Shocked as she's in double trouble with the Amazonian futa's

There's a hint of nerves as the day of the Paladin's challenge nears, everything is sorted on the spiritual side of things, with the Paladin's transgressions reported and her god very much displeased. Thankfully, the day before the Paladin returns, two large and impressive beastkin arrive at the club, looking to speak to you and Trinity. You smile to yourself and make your way down to the club floor, heading towards one of the guest rooms you set aside for VIPs. When you see Trinity standing outside looking nervous, then you know you've come to the right one.

"Shall we?" You ask with a smile.

"Do I need to be here, Boss Lady? Can't you just talk to them?" Trinity asks, desperation thick in her voice, her wolf ears seem to have a droop to them.

"They requested both of us by name," You reply softly, offering your beastkin employee a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry, I don't think they mean us any harm, or they'd have just attacked the club," you add with a smile.

"I suppose," Trinity replies, her ears still down her eyes stay fixed on the floor, bar to steel the odd glance at your sizable tits.

You knock on the door and wait a few seconds before entering, where you see two tall and broad women sitting down. One with red braided hair enjoying a large tankard of what smells like strong spirits, whisky and vodka, if your nose was discerning correctly. The other with dark raven hair enjoying the pleasure of the pleasure of one of your succubi staff members between their legs, eagerly sucking a large cock while rapidly fingering them at the same time.

"Welcome to my club. I hope the refreshments are to your liking." You offer politely, giving the two warrior women a deep bow.

"Thoroughly," the raven-haired one groans, tightening their grip on the succubus' hair. "Even more so if this whore can take my knot in her mouth," She adds with a seductive growl.

"Oh, be as rough with me as you want, I don't break easily," The Sucubus, Melody, you believe judging by her voice and technique.

"Oh fuck, Nesta did you hear that?" The raven-haired beastkin calls out excitedly. "This place is the fucking best," she adds while pushing Melody's head deeper onto her cock causing her to start to **** and sputter around the invading mass of Amazonian futa cock.

"That's good to know, Helga, although their drinks are weak as shit," Nesta growls slamming down the tankard and letting out a sizable burp.

"I could have one of my alchemists whip you up something considerably stronger if you like," You offer with a smile. "In the meantime, try refilling your tankard with this," You continue, pulling a small hip flask from a hidden extradimensional pocket in your tight dress. "Just think of the drink as you pour and it'll handle the rest," You explain, handing the enchanted flask to Nesta, who takes it, eyeing the flask with some suspicion before undoing the cap and pouring a strong-smelling brown liquid into the tankard.

Nesta sniffs the drink in her tankard before nodding and knocking the drink back, gulping the contents down in seconds and slamming the tankard down."Now that's a fucking drink!" Nesta cheers. "You were right, Helga, this place is the best," she adds with a triumphant laugh, pouring more liquid from the flask.

Meanwhile, the sound of coughing and **** intensifies, making you turn your attention back to Helga and Melody. You turn around to see Melody's throat building obscenely as the sizable canine shaped cock forces its way deeper, her lips stretching as something red forces her mouth wide. After a few moments of struggling, the raven-haired woman lets out a satisfied and loud groan. You watch Melody's eyes water, and she chokes and sputters, for a moment, you worry for her wellbeing, until her eyes meet yours and you realise she's loving every second of it.

"Fuck there we go, now stay right there while mama empties her balls down your throat," Helga groans in a low sensual tone. From your angle you can make out each time the thick canine cock twitches from the outline of it in Melody's throat. The pulses are rapid, more so than your own, but show no signs of slowing, you can tell by Molly's expression the way her cheeks are blushing that she's getting a lot of cum fed to her.

"Well, now that you're both settled, I am Mistress Selene, the proprietress of this establishment you're both becoming enamoured with," You offer with a smile, "My employee, Trinity, I believe you may already know," You introduce.

"We do, we couldn't resist the chance to meet to lucky welp that got to plant her seed in Delightful Delilah and her Daughter Fiona's sweet gardens," Helga says cheerfully.

"Wait, you both don't hate me and want to beat me up for my crimes?" Trinity asks, looking up from the floor, ears picking up.

"Fuck no, we wanted to meet the you to see if the physical balls were as big as the ones needed to do that," Nesta confirms with an equally loud laugh. "We both hate Alf the Shaman, so full of himself, so self-important, but who does he come crawling to when he wants something done?"

"Too right sister, can't stand the cunt," Helga agrees. " You might not have the muscles, but I'll strike anyone down who says you don't have the balls to fit in with the best in our pack."

"I also hear that both Delilah and Fiona remember that night fondly and tell the little ones about you." Nesta continues with a smile.

"Well, maybe if this goes well, I can come back and visit them," Trinity replies with a smile.

