Clearing your head and draining your balls with your favourite Green Employee

The trip back to the club is uneventful, but then up until meeting with your Sister, you didn't expect anyone to give you any hassle beyond a lecture that you would ignore if even acknowledge at all. The upper city is safe enough, the perfect picture of normal with the bustling markets as lively as ever, the more sanitised taverns busy with the sounds of singing and laughter spilling into the streets as the doors open. Even a priest giving a street sermon on the wickedness of temptation gives you a polite wave and a smile, despite being the subject of his sermon.

Still despite the peaceful journey, you can't help but feel a little uneasy about the idea that an arch demon has taken up a personal interest in you for something you might have inadvertently done to disrupt whatever abstract scheme they have. Demons can be fickle by their very nature, the more malevolent-orientated ones that tend to gravitate to power-grabbing especially so. So it wasn't entirely implausible that there is now a real and present threat to you, all down to some perceived sleight no matter how unintended it was.

You try to make plans about what you can do next, working on the assumption the threat is real and not just your Sister being overly cautious. However, you find yourself distracted by sweet memories of your Sister. You spent over a Century together adventuring, it took the first decades of slowly seducing your Sister for her to finally succumb to your taboo advances. Then so many wonderful nights over the many, many years together without being able to cross that final taboo line, there was always some important quest or danger preventing her from allowing your seed to take root. Although not for lack of trying on your part.

You spent a lot of time secretly hunting down any spell, ritual and alchemical formula to assist with your devious task of unravelling the protections on your Sister's body that kept your potent futa seed from claiming her womb. Sadly it was a task you weren't able to accomplish until after your journeying together came to an end, and when it came to your 300th birthday, your Sister didn't even have a protection spell for you to unravel. Instead putting her faith in you that you wouldn't jeopardise her or your own respected stations in Haven by breeding her.

Still, now your studies into all forms of magic around sex and fertility have been a huge boon to your club, and you have Annabell your precious Daughter the crown jewel of the many offspring you've had. However, as your memories drift to the many half-siblings Annabell has and the encounters that led to them, your mind is very much stuck on one track, your balls feeling heavy as you make your way through the entrance of your club. If you're going to think of anything else, you need to clear your head, luckily your club is just the place to do that.

"How was the council meeting, Mistress?" Chantelle asks with a nervous smile as you enter the club.

"I'm somehow the worst and best thing to happen to this city, since Magic," You reply with a confident smile.

For a moment you consider mentioning your Sister's warning to the young Enchantress, but she's still growing as an arcane practitioner as well as doing a lot of work for the club, both of which need her to keep her focus and not worry about you. Some sloppy spellwork going wrong at the worst possible moment could do much more damage to you and the club than any possible cult.

"Oh, so the usual then," Chantelle replies with a smile.

"I think half the time I get dragged in, it's to give the council an excuse to have their food and drinks paid for on the city's coin," You reply with a shrug. "By the way, Do you know if Rasha is in yet?" You ask with a smile.

"Yes, Mistress, she's down in the dungeon rooms checking out some of the new equipment," Chantelle replies cheerfully, any signs of her previous nervousness seemingly gone.

"Is she now, well perhaps I'll go see how she's getting on," You reply giving the young enchantress a wave as you start walking towards the lower level of the club.

"Have fun, Mistress," Chantelle replies with a giggle.

You pause for a moment and let out a small laugh. "Am I that obvious?" You reply with another laugh as you continue down the stairs to the lower levels of the clubs.

The lower levels are a mixture of storage and prep rooms for the various refreshments on offer in the club, the closest being the kitchens so as you descend the stairs you're greeted with the wonders smells of meats sizzling and vegetables being fried. You poke your head around the open doorway to see the elf twins frantically dashing between stations to check and make any adjustments to levitating utensils stirring and turning the food being cooked in pots and pans or adding in ingredients as they're ready, all under the heavy stare of the imposing figure of the orc head chef.

"Mistress," The head chef grunts in greeting, without taking his disapproving gaze from the elf twins darting around.

"Gorzack," You reply with a smile. "Everything going well?" You inquire politely, knowing better than to redirect the ire of the burly and battle-scarred chef by trying to complement the food aroma before it's complete and can be judged to his loft standards.

"Lexi and Bexi are adequate," Ghorzack replies gruffly, taking a moment to turn and face you with a nod.

"Hear that sister, Adequate," Lexi chirps up, while a knife becomes a blur in her delicate grip as she turns a board full of vegetables into their diced forms in the blink of an eye, faster than you might even replicate with any complex magical spell in your expansive library.

