The condom breaks when I fuck my stepsister

The condom breaks when I fuck my stepsister “Where?”

Her voice cracked. Roxy lay still, her body exhausted, her purpose fulfilled. Roxy sobbed around the belt. It is not clean. The alarms began to scream across the compound. In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, where war consumes entire systems and faith is often the only armor left, there are souls who embody the Imperium’s most harrowing truths. No tools. Not metaphorically, but literally — enduring unbearable physical and spiritual pain to smuggle salvation through her own flesh. They took her without resistance. She had prepared the core, anointed it, warmed it with sacred oils to ease the passage. “Where?”

Her voice cracked. No tools. “You carried it, child.”

Roxy said nothing. Lights flickered. They beat her. “You carried it,” Verena whispered, touching her brow with a trembling hand. It is not glorious. Her entire body resisted — locked up — twisted in silent torment. “You carried the future,” he said. No armor. She did not scream. Her will flickered — but never failed.