"If you do and that shit, Alf tries to say anything, we'll hold him down and **** him to watch," Helga offers with a booming laugh.

"Yeah, that would teach him, all that reading and writing, nothing wolf-like about it, he might be the brother to our chief, but Alf is nothing compared to Astrid." Nesta spits. "He had no right claiming someone as fair as Delilah, using his Sister's name and accomplishments like they were his; the man deserves to be a cuck."

You glance over at Trinity, who gives you a shrug, and you can both tell the conversation has rifted into something far less pleasant. Trinity was all for the idea of getting to rut and breed the two women that led to her initial exile, but feels less ok with ritualistically humiliating Alf, despite being the one who pushed for her exile.

"Speaking of undesirables, is there anything either of you needs in preparation for tomorrow?" You offer with a smile. "I believe your challenger will be relying on the magic from their deity."

"It wouldn't be right for us to take anything unnatural when it comes to fighting," Nesta replies with a smile.

"Besides, we already outnumber her," Helga contributes as she strokes Melody's hair gently, causing the succubus to purr slightly.

"Yes, two champions, that's fairly unusual, is it not?" You ask with a smile.

"Downright unheard of, but every time we've tried to fight to see who's better, we end up tied," Nesta replies with a laugh.

"In more ways than one," Helga smiles.

"Oh wow, so you fight to a standstill and then fuck each other?" You ask, looking to Trinity to confirm.

"Yeah, that's pretty common with those sorts of matches to prove dominance, all that musk in the air, and normally the loser is the winner's prize," Trinity explains casually.

"Speaking of which, how is it, Mistress Selene, that you're still standing and not a puddle at our feet begging to service us?" Nesta asks curiously.

"Ah, magical resistances, takes a little prep but vital to keep a clear head," You reply with a smile.

"Well, you might want to share some with your staff next time, poor Trinity right on the edge," Helga laughs, blowing Trinity a kiss. "I'm a little tied up, pup, but I'm sure Nesta will happily take care of your urges if they get too much."

"So two strong champions, it must be intoxicating, almost make me jealous I have my wards up," You reply with a soft laugh, "How is it, Trinity?" You ask.

"I was fine for the first few minutes, but now I'm getting the jitters, Boss Lady," Trinity replies, "Just glad we haven't given them any Rutt weed," Trinity adds, taking a step back, her cheeks flushing bright red as she bites her lips.

"Rutt weed, what's that?" You ask with a smile as once more gears start to turn in your cunning mind.

"It's a rare herb that we imbibe before big events, really gets the scent glands going, and usually ends in an orgy," Nesta explains with a smile. "Although it has been some time since I last enjoyed some,"

"So it would overwhelm practically anyone?" You enquire with a wry smile.

"If you're angry enough, you might resist it for a few minutes, but eventually, unless you're producing more powerful stuff, you'll succumb." Helga grins.

"I have an extensive library of rare alchemy ingredients. If I happen to have some, would that the acceptable for you both to take before the match?" You enquire with a smile.

The two wolf beastkin share a glance with each other, a big wolflike smile spreading across their faces in unison. "Well, it's a natural herb," Helga muses out loud.

"Recapturing an Oath breaker would be cause for a celebration," Nesta agrees. "You are aware that if we do this, it won't be much of a fight?" Nesta questions.

"I have a feeling that with our usual crowd, that won't be an issue in the slightest," You reply with a grin.

"We're gonna have the bitch begging to submit just so we can breed her," Helga laughs

"Well then, I shall go check my stores and see you ladies tomorrow," You say with a polite bow. "If you need anything, just yell, one of my wonderful assistants will fetch what you require."

With that, you swiftly exit the VIP suite and make your way to the alchemical stores, hoping that your pathological need to take cuttings from every weird and wonderful plant you came across during your adventuring days wouldn't let you down. Fortunately, Trinity knows the plant, being one of the few things she memorised when she realised how valuable it would be if she stumbled across some. So, as you wander down the various aisles of your enchanted cupboard and greenhouse, you find the exact plant you need.

"Fuck me, that's a lot of Rutt weed," Trinity can't help but cry out when you open the storage drawer beneath the enchated terrarium it and a few other herbs were growing in. "If any of the tribes knew you had this, they might actually go to war for it," Trinity muses.

"Well, let's just take what we need for the champions to teach that jumped up paladin what she missed out on by running away," You say with a grin. "Also, whatever you need, to have some fun with that wife and daughter," You say with a smile.

"Really?!?!" Trinity asks in disbelief, "I was just gonna take some when you weren't looking, but this is so much better," Trinity says excitedly.

"I know you were, but I treat my staff well when they go above and beyond, and this is definitely one of those moments," You say softly, leaning in and kissing Trinity on the cheek.

"I might never wash this cheek again," Trinity stammers, her cock poking from her sheath.

