The Jade Harem 1-6

Hannah's body rolled as she worked her hips, writing across his firm chest. She held lord Dugal's face in her hands as she pressed her lips to his, hungry to feel his kiss. They had been together for three days, making love and learning about one another.

Hannah told him about her arrival in New Eden and how she met Frank by falling down his stairs. She shared the chaos of her early days and the terrible way Moon had manipulated her. He told her about his life in the real world, where he was a bit of a loner, working a dead-end job. He dreamed of so much more, but his life was going nowhere. Then, the chance to come here came along, and he couldn't wait to take it. He made his fair share of mistakes, and like Frank, he came in full of dreams and exuberance. But then the reality of how things worked set in, and players started behaving badly. He founded seven kingdoms in the north, only to see them fail for one reason or another. Most of it was because of competition between neighbors and the institution of wargames. He poured his heart into his lands only to have it trampled, burned, and mocked.

He fled south just as Frank had done, hoping to get beyond the reach of the power players in the north. He just wanted to enjoy building his land without worrying about his neighbors raiding him. Hannah pointed out how much he and Frank were alike and told him about Frank's dream to build his grand adventure.

Slowly, they came to understand one another, and he finally admitted he wanted to help them. The only thing holding him back was the fear that he might be condemned with Hannah if they roused the attention of the North. Hannah came up with a compromise, suggesting that he voice his disapproval publicly, but behind closed doors, they would be allies, friends, and lovers.

She was proving that as they made love in the early morning. Outside, the sun had just moved to the dawn position, and soon, he would be on his way home.

“You were right about this,” he whispered as Hannah continued to writhe.

“Right about what?” she asked.

“This really is a good way to get to know somebody,” he replied.

“It really is,” Hannah laughed as she smiled wide, revealing her pointed teeth. “And every time you come back, I will be here to welcome you and keep your bed warm.”

“I am coming back?” he asked with a pleased smile.

“Of course,” Hannah said while matching his smile with one of her own. “You have to inspect our lands personally to ensure we aren’t doing anything that would need to be reported.”

“I may have to check them often,” he warned.

“I am counting on it,” Hannah groaned as she felt the familiar presence of his cock inside her body. She closed her eyes and rolled her hips, driving him deeper as she felt his orgasm near. She moaned and gasped with every deep thrust until

he began to breathe hard. The orgasm made her shake as he came deep inside, fertilizing her womb as he had done many, many times. She shared every moment of it, drunk on the need to have his seed deep in her body.

Sighing, she settled on his chest, pressing her cheek to his shoulder. They both knew he had to leave soon and that she likely wouldn't see him again for a while. Still, the time they spent together had worked, and they now had a very good understanding of one another. Hannah felt they had a deep connection and could work together in the future. He took one final meeting with Gwen where he agreed to endorse the competition and send a team to represent his competition. Hannah walked him to the gates of the city, where she looked into his eyes and leaned in for a kiss.

“I can’t believe you are so wonderful,” he said with a smile.

“Well, it took me a while to get here,” Hannah replied. “But you can thank Frank. From the beginning, he told me how wonderful this world could be and never stopped trying to show it to me.”

“Frank is a special and unique man,” Lord Dugal agreed.

“Yes, he is,” Hannah said. “It's why I love him. He shared his dream with me, and our kingdom is his dream come to life. It's my dream now to ensure he can live his, and be at his side through all of it.”

“You love him that much that his dream is yours?” he asked.

“Frank is the one who makes all this possible,” Hannah said. “He became my rock to keep me sane and showed me the joys of this world. He helped me become a princess and built me a home befitting my title. Then, he urged me to embrace the race I was and explore the delights it offered. You and I wouldn't have made love without Frank giving me his blessing and urging me to be my class.”

“Then I owe him my gratitude,” Lord Dugal said.

“You do,” Hannah agreed.

“Well, I have to go, but I will look forward to seeing you again,” he said.

Hannah leaned in and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him warmly before telling him not to wait too long. He left through the gate, but just outside was a man waiting to portal him home. He was gone a moment later, and Hannah returned to the castle, where Gwen waited in her private room.

“You did good,” Gwen said as Hannah entered.

“I hope so,” Hannah replied as she looked at the tall elf woman whose eyes were filled with power. “I really want our home to thrive, but I don't want to keep doing this to buy people's loyalty. “

“Then why are you doing it?” Gwen pressed.

