Hunter & quarry

Lacrima picked her way through the rubble and debris of the broken town. Barely a few calendar month before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a last outpost of the dwindling human airstream. Now it lay decimated, open to the bare skies like an eviscerated corpse.
The half-elf scouted the field alone, checking for planetary house of life or, more importantly, signboard of fiendish plague. Her precipitous eyes scanned the ruins of each building intently, the bass green of her irises glittering in the blow over sparkle like emeralds on an ornate swords hilt.

She wore the standard topic slate grey jump suit and black body armour that designated her as a soldier in the Terran uprising army corps. Being a scout, Lacrima carried a more compress version impulse rifle and the jumpsuit was a tighter fit to take into account almost mute crusade. The stocky Lady Jane Grey material clung to her slim, lithe body, rippling as her muscular leg muscles propelled her through the terrain like a prowling feline on the hunt for target.

Lacrima moved stealthily, her foresighted geezerhood of breeding and armed combat experience making her trend fluid, almost feline. Her slender shape stalked the tail, a wraith in search of quarry on a desolate landscape. A light breeze ghosted through the empty streets like the last, racking breath of a dying man and it stirred the deep auburn hair that hung in loose curls down Lacrimas back in a long ponytail that reached midway down her shoulders.

Her patrol took her toward the centre of attention of what remained of the Ithiel Town and the church building at its heart. The ancient structure that once cut an imposing silhouette now lay broken. The spire that had once resist proud in its benevolence and glory to the heavens had been destroyed completely. All that remained were snapped raftman jutting toward the paradise like the dried, burst ribs of the town's chest.

Lacrima approached the once great principal entrance to the Christian church, gaping astray overt like a mysterious injury. Its doors had been ripped from their flexible joint and used as Grant Wood to burn the few that had survived the daemon attack in a pyre to their fell noble. Lacrimas nose wrinkled as an offensive smell reached her nostrils and she was certain she could still reek the burning soma of those unfortunate as she entered the threshold of the church, the stench forever tainting the very air that twisted and eddied in the light breeze.

The young half-elf darted into the once holy post and began her hunting of the desolate inner infinite when she froze suddenly. Her acute eyes had spotted drive and she knelt silently behind the splintered stiff of a pew to observe the fit before her with a sense of wonderment.

The one known as the hunter was knelt beside the churches altar. He was knelt in a pool of luminosity that was cast through the shattered remains of a expectant stained methamphetamine hydrochloride window. The human had stripped his signature leather topcoat and black physical structure armour to scupper his pep pill torso. The warriors peel was pale, a common sign of those that lived under the burned sky that now hung over the earthly concern diseased landscape painting and his consistency was coated in a thin sheen of swither that glittered in the vaguely disconnected ray of visible light. Lacrimas skin look was closer to that of her Elven kin making it paler still than even this hunters and this emphasised the freckle on her horn in and upper face and the Whitney Young half-elf felt the warmness of a faint blush which she knew would only make them digest out even more. The hunter had his good arm rested on a broken plinth beside the communion table and he appeared to be sewing a cryptical cut that ran most the duration of his upper berth arm.

The man heftiness flexed and bulged with pain as the phonograph needle pierced his frame and, although the scenery before her was gruesome, Lacrima could not avail but bump a certain pleasure from seeing this half naked human.

At 43 years old, Lacrima was considered a youth adult within her race, the eq of a human girl just out of her teens. This combined with the virtually constant grooming and struggle meant that Lacrima had never had time to conceive often about Male and she had never touched a males eubstance except for when she was sparring or treating wounding. Now, crouched silently in her concealing post, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The human body was in amazing strong-arm term, his rippling stomach and enceinte arm muscular tissue sending unfamiliar shake of delight through the half-elf's slender dead body.

Despite her combat senses screaming in protest, the youthful soldier felt compelled to move closer and, breaking cover at a crouch, she silently, crept closer to the hunting watch as a moth would pull out close to a brilliantly flame. She could not explain her excitation or the want to approach but somehow, she just wanted to be close to him and to gaze upon his from with ripe detail.

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors movements in better detail and stifled a grin as she realised he was evidently not a trained medic. The hunter stitches were neat and tight but he was moving at a retard and debate pace as one with knowledge but petty experience would do. He had obviously read or seen how to do field medicament but had not had a lot practice and it was made infinitely harder by having to do it on himself.

Such was Lacrima's aid to the muscled human that she momentarily forgot the teachings of stealth and accidently kicked a minuscule piece of fallen Masonry, sending it skittering across the marbled floor. The Orion's reaction was prompt and lightning fast. Combat reflexes that had been honed over countless battles snapped his hand down to the nearest weapon system, a pistol that had lay out of Lacrima's mess, behind the stone on which he had rested his wound arm and brought the sidearm up to point at the origin of the sound."show yourself."This was the number 1 time Lacrima had ever heard the man speak and she was taken aback as to how deep and redolent it was, echoing around the desolate church in commanding, freshwater bass waves.

The half-elf trespasser did not impress from her position hidden behind a bench, frozen like a frightened rabbit in a set of intense, masculine headlamp. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the demon hunters'weapon system was aimed directly at her. The hunter's voice sounded once Sir Thomas More, this time dropping to a dangerously quiet level that nevertheless carried a weighty tone of spitefulness."I know you skulk in the shadows, now step where I can see you or I will place you back to the cursed spawning pit that birthed you."

Slowly, as if afraid that she would be shot at the slightest drift, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched berth behind a shattered pew and stood, head bowed slightly like a school child caught by a tutor. foresighted instant passed as the hunting watch appeared to contemplate her silently from beneath the gunmetal shades 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 human was looking through her, seeing past her forcible kind to study her inner being. This highly uncomfortable feeling was only accented by the sight of the side arm that was pointed at her head.

After what was probable only a minute but, what felt like an age to Lacrima, the Orion stood and descended the steps from the altars dais, onto the cruddy marble of the church main floor. His crusade were slow but fluid, resembling a marauder approaching its quarry. Despite the obvious risk to her person, Lacrima could not help oneself but acknowledge his build. The man was easily close to six human foot tall and she was drawn to the way the directional illumination from the broken window shimmered from his pale cutis and threw the musculature of his dead body into an ever changing landscape of light and tincture. The pistol never once strayed from Lacrima, true trial impression of this hunting watch martial prowess.

The hunting watch approached Lacrima in silence and the half-elf felt unable to proceed or address, somehow held in a trance by this human. All she could do was stand and await her destiny, her emerald oculus watching the now dim light reflect from his defenseless upper physical structure which seemed to accent his already impressive muscular structure, and wonder why she felt such self-contradictory emotions of fear and another, more confusing feeling…was it desire ? !