"I suggest you might want to rethink that, as you might be much more than a kiss tomorrow if this goes as well as I think it will," You say seductively, gently caressing Trinity's face. "Now, if we have everything we need, we should go, I have work to do, and you have that to take care of," You coo, gesturing down to Trinity's canine cock which was now fully revealing and twitching up and down.

"Will do, Boss Lady," Trinity replies, running off towards the exit, the precum dripping from her cock leaving a glistening trail for you to follow to the exit.

With the preparations made and things, the odds are heavily stacked in your favour, as they should be if your opponent is foolish enough to give you time to prepare. You make your way back to your office and start reading your old research notes to see what you overlooked that Annabell was able to figure out. Now you know some of the theory and have seen it up close, you should have a good idea of how it's done and also if it can be refined beyond just being an effective battering ram against any contraceptive charms, potions or spells.

Annabell drops by, and you take her out for dinner at one of the better taverns, where they'll treat you both like any other customer, and you don't have to worry about work getting back to your sister. You knew you or Annabell would have to let her know soon, but for now, you're happy enough to enjoy time with your daughter, not worrying about Demonic intrigue or some religious power play. You talk about magic, Annabell's studies and what fields of magic she finds the most fascinating and what she hopes to do when she graduates, it feels nice just doing normal parenting things. Well as normal as you can get when Annabell starts discussing in detail of how the spell on her cock works and how she knew when she'd overwhelmed the protective spells of the Dwarf girls and it made her cum knowing her sperm had a free pass to breed.

The evening passes by before you can really notice its passing, and you head back to the club, leaving Annabell to go try and breed your newest hire again, while you head up to your office to read into the night before you can finally sleep. You enter a door that to anyone else leads to a tiny storage cupboard, but with your special key opens up a small pocket dimension where you can sleep soundly, safe from any would-be cultists and also from the noise and active buzz of the club itself. Two spectral spirits who look remarkably like you, Sister, massage your body until you quickly drift off to sleep, for tomorrow will be a big day.

It's around the early evening when Paladin Jillian turns up at the club, strangely enough, without a large entourage or clad in her usual resplendent armour or even armed at all as far as you can tell. Instead, she arrives wearing fairly plain modesty robes of a priestess on some sort of vow of poverty, which you suspect is to attempt to make her look like the underdog, so her supposed victory is that much more impressive. Although if anything, it's just made Helga and Nesta's job all the easier, since if the Paladin is hoping to summon her arms and armour, she might find herself in for a rude awakening. Especially if your plan goes as well as you'd hope.

You make your way into the club, heading to the VIP room to let the two Amazonian futas know that their prey has arrived. When you get close to the room they're occupying, you find the staff all giving it a wide berth, and as you step closer, you soon smell why. The air is thick with a heady musky aroma that makes your head spin and your knees weak, even through your mental defences you find your pussy getting wetter with each breath you take. You cast a higher grade of protective spell on yourself and knock on the door.

"You oathbreaker has arrived, so we'll be starting the event in about half an hour," You call through the door, not wishing to open it and risk being overwhelmed by the potent pheromones the two champions are producing. "We'll fetch you when it's time," You add, still feeling yourself growing dizzy. You feel your nipples hardening and desire to bend over something and get ravaged from behind before you push those thoughts away.

The moment you hear some sort of grunt of acknowledgement, you leave, making your way to where the event will take place and erecting some powerful wards that will blunt the effects of the pheromones for the crowd. Jillian, on the other hand, will have make lie in the bed she made for herself by running away all those years ago. With pheremones that potent thanks to the Rutt weed, even if your plan to alienate the Paladin from her god fails, she might still find herself succumbing to it.

Fortunately, you're able to complete the wards by the time the crowd starts filling up the seats, the club has the low buzz of many voices talking amongst themselves, eagerly awaiting the festivities. You make your way to the VIP box that you knew High Priest Markson would be observing from, lingering by the entranceway, not making your presence known to him. The box isn't one of the private ones rented out by individuals but rather a cluster of good seats with a private bar, the sort someone conducting business would use to impress or treat their guests. Or for someone who wants to keep a low profile because they have an image to maintain, but needs to see something done in person.

You watch Trixanna take to the stage, and start warming up the crowd as the event officially begins, both champions are already standing and waiting. Thanks to the scrying enchantments around the box, offering alternative angles, you get to see the smug look on Paladin Jillian's face drop when she sees who her opponents will be. The look of recognition, her eyes going wide, and fear dominating her face before she manages to regain composure. Although you don't need to be as perceptive as you are to tell her current stoic confidence is a front. Seeing Nesta and Helga has her worried, and that's before she's close enough to get a full appreciation of the surprise she's in for.

You look over in the High Priest's direction, his eyes meet yours, and he gives you an appreciative nod and smile, confident that you've more than come through for him with this.