Various patrons having a good time and a prince bitting off more than he can handle

You look out at the club floor from the balcony of your private corner, seeing various club patrons drinking, betting and fucking giving the club that sweet cacophony of drunken laughter, cheers and groans of dismay as gold is won and lost, punctuated with moans of pleasure. Thankfully each table and each cluster of cushions and beds for guests to make use of has a magically enchanted candle slowly flickering away, releasing an exotic fragrance that magically simulates the smell that excites any who smells them and ensures the club doesn't reek of sex, sweat and depravity, unless someone wishes it did.

Your Amber eyes wander methodically over the various patrons, to see if there are any signs of trouble current or future. You spy both halves of a married power couple from the upper city sitting just a few tables from each other, both enjoying the company of one of your demonic staff members between their legs, their forked tongues making both Husband and wife weak at the knees. Given how close the couple's tastes seem to lie, you reckon they either already know the other is here or believe that Xia and Xanth will smooth out any issues with a foursome by the night's end.

Next, your eyes focus on a group of dwarves sitting in some booths, cheering and signing as one of them has a fair elven maiden, not one of your staff members you notice, between his legs bobbing her head up and down expertly. You notice the lucky dwarf being blown has his hand still clasped around his tankard of ale. You get to watch the Drwaf getting closer and closer to cumming as their grip on the tankard weakens as the elf bobs her head up and down, with the expertise of a professional or a lover of cum. If your arcane-enhanced eyes didn't know better you might suspect the elf was a succubus in disguise as the tankard slips from the dwarf's hands and spills over the floor as he spills into her mouth. The rest of his group cheers loudly as a floating broom and mop sail by to clean up the spill while you make a note to get someone to speak to that elf to see if she might want to join your staff with skills like hers.

Your eyes move on to a small crowd gathering around one of the spaces for group sexual activities, you see two human women, nervously walk up to the beds. Your eyes focus on them and study their features for a moment before you determine that they're either Mother and Daughter or perhaps Sisters with a sizable age gap between them. You watch as one of your staff members, a strong and busty half-orc woman, Rasha, begins to tie the two women down to the beds before helping the women drink from a small glass vial containing a tincture of your own design that has your cock stirring beneath your gown.

"Alright, you all know the rules given how quickly you gathered around," Rasha announces as the crowd starts to slowly undress. "But I'll go over the rules just in case we have any horny newcomers who just had a feeling they knew something good was happening," Rasha continues, a few people in the crowd let out a laugh.

"You're allowed one shot per woman, regardless of where you spill your seed, so try not to get too enthusiastic with those hands while you wait," Rasha explains, her eyes focusing on a younger human woman stroking her futa cock a little too quickly.

You glance down at the woman Rasha's talking to and see the familiar signs of someone sampling the delights of being a futa for the first time as she still continues to stroke herself despite the warning and how her clothing strains against her cock without properly showing it off. You assume either one of your alchemical treats or possibly someone else's potion gave her the new equipment she's eager to test out. Although you can't blame her for getting too excited given what she's queuing up to be a part of.

"My wonderful colleague, Amy will divine whose seed manages to take root in either of these wonderful women," Rasha continues gesturing to the gnome sitting beside some magical equipment. "Speaking of the women, remember that they're fellow guests so don't go too rough, otherwise you'll be spending the rest of your night at my pleasure in the dungeons, which will be fun for me and not you," Rasha explains, flashing the crowd a wicked grin as she flexes her muscles. "You'll be given two numbers to determine when you'll get your turn with each lucky lady," Rasha explains, nodding at Amy, who casually traces a few runes in the air and each person in the crowd finds two numbers appearing on their forearms and an illusion showing which number is up first above each woman.

"Well with that all explained, may the best balls or other reproductive fun factories you possess win," Rasha says excitedly as she steps aside and allows the various members of the crowd to form a line. Whether by luck or a helping hand from Amy the overeager futa climbs between the legs of the younger of the two women. Rasha looks over towards your area, spots you and blows you a kiss before stepping back to keep an eye on the crowd.

