The mutant

Druuna was standing in water that now reached half-way up her thighs, standing on a new set of stairs which led up out of the water, but which soon turned into a flat concrete floor.
The room seemed to be empty.
Stepping out of the water and up onto the floor, Druuna noticed a cloaked figure appear on her right, standing on top of a new set of stairs, these only half a dozen steps or so.
The cloak was the only garment that the figure wore, and it was draped over the figure’s shoulders, leaving the front of its body bare, while its arms were under the cloak.
It was clear that it was a male of a rather muscular build, even though he held his left arm so that the cloak covered his genitals.

“Welcome. I have been waiting for you.” The figure said, its face hidden under the hooded cloak.
“Come, follow me.” The man said and turned round, slowly walking away.
Unable to think of anything good to say, Druuna stumbled out of the water and followed the mysterious man up the stairs and down a corridor filled with rubble.
“You needn’t be afraid of contagion here.” The man assured Druuna. “Thank to my efforts, we have no contact with the lower levels. It’s perfectly safe here.”
“Who…who are you?” Druuna finally managed to stutter to the man.
As a response, the man turned to face Druuna, and used his right hand to pull down his hood.

His face clearly told Druuna that the man wasn’t fully human, above a straight nose sat a pair of eyes which were completely white, lacking both an iris and a pupil.
The man was completely bald, with not a single strand of air on his head or on his chin.
“My name is simply “The Mutant” and I am the product of generations of careful breeding conducted over several generations.”
“Why did you send for me? Do you know something about me?” Druuna asked, having regained her senses she was curious as to what she was doing there.
“Yes, I know that you are Shastar’s companion. And we need your help. That’s why I’ve asked you to come here.” The Mutant replied as he motioned for Druuna to step inside a large room, dominated by an old statue of a head with several thick cables running out from it.

As they approached the statue, The Mutant pointed at it.
“This very ancient sculpture represents the so-called “Master”: it was made many years ago, maybe by the first mutants, which hid at the higher levels. That is all I know of it, everything else concerning it has long been forgotten.”
The sat down below the statue, leaning against its fundament, while Druuna sat down in front of him, facing the odd-looking stone-monument.
As the Mutant sat down, his cloak fell back, exposing his crotch.
Despite her confusion and unease over the entire situation, Druuna couldn’t help but to look for a few seconds at the Mutant’s long, semi-limp cock, which rested against his right thigh, pre-cum oozing out of its pisshole.
Deciding that this wasn’t the best of time for such things, Druuna looked back up at the Mutant, who faintly smiled at Druuna’s reaction.