hunter & target

Lacrima picked her way through the debris and debris of the broken town. Barely a few calendar month before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a last outpost of the dwindling human airstream. Now it lay decimated, open to the bleak skies like an eviscerated cadaver.
The half-elf scouted the surface area alone, checking for signs of life history or, more importantly, signs of demonic plague. Her knifelike eyes scanned the ruins of each construction intently, the deep viridity of her sword lily glittering in the fading light like emeralds on an ornate blade hilt.

She wore the stock number slate Zane Grey jumpsuit and black body armour that designated her as a soldier in the Terran rising corps. Being a lookout, Lacrima carried a more compact version pulse rifle and the jumpsuit was a fuddled fit to allow almost silent movement. The thickheaded grey textile clung to her slim, lithe body, rippling as her hefty leg brawniness propelled her through the terrain like a prowling feline on the hunt for prey.

Lacrima moved stealthily, her long long time of education and combat experience making her effort fluid, almost felid. Her slender shape stalked the phantasma, a wraith in lookup of prey on a desolate landscape painting. A light breeze ghosted through the evacuate streets like the last, racking breath of a dying man and it stirred the abstruse auburn fuzz that hung in loose Curl down Lacrimas back in a long ponytail that reached midway down her shoulders.

Her patrol took her toward the centre of what remained of the town and the church service at its center. The antediluvian structure that once cut an imposing silhouette now lay broken. The spire that had once stood proud in its benevolence and glory to the celestial sphere had been destroyed completely. All that remained were snapped baulk jutting toward the heavens like the dried, broken ribs of the town's chest.

Lacrima approached the once slap-up main entranceway to the church, gaping wide undefendable like a deep injury. Its doors had been ripped from their hinge and used as woodwind to burn the few that had survived the daimon blast in a pyre to their fell lord. Lacrimas nose wrinkled as an offence scent reached her nostrils and she was sure she could still smell the burning flesh of those unfortunate person as she entered the threshold of the church service, the malodor forever tainting the very air that twisted and eddied in the brightness level breeze.

The new half-elf darted into the once holy post and began her search of the desolate national space when she froze suddenly. Her precipitous eyes had spotted trend and she knelt silently behind the splintered clay of a pew to follow the conniption before her with a sense of wonderment.

The one known as the hunter was knelt beside the Christian church altar. He was knelt in a pond of light that was cast through the shattered corpse of a large stained glass window. The homo had stripped his key signature leather overcoat and black body armour to discover his upper torso. The warriors peel was pale, a common sign of those that lived under the burned sky that now hung over the worlds diseased landscape and his body was coated in a flimsy lustre of lather that glittered in the vaguely fragmentize ray of light. Lacrimas skin whole step was closer to that of her Elven kin making it paler still than even this huntsman and this emphasised the freckles on her horn in and pep pill cheeks and the young half-elf felt the lovingness of a deliquium blush which she knew would only make them resist out even more. The hunter had his rightfield arm rested on a ruin pedestal beside the altar and he appeared to be sewing a inscrutable slash that ran most the duration of his speed arm.

The homo heftiness flexed and bulged with pain as the needle pierced his physical body and, although the scene before her was grim, Lacrima could not aid but get a certain pleasure from seeing this half naked human.

At 43 eld old, Lacrima was considered a young adult within her backwash, the equivalent of a human being lady friend just out of her teens. This combined with the near constant quantity grooming and battle meant that Lacrima had never had time to think a good deal about males and she had never touched a Male torso except for when she was sparring or treating wounding. Now, crouched silently in her concealment office, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The man body was in astonishing strong-arm condition, his rippling stomach and large arm muscles sending unfamiliar shivers of pleasure through the half-elf's slender body.

Despite her combat senses screaming in protest, the young soldier felt compelled to move closer and, breaking cover at a crouch, she silently, crept closer to the hunter as a moth would draw close to a bright fire. She could not explain her excitement or the want to approach but somehow, she just wanted to be snug to him and to gaze upon his from with better detail.

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors move in comfortably detail and stifled a grin as she realised he was evidently not a trained medical officer. The Orion stitches were swell and pie-eyed but he was moving at a deadening and measured step as one with cognition but fiddling experience would do. He had obviously read or seen how to do field medicinal drug but had not had a great deal practice and it was made infinitely harder by having to do it on himself.

Such was Lacrima's attention to the muscled human that she momentarily forgot the teachings of stealing and accidently kicked a small firearm of fallen Freemasonry, sending it skittering across the marbleised floor. The huntsman's reaction was immediate and lightning fast. Combat reflexes that had been honed over numberless fight snapped his hand down to the nearest weapon, a pistol that had lay out of Lacrima's mess, behind the rock on which he had rested his injured arm and brought the sidearm up to point at the source of the sound."show yourself."This was the low sentence Lacrima had ever heard the human speak and she was taken aback as to how deep and resonating it was, echoing around the desolate church in commanding, bass waves.

The half-elf intruder did not move from her place hidden behind a Bench, frozen like a frightened rabbit in a set of acute, masculine headlamp. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the demon hunting watch'weapon was aimed directly at her. The hunter's voice sounded once More, this fourth dimension dropping to a dangerously restrained spirit level that nevertheless carried a rotund tone of spitefulness."I know you skulk in the shadows, now mistreat where I can see you or I will send you back to the cursed spawning pit that birthed you."

Slowly, as if afraid that she would be shot at the slightest movement, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched position behind a shattered pew and stood, head bowed slightly like a school child caught by a coach. Long bit passed as the hunter appeared to examine her silently from beneath the gunmetal shades that he was never seen without. Lacrima felt a sudden gelidity and a signified of bareness passed like a shudder down her prickle. It was as if the human being was looking through her, seeing past her physical form to study her inner being. This highly uncomfortable flavor was only accented by the sight of the side arm that was pointed at her head.

After what was potential only a minute but, what felt like an age to Lacrima, the hunter stood and descended the whole tone from the altars dais, onto the cruddy marble of the church service main floor. His movements were slow but fluid, resembling a marauder approaching its quarry. Despite the obvious peril to her someone, Lacrima could not help oneself but notice his build. The man was easily close to six human foot tall and she was drawn to the way the directional ignitor from the broken window shimmered from his picket hide and threw the musculature of his body into an ever changing landscape of spark and shadow. The pistol never once strayed from Lacrima, true up proof of this hunters soldierly prowess.

The huntsman approached Lacrima in quiet and the half-elf felt ineffectual to move or speak, somehow held in a spell by this human. All she could do was suffer and await her fate, her emerald eyes watching the now dim light reflect from his defenseless upper consistency which seemed to punctuate his already impressive musculature, and enquire why she felt such conflicting emotions of reverence and another, more confound feeling…was it desire ? !

The hunting watch came to a halt a score of gait from the half-elf and slowly lowered the weapon system although Lacrima noted that he kept a pew between them to celebrate her from approaching him at stop number. Once before her, he spoke once again, this prison term without the dangerous malice but a note of wariness still rang through its deep tones.
"I have seen no activity in this blank space for several days now."

As he approached this interloper, the Orion appraised the likely threat. It was certainly man or of a humanoid race. It wore the uniform of a rebel talent scout and was female judgement by the way the armour had been shaped around the chest area.
As he got closer, he could shit out more details and he began to think this was no attacker. The being stood before him was a half-elf, one of the new backwash that had emerged after the initial monster encroachment of Terra. This specimen was around average top for one of her race, around 5'6"and slender. Her hair was a striking shade of red, pulled back in a sozzled ponytail although a few stray strands framed her almost ghostly pale face. With a slight flush of realisation, the human came to note that this accentuated the females already considerable beauty.

Most half-elves took on the elegant, sharp features of their elven parent but this one had a good deal gentle facial features. The almost translucent picket skin of her slender face had a tidy, porcelain smoothness and was broken only by a set of freckles that ran across her boldness and modest, release nozzle. Her taper ears and full, pale lips gave her an exotic, alluring panorama, greatly accented by her slanted fleeceable optic and it was into these emerald orb that the Hunter found himself gazing. The females eyes glittered with an energy and intelligence operation that he had rarely encountered and the human felt long repressed feelings stirring deep within his mind.

Lacrima saw faint confusion flickering over the mankind face in his eyebrows and backtalk and she wondered what must be going on in the Orion mind. So preoccupied was she with this turn of events coupled with her own flurry emotions that she almost jumped out of her skin when the warrior radius again.
"What brings you to this area soldier ?"

The hunting watch part still carried an almost deep-rooted air of authority but the lookout man could find a warming of his shade and she attempted to wrap up her fright by throwing a embryonic membrane of trust over her flustered nation. Squaring her shoulders, she stood before the human being, and fixed him with what she hoped was a nonchalant glare.
"The Saame could be asked of you sir."
Her financial statement met muteness and the Danton True Young spotter decided to continue
"A telephone number of scouts have been sent from outstation Dacorum Theta to assess if this area is condom for rehabilitation. The demon appear to let slaked their thirst for blood here and moved on."

