砰!——薇薇安·德席尔瓦 (vivianne desilva) 在被内射之前先在阴茎上喷射液体。
But she couldn’t. They just wanted to get out. Her eyes watered from agony and tears rolled down her cheeks. Sofia’s scream tore through silence. I was there.”
Cratt turned his head away, his expression unreadable. Vendric was a towering figure, a hulking brute of a man with a deep voice and an intimidating presence. Sofia’s scream tore through silence. At 24 years old, Sofia was a young woman by the standards of the Imperium, but her experiences had already sculpted her into something much more. “We’re almost there!” Sofia shouted, her breath coming in quick bursts as they reached the access panel leading into the vents. With her teeth she tore off her combat glove, and she grabbed a handful of slime that was all around. His massive frame loomed over Sofia and Cratt, his expression grim. To her, the vast expanse of the warship was a second home, every vent, every passageway, every compartment etched into her mind. Vendric and Cratt held her. The lights flickered, casting eerie shadows across the walls, and the ship’s automated alarms blared to life, warning of an imminent breach in the warp engine’s containment. They had no time to waste. It was her sharp mind, unwavering loyalty to the Emperor, and unrelenting drive to survive that truly set her apart. “But we need to move. The ship was coming apart at the seams, the twisting, unearthly energies of the warp leaking through the hull and tearing at the fabric of reality itself. I couldn’t stop it,” she mouthed. ***
The ship was no longer just a vessel—it was a tomb wrapped in steel, humming faintly with an unnatural resonance.
