Gale let out another cry, closer to a scream, and writhed. A snarl came to his lips as Vayu roared with anger at the penetration.

"M-Michael!" he gasped. Was it supposed to be like this? The other things Michael had done were so pleasurable, but this was downright uncomfortable. But Michael didn't bear him any ill will that Gale could see, and this was certainly not any kind of fighting style.

He had to assume it would get better.