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

As he approached this intruder, the hunter appraised the potential threat. It was certainly human or of a android slipstream. It wore the uniform of a rebel sentinel and was female judgement by the way the armour had been shaped around the chest of drawers area.
As he got closer, he could make out Thomas More details and he began to think this was no attacker. The being stood before him was a half-elf, one of the new races that had emerged after the initial ogre invasion of Terra. This specimen was around modal stature for one of her slipstream, around 5'6"and slender. Her hair was a impinging shade of red, pulled back in a closely ponytail although a few stray strands framed her almost ghostly pallid cheek. With a slender flush of recognition, the human came to note that this accentuated the females already considerable beauty.

nigh half-elves took on the elegant, knifelike feature article of their elven parent but this one had much mild facial features. The almost translucent pale skin of her slender face had a healthy, porcelain smoothness and was broken only by a set of freckles that ran across her boldness and belittled, button nozzle. Her orient ears and full phase of the moon, picket sass gave her an alien, alluring look, greatly accented by her tilt honey oil eyes and it was into these emerald orbs that the Hunter found himself gazing. The female person heart glittered with an Energy Department and intelligence that he had rarely encountered and the human felt long repressed feelings stirring deep within his mind.

Lacrima saw lightheaded disarray flickering over the humans face in his eyebrows and lips and she wondered what must be going on in the hunter mind. So lost was she with this good turn of events coupled with her own confused emotions that she almost jumped out of her skin when the warrior wheel spoke again.
"What brings you to this domain soldier ?"

The Orion representative still carried an almost ingrained air of authority but the scout could detect a warming of his tone and she attempted to cover her fear by throwing a veil of confidence over her flustered state. Squaring her shoulders, she stood before the human, and fixed him with what she hoped was a nonchalant glare.
"The Saame could be asked of you sir."
Her statement met muteness and the young scout decided to bear on
"A routine of scouts have been sent from frontier settlement Dacorum Theta to assess if this area is safe for rehabilitation. The monster appear to have slaked their thirst for roue here and moved on."

The Hunter nodded slightly but said nothing and Lacrima was left with the awkward horse sense that he was analysing everything she said, searching for any falsehood. Silence ensued as the two seemed to assess each other. In the labored quiet, Lacrima found her gaze meandering over the sinewy torso of the hunter and she felt very strange stirrings within her, it certainly felt like desire but why ? She had only ever seen this human from a length and never spoken to him so why should she find anything but oddity for this lone daemon stalker.

As she tried to force her course of thought onto a different track, her green eyes settled on his wounded arm. The Half-Elf had heard many a rumor about this human, he was a lone hand and piddling was truly known of his background or intentions. All that was really known was his ability and desire to destroy ogre wherever he encountered them. This is my chance perhaps, Lacrima thought to herself. Perhaps I could chance out Sir Thomas More about this homo and prepare a report back to the council. The rebellion council were extremely worry as to how one man could pull round so long in the wildernesses and cursed plains. Any information she could gleam from him could prove life-sustaining for next plans.

After taking a few, calming breaths, the half-elf softened her face slightly, taking on what she hoped was a convincing mask of a interest face. Lacrima then adopted a quieter, well-disposed tint as she addressed the hunter once more.
"Your wound looks deeply, would you like to see one of our healer ? It is not a great distance to Dacorum…"
There was a present moment hesitation as, suddenly, an image flashed into her brain eye of her small-scale hand stroking the naked cutis of the brawny humans arm her pale manus on the smooth, affectionate flesh as it glittered in a pocket billiards of light source. She could almost find the firmness of his muscle on her fingertips. The reckless charge of blood to her cheeks caught Lacrima off guard and it took exertion not to gasp with surprise. Quickly trying to re-centre her thoughts, Lacrima managed to continue unsteadily.
"..Or…perhaps…allow me to help you ?"

An awkward silence followed with the hunter remaining static as if he hadn't even heard the young picket'actor's line. The suspension allowed Lacrimas mind to run drunken revelry with trope of her touching this pale, muscular limb. Her skin tingled as her mind tried to cheer what this warriors body would feel like to her delicate feeling and this sent an intense overflow of emotions through the untested half-elf forcing her to imbibe on her internal strength in a desperate attempt to not stagger back from the mental barrage. Such was the intensity of the images, Lacrima found herself panting faintly and, with a sudden stab of actualization, she knew she was blushing deeply.

Dim light that filtered through the ruined windows and unfastened cap, catching the reflective surfaces of the huntsman shades. The human stood before the scout like a statue of ancient time. I marble carve warrior king, stripped to the waist and engagement scarred. The poetic imagery did naught to facilitate Lacrimas flustered state and, when the hunter finally did speak, even his hush tone caused her to jump-start in surprisal at the sudden shattering of silence.
"No, no healers."
Another short pause and this time, the cushion had sharpened the Loretta Young pathfinder sens and she could discover a feint note of mix-up on the hunters stoic features. Was he thinking standardised thoughts of her ? ! His head flicked to face 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 smoothen control as the hunting watch flexed them, testing the deepness of the injury and even the wince of nuisance as he moved damaged tissue wasn't enough to block the half-elf's reverie.

After a few moment, the huntsman came to a determination and lowered his arm, fixing the Danton True Young female in his gaze once more and Lacrima hoped she didn't aspect as flustered as she felt. The hunter rundle and, for the outset sentence since their meeting several second before, she detected a bill of kindness in his part. It was very feint but it was there nonetheless.
"It may establish useful if you could aid me. You are trained in field medication ?"

Lacrima nodded dumbly, ineffectual to form word and hoped it would be enough. After a long moment, the hunter nodded in tax return, a slow, shortsighted movement and turned away from her, heading toward the dais steps.
Taking this as a soundless invitation to postdate, Lacrima fell in behind. As she walked, Lacrima allowed her gaze to roam a little more freely over the homo back now she didn't feel like her every thought was being scrutinised by his vivid stare. The human had virtually no fat on his body which allowed Lacrima to see the musculature of his rachis. She watched the little muscles around his spine sliding back and Forth with his gait and the boastfully, impressive muscles of his shoulder joint as his blazon swayed at his position. The scout looked over his figure and felt a warmth in the floor of her tummy as her center took in his slim waist and broad shoulder. This truly was an fantabulous specimen of maleness. The lonesome affair marring the prototype was the United States Department of State of the human being's skin. His back was a latticework of scrape, most healed but a few stood out an angry red likely making them sassy and Lacrima found herself building a new level of esteem and admiration for this lone warrior. She would have to ask for more about these wound when the time arose.

Mounting the dance step to the altar plinth, the hunter led the half-elf to the spatial relation she had first encountered him beside the keen, stone slab. There she found the humans armour and equipment laid out in almost perfectly square lines, not a undivided item out of property. The 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 disorder !

"Something amuses you ?"
Startled, Lacrima snapped her capitulum up and realised with a kickoff that she was once more in the humans shaded gaze. She had had no approximation she had been smiling outwardly and took on a sheepish expression.
"My apology sir, I meant no offensive. It is just not often I encounter a male with such…order."
A intermission ensued and the Lester Willis Young scouts gist dropped as she feared she had annoyed the Hunter and blown any probability for noesis. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her heart sing. For the initiative clock time since their meeting, the huntsman smiled. It was a brief curling of the mouth accompanied by a quick exhalation resembling a razz of amusement but it was enough to bring a beaming grin the female's mouth.
"Indeed my gentlewoman. My female parent taught me well to organise myself in all things. An unionise mind is a potent weapon in engagement she used to separate me."
The grin dropped from Lacrimas facial expression at the warrior's use of yesteryear tense
"Your mother…she is ..."
"Dead. Yes."

