He was nothing if not obedient. Well, perhaps one other thing too, which bulged out against Cock's rags even bigger than before. Or was it just the new perspective Layna had having fallen to her knees? The tip trembled as it nestled atop her bosom between each surging pulse that lifted the organ to scratch her chin with his tunic, dabbing it with an obvious wet spot that hadn't been there earlier. And if his dribble had made her thighs buckle, this new scent was far more potent. It was no poison, certainly nothing a cleric of Layna's stature and grace couldn't resist, but then<em>what</em>was a creature named cock bred for, exactly? Such a vulgar word, had Layna ever spoken it before?<br/><br/>Cock shrunk back and raised his arms instinctively when she fell, but didn't cower back as though he'd be punished further for that. But when no slap came he lowered his hands and looked at Layna cautiously. She had a look he'd known all his life, and out of instinct rather than craving he reached out and pinched her exposed nipple as though it were the polite thing to do. Surely that's what she'd meant to ask, and he didn't want to be punished for taking so long.<br/><br/>Tight between his forefinger and thumb, her nipple rolled over the sharp bumps of his knuckles while scratching against the hard skin pulled tight between them. The feel was like a cat's tongue lapping hard and eager for milk, and with each circle the pointed nail of his thumb grazed into her areola.<br/><br/>"Shipwre...?" he asked idly, averting his eyes onto her breast in shame, not understanding what she meant. This was all he knew, a life of servitude on an island. At least Layna hadn't hit him like the queens. A flash of lightning from outside however made him jump back, crouch and bury his head between his knees, and cover his face. "Th-they're watching! Always! Forgive me!" he shrieked, panicking before he scrambled on his three legs to a corner as far away from the blocked door as he could. Whatever magic source Layna had sensed, Cock seemed especially sensitive to - was he the one who blocked up the door with furniture, thinking he could block whatever it was from finding him?