Princess Hannah of the Jade Harem CH 07

This is another repost chapter with only minor changes. It does contain a description of Umtha's succubus form, as I never seem to have described it before.

Hannah sat on a balcony of Gwen's castle overlooking her mother's city. It had a medieval charm, but she could see players were slowly changing the buildings. It was smaller than Paradise City, but Gwen insisted it would grow soon. She admitted to having a larger city that shrank after she lost her stone. Also, two of the outlying villages had been reopened, and players were flocking to those locations for a fresh start. It was all going so well, especially now that her secret had been safely put to rest.

A woman arrived at the balcony to her right, and Hannah smiled to see Umtha wearing only a sold slip at her waist. The goblin woman leaned on the balcony and mingled her fingers with Hannah’s as she took a deep breath. She loved the woman known as Umtha and saw her as her soul mate. She was technically a high goblin but had been transformed into a succubus by Hannah's kiss. Now, she was a tall, lean green, skinned woman with sexy legs and a more than ample chest. Her hair was dark green and flowed like a river to the small of her back. She had creamy white eyes with a green iris and the red slits of a devil. Her little nose and full lips made her alluring, while her goblin-like ears still pointed straight out of her head. She had a little fork at the end of her tail that she could use to pick up simple objects or tease her lover's body. Like all her girls, Umtha wore almost nothing, but today, she had a pair of white lace stockings that went to her thighs. Her panties were red, and her chest was held behind a slip of silk straining to break free. She wore a little gold on her ankles and wrist, giving her the allure of a pampered pet.

“I love looking over the cities,” Umtha said. “Maybe it’s a goblin thing, but I love to build.”

“You must,” Hannah laughed. “You built a doom fortress in less time than It took me to build the city.”

“I did that for you,” Umtha said as she turned her head to smile at Hannah. “Because I love you and would do anything to keep you safe.”

Hannah had to smile back as Umtha played with her fingers, displaying obvious feelings of affection. Their tails reached for one another and twisted tight, eager to be close to the women they loved.

“So tonight is the party,” Umtha said. “I don’t understand this human concept of celebrating everything.”

"I am pretty sure it's just an excuse to drink," Hannah laughed. "In our world, we pretty much turned every cause for celebration into a drunken haze. You would have liked Saint Patrick's Day. We painted everything green, even the drinks."

“Ha, I would like that one,” Umtha agreed and leaned closer. “So, did you have fun on your solo adventure?”

“Oh, yeah,” Hannah replied as she remembered. “I meant to ask which of you put a naked statue of me into circulation.”

“Ha, you weren’t supposed to open the package,” Umtha cautioned.

“It was you!” Hannah snapped and turned on the goblin woman. “You little monster.”

Umtha smiled helplessly, and Hannah couldn't help but feel the need to hug her. Umtha had obviously made the quest to lure Hannah in, and she had to admit it had been fun.

“So, what did you do with the statue?” Umtha asked.

“I tried to give it to Frank, but he gave it to Rajeen. I think it's in the harem now,” Hannah said.

“So all the girls can gaze on your beauty,” Umtha agreed.

“Sweetheart,” Hannah said and looked Umtha in the eyes. “I hope you understand that you are no less beautiful than I am. You are very beautiful, and your mix of goblin features with the succubus class makes you exotically attractive.”

Umtha smiled and leaned in, her soft lips brushing Hannahs. The two kissed briefly, then she sat back and leaned on the railing. "It's hard to imagine I am as pretty as you. I look at you, and all I feel is desire."

“Well, you can stop desiring,” Hannah laughed. “We are married, and you can have me anytime you want.”

“Speaking of being married,” Umtha cut in. “What about the toy dragon? He is technically our husband.”

"Oh, right, because you are married to him through me," Hannah nodded. "I haven't given that any thought. I suppose we are his wives."

“And does that mean we need to consummate the marriage?” Umtha asked with a wry smile.

Hannah paused to give that notion a thought and realized it probably did. Zillix was technically their husband, but more importantly, he had been invited to the harem. Rajeen had already spoken to him about it, and he wanted time to discuss it with Idris. But if he accepted, it was his right as a master to make love to her and Umtha whenever he wished, husband or not.