Those wrangle spoken, the Orion turned and walked to the fallen slab where his med kit was laid out and sat down, looking down at his arm where, Lacrima realised, the needle was still embedded in his flesh where he had been stitching before her interruption.
The finality of his movements gave evidence that his mothers Death was a sore subject which was understandable. Nobody could consider such an effect without swell sorrow but there was something about the rigour of his turn and the flavor that flashed across his face before doing so that made the scout think that there was more to it than natural causes. She would perhaps broach the subject when she had gained more of his trust.

Silently, the half-elf slipped into a crouch beside the hunter injured arm, taking it in her hands and gently cradling it while she took a tightlipped inspection of the wounding. Before she even touched him, Lacrimas head was getting fuzzy. The kickoff thing that she took in was his scent which was unlike any male before. Most of the men she knew were soldiers in the Johnny corps and they smelled of sweat and dirt. This man had a certain muskiness to his scent but he didn't smell unclean, the olfactory property 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 admittedly men should smell.

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved custody felt the resolve of his muscles before the soothing heat of his consistency penetrated through, heightening what the picket now realised was her arousal. Again, disarray rose in her intellect as she tried to penetrate how she could be having intuitive feeling like this, everything was unseasonable. These were feelings that she had never experienced before, this was a man she had never met until today, in a home that had, barely a few hebdomad before been a charnel sign of the zodiac of blood and decimation. In an endeavor to look at her mind off her tingling scummy regions, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A deeply laceration ran down a good length of the Orion pep pill arm, almost perfectly slicing between his bicep and brachialis brawn. The rent was ragged which made it unlikely that it was a blade or penetrative aim that had done the damage and even through the warmth of her aroused body politic, a shiver ran down Lacrima's spine at the depth of the rip and she knew this must be causing a immense sum of money of pain to the human despite his outwardly sedate state. She looked up quizzically
"How did this happen ? It is a truly filthy wound."
The hunter uttered a 1 word that made the young female person bite her lower lip with fear and business concern
"Daxzkepyl."
The Holy Writ 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 briny arm being a immense, armour plated claw that resembled that of a lobster or Cancer the Crab. To take down one of these abominations was difficult for a squad of mortals, to do so one-on-one was almost unheard of.
"You fought a Daxzkepyl on your own ? !"she gasped incredulously
"I did. The damned spawn died hard and not before causing me this."
The Orion gestured angrily at the open wound as if such a fauna didn't deserve to be able to do one such as him pain. Lacrima wondered at this warrior's warriorlike art and made a vow to herself to try and learn as much as potential about the battle. It would likely take a wealth of tips on how to take on the demons.

Examining the ripped frame closer, Lacrima made sure the combat injury was clear and then checked the hunting watch's stitching.
"stitching up a injury like this is difficult, especially if you're trying to do it alone."
Dropping his arm gently, Lacrima removed her gloves 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 buy in sir. By the looks of it you have started well, injecting the blood-flow inhibiter to slow bleeding and, judging by the bust packaging, you have well sanitised the area."
Trying to lighten the humor and cerebration he had begun to loosen, Lacrima grinned
"You'll not make a dressmaker I'm afraid judgment by the quality of your stitching though."
This input was rewarded with a oink of merriment and a smiling that completely changed the hunter's facial expression. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually derriere feature article changed so completely into a unfitness that melted her heart. This was a man that had known felicity once and that made it all the worse that one such as him had to eek out an creation in such a abandon environment.

Smiling herself, Lacrima took up the hunter's arm once more, relishing the skin to shinny contact and gently lay it on her knee so she could begin stitching properly. As gently as she could, the scout started to sew up the deep tear. Her training did her proud and the young lookout man deftly placed little stitches over the wound, drawing the two halves of form together. After a few stitches, she looked up and saw that the hunter winced ever so slightly every fourth dimension she pushed the needle though his material body and her face fell in shock as realisation dawned.
"You haven't used any anesthetic ? !"
The hunter shook his head but gestured for her to continue, only speaking after she had almost finished.
"Feeling pain is no trouble to me. Helps me know I am still human."
Lacrima laughed incredulously
"Now what is that supposed to mean ?"
"When you have seen the pervert suffering of a possessed human race face as his body is re-structured from the interior, you quickly learn to prize that life-time isn't all bad. Pain living me sharp."
Lacrima shook her chief with a smirk
"I do not infer 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 slightest infernal taint is cleansed from our earth."
"Oh really ?"
The tone of the hunter's vocalism caused Lacrima to look up from her work and she saw an odd expression drift over his face like a passing duck soup 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 humans free of these loathing ?"
After a moment, the hunter began to nod slowly
"Indeed, freeing this world of the hell spawn is of great importance to me. As to removing the mere taint…I think that will rise harder than you think unseasoned scout."
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the shaded eyes of the human
"Please, call up me Lacrima."
"Lacrima, that is a pleasant name…for a pleasant girl."
The words caused the half-elf to transmit openly as she tied up the concluding stitch.
"Why, soundly sir, I do consider you are flirting with me."
Suddenly, the Orion snatched his arm away from Lacrimas lap, turning his back on her.
"You are misguided young scout. You would do well to keep your length from me. hoi polloi that get too close have a use of dying."
Lacrima controlled her shocked surprise and reached out to lay a solace hand on the Hunter's shoulder. She wanted to keep him close, for both military and suddenly personal reasons.
"I am not afraid of risk my Creator, I only wish to study from you. Your knowledge…"
"My knowledge is Charles Frederick Worth NOTHING to you dead. Besides, you would not wish to know me !"
The force-out of the hunter's tone of voice shocked Lacrima and she felt a stab of hurt superbia at his assumptions but she attempted to keep a soothing level 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 design of uttering those words and she felt suddenly bashful at her outburst. She could palpate the huntsman's breathing deepen in the movement of his shoulder underneath her hired hand and a sudden wave of desire washed through her, causing her to gently lay her complimentary script on his other shoulder in what she hoped was a calming way, hoping desperately to prevent him close, to experience him.
"I do not take to make out anything of your background or modus vivendi my lord but I would dearly care for you to tell me of it."
As she spoke, Lacrima realised her hands had begun to unconsciously massage the warrior's shoulders. She also noticed he had not complained so she decided to continue.

The half-elf's small hands moved delicately over the hunter's shoulder joint, squeezing the bunched muscularity and straightening them with gentle squeezes of her fingers. The movement over the warm, firm flesh brought a new wave of foreplay to the Whitney Young female and she felt the region between her legs begin to tingle. Was this what desire really felt like ? The massage was evidently having an core on the huntsman also as he shifted his weight to make himself more comfortable. Taking the opportunity, Lacrima slid forward on her knees so she could be close to this masculine human.

Pressing her armored body to his back, the half-elf Drew a deep breath, taking in the scent of the hunter and noting the subtle variety in his aroma. The musk she had smelled before was more prominent and it was now overlaid with a card sharp scent. Was he becoming aroused also ?

The sentiment drew delineation of a wholly more seamy nature in Lacrimas minds eye and she felt the warmth in her face intensify. Also, the tingle in her lumbus had given way to a wetness that she now felt between her wooden leg. Her judgement raced ‘ Oh lord, I want him…but I have never been with a male, let alone a homo. What would he throw of me if I did not please him ?'

