Adult Stories by Omnixius
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The Jade Harem 1-16
🕑 Added 2025-05-06 02:28:33 +0000 UTCThe scene lasted for several minutes as Hannah and Umtha slid to their knees. Umtha was crying profusely as Hannah spoke to her, recalling memories of dancing, singing, and running through the trees.
“Umtha, I remember begging you to keep my secrets,” Hannah said as she stroked Umtha’s hair. “I remember how you cried and pleaded with me not to put such torment on you.”
“Do you remember why you asked her to do it?” Chandice asked.
“No,” Hannah replied as she felt a twinge of pain. “It’s hard to think clearly. All I know is it was very important she not tell me too much. I had to learn things in stages to build up to the truth.” She looked to Umtha as a tear ran down her cheek. “But I asked the woman I love to do a terrible thing. I am sorry.”
“You’re back!” Umtha said as she sniffed. “I thought I had lost you forever.”
“I am still me,” Hannah said as she smiled through fresh tears. “But now I remember you as you want me to. Oh, god, I remember that awful goblin beer you made me try.”
“It isn’t awful,” Umtha insisted. “Roogus is good.”
“It tastes like mud and tree bark,” Hannah scolded, then put a hand to her head as her world spun. “Oh, my head hurts. It's a flood of memories coming back so fast I can't focus.”
“Do you need healing?” Gwen asked as she came to Hannah’s side to take a hand.
“Can you even heal a sudden surge of lost memories?” Jaina asked.
“No, I just need time to process it all,” Hannah said. “I have a second life's worth of memories to remember and….” she paused and turned to Umtha. “We had a proper goblin wedding?”
“Yes!” Umtha cried as she jumped up for joy. “Oh, that was a wonderful night.”
“Do I want to know?” Roric asked with a twitch of his ears.
“Nope,” Frank replied. “Trust me, it’s as bad as you can imagine.”
“Wow,” Chandice laughed. “Because I can imagine some really bad things.”
“Oh, help me up,” Hannah groaned as her world spun. Gwen held one arm while Umtha had the other, and together, they steadied Hannah on her feet. She swayed with every step while a flood of images and memories exploded in her head.
“No wonder I went insane,” Hannah groaned. “These memories don't come back gently. It's like trying to watch a wall of video screens, each playing something important, but the channels keep changing. I remember giving you the dress and teaching you the song.”
“Yes,” Umtha said as she bounced. “You were so upset that I had lost my evolved form. You said you would get it back for me no matter….”
“How long it took,” Hannah answered as she wobbled to Frank. “Oh, and by the way, you are in some of these.”
“I am?” Frank asked.
“Yes, and you have shorter arms,” Hannah protested. “So why the long, gangling arms?”
“It fits the build better?” Frank replied. “I happen to like them.”
“Well, I think your build would be better with shorter arms,” Hannah said as she poked him.
“Maybe it would have been better if she hadn't remembered all this,” Frank said.
“Oh, don’t you start with me,” Hannah said as she leaned on him for stability. “I will remember something you did and be mad at you for it all over again.”
“Yep, she’s got some memories back,” Breanne laughed.
“What else can you see?” Chandice asked.
“I see the holes,” Hannah replied. “Snippets of memories that are obviously missing parts. It's like watching a movie that keeps skipping. I can tell where parts are missing but can't willfully get to them. Oh, my head hurts. That woman was right. Now that I know they are there, I want to fill them in.”
“Have we finally made real progress?” Breanne asked as she clasped her hands.
“I think we broke Hannah,” Evalynn suggested.
“No, she’s better now!” Umtha insisted and clung to Hannah’s arm to support her.
“I don’t know if this is better,” Gwen said as she helped Hannah to a nearby couch.
“It's fine,” Hannah insisted. “I just need time to let it all sink in. Two separate lives are merging, and it's chaos in my head.” She blinked and looked at Umtha before asking where the woman's pink stockings went.
“Pink doesn’t look good on green skin,” Umtha insisted.
