The first inch flashed memories of her husband, that time when he brawled with a pirate that had been fingering her under the table while everyone drank at the bar. Though blindingly drunk, it was a rare moment of unbridled manliness in him, though he was knocked out quick leaving just Layna and a smug pirate together, alone. Her husband didn't even recall the night, but for Layna it was long and exhausting, and so guilty! But also...<br/><br/>The second inch was harder, the first knuckle on the finger a natural bulge in thickness that Layna had to overcome along with her guilt if she wanted more. And such girth wouldn't have gone in easy - the pirate certainly didn't - but something about Cock's salve seeping into her thigh, up her legs, and...<em>inside</em>her pussy as if drawn in by the finger eased the way. And as it popped through her tight folds Layna felt a shock along her spine and another flash of light. This time she felt cold stone against her face, though she was currently on her back. When her dream self turned a huge hand crashed against her face and pressed it back to the wall. Her hands were pulled high in chains, and her hips raunchily curved and lifted as a mysterious cock shoved inside.<br/><br/>This wasn't her body, her body could never take something so big and gnarled in one swift thrust! And she'd never had it so rough, not with her husband at least, and yet there was only crippling pleasure that made her dream body buckle, and if not for the cock spearing her against the wall and the chains pulling her wrists tight she'd collapse. What were these visions? They reminded her of those depraved murals. Was this a memory, or was it happening somewhere on this island right now? Or... was it the future, a premonition of what may yet happen to Layna if she didn't find her companions?<br/><br/>Maybe a third inch would give her more to see, but all of a sudden her wet dreams went dark, and the finger slipped out wth a loud pop. There between her legs stood Cock, hugging the relic with a cold sweat on his sloped brow. "Lady, no!" he shouted, jumping off the altar and backing away slowly.