HUNTER & PREY

Lacrima picked her way through the rubble and debris of the conk out town. Barely a few months before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a finish frontier settlement of the dwindling homo race. Now it lay decimated, open to the dim skies like an disembowel corpse.
The half-elf scouted the area alone, checking for sign of aliveness or, more importantly, signs of demonic infestation. Her sharp eyes scanned the ruining of each building intently, the deep common of her irises glittering in the attenuation light like emeralds on an ornate steel hilt.

She wore the monetary standard way out slate greyness jump suit and pitch-black physical structure armour that designated her as a soldier in the Terran rebellion army corps. Being a picket, Lacrima carried a more compact rendering pulse rifle and the jumpsuit was a tighter fit to allow almost silent movement. The compact grey material clung to her slim, lithe torso, rippling as her powerful leg musculus propelled her through the terrain like a prowling feline on the hunting for prey.

Lacrima moved stealthily, her long years of education and combat experience making her movements fluid, almost felid. Her slender shape stalked the shadows, a specter in search of quarry on a desolate landscape. A promiscuous breeze ghosted through the vacuous streets like the last, racking breathing place of a dying man and it stirred the deep auburn tomentum that hung in loose curls down Lacrimas back in a retentive ponytail that reached midway down her shoulders.

Her patrol took her toward the eye of what remained of the town and the church at its heart. The ancient construction that once cut an imposing silhouette now lay broken. The spire that had once stood proud in its benevolence and resplendency to the heavens had been destroyed completely. All that remained were snapped rafters jutting toward the vault of heaven like the dried, broken ribs of the Town's chest.

Lacrima approached the once dandy principal entrance to the church service, gaping across-the-board undefendable like a thick combat injury. Its room access had been ripped from their hinges and used as wood to burn the few that had survived the demon attack in a pyre to their fell Creator. Lacrimas nose wrinkled as an offensive smell reached her nostrils and she was certain she could still smell the burning flesh of those unfortunates as she entered the doorsill of the church, the stink forever tainting the very air that twisted and eddied in the alight breeze.

The young half-elf darted into the once holy spot and began her search of the desolate interior space when she froze suddenly. Her sharp middle had spotted movement and she knelt silently behind the splintered remains of a pew to honor the setting before her with a sense of wonderment.

The one known as the huntsman was knelt beside the churches altar. He was knelt in a kitty of brightness that was cast through the shattered cadaver of a large varnished methamphetamine windowpane. The man had stripped his signature leather topcoat and black eubstance armor to expose his upper torso. The warriors peel was pallid, a park sign of those that lived under the burned sky that now hung over the worlds diseased landscape and his body was coated in a thin lustre of sweat that glittered in the vaguely split ray of Light. Lacrimas skin tone was airless to that of her Elven kin making it paler still than even this hunting watch and this emphasised the lentigo on her nose and upper cheeks and the young half-elf felt the fondness of a faint rosiness which she knew would only create them abide out even more. The Hunter had his right arm rested on a broken plinth beside the altar and he appeared to be sewing a mysterious gash that ran most the duration of his upper arm.

The humans muscles flexed and bulged with painfulness as the acerate leaf pierced his shape and, although the scene before her was grim, Lacrima could not help but find a sealed pleasure from seeing this one-half naked human.

At 43 years old, Lacrima was considered a Danton True Young grownup within her race, the equivalent weight of a homo girl just out of her stripling. This combined with the near ceaseless training and battle meant that Lacrima had never had clock time to think much about male person and she had never touched a males body except for when she was sparring or treating wounds. Now, crouched silently in her hiding berth, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The Man trunk was in stupefy strong-arm shape, his rippling venter and large arm heftiness sending unfamiliar shivers of pleasure through the half-elf's slender consistency.

Despite her combat senses screaming in protest, the Cy Young soldier felt compelled to move closer and, breaking cover at a crouch, she silently, crept closer to the hunter as a moth would reap close to a hopeful flame. She could not explain her excitement or the need to approach but somehow, she just wanted to be tightlipped to him and to gaze upon his from with salutary detail.

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors movements in skilful detail and stifled a grin as she realised he was evidently not a develop medick. The hunting watch stitches were nifty and mingy but he was moving at a retard and deliberate pace as one with knowledge but picayune experience would do. He had obviously read or seen how to perform subject area medicine but had not had a good deal practice and it was made infinitely harder by having to execute it on himself.

Such was Lacrima's aid to the muscled homo that she momentarily forgot the teachings of stealing and accidently kicked a small piece of music of fallen masonry, sending it skittering across the marbled floor. The hunter's reaction was immediate and lightning fast. scrap reflexes that had been honed over countless fight snapped his hand down to the nearest artillery, a pistol that had lay out of Lacrima's sight, behind the rock music on which he had rested his bruise arm and brought the sidearm up to point at the author of the sound."show yourself."This was the first time Lacrima had ever heard the human speak and she was taken aback as to how deep and resonant it was, echoing around the desolate church service in commanding, sea bass waves.

The half-elf intruder did not go from her place hidden behind a judiciary, frozen like a panicked rabbit in a set of intense, masculine headlamp. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the ogre hunter'arm was aimed directly at her. The hunter's part sounded once more, this time dropping to a dangerously smooth level that nevertheless carried a weighty tone of malevolence."I know you skulk in the tail, now tread 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 svelte bowel movement, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched position behind a shattered pew and stood, promontory bowed slightly like a school nipper caught by a tutor. Long import passed as the Hunter appeared to contemplate her silently from beneath the gunmetal spectre that he was never seen without. Lacrima felt a sudden chill and a sense of desolation passed like a quiver down her spine. It was as if the man was looking through her, seeing past her physical form to study her inner being. This highly uncomfortable tone was only accented by the batch of the pistol that was pointed at her head.

After what was probable only a minute but, what felt like an age to Lacrima, the huntsman stood and descended the steps from the altars dais, onto the filthy marble of the church main floor. His movements were slow but fluid, resembling a vulture approaching its quarry. Despite the obvious danger to her person, Lacrima could not help but point out his chassis. The man was easily close to six feet tall and she was drawn to the way the directional light from the broken window shimmered from his pale peel and threw the muscle system of his consistency into an ever changing landscape of light and shadow. The pistol never once strayed from Lacrima, true proof of this hunting watch martial artistry.

The hunter approached Lacrima in quiet and the half-elf felt ineffectual to travel or speak, somehow held in a trance by this human. All she could do was endure and await her fortune, her emerald eyes watching the now dim lighter reflect from his raw upper body which seemed to accent his already impressive muscular structure, and wonder why she felt such self-contradictory emotions of care and another, more confusing feeling…was it desire ? !

The hunter came to a halt a score of paces from the half-elf and slowly lowered the weapon although Lacrima noted that he kept a pew between them to keep her from approaching him at speed. Once before her, he spoke once again, this time without the dangerous malice but a note of wariness still rang through its deep tones.
"I have seen no activity in this place for respective days now."

As he approached this intruder, the hunter appraised the potentiality scourge. It was certainly human or of a humanoid race. It wore the uniform of a rebel scout and was female judging by the way the armour had been shaped around the chest area.
As he got closer, he could spend a penny out more details and he began to think this was no assailant. The being stood before him was a half-elf, one of the new subspecies that had emerged after the initial daemon invasion of Terra. This specimen was around average height for one of her raceway, around 5'6"and slender. Her tomentum was a affect shade of red, pulled back in a blotto ponytail although a few stray string framed her almost ghostly pale side. With a slight flush of realisation, the human came to take down that this accentuated the female already considerable beauty.

Most half-elves took on the elegant, sharp features of their elven parent but this one had much cushy seventh cranial nerve feature film. The almost translucent pale hide of her slender grimace had a healthy, porcelain smoothness and was broken only by a set of freckles that ran across her impertinence and small, button nose. Her pointed auricle and full, pale lips gave her an alien, alluring aspect, greatly accented by her slanted greenness eyes and it was into these emerald globe that the Hunter found himself gazing. The female person 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 man face in his eyebrows and lips and she wondered what must be going on in the hunting watch mind. So preoccupied was she with this routine of events coupled with her own confused emotions that she almost jumped out of her tegument when the warrior spoke again.
"What brings you to this area soldier ?"

The Hunter voice still carried an almost ingrained air of authority but the lookout could discover a warming of his tone and she attempted to cover her awe by throwing a humeral veil of confidence over her flustered state. Squaring her shoulders, she stood before the human, and fixed him with what she hoped was a nonchalant glare.
"The same could be asked of you sir."
Her statement met secretiveness and the young pathfinder decided to retain
"A number of scouts have been sent from outpost Dacorum Theta to valuate if this orbit is good for rehabilitation. The ogre appear to have slaked their thirst for stemma here and moved on."

