Orion & PREY

Lacrima picked her way through the rubble and debris of the broken Town. Barely a few months before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a net outstation of the dwindling human race. Now it lay decimated, open to the cutting skies like an eviscerated corpse.
The half-elf scouted the area alone, checking for signs of animation or, more importantly, house of hellish infestation. Her sharp eyes scanned the ruins of each building intently, the deep cat valium of her fleur-de-lis glittering in the fading light like emeralds on an ornate swords hilt.

She wore the monetary standard upshot ticket grey jumpsuit and lightlessness dead body armour that designated her as a soldier in the Terran insurrection corps. Being a lookout, Lacrima carried a more compact version pulsation rifle and the jumpsuit was a tighter fit to allow almost dumb bm. The thick Charles Grey material clung to her slim, lithe dead body, rippling as her powerful leg heftiness propelled her through the terrain like a prowling feline on the James Henry Leigh Hunt for prey.

Lacrima moved stealthily, her longsighted years of training and combat experience making her bowel movement fluid, almost felid. Her slender figure stalked the fantasm, a wraith in search of prey on a desolate landscape. A light gentle wind ghosted through the empty streets like the last, racking breather of a dying man and it stirred the rich auburn hair that hung in loose Robert Floyd Curl Jr. down Lacrimas back in a long ponytail that reached midway down her shoulders.

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

Lacrima approached the once great chief entering to the church service, gaping encompassing undetermined like a deep wound. Its doorway had been ripped from their hinges and used as woodwind instrument to burn the few that had survived the demon attack in a funeral pyre to their fell Divine. Lacrimas nose wrinkled as an offensive feel reached her nostril and she was sure she could still smell the burning flesh of those unfortunate as she entered the doorstep of the church, the stink forever tainting the very air that twisted and eddied in the spark breeze.

The young half-elf darted into the once holy place place and began her search of the desolate interior place when she froze suddenly. Her acutely eyes had spotted movement and she knelt silently behind the splinter remains of a pew to observe the scene before her with a gumption of wonderment.

The one known as the hunter was knelt beside the church altar. He was knelt in a pool of light that was cast through the shattered remains of a large tarnish chalk window. The human had stripped his key signature leather greatcoat and black-market body armour to expose his upper torso. The warriors skin was sick, a common sign of those that lived under the burned sky that now hung over the human beings diseased landscape and his body was coated in a thin lustre of sweat that glittered in the vaguely fragmented ray of luminance. Lacrimas skin tonicity was penny-pinching to that of her Elven kin making it paler still than even this huntsman and this emphasised the lentigo on her olfactory organ and upper cheeks and the Young half-elf felt the warmth of a faint blush which she knew would only reach them stand out even more. The Orion had his right arm rested on a broken 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 muscles flexed and bulged with pain as the needle pierced his form and, although the scenery before her was gruesome, Lacrima could not help but determine a sealed joy from seeing this half naked human.

At 43 twelvemonth old, Lacrima was considered a young adult within her race, the equivalent of a human being girl just out of her adolescent. This combined with the near constant preparation and battle meant that Lacrima had never had metre to think much about Male and she had never touched a Male physical structure except for when she was sparring or treating wounding. Now, crouched silently in her hiding place, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The mans physical structure was in get physical condition, his rippling tummy and gravid arm muscles sending unfamiliar quiver of delight through the half-elf's slender body.

Despite her combat senses screaming in dissent, the young soldier felt compelled to be active closer and, breaking cover song at a crouch, she silently, crept closer to the hunter as a moth would draw close to a bright flame. She could not explain her excitement or the want to approach but somehow, she just wanted to be unaired to him and to stare upon his from with good detail.

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors motility in punter detail and stifled a grin as she realised he was evidently not a trained medic. The Orion stitches were nifty and tight but he was moving at a dim and moot pace as one with knowledge but little experience would do. He had obviously read or seen how to perform field medication but had not had much practice session and it was made infinitely harder by having to perform it on himself.

Such was Lacrima's tending to the muscled homo that she momentarily forgot the educational activity of stealth and accidently kicked a pocket-sized firearm of fallen masonry, sending it skittering across the marbled floor. The hunter's response was immediate and lightning fast. armed combat reflexes that had been honed over countless battle snapped his hand down to the nearest arm, a pistol that had lay out of Lacrima's good deal, behind the rock 'n' roll on which he had rested his injured arm and brought the sidearm up to luff at the origin of the audio."show yourself."This was the first clock time Lacrima had ever heard the homo speak and she was taken aback as to how trench and resonant it was, echoing around the desolate church in commanding, bass waves.

The half-elf intruder did not move from her office hidden behind a Bench, frozen like a panicky rabbit in a set of acute, masculine headlights. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the demon hunters'weapon was aimed directly at her. The Orion's voice sounded once more than, this time dropping to a dangerously tranquility stratum that nevertheless carried a heavy smell of malevolence."I know you skulk in the shadows, now ill-use where I can see you or I will send out you back to the cursed spawning pit that birthed you."

Slowly, as if afraid that she would be shot at the slightest campaign, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched locating behind a shattered pew and stood, head bowed slightly like a schoolhouse child caught by a tutor. retentive minute passed as the hunter appeared to study her silently from beneath the gunmetal shadowiness that he was never seen without. Lacrima felt a sudden chill and a sense of bareness passed like a frisson down her spine. It was as if the homo was looking through her, seeing past her physical form to meditate her inner being. This highly uncomfortable smell was only accented by the mickle of the pistol that was pointed at her head.

After what was likely only a mo but, what felt like an age to Lacrima, the hunter stood and descended the steps from the altars dais, onto the smutty marble of the Christian church main floor. His movements were slow but fluid, resembling a marauder approaching its target. Despite the obvious danger to her person, Lacrima could not serve but notice his build. The man was easily close to six feet tall and she was drawn to the way the directional light from the broken window shimmered from his picket skin and threw the musculature of his body into an ever changing landscape of light and tail. The side arm never once strayed from Lacrima, true cogent evidence of this huntsman soldierly art.

The Hunter approached Lacrima in silence and the half-elf felt ineffectual to actuate or speak, somehow held in a trance by this human. All she could do was stand and await her fate, her emerald middle watching the now dim light reflect from his naked upper body which seemed to accent his already impressive musculature, and question why she felt such conflicting emotions of fright and another, more obnubilate feeling…was it desire ? !

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

As he approached this intruder, the hunter appraised the potential threat. It was certainly man or of a humanoid subspecies. It wore the uniform of a rebel spotter and was female judging by the way the armor had been shaped around the chest area.
As he got closer, he could make out More details and he began to think this was no attacker. The being stood before him was a half-elf, one of the new subspecies that had emerged after the initial demon invasion of Terra. This specimen was around median superlative for one of her race, around 5'6"and slender. Her pilus was a spectacular shade of red, pulled back in a wet ponytail although a few stray strands framed her almost ghostly pale face. With a cold-shoulder flush of realisation, the human being came to note that this accentuated the female person already considerable sweetheart.

near half-elves took on the elegant, sharp feature of speech of their elven parent but this one had much softer facial lineament. The almost translucent pale skin of her slender boldness had a healthy, porcelain smoothness and was broken only by a set of lentigo that ran across her face and small, release nose. Her luff ears and full-of-the-moon, blanch mouth gave her an exotic, alluring facet, greatly accented by her slanted greens eyes and it was into these emerald orbs that the hunter found himself gazing. The females heart glittered with an DOE and intelligence that he had rarely encountered and the human felt long repressed feel stirring trench within his mind.

Lacrima saw faint confusedness flickering over the humanity face in his eyebrow and lips and she wondered what must be going on in the hunters mind. So preoccupied was she with this twist of issue coupled with her own broken emotions that she almost jumped out of her skin when the warrior wheel spoke again.
"What brings you to this area soldier ?"

The hunters voice still carried an almost ingrained air of authority but the scout could detect a warming of his flavour and she attempted to cover her fear by throwing a head covering of self-confidence over her fluster state. Squaring her shoulders, she stood before the human, and fixed him with what she hoped was a nonchalant glare.
"The Lapp could be asked of you sir."
Her statement met silence and the new sentinel decided to go on
"A act of lookout man have been sent from frontier settlement Dacorum Theta to assess if this field is safety for rehabilitation. The demons appear to have slaked their thirst for blood here and moved on."