“I liked you in them,” Hannah insisted.
“No, I look silly,” Umtha insisted.
“I am going to agree that pink on her shade of green isn’t a good match,” Jaina said.
“Now my fashion sense is being criticized,” Hannah groaned as she leaned back. “Put me back to sleep.”
“If you think that will help, I will gladly put you back,” Blackbast said as she came to Hannah to rub a hand.
“I am just being silly,” Hannah said and shut her eyes. “Frank, why did you used to bring me red flowers all the time?”
“I don’t remember that,” Frank replied.
“He did it because he liked the color red for your hair,” Umtha answered for him. “He kept asking you to change to red hair and skin.”
“Ha and that’s exactly what he made her this time around,” Jaina laughed.
“I didn't even realize I was doing it,” Frank said, looking confused. “But I really do like your red look.”
“Can you see yourself?” Gisley asked. “Do you remember how you used to look?”
Hannah pressed her eyes tight, searching for a memory of who she was. She finally caught an image of herself in a mirror while trying to convince Umtha to wear lipstick. She told herself that, of course, this is what she looked like, as it mirrored the statue in the temple. But then her stomach turned as if believing this was who she was made her sick.
“Are you all right?” Breanne asked as Hannah's face reflected her rejection of the image.
“Sorry, I know exactly what I am supposed to look like,” Hannah replied as she fought through the odd sensation. “But for some reason, I feel unsettled for thinking it.”
Jaina asked why that would make Hannah unsettled, but she had no answer. She decided the best option was to show them by using her Lillim power to mirror the memory from her head.
The group looked on in amazement as Hannah's skin turned a soft grayish blue, and her hair went golden. Her eyes were white but had a devilish red slit. Her horns were metallic, starting near the back of her head and curling up to nearly touch two inches above. They almost appeared like an angelic halo, framing her head in their glory.
She wore red lips, matching nails, and a busty chest on a curvy frame. She stood from the couch and spun around as a long tail with a heart-shaped frill on the end followed her.
“This is how Hathlisora looks,” Umtha said as she pointed at Hannah. “This is her returned.”
“This is exactly how she looked when she put the crown on the first time,” Breanne said.
“Because this is who she is,” Umtha said.
“Hmm,” Hannah said as she looked at her hand. “I feel like this is right, but I don’t dare go around looking like this.”
“No, if just one person who knew who this was saw you, it would lead to terrible trouble,” Rajeen agreed.
“I like her like this,” Umtha insisted.
“And I like you in pink,” Hannah remarked.
“Ha, you’re not going to let that go,” Jaina laughed and defended Umtha once again. “But pink isn’t her color.”
“I need to clear my head,” Hannah insisted as she sank onto the couch. “But how do you stop this storm of thoughts?”
“I can think of a great way to take your mind off things,” Jaina said with a lick of her lips. “It's my feeding time anyway.”
“Ha,” Evalynn laughed. “Your feeding time is anytime a pretty girl wanders by.”
“I am surrounded by pretty girls,” Jaina reminded, then batted her eyes at Hannah. “Would you like me to take your mind off it?”
“I like your thinking,” Blackbast said as she turned to Frank. “But I believe it should be you and Umtha she distracts herself with. Why don't you three return to the palace or my temple and rekindle some of these memories?”
“But we are traveling,” Frank reminded her.
“I can run faster than you,” Blackbast reminded. “And I can pull the coach for a few hours while you and your wives share some private time.”
Hannah was thrilled when Frank agreed and joined Hannah and Umtha. With a single word, he turned into the tall, dark-haired man known as Prince Frank. Hannah cupped his face as she stared into those powerful eyes.
“I love you,” she whispered while her tail wrapped around Umtha and pulled her close. “And I love you she added with a soft smile.”
“Alright, stop making me jealous,” Jaina insisted as she began to pout. “Go be mushy in private.”
“They are very cute,” Evalynn agreed.
Frank led the way to the side of the coach and used a secret button to cause the external panel to slide open, revealing the magic door. With a single step, they were surrounded by guards who didn't react to their presence in the hidden room.