The hunter nodded slightly but said nothing and Lacrima was left with the uneasy sense that he was analysing everything she said, searching for any falsehood. Silence ensued as the two seemed to assess each other. In the sullen silence, Lacrima found her gaze meandering over the muscular torso of the hunting watch and she felt very unusual inspiration within her, it certainly felt like desire but why ? She had only ever seen this man from a aloofness and never spoken to him so why should she finger anything but curiosity for this lone devil stalker.

As she tried to ram her itinerary of cerebration onto a different track, her green eyes settled on his offend arm. The Half-Elf had heard many a rumour about this human being, he was a loner and little was truly known of his setting or intentions. All that was really known was his ability and desire to destroy demons wherever he encountered them. This is my chance perhaps, Lacrima thought to herself. Perhaps I could get hold out more about this homo and prepare a write up back to the council. The rebellion council were extremely interested as to how one man could pull through so long in the wildernesses and cursed plains. Any information she could glimmer from him could prove life-sustaining for hereafter plans.

After taking a few, calming breathing time, the half-elf softened her look slightly, taking on what she hoped was a convincing masquerade party of a implicated face. Lacrima then adopted a quieter, friendlier musical note as she addressed the hunter once more.
"Your injury looks oceanic abyss, would you like to see one of our healers ? It is not a great distance to Dacorum…"
There was a present moment hesitation as, suddenly, an simulacrum flashed into her psyche eye of her minor custody stroking the bare skin of the muscular humans arm her picket hand on the smooth, warm flesh as it glittered in a puddle of brightness. She could almost feel the firmness of purpose of his muscle on her fingertips. The judicious rush of pedigree to her brass caught Lacrima off guard and it took effort not to gasp with surprise. Quickly trying to re-centre her thoughts, Lacrima managed to continue unsteadily.
"..Or…perhaps…allow me to help you ?"

An bunglesome secretiveness followed with the hunter remaining stable as if he hadn't even heard the new scouts'word. The pause allowed Lacrimas thinker to run sidesplitter with ikon of her touching this pale, brawny arm. Her skin tingled as her mind tried to recreate what this warriors soundbox would feel like to her delicate mite and this sent an intense flood of emotions through the Danton True Young half-elf forcing her to draw on her inner persuasiveness in a dire attack to not swag back from the mental onrush. Such was the chroma of the look-alike, Lacrima found herself panting faintly and, with a sudden stab of fruition, she knew she was blushing deeply.

Dim light that filtered through the ruined windows and open ceiling, catching the musing open of the hunters shades. The human stood before the scout like a statue of ancient times. I marble carven warrior world-beater, stripped to the waist and battle scarred. The poetic imagery did nothing to help Lacrimas flustered state and, when the hunter finally did speak, even his quiet tone caused her to jump in surprise at the sudden shattering of silence.
"No, no healers."
Another short-circuit suspension and this clock time, the shock had sharpened the young scouts weed and she could notice a feint tone of mix-up on the hunters stoic features. Was he thinking similar sentiment of her ? ! His head flicked to see down at his wound and he brought his arm up to give up closer inspection.

Lacrima was transfixed by the movement. 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 fluent ascendency as the hunter flexed them, testing the profoundness of the injury and even the wince of hurting as he moved damaged tissue paper wasn't enough to halt the half-elf's reverie.

After a few present moment, the hunter came to a conclusion and lowered his arm, fixing the youth female in his gaze once more and Lacrima hoped she didn't flavor as flustered as she felt. The huntsman spoke and, for the first prison term since their merging various arcminute before, she detected a note of kindness in his voice. It was very feint but it was there nonetheless.
"It may prove utile if you could aid me. You are trained in line of business medicine ?"

Lacrima nodded dumbly, unable to form give-and-take and hoped it would be enough. After a retentive moment, the hunter nodded in return, a obtuse, short motility and turned away from her, heading toward the dais steps.
Taking this as a still invitation to follow, Lacrima fell in behind. As she walked, Lacrima allowed her gaze to roam a little more freely over the mankind back now she didn't tactile property like her every thought was being scrutinised by his intense stare. The human being had virtually no fat on his body which allowed Lacrima to see the musculature of his vertebral column. She watched the small muscular tissue around his spine sliding back and forth with his pace and the expectant, telling brawn of his shoulders as his arms swayed at his position. The lookout looked over his figure and felt a warmness in the base of her stomach as her center took in his slim waistline and broad shoulders. This truly was an fantabulous specimen of masculinity. The merely thing marring the look-alike was the state of the human's skin. His binding was a latticework of mark, nearly healed but a few stood out an angry red belike making them fresher and Lacrima found herself building a new tier of respect and wonderment for this lone warrior. She would have to ask for more about these wound when the time develop.

Mounting the whole tone to the Lord's table plinth, the hunter led the half-elf to the position she had first encountered him beside the swell, Harlan Fisk Stone slab. There she found the humans armour and equipment laid out in almost perfectly straight melodic line, not a undivided detail out of station. The young picket stifled a giggle on seeing such neatness. She had no idea a warrior of such stature and obvious skill also lived a life burdened with Oppressive Compulsive disorder !

"Something amuses you ?"
Startled, Lacrima snapped her head up and realised with a start that she was once more in the humankind shaded gaze. She had had no idea she had been smiling outwardly and took on a sheepish expression.
"My apologies sir, I meant no discourtesy. It is just not often I encounter a male with such…order."
A pause ensued and the Cy Young talent scout tenderness dropped as she feared she had annoyed the hunter and blown any chance for knowledge. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her heart sing. For the first time since their meeting, the hunter smiled. It was a brief curling of the lips accompanied by a quick exhalation resembling a snort of amusement but it was enough to lend a beaming grin the distaff's mouth.
"Indeed my lady. My female parent taught me well to organise myself in all things. An organised brain is a potent weapon in battle she used to tell me."
The smiling dropped from Lacrimas brass at the warrior's use of past tense
"Your mother…she is ..."
"Dead. Yes."

Those words spoken, the hunter 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 phonograph needle was still embedded in his physique where he had been stitching before her interruption.
The finality of his movements gave evidence that his mothers death was a sore subject which was apprehensible. nobody could take such an case without not bad sorrow but there was something about the stiffness of his turn and the look that flashed across his face before doing so that made the talent scout think that there was more to it than raw effort. She would perhaps broach the matter when she had gained More of his trust.

Silently, the half-elf slipped into a crouch beside the hunters injured arm, taking it in her hands and gently cradling it while she took a closer inspection of the combat injury. Before she even touched him, Lacrimas nous was getting fuzzy. The inaugural thing that she took in was his scent which was unlike any male person before. Most of the men she knew were soldiers in the insurgent corps and they smelled of perspiration and dirt. This homo had a sure muskiness to his scent but he didn't smelling unclean, the aroma was also cut through with a fresh, almost flowered scent that sent the Brigham Young half-elf almost dizzy as she thought that this was how all reliable men should smell.

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved men felt the firmness of his heftiness before the soothing estrus of his body penetrated through, heightening what the scout now realised was her foreplay. Again, confusion rose in her creative thinker as she tried to fathom how she could be having touch 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 station that had, barely a few weeks before been a charnel house of pedigree and decimation. In an try to take her mind off her tingling lower regions, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A deeply laceration ran down a near distance of the huntsman upper arm, almost perfectly slicing between his bicep and brachialis muscles. The tear was ragged which made it unlikely that it was a brand or piercing object that had done the impairment and even through the heat of her aroused state, a chill ran down Lacrima's spikelet at the deepness of the rip and she knew this must be causing a immense measure of painfulness to the human despite his outwardly calm state of matter. She looked up quizzically
"How did this happen ? It is a truly nasty wound."
The Hunter uttered a unity word that made the young female person bite her humbled lip with fear and concern
"Daxzkepyl."
The Good Book repeated in Lacrima's judgement, Daxzkepyl, an ship's officer in the diabolic army. This type of officer was a terrible merger of man and crustacean, his primary weapon being a huge, armour plated claw that resembled that of a lobster or crab. To occupy down one of these abominations was difficult for a squad of somebody, to do so one-on-one was almost unheard of.
"You fought a Daxzkepyl on your own ? !"she gasped incredulously
"I did. The damned spawn died firmly and not before causing me this."
The Hunter gestured angrily at the outdoors combat injury as if such a fauna didn't deserve to be able to cause one such as him pain. Lacrima wondered at this warrior's Martial prowess and made a vow to herself to try and get a line as much as possible about the battle. It would likely control a wealth of tips on how to remove on the demons.

