Princess Hannah of the Jade Harem CH 03

This chapter has been seriously redone to include a flashback to the roric beach scene. I did this because the timeline I am using would exclude this scene otherwise, and it was too good to throw away.

Hannah shivered as she looked up from where she knelt, her eyes betraying her nervousness. Frank towered over her, his handsome face smiling as she ran a hand up his thigh. They were in the palace, using one of the large plush rooms decorated with couches of thick, red cushions. Breanne, Quinny, and Umtha were present, as were Rajeen, Blackbast, and half a dozen harem girls. They sat around kissing, talking, and cuddling as Hannah looked down to see Frank's cock before her face.

His hand played with her red hair as she licked at her lips nervously. She had made love to Frank with his wives present before, but there were so many others it made her nervous. She tried to convince herself that they were all extensions of their family, and it was fine, but she still felt a shiver.

“You don’t have to do it,” Frank offered as he traced the base of one of her horns. “It can wait until later when we are alone.”

She was amazed that he had read her mind, and a twinge of blush darkened her cheeks. She wanted to accept his offer, but deep down, she knew she needed to do this. She had teased him for weeks about being his slave girl, and he finally accepted. Now, this was her role, and he was her master. Just because a few people were present to see didn't mean she should avoid her duties. Besides, she loved Frank with all her heart, and seeing him happy made her feel wonderful.

She wrapped a hand around the base and gently began to stroke, feeling the firmness of his cock. She was amazed that Frank wasn't feeling any tension over the people present, but then he had made love to all of them before. Even the harem girls had probably known his attentions as Frank hadn't been reserved about making love to them. He had grown into a powerful man and accepted the role she insisted he take. He now looked at the harem as his possession, and the Hannah was his favorite.

With eyes fixed on him, she leaned forward, soft lips parting as they slid gently over his cock. He looked down and smiled as she focused on the tip, drowning out the world around her until it was only her and her master.

“I love you,” Frank whispered as she came off to give his cock a good, firm lick.

“I love you too,” she replied, then wrapped her lips around him once more, eagerly reaching lower. The world faded away so that all Hannah knew was his expression and the warm flesh sliding through her mouth. She hummed in a long, slow note as she felt so alive to be serving him. Why was submitting to a man and giving him everything so rewarding? She supposed it was because that man was Frank who made all of this easy. She knew that he appreciated her submission, and every pass of her lips made him love her more.

She put one hand on his thigh to hold on as her head began to bob. With each pass, she took more of his cock, until she felt it pressing at the back of her throat. Most women would have stopped there, but Hannah tensed to go on. One of the most amazing benefits of the slave collar was the inability to choke. She could take his cock inches into her throat, and there would be no gag reflex or inability to breathe. In fact, the sensation felt wonderful, and she could even orgasm from it if she wanted to.

She put her long, pointed tongue to work, licking at his cock as it slid through her mouth. Frank loved her succubus tongue and her talent for putting it to use. She could easily reach three inches further than a human tongue could go, and it was as strong as a finger, able to pleasure with careless ease. Quinny, Breanne, and Umtha used that tongue often to eat one another, reaching deep into their bodies and rubbing that magic spot that drove a woman wild.

Frank started to breathe more deeply as she watched his eyes, showing her complete submission to her master. His hand stroked her head, gently encouraging her to go on as she let out a submissive groan. All she felt was a deep desire to please him, and she wondered how much of that was the slave collar. Blackbast had warned her it would help make the transition to being a slave girl easier. She supposed the collar was helping, but a large portion of this desire was hers. She loved Frank and wanted to explore this role to its fullest. The more he insisted she obey, the more exciting it became. Putting them in Rajeen's harem had been one of the most exciting moments of her life.

“That’s it,” Frank sighed as his head rolled back. “Oh, you are so good at this.”

Hannah wanted to laugh at his comment but kept up her pace, helping her master enjoy the fruits of his slave girls. She knew much of what he felt was coming from her oral mastery skill conveyed by the slave collar. Still, he didn't need to know that, and she loved to see how his body shook as she brought him closer and closer to the edge.

A minute passed, and he was breathing hard, his hands playing with her hair as she sucked her master's cock. She could tell he was getting close and considered using prolong, but she didn't want him to suffer.

