Princess Hannah of the Jade Harem CH 04

Repost of an older chapter, about 10% of it is new content to help explain things to new readers.

The meeting between the masters was very formal as they debated the admission of Zillix into their new nightly order. Hannah was finally learning the details of how this decision had come about and what it meant for the harem. The harem was becoming the true power in the region, and as such, it needed protecting. The masters would form a knighthood where the most worthy and heroic individuals would be invited to join. They had debated names for a while but settled on knights of the jade harem. Hannah thought that was corny, but she smiled and went along with it.

They discussed the merits of what Zillix had done and if he qualified under their new criteria. Hannah had been put on trial by dozens of kings and queens from neighboring lands, hell-bent on proving Hannah was a necromancer. The class was outlawed across the land, and its practitioners hunted to extinction. Hannah was indeed a necromancer, but she had abandoned its use and done all she could to leave it behind. However, her past kept catching up with her, and she formulated a desperate plan to put all their worries to rest. It worked for the most part, but the local rulers found a discrepancy in her claims and came in force to get the truth once and for all.

Hannah had nearly been found out, but at the last minute, she devised another plan to use the tiny pseudo dragon, Zillix, and the master of deception, Alexandria, to cheat the rulers and hide the truth. It worked, but only at great cost and near the death of the poor dragon.

Hannah recalled the immediate aftermath of her grand performance and how the day was saved by Zillix, who put his very life on the line for her. He and Alexandria were unconscious, and Hannah rushed to heal the poor pseudo-dragon before he died.

It was a terrible shock to his lover, Idris, the pale woman with purple in her otherwise black hair. The dragon had been her companion when she was lost in the North, and she had formed a bond with him that no collar could match. Everyone could see she loved the little creature, and seeing unconscious tore at her soul.

Idris picked the limp dragon up and refused to put him down, but Gwen had two guards carry Alexandria away. Hannah caught up to them and took the woman from their arms, carrying her to the special bedroom set aside for Princess Hannah. Hannah laid the unconscious woman on the bed before tucking her into the covers. She kissed the woman on the forehead and thanked her for her actions. Zillix was placed in the room next door, where Idris insisted on remaining until he woke. Hannah checked on him to see her crying over the little dragon, holding a tiny hand as she pleaded with him to wake up.

Hannah felt terrible that he had made such a sacrifice for her. He knew nothing about her or the turmoil of the kingdom, yet he came to her rescue in her time of need. She decided not to disturb Idris and returned to Alexandria to give her another kiss. The others followed Hannah to witness the tender display as she sat on the bed holding Alexandria's hand.

“She's fine,” Hannah explained to those who hadn't seen the aftershock of using Hannah's unique power. It was a blessing and a curse, a gift no one could explain, but they suspected it had something to do with her being chosen. Most classes had two to three special power bars that governed the use of their abilities. But Hannah had a power bar called essence that could be converted in her time of need to mana, health, stamina, and raw energy. She could use this energy to charge a spell, boosting its effect and level until none could resist it. Strangely, everyone she married gained access to this pool, allowing them to share in the power but at a cost. Anyone but Hannah who used it fell into a coma that lasted days, depending on how much had been used. Alexandria had tapped the power to deceive the powerful lords, but Zillix drank deeply from the well and was nearly burned from the inside out.

“So, what do you plan to do with her?” Rajeen asked as they huddled beside the bed.

“Let her go,” Hannah replied. “She has earned her freedom.”

“But she is not free,” Rajeen reminded. “She is still a hunted woman with great debts on her head. She made a bargain with the silken princes of the North that she has failed to fulfill. They are powerful and will not look kindly on her failure. Look at the measures they have already taken to ensure she pays what she owes them. They threatened her girls and held them hostage to ensure her compliance, then bound her to that terrible Lamassu creature.”