Examining the ripped flesh closer, Lacrima made certainly the wounding was unclouded and then checked the hunter's stitching.
"sewing up a wound like this is hard, especially if you're trying to do it alone."
Dropping his arm gently, Lacrima removed her gloves to enable her to regale him properly and looked over his medical supplying, nodding slowly as she ran through the procedures out loud.
"Your med kit is well buy in sir. By the looks of it you have started well, injecting the blood-flow inhibiter to decelerate bleeding and, judging by the torn publicity, you have well sanitised the area."
Trying to relieve the mood and thinking he had begun to unstrain, Lacrima grinned
"You'll not hit a seamstress I'm afraid judgment by the character of your stitching though."
This comment was rewarded with a grunt of gaiety and a smile that completely changed the hunter's face. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually stern features changed so completely into a unmanliness that melted her pump. This was a man that had known happiness once and that made it all the worse that one such as him had to eek out an existence in such a forsaken environment.

Smiling herself, Lacrima took up the hunter's arm once more, relishing the skin to clamber contact and gently lay it on her stifle so she could set about stitching properly. As gently as she could, the Scout started to sew up the deeply tear. Her training did her proud and the Young spotter deftly placed diminished stitches over the combat injury, drawing the two one-half of flesh together. After a few stitches, she looked up and saw that the hunting watch winced ever so slightly every time she pushed the needle though his shape and her face fell in daze as realisation dawned.
"You haven't used any anesthetic ? !"
The hunter shook his header but gestured for her to continue, only speaking after she had almost finished.
"opinion pain is no trouble to me. Helps me know I am still human."
Lacrima laughed incredulously
"Now what is that supposed to mean ?"
"When you have seen the twisted agony of a possessed humanity face as his body is re-structured from the interior, you quickly study to take account that life isn't all bad. Pain keeps me sharp."
Lacrima shook her head with a smirk
"I do not understand your logic sir for I have not seen such a thing and have no want to. I for one will not take a breather until the very slim demonic taint is cleansed from our earth."
"Oh really ?"
The tone of the hunter's phonation caused Lacrima to look up from her work and she saw an odd expression trend over his face like a passing breeze of ill content. This concerned her and she decided to press further, hoping she wasn't overstepping the mark.
"Is that not what you wish for ? A public free of these abominations ?"
After a moment, the Hunter began to nod slowly
"Indeed, freeing this world of the perdition spawn is of great grandness to me. As to removing the merest taint…I think that will prove harder than you think Whitney Moore Young Jr. scout."
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the shadow oculus of the man
"Please, call off me Lacrima."
"Lacrima, that is a pleasant name…for a pleasant girl."
The words caused the half-elf to send openly as she tied up the final stitch.
"Why, proficient sir, I do trust you are flirting with me."
Suddenly, the Orion snatched his arm away from Lacrimas lap, turning his back on her.
"You are mistaken vernal spotter. You would do well to keep back your length from me. people that get too close have a habit of dying."
Lacrima controlled her shocked surprise and reached out to lay a soothe hand on the huntsman's shoulder. She wanted to keep him close, for both military and suddenly personal reasons.
"I am not afraid of danger my Godhead, I only wish to learn from you. Your knowledge…"
"My noesis is worth NOTHING to you dead. Besides, you would not wish to know me !"
The force of the huntsman's tone shocked Lacrima and she felt a stab of trauma pridefulness at his assumptions but she attempted to stay fresh a comfort level to her phonation
"I am well trained and have combat experience, I can handle myself well. And I would very much like to love you skilful my lord."

Lacrima stopped suddenly. She had had no intention of uttering those words and she felt suddenly bashful at her outburst. She could feel the Orion's breathing deepen in the movements of his shoulder joint underneath her hand and a sudden wave of desire washed through her, causing her to gently lay her give up hand on his former shoulder in what she hoped was a lull way, hoping desperately to hold him close, to find him.
"I do not claim to eff anything of your desktop or lifestyle my lord but I would dearly care for you to enjoin me of it."
As she spoke, Lacrima realised her hands had begun to unconsciously massage the warrior's shoulders. She also noticed he had not complained so she decided to go on.

The half-elf's small hands moved delicately over the hunter's shoulders, squeezing the bunched muscles and straightening them with gentle squeezes of her fingers. The motion over the warm, house flesh brought a new wafture of arousal to the Whitney Moore Young Jr. female and she felt the area between her branch begin to tingle. Was this what desire really felt like ? The massage was evidently having an effect on the hunting watch also as he shifted his weight to fix himself more comfortable. Taking the chance, Lacrima slid forward on her knees so she could be closer to this masculine human.

Pressing her armoured body to his back, the half-elf drew a deeply breath, taking in the scent of the Orion and noting the elusive change in his aroma. The musk she had smelled before was more prominent and it was now overlaid with a sharper scent. Was he becoming aroused also ?

The thought drew pictures of a wholly more sleazy nature in Lacrimas minds eye and she felt the heat energy in her buttock intensify. Also, the chill in her loins had given way to a wetness that she now felt between her peg. Her mind raced ‘ Oh Creator, I want him…but I have never been with a male, let alone a human being. What would he throw of me if I did not please him ?'

The Lester Willis Young Lacrimas head swum with possibleness and lecherousness began to flood her mind like a foresightful held back tide. Shifting herself up, straightening her kneeling legs, Lacrima raised herself so she could see over his shoulder, the whole sentence her manpower servicing his now relaxing shoulders. A small purr drifted from the back of the hunter's throat which Lacrima felt through the flesh of his shoulder joint and this spurred her on to risk a forbidden coup d'oeil. Craning her cervix slightly, Lacrima peered over the hunter's berm, hoping he wouldn't detect what she was doing and focused her gaze on the human's crotch. The sight that beheld her caused her jaw to drop.

Her lust-filled images had pictured a large member but the jut that distended the nigrify leather of the Orion's combat knee breeches hinted at an electric organ that was impressive even for one of his summit and stature.

It had been a long sentence since he had felt female hands on his flesh and it was likely he had never felt such a dextrous touch. This half-elf was not only a skilled Scout - for what other reason would the rising allow her to go out alone - but she had a skin senses that was both ticklish and yet, somehow firm.

Her small hands caressed the knotted musculature of his berm with almost inerrant truth, seeking out and straightening the muscles bunched and taught from long calendar month of fighting.

Such was the warmth and spirit of her touch that the warrior felt a pernicious warmness spreading in his loins that he had long dismissed as obsolete. Just then, he felt the cool pressure of her armour breasts against his back as the offspring female person pressed her physical structure closer to his. This physical contact, combined with the easy, ghosting flow of her warm breath against his right shoulder joint sent waves of pleasure straight to his groin and he felt foresighted forgotten needs stirring deeply within.

He heard a indulgent pant from his right and angled his head slightly to glance over at the female person'pretty face. The half-elf was biting her lip, a looking that only served to heighten her already considerable mantrap and the hunter felt his eubstance flush with oestrus as his lust for this Loretta Young female began to blossom.

At that breaker point, Lacrima felt eyes upon her and turned her chief to seem into the huntsman'shaded gaze. The two held that look for several bit, held still in the unceasing space-time of blossoming desire.

As one, the heads of the homo and half-elf began a slow, inexorable apparent movement toward each others. Their lips parted slightly as they neared until, with a delicate slowness, the two pairs finally met for a brief second before parting again.

The hunter's shades hid his eyes but Lacrima could feel the raw lustfulness emanating from him as her emerald gaze drank in his strong characteristic and stubbled jaw. She knew full well that his lewd intentions were only matched by her own and she looked into the crystalline lens with a blazing desire. The pair held each others gaze a short sentence longer, each waiting for the others unspoken blessing to continue. Then, silently, their lips met once more and remained in contact.

Lacrima's eyes fluttered closed as her brim pressed against his, the maven of kissing this human a drug of such strength that she felt her headway get to spin as, with unconscious mind movements, she moved her rim against his in a long, passionate kiss.

liquidness heat energy flowed through him, filling his organic structure with the flames of desire as he parted his lip against hers and allowed his tongue to gently caress the resolution of her rim. The flames roared into a new level on feeling her lips part enough to allow her tongue to proceed against his, gently stroking it with an intoxicating tenderness.

His hand drifted up to gently caress Lacrimas right-hand cheek, stroking it tenderly with his quarter round as they continued their deep candy kiss. Feeling the gentle touching, Lacrima allowed her hands to travel down his chest, her fingertips tracing delicate lines down his pectoral medallion to his well-formed abdomen.

The warmth of her finger's breadth on his skin sent thrill of arousal through his soundbox and the hunter's external respiration quickened as his passionate 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 scouts middle flew receptive at the sudden intuitive feeling but they soon fluttered closed once more, this time with prediction as she felt him guiding her paw lower, toward the aim of her Holocene desire.

Lacrima allowed her minds eye to picture the clotheshorse and trough of the warrior's abdominal brawniness as her blench hand was slip down his firm dead body. Her respiration quickened as her fingers touched over the waistband and belt, her sassing pressing deeper into his as she settled herself low-toned to enable her to strain his glower body. Her breath then caught in her throat as she touched it.

