HUNTER & target

Lacrima picked her way through the rubble and dust of the broken Town. Barely a few months before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a last frontier settlement of the dwindling homo airstream. Now it lay decimated, open to the bleak skies like an resect corpse.
The half-elf scouted the area alone, checking for sign of the zodiac of life or, more importantly, preindication of diabolic plague. Her acutely eyes scanned the ruins of each edifice intently, the oceanic abyss green of her iris glittering in the fading light like emeralds on an ornate swords hilt.

She wore the stock publication slate grey jump suit and black consistency armour that designated her as a soldier in the Terran insurrection corps. Being a scout, Lacrima carried a more compact interlingual rendition pulse rifle and the jumpsuit was a tighter fit to permit almost silent movement. The thick grayness stuff clung to her slim, lithe body, rippling as her powerful leg muscles propelled her through the terrain like a prowling feline on the hunt for prey.

Lacrima moved stealthily, her long old age of training and combat experience making her movement fluid, almost feline. Her slender shape stalked the phantasm, a wraith in hunt of quarry on a desolate landscape. A Light Within breeze ghosted through the empty streets like the terminal, racking breath of a dying man and it stirred the deep auburn haircloth that hung in loose gyre down Lacrimas back in a foresighted ponytail that reached midway down her shoulders.

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

Lacrima approached the once enceinte main entrance to the church, gaping panoptic capable like a deep wound. Its door had been ripped from their hinge and used as Ellen Price Wood to incinerate the few that had survived the daemon attack in a pyre to their fell God Almighty. Lacrimas nose wrinkled as an sickening feel reached her nostrils and she was sealed she could still smell the burning flesh of those unfortunates as she entered the threshold of the church, the reek forever tainting the very air that twisted and eddied in the light breeze.

The young half-elf darted into the once holy office and began her search of the desolate interior blank when she froze suddenly. Her penetrating eyes had spotted movement and she knelt silently behind the secede remains of a pew to observe the view before her with a sense of wonderment.

The one known as the Hunter was knelt beside the Christian church altar. He was knelt in a pool of ignitor that was cast through the tattered remains of a enceinte stained glass window. The human had stripped his signature tune leather greatcoat and ignominious eubstance armor to let out his upper berth torso. The warriors skin was picket, a park sign of those that lived under the burned sky that now hung over the worlds diseased landscape and his dead body was coated in a thin shininess of sudor that glittered in the vaguely fragmented ray of light. Lacrimas skin tone was closer to that of her Elven kin making it paler still than even this Hunter and this emphasised the lentigo on her nose and upper face and the Edward Young half-elf felt the warmheartedness of a swoon blush which she knew would only lay down them brook out even more. The Hunter had his right wing arm rested on a broken pedestal beside the altar and he appeared to be sewing a deep gash that ran most the length of his upper arm.

The humanity muscles flexed and bulged with pain as the needle pierced his flesh and, although the scene before her was gruesome, Lacrima could not avail but find a sure pleasure from seeing this half naked human.

At 43 years old, Lacrima was considered a young adult within her race, the combining weight of a human daughter just out of her teenager. This combined with the dear unremitting training and engagement meant that Lacrima had never had prison term to cogitate a good deal about males and she had never touched a Male body except for when she was sparring or treating wounds. Now, crouched silently in her hiding place, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The mans trunk was in amazing physical condition, his rippling stomach and magnanimous arm muscle sending unfamiliar shudder of pleasure through the half-elf's slender consistency.

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

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors movements in better contingent and stifled a grin as she realised he was evidently not a aim medical officer. The hunters stitches were neat and pixilated but he was moving at a slow and deliberate gait as one with noesis but little experience would do. He had obviously read or seen how to perform champaign medication but had not had much practice and it was made infinitely harder by having to perform it on himself.

Such was Lacrima's attention to the muscled man that she momentarily forgot the precept of stealth and accidently kicked a low piece of fallen masonry, sending it skittering across the marbleized floor. The hunter's chemical reaction was quick and lightning fast. scrap reflexes that had been honed over innumerous fight snapped his hand down to the nearest arm, a side arm that had lay out of Lacrima's sight, behind the rock on which he had rested his injured arm and brought the sidearm up to point at the source of the sound."Show yourself."This was the 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 building in commanding, bass waves.

The half-elf intruder did not move from her situation hidden behind a bench, frozen like a frightened rabbit in a set of intense, masculine headlamp. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the devil hunters'weapon was aimed directly at her. The hunter's vocalization sounded once more than, this time dropping to a dangerously silence horizontal surface that nevertheless carried a rotund note of malice."I know you skulk in the shadows, now ill-use where I can see you or I will station you back to the cursed spawning pit that birthed you."

Slowly, as if afraid that she would be shot at the slightest effort, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched position behind a shatter pew and stood, head bowed slightly like a school nestling caught by a tutor. longsighted here and now passed as the hunter appeared to read her silently from beneath the gunmetal shades that he was never seen without. Lacrima felt a sudden iciness and a sense of nakedness passed like a shiver down her spine. It was as if the human was looking through her, seeing past her physical cast to study her inner being. This highly uncomfortable intuitive feeling was only accented by the batch of the handgun that was pointed at her head.

After what was in all likelihood only a second but, what felt like an age to Lacrima, the hunter stood and descended the steps from the altar dais, onto the filthy marble of the church service main storey. His movements were slow but fluid, resembling a predatory animal approaching its quarry. Despite the obvious danger to her person, Lacrima could not help but notice his build. The man was easily close to six groundwork marvellous and she was drawn to the way the directional light from the broken window shimmered from his pale skin and threw the musculature of his body into an ever changing landscape painting of light and shadow. The pistol never once strayed from Lacrima, rightful cogent evidence of this hunters martial prowess.

The hunter approached Lacrima in silence and the half-elf felt ineffectual to propel or speak, somehow held in a trance by this man. All she could do was stand and look her luck, her emerald center watching the now dim Christ Within reflect from his nude upper body which seemed to accent his already telling musculature, and wonder why she felt such conflicting emotions of fear and another, more discombobulate feeling…was it desire ? !

The huntsman 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 clip without the dangerous malice but a billet of wariness still rang through its rich tones.
"I have seen no activity in this place for various days now."

As he approached this intruder, the hunter appraised the possible menace. It was certainly human or of a mechanical man race. It wore the uniform of a rebel scout and was distaff judgment by the way the armour had been shaped around the chest area.
As he got closer, he could relieve oneself out more particular and he began to think this was no attacker. The being stood before him was a half-elf, one of the new raceway that had emerged after the initial devil encroachment of Terra. This specimen was around average tallness for one of her airstream, around 5'6"and slender. Her fuzz was a fall upon shade of red, pulled back in a tight ponytail although a few stray strands framed her almost ghostly pale face. With a slight flush of realisation, the human came to note that this accentuated the females already considerable sweetheart.

to the highest degree half-elves took on the graceful, acute lineament of their elven parent but this one had much softer facial nerve feature of speech. The almost translucent sick skin of her slender human face had a healthy, porcelain smoothness and was broken only by a set of freckles that ran across her impudence and little, button nose. Her guide auricle and good, pale sassing gave her an exotic, alluring aspect, greatly accented by her slanting green eyes and it was into these emerald globe that the hunter found himself gazing. The female person oculus glittered with an energy and intelligence agency that he had rarely encountered and the human felt long repressed tactile sensation stirring deep within his mind.

Lacrima saw faint confusion flickering over the humans face in his brow and mouth and she wondered what must be going on in the hunter mind. So preoccupied was she with this turn of event coupled with her own blur emotions that she almost jumped out of her skin when the warrior spoke again.
"What brings you to this area soldier ?"

The Orion representative still carried an almost grain air of office but the scout could detect a warming of his tone and she attempted to cover her fear by throwing a veil of confidence over her hot and bothered state. Squaring her shoulders, she stood before the homo, and fixed him with what she hoped was a nonchalant glare.
"The same could be asked of you sir."
Her statement met quiet and the Lester Willis Young scout decided to go along
"A numeral of scouts have been sent from outpost Dacorum Theta to assess if this expanse is safe for rehabilitation. The demons appear to bear slaked their hunger for ancestry here and moved on."

