Editing Hil'ardil (section)

===Part C===
Hil'ardil pushed open the door of the Falcon's cockpit. She found Al'vair, the driver, shaking off his unconsciousness. When he saw the daemonette smiling wickedly in front of him, he pulled out his shuriken pistol, only to have it kicked out of his hand. He threw himself backwards through the Falcon's broken windshield, intending to escape, but Hil'ardil moved like lightning and caught his leg, dragging him back inside. She pinned him down and stripped him. Laying down on his torso, she stroked his meat with one hand while playing with her nipples with the other. Al'Vair started murmuring colorful oaths and swear words, struggling to get out. She ignored him, sliding his man-shaft into her cleavage and squeezing her breasts together around it. She kept thrusting his hard cock between her soft breasts and licking its tip, driving Al'Vair to arousal against his will. She could tell, because he started shouting his frustration, using some very creative language to express what was going on.
Inspired by the perseverance of his fellow, Brakel found the strength to tear through his bonds. He picked up the shuriken pistol Al'Vair had dropped and primed it.
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More will follow. 

:{{greentext|And lo, Brakel's meaty man-shaft shuddered forth gouts of pubescently-honed semen, and at that precise instant the sound of familiar Eldar cries rose from outside the Gravtank's bent outer hull door. It was Elathrililil, Elder Eldar Farseer, who had fought his way the entire time to this freshly-befouled den of Slaanesh; the locks hissed and whirred and the Farseer opened the door, got on the floor, everbody walk the dinosaur.}}

Er, hopefully something more satisfying.

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