Pale light once again filled the interior of the transport cart. Dink felt a wave of pain lasting only an instant travel through his arm to settle inside his mind. It was followed by warmth entering his palm. He looked down and watched the wound created by his savage teeth knit together with light. It closed at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The contract absorbed the blood on its surface as the pale light started to disappear. Dink felt his sleeping mana react to the invasion of the contract’s binding as it settled. He heard a roaring of outrage inside his mind, causing him to mimic the roar himself. The fading light of the contract suddenly flared with intense light. His mana reserves surged through his body before radiating outward to fill the entire arena complex.

Master Chaplin stumbled backward into his desk while staring at Dink in wide-eyed terror. His arms splayed out as he slid to the floor, slumping against the foot of the desk. Lady Estra watched with open-mouthed disbelief.

“Impossible… a draconic bloodline. One more pure than anything I have even heard of. The direct descendants of Royal House Hydra don’t even register next to him. The draconic races I’ve encountered, such as drakes and wyverns would be considered impure if anyone discovered this,” Lady Estra said in awe.

Dink was suddenly able to experience Lady Estra’s emotions as a bond between them formed. She was filled with desire to possess his draconic bloodline. The light faded as the dragon aura retracted inside him after it took control of the contract. He could also feel the emotions of Murkuk, who was trembling with overwhelming fear, and strangely, pride.

What the fuck just happened? Those hags said something about humbling the arrogant dragon race by giving them the biggest slap to their face in history. Is this what they meant as they cackled incoherently? I thought it was just using the black dragon’s heart to create the expanding woods.

His surging mana calmed and returned to its slumber. Dink looked at the scroll in his hand before rolling it up, tossing it through the cage into Lady Estra’s hands. Her body was trembling in excitement. Dink could detect the sweet scent of her arousal as she stared at him with lustful eyes. She lightly wet her lips with her tongue as she accepted the scroll in reverential hands. Her knees were pressed together tightly as they rubbed together with undisguised longing.

“Leave us,” Lady Estra instructed softly without taking her lust-filled eyes off Dink.

“Is that wise, Lady Estra? You must have felt that monstrous aura. It’s not a goblin!” Master Chaplin hysterically questioned.

"Indeed. What gave it away?" Dink quietly muttered under his breath.

“I said leave. Now! Lady Estra commanded the master sprawled on the floor.

“Yes, Lady Estra. I will be nearby if you need me,” Master Chaplin said as he climbed to his feet.

“There’s no need. We are bound by contract. I need privacy for what we are about to discuss,” Lady Estra replied.

Master Chaplin bowed in obedience as he left through the smaller door cut into the large reinforced double doors. Dink saw the ten guards shivering on the ground outside, pale with terror. Their questions were interrupted by the master closing the door behind him. Lady Estra walked to the door and rotated a wooden beam into place to bolt the door from the inside.

“They won’t be disturbing us now. How did you gain the draconic bloodline?” Lady Estra demanded.

“You forget how this works. I’m the contract holder. How is the ritual conducted once we take you into the expanding woods?” Dink countered with a smirk. The magic of the contract activated to force Lady Estra into answering the question.

“The ritual manuscript states. An elven maiden, unsullied by carnal embrace, must willingly surrender her virtue under the eclipse of the midnight sun to form the heart of the land. This isn’t a naturally occurring phenomenon and needs a secondary ritual at the location of choice. Which will be my House’s ancestral estate,” Lady Estra blurted.

“Very interesting. I especially like the part about ‘willingly surrender her virtue’. I will keep my word and aid you in your quest. But I will be your partner in the ritual. This will be my compensation,” Dink instructed with a broad grin.

“I accept,” Lady Estra agreed without hesitation.

Dink could feel her barely controlled arousal through their bond. His body responded in kind. His manhood swelled to an impressive size, far larger than one would expect from his goblin stature. He gripped the latticework iron gate as he pressed his face against the cage. He was staring deeply into her inviting blue eyes with lust.

“We don’t need this cage anymore. Open the gate,” Dink commanded.

“I don’t have the remote, but this quality of lock is poor. I can unlock it simply,” Lady Estra obeyed.

Dink felt the familiar sensation of mana being channeled as a sigil appeared above the transport cart lock. The gate swung open of its own accord as Dink released the bars. Lady Estra couldn’t control her lust any longer, she threw herself at Dink. He was caught off-guard as she lunged herself into his embrace. While he stood in the opening, she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him down into a deep kiss.

Dink playfully ran a clawed hand through her lustrous strawberry-blonde hair. He enjoyed the silken sensation of the wavy locks between his fingers. Suddenly, his grip tightened to grab a handful of her hair. He used it to tilt her face upward as he mischievously bit her lip before pulling her away to look into her eyes filled with desire.

Her hand began to explore his loincloth. He slapped her hand away while releasing his grip in her hair. He pushed on her chest as he leapt out of the transport cart. He placed both of his hands firmly on her waist as he walked backward. He stopped once they bumped against the desk.

“We can stop at any time. I won’t command you to do this,” Dink stated.

“Mmm,” Lady Estra moaned in agreement.

She grabbed his neck with one hand to pull him closer. Gripping the wood of the desk tightly in her other hand as she arched backward into a graceful curve. Her laced knee-high boots teasingly traced their way up the inside of Dink’s thigh. He shivered with pleasure as it neared his crotch.

“I’ll take that as consent,” Dink breathed.