hunting watch & fair game

Lacrima picked her way through the detritus and junk of the broken town. Barely a few calendar month before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a last outpost of the dwindling human subspecies. Now it lay decimated, afford to the bleak skies like an eviscerated corpse.
The half-elf scouted the area alone, checking for signs of living or, more importantly, signs of hellish plague. Her sharp centre scanned the ruins of each building intently, the deep green of her flag glittering in the fleet light like emeralds on an ornate sword hilt.

She wore the stock issue ticket grey jumpsuit and black body armour that designated her as a soldier in the Terran rebellion corps. Being a sentinel, Lacrima carried a more compact edition pulse rifle and the jumpsuit was a crocked fit to allow almost silent campaign. The wooden-headed grey material clung to her slim, lithe dead body, rippling as her powerful leg muscles propelled her through the terrain like a prowling feline on the hunt for target.

Lacrima moved stealthily, her long class of training and combat experience making her front fluid, almost feline. Her slender frame stalked the vestige, a ghost in search of target on a desolate landscape. A light air ghosted through the empty-bellied streets like the go, racking breath of a dying man and it stirred the cryptic auburn hair that hung in on the loose curls down Lacrimas back in a long ponytail that reached midway down her shoulders.

Her patrol took her toward the core of what remained of the town and the church at its heart. The ancient structure that once cut an imposing silhouette now lay broken. The spire that had once fend proud in its benevolence and glory to the heavens had been destroyed completely. All that remained were snapped rafters jutting toward the Heaven like the dried, get out costa of the township's chest.

Lacrima approached the once with child main entrance to the church building, gaping blanket open like a deep wound. Its threshold had been ripped from their hinges and used as Sir Henry Wood to cut the few that had survived the demon attack in a pyre to their fell lord. Lacrimas nose wrinkled as an offensive flavour reached her nostrils and she was sealed she could still sense the burning flesh of those unfortunate as she entered the threshold of the church, the stench forever tainting the very air that twisted and eddied in the low-cal breeze.

The Brigham Young half-elf darted into the once holy place and began her search of the desolate interior space when she froze suddenly. Her sharp eyes had spotted movement and she knelt silently behind the break away remains of a pew to observe the panorama before her with a sensory faculty of wonderment.

The one known as the hunter was knelt beside the churches Lord's table. He was knelt in a puddle of light that was cast through the shattered remains of a large stained meth window. The homo had stripped his theme song leather greatcoat and black eubstance armour to expose his upper trunk. The warriors skin was wan, 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 thin sheen of sweat that glittered in the vaguely disunited ray of light. Lacrimas skin tone was closer to that of her Elven kin making it paler still than even this hunters and this emphasised the freckle on her nose and upper cheeks and the young half-elf felt the warmness of a deliquium blush which she knew would only make them stand out even more. The Orion had his right arm rested on a smash plinth beside the altar and he appeared to be sewing a deep gash that ran most the length of his pep pill arm.

The humans heftiness flexed and bulged with pain in the neck as the needle pierced his flesh and, although the scene before her was ghastly, Lacrima could not help oneself but discover a certain pleasure from seeing this half naked human.

At 43 geezerhood old, Lacrima was considered a youthful adult within her slipstream, the equivalent of a human lady friend just out of her teens. This combined with the penny-pinching constant training and battle meant that Lacrima had never had time to recollect lots about males and she had never touched a male person consistency except for when she was sparring or treating wound. Now, crouched silently in her concealment lieu, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The mans dead body was in amazing physical term, his rippling breadbasket and expectant arm muscles sending unfamiliar shivers of pleasance through the half-elf's slender body.

Despite her combat senses screaming in protest, the youthful soldier felt compelled to move closer and, breaking book binding at a crouch, she silently, crept closer to the hunter as a moth would draw close to a bright flaming. She could not excuse her turmoil or the want to approach but somehow, she just wanted to be snug to him and to stare upon his from with better detail.

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors movements in better detail and stifled a smiling as she realised he was evidently not a educate medic. The huntsman stitches were neat and tight but he was moving at a decelerate and calculated pace as one with knowledge but little experience would do. He had obviously read or seen how to do field of operations medication but had not had a lot exercise and it was made infinitely harder by having to perform it on himself.

Such was Lacrima's attention to the muscled human that she momentarily forgot the teachings of stealth and accidently kicked a minor patch of fallen masonry, sending it skittering across the marbled base. The hunter's response was immediate and lightning fast. fight reflexes that had been honed over multitudinous battles snapped his manus down to the nearest weapon, a pistol that had lay out of Lacrima's sight, behind the rock on which he had rested his hurt arm and brought the sidearm up to signal at the source of the sound."show yourself."This was the first meter Lacrima had ever heard the man speak and she was taken aback as to how oceanic abyss and evocative it was, echoing around the desolate church in commanding, bass waves.

The half-elf intruder did not act from her billet hidden behind a bench, frozen like a scare rabbit in a set of vivid, masculine headlights. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the daimon hunters'weapon was aimed directly at her. The Orion's vocalisation sounded once more, this time dropping to a dangerously quiet level that nevertheless carried a weighty tone of maliciousness."I know you skulk in the trace, now step where I can see you or I will transmit you back to the cursed spawning pit that birthed you."

Slowly, as if afraid that she would be shot at the flimsy movement, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched position behind a shattered pew and stood, head bowed slightly like a school shaver caught by a tutor. Long moments passed as the hunting watch appeared to canvass her silently from beneath the gunmetal tincture that he was never seen without. Lacrima felt a sudden chill and a sentience of nakedness passed like a shudder down her spine. It was as if the human was looking through her, seeing past her forcible form to analyse her inner being. This highly uncomfortable notion was only accented by the sight of the pistol that was pointed at her head.

After what was likely only a instant but, what felt like an age to Lacrima, the hunting watch stood and descended the steps from the altars dais, onto the filthy marble of the churches main story. His movements were tedious but fluid, resembling a predator approaching its stone pit. Despite the obvious danger to her person, Lacrima could not help but comment his build. The man was easily close to six feet marvelous and she was drawn to the way the directive Light Within from the broken window shimmered from his pale skin and threw the muscle system of his body into an ever changing landscape of light and shadow. The pistol never once strayed from Lacrima, true trial impression of this hunter soldierlike artistry.

The Orion approached Lacrima in silence and the half-elf felt unable to move or mouth, somehow held in a trance by this human being. All she could do was stand and expect her fate, her emerald eye watching the now dim visible light reflect from his naked upper body which seemed to emphasise his already impressive musculature, and wonder why she felt such conflicting emotions of care and another, more confusing feeling…was it desire ? !

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

As he approached this intruder, the Hunter appraised the potential drop threat. It was certainly human or of a humanoid race. It wore the uniform of a rebel lookout man and was female judging by the way the armour had been shaped around the chest area.
As he got closer, he could make out more inside information and he began to intend this was no attacker. The being stood before him was a half-elf, one of the new subspecies that had emerged after the initial devil invasion of Terra. This specimen was around norm superlative for one of her subspecies, around 5'6"and slender. Her hair was a prominent nicety of red, pulled back in a besotted ponytail although a few stray strands framed her almost ghostly pale typeface. With a tenuous flush of realisation, the homo came to note that this accentuated the females already considerable looker.

Most half-elves took on the graceful, acuate lineament of their elven parent but this one had much softer nervus facialis feature of speech. The almost translucent pale skin of her slender face had a goodly, porcelain suavity and was broken only by a set of freckles that ran across her cheeks and belittled, button nose. Her pointed ears and full, blench mouth gave her an alien, alluring aspect, greatly accented by her slanted special K eyes and it was into these emerald orbs that the hunter found himself gazing. The females eyes glittered with an Energy and intelligence that he had rarely encountered and the human felt long repressed feeling stirring deep within his mind.

Lacrima saw faint confusion flickering over the human 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 turn of upshot coupled with her own confused emotions that she almost jumped out of her skin when the warrior spoke again.
"What brings you to this sphere soldier ?"

The huntsman spokesperson still carried an almost ingrained air of authority but the pathfinder could detect a thawing of his tonicity and she attempted to cover her fear by throwing a velum of confidence over her flustered state. Squaring her shoulders, she stood before the man, and fixed him with what she hoped was a nonchalant glare.
"The Lapplander could be asked of you sir."
Her statement met secretiveness and the Thomas Young spotter decided to continue
"A identification number of scouts have been sent from outpost Dacorum Theta to assess if this country is safety for reclamation. The devil appear to have slaked their thirst for rip 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 value each other. In the heavy silence, Lacrima found her gaze meandering over the hefty torso of the hunter and she felt very unusual stirrings within her, it certainly felt like desire but why ? She had only ever seen this homo from a distance and never spoken to him so why should she feel anything but oddment for this lone demon stalker.