“Ohhh,” Frank gasped as Hannah dived deep, pushing his cock into her throat. Her lips hit the base of his shaft, and from here, she switched to shallow bobs. Frank was so overcome by her efforts that he grabbed her by the horns, holding her head as he took over the motion.

She nearly cried out when he began to fuck her throat but relaxed and let him do the work. It felt wonderful to have him so deep in her mouth, and now that he had taken over, a hand was free to reach down and play with her herself. She slid a hand across her stomach and between her legs to swish through the folds of wet skin that hung below. No sooner had her fingers found the mark than they were joined by the skillful hands of Blackbast, who quickly took over.

“Just relax and let me do it,” Blackbast purred.

Hannah took her hand away as the feline woman began to rub at her body. She instantly felt the shocks of stimulation running up her spine as a storm built inside. Frank had her firmly by the horns so that all she could do was wait for him to finish, but now she wanted an orgasm first, so she activated prolong to delay him.

“It feels so good,” Frank gasped as he pulled her to him. “Oh, I love you.”

Hannah couldn’t respond other than the wrap her arms around his thighs and grope at his ass. She was lost to the passion and the fire burning inside as she was used as a sex toy. She couldn't believe such a state of mind existed as she spiraled into another world where only sex existed. Her master's fingers danced between her legs, bringing her orgasm closer with surprising speed.

She began to rock her hips as the power built, while Frank never slowed his pace. She trembled on the very edge as suddenly Blackbast made her orgasm stop dead in its tracks.

“As my slave, I can make you endure this forever,” Blackbast whispered in her ear as her orgasm teetered on the edge but wouldn't come. “And I can make it more powerful than you ever imagined.” Hannah nearly screamed when a sudden twitch of the woman's fingers brought her orgasm pouring out. She clutched at Frank for support as her body was rocked by pure passion and ran wet with delight. Blackbast didn't let up, working deeper and faster as Hannah shook from her touch.

“That's it, my sweet,” Blackbast cooed as Hannah adjusted her legs to spread them wide. “Surrender to my touch.”

Hands came around her back as Quinny joined the passion, reaching around to clutch at Hannah’s firm breasts. She squeezed the pillow like mounds, testing her silky skin as her lips kissed the back of her neck.

Hannah was trapped by Frank's grip on her horns as the two made love to her body. The sensation was intense, and knowing the rest were watching made it more satisfying. She was finally being used as a proper sex slave, and her journey was just beginning. Frank made a loud groan and reached deep into her body. At the same time, Blackbast took her clit between two fingers, and magic happened below.

Hannah tried to cry out as Frank's orgasm pulsed in her throat, causing her shared orgasm to trigger. Her pussy was instantly awash with flowing wetness, coating Blackbast's fingers as her touch below made it more intense. Thanks to Quinny's touch, she shared it too, singing out as her shared orgasm shook her body. Hannah held on as her body melted under the weight of her orgasm while the whole room watched her swallow Frank's gift.

Hannah looked up with a pleading expression as Frank smiled down. He pulled back slowly, inch by inch, his cock coming out of her mouth. Quinny held her by the chest as Blackbast backed away, allowing Frank to come free a few moments later.

Hannah took her first deep breath since it all began, then looked up at her master while biting her lip. She needed to know he was pleased with her, and his smile told her everything. He reinforced it by reaching down to take her hand and drawing her to her feet. He then swept her into his arms and carried her to a nearby couch, where he sat with her in his lap.

Hannah lay on his chest, and her eyes closed as the world around her slowly came back into view. Quinny followed to rub her shoulders, gently soothing away any stress or worry.

“You looked so hot,” Quinny said. “When Frank grabbed you by the horns, all anyone could do was watch.”