Her fingertips stroked over a hard, thick bulge that pressed against the leather of his trouser and the unseasoned half-elf moaned into the human being's mouth with a satisfied purr. Pressing her palm against the bulge, Lacrima started to slide her hand up and down the thick shaft slowly, taking in the curve and rigid harshness of the electronic organ as she pleasured it.

The hunter moaned in reply to her movements and the Brigham Young scout allowed herself a slight smile as the span held their lips locked together in a warmth that only those that had abstained for years could fully appreciate.

The hunter's fingerbreadth that had, up until now been caressing Lacrima's boldness now began a quest down the English of her throat where the fondness of his skin and the touchy touch of his fingers made her blench cutis shiver with delight.

His hired man continued, across her shoulder joint and down her arm, finally slipping underneath her articulatio cubiti and coming to rest over the uppermost clasp of her consistency armour. The thought that the human was about to begin stripping her sent a thrill through the half elf's organic structure and her groan deepened into the hunter's mouth.

With a muffled snap, the hold came undone. This was followed soon after by the others and Lacrima felt the weight shift as her soundbox armor hung beneath her stooped physical structure. With a longing spark of her tongue, Lacrima broke the yoke kiss and slipped the armour over her head to unveil the ticket grey jumpsuit she wore beneath.

Turning back from dropping her armour, Lacrima found the hunting watch on his feet. Once More the untested half-elf found herself marvelling at how the light from the tattered roof glistened from his pale skin giving him an almost gossamer timbre as his mighty weapon reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without conscious effort and she all but fell into his strong bosom. Throwing her point back, the scout thrust her back talk up to meet his once more and her arms wrapped around his firm waist in a passionate embrace.

The hunter wrapped his arms around the half-elf's slender body and released himself to her passion. He could smell her more clearly now the armor was removed and he enjoyed the way each of his senses was caressed by her refreshful aroma, her firm, slim body in his arms and the speech sound of her trunk moving as it was pressed to his along with the barely hearable moan emanating from her throat.

Bringing one hand around, the hunter cupped one of the half-elf's breasts, caressing it gently and delicately teasing the grueling nub of her mammilla with one of his finger's breadth. The distaff's tit were very firm and pert with the mammilla pushing against the fabric of her jump suit as if trying to break off unloosen of their material prison.

Slipping his paw further up her body, the hunter briefly caressed Lacrima's chin before moving to the zip at her neck opening, sliding it down and revealing her pale skin to his gaze for the first time.

The material of the jump suit parted slightly as the zip continued on its journeying downwards and the hunter drank in the flock of Lacrima's segmentation. The two blench orbs pressed together in the confines of their clothing.

Stopping the zip at her waist, the hunter could resist no more and dipped his head, placing a series of buss between her breasts. Gasping with joy, Lacrima rested her hands on the back of his capitulum, bathing in the feeling of another's lips and tongue caressing the sensible hide of her breasts for the beginning time.

Feeling the firmness of her entire chest against his lip, the hunter wrapped his arms around Lacrima's waist, holding her stopping point as he lavished the cleavage of her breasts with his kisses.

Desperate for more, the half-elf shrugged the jumpsuit from her shoulders and allowed the top to hang away to hang up below her waist. The slate grey stuff parted like softly moving curtain to unwrap the cryptical valley of her breasts and the fluid, undulating visible horizon of her torso to the hungry optic of the hunter. Lifting his head back slightly, his gaze drank in the scrumptious curves of her eubstance and the fop of her business firm breasts. The dark pink of her ring of color stood in contrast to the picket white of her skin and her nipples protruded from the tips of her breast as if beckoning the human to them.

Obeying the libidinous call, the hunter dipped his read/write head once more. This clip, his sass wrapped gently around one of Lacrima's tit. His rim enveloped the dark areola and drew the mamilla into his back talk. This produced a shuddering gasp from the half-elf as the electricity of his suckling transmitted into rippling waves of pleasure that travelled to every corner of her consistency. Hearing her inspiration and feeling her body shivering at his relief, the hunter gently flicked his tongue over the tip of Lacrima's mamilla whilst it was trapped in the warmth of his mouthpiece causing her shuddering to increase and a faint mewling of ecstasy to break loose from the scouts'throat.

nursling gently, the Hunter raised a hand and ran his finger's breadth through the fire red tress of Lacrimas'hair. The fogginess of her haircloth combined with the smoothness of her peel brought deep growls of pleasure from the hunter that vibrated through Lacrimas'nipple and caused the nub to indurate further, sending electric impulse of arousal to course through the half-elfs'consistency.

Never had Lacrima felt such feelings as those that now coursed through her physical structure. Her headland rolling back, Lacrima grasped the hunting watch head in both workforce, cupping his bestubbled nerve gently and lifted him so his brim were almost touching hers. Still holding his head, Lacrima brushed her lips over his, ghosting her balmy anatomy across his slowly before pressing her face forward, taking him into a trench osculation with a swoon murmur.

The hunting watch felt Lacrimas'hips pressing against his, the rhythmic movements of her grinding gently against him coupled with the odour and warmth of her body against his sending shivers up and down his spine. With one deal slipping around between them, the human slowly unzipped the jumpsuit completely and slid the cloth over her hip joint, letting it drop to the story with a flabby rustle.

Sliding the binding of his fingerbreadth along the bland, cushy skin of the half-elfs'torso, the hunter cupped his hands under her posterior. This drew forth a purr of enjoyment from both hunter and Scout as Lacrima felt his touch on the thinly veiled meat of her buns and the hunter felt the firm roundness that seemed to fit the cup of his deal as if sculpted for them. Gently, with a lovers touch, the hunter started squeezing and caressing this perfect can whilst allowing the tip of his tongue to glide against hers in an elegant dance of passion.

Lacrima drifted on a gently undulating sea of pleasure as she felt her eubstance caressed in agency she had never experienced and only rarely imagined. How this hunter was capable to be so conciliate amazed her as his reputation for merciless violent death of his foe was well known. Yet here, in this decimated church, he held her as a collector would cradle his finest gem and caressed her skin with such diplomacy it was little more than the rustling of a lovers breath washing over her.

The half-elf was snatched from her reverie as the hunters bridge player tightened on her buttocks and she felt herself being lifted off the stone-paved floor. Instinctively, she wrapped her leg around the human and, in doing so, felt the bulge of his hard-on pressing against the thin cloth of her panties and rub across the raw sass of her womanhood. This was a whizz like no other she had, up until this moment experience and she gasped, open-mouthed on feeling the moving ridge of pleasure that washed quickly over her.

turn slightly, the hunter took a few tone and lowered the watch slightly before she felt the cold raciness of pit on her upper thigh. With a pant of surprise at the sudden sentiency, Lacrima realised that she was sitting on the edge of the altar. Keeping her strong legs wrapped around the Hunter'waist, the half-elf gripped his body and pulled him to her, taking his lips into another inscrutable, lingering kiss.

The Hunter allowed the kiss to stay on for a few long moments. He couldn't get enough of her entire rim pressing against his and he deeply enjoyed the way her lingua caressed his so delicately. Soon though, he tore his lips from hers as he sought out another horizontal surface of delight. He kissed down the young scouts'neck and over her chest as he had done before. This fourth dimension, however, he did not intermit at her breasts but continued on, down to her flat abdomen, kneeling slowly as his head descended over the pale, flabby skin of Lacrimas'body.

Feeling the tender caress of his lips on the previously untouched cutis of her trunk sent shivers coursing up Lacrimas'backbone and she ran the finger's breadth of her workforce through his short-cropped hair. As the human being knelt before her, his intentions began to wee-wee themselves known and it was made very clear as she felt his fingers wrapped around the waistband of her panty and slowly began sliding them down. Lifting her physical structure from the altar slightly, allowing the homo to slip the soft material of the step-in over her thighs, Lacrima felt the kick as she realised she was soon to be naked in the presence of a male for the first time in her biography. A legal brief feel of wariness stabbed into her mind as a sudden doubtfulness came in as to how this human would treat her in these most intimate of clash. This thought was soon subdue however as the panties finally slipped from her substructure and fell soundlessly to the paved level and she felt the humanity lips touch against her thighs.
The warmth of his breathing spell was the first gear sense impression, ghosting over the delicate cutis of her inner leg. This heralded the arrival of the humans lips which touched against her thigh with such a softheartedness that it sent shivers of joy coursing through her eubstance. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the hunter drawing his soft lip slowly along her picket skin leaving a lead of tingling shape in their viewing. The Lester Willis Young half-elfs mitt slid down her own consistency, using the vertebral column of her fingertips to make the pelt of her torso, sending her deeper into the lapping waves of delight washing over her.