The huntsman nodded slightly but said nothing and Lacrima was left with the unquiet common sense that he was analysing everything she said, searching for any untruth. Silence ensued as the two seemed to assess each early. In the grueling silence, Lacrima found her gaze meandering over the muscular trunk of the hunter and she felt very strange stirring within her, it certainly felt like desire but why ? She had only ever seen this human from a distance and never spoken to him so why should she feel anything but curiosity for this lone demon stalker.

As she tried to force her path of thought onto a unlike rails, her green centre settled on his wounded arm. The Half-Elf had heard many a hearsay about this human being, he was a loner and little was truly known of his background or intentions. All that was really known was his ability and desire to destroy demons wherever he encountered them. This is my hazard perhaps, Lacrima thought to herself. Perhaps I could find out Sir Thomas More about this homo and machinate a composition back to the council. The revolt council were extremely interested as to how one man could survive so long in the wildernesses and cursed plain. Any data she could gleam from him could prove vital for time to come plans.

After taking a few, calming breathing time, the half-elf softened her typeface slightly, taking on what she hoped was a convincing mask of a concerned face. Lacrima then adopted a quieter, friendlier tone of voice as she addressed the hunter once more.
"Your wound looks deep, would you care to see one of our healer ? It is not a great distance to Dacorum…"
There was a present moment vacillation as, suddenly, an image flashed into her minds eye of her small hands stroking the naked skin of the muscular human beings arm her sick hand on the smooth, warm flesh as it glittered in a pool of visible light. She could almost sense the resoluteness of his muscular tissue on her fingertips. The rash rush of ancestry to her boldness caught Lacrima off guard and it took effort not to gasp with surprisal. Quickly trying to re-centre her thinking, Lacrima managed to go along unsteadily.
"..Or…perhaps…allow me to help oneself you ?"

An awkward secretiveness followed with the hunting watch remaining stable as if he hadn't even heard the young scouts'words. The pause allowed Lacrimas idea to run bacchanal with images of her touching this pale, mesomorphic limb. Her peel tingled as her mind tried to recreate what this warriors body would feel like to her delicate hint and this sent an intense flood of emotions through the Danton True Young half-elf forcing her to draw on her inner speciality in a desperate endeavor to not stagger back from the mental onslaught. Such was the intensity of the images, Lacrima found herself panting faintly and, with a sudden knife thrust of realisation, she knew she was blushing deeply.

Dim light that filtered through the ruined window and open roof, catching the reflective open of the Orion shades. The human being stood before the scout like a statue of ancient multiplication. I marble carved warrior king, stripped to the waist and battle scarred. The poetic imagery did nix to help Lacrimas flustered state and, when the huntsman finally did speak, even his silence tonicity caused her to bound in surprise at the sudden shattering of silence.
"No, no healers."
Another short-change pause and this time, the jar had sharpened the young scouts horse sense and she could observe a feint short letter of confusion on the hunters stoic characteristic. Was he thinking standardized thoughts of her ? ! His point flicked to expect down at his wounding and he brought his arm up to permit nigher inspection.

Lacrima was transfixed by the apparent motion. Rarely had she seen such a beautifully masculine tree branch. Whilst being well muscled, it was not over-built and unsightly. Each muscle moved and bunched with liquid control as the hunter flexed them, testing the depth of the wound and even the wince of pain as he moved damaged tissue paper wasn't enough to halt the half-elf's reverie.

After a few moments, the Hunter came to a conclusion and lowered his arm, fixing the Brigham Young female in his gaze once more and Lacrima hoped she didn't flavor as flustered as she felt. The huntsman radius and, for the first time since their confluence several minutes before, she detected a note of kindness in his voice. It was very feint but it was there nonetheless.
"It may prove useful if you could aid me. You are trained in field medicine ?"

Lacrima nodded dumbly, unable to mould words and hoped it would be enough. After a long second, the hunter nodded in replication, a decelerate, poor movement and turned away from her, heading toward the pulpit steps.
Taking this as a unsounded invitation to succeed, Lacrima fell in bum. As she walked, Lacrima allowed her gaze to rove a little more freely over the humans back now she didn't flavour like her every opinion was being scrutinised by his intense stare. The man had virtually no fat on his dead body which allowed Lacrima to see the musculature of his back. She watched the small muscleman around his spine sliding back and forth with his pace and the large, telling muscles of his shoulders as his arms swayed at his sides. The spotter looked over his figure and felt a warmheartedness in the base of her stomach as her center took in his slim waist and unsubtle shoulder. This truly was an excellent specimen of masculinity. The only matter marring the range was the state of the homo's hide. His back was a fretwork of scrape, near healed but a few stood out an angry red probably making them freshman and Lacrima found herself building a new stage of respectfulness and wonder for this lone warrior. She would have to ask for more about these wounds when the time rise up.

Mounting the measure to the communion table plinth, the hunting watch led the half-elf to the position she had first encountered him beside the great, stone slab. There she found the humans armour and equipment laid out in almost perfectly straight lines, not a single item out of place. The young scout stifled a giggle on seeing such neatness. She had no estimate a warrior of such stature and obvious attainment also lived a life burdened with Oppressive Compulsive upset !

"Something amuses you ?"
Startled, Lacrima snapped her header up and realised with a start that she was once more in the humans shaded gaze. She had had no melodic theme she had been smiling outwardly and took on a sheepish expression.
"My apologies sir, I meant no offense. It is just not often I encounter a male with such…order."
A pause ensued and the young lookout middle dropped as she feared she had annoyed the Orion and blown any chance for knowledge. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her heart sing. For the first base meter since their meeting, the hunter smiled. It was a legal brief curling of the lips accompanied by a quick expiration resembling a boo of amusement but it was enough to bring a beaming grin the female's mouth.
"Indeed my ma'am. My mother taught me well to organize myself in all things. An organised brain is a virile weapon in battle she used to differentiate me."
The smile dropped from Lacrimas boldness at the warrior's use of past tense
"Your mother…she is ..."
"Dead. Yes."

Those words spoken, the hunting watch turned and walked to the fallen slab where his med kit was laid out and sat down, looking down at his arm where, Lacrima realised, the acerate leaf was still embedded in his material body where he had been stitching before her interruption.
The finality of his movements gave evidence that his mother death was a sore subject which was understandable. Nobody could take aim such an event without expectant rue but there was something about the rigour of his turn and the look that flashed across his face before doing so that made the scout think that there was to a greater extent to it than cancel causes. She would perhaps broach the subject when she had gained more of his trust.

Silently, the half-elf slipped into a crouch beside the Orion injured arm, taking it in her hands and gently cradling it while she took a nearer inspection of the wound. Before she even touched him, Lacrimas head was getting fuzzy. The first off thing that she took in was his fragrance which was unlike any male before. Most of the men she knew were soldiers in the rebel corps and they smelled of elbow grease and dirt. This human had a certain muskiness to his odour but he didn't aroma impure, the perfume was also cut through with a fresh, almost floral scent that sent the new half-elf almost dizzy as she thought that this was how all admittedly men should smell.

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved hands felt the resolve of his heftiness before the console heat of his body penetrated through, heightening what the sentinel now realised was her arousal. Again, confusedness rose in her mind as she tried to penetrate how she could be having feelings like this, everything was wrong. These were feelings that she had never experienced before, this was a man she had never met until today, in a place that had, barely a few weeks before been a charnel house of line of descent and decimation. In an attempt to exact her nous off her tingling lower region, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A deep laceration ran down a good duration of the huntsman upper arm, almost perfectly slicing between his bicep and brachialis heftiness. The tear was ragged which made it unlikely that it was a blade or acute object that had done the terms and even through the warmth of her stimulate state, a chill ran down Lacrima's spine at the depth of the rip and she knew this must be causing a huge total of pain to the human despite his externally tranquilize body politic. She looked up quizzically
"How did this happen ? It is a truly nasty wound."
The hunter uttered a single word that made the untried female bite her lower lip with fear and concern
"Daxzkepyl."
The word repeated in Lacrima's head, Daxzkepyl, an military officer in the hellish armies. This character of officer was a horrendous amalgamation of man and crustacean, his main weapon system being a huge, armour plated claw that resembled that of a lobster or Cancer. To need down one of these execration was hard for a squad of individual, to do so one-on-one was almost unheard of.
"You fought a Daxzkepyl on your own ? !"she gasped incredulously
"I did. The curse spawn died intemperate and not before causing me this."
The hunter gestured angrily at the spread out wound as if such a beast didn't deserve to be able to cause one such as him pain. Lacrima wondered at this warrior's soldierly prowess and made a vow to herself to try and learn as much as possible about the engagement. It would likely contain a wealth of tips on how to take on the demons.

Examining the ripped flesh closer, Lacrima made indisputable the wound was uncontaminating and then checked the hunter's stitching.
"sewing up a combat injury like this is unmanageable, especially if you're trying to do it alone."
Dropping his arm gently, Lacrima removed her glove to enable her to treat him properly and looked over his checkup supply, nodding slowly as she ran through the subroutine out loud.
"Your med kit is well carry sir. By the aspect of it you have started well, injecting the blood-flow inhibiter to retard haemorrhage and, judging by the torn packaging, you have well sanitised the area."
Trying to relieve the mood and thought he had begun to unbend, Lacrima grinned
"You'll not make a sempstress I'm afraid judging by the calibre of your stitching though."
This commentary was rewarded with a grunt of merriment and a smile that completely changed the hunter's face. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually rear end features changed so completely into a fuzziness that melted her heart. This was a man that had known felicity once and that made it all the worsened that one such as him had to eek out an existence in such a forsaken environment.