Hannah felt her heart beating as Frank suggested they go to the goblin fortress and use Umtha's royal bedroom. She spent the next two hours in the arms of her lovers, sharing everything she had to offer. The power of their union helped to settle Hannah's racing mind and put her in a hyper-relaxed state of bliss. She then cuddled Umtha in her arms as they lay on Frank's chest, talking.
Hannah found it much easier to organize her thoughts as Umtha guided her through memories. The goblin woman would remind her of some past event, triggering the memory clearly. Hannah recalled battling dragon knights over the goblin lands, teleporting from dragon to dragon to cut down their riders. She recalled the impact of a dragon's tail that threw her off and left her falling to crumple on the ground. Umtha was there to rescue her and carry her to safety, hiding her away while healing her wounds.
“Why were you fighting the dragon knights?” Frank asked as Hannah looked at her green emerald bracelet.
“I don’t remember,” Hannah replied. “But that must be how I lost my bracelet. That tail slap knocked me senseless. It must have fallen off in the impact.”
“The Dragon Knights hate you,” Umtha said as she lay on Hannah’s breasts. “I honestly don’t know why, but I am pretty sure you did something to anger them.”
“We have had this conversation before,” Hannah reminded them. “It had something to do with dragon eggs.”
“Like the one we found in the cave?” Frank asked.
“That wasn’t a real dragon egg,” Hannah replied as she considered if that strange egg had anything to do with it. She brought up the fact that there was a dragon skeleton in the caves and wondered if she could use her speak with the dead on it.
“If it's a spawn from the world, it won't have a spirit associate with it,” Frank suggested. “Like how world spawn bones wouldn't work to make your golems.”
“Hmm, I suppose that could be true,” Hannah agreed. “But that assumes the dragon wasn’t real.”
“It can’t have been a real dragon,” Frank insisted. “Umtha, you have been here before. Was there a dragon here?”
“A white one,” Umtha replied with a swish of her tail. “Her name was Azlamestra.”
“What? For real, there was a dragon here?” Hannah asked.
“I wouldn't lie to you,” Umtha replied. “I would lie to protect you, but I would never lie to you. She was very reclusive, but she never bothered the goblins. She didn't bother anybody. I always had the feeling she was very sad.”
“Wait,” Hannah said as she struggled to search her memories. “I don't have any memory of her, and those bones are in Hathlisora's claimed area. How could you know her and me not?”
“She died before you got here,” Umtha said. “I wasn't here at the time either. I had gone north to help with the fighting. When I returned, she was gone, and you had a base in the mountain. I always thought you had driven her off or killed her, but later, you started talking funny.”
“Funny how?” Frank asked as he leaned up.
“She kept talking about the dragons and the eggs,” Umtha replied. “Something about the dragon knights enslaving them for Kevin.”
“Kevin was enslaving dragons?” Hannah gasped. “Was he trying to replace the one I killed?”
“I don't know what he wanted them for,” Umtha said. “All I know is you were very driven to stop him. You wouldn't let me come with you on your missions. You said it was too dangerous, and you didn't want me to be hurt. You said our relationship made me a source of pressure that could be put on you.”
“That sounds like Kevin might have been harming your friends,” Frank suggested.
“As if I needed more reasons to dislike this man,” Hannah grumbled and put an arm around Umtha. “I have no memory of any dragon, but I feel angry when I think about Kevin and them. He was doing something cruel to them. I wonder if Jaina’s dragon could tell me what.”
“I am not sure he would talk to you,” Frank interjected. “Remember what Jaina said. He thinks you are so dangerous that he keeps encouraging them to flee as far away as possible.”
“That's another thing I would like to talk to him about,” Hannah quipped. “Maybe if I brought Jaina into a dream, he would be willing to talk to me.”
“You want to meet him in a sort of neutral ground?” Frank asked. “If you want to try that, I want to be with you.”
“I do too,” Umtha insisted.