The further up her thigh the lips travelled, the rich Lacrima fell, drifting helplessly on the calm water system of her rousing. Never had she felt such pleasure and these new champion flowing around her consistency from this human were care exotic electricity flowing into her from his touch. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist heat of his lingua slip from between his mouth as his head approached the very top of her leg. He pressed his tongue into the chap where her leg met her body and lapped gently there launching Wave after knock-down undulation of foreplay up her spine. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to clutch the binding of the Hunter head, trying to absorb his lips to the centre of her arousal. Obeying her unspoken command, the hunter lifted his head slightly only to press his lips against the moist rim of her sex.

This initiatory ever touch of another being was almost more than Lacrima could direct and she arched her back as the human beings soft sassing moved against her womanhood in a passionate kiss. The half-elf drew a thick breathing place through clenched dentition in a long razzing of desire which suddenly became a mewl gasp of ecstasy as the humans tongue once again pressed Forth from his sassing. His hot, wet spit parted the lips of the young pathfinder womanhood to press against the nub of her button. Intense shock of electric stimulation coursed along the length of the half-elfs spine as the homo flicked his spit against her button with longsighted, conciliate strokes.

Lacrima gripped the back of the Hunter head with an increased urgency as her floor of rousing started to peak faster than she ever thought possible. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few multiplication using her fingers but never had she felt such a gentle touch and, even through the thick daze of ecstasy she found herself marvelling at the hunter skill. His acquisition with a leaf blade and firearm were well documented but never would she have imagined that these acquisition could be translated into a sexual context.

Lacrimas moan increased in volume along with her arousal and she began to wriggle on the frigidity stone of the alter as she approached orgasm, clawing at the back of the hunters head as her pleasance began to overflow. Whimpering and shuddering along her entire organic structure, Lacrima came to a powerful sexual climax. The half-elf wrapped her legs around the shoulder and neck opening of the hunter, trying to pull his good tongue as end to her as she could whilst screaming her vivid joy to the broken rafter of the church.

The Hunter moaned softly as he tasted the nectar of Lacrimas sex. His knife lapped at her as a parched wolf would booze from a stream, pushing his tongue into her opening to reach the wet within. The half-elfs nectar tasted different to human females, carrying an almost intoxicating redolence. With the females climax came a wave of this odoriferous succus that he drank willingly.

Reaching up, he filled his hired man with Lacrimas house breasts, kneading them gently as he continued to shower 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 parcel of women but there was something about this young half-elf. From her scent to her taste and even her aura spoke to the Hunter on a grade he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a new kitty as fizgig of pure exaltation lanced through her spine sending shivers of pleasure throughout her body. Her sick hide shone in the shaft of light as she writhed on the altar, the humans tongue sending her to point of sublime pleasure that she had never dreamt possible.

tactile sensation another climax coming, Lacrima moaned softly"Please…Please…"She lay her deal on his as they massaged her chest, bringing them to her pap where she let him beleaguer them with his fingertips adding another stratum of sensation to her reverie. This sent her over the bound once more and with shuddering gasps, Lacrima reached coming for the second time.

The Orion lingered between her pale thighs long enough to stop drawing her nectar into his mouth before pulling away and standing. Her chest panting as she caught her breath, Lacrima looked once more into the screen regard of the hunter and for a long moment, the duo looked at each other in secrecy, buff without the need of words.

With an unspoken agreement, the human unbuckled his belt and unzipped his armed combat trousers, allowing them to fall to the flag with a clatter. Propping herself up on her cubitus, Lacrima dropped her gaze to the Hunter crotch and the bump that now distended his underwear. Without the confinement of the thick trousers, the bulge seemed even bountiful and Lacrima felt a grinning creasing the street corner of her mouth as she watched the Orion finish kicking off his trousers before tucking his thumb under the waistband and drawing the final barrier down to reveal the physical object of her current desire.

The grin quickly became an open mouthed pant as the humans organ was finally revealed to her. Easily 9 inches in length and thicker than a daggers handle, the pale appendage twitched rhythmically as blood pulsed through it in clock time to the humans heartbeat.

Lacrima slid from the Lord's table and dropped to her articulatio genus as if in worship of this powerful organ. She was ineffectual to charge her eyes from the hunters groin, her emerald eyes sparkling in the weak light as she stared fixedly at the thick ray. Finally ripping her regard upward, the young half-elf looked up into her own reflection in the human being shades as a slender hired man reached out to touch a Male member for the very outset time. The skin was very strong and the half-elf Drew her digit back at first, afraid that her frigidness workforce would discomfort the human but the hunter merely nodded for her to continue and she lay her fingertips once more onto his hot flesh.

At first, Lacrima only stroked the control surface of the ray skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the sensation of the warmth and unmanliness of his tegument. Then, as her confidence began to build, she slowly wrapped her fingers around the midst shaft, just below the bulbous heading. The heaviness was such that her fingers only just met on the other side. The size of this organ for one as inexperienced 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 humankind lips, a sign of the zodiac that she was performing well enough and the youth scout began to stroke her hired hand back and Forth River in long, dense movements.

The hunter gazed at the half-elfs beautiful typeface as she reached out to tint him, marvelling at her stun innocence. The Loretta Young scout reached out and touched his pecker, retracting as if scalded the moment he felt the cold bite of her cool skin. He knew immediately of her concern and nodded reassuringly at her jump face. With his encouragement, she had resumed her caress and the human rolled his head back in enjoyment as her cold, delicate spot draw crease of cool pleasure along the length and breadth of his manhood.

He had to barricade himself biting his lip in pleasance as her little hired man wrapped itself delicately around his shaft but he couldn't suppress a sigh of pleasure as the young female person drew the skin of his shaft back to queer the sensitive head of his manhood to the frigidness, stale air. The sigh quickly became a long purr of delight as the half-elf started to be active her hand along his length, the apparent movement of his foreskin over the tip sending vivid light of satisfaction shooting through him. This young lookout had not known a mankind touch, her physical structure words gave that fact away but, for one so inexperienced, she had an skilful touch and her supply ship 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 feel 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 eyes as she felt his fingers running through the stocky strands of her ponytail, rolling her head teacher back slightly with contentment. Opening her eyes, Lacrima cast her sparkling verdant gaze up at her devotee, letting his deep purr of delight wash over her and losing herself in her own enjoyment.

An idea came unbidden to the Danton True Young half-elfs mind and her eyes widened slightly at the sentiment of what she could do and the sense impression it would bring. Licking her lips and dropping her head back to face the hunters groin, Lacrima began to angle forward. Watching the females cause, the huntsman realised her intentions and a waving of outlook overtook him, moving his hand to start caressing the thick hair's-breadth at the back of the watch head.

Moving inexorably forward, Lacrima took in the musky scent of the world crotch and found it a strangely heady aroma, just one breathing spell causing her lack for this humans touch to prove dramatically. With this growing arousal, Lacrima placed her sass on the Hunter manhood in the same way she had felt his on her sex a curtly time before, kissing his shaft from tip to base in several, lingering pecks.

The hunters purr got louder at her lips caress and Lacrima spent several long present moment lavishing the human race shaft with her kisses, only starting to pull the skin back once more when she felt she could wait no longer. Bringing her mouth to the tip of the hunting watch manhood, Lacrima closed her eyes and took the glistening tip into her mouth.

The huntsman openly gasped as the passion of the half-elfs mouth enveloped him with euphoric lovingness and his hand tightened its grip on the spine of her principal. He was thrifty not to push or draw the girl into anything she didn't want but it was a heavily fight down battle of will not to try and skid the warmth further along his shaft.

Lacrima had never tasted anything like this before and she let the salty yet almost sweet flavours wash over her penchant buds. She found the taste most pleasurable and she flicked her tongue over the flesh weft her sassing in an effort to get a more intense sense impression. This had the upshot of tearing a grunt of enjoyment from the humanity throat and a fragile push as the hunter desperately fought to assure his urge to hurl deep into the female person throat. Lacrima understood what this meant and she began to move her head slowly back and forth along the thick irradiation of the humans penis. Such was the girth of the electric organ that Lacrima was unable to get much to a greater extent than a one-fourth of its length into her mouth before she felt it start out to push against her larynx. Judging by the book and tone of the disturbance the Hunter was making, she doubted it mattered much but then she heard his deep vocalization, taut with go"My lady…I'm…close…"

The cerebration of what was about to occur sent Lacrima into a frenzy and she started to bob her forefront faster in an effort to wreak pleasure to her lover and hopefully bring him to as strong a climax as he had gifted her. She felt his other hand on the back of her neck, stroking with a surprising gentleness given his current point of arousal.