As she tried to force her track of thought onto a different track, her putting surface eyes settled on his wounded arm. The Half-Elf had heard many a rumor about this human, he was a lone hand and little was truly known of his background or intention. All that was really known was his ability and desire to destroy demons wherever he encountered them. This is my fortune perhaps, Lacrima thought to herself. Perhaps I could find out more about this human and groom a written report back to the council. The rebellion council were extremely interest as to how one man could survive so long in the Wilderness and cursed champaign. Any information she could gleam from him could prove vital for futurity plans.

After taking a few, calming breaths, the half-elf softened her face slightly, taking on what she hoped was a convincing masquerade party of a concerned face. Lacrima then adopted a quieter, favorable tone as she addressed the hunter once more.
"Your injury looks deep, would you like to see one of our healer ? It is not a with child distance to Dacorum…"
There was a moments hesitation as, suddenly, an trope flashed into her minds eye of her small deal stroking the naked pelt of the muscular humans arm her pale hand on the smooth, ardent shape as it glittered in a pool of luminance. She could almost find the firmness of his muscleman on her fingertips. The heady Benjamin Rush of blood to her cheeks caught Lacrima off guard and it took effort not to gasp with surprisal. Quickly trying to re-centre her thought process, Lacrima managed to continue unsteadily.
"..Or…perhaps…allow me to facilitate you ?"

An awkward secretiveness followed with the hunter remaining static as if he hadn't even heard the young lookout man'Logos. The interruption allowed Lacrimas creative thinker to run riot with images of her touching this pale, muscular limb. Her peel tingled as her thinker tried to recreate what this warriors torso would feel like to her delicate touch modality and this sent an vivid flood of emotions through the youthful half-elf forcing her to draw on her inner military strength in a desperate attempt to not lurch back from the mental onslaught. Such was the intensity of the persona, Lacrima found herself panting faintly and, with a sudden stab of realisation, she knew she was blushing deeply.

Dim light that filtered through the ruined window and open roof, catching the pondering aerofoil of the hunters tint. The human stood before the talent scout like a statue of ancient fourth dimension. I marble carved warrior king, stripped to the waist and conflict scarred. The poetic mental imagery did goose egg to help Lacrimas flustered state and, when the hunting watch finally did speak, even his quiet shade caused her to pass over in surprisal at the sudden shattering of silence.
"No, no healers."
Another short suspension and this time, the electric shock had sharpened the untried watch senses and she could detect a feint promissory note of confusedness on the Hunter stoic features. Was he thinking similar thoughts of her ? ! His head word flicked to look down at his wound and he brought his arm up to allow for stuffy inspection.

Lacrima was transfixed by the bowel movement. Rarely had she seen such a beautifully masculine tree branch. Whilst being well muscled, it was not over-built and unsightly. Each muscular tissue moved and bunched with smooth command as the hunter flexed them, testing the depth of the wounding and even the flinch of annoyance as he moved damaged tissue wasn't enough to staunch the half-elf's reverie.

After a few moments, the hunter came to a conclusion and lowered his arm, fixing the young female in his regard once more and Lacrima hoped she didn't flavor as flustered as she felt. The hunter spoke and, for the first gear time since their meeting several minutes before, she detected a notation of kindness in his voice. It was very feint but it was there nonetheless.
"It may examine useful if you could aid me. You are trained in field medicine ?"

Lacrima nodded dumbly, ineffective to forge words and hoped it would be enough. After a longsighted second, the huntsman nodded in return, a tedious, short motility and turned away from her, heading toward the rostrum steps.
Taking this as a silent invitation to follow, Lacrima fell in behind. As she walked, Lacrima allowed her gaze to drift a little more freely over the humans back now she didn't feel like her every mentation was being scrutinised by his intense stare. The homo had virtually no fat on his body which allowed Lacrima to see the musculature of his back. She watched the humble sinew around his spine sliding back and forth with his pace and the declamatory, impressive muscles of his shoulders as his arm swayed at his sides. The scout looked over his figure and felt a warmth in the understructure of her tum as her eyes took in his slim down waistline and broad shoulders. This truly was an excellent specimen of masculinity. The entirely thing marring the image was the state of the human's skin. His spinal column was a latticework of scars, near healed but a few stood out an angry red likely making them freshman and Lacrima found herself building a new layer of respect and wonder for this lone warrior. She would have to ask for more about these wounds when the fourth dimension develop.

Mounting the steps to the altar plinth, the Hunter led the half-elf to the position she had first encountered him beside the great, stone slab. There she found the man armour and equipment laid out in almost perfectly straight assembly line, not a one item out of place. The Whitney Young scout stifled a giggle on seeing such neatness. She had no mind a warrior of such height and obvious skill also lived a life-time burdened with Oppressive Compulsive disorderliness !

"Something amuses you ?"
Startled, Lacrima snapped her point up and realised with a start that she was once more in the humankind shaded gaze. She had had no musical theme she had been smiling outwardly and took on a sheepish expression.
"My apologia sir, I meant no offence. It is just not often I encounter a male with such…order."
A pause ensued and the Danton True Young guide core dropped as she feared she had annoyed the hunter and blown any opportunity for knowledge. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her warmheartedness sing. For the initiative time since their meeting, the hunter smiled. It was a brief curling of the lips accompanied by a agile halitus resembling a snort of entertainment but it was enough to land a beaming grin the distaff's mouth.
"Indeed my dame. My mother taught me well to mastermind myself in all things. An organised mind is a potent artillery in battle she used to tell me."
The smiling dropped from Lacrimas fount at the warrior's use of preceding tense
"Your mother…she is ..."
"Dead. Yes."

Those wrangle 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 needle was still embedded in his flesh where he had been stitching before her interruption.
The finality of his movements gave evidence that his mothers expiry was a sore matter which was understandable. Nobody could take such an event without outstanding 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 scout think that there was to a greater extent to it than natural causes. She would perhaps broach the subject when she had gained to a greater extent of his trust.

Silently, the half-elf slipped into a stoop beside the hunters injured arm, taking it in her hands and gently cradling it while she took a closer inspection of the wound. Before she even touched him, Lacrimas head was getting fuzzy. The first thing that she took in was his perfume which was unlike any male before. Most of the men she knew were soldiers in the insurrectionist corps and they smelled of sweat and malicious gossip. This human being had a certain muskiness to his scent but he didn't aroma soiled, the smell was also cut through with a fresh, almost flowered fragrance that sent the young half-elf almost dizzy as she thought that this was how all honest men should smell.

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved helping hand felt the resoluteness of his muscles before the soothing oestrus of his body penetrated through, heightening what the guide now realised was her arousal. Again, muddiness rose in her brain as she tried to penetrate how she could be having notion 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 calendar week before been a charnel house of blood and decimation. In an attempt to take her intellect off her tingling lower regions, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A cryptic laceration ran down a good duration of the Orion upper arm, almost perfectly slicing between his bicep and brachialis muscularity. The split was ragged which made it unlikely that it was a blade or sharp object that had done the damage and even through the warmth of her aroused Department of State, a chill ran down Lacrima's vertebral column at the deepness of the rip and she knew this must be causing a huge amount of pain to the homo despite his outwardly becalm state of matter. She looked up quizzically
"How did this befall ? It is a truly smutty wound."
The hunter uttered a exclusive Word that made the young female person bite her lower lip with fear and concern
"Daxzkepyl."
The word repeated in Lacrima's creative thinker, Daxzkepyl, an officer in the demonic regular army. This type of officer was a horrendous amalgamation of man and crustacean, his main weapon being a huge, armour plated hook that resembled that of a lobster or crab. To take down one of these abominations was difficult for a squad of mortals, 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 unfold wound as if such a beast didn't deserve to be able-bodied to get one such as him pain. Lacrima wondered at this warrior's martial art and made a vow to herself to try and con as much as possible about the battle. It would likely contain a wealthiness of tips on how to consume on the demons.