"High praise indeed, Sis," Bexi replies with a giggle as the other elf sprints down a line of pans, expertly flipping the contents, various cuts of meats frying onto their other side.

"Only Adequate," Ghorzack grunts harshly. "Don't let it go to your heads," He adds.

"To be fair, Adequate is an improvement of, what was it you called them the first day?" You reply with a smile. "Ah that was it, Fucking Shambolically poor excuses for cooks, that you'll take, not so they might learn, but lest they inadvertently procreate working with clientele upstairs and further curse the culinary world with more talentless fools," You recite.

The head chef lets out a small chuckle, the sound quite guttural and dismissive through his tusks, but you can tell from his eyes that there's a glimmer of pride in how far the two elves have come under his tutorage. "Maybe they've improved," Ghorzack replies. "Or maybe my standards have dropped so they can actually meet them," The chef adds with a smile.

Thankfully you know Ghorzack well enough that if he genuinely believed the twins shouldn't be cooking, they wouldn't be there, your presence is only just tolerated as the owner of the club. His harsh words and often creative insults were just how he was taught, Orc stature tended to mean they were often earmarked for more physically demanding jobs as an old cultural hang-up.

Very few Orcs ever aspire to cook, and those who did often were ridiculed among their own kin, and attempts were made to persuade them to consider a role deemed more honourable for Orc kind. The fact that Ghorzack endured all this and is still a chef is a testament to his passion for the culinary arts and also his fighting prowess since if he had lost any of those fights, he'd likely have been **** to do something else.

"Well I've distracted you long enough, keep up the good work, Bexi and Lexi," You say cheerfully, the two twins stop momentarily to give you a bow, even from different ends of the kitchen the elf pair manage it in unison. "Ghorzack, "You add giving the head chef a polite nod which he returns.

Moving away from the kitchen and its more pleasant aromas, you pass by some storage room, the alchemical storage room giving off a much less pleasant aroma which causes you to walk faster and towards the less functional, but more fun half of the lower levels of the club. Passing through a door that effectively separates the lower levels from Staff only to an area patrons can use, you're greeted by the familiar exotic scent enchantments coming from the wall sconces.

You make your way into the largest of the rooms, the main dungeon where some events that require the darker atmosphere or just fit the theme better are held. As you enter the dungeon the potent enchantments weaved into the very stones that make up the walls, floors and ceiling make the hairs on the back of your neck tingle with possibility.

The dungeon itself is actually a pocket dimension that with some time and a complex set of arcane instructions allows you to reshape, resize and remodel the space to fit any requirement for space and even partially fill the room with natural formations that fit the theme. Need an instant forest clearing complete with trees, done. A tropical mermaid lair, complete with deep pools of water, easy. A tall mountain top with a picturesque view of the sun setting, no problems. The pocket dimension is even capable of recreating themes of the very base elemental planes themselves, although the last time you tried that a background volcano started to erupt and fill the room with smoke and lava, so you tend to not push those functions.

The only real limitation of the pocket dimension is you need to supply your own furniture and equipment since the magic struggles to simulate something it feels shouldn't be present. When not active, the room settles into a darkened space with bright red curtains adorning the walls, making it the perfect backdrop for a sex dungeon. Currently, your attention is very much focused on the sight of Rasha bending down and rummaging through a large crate, her enticing rear wiggling side to like a fish lure daring you to take a bite.

"Oh, Mistress, I didn't hear you come in," Rasha giggles, when she straightens up, carrying a large bundle of ropes from the crate.

"You know me Rasha, sometimes I like to slip in unnoticed and enjoy the sights," You reply in a flirty tone. "Besides the door wasn't even on the latch," You add with a knowing smile.

"Oh, it wasn't?" Rashsa replies with a sensual smile. "Let me go fix that," Rasha continues, dropping the armful of ropes to the floor and walking over to the door, closing it and pulling the bolt across. "There we are, nice and secure," Rasha says, leaning against the door and licking her lips in a slow sensual manner.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were hoping I'd stop by," You reply in a teasing tone.

"Me, Mistress?" Rasha replies pretending to sound affronted by the suggestion. "I'm just down here, testing out these new magical restraints," She adds coyly.

"Well, then perhaps I can help you out with that," You offer in a flirty tone.

"Are you asking me to tie you up, Mistress?" Rasha asks hopefully.

"Oh but you're so much stronger than I am," You reply stepping forward and running a finger down Rasha's arm. "It'd be such a better test seeing if they can withstand your might," You purr, squeezing the Half-orc woman's arm playfully.

