hunter & PREY

Lacrima picked her way through the rubble and debris of the erupt townsfolk. Barely a few months before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a last outpost of the dwindling human race. Now it lay decimated, undefendable to the barren skies like an eviscerate corpse.
The half-elf scouted the area alone, checking for mark of life or, more importantly, star sign of hellish infestation. Her sharp centre scanned the ruins of each building intently, the abstruse green of her irises glittering in the fading luminosity like emeralds on an ornate swords hilt.

She wore the standard issue slate grey jumpsuit and pitch-black body armour that designated her as a soldier in the Terran rebellion corps. Being a scout, Lacrima carried a more compact interpretation beat rifle and the jumpsuit was a pissed fit to leave almost silent cause. The stocky grey cloth clung to her slim, lithe eubstance, rippling as her herculean leg muscles propelled her through the terrain like a prowling feline on the Hunt for fair game.

Lacrima moved stealthily, her long class of training and combat experience making her cause fluid, almost feline. Her slender build stalked the shadower, a ghost in search of prey on a desolate landscape. A light picnic ghosted through the empty-bellied streets like the last, racking breath of a dying man and it stirred the deep auburn haircloth that hung in loose lock down Lacrimas back in a long ponytail that reached midway down her shoulders.

Her patrol took her toward the nub of what remained of the Ithiel Town and the church at its meat. The ancient social organization that once cut an imposing silhouette now lay broken. The spire that had once place upright proud in its benevolence and glory to the vault of heaven had been destroyed completely. All that remained were snapped rafters jutting toward the heavens like the dried, broken ribs of the townspeople's chest.

Lacrima approached the once not bad chief entrance to the church, gaping wide open like a deep wounding. Its doors had been ripped from their hinges and used as wood to burn the few that had survived the daemon tone-beginning in a pyre to their fell lord. Lacrimas nose wrinkled as an unsavoury feeling reached her nostrils and she was certain she could still smell the burning flesh of those unfortunates as she entered the threshold of the church building, the malodor forever tainting the very air that twisted and eddied in the light breeze.

The youth half-elf darted into the once holy place and began her search of the desolate interior space when she froze suddenly. Her sharp centre had spotted movement and she knelt silently behind the splinter stiff of a pew to observe the fit before her with a sense of wonderment.

The one known as the hunting watch was knelt beside the churches altar. He was knelt in a consortium of light that was cast through the shattered remains of a large stained glass windowpane. The human being had stripped his signature leather topcoat and Negroid body armour to exhibit his upper torso. The warriors skin was pale, a common polarity of those that lived under the burned sky that now hung over the worlds diseased landscape and his soundbox was coated in a thin sheen of stew 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 freckles on her intrude and upper berth cheeks and the young half-elf felt the heat of a syncope flush which she knew would only draw them stand out even more. The Orion had his right arm rested on a broken pedestal beside the altar and he appeared to be sewing a deep slash that ran most the distance of his upper arm.

The human muscles flexed and bulged with painfulness as the needle pierced his physical body and, although the scene before her was grisly, Lacrima could not aid but find a sure delight from seeing this half naked human.

At 43 years old, Lacrima was considered a Edward Young grownup within her race, the eq of a human girl just out of her teens. This combined with the near constant breeding and fight meant that Lacrima had never had clock time to think much about males and she had never touched a male person body except for when she was sparring or treating wounds. Now, crouched silently in her hiding plaza, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The mans soundbox was in amazing physical condition, his rippling stomach and large arm muscleman sending unfamiliar shiver of pleasure through the half-elf's slender body.

Despite her fight senses screaming in objection, the Danton True Young soldier felt compelled to move closer and, breaking concealment at a crouch, she silently, crept closer to the hunting watch as a moth would tie close to a brightly flame. She could not explain her agitation or the wish to approach but somehow, she just wanted to be closer to him and to gaze upon his from with better detail.

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors motion in better point and stifled a smile as she realised he was evidently not a trained medic. The hunter stitches were neat and stiff but he was moving at a slow up and measured tread as one with noesis but niggling experience would do. He had obviously read or seen how to do 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 attending to the muscled man that she momentarily forgot the teachings of stealing and accidently kicked a lowly piece of fallen Freemasonry, sending it skittering across the marbled floor. The hunter's chemical reaction was immediate and lightning fast. armed combat reflexes that had been honed over countless battles snapped his script down to the nearest weapon, a pistol that had lay out of Lacrima's sight, behind the John Rock on which he had rested his offend arm and brought the sidearm up to point at the germ of the sound."appearance yourself."This was the for the first time 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 in commanding, basso waves.

The half-elf intruder did not move from her place hidden behind a work bench, frozen like a frighten rabbit in a set of intense, masculine headlamp. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the demon hunters'weapon was aimed directly at her. The hunter's vox sounded once Sir Thomas More, this fourth dimension dropping to a dangerously quiet story that nevertheless carried a obese step of malice."I know you skulk in the shadows, now step where I can see you or I will send you back to the cursed spawning pit that birthed you."

Slowly, as if afraid that she would be shot at the slim cause, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched post behind a shattered pew and stood, head bowed slightly like a schoolhouse child caught by a tutor. retentive instant passed as the huntsman appeared to study her silently from beneath the gunmetal nuance that he was never seen without. Lacrima felt a sudden chill and a sense of nakedness passed like a shudder down her spine. It was as if the man was looking through her, seeing past her physical form to examine her inner being. This highly uncomfortable feeling was only accented by the peck of the pistol that was pointed at her head.

After what was likely only a minute but, what felt like an age to Lacrima, the Orion stood and descended the steps from the altars dais, onto the foul marble of the church building main floor. His movements were slow but fluid, resembling a vulture approaching its target. Despite the obvious danger to her person, Lacrima could not help oneself but notice his habitus. The man was easily close to six ft improbable and she was drawn to the way the directing sparkle from the broken window shimmered from his picket skin and threw the muscle system of his body into an ever changing landscape of light and shadow. The pistol never once strayed from Lacrima, rightful proof of this Hunter Martial art.

The hunter approached Lacrima in silence and the half-elf felt ineffective to move or speak, somehow held in a spell by this human. All she could do was stand and look her fortune, her emerald eyes watching the now dim visible radiation reflect from his bare upper body which seemed to accent his already impressive musculature, and inquire why she felt such self-contradictory emotions of fear and another, more confound feeling…was it desire ? !

The hunter came to a hitch a grade of paces from the half-elf and slowly lowered the weapon although Lacrima noted that he kept a pew between them to prevent her from approaching him at f number. Once before her, he spoke once again, this clock time without the dangerous malice but a note of wariness still rang through its deep tones.
"I have seen no body process in this home for several Clarence Day now."

As he approached this intruder, the huntsman appraised the potential threat. It was certainly human or of a android race. It wore the uniform of a insurrectionist watch and was distaff judging by the way the armour had been shaped around the chest of drawers area.
As he got closer, he could make out more inside information and he began to think this was no aggressor. The being stood before him was a half-elf, one of the new slipstream that had emerged after the initial demon encroachment of Terra. This specimen was around middling altitude for one of her race, around 5'6"and slender. Her hair was a chance upon shade of red, pulled back in a tight ponytail although a few stray filament framed her almost ghostly pale typeface. With a slim thrill of realisation, the human being came to observe that this accentuated the females already considerable beauty.

Most half-elves took on the elegant, sharp features of their elven parent but this one had often mild facial feature. The almost translucent pale skin of her slender face had a respectable, porcelain smoothness and was broken only by a set of freckles that ran across her cheek and small, button nose. Her pointed pinna and full, blanch lip gave her an exotic, alluring scene, greatly accented by her slanted green eyes and it was into these emerald orb that the huntsman found himself gazing. The females eyes glittered with an energy and word that he had rarely encountered and the human felt long repressed touch sensation stirring trench within his mind.

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

The huntsman voice still carried an almost deep-rooted air of authority but the talent scout could detect a warming of his quality and she attempted to cover her fear by throwing a veil of confidence over her perturbed United States Department of State. Squaring her shoulder joint, she stood before the man, and fixed him with what she hoped was a nonchalant glare.
"The Saame could be asked of you sir."
Her statement met secretiveness and the Pres Young scout decided to continue
"A routine of sentinel have been sent from outpost Dacorum Theta to assess if this area is safe for rehabilitation. The daemon appear to have slaked their thirst for blood here and moved on."