“I will ask Jaina about it later,” Hannah said as she lay her head on Frank's shoulder and sighed. “I wish our lives could always be like this moment. Quiet, warm, and full of love.”
“It is like this a lot,” Frank replied.
“I suppose it is, but there is something bothering me,” Hannah said as she turned her head to meet his eyes. “I have memories of cheating on you.”
“Cheating on me, how?” Frank asked.
“Sleeping with other men,” Hannah said. “Some of the memories I have gotten back are with other people. I feel deep in my heart that I was in love with you, but I was promiscuous and slutty.”
“You were always a little wild,” Umtha said. “You said you had no idea it was like this and couldn’t get your fill.”
“I had no idea what was like this?” Hannah asked as she was startled by the strange comment.
“Sex,” Umtha replied. “I don’t know how to explain it, but you seemed shocked it was so good.”
“What? Was I a virgin or something?” Hannah balked.
“I don’t know,” Umtha said defensively. “You just really liked it and loved to have it. I think it was part of what got between you and Kevin. You once told me he had said he hated your nature and that he wanted to bring you to heel.”
“Actually, I remember that conversation,” Hannah said as she thought back. “We were standing in a hall full of open archways and planning to leave.”
“Yes, you said you were done with him,” Umtha replied.
“Right,” Hannah agreed. “I remember he was mad that I had slept with….” Hannah paused and turned her head to Frank. “You.”
“Me?” Frank said in surprise.
“Yes,” Heather said, wracking her brain to see the memory. “I had slept with you because I well and truly had fallen in love with you. Umtha and I were leaving to be where you had gone.”
“I love that you have all these memories back,” Umtha said excitedly.
“But, if I was married to Kevin, how had I fallen in love with Frank?” Hannah asked.
“You were never in love with Kevin,” Umtha insisted. “You told me your marriage was the biggest mistake of your life.”
“I remember that conversation too,” Hannah nodded. “It was around a campfire. There was another woman there. She seemed angry at me.”
“That was Iskathet,” Umtha said as she tensed. “She knew you and Frank were falling in love.”
“And Frank was already married to her,” Hannah added. “I remember now. I tried to talk to her and be her lover, but she didn't want me. She said I was a liar and a betrayer.”
“She felt you were betraying Kevin,” Umtha finished. “She always thought your desire to open a door home for the goblins and yourself was selfish. She said you would…”
“Risk anything to get what I wanted,” Hannah finished. “I have a memory of her spitting that in my face. “But she was referring to my desire to have Frank at the time.”
“This sounds complicated,” Frank sighed. “And I have no memory of any of this. It's so frustrating not to understand why any of this happened.”
“Oh, Frank,” Hannah said before kissing his cheek. “It sounds like I am the bad one. I probably used seductions on you to manipulate your affections and get what I wanted.”
“You didn’t have seductions,” Umtha said. “You didn’t go down the succubus path. You were all physical combat back then.”
“Hmm,” Hannah replied, drumming a hand on Frank's chest. “So I am a liar, a harlot, a betrayer, and a manipulator. I left my husband, stole Frank from his wife, and then cheated on him prolifically.”
“No, you didn't do any of that,” Umtha argued and sat up to stare Hannah in the eyes. “Frank came after you only because Kevin treated you so badly. He tried to convince Iskathet to give you a chance, but she liked Kevin more than Frank and wouldn't tolerate it.”
“She wasn’t into the whole poly thing then?” Hannah asked.
“No, she loved it, but not you,” Umtha said. “She had some deeper issues with you specifically. I once heard her say you would upset the balance in your mad quest.”
“Who was she speaking to?” Frank asked.
“A paladin knight named Mathius,” Umtha answered. “The funny thing is she loved the necromancers. She said Hannah was just using them to get what she wanted. She believed their being involved in the war was her fault.”
“Wow, maybe Jaina’s dragon is right,” Hannah said as she shrank inward. “I really do sow chaos wherever I go.”
“How do we know Iskathet so well?” Frank asked.