Hannah winced to be reminded of the horrible creature that had the body of a lion but the head of a man. It had masqueraded as a simple house cat while all the while controlling Alexandria. The pair snuck into her city and began using its great power to magnify her deception skills. It was all a ploy to kidnap Jaina and deliver her to the silken princes. Frank unraveled the ploy and the waiting trap, then turned the tables on Alexandria. In doing so, they angered the Lamassu, and it took matters into its own hands. The fight that ensued was horrific as the monster easily defeated the combined might of all her friends. Hannah was thrown down in one blow, barely alive and limping for safety. Frank didn't last much longer, his otherwise strong body broken and bleeding. In this world, levels mattered, and Hannah was perhaps one of the highest of her friends in the low sixties. But this horrible monster was well above a hundred, and they were hopelessly outclassed. All seemed lost until an angel of silver light descended from the sky, and her mother, Queen Gwen, took the beast head-on. The fight was over a minute later, with the lamassu slain and her friends desperately trying to heal.

“We may have won the day and defeated it, but I can assure you, its death will not go uninvestigated,” Rajeen finished.

“Yes, it will,” a firm voice said as Gwen appeared behind them. Hannah looked to her noble mother, the Queen of all the land and the most defiant woman she had ever met. Gwen wasn't truly her mother, but a woman Hannah had encountered while on the run from her past. Gwen's magical kingdom heart had been stolen, and without it, she could not rule her kingdom or grow in power. She was languishing in exile as her neighbors and once allies did nothing to help her. She even appealed to the powers of the North, but they mocked her and told her to rot. Hannah found her in a pit of despair and took up the challenge of recovering the stolen heart. When she returned it to Gwen, the woman was so overcome with joy she named her Princess Hannah, her heir and rightful daughter. Thus, her name became Hannah, and she started her rule as a princess. Over time, she learned that Gwen had named her Hannah after a real daughter she had lost when she was young. It was a wound that haunted the poor woman, and Hannah decided to embrace being her daughter to the fullest. She never hesitated to call the woman mother or bow her head to her decrees. She even came to her for relationship advice and to plan the wedding that united her with Frank. Now, her mother stood tall, her noble elven features revealing a slight measure of approval.

“What do you mean it will?” Hannah asked as her mother smiled.

“I told you I had some letters to write,” Gwen replied. “I know some of these silken princes and have contacts in their courts. I let them know that not only was Alexandria mine, but so was Jaina, and I would not tolerate any more efforts to acquire them. I offered to pay any debt Alexandria owed them and delivered a warning.”

“What warning?” Rajeen asked.

Gwen smiled and explained that she threatened to lock the entire south down, preventing any of them from collecting girls here. They replied with apologies and promised that her debts would be released. Alexandria was a free woman again and could finally start over.

“She is free to go home and rebuild her life. However, I had another idea,” Gwen said. “I wish to offer her a minor title and a grant of land to form an estate. If she wants, she is welcome to recreate her brothel there or in my city so she can call her girls back.”

“What a wonderful idea,” Hannah agreed as Gwen took her hands.

“My daughter, I am so proud of you for being brave enough to declare your service,” Gwen said, reminding Hannah of the trail where she openly admitted to being a sex slave. “You have truly grown into a strong woman.”

“I am a strong woman by becoming a slave?” Hannah asked, bemused by the statement.

“Think about it,” Gwen said. “This act is voluntary, and it takes a strong heart to take it seriously. You have demonstrated to the most powerful people in the land that you value your place as a slave girl as much as you value your title of princess.”

“She is right,” Rajeen agreed. “What you did was truly spectacular.”

“I did it because I am proud of what I am,” Hannah said. “And I am proud to be a slave girl to all four of you.”

It was here that Rajeen made a point of suggesting it could be five. She reminded them of how the little dragon had risked his life and reputation to protect people he hardly knew. If the local rulers ever discovered what he did, he would be hunted and unwelcome in any of their lands. He would have to run to the far corners of the world to hide or risk being part of a zoo. He did all that for them just because he wanted to. So she officially pushed the idea that perhaps he could join the harem as a new master and Idris as a slave girl.