"I think we should consider his relationship to us like it is with Alexandria," Hannah said. "Yes, she's married to us but not part of the intimate circle."

“And if Zillix joins the harem?” Umtha asked.

Hannah smiled and used her tail to reach between Umtha’s legs and rub her.

“Then he gets whatever he wants,” Hannah said before cupping the woman’s face and kissing her again. “I am supposed to ask Idris if she wants me to collar her,” Hannah added as they parted. “I hope she says yes.”

“How many of your points are you burning to buy all these collars?” Umtha asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

“I have more points than the average player,” Hannah stated. “And I still have a ton to use.”

“So long as you aren’t harming yourself by wasting so many points on one skill," Umtha cautioned.

“Trust me, I have plenty,” Hannah laughed as the door to the room behind them opened, and in walked Quinny, swaying her succubus hips as she smiled with a wicked grin.

"Are you two going to get ready for the party or not?" Quinny asked with a smile that showed her pointed teeth. "It will be the first time we all play as one harem."

“Right, the party,” Hannah sighed and turned with Umtha. “I suppose we need to go.”

She took her girl's hands and headed for the jade temple, where they would get ready in the private rooms. Using magic doors, it took only minutes to reach the inn and arrive in the back rooms where girls were rushing about to get ready. Jaina and her sisters were present, as was Breanne, carefully brushing Gisley's hair as the two talked with loving smiles.

Harem girls announced their arrival and ran up, insisting they needed to be readied for the party. The girls were instructed to discard their current clothes in favor of harem silks that barely concealed their sensual areas. One of the girls helping dress Hannah took her chance to rub between her legs while brushing a kiss on her neck.

“Oh,” Hannah said before turning to smile at the girl. “Aren't you a playful thing?”

“Sorry,” the woman said with a blush. “It's just you're so beautiful in a dark, mysterious way. I was on duty when you were inducted into the harem, and I never got a chance to welcome you.”

Hannah saw a glint of sadness in her eyes and used her tail to push the woman's face closer. She pressed her lips firmly together and then used her tongue to search for her soul. When the kiss parted, Hannah took her hand and promised she would find time where they could be alone and properly meet each other.

“Oh, thank you,” the woman said with a blushing smile. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”

“I would love to know your name,” Hannah said as she looked deep into her eyes.

“It’s Mellica,” the woman replied as she smiled.

“Well, Mellica, my love,” Hannah said as she used her tail to stroke the woman’s back. “I will look for you soon so we can make love until you are satisfied we are lovers.”

Oh!” the woman squeaked as her cheeks went bright red.

“Ha, teasing the girls already,” Jaina said as she sauntered over to join the conversation.

“I’m not teasing,” Hannah said and blew the woman a kiss. “I was making promises.”

The woman giggled and hurried off, leaving Jaina to brush Hannah's hair. Jaina took her place and picked up a silver brush to gently sweep Hannah's long red hair as the two looked in the mirror to smile at one another.

“Hello, my love,” Hannah said.

“Hello, my sweet darling,” Jaina replied. “I am looking forward to tonight.”

“Is it for the same reason Quinny is?” Hannah asked. “The first time we will be before all our masters as one harem.”

“So I am not the only one looking forward to this,” Jaina giggled. “I suppose it is exciting that we will be one harem before four masters.”

“Potentially five in the future,” Hannah pointed out. “Assuming Zillix says yes.”

“Oh, I have a feeling he will,” Jaina laughed. “He seems like the type.”

"Yeah, I think so too," Hannah agreed as she considered the little dragon. He did seem to be firmly attached to Idris, and she was openly affectionate with him. They seemed very close and played master and slave. It only made sense that he would jump at the chance to have a larger group of women to play with.

“Of course, you will be his favorite,” Jaina laughed. “You are his wife, after all.”

“Yeah,” Hannah replied through gritted teeth.

“Ha, are you having doubts?” Jaina asked as she smiled wider. “That big dragon man will punish that tight body of yours.”

"Oh, please, can we talk about something else," Hannah groaned.