You make a mental note to pay Rasha a visit later to see if tonight is the night, you can persuade her to take a sip of your fertility potion while you pound her well-toned sweet green rear. She hasn't said yes yet, but each visit she takes longer to consider it, despite knowing the bonus she'd earn and how well you provide for your many children and their mothers. You're starting to suspect it's a power play thing, not saying yes until she wants to be bred. You're just about to settle in and watch the breeding competition while fantasising about how good Rasha's strong body will look when she's pregnant when a small crow flutters up to your balcony.

"Seems my attention is needed elsewhere," You say with a soft tone as you give Rasha a playful wave before turning to the bird hopping up and down.

"Mistress we might have an issue, Prince Tobias is here," The Crow says as the familiar relays its owner's voice.

"Not to worry Chantelle, I'll meet with the prince and if he fails to heed to warning, then it's no longer our concern," You relay through Chantelle's crow familiar. "I take it he's here to visit Trixana again, or has he fallen in love with someone else this time?" You add with a soft laugh.

"Yeah, it's Trixie again," The voice from the Crow replies.

You take a deep breath and shake your head, stopping for a moment to give the Crow a treat before making your way down to the club floor and towards the private rooms. You spy Chantelle pacing back and forth outside one room nervously and approach your enchantress before she starts wearing a hole in the carpet with her pacing and worrying.

"Mistress, I tried to stop him, but he refused to wait," The enchantress begins before you press a finger to her lips and place a calming hand on the pale beauty's shoulder.

"It's alright, Chantelle, I know you did your best," You say soothingly, while the enchantress nervously fidgets with her raven black hair.

"I'm sorry Mistress," Chantelle apologises as she pulls herself in for a tight embrace.

"You have nothing to apologise for," You reassure. "His Mother might have told you personally not to let her son back in, but it's my responsibility, not yours," You continue to soothe, trying your best to calm your enchantress and ignore the enjoyable feeling of feeling her lithe body pressing against yours, or how her robes cling to her body and accentuate her feminine charms. "So leave this to me and send a message to Queen Alfira that you tried to stop her Son but he's returned," You say in a confident tone.

"You want me to contact her?" Chantelle asks nervously.

"Yes, as depending on how things go with Prince Tobias, I rather think Queen Alfira might be requiring your services when she gets here," You reply with a soft giggle. "Now let's see if I can convince our wayward prince to leave of his own volition before it becomes a state matter for the Queen to tend to," You say, giving Chantelle a tight squeeze before gently encouraging the enchantress to let go.

"Good luck Mistress," Chantelle says, before scurrying off to get the materials to send a message spell.

You shake your head before recomposing yourself before knocking on the door, waiting a few moments and entering, the scene before you is about what you expected as you see the prince on all fours and naked with Trixana's dainty demonic feet on his face. You nod politely to one of your resident succubus, her dark lips curl into a pleasant smile as continues to tease her feet over her plaything's face.

"Mmmm, Mistress, to what do I owe the pleasure," Trixana says, her sweet voice carrying that beguiling tone that makes your head spin slightly.

"Sorry to interrupt, but then I need a moment with your treat," You reply with a level tone, giving Trixanna the right level of deference out of respect for her skills at domineering. With the various dominatrix you have on staff there's a clear rule, outside a session/private room you're the one calling all the shots and they are your humble staff, however inside they're the ones that hold all the power.

"Is my pet not supposed to be here?" Trixanna asks with a soft laugh. "Have you been a naughty boy, leaving the kingdom just to worship my feet?" Trixana asks with a playful tease.

"Yes, Mistress," Price Tobias replies, his words muffled as Trixana grinds her feet into his face for him to continue licking.

"You're not planning to take him away are you?" Trixana asks, her tone needy.

"No, simply remind the Prince of his Mother's warnings and leave it up to him," You reply in a soft tone. "If he finds your charms too irresistible then so be it," You continue.

"Mmmmm, will he get in much trouble if he stays?" Trixana asks, her soft crimson features curling into a devious smile revealing her fangs, her folded wings bristling with excitement.