They decided to hold that discussion later but later had come, and it was time to decide if all the current masters agreed. Zillix was formally put forth as a new knight of the jade harem for all to vote. It had to be unanimous, or it wouldn't pass, but before they voted, each current knight would be allowed to voice their opinion.

Blackbast and Rajeen voiced their lack of concern that yet another man would have access to the girls. Roric was in full agreement as, by his actions, Zillix had saved their home. Frank stroked Hannah's head and expressed his gratitude that Zillix had given Hannah a new life free from the chains of necromancy. He felt the little dragon deserved a place in the harem and at their sides as a protector.

“Then we are all agreed,” Rajeen said. “He will be invited to join us and place his slave girl in the harem.”

“She's not really a slave girl, though,” Jaina voiced. “She doesn't even have a collar.”

“Not all slaves wear a collar,” Blackbast corrected. “But her heart belongs to the dragon, and I believe she wishes to share herself with Frank and Roric. By adding her to the harem, she can make love to all three men who mean so much to her.”

“I will provide her a collar unless one of you has one you would like to give,” Rajeen said.

“I would require her to serve in the temple,” Blackbast replied. “I would need to speak to her and ensure she understood what that meant before I gave her such a thing.”

“I could offer her a collar,” Roric said but differed to Frank. “I honestly think it should come from you.”

“Why me?” Frank asked as Hannah perked up, wondering the same thing. Jaina and some of the others giggled as if an inside joke had been made, and even Roric looked amused.

“Frank,” Roric began with a smile. “Since you started helping her build her adventure, she hasn't done anything but talk about you. I hate to say it, but she's head over heels for you.”

“Oh, goodness, is she ever,” Jaina laughed. “And she likes the ghoul form more than the human one. I think she has fondly described how strong your ghoul form is about a hundred times now. I have to keep reminding her that I have seen it, but she just goes on. The woman is smitten and can't think of anything but being in your arms.”

“Why does everybody like the ghoul form all of a sudden?” Frank asked in confusion. “I made it specifically to repel girls.”

“You can't help what a girl likes,” Jaina said with a shrug. “Her parents must have raised her in a graveyard or something. But you have to admit, she's perfect for you. She loves everything you do and wants to share it all with you.”

“And just like that, I have been demoted to the second wife,” Hannah joked, earning a few laughs from around the room.

“No, you haven't,” Frank insisted, rubbing her back. “I like Idris because she wants to build an undead adventure like I do, but her wishes are pointless. I don't have a collar to give her. Blackbast collars, all my girls.”

“Oh, stop,” Hannah said as she opened her eyes and looked up to smile at him. “I will buy her a collar if you want. All you have to do is tell me you want her, and I will make her a succubus.”

“Maybe we should ask her first,” Frank suggested. “Find out what kind of slave she wants to be.”

“Alright,” Hannah replied and ran a hand across his shoulder. “But never forget, I am your slave girl, and my collars belong to you.”

“Your collars belong to the harem now,” Rajeen corrected. “But your ability to buy them quickly is a very useful feature.”

“Alexandria can also collar,” Breanne said, joining the conversation as she sat on a pillow with Umtha in her arms.

“She is not a member of the order,” Rajeen replied. “Thus, her collars have no bearing here.”

“No, she isn't, but should she be?” Hannah asked. “She did sacrifice, too.”

“She did that to repay her debt to Roric,” Blackbast replied. “And to try and win her freedom. She has been paid enough in her freedom. Her actions have not earned her a place in this harem.”

“I suppose you are right,” Hannah relented. “But do we have any idea how many she can take?”

“Not without knowing her exact class,” Rajeen replied. “I suspect she is a madam and would have started with three and gained another every five levels.”

“Wow, they gain collars fast,” Hannah said with a start.