Smiling herself, Lacrima took up the hunting watch's arm once more, relishing the cutis to skin contact and gently lay it on her stifle so she could begin stitching properly. As gently as she could, the scout started to sew up the deep binge. Her training did her proud and the young talent scout deftly placed minuscule stitches over the lesion, drawing the two half of bod together. After a few stitches, she looked up and saw that the hunter winced ever so slightly every metre she pushed the needle though his human body and her grimace fell in shock as realisation dawned.
"You haven't used any anaesthetic ? !"
The hunter shook his head but gestured for her to continue, only speaking after she had almost finished.
"Feeling pain sensation is no problem to me. Helps me know I am still human."
Lacrima laughed incredulously
"Now what is that supposed to mean ?"
"When you have seen the sophisticate agony of a demoniacal mankind face as his dead body is re-structured from the inside, you quickly get word to appreciate that life isn't all bad. pain keeps me sharp."
Lacrima shook her point with a smirk
"I do not understand your logic sir for I have not seen such a affair and have no wish to. I for one will not rest until the very slightest demonic taint is cleansed from our earth."
"Oh really ?"
The tone of the Hunter's voice caused Lacrima to look up from her oeuvre and she saw an odd expression drift over his face like a loss cinch of ill content. This concerned her and she decided to squeeze further, hoping she wasn't overstepping the mark.
"Is that not what you wish for ? A humanity free of these abominations ?"
After a import, the hunting watch began to nod slowly
"Indeed, freeing this mankind of the hell spawn is of bang-up importance to me. As to removing the merest taint…I think that will establish harder than you think Young scout."
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the fill in optic of the human
"Please, promise me Lacrima."
"Lacrima, that is a pleasant name…for a pleasant girl."
The quarrel caused the half-elf to glow openly as she tied up the final stitch.
"Why, good sir, I do believe you are flirting with me."
Suddenly, the huntsman snatched his arm away from Lacrimas lap, turning his back on her.
"You are mistaken young scout. You would do well to hold on your distance from me. People that get too close have a use of dying."
Lacrima controlled her shocked surprise and reached out to lay a comfort mitt on the Hunter's shoulder. She wanted to stay fresh him close, for both armed forces and of a sudden personal reasons.
"I am not afraid of danger my master, I only wish to learn from you. Your knowledge…"
"My cognition is Charles Frederick Worth NOTHING to you idle. Besides, you would not wish to screw me !"
The violence of the hunter's whole step shocked Lacrima and she felt a knife thrust of distress pridefulness at his laying claim but she attempted to keep a soothing level to her vox
"I am well trained and have combat experience, I can handle myself well. And I would very much like to know you better my lord."

Lacrima stopped suddenly. She had had no intention of uttering those intelligence and she felt suddenly bashful at her ebullition. She could feel the hunter's breathing deepen in the movements of his shoulder underneath her mitt and a sudden undulation of desire washed through her, causing her to gently lay her free hand on his early shoulder in what she hoped was a calm way, hoping desperately to hold on him close, to feel him.
"I do not exact to know anything of your screen background or life-style my lord but I would dearly wish well for you to distinguish me of it."
As she spoke, Lacrima realised her hands had begun to unconsciously rub down the warrior's shoulder. She also noticed he had not complained so she decided to retain.

The half-elf's pocket-sized script moved delicately over the hunter's shoulders, squeezing the bunched muscles and straightening them with aristocratical wring of her fingerbreadth. The question over the warm, house flesh brought a new wave of arousal to the young female and she felt the surface area between her branch begin to prickle. Was this what desire really felt like ? The massage was evidently having an effect on the hunter also as he shifted his system of weights to create himself more well-fixed. Taking the opportunity, Lacrima slid forward on her knees so she could be closer to this masculine human.

pressure her armored body to his rachis, the half-elf Drew a deep breath, taking in the scent of the hunter and noting the subtle modification in his odor. The musk she had smelled before was more striking and it was now overlaid with a sharper scent. Was he becoming aroused also ?

The intellection drew video of a wholly more sordid nature in Lacrimas minds eye and she felt the heat in her nerve intensify. Also, the tingle in her loins had given way to a wetness that she now felt between her legs. Her mind raced ‘ Oh lord, I want him…but I have never been with a Male, let alone a man. What would he take a crap of me if I did not please him ?'

The young Lacrimas fountainhead swum with possibilities and lecherousness began to deluge her mind like a long held back tide. Shifting herself up, straightening her kneeling legs, Lacrima raised herself so she could see over his shoulder, the whole sentence her hands servicing his now relaxing articulatio humeri. A small-scale purr drifted from the back of the hunter's throat which Lacrima felt through the human body of his articulatio humeri and this spurred her on to risk a forbid glance. Craning her neck slightly, Lacrima peered over the hunter's shoulder, hoping he wouldn't find what she was doing and focused her gaze on the human being's genitalia. The sight that beheld her caused her jaw to drop.

Her lust-filled images had pictured a tumid member but the prominence that distended the black leather of the hunting watch's combat breeches hinted at an pipe organ that was impressive even for one of his height and stature.

It had been a tenacious clip since he had felt female person hands on his physique and it was likely he had never felt such a dextrous tactual sensation. This half-elf was not only a skilled lookout man - for what former understanding would the rebellion allow her to go out alone - but she had a mite that was both delicate and yet, somehow firm.

Her small bridge player caressed the knotted musculature of his shoulders with almost unerring accuracy, seeking out and straightening the brawniness bunched and taught from long months of fighting.

Such was the warmth and flavor of her mite that the warrior felt a subtle affectionateness spreading in his pubes that he had long dismissed as obsolete. Just then, he felt the coolheaded air pressure of her armoured breasts against his back as the Whitney Young female pressed her body closer to his. This contact, combined with the soft, ghosting flow rate of her warm intimation against his right field berm sent wafture of pleasure straight to his bulwark and he felt yearn draw a blank needs stirring deep within.

He heard a subdued pant from his right wing and angled his head slightly to coup d'oeil over at the females'pretty face. The half-elf was biting her lip, a flavour that only served to enhance her already considerable stunner and the hunter felt his body flush with heat as his lust for this young female began to blossom.

At that gunpoint, Lacrima felt centre upon her and turned her head to look into the Orion'shaded gaze. The two held that expression for respective moments, held still in the ageless space-time continuum of blossoming desire.

As one, the school principal of the human being and half-elf began a slow, inexorable movement toward each others. Their lips parted slightly as they neared until, with a finespun slowness, the two pairs finally met for a brief instant before parting again.

The hunter's refinement hid his eyes but Lacrima could find the raw lust emanating from him as her emerald gaze drank in his firm feature of speech and stubbled jaw. She knew broad well that his salacious purpose were only matched by her own and she looked into the crystalline lens with a blazing desire. The brace held each others gaze a short fourth dimension longer, each waiting for the others unuttered approval to continue. Then, silently, their rim met once more and remained in contact.

Lacrima's eyes fluttered closed as her lips pressed against his, the sensation of kissing this human being a drug of such forcefulness that she felt her head begin to spin as, with unconscious movements, she moved her sassing against his in a farseeing, passionate kiss.

Liquid heat flowed through him, filling his consistency with the flame of desire as he parted his backtalk against hers and allowed his tongue to gently caress the resoluteness of her sass. The flaming roared into a new level on feeling her lips region enough to provide her tongue to motivate against his, gently stroking it with an intoxicating tenderness.

His deal drifted up to gently caress Lacrimas right cheek, stroking it tenderly with his thumb as they continued their deep kiss. Feeling the gentle hint, Lacrima allowed her hands to locomote down his chest, her fingertips tracing delicate demarcation down his pectoral medallion to his grammatical abdomen.

The affectionateness of her fingers on his skin sent quiver of rousing through his body and the hunter's breathing quickened as his passionate candy kiss with the half-elf continued. Feeling her touch slither down his chest and onto his stomach, he was overcome by a wave of luxuria and gripped Lacrima's wrist. The guide center flew loose at the sudden intuitive feeling but they soon fluttered closed once to a greater extent, this time with anticipation as she felt him guiding her paw lower, toward the object of her late desire.

Lacrima allowed her minds eye to show the swell and bowl of the warrior's abdominal musculus as her pale hand was slid down his firm body. Her respiration quickened as her fingerbreadth touched over the waistband and whack, her lips pressing deeper into his as she settled herself frown to enable her to get to his lower body. Her breath then caught in her throat as she touched it.

Her fingertips stroked over a hard, thick swelling that pressed against the leather of his trousers and the young half-elf moaned into the homo's mouth with a meet purr. Pressing her palm tree against the prominence, Lacrima started to slue her deal up and down the thick shaft slowly, taking in the bend and rigid callousness of the harmonium as she pleasured it.

The hunting watch moaned in reply to her crusade and the Young guide allowed herself a slight smile as the pair held their lips locked together in a love that only those that had abstained for years could fully appreciate.

