When Antyny arrived at the harem with the newest concubine on his arm, Janessa couldn't decide whether she was nervous or horny. The mere sight of Antyny could drive her to distraction sometimes. She stared at the woman clinging to Antyny. Head of the Prince's Guard Gareth's family came from the neighboring country of Estrellia, and as such, he had the tan skin and dark hair typical of that kingdom. The woman Gareth had become was the same. But that was where the similarities ended.
"My beauties, meet your new harem sister, Greta," Antyny declared. He squeezed Greta's breasts, making her coo. Janessa felt a twinge of jealousy that she wasn't the one Antyny was groping. Her jealousy wasn't helped by just how busty Greta was. It seemed the large pecs Gareth had were transformed into beasts large enough to rival Janessa's. The height and bulk Gareth had were both gone, however. Greta was incredibly short and slender, completely free of the muscles she'd had as Gareth. Her curly dark hair fell halfway down her back and framed her round face. She fluttered her eyelashes at Antyny, eliciting a kiss and another squeeze of her breast from him.
"Welcome, Greta," Janessa said. As the head of the harem, she had to take charge. "We are happy to have another sister."
"I am happy to be here," Greta purred. Her voice was high and sweet, a far cry from Gareth's low growl. "Where is the powder room?"
"Janessa can show you around," Antyny said. He smiled at Borya and Francesca. "I have heard that Borya and Francesca have been missing my company as of late. I must tend to them."
"Of course, my King," Janessa cooed. "Come with me, Greta." Greta let go of Antyny's arm and followed Janessa into the harem's powder room. The moment the door closed, Greta scoffed loudly and fell onto one of the chairs in front of the mirrors the concubines used while getting ready.
"My Prince, I have no idea how you put up with him," she groaned. Janessa's jaw dropped. Greta smiled. "Surprised I know who you are and am not mindless like the women Antyny is currently fucking?" Sure enough, the sounds of Borya and Francesca's squeals of delight were already carrying into the powder room.
"Yes!" Janessa blurted out.
"You can thank Anya for both," Great replied. "When word spread of Antyny's favorite concubine, Anya figured out it was you very easily and quickly. Then we heard that Antyny had punished two of his men by turning them into concubines, and seemed eager to do it again. I volunteered to be captured and transformed. Before I left, Anya gave me a charm to make me immune to Antyny's wiles. She had a feeling he was using magic to keep his harem under control."
"She was right," Janessa murmured. "I am too enthralled by his manhood to leave."
"You feel you cannot escape yet?" Greta asked. Janessa shook her head. "That is fine. We can pass along information to the loyalists while Antyny fucks us silly." Greta cocked her head, smiling. "Or rather, fucks you silly." Janessa couldn't help but giggle. "I can pretend to enjoy sex with Antyny if it means I can help keep you safe."
"Thank you, Greta," Janessa said earnestly. Greta waved a hand airily.
"It is nothing. Merely a continuation of my duties. After all, I failed to protect you during the coup."
"Still. I am thankful." Janessa managed a cheeky smile of her own. "And it will be nice to have someone to talk to who is not airheaded like Borya and Francesca." Greta chuckled. She sat up straight.
"Oh! I have news for you!" she said urgently. Janessa sat down as well.
"What news have you?" she asked.
"It is news you will be most happy to hear."