“Sweetheart,” Jaina cooed. “I am only playing with you. Just focus on tonight and let Zillix worry for another day.”

“I don’t see why we needed to celebrate like this,” Hannah said as Jaina pulled her hair back.

“You don't?” Jaina giggled. “Love, this isn't just about escaping your past. You don't even realize how amazing you are. Not only did you come up with a plan to save us, but you stood up and declared you were a sex slave before the nobility of the entire region. You have no idea how touched Roric is that you named him one of your masters and said you were proud of it.

“I said it like that because I am proud,” Hannah replied. “I love them all.”

“Yes, but that's easy when you have a master like Frank, who looks perfectly human,” Jaina said. “Rajeen and Blackbast are more bestial, but the feline races are widely accepted. Roric, on the other hand, is seen as more of a monster race. People see him and feel very differently.

“I don’t care what people feel,” Hannah countered. “I love Roric, and I will never hesitate to tell anyone that he is my master and I am his sex slave.”

“Oh, Hannah, how can you be so wonderful?” Jaina asked with a tear in her eye. “You make us all so happy.”

"I think we all know that's because of Frank," Hannah replied. "If I can claim credit for anything, it is because Frank stood by me through all the chaos."

“We know that too,” Jaina said with a nod. “Frank is an amazing man, and you two were made for each other.”

“Yeah, he needed a project to fix,” Hannah laughed.

“Oh, don’t be so hard on yourself,” Breanne said as she joined the conversation. “Frank did indeed keep you sane while you worked your troubles out, but he had troubles of his own. He was hurt by past experiences here and was afraid to form relationships. When you met him, he was trapped forever as a boy, but you turned that boy into a man, bringing out the hero inside. Now look at him. Confident, strong, and the leader of a kingdom with a harem of women at his feet. You did that for him, just as he taught you how to be happy here.”

Hannah blushed as Jaina agreed and leaned in for a kiss. They were about to leave to join the others when Jaina had a fun thought.

“Shall we show them how much you want to be their slave girl?” Jaina asked.

“How?” Hannah replied, wondering where this was going. Jaina reached up and plucked the silk from her chest, exposing her breasts. “Will you join me and let our master’s gaze on our glory?”

Hannah's hands trembled as she realized what Jaina wanted. With a weak nod, she pulled the silk from her chest, exposing her massive coppery breasts. Thanks to Frank, she had the largest chest in the room, and all paled before her majesty.

“Now that’s a sight to behold,” Jaina said, taking Hannah’s breasts in her hands to knead them firmly. “I am jealous of these sometimes.”

“You’re a shapeshifter,” Hannah remarked. “Just make them bigger.”

Jaina smiled as her breasts grew to match Hannah's, then turned to the room to ask the girls if they were ready to go. With nods of agreement, Jaina and Hannah held hands as they left to find their masters, who would already be waiting for their slaves to begin.

The others followed, heading for the common area where the guests were busy eating and drinking. Hannah trembled with nerves as they approached the archway that would expose her to dozens of people. She had done it once before under the command of Frank, but somehow, it felt even more stressful now. She was a full harem girl with a silver paw print on her rear to mark her status. Once she walked into that room, the city would learn of both, and her reputation forever changed. As the archway loomed ahead, Jaina sent the others to go in first. She wanted to make a powerful introduction as she and Hannah walked in topless.

The moment arrived, and the girls crossed into the room, drawing looks and approving nods. Some men called, waved, or just smiled to see the beautiful women passing across the room, then Hannah and Jaina stepped into the light, and many went quiet. Hannah clutched Jaina's hand as her tail lashed nervously while they crossed the room. She could see guests staring at their exposed breasts as a few even pointed. She focused on the destination to try and drown out their comments, but all she saw was a strange golden light that obscured what was beyond it. It formed a wall across the backside of the inn, separating the spaces into two.

“What is that light?” Hannah whispered.

“A privacy screen,” Jaina replied as they passed a table of three men who couldn't see enough of their chests. “It's a magical barrier that prevents anyone from hearing what is said inside it. Rajeen wants us to have our party in private so we can talk freely.”

“But I can’t see anyone,” Hannah insisted.

