Dr. Juliana Jones squatted in front of the altar. The idol glinted in the beam of sunlight coming through one of the many holes in the old temple. The interior of the dark stone temple was lit only by sunbeams, one of them directly lighting the idol, reflecting golden light. Stone motifs of flowers and animals adorned the walls.

For years, she had hunted for this temple and the idol. Many false leads, expeditions, and failed attempts had led to this point. Now, finally, she had found it.

Cautiously, she reached for the idol. Shaped as a phallus, it was in the shrine of the goddess Xochiquetzal. The weight told her it was solid gold, heavy in her hands, and surprisingly warm.

Her face flushed with heat. Her nipples became erect, and she felt arousal run through her.

As if someone was speaking to her, she knew what the nature of the idol was. Possession of it would compel the person to sit at the altar as guardian of Xochiquetzal’s realm. She was given the choice to accept or replace the idol. There was a flicker of hesitation, but she quickly made her decision.

The heat of the idol radiated through her hands, up her arms, and into the rest of her body.

Feeling the call of the idol, she responded. Holding it in one hand, afraid to let it go, she scrambled to remove her clothes. The button-down khaki shirt, revealing her small breasts, and hard nipples. The khaki shorts covered her practical cotton underwear. The heat from the idol had reached her pussy, and she yanked the underwear down, exposing herself to the temple.