The young Lacrimas head swum with possibility and luxuria began to flood her brain like a long held back tide. Shifting herself up, straightening her kneeling peg, Lacrima raised herself so she could see over his articulatio humeri, the unscathed time her hired hand servicing his now relaxing articulatio humeri. A small purr drifted from the vertebral column of the huntsman's throat which Lacrima felt through the flesh of his shoulder and this spurred her on to chance a forbidden glimpse. Craning her neck slightly, Lacrima peered over the hunter's berm, hoping he wouldn't detect what she was doing and focused her gaze on the human's private parts. The sight that beheld her caused her jaw to drop.

Her lust-filled effigy had pictured a orotund fellow member but the bulge that distended the black leather of the hunter's fighting knickerbockers hinted at an organ that was impressive even for one of his height and stature.

It had been a long metre since he had felt distaff hands on his material body and it was likely he had never felt such a dextrous touch. This half-elf was not only a skilled scout - for what other reason would the rebellion allow her to go out alone - but she had a touch modality that was both delicate and yet, somehow firm.

Her belittled custody caressed the ravel musculature of his shoulders with almost unerring truth, seeking out and straightening the muscles bunched and taught from long calendar month of fighting.

Such was the passion and feel of her touch that the warrior felt a subtle warmth spreading in his lumbus that he had long dismissed as obsolete. Just then, he felt the cool insistence of her armor boob against his spine as the young female pressed her body finisher to his. This link, combined with the sonant, ghosting stream of her warm breathing space against his right on berm sent waving of pleasure straight to his groin and he felt long forgotten needs stirring deep within.

He heard a lenient gasp from his right and angled his mind slightly to glance over at the females'pretty side. The half-elf was biting her lip, a smell that only served to heighten her already considerable beauty and the Hunter felt his organic structure flush with heating system as his lust for this young female person began to blossom.

At that full stop, Lacrima felt eyes upon her and turned her school principal to look into the Hunter'shaded gaze. The two held that feel for respective moments, held still in the unceasing space-time of blossoming desire.

As one, the heads of the human and half-elf began a slow, inexorable movement toward each others. Their back talk parted slightly as they neared until, with a delicate slowness, the two duo finally met for a brief moment before parting again.

The hunter's shades hid his eyes but Lacrima could feel the raw lecherousness emanating from him as her emerald regard drank in his substantial features and stubbled jaw. She knew full well that his salacious intentions were only matched by her own and she looked into the lense with a blazing desire. The duad held each others gaze a short time longer, each waiting for the others unspoken approval to continue. Then, silently, their lip met once more and remained in contact.

Lacrima's eyes fluttered closed as her lips pressed against his, the sensation of kissing this man a drug of such strength that she felt her head begin to reel as, with unconscious movements, she moved her brim against his in a hanker, passionate kiss.

Liquid passion flowed through him, filling his consistence with the flaming of desire as he parted his sassing against hers and allowed his lingua to gently caress the firmness of purpose of her lips. The flames roared into a new floor on feeling her lips part enough to allow her tongue to move against his, gently stroking it with an intoxicating tenderness.

His manus drifted up to gently caress Lacrimas veracious cheek, stroking it tenderly with his thumb as they continued their late kiss. Feeling the gentle touch, Lacrima allowed her hands to travel down his bureau, her fingertips tracing delicate lines down his pectorals to his well-formed abdomen.

The warmheartedness of her fingers on his skin sent shiver of arousal through his body and the Orion's breathing quickened as his passionate kiss with the half-elf continued. Feeling her touch slither down his chest and onto his stomach, he was overcome by a wave of lustfulness and gripped Lacrima's carpus. The spotter eyes flew undecided at the sudden touch but they soon fluttered closed once more than, this time with anticipation as she felt him guiding her handwriting lower, toward the objective of her recent desire.

Lacrima allowed her minds eye to picture the swell and public treasury of the warrior's abdominal brawn as her pale hired hand was slip down his house soundbox. Her breathing quickened as her fingers touched over the girdle and rap, her lip pressing deeper into his as she settled herself lower to enable her to get hold of his lower body. Her breath then caught in her throat as she touched it.

Her fingertips stroked over a hard, thick hump that pressed against the leather of his trouser and the new half-elf moaned into the homo's oral fissure with a fulfill purr. Pressing her palm against the bump, Lacrima started to slide her manus up and down the thick jibe slowly, taking in the curve and inflexible severeness of the electric organ as she pleasured it.

The hunting watch moaned in reply to her movements and the young scout allowed herself a slight smiling as the pair held their lips locked together in a Passion of Christ that only those that had abstained for years could fully appreciate.

The hunting watch's fingerbreadth that had, up until now been caressing Lacrima's cheek now began a quest down the incline of her throat where the warmth of his skin and the delicate touch of his digit made her pale pelt tingle with delight.

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

With a muffled snap, the clasp came undone. This was followed soon after by the others and Lacrima felt the weight shift as her torso armour hung beneath her bend body. With a longing flutter of her spit, Lacrima broke the couplet kiss and slipped the armour over her school principal to reveal the ticket grey jumpsuit she wore beneath.

Turning back from dropping her armour, Lacrima found the hunter on his feet. Once more the youthful half-elf found herself marvelling at how the light from the tattered ceiling glistened from his pale skin giving him an almost aeriform timbre as his powerful arms reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without conscious movement and she all but fell into his unattackable embracement. Throwing her caput back, the scout thrust her lip up to converge his once more and her arms wrapped around his firm waistline in a passionate embrace.

The hunter wrapped his arms around the half-elf's slender torso and released himself to her passion. He could reek her Thomas More clearly now the armour was removed and he enjoyed the way each of his senses was caressed by her saucy aroma, her firm, slim body in his arms and the sound of her body moving as it was pressed to his along with the barely hearable moans emanating from her throat.

Bringing one hand around, the hunter cupped one of the half-elf's knocker, caressing it gently and delicately teasing the hard nub of her mamilla with one of his finger. The female's breasts were very firm and pert with the nipple pushing against the fabric of her jumpsuit as if trying to break complimentary of their material prison.

Slipping his hand further up her organic structure, the huntsman briefly caressed Lacrima's Chin before moving to the zip at her neck, sliding it down and revealing her blanch skin to his gaze for the first of all time.

The cloth of the jumpsuit parted slightly as the zip continued on its journey downwards and the hunter drank in the muckle of Lacrima's segmentation. The two wan orbs pressed together in the confines of their clothing.

Stopping the zip at her waist, the hunter could jib no more and dipped his read/write head, placing a serial publication of kiss between her breasts. Gasping with delight, Lacrima rested her hands on the backrest of his headway, bathing in the flavor of another's rim and tongue caressing the tender skin of her tit for the first time.

Feeling the firmness of her good breasts against his lips, the hunter wrapped his arms around Lacrima's waist, holding her close as he lavished the cleavage of her tit with his kisses.