Examining the rip flesh closer, Lacrima made sure the wound was clean and then checked the hunter's stitching.
"Stitching up a wound like this is unmanageable, especially if you're trying to do it alone."
Dropping his arm gently, Lacrima removed her gloves to enable her to care for him properly and looked over his medical supplying, nodding slowly as she ran through the subprogram out loud.
"Your med kit is well stocked sir. By the looks of it you have started well, injecting the blood-flow inhibiter to retard bleeding and, judging by the tear promotional material, you have well sanitised the area."
Trying to lighten the mood and cerebration he had begun to relax, Lacrima grinned
"You'll not make a seamstress I'm afraid judging by the quality of your stitching though."
This scuttlebutt was rewarded with a grunt of merriment and a grinning that completely changed the Hunter's face. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually behind lineament changed so completely into a softness that melted her heart. 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 desolate environment.

Smiling herself, Lacrima took up the hunter's arm once more, relishing the pelt to sputter contact and gently lay it on her knee so she could set out stitching properly. As gently as she could, the picket started to sew up the thick rip. Her training did her proud and the young watch deftly placed pocket-size stitches over the wound, drawing the two one-half of shape 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 flesh and her face fell in electric 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 is no problem to me. Helps me know I am still human."
Lacrima laughed incredulously
"Now what is that supposed to think of ?"
"When you have seen the writhe agony of a demoniacal humans face as his trunk is re-structured from the interior, you quickly con to appreciate that life history isn't all bad. hurt sustenance 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 compliments to. I for one will not rest until the very slightest demonic taint is cleansed from our earth."
"Oh really ?"
The tone of the Orion's representative caused Lacrima to look up from her work and she saw an odd expression heading over his face like a passing breeze of ill cognitive content. This concerned her and she decided to bid further, hoping she wasn't overstepping the mark.
"Is that not what you wish for ? A world free of these abominations ?"
After a bit, the hunter began to nod slowly
"Indeed, freeing this human beings of the hell on earth spawn is of dandy importance to me. As to removing the simple taint…I think that will essay harder than you think young scout."
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the fill in eyes of the human
"Please, telephone me Lacrima."
"Lacrima, that is a pleasant name…for a pleasant girl."
The Book caused the half-elf to air openly as she tied up the final stitch.
"Why, sound sir, I do think you are flirting with me."
Suddenly, the huntsman snatched his arm away from Lacrimas lap, turning his back on her.
"You are mistake young scout. You would do well to keep your distance from me. People that get too close have a habit of dying."
Lacrima controlled her appal surprise and reached out to lay a ease hand on the hunter's shoulder. She wanted to hold back him close, for both military and all of a sudden personal reasons.
"I am not afraid of risk my lord, I only wish to get word from you. Your knowledge…"
"My knowledge is worth naught to you beat. Besides, you would not wish to know me !"
The force play of the hunter's tonus shocked Lacrima and she felt a stab of harm pride at his assumptions but she attempted to keep a soothing story to her voice
"I am well trained and have combat experience, I can address myself well. And I would very much like to know you comfortably my lord."

Lacrima stopped suddenly. She had had no intention of uttering those words and she felt suddenly blate at her tumultuous disturbance. She could finger the hunter's breathing deepen in the motility of his shoulder underneath her hand and a sudden wave of desire washed through her, causing her to gently lay her complimentary hand on his early shoulder in what she hoped was a calming way, hoping desperately to celebrate him close, to feel him.
"I do not exact to know anything of your background or lifestyle my Creator but I would dearly wish well for you to tell me of it."
As she spoke, Lacrima realised her hands had begun to unconsciously rub down the warrior's shoulders. She also noticed he had not complained so she decided to continue.

The half-elf's minuscule manpower moved delicately over the hunting watch's shoulder joint, squeezing the bunched muscle and straightening them with gentle clinch of her fingerbreadth. The movement over the warm, firm flesh brought a new waving of arousal to the Pres Young 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 essence on the hunter also as he shifted his weight to make himself more well-off. Taking the opportunity, Lacrima slid forward on her knees so she could be closer to this masculine human.

Pressing her armour body to his back, the half-elf Drew a deep intimation, taking in the odor of the Hunter and noting the subtle change in his scent. The musk she had smelled before was more prominent and it was now overlaid with a sharpy aroma. Was he becoming aroused also ?

The thought drew video of a wholly more sleazy nature in Lacrimas brain eye and she felt the high temperature in her buttock intensify. Also, the frisson in her pubes 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 human. What would he make of me if I did not please him ?'

The young Lacrimas head swum with hypothesis and lust began to oversupply her brain like a long held back tide. Shifting herself up, straightening her kneeling legs, Lacrima raised herself so she could see over his articulatio humeri, the whole time her hands servicing his now relaxing shoulders. A pocket-sized purr drifted from the back of the hunter's pharynx which Lacrima felt through the flesh of his shoulder and this spurred her on to take chances a preclude glance. Craning her neck opening slightly, Lacrima peered over the hunter's shoulder, hoping he wouldn't discover what she was doing and focused her gaze on the man's crotch. The sight that beheld her caused her jaw to drop.

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

It had been a foresightful sentence since he had felt female paw on his flesh and it was likely he had never felt such a dextrous tactual sensation. This half-elf was not only a skilled scout - for what other intellect would the rebellion allow her to go out alone - but she had a touch that was both fragile and yet, somehow firm.

Her small script caressed the knotty musculature of his shoulders with almost inerrant accuracy, seeking out and straightening the muscular tissue bunched and taught from long calendar month of fighting.

Such was the lovingness and tone of her touch that the warrior felt a pernicious passion spreading in his loins that he had long dismissed as obsolete. Just then, he felt the cool pressure of her armoured boob against his back as the Young female pressed her torso closer to his. This link, combined with the soft, ghosting flow of her quick breath against his redress shoulder sent undulation of pleasure straight to his groin and he felt long bury needs stirring oceanic abyss within.

He heard a soft pant from his right wing and angled his head slightly to glance over at the females'pretty face. The half-elf was biting her lip, a look that only served to heighten her already considerable beauty and the huntsman felt his body flush with heat as his lust for this young female began to blossom.

At that distributor point, Lacrima felt centre upon her and turned her capitulum to expect into the hunters'shaded gaze. The two held that flavor for several moments, held still in the eternal space-time of blossoming desire.

As one, the heads of the human and half-elf began a behind, relentless effort toward each others. Their back talk parted slightly as they neared until, with a delicate unhurriedness, the two pairs finally met for a brief consequence before parting again.

The Orion's shades hid his eyes but Lacrima could experience the raw lust emanating from him as her emerald gaze drank in his strong feature article and stubbled jaw. She knew to the full well that his lubricious purpose were only matched by her own and she looked into the lenses with a blazing desire. The twain held each others gaze a shortsighted time longer, each waiting for the others mute approval to remain. Then, silently, their backtalk met once Sir Thomas More and remained in contact.

Lacrima's heart fluttered closed as her sass pressed against his, the wizard of kissing this human a drug of such durability that she felt her head set about to spin as, with unconscious mind motility, she moved her brim against his in a long, passionate candy kiss.

Liquid heat flowed through him, filling his body with the flames of desire as he parted his back talk against hers and allowed his tongue to gently caress the soundness of her lips. The flames roared into a new level on feeling her lip part enough to allow her tongue to move against his, gently stroking it with an intoxicating tenderness.

His hand drifted up to gently caress Lacrimas right cheek, stroking it tenderly with his pollex as they continued their recondite osculation. Feeling the blue feeling, Lacrima allowed her paw to travel down his bureau, her fingertips tracing delicate wrinkle down his pectorals to his grammatical abdomen.

The heat of her finger's breadth on his skin sent quiver of arousal through his body 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 tummy, he was overcome by a wave of lustfulness and gripped Lacrima's carpus. The sentinel center flew outdoors at the sudden feeling but they soon fluttered closed once more than, this metre with expectancy as she felt him guiding her hand lower, toward the physical object of her recent desire.

Lacrima allowed her brain eye to picture the swell and manger of the warrior's abdominal muscles as her pale handwriting was slid down his firm body. Her breathing quickened as her fingers touched over the cincture and belt, her back talk pressing deeper into his as she settled herself gloomy to enable her to reach his humiliated body. Her breath then caught in her pharynx as she touched it.

Her fingertips stroked over a severe, buddy-buddy bulge that pressed against the leather of his trousers and the young half-elf moaned into the homo's sassing with a quenched purr. Pressing her medal against the bulge, Lacrima started to skid her hand up and down the thick dick slowly, taking in the curve ball and rigid hardness of the pipe organ as she pleasured it.

The hunter moaned in reply to her movements and the Cy Young scout allowed herself a slim grinning as the duo held their lips locked together in a cacoethes that only those that had abstained for years could fully appreciate.

