Princess Hannah of the Jade Harem CH 08

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Heather walked through the forest with Quinny at her side as Blackbast followed, admonishing them about what they were about to do. She couldn't believe this day had come where she would willingly the mark of a forest girl and begin earning the magical tattoos. So many things had changed in the past few weeks, and more were sure to come, but this was a step that had her both excited and nervous.

“Are you scared?” Quinny asked as they headed down the stone path.

“A little,” Heather replied and took Quinny's hand. “Once we do this, we will have that tree tattoo running down our back. Everyone who sees it will know we play in the forest.”

“I am a little scared, too,” Quinny admitted. “I have already made love to a few people in the temple, but only they know that. Once I do this, I will start earning tattoos for what I do in the temple. People will know I am a whore.”

“You are not whores,” Blackbast corrected. “You are angels dedicating yourselves to the pleasure and comfort of others. What you do is honor them with your love.”

“You make it sound lovely,” Heather said nervously. “But will everybody else see it that way?”

“What everybody else wants is irrelevant here,” Blackbast stated. “You are doing this because your masters have agreed that you should. Frank and Roric think the tattoos are beautiful and want you to have them.”

“If that’s what they want,” Quinny said as she looked to Heather for support.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Heather cooed and stopped to hug her. “I promise to do this with you, and if you earn a mark I don't have, I will get it as soon as possible. I will share this the whole way so you are never alone.”

“Neither of you will be alone,” Blackbast said. “Your sisters, Jaina, Gisley, and Evalynn, have many of them already. Some of the other harem girls have been allowed to get them, and some of the players in the city have gotten them. They love the marks, and they love how they are earned.”

“It’s still a big step,” Quinny said as they resumed walking. “A permanent mark that says I did this.”

“What was that other thing Jaina said about them?” Heather asked as they rounded a bend in the trail. “Something about the forest and its girls belonging to the dragon?”

“That is something you should know,” Blackbast said as she stepped between them with an arm around each woman's waist. “The dragon has marked Jaina as his mate, but he is also the power behind the magic system that powers the tattoos. As such, he considers any woman who bathes in the pool to be under his protection while inside the forest.”

“And that’s it?” Heather asked.

“No, there is more,” Blackbast said. “It is rare, and thus far, I do not know of it ever happening, but if he so chooses, he can make love to any marked girl. You are essentially becoming his brides.”

“Oh, does Frank know that?” Quinny asked in alarm.

“He understands it fully,” Blackbast replied. “We four masters debated it for several hours, laying out all the possibilities. Once you two are marked, you will be expected to serve in the temple and play in the forest to earn your tattoos. If the dragon chooses to make use of you, you will provide him with what he desires.”

“Our husband has certainly matured in the last few weeks,” Heather said.

“He’s not my husband yet,” Quinny grumbled. “I am not sure he ever will be.”

“That's it; I am demanding he move the marriage up,” Heather stated, stopping again to lean over and look Quinny in the eyes. “You are his wife in all but a ceremony and a signed piece of paper. I hate that it upsets you that it is taking so long, and I want to wipe away all those tears. If it makes you happy, I will have him marry you tomorrow.”

“You will not,” Blackbast interjected. “Gwen and I have been working on these wedding plans for weeks. Rajeen is now contributing, and a grand event is being carefully orchestrated. You are not going to spoil that because you can't wait.”

“We can still do all that,” Heather protested. “But let's get married now, so Quinny and Breanne can be proper wives and then have the big fancy ceremony later.”

“You have no say in this,” Blackbast countered. “Your masters have made the decision.”

“But she’s so upset,” Heather insisted and pulled Quinny into a hug. “She deserves to see the title of wife on her character sheet.”

“It is only a few months away,” Blackbast purred as she joined the hug. “I, too, will not be truly married until that time.”

“Yeah, but you're with him all the time now,” Quinny said as tears wet her eyes. “He treats you like his wife.”

“Are you implying he doesn’t treat you like his wife?” Blackbast countered. “I will have you know he spends most of his time talking about how wonderful you and Breanne are. Even Umtha gets more mention than I or Heather do.”

“Great,” Heather laughed. “I am the bottom of the totem pole.”

“He loves you, and you know it,” Blackbast insisted. “It is just that he knows how secure you are in your love and doesn't feel he needs to speak of it constantly.”

“I suppose that's something,” Heather remarked, and they resumed walking. “But why not just have a small private ceremony like Chandice is going to have in a few days? We can secretly marry, then hold the public event later for the world to see.”

“If I promise to bring this up with Gwen and Rajeen, will you two feel better?” Blackbast asked.

“Yes!” Quinny cried as Heather hugged her again, making a frown at Blackbast.

“Alright, I will tell them, and I will do my best to impress on them how much it means to you both,” Blackbast said. “But I make you no promise of how they will respond. It isn’t my decision alone to make.”