Hannah shrugged and explained that she did it because she wanted to obey her master. She couldn't deny the thrill of doing something so outside her normal bounds just because Frank had told her to. Her entire body tingled when Frank gave her a command to perform her role as a sex slave.

“It makes me tingle as well,” Gwen agreed. “When Blackbast pairs me with a temple guest, and I know I will do anything he or she wishes. I have never known such a thrill.”

“Speaking of thrills,” Hannah said as she chewed on her lip. Despite having been with Lord Dugal for three says she hadn’t forgotten what her mother had said about them being intimate. “I have been thinking about what you said.”

“Oh, Hannah, we don’t have to talk about that,” Gwen said.

“We should kiss,” Hannah blurted, even as her mother tried to dodge the conversation.

“A kiss?” Gwen repeated as she began to blush. “Why a kiss?”

“Because it's simple, doesn't have to mean anything, and if we feel wrong, we can walk away from it without it haunting us,” Hannah said.

“That does sound logical,” Gwen said with a nod. “And I agree. It would be a good way to gauge how we feel.”

Hannah saw her look up with trepidation as the two stepped closer, clearly nervous about what they were about to do.

“So, are the tingles going?” Hannah asked.

“Oh yes,” Gwen said as she played with her hands. “My whole body is shaking.”

“This really isn’t a big thing,” Hannah said as her arms went around Gwen’s waist. “I mean, what’s the harm in it?”

“Just do it before I get too nervous,” Gwen insisted as they leaned in.

Hannah closed her eyes just before they made contact, and she felt the soft, tender bliss of Gwen's lips. Instantly, Hannah felt a knot grow in her stomach as a line was crossed, and the sense of taboo crawled across her heart. They nuzzled for a moment, then pulled apart, blushing as they looked away.

“Um, that was brief,” Gwen said before clearing her throat.

Hannah agreed, and as much as logic said they should leave it at that, she knew it wouldn't be enough. If they truly wanted to know how they felt, a little peck wouldn't be enough.

“I can tell you are thinking this through,” Gwen sighed.

“I don’t think that was enough,” Hannah admitted. “I pulled away by reflex, but…”

“You’re right,” Gwen groaned. “Shall we try again?”

Hannah nodded, and they stepped close, standing breast to breast as her heart threatened to beat free from her chest. Her rational mind assured her what she was doing was wrong, but something more primal growled from inside, urging her on. They leaned in, lips coming together, and bodies trembled in anticipation of what would follow. Hannah's hands shook as her lips parted, and she reached across to Gwen's tongue. A shock ran up her spine as they touched and began to dance, sending the fire inside into a raging inferno. Hannah melted, unable to think as her trembling hands grabbed at Gwen’s hips. Gwen responded by wrapping Hannah up, her hands searching Hannah’s back with a hungry lust.

Time became meaningless as the beast inside took over, and before Hannah knew what was happening, her hands were firmly around Gwen's rear. Gwen’s hands cupped Hannah's face, holding her fast as she kissed with hungry passion. Fire and sparks flew as Gwen's hands began to wander, and Hannah felt them reaching lower, and the fire grew brighter.

“Well, well, what have I walked into?” came a familiar voice.

Hannah and Gwen instantly flew apart, faces blushed as they turned to face a smiling Jaina leaning against the wall as if she had been there for hours.

“How did you get in here?” Hannah gasped as she straightened her dress.

“I have full authority to roam the halls,” Jaina replied as she approached them.

“She does?” Hannah balked as she turned to her mother.

“I gave her some authority,” Gwen admitted as she looked embarrassed. “She was tormenting me in bed and forced me to give her control.”

“Oh,” Hannah said as she turned to face the seductive woman. “And you were shocked to see me use sex for torture?”

“I never said I was shocked,” Jaina laughed.

“You never said you approved either,” Hannah remarked as she studied the woman.

“I didn’t think it needed to be said,” Jaina replied as she reached Hannah and put her arms around her. “But now I have you and Gwen in the palm of my hands. Imagine what Blackbast would think if I told her what I saw?”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Hannah remarked as she struggled not to smile.

“Of course, I wouldn't,” Jaina replied. “Your secret is safe with me, but I thought you two were dead set against being intimate?”

“We were,” Gwen said. “But this situation with Frank is becoming awkward. Maybe I should keep him away.”