"Now there's a good idea," Rasha replies with a grin, her amber eyes looking at you hungrily. "How do you want me," Rasha asks in a husky tone.

"I'm thinking back against this wooden beam, arms tied above the head, and definitely going to need you naked," You suggest with a smile.

"Naked?" Rasha asks, raising a single eyebrow. "You wouldn't have any other motives at play, other than helping me out now, would you Mistress?" Rasha adds playfully as she begins to walk backwards toward the large wooden beam at the centre of the room.

"Well, would any misbehaving clientele still be allowed clothes, if they were brought down here for punishment?" You ask with a grin.

"No, I suppose they wouldn't," Rasha replies, as she begins to pull her shirt over her head, revealing her well-defined muscular abs before reaching the large swells of her green boobs, her nipples a dark verdant hue that stands out against her wonderful emerald green skin.

You can feel a heavy ache in your balls as your cock twitched impatiently in your underwear watching Rasha slowly undress, the shirt finally coming off over her head as she shakes her head, reaching back and sweeping her shoulder-length purple hair behind her. Rasha gives you a knowing smile as she slowly pulls down her pants, needlessly turning away and bending down to give you a long view of her sweet ass as she undresses. Finally, with a flirtatious smile, Rasha slowly backs up against the centre beam and reaches her hands above her head.

You smile as you quickly examine the various lengths of ropes before selecting one with a dual-layer enchantment, that will not only keep even Rasha's impressive might at bay but will make her body extra sensitive to your touch. You press your body against Rasha as you hold the rope up, you catch the scent of her fruity body oils that keep her Green skin so wonderfully soft. You whisper the two activation phrase seductively and the rope coils and wraps itself around Rasha's wrist tying itself off.

Rasha tries to pull against the restraints, lightly at first, but then with much more **** to ensure she's going nowhere, you watch the muscles in Rasha's body flex and contract as she gives it her best shot to break free before stopping. "Looks like this one's good at least, how about you untie me and we try one of the others?" Rasha asks with a smile.

"Untie you? But I've only just gotten you right where I want you," You reply with a flirty giggle as you wave your hands to undo the various clasps on your formal dress in place, the silky fabric sliding off your body, leaving you as naked as Rasha. "Besides this rope has an extra enchantment that we should test to see how effective it is," You reply with a smile.

"What over..." Rasha begins to ask before her question is drowned out with a moan as slides a single finger down her body. The enhanced sensitivity from the ropes amplifies the arousal of your light touch, causing Rasha's verdant nipples to harden.

You let out a soft giggle, before leaning your head down and taking one of the sexy half-orc's nipples between your lips and kissing it softly. Rasha let out a delightful squeal and moan of pleasure. You then place your entire palm flat against Rasha's muscular abs and lightly rub, causing Rasha to quiver and groan as pleasure from such a light touch drives her wild.

"So what do you think of the extra enchantment?" You ask with a giggle as you circle Rasha's other nipple with a finger before standing back.

"Fuck," Rasha pants heavily taking several deep breaths. "Yeah, I could have a lot of fun teasing someone like this," Rasha admits.

"Thankfully you can have the rope activate either enchantment independently as well as both at the same time," You reply with a soft laugh as you whisper one of the deactivation phrases and the rope stops making Rasha's body super sensitive. As much fun as it would be trying to take her while every thrust or movement makes her a quivering mess, you want her more alert for what you have planned next.

"That's good to know," Rasha replies with a smile. "So what now?" She asks with a big smile.

"I think we both know what's coming next," You reply with a smile, pressing yourself against Rasha's body, your rock-hard cock poking into her body as you look into Rasha's eyes.

"Well, I'm all tied up, completely at your mercy, Mistress," Rasha replies teasingly. "You could do anything you want to me right now," She adds licking her lips.

"Anything?" You reply with an evil smile, placing your hand on the half-orcs flat stomach with a knowing smile.

"Well almost anything," Rasha replies with a giggle. "Had a feeling we'd be doing this dance again soon, so paid to have a powerful protection charm from Priestess Alaya," Rasha adds with a smile. "So you can pump every last drop into me and it won't matter," Rasha continues to tease.

Unravelling any kind of spell has two approaches, the blunt brute **** where you focus your magical energy into countering any and all effects and putting vast amounts of power behind it to try and overload them. Then there's the more precisive approach, where you attempt to unravel and peel back the spell itself like untying a complex knot. Naturally the less you know about the spell the harder it is to unravel, but knowing what sort of spell it is and even better if you know who cast it and how they work makes it considerably easier.

