The words hung in the air like a storm waiting to break.
The learnt new truly took Adam.by suprise, that much was evident.
"A Mass."
Adam murmured, his voice low as he clutched Echidna’s journal, its weight grounding him in the dim glow of the library’s towering shelves.
His golden eyes flicked back to the page, rereading the entry as if it might reveal more than it already had.
"A gathering of the Monster Lords, called by the king himself."
His mind churned, piecing together fragnts of lessons from years past, when Echidna’s voice had filled these very halls.
"I rember her drilling this into during those late-night theory sessions."
He said, a bit to himself, and to Morgana, who slithered close, her violet eyes wide with curiosity.
"Mother has also thought what a Mass is, and what it ans when one is called. A Mass is a big deal, a eting of the Monster Lords, summoned by the king’s command. It’s when they hamr out new laws for our world, settle disputes, or shift the balance of power, so yeah it is so pretty serious stuff."
Adam nodded in agreent, as he followed up the conversation.
"Yeah, topic wise, they are considered a stuff of legend, since according to history, the last ti a Gathering of The Lords was more than six hundred and fifty years ago. But the mythology aside, from what Echidna wrote."
He gestured at the journal, his fingers brushing the leather cover.
"It sounds like this one is about more than new just laws. A demotion and a promotion? That is quite huge, it would an both the death of a Lord, and birth of a new one."
When he think about this, his jaw tightened, as his mind began to race in equal asure as he stared at the page.
"It kind of irks to say this, but if what I’m reading is right, it’s not just any demotion. They’re talking about replacing one of the thirteen Monster Lords. In hindsight, I really don’t give a shit."
His voice dropped, a flicker of worry crossing his face.
"But I just hope it is not Minerva. If it is, I am gonna have to pull off sothing damn near impossible to protect her seat."
He paused, his gaze distant, then he let out a dry laugh.
"Hahaha... my life is never easy these days, but this is most definitely a topic of great concern. And to think Echidna’s been plotting to dethrone her own son this whole ti, grooming to take his place as the epicenter of creation. That is one hell of a surprise, but I won’t complain to potential power."
Said Adam
But right after, he snapped Echidna’s journal shut, the leather cover thudding softly in the quiet of the great library.
"I guess I will put this back, hopefully Echidna doesn’t notice our prying."
He said out aloud, after all, he has gotten what he ca for, maybe more than he had bargained for.
But he still got wanted.
With a slow exhale, he slid the journal back onto the desk, right where he had found it, and content’s of the words were burned into his mind now.
Monts after, he turned his attention to Morgana, who was watching him with wide eyes, her tail coiled tightly patiently waiting for her Master’s next orders.
And they ca soon indeed.
"Sigh!... Let’s get out of here Morgana."
"We’ve got what we needed."
Morgana nodded, in agreent with Adam, as replied by saying.
"As you wish Master. Lead the way."
Monts after, the two retraced their steps through the labyrinthine sanctum, the air growing lighter as they left the depths of Echidna’s inner Sanctums behind.
The glowing runes on the walls dimd and lessens in numbers, their signatures fading as Adam and Morgana moved upward through the maze.
The statues of the ancient Kings of Monsters lood ca out of view.
As move, his mind went on everything he has gathered, but for better for worst, at least for his own sanity atleast.
He shook his head, pushing the thoughts of his gained knowledge aside.
There would be ti to wrestle with that later.
For now, he needed to clear his head, to process the implications of the upcoming Mass and what it ant for him, and potentially for Minerva ad well.
As they passed through the outer sanctums, the familiar faces of the Lamia guardians greeted them once more.
The erald-scaled one, Tatara-Ol-gree a strange na by human standards, but as Adam passed she flicked her tongue in a playful salute.
"Leaving so soon, Lord Adam?"
She teased, her lodic voice carrying a hint of invitation.
"The pits are still warm if you change your mind on wanting a later service."
Adam flashed her a grin, his usual charm slipping back into place despite the worry on his shoulder’s.
"Tempting, but I’ve got enough on my plate. For that my answer remains the sa Tatara. Next ti we shall play, but for now I am afraid I still have things to deal with."
"Hmmm, well worth a try, either way, enjoy the rest of your stay here."
"Will do."
Adam said he walked pass her, but as he walked, he ca in contact with yet another familiar face.
It was the sa Lamia as before, it would seem she had just returned from the pits given her extrely satisfied expression.
The ruby-scaled Lamia from earlier slithered into view.
"Lord Adam, little parasite."
She said, greeting, the two as she passed
As things where it was clear she was high on pleasure, and still blind by the fogs of pleasure.
Morgana shot her a mock glare, her tail swishing possessively.
"Man I hate that bitch."
"Hahaha... Well she is a high Lamia, it’s no suprise she doesn’t acknowledge you as does ."
"...I hope she enjoys her position of strength while it last, still that Lamia is one serious whore. I see her co here every night to get fuck. Still I find it weird, I have never seen her pregnant before."
"Hmmm, an infertile Lamia, now that is sothing I wasn’t expecting."
"I don’t know much about it, but I think she is variant."
"I see, so she is one of the unique, how fascinating."
Adam comnted, but right after she ca out of sight, Adam spoke.
"Well, let get going."
"Mhmm."
Morgan nod her head in agreent, as the two make it back out to the outer Sanctum.
The passages widened, and the air grew warr, thicker, until the distant moans of the breeding pits filtered back into their ears.
And familiar pink mist flood them.
They were close now, back to the chaotic heart of Echidna’s domain.
They erged into the cavernous expanse of the Breeding Pits, the air heavy with the scent of musk and the rhythmic sounds of indulgence.
Below, the scene unfolded in vivid, unapologetic detail, Lamia writhed together, their scales glinting in the crystal light, bodies intertwined in a dance of primal need.
So coiled around each other, their movents fluid and hypnotic, while others beckoned to unseen partners, their voices a chorus of low, sultry hisses.
The sight was raw, and unfiltered.
"There is a lot of girl here today, and not such much male, hah?!"
Adam said with a perverted smile.
"Do you like girl on girl play master."
"Of course I do, it’s so fucking hot. Well I like it when I am present at least, even better if two girls are rubbing my prick between their lips, upstairs and downstairs."
Adam stood at the edge, his golden eyes taking it all in, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. It was a lot, always had been, but he had grown used to the pits shaless display of lust and the intensity over the years.
Morgana, however, seed to feel the atmosphere more keenly. She slithered closer, her hand brushing against his thigh before finding his hardening length through his trousers.
Her fingers wrapped around him, stroking slowly, deliberately, as her violet eyes flicked up to et his.
"Feeling a bit... inspired now Master?"
She whispered in Adams ears, as her voice had teasing tone to it, as she pressed herself closer, her bountiful chest grazing his arm.
The warmth of her touch cut through the chaos of his thoughts, grounding him in the mont.
Adam let out a low chuckle, his gaze still fixed on the writhing forms below.
"Let’s just say I could use a way to blow off so steam."
He said, his voice rough with a mix of stress and desire.
The news of Echidna’s journal, the looming Mass, the threat to Minerva, it was all too much to carry without a release to think straight at the mont.
As such he turned to Morgana, his eyes darkening with intent, and in one swift motion, he scooped her up into his arms, cradling her in a princess carry.
To Adam she was as light as a feather.
Her serpentine lower half dangled on the floor, as it began curling in surprise as she let out a delighted squeak.
"Master!"
She giggled, her arms looping around his neck, her face inches from his.
"Where are we going?"
"Sowhere private."
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