“We understand,” Heather replied as she wrapped her tail around Quinny's waist. “And I don't need a ring to know you're my wife, but I understand what it means to you. If it's important to you, I want you to have it.”

“Thank you,” Quinny said as they reached a side path and were instructed to turn. Blackbast took them down some steps and around a low stone wall to reveal a large pool fed by a statue of a woman. The water poured down her breasts and between her legs, splashing into the pool made of mosaic tiles.

“Here we are,” Blackbast said. “Now, into the pool, you go. You will masturbate, and when you orgasm, your magic will mingle with that of the dragon, and the marks will appear.”

“Can’t we just make love to each other?” Heather asked as she dipped a foot in the water.

“No, the system is designed so there can be no accidents,” Blackbast said. “You must give yourself to the power by masturbating.”

“Well,” Heather replied as she waded in, holding Quinny's hand as she stepped inside. “I guess we can still kiss.” Quinny smiled as they sat on a bench in the water and leaned into one another. Their lips came together, and their tongues danced as each woman put a hand between her legs. They kissed more passionately as those fingers began to dance, rubbing firmly at their clits as Blackbast watched with an approving smile.

Heather felt the tension swirling inside as she gave herself to the forest and the dragon that guarded it. Her fingers rubbed at her clit with practiced strokes, bringing her body steadily closer to a release. She knew there would be no going back once this was done, and her back would tell the story of her sexual adventures in the forest.

Quinny moaned into her kiss as she worked to give herself over. The power and tension grew between them as legs began to shake and tails coiled around each other. They moaned into each other, their lips pressed tight as their bodies grew close. Moans became gasps as both women ceased kissing to focus on their task. They leaned back, legs spread wide as the water churned from their vigorously dancing hands. Quinny threw her head back and let out a powerful cry as she bucked her hips, her orgasm flavoring the water. A moment later, Heather followed, her body losing control as she orgasmed in the magical pool. The two fell together and returned to kissing as they reached for each other. Heather played with Quinny's pussy as Quinny played with hers; both women were determined to make love this time.

“I will give each of you one more orgasm,” Blackbast said. “Then I want you out of the pool.”

The girls smiled and went at each other hungrily until they shook with orgasmic power. Then they clung to one another, panting as they slowly rose from the water. Quinny turned her back to Heather to reveal the mark of the forest. Heather gasped and ran a hand up the woman's spine, tracing a magical tree tattoo. It started a mass of twisting roots on the small of her back and became a straight, narrow trunk that ran right up her spine. Just below her shoulder blades, it branched out into a crown of purple leaves, marking her as a whore of the forest.

“It's pretty,” Heather said, turning her back so Quinny could see hers. “We are forest whores now.”

“I guess so,” Quinny said as her trembling hand explored Heather’s tattoo. “Now all we have to do is earn the marks.”

“Which you will do,” Blackbast remarked. “Come, let us go to the temple. Perhaps somebody is waiting to give you two your first marks.”

“I thought you had something planned for me?” Heather stated. “You said I was going to serve tonight.”

“Ha,” Blackbast laughed and turned her head to look back. “I do indeed have something special planned for you. You will have your first tattoo before the morning.”

Heather wondered what that meant as a sense of trepidation crawled across her skin. She was thus far playing along, enjoying the thrill of being marked, but now it was serious. If Blackbast truly meant for her to serve in the temple, that meant making love to other men. Frank had commented that he liked the tattoos and wanted them to have them, but was he really ready for this? Was she?

The walk back to the temple had her on edge as she held Quinny’s hand for strength.

“So, you have been here a few days,” Heather whispered. “Has anybody come?”

“Yes,” Quinny said as she blushed.

“And did you serve?” Heather asked as her tension rose.

“Yes,” Quinny replied as her blush deepened. “Both of them.”

Heather swallowed as her nerves threatened to make her shake. Quinny had made love to two others, and now Heather was joining her in that purpose. Maybe nobody would come, and she would escape the night unscathed, but that seemed unlikely. Blackbast had made it clear that something special was planned for Heather, which meant her chances of going untouched were slim. She began to wonder if she could do this as they reached the temple steps. Making love to Roric had been a challenge, and he was a man she knew and respected. How would she make love to a man she met seconds before he was at her body? Would she be able to go through with it, or would fear cause her to falter?

The worry plagued her mind as they entered the temple, her eyes searching every corner for the man waiting for her. She felt a sincere sense of relief when they found the grand hall empty and were allowed to sit by a low oak table and have a glass of wine. They were allowed a moment to relax as Quinny relayed the details of one of her encounters with a dwarf. Heather hadn't given any thought to the idea that practically any kind of race could walk through those doors. There were races that were tiny, races that were giant, and races that walked on four legs and were hung like horses. She would be expected to serve anyone who entered the temple with open arms and warm flesh, regardless of their race. She began to wonder what would happen if they had pets. Chandice used her demon and devil pets to torment her girls, so why wouldn't others do the same? It all added to her anxiety as she began to wonder how far Frank would demand she go in service to her status as a sex slave.