“She used to travel with you,” Umtha replied. “You, her, Hannah, and a dozen others used to be regular companions of Kevin on his early adventures.”
“I find it hard to believe that a man who hated monster players so much used to travel with two ghouls,” Hannah remarked.
“I wasn't there to see it, but Frank once told me that Kevin used Frank and Iskathet as shock troops,” Umtha replied. “They could summon other undead and swarm targets while the rest of you did real damage. But then Frank got strong and started doing more damage than even Kevin.”
“Hmm, maybe that’s why I fell for him,” Hannah laughed. “I must like strong men.”
“No,” Umtha said as her hand caressed Hannah’s stomach. “You told me why you liked him.”
“I remember,” Hannah sighed as she recalled the memory. “He cared. He cared enough to put my needs above his. He cared enough to make sacrifices for my well-being. He cared when Kevin kept telling me to give up and accept things as they were.” Hannah then made a face and turned to Frank. “I also remember that you had a tendency to be right about everything. It used to make me so mad.”
“Ha, you did get mad at him a lot,” Umtha laughed.
“You can’t be mad at me for something I did in a previous life,” Frank argued.
“I can be mad at you for something I think you might do in a future life,” Hannah retorted. “I am a woman. It's my right to be angry for no reason at all.”
“See, this is why I think girls are weird,” Frank said.
“Says the man who encourages me to be a slut,” Hannah remarked, then paused. “I wonder if that was happening before? Could you have been encouraging me to be so… wild?”
“Hannah, I guess I have some odd fantasies, but to be honest, I am doing that now because of the danger,” Frank said. “I love the harem idea, and having all the girls, but if we weren't facing annihilation by an army of high-level players, I wouldn't do this. I would keep you and all my girls to myself and spend all day holding you.”
Hannah smiled as she felt better, then suddenly bolted up in panic. She pleaded with Frank to tell her if her activities were hurting him. She needed to know if what she was doing was in any way causing him harm.
“No,” Frank assured her. “I am fine with it for now, but I do want it to end eventually.”
“The moment you do, I will stop,” Hannah assured him. “I would give up anything to make you happy. I would reset and become whatever you wanted me to be.”
“You already have,” Frank said. “I may not remember the red flowers, but I love the red look. And I find slutty girls to be hyper-attractive. The more experienced you become, the more I love knowing you are mine.”
“Hmm,” Hannah said as she rolled to his chest to look down into his eyes. “So you are the one in a million man who has a slut fetish?”
“It’s not that rare,” Frank insisted.
“Please,” Hannah said as she rolled her eyes. “All men love slutty girls, but they only want to use them. None of them want to marry them and brag how slutty their wife is.”
“Why not?” Umtha asked
Hannah laughed as she remembered that Umtha's culture was very different. She explained to Umtha how, on earth, it was considered disloyal for a wife to sleep with anyone other than her husband. It happened all the time, but it often resulted in the end of the relationship. It was a small minority of people who didn't mind sharing their wives or even allowing them to be slutty. But even that was often done in secret because of the stigma associated with it.
“Your culture is strange,” Umtha said. “I like mine better.”
“I like your's better, too,” Frank agreed.
“Oh god,” Hannah sighed. “Why is everyone so open to this lifestyle?”
“I think it's because most people here are gamers, nerds, and people who spend a lot of time imagining things,” Frank explained. “We grew up on fantasies, then started reading, writing, and watching them. I bet nearly everyone here has some spicy fanfic hidden somewhere. I used to love watching harem anime and imagining what my life would be like if I had girls like that. Then I came here, and I dreamed about it happening.”
“But you are playing the only race-based class that isn't good at keeping slaves,” Hannah protested.
“I know,” Frank said as he put a hand over the back of her head. He rubbed her scalp as he cradled her head to his shoulder. “I wanted to be in this class because I was afraid of rejection. I may have had the dreams, but I never believed for a moment they could come true. Now I have my harem with my red succubus queen, and I have never been so happy in my life.”
“Oh, Frank,” Hannah cooed. “I am sorry I was so unnerved by your appearance in the beginning.”