“I don’t want you to do that,” Hannah sighed.

“But you don't like to be there when we are together,” Gwen argued. “I don't want to cause you distress, especially with your husband. If it makes things easier, we should just cut it off.”

“I wondered if this conversation was going to come up,” Jaina said as she faced the two women. “But I think you two should consider another point of view.”

“What point of view?” Hannah asked.

Jaina asked them to imagine how hot it would make Frank to them naked and pressed together, kissing as they had just been. Hannah tried to see the image, and it was electric as she imagined Frank being more aroused than he had ever been before. Gwen admitted he would probably burst into flames before he could undress and laughed at the notion.

“The poor boy would never recover,” Gwen said.

“So, don’t you want to share that moment with him?” Jaina pressed.

“I hadn't thought of it like that,” Hannah said as she gave it some consideration. It was a fun idea, but what if he walked in with Blackbast on his arm? She was often in his company and fully enjoyed being his wife, yet she had forbidden Hannah and Gwen to share intimacy.

“You’re worried about Blackbast,” Jaina said when she noted the look on Hannah’s face.

“Of course I am,” Hannah replied. “You weren’t there. She was very insistent that we never so much as hold hands.”

“Well, you should talk to her about the situation and admit you have reconsidered your stance,” Jaina said. “You don’t have to tell her what you have been doing in secret.”

“It was just the one kiss,” Gwen insisted. “We haven’t done anything else.”

Hannah explained how they wanted to test the waters and see how it felt. Jaina asked what the result was, and both women blushed again, admitting it had been surprising. Hannah tried to articulate how she was overcome by the tingling rush of the taboo and forbidden. Gwen shared the same sentiment and wondered if the slave collars were somehow making it easier.

“It could be,” Jaina agreed. “But they don’t change your mind, they only enhance what you already desire.”

“It’s being intimate with Frank that is changing things,” Gwen stated. “I just want to be sure this won’t become a matter of conflict between Hannah and I. If it ever does, I will step away and never go back.”

“That isn’t going to happen,” Hannah insisted. “How am I supposed to tell Frank he can’t sleep with you when I just spent three days in bed with a man who is effectively his rival?”

“Speaking of which, how did that go?” Jaina asked.

Hannah relayed the details of their encounter and how she learned he was a lot like Frank. He had a dream of building the perfect kingdom and being a great ruler of his player subjects. His dreams were dashed by the tyrannical rule of the north, and he fled south, seeking someplace where he could salvage some of his vision.

“That is just like Frank,” Jaina agreed.

“Many people who settle in the south did so to put as much distance between them and the north,” Gwen replied. “I would imagine most people in my position have a similar story.”

“Well, he is going to send a team and participate in our contest,” Hannah explained. “And he won't officially declare his support, but he assured me we have it. He will visit from time to time under the guise of personally inspecting what is going on.”

“You mean to see you again,” Jaina teased.

Hannah smiled and admitted that was likely true. She had a deeper appreciation for the man who didn't fear the North for what they could do to him. He feared it because he felt responsible for the players in his land. He wanted to protect them from Kevin's madness, and Hannah's kingdom was a risk to anyone too friendly to it.

“So he’s going to feign hostility to protect his ass,” Gwen clarified.

“Oh, he wants to change things as badly as we do, but he can't risk open cooperation,” Hannah insisted.

“Hannah, you have done amazingly well,” Jaina said. “I am so proud of you. You had me so worried when you flew off. I thought you were going to do something violent.”

“I was in a bad mood when I left you,” Hannah admitted. “I am so sick of our home being surrounded by enemies and people who hate us just for wanting to play normally. If all it’s going to take to win them to our cause is a little sex, then so be it.”

“Ha, she has truly matured,” Gwen laughed.

“Maybe,” Hannah agreed. “But I wish it didn't have to be this way.” She shook her head and looked to the windows, sighing as she thought of how much she wanted their home to be safe. She shared her feelings with the others, and Jaina took her hand, urging her to come with her. Hannah relented and parted from Gwen, who said they could try their kiss again later.

“You two may as well go find Frank and get it over with,” Jaina laughed as they headed for the magic door that would take them to the palace.

“I have no idea why I am suddenly so open to all this,” Hannah replied as they stepped into the hall of doors in Rajeen’s temple.