“It's how the class works,” Rajeen stated. “I have a madam in my harem, and her collars are invaluable to me. She has many powers and abilities to make life more comfortable for those in her collar. She can soothe them with a touch and even dress them at will.”

“She can make their clothing change?” Hannah asked.

“Oh yes,” Rajeen said with a nod. “And she can alter the look of a slave collar to make it appear to be a sexy choker, a thick necklace, or anything a woman might wear about her neck.”

“I wonder how many girls she had?” Hannah asked as she pondered the poor woman trapped in a destructive path to protect the girls that meant so much to her.

“Gisley once said she had eight,” Jaina replied. “But she admitted she wasn’t keeping count.”

“Eight girls,” Hannah said and smiled at Frank. “Would you be happy with eight?”

“I would be happy with any one of you,” he replied. “That I have you all is a blessing so great I don’t know how to express it in words.”

“I am so in love with you,” Hannah said with a wide smile before leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Tell me again how you weren't good with girls.”

“I find it hard to imagine as well,” Jaina laughed and sat on the floor at Frank's feet so she could lean into Hannah. “Every time he speaks from the heart, you just want to love him.”

“We have been very fortunate,” Rajeen agreed. “Never have I met two men so able to love their women.”

“But is Zillix capable of it?” Breanne asked. “He might have been willing to help, but can we be sure he has what it takes to be a master?”

“He seems nice to me,” Umtha added.

“Being nice is good, but it takes more than that to be a good man in a harem like this,” Breanne argued. “Roric is highly skilled at his craft, and Frank's loving heart makes him a good match, but the dragon seems more playful and lighthearted. I worry he will lack the discipline to handle such a responsibility.”

“Truly, this one was a slave in a past life,” Rajeen said approvingly. “She knows the ways and concepts of a harem as if she had spent twenty years in one.”

“I am mature,” Breanne replied. “I know how easy it is for a young heart to jump after a strong emotion. I have seen plenty of girls insist they have found true love when they have no idea what love is. I worry the dragon will be in the same position. He will be given the gift of the harem and not be able to grasp what it means.”

“We should still make the offer,” Frank said as he turned to Breanne.

“And if he accepts, Roric or I will help him to understand the responsibility,” Rajeen offered.

Hannah understood their concern, but she wasn't worried. As far as she was concerned, Zillix had earned his place in the harem, and when the time came, she would show him how grateful she was. She trembled a little at the thought of making love to the dragon, but then he had that powerful humanoid form she had seen at the wedding. Only then did she remember she was married to the little creature and was technically his wife. She wondered if she should try to spend a little time with him alone and help establish their relationship. Her skin crawled with goosebumps just thinking about it, and she put the thought aside to focus on the discussion at hand.

With the choice made to formally invite him, the meeting moved on to a planned celebration to be held in Rajeen's inn. It would be a private affair for just the masters and girls with an open invitation to Gwen. Hannah was allowed up and quickly moved to the floor with Jaina. She found herself seated at Roric’s feet as the gnoll man clawed at her scalp gently.

Hannah tensed and looked at Frank, who didn't seem the least bit upset that another man was touching her. She recalled their time in the dream and how he said he would not hesitate to play with her, even if Frank was present. She settled her racing heart and shifted closer, allowing his idle hand more access. He took it, stroking her shoulder and neck with a loving touch. She looked up to meet his gaze and saw the bestial longing that said it wouldn't be long before he took her flesh again. All Hannah could do was smile as she felt a hunger in herself, silently hoping that moment would come soon.

“I can't believe this is happening,” Hannah told Jaina as the woman put an arm around her. “Why didn't you tell me it was so rewarding to be a slave girl?”

“Ha, would you have believed me if I had?” Jaina asked. “All I could do was show you how happy I was and keep the offer open to let you in.”

“Well, I got in,” Hannah said as Roric's nails sent tingles across her skin. “And I made love to Roric.”

“That was beautiful,” Jaina whispered. “I will never forget that for as long as I live.”