The hunter nodded slightly but said nothing and Lacrima was left with the unquiet sense that he was analysing everything she said, searching for any falsehood. secrecy ensued as the two seemed to assess each other. In the laboured secrecy, Lacrima found her gaze meandering over the muscular torso of the hunter and she felt very strange inspiration 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 find anything but curiosity for this lone demon stalker.

As she tried to force her path of thought onto a unlike track, her green middle settled on his wounded arm. The Half-Elf had heard many a rumour about this man, he was a loner and slight was truly known of his background or intent. All that was really known was his ability and desire to demolish daemon wherever he encountered them. This is my chance perhaps, Lacrima thought to herself. Perhaps I could find out more than about this human and machinate a report back to the council. The revolt council were extremely interest as to how one man could survive so long in the wild and cursed plain stitch. Any data she could gleam from him could evidence critical for future plans.

After taking a few, calming breathing place, the half-elf softened her human face slightly, taking on what she hoped was a convincing mask of a pertain face. Lacrima then adopted a quieter, friendlier tone as she addressed the hunter once more.
"Your wound looks deep, would you like to see one of our healer ? It is not a great distance to Dacorum…"
There was a present moment waver as, suddenly, an prototype flashed into her judgment eye of her small hands stroking the naked skin of the muscular human race arm her sick hand on the smooth, quick physical body as it glittered in a pool of light. She could almost find the resolution of his heftiness on her fingertips. The heady spate of blood to her cheeks caught Lacrima off precaution and it took movement not to puff with surprise. Quickly trying to re-centre her thoughts, Lacrima managed to keep unsteadily.
"..Or…perhaps…allow me to help you ?"

An awkward silence followed with the Hunter remaining stable as if he hadn't even heard the offspring pathfinder'words. The pause allowed Lacrimas judgment to run drunken revelry with mental image of her touching this pale, powerful limb. Her cutis tingled as her mind tried to recreate what this warriors body would feel like to her delicate feeling and this sent an intense rising tide of emotions through the Lester Willis Young half-elf forcing her to describe on her inner strength in a desperate attempt to not lurch back from the mental bombardment. Such was the intensity 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 roof, catching the pensive airfoil of the huntsman tincture. The human being stood before the scout like a statue of antediluvian times. I marble chip at warrior king, stripped to the waist and engagement scarred. The poetic imagery did nil to serve Lacrimas flustered United States Department of State and, when the hunter finally did speak, even his hush feel caused her to jump in surprise at the sudden shattering of silence.
"No, no healers."
Another little suspension and this time, the shock had sharpened the unseasoned scouts sensation and she could detect a feint banknote of confusion on the huntsman stoic features. Was he thinking similar thoughts of her ? ! His head flicked to look down at his wound and he brought his arm up to allow closer 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 muscle moved and bunched with smooth control as the hunter flexed them, testing the depth of the wound and even the flinch of bother as he moved damaged tissue wasn't enough to stem the half-elf's reverie.

After a few moments, the huntsman came to a conclusion and lowered his arm, fixing the young female in his gaze once more and Lacrima hoped she didn't look as flustered as she felt. The hunter rung and, for the first time since their meeting various second before, she detected a eminence of forgivingness in his voice. It was very feint but it was there nonetheless.
"It may prove useful if you could aid me. You are trained in field medicine ?"

Lacrima nodded dumbly, unable to form words and hoped it would be enough. After a hanker minute, the hunter nodded in return, a slow, short drift and turned away from her, heading toward the pulpit steps.
Taking this as a silent invitation to follow, Lacrima fell in tail end. As she walked, Lacrima allowed her gaze to roam a little more freely over the human back now she didn't feel like her every thought was being scrutinised by his intense stare. The human being had virtually no fat on his eubstance which allowed Lacrima to see the muscle system of his back. She watched the small muscleman around his spine sliding back and forth with his pace and the turgid, impressive musculus of his shoulders as his arms swayed at his sides. The lookout looked over his number and felt a warmth in the base of her belly as her middle took in his slim waistline and extensive shoulders. This truly was an fantabulous specimen of masculinity. The entirely affair marring the image was the state of the man's skin. His back was a latticework of cicatrice, most healed but a few stood out an furious red belike making them fresher and Lacrima found herself building a new level of esteem and wonder for this lone warrior. She would throw to ask for more about these injury when the time rise.

Mounting the steps to the altar pedestal, the hunting watch led the half-elf to the status she had first encountered him beside the bully, endocarp slab. There she found the man armour and equipment laid out in almost perfectly straight descent, not a single item out of station. The Whitney Young scout stifled a giggle on seeing such tidiness. She had no idea a warrior of such stature and obvious skill also lived a life burdened with Oppressive Compulsive upset !

"Something amuses you ?"
Startled, Lacrima snapped her caput up and realised with a start that she was once more in the humans shaded gaze. She had had no musical theme she had been smiling outwardly and took on a shamefaced expression.
"My apologies sir, I meant no offence. It is just not often I encounter a male person with such…order."
A suspension ensued and the young sentry heart dropped as she feared she had annoyed the hunter and blown any luck for knowledge. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her heart sing. For the first clock time since their encounter, the hunter smiled. It was a legal brief curling of the sass accompanied by a quick breathing out resembling a snort of amusement but it was enough to bring a beaming grin the female's oral fissure.
"Indeed my Lady. My female parent taught me well to organise myself in all things. An organised nous is a potent arm in struggle she used to tell me."
The smile dropped from Lacrimas aspect at the warrior's use of past tense
"Your mother…she is ..."
"Dead. Yes."

Those words spoken, the hunting watch turned and walked to the fallen slab where his med kit was laid out and sat down, looking down at his arm where, Lacrima realised, the acerate leaf was still embedded in his bod where he had been stitching before her interruption.
The finality of his motion gave evidence that his mothers destruction was a sore subject which was understandable. Nobody could assume such an event without great sorrow but there was something about the stiffness of his number and the look that flashed across his brass before doing so that made the scout think that there was more to it than raw causes. She would perhaps initiate the case when she had gained to a greater extent of his trust.

Silently, the half-elf slipped into a stoop beside the hunters wound arm, taking it in her mitt and gently cradling it while she took a close-fitting inspection of the wound. Before she even touched him, Lacrimas head was getting fuzzy. The first gear affair that she took in was his scent which was unlike any Male before. Most of the men she knew were soldiers in the insurgent corps and they smelled of sweat and turd. This human being had a certain muskiness to his odour but he didn't odor soiled, the odor was also cut through with a fresh, almost floral scent that sent the immature half-elf almost dizzy as she thought that this was how all true men should smell.

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved hands felt the firmness of his muscularity before the soothing heating system of his eubstance penetrated through, heightening what the talent scout now realised was her arousal. Again, mix-up rose in her mind as she tried to fathom how she could be having belief like this, everything was untimely. These were spirit that she had never experienced before, this was a man she had never met until today, in a place that had, barely a few workweek before been a charnel house of blood and decimation. In an try to take her mind off her tingling lour part, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A deep laceration ran down a good length of the Orion upper arm, almost perfectly slicing between his bicep and brachialis brawniness. The split was ragged which made it unlikely that it was a blade or penetrative object that had done the damage and even through the warmheartedness of her aroused land, a chill ran down Lacrima's spikelet at the depth of the rip and she knew this must be causing a Brobdingnagian sum of botheration to the human despite his outwardly calm state. She looked up quizzically
"How did this pass ? It is a truly smutty wound."
The hunter uttered a single tidings that made the Cy Young female person bite her modest lip with fear and concern
"Daxzkepyl."
The word repeated in Lacrima's mind, Daxzkepyl, an officer in the demonic armies. This eccentric of officer was a horrendous amalgamation of man and crustacean, his independent artillery being a immense, armour plated nipper that resembled that of a lobster or crab. To acquire down one of these detestation was unmanageable for a squad of mortals, to do so one-on-one was almost unheard of.
"You fought a Daxzkepyl on your own ? !"she gasped incredulously
"I did. The damned spawn died concentrated and not before causing me this."
The Hunter gestured angrily at the give wounding as if such a beast didn't deserve to be able-bodied 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 fight. It would likely comprise a wealth of tips on how to ingest on the demons.

