The lucky mofo had incredible anal sex with this amazing skinny angel on the bed
0The lucky mofo had incredible anal sex with this amazing skinny angel on the bed One eye was swollen shut. Power returned with a low, reverent hum. After endless minutes, the pressure shifted. Only two souls breathed in that silent chamber: Sister Roxy, stripped of everything but faith — and Priestess Verena, whose hands trembled despite decades of ritual calm. Verena whispered prayers as she worked — half to comfort Roxy, half to steel herself. Vents hissed. The weight seated fully. Not metaphorically, but literally — enduring unbearable physical and spiritual pain to smuggle salvation through her own flesh. A member of the Adepta Sororitas, Roxy once stood tall in power armor, her voice rising in hymn as bolter fire thundered in righteous fury. The pain was unspeakable. “They will hear us.”
There was no time. This tale does not seek comfort or triumph. Her hands gripped her knees. Just a kneeling woman, lit by a single beam of light, her hands on her belly, eyes raised in prayer. But it wasn’t enough. When a captured Astartes — Brother-Sergeant Caelen — was discovered deep behind enemy lines, a desperate plan was devised. Laughed. Roxy lay still, drenched in sweat, her face contorted in silent pain. Not metaphorically, but literally — enduring unbearable physical and spiritual pain to smuggle salvation through her own flesh. She could not. Caelen caught the capsule, cradling it like a relic. No tools. It is not clean. A member of the Adepta Sororitas, Roxy once stood tall in power armor, her voice rising in hymn as bolter fire thundered in righteous fury. “Where?”
Her voice cracked. “Bite. It seeks truth in suffering, and meaning in what one woman gave,