Hannah blushed as she smiled and snuggled tightly to his chest. She enjoyed the soothing hands of her little succubi wife-to-be as Quinny did her best to help her relax. Quinny was the playful treat in their harem, a zombie girl who built a haunted forest. She spent hours toying with adventurers and creating encounters that bordered on an almost theme park-like exuberance. Though her zombie form had pale dead skin and solid black eyes, her succubus form was more exotic. She kept the pale skin but gained a soft blue tint, with lilac-colored lips that begged to be kissed. The dark hair remained, but now it was straight and silky as if it fell to the middle of her back. Her horns were small compared to the others and a dark purple in color as they curled backward. Her once-dark eyes were now lit by purple slits that looked exotic and enticing. She had a smooth tail that ended in a rounded end but could become a sharp point on command. She had playful little fangs that she used to nibble her lovers, always pretending she would bite them. Her heart was full of love and playfulness, but Quinny carried a sadness that occasionally came to the surface. She never wanted to talk about it, but it had something to do with being wanted or left out. Hannah was never sure if it was appropriate to pry into the woman's past as she worked so hard not to show it.

She was given several minutes to recover her senses before Rajeen and Blackbast sat beside them.

“If our pet has recovered, we should discuss the two saviors of our harem,” Rajeen said, the tiger woman breaking Hannah from her contemplation. Hannah looked up in confusion as Rajeen went on to ask if they wanted to go ahead and ask Zillix to join the harem as a master.

“I thought we resolved this,” Hannah said in surprise and looked at Frank. “You told me at the picnic that Rajeen asked him to join the harem.”

“I never truly asked him,” Rajeen cut in. “I told them we were considering the idea and asked if he would be willing to put Idris in the harem. They both wanted some time to discuss it, and I thought it best for us to meet to make a final decision. Now that Roric and Jaina are here, we need to discuss it in full.”

“Oh, I see,” Hannah said as she made a faint gasp, and she kept her eyes shut, not wanting to betray her shock. How long had Roric and Jaina been here, and had they seen what she just did? She wasn't even sure she was ready to face Roric like this, especially after the dream where they made love. It had only been a few days ago when she was, and he met on a beach and had sex for the first time. Even now, images of that moment stirred in her heart. She looked up and made eye contact with the man, who looked very much like he was part hyena. He had the body of a man, but it was covered in dark fur with distinct silver patches, especially on his face. He had a short snout full of sharp teeth and a thick neck that ran down his back with a dark hump of hair. He was known as Silvermane gnoll, a hero form of what was typically a monster class. Despite that, most people assumed he was a monster player and treated him differently.

Now that their eyes met, Hannah couldn't help but flash back to that day and remember their time on the beach. It started with a pleasant dream where she was in the arms of the beautiful elf maiden Evalynn. They had been lying in a bed of flowers, kissing as passions grew hot and sex was only moments away. In a flash, she was alone, standing on a sunny beach as the ocean waves lapped the shore. The air smelled of salt, and water carried on a gentle breeze that tickled her nose.

“Umm,” Hannah began when she finally turned around to see Frank sitting on a log nearby. “Frank? Do you know why we are here?”

“It’s a dream,” Frank replied. “Gisley put us together.”

“Oh,” Hannah sighed as she understood. Gisley was a lunar fairy, a beautiful purple-skinned woman with wings like some kind of nighttime butterfly. She gained her powers from moonlight and often spent her nights dancing over her magical pond, singing to the moon. As part of her power set, she produced magical glitter that allowed her to see into people's dreams. She often used her power to alter people's dreams, giving them romantic encounters or nights of wild sex. She could also put two or more people together, allowing them to share a special moment in any place they could imagine. Tonight, it was a sunny beach, and Hannah was with her lover and husband.

“She needs to warn us before pulling us away,” Hannah added. “I was just about to make love to Evalynn.”

“I’m sorry,” Gisley’s voice echoed over the landscape. “I was in a hurry.”

“Gisley?” Hannah called and turned around. “Are you watching us?” She wasn't surprised that the fairy was watching from beyond the dream, as it was part of her power.

“I was told to wait until you were done,” Gisley replied.

“Done?” Hannah asked and looked at Frank. “Done with what?”

“We need to talk,” Frank said and patted the log. “Sit with me.”

Hannah felt nervous by his tone and quickly took her place at his side. He put an arm around her and commented on how beautiful the beach was before saying it existed for real.

“Wait, this beach is real?” Hannah asked as she took it in. It looked like an ocean and even smelled of salt drifting in the wind. Beach grass grew on the dunes and waved in a gentle breeze, creating a scene of pastoral beauty. “This is nicer than the one on our lake.”

