Chapter 96: Expert Assistance
The forest was eerily quiet by the time Grace trudged back to camp, muscles screaming from hours of practice. She felt like she’d managed to polish up her skills, which had been the point, but she wasn’t too sure she’d be able to maintain her newest technique through any potential distractions.
[Maybe I should just stick to my sword tomorrow. Less chance of it disappearing mid-thrust. "Sorry, water goddess, my magical toy just vanished inside you" isn’t exactly smooth.]
As she approached their tent, Grace heard giggles. Multiple giggles. Female giggles. The kind that definitely didn’t come from discussing ancient texts or battle strategies.
[Wait a minute...]
She pushed open the tent flap and froze.
Sure enough, Diana lay sprawled on a pile of bedrolls, gloriously naked as always. But she wasn’t alone. Two blue-robed Choir members were with her—one straddling Diana’s face, her scholarly robes hiked up around her waist, the other riding Diana’s right hand with enthusiastic bounces that made her boobs jiggle with each movement.
The Choir angels didn’t even notice Grace’s entrance, too busy having their brains fucked out to care about audience participation. Diana, however, gave a little wave from between a pair of thighs, like this was a totally normal greeting.
Grace had seen this exact image a number of times, of course. Not with Choir girls, no, but with Alia, Zephyr, and Petriel.
But, this time, now, was the only time she could remember her response being... Jealousy.
"Seriously?" Grace muttered. "I thought you Choir girls were all stuck-up knowledge snobs."
The angel on Diana’s face lifted up just enough to turn toward Grace, her face flushed and sweaty.