Whatever warning Cock was going to give, he shrank away and cowered like a frightened kitten as Layna dislodged his shoddy barricade. Cock couldn't help but watch worried for such a nice mistress, his cock again poking out as he reacted to the sight of her tight, curvy body naturally. The poor creature would have done anything if she asked it of him, including everything she might never ask of her husband! If only his spine was as big and thick, Layna was alone with no idea what she was getting herself into. She could still sense the magic up above her, and it almost seemed to make the coat of slime on her thighs tingle as the door creaked open.<br/><br/>The spiral staircase continued, once again each step holding a progressive story that didn't make much sense to a priestess long trained on reading wholesome frescos, not the vile and obscene things depicted under her feet. Phallic monsters, women postured and posed to welcome them, the two coming together, and...<br/><br/>The story ended, the broken door at the top swung open almost from Layna breathing on it, and there in the center of a small, circular room was an altar. The glass had shattered and bricks boarding up what must have been a lighthouse and beacon ages ago, what might have saved her ship and expedition had the light from the strange relic could just escape. The 'Finger' almost hummed aloud against her ears, and the wetness between her legs, and radiated a pleasant but tingling warmth of green light. But it was enormous for a finger, resembling Cock's cock, and not just in size. And though some etching could be seen resembling the knuckles and nail of a finger, the weathering of years (or purpose?) had shaped it into something else, something almost... naughty!