"I felt it." Mirin's eyes met mine. "When she touched me, I felt you. Through her. Like a warmth. Like a pulse. Like something calling to me from far away." Her hand squeezed my cock. "And then you arrived. And the pulse became a thunder."
I looked at her. Average face. Average body. Glasses. Ponytail. The kind of woman who would disappear in a crowd. But her eyes — those sharp, intelligent, fever-bright eyes — were anything but average. They were the eyes of a zealot. A true believer.
"Go on the bed," I said.
She stood. "As you say, my Lord."
"Remove."