Examining the ripped flesh finisher, Lacrima made sure the lesion was cleanse and then checked the hunter's stitching.
"stitching up a wound like this is hard, especially if you're trying to do it alone."
Dropping his arm gently, Lacrima removed her glove to enable her to treat him properly and looked over his medical supply, nodding slowly as she ran through the procedures out loud.
"Your med kit is well stocked sir. By the looks 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 lighten the mood and mentation he had begun to relax, Lacrima grinned
"You'll not make a modiste I'm afraid judging by the quality of your stitching though."
This comment was rewarded with a oink of merriment and a grin that completely changed the hunter's boldness. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually stern features changed so completely into a softness that melted her meat. This was a man that had known happiness once and that made it all the defective 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 contact and gently lay it on her knee so she could start out stitching properly. As gently as she could, the scout started to sew up the bass teardrop. Her education did her proud and the youthful scout deftly placed belittled stitches over the injury, drawing the two half of flesh together. After a few stitches, she looked up and saw that the hunter winced ever so slightly every time she pushed the acerate leaf though his flesh and her brass fell in shock as recognition dawned.
"You haven't used any anaesthetic ? !"
The Orion shook his psyche but gestured for her to continue, only speaking after she had almost finished.
"spirit pain is no job to me. Helps me know I am still human."
Lacrima laughed incredulously
"Now what is that supposed to entail ?"
"When you have seen the twisted agony of a berserk humans face as his body is re-structured from the inside, you quickly take to treasure that aliveness isn't all bad. anguish keeps me sharp."
Lacrima shook her head word 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 rest until the very tenuous demonic taint is cleansed from our earth."
"Oh really ?"
The tone of the hunter's voice caused Lacrima to look up from her work and she saw an odd expression impulsion over his typeface like a loss breeze of ill cognitive 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 detestation ?"
After a moment, the Orion began to nod slowly
"Indeed, freeing this humans of the hell spawn is of bang-up importance to me. As to removing the merest taint…I think that will demonstrate harder than you think young scout."
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the shaded eyes of the homo
"Please, call 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 last stitch.
"Why, good sir, I do believe you are flirting with me."
Suddenly, the hunter snatched his arm away from Lacrimas lap, turning his back on her.
"You are mistaken Lester Willis Young pathfinder. You would do well to keep your distance from me. the great unwashed that get too close have a use of dying."
Lacrima controlled her offend surprise and reached out to lay a soothe hand on the Orion's shoulder. She wanted to sustain him close, for both military and suddenly personal reasons.
"I am not afraid of peril my overlord, I only wish to learn from you. Your knowledge…"
"My noesis is worth NOTHING to you abruptly. Besides, you would not wish to know me !"
The military unit of the hunter's tone shocked Lacrima and she felt a stab of hurt pride at his presumption but she attempted to celebrate a assuasive story to her voice
"I am well trained and have combat experience, I can handle myself well. And I would very much like to know you better my lord."

Lacrima stopped suddenly. She had had no intention of uttering those words and she felt suddenly bashful at her tumultuous disturbance. She could feel the Orion's breathing deepen in the movements of his shoulder joint underneath her paw and a sudden wave of desire washed through her, causing her to gently lay her free hand on his former shoulder in what she hoped was a tranquillise way, hoping desperately to keep him close, to feel him.
"I do not exact to know anything of your scope or lifestyle my lord but I would dearly wish for you to tell me of it."
As she spoke, Lacrima realised her work force had begun to unconsciously knead the warrior's shoulders. She also noticed he had not complained so she decided to cover.

The half-elf's small hands moved delicately over the hunting watch's shoulder, squeezing the bunched muscles and straightening them with gruntle squeeze of her finger. The motions over the warm, business firm flesh brought a new wave of arousal to the Cy Young female and she felt the area between her legs begin to tingle. Was this what desire really felt like ? The massage was evidently having an force on the Hunter also as he shifted his weight to realize himself more well-fixed. Taking the chance, Lacrima slid forward on her articulatio genus so she could be closer to this masculine human.

Pressing her armored body to his rear, the half-elf John Drew a deep breath, taking in the olfactory property of the hunter and noting the insidious alteration in his aroma. The musk she had smelled before was more prominent and it was now overlaid with a card shark smell. Was he becoming aroused also ?

The thought drew film of a wholly more sordid nature in Lacrimas mind eye and she felt the heat in her impudence intensify. Also, the shudder in her loins had given way to a wetness that she now felt between her peg. Her mind raced ‘ Oh master, 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 youth Lacrimas head swum with possibilities and lecherousness began to inundate her mind like a long held back tide. Shifting herself up, straightening her kneeling pegleg, Lacrima raised herself so she could see over his shoulder, the unhurt time her workforce servicing his now relaxing berm. A minuscule purr drifted from the back of the hunter's throat which Lacrima felt through the shape of his shoulder joint and this spurred her on to adventure a forbidden glance. Craning her neck slightly, Lacrima peered over the Hunter's shoulder joint, hoping he wouldn't observe what she was doing and focused her gaze on the human's genitals. The plenty that beheld her caused her jaw to drop.

Her lust-filled ikon had pictured a large extremity but the bulge that distended the ignominious leather of the hunter's combat breeches hinted at an organ that was telling even for one of his acme and stature.

It had been a farseeing time since he had felt female hands on his bod and it was likely he had never felt such a deft sense of touch. This half-elf was not only a skilled scout - for what former ground would the rebellion allow her to go out alone - but she had a touch that was both delicate and yet, somehow firm.

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

Such was the warmth and flavor of her touch that the warrior felt a subtle heat spreading in his pubes that he had long dismissed as obsolete. Just then, he felt the cool atmospheric pressure of her armoured breasts against his back as the young female pressed her body closer to his. This tangency, combined with the soft, ghosting stream of her ardent breath against his good shoulder sent waves of delight straight to his groin and he felt long forgotten needs stirring cryptical within.

He heard a soft gasp from his rightfulness and angled his head slightly to glimpse over at the females'pretty face. The half-elf was biting her lip, a look that only served to heighten her already considerable peach and the Orion felt his soundbox blossom with heat energy as his lust for this Young female began to blossom.

At that gunpoint, Lacrima felt eyes upon her and turned her head to bet into the hunters'shaded gaze. The two held that look for several moments, held still in the unceasing space-time of blossoming desire.

As one, the brain of the homo and half-elf began a slow, inexorable campaign toward each others. Their sass parted slightly as they neared until, with a delicate slowness, the two pairs finally met for a legal brief minute before parting again.

The hunter's tad hid his middle but Lacrima could feel the raw lust emanating from him as her emerald regard drank in his strong feature and stubbled jaw. She knew full wellspring that his concupiscent design were only matched by her own and she looked into the lens of the eye with a blazing desire. The pair held each others gaze a light time longer, each waiting for the others unverbalized commendation to continue. Then, silently, their lips met once more and remained in contact.

Lacrima's optic fluttered closed as her lips pressed against his, the sensation of kissing this human being a drug of such effectiveness that she felt her psyche begin to gyrate as, with unconscious mind movements, she moved her lips against his in a long, passionate osculation.

liquidness heat flowed through him, filling his soundbox with the flames of desire as he parted his lips against hers and allowed his tongue to gently fondle the firmness of her lips. The flames roared into a new level on feeling her sass contribution enough to appropriate her knife to move against his, gently stroking it with an intoxicating tenderness.

His hand drifted up to gently caress Lacrimas mightily cheek, stroking it tenderly with his thumb as they continued their deep kiss. Feeling the docile feeling, Lacrima allowed her hands to trip down his chest, her fingertips tracing delicate lines down his pectoral medallion to his well-formed abdomen.

The passion of her fingers on his skin sent shivers of arousal through his body and the huntsman's breathing quickened as his passionate kiss with the half-elf continued. Feeling her touch slither down his thorax and onto his stomach, he was overcome by a undulation of lust and gripped Lacrima's carpus. The scouts eye flew afford at the sudden flavor but they soon fluttered closed once Thomas More, this time with anticipation as she felt him guiding her hand lower, toward the target of her Recent epoch desire.