“Well, you are wearing a collar and playing a class that has been slowly easing you into being a slut,” Jaina replied. “But truth be told, they wouldn't have worked if you hadn't been at least a little open to the idea.”

Hannah smiled and admitted that she was a girl and, of course, she had fantasies. What girl didn't dream of doing wild and naughty things once in a while? Then, she was turned loose in a fantasy world where there were no repercussions for indulging those fantasies. Then she met Jaina, who showed her firsthand how exciting indulging those fantasies could be, and Frank began encouraging her to do so. She finally gave in and accepted that this was what she was now and would have fun doing so.

“That’s such good news,” Jaina said as she took Hannah’s hand and led her to the magic door that would take them to the rogues guild.

“Why are we going to the rogues tavern?” Hannah asked as she looked through the portal into the small room beyond.

“You have to see it to understand,” Jaina replied.

Hannah shrugged, and they stepped through, crossing half the city in a single step. Jaina took her along a back hall, passing a pair of rogues who smiled and nodded. Hannah could read their desires as both men wished the girls had come to play, but sadly, Jaina insisted their goal was the kitchen.

“What's so special about….” Hannah began as Jaina swung the door open and revealed the room beyond. Her words trailed off as she beheld the grand rustic kitchen with a massive wooden table covered in baked pies, cookies, and sweet rolls. The air was filled with cinnamon and sugar, cardamon and cedar smoke, and a dozen other aromas so pleasant and sweet Hannah could taste them. Gisley and Umtha were hard at work at a side table, rolling what appeared to be hundreds of cherries in a sticky sugary syrup. To her left were large arched windows, outside of which was a winter landscape of snow-covered pine trees and alpine slopes. A great fire burned in a hearth at the far side of the room where a dozen cakes baked on shelves set above it. Zillix lay curled in a ball on a silk pillow set on a stool before the blaze, basking in the warmth of the flames.

The entire scene was magical but the thing that caught her eye was the woman at the counter beside the heart. Chandice stood with her back to them, chopping something as she hummed a soft winter tune. She wore an apron over a black gown that was dashed with flour from hours of work.

Hannah went to speak, but Jaina put a finger over her lips to call her to silence. She leaned in and whispered in Hannah's ear that Chandice had missed her terribly. Hannah nodded and silently made her way across the room as Umtha looked up. Jaina waved to keep her quiet as Hannah silently slipped in behind Chandice and leaned in to kiss her ear.

Chandice whirrled about and their eyes met as her lips fell open in a surprised gasp. Hannah stepped in, pressing chest to chest as her arms wrapped around the woman, and they kissed. They hummed and swayed as Gisley cooed excitedly to see how much they loved one another. When the kiss finally parted Chandice was all smiles and wouldn’t let go of Hannah’s hands.

“I am so glad you’re here,” Chandice said. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Hannah admitted as she turned nervously. “I can’t believe how much I love you all.”

“Oh, Sweetheart,” Chandice cooed softly. “I can’t imagine my life without you.”

Hannah leaned in, and they resumed their kiss, tongues dancing as they swayed to a song only they could hear. When it finally parted, Hannah told them how successful her mission had been, then asked what exactly was going on. She was particularly interested in the snow outside the window and rolled her eyes when Chandice explained it was Zillix's doing.

“I should have guessed that,” Hannah said as she looked outside. “It’s beautiful.”

“It's a memory of happier times,” Chandice replied, explaining how they used a dream to share the image with Zillix. Hannah then joined her at the counter to see she was chopping dates and mixing them with an assortment of other fruits.

“So you’re doing all this cooking for the harem?” Hannah asked as she took up a knife to help chop.

“The masters refuse to let the girls wander freely, and everyone is a bit unhappy,” Chandice said. “So I thought I would retreat to a happy memory and do something I used to do with my grandmother.”

“Hmm,” Hannah replied while using her tail to rub Chandice’s side. “You are very sweet and loving. No wonder I love you. Can I help you with anything?”

Chandice said she could help chop and get trays ready for the over. Hannah fell right in, doing something normal for change as she kept glancing at the windows full of snow and magic. They talked about the plan to deliver the special treats to the harem, but Chandice wanted to make something special for Rajeen. She was at a loss as to what it would be but was sure something would come to mind soon.

Eventually, the cakes in the oven needed to come out, and Chandice went for the wooden paddle. Hannah stopped her and stepped right up to the fire, reaching in and taking the tray with her bare hands. Without a word of complaint, she lifted the burning hot tray and carried it to the table, setting it on a cooling stone.

