Inheriting a Lost Bloodline, My First Task is to have heirs?!

Chapter 202: Chapter 202 - Marking my elven properties (Part 2)

I thought that the bunch got too nervous and would back out from our deal since nobody came forward to volunteer for a while. I kept my cool, patiently waiting as if I did not care if they go through it or not. Eventually, since they trust each other, in particular, their healer friend’s words, somebody came forward after a few minutes.

It seems that the first part of the oath that Reiss casually said as part of the ritual was a common phrase the elves and heralds use to signify a promise to start a partnership or to form a relationship with a woman. The bunch seemed to be clueless about its full effect once the other half was uttered by the other party though. I don’t think the elders or those that call themselves ”high elves” will bother explaining that this ritual have permanent soul-binding effects if it were completed to the ”commoners” and ”slaves”.

Let’s just say they fell in the trap they set themselves up to hook me. It is indeed true that they have their own goals to fulfill in this set up just like me. I think they still believe that I was the one that they have trapped and was on the losing end which I find really funny, honestly. By the way, the adjusted oath I made was totally one-sided. All the benefits and control are only mine to enjoy.

The next vict-, rather mystique to come forward and was clearly trying to look as brave as he could was the hunter named Merith. Just like the first one, he came out of the room unconscious and princess-carried by me. Just like a task that he assigned upon himself, the healer guy checked on Merith to confirm the status of his health. He simply nodded and told the others that the second guy was in perfect condition as well. I think this healer plans to complete the ritual last to ensure everyone survives the ritual just fine which is really admirable for someone working in a similar profession as me (I am technically a doctor in this world). It also shows how strong their brotherhood is.

Since we are trying to complete the ritual as soon as possible before the night of the two full moon comes, I quickly went through the rituals with the other volunteers. I bound them all to me without letting the others after them know the method I used. They all ended up unconscious afterwards so they couldn’t tell the remaining ones outside the room too that I could complete the other half of the oath in elven language.

The volunteers continued stepping forward. The next brave soul was Simsha, the armorsmith. After him, Amzair, the woodcraftsman, came forward. The others followed in this order: Zylas, the jeweler/ enchanter; Neyha, the weaver; Sylten, the tailor; and lastly, Therlis, the botanist/ healer.

It was kind of tiring mana-wise since I had to fill the bodies of all eight of them with mystique mana. It was good that my mana recovery was quite quick so I just need to rest for about half an hour to get back to my usual self after binding the eight guys to me. As for the five friends these eight were describing who went missing several years ago, I will investigate about them in the near future since they also seem to great prospects for being vict-, vessels.

Now that all of these eight are unconscious, I don’t have any choice but to teleport them all to my villa. Though I have the strength and the stamina to do it, I don’t have the luxury of time to carry two at a time and make a trip back to my villa. That’s a total of four times so, let’s just teleport, shall we? Since a barrier can be easily sensed, I opted to cover us with a mana disruption spell which can simply be detected by those around us as a sudden fluctuation of mana in the environment which is technically a natural phenomenon. I only need a few seconds to set the teleportation spell anyway for the nine of us. The moon is at its highest by seven in the evening and I waited till that time came to make my move.

An hour before the moons come out, I am already hearing a lot of hurried footsteps on the streets. These should be the people evacuating to their hiding places from the effect of the moonlight. I can hear the voice of female elves and young children together with a lot of murmurs all around. At exactly seven in the evening, there was a sudden eerie silence throughout the territory and then I clearly felt a strong mana fluctuation and pressure descending towards the ground. It was the strength of the two full moons.

I thought that as long as the elves and heralds are hidden in their houses and are not directly hit by the moonlight, they would be alright but I was totally wrong. Just as the pressure descended, the eight unconscious men opened their eyes though they were only half-opened and they were clearly not fully awake. They were in a dazed and very aroused state. Their faces were flushed and they were breathing heavily. As if on strong aphrodisiacs, heat was consuming them as they started grunting, whimpering and moaning while they were pulling on their clothes, trying to loosen and remove them.

After about a quarter of an hour, I heard footsteps again and then familiar voices of women. These must be my temporary neighbors at the posh district. They are already out on their hunt for their prey on the first night. As if proving that I actually chose the best people in the middle district, I heard a knock on the door of the weaponsmith’s shop owned by Reiss. After the knock, a coquettish voice followed calling my elf out, ”Mr. Weaponsmith... I came here to fetch you since you look quite delicious since the first time I met you. Let’s play a lot tonight, shall we?” Nice try woman, he’s already my property.

The woman, not getting any answers from inside the house, banged the door a little bit stronger. Her voice already showing impatience and urgency, ”Come out now. I know you can’t say no to offers during the festival. You can’t ignore me like this! I came here especially for you, deaf bitch. Open the door right now!” Wow. That was a quick change of tone when she did not get what she wanted quickly. A typical spoiled brat is here. Before the creepy woman destroys the door, I did a wordless chant to start the teleportation portal towards my villa at the posh district.

As for the outer district, the protection barrier around the houses have been erected. These creepy women can knock all they want but they won’t be able to get inside the houses. I made it sound proof too so that no sound from the outside can come in. Their offers won’t be heard so none of the slaves will be forced to come out of their houses to serve anyone tonight. It was a loophole I thought of during our short meetings in the outer districts. I also fed the slaves with potions to strengthen their minds so the effect of the moonlight is greatly diminished and they won’t be controlled by instincts like animals in heat. I still told them to act weak and tired the next day so our little plan won’t be discovered.

As for the result of my meddling, the erotic noise was highly concentrated in the middle and inner districts of Freyheimr where the non-slaves were. I wonder how the said people will react once they see their spent and bruised bodies the morning after the first night of the two full moons. They were always pushing the slaves to serve the women they themselves invited so why not let them have a taste of giving the service themselves.

Within 30 seconds, I, together with the eight semi-conscious men who were making erotic noise were teleported to my villa’s living room. Vaelion immediately heard the noise and came out of our room. I saw the utmost surprise on his face as he saw me bring back eight men in one go. He looked at me weakly and then he looked down, seemingly waiting for instructions. He then said with a low and respectful voice that he has already prepared five warm baths (every room has their own bathroom). I thanked Vaelion and immediately carried Reiss to the first bathroom. When I entered the first shared bedroom, I saw towels and a change of plain clothes neatly folded on each of the bunker beds which was clearly prepared by Vaelion as well as a potion vial which we will be administering to these squiming men later.

I gave each man a warm bath to clean them up and inspect their bodies, of course. I had to purposely play with their bodies for a few minutes at least to make them utter erotic noises louder. It was for the sake of making the observers and managers of this place believe that I did them one by one throughout the night (well, I did but not all the way till the end). It only took me a bit of stroking and then letting the mana I injected inside of their bodies to do the rest of the work. I saved the first essences they released with plans of keeping it in the room of beginnings just in case. I then dried them up and clothed them with the prepared towels and clothes. I placed them on each bed and made them drink the potion that diminishes the effect of the moonlight and also knocks them out till the next morning. As for the soup that I prepared and kept warm throughout the night, I guess it will be for anyone that wakes up earlier than expected and needs nourishment to strengthen themselves up a bit. Though there was no full intimacy per se, they would still feel weak since I squeezed out 80% of their essences while they were dazed, just barely keeping them alive. They would feel like they had a lot of strenuous exercise the whole night for sure with how weak they would be feeling when they wake up the next day, if they even had the slightest idea how that felt like that is. As for me, I will keep mum about it. If these eight men misunderstand that I did something intimate with their bodies while they were unconscious, then so be it. They are mine permanently either way and I really don’t care if they live with that misunderstanding.