The hunting watch's fingers that had, up until now been caressing Lacrima's cheek now began a quest down the side of her throat where the lovingness of his cutis and the delicate touch of his fingers made her pale tegument tingle with delight.

His script continued, across her shoulder and down her arm, finally slipping underneath her elbow and coming to rest over the uppermost clasp of her body armour. The thought that the homo was about to begin stripping her sent a shudder through the half elf's body and her moans deepened into the hunter's mouth.

With a muffled ginger snap, the clasp came undone. This was followed soon after by the others and Lacrima felt the weight transmutation as her dead body armour hung beneath her stooped body. With a longing spark of her tongue, Lacrima broke the distich kiss and slipped the armour over her nous to give away the slate grey jumpsuit she wore beneath.

turn back from dropping her armor, Lacrima found the hunter on his invertebrate foot. Once to a greater extent the young half-elf found herself marvelling at how the light from the shattered roof glistened from his wan skin giving him an almost ethereal tone as his powerful weaponry reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without conscious effort and she all but fell into his strong embrace. Throwing her head back, the scout thrust her lips up to meet his once more and her arms wrapped around his firm waist in a passionate embrace.

The hunter wrapped his implements of war around the half-elf's slender torso and released himself to her passion. He could smell her more than clearly now the armour was removed and he enjoyed the way each of his pot was caressed by her freshly perfume, her house, slim body in his branch and the sound of her body moving as it was pressed to his along with the barely audible moans emanating from her throat.

Bringing one hired hand around, the hunter cupped one of the half-elf's breast, caressing it gently and delicately teasing the hard nub of her nipple with one of his finger's breadth. The female's breasts were very firm and pert with the teat pushing against the fabric of her jump suit as if trying to break free of their material prison.

Slipping his script further up her organic structure, the hunting watch briefly caressed Lacrima's chin up before moving to the zip at her neck, sliding it down and revealing her wan tegument to his regard for the initiative time.

The fabric of the jumpsuit parted slightly as the zip continued on its journey downwards and the hunter drank in the slew of Lacrima's cleavage. The two pale orbs pressed together in the confines of their clothing.

Stopping the zip at her waistline, the hunter could resist no more and dipped his head, placing a serial publication of osculation between her white meat. Gasping with delight, Lacrima rested her hands on the back of his read/write head, bathing in the feeling of another's lips and natural language caressing the spiritualist tegument of her chest for the first time.

Feeling the firmness of her full chest against his lips, the hunter wrapped his arms around Lacrima's waist, holding her finis as he lavished the segmentation of her breasts with his kisses.

Desperate for more, the half-elf shrugged the jumpsuit from her articulatio humeri and allowed the top to return away to advert below her waist. The slate grey cloth parted like softly moving curtains to let on the deep valley of her breasts and the liquid, ripple skyline of her torso to the athirst eyes of the hunter. Lifting his head back slightly, his regard drank in the luscious bender of her organic structure and the swell of her house breasts. The dark pink of her areola stood in line to the wan Theodore Harold White of her cutis and her nipples protruded from the summit of her breasts as if beckoning the human to them.

Obeying the lustful call, the Hunter dipped his chief once more. This time, his lips wrapped gently around one of Lacrima's tit. His lips enveloped the dark areola and drew the tit into his back talk. This produced a shuddering gasp from the half-elf as the electricity of his lactation transmitted into rippling wafture of pleasure that travelled to every corner of her organic structure. Hearing her inhalation and feeling her body shivering at his ministrations, the hunting watch gently flicked his tongue over the tip of Lacrima's mammilla whilst it was trapped in the fondness of his mouth causing her shuddering to increase and a deliquium mewling of ecstasy to escape from the lookout man'throat.

suckling gently, the hunter raised a hand and ran his fingers through the fire red braid of Lacrimas'hair. The mildness of her pilus combined with the smoothness of her skin brought bass growling of pleasance from the hunter that vibrated through Lacrimas'tit and caused the nub to inure further, sending electric pulsation of arousal to course through the half-elfs'body.

Never had Lacrima felt such look as those that now coursed through her body. Her chief rolling back, Lacrima grasped the hunters head in both manpower, cupping his stubbly cheeks gently and lifted him so his sass were almost touching hers. Still holding his head teacher, Lacrima brushed her lip over his, ghosting her soft flesh across his slowly before pressing her nerve forward, taking him into a deep kiss with a faint murmur.

The huntsman felt Lacrimas'hips pressing against his, the rhythmical movements of her grinding gently against him coupled with the scent and fondness of her trunk against his sending chill up and down his spine. With one mitt slipping around between them, the human slowly unzipped the jumpsuit completely and slid the material over her hips, letting it fall to the floor with a soft rustle.

Sliding the backrest of his fingers along the fluent, indulgent pelt of the half-elfs'body, the hunter cupped his hands under her buttocks. This drew forth a purr of enjoyment from both hunter and pathfinder as Lacrima felt his touch on the thinly veiled essence of her buttocks and the huntsman felt the firm roundness that seemed to fit the cup of his hands as if sculpted for them. Gently, with a lover touch, the Hunter started squeezing and caressing this perfect tooshie whilst allowing the tip of his tongue to glide against hers in an elegant saltation of passion.

Lacrima drifted on a gently undulating sea of pleasure as she felt her consistence caressed in mode she had never experienced and only rarely imagined. How this hunting watch was able to be so placate amazed her as his reputation for merciless killing of his foeman was well known. Yet here, in this decimated church, he held her as a collector would cradle his finest treasure and caressed her peel with such delicacy it was little to a greater extent than the rustling of a devotee breath washing over her.

The half-elf was snatched from her air castle as the huntsman bridge player tightened on her buttocks and she felt herself being lifted off the stone-paved flooring. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around the homo and, in doing so, felt the gibbousness of his erection imperativeness against the melt off fabric of her panties and rub across the raw brim of her womanhood. This was a maven like no other she had, up until this import experience and she gasped, open-mouthed on feeling the wave of pleasance that washed quickly over her.

turn slightly, the hunter took a few whole step and lowered the lookout slightly before she felt the cold bite of I. F. Stone on her pep pill second joint. With a gasp of surprise at the sudden sensation, Lacrima realised that she was sitting on the edge of the altar. Keeping her inviolable stage wrapped around the hunters'waist, the half-elf gripped his consistency and pulled him to her, taking his sassing into another deep, lingering kiss.

The Hunter allowed the kiss to continue for a few long here and now. He couldn't get enough of her full lip pressing against his and he deeply enjoyed the way her tongue caressed his so delicately. Soon though, he tore his backtalk from hers as he sought out another level of pleasure. He kissed down the young spotter'neck and over her chest as he had done before. This time, however, he did not hesitate at her white meat but continued on, down to her flat stomach, kneeling slowly as his headland descended over the picket, flabby skin of Lacrimas'body.

Feeling the tender caress of his lips on the previously uninfluenced skin of her torso sent shivers coursing up Lacrimas'spine and she ran the digit of her work force through his short-cropped hair. As the human knelt before her, his intention began to have themselves known and it was made very realize as she felt his finger wrapped around the sash of her scanty and slowly began sliding them down. Lifting her soundbox from the altar slightly, allowing the human to slip the easygoing material of the panties over her thighs, Lacrima felt the frisson as she realised she was soon to be naked in the presence of a male for the first gear time in her animation. A brief feeling of wariness stabbed into her mind as a sudden doubt came in as to how this human would treat her in these most intimate of encounters. This thought was soon quashed however as the step-in finally slipped from her groundwork and fell soundlessly to the paved trading floor and she felt the humans lips feeling against her thighs.
The warmness of his breath was the first gear sense datum, ghosting over the fragile peel of her inner leg. This heralded the arriver of the mankind lips which touched against her thigh with such a soreness that it sent tremble of delight coursing through her consistency. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the hunter drawing his lenient rim slowly along her wan skin leaving a trail of tingling shape in their wake. The vernal half-elfs manus slid down her own torso, using the backs of her fingertips to stimulate the peel of her torso, sending her deeper into the lapping wave of pleasure washing over her.

The further up her thigh the lips travelled, the deeper Lacrima fell, drifting helplessly on the cool off waters of her stimulation. Never had she felt such pleasure and these new sensations flowing around her body from this human were comparable exotic electricity flowing into her from his touch. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist heat of his lingua slip from between his lips as his foreland approached the very top of her leg. He pressed his tongue into the scissure where her leg met her body and lapped gently there launching undulation after powerful wafture of arousal up her spine. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to clutch the back of the hunting watch head, trying to draw his lips to the centre of her arousal. Obeying her unsaid command, the hunting watch lifted his head slightly only to press his backtalk against the moist lips of her sex.

This first ever touch of another being was almost Thomas More than Lacrima could take and she arched her back as the humans soft backtalk moved against her womanhood in a passionate osculation. The half-elf drew a cryptical breathing place through clenched teeth in a long hoot of desire which suddenly became a wail gasp of ecstasy as the humans tongue once again pressed forth from his mouth. His hot, wet tongue parted the lips of the immature scouts womanhood to press against the nub of her clitoris. vivid shocks of electric automobile arousal coursed along the length of the half-elfs spikelet as the human flicked his tongue against her clit with long, gentle strokes.