“I forgot you were fireproof,” Chandice laughed and returned to chopping.

“Why don’t I handle the oven then,” Hannah offered before walking to the window to look outside. “This really is beautiful.”

“It is,” Chandice sighed. “I only got to spend a few weeks of my childhood there. My grandmother died when I was eleven, and my family sold the old house. I wish I could have spent one more week there.”

“I always did love the look of snow,” Hannah admitted. “But I hated the cold. I suppose that isn’t a big deal now because of naked defense, but this place is eternally summer.”

“Not for long,” Gisley giggled.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Hannah asked as she looked away from the window.

“Well, you remember the lunar conjunction a few weeks back,” Gisley said.

“Yeah, you said the land was going to be enchanted with fairy magic for a couple of weeks, but it was gone in a couple of days,” Hannah pointed out.

“I changed my mind,” Gisley said. “Quinny and I were talking, and we came up with a great idea. Now that the lovewood and her forest blend, we decided to do a winter-themed festival.”

“A winter theme?” Hannah asked.

“Yeah, so I saved the fairy power in my pond, and tonight I am going to use it,” Gisley replied.

“Did you know about this?” Hannah asked as she looked at Chandice.

“She likes to keep her secrets,” Chandice replied. “She told us she and Quinny were planning something special, but they wouldn’t say what it was.”

“So what is it?” Hannah asked as she watched the fairy woman glow with excitement.

“We are going to make it snow!” Gisley cried excitedly. “There will be a winter banquet at the elf village, and a sleigh rides across the whole forest. Evalynn added enchanted deer with colored antlers that you have to hunt, and there will be a snowman invasion from the mountains.”

“Wait, what?” Hannah laughed as she shook her head. “When did you two start planning all this?”

“Three days ago,” Chandice said. “You were gone, and this is what happens when your girls get bored.”

“You planned all this in three days?” Hannah balked.

“That's not even half of it,” Gisley replied. “There are the hidden gifts, the decorating the trees quest, the ice caves, the snowball fight, the dance and party in the ice castle, and so much more.”

“I am not shocked,” Hannah said dryly.

“You’re not?” Chandice asked.

“No, I have seen Quinny put a whole festival together in twenty-four hours. I am unsurprised that these two managed all this with three days to plan,” Hannah explained.

“Any sexy outfits this time?” Jaina pried as Gisley smiled mischievously.”

“Well, there is a sexy misses Santa outfit and a winter princess dress,” Gisley admitted.

“Yep, we are getting both,” Jaina said as she pointed to Hannah.

“I want the princess one,” Hannah stated. “You can be married to Santa.”

“Ha, I can't imagine Roric in a Santa suit,” Jaina giggled.

“Anything else we need to know?” Hannah asked as Gisley beamed with pride.

“Well, I did want to ask you if you could make it snow in the city,” Gisley replied. “You know, to help set the theme.”

“Can I make it snow?” Hannah asked as she looked at Jaina and Chandice, who had nothing to offer. She used her kingdom heart to look into her options and toggled to the weather. “Ok, our city is inside a temperate valley biome and limited to certain weather options. Hmm, how are you making it snow?”

“It's fairy magic,” Gisley replied. “I am enchanting the zone with an effect like snow. But it won't be freezing or melt like normal snow.”

“Can’t you just spread that out over the city?” Hannah questioned.

“It's too much territory to cover,” Gisley replied. “I could do it, but then the whole effect wouldn't last very long.”

“I see,” Hannah said as she looked across the options. “Well, I can pay points to change our valley to an alpine valley, then….” She opened the weather options and smiled to see that snow was indeed one of the options. However, it would be an actual weather change, meaning the temperature would be near freezing most of the day. She worried the city's gardens would wither in such cold and opted not to change it.

“I have a better idea,” Hannah said as she smiled. “But I will need Frank to make it work.”

“Ok,” Gisley said with a bright smile and returned to helping Umtha grate nutmeg and other spices to add to the fruit mix.

“So what’s your plan?” Chandice asked as Hannah and Jaina joined her at the table.

“Instead of freezing the whole city, why not make a few snow globes,” Hannah replied.

“How are you going to do that?” Chandice asked.

Hannah turned her head and looked at Zillix. “Oh, I have an idea or two.”