The Jade harem 1-3

Jaina worried as she, Breanne, Umtha, and Hannah followed a castle guard to where the prisoner was being held in Gwen's castle. She wasn't sure what Hannah hoped to accomplish by questioning the man, but she was determined to do so. The problem was Hannah kept asking questions about what was and wasn't considered torture and how far she could go. Jaina reminded her a dozen times of what Gwen had said, but Hannah wouldn't be deterred. Jaina became so concerned she asked Breanne and Umtha to accompany them hoping they could be a voice of reason to the overly focused woman.

“You’re not going to hurt him, are you?” Umtha asked as they headed down a flight of stairs.

“I just want some answers,” Hannah replied.

“So do we, and that wasn’t an answer,” Breanne quipped. “You are dodging the question. Do you plan to torture this person?”

You can't torture people,” Jaina replied. “The visitors won't allow it. You can't torture, or in any way cause prolonged physical or emotional harm to someone. If you do and they deem you are enjoying it or doing it just to be cruel, you will be removed by the visitors.”

“What does that mean?” Hannah asked. “What does it mean to be removed?”

“Nobody knows,” Breanne replied. “You simply cease to be.”

“Maybe they send you home,” Umtha suggested with a shrug, but nobody seemed to agree with her. Jaina suggested that you were erased from the world for being too much of a nuisance.

“That's inconsistent,” Hannah replied.

What’s inconsistent about it?” Breanne asked.

“What the visitors choose to intervene in,” Hannah said. “They jump right in to deal with cruel players but do nothing about me breaking the sun. Isn't that important enough to warrant some attention?”

“That does seem inconsistent,” Breanne agreed. “But who can say how they think?”

“I would love to know why they allow Kevin to dictate how players can play in their world,” Hannah said. “Isn’t it cruel to enforce your insane will on others? Isn’t it cruel what they were doing to Lydia? Isn't it cruel that he encourages people to hunt monster players for the sole purpose of resetting them over and over until they give up? That doesn't seem consistent to me.”

“You have made your point,” Jaina cut in. “A lot of it doesn’t make sense, but those things can be considered part of the game, where delighting in torture is not.”

Hannah conceded the point, but Jaina was no less worried. Hannah was in one of her focused moods and nothing was going to deter her until she had gotten what she wanted. Jaina wished she knew what to say to snap her out of it, but where would she begin? Unfortunately, Hannah was right that the treatment of monster players was cruel, and it didn't make sense that the visitors ignored it. But what could anyone say in defense of it, and how far would Hannah go to find out?

The guard arrived at a thick wooden door where two guards stood at attention. The girls were informed that the prisoner was inside and chained to the wall. Jaina noted the odd smile that passed Hannah's lips to know the man was helpless as she asked him to open the door.

They stepped into a clean room with a soft bed, a small table, and a single chair. There was a window to let in sunlight, but it was high above, and the rest of the space was illuminated by a magical lamp. Just as the guard said, the prisoner was chained to the wall by his hands, forcing him to stand facing the door. He was a tall human with a lean, well-defined build. He had striking blond hair and almost metallic silver eyes with a golden stripe over one of them. He frowned as they came in but didn't move or say anything, even as Hannah approached with her tail lashing.

“So, you are part of the group that tried to kill us all and reset my girlfriend,” Hannah said in a voice that showed no anger.

“If you came for an apology, you’re not getting one,” he replied. “I was just doing a contract. It wasn’t personal, and I don’t harbor any animosity to you.”

“I didn’t want an apology,” Hannah cooed as she came to stand before him. “I just wanted to ask you where you got that contract.”

He smiled and shook his head as Hannah tilted hers to the side. “Look, I can't tell you that. If you go causing trouble, they will know it was me who told you. I just wanted to make a little gold. It's not like it was going to hurt anyone; you would have respawned.”

“You were helping them reset me!” Jaina shouted as she grew angry at his dismissive statement. He could pretend all he wanted that no harm would have been done, but she wasn’t going to let pretend a reset was harmless.

