Sanctum of Flesh, Citadel of Eldros
The doors sealed behind Lies with a heavy, moaning groan of ancient stone making her flinch. The sanctum pulsed with heat and silence—a silence thick enough to wrap around her thighs and crawl up between them. It wasn't just warm. The air was humid, saturated with something older than scent: magic steeped in lust, pressure, hunger. The walls themselves dripped faintly with condensation, like the stone was sweating in anticipation.
She stepped barefoot across the obsidian floor, the fine gold-threaded silks she wore brushing against her thighs—pointless, ceremonial, and sheer. It covered nothing. Every inch of her skin was laid bare to the unseen eyes of the gods who watched from above—or the creature sleeping ahead.
There, in the center of the room, w