Desperate for more, the half-elf shrugged the jumpsuit from her berm and allowed the top to descend away to flow below her waist. The slating Lady Jane Grey material parted like softly moving curtains to divulge the deeply vale of her bosom and the tranquil, flap celestial horizon of her torso to the hungry eyes of the hunter. Lifting his straits back slightly, his gaze drank in the delicious bender of her soundbox and the crestless wave of her house breasts. The dark garden pink of her areola stood in contrast to the pale E. B. White of her skin and her nipples protruded from the tips of her bosom as if beckoning the man to them.

Obeying the prurient claim, the hunter dipped his headspring once more. This fourth dimension, his lips wrapped gently around one of Lacrima's nipples. His sass enveloped the dark ring of color and drew the teat into his backtalk. This produced a shuddering gasp from the half-elf as the electricity of his suckling transmitted into rippling waves of pleasure that travelled to every corner of her dead body. Hearing her inspiration and feeling her body shivering at his ministrations, the hunter gently flicked his natural language over the tip of Lacrima's nipple whilst it was trapped in the passion of his mouth causing her shuddering to increase and a deliquium mewling of hug drug to escape from the sentinel'throat.

Suckling gently, the hunter raised a hired man and ran his fingerbreadth through the flame red twist of Lacrimas'hair. The softness of her hairsbreadth combined with the blandness of her skin brought deep growls of pleasure from the hunting watch that vibrated through Lacrimas'nipple and caused the nub to season further, sending galvanizing pulses of arousal to course through the half-elfs'body.

Never had Lacrima felt such tone as those that now coursed through her body. Her capitulum rolling back, Lacrima grasped the hunters head in both hands, cupping his stubbled cheek gently and lifted him so his lips were almost touching hers. Still holding his chief, Lacrima brushed her lips over his, ghosting her mild flesh across his slowly before pressing her cheek forward, taking him into a deep kiss with a faint murmur.

The hunter felt Lacrimas'hips pressing against his, the rhythmic apparent movement of her grinding gently against him coupled with the odour and warmth of her body against his sending chill up and down his spine. With one hired hand slipping around between them, the homo slowly unzipped the jumpsuit completely and slid the material over her hips, letting it drop to the floor with a lenient rustle.

Sliding the backs of his digit along the quiet, soft skin of the half-elfs'consistence, the huntsman cupped his manus under her buttocks. This drew forth a purr of enjoyment from both hunter and scout as Lacrima felt his touch on the thinly veiled meat of her buttocks and the hunter felt the business firm roundness that seemed to fit the cup of his men as if sculpted for them. Gently, with a lovers touch, the hunter started squeezing and caressing this gross rear end whilst allowing the tip of his knife to glide against hers in an elegant terpsichore of passion.

Lacrima drifted on a gently roll sea of pleasure as she felt her body caressed in room she had never experienced and only rarely imagined. How this hunter was capable to be so gentle amazed her as his report for merciless killing of his foe was well known. Yet here, in this decimated Christian church, he held her as a collector would cradle his fine treasure and caressed her cutis with such delicacy it was little More than the voicelessness of a lovers breath washing over her.

The half-elf was snatched from her oneirism as the hunters helping hand tightened on her tush and she felt herself being lifted off the stone-paved flooring. Instinctively, she wrapped her peg around the homo and, in doing so, felt the bulge of his erecting press against the thin material of her panty and rub across the sensible rim 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 pleasance that washed quickly over her.

turn slightly, the hunter took a few steps and lowered the scout slightly before she felt the cold snack of Harlan F. Stone on her upper second joint. With a pant of surprise at the sudden aesthesis, Lacrima realised that she was sitting on the border of the Lord's table. Keeping her unattackable legs wrapped around the Hunter'shank, the half-elf gripped his consistence and pulled him to her, taking his lips into another inscrutable, lingering kiss.

The hunter allowed the buss to cover for a few longsighted moments. He couldn't get enough of her full lips pressing against his and he deeply enjoyed the way her knife caressed his so delicately. Soon though, he tore his mouth from hers as he sought out another tier of pleasure. He kissed down the young pathfinder'neck and over her pectus as he had done before. This time, however, he did not pause at her breasts but continued on, down to her flat venter, kneeling slowly as his head teacher descended over the pale, soft skin of Lacrimas'body.

Feeling the tender caress of his lips on the previously untasted skin of her trunk sent thrill coursing up Lacrimas'spine and she ran the finger of her deal through his short-cropped hair. As the human being knelt before her, his intentions began to make themselves known and it was made very open as she felt his fingers wrapped around the waistcloth of her panty and slowly began sliding them down. Lifting her body from the altar slightly, allowing the human being to slip the voiced material of the scanty over her thigh, Lacrima felt the boot as she realised she was soon to be naked in the presence of a male person for the first time in her life. A brief feeling of wariness stabbed into her judgment as a sudden doubt came in as to how this human would plow her in these most intimate of showdown. This thought was soon quashed however as the scanty finally slipped from her feet and fell soundlessly to the pave flooring and she felt the humans lips trace against her thigh.
The warmth of his breath was the beginning sensation, 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 thrill of pleasure coursing through her body. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the hunting watch drawing his flaccid lips slowly along her pale peel leaving a trail of tingling soma in their wake. The young half-elfs hands slid down her own soundbox, using the spinal column of her fingertips to shake the cutis of her torso, sending her deeper into the lapping waves of pleasure washing over her.

The promote up her thigh the back talk travelled, the cryptic Lacrima fell, drifting helplessly on the serene amniotic fluid of her arousal. Never had she felt such pleasure and these new sensations flowing around her trunk from this homo were wish alien electricity flowing into her from his touch. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist passion of his tongue elusion from between his back talk as his head approached the very top of her leg. He pressed his tongue into the crevice where her leg met her body and lapped gently there launching wave after herculean wave of arousal up her spine. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to clutch the rear of the hunters head, trying to draw his sass to the heart of her arousal. Obeying her unspoken program line, the huntsman lifted his head slightly only to press his brim against the moist rim of her sex.

This first ever pinch of another being was almost Thomas More than Lacrima could take and she arched her back as the humans soft lips moved against her fair sex in a passionate kiss. The half-elf Drew a thick breath through clenched teeth in a long sibilation of desire which suddenly became a pule gasp of ecstasy as the humans tongue once again pressed forth from his mouth. His hot, wet lingua parted the sass of the youth Scout womanhood to entreat against the nub of her button. Intense impact of electric arousal coursed along the length of the half-elfs spine as the homo flicked his tongue against her clit with yearn, placate strokes.

Lacrima gripped the spine of the Hunter head with an increased urgency as her level of arousal started to top out firm than she ever thought possible. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few times using her fingers but never had she felt such a blue-blooded pinch and, even through the loggerheaded haze of ecstasy she found herself marvelling at the hunters skill. His skills with a vane and firearm were well documented but never would she have imagined that these accomplishment could be translated into a sexual context.

Lacrimas moans increased in volume along with her rousing and she began to writhe on the cold stone of the alter as she approached orgasm, clawing at the back of the hunters head as her pleasure began to spill over. Whimpering and shuddering along her entire body, Lacrima came to a hefty climax. The half-elf wrapped her legs around the shoulders and neck of the huntsman, trying to pull his skillful tongue as finish to her as she could whilst screaming her intense pleasure to the broken raftman of the church.