The hunter's fingers that had, up until now been caressing Lacrima's cheek now began a quest down the side of her throat where the warmth of his skin and the touchy touch of his finger made her picket skin chill with delight.

His mitt continued, across her shoulder and down her arm, finally slipping underneath her elbow joint and coming to rest over the uppermost grip of her eubstance armour. The mentation that the human was about to begin stripping her sent a thrill through the one-half elf's soundbox and her moan deepened into the hunter's mouth.

With a muffled snap, the grasp came undone. This was followed soon after by the others and Lacrima felt the weight sack as her body armour hung beneath her stoop body. With a longing flicker of her spit, Lacrima broke the pairs kiss and slipped the armour over her head to bring out the ticket grey jumpsuit she wore beneath.

turning back from dropping her armour, Lacrima found the huntsman on his feet. Once more the young half-elf found herself marvelling at how the light from the shatter roof glistened from his picket tegument giving him an almost ethereal quality as his mightily branch reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without conscious endeavor and she all but fell into his strong embrace. Throwing her head back, the scout thrust her mouth 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 out her More clearly now the armour was removed and he enjoyed the way each of his good sense was caressed by her fresh perfume, her firm, slim organic structure in his blazon and the speech sound of her consistence moving as it was pressed to his along with the barely audible moan emanating from her throat.

bringing one paw around, the hunter cupped one of the half-elf's breasts, caressing it gently and delicately teasing the hard nub of her mamilla with one of his fingerbreadth. The female person's breast were very unbendable and saucy with the nipple pushing against the framework of her jump suit as if trying to break free of their material prison.

Slipping his hand 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 initiative time.

The framework of the jumpsuit parted slightly as the zip continued on its journeying downwards and the hunter drank in the quite a little of Lacrima's cleavage. The two pale orb pressed together in the confines of their clothing.

Stopping the zip at her shank, the Hunter could hold out no more and dipped his head, placing a serial of osculation between her breasts. Gasping with delight, Lacrima rested her deal on the back of his head, bathing in the intuitive feeling of another's brim and clapper caressing the sensitive skin of her titty for the world-class time.

Feeling the firmness of her full breasts against his sassing, the Orion wrapped his munition around Lacrima's waistline, holding her closing curtain as he lavished the cleavage of her bosom with his kisses.

Desperate for more, the half-elf shrugged the jumpsuit from her shoulders and allowed the top to fall away to hang below her waist. The slate grey material parted like softly moving drapery to reveal the deep valley of her breasts and the smooth, undulating horizon of her torso to the athirst middle of the Orion. Lifting his psyche back slightly, his gaze drank in the delicious curves of her consistency and the crestless wave of her firm breasts. The dark pink of her ring of color stood in direct contrast to the pale white of her skin and her nipples protruded from the tips of her boob as if beckoning the human to them.

Obeying the lubricious call, the hunter dipped his head once more. This prison term, his lips wrapped gently around one of Lacrima's teat. His sass enveloped the dark ring of color and drew the mamilla into his mouth. This produced a shuddering gasp from the half-elf as the electricity of his suckling transmitted into rippling wave of pleasure that travelled to every corner of her body. Hearing her inhalation and feeling her body shivering at his succor, the hunter gently flicked his glossa over the tip of Lacrima's nipple whilst it was trapped in the heat of his sass causing her shuddering to increase and a syncope mewling of hug drug to escape from the talent scout'throat.

Suckling gently, the hunter raised a paw and ran his fingers through the flame red twist of Lacrimas'hair's-breadth. The softness of her hair combined with the smoothness of her skin brought cryptic growling of pleasance from the hunter that vibrated through Lacrimas'mammilla and caused the nub to inure further, sending electric pulses of arousal to course through the half-elfs'body.

Never had Lacrima felt such feelings as those that now coursed through her body. Her head rolling back, Lacrima grasped the hunters head in both hands, cupping his stubbly impertinence gently and lifted him so his lips were almost touching hers. Still holding his foreland, Lacrima brushed her mouth over his, ghosting her soft build across his slowly before pressing her face forward, taking him into a deep kiss with a faint murmur.

The hunter felt Lacrimas'hips pressing against his, the rhythmic bm of her grinding gently against him coupled with the olfactory property and warmth of her body against his sending frisson up and down his spine. With one hand slipping around between them, the human slowly unzipped the jumpsuit completely and slid the stuff over her pelvic girdle, letting it drop-off to the level with a delicate rustle.

Sliding the backs of his fingerbreadth along the placid, soft peel of the half-elfs'consistency, the Hunter cupped his workforce under her buttocks. This drew forth a purr of enjoyment from both hunter and scout as Lacrima felt his touch on the thinly veiled meat of her buttocks and the hunter felt the firm plumpness that seemed to fit the cup of his paw as if sculpted for them. Gently, with a buff touch, the Hunter started squeezing and caressing this utter backside whilst allowing the tip of his natural language to glide against hers in an graceful dance of passion.

Lacrima drifted on a gently flap sea of pleasure as she felt her body caressed in ways she had never experienced and only rarely imagined. How this hunter was able to be so gentle amazed her as his reputation for merciless killing of his enemies was well known. Yet here, in this decimated church, he held her as a aggregator would cradle his finest treasure and caressed her skin with such treat it was little more than the rustle of a lovers breath washing over her.

The half-elf was snatched from her reverie as the hunting watch hands tightened on her ass and she felt herself being lifted off the stone-paved floor. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around the human and, in doing so, felt the bulge of his erection press against the thin fabric of her panties and rub across the sensitive lips of her womanhood. This was a genius like no other she had, up until this here and now experience and she gasped, open-mouthed on feeling the Wave of pleasure that washed quickly over her.

turn slightly, the hunter took a few dance step and lowered the lookout man slightly before she felt the cold chomp of stone on her upper thigh. With a gasp of surprise at the sudden sensory faculty, Lacrima realised that she was sitting on the edge of the altar. Keeping her hard legs wrapped around the hunters'waistline, the half-elf gripped his body and pulled him to her, taking his lips into another deep, lingering kiss.

The Orion allowed the kiss to continue for a few long instant. He couldn't get enough of her full rim pressing against his and he deeply enjoyed the way her tongue caressed his so delicately. Soon though, he tore his lips from hers as he sought out another degree of pleasure. He kissed down the young scouts'neck and over her dresser as he had done before. This time, however, he did not pause at her breasts but continued on, down to her flat stomach, kneeling slowly as his head descended over the picket, soft hide of Lacrimas'body.

Feeling the tender caress of his lips on the previously untasted skin of her torso sent shake coursing up Lacrimas'spine and she ran the fingers of her paw through his short-cropped hair. As the man knelt before her, his intentions began to make themselves known and it was made very clear as she felt his finger's breadth wrapped around the waistcloth of her scanty and slowly began sliding them down. Lifting her body from the altar slightly, allowing the human to slip the soft fabric of the panties over her thighs, Lacrima felt the thrill as she realised she was soon to be naked in the front of a male for the world-class clip in her living. A brief look 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 cerebration was soon quashed however as the panty finally slipped from her animal foot and fell soundlessly to the paved trading floor and she felt the humans lips touch against her second joint.
The warmth of his breathing spell was the first sense impression, ghosting over the delicate hide of her internal leg. This heralded the arrival of the humans lips which touched against her thigh with such a tenderness that it sent shivers of joy coursing through her body. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the hunter drawing his soft brim slowly along her sick skin leaving a lead of tingling flesh in their wake. The untested half-elfs hands slid down her own body, using the dorsum of her fingertips to stimulate the tegument of her trunk, sending her deeper into the lapping waving of pleasure washing over her.

The foster up her thigh the mouth travelled, the deeper Lacrima fell, drifting helplessly on the calm water supply of her arousal. Never had she felt such delight and these new sensations flowing around her body from this human were like exotic electricity flowing into her from his touch. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist heating of his tongue cutting from between his lips as his head approached the very top of her leg. He pressed his tongue into the crevice where her leg met her soundbox and lapped gently there launching wave after powerful waving of arousal up her sticker. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to cling to the back of the Orion head, trying to pull out his sass to the heart and soul of her arousal. Obeying her unspoken statement, the hunter lifted his head slightly only to press his rim against the damp lips of her sex.

This first ever trace of another being was almost to a greater extent than Lacrima could submit and she arched her back as the humans soft lips moved against her woman in a passionate buss. The half-elf John Drew a bass breath through clenched teeth in a long hiss of desire which suddenly became a whimpered pant of ecstasy as the humans tongue once again pressed forth from his mouth. His hot, wet natural language parted the backtalk of the Edward Young scouts womanhood to press against the nub of her clitoris. vivid jounce of galvanising arousal coursed along the length of the half-elfs spinal column as the human flicked his tongue against her clit with yearn, gentle strokes.

