Your daughter drops by to visit to demonstrate what she's learnt and shares some vital knowledge

You walk back into your office in your club, your mind racing with everything you know about how divine magic works and the vagaries of Tallock and his guiding principles. You are so distracted that you fail to notice the thick scent of arcane energy operating your office, permeating from the hole in the wall until Annabell throws herself through it and at you. The sudden impact of your excitable daughter crashing into knocks you to the floor, leaving you staring up in surprise at your Daughter's smiling face.

"Hey Mom, guess what spell I just perfected?" Annabell giggles excitedly.

"Well, it clearly wasn't long-distance messaging," You laugh back, putting an arm around your daughter's back and standing up before pulling her into a big hug. "Oh, I've missed you," you continue, squeezing your daughter tightly.

"Me too, mom, that's why I couldn't wait to send a message, the moment I finished my lectures at the academy, I knew I had to drop by for a visit," Annabell continues, wriggling her body against yours as she enjoys the embrace.

"Well, just make sure to message your Momma before portaling into her council chambers, you're still our precious secret," You explain with a smile.

"I don't know why she doesn't just tell them, she's the champion, don't they have to listen to her?" Annabell says with a sigh.

"I know, I have this discussion with her at least once a year, but she's hells bent on maintaining this image of perfection as Lady Angela," You reply with a smile.

"I still have no idea why people think **** is so wrong, nobles do it all the time and have done for centuries, maybe before magic could cure some of the ailments," Annabell muses aloud. "But if your family is hot and willing,"

"People cling to all manner of strange notions," You agree.

"Or if one half is way too into the idea," Annabell adds with a giggle. "Like it's hot because it's a little taboo, but some people get a little too creepy about it,"

"Yes, be wary of the overenthusiastic," You concur

"Yeah, Professor Rictus kept praising me for being a true elf." Annabell explains the memory, making her shiver, "I'm so glad his field is non-magical history and nothing on my syllabus."

"Oh god, that old perv is still teaching," You reply, shaking your head. "In a world full of magic and wonder, he spends his life dedicated to researching fallen empires, romanticising some of their worst beliefs and practices."

"Especially in a world where sex magic exists," Annabell giggles excitedly.

"Oh, and what would you know about sex magic, pretty sure my Sister insisted on my old college because they wouldn't deign to teach anything remotely fun," You chuckle softly.

"Well, for starters," Annabell giggles excitedly, finally breaking off her tight hug to jump back and lift the skirt of her uniform up, "There's this,"

You know on some level you shouldn't look, but the curiosity of your arcane and perverse mind prevents you from looking away, so you get an up-close a personal view of your Daughter's futa anatomy. The sight is impressive, your Daughter seemingly inheriting your generous proportions, but you notice that around the underside of her shaft and down to her balls, a faint discolouration in the form of an arcane pattern. Your eyes flash for a moment as you focus a bit of energy into your eyes to reveal the spellwork hidden away and confirm what you suspect.

"So, do you like it?" Annabell giggles, wiggling her hips from side to side, her futa cock wiggling for you making your own stir to life.

"Of course I do," You reply with a smile. "I can't believe you managed to find a method to apply it to your own body. Do you have to recharge it with spirit stones?" You ask excitedly.

"Nope, I can power it with my passive arcane reserves like how your arcane eye spell works," Annabell excitedly explains. "So I just focus my energy right before I'm about to cum, and ensure no pesky wards, potions or spells can keep my swimmers away,"

"Fuck I love it," You enthuse. "Have you tested it out yet?"

"Remember my roommate Amber?" Annabel asks teasingly, to which you nod. "Well, let's just say she'll be taking a sabbatical from her studies in a few months, when she finds out her protection spell failed on one of the many nights we fucked,"

"That's my girl," You say, pridefully rushing over and hugging your daughter. "Didn't she suspect anything?"

"Nah, everyone I've been with thinks it's to help with Stamina," Annabell giggles. "I'm just lucky that futas are rare enough and that I got Amber hooked on being creampied before I got the spell to work,"

"You wonderfully wicked girl, where on earth did you even dig out that spell? It was only ever a theory I was going to comeback to one day," You laugh, admiring your own theoretical research realised physically on your daughters cock.

"They stock your research papers in the library, hidden away behind former alumni with more standard fields of magical study," Annabell explains with a smile.

"Well, don't tell your Momma about it, I don't think she'd find it as special as I do," You coo, unable to control your parental pride, embracing her tightly again.

"Maybe I could surprise her with it," Annabell whispers huskily into your ear

"Mmmm, naughty girl, but I love the way you think," You reply, squeezing your daughter extra tight.