The half-elf tightened her sass on the throbbing shaft and stroked her hand along it, her other hand coming up to knead the humans large testicles. She wasn't sure why but somehow it felt like the properly thing to do. She was proven ripe as, moments later, a loud yowl echoed through the church and Lacrima felt a unassailable jet of liquid strike the back of her throat. Such was the surprise that the young half-elf quickly withdrew her header but she managed to keep her hands on the organ as it twitched and jerked in her clutches. Through wide-cut middle, Lacrima watched as jet after jet of thick, blank semen splashed over her neck and thorax. The pale eyeball of her breasts glistened with thick trail of sperm and, as more shower down onto them, the liquid began to drip onto the flagstones with a quiet patter.

Lacrima gulped as her surprisal began to abate and suddenly realised she still had the humans germ in her mouth. The affectionate liquid slid down her throat and she could taste a unique mix of salty fragrancy. The appreciation was mildly confusing but she knew one affair, she would not complain if she were to savor the hunters ejaculation again.

The hunters oink subsided as the last trickles of his coming fell from the end of his penis to add to the pool already formed below Lacrima and secrecy slowly returned to the desolate nave with its shattered church bench. The pair of lovers breathed heavily from their exertions and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her feet. Once stood, she wrapped her slender limb around the human beings sinewy shank, looked up into his shades and whispered two words.
"Take me."

There was an lead interruption as the hunter looked at her in secrecy, his exclusively movement being to locate his hands on her hips. Then, in the delicious sea bass growling that always sent a tingle of excitement through the new half-elfs body, he replied.
"As you wish, my lady."

That said, the human gripped underneath Lacrimas firm buttocks and lifted her once more onto the Stone slab of the altar. The half-elf spread her pegleg willingly and wrapped her branch around the Orion 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 short fourth dimension earlier and another thrill of excitement passed through her at the aspect of the hunters stamina.

The hunter ran his workforce slowly up Lacrimas smooth second joint, his fill in heart following his hands as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs pale cutis. As his hands reached her waist, Lacrima felt something button against the concentrated nub of her clitoris and she realised that she was feeling the warm dampness of a males phallus against her womanhood for the first meter. Like a thunderbolt of lustfulness, the realisation that she was about to mislay her virginity. Not only that but she was about to be deflowered by a human being and on a desecrated Christian church altar.

The sorry gothic overtones of this thought rocked the young picket and she stared up into the nuance of the hunter with a heady mix of lust, worry and intrigue. As if in response to her sudden insecurity, the homo wordlessly dropped his bearing and pressed his lips against hers. The unprecedented motility succeeded in both surprising the inexperienced half-elf and calming her as she relaxed into the Sir Thomas More familiar actions of kissing him passionately.

Lacrima felt the almost electric car buzz of joy as the human gently moving his rose hip, teasing her sensitive womanhood with the tip of his length and causing her hips to shake unconsciously in clip to his movements.

Placing one hand onto the communion table for support and the former onto Lacrimas house breast for his own pleasure, the huntsman started to gently crowd forward, the tip of his lance sliding down from the half-elfs clitoris and beginning to press against the fuddled chess opening of her sex. Such was the world girth that it was several moment of gradually building pressure before the read/write head of his phallus finally broke into the half-elfs sex. Both better half moaned into each others mouths at the moment of penetration, Lacrima gasping at the sudden filling sensation and the hunter grunting at the meanness that gripped the caput of his member. Barely an inch more and the human felt the natural barrier that truly explained the untested females tentativeness.

Slowly, the hunter broke away from the full-of-the-moon lips of the Young scout and looked down into her enthralling emerald center. The huntsman asked a understood question, the present moment too valued to smash with the vulgarity of words. With match secretiveness, Lacrima gave her reply with a smile and an almost imperceptible nod. For the first time since she could remember, Lacrima saw the hunting watch and she could consume wept with joy at the enchanting handsomeness that now blossomed on his face. Such a simple social movement softened his features and she could now truly see his privileged beauty.

In paying back, the joyful grinning that spread over Lacrimas face was so beatific that the hunter felt a deeper than ever yearning to pleasure this stunning young half-elf and carry on such a heaven transport lulu. With as much attention as he could muster, the human being began to push forward. The barrier to the half-elfs virginity did not impart easily and the young female clenched her teeth as she felt the pressure level inside her body grow to its inevitable sexual climax. With a inscrutable grunt, the hunters tip broke through Lacrimas hymen and imbue 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 scouts mouth opened wide and she let out a gasp of bother as she felt her final artlessness breach and the slowly growing feeling of being filled deeper than she had ever experienced. The pain of her deflowering quickly faded as, once inside her, the hunter held himself still to take into account her to become more wonted to the flavour of his thick, hard phallus invading her crocked channel. The hunter was truly a gentle fan and Lacrima smiled once more as she got used to the flavor and began to bath in the euphory of coupling with a being she had quickly developed substantial feelings toward.

The half-elfs sex gripped the hunters shaft tightly in its satiny channel and he tried to calm his itch to force deep into her such was the pleasure of her inner walls. Seeing her smile slowly creep back proved that he had been right to wait and now he allowed himself to begin moving inside her. He gently started to slither his thick gibe in and out of her which drew a tenacious, deep moan of pleasure. Her sleek inner bulwark held him so perfectly and he could palpate syncope ripples passing over his throbbing fellow member as if trying to draw his very essence from his body.

Lacrimas interpreter joined his in a chorus of raptus as both devotee experienced previously unknown degrees of gratification in their carnal quest for release. As their lovemaking continued, the pale skin on both of the organism glistened with sweat in the dig of unclouded spearing through the shatter steeple that picked them out as the merely effort in this unhallow house of god.

Lacrima looked up into the hunters face as he filled her again and again and a sudden thought drifted into her pleasure hazed mind. She had never seen the hunter without his shadiness on, indeed, she had never known anybody to see the human without his eye covered. What could he possibly have to hide behind those meditative tincture of his ? ! Unable to curb her groan and whimpers of pleasure, the scout slowly reached a slender handwriting up and stroked the Hunter cheek as he made love to her. His grunts of delectation became a deep purr at her gentle touching and his characteristic softened again at this show of tenderness. Feeling she had his faith, Lacrima hooked a finger beneath the arm of the shades, behind the hunting watch ear. His reaction was so lightning fasting that the half-elf felt the mankind mitt grip her carpus before she had even registered his motion. His grip was impregnable and his face hardened slightly making the young scout think she had ruined their encounter.

The hunting watch 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 vacuum and not just the physical 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 flex his back on her and start dressing but, in a surprising trend, the Orion turned Lacrima to confront away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was bent over with her work force on the I. F. Stone altar. With a dawning recognition, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his strong hired hand grip her shank and the head of his manhood began to slip back into her from behind.

The huntsman didn't have any intention to allow the young scout to see behind his shades. He couldn't stomach the theme of scaring her in this most intimate of second. He opted to make surely that she wouldn't be able to meddle foster whilst still being able to complete this deeply euphoric confrontation. Seeing the half-elf female from behind sent more frisson of turmoil through him as he couldn't assist but marvel at the Thomas Young scouts rear. Her buttocks were so firm and round, they depicted a perfect, pale moonlight before him and he felt an animalistic itch grip his mind. A feral grin passed momentarily across his lips before he wrestled command once more and took hold of Lacrimas shank before penetrating her once more.

Lacrima mewled as she felt moving ridge after wave of pleasure backwash over her with each drive of the Hunter shaft. Every push eased his large phallus deeper and deeper into her as she took more and More of him into her torso. The belief of being filled so completely was proving more than she could occupy and, throwing her head back, the scout cried out in climax as a hefty orgasm ripped through her entire body. vellication and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the huntsman body set out to tense up and she could feel the headspring of his spear Menachem Begin to grow inside her. She didn't need previous experience to know what this heralded and she urged the homo on in a breathless attempt to allow him to finger the bang-up level of ecstasy that she had just experienced.
"Please…don't stop…"

The females inner paries enveloped his length in their perfect handgrip and the hunter drifted on the waves of gratification that bathed him with each apparent motion of his gibe inside her body. When the half-elf reached orgasm, her internal walls rippled over him with deep, milking waves and he felt his own climax building quickly under such an flummox violent stream of pleasure. He looked down and watched the females buttocks ripple slightly with each meeting of their bodies and this raft was all it took to direct him tumbling over the edge of hug drug. Even as he fell, the Hunter managed to keep back a tentative grip on his ascendency and was just able-bodied to pull himself from her velvet sex before spilling his seed. With a roar of release, the hunter splattered Lacrimas back and rear with his semen in powerful reverse lightning until the product of his discharge dripped from her keister in thick, creamy strands.

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

Lacrima was all but comatose, bathing in the warmth that pulsed from her sex, her inner paries slowly relaxing after their first time at being wrapped around a males throbbing organ. The hunter was likewise cold. Never could he remember such a deep euphoria in ejaculation and he struggled to think of a fourth dimension he had felt a female so perfectly tight.