“No, it isn't,” Gisley replied. “I am using my magic to make it look much bigger than it is and adding the ocean effects. The real beach is only half the size, but it's secluded in the mountains, so the harem can use it to play.”

“I see,” Hannah said and locked eyes with Frank. “So, what are we talking about?”

“We need to talk about Roric,” Frank said. “We need to talk about how you are his sex slave.”

Hannah felt a rush of tingles as her hands started to tremble. Her heart beat faster as she heard Frank call her Roric's sex slave. She knew that by joining the harem, she would be answering to another man but had avoided thinking about it. Now Frank was pressing her to speak about it, and she wasn't sure she was ready.

“Umm, why do we have to talk about this now?” she asked as her anxiety grew.

“Because it isn’t fair that I am sleeping with his girls, and he hasn’t touched any of mine, Frank said.

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” Hannah said, then quickly backtracked. “I mean. I know that’s part of being in the harem, but…. Frank, I am scared.”

“What are you scared about?” he asked, rubbing her back. “He's a good guy.”

“He’s great, but you're my husband, and you know, playing with the girls is one thing,” Hannah stammered her sentences, not making sense.

“Most men would consider your playing with other girls to be cheating,” Frank said. “I don’t because I love watching you.”

Hannah blushed at his comment, knowing he loved seeing her with other women. But Roric was another matter. She took one of his hands and played with his fingers as she tried to articulate her feelings.

“Look, I know it has to happen sooner or later, but are you absolutely sure you want this?” Hannah asked.

“Hannah, I told you that you could serve in the temple and get forest tattoos,” Frank said. “Doesn’t that sound like I am sure?”

“Yes,” Hannah admitted as her blush deepened. “But, I figured you were just caught up in the moment.”

“I wasn't,” Frank said. “I meant what I said. Blackbast helped me understand something, and now you need to understand it, too. The dynamic of our relationship has changed. You may be married to me, but first and foremost, you are my slave. I accepted your offer and took you as mine, so now you have to stop seeing me as your husband. I am your master, and you are here to obey. One day soon, I will command you to serve in the temple, and you will perform your duties to Blackbast.”

Hannah felt her heart racing as the intoxicating blend of fear and arousal coursed through her veins. Frank was being strong and commanding and treated her like a sex slave. He went on to tell her that she would soon complete the ceremony that prepared her for the tattoos.

“Do you understand?” Frank asked.

“Yes, master,” Hannah replied, looking down.

“Good,” Frank said and rocked her gently. “I have a task for you to do right now.”

“You do?” Hannah asked, daring to look up.

“I spoke with Roric and Jaina just before I had Gisley call you in,” Frank said. “We have agreed to create a knightly order based on the harem. We are still working on a name, but the main topic of the discussion was you.”

“What did you say to him?” Hannah asked nervously.

Frank held her hand tight and looked deep into her beautiful eyes as he told her that he had given Roric permission to make love to her and all the girls.

“You did?” Hannah gasped as her trembling took on new heights. “What did he say?”

“He said he would wait until you were ready,” Frank replied with a smile. “But I think waiting is a mistake. You are making love to him tonight, here on the beach,” he insisted as Hannah lost the ability to speak. “This is your last test. If you really want to be a sex slave, you have to prove it. But if you do this, I will never let you out. I will treat you just like Roric treats his girls, and you will be a whore.”

The word whore flooded her mind as she realized there was no going back. She teased Frank for weeks, claiming she wanted to be his slave girl, and he took the bait. Now, he was putting her to the test, giving her exactly what she claimed she wanted. It was time to prove she was a sex slave and make love to her master, Roric. “Frank,” Hannah said as she hugged him tightly. “I love you. I promise to be a good slave girl.”

“I know you will,” Frank replied as his voice grew distant. “Now, show him you are his slave too.”

Hannah realized she wasn't holding him anymore and looked around to see he was gone. She was alone on the beach as the waves continued to roll on.

“You should get undressed,” Gisley said in a voice that came from nowhere.

“Is this really happening?” Hannah asked.

“Yes,” Gisley replied. “Are you frightened?”

“Of course I am,” Hannah said, pacing to the water. “People don't do things like this. At least not in my experience. I know it happened, but isn't it wrong?”