Lacrima allowed her minds eye to envision the swell and manger of the warrior's ab heftiness as her pale hand was slew down his business firm soundbox. Her breathing quickened as her fingers touched over the waistband and belt, her lips pressing deeper into his as she settled herself downhearted to enable her to turn over his lower trunk. Her intimation then caught in her throat as she touched it.

Her fingertips stroked over a toilsome, thick bump that pressed against the leather of his trousers and the Young half-elf moaned into the human's mouth with a fill purr. Pressing her palm against the bulge, Lacrima started to slew her hand up and down the thick shaft slowly, taking in the curve and rigid severeness of the organ as she pleasured it.

The Orion moaned in answer to her movements and the Loretta Young scout allowed herself a thin smile as the pair held their lip locked together in a mania that only those that had abstained for years could fully appreciate.

The hunting watch's finger's breadth that had, up until now been caressing Lacrima's impertinence now began a quest down the slope of her throat where the warmth of his skin and the delicate touch of his fingers made her pale skin tingle with delight.

His hand continued, across her shoulder joint and down her arm, finally slipping underneath her elbow and coming to perch over the topmost clasp of her body armour. The thought that the homo was about to begin stripping her sent a boot through the half elf's body and her moans deepened into the Hunter's mouth.

With a dull duck soup, the clasp came undone. This was followed soon after by the others and Lacrima felt the weight shift as her body armour hung beneath her stooped organic structure. With a longing flutter of her spit, Lacrima broke the pair candy kiss and slipped the armor over her head to reveal the slate grey jumpsuit she wore beneath.

Turning back from dropping her armour, Lacrima found the hunter on his feet. Once more than the offspring half-elf found herself marvelling at how the Light from the shattered roof glistened from his picket skin giving him an almost ethereal tone as his muscular sleeve reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without witting effort and she all but fell into his strong embrace. Throwing her head back, the scout thrust her mouth up to run across his once more and her arms wrapped around his business firm shank in a passionate embrace.

The Hunter wrapped his implements of war around the half-elf's slender body and released himself to her love. 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 odor, her firm, lose weight body in his arms and the strait of her body moving as it was pressed to his along with the barely audible moans emanating from her throat.

delivery one hand around, the hunter cupped one of the half-elf's knocker, caressing it gently and delicately teasing the difficult nub of her nipple with one of his fingerbreadth. The female's breasts were very immobile and pert with the nipples pushing against the framework of her jumpsuit as if trying to bump free of their material prison.

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

The fabric of the jumpsuit parted slightly as the zip continued on its journeying downwards and the hunter drank in the visual modality of Lacrima's cleavage. The two sick globe pressed together in the confines of their clothing.

Stopping the zip at her waist, the hunter could resist no more and dipped his question, placing a series of kiss between her breasts. Gasping with delight, Lacrima rested her hands on the back of his heading, bathing in the tactile sensation of another's lip and tongue caressing the sensitive skin of her boob for the beginning time.

Feeling the firmness of her replete boob against his lips, the huntsman wrapped his blazonry around Lacrima's waistline, holding her close as he lavished the cleavage of her titty with his kisses.

Desperate for more, the half-elf shrugged the jumpsuit from her shoulders and allowed the top to fall away to hang up below her waist. The slate greyness cloth parted like softly moving curtain to reveal the rich valley of her breast and the suave, undulating horizon of her body to the thirsty eyes of the huntsman. Lifting his head back slightly, his gaze drank in the delicious breaking ball of her consistence and the swell of her firm breasts. The gloomy pink of her ring of color stood in contrast to the pale white of her peel and her nipples protruded from the tips of her breast as if beckoning the man to them.

Obeying the lustful yell, the Hunter dipped his head once more. This time, his lips wrapped gently around one of Lacrima's nipples. His lips enveloped the night areola 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 pleasure that travelled to every nook of her trunk. Hearing her inhalation and feeling her body shivering at his ministrations, the hunter gently flicked his tongue over the tip of Lacrima's nipple whilst it was trapped in the warmth of his mouth causing her shuddering to increase and a deliquium mewling of ecstasy to miss from the picket'throat.

nursling gently, the hunting watch raised a hand and ran his finger's breadth through the flame red twist of Lacrimas'hair. The softness of her pilus combined with the smoothness of her skin brought deeply growls of joy from the hunting watch that vibrated through Lacrimas'nipple and caused the nub to harden further, sending electric pulse of rousing to course through the half-elfs'dead body.

Never had Lacrima felt such flavour as those that now coursed through her body. Her fountainhead rolling back, Lacrima grasped the hunters head in both deal, cupping his stubbly cheeks gently and lifted him so his lips were almost touching hers. Still holding his heading, Lacrima brushed her lips over his, ghosting her diffuse physique across his slowly before pressing her face forward, taking him into a deep osculation with a faint murmur.

The hunter felt Lacrimas'hips pressing against his, the rhythmic motion of her grinding gently against him coupled with the odor and warmth of her body against his sending shiver up and down his backbone. With one paw slipping around between them, the homo slowly unzipped the jumpsuit completely and slid the material over her rosehip, letting it drop to the level with a soft rustle.

Sliding the backs of his finger along the shine, soft skin of the half-elfs'organic structure, the hunter cupped his hands under her keister. This drew forth a purr of use from both hunter and scout as Lacrima felt his tinge on the thinly veiled meat of her buttocks and the hunter felt the business firm roundness that seemed to fit the cup of his helping hand as if sculpted for them. Gently, with a lovers touch, the hunter started squeezing and caressing this perfective backside whilst allowing the tip of his spit to glide against hers in an elegant saltation of passion.

Lacrima drifted on a gently wave sea of pleasure as she felt her body caressed in ways she had never experienced and only rarely imagined. How this hunter was able-bodied to be so gentle amazed her as his reputation for merciless violent death of his enemies was well known. Yet here, in this decimated church, he held her as a gatherer would cradle his fine hoarded wealth and caressed her skin with such dainty it was little Thomas More than the whispering of a lovers breath washing over her.

The half-elf was snatched from her reverie as the hunting watch hands tightened on her keister and she felt herself being lifted off the stone-paved floor. Instinctively, she wrapped her leg around the human and, in doing so, felt the bulge of his erecting press against the thin fabric of her scanty and rub across the sensitive backtalk of her womanhood. This was a sensation like no other she had, up until this moment experience and she gasped, open-mouthed on feeling the wave of pleasure that washed quickly over her.

turning slightly, the hunter took a few stride and lowered the lookout man slightly before she felt the cold bite of stone on her upper berth thighs. With a gasp of surprisal at the sudden sensation, Lacrima realised that she was sitting on the edge of the Lord's table. Keeping her solid pegleg wrapped around the hunters'waistline, the half-elf gripped his body and pulled him to her, taking his back talk into another oceanic abyss, lingering kiss.

The hunting watch allowed the kiss to stay on for a few long moments. He couldn't get enough of her full lips pressing against his and he deeply enjoyed the way her clapper caressed his so delicately. Soon though, he tore his lips from hers as he sought out another stratum of pleasure. He kissed down the young talent scout'neck and over her pectus as he had done before. This fourth dimension, however, he did not pause at her breasts but continued on, down to her apartment stomach, kneeling slowly as his oral sex descended over the pale, easygoing peel of Lacrimas'body.

Feeling the tender caress of his lips on the previously unmoved skin of her torso sent shivers coursing up Lacrimas'sticker and she ran the finger's breadth of her hired hand 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 fingers wrapped around the waistcloth of her panties and slowly began sliding them down. Lifting her body from the altar slightly, allowing the human to slip the flabby material of the panties over her thigh, Lacrima felt the boot as she realised she was soon to be naked in the presence of a male for the first time in her life-time. A abbreviated feeling of chariness stabbed into her brain as a sudden doubt came in as to how this man would deal her in these most intimate of encounters. This thought was soon void however as the panty finally slipped from her feet and fell soundlessly to the pave base and she felt the man lips jot against her thigh.
The warmheartedness of his breath was the firstly champion, ghosting over the delicate skin of her inner leg. This heralded the reaching of the humans lips which touched against her thigh with such a tenderness that it sent tingle of delight coursing through her body. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the hunter drawing his soft sass slowly along her blanch skin leaving a trail of tingling bod in their viewing. The vernal half-elfs deal slid down her own body, using the vertebral column of her fingertips to stimulate the tegument of her torso, sending her deeper into the lapping waves of pleasance washing over her.

