Jaina the Sex Slave Ch. 13

"I am surprised you don't know what that is," Evalynn laughed.

Jaina tried to put it around her neck, but it was far too long to be a necklace. Evalynn took it from her hand and wrapped it around Jaina's waist before clasping it at the side.

"Oh, it's a belly chain," Jaina said.

"And it looks good on you," Roric said approvingly. "I think we will leave it where it is."

Evalynn wrapped the collar around Jaina's neck, and the two shared a kiss as Evalynn recounted how hot it was to watch Jaina bound and helpless.

"You seem to like that sort of thing," Jaina said.

"It's one of her fantasies," Roric replied as he helped Evalynn with her armor. "One I intend to see she lives out as often as I can."

Evalynn blushed, and they continued to dress, then set off with the chest for camp. For the rest of the day and night, they stayed in the tent and put the new bed to use. Roric took both women several times and put Evalynn's silken lips to use, savoring her tender caress. Finally, they fell asleep just before midnight, and together in bed, they slept soundly.

Jaina opened her eyes to gaze out the tent's door at a dark forest full of mystery. She guessed it was around two or three in the morning and slowly climbed out of bed. A cool breeze was rustling the trees, so she wanted to stand in the doorway to enjoy its caress. It felt wonderful across her naked body, and for just a moment, she let her hands wander. It had been a wonderful experience being bound by those two spriggans, and she hoped Roric really did mean to take her back.

With a deep breath, she listened to the wind but heard something soft and strange. It danced on the wind like a song sung by an angel and seemed strangely familiar. Something tugged at her heart and urged her to seek out this singer, but her mind was filled with doubt. She wondered if it was some kind of monster like a siren who sang to men to lure them to their doom. Or maybe it was Alexandria, working at another ploy to get Jaina alone so she could trap her.

The song continued in distant airy tones, and Jaina looked back to the others as she considered waking them up.

"No, they need their sleep," Jaina said and leaned out of the tent to look around. "I will just go as far as the stream," she assured herself and crept into the open under a gloriously full blue moon. The whole of the forest appeared magical under this light, and Jaina felt almost immediately at ease. She listened for the sound on the wind and began to creep along to find the source.

She reached the stream and looked about to see the moonlight rippling on the water. All through the forest, beams of moonlight through the leaves creating sparkling rays. Jaina was so overcome by the beauty of this moment she hadn't realized she was following the stream.

She had no idea how far she walked, but the singing was becoming louder. It wasn't a song of words but more a harmony of emotion. It tugged at her heart and made her desire to meet this enchanting creature that could sing like a choir of angels.

The stream opened up into a vast pool ringed by cut stones with an arch at one end where the water flowed out. The moonlight lit up the whole space, bathing the scene in star-filled magic. Jaina crept up to a tree near the edge and looked out to see the beautiful singer.

She was barefoot and wearing only a thin cord at her waist, holding up a silver cloth that reached to her knees. Her ample breasts were bare as her purple skin glistened in the moonlight. She had long curly hair that almost looked pink in the blue light of the moon. Her face was so perfectly sculpted with a youthful innocence that Jain felt a longing to kiss the woman. But what really got her heart racing was the pair of magical butterfly wings. She fluttered over the water's surface on wings full of black and blue swirls over a rich royal purple backdrop. Everywhere she went, she trailed a silver glitter from her wings that drifted in the wind in playful spirals. The beats of those wings were a song of their own, but the one she was actually singing was powerfully beautiful.

Jaina gaped in awe at the beautiful sight as she realized who this was.

"Gisley!" Jaina cried in shock, startling the fluttering singer.

"Jaina!" Gisley cried and covered her mouth. "What are you doing here?"

"Roric is camping in the woods," Jaina said. "I heard your song, and I had to come to see who it was."

"Jaina, you shouldn't be here," Gisley said with an upset voice as she fluttered closer.

"You are so beautiful," Jaina said as she looked at the woman whose eyes were sparkling in the moonlight. Her little antenna were completely unfurled and twitching in nervousness as Gisley came close enough to touch.

"Please don't tell anyone," Gisley begged.

"Don't tell them what?" Jaina asked.

"About my wings," Gisley replied. "I come here to be alone and sing to the moonlight."

"Why would you do that?" Jaina asked as she fought the urge to reach out and touch her.

