Amunet groaned first, Thi Lan a half second after, and Grey felt both of them shift against him at once. The sounds were soft and cute, but Grey had a feeling that they were about to be very much not that very soon.
Grey shut his eyes.
"Lord, take the wheel," he mumbled. "I was not here. I was not here. I repeat, I was not here."
It seemed the angel lady was having an effect on him. Who knew, maybe prayer would work. There had to be a reason why the gods of this world kept gaping his asshole like this.
The two slowly regained their bearings. He could hear it happening, so maybe he wasn't as focused on his prayer as he should have been. That would certainly explain why the gods were not listening to him and sending him halfway across the world.
He felt the breathing change, the rhythm shift. Then came the hair sliding from across his chest and the very much still pointed nipples gliding against his skin.