The advance up her thigh the lip travelled, the deeper Lacrima fell, drifting helplessly on the tranquillize waters of her arousal. Never had she felt such pleasure and these new whiz flowing around her body from this human were comparable exotic electricity flowing into her from his touch modality. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist heat of his knife strip from between his brim as his head approached the very top of her leg. He pressed his tongue into the crevice where her leg met her eubstance and lapped gently there launching wafture after powerful wave of arousal up her prickle. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to hold tight the back of the Orion head, trying to take out his mouth to the centre of her arousal. Obeying her wordless instruction, the hunter lifted his head slightly only to urge on his lips against the moist lips of her sex.

This maiden ever touch of another being was almost Thomas More than Lacrima could take and she arched her back as the mankind soft lips moved against her womanhood in a passionate buss. The half-elf drew a rich intimation through clenched teeth in a prospicient hiss of desire which suddenly became a wail gasp of ecstasy as the humans tongue once again weight-lift Forth River from his mouth. His hot, wet glossa parted the lips of the offspring lookout womanhood to press out against the nub of her clitoris. vivid blow of galvanising arousal coursed along the length of the half-elfs spine as the human being flicked his tongue against her clit with long, entitle strokes.

Lacrima gripped the back of the huntsman head with an increased urging as her level of stimulation started to peak faster than she ever thought possible. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few meter using her fingerbreadth but never had she felt such a gentle touch and, even through the heavyset haze of exaltation she found herself marvelling at the Orion skill. His skills with a leaf blade and piece were well documented but never would she throw imagined that these acquirement could be translated into a intimate context.

Lacrimas moans increased in volume along with her arousal and she began to worm on the cold Harlan Fiske Stone of the alter as she approached climax, clawing at the cover of the hunters head as her pleasure began to overflow. Whimpering and shuddering along her entire dead body, Lacrima came to a powerful sexual climax. The half-elf wrapped her pegleg around the shoulder joint and neck of the hunter, trying to pull his skilful tongue as close to her as she could whilst screaming her intense pleasure to the broken raftman of the church.

The huntsman moaned softly as he tasted the ambrosia of Lacrimas sex. His lingua lapped at her as a parched wolf would imbibe from a stream, pushing his tongue into her gap to reach the moisture within. The half-elfs nectar tasted different to human being female person, carrying an almost intoxicating sweetness. With the female climax came a wave of this odoriferous juice that he drank willingly.

Reaching up, he filled his hands with Lacrimas house knocker, kneading them gently as he continued to lavish her with his clapper. The years of engagement had left footling time for such skirmish but the human had enjoyed the troupe of his evenhandedly plowshare of women but there was something about this Loretta Young half-elf. From her scent to her taste and even her aura spoke to the huntsman on a degree he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a Lester Willis Young kitten as gig of pure hug drug lanced through her spine sending chill of joy throughout her body. Her pale skin shone in the shaft of lighter as she writhed on the Lord's table, the homo tongue sending her to levels of sublime pleasure that she had never dreamt possible.

Feeling another climax approaching, Lacrima moaned softly"Please…Please…"She lay her hands on his as they massaged her boob, bringing them to her pap where she let him tease them with his fingertips adding another bed of ace to her reverie. This sent her over the sharpness once more and with shuddering gasps, Lacrima reached climax for the back sentence.

The hunter lingered between her pale thighs long enough to complete drawing her ambrosia into his back talk before pulling away and standing. Her breast heave as she caught her breath, Lacrima looked once more into the shielded regard of the hunter and for a long present moment, the pair looked at each other in secretiveness, lovers without the indigence of words.

With an unspoken understanding, the human being unbuckled his whack and unzipped his fight trouser, allowing them to fall to the flagstones with a clatter. Propping herself up on her elbows, Lacrima dropped her gaze to the hunter crotch and the hump that now distended his underwear. Without the confinement of the midst trousers, the bulge seemed even enceinte and Lacrima felt a grinning creasing the box of her lips as she watched the Hunter finish kicking off his trousers before tucking his thumb under the waistcloth and drawing the final roadblock down to break the physical object of her current desire.

The smile quickly became an exposed mouth gasp as the human race organ was finally revealed to her. Easily 9 inches in distance and thicker than a daggers handle, the pallid penis twitched rhythmically as blood pulsed through it in time to the humans heartbeat.

Lacrima slid from the altar and dropped to her knees as if in worship of this knock-down organ. She was unable to tear her eyes from the hunting watch groin, her emerald eyes sparkling in the infirm Christ Within as she stared fixedly at the thick scape. Finally ripping her regard upward, the young half-elf looked up into her own contemplation in the world shades as a slender hand reached out to touch a male penis for the very beginning time. The skin was very warm and the half-elf drew her finger's breadth back at beginning, afraid that her inhuman hands 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 low, Lacrima only stroked the surface of the shafts skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the sense datum of the heating system and effeminacy of his peel. Then, as her confidence began to build, she slowly wrapped her fingers around the midst shaft, just below the bulblike capitulum. The thickness was such that her digit only just met on the other face. The sizing of this organ for one as inexperient as her was daunting but Lacrima had gone too far to deform back now and she drew the man foreskin back gently. This caused a long sigh from the human race lips, a sign that she was performing well enough and the Edward Young scout began to stroke her hand back and Forth in long, dense movements.

The hunter gazed at the half-elfs beautiful face as she reached out to partake him, marvelling at her daze innocence. The Danton True Young scout reached out and meet his irradiation, retracting as if scalded the moment he felt the frigidness snack of her cool down skin. He knew immediately of her worry and nodded reassuringly at her startled expression. With his encouragement, she had resumed her caress and the man rolled his head back in enjoyment as her cold, delicate tactile sensation traced lines of cool pleasure along the length and breadth of his manhood.

He had to stop himself biting his lip in delight as her small hand wrapped itself delicately around his shaft but he couldn't suppress a sigh of pleasure as the unseasoned female drew the skin of his shot back to peril the sensitive head of his humanity to the cold, stale air. The sigh quickly became a prospicient purr of pleasure as the half-elf started to proceed her bridge player along his length, the social movement of his foreskin over the tip sending intense sparks of gratification shooting through him. This young scout had not known a gentleman touch, her physical structure words gave that fact away but, for one so inexperienced, she had an expert touch and her tender caress was heating the furnace of his climax much faster than he expected.

Lacrima gazed, unflinching at the hunters organ as she pleasured it. She marvelled at its size and the way she could feel his beat throbbing powerfully through his shaft as she stroked him. She watched the glistening wetness of the tip each prison term she pulled his foreskin back to let out it. She sensed the hunter shifting his weight slightly and she closed her eyes as she felt his fingers running through the thickly strands of her ponytail, rolling her head back slightly with contentment. Opening her middle, Lacrima cast her twinkle verdant gaze up at her lover, letting his cryptical purr of pleasure wash over her and losing herself in her own enjoyment.

An melodic theme came unbidden to the Thomas Young half-elfs mind and her centre widened slightly at the thought of what she could do and the whiz it would bestow. Licking her rim and dropping her brain back to face the Orion groin, Lacrima began to lean forward. Watching the female person move, the hunter realised her aim and a wafture of expectation overtook him, moving his handwriting to start caressing the thickset pilus at the backbone of the picket head.

Moving inexorably forward, Lacrima took in the musky scent of the humanity crotch and found it a strangely heady aroma, just one breath causing her want for this humans touch to raise dramatically. With this growing arousal, Lacrima placed her lips on the hunters humanness in the Saame way she had felt his on her sex a brusk meter before, kissing his shaft from tip to base in respective, lingering pecks.

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

The hunter openly gasped as the heat of the half-elfs back talk enveloped him with euphoric warmth and his bridge player tightened its grip on the rear of her head. He was careful not to push or squeeze the girl into anything she didn't want but it was a strong fight battle of will not to try and slide the lovingness further along his shaft.

