Chapter 262: The Breeding Ceremony Begins!

As night fell over the settlement, the sky turned deep indigo, dotted with stars. A massive bonfire roared to life in the center of the cleared ground, its flames licking high into the darkness and casting flickering orange light across the gathered crowd. The air was thick with the scent of smoke, sweat, and anticipation.

Byung sat upon a grand throne constructed from the bones of fallen beasts and enemies, polished and bound together with strong leather in just a few hours. Behind him stood Grishka like a silent guardian, her massive frame towering protectively. On his face, Byung wore a fearsome mask crafted by the Stonehide tribe.

He had no idea when they had made it, but it fit him perfectly. The mask was carved from dark wood and bone, with sharp, jagged features that gave him a truly feral, almost demonic appearance. It made his small stature feel far more imposing.

Around the bonfire, the strongest goblins — the elite warriors who had proven themselves in battle — stood lined up in neat rows. Byung had made it clear: only the strong would participate tonight. There would be no weaklings breeding in his new bloodline.

Opposite them, over a dozen female orcs of the Stonehide tribe stood in their own organized lines, their muscular bodies illuminated by the firelight. The goblins shifted nervously, whispering among themselves. They had no real idea what was happening, but none of them dared question it. Not when they saw the powerful female orcs waiting across from them.

Naruz stood at the front and center, holding a huge wooden bowl specially prepared by Byung.

The bowl was filled with the "medicine" — his corrupted green blood mixed with herbs, honey, and crushed roots, plus an extra ingredient to heavily boost libido.

One by one, the goblins stepped forward.

Sneegle was among the first. He approached Naruz, eyes wide with curiosity.

"What is this stuff?" Sneegle asked, peering into the bowl.

Naruz smiled calmly. "Medicine from Byung. It will make you stronger. Drink."

Sneegle shrugged and took a deep gulp. He wiped his mouth and grinned. "Tastes strange... but sweet. Not bad!"

Poggle came next, nudging Sneegle aside. "Move, let me try." After drinking, he smacked his lips. "Feels warm already. Byung really made this?"

From his throne, Byung watched silently, his masked face unreadable.

Drekk stepped up after them, looking more serious than the others. Before drinking, he turned toward the throne and called out, "Byung, is this truly for the future of our people?"

Byung’s voice rang out from behind the mask, low and authoritative.

"It is. Drink, Drekk. You have earned this."

Drekk nodded respectfully and drained a large portion. "For you, Byung. For all of us."

The female orcs were next. Grishka had already spoken to them earlier, and they approached with surprising willingness.

A tall, scarred female orc stepped forward and looked at Naruz. "Grishka told us this is for the settlement, is this true?"

Naruz nodded. "Yes. This is your purpose now. Drink and become part of something greater."

The orc woman took the bowl with both hands and drank deeply. When she finished, she exhaled loudly. "It burns nicely in the chest. I feel... different already."

Another younger Stonehide female hesitated slightly before drinking. She glanced toward Grishka behind the throne and nodded.

Grishka signed with her massive hands to reassure all of them, her gestures clear and firm even in the firelight. The younger orc read the signs and smiled. "For Grishka. For all of us."

One by one, both goblins and orcs stepped forward and drank from the massive bowl. It felt almost like a cult ritual — solemn, reverent, and strangely beautiful under the crackling bonfire. Byung watched every single person take their portion, his eyes gleaming behind the feral mask.

He smirked beneath it when he spotted Sneegle and Poggle again in the line, already shifting restlessly as the extra ingredient began to take effect.

"About time those two had some real fun," Byung muttered to himself. "They have potential. That’s why they’re here."

They stood up against Kraghul even when death was almost certain.

He had wanted Grigmor present as well, but ultimately decided against it. The hybrid child was still an unknown factor. Tonight was about controlled evolution, not experimentation.

As the last of the participants finished drinking, Naruz turned toward the throne and gave Byung a clear, respectful nod.

Byung rose slowly from the bone throne. The moment he stood, every eye in the clearing turned to him. The bonfire roared louder as if sensing the shift in atmosphere. The air grew thick with tension and rising desire. The libido-enhancing mixture was already working its magic — bodies were heating up, breathing growing heavier.

Byung raised his arms, the feral mask making him look like a savage god in the firelight. His voice carried across the entire gathering, strong and commanding:

"Let the breeding begin."

The words hung in the air for a moment. Then the clearing erupted.

Goblins and female orcs moved toward each other with raw, unrestrained hunger. Hands grabbed, bodies pressed together, low growls and eager moans already filling the night. Sneegle laughed wildly as two orc women pulled him down onto the furs. Poggle was tackled playfully by another, his usual bravado melting into pure instinct. Even Drekk, the deranged lunatic, found himself surrounded.

Grishka remained standing behind the throne, her eyes watching over everything with quiet satisfaction.

Byung stood tall on the raised platform, observing the chaotic yet purposeful orgy unfolding before him. The bonfire continued to blaze, illuminating the mass of writhing, breeding bodies as his corrupted blood worked its way through them all.

The night had only just begun and the orcs were eager because the truth was it had been a while since the last time they had been touched.

And with the goblins known for their lust, this was like a match made in heaven. But Byung knew this had to work, this served a far greater purpose than just sex and pleasure.