“I didn’t know that was what they were doing,” the man shot back. “The contract was to hunt a monster player. It didn’t say anything about the rest. I thought the goal was a simple kill and bounty.”

“Why would you take a bounty like that in the first place?” Jaina countered as she shook in anger.

“Why wouldn’t I?” he snapped back. “You’re just a monster player, and the pay was ridiculously high.”

“I am a player like you!” Jaina shouted. “I don’t deserve to lose all my progress because some asshole decides they want me to suffer.”

“It’s pointless to argue with some of these people about the moral implications of hunting a group of players to keep them powerless,” Breanne said. “He will always believe he is right because his side is the winning one. That’s all that matters.”

“Look, I don't go out of my way to hunt monster players,” the man replied. “But I'm not about to cry over it if one happens to get hurt. Besides, if you had seen the pay they were offering, you would have hunted her too.”

“People from your world can be very crude,” Umtha said as she frowned.

“It's not his fault,” Hannah cooed as she stepped back with a smile. Her long tail reached around and up so the tip could caress his cheek. “He's been told that monster players are bad, and he has no reason to believe otherwise. That's why we made our kingdom, to show people they are wrong.”

“This kingdom won't last a year,” the man laughed. “People are talking about it, and sooner or later, somebody is going to decide to do something about it.”

“You leave our homes alone!” Umtha shouted, but Hannah held up a hand to call them to calm.

“He's not threatening our homes,” Hannah said as she looked deeply into his eyes. “He's just part of the system, a tool used by those who threaten us. I don't think he's a bad person, but we do need to know who hired him. We need to know where he got that contract.”

“I told you, I can’t tell you that,” he replied.

Hannah nodded and turned her back on him, her hands going to the little straps of the yellow dress. With a playful flick, she slid them off her shoulders, then down her back until they bunched on her hips. The man's eyes watched in surprise as she pulled the dress down, bending over as she did so, and her rear was presented to him.

“What is she doing?” Umtha whispered.

“I’m not sure,” Breanne replied.

“She's seducing him,” Jaina said as she noticed the seductive smile skill being used. Now, it all made sense as she considered Hannah's strange behavior. Every step, move, and caress Hannah had used from the moment she entered the room had been a bombardment of seduction skills. Jaina had been so worried she hadn't noticed how hungry his eyes had become or how his hands clenched and flexed in anxiousness. There was a noticeable bulge in his pants that betrayed his desire as Hannah turned around with a shy bat of her eyes with arms covering her chest.

“I can’t believe how brilliant she is,” Jaina said as she watched Hannah perform for the man who couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“Is this going to work?” Breanne asked. “Aren’t hostile people extremely resistant?”

“To some of the skills,” Jaina replied so he wouldn’t hear. “But Hannah is laying them on thick. I doubt he can think straight.”

“He still won't answer her question,” Umtha pointed out.

“That's because he knows how much trouble it will cause him,” Jaina replied. “Seductions make you hungry and aroused, but he knows that to tell us will cost him.”

“So this is pointless?” Breanne asked.

Jaina was wondering that, too, as they watched Hannah flirt, asking the man if there was anything she could offer him in exchange for the information. Her arms came away as her glorious breasts fell before his eyes, causing him to gawk in lust.

“I can't,” the resisted and looked away. “Look, you're amazingly hot, but people will find out.”

“I see,” Hannah replied as a hand ran up and down his chest. She leaned in and planted a kiss on his neck that left behind a red impression of her lips. Her tail curled around one leg, the heart-shaped tip just barely caressing his crotch.

“Goodness she’s good that this,” Jaina said in surprise.

“She’s certainly better than I expected,” Breanne agreed.

The group gawked as Hannah pleaded with him to reconsider and offered him anything his heart desired for as long as he wanted. She leaned in, breasts planted firmly into his chest as she asked him to help them change people's minds about monster players.