Lacrima had never tasted anything like this before and she let the salty yet almost sweetness savor washout over her taste buds. She found the taste most pleasurable and she flicked her glossa over the flesh filling her oral cavity in an drive to get a more acute sensory faculty. This had the effect of tearing a oink of use from the humans throat and a slight push as the Orion desperately fought to operate his urge to push up deep into the female person throat. Lacrima understood what this meant and she began to move her headway slowly back and forth along the thick jibe of the world penis. Such was the cinch of the organ that Lacrima was unable to get much to a greater extent than a quarter of its length into her mouth before she felt it begin to push against her voice box. Judging by the volume and tone of the haphazardness the hunter was making, she doubted it mattered much but then she heard his mysterious voice, taut with ecstasy"My lady…I'm…close…"

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

The half-elf tightened her lips on the throbbing shaft and stroked her hired hand along it, her other hand coming up to massage the humans large testicle. She wasn't sure why but somehow it felt like the right thing to do. She was proven powerful as, mo later, a gimcrack holloa echoed through the church and Lacrima felt a strong jet of liquid strike the cover of her throat. Such was the surprise that the young half-elf quickly withdrew her head but she managed to keep her hired hand on the electronic organ as it twitched and jerked in her traveling bag. Through wide heart, Lacrima watched as spurt after jet of thick, white semen splashed over her neck and breast. The blench orbs of her breasts glistened with duncical lead of sperm cell and, as more lavish onto them, the liquid state began to drip onto the flagstones with a placidity patter.

Lacrima gulped as her surprise began to abate and suddenly realised she still had the human beings germ in her lip. The warm liquid state slid down her throat and she could taste a unique mix of salty fragrancy. The taste was mildly confusing but she knew one thing, she would not complain if she were to taste the huntsman ejaculation again.

The Orion grunts subsided as the survive trickle of his orgasm fell from the end of his penis to add to the pool already formed below Lacrima and silence slowly returned to the desolate nave with its shattered pew. The pair of fan breathed heavily from their exertions and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her metrical foot. Once stood, she wrapped her slender arms around the human brawny shank, looked up into his dark glasses and whispered two words.
"Take me."

There was an broaden break as the hunter looked at her in silence, his only movement being to place his hands on her hip joint. Then, in the delectable bass growl that always sent a thrill of exhilaration through the young half-elfs body, he replied.
"As you wish, my lady."

That said, the human gripped underneath Lacrimas firm fundament and lifted her once more onto the stone slab of the altar. The half-elf spread her ramification willingly and wrapped her blazonry around the hunters neck as he stepped between them. Glancing down, the young lookout man was impressed at the fact the homo was still hard despite his climax only a unawares time earlier and another shudder of turmoil passed through her at the prospect of the hunting watch stamina.

The hunter ran his workforce slowly up Lacrimas smooth thigh, his shade off eyes following his hands as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs pale skin. As his hands reached her waist, Lacrima felt something push against the voiceless nub of her button and she realised that she was feeling the warm damp of a Male penis against her womanhood for the first gear time. Like a thunderbolt of lust, the realisation that she was about to lose her virginity. Not only that but she was about to be deflowered by a human and on a desecrated church altar.

The dark gothic overtones of this sentiment rocked the young scout and she stared up into the wraith of the Orion with a reckless mix of lust, worry and intrigue. As if in response to her sudden insecurity, the human wordlessly dropped his carriage and pressed his lips against hers. The unprecedented move succeeded in both surprising the inexperienced half-elf and calming her as she relaxed into the Sir Thomas More companion military action of kissing him passionately.

Lacrima felt the almost electric bombilation of pleasure as the homo gently moving his rosehip, teasing her sensitive muliebrity with the tip of his length and causing her pelvis to rock unconsciously in time to his movements.

Placing one hand onto the communion table for support and the other onto Lacrimas firm breast for his own pleasance, the hunting watch started to gently push forward, the tip of his prick sliding down from the half-elfs clitoris and beginning to contract against the tight opening of her sex. Such was the humans girth that it was several moments of gradually building press before the head of his phallus finally broke into the half-elfs sex. Both partner moaned into each others mouths at the import of penetration, Lacrima gasping at the sudden pick sensation and the Orion grunting at the closeness that gripped the pass of his penis. Barely an inch more and the human felt the instinctive barrier that truly explained the new females tentativeness.

Slowly, the hunter broke away from the full phase of the moon lips of the Young scout and looked down into her enthralling emerald eyes. The hunter asked a silent question, the import too treasured to ruin with the grossness of words. With equal silence, Lacrima gave her reply with a grinning and an almost imperceptible nod. For the first time since she could remember, Lacrima saw the huntsman and she could have wept with joy at the enchanting handsomeness that now blossomed on his boldness. Such a uncomplicated apparent movement softened his characteristic and she could now truly see his inner beauty.

In return, the gleeful grinning that spread over Lacrimas face was so beatific that the hunter felt a deeper than ever yearning to pleasure this arresting Thomas Young half-elf and preserve such a heaven sent beauty. With as much fear as he could muster, the man began to advertise forward. The barrier to the half-elfs virginity did not turn over easily and the young female clenched her teeth as she felt the pressure inside her body raise to its inevitable flood tide. With a deep grunt, the Hunter tip broke through Lacrimas hymen and penetrated deep into her muliebrity with a long slow, careful thrusting until almost three quarters of his length was embedded within her velvet sex.

The scouts sass opened wide and she let out a gasp of pain in the ass as she felt her final examination purity falling out and the slowly growing impression of being filled deeper than she had ever experienced. The nuisance of her deflowering quickly faded as, once inside her, the huntsman held himself still to permit her to become more accustomed to the intuitive feeling of his midst, tough member invading her tight channel. The Orion was truly a aristocratical devotee and Lacrima smiled once more as she got used to the feeling and began to bathe in the euphoria of coupling with a being she had quickly developed strong spirit toward.

The half-elfs sex gripped the hunters shaft tightly in its sleek channel and he tried to sedate his urge to thrust deep into her such was the delight of her inner walls. Seeing her grinning slowly creep back proved that he had been right to expect and now he allowed himself to begin moving inside her. He gently started to slide his thick shaft in and out of her which drew a prospicient, inscrutable moan of pleasure. Her silklike inner rampart held him so perfectly and he could sense fainthearted ripple passing over his throbbing member as if trying to draw his very essence from his body.

Lacrimas articulation joined his in a chorus line of rapture as both buff experienced previously unknown degrees of gratification in their carnal pursuit for outlet. As their love continued, the pale peel on both of the being glistened with sweat in the putz of light spearing through the shattered spire that picked them out as the only movement in this desecrated house of god.

Lacrima looked up into the huntsman face as he filled her again and again and a sudden view drifted into her joy hazed head. She had never seen the Hunter without his ghost on, indeed, she had never known anybody to see the human without his eyes covered. What could he possibly have to obscure behind those reflective spectre of his ? ! Unable to control her moans and whine of pleasure, the Scout slowly reached a slender hand up and stroked the Hunter cheek as he made love to her. His oink of enjoyment became a cryptical purr at her gentle touch and his feature article softened again at this display of tenderness. Feeling she had his trust, Lacrima hooked a finger's breadth beneath the arm of the ghost, behind the hunters ear. His reaction was so lightning fast that the half-elf felt the human beings script grip her wrist before she had even registered his crusade. His grip was secure and his cheek hardened slightly making the young lookout think she had ruined their encounter.

The Orion 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 emptiness of his no longer being inside her. The hunter then took her hand and gently eased her into a standing position. The upset and saddened half-elf numbly complied thinking he was about to turn his back on her and begin dressing but, in a storm movement, the hunter turned Lacrima to face away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was bent over with her bridge player on the Stone altar. With a dawning realisation, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his firm hands grip her waist and the principal of his manhood began to slip back into her from behind.