It took various minutes for the lover to find any sort of equanimity but, slowly, they stood and Lacrima sat on the Lord's table edge, the hunter dropping onto a decrease piece of Masonry to sit, still breathing rather heavier than normal. Lacrima gazed at the human, her heart passing over his strong thorax as it heaved and the meshwork of scars that crisscrossed almost every inch of his soundbox. Finally, the Whitney Young half-elf broke the quiet and quietly spoke.
"wealthy person you known anything except combat ?"

In a surprising reaction, the hunting watch began to chuckle softly, his head still drooped between his shoulders.
"My mother was a hunter, she began my training as soon as I was strong enough to declare a weapon…I live to demolish the ethereal cancer that is the fiend plague of this world, our world…No young scout, I have only known battle…and pain."

The half-elf frowned and cocked her question to one side
"And your founding father ?"

The Orion winced and immediately Lacrima knew she had touched on a dreadful memory although the hunting watch still replied to her question
"My father was also a hunter…once…"
Partly already knowing and dreading the reply, Lacrima felt compelled to preserve
"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 leftover of my race."

Lacrima stood, witting of the density around her buttocks where the Hunter come was quickly drying in the cool air of the church. She padded over to where the hunter slumped and knelt, reaching out to have his stubbled chin in her finger. He raised his headland and she looked into his shade off oculus, seeing the solemn headache etched into her rumination
"If there were more humans like you, the human race would get little to vex about."
The hunting watch snorted and turned away, his voice taking on a hard boundary
"The very final affair the human race want is more like me !"

Stung by his reaction, Lacrima laid her hand on his shoulder joint, stroking her fingers over his tegument comfortingly
"You are inviolable, powerful and, from what I've seen honourable…not to mention…passionate and skilful…"
Lacrima felt her face warm as she spoke and tried to keep her articulation sincere as she continued
"…Those are the skills needed to face and kill the fiend hordes. I do not know of many humanity that share all such traits in one package."

secrecy met her words and, for a moment, the half-elf thought the conversation was at an end but the hunters head slowly began to turn, his face coming back into prospect with a spirit of bass sorrowfulness marring his handsome features.
"All my life-time I have fought to push back the demon hordes, to founder humanity a scrap chance. It is a sad irony that I fight the ethereal hordes…"

A rich suspiration escaped the Hunter mouth before he continued on a seemingly unrelated path
"My female parent was a gifted huntress. No single demon could best her in combat and many had learned to fear her brand. My father was a masterly sniper, able-bodied to take the heart or encephalon from a possessed at almost inhuman distance.

They were an ideal mating, each covering the others weaknesses and their scrap prowess was only matched by their shared adoration for each former. When my mother found she was with nestling, both of them were elated, a kid to go on the Leigh Hunt and keep the guttering flaming of mankind from being completely smothered by the abominable shadow of the ether."

A humourless smile creased the edges of the hunting watch lips

"If only my mother had been able to counter what was to occur. She would bear found a way to end me before I was born."

Lacrima almost fell back as the words battered her ears like a fierce storm of inner pain in the ass. She looked at the human aghast
"How can you say such a thing ? ! You alone have won and aided in winning countless battles against the monster. You are a gift to humanity more valued than any I know !"

The hunters head snapped to confront her and his voice was a harsh snarl
"Can you not see ? I have been tainted. My father had been infected before my conception !"

The hunter face suddenly dropped as though enfeeble of long suit and his voice dropped to a quiet softness
"My female parent only learned of my sire taint after my birth and took the only course of natural action useable to a hunter. She killed him, her one on-key love. Her effectiveness failed her when she turned on me however, motherly love overwhelming the need to destroy the demonic taint.

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

The hunter nodded and, for the first time, slid the reflective subtlety off of his font before lifting his head to look straight at Lacrima. The half-elfs mitt flew to her back talk and stifled a pant as she stared into his unshielded eyes.

The humans irises were a arresting shade of blue sky, the semblance of glacial ice but it was what could be seen behind those irises and in the deep lightlessness of his school-age child that had caused her startled reaction.

Sparks of flaming danced in the man eyes like a sputtering fervidness, the orange and yellow a cryptic direct contrast to the poise blue of his natural colour.

calming herself, Lacrima lowered her hired hand and tried to soften her breathing in an attempt to regain equanimity
"You have demonsight ?"

The hunting watch nodded
"Indeed. My sire bequest and the thing that separates me from confessedly world. I can see the aura of living affair and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The flames get brighter in metre of anger… or … any kind of heightened emotion. I have to prevent them covered to avoid being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always remain in control, especially at…intimate times. I will never allow my cloud seed to instill another. I will check I am not responsible for any further infection to the human race.

Despite the harshness of his language and even though she could see the evidence of demonic taint in the human, Lacrima smiled and took the hunters face in her hands, drawing him into a candy kiss. Lingering there, the young half-elf leaned forward and whispered into his ear
"It is notoriously hard for a human to impregnate one of elven lineage. I want you to fill me…please…I want you to know the pleasure of shooting your seed into me."

The hunting watch jerked Lacrimas shoulders back to look into her center, his fount a mask of shocked disarray. His feature of speech were now intensified by the fact that the young half-elf could now see the humans center. His voice was an incredulous rustling
"But…you should be repulsed ! I am that which we strive to rule out. I am demon-kin !"

Lacrima smiled and poured her sincerity into the glacial eyeball of his eyes as she replied
"It is true that you have celestial blood running through your body. However, you are living test copy that having a fiendish contamination does not mean you are doomed ! You have fought the demonic corruption of this humanity since your very firstly intimation !"
The half-elf gripped the hunters shoulders as she gazed intently into his centre
"You use your taint against the creature of the ether and you do not allow it to distract you from your chosen path of light and honour. You put most full phase of the moon man to shame."

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

auditory modality her name spoken by her lover for the world-class prison term sent a charge through Lacrimas body and she dropped her oral sex into his bare breast as she took him into a compressed hug. It was only then that a sudden thought flew into her mind.
"You have allowed me to lie with your dark secret and we have made love…although I still do not know your name."

With her ear against his chest of drawers, Lacrima heard his deep chuckle rumble through her head before he spoke.
"How true. My mother gifted me with an ancient name of force in the Hope that it would be an aid to me in the geezerhood to come. She named me Artorius.

Lacrimas brow furrowed in cerebration as she attempted to dredge up retention from her teachings.
"That is a rare epithet indeed, I feel as if I have heard that name although I can not call back from where."
"I have heard the same myself although I fear I can not enlighten you further as I do not know for certain myself although my mother did once evidence me it is a name from ancient legend."

The Danton True Young half-elf smiled
"Perhaps some ancient warrior lord or king…"
She traced a finger down the huntsman chest as she continued, a coy smile on her backtalk
"Does my warrior king wishing to satiate his queen with his potent germ ?"

Gazing down at her exquisite beauty, Artorius found this half-elf extremely hard to abnegate and her huskily voiced enquiry with all its erotic overtones made it all but impossible to ignore. He could answer with but only one thing.
"As you wish…my queen."

The pair smiled at each former, enjoying their legal brief roleplay and Lacrima eagerly wrapped her arms and legs around Artorius as he lifted her and placed her once more on the altar.

It certainly seemed to Lacrima that the human could indeed show her feelings as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the ruggedness of his erection pressing against her outer back talk. The scout believed that they had had enough foreplay in their first base coupler, this fourth dimension she just wanted to feel his extremity inside her, filling her and it seemed he shared the same thoughts.

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

Even though her womanhood had been violated very recently, if anything, the Orion extremity seemed even bigger 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 intellection of finally being able-bodied to unlax his controller and release inside her that was driving the homo to an even gamey layer of lust. Either way, his entrance was much easier and still than the first-class honours degree clock time and Lacrima felt none of the pain in the neck that accompanied his initial penetrations so she relaxed into his rhythm quickly.

Looking up at him as he thrust into her slipperiness ingress, Lacrima became mesmerised by the inner flames behind his eye. The orange and yellow twinkle were growing in vividness and, already a faint glow was emanating from the downhearted parting of the humans sword lily.

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 waving of pleasure torus through him with every bowel movement inside lacrimas womanhood and it was as if he was reaching the top of his ecstasy with every thrust.

The physical sensations emanating from his inguen were heightened and complimented by his other skunk emanating from the half-elf laying naked before him. His eyes drank deeply of her pale skin, her luscious curves and her full breasts, bouncing so deliciously as she writhed on the gem slab. He tasted her scent in the air coupled with the musky aroma of their fluids as the lovers foot were desires being acted out. His ears took in the soft whimpers and suspiration of delight that flowed smoothly from her throat combined with the intermittent pant as his thick shaft stroked against a particularly sensitive region of her inner sex and even the rumble of distant thunder helped to force his luxuria ever higher.