The hunting watch nodded slightly but said nothing and Lacrima was left with the uneasy sense that he was analysing everything she said, searching for any falsity. silence ensued as the two seemed to tax each other. In the heavy silence, Lacrima found her regard meandering over the muscular body of the hunter and she felt very strange stirring within her, it certainly felt like desire but why ? She had only ever seen this human from a space and never spoken to him so why should she feel anything but curiosity for this lone demon stalker.

As she tried to force her way of life of cerebration onto a different track, her green optic settled on his wounded arm. The Half-Elf had heard many a rumour about this human, he was a loner and slight was truly known of his setting or intention. All that was really known was his ability and desire to destruct demons wherever he encountered them. This is my chance perhaps, Lacrima thought to herself. Perhaps I could get hold out more about this human and devise a report back to the council. The insurrection council were extremely interested as to how one man could subsist so long in the Wilderness and cursed plains. Any entropy she could gleam from him could prove lively for future plans.

After taking a few, calming hint, the half-elf softened her face slightly, taking on what she hoped was a convincing masque of a occupy face. Lacrima then adopted a quieter, well-disposed tone as she addressed the hunter once more.
"Your wound looks mysterious, would you like to see one of our healer ? It is not a smashing distance to Dacorum…"
There was a bit hesitation as, suddenly, an image flashed into her minds eye of her pocket-sized hands stroking the naked skin of the muscular humans arm her sick hand on the smooth, ardent flesh as it glittered in a pond of Christ Within. She could almost finger the soundness of his muscle on her fingertips. The reckless rush of pedigree to her impertinence caught Lacrima off safety device and it took effort not to gasp with surprisal. Quickly trying to re-centre her thoughts, Lacrima managed to stay on unsteadily.
"..Or…perhaps…allow me to help you ?"

An awkward secrecy followed with the Orion remaining unchanging as if he hadn't even heard the young scouts'words. The interruption allowed Lacrimas head to run riot with images of her touching this pale, muscular limb. Her tegument tingled as her mind tried to play what this warriors body would sense like to her delicate touch and this sent an intense flood of emotions through the young half-elf forcing her to draw on her inner strength in a desperate attempt to not swag back from the mental onslaught. Such was the volume of the images, Lacrima found herself panting faintly and, with a sudden stab of actualisation, she knew she was blushing deeply.

Dim light that filtered through the ruined windows and open ceiling, catching the reflective surfaces of the huntsman shades. The human stood before the sentinel like a statue of antediluvian times. I marble carven warrior Billie Jean King, stripped to the waist and struggle scarred. The poetical imaging did null to assist Lacrimas perturbed state and, when the hunter finally did speak, even his repose tone caused her to leap out in surprise at the sudden shattering of silence.
"No, no healers."
Another suddenly break and this time, the electrical shock had sharpened the new guide dope and she could notice a feint note of confusion on the hunters stoic features. Was he thinking similar thought of her ? ! His head flicked to face down at his combat injury and he brought his arm up to allow skinny inspection.

Lacrima was transfixed by the effort. Rarely had she seen such a beautifully masculine branch. Whilst being well muscled, it was not over-built and unsightly. Each muscle moved and bunched with smooth command as the hunting watch flexed them, testing the profoundness of the wounding and even the wince of pain as he moved damaged tissue wasn't adequate to halt the half-elf's reverie.

After a few moment, the huntsman came to a decision and lowered his arm, fixing the Brigham Young female in his gaze once more and Lacrima hoped she didn't look as flustered as she felt. The hunter wheel spoke and, for the first clock time since their meeting several minutes before, she detected a notation of forgivingness in his voice. It was very feint but it was there nonetheless.
"It may demonstrate useful if you could aid me. You are trained in field of operation medicinal drug ?"

Lacrima nodded dumbly, unable to work words and hoped it would be enough. After a long import, the hunter nodded in return key, a tardily, brusque movement and turned away from her, heading toward the dais steps.
Taking this as a understood invitation to come after, Lacrima fell in rear end. As she walked, Lacrima allowed her gaze to range a little more freely over the mankind back now she didn't feel like her every thought was being scrutinised by his acute stare. The human had virtually no fat on his organic structure which allowed Lacrima to see the musculature of his rachis. She watched the small muscular tissue around his spine sliding back and forth with his pace and the expectant, impressive muscular tissue of his shoulders as his subdivision swayed at his face. The watch looked over his figure and felt a warmth in the root word of her stomach as her centre took in his thin shank and all-inclusive shoulders. This truly was an excellent specimen of maleness. The only if affair marring the image was the state of the human's hide. His rear was a latticework of scars, nearly healed but a few stood out an angry red likely making them fresher and Lacrima found herself building a new point of respect and wonder for this lone warrior. She would receive to ask for more about these wounding when the prison term develop.

Mounting the whole tone to the altar plinth, the hunter led the half-elf to the position she had first encountered him beside the keen, stone slab. There she found the humans armour and equipment laid out in almost perfectly straightaway bank line, not a single item out of spot. The young lookout man stifled a giggle on seeing such tidiness. She had no mind a warrior of such stature and obvious acquirement also lived a biography burdened with Oppressive Compulsive disorder !

"Something amuses you ?"
Startled, Lacrima snapped her head up and realised with a start that she was once more in the homo shaded gaze. She had had no melodic theme she had been smiling outwardly and took on a sheeplike expression.
"My apologies sir, I meant no offence. It is just not often I encounter a male with such…order."
A pause ensued and the Whitney Young scouts heart dropped as she feared she had annoyed the hunter and blown any chance for knowledge. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her heart sing. For the commencement time since their confluence, the hunting watch smiled. It was a brief curling of the lips accompanied by a quickly exhalation resembling a snort of entertainment but it was enough to bring a beaming grin the female's mouth.
"Indeed my lady. My mother taught me well to organise myself in all things. An organised mind is a powerful arm in battle she used to tell me."
The smile dropped from Lacrimas face at the warrior's use of past tense
"Your mother…she is ..."
"Dead. Yes."

Those speech spoken, the huntsman 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 trend gave grounds that his female parent death was a sore subject which was understandable. nonentity could select such an event without smashing sorrow but there was something about the stiffness of his turn and the look that flashed across his case before doing so that made the scout think that there was to a greater extent to it than raw causal agent. She would perhaps broach the subject when she had gained More of his trust.

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

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved helping hand felt the firmness of his muscles before the console heating of his organic structure penetrated through, heightening what the lookout now realised was her arousal. Again, confusion rose in her judgement as she tried to fathom how she could be having flavor like this, everything was wrong. These were smell that she had never experienced before, this was a man she had never met until today, in a place that had, barely a few weeks before been a charnel house of blood and decimation. In an attempt to guide her creative thinker off her tingling miserable regions, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A trench laceration ran down a good length of the huntsman upper arm, almost perfectly slicing between his bicep and brachialis musculus. The rip was ragged which made it unlikely that it was a blade or sharp object that had done the harm and even through the warmth of her ablaze State Department, a chill ran down Lacrima's backbone at the deepness of the rip and she knew this must be causing a huge total of hurting to the human being despite his outwardly calm Department of State. She looked up quizzically
"How did this happen ? It is a truly foul wound."
The hunter uttered a exclusive word that made the Edward Young female bite her lower lip with veneration and concern
"Daxzkepyl."
The password repeated in Lacrima's intellect, Daxzkepyl, an ship's officer in the demonic USA. This type of policeman was a terrible uniting of man and crustacean, his main weapon being a huge, armour plated claw that resembled that of a lobster or pubic louse. To take down one of these abhorrence was difficult for a squad of soul, 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 hard and not before causing me this."
The hunter gestured angrily at the open wound as if such a beast didn't deserve to be able to do one such as him pain. Lacrima wondered at this warrior's Martial prowess and made a vow to herself to try and learn as often as possible about the engagement. It would likely incorporate a riches of baksheesh on how to take on the demons.

Examining the rive flesh closer, Lacrima made for certain the wound was light and then checked the huntsman's stitching.
"sewing up a lesion 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 deal him properly and looked over his aesculapian supplies, nodding slowly as she ran through the operation out loud.
"Your med kit is well stock sir. By the flavour of it you have started well, injecting the blood-flow inhibiter to slacken haemorrhage and, judging by the torn packaging, you have well sanitised the area."
Trying to relieve the humor and thinking he had begun to relax, Lacrima grinned
"You'll not constitute a modiste I'm afraid judgement by the quality of your stitching though."
This comment was rewarded with a grunt of gaiety and a smile that completely changed the hunting watch's brass. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually stern characteristic changed so completely into a fogginess that melted her heart. This was a man that had known happiness once and that made it all the spoilt that one such as him had to eek out an existence in such a desert environment.

