The many masses of Drowvish exiles had been stripped of will, reduced to lifeless minds, too afraid to hold on to hope. Yet, hope they were offered. Many saw his lordship as a great ball of fire that gave warmth and life to all that its rays touched, but others feared he would be just another tyrant.
The days went on with food and supplies being offered to the Drow, rapidly dwindling the food supplies from the skyrocketing population. This required Erik to find solutions to his problems by outsourcing, as the fields to the east of Innah'vadah that had been cultivated over the months, were insufficient to support the tens of thousands of citizens, thus, he had a caravan of his knights arranged to venture into Tel'vane to trade.
As for the Drow, themselves, he would have his priestesses preach teachings of Fallenism in spreading of his faith. As majority of the priestesses were dark elves, themselves, they had an easier time, being more widely accepted and easily being able to communicate with the Drow.
Erik's days were spent overseeing his duties as ruler, instructing his people on all ends from his castle, writing out orders, instructions, and plans that would be sent out.
From morning, he would work in his office, drawing up architectural plans before heading out. To the east of the city, he oversaw the construction of expanding city. Trenches were being dug, lumber was being placed, and the ground was being flattened.
By the time he'd finished there, he would move on to arranging for food to be distributed. In an instant, he would step from the docks to across the mountains, from a pool of shfi'nyl he'd left in the church located in Ferin. From there, his wife, Marasia, was awaiting.
As he came out from the door to the hall, Marasia sat up from the bench. "My love..." She called out to him with mild excitement, reigned in by her own self control as to not act too immaturely. "...Are you well?" She asked out of concern, approaching him and pressing her hands against his chest. "Your eyelids..."
"I am fine." He caressed her cheek, a way to move her out of the way as he started walking.
"Of course." Marasia said in response, though she worried for his unrest.
Tents to the east of the city were set up where priestesses would aid the sickly, food would be distributed, classes were taught, and documentation would occur. Erik oversaw the documentation himself, judging each and every healthy elf to personally handle their documentation so that they would be allowed into Innah'vadah. It was a fairly quick process, as he was able to easily judge their intentions from a mere glance.
He would either accept or deny, one after another, only having trouble with the one elf who'd entered into the tent with bandages wrapped around his eyes.
("You are blind.")
("Huh? Ah, yes. I am a blind. Lost ma eyes to wench who sucked me off, but I ain't pay up. Nasty old wench, but a reals beauty. Red hair, forest elf, but missin half her teeth. It was a terrible I tell ya. I almost didn't finish. ...Almost.")
"What a vulgar man." Marasia spat, an irritated and disgusted look on her face.
In contrast, Erik was unmoved, calmly writing down before telling the old blind. ("You may return.")
His days were spent managing and overseeing his growing kingdom, but he would still take hours out of his day to open the doors to his palace's throne room, in meeting with his faithful people, who out of their own accord, sought him out.
A priestess, followed by an orc and a dark elf that was carrying a child in her arms, approached the throne. "My lord..." The priestess conveyed. "This man's wife is an elf, and has just given birth to a daughter, signifying the first child to be born of both orcish and elvish blood."
Though Erik seemed aloof, resting his cheek against his knuckle, and his elbow on the arm of his throne, he was in fact interested in the first mixed blood to be born in his name. "Bring the child here." He commanded, at which the mother, with a grin she could hardly hide, approached her lord's throne with her baby in arms.
"We have yet to name her, my lord. We were hoping you would grant us the honor." She said as she offered her newborn, and he took the blanket-wrapped child into his hands.
The baby's eyes took after her mother's, irises of violet. Its skin was a mix of both parents, the mother's, a dark purple, the father's, green like the leaves of a tree, resulting in an almost greyish tone of skin. Its ears were those of an elf.
Handing off the child back to her mother, Erik had given a name to the firstborn hybrid of his kingdom and faith. "Hera'nia. It was the name granted to the very first star."
"A beautiful name, my lord. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for such a blessed name upon my child." She said breathlessly and ecstatic to have been blessed as such.
"Indeed. Let her be the first of many."
As the gleeful husband and wife took their leave, another group came in after them. They consisted of two young adult elves, one male and one female, both dressed in robes.
"Greetings, my lord. We are the teachers in charge of the new Drowvish children's education, here to inform you of their progress." Said the young man.
"Go on."
"Yes, my lord."
The young woman stepped up first. "The girls are very well-mannered and are adjusting well. We have had no issues we were not able to correct. Their health is on an incline, and they are learning well."
"I am afraid I can not say the same for the young boys." Next stepped the young man. "They are more rebellious. Fights have broken out among them, and tension seems to be high. They are stubborn and distrustful, and we have not been able to implement physical discipline because of the state of their bodies."