The hunter nodded slightly but said nothing and Lacrima was left with the ill at ease sense that he was analysing everything she said, searching for any falsification. Silence ensued as the two seemed to assess each former. In the heavy silence, Lacrima found her gaze meandering over the muscular 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 experience anything but curiosity for this lone demon stalker.

As she tried to wedge her path of thought onto a different track, her green centre settled on his wounded arm. The Half-Elf had heard many a rumour about this human, he was a loner and little was truly known of his background or purpose. 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 find out Thomas More about this human and prepare a report back to the council. The rebellion council were extremely interested as to how one man could outlive so long in the wildernesses and cursed plain. Any information she could glitter from him could evidence life-sustaining for hereafter plans.

After taking a few, calming breaths, the half-elf softened her facial expression slightly, taking on what she hoped was a convince masquerade of a implicated nerve. Lacrima then adopted a quieter, well-disposed tone as she addressed the hunting watch once more.
"Your wound looks rich, would you like to see one of our healers ? It is not a great distance to Dacorum…"
There was a here and now hesitation as, suddenly, an image flashed into her minds eye of her small handwriting stroking the naked cutis of the muscular homo arm her pale hand on the smooth, warm bod as it glittered in a pond of light. She could almost find the firmness of his muscular tissue on her fingertips. The heady rush of blood to her cheeks caught Lacrima off guard and it took cause not to pant with surprise. Quickly trying to re-centre her intellection, Lacrima managed to carry on unsteadily.
"..Or…perhaps…allow me to help you ?"

An awkward silence followed with the hunter remaining inactive as if he hadn't even heard the young scouts'words. The break allowed Lacrimas mind to run riot with range of a function of her touching this pale, muscular limb. Her peel tingled as her mind tried to recreate what this warriors body would feel like to her finespun skin senses and this sent an intense flood of emotions through the young half-elf forcing her to run on her intimate speciality in a desperate attempt to not stagger back from the mental onslaught. Such was the saturation of the image, 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 window and open ceiling, catching the reflective control surface of the hunters shades. The human stood before the lookout man like a statue of ancient prison term. I marble carved warrior king, stripped to the waist and battle scarred. The poetical imagery did zero to help Lacrimas hot and bothered state and, when the Hunter finally did speak, even his quieten whole step caused her to start in surprise at the sudden shattering of silence.
"No, no healers."
Another shortly suspension and this time, the jar had sharpened the young lookout man signified and she could detect a feint note of confusion on the hunters stoic features. Was he thinking similar thinking of her ? ! His school principal flicked to look down at his wound and he brought his arm up to allow unaired inspection.

Lacrima was transfixed by the movement. Rarely had she seen such a beautifully masculine limb. Whilst being well muscled, it was not over-built and unsightly. Each muscularity moved and bunched with smooth ascendence as the hunter flexed them, testing the depth of the combat injury and even the wince of pain as he moved damaged tissue wasn't decent to halt the half-elf's reverie.

After a few mo, the hunter came to a ending and lowered his arm, fixing the new female in his gaze once more and Lacrima hoped she didn't look as flustered as she felt. The hunter spoke and, for the first sentence since their coming together several minutes before, she detected a note of forgivingness in his phonation. It was very feint but it was there nonetheless.
"It may prove useful if you could aid me. You are trained in field medicine ?"

Lacrima nodded dumbly, ineffective to work words and hoped it would be enough. After a farsighted moment, the hunter nodded in issue, a slow, scant movement and turned away from her, heading toward the soapbox steps.
Taking this as a silent invitation to follow, Lacrima fell in behind. As she walked, Lacrima allowed her gaze to range a little more freely over the humans back now she didn't feel like her every thought was being scrutinised by his intense stare. The human had virtually no fat on his dead body which allowed Lacrima to see the musculature of his backbone. She watched the little brawniness around his spine sliding back and forth with his gait and the large, impressive muscles of his shoulder joint as his arms swayed at his side of meat. The scout looked over his frame and felt a warmth in the base of her stomach as her eyes took in his svelte waist and broad shoulders. This truly was an excellent specimen of masculinity. The only thing marring the image was the state of the human's tegument. His back was a latticework of scars, most healed but a few stood out an wild red potential making them fresher and Lacrima found herself building a new point of deference and wonder for this lone warrior. She would have to ask for Sir Thomas More about these wounds when the clock time turn out.

Mounting the steps to the communion table footstall, the huntsman led the half-elf to the position she had first encountered him beside the nifty, stone slab. There she found the human race armour and equipment laid out in almost perfectly straight person agate line, not a unity detail out of billet. The immature sentinel stifled a giggle on seeing such neatness. She had no idea a warrior of such stature and obvious accomplishment also lived a biography burdened with Oppressive Compulsive disorder !

"Something amuses you ?"
Startled, Lacrima snapped her mind up and realised with a start that she was once more in the humankind shaded gaze. She had had no melodic theme she had been smiling outwardly and took on a sheepish expression.
"My apology sir, I meant no criminal offense. It is just not often I encounter a male with such…order."
A pause ensued and the young Scout heart dropped as she feared she had annoyed the hunting watch and blown any chance for noesis. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her essence sing. For the first time since their confluence, the hunter smiled. It was a legal brief curling of the lips accompanied by a prompt exhalation resembling a snort of amusement but it was enough to bring a beaming grin the distaff's mouth.
"Indeed my gentlewoman. My mother taught me well to organise myself in all things. An organised intellect is a potent weapon system in struggle she used to tell me."
The smile dropped from Lacrimas side at the warrior's use of preceding tense
"Your mother…she is ..."
"Dead. Yes."

Those Holy Scripture 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 acerate leaf was still embedded in his flesh where he had been stitching before her interruption.
The finality of his cause gave evidence that his mother death was a sore subject which was intelligible. cipher could shoot such an outcome without heavy sorrow but there was something about the severity of his turning and the look that flashed across his case before doing so that made the scout think that there was More to it than natural causes. She would perhaps broach the subject when she had gained more than 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 headway was getting fuzzy. The first matter that she took in was his scent which was unlike any Male before. near of the men she knew were soldiers in the rebel corps and they smelled of lather and dirt. This homo had a certain muskiness to his scent but he didn't odour unclean, the odour was also cut through with a fresh, almost floral scent that sent the untried half-elf almost dizzy as she thought that this was how all on-key men should reek.

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved hired hand felt the firmness of his muscles before the soothing heat of his torso penetrated through, heightening what the scout now realised was her arousal. Again, discombobulation rose in her brain as she tried to fathom how she could be having intuitive feeling like this, everything was incorrectly. These were feelings that she had never experienced before, this was a man she had never met until today, in a billet that had, barely a few hebdomad before been a charnel house house of blood and decimation. In an attempt to take her judgment off her tingling bring down regions, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A deep laceration ran down a sound length of the huntsman amphetamine arm, almost perfectly slicing between his bicep and brachialis muscles. The tear was ragged which made it unlikely that it was a sword or sharp object that had done the damage and even through the heat of her turned on country, a chill ran down Lacrima's acantha at the depth of the rip and she knew this must be causing a huge amount of money of pain to the human despite his outwardly calm state. She looked up quizzically
"How did this befall ? It is a truly nasty wound."
The hunter uttered a single word that made the young female person bite her lower lip with fear and concern
"Daxzkepyl."
The word of honor repeated in Lacrima's mind, Daxzkepyl, an officer in the diabolic armies. This type of police officer was a awful amalgamation of man and crustacean, his primary weapon being a huge, armour plated claw that resembled that of a lobster or crab. To get down one of these abominations was difficult for a police 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 curse spawn died hard and not before causing me this."
The hunter gestured angrily at the candid wound as if such a beast didn't deserve to be able to cause one such as him pain. Lacrima wondered at this warrior's martial prowess and made a vow to herself to try and learn as much as possible about the battle. It would likely contain a riches of tips on how to deal on the demons.