"I believe he might, Queen Alfira isn't exactly known for her patience and, Tobias here rather has pushed his luck," You reply, watching the prince shudder at the mention of his Mother's name, while Trixana quivers in response to the energy she received feeding off the Prince's anxiety and fear.

"Do you think she might do something drastic?" Trixanna asks hopefully, running her long forked tongue over her luscious lips, while her spade-tipped tail begins to lightly slap against Prince Tobias' ass.

"She has been quite creative in the past with her punishments," You reply thoughtfully.

"So the stakes of this session could be really high for you my pet," Trixana says in a commanding tone. "So I suggest you use that tiny brain of yours to listen to what Mistress Selene has to tell you," Trixana adds in a cold and harsh tone, using her feet to knock the prince to the floor with an evil smile as she gestures for you to deliver your warning.

You respectfully nod and bow to Trixana, before kneeling down beside the prone prince reaching out and grabbing his sensitive pointed ear and pulling him closer. It wasn't a necessary move, but you knew Trixana appreciated the gesture of continuing to treat her guest as poorly as she would. "Prince Tobias, I'm here to remind you about what your Mother said would happen if she caught you here, rather than performing your diplomatic duties," You say in a clear and commanding tone.

"I am a prince of the Fortis Kingdom and you will," Prince Tobias begins before you twist his ear harder and his words trail off to sounds of pain.

"In here your titles are as worthless as you are," You say calmly. "Your Mother on the other hand is a woman worthy of respect," You continue, Trixanna nodding in agreement. "So do you remember her warning?" You ask, cutting off the Prince's paltry attempt to throw his status around by twisting his ear again.

"I remember," Prince Tobias grunts in pain.

"Good, then this is your one opportunity to decide if you want to leave, or stay and risk your Mother's wrath," You say, letting go of the Prince's ear and standing up.

You watch as the Prince is still on the floor looking at the door, his royal regalia folded in a neat pile on a table and for a brief moment, you think the Prince might finally pick the smart option. His gaze flicks between you and Trixanna before going back to the door, you hate to deprive Trixana of an enjoyable session and the chance to feed on the humiliation of someone from such a high position, but you know a visit from Alfira will draw attention to those who dislike the various Elven kingdoms. Like it or not, you're important enough that you'll share in some of the fallout from any diplomatic incidents that might occur.

"What should I do Mistress, help me," Prince Tobias pleads, looking up at Trixana, the Sucubuss' smile widening.

You give Trixana a smile and a small nod, to confirm your part here is done, the warning was delivered and understood but ultimately fell on deaf ears. "Well my pet, lucky for you I'm feeling generous, so if you can satisfy me before your Mother arrives then you can have your fun and leave before the Queen arrives," Trixana announces. "How long do you think we have?" Trixana asks looking over at you.

"Well Chantelle should have sent the message by now, so 10 minutes of bitter complaining about how much of a disappointment the prince is, another 15 to pick out an outfit, with maybe 5 minutes of pleasantries when she arrives at the club, so 30 minutes," You reason.

"Perfect, I have just the hourglass to use," Trixana replies in excitement as she waves a hand at the large glass object behind her, the golden luminous sand levitating upwards until the top half is full. "There we go, you have until the sand runs out to fully satisfy me, otherwise not only will your Mother catch you, but I'll personally ensure she sees just how worthless her son is," Trixana says in a playful tone. "So if you want to get out without any trouble, you're really going to have to do everything to please me," Trixana adds, spreading her legs wide, to give the prince an unobstructed view as her demon cock emerges from her.

You nod politely and motion to leave the Sucubuss with her client, stopping momentarily to eye the sand trickling down through the hourglass, your keen mind working out that at its current rate, Trixana set it for longer than 30 minutes. You catch Trixana's eyes and share a moment of recognition before leaving the mischievous demon to enjoy her session.

You make your way back to your private area, glancing down and watching the breeding contents which is now underway, the first time Futa looking very pleased with herself as she waits in the second queue. You decide to enjoy the spectacle a bit before sending out a few messages to the various people who'll want to know that Queen Alfira will be visiting to collect her wayward son. Knowing that a few people will take advantage of her visit, which hopefully might offset the complaints about her having to visit and it being your club's fault.