"Jaina, I am a lunar fairy. I am most powerful under the moonlight. But nobody knows what I am for sure, and it has to stay that way. People can't know what I am, especially Alexandria." Gisley's voice sounded desperate, so Jaina asked why it had to be a secret.

"Lunar fairies are emissaries of love," Gisley said. "When the moonlight strikes my wings, it produces magic dust that can be used to craft love potions or other items. If people knew what I was or that I even had wings, they would be after me night and day for the glitter. Please, you must promise me you won't tell anyone."

"How have you kept this a secret this long?" Jaina asked, amazed that nobody knew.

"Lunar fairies don't need to sleep, so I sneak out well after dark to sing and dance," Gisley said. "I go deep into the forest where people won't see me, well, at least not until today."

"But surely people wonder what you are?" Jaina insisted. "You're the only person with skin like yours and antenna on her head."

"There are lots of fairies," Gisley said with a smile. "But most of them are tricksters or do simple things like cause a frost. But Lunar fairies send people to sleep and fill their dreams with love and warmth. Anyone who hears my song while sleeping will dream of somebody they love. We are all about soothing the heart, bringing rest, and filling people's souls with beauty.

"I picked the wrong race," Jaina said with some disappointment.

"No, you didn't," Gisley said and made a light giggle that was so cute Jaina wanted to hug the delicate creature. "I love your race and how you can change appearance. I so admire the things you do and how you do them so happily. I wish I could be happy like you."

"Why can't you be happy?" Jaina asked, unable to believe such a lovely thing could have a worry in the world.

"I made a mistake," Gisley said and looked away shyly. "But please promise me you won't tell anyone about me or my hiding place?"

Jaina sighed to see how important this secret was to the girl. She wanted to question her about the mistake, but the pleading look in her eyes melted her heart.

"I have to tell Roric," Jaina said.

"Jaina, please no!" Gisley begged.

"Hear me out," Jaina replied. "He is my master, and I can't keep secrets from him. However, I will tell him how important it is to you that this is kept a secret. I am sure he will keep it for you."

"You love having a master?" Gisley asked as she fluttered closer.

"I honestly do," Jaina replied.

"And you like being a prostitute?" she pressed.

"Why do you keep asking me that?" Jaina asked. "Gisley, what aren't you telling me?"

"I can't," Gisley said as she fluttered a few steps away. "Please, Jaina, keep my secret, and one day I may sing for you."

Jaina went to respond, but she was suddenly bathed in Gisley's silver glitter. Her eyes felt heavy, and the world seemed to be one vast ocean where she gently rolled on the waves.

"Jaina?" Roric said with alarm in his voice as she opened her eyes to look up into his worried face. The morning sun was out, and the sky was a rich blue. Evalynn was standing by with a worried expression as well as Jaina slowly sat up.

"What happened?" Jaina asked.

"I was going to ask you that," Roric said. "We woke up, and you were gone. So I tracked you by sent. We found you lying here a half-mile from the camp.

Jaina looked around to see the little pond in her clearing and suddenly remembered.

"Gisley!" she cried and looked around. "Have you seen her?"

"The barmaid?" Roric asked in confusion.

"She was here last night," Jaina said as she struggled to make her memory work. "She was dancing on the water and singing such a lovely song. We spoke for a little bit then...." Jaina paused to try and remember what happened. "I think she put me to sleep."

"Gisley is the purple girl from the inn?" Evalynn asked.

"That's her," Jaina replied as she stood and felt a little wobbly. "I wish you had heard her song. It was so beautiful I wanted to cry." She stopped as her memories started to clear, and she remembered the butterfly wings making silver dust in the moonlight. She also remembered Gisley's plea not to tell anyone, and let out a deep sigh.

"Roric, there is something I need to tell you about Gisley, but she pleaded with me not to tell anyone. As my master and the holder of my heart, will you please keep this secret with me?"

"If it's that important, I will never utter it to anyone," he said and looked at Evalynn. "You will keep it too. Whatever it is, you will never share it."

"I swear on my heart I won't," Evalynn replied. "But can it really be that important?"

"I didn't think so," Jaina said and looked between them. "But it was to Gisley, and if it means that much to her, I wish to honor that." She then recounted the tale of the wings and the power they held under the moonlight. She told it with all the heart and emotion she could muster so they might glimpse the beauty she had seen last night. It was a tale full of songs and love and beautiful things. By the time Jaina was done, she longed to see that fluttering dance one more time.