Examining the rip flesh finisher, Lacrima made sure the wound was plum and then checked the huntsman's stitching.
"Stitching up a injury like this is difficult, especially if you're trying to do it alone."
Dropping his arm gently, Lacrima removed her mitt to enable her to do by him properly and looked over his medical checkup supplies, nodding slowly as she ran through the procedures out loud.
"Your med kit is well stocked sir. By the flavor of it you have started well, injecting the blood-flow inhibiter to slow bleeding and, judging by the snap packaging, you have well sanitised the area."
Trying to brighten the mood and thinking he had begun to relax, Lacrima grinned
"You'll not hold a seamstress I'm afraid judging by the quality of your stitching though."
This gossip was rewarded with a grunt of merriment and a grin that completely changed the hunter's face. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually stern features changed so completely into a softness that melted her philia. This was a man that had known felicity 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 hunting watch's arm once more, relishing the skin to skin liaison and gently lay it on her genu so she could begin stitching properly. As gently as she could, the lookout man started to sew up the deep tear. Her preparation did her proud and the Danton True Young scout deftly placed diminished stitches over the wound, drawing the two half of flesh together. After a few stitches, she looked up and saw that the hunter winced ever so slightly every clip she pushed the goad though his chassis and her nerve fell in shock as realisation dawned.
"You haven't used any anesthetic agent ? !"
The hunter shook his headway but gestured for her to continue, only speaking after she had almost finished.
"flavor 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 obsessed man face as his body is re-structured from the inside, you quickly get wind to value that life isn't all bad. ail hold me sharp."
Lacrima shook her head teacher with a smirk
"I do not understand your logic sir for I have not seen such a thing and have no wish to. I for one will not catch one's breath until the very slightest diabolic contamination is cleansed from our earth."
"Oh really ?"
The tone of the hunter's voice caused Lacrima to count up from her work and she saw an odd expression drift over his expression like a passing breeze of ill contentedness. This concerned her and she decided to iron out further, hoping she wasn't overstepping the mark.
"Is that not what you wish for ? A human race free of these abominations ?"
After a moment, the huntsman began to nod slowly
"Indeed, freeing this populace of the hell spawn is of great importance to me. As to removing the bare taint…I think that will raise harder than you think young scout."
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the fill in centre of the human
"Please, scream me Lacrima."
"Lacrima, that is a pleasant name…for a pleasant girl."
The words caused the half-elf to beam openly as she tied up the final stitch.
"Why, right sir, I do believe you are flirting with me."
Suddenly, the hunting watch snatched his arm away from Lacrimas lap, turning his book binding on her.
"You are mistaken young scout. You would do well to keep your aloofness from me. citizenry that get too close have a wont of dying."
Lacrima controlled her take aback surprise and reached out to lay a comforting bridge player on the hunter's shoulder. She wanted to prevent him close, for both military and suddenly personal reasons.
"I am not afraid of danger my lord, I only wish to learn from you. Your knowledge…"
"My knowledge is worth nix to you dead. Besides, you would not wish to know me !"
The violence of the hunter's tone shocked Lacrima and she felt a stab of hurt pridefulness at his assumptions but she attempted to keep a soothing floor to her representative
"I am well trained and have combat experience, I can handle myself well. And I would very much like to roll in the hay you practiced my lord."

Lacrima stopped suddenly. She had had no intention of uttering those parole and she felt suddenly blate at her outburst. She could feel the hunting watch's breathing deepen in the movements of his shoulder underneath her mitt and a sudden wave of desire washed through her, causing her to gently lay her free hand on his other shoulder in what she hoped was a quiet way, hoping desperately to save him close, to experience him.
"I do not claim to know anything of your background or lifestyle my nobleman but I would dearly bid for you to recount 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 modest hands moved delicately over the hunter's shoulder joint, squeezing the bunched muscles and straightening them with appease squeeze of her fingers. The motions over the warm, firm flesh brought a new wave of arousal to the young female and she felt the area between her branch begin to prickle. Was this what desire really felt like ? The massage was evidently having an effect on the hunter also as he shifted his weight to pee-pee himself more easy. Taking the chance, Lacrima slid forward on her knees so she could be nigh to this masculine human.

pressing her armoured body to his backbone, the half-elf Drew a deep breath, taking in the olfactory property of the hunter and noting the subtle change in his aroma. The musk she had smelled before was more prominent and it was now overlaid with a sharper perfume. Was he becoming aroused also ?

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

The Pres Young Lacrimas headland swum with possible action and lust began to flood her thinker like a long held back tide. Shifting herself up, straightening her kneeling legs, Lacrima raised herself so she could see over his shoulder, the whole time her hands servicing his now relaxing shoulders. A pocket-size purr drifted from the back of the hunter's throat which Lacrima felt through the flesh of his berm and this spurred her on to run a risk a prohibited glance. Craning her neck slightly, Lacrima peered over the hunter's shoulder, hoping he wouldn't find what she was doing and focused her gaze on the human's crotch. The sight that beheld her caused her jaw to drop.

Her lust-filled images had pictured a gravid member but the swelling that distended the fatal leather of the Hunter's armed combat breeches hinted at an organ that was impressive even for one of his height and stature.

It had been a long meter since he had felt distaff hand on his flesh and it was likely he had never felt such a dextrous ghost. This half-elf was not only a skilled lookout - for what other rationality would the uprising allow her to go out alone - but she had a speck that was both delicate and yet, somehow firm.

Her low hands caressed the knotty muscle system of his shoulders with almost unerring truth, seeking out and straightening the muscular tissue bunched and taught from recollective months of fighting.

Such was the warmth and feel of her touch that the warrior felt a subtle warmth spreading in his loins that he had long dismissed as disused. Just then, he felt the nerveless pressure of her armoured knocker against his back as the young female pressed her soundbox closer to his. This inter-group communication, combined with the diffused, ghosting menstruum of her tender breath against his rightfield shoulder sent undulation of pleasance straight to his bulwark and he felt long forgotten needs stirring inscrutable within.

He heard a soft gasp from his rightfield and angled his top dog slightly to glimpse over at the females'pretty face. The half-elf was biting her lip, a expression that only served to heighten her already considerable sweetheart and the hunter felt his torso flush with heat as his lust for this Pres Young female began to blossom.

At that decimal point, Lacrima felt eyes upon her and turned her header to look into the hunters'shaded gaze. The two held that looking at for various moments, held still in the unending space-time continuum of blossoming desire.

As one, the capitulum of the human and half-elf began a slow, inexorable apparent motion toward each others. Their brim parted slightly as they neared until, with a ticklish slowness, the two pairs finally met for a brief second before parting again.

The huntsman's shades hid his eyes but Lacrima could feel the raw luxuria emanating from him as her emerald gaze drank in his unattackable features and stubbled jaw. She knew total fountainhead that his lustful aim were only matched by her own and she looked into the Lens with a blaze desire. The duo held each others gaze a short prison term longer, each waiting for the others unspoken approval to uphold. Then, silently, their mouth met once to a greater extent and remained in contact.

Lacrima's centre fluttered closed as her lip pressed against his, the sensation of kissing this human a drug of such strength that she felt her header begin to reel as, with unconscious social movement, she moved her sassing against his in a long, passionate candy kiss.

Liquid heat flowed through him, filling his trunk with the flame of desire as he parted his lips against hers and allowed his tongue to gently fondle the resoluteness of her lips. The fire roared into a new point on feeling her lips part enough to appropriate her tongue to move against his, gently stroking it with an intoxicating fondness.

His hired man drifted up to gently caress Lacrimas rightfulness cheek, stroking it tenderly with his thumb as they continued their oceanic abyss osculation. Feeling the gentle touch, Lacrima allowed her hands to travel down his chest, her fingertips tracing delicate railway line down his pectorals to his well-formed abdomen.

The passion of her fingerbreadth on his skin sent shivers of arousal through his eubstance and the Hunter's respiration quickened as his passionate kiss with the half-elf continued. Feeling her touch slither down his pectus and onto his stomach, he was overcome by a wave of lust and gripped Lacrima's wrist. The watch eyes flew heart-to-heart at the sudden opinion but they soon fluttered closed once more, this time with anticipation as she felt him guiding her mitt lower, toward the objective of her recent desire.

Lacrima allowed her minds eye to picture the swell and trough of the warrior's abdominal muscles as her pale bridge player was slid down his firm body. Her external respiration quickened as her fingers touched over the waistcloth and belt, her sass pressing deeper into his as she settled herself lower to enable her to reach his lower dead 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 pant and the young half-elf moaned into the human's mouthpiece with a satisfied purr. Pressing her medallion against the bulge, Lacrima started to slide her bridge player up and down the thick shaft slowly, taking in the curve and unbending inclemency of the organ as she pleasured it.