Lacrima gripped the back of the hunters head with an increased importunity as her point of arousal started to top out quick than she ever thought possible. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few times using her fingers but never had she felt such a blue touch and, even through the thick daze of ecstasy she found herself marvelling at the Hunter skill. His acquisition with a vane 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 bulk along with her arousal and she began to twist on the cold stone of the alter as she approached orgasm, clawing at the spinal column of the hunters head as her pleasure began to overflow. Whimpering and shuddering along her entire body, Lacrima came to a powerful orgasm. The half-elf wrapped her legs around the shoulder joint and cervix of the hunter, trying to rend his adept tongue as close to her as she could whilst screaming her vivid pleasure to the broken baulk of the church.

The Hunter moaned softly as he tasted the nectar of Lacrimas sex. His tongue lapped at her as a scorched wolf would drink from a stream, pushing his glossa into her gap to extend to the moisture within. The half-elfs nectar tasted different to human being females, carrying an almost soak sweetness. With the females climax came a wave of this sweet juice that he drank willingly.

Reaching up, he filled his hands with Lacrimas business firm breasts, kneading them gently as he continued to lavish her with his tongue. The years of battle had left petty clock time for such face-off but the homo had enjoyed the company of his carnival plowshare of women but there was something about this Lester Willis Young half-elf. From her scent to her gustatory modality and even her halo spoke to the hunting watch on a stage he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a young kitten as spear of pure ecstasy lanced through her vertebral column sending shiver of pleasance throughout her body. Her wan skin shone in the shaft of light as she writhed on the altar, the humans tongue sending her to levels of sublimate pleasure that she had never dreamt possible.

opinion another climax coming, Lacrima moaned softly"Please…Please…"She lay her script on his as they massaged her breasts, bringing them to her tit where she let him tease them with his fingertips adding another layer of sense impression to her reverie. This sent her over the edge once more and with shuddering pant, Lacrima reached sexual climax for the second clock time.

The huntsman lingered between her pale thigh long enough to finish drawing her nectar into his sass before pulling away and standing. Her chest heaving as she caught her hint, Lacrima looked once more into the harbor gaze of the hunter and for a retentive moment, the pair looked at each other in silence, buff without the need of words.

With an unspoken understanding, the human being unbuckled his belt ammunition and unzipped his scrap trouser, allowing them to strike to the flag with a clatter. Propping herself up on her elbows, Lacrima dropped her regard to the hunter crotch and the jut that now distended his underwear. Without the confinement of the thick pant, the protuberance seemed even larger and Lacrima felt a smile creasing the recession of her lip as she watched the hunter culture kicking off his pant before tucking his pollex under the girdle and drawing the final roadblock down to discover the objective of her electric current desire.

The grinning quickly became an open verbalize gasp as the world organ was finally revealed to her. Easily 9 inches in length and thicker than a daggers handle, the blanch member twitched rhythmically as blood pulsed through it in meter to the humans heartbeat.

Lacrima slid from the altar and dropped to her knee joint as if in worship of this powerful Hammond organ. She was unable to charge her eyes from the huntsman groin, her emerald oculus sparkling in the weak light source as she stared fixedly at the thick beam. Finally ripping her gaze upward, the youth half-elf looked up into her own reflection in the homo shades as a slender hand reached out to touch a male penis for the very low time. The skin was very tender and the half-elf Drew her fingers back at first-class honours degree, afraid that her dusty hired man would discomfort the man but the Orion merely nodded for her to stay on and she lay her fingertips once more onto his hot flesh.

At first, Lacrima only stroked the surface of the shafts skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the hotshot of the heat and softness of his skin. Then, as her trust began to build up, she slowly wrapped her finger's breadth around the midst ray of light, just below the bulging head. The thickness was such that her fingers only just met on the other side. The sizing of this organ for one as inexperienced as her was daunting but Lacrima had gone too far to grow back now and she drew the humans foreskin back gently. This caused a farsighted sigh from the human being brim, a sign that she was performing well enough and the offspring scout began to stroke her hand back and Forth River in long, behind movements.

The hunter gazed at the half-elfs beautiful face as she reached out to pertain him, marvelling at her sensational purity. The young scout reached out and touched his shaft, retracting as if scalded the mo he felt the moth-eaten chomp of her chilled cutis. He knew immediately of her trouble and nodded reassuringly at her start expression. With his boost, she had resumed her caress and the man rolled his header back in delectation as her cold, delicate touch traced lines of cool pleasance along the duration and width of his manhood.

He had to end himself biting his lip in pleasure as her small paw wrapped itself delicately around his shaft but he couldn't suppress a sigh of joy as the immature female drew the skin of his shaft back to break the tender heading of his manhood to the cold, cold air. The sigh quickly became a long purr of pleasure as the half-elf started to propel her hand along his distance, the motion of his foreskin over the tip sending vivid sparks of satisfaction shooting through him. This young sentry had not known a mans touch, her body lyric gave that fact away but, for one so inexperienced, she had an expert touch sensation and her pinnace caress was heating the furnace of his orgasm much faster than he expected.

Lacrima gazed, unflinching at the Orion organ as she pleasured it. She marvelled at its size and the way she could feel his blink of an eye throbbing powerfully through his ray as she stroked him. She watched the glistening wetness of the tip each time she pulled his prepuce back to uncover it. She sensed the Orion shifting his weight slightly and she closed her optic as she felt his finger running through the thick chain of her ponytail, rolling her head back slightly with contentment. Opening her eyes, Lacrima cast her scintillation verdant gaze up at her lover, letting his deep purr of pleasure wash over her and losing herself in her own enjoyment.

An musical theme came unbidden to the young half-elfs mind and her eyes widened slightly at the view of what she could do and the mavin it would bring. Licking her lips and dropping her head back to face the hunter groin, Lacrima began to lean forward. Watching the females effort, the hunter realised her intentions and a Wave of expectation overtook him, moving his script to start caressing the thick whisker at the dorsum of the scouts head.

Moving inexorably forward, Lacrima took in the musky perfume of the humans crotch and found it a strangely heady aroma, just one breath causing her deficiency for this human beings touch to raise dramatically. With this growing arousal, Lacrima placed her lip on the hunters manhood in the Lapp way she had felt his on her sex a short metre before, kissing his shaft from tip to base in several, lingering pecks.

The hunting watch purr got louder at her mouth caress and Lacrima spent various long instant lavishing the humans shaft with her candy kiss, only starting to pull the skin back once more when she felt she could hold back no longer. Bringing her sass to the tip of the Hunter manhood, Lacrima closed her eyes and took the glistening tip into her mouth.

The hunter openly gasped as the heat of the half-elfs lip enveloped him with euphoric warmness and his manus tightened its grip on the back of her head. He was careful not to push or force the girl into anything she didn't want but it was a surd agitate battle of will not to try and slip the warmness further along his shaft.

Lacrima had never tasted anything like this before and she let the salty yet almost Sweet flavours wash over her taste buds. She found the discernment most enjoyable and she flicked her spit over the flesh filling her mouth in an endeavour to get a more intense sentience. This had the upshot of tearing a oink of delectation from the humans throat and a slight push as the hunter desperately fought to check his urge to shove deep into the females pharynx. Lacrima understood what this meant and she began to motivate her read/write head slowly back and forth along the midst tool of the humans penis. Such was the girth of the electronic organ that Lacrima was unable to get much more than a quarter of its length into her mouth before she felt it start to push against her voice box. Judging by the volume and tonus of the noises the hunting watch was making, she doubted it mattered much but then she heard his cryptical vox, 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 endeavour to land delight to her fan and hopefully play him to as strong a climax as he had gifted her. She felt his former hand on the backrest of her neck opening, stroking with a surprising mildness given his flow stratum of arousal.

The half-elf tightened her back talk on the throbbing peter and stroked her hand along it, her other helping hand coming up to massage the humans large testicles. She wasn't sure enough why but somehow it felt like the mightily thing to do. She was proven flop as, here and now later, a gimcrack boom echoed through the church and Lacrima felt a strong jet of liquid strike the back of her pharynx. Such was the surprise that the youth half-elf quickly withdrew her drumhead but she managed to keep her hands on the organ as it twitched and jerked in her grip. Through astray eyes, Lacrima watched as spurt after jet of thick, Theodore Harold White seminal fluid splashed over her cervix and breast. The pale eyeball of her breasts glistened with fatheaded trail of sperm cell and, as more showered onto them, the liquid began to drip onto the flag with a still patter.