“They are there,” Jaina said and pointed to the screen. “You can walk right through it like it was smoke. But watch as Quinny and Umtha go through.”

Hannah looked close as the women passed into the light and became dark silhouettes of their forms. They looked beautiful as their hips rolled with every step, but eventually, they faded as they passed inside.

“They can see us the same way from inside,” Jaina said.

Hannah nodded as a smile spread and put on her mostly sultry walk. She and Jaina entered the light as they put on a little show, swaying their hips suggestively to tease those who saw her silhouette. The golden barrier made her skin tingle as she walked through, stepping into the space beyond to see her masters sitting in chairs before a carpet of pillows and cushions for the girls. All eyes were on them as Jaina had intended, the men, in particular, nodding in approval of their bare chests. Hannah felt her heart beat faster to know she was so exposed, and the sensation made her feel alive.

The masters commented, but Hannah was so nervous she didn't hear them. Jaina held her hand as they approached the group and presented themselves for inspection.

“And what happened to the lovely tops I set out for you two?” Rajeen asked.

“They fell off,” Jaina said with a smile. “But we didn’t think our masters would mind.”

Hannah was flooded with a wild sensation as she met Frank's gaze and saw his eyes drift to her bare breasts. She couldn't believe she was doing this and was relieved when he reached to take her hand. He invited her to sit in his lap, and she coiled in, curling in tight as her bare feet dangled over the arm of his chair. Jaina sat with Roric, the two girls serving their masters as sources of comfort.

“Did I do ok?” Hannah whispered to Frank. “I wanted to impress you.”

“You can’t possibly impress me more than you did earlier,” Frank whispered back. “But I can still admire your beauty.”

“Oh, I love it when you call me beautiful,” Hannah said before kissing his cheek.

"Well, now that we are all here," Rajeen said as she sat in a chair beside Roric. "Let us eat and drink in celebration that the greatest danger to face this family has finally passed." She clapped her hands, and harem girls arrived with platters of food and trays of wines. Hannah was brought a glitter bomb and quickly took a sip, savoring the honey sweetness of the cold drink.

“I love these,” Hannah sighed, then noticed Roric having a serious conversation with Jaina. Jaina nodded and turned to Hannah with a funny expression.

"You know," Jaina began. "Now that you're a full harem girl, maybe we should tell you what those are."

"What do you mean?" Hannah asked as she looked at her drink. "Is it poisonous or something?" The others laughed, and Hannah took another sip despite the strange comment. Jaina then explained that every glitter bomb contained a dose of Gisley's glitter.

"So, I knew that already," Hannah said. She watched Jaina's smile take on a wicked expression before nodding to Gisley. She then explained that Gisley went to the kitchens every morning, where harem girls masturbated her dozens of times. The sweetness came from Gisley's orgasms and the honey that flowed as she came. That's what was used to make the glitter bombs and why they were so laden with glitter.

“I am drinking one of Gisley’s orgasms?” Hannah asked as she stared into the drink made from the fairy woman’s body.

“Is that a problem?” Jaina asked. “You are a harem girl now and have tasted plenty of women. If you wanted, you could go directly to the source of the glitter and drink all you wanted.”

"Hmm, not really," Hannah said before tipping her glass back to take a deep swallow. Jaina was right; Gisley was her sister in the harem, and there was no reason to be shy about drinking her nectar. Besides, Chandice had already told her weeks ago, but she was grateful Jaina cared enough to be sure. She shrugged and went on drinking, savoring the flavor a little more.

“Hannah,” Roric said as he leaned over to address her. “I know I said it earlier, but I am truly touched you were so willing to call me one of your masters before that group.”

“We all feel that way,” Rajeen said. “What you did was the greatest display of affection you could have given a master.”

Hannah blushed a little as she clung to Frank's neck. She thanked them for being so kind but insisted it wasn't a big deal. She had only stated the truth, and she was tired of having to dance around things. She wanted to be a sex slave, and she wasn't going to add that to her list of secrets. From now on, she wanted everybody to know that she was a slave girl and who her masters were. She loved what she was and that she belonged to the harem. She then turned to Frank, who was watching her intently.