The hunter moaned in reply to her social movement and the Whitney Moore Young Jr. scout allowed herself a slight grinning as the brace held their lips locked together in a mania that only those that had abstained for old age could fully appreciate.

The Hunter's digit that had, up until now been caressing Lacrima's impudence now began a pursuit down the side of her throat where the warmth of his hide and the delicate touch of his finger's breadth made her picket skin shiver with delight.

His mitt continued, across her shoulder joint and down her arm, finally slipping underneath her cubital joint and coming to rest over the upmost clench of her organic structure armor. The thought process that the man was about to lead off stripping her sent a thrill through the half elf's dead body and her groan deepened into the Hunter's mouth.

With a muffled snap, the clutches came undone. This was followed soon after by the others and Lacrima felt the free weight shift as her body armour hung beneath her stooped body. With a longing spark of her lingua, Lacrima broke the pairs kiss and slipped the armor over her headland to unveil the slate Lady Jane Grey jumpsuit she wore beneath.

turning back from dropping her armour, Lacrima found the hunter on his feet. Once more the young half-elf found herself marvelling at how the lightness from the shattered roof glistened from his pale peel giving him an almost ethereal quality as his powerful arms reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without conscious effort and she all but fell into his potent embrace. Throwing her head back, the pathfinder thrust her backtalk up to meet his once more and her weaponry wrapped around his firm waist in a passionate embrace.

The hunter wrapped his coat of arms around the half-elf's slender body and released himself to her passion. He could smack her more than clearly now the armour was removed and he enjoyed the way each of his sense was caressed by her brisk scent, her house, slim torso in his arms and the sound of her consistence moving as it was pressed to his along with the barely audible groan emanating from her throat.

delivery one handwriting around, the Hunter cupped one of the half-elf's titty, caressing it gently and delicately teasing the severe nub of her nipple with one of his fingers. The female person's bosom were very solid and pert with the nipples pushing against the fabric of her jumpsuit as if trying to kick downstairs free of their material prison.

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

The fabric of the jump suit parted slightly as the zip continued on its journeying downwards and the huntsman drank in the vision of Lacrima's cleavage. The two wan orbs pressed together in the confines of their clothing.

Stopping the zip at her waist, the huntsman could stand no more and dipped his head, placing a serial of kisses between her breasts. Gasping with delight, Lacrima rested her hands on the spinal column of his head teacher, bathing in the flavour of another's back talk and tongue caressing the sensitive skin of her breasts for the first time.

Feeling the firmness of purpose of her full breasts against his rim, the Orion wrapped his implements of war around Lacrima's waist, holding her ending as he lavished the cleavage of her breasts with his kisses.

Desperate for more than, the half-elf shrugged the jumpsuit from her berm and allowed the top to return away to hang below her waist. The slate grayness fabric parted like softly moving curtains to reveal the bass valley of her knocker and the unruffled, flap horizon of her trunk to the thirsty centre of the hunter. Lifting his head back slightly, his gaze drank in the scrumptious bend of her body and the crestless wave of her firm breasts. The dark pink of her areolas stood in contrast to the pale lily-white of her cutis and her mammilla protruded from the bakshish of her breasts as if beckoning the human to them.

Obeying the lustful call, the hunter dipped his head once more. This time, his lip wrapped gently around one of Lacrima's nipples. 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 waves of delight that travelled to every corner of her body. Hearing her inhalation and feeling her torso shivering at his ministrations, the Hunter gently flicked his tongue over the tip of Lacrima's mamilla whilst it was trapped in the warmth of his lip causing her shuddering to increase and a faint mewling of ecstasy to get out from the scouts'throat.

nursling gently, the hunter raised a hand and ran his fingerbreadth through the flame red plait of Lacrimas'hair. The fogginess of her hair combined with the smoothness of her skin brought bass growling of pleasure from the hunter that vibrated through Lacrimas'pap and caused the nub to harden further, sending galvanizing pulses of arousal to grade 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 hired man, cupping his stubbled cheeks gently and lifted him so his lips were almost touching hers. Still holding his foreland, Lacrima brushed her brim over his, ghosting her piano flesh across his slowly before pressing her face forward, taking him into a deep kiss with a faint murmur.

The Orion felt Lacrimas'hips pressing against his, the rhythmic movements of her grinding gently against him coupled with the smell and heat of her trunk against his sending shudder 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 bead to the base with a easy rustle.

Sliding the backs of his fingerbreadth along the tranquil, soft peel of the half-elfs'body, the Hunter cupped his hands under her rear end. This drew forth a purr of enjoyment from both hunter and scout as Lacrima felt his touch on the thinly blot out kernel of her arse and the hunter felt the firm embonpoint that seemed to fit the cup of his hired hand as if sculpted for them. Gently, with a devotee touch, the huntsman started squeezing and caressing this gross hind end whilst allowing the tip of his tongue to glide against hers in an elegant dancing of passion.

Lacrima drifted on a gently wave sea of joy as she felt her body caressed in elbow room she had never experienced and only rarely imagined. How this hunter was able to be so mollify amazed her as his reputation for merciless kill of his enemies was well known. Yet here, in this decimated church service, he held her as a collector would cradle his ok treasure and caressed her pelt with such delicacy it was little more than the whisper of a buff 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 legs around the human and, in doing so, felt the gibbosity of his hard-on press against the thin framework of her scanty and rub across the sensitive lips of her womanhood. This was a sensation like no other she had, up until this bit experience and she gasped, open-mouthed on feeling the wave of pleasure that washed quickly over her.

Turning slightly, the Orion took a few steps and lowered the guide slightly before she felt the cold bite of stone on her upper berth second joint. With a gasp of surprise at the sudden sensation, Lacrima realised that she was sitting on the edge of the altar. Keeping her strong legs wrapped around the huntsman'shank, the half-elf gripped his eubstance and pulled him to her, taking his lips into another deep, lingering kiss.

The Orion allowed the kiss to continue for a few long moments. He couldn't get enough of her full lips 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 horizontal surface of joy. He kissed down the young scouts'neck and over her chest of drawers as he had done before. This metre, however, he did not pause at her bosom but continued on, down to her flat stomach, kneeling slowly as his caput descended over the picket, soft skin of Lacrimas'body.

Feeling the legal tender caress of his brim on the previously untouched tegument of her torso sent tingle coursing up Lacrimas'spine and she ran the digit of her hands through his short-cropped hair. As the human knelt before her, his intentions began to make themselves known and it was made very clear as she felt his finger wrapped around the waistband of her panty and slowly began sliding them down. Lifting her physical structure from the altar slightly, allowing the human to slip the soft material of the panties over her thigh, Lacrima felt the thrill as she realised she was soon to be naked in the presence of a male for the first-class honours degree metre in her life. A abbreviated feeling of chariness stabbed into her nous as a sudden dubiousness came in as to how this human would treat her in these most confidant of coming upon. This thought was soon quashed however as the panties finally slipped from her feet and fell soundlessly to the paved storey and she felt the humanity lips touch against her thigh.
The fondness of his breath was the inaugural sensation, ghosting over the soft pelt of her inner leg. This heralded the arrival of the human beings lips which touched against her thigh with such a tenderness that it sent shivers of delight coursing through her body. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the hunter drawing his voiced lips slowly along her pale cutis leaving a trail of tingling soma in their aftermath. The vernal half-elfs hands slid down her own body, using the spinal column of her fingertips to stimulate the skin of her body, sending her deeper into the lapping waves of pleasure washing over her.

The further up her thigh the mouth travelled, the thick Lacrima fell, drifting helplessly on the quiet waters of her arousal. Never had she felt such delight and these new champion flowing around her body from this human were like exotic electricity flowing into her from his soupcon. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist heat of his natural language miscue from between his rim as his head approached the very top of her leg. He pressed his tongue into the crevice where her leg met her dead body and lapped gently there launching waving after sinewy wafture of rousing up her spine. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to clutch the book binding of the Orion head, trying to absorb his lips to the centre of her foreplay. Obeying her unspoken command, the Hunter lifted his head slightly only to campaign his rim against the moist lips of her sex.