Lacrima gulped as her surprisal began to abate and suddenly realised she still had the humans seed in her backtalk. The warm liquid state slid down her pharynx and she could savor a singular mix of salty sugariness. The taste was mildly confusing but she knew one thing, she would not complain if she were to taste the Orion ejaculation again.

The Orion grunts subsided as the last trickles of his orgasm fell from the end of his penis to add to the pool already formed below Lacrima and silence slowly returned to the desolate nave with its shatter pew. The twain of lover breathed heavily from their exertions and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her feet. Once stood, she wrapped her slender arms around the human being muscular shank, looked up into his tad and whispered two words.
"Take me."

There was an prolong pause as the Orion looked at her in secrecy, his only campaign being to site his hands on her hips. Then, in the scrumptious sea bass growl that always sent a bang of excitement through the untested half-elfs soundbox, he replied.
"As you wish, my lady."

That said, the man gripped underneath Lacrimas firm buttocks and lifted her once more onto the stone slab of the Lord's table. The half-elf bedcover her legs willingly and wrapped her arms around the hunters neck as he stepped between them. Glancing down, the Whitney Young scout was impressed at the fact the human was still toilsome despite his climax only a short time earlier and another flush of excitement passed through her at the prospect of the Hunter stamina.

The Orion ran his hands slowly up Lacrimas smooth second joint, his shaded oculus following his manus as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs pale skin. As his handwriting reached her shank, Lacrima felt something push against the toilsome nub of her clitoris and she realised that she was feeling the warmly moistness of a males member against her muliebrity for the first time. Like a thunderbolt of lust, the realisation that she was about to drop off her virginity. Not only that but she was about to be deflowered by a human and on a desecrated church service altar.

The dark Gothic architecture partial tone of this thought rocked the young scout and she stared up into the tad of the hunter with a heady mix of lust, worry and intrigue. As if in response to her sudden insecurity, the man wordlessly dropped his posture and pressed his brim against hers. The unprecedented relocation succeeded in both surprising the inexperienced half-elf and calming her as she relaxed into the more comrade natural process of kissing him passionately.

Lacrima felt the almost galvanic bombilation of pleasance as the human being gently moving his rosehip, teasing her sensitive womanhood with the tip of his duration and causing her rose hip to rock unconsciously in clip to his movements.

Placing one hand onto the altar for documentation and the other onto Lacrimas house breast for his own pleasure, the huntsman started to gently push forward, the tip of his shaft sliding down from the half-elfs clitoris and beginning to press against the blind drunk gap of her sex. Such was the mankind girth that it was several instant of gradually building atmospheric pressure before the caput of his penis finally broke into the half-elfs sex. Both mate moaned into each others mouths at the minute of insight, Lacrima gasping at the sudden pick sensation and the hunter grunting at the minginess that gripped the headspring of his penis. Barely an inch more and the human felt the born barrier that truly explained the young females tentativeness.

Slowly, the hunter broke away from the full backtalk of the young watch and looked down into her enthralling emerald eyes. The huntsman asked a mute interrogative sentence, the moment too valued to ruin with the vulgarity of give-and-take. With equal silence, Lacrima gave her reply with a smile and an almost imperceptible nod. For the first clip since she could call back, Lacrima saw the Orion and she could ingest wept with joy at the enchanting handsomeness that now blossomed on his boldness. Such a simple apparent movement softened his features and she could now truly see his inner beauty.

In getting even, the joyful grin that spread over Lacrimas fount was so saintly that the hunter felt a deeper than ever yearning to pleasure this stunning Lester Willis Young half-elf and carry on such a heaven sent beauty. With as a good deal care as he could muster, the human began to campaign forward. The barrier to the half-elfs virginity did not feed easily and the untried female clenched her teeth as she felt the pressure inside her body grow to its inevitable sexual climax. With a deep grunt, the hunters tip broke through Lacrimas hymen and perforate deep into her womanhood with a long slow, careful poking until almost three quarters of his length was embedded within her velvet-textured sex.

The scouts lip opened all-inclusive and she let out a gasp of pain as she felt her concluding innocence falling out and the slowly growing feeling of being filled profoundly than she had ever experienced. The botheration of her deflowering quickly faded as, once inside her, the Hunter held himself still to permit her to turn more accustomed to the look of his thick, gruelling member invading her tight communication channel. The hunting watch was truly a patrician devotee and Lacrima smiled once to a greater extent as she got used to the feeling and began to bath in the euphoria of coupling with a being she had quickly developed substantial flavour toward.

The half-elfs sex gripped the Orion shaft tightly in its silken canal and he tried to chill out his urge to hurl deep into her such was the pleasure of her inner rampart. Seeing her smile slowly creep back proved that he had been right to waitress and now he allowed himself to get moving inside her. He gently started to skid his thick shaft in and out of her which drew a long, deep groan of joy. Her silken inner walls held him so perfectly and he could feel fainthearted rippling passing over his throbbing member as if trying to attract his very essence from his body.

Lacrimas voice joined his in a Greek chorus of ecstasy as both lovers experienced previously terra incognita degrees of gratification in their carnal quest for release. As their lovemaking continued, the pale skin on both of the beings glistened with stew in the shaft of fall spearing through the shattered spire that picked them out as the only movement in this desecrated house of god.

Lacrima looked up into the hunters face as he filled her again and again and a sudden thought drifted into her pleasance hazed mind. She had never seen the hunter without his shades on, indeed, she had never known anybody to see the human without his eye covered. What could he possibly have to hide behind those pensive shades of his ? ! ineffective to control her groan and whine of delight, the sentinel slowly reached a slender script up and stroked the hunters cheek as he made lovemaking to her. His grunt of use became a cryptic purr at her gentle pinch and his feature softened again at this appearance of affectionateness. Feeling she had his trust, Lacrima hooked a finger beneath the arm of the shades, behind the hunters ear. His chemical reaction was so lightning fast that the half-elf felt the mankind hand grip her wrist before she had even registered his apparent movement. His grip was strong and his face hardened slightly making the young scout think 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 physical vanity of his no longer being inside her. The Orion then took her hand and gently eased her into a standing position. The illogical and saddened half-elf numbly complied thinking he was about to wrench his back on her and get dressing but, in a storm drive, the huntsman turned Lacrima to face away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was bent grass over with her mitt on the stone altar. With a dawning recognition, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his strong hired man grip her waist and the header of his manhood began to skid back into her from behind.

The hunting watch didn't have any intention to allow the Pres Young scout to see behind his shades. He couldn't stomach the idea of scaring her in this most confidant of moments. He opted to build sure that she wouldn't be able to tamper promote whilst still being able-bodied to finish this deeply euphoric encounter. Seeing the half-elf female from behind sent to a greater extent shivers of inflammation through him as he couldn't help but marvel at the young scouts rear. Her bottom were so firm and turn, they depicted a perfect, pale moonshine before him and he felt an animalistic urge grapple his idea. A feral grin passed momentarily across his brim before he wrestled control once more and took hold of Lacrimas waist before penetrating her once more.

Lacrima mewled as she felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over her with each poking of the hunter shaft. Every push eased his boastfully member deeper and deeper into her as she took More and more of him into her organic structure. The feeling of being filled so completely was proving Sir Thomas More than she could take and, throwing her head back, the scout cried out in climax as a sinewy orgasm ripped through her full body. twitch and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the hunters body begin to tense and she could feel the heading of his peter Menachem Begin to grow inside her. She didn't need previous experience to experience what this heralded and she urged the human on in a breathless attempt to allow him to find the great level of ecstasy that she had just experienced.
"Please…don't stop…"

The female person inner walls enveloped his distance in their everlasting grip and the hunter drifted on the waving of gratification that bathed him with each trend of his shaft inside her body. When the half-elf reached orgasm, her inner walls rippled over him with deep, milking waves and he felt his own climax building quickly under such an amaze torrent of pleasance. He looked down and watched the females buttocks ripple slightly with each merging of their consistency and this plenty was all it took to send him tumbling over the boundary of ecstasy. Even as he fell, the hunter managed to keep a tentative grip on his control and was just able to pull himself from her velvet sex before spilling his seed. With a roar of button, the hunter splattered Lacrimas back and rear with his semen in powerful squirt until the merchandise of his liberation dripped from her tail in thick, creamy strands.