“Is it?” Gisley asked. “I know in the real world that very few people did things like this, but we aren’t in the real world. This is a fantasy world where all the dangers of being promiscuous are gone. So why should you limit yourself by rules made for a very different place? If you made love to Roric, would anything change? Would you be hurt? Or maybe sick? Would anything be different except that you would have one more person to call a lover?”

“Umm,” Hannah began as she stopped at the water to think. “No, I suppose not. It’s just this whole lifestyle is new to me.”

“It was new to me, too,” Gisley replied. “But once I started walking down this path, I couldn't stop. Now I have you and all the others as my sisters and Frank, Roric, Rajeen, and Blackbast as my masters, and my life is wonderful.”

“Your life is wonderful,” Hannah admitted. “I love how your family works.”

“Our family,” Gisley corrected. “You are part of it now, and we all want you to be ours. Roric loves you, and he wants to be your master. Frank understands how it works and wants you to love him, too. So will you obey your first master and love Roric as you should?”

Hannah had to take a deep breath, struggling to believe she was in this situation. There wasn't any reason to avoid the truth. She knew full well that by joining the harem, Roric would make love to her. She was even excited by that prospect but never dared to mention it. Now, the time had come, and Frank had given her a command. Tonight, she would make love to Roric and prove she was his slave girl. She looked around at the sandy shore and let out a gentle sigh. At least it was a beautiful place for them to make love.

“Gisley,” Hannah said with a smile as she discarded her clothes. “I’m ready.”

She turned to face the water, her body shaking as she played with her hands. When she turned back, Roric was there, sitting on a blanket as he looked at her naked form. Hannah felt a surge of nervousness as she stumbled in her turn, her body exposed to her master.

“Hannah,” Roric said when he noticed her shaky steps. “We can do this another time.”

“No, it’s…” Hannah began as she stumbled toward him. “I. I want to do this. I’m just nervous.”

She nearly fell as her feet started to drag. Every step brought her closer to a man who was more beast than human. His body was covered in soft silver fur, and his legs ended in paws. His face was very canine-like, with a snout and black nose. Her eyes went to his waist, where a black waddle of skin rested above a furry pack. She had to swallow as she looked at his groin and had to wonder how it worked.

“You can barely walk,” Roric said. “Gisley put her back with Evalynn.”

“No, please!” Hannah cried as she fell to her hands and knees. She crawled the rest of the way, climbing between his legs as Roric lay back. She could see him watching intently as she lay on her stomach, her head just above his waist as she looked down.

“Umm, where is it?” she asked.

“It’s in the sheath,” Roric replied. “The pouch between my legs. It’s inside until I start to get aroused. I take it you don’t know much about dogs.”

“I never needed to know how to have sex with one,” Hannah said as she went to reach out with a trembling hand. She tried to touch that soft furry fold, but her nerves made her recoil twice.

“Just relax,” Roric said as he reached down to stroke her head. “Lay your head on my thigh and look at my eyes.

Hannah did as she was instructed and looked up to meet his gaze. Despite being a gnoll, his eyes looked kind and sympathetic. His expression wasn't wild or savage, but her instinct told her he wasn't human. Still, if she could make love to a ghoul, she could certainly do so with Roric.

“Would you do me a favor?” Roric asked in a soft voice. “I always thought your natural form was beautiful. Could you take it for me?”

Hannah nodded and used her Lilim powers to alter her shape, becoming the blond human woman she used to be. She looked up with blue eyes as he smiled, commenting that she was truly a beautiful woman.

His words helped diminish her fear and offered her a sense of balance. She wasn't here to have sex. She was here to make love to a man who saw her as beautiful and deeply respected her.

“Ok,” Hannah said as she licked her lips, never taking her eyes off his. She reached up again and, this time, fought through the fear. Her fingertips passed over his sheath's soft skin, and she slowly took hold of it. “So, if I stroke this?” she asked, gently massaging the pouch.

“That's perfect,” Roric replied, looking deep into her eyes. “You are doing good, my slave.”