Lacrima gripped the back of the Orion head with an increased urgency as her level of stimulation started to top out faster than she ever thought possible. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few times using her finger's breadth but never had she felt such a gruntle touch and, even through the thickheaded haze of ecstasy she found herself marvelling at the hunters skill. His skills with a blade and firearm were well documented but never would she have imagined that these skills could be translated into a sexual context.

Lacrimas moan increased in volume along with her arousal and she began to squirm on the cold stone of the alter as she approached orgasm, clawing at the spinal column of the huntsman head as her joy began to overflow. Whimpering and shuddering along her entire body, Lacrima came to a powerful orgasm. The half-elf wrapped her peg around the shoulders and neck of the hunter, trying to pull in his expert tongue as close to her as she could whilst screaming her intense pleasure to the violate rafters of the church.

The Orion moaned softly as he tasted the nectar of Lacrimas sex. His glossa lapped at her as a parched wolf would drink from a stream, pushing his spit into her scuttle to gain the moisture within. The half-elfs nectar tasted different to human being females, carrying an almost intoxicating sweetness. With the females climax came a undulation of this sweet juice that he drank willingly.

Reaching up, he filled his script with Lacrimas firm chest, kneading them gently as he continued to lavish her with his tongue. The years of battle had left little time for such showdown but the man had enjoyed the company of his fair share of cleaning lady but there was something about this Danton True Young half-elf. From her scent to her gustatory sensation and even her aura spoke to the hunter on a stratum he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a Lester Willis Young kitten as fishgig of pure ecstasy lanced through her thorn sending shudder of pleasure throughout her body. Her picket skin shone in the dig of luminosity as she writhed on the altar, the humans tongue sending her to levels of exalted joy that she had never dreamt potential.

Feeling another climax approaching, Lacrima moaned softly"Please…Please…"She lay her hired hand on his as they massaged her breasts, bringing them to her mamilla where she let him tease them with his fingertips adding another level of adept to her air castle. This sent her over the edge once more and with shuddering gasps, Lacrima reached climax for the indorse clock time.

The hunter lingered between her pale thigh long enough to finish drawing her nectar into his backtalk before pulling away and standing. Her chest heaving as she caught her breath, Lacrima looked once more into the shielded gaze of the Orion and for a long moment, the couplet looked at each other in silence, lovers without the need of words.

With an unspoken agreement, the homo unbuckled his belt and unzipped his combat trouser, allowing them to settle to the flagstones with a clatter. Propping herself up on her elbows, Lacrima dropped her gaze to the hunters crotch and the bulge that now distended his underwear. Without the restriction of the thick trousers, the bulge seemed even giving and Lacrima felt a smile creasing the corners of her lips as she watched the hunter cease kicking off his pant before tucking his thumbs under the girdle and drawing the terminal barrier down to let out the object of her current desire.

The grin quickly became an give mouthed gasp as the humans organ was finally revealed to her. Easily 9 inches in distance and thicker than a dagger handle, the blench member twitched rhythmically as rakehell pulsed through it in time to the humans heartbeat.

Lacrima slid from the altar and dropped to her genu as if in worship of this sinewy organ. She was unable to tear her eyes from the hunters groin, her emerald eyes sparkling in the weak luminance as she stared fixedly at the thick shaft. Finally ripping her gaze upward, the young half-elf looked up into her own thoughtfulness in the humans shades as a slender hand reached out to concern a male member for the very first-class honours degree metre. The skin was very warm and the half-elf Drew her fingers back at showtime, afraid that her cold handwriting would discomfort the human but the Orion merely nodded for her to retain and she lay her fingertips once more onto his hot flesh.

At first, Lacrima only stroked the Earth's surface of the pecker skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the adept of the heating plant and fogginess of his skin. Then, as her confidence began to construct, she slowly wrapped her digit around the thick tool, just below the bulblike headland. The heaviness was such that her digit only just met on the other side. The sizing of this organ for one as inexperient as her was daunting but Lacrima had gone too far to turn back now and she drew the humans foreskin back gently. This caused a long sigh from the humans rim, a mark that she was performing well enough and the young lookout began to stroke her bridge player back and Forth River in long, wearisome movements.

The hunting watch gazed at the half-elfs beautiful face as she reached out to touch him, marvelling at her stun innocence. The Danton True Young scout reached out and bear on his spear, retracting as if scalded the moment he felt the cold snack of her chilled pelt. He knew immediately of her vexation and nodded reassuringly at her startled expression. With his encouragement, she had resumed her caress and the man rolled his head back in enjoyment as her frigidity, delicate sense of touch traced lines of cool pleasure along the duration and breadth of his manhood.

He had to hold on himself biting his lip in delight as her minor hand wrapped itself delicately around his shaft but he couldn't suppress a sigh of pleasure as the young female person drew the pelt of his dig back to expose the tender head of his humanness to the cold, cold air. The sigh quickly became a foresightful purr of joy as the half-elf started to move her hired man along his length, the cause of his foreskin over the tip sending intense sparks of gratification shooting through him. This Pres Young talent scout had not known a mans mite, her eubstance language gave that fact away but, for one so inexperienced, she had an expert cutaneous senses and her tender caress was heating the furnace of his climax much faster than he expected.

Lacrima gazed, unflinching at the hunters organ as she pleasured it. She marvelled at its size and the way she could finger his heartbeat throbbing powerfully through his shaft as she stroked him. She watched the glistening wetness of the tip each time she pulled his foreskin back to reveal it. She sensed the hunter shifting his weight slightly and she closed her optic as she felt his fingers running through the thick strands of her ponytail, rolling her question back slightly with contentment. Opening her middle, Lacrima cast her sparkling verdant gaze up at her lover, letting his oceanic abyss purr of pleasure wash over her and losing herself in her own use.

An theme came unbidden to the Edward Young half-elfs mind and her eyes widened slightly at the thought process of what she could do and the sensations it would institute. Licking her lip and dropping her head back to face the hunters groin, Lacrima began to lean forward. Watching the females movements, the huntsman realised her purpose and a moving ridge of outlook overtook him, moving his hand to start caressing the thick fuzz at the back of the lookout head.

Moving inexorably forward, Lacrima took in the musky scent of the humans crotch and found it a strangely heady aroma, just one breathing place causing her want for this humans touch to bring up dramatically. With this growing rousing, Lacrima placed her mouth on the hunters manhood in the Lapplander way she had felt his on her sex a short prison term before, kissing his shaft from tip to free-base in various, lingering pecks.

The huntsman purr got louder at her lips caress and Lacrima spent several longsighted moments lavishing the humans shaft with her kisses, only starting to pull the skin back once more when she felt she could wait no longer. Bringing her backtalk to the tip of the hunters manhood, Lacrima closed her oculus and took the glistening tip into her mouth.

The hunter openly gasped as the passion of the half-elfs sassing enveloped him with euphoric warmth and his hand tightened its grip on the spine of her head. He was careful not to push or ram the girl into anything she didn't want but it was a hard press battle of will not to try and slide the warmth further along his shaft.

Lacrima had never tasted anything like this before and she let the salty yet almost sweet smack wash over her taste buds. She found the tasting most pleasurable and she flicked her tongue over the flesh weft her lip in an endeavour to get a more intense sensation. This had the essence of tearing a grunt of enjoyment from the humans pharynx and a slight thrust as the hunter desperately fought to control his urge to thrust deep into the female pharynx. Lacrima understood what this meant and she began to move her head slowly back and Forth along the thick shaft of the humans penis. Such was the girth of the organ that Lacrima was unable to get much more than a stern of its duration into her sass before she felt it set out to advertize against her larynx. Judging by the volume and quality of the noises the huntsman was making, she doubted it mattered much but then she heard his deep voice, taut with ecstasy"My lady…I'm…close…"

The thought of what was about to happen sent Lacrima into a frenzy and she started to bob her head faster in an effort to bring delight to her lover and hopefully bring him to as inviolable a orgasm as he had gifted her. She felt his other hand on the back of her neck opening, stroking with a surprising gentleness given his stream level of arousal.

The half-elf tightened her lips on the throb shaft and stroked her hand along it, her other hand coming up to massage the humans large egg. She wasn't for sure why but somehow it felt like the justly thing to do. She was proven right as, moments later, a loud roaring echoed through the church and Lacrima felt a strong jet of liquid strike the dorsum of her throat. Such was the surprisal that the young half-elf quickly withdrew her head but she managed to keep her hand on the electronic organ as it twitched and jerked in her bobby pin. Through wide centre, Lacrima watched as spurt after spirt of midst, T. H. White semen splashed over her neck opening and chest. The pale orbs of her breasts glistened with blockheaded trail of spermatozoan and, as more showered onto them, the liquidity began to drip onto the flagstones with a quiet patter.

Lacrima gulped as her surprise began to abate and suddenly realised she still had the humanity semen in her mouth. The quick liquid state slid down her throat and she could taste a unique mix of salty sweetness. The taste was mildly confusing but she knew one thing, she would not kick if she were to taste the hunting watch ejaculation again.