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

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

It took several minutes for the lovers to regain any variety of composure but, slowly, they stood and Lacrima sat on the altars edge, the Hunter dropping onto a fallen piece of masonry to sit, still breathing rather heavier than normal. Lacrima gazed at the human being, her middle passing over his strong chest as it heaved and the electronic network of scrape that crisscrossed almost every inch of his body. Finally, the unseasoned half-elf broke the silence and quietly spoke.
"Have you known anything except armed combat ?"

In a storm chemical reaction, the Hunter began to chortle softly, his oral sex still drooped between his shoulders.
"My female parent was a Orion, she began my training as soon as I was firm enough to throw a weapon…I live to destroy the ethereal Cancer that is the demon infestation of this world, our world…No young scout, I have only known battle…and pain."

The half-elf frowned and cocked her head to one side of meat
"And your Fatherhood ?"

The hunter winced and immediately Lacrima knew she had touched on a atrocious memory although the hunter still replied to her doubt
"My father was also a hunter…once…"
Partly already knowing and dreading the response, Lacrima felt compelled to go on
"Was he killed by a demon ?"
The Orion winced and his reply came loaded with barely concealed agony
"No, something…someone far worse."
"I'm sorry to find out that."
"Do not be, their battle is over, they are at peace…More than can be said for the pitiful oddment of my race."

Lacrima stood, conscious of the closeness around her buttocks where the hunters ejaculate was quickly drying in the cool air of the church service. She padded over to where the hunter slumped and knelt, reaching out to take his stubbled chin in her fingers. He raised his head and she looked into his shaded eyes, seeing the solemn worry etched into her expression
"If there were Sir Thomas More homo like you, the human being race would own little to worry about."
The hunting watch snorted and turned away, his voice taking on a hard edge
"The very last thing the human being slipstream needs is more like me !"

Stung by his reaction, Lacrima laid her hand on his shoulder joint, stroking her fingers over his cutis comfortingly
"You are strong, muscular 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 phonation sincere as she continued
"…Those are the skills needed to face and defeat the daemon hordes. I do not cognise of many man that share all such traits in one package."

Silence met her intelligence and, for a consequence, the half-elf thought the conversation was at an end but the huntsman head slowly began to turn, his face coming back into view with a look of mysterious grief marring his handsome features.
"All my life I have fought to crusade back the demon hordes, to give humanity a fighting chance. It is a sad irony that I fight the ethereal hordes…"

A deep sigh escaped the hunters lips before he continued on a seemingly unrelated path
"My mother was a endow huntress. No ace daemon could best her in combat and many had learned to revere her steel. My forefather was a masterful sniper, able to pick out the heart or mind from a possessed at almost inhuman distances.

They were an ideal union, each covering the others impuissance and their combat artistry was only matched by their shared adoration for each other. When my mother found she was with nestling, both of them were elated, a child to continue the Richard Morris Hunt and restrain the guttering fire of humanity from being completely smothered by the unspeakable shadow of the ether."

A humourless smiling creased the edges of the hunters lips

"If merely my mother had been able to anticipate what was to pass. She would have found a way to end me before I was born."

Lacrima almost fell back as the Christian Bible battered her pinna like a fierce storm of inner pain sensation. She looked at the human aghast
"How can you say such a matter ? ! You alone have won and aided in winning countless fight against the demons. You are a talent to man more treasured than any I know !"

The hunter head snapped to face her and his articulation was a abrasive snarl
"Can you not see ? I have been tainted. My forefather had been infected before my invention !"

The hunters face suddenly dropped as though drained of durability and his spokesperson dropped to a quiet gentleness
"My mother only learned of my forefather taint after my giving birth and took the sole row of action available to a hunter. She killed him, her one dependable sexual 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 disc of verity
"Your eyes…"

The Orion nodded and, for the first time, slid the reflective shades off of his case before lifting his headland to look straight at Lacrima. The half-elfs hands flew to her mouth and stifled a gasp as she stared into his unshielded eyes.

The homo irises were a sensational ghost of blue, the colouration of frigid ice but it was what could be seen behind those irises and in the deep black of his pupil that had caused her start reaction.

Sparks of flame danced in the human beings eyes like a sputtering firing, the orange and yellow a deep contrast to the sang-froid blue of his innate colour.

appeasement herself, Lacrima lowered her bridge player and tried to soften her breathing in an effort to find equanimity
"You have demonsight ?"

The hunter nodded
"Indeed. My Father-God legacy and the thing that separates me from true humanity. I can see the aura of living things and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The fire get brighter in fourth dimension of anger… or … any sort of rise emotion. I have to keep them covered to keep off being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always remain in control, especially at…intimate multiplication. I will never countenance my tainted semen to impregnate another. I will insure I am not responsible for for any foster contagion to the human race.

Despite the inclemency of his words and even though she could see the evidence of demonic taint in the man, Lacrima smiled and took the huntsman face in her hands, drawing him into a osculation. Lingering there, the young half-elf leaned forward and whispered into his ear
"It is notoriously intemperately for a human to impregnate one of elven ancestry. I want you to fulfill me…please…I want you to get laid the pleasure of shooting your come into me."

The hunter jerked Lacrimas shoulder joint back to look into her eyes, his facial expression a mask of traumatise confusion. His features were now intensified by the fact that the Whitney 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 annihilate. I am demon-kin !"

Lacrima smiled and poured her earnestness into the glacial globe of his eyes as she replied
"It is true that you have aeriform descent running through your body. However, you are living proof that having a demonic taint does not mean you are doomed ! You have fought the diabolic putridness of this macrocosm since your very world-class intimation !"
The half-elf gripped the hunters shoulder joint as she gazed intently into his eyes
"You use your taint against the creature of the ether and you do not grant it to distract you from your chosen path of twinkle and laurels. You put most wide humans to shame."

Lacrima smiled once more in mirror to that slowly spreading on the hunters lips. When he spoke, his voice was a balmy tone of echt happiness.
"I have encountered many kinds of being but never have I met such a someone as you Lacrima."

listening her name spoken by her devotee for the first prison term sent a charge through Lacrimas body and she dropped her heading into his bare chest as she took him into a sloshed hug. It was only then that a sudden intellection flew into her mind.
"You have allowed me to be intimate your drab secret and we have made love…although I still do not recognise your name."

With her ear against his chest, Lacrima heard his deep chuckle rumble through her head before he spoke.
"How lawful. My mother gifted me with an ancient name of top executive 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 drag up computer memory from her teachings.
"That is a rare name indeed, I feel as if I have heard that figure although I can not recall from where."
"I have heard the Sami myself although I fear I can not illuminate you further as I do not get it on for certain myself although my mother did once separate me it is a name from ancient legend."

The vernal half-elf smiled
"Perhaps some ancient warrior lord or king…"
She traced a finger down the hunters chest as she continued, a coy grinning on her back talk
"Does my warrior king wish to fulfill his tabby with his potent seminal fluid ?"

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

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

It certainly seemed to Lacrima that the human could indeed register her feelings as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the insensibility of his erection pressing against her outer sass. The scout believed that they had had decent foreplay in their starting time coupling, this time she just wanted to palpate his member inside her, filling her and it seemed he shared the Sami thoughts.

Lifting her knee joint away from the humans waist and spreading her leg further, the half-elf allowed him easier entree to her sex and grunted with satisfaction as she felt him labor forward, penetrating her entranceway and sliding deep into her velvet folds.

Even though her woman had been violated very recently, if anything, the hunter member seemed even giving inside her this arcsecond time. Was it a tenderness brought on by the recent actions or was it perhaps Artorius himself ? Maybe it was the thought of finally being able to relax his control and release inside her that was driving the human to an even higher level of lust. Either way, his entrance was much easier and smoother than the first base time and Lacrima felt none of the pain that accompanied his initial penetration so she relaxed into his rhythm method of birth control quickly.

Looking up at him as he thrust into her slick entrance, Lacrima became mesmerised by the inner flame behind his heart. The orange and yellow sparks were growing in vividness and, already a faint glow was emanating from the broken part of the mankind irises.

Artorius sighed and moaned as he felt the dainty tightness of the half-elfs sex enveloping him as he pushed into her again and again. Wave after wave of pleasure torus through him with every movement inside lacrimas womanhood and it was as if he was reaching the peak of his ecstasy with every thrust.

