The bunker stank of promethium and sweat when Sergeant Varrus kicked the door shut behind him. Sister Evangeline was already yanking off her gauntlets, her power armor half-unsealed and hanging open like a whore’s robe. Her big tits spilled out, nipples hard from the cold hive air, and she didn’t waste time on prayers.
“Get that cock out, Guardsman,” she growled, voice rough from shouting litanies all day. “The Emperor won’t mind if we fuck like animals before the next wave.”
Varrus dropped his lasgun and ripped his fatigues open. His dick sprang free, thick and veiny, already leaking.
Evangeline dropped to her knees on the dirty floor and swallowed him straight down to the balls. No teasing, just wet, greedy sucking that made obscene slurping noises echo off the metal walls. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her armored greaves.
“Fuck, Sister,” he grunted, grabbing her short-cropped hair. “Suck that cock like you’re purging heretics.”
She pulled off with a filthy pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft. “Shut up and bend me over the ammo crate.”
He spun her around, shoved her forward so her chest pressed against the cold metal. Her ass was pale and firm, the kind of ass that had marched through hell in power armor. Varrus spat on his hand, rubbed it over her already slick pussy, and slammed inside in one hard thrust. Evangeline moaned like a damned cultist, pushing back to take every inch.
He fucked her like the war outside—brutal, fast, no mercy. Each thrust slapped skin and armor together. Her cunt gripped him tight, hot and dripping, juices running down his balls. He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit with rough fingers while he pounded her.
“Harder, you bastard,” she snarled. “Make me feel it tomorrow on the battlefield.”
Varrus obliged, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise and driving in deep. The crate scraped across the floor with every thrust. Evangeline reached back and spread her ass cheeks wider, giving him an even filthier view of his cock stretching her open. He spat on her asshole for good measure and shoved a thumb in there too, working both holes while she cursed the Emperor’s name in pleasure.
She came first, cunt pulsing around him, a raw shout tearing from her throat. Varrus didn’t slow down. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the crate, and shoved back inside. Her legs locked around his waist as he hammered her, tits bouncing with every impact. She clawed at his shoulders through his flak vest, leaving red lines.
“Fill me up,” she demanded. “Pump that hot cum in this loyal cunt.”
He did, growling as he unloaded deep inside her, pulse after thick pulse. Cum leaked out around his cock as he kept thrusting through it, making wet, messy sounds. When he finally pulled free, a thick strand of seed followed, dripping onto the bunker floor.
Evangeline sat up, scooped some of the mess with two fingers, and licked them clean while staring him dead in the eye. “Round two before the orks hit the line,” she said. “And this time I want it in my ass.”
Outside, bolter fire and screams echoed through the hive, but inside the bunker the only sounds were flesh slapping flesh and the wet, filthy noises of two warriors taking what little pleasure the grim darkness allowed. They fucked until their armor was streaked with sweat and cum, until the next vox call dragged them back to war.