“That's what it was supposed to do,” Frank said. “But you saw through it somehow and found your way to me.”
“Anybody who spent a few weeks with you would see the amazing man inside,” Hannah replied.
“This is why you fell in love with him,” Umtha insisted. “You saw in him a good man.”
“I can see that,” Hannah said as she lifted a hand to trace Umtha’s spine. “But getting back to what you just said. Now that you do have the harem, would you change anything?”
“You mean if I reset, would I do it differently?” Frank asked.
Hannah nodded, and Frank admitted that he probably would. He loved the ghoul and could certainly change the appearance, but the slave path it offered would always be the same. His girls would be batteries to be drained in combat, augmenting his power. Hannah told him she didn't care, but he insisted he did. He would rather have a class that was beneficial to the girls themselves.
“See, he cares,” Umtha pointed out. “He wouldn’t use you for his own power even if he needed to.”
“Well, considering what we are up against, it might not be a bad option,” Hannah argued, then looked up when there was a knock at the door. Frank called to ask who it was, and it slowly opened to reveal a very sad Quinny standing beside Breanne.
“Would it be alright if we joined you?” Quinny asked nervously.
Hannah could see she was hurt to be left out and quickly held her arms out, beckoning the girl to the bed. Quinny rushed to Hannah's embrace and was greeted with a kiss before Hannah assured her she was always welcome in her arms. Breanne joined the bed more confidently, going to Frank's arms as she smiled and asked if she could satisfy him.
“You two are always welcome to join me for anything,” Hannah insisted.
“Blackbast insisted we give you three a couple of hours alone,” Breanne replied. “Jaina isn’t very happy about it either. She wanted to be the one to take your mind off things.”
“They are always welcome, too,” Hannah insisted. “I doubt Frank will mind another three women in his bed.”
“Sometimes it’s nice to be with my girls,” Frank said. “I like to feel that you four are mine.”
“Us four?” Hannah questioned. “Aren’t you leaving out the other two?”
“What other two?” Frank asked in confusion.
“Blackbast and Gwen,” Hannah said as Frank frowned at her.
“I left Blackbast out because she wasn’t here, and Gwen isn’t one of my wives,” he replied.
“Uh, huh,” Hannah said as she poked his chest. “She may as well be considering how often you two make love.”
“She and I get along because of you,” Frank said. “And she is starting to feel guilty about it. She says we should keep our distance because she doesn’t want to upset you.”
Hannah smiled that her mother was trying to protect her, but it was a little late to be so reserved. Not only had she made love to Frank dozens of times, but she and Hannah had a moment of heat that left Hannah's head spinning. She squirmed and moved off of Frank so Breanne could have his full attention.
“That is very kind of her, but I'm not upset about it,” Hannah said while taking Quinny and Umtha by the hand. “Why don't I take my little dark angels so you and your wife can spend time together?”
“We are leaving?” Quinny asked in a sad tone.
“No, my little plaything,” Hannah replied with a devilish smile. “I am just taking you to the side to play with you.”
“Oh,” Quinny replied as he smiled back. “I like it when you play with us.”
“Then come my beauties,” Hannah beckoned, taking them from the bed to a nearby couch. “I have such dark delights to share with you.” She loved the sound of their giggles as they ran to her web and were swallowed up by her desires. They made love slowly and passionately while Frank and Breanne were more aggressive and powerful, shaking the bed as Breanne cried out.
It went on so long that she was surprised when they returned to find the sky was in the late evening position and the others had made camp near a little village. Blackbast had given them hours together, and Hannah was grateful. She found Blackbast and made her promise to be in bed later so she could thank her. Blackbast assured her she would be waiting and then reminded Hannah she needed to sing the lullaby.
Hannah ran off with a head full of memories and a heart yearning for the warm bed that awaited her return. Kevin and his cronies could try all they wanted to spoil her life, but it was in vain. So long as Hannah had Frank and her girls, she would always be surrounded by a love Kevin would never know.