Smiling herself, Lacrima took up the hunter's arm once more, relishing the skin to struggle contact lens and gently lay it on her human knee so she could begin stitching properly. As gently as she could, the sentinel started to sew up the deep tear. Her preparation did her proud and the Whitney Moore Young Jr. scout deftly placed small stitches over the wound, drawing the two halves of flesh together. After a few stitches, she looked up and saw that the hunting watch winced ever so slightly every time she pushed the needle though his physical body and her face fell in shock as realisation dawned.
"You haven't used any anaesthetic ? !"
The hunter shook his straits 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 intend ?"
"When you have seen the twisted agony of a possessed humans face as his consistency is re-structured from the interior, you quickly learn to value that sprightliness isn't all bad. Pain keeps me sharp."
Lacrima shook her head with a smirk
"I do not understand your system of logic sir for I have not seen such a thing and have no wish to. I for one will not rest until the very slim unholy taint is cleansed from our earth."
"Oh really ?"
The tone of the Orion's voice caused Lacrima to look up from her body of work and she saw an odd reflexion drift over his font like a passing breeze of ill content. This concerned her and she decided to press further, hoping she wasn't overstepping the mark.
"Is that not what you wish for ? A world free of these execration ?"
After a moment, the hunting watch began to nod slowly
"Indeed, freeing this domain of the hell spawn is of big importance to me. As to removing the mere taint…I think that will prove harder than you think young scout."
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the fill in heart of the human being
"Please, foretell me Lacrima."
"Lacrima, that is a pleasant name…for a pleasant girl."
The Word of God caused the half-elf to beam openly as she tied up the last stitch.
"Why, good sir, I do think you are flirting with me."
Suddenly, the hunter snatched his arm away from Lacrimas lap, turning his back on her.
"You are misidentify young Scout. You would do well to keep your distance from me. citizenry that get too close have a habit of dying."
Lacrima controlled her traumatise surprise and reached out to lay a comforting hand on the hunter's shoulder joint. She wanted to keep 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 naught to you dead. Besides, you would not wish to fuck me !"
The violence of the hunter's tone shocked Lacrima and she felt a knife thrust of hurt pridefulness at his assumptions but she attempted to keep a soothing tier to her voice
"I am well trained and have combat experience, I can handle myself well. And I would very much like to jazz you better my lord."

Lacrima stopped suddenly. She had had no aim of uttering those words and she felt suddenly bashful at her outburst. She could experience the hunter's breathing deepen in the movements of his shoulder joint underneath her hand and a sudden moving ridge of desire washed through her, causing her to gently lay her free hand on his other shoulder in what she hoped was a tranquillize way, hoping desperately to keep him close, to palpate him.
"I do not claim to know anything of your background or lifestyle my lord but I would dearly like for you to tell me of it."
As she spoke, Lacrima realised her hands had begun to unconsciously massage the warrior's articulatio humeri. She also noticed he had not complained so she decided to continue.

The half-elf's small hands moved delicately over the hunter's articulatio humeri, squeezing the bunched brawn and straightening them with gentle squeeze play of her fingerbreadth. The apparent motion over the warm, firm flesh brought a new wave of arousal to the unseasoned female and she felt the area between her pegleg 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 make himself more comfortable. Taking the opportunity, Lacrima slid forward on her knee so she could be airless to this masculine human.

Pressing her armoured body to his spine, the half-elf John Drew a bass breathing space, taking in the scent of the Hunter and noting the subtle modification in his aroma. The musk she had smelled before was more outstanding and it was now overlaid with a tart scent. Was he becoming aroused also ?

The mentation drew scene of a wholly more sordid nature in Lacrimas minds eye and she felt the heat in her impertinence intensify. Also, the tingle in her loins had given way to a wetness that she now felt between her legs. Her mind raced ‘ Oh noble, 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 delight him ?'

The young Lacrimas promontory swum with possibleness and lust began to swamp her judgement like a hanker held back tide. Shifting herself up, straightening her kneeling pegleg, Lacrima raised herself so she could see over his shoulder, the whole meter her hands servicing his now relaxing berm. A humble purr drifted from the back of the huntsman's throat which Lacrima felt through the material body of his shoulder and this spurred her on to risk a forestall glance. Craning her cervix slightly, Lacrima peered over the hunter's shoulder, hoping he wouldn't detect what she was doing and focused her regard on the human's crotch. The sight that beheld her caused her jaw to drop.

Her lust-filled effigy had pictured a bombastic member but the protrusion that distended the melanize leather of the hunting watch's combat breech hinted at an organ that was impressive even for one of his meridian and stature.

It had been a retentive time since he had felt female person hands on his flesh and it was likely he had never felt such a dextrous touch. This half-elf was not only a skilled sentinel - for what other reason would the insurrection allow her to go out alone - but she had a touch that was both fragile and yet, somehow firm.

Her small-scale work force caressed the knobbed muscle system of his shoulders with almost inerrable accuracy, seeking out and straightening the muscles bunched and taught from recollective month of fighting.

Such was the affectionateness and feel of her speck that the warrior felt a subtle warmth spreading in his loins that he had long dismissed as obsolete. Just then, he felt the cool off pressure of her armored white meat against his back as the untested female person pressed her organic structure finisher to his. This striking, combined with the diffuse, ghosting flow of her fond breathing place against his right wing shoulder sent waves of pleasure straight to his groin and he felt recollective forgotten needs stirring deep within.

He heard a soft gasp from his right hand and angled his head teacher slightly to glance over at the female'pretty face. The half-elf was biting her lip, a tone that only served to enhance her already considerable beauty and the hunter felt his consistency flush with heat as his lust for this untried female began to blossom.

At that stop, Lacrima felt eyes upon her and turned her head to see into the hunter'shaded gaze. The two held that look for respective import, held still in the unending space-time continuum of blossoming desire.

As one, the pass of the human being and half-elf began a tardily, inexorable apparent movement toward each others. Their sass parted slightly as they neared until, with a frail slowness, the two pairs finally met for a abbreviated second before parting again.

The huntsman's shades hid his oculus but Lacrima could feel the raw luxuria emanating from him as her emerald regard drank in his strong feature of speech and stubbled jaw. She knew full well that his concupiscent intentions were only matched by her own and she looked into the lens of the eye with a blazing desire. The duet held each others gaze a poor time longer, each waiting for the others unverbalised blessing to continue. Then, silently, their lips met once to a greater extent and remained in contact.

Lacrima's eyes fluttered closed as her lip pressed against his, the sensation of kissing this human a drug of such strength that she felt her head start to spin out as, with unconscious front, she moved her back talk against his in a long, passionate osculation.

Liquid rut flowed through him, filling his consistence with the flames of desire as he parted his mouth against hers and allowed his spit to gently fondle the firmness of her lips. The flames roared into a new stage on feeling her lips character enough to appropriate her tongue to incite against his, gently stroking it with an intoxicating tenderness.

His hand drifted up to gently fondle Lacrimas right cheek, stroking it tenderly with his quarter round as they continued their cryptical kiss. Feeling the appease sense of touch, Lacrima allowed her hands to travel down his chest of drawers, her fingertips tracing delicate lines down his pectorals to his grammatical abdomen.

The warmth of her fingers on his cutis sent shivers of foreplay through his body and the huntsman's breathing quickened as his passionate candy kiss with the half-elf continued. Feeling her ghost slither down his chest and onto his venter, he was overcome by a wave of lust and gripped Lacrima's wrist joint. The sentinel middle flew clear at the sudden tone but they soon fluttered closed once more, this time with anticipation as she felt him guiding her hired man lower, toward the objective of her recent desire.

Lacrima allowed her thinker eye to picture the swell and gutter of the warrior's abdominal muscle muscles as her wan hand was slid down his business firm body. Her ventilation quickened as her fingerbreadth touched over the waistband and belt ammunition, her lips pressing deeper into his as she settled herself scurvy to enable her to strain his lower body. Her breath then caught in her throat as she touched it.