"So I've got portals and special intimacy magic new in my life, how's club life treating you, Mom?" Annable enquires, stepping back from the hug, stopping to kiss you on the cheek before taking a seat on the chaise lounge.

"Complicated," You begin taking a seat next to your daughter, "I've somehow upset a greater demon's plans and they've somehow conspired with a holier-than-thou paladin to stand against me," You explain, shaking your head. "No idea why, or what I even did, at least if I did, I could revel in a bit,"

"Oh, we had a visit from some up-and-coming paladin, trying to give a talk on her strict training and divine magic, talk about tone deaf, she's doesn't have to do anything but follow some rules to get hers, no studying, no incantations to memories, or spellbook to maintain, just a prayer a day and off she goes," Annabell scoffs.

"Wait, it wasn't Paladin Jillian Pedmore, was it?" You ask hopefully

"It was, yeah, don't tell me she's the one somehow working with a greater demon," Annabel replies in disbelief. "That almost sounds interesting, and she's anything but." Annabel continues. "Speaking of butts, hers was pretty nice, even has this cool tattoo on one of her cheeks of a wolf's paw,"

"Wait, when did you see her butt?" You ask with a smile.

"She stayed overnight at the college and used the lake to go for a swim the next morning. I went down to see if the kraken or sirens would try to drown her, but instead, I got to see her naked," Annabel giggles.

"Strange for a Paladin to have a tattoo," You remark, "A wolf's paw too," you continue to muse, wondering if it might be some leftover from a mispent youth that you might be able to somehow use.

"She told me it was from before she became a paladin, she tried to join some beast tribe, proud warriors that embody an animal, some even getting the powers and physical aspects of it," Annabell divulges.

"Oh, the beastkin tribes, I think we have one on staff here, Trinity," You reply, "A fascinating woman, but always keeps to herself unless she wants to fuck, or needs something," You continue, the gears in your mind starting to turn. "Suprised the paladin was that free and open about her past," you comment.

"Well, in her defence, I did steal her armour and was floating out of reach, until she told me," Annabel giggles. "I must have been a dark secret, because she really tried everything to get me before telling me about her butt tattoo,"

"Strange, beastkin are pretty well respected for their martial prowess," You reply. "If anything, people might like Paladin Jillian more if they knew she was one of them."

"Oh, she isn't. She ran away the night of her joining ritual." Annabel casually explains.

"Really," You reply with a broad smile. "And you're certain it was a wolf's paw?" You ask.

"As certain as I am that Paladin Jillian trims her pubes into a heart shape," Annabel laughs.

"Right, I think I have to go speak with Trinity, but for being such a wonderful girl, I want you to go find Chantalle and tell her that I've given you permission to test out our new Dwarvern girl." You offer with a big smile.

"Really, Mom!" Annabel asks excitedly.

"Yes, and feel free to test your special spell, I need to know if our club's potions hold up or not," You reply with a grin.

"Thank you so much, Mom, I love you so much," Annabel giggles, throwing her arms around you and kissing you on the cheek.

Wasting no time, Annabel charges out of your office, yelling Chantelle over and over as she runs off in search of your assistant. You let out a soft laugh and make your way down to the staff rest area, which is mostly empty as most staff have some preparation work still to take care of, which is exactly why you spot Trinity sitting at a table. Her wolf ears twitched as you entered the room, and her keen sense of smell let her know who was entering, which is why she's able to respond without turning around and seeing you.

"Hey, Boss Lady, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Trinity's gruff but friendly voice asks as she turns around and flashes you a grin, her pronounced fangs glistening in the light, while her amber eyes look you up with predatory intent.

"Trinity, always a pleasure, I have a delicate matter I'm hoping you can help with," You reply as you continue to walk towards the table the beastkin is sitting at.

"Need me to track someone down again, or is this more personal in nature?" Trinity asks hopefully, her tail starting to wag against the back of the chair.

"Not quite, I have a message that I need to send back to your tribe, rather urgently," You begin, before a sudden inhale through Trinity's teeth halts your request.

"I dunno, Boss Lady, the pack really fucking hates me," Trinity explains.

"Well, you did breed your shaman's mate and her daughter on the same night, at the same time and in his bed, no less." You laugh softly, "It's enough to put anyone in a sour mood."

"Ah, what a night that was," Trinity replies clearly enjoying the memory as even your nose can detect a distinct shift in aroma as Trinity's musk and arousal start to permeate the air around you. The scent is heady and intoxicating, and you have to centre yourself before you add a secondary job to come by your office and ravage you senseless.

"In any case, I think this might actually help repair your relations with your pack," You explain with a smile.