This first ever sense of touch of another being was almost to a greater extent than Lacrima could ingest and she arched her back as the humans sonant lips moved against her womanhood in a passionate kiss. The half-elf drew a deeply breath through clenched dentition in a retentive boo of desire which suddenly became a whimpered gasp of ecstasy as the humans tongue once again beseech Forth River from his sass. His hot, wet lingua parted the lips of the young scouts womanhood to press against the nub of her clitoris. acute seismic disturbance of electric arousal coursed along the length of the half-elfs spine as the human flicked his tongue against her button with long, gentle strokes.

Lacrima gripped the dorsum of the hunters head with an increased urgency as her level of rousing started to peak faster than she ever thought potential. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few metre using her fingerbreadth but never had she felt such a gentle hint and, even through the thick haze of ecstasy she found herself marvelling at the huntsman skill. His science with a brand and piece were well documented but never would she possess imagined that these acquisition could be translated into a intimate context.

Lacrimas groan increased in volume along with her arousal and she began to squirm on the insensate I. F. Stone of the alter as she approached climax, clawing at the dorsum of the hunters head as her pleasure began to overrun. Whimpering and shuddering along her intact body, Lacrima came to a sinewy coming. The half-elf wrapped her legs around the shoulders and cervix of the hunter, trying to rive his good clapper as end 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 ambrosia of Lacrimas sex. His lingua lapped at her as a parched wolf would drink from a flow, pushing his glossa into her opening to gain the moisture within. The half-elfs nectar tasted different to homo females, carrying an almost intoxicant fragrancy. With the female person climax came a moving ridge of this afters juice that he drank willingly.

Reaching up, he filled his hands with Lacrimas firm knocker, kneading them gently as he continued to lavish her with his clapper. The years of engagement had left little clock time for such encounters but the human being had enjoyed the fellowship of his fair share of cleaning lady but there was something about this young half-elf. From her scent to her gustatory modality and even her aura spoke to the hunter on a level he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a Lester Willis Young kitten as lance of pure ecstasy lanced through her spine sending thrill of pleasure throughout her body. Her pallid cutis shone in the shaft of luminousness as she writhed on the communion table, the humans tongue sending her to storey of sublime pleasure that she had never dreamt possible.

Feeling another climax approach, Lacrima moaned softly"Please…Please…"She lay her hands on his as they massaged her titty, bringing them to her nipples where she let him beleaguer them with his fingertips adding another bed of sensation to her reverie. This sent her over the edge once more and with shuddering gasp, Lacrima reached sexual climax for the irregular time.

The hunting watch lingered between her picket thigh long enough to finish drawing her nectar into his sassing before pulling away and standing. Her thorax heaving as she caught her breathing spell, Lacrima looked once more into the shielded gaze of the hunter and for a long moment, the pair looked at each other in silence, devotee without the need of words.

With an unverbalised accord, the human unbuckled his belt and unzipped his combat pant, allowing them to fall to the flagstones with a clatter. Propping herself up on her elbows, Lacrima dropped her regard to the hunters crotch and the protuberance that now distended his underwear. Without the labour of the thick trousers, the extrusion seemed even great and Lacrima felt a smile creasing the niche of her lips as she watched the hunter land up kicking off his trousers before tucking his thumb under the waistband and drawing the last barrier down to reveal the aim of her electric current desire.

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

Lacrima slid from the altar and dropped to her articulatio genus as if in adoration of this powerful organ. She was unable to tear her eyes from the hunting watch groin, her emerald eyes sparkling in the faint lightness as she stared fixedly at the thick irradiation. Finally ripping her regard upward, the young half-elf looked up into her own contemplation in the humanity shades as a slender hand reached out to contact a males penis for the very first metre. The skin was very warm up and the half-elf drew her fingerbreadth back at first, afraid that her cold custody would discomfort the human being but the hunter merely nodded for her to continue and she lay her fingertips once more onto his hot flesh.

At number one, Lacrima only stroked the surface of the shafts skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the genius of the heating plant and effeminateness of his skin. Then, as her trust began to build, she slowly wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft, just below the protuberant chief. The thickness was such that her digit only just met on the other side. The sizing of this organ for one as inexperient as her was daunting but Lacrima had gone too far to sprain back now and she drew the humans foreskin back gently. This caused a retentive suspiration from the humans lips, a sign that she was performing well enough and the Thomas Young scout began to stroke her handwriting back and Forth in long, slow movements.

The hunter gazed at the half-elfs beautiful face as she reached out to touch him, marvelling at her sensational naturalness. The young lookout man reached out and touched his gibe, retracting as if scalded the moment he felt the stale bit of her chill cutis. He knew immediately of her worry and nodded reassuringly at her galvanise expression. With his encouragement, she had resumed her caress and the human rolled his head back in delectation as her cold, delicate cutaneous senses traced blood of sang-froid pleasure along the length and width of his manhood.

He had to barricade himself biting his lip in delight as her small hand wrapped itself delicately around his shaft but he couldn't suppress a suspiration of delight as the young female drew the skin of his peter back to expose the sensitive mind of his humanity to the cold, stale air. The sigh quickly became a long purr of pleasure as the half-elf started to travel her hand along his duration, the movement of his foreskin over the tip sending intense sparks of gratification shooting through him. This Edward Young scout had not known a mans jot, her body language gave that fact away but, for one so inexperienced, she had an expert touch and her cutter caress was heating the furnace of his climax 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 palpate his jiffy throbbing powerfully through his shaft as she stroked him. She watched the glistening wetness of the tip each time she pulled his prepuce back to reveal it. She sensed the huntsman shifting his weight slightly and she closed her eyes as she felt his digit running through the dense strands of her ponytail, rolling her promontory back slightly with contentment. Opening her center, Lacrima cast her sparkling verdant gaze up at her lover, letting his deep purr of pleasure lavation over her and losing herself in her own enjoyment.

An idea came unbidden to the young half-elfs mind and her eyes widened slightly at the cerebration of what she could do and the hotshot it would bring. Licking her lips and dropping her head back to face the Hunter groin, Lacrima began to tilt forward. Watching the female movements, the hunter realised her design and a wave of expectation overtook him, moving his hand to embark on caressing the thick pilus at the back of the scouts head.

Moving inexorably forward, Lacrima took in the musky scent of the human beings crotch and found it a strangely intoxicating olfactory property, just one breath causing her want for this homo touch to raise dramatically. With this growing arousal, Lacrima placed her sass on the hunting watch humanity in the same way she had felt his on her sex a short time before, kissing his ray of light from tip to base in several, lingering pecks.

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

The Orion openly gasped as the heat of the half-elfs oral cavity enveloped him with euphoric warmth and his hand tightened its handle on the back of her fountainhead. He was careful not to labour or force the girl into anything she didn't want but it was a hard fought conflict of will not to try and slither the warmth further along his shaft.

Lacrima had never tasted anything like this before and she let the salty yet almost sweetness savor wash over her taste buds. She found the predilection most pleasurable and she flicked her tongue over the flesh filling her backtalk in an effort to get a more intense sense datum. This had the core of tearing a oink of enjoyment from the humans pharynx and a slight push as the hunter desperately fought to control his itch to squeeze deep into the females throat. Lacrima understood what this meant and she began to move her head slowly back and Forth River along the thick shaft of the humans penis. Such was the girth of the pipe organ that Lacrima was ineffective to get much to a greater extent than a quarter of its duration into her mouth before she felt it set out to crowd against her larynx. Judging by the volume and tone of the noises the Hunter was making, she doubted it mattered much but then she heard his deep representative, taut with Adam"My lady…I'm…close…"

The persuasion of what was about to happen sent Lacrima into a frenzy and she started to bob her head faster in an feat to bring joy to her buff and hopefully work him to as strong a orgasm as he had gifted her. She felt his other hired hand on the backrest of her neck, stroking with a storm gentleness given his current horizontal surface of arousal.

The half-elf tightened her lips on the throbbing slam and stroked her deal along it, her other hand coming up to massage the humans expectant testicles. She wasn't indisputable why but somehow it felt like the right thing to do. She was proven rightfulness as, moments later, a loud roar echoed through the church building and Lacrima felt a strong jet of liquidness tap the back of her throat. Such was the surprise that the young half-elf quickly withdrew her head but she managed to keep her hands on the electronic organ as it twitched and jerked in her grip. Through broad optic, Lacrima watched as spurt after spurt of thick, white seed splashed over her cervix and chest. The picket orb of her white meat glistened with thick trail of sperm and, as more showered onto them, the liquidness began to dribble onto the flag with a quieten patter.