Hannah felt a shock of excitement run down her spine to hear him call her his slave. Until now, she was Frank's wife, and slavery was just a game. Now, she looked into Roric's eyes as they prepared to make love. She was here to prove that he was her master and she was his slave girl. It took all her focus to keep stroking as her mind screamed at her to stop. She realized this was just a panic reaction and struggled to ignore it. Then something moved in her hand, and she gasped as his cock slid from the sheath. The skin was mottled violet and pink with a bumpy texture and a pointed tip. Hannah nearly let go as it slid out slowly, growing in her hand as it stretched beside her face.

Her breathing took on a rapid pace as Roric's cock got bigger and bigger. It stretched to four inches, then five, then six, slowly growing long and thin before her eyes. The surface was moist with a soft sheen that caught the light as it continued to grow.

“Oh,” Hannah said as it reached nine inches, and then something swelled in her hand. She looked down to see a ball-like bulge growing larger until she held his cock by this protrusion. She couldn't take her eyes away as his cock throbbed gently just an inch from her face.

She met his gaze as he watched intently, his expression still kind and thoughtful. She knew he was just a man playing a role and that this wasn't anything to be worried about. Still, he had the face of a wolf or maybe a hyena, something distinctly not human, and her mind couldn't tell.

His hand came to the side of her face as gentle fingers stroked her cheek. “Do you need my help?” he asked as Hannah looked back to the cock in her hand.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I need you to order me.”

“I understand,” Roric replied. “Slave, I command you to pleasure my cock. Lick it from top to bottom like a good girl.”

Hannah's blood was boiling now as she was given her command. His use of the term good girl only made it more exciting, sending goosebumps across her skin. What was she doing with this animal-like man? Could she really do this? Could she make love to another master and commit to a life as a sex slave like Jaina?

Her eyes met his again as her lips parted, and before she could think, her tongue was on his flesh. Roric let out a pleased sigh as her tongue pressed firmly to his cock, and she licked from the base up. She tasted his skin for the first time as her eyes met his in submission. Just knowing he was watching sent a shockwave of tension across her body, driving her wild with panic and arousal. She kept her eyes locked on his as she continued to lick, using her lips to caress and pull at him. She leaned up to reach higher, working her tongue all along his cock. Every second of it was like fire, her body swirling with an erotic intensity that threatened to consume her.

Roric watched as if grading her performance while letting out soft groans. Every time she heard one, Hannah felt more excited. She was pleasuring him with her body and proving beyond all doubt that she was his sex slave. That caused her body to twitch and created a hunger to do more. She wanted this, to be his slave and his pet, her body his to use as he desired. Slowly, she shifted so she lay directly between his legs and began to lick and work the other side. Roric responded to every soft touch with a whispered moan, his cock twitching as she caressed it.

Her tongue focused on the tip as it bounced against her lips. She could see the pleading look in Roric's eyes as she came tantalizingly close to more. Knowing how badly he wanted this made it even more rewarding, and Hannah felt alive. She smiled as her lips pressed to the tip, ever so slightly allowing it to slip in. She pulled away and used her hand to stroke the inhuman shaft. Roric was hers to play with, and she wanted to make him remember this moment forever.

Slowly she allowed the tip to pass her lips, sucking gently as her eyes bored into his. She felt a strong sense of taboo to be taking something so obviously not human into her mouth. She only took in the top inch, but that was enough to make him tense. He was so anxious for more, and she desired to see him pleased. Slowly she stroked his cock while the top never left her mouth. With careful, deliberate rolls of her head, she took him a little deeper, her tongue teasing what was already inside.

Roric let out the loudest groan yet as Hannah reached the midpoint and, with a firm suck, came all the way back to the tip. She never realized how much fun it was to tease a man by pleasuring him slowly. Now, she relished the moment as her lips descended, going deeper than ever before. She felt his cock slide to the back of her throat where normally she would gag. However, thanks to the power of the slave collar, this sensation was gone. He passed easily to the back, sliding into her throat and beyond without discomfort.

Roric flinched, breaking eye contact to roll his head while Hannah's lips kissed the knot at the base of his cock. Now it was her throat clenching tightly around his cock as she made love to him with her head. She reached as deeply as she could, her lips and tongue caressing the bulge below. She didn't understand the purpose of the knot, a large swelling about the size of a fist. Jaina had told her that a lot of animals had them. It was meant to swell inside the female, locking the two together so she couldn't escape until he was done. Jaina said it was a unique feeling to be knotted by Roric and unable to escape the sex until he was done.