She was torn from that thought when Blackbast returned and beckoned her to stand up. She took Heather by the hand and led her away, leaving Quinny to watch with a shocked expression.

“So, umm, what are we doing?” Heather asked nervously.

“You are going to a bedroom,” Blackbast replied and glanced her way. “Are you nervous?”

“You can't tell?” Heather said as her tail lashed. “Is there somebody waiting?”

“No,” Blackbast replied. “He has yet to arrive.”

“Oh god,” Heather groaned as she put a hand to her face. “Can I really do this?”

“It is too late for you to turn back now,” Blackbast warned. “You have not only promised to commit yourself to being a sex slave, but you declared it to all the land. Not to mention, you have already made love to Roric.”

“That was a dream,” Heather said, but she knew that didn't matter. They were both fully aware of what was happening, and calling it a dream was the same as saying I had my fingers crossed. She had made love to Roric and would do so again if he wanted. Now, she would have to make love to another in service to her desire to escape her past.

“You are having doubts,” Blackbast said as she stopped Heather in the hall. “I understand your fear, but you committed to do this. I hate to say this, but if you cannot go through with this, you need to return my collar.”

Heather froze as her hand tranced over the band of metal and leather around her neck. She had worn it so long that she hardly noticed it anymore and had grown accustomed to its embrace. She felt naked when she took it off and couldn't wait to get it back on. She even bathed with it on, refusing to give up the sensation that she was a slave girl.

“I can do this,” Heather groaned and dropped her hand.

Blackbast hugged her and purred as she rubbed her cheek against Heather's. “My love, I know you are nervous and have every right to be, but do not worry. The man I have arranged for you to meet is Frank. He is coming in his ghoul form because he wants to be your first partner as a temple whore.”

“Oh, why didn’t you tell me it was Frank?” Heather sighed as a wave of relief swept over her.

“I was hoping the anxiety would heighten your excitement, but you have become afraid instead,” Blackbast replied as she released Heather.

“Will it change our relationship if he makes love to me as a whore?” Heather asked nervously.

“I am sure it will,” Blackbast replied and put a hand on her shoulder. “And I understand why you are worried. You love him with all your heart and don't want anything to tarnish that. You have only been able to come this far because he has assured you that you have his blessing. But now he wants you to take this step and become a proper whore of the temple and forest.”

“But will he still love me?” Heather asked.

“Trust me when I tell you this,” Blackbast began and stroked her arm. “He will be overjoyed to know that you obeyed him. He will not lose one bit of his love for you. It will change, but it will be just as strong, perhaps even stronger, as he grows to see you as his property.

Heather nodded and was swept off her feet, gently carried down the hall to a bedroom. Moments later, she was laid on the soft bed as Blackbast fetched a towel to dry her eyes.

“There, there,” she said, wiping Heather's cheeks dry. “I want you to open your panel and close your eyes.”

“Why?” Heather asked as Blackbast continued to work.

“I am your master; I wish to spend your points on skills to prepare you for the task ahead. I know you have a large pool of points, and I will bet you have not spent a single one on your sex skills.”

Heather nodded and lifted her arm, where a magical tattoo of a flower rested just above her wrist. With a simple rub of her fingers, an orange light appeared over her arm. She closed her eyes and listened as beeps and dings alerted her to Blackbast's changes. She was no longer her own, and another was choosing what she should be. It was refreshing to surrender and give all the burdens to Blackbast and let her worry about how to do it right.

“There,” she said at last. “Now close the panel, and I forbid you to look at it without my permission.” Heather nodded and rubbed again, sending the light away as the two women stared at one another. “Get undressed,” her master said and waited for her to comply.

Heather hesitated, but Blackbast reached over and began to pull at the ties of the silken scraps that barely concealed her body.

“You need him to understand what you want from the moment he arrives. I want you to greet him in the nude and show him all you have to offer,” Blackbast explained. “He's seen you plenty of times already, so you should not be afraid.”

“It’s just doing this as a whore,” Heather replied as she was stripped. “Will he call me a whore?”

“If he wishes,” Blackbast replied. “But I carry the title of whore and am not upset.”

“I know, but this is a big step for me,” Heather replied. “I married Frank. I hate the idea of him looking at me and seeing a whore.”

“Would it help if I commanded you to do it?” Blackbast asked.

Heather was reminded that with the collar on, Blackbast had certain powers of persuasion. If she wanted, she could command Heather to do things she was nervous about doing, even having sex with strange men. It would be easier for Frank, but Heather was determined to face this herself. Frank had been against this path initially, only accepting it because Heather insisted it was what she wanted. Now, she had to face the repercussions of her choices and deal with her problems head-on. She shook her head and explained she wanted to be in control for this.