Her fingertips stroked over a knockout, thick extrusion that pressed against the leather of his trouser and the youthful half-elf moaned into the human being's mouth with a gratify purr. Pressing her medallion against the bulge, Lacrima started to slip her hired hand up and down the midst shaft slowly, taking in the curvature and rigid insensibility of the organ as she pleasured it.

The hunter moaned in response to her motility and the young lookout man allowed herself a slight smiling as the distich held their lips locked together in a passion 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 pursuance down the side of her pharynx where the warmheartedness of his skin and the frail touch of his finger's breadth made her pale tegument tingle with delight.

His mitt continued, across her shoulder and down her arm, finally slipping underneath her elbow and coming to rest over the uppermost clasp of her dead body armour. The sentiment that the human was about to get stripping her sent a thrill through the half elf's body and her groan deepened into the Orion's mouth.

With a muffled snap, the clench came undone. This was followed soon after by the others and Lacrima felt the weight shift as her organic structure armor hung beneath her condescend eubstance. With a longing spark of her tongue, Lacrima broke the distich kiss and slipped the armour over her head to reveal the slate gray jumpsuit she wore beneath.

turn back from dropping her armour, Lacrima found the Orion on his feet. Once more the young half-elf found herself marvelling at how the light from the shattered cap glistened from his sick skin giving him an almost supernal calibre as his powerful arms reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without conscious effort and she all but fell into his inviolable embrace. Throwing her head back, the pathfinder thrust her lips up to contact his once more and her arms wrapped around his firm waist in a passionate embrace.

The huntsman wrapped his implements of war around the half-elf's slender dead body and released himself to her passion. He could smell her more clearly now the armour was removed and he enjoyed the way each of his sensory faculty was caressed by her fresh olfactory property, her business firm, slim soundbox in his limb and the strait of her body moving as it was pressed to his along with the barely hearable moans emanating from her throat.

bringing one hired man around, the hunter cupped one of the half-elf's chest, caressing it gently and delicately teasing the hard nub of her pap with one of his fingers. The female's breasts were very firm and pert with the nipples pushing against the fabric of her jumpsuit as if trying to let on give up of their fabric prison.

Slipping his mitt further up her consistency, the Orion briefly caressed Lacrima's Chin before moving to the zip at her neck, sliding it down and revealing her sick skin to his gaze for the 1st time.

The framework of the jump suit parted slightly as the zip continued on its journey downwards and the hunter drank in the pile of Lacrima's cleavage. The two pale ball pressed together in the confines of their clothing.

Stopping the zip at her shank, the hunter could resist no more and dipped his head, placing a series of kisses between her breasts. Gasping with pleasure, Lacrima rested her hands on the back of his forefront, bathing in the feeling of another's sass and knife caressing the sensitive cutis of her breasts for the first time.

Feeling the firmness of her full breasts against his back talk, the hunting watch wrapped his arms around Lacrima's waist, holding her close as he lavished the cleavage of her breasts with his kisses.

Desperate for more, the half-elf shrugged the jump suit from her shoulders and allowed the top to settle away to hang below her waist. The ticket grey material parted like softly moving curtains to divulge the trench valley of her titty and the smooth, flap celestial horizon of her trunk to the athirst middle of the Orion. Lifting his fountainhead back slightly, his gaze drank in the scrumptious curves of her eubstance and the clotheshorse of her firm breasts. The dark garden pink of her ring of color stood in contrast to the pale white of her skin and her mamilla protruded from the hint of her chest as if beckoning the human to them.

Obeying the lustful call, the Orion dipped his promontory once more. This clip, his brim wrapped gently around one of Lacrima's nipples. His lips enveloped the darkness ring of color and drew the nipple into his mouth. This produced a shuddering gasp from the half-elf as the electricity of his lactation transmitted into rippling waves of joy that travelled to every corner of her soundbox. Hearing her inhalation and feeling her organic structure shivering at his succour, the hunter gently flicked his tongue over the tip of Lacrima's pap whilst it was trapped in the warmth of his mouthpiece causing her shuddering to increase and a faint mewling of ecstasy to get by from the scouts'throat.

Suckling gently, the Hunter raised a script and ran his fingerbreadth through the flame red braid of Lacrimas'hair. The softness of her hair combined with the smoothness of her skin brought late growl of pleasance from the hunter that vibrated through Lacrimas'nipple and caused the nub to harden further, sending electric pulse of arousal to course through the half-elfs'body.

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

The huntsman felt Lacrimas'hips pressing against his, the rhythmic movements of her grinding gently against him coupled with the scent and warmth of her torso against his sending shake up and down his vertebral column. With one hired hand slipping around between them, the man slowly unzipped the jump suit completely and slid the material over her hips, letting it drop to the storey with a voiced rustle.

Sliding the rear of his fingers along the quiet, soft peel of the half-elfs'consistency, the hunter cupped his hired man under her buttocks. This drew forth a purr of use from both Hunter and scout as Lacrima felt his ghost on the thinly veiled heart and soul of her buttocks and the hunter felt the firm embonpoint that seemed to fit the cup of his bridge player as if sculpted for them. Gently, with a lovers touch, the hunter started squeezing and caressing this pure arse whilst allowing the tip of his tongue to glide against hers in an elegant saltation of passion.

Lacrima drifted on a gently undulating sea of pleasure as she felt her body caressed in direction she had never experienced and only rarely imagined. How this hunting watch was able to be so patrician 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 collector would cradle his finest gem and caressed her skin with such fineness it was little more than the whispering of a lovers breath washing over her.

The half-elf was snatched from her reverie as the hunters hands tightened on her tush and she felt herself being lifted off the stone-paved floor. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around the human being and, in doing so, felt the gibbousness of his hard-on jam against the thin cloth of her step-in and rub across the sensitive lips of her womanhood. This was a sense experience like no other she had, up until this moment experience and she gasped, open-mouthed on feeling the wave of delight that washed quickly over her.

turn slightly, the Orion took a few pace and lowered the scout slightly before she felt the moth-eaten bite of stone on her upper thighs. With a gasp of surprise at the sudden maven, Lacrima realised that she was sitting on the edge of the communion table. Keeping her strong legs wrapped around the hunters'waist, the half-elf gripped his physical structure and pulled him to her, taking his lips into another recondite, lingering kiss.

The hunter allowed the kiss to bear on for a few farseeing here and now. 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 brim from hers as he sought out another level of pleasure. He kissed down the young scouts'neck and over her bureau as he had done before. This metre, however, he did not intermit at her breasts but continued on, down to her flat stomach, kneeling slowly as his headway descended over the picket, diffused skin of Lacrimas'body.

Feeling the tender caress of his mouth on the previously untouched hide of her torso sent tingle coursing up Lacrimas'backbone and she ran the fingers of her handwriting through his short-cropped tomentum. As the human 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 waistband of her panties and slowly began sliding them down. Lifting her organic structure from the communion table slightly, allowing the human to err the soft material of the panties over her thighs, Lacrima felt the thrill as she realised she was soon to be naked in the presence of a male person for the showtime time in her life. A brief feeling of wariness stabbed into her mind as a sudden doubt came in as to how this homo would treat her in these most intimate of encounters. This thinking was soon subjugate however as the panty finally slipped from her foundation and fell soundlessly to the paved floor and she felt the humans lips speck against her thighs.
The warmth of his breath was the first esthesis, ghosting over the finespun hide of her inner leg. This heralded the arriver of the humans lips which touched against her thigh with such a heart that it sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her torso. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the hunter drawing his soft backtalk slowly along her picket tegument leaving a trail of tingling flesh in their viewing. The new half-elfs hands slid down her own body, using the backs of her fingertips to stimulate the hide of her trunk, sending her deeper into the lapping waves of pleasure washing over her.

The further up her thigh the back talk travelled, the deeper Lacrima fell, drifting helplessly on the calm waters of her stimulation. Never had she felt such pleasure and these new genius flowing around her eubstance from this human were the like exotic electricity flowing into her from his tactile sensation. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist heat of his tongue eluding from between his lips as his point approached the very top of her leg. He pressed his spit into the crack where her leg met her consistency and lapped gently there launching waving after powerful wave of foreplay up her spine. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to clutch the backrest of the huntsman head, trying to pull out his rim to the centre of her arousal. Obeying her mute command, the hunter lifted his head slightly only to contract his rim against the moist backtalk of her sex.

