I want this.It took time for the Warrior, working on its own, to strip away the last of her protective garments. Aydona fought the whole time, the queasy awareness of her own growing arousal lending her a desperate, animal strength, but it was like trying to wrestle out from beneath a mountain. As she wriggled fruitlessly in the Tyranid's iron grip, her gaze was dragged irresistibly back to the bloated cock between its legs, sheathed with undulating ridges of chitin and wrapped in veins as thick as her little finger. That, and the swollen, fist-sized testes which hung at its base, pulsing with desperate intent.That's going to be inside me, she thought dizzily. The Fleetmistress could feel her body reacting of its own accord, her skin flushing red, heat pooling in her belly. It's going to push that thing into my body and...
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