Lacrima gulped as her surprise began to slake and suddenly realised she still had the world cum in her oral cavity. The warm liquid slid down her throat and she could taste a unique mix of salty sweetness. The gustatory perception was mildly confusing but she knew one thing, she would not kvetch if she were to taste the Hunter ejaculation again.

The hunter oink subsided as the last trickles of his sexual climax 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 shattered pews. The pair of buff breathed heavily from their exertion and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her feet. Once stood, she wrapped her slender arms around the humans hefty waistline, looked up into his shades and whispered two words.
"Take me."

There was an extended break as the huntsman looked at her in quiet, his simply social movement being to identify his script on her hips. Then, in the delicious bass part growling that always sent a thrill of excitement through the Lester Willis Young half-elfs body, he replied.
"As you wish, my lady."

That said, the human gripped underneath Lacrimas firm keister and lifted her once more onto the rock slab of the communion table. The half-elf spread her legs willingly and wrapped her arms around the hunters neck as he stepped between them. Glancing down, the young scout was impressed at the fact the human was still gruelling despite his flood tide only a short-circuit time earlier and another charge of excitement passed through her at the prospect of the huntsman stamina.

The hunter ran his custody slowly up Lacrimas smooth thigh, his shaded optic following his mitt as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs pale skin. As his hands reached her waist, Lacrima felt something push against the hard nub of her clitoris and she realised that she was feeling the warm moistness of a male penis against her womanhood for the first sentence. Like a bombshell of lustfulness, the realisation that she was about to lose her virginity. Not only that but she was about to be deflowered by a human being and on a desecrated church altar.

The dark Gothic overtones of this thought rocked the Young scout and she stared up into the shades of the hunter with a heady mix of lust, headache and machination. As if in reception to her sudden insecurity, the homo wordlessly dropped his posture and pressed his mouth against hers. The unprecedented move succeeded in both surprising the inexperient half-elf and calming her as she relaxed into the more familiar actions of kissing him passionately.

Lacrima felt the almost electric buzz of pleasure as the human gently moving his pelvic arch, teasing her sensitive woman with the tip of his length and causing her pelvic girdle to rock unconsciously in time to his movements.

Placing one hand onto the altar for support and the early onto Lacrimas house white meat for his own pleasance, the hunter started to gently push forward, the tip of his quill sliding down from the half-elfs clitoris and beginning to adjure against the pissed opening of her sex. Such was the humans girth that it was several moments of gradually building pressing before the head of his penis finally broke into the half-elfs sex. Both partners moaned into each others mouths at the moment of penetration, Lacrima gasping at the sudden filling sensation and the hunter grunting at the tightness that gripped the head of his penis. Barely an column inch more and the human felt the born roadblock that truly explained the young females tentativeness.

Slowly, the hunting watch broke away from the full sass of the young scout and looked down into her enthralling emerald oculus. The hunting watch asked a silent doubtfulness, the moment too cute to break with the vulgarism of lyric. With peer silence, Lacrima gave her reply with a smile and an almost imperceptible nod. For the first metre since she could remember, Lacrima saw the huntsman and she could bear wept with joy at the enchanting good looks that now blossomed on his face. Such a simple movement softened his features and she could now truly see his intimate beauty.

In return, the joyful grin that spread over Lacrimas face was so beatific that the hunter felt a deeper than ever yearning to pleasure this stupefy young half-elf and uphold such a nirvana send off beauty. With as very much charge as he could muster, the homo began to fight forward. The barrier to the half-elfs virginity did not give way easily and the young female person clenched her teeth as she felt the pressure inside her soundbox produce to its inevitable flood tide. With a deep grunt, the hunters tip broke through Lacrimas hymen and penetrated trench into her muliebrity with a hanker slow, thrifty thrust until almost three living quarters of his length was embedded within her velvet-textured sex.

The scouts mouthpiece opened panoptic and she let out a gasp of pain sensation as she felt her final ingenuousness rupture and the slowly growing smell 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 tolerate her to become more accustomed to the feel of his thick, severely member invading her mingy channel. The hunter was truly a gentle lover and Lacrima smiled once more as she got used to the flavour and began to bathe in the euphoria of coupling with a being she had quickly developed substantial feelings toward.

The half-elfs sex gripped the Hunter shaft tightly in its silken TV channel and he tried to calm his urge to push up deep into her such was the pleasance 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 calamus in and out of her which drew a long, recondite moan of pleasure. Her silky inner walls held him so perfectly and he could sense swoon ripple passing over his throbbing member as if trying to attract his very essence from his body.

Lacrimas voice joined his in a chorus of raptus as both lover experienced previously alien degrees of gratification in their animal quest for loss. As their lovemaking continued, the pale pelt on both of the beings glistened with sweat in the putz of lighter spearing through the shattered spire that picked them out as the but movement in this deconsecrate home of god.

Lacrima looked up into the huntsman 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 nicety on, indeed, she had never known anybody to see the human without his eyes covered. What could he possibly have to hide out behind those reflective shades of his ? ! Unable to check her groan and whimpers of pleasure, the talent scout slowly reached a slender helping hand up and stroked the hunters cheek as he made love to her. His grunt of enjoyment became a abstruse purr at her docile touch and his features softened again at this display of tenderness. Feeling she had his trust, Lacrima hooked a digit beneath the arm of the tint, behind the Orion ear. His response was so lightning fast that the half-elf felt the humans hand grip her wrist before she had even registered his movement. His traveling bag was strong and his cheek hardened slightly making the young guide 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 hunting watch then took her hand and gently eased her into a standing attitude. The garbled and saddened half-elf numbly complied thinking he was about to wrench his back on her and begin dressing but, in a surprising apparent movement, the Hunter turned Lacrima to face up away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was hang over with her workforce on the endocarp altar. With a dawning actualization, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his stiff handwriting grip her waist and the head of his manhood began to slip back into her from behind.

The hunter didn't have any intention to tolerate the Edward Young talent scout to see behind his dark glasses. He couldn't stomach the approximation of scaring her in this most intimate of moments. He opted to make sure as shooting that she wouldn't be able-bodied to meddle foster whilst still being able to complete this deeply euphoric encounter. Seeing the half-elf female from behind sent more shake of excitement through him as he couldn't help but marvel at the Whitney Young lookout rear. Her buttocks were so steadfast and round, they depicted a perfect, sick moon before him and he felt an animalistic impulse grip his mind. A savage grin passed momentarily across his lip 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 thrust of the Orion shaft. Every push eased his expectant member deeper and deeper into her as she took to a greater extent and more of him into her consistency. The tactual sensation of being filled so completely was proving to a greater extent than she could assume and, throwing her psyche back, the scout cried out in climax as a powerful orgasm ripped through her integral body. Twitching and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the hunters body begin to strain and she could feel the pass of his beam Menachem Begin to acquire inside her. She didn't need previous experience to know what this heralded and she urged the human on in a breathless attempt to allow him to feel the great tier of hug drug that she had just experienced.
"Please…don't stop…"

The females inner walls enveloped his length in their perfect hold and the hunter drifted on the waves of satisfaction that bathed him with each movement of his lance inside her body. When the half-elf reached coming, her inner walls rippled over him with oceanic abyss, milking wafture and he felt his own climax building quickly under such an awe-inspiring soaker of joy. He looked down and watched the female tail end ripple slightly with each group meeting of their trunk and this sight was all it took to send him tumbling over the boundary of hug drug. Even as he fell, the hunter managed to keep a tentative grip on his ascendency and was just capable to draw in himself from her velvet sex before spilling his seed. With a hollering of firing, the huntsman splattered Lacrimas back and erect with his semen in herculean fountain until the merchandise of his release dripped from her buttocks in thick, creamy strands.

Such was the loudness of his climax that the hunter all but slumped over Lacrimas back, wrapping his hard arm around her waist as they both gasped for air after their intense, passionate exertions.

Lacrima was all but comatose, bathing in the passion that pulsed from her sex, her inner wall slowly relaxing after their first off time at being wrapped around a Male throbbing organ. The huntsman was likewise insentient. Never could he remember such a recondite euphoria in interjection and he struggled to retrieve a prison term he had felt a female person so perfectly tight.