“And I owe it all to you,” she whispered.

“No, you don't,” he replied. “You did most of this yourself.”

“Frank, we all know that isn't true,” Hannah laughed. “I am such a mess. If you hadn't been there to keep me from killing myself, I would probably still be in spawn throwing stones at apples.”

“You threw stones at apples?” Jaina asked.

“Yes,” Hannah sighed and shook her head. “I was hungry, and it was the first food I had seen. I think I spent an hour trying to knock one down just to get a bite. However, somebody left out that there were much easier apples to gather further in the forest.”

“You never asked,” Frank argued.

“Oh, so I have to ask you everything in specific detail?” Hannah argued as the others shared in the moment with a chuckle. She smiled and settled her head on his shoulder, savoring the moment of happiness.

“It's done,” Hannah said. “Now, all we have to do is focus on being happy.”

“What about your missing memories?” Jaina asked as she enjoyed a firm head-scratching from Roric.

“I will always look for ways to work on that,” Hannah said. “I already have two possible courses of action in mind, but they can wait. I promised Frank and the others to take it slow and give it time.”

“So you’re not interested in having Alexandria take a whack at getting them out?” Jaina pressed.

Hannah shrugged and admitted that she still wondered what Alexandria could do. She also admitted that she was terrified her recovered memories would drive her mad. She looked at Frank and declared that she wanted to be a slave girl, serving him and the others with all her heart.

“Speaking of Alexandria,” Roric cut in. “What is to become of her?”

“Oh, right,” Hannah said in excitement and quickly conveyed the news Gwen had given her. Roric looked surprised, but Rajeen verified that Gwen intended to make Alexandria a minor noble with a proper estate to use as her brothel.

“It's amazing that a woman who was once our bitter enemy has become an ally,” Jaina said, looking around. “Speaking of which, where is Chandice? Shouldn't your wife be the one in your arms?”

“She will be along in a moment,” Roric said. “She wanted to study the magical coma using Hannah's essence caused. She was going to run some tests on Zillix since Idris was on hand to give her permission.”

“What is it with the two blonds being the smart ones?” Jaina groaned. “Aren’t they supposed to be ditzy?”

“Hey,” Hannah barked as Frank tried not to laugh.

“We are cursed with two women who cannot get enough of learning about magic,” Blackbast agreed. “Now that they are one family, we can expect their efforts will only increase as they work together to unravel it all.”

“We’re doomed,” Frank groaned.

“Oh, look who has something to say,” Hannah snapped and shot him a glare. “I thought you liked me for my brains?”

“I think he likes you for your chest,”  Jaina teased.

“Ha, ha,” Hannah replied as the others laughed again. “I will have you know my breasts were no bigger than yours until Blackbast handed somebody her master's panel.” She turned her gaze back to Frank, who shrugged. “Now I'm a made-to-order slave girl.”

“If only it were that easy,” Roric quipped.

"Oh, the boys are stirring the pot tonight," Jaina laughed as a dark shape came through the golden wall, and Chandice arrived with a smile and bounced in her step.

“Well, it's about time you joined the party,” Hannah called. “Your pet was just pointing out how you and I should be ditzy.”

“I assume you are talking about the harlot in my husband’s lap,” Chandice said as she picked her way through the girls lounging on the floor.

“I am not a harlot,” Jaina countered. “I am just surprised you turned out to be so smart. You were scrubbing pots in a tiny kitchen when we first met.”

“So I can’t be smart because I scrub pots?” Chandice asked as she arrived to see there was nowhere to sit.

“Here,” Rajeen said as she got up and gave her seat to Chandice.

“I don’t want to take your seat,” Chandice protested. “I can sit on the floor with the girls.”

“You will do no such thing,” Rajeen argued. “Come sit here beside your husband. I will have another chair brought out for me.”

Chandice took her place as Rajeen had the harem girls bring her another chair. It was placed between Roric and Frank, where she sat to rub shoulders with both men.

“So, did you learn anything about the coma?” Hannah asked when all were seated again.

“A lot, but I think we should save that discussion for later,” Chandice said. “Right now, we are here to celebrate your victory.”

