The lightning subsided so that Cock's sobbing overtook the drizzle outside, but that also stopped when Layna raised her voice. Though far kinder than any he may have known, the poor creature flinched and covered his head at the tone of voice before slacking his shoulders and turning back towards the cleric. Looking subservient on his knees, he glued his eyes to the ground between his knees already occupied by something obscene.<br/><br/>There was the dirty organ violating Layna's pale, pure skin earlier. A clear drop drooled from the gnarled, fleshy tip to pool around the head when it drooped and laid soft on the floor. The cleric could smell it still from there, and feel it burn and tingle on the inside of her thighs. As long and as thick as one of Cock's short, emaciated thighs, it had no business being so robust - larger than her husband's easily - for such a weak looking owner. Every half second a quick surge from his small heart made Cock's cock jump and dance between his knees, making it impossible to tell if he was going soft or if Cock was just waiting for Layna's order to grow hard to roll off her lips.<br/><br/>"D-depps," he stuttered, unable to articulate as well as Layna. She could see his tongue roll awkwardly in his mouth, and with how round and thick it looked something told her it wasn't there so the creature could talk. "Storage and... tunnel. Cock fled palace through tunnel, Good Lady."<br/><br/>He winced after, struggling only a short moment before forcing himself to continue. It was his new mistress's order. "Above, the King's Finger," he quickly mumbled, glancing away from the barred door that Cock himself must have barricaded. "King sees... feels everything."