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Heresy, her mind cries! There is only one God of Mankind, and that is the glorious God-Emperor, their protector, who watches them from His Throne on Holy Terra. This Acolyte—something must have gone wrong in the bunker, brought him under the spell of the Archenemy, which was clearly why he was so sexually active and filthy even at his young age! She should grab hee bolter, shoot him, and continue looking for survivors!  But... 

His fat, smelly cock throbs between her tits, leaking more clear, thin, acrid smelling and bitter-tasting pre. He'd leaked an almost unimaginable amount already—her tits were soaked, and the only tastes she knew right now were his cock and his pre...   God-Emperor, forgive her.  She sticks out her tongue in an *incredibly* lewd expression and stops pumping her tits around Nathan's cock, slowly pushing them up and down his shaft as she squeezes her cleavage into a tight tit-pussy around it.   "Your cock," she takes a long, slow lap at the tip, "is my guiding light. A beacon of hope for this whore," another long lick, "in a galaxy of darkness."  Artemis begins pumping faster, thoughts of how heretical what she does is leaving her mind with every passing moment—all replaced by Nathan's cock.   "As I serve your cock," a sloppy, wet kiss to the tip, "I am fulfilled."  "As I pray to your cock," a whorish moan and a proper suck of the head, "my thoughts are only to it."  "And in the dark," Artemis moves her head down as close to your tip as she can, nuzzling into it and lapping at it, clearly trying to cover it in spittle, "as I rub my needy, whorish pussy on the Reliquary, your cock is on my mind—in spirit and in fact."  Artemis, finishing a heresy that the Cannoness would kill her for, cums like a whore without having been touched once.