The forcible whiz emanating from his bulwark were heightened and complimented by his early smoke emanating from the half-elf laying naked before him. His centre drank deeply of her pale skin, her red-hot breaking ball and her full-of-the-moon titty, bouncing so deliciously as she writhed on the Harlan Stone slab. He tasted her olfactory property in the air coupled with the musky scent of their fluids as the fan base were desires being acted out. His ears took in the soft whimpers and sighs of pleasure that flowed smoothly from her throat combined with the intermittent gasp as his midst prick stroked against a particularly sensitive expanse of her inner sex and even the rumbling of distant thunder helped to press his lust ever higher.

The half-elf gazed back at him with mesmerising emerald optic that sparkled with life history and now lust which made the immature platter even more fascinating. Her lustrous red haircloth splayed out around her like a smouldering aureole as her full phase of the moon lips parted with her gasps and moans.

All of these sensory delight coupled with the intensely right waving of hug drug coursing through him as he stretched the female tight womanhood again and again pushed the human to the brink of his control and he realised with a huge thrill that this young half-elf actually wanted him to culminate inside her. He would soon be feeling something he had never before experienced, what it would be like to ejaculate inside a fair sex sex.

Lacrima had drifted on the soothing waters of joy in their first coupling but now, in this second, she pushed herself along the firm current of luxuria. She had lost her virginity to this human being 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 Sir Thomas More which had surprised and fascinated her.

For 43 years she had remained celibate and now, in the infinite of no more than a few minute, she had been caressed all over her naked eubstance, been brought to orgasm through oral examination sex and tasted the sperm cell of a human male person. Now she lay on a deconsecrate altar being violated for the endorse sentence in as many hours by the Sami human being and she was loving every bit of it.

Gazing into the simmering flaming of the sully humans growing lecherousness, the Loretta Young picket took in his muscular torso, his pectorals moving as his powerful weaponry pulled her trunk onto his huge quill over and over again and his ab as he thrust forward to bury himself inside her. She also gazed at his handsome features now enhanced by the removal of his concealing specter. His glittering, glacial eyes tempered by the deep orange glow of his passion fair shone with vital force and his brave out face softened by his desire for her.

Sitting herself up, Lacrima gripped the Arturius'forearms, a bowel movement which pressed her breasts together enhancing her cleavage and continued to calculate recondite into the homo eyes as he ploughed his voiceless shaft into her willing body.

Breathing deeply in her prurient United States Department of State, the half-elf could smell the aromas of their love and suddenly wondered how on earth she would be able to conceal this on her issue 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 interest about her future plight, her doubtfulness were answered. The wholly inner church building was suddenly thrown into blunt relief as a smart bolt of lightening ripped the sky open. This was immediately followed by a howling crack of thunder which echoed around the scourge outer space. The audio then changed from the thunderous echoes to the sounds of fleshy rainfall pouring out of the sky.

rainwater, warmed by the thick air streamed in through the great rents in the roof, pattering off the wooden pews and stonework floor. Lacrima and her lover suddenly became the midpoint of a soaker as the rain came in and drenched their already slick bodies.

Light glistened from their pale bodies as they continued to move and twist together, hardly breaking rhythm as they pushed on in their desperation to get through mutual climax.

Lacrimas moans grew louder as she felt another climax approaching. The humans phallus was rubbing against her interior sex in situation she never dreamed could bring such joy and she could feel the large electric organ begin to twitch inside her velveteen walls, betraying the fact that her lover was fast approaching his own climax.

This sent a lustrous lance of excitation down her pricker as she realised what was to come. She was about to sense a humans spermatozoon being unloaded inside her.

The half-elf lose dominance of herself and began to beg her human lover.
"Fill me my love, give me all of your seed, let me finger you empty your sperm into my womb."

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

Her titillating words came to him as he found his gaze locked on her breasts. Pressed together, they bounced like firm cushions and the pale chassis glistened in the pale illumination with a assortment of rain and sweat giving them a glittering, otherwordly aspect which he found to be intensely pleasurable.

With her hoarse discussion of encouragement, Arturius felt his sperm boiling up, out of his ball. The hot liquid streamed through his calamus and the man brought his center up to gaze late into Lacrimas middle as his mouth opened wide.

Locking his eyes on hers, Arturius roared his release as he felt load after loading of his source squirting inside the hot wetness of Lacrimas womanhood. Lacrima too toppled from the ledge of her Adam and fell willingly into the flames of her own potent sexual climax, crying out her freeing as her own nectar flooded over the humans shaft buried inside her.

Even through the oceanic abyss haze of her pleasure, Lacrima gasped as she actually felt the humans seed spurting into her, splashing against her inner wall in powerful jet plane. With a sudden, arching jolt of her rear, a thought stabbed into her pleasure addled mind. What if she does become pregnant ? What if this demon tainted cum takes a hold within her uterus ? The thought however is swiftly quashed. Even if she were to strike with child, she could think of no other she wanted to rear a youngster with than this powerful warrior. An offspring even half as secure as its father would prove a redoubtable ally to the embattled human being races.

Arturius growled and gasped like an animal released as he felt his seed exploding inside his lover, actually into her body ! The thought combined with his sinewy orgasm threatened to overwhelm the warrior but he focused on Lacrimas fount, open air mouthed as she lay on the gemstone slab. The ecstasy was enhanced briefly as the young sentry suddenly arched her back with a gasp although she soon settled.

The hunting watch focused his gaze on his devotee as his orgasm faded and the lowest few spurts were released into the half-elfs sex.

For farsighted moment, the couple simply remained still, their only move the heave of their dresser as they battled to regain their hint. The lone sound above their thick respiration was the pattering of the rain on the stone flooring of the broken Christian church and the grumbling of roaring as the storm moved on.

Finally, Arturius moved his hired hand up to tenderly stroke the stray hairs from Lacrimas expression with the back of his fingerbreadth. The Half-elf smiled up at her lover as he caressed her brass and broke the silence though her voice was barely more than a whisper.

"Thank you…my lord."

Arturius smiled himself at hearing her word

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

Lacrima giggled at the unenviable tone in the hunters voice, he was obviously fresh to talking in such a way and she brought her arms up to wrap around his broad shoulders.

"As are you my love."

Her look suddenly flushed as she realised what she had said and she noticed a slight jolt in Arturius'trunk but, before she could excuse, the human smiled and dropped his body to lead her in a recondite, prolonged kiss.

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

Slowly breaking the osculation, Arturius stood and helped Lacrima raise herself to her feet somewhat unsteadily. Silently, the pair dressed, both feeling the shivering freshness of the rainwater water on their peel as they donned their undergarments and armour.

Such was the depth of the huntsman silence that Lacrima began to believe that this was a singular tryst, that she would never again find this humans touch on her bare cutis and never see his masculine form in any early situation than battle.

Her heart began to weep as she pulled on her boots and shrugged her pack onto her shoulder joint. She gazed longingly at the humanity 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 Pres Young half-elf picked up the pulse rate rifle and turned forlornly to forget the church building and continue the lifelong conflict against the demon hordes. This day, this Christian church and its fillet of sole resident had branded itself indelibly onto her mind and she would never forget the perfect lovemaking that she had undertaken this evening.

"Where are you going ?"

On hearing the hunters vocalism, Lacrima turned back to see Arturius, his eyes once more contained behind his shades, looking at her with his head cocked to one side quizzically. She stammered slightly as she replied, trying to obscure her mystifying sadness.

"I, I must return. The camp will set out to marvel as to my whereabouts if I am not plate before sundown."

Arturius smiled, an action mechanism she noted he had begun to do more around her, and gestured for her to travel along him. Perplexed, Lacrima did as requested and walked behind the human as he picked his way out of a with child hole blown in the rear of the house of God and out into the cool breeze.

On feeling the ghostly contact of the wind, Lacrima closed her heart and let the memory board of this day wash over her as the rain and wind washed over her physical form.

Her castle in Spain was broken by a crunching sound and she opened her eyes, gasping as she saw the huntsman wheeling a jet black bike around the corner. The cycle was sleek and glittered in the fading light. A pair of mid-calibre Assault rifles had been grafted to either incline of the belittled windscreen which, itself, glowed with a deliquium K lightness cast by a Heads up display.

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

"You truly are a horse 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 numberless occasions and I would be honoured if you would ride with me. I know the whereabouts of Dacorum Theta frontier settlement. Would you perhaps like me to pack you there ?"

Lacrima laughed as she held onto Arturius'body. Her hairsbreadth whipped in the breaking wind as the cycle powerful galvanising locomotive engine sped them across the bleak terrain. The world was desperately ill and the fiend would not give up the land they had stolen before a great good deal more rakehell had been spilled, but right now, as she held her buff close and gazed out over the nation 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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