Chapter 87: Technique Acquired
"Oh, oh goddess, YES!"
Grace curled her fingers just the way Diana had taught her, and the woman beneath her practically convulsed. Two hours since her session with Lina, and here she was, knuckle-deep in a baker named Marta, a woman with tits big enough to make even Mara look flat-chested.
And Grace was stunned at one particular thought:
[This is... actually getting easier.]
Not just from a physical or technical perspective. But, rather, it was becoming less embarrassing.
Grace watched Marta’s face as she came, the way her eyes rolled back and her mouth formed a perfect O.
... There was some fun in this, Grace realized. Making someone else lose control while staying perfectly in command.
Marta’s giant boobs heaved as she gasped for air, her whole body twitching.
"That was... incredible," she panted. She looked up at Grace like she’d just seen the face of Eternia herself (which, in a certain way, she was). "Do all angels know how to do that?"
"It’s part of our training," Grace said with a confidence that would have been unthinkable just days ago. She wasn’t even blushing anymore. What the hell?
She wiped her fingers on the blanket and stood up, adjusting her robes. A week ago, the thought of finger-fucking strange women would have made her die of embarrassment. Now she was just thinking about who would be number three.