“I am proud of you for choosing to do it yourself,” Blackbast said and hugged her. “Trust me, in an hour, you will be crying again, but this time because you will be upset that you waited so long to do this.” She kissed Heather gently on the forehead and left her sitting on the bed. She heard the door close as Blackbast left to find the man Heather was about to make love with. Her heartbeat was so fast she was sure it would explode in her chest. She played with her fingers and got up to pace about the room nervously, wondering how her relationship with Frank would change once she was a temple whore. She paced for what seemed like an hour when her thoughts were shattered by a knock at the door. She turned to the door, heart racing as it opened, and in walked the towering ghoul.

She swallowed as he crossed the room, his massive gray frame as large as an ogre. Gone was the boyish little ghoul she met in the graveyard, replaced by the hulking mass of Frank, her husband and master.

“Blackbast said you were worried,” Frank said as he stood before her. “You don’t know if you can do this.”

“I suppose I should explain,” Heather said as she looked up to meet his gaze. She reached a hand to his cheek, caressing his cold, rubbery skin as she tried to smile in love. “I am afraid you won't see me as your princess anymore.”

“Because of making love to you here?” he asked as his yellow eyes bore into her soul.

“Because you came here to have sex with a whore,” Heather replied. “Not your wife or your beloved slave.”

“You will always be those things,” Frank said as he wrapped a massive clawed hand around her waist. “But I have come to understand you need to have your boundaries pushed. You won't be happy with this life unless I make you prove to yourself that you are a slave girl.”

“And this is what you want?” Heather asked as he held her tight.

“Hannah,” Frank said, using her new name. “I didn't think this was a good idea at all. But after that dream and how you broke down, I knew something had to change. The more you looked at this lifestyle, the happier you became. You forgot all about the chaos of your past and started focusing on the now and planning for a happier future. I didn't see any other option but to encourage you to embrace this. It makes you happy, and if that's the case, then I want to encourage you to go as far with it as you can. I will support and love you, even if you end up just like Jaina.”

She nodded as she began to understand his point of view. Frank was being Frank, ever supportive, even if he didn’t like her course of action. He was doing his best to wipe away her pain and ensure she was happy. If it all blew up in her face, he would still be there, holding out his hand to offer her the support she needed. She sighed and leaned onto his chest, feeling his cold skin on her cheek.

“I need to know you want this too,” Heather whispered. “Please don’t do this just for me.”

“Well,” Frank began as he scratched his head with a long nail. “I do sort of like having all the girls and the attention they give me.”

Heather smiled and leaned back before swatting his chest. “You are such a boy,” she laughed.

“What?” he protested. “Do you have any idea how much of a dream come true this is? I never once had a girl even look at me kindly. Now they call me master and ask if they can serve me.”

“I can see how hard this life must be for you to accept,” she said with a smirk. “You poor boy.”

“But you are my everything,” Frank insisted as he smiled with his horrid teeth. “I love the others but would abandon it all for you. All I need to know from you is if you are ever faced with a decision where you have to choose between me or another man, you will choose me.”

“Every time,” Heather said as she looked into his eyes. “Frank, I consider us inseparable. I suppose it's why I have no qualms about being your slave girl. I want to belong to you so completely that I couldn't part from you, even if I wanted to. I need you, now and forever, and I don't ever want to consider a life without you.”

“Then let’s do this together,” Frank said as he carefully stroked her back. “I will be your master, and you will be my slave girl. I wish to push your boundaries because I love you, and you will try to reach those new goals because you love me. Together, we will express our love for each other in the action of our roles, experiencing things we never imagined.”

“Wow,” Heather said as she leaned back. “That was the deepest thing you have ever said to me.”

“I would love to claim credit for that, but Blackbast kind of explained it to me,” Frank admitted.

“Well, remind me to thank her,” Heather said, running a hand up his chest. “It doesn't matter if she was the one who taught that to you. I think what matters is that you understood it, and it prepared you for this step in our relationship.”

“Are you ready?” Frank asked.

Heather nodded, and he stepped aside to reveal the bed behind them. She trembled as he used his powerful hand to lift her to the edge and encouraged her to sit. She did as instructed, looking up as her heart pounded as her relationship teetered on the edge of changing forever. She felt the tension and lust coursing through her veins as her eyes met his, and she was lost to the power of the moment.

“So,” she said in a soft voice. “You have come to the temple for comfort and rest.” She reached out, running a hand up his leg and over his pants. “I am a temple whore, and I will see to it that you have all the comfort you desire.” Her body trembled as she said it, calling herself a whore before the man who meant so much to her. He looked deep into her eyes and nodded before stroking the side of her head with a single claw.

“Then show me,” Frank said. “Serve the temple as a whore.”