“Sorry,” he said. “I just can’t”

“Then I am sorry too,” Hannah replied and leaned back. “But you are going to tell us.” Hannah’s voice was cold as she stepped back and put her hands on her hips. “You are going to tell my friends where you got that contract, who posted it, and any details about what it said.”

“Or what?” he laughed. “You going to torture me?”

“In a manner of speaking,” Hannah said as her hand cupped his groin. “I am going to give you the best blow job of your life.”

“Oh, no, please don’t,” he mocked as Hannah dropped to her knees and went for his belt.

“I am lost as to what she hopes to accomplish here?” Breanne said under her breath.

Jaina wasn't sure either as Hannah pulled open his pants to reveal a hard throbbing cock. She cradled it in one hand and ran her tongue along it before taking up a firm stroke. She looked up with a smile and promised him that he was about to have the most mind-blowing experience of his life. He mocked her and said he would consider telling her if she was good enough, but it might take a few tries to convince him.

“Oh, you're going to tell us everything,” Hannah cooed, holding the tip before her lips. “Because I am not stopping until you do.” She came down, her hot devil lips wrapping around his cock and sucking him in. Instantly, his head went back as he tensed, letting out a groan before saying how hot her tongue was.

The others were shocked as Hannah's head bobbed over his waist, sucking his cock like a whore. He joked that maybe monster players did have a use and asked if the others were going to take a turn trying to convince him to talk.

Jaina searched the scene for some hint as to what Hannah was up to, but all it looked like was sex. Hannah was doing just as she said and giving this man who attacked them a fantastic blow job. Jaina wanted to be angry, but something about the cold tone of Hannah's voice said there was something more going on. Hannah had a plan; they just needed to wait and see it evolve to understand.

“That's it,” the man urged. “Oh, you do know how to suck cock. If I had known this was how your land treated prisoners, I would have gotten arrested here long ago.” He tensed and flexed as Hannah worked at him with all her skills and powers. It went on for a minute, then two, then three, as the chained man began to shake. Jaina noted the tension in his face and how he worked his hips into Hannah's sucking. She wondered what was happening as the girls whispered behind her. Five minutes in, and the man was groaning and tugging at his wrists in a vain effort to get free.

“What are you doing?” he shouted somewhere past seven long minutes. He went to twist and pull his cock away, but Hannah had supernatural devil strength. She held his hips and wrapped her tail around his legs, pinning him in place as she continued to suck. Her lips never left his flesh, and every pass was punctuated by a soft hum as Hannah lavished him with pleasure.

“Oh, my god,” Jaina gasped as she realized what was happening. The others asked what she was thinking, so Jaina explained it. Hannah was torturing the man but in a clever twist of the rules. She was doing it by offering him endless pleasure while using her power to deny him the orgasm. Right now, he was at the very edge, every pass of Hannah's lips a torrent of sensation that his hungry body couldn't stand. He was screaming for an orgasm, but Hannah could deny it, keeping him in a sort of hyper-sensual limbo until she decided to release it. It could go on for hours if she wanted, a torment of pleasure that would never end. Jaina considered how Roric couldn't stand more than a few minutes of denial. This man had already been denied longer and had a desperate look in his eyes.

“Just stop!” he shouted and threw his head back. “Why can’t I cum?”

“She’s torturing him by denial?” Breanne asked. “Oh, that is clever.”

“She’s diabolical,” Jaina gasped with a new sense of appreciation and awe for Hannah’s power.

Fifteen minutes later, the man was begging Hannah to let him cum, promising never to bother her kingdom again, no matter how much money was offered. He shook from head to toe and hung limply from his wrist chains as Hannah's pace never slowed. He was near out of his mind with need, his body well past the point of no return, yet the orgasm he so badly desired would never come until he told them what they wanted to know.

Jaina was speechless as she realized that Hannah had weaponized her sexuality, using it as a tool to cheat the rules. She was torturing a man, but he had invited her to do so eagerly, thus cheating the system. There was nothing spiteful or cruel about it, just a woman giving a man what he desired. Of course, he never expected it to go on so long and not be able to orgasm the whole time, but that was semantics.