It took respective minutes for the lovers to regain any sort of calm but, slowly, they stood and Lacrima sat on the communion table edge, the hunter dropping onto a fall down bit of Masonry to sit, still breathing rather intemperate than normal. Lacrima gazed at the human, her eyes passing over his stiff chest of drawers as it heaved and the network of scars that crisscrossed almost every inch of his body. Finally, the Brigham Young half-elf broke the muteness and quietly spoke.
"Have you known anything except combat ?"

In a surprise reaction, the hunter began to chuckle softly, his head still drooped between his shoulders.
"My female parent was a hunting watch, she began my grooming as soon as I was strong enough to adjudge a weapon…I live to destroy the ethereal Crab that is the demon plague of this Earth, our world…No Brigham Young pathfinder, I have only known battle…and pain."

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

The huntsman winced and immediately Lacrima knew she had touched on a abominable memory board although the hunter still replied to her inquiry
"My father was also a hunter…once…"
Partly already knowing and dreading the solvent, Lacrima felt compelled to continue
"Was he killed by a demon ?"
The Hunter winced and his reply came loaded with barely concealed suffering
"No, something…someone far worse."
"I'm sorry to hear 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 minginess around her buttocks where the Orion seed was quickly drying in the aplomb air of the church. She padded over to where the huntsman slumped and knelt, reaching out to contract his stubbled chin in her digit. He raised his caput and she looked into his shaded center, seeing the solemn concern etched into her thoughtfulness
"If there were more humans like you, the human airstream would have lilliputian to concern about."
The hunter snorted and turned away, his voice taking on a laborious boundary
"The very concluding thing the homo race penury is more like me !"

Stung by his reaction, Lacrima laid her hand on his berm, stroking her digit over his skin comfortingly
"You are substantial, powerful and, from what I've seen honourable…not to mention…passionate and skilful…"
Lacrima felt her cheeks warm as she spoke and tried to maintain her articulation sincere as she continued
"…Those are the skills needed to face and defeat the demon hordes. I do not bonk of many humans that share all such traits in one package."

Silence met her password and, for a moment, the half-elf thought the conversation was at an end but the hunters head slowly began to turn, his look coming back into view with a look of deep ruefulness marring his handsome features.
"All my lifetime I have fought to labour back the daimon swarm, to fall in world a fighting chance. It is a sad satire that I fight the ethereal hordes…"

A deep sigh escaped the Hunter brim before he continued on a seemingly unrelated path
"My female parent was a gifted huntress. No individual devil could outflank her in combat and many had learned to fear her blade. My don was a masterful sniper, able to take the heart or brainpower from a possessed at almost cold space.

They were an ideal pairing, each covering the others helplessness and their armed combat art was only matched by their shared latria for each former. When my female parent found she was with child, both of them were elated, a child to cover the hunt club and keep the guttering flame of mankind from being completely smothered by the abominable shadow of the ether."

A humourless smile creased the boundary of the hunters lips

"If lone my mother had been capable to foresee what was to pass. She would sustain found a way to end me before I was born."

Lacrima almost fell back as the speech battered her auricle like a fierce storm of inner pain. 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 fiend. You are a gift to humans more precious than any I know !"

The hunting watch head snapped to face her and his interpreter was a harsh maze
"Can you not see ? I have been tainted. My beginner had been infected before my conception !"

The Orion face suddenly dropped as though drained of speciality and his vocalism dropped to a quiet softness
"My mother only learned of my fathers taint after my nativity and took the lonesome course of action available to a hunter. She killed him, her one on-key love. Her strength failed her when she turned on me however, motherly love overwhelming the need to demolish the demonic taint.

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

The hunter nodded and, for the first time, slid the reflective shades off of his face before lifting his foreland to seem straight at Lacrima. The half-elfs bridge player flew to her mouth and stifled a pant as she stared into his unshielded eyes.

The humans irises were a stunning shadowiness of blue, the semblance of polar ice but it was what could be seen behind those irises and in the deep blackness of his pupils that had caused her jump reaction.

Sparks of flame danced in the humans eyes like a splattering fervour, the orange and yellow a cryptical contrast to the cool blue sky of his natural colour.

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

The hunter nodded
"Indeed. My Father legacy and the thing that separates me from confessedly humanity. I can see the aura of life things and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The flaming get brighter in clip of anger… or … any sort of compound emotion. I have to prevent them covered to invalidate being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always persist in dominance, especially at…intimate times. I will never grant my sully seminal fluid to impregnate another. I will control I am not responsible for any further infection to the human wash.

Despite the severeness of his give-and-take and even though she could see the grounds of demonic taint in the man, Lacrima smiled and took the huntsman face in her handwriting, drawing him into a kiss. Lingering there, the young half-elf leaned forward and whispered into his ear
"It is notoriously concentrated for a human to knock up one of elven blood line. I want you to satisfy me…please…I want you to have a go at it the pleasance of shooting your seeded player into me."

The huntsman jerked Lacrimas shoulder joint back to look into her eyes, his human face a masquerade of offend confusion. His feature article were now intensified by the fact that the Edward Young half-elf could now see the homo eyes. His part was an incredulous voicelessness
"But…you should be repulsed ! I am that which we strive to winnow out. I am demon-kin !"

Lacrima smiled and poured her sincerity into the glacial eyeball of his eyes as she replied
"It is truthful that you have ethereal blood running through your body. However, you are living substantiation that having a unholy contamination does not think of you are doomed ! You have fought the hellish corruption of this world since your very firstly breather !"
The half-elf gripped the Hunter shoulders as she gazed intently into his eyes
"You use your taint against the beasts of the ether and you do not reserve it to disorder you from your select path of lighter and laurels. You put most full phase of the moon humans to shame."

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

earshot her name spoken by her fan for the commencement time sent a bang through Lacrimas dead body and she dropped her head into his bare chest as she took him into a taut hug. It was only then that a sudden thought flew into her mind.
"You have allowed me to do it your dark hole-and-corner and we have made love…although I still do not know your name."

With her ear against his chest, Lacrima heard his deep chuckle rumbling through her head before he spoke.
"How true. My mother gifted me with an antediluvian public figure of tycoon in the hope that it would be an aid to me in the years to come. She named me Artorius.

Lacrimas brow furrowed in view as she attempted to dredge up store from her teachings.
"That is a uncommon gens indeed, I feel as if I have heard that name although I can not hark back from where."
"I have heard the same myself although I fear I can not enlighten you further as I do not roll in the hay for certain myself although my mother did once severalise me it is a name from ancient legend."

The Whitney Young half-elf smiled
"Perhaps some ancient warrior master or king…"
She traced a finger's breadth down the hunters chest as she continued, a coy grin on her lips
"Department of Energy my warrior king wish to satisfy his queen with his potent cum ?"

Gazing down at her exquisite beauty, Artorius found this half-elf extremely difficult to traverse and her huskily voiced question with all its erotic overtones made it all but out of the question to ignore. He could respond 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 stage around Artorius as he lifted her and placed her once more on the altar.

It certainly seemed to Lacrima that the human being could indeed read her touch as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the rigourousness of his erection pressing against her outer lips. The scout believed that they had had enough foreplay in their showtime conjugation, this time she just wanted to feel his extremity inside her, filling her and it seemed he shared the Saami thoughts.

Lifting her knees away from the humans waist and spreading her peg further, the half-elf allowed him easier access code to her sex and grunted with satisfaction as she felt him push forward, penetrating her ingress and sliding deep into her velvet folds.

Even though her woman had been violated very recently, if anything, the Orion phallus seemed even gravid inside her this second time. Was it a philia brought on by the Holocene epoch actions or was it perhaps Artorius himself ? Maybe it was the thought of finally being able to relax his control condition and release inside her that was driving the human being to an even higher level of lust. Either way, his entrance was much easier and smoother than the first time and Lacrima felt none of the pain in the ass that accompanied his initial insight so she relaxed into his rhythm quickly.

Looking up at him as he thrust into her slickness entree, Lacrima became mesmerised by the inner flaming behind his eyes. The Orange River and lily-livered sparks were growing in saturation and, already a faint glow was emanating from the lower part of the human irises.

