The warmth - It<em>filled</em>her, coursed through her like a living thing~! Layla's wordless gasped pulsed from her lips, muffled by the warm suction of her full lips around the Finger...Even as she felt hands, strong, powerful, masculine hands, fondling her, caressing her, spreading her tight, tight pussy - Her eyes squeezing shut as she *felt* something pressing again her, about to claim her~!<br/><br/>And then - the vivid sense-memories blossomed in her mind~! The cold press of the stone altar...A fleeting glimpse of her husband - Overwhelmed by a more primal sensation entirely, flat on her back, her gaze going up, up, wrists testing the chains that bound her...Her mouth going dry, her eyes caught, and *held*, but the shape that loomed over her; A taut "Nnnn~" purring from the very core of her being, a shivery gasp of heady anticipation and trepidation at once...<br/><br/>When the Finger slipped from her mouth and clattered to the ground, a whimper - A "No~!" - pulsed from her silky throat...Layla's knees buckling beneath her, as she leaned against the altar for support - Already groping for it, her head spinning~!<br/><br/>She hadn't - She<em>couldn't</em>resist. The vision she'd just glimpsed had been so extraordinarily vivid, so real, enough to make her creamy skin glisten with heat, her body tingling with ghost sensation as a single thought crossed her mind...<br/><br/><em>Send me back~</em><br/><br/>"Haaa, haaaa-" Layla's hazy pants pulsed in the air, as her slim fingers curled around the relic; her honey-blonde hair forming a golden halo across the stone, as she lay flat on her back...In perfect mimicry of the vision she'd just glimpsed! Her emerald eyes - Now almost the same shade as the light that pulsed in the chamber - were ever-so-slightly glazed, her long, long lashes fluttering as her mind focused on the perverted images she'd seen...Images which were so tantalizingly<em>close</em>...<br/><br/><em>"Please~"</em>she whimpered, her voice low, husky - Not knowing who she was talking to,<em>praying</em>to...Or perhaps her words were addressed to the Finger she held, her lissome legs spreading; Her breath coming faster, faster, as she pressed the tip of the Finger to her silken folds -<em>"Nnnn, *nnnn* - Please~"</em><br/><br/>...And sank it home.<br/><br/>Her back arched - Her cry of pleasure pulsing in the air, the faint<em>schlllttt</em>of penetration echoing in her ears...Her heels pushing against the ground, as she let the light<em>into</em>her...A rush of heady exulation and piquant guilt surging through her at once!