Rasha is no stranger to this fact as it's come up more than a few times when you've been called in to reverse the ill effects of a potion or curse a patron has fallen foul of. So for Rasha to not only tell you about the spell but specifically who cast it, tells you all you need to know about just what sort of fun she's willing to have here. You wave your hand over the half-orcs body an arcane glow revealing the protection spell to you.

"It's a powerful protection spell, I'll admit," You say with a grin as you take your cock in hand and align yourself up with Rasha's dripping folds.

"Should keep that pesky and potent futa sperm at bay," Rasha replies with a grin, that melts into a moan as your cock slides effortlessly into Rasha's sweet silky pussy. "Wouldn't want Annabell to have yet another half-sister's birthday to remember," Rasha teases as she wraps her powerful legs around your back to bring her hips to the perfect angle for you to ravish her. Rasha knew bringing your precious Daughter up was a dangerous game to play, she didn't know why she was so precious to you, since that secret is even more closely guarded than Lady Angela being your Sister.

"Although, Priestess Alaya, still has a lot to learn," You reply, after taking a few moments to enjoy the hot wet embrace of Rasha's sweet sex squeezing your cock. "Because all I have to do is gently tug on the spell here," You continue reaching down your hand glowing with arcane energy as your magic lightly grips the very corner of the protection spell. "And it already starts to unravel slightly," You add with a wicked grin as you stop. The spell was still in place but much less stable than it was, as you begin to thrust in and out of Rasha's sweet sex.

"For a moment, Mistress, I thought you were going to dispel the protection spell," Rasha replies with a nervous smile. "I was worried my comment about Annabell might have gotten you too hot and bothered," She teases.

You smile and reach down and give the spell another gentle tug, loosening its grip on Rasha's body. "Keep pushing me, Rasha, and I might just do that," You reply sensually.

"Annabell is old enough to visit the club now isn't she?" Rasha asks teasingly between soft moans of pleasure as she tenses muscles, her slick channel squeezing your thick cock tightly.

"You know she is," You reply, picking up your pace, your heavy balls swigging pendulously into Rasha's body with each thrust.

"Well maybe we can arrange something special for her, a girls first time should be special after all," Rasha teases as she squeals in delight as she cums hard on your cock.

At this comment, you reach down and pull much harder on the protection spell, a shower of golden sparks flashing between your bodies as your magic attacks the protection spell. The protection spell, now looking less like one cast by a practised professional, but more like the fumbling first attempt by a horny apprentice moments before they have sex.

"Keep pushing me, Rasha," You warn, "I'm happy to give you the night off and spend the rest of the evening with you in my bed making sure the spell has failed," You growl, feeling that familiar pressure building in your core.

"So you don't want to hear about my idea, of taking Annabell back to your room, teaching her how to eat pussy, soaking your sheets so all you can smell on it is us," Rasha growls. "Maybe you catch us in the act," She adds. "Maybe we ask you to join in," She continues, "Does that sound like something you'd enjoy, Mistress?" Rasha teases dangerously. "Me and you, making your Daughter a woman?" She concludes with a smile.

With a growl, you reach down and give the protection spell one last pull, more golden sparks showering across as the spell comes apart in your hands just as you start to cum. You thrust yourself as deep as you can, pressing your body into Rasha's as your thick cock begins to throb and pulse. Your thick potent futa cum, boils up the length of your cock, before erupting deep inside Rasha's now unprotected pussy.

"Oh fuck, Mistress," Rasha groans as the feeling of your cum flooding her body drives her wild. "Fucking breed me," She begs as your cock pulses and unloads another thick rope of your powerful futa seed into Rasha.

You grab a hold of Rasha, holding onto the powerful Half-orcs body with all the strength you can, the tip of your erupting cock manages to press into Rasha's cervix, ensuring that every last drop of cum your balls can produce gets an express trip to her womb. You press your lips to Rasha's and start kissing the Half-Orc passionately as you continue to fill her. Rasha eagerly returns the kiss, basking in the pleasure she feels as she feels the warmth of your cum flooding her womb.

Once you are done cumming you realise you're far from done, you wave a hand at the rope above Rasha causing it to slacken as you throw yourself backwards bringing a surprised Rasha with you. Thankfully rather than hitting the cold floor of the Dungeon, you both fall through a portal you rapidly summon, the pair of you landing on your bed.

"I warned you, what would happen," You growl seductively.

"Is it really a warning, when you want it to happen?" Rasha giggles as she feels your cock already starting to harden inside of her.

You can't help but smile as you begin to create a message to Chantelle telling her Rasha has the night off and you're not to be disturbed all night, while the Half-orc woman rides you expertly.