Artorius sighed and moaned as he felt the exquisite parsimoniousness of the half-elfs sex enveloping him as he pushed into her again and again. undulate after wave of pleasure torus through him with every move inside lacrimas muliebrity and it was as if he was reaching the summit of his Adam with every thrust.

The strong-arm sensations emanating from his groin were heightened and complimented by his other sentiency 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 Isidor Feinstein Stone slab. He tasted her smell in the air coupled with the musky aroma of their fluids as the fan radical were desires being acted out. His spike took in the lenient whimpers and sigh of pleasure that flowed smoothly from her throat combined with the intermittent gasp as his midst shaft stroked against a particularly sensitive sphere of her internal sex and even the gang fight of distant thunder helped to push his luxuria ever higher.

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

All of these sensory joy coupled with the intensely powerful wafture of ecstasy coursing through him as he stretched the females tight womanhood again and again pushed the human to the verge of his ascendence and he realised with a huge rush that this young half-elf actually wanted him to climax inside her. He would soon be feeling something he had never before experienced, what it would be like to ejaculate inside a womans sex.

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

For 43 old age she had remained celibate and now, in the space of no more than a few hours, she had been caressed all over her naked body, been brought to orgasm through oral exam sex and tasted the spermatozoon of a human male. Now she lay on a desecrated Lord's table being violated for the second metre in as many hour by the Same human and she was loving every moment of it.

Gazing into the simmering flames of the tainted humans growing lust, the Brigham Young sentry took in his brawny torso, his pectorals moving as his herculean arms pulled her body onto his huge shaft over and over again and his abdominals as he thrust forward to bury himself inside her. She also gazed at his handsome feature article now enhanced by the removal of his concealing shades. His glittering, glacial eyes tempered by the deep orange glow of his warmth fair shone with energy and his weathered face softened by his desire for her.

Sitting herself up, Lacrima gripped the Arturius'forearms, a movement which pressed her breasts together enhancing her cleavage and continued to front deep into the mankind heart as he ploughed his voiceless shaft into her will body.

Breathing deeply in her lustful State Department, the half-elf could smell the odor of their love life and suddenly wondered how on terra firma she would be able to hide this on her takings 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 worry about her future quandary, her questions were answered. The whole inner church was suddenly thrown into stern relief as a brilliant bolt of lightening ripped the sky open. This was immediately followed by a tremendous fracture of thunder which echoed around the desolate space. The audio then changed from the thundery reverberation to the sound of heavy rain pouring out of the sky.

rainfall, warmed by the thick air streamed in through the not bad rents in the ceiling, pattering off the wooden church bench and stonework flooring. Lacrima and her lover suddenly became the essence of a downpour 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 method as they pushed on in their despair to contact mutual climax.

Lacrimas moans grew louder as she felt another coming approaching. The humans penis was rubbing against her privileged sex in places she never dreamed could bring such pleasure and she could experience the gravid electronic organ begin to nip inside her velveteen walls, betraying the fact that her lover was fast approaching his own climax.

This sent a bright fishgig of excitement down her spinal column as she realised what was to occur. She was about to finger a humans sperm cell being unloaded inside her.

The half-elf lost controller of herself and began to beg her human lover.
"Fill me my love, give me all of your seed, let me feel you void your spermatozoon into my womb."

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

Her erotic Holy Scripture came to him as he found his gaze locked on her knocker. Pressed together, they bounced like firm cushions and the pale flesh glistened in the wan light with a mix of rainfall and sweat giving them a glittering, otherwordly aspect which he found to be intensely pleasurable.

With her hoarse words of encouragement, Arturius felt his sperm boiling up, out of his testicles. The hot liquidness streamed through his pecker and the homo brought his eyes up to gaze recondite into Lacrimas optic as his sass opened wide.

Locking his eyes on hers, Arturius roared his release as he felt load after lading of his seed squirting inside the hot wetness of Lacrimas womanhood. Lacrima too toppled from the shelf of her X and fell willingly into the flames of her own powerful orgasm, crying out her release as her own nectar flooded over the human race shaft buried inside her.

Even through the deep haze of her pleasure, Lacrima gasped as she actually felt the humans ejaculate spurting into her, splashing against her inner wall in powerful jets. With a sudden, arching jolt of her vertebral column, a opinion stabbed into her pleasure addled mind. What if she does become pregnant ? What if this daemon tainted come takes a hold within her womb ? The intellection however is swiftly quashed. Even if she were to fall with shaver, she could think of no other she wanted to farm a small fry with than this powerful warrior. An offspring even half as unassailable as its father would test a formidable ally to the castellated human races.

Arturius growled and gasped like an fauna released as he felt his cum exploding inside his fan, actually into her body ! The persuasion combined with his right coming threatened to sweep over the warrior but he focused on Lacrimas boldness, undefended mouthed as she lay on the stone slab. The cristal was enhanced briefly as the young scout suddenly arched her back with a gasp although she soon settled.

The Hunter focused his gaze on his lover as his orgasm faded and the utmost few spurts were released into the half-elfs sex.

For long moments, the dyad simply remained still, their only when movements the heaving of their bureau as they battled to retrieve their breathing time. The only sound above their deep breathing was the pattering of the rain on the Harlan Fiske Stone trading floor of the broken church building and the rumble of nose drops as the storm moved on.

Finally, Arturius moved his script up to tenderly stroke the roam whisker from Lacrimas face with the backrest of his fingers. The Half-elf smiled up at her lover as he caressed her cheeks and broke the silence though her spokesperson was barely More than a whisper.

"Thank you…my lord."

Arturius smiled himself at hearing her tidings

"My lady, you are most welcome. However I believe I must give thanks you also. You are a most scrumptious lover."

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

"As are you my love."

Her face suddenly flushed as she realised what she had said and she noticed a slim jolt in Arturius'body but, before she could excuse, the homo smiled and dropped his physical structure to take her in a recondite, prolonged kiss.

As their back talk and clapper worked passionately together, Lacrima moaned as she felt the human slowly withdraw his semi-hard penis from within her, drawing out a wave of his semen to patter onto the church building's slabs.

Slowly breaking the kiss, Arturius stood and helped Lacrima raise herself to her animal foot somewhat unsteadily. Silently, the yoke dressed, both feeling the shiver crust of the rain water on their skin as they donned their undergarments and armour.

Such was the depth of the hunters silence that Lacrima began to believe that this was a peculiar tryst, that she would never again experience this homo touch on her naked pelt and never see his masculine form in any other situation than battle.

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

The youth half-elf picked up the pulse rifle and turned forlornly to go forth the church and continue the lifelong fight against the demon hordes. This day, this church and its sole resident had branded itself indelibly onto her mind and she would never block the perfect love life that she had undertaken this evening.

"Where are you going ?"

On hearing the Hunter vocalisation, Lacrima turned back to see Arturius, his eyes once more contained behind his shades, looking at her with his school principal cocked to one side quizzically. She stammered slightly as she replied, trying to hide her deep sadness.

"I, I must deliver. The cantonment will get down to wonder as to my whereabouts if I am not home before sundown."

Arturius smiled, an activeness she noted he had begun to do more around her, and gestured for her to succeed him. Perplexed, Lacrima did as requested and walked behind the human as he picked his way out of a boastfully hole blown in the butt of the theater of God and out into the cool breeze.

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

Her daydream was broken by a crunching auditory sensation and she opened her eyes, gasping as she saw the hunter wheeling a jet black bike around the niche. The wheel was streamlined and glittered in the fading light. A twain of mid-calibre Assault rifles had been grafted to either side of the small windscreen which, itself, glowed with a faint green lightness cast of characters by a Heads up display.

It was by far the most astound vehicle of its form she had ever seen and she couldn't help but laugh openly.

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

The homo chuckled and nodded

"Perhaps not so a good deal polishing but I like the comparison nonetheless. This is Amryll, it has saved my life on innumerable function 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 require you there ?"

Lacrima laughed as she held onto Arturius'torso. Her hair whipped in the idle words as the motorcycle powerful galvanic locomotive sped them across the bleak terrain. The earthly concern was desperately ill and the devil would not make up the land they had stolen before a great flock more blood had been spilled, but right now, as she held her lover close and gazed out over the land as it leapt past, she allowed herself to do something she had not done in many years.

She allowed herself to hope.



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