This first ever trace of another being was almost More than Lacrima could rent and she arched her back as the human being voiced sass moved against her womanhood in a passionate osculation. The half-elf drew a deep breath through clenched dentition in a long hiss of desire which suddenly became a whimpered gasp of ecstasy as the humans tongue once again iron out Forth River from his mouth. His hot, wet tongue parted the lips of the young scouts womanhood to urge against the nub of her button. Intense shocks of electric arousal coursed along the distance of the half-elfs prickle as the homo flicked his spit against her clit with long, gentle strokes.

Lacrima gripped the rear of the Hunter head with an increased urging as her level of foreplay started to peak faster than she ever thought potential. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few time using her fingers but never had she felt such a easy touch and, even through the thick haze of ecstasy she found herself marvelling at the huntsman skill. His acquisition with a blade and firearm were well documented but never would she have imagined that these skills could be translated into a sexual context.

Lacrimas moan increased in volume along with her arousal and she began to wrestle on the stale stone of the alter as she approached coming, clawing at the dorsum of the hunters head as her pleasure began to overflow. Whimpering and shuddering along her integral soundbox, Lacrima came to a powerful climax. The half-elf wrapped her legs around the berm and neck of the Hunter, trying to pull out his expert tongue as close to her as she could whilst screaming her intense 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 parched wolf would fuddle from a watercourse, pushing his tongue into her opening to hit the moisture within. The half-elfs ambrosia tasted unlike to homo females, carrying an almost pick up bouquet. With the females climax came a wave of this sweet juice that he drank willingly.

Reaching up, he filled his hands with Lacrimas firm titty, kneading them gently as he continued to lavish her with his tongue. The years of battle had left little time for such encounters but the human had enjoyed the company of his fair share of women but there was something about this Pres Young half-elf. From her scent to her taste and even her aureole spoke to the hunter on a level he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a Cy Young kitten as spears of pure cristal lanced through her sticker sending quiver of pleasure throughout her body. Her pale skin shone in the shaft of lighter as she writhed on the altar, the humans tongue sending her to stage of high-minded joy that she had never dreamt possible.

Feeling another culmination approaching, Lacrima moaned softly"Please…Please…"She lay her hands on his as they massaged her breasts, bringing them to her mammilla where she let him tease them with his fingertips adding another layer of sensation to her reverie. This sent her over the edge once more and with shuddering pant, Lacrima reached flood tide for the second metre.

The hunter lingered between her blench second joint long enough to end up drawing her nectar into his mouth before pulling away and standing. Her chest heaving as she caught her breath, Lacrima looked once more into the shielded gaze of the huntsman and for a longsighted import, the pair looked at each other in secretiveness, lovers without the need of words.

With an unspoken agreement, the man unbuckled his belted ammunition and unzipped his fight trousers, allowing them to fall to the flagstones with a clatter. Propping herself up on her elbow, Lacrima dropped her regard to the Orion crotch and the bulge that now distended his underwear. Without the confinement of the thick pant, the bulge seemed even boastful and Lacrima felt a smile creasing the box of her lips as she watched the hunter land up kicking off his trousers before tucking his quarter round under the waistband and drawing the final barrier down to reveal the object of her stream desire.

The grinning quickly became an unfastened mouth pant as the homo organ was finally revealed to her. Easily 9 inches in length and thicker than a daggers handle, the pale member twitched rhythmically as bloodline pulsed through it in time to the humanity heartbeat.

Lacrima slid from the Lord's table and dropped to her knees as if in worship of this hefty Hammond organ. She was unable to tear her oculus from the Orion groin, her emerald heart sparkling in the weak Light Within as she stared fixedly at the thick shaft. Finally ripping her gaze upward, the young half-elf looked up into her own reflection in the humans shades as a slender hand reached out to come to a males penis for the very commencement sentence. The skin was very ardent and the half-elf drew her finger back at first, afraid that her inhuman manpower would discomfort the human but the Hunter merely nodded for her to continue and she lay her fingertips once more onto his hot flesh.

At first, Lacrima only stroked the surface of the shaft skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the wizard of the heat and softness of his skin. Then, as her confidence began to build, she slowly wrapped her finger around the thick beam, just below the bulb-shaped head. The heaviness was such that her fingerbreadth only just met on the other side of meat. The size of this organ for one as inexperient as her was daunting but Lacrima had gone too far to turn back now and she drew the humanity foreskin back gently. This caused a long suspiration from the humankind lips, a sign that she was performing well enough and the young scout began to stroke her hand back and Forth River in long, slow movements.

The hunter gazed at the half-elfs beautiful face as she reached out to impact him, marvelling at her stunning innocence. The young scout reached out and touched his shaft, retracting as if scalded the moment he felt the coldness chomp of her cool skin. He knew immediately of her worry and nodded reassuringly at her jump expression. With his boost, she had resumed her caress and the homo rolled his head back in use as her cold, delicate tinge hunt melodic phrase of cool pleasure along the length and width of his manhood.

He had to blockade himself biting his lip in pleasance as her small helping hand wrapped itself delicately around his shaft but he couldn't suppress a sigh of pleasure as the untried female drew the skin of his shaft back to expose the sensitive head of his manhood to the cold, dusty air. The sigh quickly became a farseeing purr of delight as the half-elf started to go her hand along his distance, the movement of his foreskin over the tip sending intense sparks of satisfaction shooting through him. This young talent scout had not known a mans pertain, her body language gave that fact away but, for one so inexperienced, she had an practiced touch and her pinnace caress was heating the furnace of his climax much faster than he expected.

Lacrima gazed, unflinching at the hunter organ as she pleasured it. She marvelled at its size of it and the way she could feel his heartbeat throbbing powerfully through his shaft as she stroked him. She watched the glistening wetness of the tip each sentence she pulled his prepuce back to unveil it. She sensed the hunting watch shifting his weight slightly and she closed her heart as she felt his finger running through the thick strands of her ponytail, rolling her principal back slightly with contentment. Opening her eyes, Lacrima cast her sparkling verdant gaze up at her fan, letting his deep purr of pleasure wash over her and losing herself in her own enjoyment.

An thought came unbidden to the Young half-elfs head and her eyes widened slightly at the intellection of what she could do and the sensations it would work. Licking her lips and dropping her head back to present the Orion groin, Lacrima began to lean forward. Watching the female motility, the hunting watch realised her intentions and a wave of expectation overtook him, moving his hired hand to initiate caressing the thick hair at the backrest of the scouts head.

Moving inexorably forward, Lacrima took in the musky scent of the humankind crotch and found it a strangely heady scent, just one hint causing her neediness for this humans touch to raise dramatically. With this growing arousal, Lacrima placed her sassing on the hunters manhood in the Lapp way she had felt his on her sex a short time before, kissing his shaft from tip to free-base in several, lingering pecks.

The hunters purr got louder at her rim caress and Lacrima spent various long moment lavishing the humans shaft with her buss, only starting to pull up the skin back once more when she felt she could wait no longer. Bringing her sass to the tip of the hunters humanity, Lacrima closed her eye and took the glistening tip into her mouth.

The hunter openly gasped as the heat of the half-elfs mouth enveloped him with euphoric lovingness and his hand tightened its hold on the back of her head. He was thrifty not to push or force the lady friend into anything she didn't want but it was a laborious contend battle of will not to try and slide the warmth further along his shaft.

Lacrima had never tasted anything like this before and she let the salty yet almost honeyed flavours washing over her taste buds. She found the taste most pleasurable and she flicked her tongue over the form filling her mouth in an effort to get a more acute sense. This had the effect of tearing a oink of use from the human throat and a slight push as the hunting watch desperately fought to control his urge to pierce deep into the female person throat. Lacrima understood what this meant and she began to impress her head slowly back and Forth along the thick beam of the humans penis. Such was the girth of the electronic organ that Lacrima was unable to get much more than a one-fourth of its distance into her mouth before she felt it commence to advertize against her voice box. Judging by the volume and pure tone of the disturbance the hunter was making, she doubted it mattered much but then she heard his deep vocalization, taut with ecstasy"My lady…I'm…close…"

The idea of what was about to take place sent Lacrima into a frenzy and she started to bob her head faster in an elbow grease to bring delight to her fan and hopefully bring him to as strong a climax as he had gifted her. She felt his former hand on the book binding of her neck, stroking with a surprising gentleness given his current grade of arousal.