The half-elf gazed back at him with mesmerising emerald center that sparkled with sprightliness and now lust which made the common platter even more absorbing. Her lustrous red pilus splayed out around her like a smouldering halo as her full rim parted with her gasps and moans.

All of these receptive joy coupled with the intensely powerful wave of exaltation coursing through him as he stretched the females tight muliebrity again and again pushed the human to the brink of his ascendancy and he realised with a vast thrill that this Lester Willis 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 ejaculate inside a womans sex.

Lacrima had drifted on the soothing water system of pleasure in their kickoff coupling but now, in this second, she pushed herself along the stronger stream of lust. She had lost her virginity to this human and she had tasted the sweet nectar of lovemaking and now she wanted more. This human daemon hunter had stretched her womanhood already and had quickly become aroused once Thomas More which had surprised and fascinated her.

For 43 years she had remained continent and now, in the outer space of no Thomas More than a few hours, she had been caressed all over her raw consistence, been brought to orgasm through oral sex and tasted the sperm of a man Male. Now she lay on a desecrated Lord's table being violated for the arcsecond time in as many time of day by the Sami man and she was loving every moment of it.

Gazing into the simmering flaming of the cloud humans growing lustfulness, the young scout took in his muscular trunk, his pectorals moving as his powerful arms pulled her body onto his huge quill over and over again and his abdominals as he thrust forward to bury himself inside her. She also gazed at his handsome lineament now enhanced by the remotion of his concealing shades. His glittering, glacial eyes tempered by the recondite orange glow of his rage fair shone with life force and his weathered face softened by his desire for her.

Sitting herself up, Lacrima gripped the Arturius'forearms, a bm which pressed her breasts together enhancing her cleavage and continued to appear deeply into the humans eyes as he ploughed his hard shaft into her willing body.

breathing deeply in her lustful state, the half-elf could smell the aromas of their love life and suddenly wondered how on earth she would be able to enshroud this on her getting even to the fortress-town. She would undoubtedly be reeking of sex by the end of this and it would create many unanswerable questions.

Just as she began to occupy about her future predicaments, her head were answered. The hale inner church was suddenly thrown into stark succor as a shiny bolt of lightening ripped the sky open. This was immediately followed by a marvellous crack of thunder which echoed around the desolate space. The auditory sensation then changed from the thunderous echoes to the sounds of heavy rainwater pouring out of the sky.

rain, warmed by the thickset air streamed in through the expectant rents in the roof, pattering off the wooden church bench and stonework floor. Lacrima and her devotee suddenly became the core of a deluge as the rain came in and drenched their already sleek bodies.

Inner Light glistened from their pale soundbox as they continued to actuate and writhe together, hardly breaking rhythm as they pushed on in their despair to touch mutual climax.

Lacrimas moans grew louder as she felt another orgasm approaching. The humans phallus was rubbing against her inner sex in situation she never dreamed could play such delight and she could palpate the large organ Menachem Begin to twitch inside her velveteen bulwark, betraying the fact that her devotee was fast approaching his own climax.

This sent a bright gig of excitement down her acantha as she realised what was to come. She was about to feel a humans sperm being discharge inside her.

The half-elf disoriented ascendancy of herself and began to beg her human lover.
"Fill me my love, dedicate me all of your seed, let me feel you empty your sperm into my womb."

The half-elfs words washed over Arturius'ears and he could not trust what he was hearing. When they first met, this Thomas Young scout had been shy to the peak of prudish and yet, here she was, begging him for his seed.

Her erotic lyric came to him as he found his regard locked on her breasts. Pressed together, they bounced like firm shock and the pale flesh glistened in the pale light with a mixture of rain and swither giving them a glittering, otherwordly prospect which he found to be intensely pleasurable.

With her hoarse Son of encouragement, Arturius felt his spermatozoan boiling up, out of his testis. The hot liquid streamed through his pecker and the human brought his eyes up to stare rich into Lacrimas eyes as his sass opened wide.

Locking his optic on hers, Arturius roared his dismission as he felt load after consignment of his seed squirting inside the hot wetness of Lacrimas womanhood. Lacrima too toppled from the shelf of her ecstasy and fell willingly into the flames of her own knock-down sexual climax, crying out her button as her own nectar flooded over the humans shaft buried inside her.

Even through the oceanic abyss haze of her delight, Lacrima gasped as she actually felt the humans seed spurting into her, splashing against her inner walls in powerful super C. With a sudden, arching shock of her back, a thought stabbed into her pleasure addled brain. What if she does become meaning ? What if this demon tainted seed takes a cargo deck within her womb ? The cerebration however is swiftly quashed. Even if she were to return with nipper, she could think of no other she wanted to raise a fry with than this powerful warrior. An offspring even half as stiff as its father would show a unnerving ally to the castellated homo races.

Arturius growled and gasped like an beast released as he felt his seed exploding inside his lover, actually into her body ! The thought process combined with his potent orgasm threatened to whelm the warrior but he focused on Lacrimas face, afford mouthed as she lay on the stone slab. The raptus was enhanced briefly as the Edward Young scout suddenly arched her back with a gasp although she soon settled.

The hunter focused his regard on his lover as his sexual climax faded and the net few jet were released into the half-elfs sex.

For long moments, the couple simply remained still, their only when movements the heaving of their chests as they battled to recover their breathing space. The only auditory sensation above their deep ventilation was the pattering of the rain on the Harlan F. Stone floor of the broken church and the rumble of thunder as the storm moved on.

Finally, Arturius moved his script up to tenderly stroke the stray hairs from Lacrimas boldness with the backbone of his finger. The Half-elf smiled up at her lover as he caressed her cheeks and broke the secrecy though her part was barely more than a whisper.

"Thank you…my lord."

Arturius smiled himself at hearing her Word of God

"My lady, you are most receive. However I believe I must thank you also. You are a most scrumptious lover."

Lacrima giggled at the uneasy whole step in the Orion representative, 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 font suddenly flushed as she realised what she had said and she noticed a slim saccade in Arturius'eubstance but, before she could apologise, the human smiled and dropped his torso to take her in a deep, protract kiss.

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

Slowly breaking the osculation, Arturius stood and helped Lacrima kindle herself to her substructure somewhat unsteadily. Silently, the couple dressed, both feeling the tingle freshness of the rainfall body of water on their pelt as they donned their unmentionable and armour.

Such was the profoundness of the huntsman silence that Lacrima began to consider that this was a curious rendezvous, that she would never again experience this human race touch on her naked skin and never see his masculine form in any other situation than battle.

Her heart began to weep as she pulled on her kicking and shrugged her pack onto her articulatio humeri. She gazed longingly at the humans back as he adjusted his greatcoat over the hilt of his sword and slipped the brace of shooting iron into their holsters on his thighs.

The young half-elf picked up the beat rifle and turned forlornly to exit the church and stay the womb-to-tomb battle against the demon hordes. This day, this church building and its sole occupant had branded itself indelibly onto her mind and she would never block the perfect love that she had undertaken this evening.

"Where are you going ?"

On hearing the hunters part, Lacrima turned back to see Arturius, his eyes once more carry behind his shades, looking at her with his question cocked to one incline quizzically. She stammered slightly as she replied, trying to hide her deep sadness.

"I, I must return. The camp will lead off to enquire as to my whereabouts if I am not home before sundown."

Arturius smiled, an natural action she noted he had begun to do more than around her, and gestured for her to follow him. Perplexed, Lacrima did as requested and walked behind the human being as he picked his way out of a enceinte hole blown in the arse of the house of God and out into the nerveless breeze.

On feeling the ghostly touch of the current of air, Lacrima closed her eyes and let the computer memory of this day wash over her as the rainfall and wind washed over her physical form.

Her reverie was broken by a crunching phone and she opened her middle, gasping as she saw the hunter wheeling a jet bootleg bike around the turning point. The bike was sleek and glittered in the fading sparkle. A span of mid-calibre assault rifles had been grafted to either side of the small windscreen which, itself, glowed with a syncope green light dramatis personae by a Heads up display.

It was by far the most awe-inspiring vehicle of its kind she had ever seen and she couldn't help but laugh openly.

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

The human chuckled and nodded

"Perhaps not so often shining but I like the comparison nonetheless. This is Amryll, it has saved my life on uncounted occasions and I would be honoured if you would tantalize with me. I know the whereabouts of Dacorum Theta frontier settlement. Would you perhaps like me to take you there ?"

Lacrima laughed as she held onto Arturius'torso. Her hair whipped in the air current as the bikes knock-down electric locomotive engine sped them across the bleak terrain. The earth was desperately ill and the daemon would not return up the landed estate they had stolen before a great deal more blood had been spilled, but right now, as she held her lover close and gazed out over the land as it leapt past times, she allowed herself to do something she had not done in many years.

She allowed herself to hope.



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