“Our victory,” Hannah corrected and smiled at the assembled group. “We are one family now, and anything that happens to one of us happens to us all.” She didn't think the words carried that much weight, but when she noticed the expressions on people's faces, she could see they were touched. She felt bashful that her simple comment moved them, but Rajeen came to the rescue.

“Well, this moment requires some music,” Rajeen said, pointing to a nearby girl. “Send out the musicians.”

Hannah was delighted when six women carrying fantastic musical instruments came out and set about playing. They created a sultry tune that begged one to move in a swaying dance of sexy harmony. She nestled into Frank and closed her eyes, enjoying her moment of peace. He rubbed at her back and whispered that he loved her as the soothing tones played on.

Minutes went by as Hannah practically slept in Frank's arms. Not a worry about her past or her future stirred in her mind as she found the peace of being a slave girl. This was all she wanted now, and here is where she would remain, provided the outside world would allow it. Food was brought on trays, and Frank fed her a little cake, holding it as she took small bites.

“You are my everything,” Frank said as she smiled at him. “I am never letting you take that collar off.”

Hannah leaned up as her smile grew and whispered into his ear. “Then maybe we should lock it,” she said before settling back down. “I want to be a slave forever.”

He nodded as the music changed to something slow and moving. Hannah could see he was thinking about something as his hand came up her chest and played with one of her breasts. She felt shocked he was touching her where the others could see, but then he had the right. He was her master, and she was a sex slave; he could do whatever he wanted.

“Hannah,” he said after the music continued for a minute or more. “Are you ready to serve me?”

“Yes, master,” she replied with a spreading smile, assuming he wanted her to fetch a drink or rub his shoulders.

“Dance for me,” he said, lifting her chin with his hand. “Dance like Jaina does.”

Hannah froze as her eyes went wide. She wasn’t sure she was ready to dance before the group, particularly since her body was half exposed. The look on Frank’s face was one of hope and love that melted her heart as her body trembled in excitement. Before she knew what she was doing, she nodded to let him know she would obey, but how would she do such a thing?

“I can try, but I don't know if I will be very good,” Hannah replied.

"I heard that," Jaina said as she got up and walked to Hannah. "Give me your hand. I will teach you how to dance for your master."

“She’s going to dance?” Quinny asked as their conversation carried across the room.

“Come, sweetheart,” Jaina urged and tugged Hannah out. “Once you start, you won’t be able to stop.”

Hannah was sure her heart would beat out of her chest as she stood before the group and walked to a clear spot beyond the cushions. She saw all eyes on her and Jaina as she was turned to face them, her breasts exposed for all to see.

“Jaina,” she whispered. “I am too nervous.”

“Oh, sweetheart, don't be,” Jaina replied, stepping between Hannah and the others so she couldn't see them. “Dancing like this is so natural for a woman that you will think you have been doing it for years. Trust me, as a woman, your body naturally knows how to flow sensually. Once you find the rhythm and motion, you won't even have to think about it.”

Hannah nodded, but it had done little to soothe her nerves. She was about to dance erotically for her entire family, and she knew all eyes would be on her. With a swallow, she nodded, and Jaina continued her lesson, assuring Hannah this would be easy.

“Put your arms above your head like this and roll your body like you're made of water, and a wave has come,” Jaina said while demonstrating the motion.

Hannah watched as Jaina moved, her hands dancing high above her head as her whole body swayed like waves on a watery surface. Nervously, Hannah lifted her hands high so that her chest was presented to the room and slowly began to copy the move. She was awkward at it at first, but a few moments later, she had the motion and was rolling with lovely grace.

“Good,” Jaina said. “Now turn as you roll, letting your body flow through your steps. Don’t do anything quickly. Go slow and methodically, allowing your body to flow naturally. If you force it, it will look unnatural.”

Once again, Jaina demonstrated by slowly turning in place, her body a perfect instrument of sexual grace. Hannah could hear her heartbeat as she followed the steps, turning her body before her masters as they took in every sultry curve.

"Now you have it," Jaina whispered, stepping to the side. "Close your eyes and dance to please your masters. Try to feel the joy that comes from doing this for others. They want to see sexual beauty on display, so let that excitement fill you as it carries you away."