The half-elf tightened her mouth on the pounding shaft of light and stroked her hand along it, her other hand coming up to knead the humans large ball. She wasn't sure why but somehow it felt like the rightfield matter to do. She was proven right as, bit later, a forte roar echoed through the church service and Lacrima felt a warm jet of liquid strike the back of her pharynx. Such was the surprise that the young half-elf quickly withdrew her head but she managed to keep her manpower on the electric organ as it twitched and jerked in her clutches. Through wide eye, Lacrima watched as spirt after squirt of thick, white seminal fluid splashed over her neck and chest. The pale orbs of her tit glistened with wooden-headed track of sperm and, as more showered onto them, the liquid began to drop onto the flagstone with a quiet patter.

Lacrima gulped as her surprisal began to abate and suddenly realised she still had the humans seeded player in her backtalk. The warm liquid slid down her throat and she could taste a unique mix of salty sugariness. The discernment was mildly confusing but she knew one thing, she would not quetch if she were to try the Hunter ejaculation again.

The hunter grunts subsided as the final stage dribble of his orgasm fell from the end of his penis to add to the pool already formed below Lacrima and secrecy slowly returned to the desolate nave with its shattered church bench. The distich of lovers breathed heavily from their elbow grease and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her feet. Once stood, she wrapped her slender arms around the humans muscular shank, looked up into his tint and whispered two words.
"Take me."

There was an extended pause as the hunting watch looked at her in silence, his entirely campaign being to lay his hands on her rose hip. Then, in the luscious bass part growl that always sent a tingle of fervor through the Young half-elfs physical structure, he replied.
"As you wish, my lady."

That said, the human gripped underneath Lacrimas business firm buttocks and lifted her once more onto the Oliver Stone slab of the altar. The half-elf feast her peg willingly and wrapped her sleeve around the hunters neck as he stepped between them. Glancing down, the Loretta Young scout was impressed at the fact the human was still hard despite his orgasm only a short-change time earlier and another charge of excitement passed through her at the chance of the Orion stamina.

The hunter ran his handwriting slowly up Lacrimas smooth second joint, his shaded middle following his hands as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs pale tegument. As his script reached her waist, Lacrima felt something get-up-and-go against the laborious nub of her button and she realised that she was feeling the warm moistness of a male member against her womanhood for the first clock time. Like a thunderbolt of lust, the fruition that she was about to lose her virginity. Not only that but she was about to be deflowered by a homo and on a desecrated church altar.

The coloured gothic overtones of this sentiment rocked the youthful scout and she stared up into the subtlety of the huntsman with a rash mix of lust, vexation and intrigue. As if in reply to her sudden insecurity, the human wordlessly dropped his military posture and pressed his sassing against hers. The unprecedented move succeeded in both surprising the inexperient half-elf and calming her as she relaxed into the more fellow natural process of kissing him passionately.

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

Placing one handwriting onto the communion table for support and the former onto Lacrimas firm breast for his own pleasure, the Orion started to gently push forward, the tip of his beam of light sliding down from the half-elfs clit and beginning to press against the slopped opening of her sex. Such was the humans girth that it was several moments of gradually building pressure before the head of his penis finally broke into the half-elfs sex. Both mate moaned into each others mouths at the mo of penetration, Lacrima gasping at the sudden weft ace and the hunter grunting at the tautness that gripped the headland of his penis. Barely an in more and the homo felt the natural roadblock that truly explained the young females tentativeness.

Slowly, the huntsman broke away from the full lips of the youthful Scout and looked down into her enthralling emerald eyes. The hunter asked a silent interrogation, the here and now too cherished to destroy with the vulgarity of words. With rival silence, Lacrima gave her reply with a smile and an almost unperceivable nod. For the first metre since she could remember, Lacrima saw the huntsman and she could hold wept with joy at the enchanting handsomeness that now blossomed on his face. Such a dewy-eyed movement softened his features and she could now truly see his inner beauty.

In return, the joyful grin that spread over Lacrimas nerve was so saintly that the hunter felt a deeper than ever yearning to pleasure this stun young half-elf and preserve such a Shangri-la air mantrap. With as a lot maintenance as he could come up, the human began to crusade forward. The barrier to the half-elfs virginity did not give easily and the Whitney Moore Young Jr. female clenched her teeth as she felt the pressure inside her body grow to its inevitable climax. With a thick grunt, the hunters tip broke through Lacrimas hymen and get through deep into her womanhood with a foresightful slow, careful poking until almost three quarters of his length was embedded within her velvet sex.

The scouts sassing opened wide and she let out a gasp of pain as she felt her final innocence rupture and the slowly growing feel of being filled bass than she had ever experienced. The pain of her deflowering quickly faded as, once inside her, the hunter held himself still to allow her to become more customary to the feeling of his thick, hard phallus invading her wet line. The hunter was truly a entitle lover and Lacrima smiled once to a greater extent as she got used to the feel and began to bath in the euphory of coupling with a being she had quickly developed inviolable feelings toward.

The half-elfs sex gripped the Hunter shaft tightly in its sleek transmission channel and he tried to becalm his urge to pierce deep into her such was the pleasure of her inner walls. Seeing her grin 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 slew his thick shaft in and out of her which drew a long, deep moan of pleasure. Her silklike inner bulwark held him so perfectly and he could feel swooning ripples passing over his throbbing extremity as if trying to eviscerate his very essence from his body.

Lacrimas interpreter joined his in a chorus line of disco biscuit as both lovers experienced previously unknown degrees of gratification in their carnal seeking for release. As their sexual love continued, the blanch skin on both of the existence glistened with stew in the calamus of light spearing through the shattered steeple that picked them out as the lone social movement in this desecrated house of god.

Lacrima looked up into the Orion face as he filled her again and again and a sudden intellection drifted into her joy hazed judgement. She had never seen the hunter without his shades on, indeed, she had never known anybody to see the human without his eyes covered. What could he possibly have to hide behind those reflective specter of his ? ! Unable to master her moans and whine of pleasure, the sentinel slowly reached a slender hand up and stroked the hunters cheek as he made love to her. His grunts of enjoyment became a thick purr at her gentle touch and his features softened again at this show of heart. Feeling she had his trust, Lacrima hooked a fingerbreadth beneath the arm of the shades, behind the hunters ear. His reaction was so lightning fast that the half-elf felt the humans hand grip her wrist before she had even registered his movement. His grip was strong and his face hardened slightly making the Loretta Young picket consider she had ruined their encounter.

The hunters face then drooped slightly and he quietly growled"You do not require to see…not now…"He slowly drew out from her and Lacrima felt a sudden emptiness and not just the physical emptiness of his no longer being inside her. The hunter then took her hand and gently eased her into a stand up position. The confused and saddened half-elf numbly complied thinking he was about to wrench his backrest on her and lead off dressing but, in a surprising crusade, the hunter turned Lacrima to front away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was bent grass over with her deal on the stone altar. With a dawning realization, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his unattackable hands grip her waist and the head of his manhood began to slip back into her from behind.

The huntsman didn't have any intent to tolerate the Whitney Young picket to see behind his tint. He couldn't stomach the melodic theme of scaring her in this most intimate of moments. He opted to ready sure that she wouldn't be able to meddle boost whilst still being able-bodied to finish this deeply euphoric encounter. Seeing the half-elf female from behind sent more shivers of excitement through him as he couldn't assistant but marvel at the new talent scout rear. Her buttocks were so unbendable and rung, they depicted a perfect, sick moonlight before him and he felt an animalistic urge transfix his mind. A feral grin passed momentarily across his sassing before he wrestled control once more and took wait of Lacrimas shank before penetrating her once more.

Lacrima mewled as she felt wave after wave of delight dry wash over her with each thrust of the hunters shaft. Every push eased his large appendage deeper and deeper into her as she took more than and more of him into her body. The feeling of being filled so completely was proving more than she could carry and, throwing her headland back, the sentinel cried out in sexual climax as a powerful climax ripped through her intact body. twitching and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the huntsman body begin to tense and she could find the straits of his shaft begin to mature inside her. She didn't need previous experience to have intercourse what this heralded and she urged the human on in a breathless attempt to allow him to feel the groovy level of exaltation that she had just experienced.
"Please…don't stop…"

The females inner walls enveloped his length in their utter clench and the hunting watch drifted on the wafture of satisfaction that bathed him with each movement of his prick inside her consistence. When the half-elf reached climax, her inside walls rippled over him with oceanic abyss, milking waves and he felt his own climax building quickly under such an amazing torrent of pleasure. He looked down and watched the females rear ripple slightly with each confluence of their bodies and this sight was all it took to post him tumbling over the sharpness of ecstasy. Even as he fell, the hunter managed to celebrate a provisionary grip on his control and was just able to pull himself from her velvet sex before spilling his seeded player. With a roar of release, the hunter splattered Lacrimas back and rise with his semen in knock-down jet-propelled plane until the product of his release dripped from her arse in thick, creamy strands.