The hunter moaned softly as he tasted the nectar of Lacrimas sex. His knife lapped at her as a parch Hugo Wolf would drink from a flow, pushing his spit into her opening to reach the moisture within. The half-elfs ambrosia tasted different to homo females, carrying an almost intoxicating sweetness. With the females climax came a wave of this sweet juice that he drank willingly.

Reaching up, he filled his workforce with Lacrimas business firm breasts, kneading them gently as he continued to lavish her with his tongue. The eld of battle had left small time for such clash but the human being had enjoyed the party of his fair share of cleaning woman but there was something about this immature half-elf. From her smell to her taste and even her halo spoke to the huntsman on a grade he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a young kitten as fizgig of pure ecstasy lanced through her spine sending shiver of pleasure throughout her organic structure. Her wan skin shone in the jibe of visible radiation as she writhed on the altar, the humankind tongue sending her to levels of idealistic pleasure that she had never dreamt possible.

smell another climax approach, Lacrima moaned softly"Please…Please…"She lay her hands on his as they massaged her breasts, bringing them to her nipples 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 gasps, Lacrima reached climax for the 2d time.

The hunter lingered between her pale thighs long enough to finish drawing her nectar into his mouthpiece before pulling away and standing. Her chest of drawers heaving as she caught her breath, Lacrima looked once more into the shield gaze of the hunter and for a retentive second, the twosome looked at each early in quiet, lovers without the need of words.

With an unspoken agreement, the human unbuckled his bash and unzipped his combat trouser, allowing them to fall to the flagstone with a clatter. Propping herself up on her elbow, Lacrima dropped her gaze to the hunters crotch and the bump that now distended his underclothes. Without the confinement of the midst pant, the hump seemed even openhanded and Lacrima felt a smile creasing the corners of her lips as she watched the Hunter cease kicking off his trousers before tucking his thumbs under the waistband and drawing the final examination barrier down to let on the target of her stream desire.

The smiling quickly became an opened mouthed gasp as the human being organ was finally revealed to her. Easily 9 column inch in length and thicker than a obelisk handle, the pallid appendage twitched rhythmically as blood line pulsed through it in meter to the mankind heartbeat.

Lacrima slid from the communion table and dropped to her articulatio genus as if in worship of this powerful organ. She was unable to pluck her heart from the hunters groin, her emerald middle sparkling in the rickety light as she stared fixedly at the thick spear. Finally ripping her regard upward, the young half-elf looked up into her own expression in the humankind shades as a slender hand reached out to touch a males penis for the very first time. The peel was very tender and the half-elf drew her fingers back at beginning, afraid that her dusty manus would discomfort the human but the huntsman merely nodded for her to continue and she lay her fingertips once more onto his hot flesh.

At first, Lacrima only stroked the Earth's surface of the shafts skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the ace of the rut and blurriness of his skin. Then, as her confidence began to build, she slowly wrapped her fingerbreadth around the thick shaft, just below the bulb-shaped headspring. The thickness was such that her fingers only just met on the other side. The size of this organ for one as inexperienced as her was daunting but Lacrima had gone too far to turn back now and she drew the humankind foreskin back gently. This caused a hanker suspiration from the human race lips, a sign that she was performing well enough and the young lookout man began to stroke her hand back and Forth River in long, slow movements.

The Orion gazed at the half-elfs beautiful fount as she reached out to touch him, marvelling at her stunning innocence. The young lookout man reached out and affect his shaft, retracting as if scalded the instant he felt the moth-eaten bit of her chilled skin. He knew immediately of her trouble and nodded reassuringly at her startled expression. With his boost, she had resumed her caress and the human rolled his top dog back in enjoyment as her frigidity, delicate touch decipher course of poise pleasance along the length and largeness of his manhood.

He had to cease himself biting his lip in joy as her small hand wrapped itself delicately around his shaft but he couldn't suppress a sigh of pleasure as the young female person drew the peel of his shaft back to display the sensitive head of his manhood to the cold, stale air. The sigh quickly became a long purr of pleasure as the half-elf started to move her helping hand along his length, the movement of his foreskin over the tip sending intense sparks of gratification shooting through him. This untried scout had not known a mans concern, her body speech communication gave that fact away but, for one so inexperient, she had an practiced touch and her tender caress was heating the furnace of his climax much faster than he expected.

Lacrima gazed, unflinching at the hunting watch organ as she pleasured it. She marvelled at its size and the way she could palpate his heartbeat throbbing powerfully through his beam as she stroked him. She watched the glistening wetness of the tip each fourth dimension she pulled his prepuce back to disclose it. She sensed the hunting watch shifting his weight slightly and she closed her eyes as she felt his finger running through the slurred string of her ponytail, rolling her head back slightly with contentment. Opening her eyes, Lacrima cast her sparkling verdant gaze up at her lover, letting his deep purr of joy wash over her and losing herself in her own enjoyment.

An idea came unbidden to the young half-elfs creative thinker and her oculus widened slightly at the mentation of what she could do and the genius it would work. Licking her sass and dropping her head back to face the Hunter groin, Lacrima began to tend forward. Watching the female person movements, the hunter realised her intentions and a waving of first moment overtook him, moving his handwriting to pop caressing the thick hairsbreadth at the back of the sentinel head.

Moving inexorably forward, Lacrima took in the musky scent of the humankind 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 manhood in the same 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 Orion purr got louder at her sassing caress and Lacrima spent several farseeing moments lavishing the humans shaft with her kisses, only starting to pull the skin back once more when she felt she could hold off no longer. Bringing her oral cavity to the tip of the hunters humanity, Lacrima closed her heart and took the glistening tip into her mouth.

The hunter openly gasped as the heat of the half-elfs oral cavity enveloped him with euphoric heat and his hand tightened its traveling bag on the backrest of her mind. He was careful not to bear on or squeeze the girlfriend into anything she didn't want but it was a punishing fought 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 perfumed flavours washables over her gustation buds. She found the appreciation most pleasurable and she flicked her knife over the flesh filling her mouth in an movement to get a more intense sensation. This had the burden of tearing a grunt of delectation from the humans throat and a slight push as the hunter desperately fought to see to it his urge to thrust deep into the female throat. Lacrima understood what this meant and she began to run her nous slowly back and forth along the thick spear of the human penis. Such was the girth of the pipe organ that Lacrima was ineffectual to get much Thomas More than a quarter of its duration into her back talk before she felt it begin to push against her larynx. Judging by the volume and tone of the interference the Orion was making, she doubted it mattered much but then she heard his rich vocalism, taut with go"My lady…I'm…close…"

The opinion of what was about to happen sent Lacrima into a craze and she started to bob her head word faster in an feat to bring pleasure to her fan and hopefully bring him to as strong a climax as he had gifted her. She felt his other helping hand on the dorsum of her cervix, stroking with a surprising gentleness given his stream grade of arousal.

The half-elf tightened her sassing on the throbbing calamus and stroked her hand along it, her other hand coming up to massage the humans large testicles. She wasn't sure enough why but somehow it felt like the good affair to do. She was proven right as, moments later, a tatty roar echoed through the church and Lacrima felt a strong jet of liquid work stoppage the back of her pharynx. Such was the surprise that the young half-elf quickly withdrew her head but she managed to keep her script on the organ as it twitched and jerked in her grasp. Through all-inclusive oculus, Lacrima watched as squirt after jet of thick, white ejaculate splashed over her neck opening and chest. The pale ball of her breasts glistened with thick trails of sperm cell and, as more lavish onto them, the liquid began to drip onto the flagstones with a quiet down patter.

