Princess of the Savage Lands by Aury Jay & Clover Amanda

Author:Aury, Jay & Clover, Amanda
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-06-28T00:00:00+00:00

The Mask of Domination

It was not a short nor easy path out of the depths, but Scholozar moved confidently through the darkness, his steps eerily silent even though he wore the boots of a dead man. Limeria struggled to keep up with the transformed old one. She could still feel him inside her. His strange cock. His clawed hands squeezing her breasts. She was so lost in such recent memories that she walked into the back of the man as he stopped at a precipice. She nearly knocked him into some sort of drainage sump.

“Ssss! Mind where you step, warmblood,” the disguised lizard man muttered.

She cursed herself. She had to remain focused. This Petros was not a man to underestimate. Not when she was so close to her goal.

“Listen,” said Scholozar, cocking his head to the side. “Do you hear?”

She strained and caught the distant thumping of drums, almost like the beating of a heart. Scholozar leaned out over the sump and into a high cylindrical chamber.

“Up there,” he rasped, “is the ritual chamber. There he uses his mask to dominate and control. He playsssss at being a king, but with that mask, he will soon be so in fact.”

“It’s that powerful?” Limeria said.

Scholozar glanced back at her, and again she saw the gleam of his slitted pupils. “Among you warmbloods? Perhapssss. Ah,” he said almost wistfully. “How innocent your kind are of true power, and its black costs. But come. We climb. We get your mask.”

Before she could ask how they were supposed to climb up the sheer walls, Scholozar had swung out and begun the scale the wall like a lizard, his fingers once more claws with which he pulled himself up between slimy brickwork. Limeria was not about to be shown up by the old one. She grabbed the slime-softened mortar between two bricks and pulled herself up behind him, using Scholozar’s claw-marks to make it easier on her human fingers, deftly scaling the wall behind him.

It was a long, exhausting climb. The drumbeat grew louder with each handhold she passed. Near the top, the ceiling reverberated with the thudding sound, echoing in her bones as if to knock her off her perch by sheer vibration. There seemed to be nowhere to go, but Scholozar slipped into a narrow shaft and began to crawl. Limeria joined him, pressing in against his back and finally emerging into a warm, torchlit chamber. They were hidden by a billowing curtain, beyond the part of the room lit by the torches.

The torches were being held in a perimeter by bare-chested women with their blank faces painted white like skulls. Their bodies were oiled and they stood upright and at attention. Interspersed among these women were guards armed with spears and wearing red cloaks and similar skull paint. A rank of drummers crouched behind this line, rhythmically pounding on their instruments.

Within the perimeter of masked attendees was a gilded throne occupied by none other than Petros. He wore a mask of jade

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