Autumn Hill left a Prairieland ICE facility protest before it turned violent. She was still sentenced to 50 years as part of Trump's war on
They're sending a trans woman to prison for life over the fact that she attended an anti-ICE protest where a cop died (she had already left the protest when the 'violence' started)
The seduction campaign has started! Deploy the diplomats!
While Telemon deals with his Inquisitor, Benjarmin and Naël get to go around the system meeting important nobles to try to get their support to make their chapter official. And step one, of course : Mind the first impressions!
These are suggested for serving to recovering alcoholics, but I think they’re just fun and cool anyway? I like a fancy beverage, it doesn’t have to have booze. That cucumber Collins sounds refreshing AF
Well well well. Would you look at that. Almost out of toilet paper. It’s a good thing I noticed. Because my husband WOULDNT and would leave me STRANDED FOREVER
Been extremely nervous lately because we’re gonna have to move in a few months and I must remind myself I am not alone and can actually discuss things with my husband
Kismet had always heard that every Blood Angel had some form of connection to Sanguinius. He'd heard that they could feel his sorrow, his agony, that his death had scarred even those born centuries after his death. Yet, even when kneeling before an altar of his likeness, he felt nothing. Even when he squeezed his eyes shut and folded his hands while trying to direct every thought to the Primarch, there was no pull.
It scared him. He was already an abomination, his blood was as thick with the seed of Sanguinius as it was with that of Angron, it made him worry that Angron's pull, his corruption, was residing deep within him, that he was neglected the Angel's mercy due to some evil that was written into his DNA. It didn't help that he sought comfort in the training cages.
There was relief to be found pushing himself. It grounded him, and he liked to pretend it would prepare him for actual battle, but that simply wasn't true. This was just to soothe him. He helped Gunnar break up a few fights between matches, and worked himself until too battered and sore to think more on whatever troubled him.
He grimaced as he rubbed his side, prodding at the dark red bruise that was forming under his ribs while he sat in the empty changing room, "Kismet?" A voice called.
When he turned he was greeted by the sight of a Blood Angel chaplain wrapped in dark robes, with large, dun wings protruding from his back, "Oh, brother Nephil,I…I was just…" He couldn't bring himself to lie and his lips formed into a tight line as he looked down sheepishly.
"Punishing yourself, again." Nephil sighed as he approached, "Even if its not direct harm, you still hurt yourself, all for what?" He reached up to grab the back of his neck and tug him down.
Kismet swallowed, unable to meet his dark red eyes, "I-"
"Hush. If you want to refocus, I can think of other techniques."
The implication was obvious. He pressed his hand to his lips before strong arms wrapped around his middle, "Techniques is such a pretty way of putting 'fucked within an inch of yer life', Chaplain." A pair of bearded lips pressed to his upper back.
Oh. Oh no.
Rough hands traced up his sides and he swallowed, "Sveki, we're in the changing room!" He whispered, but the Space Wolf just grinned as he groped Kismet's pecs.
"Won't stop me from havin' a snack, can smell yer wantin', pup."
Kismet's cheeks turned bright red, and Nephil smiled, "How about we take you to your room, hm? It's not far, and we could use the privacy..~" His handsome, bronzed face broke into a smirk as he winked.
An involuntary gasp left Kismet as Sveki pinched his nipples and tugged, "Ah!" He covered his mouth, "L-let's just be quick then." He pulled away, and the two obediently followed as he threw his tunic on and power walked to his quarters, thankful no one was around to see as the three slipped into his quarters.
Nephil sat on the bed, tugging Kismet so his back was against his chest, brushing his lips over his neck, "So sweet…I can't stand how you keep punishing yourself for the crime of existing."
Sveki made a sound of agreement as he slipped down between Kismet's legs, placing gentle kisses to the flesh of both thighs. His fur-covered robes tickled as he leaned in and tugged Kismet's undergarments aside, a rumbling chuckle leaving his chest, "Look at ye, bet I could fit my cock in ya as is." He teased as he rubbed his fingers through the drenched folds, licking them clean before pressing his protruding, crooked nose against Kismet's tdick as he began to lap at him.
The Chaplain's warm hands cupped his pecs, fangs dragging over his neck as his wings wrapped around all three of them, as if to shield them from prying eyes. It was hard for him to keep up, groaning and blushing as he tried to hold still. He had accidentally broken Sveki's nose the first time the Wolf went down on him, not that Sveki cared, but Kismet felt sick at the idea of hurting him.
"There we go, good boy. Just relax Kismet, just like that."
The feeling of fangs sinking into his neck and fingers pinching his nipples and rolling them made him whimper as his thighs were pushed further apart, Sveki grunting and huffing as he licked, sucking on his folds. Neph moaned as he fed from him, continuing to grope and fondle him as Sveki slide two fingers in, curling them. Kismet was so sensitive that the brief oral already made him feel close to cumming, and the fingers rubbing inside him pushed him over the edge, his thighs trembling as he restrained the urge to slam them shut.
Nephil lapped at the bleeding wound, pressing bloodied kisses to his neck and shoulder, "Sveki, do you think you could work him until he can take both of us?" He asked.
That…was oh. Kismet whimpered as Sveki groaned in agreement, taking his tdick into his mouth as he began to nurse it gently. His fingers scissored and stretched, and he soon added a third. The intrusion was intense, but it also felt so good. He wanted more, and he wanted it now as Sveki pistoned his fingers in and out. The wet sounds filled the room, and Kismet briefly felt Nephil move, his wings spreading and awkwardly moving before Sveki reluctantly pulled away.
The youngest of the three was manhandled onto his side, his neck and jaw kissed as Nephil spooned him. Sveki stripped and laid in front of him, rubbing his cock against Kismet's cunt. Nephil adjust his harness as he guided the ridged dildo he'd chosen into Kismet with one practiced thrust.
Kismet gasped as Sveki bullied his way inside, kissing his throat as his cunt clenched around the pair of cocks that were now rubbing against each other, moaning loudly as his thigh was grabbed and lifted, stretching him to his absolute limit. The two continued to fuck into him, Sveki sucking marks into Kismet's chest while Nephil pinched his tdick and bit another spot on his neck.
Sveki pulled back and howled as he came, none of them considering how loud they might be. Nephil's hand tangled in his hair and yanked his head back as he dug his fangs in deep, the blood loss minimal for an Astartes but paired with the arousal, it made him dizzy. Sveki pulled back with a wet 'pop', drooling and wild-eyed, "I think Imma put a baby in ye, get ya round and stuck with me." He purred.
The idea swirled in his mind as he clenched tighter, eyes rolled back as he screamed,the sound guttural as he came, thighs trembling. His head was shoved into the pillow as he felt Sveki cum inside of him, making a further mess of him.
Nephil continued drinking deeply, shoving fingers into Kismet's mouth, "Hush, can't have anyone thinking we're tearing you apart." He soothed.
But you are.
He was so full, and despite how much larger than he was than the two, he was completely at their mercy. The two kept fondling him, and Sveki kept pumping him full of cum until he could feel streams of cums drooling down his thighs and onto the sheets.
Both of them pulled out, and Kismet felt so empty as Nephil pulled his fingers from his mouth, rubbing his back, his wings covering them again as he trilled and nuzzled Kismet before pulling away and grabbing a stashed medical kit. He sat on the bed and Sveki held Kismet up while Nephil tended his wounds as tenderly as he could. Kismet accepted a drink of water as his body began to recover, "Ah…I think…I feel better now.." He mumbled softly.
I think it is more Wile e coyote and Road Runner and I am the cunning and quick road runner and Gisa is the evil meanies coyote who could never catch me because I am pure of heart.
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