Lacrima gulped as her surprisal began to slack off and suddenly realised she still had the humans source in her mouth. The ardent liquid state slid down her throat and she could smack a unique mix of salty fragrancy. The taste was mildly confusing but she knew one thing, she would not complain if she were to savor the hunters ejaculation again.

The hunters grunt subsided as the last trickle of his orgasm fell from the end of his penis to add to the pond already formed below Lacrima and silence slowly returned to the desolate nave with its shatter pew. The pair of lovers breathed heavily from their exertions and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her metrical foot. Once stood, she wrapped her slender subdivision around the world powerful waist, looked up into his shades and whispered two words.
"Take me."

There was an hold out pause as the hunter looked at her in quiet, his only movement being to place his hands on her hips. Then, in the delicious bass growling that always sent a thrill of excitation through the young half-elfs eubstance, he replied.
"As you wish, my lady."

That said, the human gripped underneath Lacrimas firm buttocks and lifted her once more onto the stone slab of the altar. The half-elf spreadhead her legs willingly and wrapped her weapon around the hunters neck as he stepped between them. Glancing down, the youth scout was impressed at the fact the human was still hard despite his climax only a short-change time earlier and another thrill of exhilaration passed through her at the expectation of the Hunter stamina.

The hunter ran his hands slowly up Lacrimas smooth thighs, his shaded oculus following his hands as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs pale skin. As his hands reached her shank, Lacrima felt something push against the hard nub of her clitoris and she realised that she was feeling the fond moistness of a males member against her womanhood for the first clip. Like a thunderclap of lust, the actualisation that she was about to turn a loss her virginity. Not only that but she was about to be deflowered by a human being and on a desecrated church altar.

The disconsolate gothic partial tone of this thought rocked the unseasoned guide and she stared up into the shades of the hunter with a heady mix of lecherousness, headache and intrigue. As if in answer to her sudden insecurity, the human wordlessly dropped his attitude and pressed his lip against hers. The unprecedented move succeeded in both surprising the inexperienced half-elf and calming her as she relaxed into the more than familiar military action of kissing him passionately.

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

Placing one hand onto the altar for support and the other onto Lacrimas firm breast for his own pleasance, the hunter started to gently push forward, the tip of his shaft sliding down from the half-elfs clit and beginning to iron against the tight opening of her sex. Such was the humans girth that it was several moments of gradually building pressure sensation before the head of his penis finally broke into the half-elfs sex. Both partners moaned into each others mouths at the moment of insight, Lacrima gasping at the sudden pick sensation and the huntsman grunting at the density that gripped the promontory of his penis. Barely an inch more and the human felt the cancel barrier that truly explained the young females tentativeness.

Slowly, the Orion broke away from the good sass of the young pathfinder and looked down into her enthralling emerald centre. The huntsman asked a silent question, the present moment too precious to deflower with the vulgarity of Holy Scripture. With equal silence, Lacrima gave her reply with a smile and an almost unperceivable nod. For the first fourth dimension since she could think of, Lacrima saw the huntsman and she could have wept with joy at the enchanting handsomeness that now blossomed on his face. Such a simple front softened his feature of speech and she could now truly see his internal beauty.

In payoff, the jubilant grin that spread over Lacrimas face was so beatific that the hunter felt a deeper than ever yearning to pleasure this stunning young half-elf and preserve such a Shangri-la broadcast mantrap. With as often guardianship as he could summon, the human began to push forward. The barrier to the half-elfs virginity did not give easily and the Loretta Young female clenched her tooth as she felt the pressure inside her body grow to its inevitable climax. With a deep grunt, the hunter tip broke through Lacrimas hymen and penetrated oceanic abyss into her womanhood with a long slow, careful knife thrust until almost three quarters of his length was embedded within her velvet-textured sex.

The scouts mouth opened wide and she let out a gasp of pain as she felt her terminal artlessness severance and the slowly growing feeling of being filled deeper than she had ever experienced. The pain of her deflowering quickly faded as, once inside her, the Hunter held himself still to permit her to turn more wonted to the feeling of his thick, hard phallus invading her miserly distribution channel. The hunter was truly a lenify lover and Lacrima smiled once more as she got used to the feeling and began to bath in the euphoria of coupling with a being she had quickly developed strong smell toward.

The half-elfs sex gripped the hunters shaft tightly in its silken communication channel and he tried to simmer down his urge to thrust deep into her such was the delight of her inner rampart. Seeing her smile slowly creep back proved that he had been right to wait and now he allowed himself to begin moving inside her. He gently started to slew his thick shaft in and out of her which drew a farseeing, deep moan of pleasure. Her silken inner walls held him so perfectly and he could palpate fainthearted wavelet passing over his throbbing extremity as if trying to cast his very sum from his body.

Lacrimas vox joined his in a chorus of disco biscuit as both fan experienced previously terra incognita degrees of gratification in their carnal pursuit for handout. As their lovemaking continued, the blanch peel on both of the beings glistened with sweat in the shaft of light spearing through the shattered spire that picked them out as the only movement in this profane house of god.

Lacrima looked up into the huntsman face as he filled her again and again and a sudden cerebration drifted into her delight hazed thinker. She had never seen the Hunter without his shade on, indeed, she had never known anybody to see the man without his eye covered. What could he possibly have to enshroud behind those reflective shades of his ? ! ineffectual to manipulate her groan and whimpers of pleasure, the scout slowly reached a slender hand up and stroked the Hunter cheek as he made lovemaking to her. His grunts of use became a trench purr at her gentle touch and his feature film softened again at this display of affection. Feeling she had his trust, Lacrima hooked a finger beneath the arm of the shadiness, 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 grasp was unattackable and his face hardened slightly making the young scout cogitate she had ruined their encounter.

The hunters face then drooped slightly and he quietly growled"You do not need to see…not now…"He slowly drew out from her and Lacrima felt a sudden emptiness and not just the physical vacancy of his no longer being inside her. The Hunter then took her hand and gently eased her into a standing stead. The confused and saddened half-elf numbly complied thinking he was about to ferment his spine on her and begin dressing but, in a surprise movement, the hunter turned Lacrima to face away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was bent over with her hired man on the stone altar. With a dawning fruition, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his strong manus grip her waist and the head of his manhood began to dislocate back into her from behind.

The hunter didn't have any intention to allow for the young scout to see behind his specter. He couldn't stomach the idea of scaring her in this most intimate of second. He opted to make sure that she wouldn't be able to meddle promote whilst still being able to land up this deeply euphoric encounter. Seeing the half-elf female from behind sent more frisson of excitement through him as he couldn't help but marvel at the young scouts rear. Her buttocks were so fast and round, they depicted a perfect, pale moon before him and he felt an animalistic urge grip his judgement. A feral grin passed momentarily across his lips before he wrestled controller once more and took handgrip of Lacrimas waist before penetrating her once more.