Hannah blushed and had to look down as their masters discussed other matters. She caught snippets of a conversation involving Chandice and her experiments on Zillix.

“What is Chandice doing with Zillix?” Hannah whispered when Jaina snuggled in.

“She’s trying to learn something about how your essence works,” Jaina replied. “She asked Idris if she could study him while he was unconscious to see if she could learn something from it. She thinks the unconsciousness might shed some light on how that power works.”

“I wonder what she will find,” Hannah said as she toyed with the idea. “You know, if It's a status effect, I could probably kiss him to learn more.”

“You could kiss him?” Jaina laughed. “How would that help?”

“With this,” Hannah said, bringing up her panel.

[lvl 12 Succubus skill: Kiss of detection] You instantly learn the state of any negative effects placed on a target the moment you kiss them. This includes mind-affecting or influencing spells that would otherwise be hidden. You may make a will power-based attack to attempt to remove one mind-affecting spell you detect.

“Well, that's handy,” Jaina said. “We should have gotten you to use that on Chandice before that fight broke out.” She leaned in closer and looked down the list before asking an obvious question.

“If you're a Lilim, why do you have succubus powers?” Jaina asked, referring to how Hannah had recently evolved to become a Lilim.

“Don’t you still have morphic powers?” Hannah asked.

“Oh, right, you keep the abilities of your lower evolution,” Jaina nodded. “But you were never a succubus. You were a lilithu.”

“I wondered that myself,” Hannah admitted and explained what she thought happened. The devil girl class could be started as either a succubus, an alum, or a canary devil. At level thirty, they could evolve into a Lilithu, the higher form of Zanari, an Alluzora devil, the higher form of Alu, and a greater succubus. Hannah started as a Lilithu and had all the powers of the Lilithu and the Zanari devil. However, at level sixty, she had a second evolution choice. This time, Frank chose the Lilim, the continuation of the succubus. This caused all her previous evolutions to reset to the succubus line. Thus, she had the first thirty levels of the succubus powers.

“So it changed your entire evolution course,” Jaina said. “I suppose that makes sense. It would be pointless to be a Lilim with none of the lower-level seduction powers. So all your Lilithu powers are gone?”

“All of them,” Hannah admitted. “It was a heavy battle class anyway. It's not really my style.”

“No, your style is long, pleasurable blow jobs,” Jaina agreed and smiled as Hannah blushed. “Roric commented that he couldn't wait for you to give him another one.”

Hannah had to swallow as Roric continued to stroke her head, oblivious to what was being said at his feet. She was close to his groin and could easily turn her head and nudge between his legs. She trembled at the idea of sucking his cock right there but quickly put that thought aside. Jaina rested her head on her shoulder and began to talk about playing in the forest. She teased Hannah about the tattoos she would soon be getting and how Frank would love to see her back decorated.

Hannah thought of the magical forest known as the Lovewood that was Roric's home. He and his slave girls prowled the woods, seeking sexual encounters wherever they could find them. To help establish the forest's reputation as a sexual adventure, a system of magical tattoos was created. Once a woman accepted the blessing of the forest, she earned a tree tattoo that went down her spine. Once marked, she would earn more by having sex in the forest, with different sexual conquests earning different tattoos. There were marks for all sorts of things, from lesbian encounters to anal sex to group sex and much more.

Frank was in favor of them getting the tattoos but hadn't told any of them to get one yet. She was nervous about the day she would have to venture into the Lovewood and seek her first conquest. Thinking of it made her shiver, but the soothing stroke of Roric's hand made it all seem tame. Here she was, sitting at the feet of one master after she just pleased another. Was there really anything to be afraid of, or was this just the everyday life of a slave girl?

All she knew was her life had changed and gone to some place so exciting she forgot all about her past. Maybe it was for the best, or maybe it was just another step in the long process of healing. Whatever the case, Hannah's path was chosen, and she was now a sex slave.