Twenty minutes in, the man finally buckled, giving them the name of a town, a player, and exact directions on how to find the guild. He even gave them the name of a woman who would know the contract poster complete with a detailed description and where to find her. His sweat-covered chest heaved for breath as he spit out the last words, and then his eyes rolled back. He let out a guttural moan as his entire body went taught then every pass of Hannah's lips caused him to cry out with yes.

As promised, Hannah allowed him to cum, and all that pent-up tension came pouring out. Hannah rewarded him by prolonging his orgasm, swallowing every drop until he finally collapsed, hanging by his wrists in exhaustion. With a smile, Hannah got up and picked up her yellow dress before leading the way out of the room, not even bothering to put it back on.

“That was amazing,” Umtha laughed. “You made him tell us everything.”

“I did,” Hannah agreed as she turned to look at Jaina. “So what do you think?”

“I don’t know what to think,” Jaina replied. “You turned your powers into a weapon of lust and sexual hunger.”

“Isn’t that what they are for?” Hannah asked. “I am a type of succubus. I am supposed to use my powers to entice men with sex so I can drain the life out of them.”

“You certainly drained him,” Breanne agreed.

“It’s one thing to use your powers for fun,” Jaina replied. “But that was something different.”

“It was brilliant,” Umtha said.

“See,” Hannah beamed in pride. “I don't see any reason why I should keep my powers on a leash. If people are going to keep coming after us and our homes, then I am going to use every power in my arsenal to the best effect I can.”

“Did you drain him of anything?” Umtha asked.

“A bit of strength so he couldn't fight me,” Hannah admitted. “Oh, and a lot of stamina. I wanted him so low that I had to keep feeding it back to him to keep him going.”

Jaina had to admit that how Hannah had used her powers was brilliant but she was concerned at how quickly the woman had mastered them. It was as if Hannah was born to this class and knew how to use its skills to devastating effect. She wanted to talk to Roric about it, but that would have to wait until later. For now, they had to report what they had learned to the masters, who would decide the next move. Now that they had names of people and places, some proper investigating could be done.

The meeting was pleasant as Hannah presented what she had gleaned from the prisoner. Gwen laughed when Quinny described how Hannah had coerced the man into telling them. The queen commended Hannah on her creative method of torture and then quipped that Hannah had used her head. That brought some laughs from the others and helped lighten the mood. It was agreed that the rogues guild would be asked to make an opening investigation and see what they could learn.

The girls were turned free, and Hannah took Jaina's hand to ask her to walk in the garden. Once they were safely in the palace gardens, Hannah' turned to Jaina and shared a long kiss.

“Now, there’s the Hannah I remember,” Jaina said as Hannah leaned back with worry in her eyes. “Sweetheart, is something the matter?”

Hannah paced a few steps as she seemed to be searching for a way to articulate her thoughts, She finally turned and admitted she had scared herself. In that moment, she was so overcome by a sense of power and desire that she felt perfectly relaxed sucking that man's cock. She loved doing it and wished it had gone on longer. She wished she had been the one chained to that wall and helpless to him and his desires.

“Oh,” Jaina said as she smiled. “Somebody loves a little bondage in her fantasies.”

“Jaina, please tell me I am normal,” Hannah insisted. “It frightens me how much I loved it. I keep telling myself that this isn’t me while also wanting to run back to that cell to suck him some more.”

“Is it him specifically you want?” Jaina asked.

“I don't know,” Hannah replied. “There was a tingling sensation inside to think I was pleasuring a man who was effectively an enemy. It's made me so horny, and that makes me confused.”

Jaina urged her to relax and explained that the tingling was all part of being a slave girl. It was a big reason why girls liked to sleep with bad boys and strangers because they triggered that tingling sensation. It was also why Jaina loved being a slave girl because the act of obeying triggered that sensation inside. Just knowing that Roric owned her made them flood her body and send her mind reeling.