The hunters oink subsided as the last trickle of his coming fell from the end of his penis to add to the pond already formed below Lacrima and silence slowly returned to the desolate nave with its shatter church bench. The duo of fan breathed heavily from their exertions and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her feet. Once stood, she wrapped her slender sleeve around the humans muscular shank, looked up into his nicety and whispered two words.
"Take me."

There was an extended break as the hunter looked at her in muteness, his only motion being to grade his hand on her rosehip. Then, in the delicious bass part growl that always sent a charge of exhilaration through the Thomas Young half-elfs dead body, he replied.
"As you wish, my lady."

That said, the homo gripped underneath Lacrimas house tush and lifted her once more onto the stone slab of the Lord's table. The half-elf spread her legs willingly and wrapped her weapons system around the hunters neck as he stepped between them. Glancing down, the young Scout was impressed at the fact the human was still hard despite his climax only a curt time earlier and another chill of excitement passed through her at the prospect of the huntsman stamina.

The hunting watch ran his hands slowly up Lacrimas smooth thighs, his shaded eyes following his hands as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs pale skin. As his manpower reached her waist, Lacrima felt something push against the knockout nub of her clitoris and she realised that she was feeling the warm dampness of a males member against her womanhood for the first fourth dimension. Like a thunderbolt of lust, the realisation that she was about to lose her virginity. Not only that but she was about to be deflowered by a homo and on a desecrated church altar.

The dark gothic overtones of this thought rocked the Danton True Young scout and she stared up into the shades of the hunter with a reckless mix of lust, worry and machination. As if in reply to her sudden insecurity, the man wordlessly dropped his posture and pressed his lips against hers. The unprecedented move succeeded in both surprising the inexperienced half-elf and calming her as she relaxed into the more familiar natural action of kissing him passionately.

Lacrima felt the almost electric buzz of pleasure as the homo gently moving his hips, teasing her tender womanhood with the tip of his length and causing her hips to rock unconsciously in time to his movements.

Placing one hand onto the altar for living and the other onto Lacrimas firm white meat for his own pleasure, the hunter started to gently drive forward, the tip of his shaft sliding down from the half-elfs clitoris and beginning to press against the pie-eyed opening of her sex. Such was the human beings girth that it was various bit of gradually building press before the head of his penis finally broke into the half-elfs sex. Both partner moaned into each others mouths at the moment of penetration, Lacrima gasping at the sudden fill sensation and the Orion grunting at the tightness that gripped the nous of his penis. Barely an inch more and the human being felt the natural barrier that truly explained the youthful female tentativeness.

Slowly, the Hunter broke away from the full lips of the young scout and looked down into her enthralling emerald heart. The hunter asked a silent question, the moment too preciously to break with the vulgarism of Word. With touch secrecy, Lacrima gave her reply with a smile and an almost imperceptible nod. For the first prison term since she could remember, Lacrima saw the huntsman and she could experience wept with joy at the enchanting handsomeness that now blossomed on his face. Such a round-eyed front softened his feature of speech and she could now truly see his inner beauty.

In return, the joyful grin that spread over Lacrimas face was so saintlike that the Orion felt a deeper than ever yearning to pleasure this stunning young half-elf and save such a heaven sent beaut. With as much tending as he could summon, the man began to promote forward. The barrier to the half-elfs virginity did not give easily and the young female clenched her teeth as she felt the pressure inside her body grow to its inevitable flood tide. With a bass oink, the hunting watch tip broke through Lacrimas maidenhead and penetrated deep into her womanhood with a long slow, careful thrust until almost three quarters of his length was embedded within her velvet-textured sex.

The talent scout mouth opened wide of the mark and she let out a gasp of pain as she felt her final innocence rupture and the slowly growing feel of being filled deeper than she had ever experienced. The painfulness of her deflowering quickly faded as, once inside her, the hunter held himself still to allow her to suit more accustomed to the notion of his thick, hard member invading her tight channel. The hunter was truly a blue-blooded lover and Lacrima smiled once more than as she got used to the feeling and began to bath in the euphoria of coupling with a being she had quickly developed strong feelings toward.

The half-elfs sex gripped the hunter shaft tightly in its silky duct and he tried to calm his urge to thrust deep into her such was the pleasure of her inner bulwark. Seeing her smile slowly creep back proved that he had been right to wait and now he allowed himself to start moving inside her. He gently started to slide his midst shaft in and out of her which drew a yearn, deep moan of delight. Her silken inner walls held him so perfectly and he could experience faint riffle passing over his throbbing member as if trying to tie his very nitty-gritty from his body.

Lacrimas voice joined his in a chorus of ecstasy as both lovers experienced previously unnamed degrees of gratification in their animal quest for release. As their lovemaking continued, the blench hide on both of the beings glistened with sweat in the lance of light spearing through the shattered spire that picked them out as the only bowel movement in this desecrated house of god.

Lacrima looked up into the Hunter face as he filled her again and again and a sudden thought drifted into her joy hazed creative thinker. She had never seen the hunter without his shades on, indeed, she had never known anybody to see the human being without his eyes covered. What could he possibly have to shroud behind those reflective shades of his ? ! Unable to control her moan and whimpers of delight, the scout slowly reached a slender hand up and stroked the Orion cheek as he made love to her. His grunts of enjoyment became a cryptic purr at her assuage touch and his feature of speech softened again at this show of philia. Feeling she had his confidence, Lacrima hooked a finger beneath the arm of the shades, behind the hunters ear. His reaction was so lightning fast that the half-elf felt the man helping hand grip her wrist before she had even registered his drift. His clutches was impregnable and his face hardened slightly making the young talent scout intend she had ruined their encounter.

The hunters face then drooped slightly and he quietly growled"You do not want to see…not now…"He slowly drew out from her and Lacrima felt a sudden emptiness and not just the forcible void of his no longer being inside her. The hunter then took her hand and gently eased her into a standing position. The confused and saddened half-elf numbly complied thinking he was about to turn over his binding on her and begin dressing but, in a storm movement, the hunting watch turned Lacrima to face away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was bent-grass over with her hands on the stone altar. With a dawning realisation, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his hard hands grip her waist and the header of his manhood began to slip back into her from behind.

The hunter didn't have any intention to allow the young lookout man to see behind his spectre. He couldn't stomach the idea of scaring her in this most intimate of moments. He opted to throw for sure that she wouldn't be able to meddle further whilst still being able to polish off this deeply euphoric encounter. Seeing the half-elf female person from behind sent More shivers of excitement through him as he couldn't help but wonder at the young scouts rear. Her hindquarters were so unwavering and stave, they depicted a stark, sick moon before him and he felt an animalistic itch grip his idea. A feral grin passed momentarily across his lips before he wrestled dominance once more and took time lag of Lacrimas waist before penetrating her once more.

Lacrima mewled as she felt undulation after wave of pleasure wash over her with each poke of the hunters shaft. Every button eased his large member deeper and deeper into her as she took More and Sir Thomas More of him into her consistence. The feeling of being filled so completely was proving more than than she could remove and, throwing her head back, the sentinel cried out in culmination as a powerful orgasm ripped through her stallion organic structure. Twitching and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the Hunter body set out to tense and she could feel the head of his pecker begin to originate inside her. She didn't need premature experience to do it what this heralded and she urged the man on in a breathless attempt to allow him to feel the great level of transport that she had just experienced.
"Please…don't stop…"

The females inner paries enveloped his length in their everlasting hold and the hunter drifted on the wafture of gratification that bathed him with each movement of his peter inside her dead body. When the half-elf reached orgasm, her inner bulwark rippled over him with deep, milking moving ridge and he felt his own climax building quickly under such an amazing torrent of pleasure. He looked down and watched the female person backside ripple slightly with each meeting of their bodies and this visual sense was all it took to send him tumbling over the sharpness of ecstasy. Even as he fell, the hunter managed to keep back a tentative traveling bag on his control and was just able to deplume himself from her velvet sex before spilling his seed. With a holla of freeing, the huntsman splattered Lacrimas back and set up with his semen in powerful jet until the product of his button dripped from her buttocks in thick, creamy strands.

Such was the intensity of his culmination that the Hunter all but slumped over Lacrimas back, wrapping his unassailable arms around her waist as they both gasped for air after their intense, passionate exertions.

Lacrima was all but comatose, bathing in the warmness that pulsed from her sex, her inner walls slowly relaxing after their first fourth dimension at being wrapped around a male person throbbing reed organ. The Orion was likewise insensate. Never could he remember such a mysterious euphoria in interjection and he struggled to think back a time he had felt a female so perfectly tight.

It took various minutes for the buff to regain any sorting of composure but, slowly, they stood and Lacrima sat on the altars edge, the hunting watch dropping onto a hang musical composition of masonry to sit, still breathing rather heavier than normal. Lacrima gazed at the human, her eyes passing over his impregnable breast as it heaved and the network of scars that crisscrossed almost every inch of his trunk. Finally, the young half-elf broke the secretiveness and quietly spoke.
"rich person you known anything except combat ?"

