Meanwhile... At the Sanctum Sanctorum.

“I’m going to get my revenge on that woman…” Sighed Stephen Strange, sitting on a stool in front of a little blue skinned draenei girl in a green sundress sitting in his cushioned chair at his sanctorum. Pulling on latex gloves and placing a stethoscope around his neck, the man gave the young succubus a physical. “Alright now, open your mouth and say ah.”

Leaning forward, the young draenei opened her mouth and let her tongue out while Dr. Strange used a popsicle stick to check her tonsils, her eyes darting between Dr. Strange and her mother, who in turn leered back at the Doctor with some hunger in her golden eyes. Nodding, he brought the stethoscope to her chest, checking her pulse and heartbeat. “Mmm Hmm, so what is your name again?”

“Cindy; I’m one of the Mistress’s granddaughters.”

“Right… ONE of.” Scribbling some notes on a floating note pad by his left, Stephen Strange looked out the door to his make-shift clinic to look out into the lobby to find over a dozen draenei waiting for their appointment with him. Some were there for a weekly check up, others were there for an education, and at least two were there for a maternity check up. In the span of just a couple of months, the Sorcerer Supreme had been reduced to a family doctor to a race of blue skinned demon people. So far in the last week he had done more health check ups than spells in the last year. “There we go sweetheart, you’ve got a clean bill of health, just stay away from peanuts for a while.”

Jumping off the seat, the little ten-year-old hugged the sorcerer on the leg before running out the door. “Thank you Doctor Strange!” Looking out the door he spotted her running to the other children who chattered while they waited for their appointment.

“You are very GOOD with children Dr. Strange, you are a kind man, yes?” Husked Cindy’s mother, eyeing the man with a leer and twirling a strand of silver hair around two of her fingers. Like the other adult draenei, she dressed provocatively with a short skirted red dress that exposed her legs, back and cleavage. Her tail sticking out the low ride of her dress which flicked back and forth like a cat’s tail.

“I’m just offering my services as per Mrs. Storm’s request.” He replied, putting his equipment back in his medical bag. “To be honest, it kind of reminds me of the good old days when…” Caught off guard, Cindy’s mother pressed him against the wall and gave him a smoldering kiss, her tongue darting into his mouth while her buxom chest pressed up against his robes. At some point he felt a delicate hand grab and squeeze at the bulge in his pants before she broke away. “The mistress has always told us to be GENEROUS to kind men. Maybe next time then, I be generous to you?” She purred, looking over her shoulder before sashaying back into the lobby with a deliberate sway to her hips, joining her young daughter in the lobby where they both took human form and left the sanctum.

“Now THAT never happened in the good old days, NEXT PATIENT PLEASE.” He called out, trying to hide the tent in his pants.

*

Floating on her back and idly paddling with her wings and tail in the building’s swimming pool, Susan Storm sighed with a smile, relaxing in the cool water. Her athletic and curvaceous body kept itself afloat in the gently waving pool while her long silver hair flowed behind her in the current. Opening her eyes and letting go of the breath she was holding, Susan Storm sank into the water and swam her way to the shallow end where she pulled herself out of the water, her H cup breasts heaving with rivulets of water dripping off their slopes when she stepped out of the pool and rung out her long silver hair to dry. Pulling a towel free from the rack, Susan dried herself off, starting off with wiping her long, toned legs, then to her flaring hips and long prehensile tail. Patting her flat, narrow stomach and ample chest down, she finished with her arms and neck and face. Seeing to it her sky-blue skin was completely dry.

Flapping her feathered wings to rustle the moisture off, she wiped her six horns individually and wrapped the towel around her body, the hem just barely keeping her sensitive areas from being exposed.

“Thanks for the meal boys, same time tomorrow?” She purred, looking back at the three male draenei hanging off the edges of the pool, exhausted after satisfying their Mistress for over an hour of intense underwater sex. Getting a tired wave from one of them before he lowered his head, Susan smiled back and sauntered out of the enclosed pool, not bothering to put anything on save for the towel she wore. This had become routine for her in the last few days since she returned with Jen from the savage lands. She had decided never to ignore the desires of her friends or escorts ever again, including herself. Ever since then she had been sampling the incubi of her escort service, curbing her ravenous sexual appetites with the only ones who could keep up with her; her own kind. She tried not to play favorites with her incubi, simply dragging any random male that caught her eye with her when she came down from her office for a private session. And with how loudly she would moan or scream, that wasn’t very private at all.

Walking out into the lounge of her escort service, Susan stretched and sighed, looking over her draenei with almost motherly pride. Suzie had made some changes amongst her ‘staff’, after her return with Jen. She had declared that she wouldn’t ignore the desires of her escorts and friends any longer, and encouraged them to seek out what made them happy… It didn’t surprise her that many of them began to form couples almost soon after that.

Standing in the middle of the lounge with a hand at her exposed hip, she looked over to a couple at the couch, kissing like horny teenagers while she watched. Turning her horned head, she smirked at the sight of another couple chatting, the draenei succubus cradling a swollen middle while they discussed plans. The rest of her escorts either bowed in her presence or made offers to her as they passed by on their duties. Waving them off or returning a nod of acknowledgement. Seeing some of her escorts holding hands or making out together made the winged demoness smile from ear to ear. She figured there had to be at least eight or nine couples in her service and some of them had even become parents. Using some of their essence to accelerate their pregnancies right after conception, being too impatient to wait 9 months. The thought that she might now be a grandmother sent a shiver of arousal down her spine.

The place was slowly becoming crowded now that there were kids running around with their parents in tow. In almost no time at all her escort service had essentially become a community, with her as its defacto leader. And with how that community was starting to grow she wondered if maybe she’d have to expand her operation soon. She could just buy a larger property to accommodate them all, then again she could just as easily pack up and live the rest of her life on some coastal island, or the savage lands as some tribe of demon people, ruling with a gentle loving hand as their Queen or Chieftess. “Hmm… Queen Mother Susan Storm… I rather like the sound of that.” The idea grew in appeal in her as she fantasized sitting on a throne wearing a tribal bikini while incubi catered to her whims.

Distracted by her musings, a sharp beeping sound from her wristwatch caught her attention, looking down at the time, Susan freaked out. “Hmm? OH SHIT! My meeting’s in 15 minutes.” Looking around and clutching at her towel, Susan gracefully ran back to the pool change room to gather her belongings, scrambling to get her underwear on when she noticed the bin with her stuff had some items missing. “Where the hell’s my dress?” Sticking her horned head out of the changing room, Susan found three of her tribe’s children playing dress up with her blue business dress she took off to have a swim, the draenei girls posing and giggling until they caught Susan’s serious tone from the glass door.

“Hey! Give that back you three!”

Looking to each other and giggling louder, the three girls ran off with Susan in her underwear chasing them across the entire lounging area. The rest of the draenei trying to hold down their laughter at the sight of their Mistress chasing her three grand daughters all over the place.

“Come ON kids, I need that, don’t disobey me, your queen mother is getting angry… COME’ER YOU!”