“So you feel this too?” Hannah asked.

“Sweetheart, this sensation is what I live for,” Jaina laughed. “This is the drug that makes being a sex slave so enticing.”

“I see,” Hannah replied with a funny smile. “I guess I have been feeling it ever since Frank commanded me to take the succubus evolution.” She paused, reconsidered her statement, and admitted it had come much sooner. It started the day she met Jaina and her unique family and started to wonder if she would like to be like that.

“There is nothing wrong with being a slave girl,” Jaina assured her. “Provided it’s consensual and not like it is in the real world. I can’t even stomach considering the barbaric act of forcing that on someone.”

“I don't like to think of it either,” Hannah admitted. “sometimes I feel guilty though. I mean, I know it's a fantasy world, but it has such dark connotations.”

“Those don't apply here,” Jaina said and wrapped Hannah in a hug. “This is a completely different system with different rules that are actively and aggressively enforced by the watchers in the sky.”

“Which brings us back to our earlier conversation,” Hannah said in a shift. “Why are the visitors so aggressive about protecting people from some things but not others that are just as bad or worse?”

“Hannah, nobody knows,” Jaina pleaded. “If I had any clue, I would tell you, but please don't let this haunt you. You have too much to think about already.” She was grateful when Hannah agreed she was right and admitted she had a lot of things to work on. She was considering going back to her book to study the elaborate magic system whose complexity had caused Hannah to nearly black out. Jaina was worried that this was just as bad a path as the other but Hannah argued for it. She said that she kept turning away from things whenever they became too hard and it was time she stopped. If she wanted answers she was going to have to face some of these things head on, no matter how difficult it became.

“Do you really want the answers, though?” Jaina asked.

“Of course I do,” Hannah replied.

“But what if you just let it all go and embraced this new life,” Jaina suggested. “You could be Hannah and forget all about Hathlisora. You could be somebody completely new and free.”

“I have had this conversation with Frank a dozen times,” Hannah said. And we always arrive at the same answer. It doesn't matter how far I run or how much I ignore who I am; the danger associated with it still comes. I set something in motion in my past that is still moving, and willfully blinding myself to it only puts me and my loved ones in danger.”

Jaina hated to admit she was right, but what else could she do? Despite Hannah's best efforts to distance herself from her past, it kept rearing its ugly head and lashing out. Only by facing it and learning as much as she could would she be truly prepared for what might come.

“I don't understand why this life is so beautiful yet so complicated,” Jaina sighed. “I would give anything to just be able to be us and live in our harem having sexual adventures and fun.”

“I would too, but I have learned from experience that my problems won't just go away,” Hannah said. “Besides, I can't be Hannah without wearing Hathlisora's crown. The succubus class is a gift from my alter ego, and I was meant to have it to prepare for what's coming.”

“Right,” Jaina sighed as she realized there was no separating Hannah from Hathlisora. No matter how she wished, there would be no Hannah, Lovewood, or Paradise City without the crown that made Princess Hannah what she was.

“So what should we do?” Jaina asked as she turned to lean on a tree.

“Well,” Hannah said as she considered her options. “Is our visitor still at the castle?”

“Yeah, at least he was this morning,” Jaina answered.

Hannah nodded as she walked to the rail and looked over the city she and Frank had built. “Then I think it’s time he and I had a talk in private,” she said. “It’s time I do what Frank said. Embrace being a Lilim and use my powers to protect my home and the people in it.”

“Hannah, what are you planning to do?” Jaina asked as the devilish woman suddenly sprouted bat wings and spread them wide.

“Solve a problem,” Hannah said as she beat her wings and took to the sky. “The way I was always meant to.”

Jaina watched her fly off and worried that something was wrong. Hannah had gone from a girl who was shy about expressing her sexuality to a woman who blazed with erotic power in far too short a time. She only hoped that fire didn’t burn Hannah out and leave her smoldering with regrets that would haunt her for the rest of time.