Now Hannah bobbed her head in a shallow motion, kissing and caressing that bulge while his cock explored her throat. Roric's body was rolling with tension as his muscles clenched and loosened. She was doing as instructed, pleasuring her master on command. She couldn't believe that her life had come to this. How had she become a sex slave in service to two men? She wondered where it would go from here. Would she be bartered to others for favors like Jaina was? Would she find herself dancing on a stage as she stripped for a wild audience? Would she be sold for profit like a prostitute?

Every thought made her hungry for more as she surrendered to the tension inside. She never wanted this feeling to end, but suddenly Roric spoke.

“Slave, that is enough,” he panted.

Hannah slowly pulled up, feeling the amazing sensation of his cock sliding from her throat. She couldn’t get over how incredible sex was in this world, especially with the slave collar. It fell from her lips with a flow of saliva, leaving long strands dangling from her chin. Roric's gaze was back, and he motioned her up with a finger. Hannah crawled over his chest, dragging her ample breasts over him as she climbed into his arms.

One strong hand cradled her rear, caressing where her tattoo marked her as Rajeen's slave girl. The other held her waist as she leaned over him, looking down into his eyes. Without thinking, she parted her lips and pressed in for a kiss. She was greeted by a long tongue that filled her mouth. She groaned in alarm, then settled in, her hands clutching at his shoulders as they kissed. It lasted for several minutes, the two lying together to express their passion. Then Hannah hungered for more and reached back.

She could feel his cock rubbing against her stomach as they pressed into each other. She grabbed hold of it and pushed it back to free it for use. Then she traced her way to the tip and pressed it to her trembling pussy. She couldn't believe how eager she was to have him inside her as the power of the moment sent her to places she never knew existed. No wonder Jaina loved this life and being his slave girl. It was something that had to be experienced to understand, and the very act of serving sent shivers down her spine.

She felt that bestial cock rub between her folds, and her body was electrified. This was as taboo a thing as she had ever done, and even as her rational mind implored her to stop, an animal-like lust begged her to press on. She moaned into Roric's tongue as she worked his cock into her body, feeling her pussy stretch as inch by inch he climbed inside. Once he was deeply inserted, she reached lower to stroke the base, caressing him to encourage his need.

Her trembling hand let go and returned to his shoulder as the kiss ended. Roric looked deep into her eyes as the two lay motionless, joined together in passion. It was a tense moment as Hannah waited to see what happened.

“Hannah, I….” Roric began, but she quickly grabbed his muzzle.

“Please,” Hannah begged. “I'm not Hannah. I am just a sex slave, and you are my master. Please, show me you understand.”

Roric nodded, and she let him go while looking down as his hands tightened on her body. Then her world exploded as his cock moved, sliding deep into her soul. Roric began to work his hips as he made love to her, thrusting from below as he took what was his.

Hannah's voice escaped in a long moan as he began a slow, methodical pace. The thrusts were good and long, sending her body into the expected reaction. The slave collar made every movement inside incredibly intense, and it wasn't long before she felt the tension mounting. Hannah's fingers clung to his shoulders as she stared into the eyes of the man making love to her. Her lips were parted, her voice coming in rapid moans as he drove her to the edge and beyond. She stared into his eyes as she had her first orgasm for him. Her body was hot with the power of tension and sexual desire, fighting for control. She ran wet as his thrusting drove her to orgasm, forcing her to endure it much longer.

Roric never altered the pace and never looked away as she had a second and a third. Her eyes became windows into her soul as he watched her fears disappear. No longer was she a free woman or a wife married to one man. All that had gone and been replaced by a collar that marked her as a sex slave. Now, others would decide when and where she made love, and her body would belong to her master. They could do with her as they pleased, and if they grew bored, they could sell her. Of course, she knew they would never do such a thing as this slavery was founded on something much deeper. The chains were crafted with love and care for the mutual happiness of both slave and master.

Her body rocked with a fourth orgasm as she struggled to catch her breath. She panted like a dog before him as he continued his relentless pace. She wanted to say something, but all she could manage were pleading moans and gasps as her body burned with sex. She was his, and he knew it. All she had and was would be at his disposal. She groaned her submission to him, and he seemed to understand. Suddenly, he picked up the pace and pushed deeper, causing Hannah's back to arch.