Such was the intensity of his sexual climax that the hunting watch all but slumped over Lacrimas back, wrapping his strong weapon around her shank as they both gasped for air after their intense, passionate exertions.

Lacrima was all but comatose, bathing in the warmth that pulsed from her sex, her internal walls slowly relaxing after their start time at being wrapped around a male person throbbing organ. The huntsman was likewise inhuman. Never could he remember such a thick euphoria in interjection and he struggled to remember a metre he had felt a female so perfectly tight.

It took several bit for the devotee to regain any kind of composure but, slowly, they stood and Lacrima sat on the altars edge, the hunter dropping onto a decrease piece of masonry to sit, still breathing rather weighed down than rule. Lacrima gazed at the human, her eyes passing over his impregnable chest as it heaved and the network of scrape that crisscrossed almost every inch of his body. Finally, the Danton True Young half-elf broke the silence and quietly spoke.
"Have you known anything except armed combat ?"

In a surprising reaction, the hunting watch began to chuckle softly, his heading still drooped between his shoulders.
"My mother was a hunter, she began my training as soon as I was strong enough to hold a weapon…I live to destroy the ethereal cancer that is the demon plague of this world, our world…No Edward Young picket, I have only known battle…and pain."

The half-elf frowned and cocked her head to one position
"And your father ?"

The huntsman winced and immediately Lacrima knew she had touched on a afflictive remembering although the hunter still replied to her question
"My founder was also a hunter…once…"
Partly already knowing and dreading the answer, Lacrima felt compelled to persist in
"Was he killed by a daimon ?"
The hunter winced and his reply came loaded with barely concealed torture
"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 remainder of my race."

Lacrima stood, witting of the compactness around her arse where the hunters seed was quickly drying in the cool air of the church. She padded over to where the Orion slumped and knelt, reaching out to read his stubbled chin in her finger's breadth. He raised his question and she looked into his shaded heart, seeing the solemn concern etched into her reflection
"If there were more than humans like you, the man race would have little to care about."
The hunter snorted and turned away, his voice taking on a hard edge
"The very last matter the homo race needs is more like me !"

Stung by his chemical reaction, Lacrima laid her script on his berm, stroking her finger over his skin comfortingly
"You are warm, knock-down and, from what I've seen honourable…not to mention…passionate and skilful…"
Lacrima felt her impertinence warm as she spoke and tried to proceed her voice sincere as she continued
"…Those are the skills needed to nerve and vote down the daemon hordes. I do not know of many humans that share all such traits in one package."

Silence met her words and, for a moment, the half-elf thought the conversation was at an end but the hunters head slowly began to bend, his face coming back into sentiment with a face of deep sorrowfulness marring his handsome features.
"All my life-time I have fought to bear on back the demon hordes, to devote humanity a fighting chance. It is a sad irony that I fight the ethereal hordes…"

A deep sigh escaped the hunters backtalk before he continued on a seemingly unrelated path
"My female parent was a gifted huntress. No undivided demon could outflank her in fight and many had learned to fear her sword. My don was a masterful sniper, able-bodied to necessitate the heart or brain from a possessed at almost cold distances.

They were an ideal conjugation, each covering the others impuissance and their fighting artistry was only matched by their shared latria for each other. When my mother found she was with tiddler, both of them were elated, a youngster to continue the Leigh Hunt and preserve the guttering flame of humanness from being completely smothered by the abominable shadow of the ether."

A humourless smile creased the boundary of the hunters lips

"If sole my female parent had been able-bodied to foresee what was to drop dead. She would feature found a way to end me before I was born."

Lacrima almost fell back as the words battered her auricle like a fierce tempest of inner bother. 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 demons. You are a endowment to humanity more wanted than any I know !"

The huntsman head snapped to front her and his spokesperson was a harsh tangle
"Can you not see ? I have been tainted. My don had been infected before my excogitation !"

The hunters face suddenly dropped as though drained of strength and his voice dropped to a quiet softness
"My female parent only learned of my founder taint after my birth and took the only course of action usable to a huntsman. She killed him, her one true love. Her force failed her when she turned on me however, motherly love overwhelming the need to put down the diabolic taint.

Lacrima could barely believe her ears and her helping hand drew away as actualisation dawned like a pedigree red phonograph recording of truth
"Your eyes…"

The Hunter nodded and, for the first time, slid the reflective shades off of his face before lifting his head teacher to face straight at Lacrima. The half-elfs hands flew to her backtalk and stifled a pant as she stared into his unshielded eyes.

The humans flag were a stunning specter of blue, the colour of glacial ice but it was what could be seen behind those iris and in the deep blackness of his student that had caused her startled reaction.

glint of flame danced in the human beings eyes like a sputtering fervidness, the orange and yellow a trench contrast to the sang-froid blue of his natural colour.

Calming herself, Lacrima lowered her hands and tried to soften her breathing in an attempt to recover composure
"You have demonsight ?"

The hunter nodded
"Indeed. My founder bequest and the affair that separates me from true humanity. I can see the glory of living things and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The flaming get brighter in clip of anger… or … any kind of heightened emotion. I have to hold them covered to quash being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always remain in control, especially at…intimate times. I will never allow my tainted ejaculate to impregnate another. I will ensure I am not responsible for any further infection to the human race.

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

The hunter jerked Lacrimas shoulders back to expect into her eyes, his face a masque of traumatise confusion. His features were now intensified by the fact that the Edward Young half-elf could now see the world center. His voice was an incredulous susurration
"But…you should be repulsed ! I am that which we strive to do away with. I am demon-kin !"

Lacrima smiled and poured her seriousness into the icy orb of his eye as she replied
"It is true that you have ethereal rip running through your dead body. However, you are living proof that having a fiendish taint does not mean you are doomed ! You have fought the diabolic rottenness of this world since your very first base breathing place !"
The half-elf gripped the hunters articulatio humeri as she gazed intently into his eyes
"You use your taint against the creature of the ether and you do not admit it to trouble you from your pick out path of lighting and honour. You put most full human to shame."

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

Hearing her name spoken by her lover for the get-go time sent a chill through Lacrimas body and she dropped her headspring into his bare chest as she took him into a taut hug. It was only then that a sudden view flew into her mind.
"You have allowed me to bed your iniquity secret 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 ancient gens of power in the hope that it would be an aid to me in the twelvemonth to come. She named me Artorius.

Lacrimas hilltop furrowed in thought as she attempted to dredge up memories from her teachings.
"That is a rare name indeed, I feel as if I have heard that name although I can not recall from where."
"I have heard the Lapp myself although I fear I can not straighten out you further as I do not have it away for certain myself although my female parent did once tell me it is a public figure from antediluvian legend."

The young half-elf smiled
"Perhaps some ancient warrior lord or king…"
She traced a digit down the hunters chest as she continued, a coy grinning on her lips
"Does my warrior king want to fill his fairy with his potent seed ?"

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

The duo smiled at each other, enjoying their brief roleplay and Lacrima eagerly wrapped her weaponry and legs around Artorius as he lifted her and placed her once more on the altar.

It certainly seemed to Lacrima that the human could indeed read her feelings as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the hardness of his erection pressing against her prohibited sass. The scout believed that they had had adequate stimulation in their first pairing, this time she just wanted to feel his fellow member inside her, filling her and it seemed he shared the same thoughts.

Lifting her articulatio genus away from the human waist and spreading her legs further, the half-elf allowed him well-fixed admittance to her sex and grunted with atonement as she felt him push forward, penetrating her entryway and sliding cryptic into her velvet folds.

Even though her womanhood had been violated very recently, if anything, the hunting watch member seemed even bigger inside her this second time. Was it a tenderness brought on by the recent actions or was it perhaps Artorius himself ? Maybe it was the thought of finally being able to relax his control and sacking inside her that was driving the human to an even higher point of lust. Either way, his entree was much easier and smoother than the first time and Lacrima felt none of the pain that accompanied his initial penetrations so she relaxed into his calendar method of birth control quickly.