"You better have something huge, and I'm not talking about that fat futa cock I can smell getting hard," Trinity replies with a big smile on her face, you have to focus again, the musky aroma is making you crave the feeling of having Trinity inside you, her fat knot stretching your pussy as she fills you with her seed.

"I have someone who fled the night of their joining ritual," You offer with a big smile.

"Well, slap my tits, Boss Lady, you somehow found a moron who committed a worse crime than my own against the pack," Trinity laughs gruffly. "A genuine oathbreaker, fuck not only will I be on speaking terms with the tribe, they might actually let me breed the Shaman's mate, daughter as reward for this," Trinity smiles.

"Oh, one last thing, just an idle curiosity really," You reply with a smile.

"How dishonourable is oath-breaking seen among the beastkin, and your pack specifically?" You enquire.

"Well, Boss lady, you could **** everyone in the pack in cold blood, women, children, elders, then desecrate and defecate on their graves, and it would still be less dishonourable than breaking that joining oath," Trinity explains. "So in short, pretty fucking dishonorable, which is why a scumbag like me will finally be welcome back into the fold,"

"Would you return if they offer?" You enquire, "I'd be sad to see you go, but understand your decision." You offer with a sincere smile.

"Fuck no," Trinity Laughs, "I get paid to drink and fuck, and pump my pups into customers that want it, and more people than you'd think do want it," Trinity continues. "So not a chance in hell will I go back, other than to cuck that smug Shaman and leave him to raise my pups, again," Trinity grins. "Unless I need to deliver that message personal, like,"

"No need for that, the Oathbreaker will be coming here to the club, to participate in a challenge," You reply with an evil smile. "So if you want to pass on the message that Jillian Pedmore, once aspiring to join the pack, will be here in a week, then perhaps they might send a champion to face her, so they can drag her sorry ass back to do whatever the do to oathbreakers," You explain.

"Oh, I'm sure they'll be delighted," Trinity chuckles.

"What is the punishment for oath-breaking, seeing how it's the most dishonourable thing you can do?" You ask, suddenly worried your club might turn into a blood sport venue for one night. Something you'd much rather avoid, despite how annoying the Paladin had been.

"Lady paladin, they'll want to humiliate and humble her, so they'll likely drag her back, **** her to complete her joining and make her serve twice the length of her desertion as a breeding bitch," Trinity replies with a smile.

"Sounds like a fitting way for her to make her amends," You reply with a smile.

"So, if this goes well, can we fuck?" Trinity asks, her directness making you smile.

"Only if you're happy receiving as well as giving," You reply with a smile.

"Grrrr, fine, you drive a hard bargain, but you better not try and breed me," Trinity replies needily.

"I'll tell you what, if you can resist knotting my flower and filling it with your seed, then I'll do likewise, otherwise we'll leave it to nature to decide what happens after that night," You offer in a teasing tone.

"Fuck I can't wait, even if I end up pregnant, it'll be totally worth it," Trinity mutters to herself as you walk out of the staff rest area. "Maybe I buy us both fertility potions, make sure we're both pregnant, nah that fucking dumb, just enjoy the opportunity, don't make it weird," Trinity continues her words fading into inaudible mumbling as you leave the room.

Feeling a spring in your step with the makings of a solid plan, you're confident the beastkin with come through for you, now you just need to find a way to pass on a message about the good Paladin's past to her deity. Thankfully, you have a man on the inside who has the god's ear and will gladly pass on the details, planting the seeds that will likely keep you safe and the Paladin's belly nice and swollen for years to come.

When you return to your office, you hear the sweet sound of moans and groans, and rhythmic slapping of wet skin on wet skin through the closed door. You gently push the door open a crack and spy your most recent hire, the dwarf woman with the expert tongue, flat on her back, your sweet Daughter pounding the life out of her. You pump some arcane energy into your eyes and spy the spell on your Daughter's cock radiating with power. You smile to yourself as you watch your daughter eagerly fuck your newest hire all the way to motherhood.

"Wait how the fuck, I took the potion," You hear the dwarf woman complain as she looks down and sees the arcane glow confirming her pregnancy.

"Oh wow, maybe it was a bad batch," Annabell offers, placing a reassuring hand on the dwarf woman's shoulder.

"Maybe," The dwarf woman huffs. "Ah, well, your Mother pays well even if I'm pregnant,"

"So, want to go again?" Annabel enquires hopefully.

"Really?" The dwarf woman asks in disbelief.

"Sure, it's not like you can get double pregnant or anything," Annabel reasons.

"Fine, but only because I swear that cock of your is magic," The dwarf woman replies.

"Oh, if only," Annabel smiles, her face looking up and spotting you peeking through the gap in the door, blowing you a kiss before climbing back between the dwarf woman's legs.