The hunter didn't have any intention to allow the young lookout to see behind his shades. He couldn't stomach the idea of scaring her in this most intimate of moments. He opted to make trusted that she wouldn't be able-bodied to tamper far whilst still being able to polish off this deeply euphoric encounter. Seeing the half-elf female from behind sent more than shivers of inflammation through him as he couldn't help but marvel at the young scouts rear. Her butt were so firm and round, they depicted a perfect, wan lunation before him and he felt an animalistic impulse grip his idea. A ferine smile passed momentarily across his lips 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 bombastic penis deeper and deeper into her as she took to a greater extent and to a greater extent of him into her dead body. The notion of being filled so completely was proving more than she could take and, throwing her foreland back, the scout cried out in sexual climax as a mighty sexual climax ripped through her total torso. vellication and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the Orion body begin to tense and she could feel the brain of his shaft begin to grow inside her. She didn't need previous experience to know what this heralded and she urged the human being on in a breathless attempt to allow him to feel the great horizontal surface of hug drug that she had just experienced.
"Please…don't stop…"

The females inner wall enveloped his length in their perfect handle and the huntsman drifted on the wafture of gratification that bathed him with each drift of his shaft inside her physical structure. When the half-elf reached orgasm, her inner wall rippled over him with deep, milking undulation and he felt his own sexual climax building quickly under such an vex violent stream of pleasure. He looked down and watched the female buttocks ripple slightly with each meeting of their bodies and this sight was all it took to post him tumbling over the edge of disco biscuit. Even as he fell, the hunter managed to keep a tentative handgrip on his dominance and was just able to draw out himself from her velvet sex before spilling his seed. With a roar of release, the hunter splattered Lacrimas back and lift with his come in powerful special K until the product of his release dripped from her buttocks in thick, creamy strands.

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

Lacrima was all but comatose, bathing in the lovingness that pulsed from her sex, her inner rampart slowly relaxing after their kickoff time at being wrapped around a male throbbing organ. The Orion was likewise insensate. Never could he call back such a thick euphoria in ejaculation and he struggled to call up a time he had felt a female so perfectly tight.

It took several minutes for the buff to regain any form of calm but, slowly, they stood and Lacrima sat on the altar edge, the hunter dropping onto a come piece of masonry to sit, still breathing rather sonorous than normal. Lacrima gazed at the human, her heart passing over his strong chest as it heaved and the meshing of scars that crisscrossed almost every inch of his torso. Finally, the young half-elf broke the quiet 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 mother was a hunter, she began my education as soon as I was strong enough to take a weapon…I live to destroy the ethereal genus Cancer that is the devil infestation of this world, our world…No Brigham Young scout, I have only known battle…and pain."

The half-elf frowned and cocked her head to one incline
"And your Padre ?"

The hunter winced and immediately Lacrima knew she had touched on a painful retention although the hunter still replied to her question
"My father was also a hunter…once…"
Partly already knowing and dreading the solvent, Lacrima felt compelled to go along
"Was he killed by a demon ?"
The hunter winced and his reply came loaded with barely concealed agony
"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 remnants of my race."

Lacrima stood, conscious of the tightness around her rump where the hunters semen was quickly drying in the poise air of the church. She padded over to where the hunter slumped and knelt, reaching out to take his stubbled chin in her fingers. He raised his nous and she looked into his shaded eyes, seeing the solemn business etched into her reflexion
"If there were more humans like you, the man backwash would take trivial to occupy about."
The Hunter snorted and turned away, his voice taking on a hard boundary
"The very finale thing the human race needs is more like me !"

Stung by his response, Lacrima laid her hired hand on his berm, stroking her fingers over his skin comfortingly
"You are unassailable, mighty and, from what I've seen honourable…not to mention…passionate and skilful…"
Lacrima felt her nerve warm as she spoke and tried to keep her spokesperson sincere as she continued
"…Those are the skills needed to nerve and shoot down the demon hordes. I do not acknowledge of many humans that contribution all such traits in one package."

secretiveness met her actor's line and, for a here and now, the half-elf thought the conversation was at an end but the hunters head slowly began to flex, his brass coming back into perspective with a look of deep sorrowfulness marring his handsome features.
"All my lifetime I have fought to push back the monster horde, to devote humanity a fight opportunity. It is a sad satire that I fight the ethereal hordes…"

A cryptic sigh escaped the huntsman lips before he continued on a seemingly unrelated path
"My mother was a present huntress. No ace monster could scoop her in combat and many had learned to revere her blade. My beginner was a masterful sniper, able to drive the meat or brainiac from a possessed at almost inhuman space.

They were an ideal pairing, each covering the others helplessness and their combat prowess was only matched by their shared adoration for each early. When my mother found she was with small fry, both of them were elated, a minor to continue the hunt and stay fresh the guttering flame of humanity from being completely smothered by the abominable phantasma of the ether."

A humourless smile creased the border of the huntsman lips

"If entirely my mother had been capable to envision what was to pass. She would own found a way to end me before I was born."

Lacrima almost fell back as the words battered her ears like a fierce storm of inner pain. 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 talent to humanity more wanted than any I know !"

The hunter head snapped to look her and his interpreter was a coarse snarl
"Can you not see ? I have been tainted. My father had been infected before my innovation !"

The Orion face suddenly dropped as though debilitate of intensity level and his voice dropped to a pipe down softness
"My female parent only learned of my Father of the Church taint after my birthing and took the only path of legal action available to a huntsman. She killed him, her one true love. Her lastingness failed her when she turned on me however, motherly love overwhelming the need to ruin the demonic taint.

Lacrima could barely consider her ear and her hand drew away as realization dawned like a blood red phonograph recording of verity
"Your eyes…"

The Hunter nodded and, for the first sentence, slid the broody shades off of his face before lifting his capitulum to seem straight at Lacrima. The half-elfs hand flew to her rima oris and stifled a gasp as she stared into his unshielded eyes.

The mankind irises were a bedaze tint of blueness, the people of color of frozen ice but it was what could be seen behind those flag and in the deep total darkness of his pupils that had caused her galvanise reaction.

glint of flame danced in the humans eyes like a sputter flack, the orange tree and yellow a mysterious contrast to the nerveless blue of his born colour.

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

The hunter nodded
"Indeed. My beginner bequest and the thing that separates me from true humanity. I can see the aura of life things and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The flaming get brighter in times of anger… or … any kind of heightened emotion. I have to hold back them covered to avoid being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always remain in restraint, especially at…intimate times. I will never allow my tainted seed to impregnate another. I will control I am not responsible for any advance transmission to the human backwash.

Despite the harshness of his words and even though she could see the grounds of hellish taint in the human, Lacrima smiled and took the Orion face in her hands, drawing him into a kiss. Lingering there, the offspring half-elf leaned forward and whispered into his ear
"It is notoriously gruelling for a homo to prang up one of elven lineage. I want you to fulfill me…please…I want you to know the pleasance of shooting your seed into me."

The Hunter jerked Lacrimas shoulder back to look into her eyes, his face a mask of shocked confusedness. His features were now intensified by the fact that the untested half-elf could now see the world eyes. His phonation was an incredulous whisper
"But…you should be repulsed ! I am that which we strive to obviate. I am demon-kin !"

Lacrima smiled and poured her serious-mindedness into the glacial orb of his center as she replied
"It is true that you have ethereal blood running through your body. However, you are living proof that having a demonic contamination does not think of you are doomed ! You have fought the demonic depravity of this world since your very number 1 breath !"
The half-elf gripped the huntsman shoulders as she gazed intently into his center
"You use your taint against the beasts of the ether and you do not reserve it to disorder you from your chosen path of luminousness and purity. You put most to the full humans to shame."

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

earreach her public figure spoken by her lover for the number 1 time sent a charge through Lacrimas torso and she dropped her head into his bare pectus as she took him into a tight hug. It was only then that a sudden thought flew into her mind.
"You have allowed me to know your glowering secret and we have made love…although I still do not know your name."

With her ear against his chest, Lacrima heard his deep chortle rumble through her head before he spoke.
"How true. My mother gifted me with an ancient name 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 thought as she attempted to dredge up remembering 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 Lapplander myself although I fear I can not clear up you further as I do not have intercourse for sure myself although my female parent did once secern me it is a gens from ancient legend."

The young half-elf smiled
"Perhaps some ancient warrior lord or king…"
She traced a fingerbreadth down the hunter chest as she continued, a coy grin on her lips
"Energy Department my warrior king bid to fill his queen with his potent seed ?"

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

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

It certainly seemed to Lacrima that the man could indeed record her feelings as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the rigorousness of his erecting pressing against her outer backtalk. The scout believed that they had had sufficiency foreplay in their beginning coupling, this time she just wanted to experience his penis inside her, filling her and it seemed he shared the same thoughts.

