Intense And Passionate Lovemaking With My Petite Girlfriend Led Us Both To Climax

Caelen stood over her, full height restored. “Inside. “Are you certain?” Verena asked quietly. They never suspected that deep within her, past layers of bruised and trembling muscle, pulsed the one thing that could awaken a Space Marine’s broken armor and turn him into a weapon again. What she endures is beyond comprehension — and yet utterly human. “You carried it,” Verena whispered, touching her brow with a trembling hand. No tools. The heretics believed she was a captured missionary — a discarded Sister cast off by the Ecclesiarchy. No weapons. The pain was white, all-consuming. Just a kneeling woman, lit by a single beam of light, her hands on her belly, eyes raised in prayer. It seeks truth in suffering, and meaning in what one woman gave, when no one else could.