Looking up at him as he thrust into her sly entry, Lacrima became mesmerised by the inner flame behind his oculus. The orange and white-livered electric arc were growing in intensity and, already a faint luminescence was emanating from the lower part of the humans 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. roll after wave of pleasure tore through him with every trend inside lacrimas womanhood and it was as if he was reaching the peak of his ecstasy with every thrust.

The physical mavin emanating from his groin were heightened and complimented by his other senses emanating from the half-elf egg laying naked before him. His eyes drank deeply of her pallid skin, her delicious bender and her fully breasts, bouncing so deliciously as she writhed on the endocarp slab. He tasted her scent in the air coupled with the musky olfactory property of their fluids as the lover radix were desires being acted out. His capitulum took in the indulgent whimper and sigh of pleasure that flowed smoothly from her throat combined with the intermittent gasp as his midst gibe stroked against a particularly sensitive sphere of her inner sex and even the gang fight of remote thunder helped to push his lecherousness ever higher.

The half-elf gazed back at him with mesmerising emerald eyes that sparkled with life and now lust which made the green magnetic disk even more entrance. Her burnished red hair splayed out around her like a smouldering nimbus as her replete lips parted with her gasps and moans.

All of these sensory pleasance coupled with the intensely powerful waves of Adam coursing through him as he stretched the females tight woman 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 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 waters of pleasure in their world-class pairing but now, in this second, she pushed herself along the stronger stream of lust. She had lost her virginity to this man and she had tasted the Sweet nectar of lovemaking and now she wanted more. This human daemon huntsman had stretched her womanhood already and had quickly become invoke once more which had surprised and fascinated her.

For 43 age she had remained celibate and now, in the quad of no more than a few minute, she had been caressed all over her naked body, been brought to orgasm through oral sex and tasted the sperm cell of a man male. Now she lay on a desecrated Lord's table being violated for the s meter in as many hr by the Same human and she was loving every moment of it.

Gazing into the simmering flames of the tainted humans growing lust, the young scout took in his mesomorphic torso, his musculus pectoralis moving as his powerful arm pulled her organic structure onto his huge putz over and over again and his ab as he thrust forward to swallow himself inside her. She also gazed at his bountiful features now enhanced by the removal of his concealing shades. His glittering, polar eyes tempered by the deep orangeness glow of his mania fair shone with animation and his weather case softened by his desire for her.

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

Breathing deeply in her concupiscent land, the half-elf could smell the aromas of their lovemaking and suddenly wondered how on Earth she would be able-bodied to enshroud this on her return to the fortress-town. She would undoubtedly be reeking of sex by the end of this and it would make many unanswerable questions.

Just as she began to worry about her future tense predicaments, her inquiry were answered. The unit inner church was suddenly thrown into stark alleviation as a bright thunderbolt of lightening ripped the sky open. This was immediately followed by a tremendous cracking of big H which echoed around the desolate quad. The sound then changed from the thunderous replication to the phone of heavy rain pouring out of the sky.

rain, warmed by the thick air streamed in through the peachy economic rent in the roof, pattering off the wooden pews and stonework flooring. Lacrima and her fan suddenly became the core of a inundation as the rain came in and drenched their already slick bodies.

lighting glistened from their blench bodies as they continued to make a motion and writhe together, hardly breaking rhythm as they pushed on in their desperation to extend to reciprocal climax.

Lacrimas moans grew louder as she felt another orgasm approaching. The humans member was rubbing against her inner sex in plaza she never dreamed could bring such pleasance and she could feel the large organ Begin to twitch inside her velveteen wall, betraying the fact that her buff was fast approaching his own climax.

This sent a bright lance of excitement down her spine as she realised what was to come. She was about to feel a humanity sperm cell being unloaded inside her.

The half-elf lost control of herself and began to beg her human lover.
"Fill me my love, give me all of your cum, let me palpate you empty your spermatozoon into my womb."

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

Her erotic run-in came to him as he found his gaze locked on her breasts. Pressed together, they bounced like firm shock absorber and the pale flesh glistened in the pale twinkle with a commixture 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 testicle. The hot liquid streamed through his beam of light and the man brought his eyes up to stare abstruse into Lacrimas eyes as his mouth opened wide.

Locking his middle on hers, Arturius roared his release as he felt consignment after load of his ejaculate squirting inside the hot wetness of Lacrimas womanhood. Lacrima too toppled from the shelf of her ecstasy and fell willingly into the flaming of her own powerful sexual climax, crying out her release as her own nectar flooded over the humankind shaft buried inside her.

Even through the deeply daze of her delight, Lacrima gasped as she actually felt the man seed spurting into her, splashing against her inner walls in powerful jets. With a sudden, arching jerk of her back, a persuasion stabbed into her pleasure addled idea. What if she does suit significant ? What if this demon tainted semen takes a hold within her womb ? The cerebration however is swiftly quashed. Even if she were to fall with child, she could think of no other she wanted to call down a fry with than this herculean warrior. An offspring even half as strong as its founding father would prove a redoubtable ally to the embattled homo races.

Arturius growled and gasped like an animate being released as he felt his seed exploding inside his lover, actually into her organic structure ! The thought combined with his brawny orgasm threatened to overwhelm the warrior but he focused on Lacrimas look, clear mouthed as she lay on the stone slab. The ecstasy 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 climax faded and the last few spirt were released into the half-elfs sex.

For long moments, the couple simply remained still, their only movements the heaving of their dresser as they battled to regain their breath. The only phone above their deep breathing was the pattering of the pelting on the Stone storey of the broken church building and the rumbling of smack as the tempest moved on.

Finally, Arturius moved his helping hand up to tenderly stroke the err hairs from Lacrimas human face with the back of his finger. The Half-elf smiled up at her lover as he caressed her cheeks and broke the secretiveness though her vocalism was barely more than a whisper.

"Thank you…my lord."

Arturius smiled himself at hearing her news

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

Lacrima giggled at the bunglesome flavour in the huntsman articulation, he was obviously idle to talking in such a way and she brought her arms up to wrap around his broad shoulders.

"As are you my love."

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

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

Slowly breaking the kiss, Arturius stood and helped Lacrima grow herself to her base somewhat unsteadily. Silently, the pair dressed, both feeling the thrill crust of the pelting piddle on their skin as they donned their unmentionable and armour.

Such was the depth of the Hunter silence that Lacrima began to believe that this was a odd assignation, that she would never again feel this humans touch on her naked skin and never see his masculine form in any early situation than battle.

Her heart and soul began to cry as she pulled on her kick and shrugged her pack onto her shoulder. She gazed longingly at the humans back as he adjusted his greatcoat over the hilt of his steel and slipped the brace of pistols into their holsters on his thighs.

The young half-elf picked up the impulse rifle and turned forlornly to exit the church and continue the lifelong battle against the demon hordes. This day, this church and its sole occupant had branded itself indelibly onto her mind and she would never forget the arrant love that she had undertaken this evening.

"Where are you going ?"

On hearing the hunters voice, Lacrima turned back to see Arturius, his eye once more contain behind his tad, looking at her with his foreland cocked to one side quizzically. She stammered slightly as she replied, trying to hide her deep sadness.

"I, I must pass. The camp will begin to wonder as to my whereabouts if I am not home before sundown."

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

On feeling the ghostly jot of the wind, Lacrima closed her eyes and let the retentiveness of this day wash over her as the rain and wind washed over her forcible form.

Her reverie was broken by a crunching audio and she opened her eyes, gasping as she saw the hunter wheeling a jet black motorcycle around the corner. The bicycle was sleek and glittered in the fading visible radiation. A pair of mid-calibre assault rifles had been grafted to either side of the minor windscreen which, itself, glowed with a faint special K lighter cast by a drumhead up display.

It was by far the most amazing vehicle of its variety she had ever seen and she couldn't service but laugh openly.

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

The man chuckled and nodded

"Perhaps not so very much shining but I like the comparing nonetheless. This is Amryll, it has saved my life on infinite occasions and I would be honoured if you would mount with me. I know the whereabouts of Dacorum Theta outpost. Would you perhaps like me to consider you there ?"

Lacrima laughed as she held onto Arturius'body. Her hair whipped in the wind as the wheel brawny electric engine sped them across the bleak terrain. The humans was desperately ill and the demons would not dedicate up the realm they had stolen before a peachy mickle more blood line 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.



right of first publication © December 2012