happening yet and wished it had happened sooner. With a shudder, her body convulsed, but suddenly, his hands clenched tightly around her waist. She was held firm as he began to thrust from below, driving himself into her body as it shook in pleasure.

Frank moaned louder, his grip growing even more powerful as the war in her stomach reached new heights. His pace quickened as he drove deeper into her hungry flesh. Hannah thrashed, clutching at her chest as the torment inside made her weak. She felt her legs begin to shake and was grateful he was holding her up. She realized he was fucking her like the whore she was, and she loved every moment of it. This would be her future as he used her like this whenever he desired. She groaned as her body reached another quivering climax, and she began to dream of an endless trail of men visiting the temple to use her services. The image sent a shiver down her spine as she realized word would spread. Soon people would know where to find her, and she would find her days busy as men came to fuck Hannah the whore.

“Frank!” she cried as her orgasm teetered on the brink. “Fuck me! Please, fuck me!”

Suddenly, he lurched, pulling her down as he drove up. His head went back even as his legs stretched out, tight as corded steel. He pulled away only a little and thrust back in as a moan escaped his lips, and an intense heat began to fill her insides. Hannah’s shared orgasm told her what was happening as her eyes rolled back. The sensation was overwhelming, and the depth he reached pushed her to new levels of power. Even as he throbbed inside, filling her with his milky gift, she convulsed; the floodgates opened once more to spill out in an endless torrent.

He held her motionless, impaled on his body as the last few throbs faded. She was panting like she had just run a marathon, her stomach sore from intense orgasms and the thrusting within. For minutes he held her in place, his cock still deep inside, then finally let go so she could move.

Hannah was reeling from what had just happened. Frank, the boy who had been her friend ever since arriving in this strange world, had just fucked her silly. Her body was alive with orgasmic energy from that pounding, and his tremendous cock was still firmly implanted in her flesh. Just having him there made her hornier, and she couldn't believe what she did next.

Laying back, she fell to his chest, careful to keep him inside. She then reached down and pressed her fingers into the folds of her flesh and began to masturbate, vigorously working at her clit. Frank stroked the side of her head as she began to moan, her pussy convulsing only to squeeze against his firm mast. The sensation grew quickly, and before she knew it, she was orgasming again; the pleasure never allowed to subside.

“Keep doing that,” Frank commanded. “I want you to masturbate often and earn the tattoo for having people watch you do it.”

Hannah nearly came at the mention of letting people watch her masturbate. She was so lost to the power of their sex that she wished there were people in the temple right now to watch. She brought herself to climax three more times before he started to whisper to her softly. He told her that she was a good whore and that he expected her to earn her tattoos rapidly. She would serve in the temple and play in the forest, seeking anyone she could pleasure.

Hannah agreed to everything, her mind unable to resist. Her fingers began to slow as her strength waned from the power of intense sex. She smiled as her exhausted body began to slip away. Unaware of when it happened, she fell asleep. Hours later, she was woken up as he began to thrust again. She realized she had fallen asleep with his cock still firmly inside, and he had simply chosen to fuck her again. They made love on and off for hours, the bed soaked with their sex until Hannah faded away once more.

When her eyes came open, he was gone, as was the night. It was after morning, judging by the sun, and she carefully crawled out of bed, still soaked with their passions. She headed for the door, but it opened before she could reach it, and Blackbast entered the room.

“Are you awake?” Blackbast called as she poked her head in.

“Where is Frank?” Hannah asked as if it was all that mattered.

Blackbast stepped in and shut the door behind her. She walked to Hannah, took her hand, and guided her to the tub before telling her to get in.

“Frank is gone,” she said as she ran the water.

“But why would he go?” Hannah asked as the tub slowly filled.

“Because he is done with you," Blackbast replied. "He got what he wanted, and now he has other things to do."

“Oh," Hannah replied, realizing he didn't owe her a goodbye. She was a temple whore, and he no longer desired her services.

“You look upset, but don’t be,” Blackbast said as she helped Hannah into the tub. “I spoke with him before he went. He had tears in his eyes as he told me how much he loved you.”

“He did?” Hannah gasped as she stepped into the tub and sank into the warm water. Blackbast rubbed her shoulders with scented oil and urged her to soak before telling her the rest. Frank had insisted that Blackbast take good care of her while she was at the temple and that he never realized just how much he loved her. Hannah found those words comforting as the water crested over her shoulders, and the cat woman began to wash her hair. If this was the life of a temple whore, she was ready to serve.

“So, now that you have performed your role, are you ready to do it again?” the feline woman asked.

Hannah nodded as a smile spread over her face. She was still nervous, but Frank had made it clear they were doing this for each other out of love. She wanted to show him just how much his command meant to her, and he wanted her to serve. She was going to go through with it, but there was one thing she wanted first.

“Blackbast,” Hannah said as she looked up. “Do you remember the first time you bathed me?”

“I do," Blackbast said as she rubbed Hannah's scalp. "You were so beautiful, and I was hungry for you like I had never known."

“Well, are you hungry now?" Hannah asked as she smiled. "Would you like to join me in the bath?" She giggled as the cat woman discarded her silks and climbed into the tub. They made love in the warm, soapy water with a loving passion, and Hannah realized a simple truth. She loved what she was and would never look back as she embraced being Hannah, the sex slave.