Roric now held this new pace, cupping her rear with a hand to hold her up when her legs became weak. She had a sixth and then a seventh orgasm as she sang of love with her moans. Every orgasm became more intense as the sexual escalation power caused them to build. Her thighs were wet from her flowing lust, and his cock slid in and out as if on silk and honey.

The eighth orgasm left Hannah trembling as her vision blurred. She never dreamed it could be like this, the power building endlessly until she was gone. All she cared about was serving her master with everything she had. She needed to have him, to know he was pleased. She needed to feel his dominance and power as he used his slave to feed.

Hannah cried out as the next orgasm nearly caused her arms to collapse. She finally closed her eyes and lay her head on his, unable to catch her breath any longer. Roric picked up the pace, pushing so deeply that she began to feel his knot pressing to her body. She groaned and rolled her hips, praying her master was pleased. Then suddenly, the motion slowed and took on a gentle pace. She leaned up to look into his eyes once again as he took on a loving expression.

“I love you,” he whispered. “But the time has come. If we do this, there is no going back. Once I cum inside you, it all changes. You will be my sex slave, and I will not hesitate to call on you to fill my desires, even if you are at Frank's side or out in public. If I want you, you will obey and give me all I desire and more.”

All Hannah could do was pant as he laid it out, letting her know she no longer had any ability to say no. She existed to serve her masters, and they desired sex often.

“Do you understand?” Roric asked.

Hannah was breathless, and words escaped her as her mind drifted in a sex-infused haze. All she could do was lean in and kiss the tip of his nose. Then she settled to his chest, laying her head on his shoulder in complete surrender. There was nothing more to discuss; the choice had been made, and now all that was left was to mark her as his the way only a man could.

She waited in silence, her soft pants ruffling his fur. He continued to work at her slowly as if considering the choice himself. Then she felt his cock slide in, reaching deeper and deeper until his knot was pushing hard at her pussy. She tensed as he held that pose, pushing at her body as his arms locked around her. She couldn't move or escape as something gave below. She felt her pussy stretch to impossible limits as it attempted to swallow that fist-sized bulge.

A long moan escaped her lips as he won the battle and forced her body to swallow him. Hannah had another orgasm as it passed inside, her body closing around it so that she couldn't escape. Now he worked at a short, rapid pace, his thrusting so deep she felt he had absorbed her. It only lasted a few moments when his hand clutched her rear tightly, and he began to growl. A powerful shove drove Roric to places no man had gone before, and instantly, she felt his cock throb. Before she could react, the slave collar triggered its shared orgasm ability, and Hannah had a powerful orgasm right along with him. Every pulse of his cock was more of his seed spilling into her womb, sending her orgasm into a spiraling storm. She felt like she was moving, her body adrift on some kind of whirlwind. Inside, her belly grew hot with bestial seed as Roric bred her firmly.

All Hannah could do was cling to him and wait for it to stop. Her world had disappeared, replaced by a dream of endless love and racing orgasms. When, at last, the throbbing stopped, she was a panting wreck. She lay in his arms for minutes, allowing the heat between them to dissipate as her mind struggled to find clarity. Eventually, she gave up and accepted what was, closing her eyes to lay on his chest.

His firm hand stroked her back as he remained silent, allowing her to come down. Another joined his hand, and she opened a tired eye to see Jaina smiling down.

“Just lay still,” Jaina urged. “You earned your rest.”

And thus, Hannah had made love to another man, becoming his sex slave as much as Franks. She woke from the dream hours later and spent all morning trying to process what had happened. Now was the first time she had seen him in person since that night, and she wondered what he was thinking. Her mind snapped back to the meeting as Frank agreed they needed to make a decision about Zillix, and the conversation started. Hannah clung to his chest and listened intently but noticed Roric looking her way. Silently, he mouthed the words I love you, and suddenly, her fear melted as her heart began to race. Why should she be so nervous about seeing a man who had been so gentle and passionate? Why would she be ashamed to share her body with him when she was his sex slave? In a moment, all that tension dropped away, and she smiled back and silently returned the comment. He nodded and returned to the discussion as Hannah relished what she was and prayed it would never change.