Michael took in the whispers of the Chalice. The power behind them was too strong to fight directly, but these maddening whispers were all too similar to the voices that plagued him each night, only this wasn't a language he understood. Friends, lovers, enemies, the men and women he'd killed and saved. He'd resigned himself to the fact that he'd hear all of them for all of his days. As such, this was only one more voice in that fray.
After about half a minute, the girl pulled the Chalice away, leaving the immortal to shudder.
"By the Four Divines, or was it five? No matter, that was rather...confusing," Michael admits, "Like listening to an Orthosian rock band playing a cover of an old minstrel song. Trust me, I've heard that kind of stuff myself, and I heard the original song they were covering too. The instruments are just incompatible. But you understand that being, don't you?"
Then her frown turns into a pained grimace.
"Ah, too early?" Michael asks with a sigh, "Well, come on, then, let's hear what it wants to tell me."
The pressure continued to build in the teen's loins as Adjutor continued his ministrations, Ann all but screaming on top of him to the satisfaction of some previously dormant part of his mind.
...Did we really want this?
Any further thoughts the teen might have had on this topic were shattered as the teen felt something prod his mind before flooding it with the purest pleasure. At the same time, Ann's fingers dug into him, likely hard enough to draw blood, but it wouldn't be a problem.
Any questions that the teen might have had were swept away as the suddenly doubled pleasure tore through him, the pressure building further and further until, finally, after managing to withstand the increased pleasure for a fair amount of time for someone of his experience, the walls broke and the teen locked up completely, locking hips against Ann as his length throbbed once, twice, three times as he emptied himself out into her. The teen collapsing soon after, winded, but not completely exhausted.