Hannah shut her eyes and focused on the music as the undulations of her body fell into harmony with the notes. She couldn't believe she was putting on such a show as the intoxicating mixture of tension and arousal began to course through her veins. She found herself hoping Frank would ask for more as the music carried away her senses. All she wanted was to please her masters and hoped her display was full of sex and lust.

Minutes went by, then entire songs, as the power of the moment grew stronger. The coursing mixture of tension and arousal made Hannah hunger for more. She found herself craving something to drive her to even higher tension, and it arrived a moment later. Hands came to her body as Jaina stepped in to kiss her cheek.

“You have them spellbound,” Jaina whispered while the two danced as one. “Now make them hunger for your flesh.”

“How?” Hannah asked as she trembled in excitement.

“Lower your hands to your body,” Jaina said. “Imagine they belong to me and move them as if I were making love to you.”

Hannah's breathing came out in short gasps as Jaina stepped away again. She kept up her motion, but slowly, her hands came down and, as instructed, went to her body. She started with her stomach, tracing spiraling paths with her hands as the power inside grew to wild proportions. She was on fire with fear, mixing with arousal as her fingers slid up and her hands cupped at her breasts. She imagined it was Jaina kneading her breasts firmly while her head rolled, and she began to gasp.

She teased her nipples as her tail lashed in rhythm to her swaying hips. She used one hand to keep up the play at her chest while the other dipped lower, slowly teasing her audience. The music played on as Hannah continued to sway. Minutes passed as she entertained her masters, but inside, she had lost all sense of being. She was alive with the power of sex, and her hands were tools of desire. She wanted them to watch her and be pleased by her efforts as her fingers slowly crept into the hem of her skirt.

She heard gasps as her fingers dipped low and returned, trailing a glistening line. Hannah was so aroused her body was wet with desire, and it showed in gossamer lines as her fingers spread it over her body. She dipped low again, catching on her silk before finally losing control and grabbing the hem. Quinny gasped as Hannah pushed down, rolling her hips to free herself of the garment. It fell at her ankles, where she stepped free in her dance, leaving her pussy free to play.

Both hands swept in sultry spirals down her stomach and reached deep between her legs. She groaned as her clit was touched, her fingers spreading her silken honey across her skin. She was lost to a storm of desire and lust as her mind was swept to a place she had never known. She didn't even remember grabbing her tail, but now she held it with both hands just below the tip. It reached up between her legs as she rolled her hips, dragging her clit over it as she masturbated for her audience. Her voice sang loud and free as the music rolled on, setting the tone for her powerful display.

“Oh, oh!” Hannah cried as she rolled and writhed her skin alive with fire. She felt a storm twisting inside with every roll of her hips, dragging her tender clit across her tail. Her voice reached a powerful crescendo as lightning flashed down her spine. Then the storm broke, and it all came rushing out as her legs went weak and wet with her flowing orgasm.

The world was a blur as hands came to her body, and she was carried down to lay on the pillows before the others. Quinny was there to kiss her lips as the two reached for one another with hungry tongues. Everyone was aroused to breaking as the girls descended on Hannah, their need knowing no shame. They made love to one after another, orgasms flowing in hot, sexy rivers until only their masters remained.

“I believe it is time we retired,” Rajeen said. “The girls are ready to please.”

Hannah didn't hear what was said after that, as Umtha's tongue was still firmly between her legs. She wasn't aware the party was breaking up until Quinny and Blackbast pulled her from the pillows.

“Did I do good?” Hannah asked, drunk from sex and desire.

“You did fantastic,” Blackbast replied. “You did so well, in fact, that your masters want to reward you.”

“Reward me how?” Hannah asked, her mind still in a daze.

“I have been instructed to take you and Quinny with me,” Blackbast said. “You will bathe in the magic pool that marks you with the power of the forest so you can begin earning your tattoos.”

“Earn them how?” Hannah asked as she was led away.

“My sweet slave,” Blackbast said as she tucked an arm behind Hannah’s back. “Tonight, you are serving …...”