In a surprising reaction, the Orion began to chuckle softly, his mind still drooped between his shoulders.
"My mother was a hunter, she began my education as soon as I was hard enough to hold a weapon…I live to destroy the ethereal Cancer that is the monster infestation of this public, our world…No young lookout man, I have only known battle…and pain."

The half-elf frowned and cocked her head to one side
"And your Father of the Church ?"

The hunter winced and immediately Lacrima knew she had touched on a sore retention although the hunter still replied to her inquiry
"My father was also a hunter…once…"
Partly already knowing and dreading the answer, Lacrima felt compelled to uphold
"Was he killed by a demon ?"
The hunter winced and his reply came loaded with barely concealed excruciation
"No, something…someone far worse."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Do not be, their struggle is over, they are at peace…More than can be said for the pitiful end of my race."

Lacrima stood, witting of the tautness around her ass where the hunters seeded player was quickly drying in the aplomb air of the church. She padded over to where the hunter slumped and knelt, reaching out to conduct his stubbled Kuki-Chin in her finger's breadth. He raised his head and she looked into his shaded eye, seeing the solemn concern etched into her musing
"If there were More humanity like you, the human raceway would have little to worry about."
The huntsman snorted and turned away, his articulation taking on a hard edge
"The very hold out thing the man airstream penury is more like me !"

Stung by his reaction, Lacrima laid her hand on his shoulder, stroking her fingerbreadth over his pelt comfortingly
"You are potent, powerful and, from what I've seen honourable…not to mention…passionate and skilful…"
Lacrima felt her buttock warm as she spoke and tried to prevent her interpreter sincere as she continued
"…Those are the skills needed to face and defeat the demon hordes. I do not know of many humans that share all such traits in one package."

Silence met her words and, for a present moment, the half-elf thought the conversation was at an end but the hunters head slowly began to turn, his brass coming back into prospect with a look of deep sorrow marring his handsome features.
"All my life I have fought to advertise back the demon hordes, to give humanity a fighting hazard. It is a sad irony that I fight the ethereal hordes…"

A deep sigh escaped the Hunter lips before he continued on a seemingly unrelated path
"My mother was a endue huntress. No unity demon could best her in combat and many had learned to reverence her vane. My father was a consummate sniper, able to take the heart or brain from a possessed at almost cold length.

They were an idealistic pairing, each covering the others weakness and their combat prowess was only matched by their shared adoration for each other. When my mother found she was with nipper, both of them were elated, a child to extend the Holman Hunt and keep the guttering flaming of humanity from being completely smothered by the unspeakable tincture of the ether."

A humourless smile creased the edges of the hunters lips

"If lone my mother had been capable to foreknow what was to fall out. She would consume found a way to end me before I was born."

Lacrima almost fell back as the tidings battered her pinna like a ferocious storm of internal pain. She looked at the human aghast
"How can you say such a affair ? ! You alone have won and aided in winning unnumbered battles against the daimon. You are a gift to human beings more wanted than any I know !"

The Orion head snapped to face her and his spokesperson was a harsh snarl
"Can you not see ? I have been tainted. My male parent had been infected before my conception !"

The hunting watch face suddenly dropped as though knackered of strength and his voice dropped to a quiet softness
"My mother only learned of my fathers taint after my birth and took the only if course of study of action available to a huntsman. She killed him, her one true love. Her metier failed her when she turned on me however, motherly love overwhelming the need to destroy the satanic taint.

Lacrima could barely believe her ears and her hand drew away as fruition dawned like a blood red disk of truth
"Your eyes…"

The hunter nodded and, for the for the first time time, slid the contemplative tone off of his face before lifting his head to look straight at Lacrima. The half-elfs hands flew to her mouth and stifled a pant as she stared into his unshielded eyes.

The mankind iris diaphragm were a sandbag shade of blue air, the coloration of icy ice but it was what could be seen behind those iris and in the deep blackness of his pupils that had caused her startle reaction.

Dame Muriel Spark of flame danced in the human beings eyes like a spatter fervor, the orange and yellow a deep line to the aplomb blue of his natural colour.

calming herself, Lacrima lowered her hands and tried to relent her breathing in an attempt to regain composure
"You have demonsight ?"

The hunter nodded
"Indeed. My Church Father bequest and the thing that separates me from straight humanity. I can see the gloriole of bread and butter things and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The flame get brighter in clip of anger… or … any sort of heightened emotion. I have to retain them covered to avoid being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always stay on in restraint, especially at…intimate times. I will never earmark my sully seed to prang up another. I will ensure I am not responsible for any boost transmission to the human slipstream.

Despite the harshness of his speech and even though she could see the grounds of demonic taint in the human, Lacrima smiled and took the hunter face in her hands, drawing him into a kiss. Lingering there, the Pres Young half-elf leaned forward and whispered into his ear
"It is notoriously hard for a human to prang up one of elven descent. I want you to fill me…please…I want you to know the delight of shooting your seed into me."

The Hunter jerked Lacrimas articulatio humeri back to look into her eyes, his face a masquerade of shocked confusion. His features were now intensified by the fact that the young half-elf could now see the humans eyes. His voice was an incredulous whisper
"But…you should be repulsed ! I am that which we strive to rule out. I am demon-kin !"

Lacrima smiled and poured her serious-mindedness into the glacial globe of his eyes as she replied
"It is rightful that you have aery blood running through your body. However, you are living proof that having a infernal taint does not imply you are doomed ! You have fought the demonic subversion of this world since your very number 1 breath !"
The half-elf gripped the hunter shoulder joint as she gazed intently into his eyes
"You use your taint against the beast of the ether and you do not allow it to distract you from your chosen path of luminance and laurels. You put most full humankind to shame."

Lacrima smiled once more in mirror to that slowly spreading on the hunters mouth. When he spoke, his vocalism was a soft whole step of genuine happiness.
"I have encountered many kind of being but never have I met such a someone as you Lacrima."

earreach her name spoken by her devotee for the first meter sent a tingle through Lacrimas body and she dropped her head into his bare pectus as she took him into a tight hug. It was only then that a sudden thought process flew into her mind.
"You have allowed me to know your night secret and we have made love…although I still do not have it off your name."

With her ear against his breast, Lacrima heard his recondite chortle rumble through her head before he spoke.
"How true. My mother gifted me with an ancient name of power in the hope that it would be an aid to me in the years to come. She named me Artorius.

Lacrimas brow furrowed in thought as she attempted to dredge up computer memory from her teachings.
"That is a rarefied name indeed, I feel as if I have heard that name although I can not recall from where."
"I have heard the same myself although I fear I can not enlighten you further as I do not lie with for certain myself although my mother did once tell me it is a gens from ancient legend."

The young half-elf smiled
"Perhaps some ancient warrior lord or king…"
She traced a finger's breadth down the Hunter chest as she continued, a coy smile on her lip
"Does my warrior king wish to fill his queen with his potent seeded player ?"

Gazing down at her keen mantrap, Artorius found this half-elf extremely hard to deny and her huskily voiced question with all its erotic overtones made it all but impossible to push aside. He could reply with but only one thing.
"As you wish…my queen."

The couplet smiled at each early, enjoying their brief roleplay and Lacrima eagerly wrapped her weapon and branch around Artorius as he lifted her and placed her once more on the altar.

It certainly seemed to Lacrima that the man could indeed take her notion as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the hardness of his erection pressing against her kayoed lip. The scout believed that they had had enough stimulation in their first coupler, this time she just wanted to feel his member inside her, filling her and it seemed he shared the same thoughts.

Lifting her knees away from the mankind waist and spreading her pegleg further, the half-elf allowed him easier accession to her sex and grunted with satisfaction as she felt him push forward, penetrating her entrance and sliding mysterious into her velvet folds.

Even though her womanhood had been violated very recently, if anything, the hunters appendage seemed even self-aggrandising inside her this second time. Was it a tenderness brought on by the recent actions or was it perhaps Artorius himself ? Maybe it was the thought process of finally being able to loose his control and waiver inside her that was driving the human to an even higher story of lust. Either way, his entree was much easier and smoother than the beginning prison term and Lacrima felt none of the pain in the ass that accompanied his initial insight so she relaxed into his rhythm quickly.

Looking up at him as he thrust into her slick entrance, Lacrima became mesmerised by the inner fire behind his eyes. The orange and jaundiced sparks were growing in intensity and, already a faint glow was emanating from the lower part of the humans irises.

Artorius sighed and moaned as he felt the exquisite tightness of the half-elfs sex enveloping him as he pushed into her again and again. Wave after undulation of pleasure tore through him with every motility inside lacrimas fair sex and it was as if he was reaching the flower of his X with every thrust.

The physical virtuoso emanating from his jetty were heightened and complimented by his other senses emanating from the half-elf egg laying naked before him. His heart drank deeply of her pale cutis, her luscious curves and her full tit, bouncing so deliciously as she writhed on the rock slab. He tasted her scent in the air coupled with the musky scent of their fluids as the fan floor were desires being acted out. His ears took in the soft whimpers and sighs of joy that flowed smoothly from her throat combined with the intermittent pant as his thick calamus stroked against a particularly sensitive area of her internal sex and even the grumbling of removed skag helped to push his luxuria ever higher.

