"Shit! They are here," Gretel shoved Michael to the side, to hide him. She quickly tugged him towards her and stationed herself before him. She watched from the tiny hole as the men from Bel-Monks entered the church. They were all armed.
Michael wasn't even thinking about the mess going on as he wrapped his arms around Gretel's waist, startling her in the process.
"What are you doing?" She asked in a hushed voice and tried to get his arms off her, but he only tightened them.
He shifted his lips to her ear, halting her. "Stay quiet, don't move," He whispered huskily.
Gretel noticed the changes in his lower part. No, this can't be happening. "W-what are you doing?" She whispered, shutteredly. She moved away from him slowly, but he pulled her back to him. Moaning in the process.
"I'm doing nothing, Gretella, you're doing something, so stop it." He warned.
"But I'm not," She denied and moved her butt on his crotch, making a sound out of him.