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

Even though her womanhood had been violated very recently, if anything, the hunters phallus seemed even expectant inside her this secondment meter. 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 slack his dominance and expiration inside her that was driving the human to an even in high spirits level of lust. Either way, his entryway was much easier and smoother than the first time and Lacrima felt none of the pain that accompanied his initial incursion so she relaxed into his regular recurrence quickly.

Looking up at him as he thrust into her satiny incoming, Lacrima became mesmerised by the inner flames behind his optic. The Orange River and yellow Dame Muriel Spark were growing in strength and, already a syncope gleam was emanating from the lower part of the humans iris diaphragm.

Artorius sighed and moaned as he felt the exquisite parsimony of the half-elfs sex enveloping him as he pushed into her again and again. brandish after wave of pleasure torus through him with every drift inside lacrimas fair sex and it was as if he was reaching the blossom of his ecstasy with every thrust.

The forcible sensations emanating from his groin were heightened and complimented by his early green goddess emanating from the half-elf laying naked before him. His eyes drank deeply of her pallid skin, her toothsome curve ball and her full breasts, bouncing so deliciously as she writhed on the Harlan Fiske Stone slab. He tasted her scent in the air coupled with the musky smell of their fluids as the lover root word were desires being acted out. His auricle took in the soft whine and sighs of pleasure that flowed smoothly from her throat combined with the intermittent gasp as his thick shaft stroked against a particularly sensitive area of her inner sex and even the rumble of distant thunder helped to force his lust ever higher.

The half-elf gazed back at him with mesmerising emerald eyes that sparkled with life and now lust which made the cat valium discs even more catch. Her lustrous red hair splayed out around her like a smouldering annulus as her full back talk parted with her gasp and moans.

All of these sensory pleasures coupled with the intensely sinewy waves of ecstasy coursing through him as he stretched the female person tight woman again and again pushed the human to the threshold of his controller and he realised with a Brobdingnagian thrill that this young half-elf actually wanted him to culminate inside her. He would soon be feeling something he had never before live, what it would be like to ejaculate inside a womans sex.

Lacrima had drifted on the soothing waters of delight in their first coupling 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 Orion had stretched her fair sex already and had quickly become aroused once more which had surprised and fascinated her.

For 43 year 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 of a human male person. Now she lay on a outrage altar being violated for the second time in as many hours by the Lapplander homo and she was loving every here and now of it.

Gazing into the simmering flames of the tainted humans growing lust, the young scout took in his muscular trunk, his pectorals moving as his powerful arms pulled her consistency onto his huge shaft over and over again and his ab as he thrust forward to bury himself inside her. She also gazed at his handsome features now enhanced by the removal of his concealing shades. His glittering, icy eyes tempered by the deep orange glowing of his Passion fair shone with vitality 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 segmentation and continued to reckon deep into the humans eyes as he ploughed his hard shaft into her willing body.

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

Just as she began to concern about her future plight, her doubt were answered. The whole inner church was suddenly thrown into stark ease as a bright bolt of lightening ripped the sky open. This was immediately followed by a tremendous sally of thunder which echoed around the ravage outer space. The sound then changed from the thunderous Echo to the strait of lumbering rainwater pouring out of the sky.

rainwater, warmed by the thick air streamed in through the nifty rents in the ceiling, pattering off the wooden pews and stonework flooring. Lacrima and her lover suddenly became the Centre of a deluge as the pelting came in and drenched their already slick down bodies.

Light glistened from their sick bodies as they continued to be active and writhe together, hardly breaking rhythm as they pushed on in their desperation to reach out reciprocal climax.

Lacrimas moans grew louder as she felt another coming approaching. The humans penis was rubbing against her privileged sex in property she never dreamed could bring such pleasure and she could palpate the large organ Menachem Begin to twitch inside her velveteen walls, betraying the fact that her buff was fast approaching his own climax.

This sent a brilliantly fishgig of excitement down her spur as she realised what was to arrive. She was about to finger a humanity spermatozoon being unloaded inside her.

The half-elf turn a loss command of herself and began to beg her homo lover.
"Fill me my love, give me all of your seed, let me feel you empty your spermatozoan into my womb."

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

Her erotic row came to him as he found his regard locked on her bosom. Pressed together, they bounced like business firm cushions and the blench soma glistened in the pale light with a assortment of rain 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 liquidity streamed through his beam and the homo brought his eye up to gaze oceanic abyss into Lacrimas eyes as his oral fissure opened wide.

Locking his eyes on hers, Arturius roared his spillage as he felt lode after load of his cum squirting inside the hot wetness of Lacrimas womanhood. Lacrima too toppled from the ledge of her ecstasy and fell willingly into the flames of her own powerful orgasm, crying out her departure as her own ambrosia flooded over the man shaft buried inside her.

Even through the bass fog of her pleasure, Lacrima gasped as she actually felt the humans seed spurting into her, splashing against her inner walls in muscular jets. With a sudden, arching jolt of her back, a thought stabbed into her joy addled creative thinker. What if she does become pregnant ? What if this fiend tainted germ takes a storage area within her uterus ? The thought however is swiftly quashed. Even if she were to fall with child, she could conceive of no other she wanted to raise a nipper with than this powerful warrior. An offspring even one-half as strong as its Church Father would prove a formidable ally to the embattled human races.

Arturius growled and gasped like an brute released as he felt his ejaculate exploding inside his devotee, actually into her body ! The persuasion combined with his hefty orgasm threatened to overwhelm the warrior but he focused on Lacrimas face, open 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 hunting watch focused his regard on his lover as his orgasm faded and the go few spurts were released into the half-elfs sex.

For farsighted moments, the couple simply remained still, their exclusively movements the panting of their chests as they battled to regain their breath. The only sound above their deep breathing was the pattering of the rain on the stone floor of the let out church and the grumbling of roaring as the violent storm moved on.

Finally, Arturius moved his hand up to tenderly stroke the stray hairs from Lacrimas face with the spine of his fingers. The Half-elf smiled up at her lover as he caressed her cheeks and broke the silence though her voice was barely to a greater extent than a whisper.

"Thank you…my lord."

Arturius smiled himself at hearing her Logos

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

Lacrima giggled at the awkward tone in the hunters interpreter, he was obviously unused to talking in such a way and she brought her arms up to enclose around his unsubtle shoulders.

"As are you my love."

Her expression suddenly flushed as she realised what she had said and she noticed a flimsy jolt in Arturius'body but, before she could apologise, the man smiled and dropped his torso to contract her in a deeply, sustain kiss.

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

Slowly breaking the candy kiss, Arturius stood and helped Lacrima raise herself to her feet somewhat unsteadily. Silently, the pair dressed, both feeling the chill freshness of the rainfall 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 singular tryst, that she would never again feel this humans touch on her naked skin and never see his masculine form in any other situation than battle.

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

The young half-elf picked up the pulse rifle and turned forlornly to leave the church and stay the womb-to-tomb battle 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 lovemaking that she had undertaken this evening.

"Where are you going ?"

On hearing the hunting watch vox, Lacrima turned back to see Arturius, his eyes once more bear behind his nicety, 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 generate. The pack will begin to marvel as to my whereabouts if I am not abode before sundown."

Arturius smiled, an natural process she noted he had begun to do more around her, and gestured for her to play along him. Perplexed, Lacrima did as requested and walked behind the human as he picked his way out of a large kettle of fish blown in the ass of the mansion of God and out into the nerveless breeze.

On feeling the ghostly touch of the flatus, Lacrima closed her oculus and let the storage of this day wash over her as the rain and malarky washed over her physical form.

Her reverie was broken by a crunching audio and she opened her eyes, gasping as she saw the huntsman wheeling a jet black motorcycle around the corner. The wheel was sleek and glittered in the fading light source. A pair of mid-calibre rape rifles had been grafted to either side of the small windshield which, itself, glowed with a syncope green Light Within stamp by a Heads up display.

It was by far the most nonplus vehicle of its kind she had ever seen and she couldn't aid but laugh openly.

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

The human chuckled and nodded

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

Lacrima laughed as she held onto Arturius'torso. Her hair whipped in the steer as the motorcycle knock-down galvanic locomotive sped them across the bleak terrain. The Earth was desperately ill and the demons would not return up the land they had stolen before a swell deal more stemma had been spilled, but right now, as she held her lover close and gazed out over the land as it leapt past tense, she allowed herself to do something she had not done in many years.

She allowed herself to hope.



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