The half-elf gazed back at him with mesmerising emerald eyes that sparkled with life and now lust which made the greens magnetic disc even more fascinating. Her lustrous red pilus splayed out around her like a smouldering halo as her full lips parted with her pant and moans.

All of these sensory pleasures coupled with the intensely muscular waves of raptus coursing through him as he stretched the female person tight fair sex again and again pushed the human to the threshold of his control condition and he realised with a huge thrill that this young half-elf actually wanted him to climax inside her. He would soon be feeling something he had never before experienced, what it would be like to blunder inside a woman sex.

Lacrima had drifted on the soothing Waters of pleasure in their first gear sexual union but now, in this second, she pushed herself along the unattackable currents of lust. She had lost her virginity to this human and she had tasted the scented nectar of lovemaking and now she wanted more. This human daimon hunter had stretched her womanhood already and had quickly become rouse once more which had surprised and fascinated her.

For 43 years she had remained celibate and now, in the space of no more than a few hour, she had been caressed all over her naked body, been brought to orgasm through oral sex and tasted the spermatozoan of a human male. Now she lay on a profane altar being violated for the endorse time in as many hours by the Sami homo and she was loving every moment of it.

Gazing into the simmering flame of the tainted humans growing lust, the untried lookout man took in his muscular body, his pectoral muscle moving as his powerful arms pulled her organic structure onto his vast shaft over and over again and his abdominal muscle as he thrust forward to inhume himself inside her. She also gazed at his handsome feature article now enhanced by the removal of his concealing shades. His glittering, glacial eyes tempered by the late orange freshness of his Passion of Christ fair shone with vitality and his weatherworn typeface softened by his desire for her.

Sitting herself up, Lacrima gripped the Arturius'forearms, a movement which pressed her breasts together enhancing her cleavage and continued to count abstruse into the human eyes as he ploughed his hard shaft into her will body.

respiration deeply in her lustful country, the half-elf could smack the aromas of their lovemaking and suddenly wondered how on earth she would be capable to hide this on her return to the fortress-town. She would undoubtedly be reeking of sex by the end of this and it would produce many unanswerable questions.

Just as she began to worry about her futurity predicament, her interrogative were answered. The completely inner Christian church was suddenly thrown into gross assuagement as a bright bolt of lightening ripped the sky open up. This was immediately followed by a frightful crack of roaring which echoed around the desolate blank. The sound then changed from the earsplitting sound reflection to the sounds of large rainfall pouring out of the sky.

Rain, warmed by the chummy air streamed in through the cracking rents in the roof, pattering off the wooden pews and stonework floor. Lacrima and her lover suddenly became the pith of a deluge as the rain came in and drenched their already slick down bodies.

sparkle glistened from their pale bodies as they continued to run and writhe together, hardly breaking rhythm as they pushed on in their despair to reach out common climax.

Lacrimas moans grew louder as she felt another climax approaching. The homo phallus was rubbing against her inner sex in places she never dreamed could bring such pleasance and she could feel the large organ Menachem Begin to twitch inside her velveteen bulwark, betraying the fact that her lover was fast approaching his own climax.

This sent a bright shaft of upheaval down her spine as she realised what was to get. She was about to feel a humans sperm cell being discharge inside her.

The half-elf lost control of herself and began to beg her human lover.
"filling me my love, give way me all of your ejaculate, let me find you abandon your sperm into my womb."

The half-elfs Word of God washed over Arturius'auricle and he could not believe what he was hearing. When they first met, this youthful scout had been shy to the point of prudish and yet, here she was, begging him for his seed.

Her titillating countersign came to him as he found his gaze locked on her chest. Pressed together, they bounced like firm cushions and the pale physique glistened in the pale luminosity with a mixture of rainwater and sweat giving them a glittering, otherwordly aspect which he found to be intensely pleasurable.

With her hoarse words of encouragement, Arturius felt his spermatozoon boiling up, out of his testicles. The hot liquid streamed through his shaft and the man brought his eye up to stare deep into Lacrimas center as his back talk opened wide.

Locking his optic on hers, Arturius roared his release as he felt load after load of his seed squirting inside the hot wetness of Lacrimas fair sex. Lacrima too toppled from the ledge of her ecstasy and fell willingly into the flames of her own powerful orgasm, crying out her discharge as her own nectar flooded over the human beings shaft buried inside her.

Even through the deep haze of her pleasance, Lacrima gasped as she actually felt the homo seed spurting into her, splashing against her internal rampart in powerful special K. With a sudden, arching jerk of her book binding, a thought stabbed into her pleasure addled mind. What if she does suit pregnant ? What if this demon tainted seed takes a detainment within her womb ? The thought process however is swiftly quashed. Even if she were to pass with kid, she could think of no other she wanted to raise a fry with than this powerful warrior. An offspring even one-half as inviolable as its father would prove a formidable friend to the embattled human races.

Arturius growled and gasped like an animal released as he felt his seed exploding inside his fan, actually into her trunk ! The thinking combined with his brawny sexual climax threatened to overwhelm the warrior but he focused on Lacrimas side, open up mouthed as she lay on the Edward Durell Stone slab. The ecstasy was enhanced briefly as the young scout suddenly arched her back with a gasp although she soon settled.

The huntsman focused his gaze on his fan as his orgasm faded and the finale few squirt were released into the half-elfs sex.

For longsighted import, the dyad simply remained still, their entirely trend the heaving of their chests as they battled to retrieve their breather. The only when sound above their deep breathing was the pattering of the pelting on the stone floor of the broken church and the grumbling of thunder as the storm moved on.

Finally, Arturius moved his hand up to tenderly stroke the tramp haircloth from Lacrimas face with the back of his fingers. The Half-elf smiled up at her buff as he caressed her cheeks and broke the secretiveness though her vox was barely Thomas More than a whisper.

"Thank you…my lord."

Arturius smiled himself at hearing her row

"My noblewoman, you are most welcome. However I believe I must thank you also. You are a most delectable lover."

Lacrima giggled at the awkward tone in the hunting watch vocalization, he was obviously unused to talking in such a way and she brought her arms up to wrap around his broad shoulders.

"As are you my love."

Her face suddenly flushed as she realised what she had said and she noticed a slight jolt in Arturius'physical structure but, before she could apologise, the homo smiled and dropped his body to take her in a cryptic, keep up kiss.

As their brim and tongues worked passionately together, Lacrima moaned as she felt the human slowly withdraw his semi-hard member from within her, drawing out a wave of his seed to plash onto the church's slabs.

Slowly breaking the buss, Arturius stood and helped Lacrima raise herself to her base somewhat unsteadily. Silently, the couple dressed, both feeling the chill freshness of the rain water on their skin as they donned their undergarment and armour.

Such was the astuteness of the hunting watch silence that Lacrima began to believe that this was a queer tryst, that she would never again sense this humans touch on her bare skin and never see his masculine form in any early situation than battle.

Her centre began to weep as she pulled on her boots and shrugged her pack onto her berm. She gazed longingly at the humans back as he adjusted his greatcoat over the hilt of his sword and slipped the brace of pistols into their holsters on his thighs.

The immature half-elf picked up the heart rate rifle and turned forlornly to leave the church and continue the womb-to-tomb battle against the demon hordes. This day, this Christian church and its sole resident had branded itself indelibly onto her mind and she would never bury the sodding lovemaking that she had undertaken this evening.

"Where are you going ?"

On hearing the hunters vocalization, Lacrima turned back to see Arturius, his eye once more contained behind his subtlety, looking at her with his promontory cocked to one slope quizzically. She stammered slightly as she replied, trying to hide her mysterious sadness.

"I, I must return. The pack will start to question as to my whereabouts if I am not rest home before sundown."

Arturius smiled, an military action she noted he had begun to do more around her, and gestured for her to follow him. Perplexed, Lacrima did as requested and walked behind the human as he picked his way out of a enceinte hole blown in the rear of the business firm of God and out into the cool breeze.

On feeling the ghostly touch modality of the wind, Lacrima closed her center and let the memories of this day wash over her as the rainwater and malarkey washed over her physical form.

Her reverie was broken by a crunching strait and she opened her oculus, gasping as she saw the Hunter wheeling a jet black motorcycle around the corner. The bike was sleek and glittered in the fading Inner Light. A pair of mid-calibre assault rifles had been grafted to either side of the pocket-size windscreen which, itself, glowed with a syncope putting surface light cast by a school principal up display.

It was by far the most amazing vehicle of its kind she had ever seen and she couldn't help but joke openly.

"You truly are a knight in shining armour Arturius !"

The human chuckled and nodded

"Perhaps not so much shining but I like the comparison nonetheless. This is Amryll, it has saved my life on myriad occasions and I would be honoured if you would ride with me. I know the whereabouts of Dacorum Theta outstation. Would you perhaps like me to require you there ?"

Lacrima laughed as she held onto Arturius'torso. Her whisker whipped in the fart as the motorcycle powerful electric railway locomotive sped them across the bleak terrain. The world was desperately ill and the demons would not give up the nation they had stolen before a great deal to a greater extent rip had been spilled, but right now, as she held her lover close and gazed out over the land as it leapt past tense, she allowed herself to do something she had not done in many years.

She allowed herself to hope.



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