"Is that so..." The room fell silent as Erik pondered his thoughts. It took him a good few moments before finally uttering a response. "Perhaps a game would do them well."
"A game, my lord?"
"Yes. An enjoyable sport they could play that would require them to work together. One that tests the mind. I recall a board game that I was quite excellent at when I was a child. In fact, I would say I had mastered it. I will have some made and sent to the school for the children to play in their free time, along with a list of the rules on how to play. The game is usually meant for one to go against another, but if you require two of them to decide one move in order to play, it will force them to have to come to an understanding."
"Ah, I see, my lord. I imagine the children would benefit greatly from that."
"My lord, as for the girls?" The young lady asked.
"The girls will be given their own boards and pieces as well."
"Thank you, my lord. They will be most pleased and gleeful!!"
That evening, Erik would continue his responsibilities in his study. The lit fireplace, north of the room, burned bright with large chunks of timber, and the candle on his desk, flickered lively. He shut his eyes, holding them closed for only a few moments to ease the burning sensation. He realized he needed his rest and placed down his pen. With a deep inhale, he leaned back in his seat and exhaled. His eyelids were dark, and his sclera were strained red. He looked up to the roof, the lit fire and the faint sunlight coming in from the window behind him lighting up the room. He shut his eyes for what felt like a moment, before opening them to see that everything had become dark. By his side, his wife, Marasia, stood over him, startled by him suddenly opening his eyelids; his eyes darting to the corners to stare at her.
"Darling... I am sorry. Did I wake you?"
It was now night, the moon at its apex, the fire in the room was nearly extinguished, a blanket was resting atop his body, and the door to the living quarters was left slightly ajar. He noticed on the corner of his desk, there was a glass of cold juice. Just merely glancing at it prompted Marasia to offer him the drink, at which he glugged down half of it before having her stop.
"I have work to do." His voice was low and rasp.
"Darling... You should get more rest, have a warm meal and take a shower. Or at least..."
"I am busy." He interrupted.
"You are exhausted and leave your wives to worry about you. We have been waiting, keeping your bed warm for nights apart, only for you to never join us. Of course... I understand you have duties, and I would not be so selfish as to burden you." She said breathlessly as she leaned in closer, her long, dainty fingers, caressing his jaw. "I merely wish to help ease those burdens." She did what was only natural to ease the tension of her beloved, whispering in a tempting tone, and pressing her lips against his.
"Marasia, I have much to do." He held her back, but her soft pecks persisted. Eventually, he caved, giving in to her advances as she lifted up her thin dress, and slid one of her knees between his legs. The chair creaked as he leaned back and she climbed on top of him, her undergarments slipping from her bare feet and onto the floor, while she unveiled his erecting member from his pants.
Her hair fell down his shoulder, as she whispered sweet temptations into his ear. "My lord..." She spoke not in a whisper but in an alluringly low tone of voice. "Master..." She continued, until finally uttering the word that finally pushed him over the edge, that finally managed to tempt him fully. "Darling..."
His member extended fully so that it pressed against her moist flesh. He stood up from his seat, lifting her up in his arms as he took her to the couch, throwing her, tossing her down and onto its cushions, and falling atop her. She was hungry, eagerly grasping at his member with spread legs. As he plunged into her, a loud moan escaped her lungs. She did not bother to muffle her own cries of ecstasy, forgetful of the wandering ears that may be near. Erik, however, was not. He placed his hand into her mouth, her teeth clenching, her viperish fangs digging into his flesh as he attempted to quiet her- but it was already too late.
At the door, an eye was peering through. Yellow the iris was, too low to be that of an adult. He was not so blinded by lust or exhausted that he did not notice their presence. He made it obvious that he could see them, raising his head, peering his eyes in their direction. The young girl on the other side was quick to leave startled and with stifled breathing.
With lust-blinded eyes, Marasia pulled her love to face her. "Darling... Your eyes should be on me."
Erik said not a word as he indulged, giving in fully to her allure.
Upon the end of their shared time together, Erik spared no time before clothing himself and returning back to his work, while Marasia, gleeful and giddy, hastily slipped away with a hand covering in between her legs. In the nude and through the dark of the castle. She slipped into the darkness, shfi'nyl encompassing her as she appeared within a room of stone. A pool of warmly kept water, sat lonesome in the center. It was to this pool that Marasia went, that still satisfied, nearly ecstatic grin upon her lips.
Into the pool her bare foot stepped as she walked deeper into its depths. She drew back her hand, clasping them together as if into prayer, as her beloved's seed spilled out from within her, mixing and swirling into the water. She began to submerge herself, drifting atop the surface of the pool, her hair spreading all around her.
Through a breath-filled gasp of air, she whispered into the air. "My children... The seed of your father." A gleeful grin, over a pool of pearling eggs.