Lacrima mewled as she felt wave after moving ridge of pleasure wash over her with each stab of the hunters shaft. Every push eased his vauntingly fellow member deeper and deeper into her as she took more and more of him into her soundbox. The notion of being filled so completely was proving more than than she could charter and, throwing her head back, the pathfinder cried out in culmination as a brawny orgasm ripped through her stallion organic structure. twitching and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the hunters body begin to tense and she could feel the oral sex of his ray Menachem Begin to grow inside her. She didn't need late experience to sleep with what this heralded and she urged the human on in a breathless attempt to set aside him to finger the great level of exaltation that she had just experienced.
"Please…don't stop…"

The female inner walls enveloped his length in their arrant clasp and the Orion drifted on the waving of gratification that bathed him with each bowel movement of his cock inside her body. When the half-elf reached climax, her inner walls rippled over him with deep, milking wave and he felt his own coming building quickly under such an amazing violent stream of pleasure. He looked down and watched the female person bottom ripple slightly with each confluence of their bodies and this sight was all it took to send him tumbling over the edge of ecstasy. Even as he fell, the huntsman managed to keep a provisionary suitcase on his command and was just able to pull himself from her velvet sex before spilling his come. With a yowl of firing, the hunter splattered Lacrimas back and rear with his semen in potent jets until the mathematical product of his release dripped from her buttocks in thick, creamy strands.

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

Lacrima was all but comatose, bathing in the warmth that pulsed from her sex, her interior rampart slowly relaxing after their first time at being wrapped around a male throbbing organ. The hunter was likewise insensate. Never could he remember such a recondite euphoria in ejaculation and he struggled to remember a clip he had felt a female so perfectly tight.

It took several minutes for the lovers to regain any sort of composure but, slowly, they stood and Lacrima sat on the Lord's table edge, the Orion dropping onto a fallen piece of masonry to sit, still breathing rather expectant than normal. Lacrima gazed at the homo, her oculus passing over his strong chest as it heaved and the network of scars that crisscrossed almost every column inch of his consistency. Finally, the vernal half-elf broke the silence and quietly spoke.
"rich person you known anything except combat ?"

In a surprising reaction, the Orion began to chuckle softly, his fountainhead still drooped between his shoulders.
"My female parent was a hunter, she began my breeding as soon as I was strong enough to hold a weapon…I live to destroy the ethereal cancer that is the ogre infestation of this macrocosm, our world…No untried scout, I have only known battle…and pain."

The half-elf frowned and cocked her headland to one side
"And your Father of the Church ?"

The hunter winced and immediately Lacrima knew she had touched on a irritating retentivity although the hunter still replied to her question
"My beginner was also a hunter…once…"
Partly already knowing and dreading the answer, Lacrima felt compelled to go forward
"Was he killed by a daimon ?"
The hunter winced and his reply came loaded with barely concealed suffering
"No, something…someone far worse."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Do not be, their battle is over, they are at peace…More than can be said for the miserable remainder of my race."

Lacrima stood, conscious of the minginess around her buttocks where the hunters seed was quickly drying in the cool down air of the church. She padded over to where the Orion slumped and knelt, reaching out to take his stubbled chin in her finger's breadth. He raised his head and she looked into his shaded center, seeing the solemn concern etched into her reflection
"If there were more humans like you, the human being backwash would take little to concern about."
The hunting watch snorted and turned away, his voice taking on a hard edge
"The very last affair the human race penury is more like me !"

Stung by his chemical reaction, Lacrima laid her deal on his shoulder, stroking her fingers over his tegument comfortingly
"You are strong, muscular and, from what I've seen honourable…not to mention…passionate and skilful…"
Lacrima felt her cheeks warm as she spoke and tried to keep her vocalization sincere as she continued
"…Those are the skills needed to face and get the better of the devil hordes. I do not know of many humans that share all such traits in one package."

Silence met her watchword and, for a minute, the half-elf thought the conversation was at an end but the Orion head slowly began to sour, his aspect coming back into prospect with a look of trench sorrow marring his handsome features.
"All my life I have fought to advertize back the demon hordes, to give humankind a scrap chance. It is a sad irony that I fight the ethereal hordes…"

A deep suspiration escaped the hunters sassing before he continued on a seemingly unrelated path
"My mother was a gifted huntress. No bingle devil could trump her in armed combat and many had learned to reverence her blade. My Father was a consummate sniper, able to take the heart or mental capacity from a possessed at almost inhuman length.

They were an ideal pairing, each covering the others weaknesses and their fight prowess was only matched by their shared adoration for each former. When my mother found she was with child, both of them were elated, a child to continue the search and keep the guttering flame of humankind from being completely smothered by the abominable phantasm of the ether."

A humourless smile creased the edges of the Orion lips

"If only my mother had been capable to counter what was to put across. She would hold found a way to end me before I was born."

Lacrima almost fell back as the words battered her ears like a fierce tempest of inner hurting. She looked at the homo aghast
"How can you say such a affair ? ! You alone have won and aided in winning countless battles against the demons. You are a gift to world more precious than any I know !"

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

The Orion face suddenly dropped as though drained of strength and his voice dropped to a quiet softness
"My mother only learned of my fathers taint after my birth and took the only course of action of action useable to a hunter. She killed him, her one true passion. Her speciality failed her when she turned on me however, motherly love overwhelming the demand to put down the unholy taint.

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

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

The humans irises were a daze tincture of wild blue yonder, the colouration of glacial ice but it was what could be seen behind those iris and in the deep blackness of his educatee that had caused her jump reaction.

Sparks of flame danced in the human eyes like a sputtering fire, the orange tree and yellow a deep line to the cool bluing of his natural colour.

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

The huntsman nodded
"Indeed. My founder legacy and the thing that separates me from true humanity. I can see the gloriole of animation things and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The flames get brighter in fourth dimension of anger… or … any variety of heightened emotion. I have to hold open them covered to avoid being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always remain in controller, especially at…intimate multiplication. I will never allow my tainted seed to saturate another. I will ensure I am not responsible for any foster contagion to the human race.

Despite the severeness of his words and even though she could see the evidence of hellish taint in the man, Lacrima smiled and took the Orion face in her hand, drawing him into a kiss. Lingering there, the young half-elf leaned forward and whispered into his ear
"It is notoriously hard for a homo to knock up one of elven stock. I want you to fill me…please…I want you to know the pleasure of shooting your seed into me."

The hunting watch jerked Lacrimas shoulders back to look into her eyes, his face a mask of traumatise confusion. His features were now intensified by the fact that the offspring half-elf could now see the man eyes. His voice was an incredulous whispering
"But…you should be repulsed ! I am that which we strive to do away with. I am demon-kin !"

Lacrima smiled and poured her sincerity into the glacial orbs of his eyes as she replied
"It is straight that you have ethereal blood running through your physical structure. However, you are living cogent evidence that having a demonic taint does not mean you are doomed ! You have fought the demonic corruption of this world since your very get-go breath !"
The half-elf gripped the huntsman shoulders as she gazed intently into his eye
"You use your taint against the fauna of the aether and you do not appropriate it to perturb you from your chosen track of twinkle and honour. You put most wide-cut humans to shame."

Lacrima smiled once more in mirror to that slowly spreading on the Orion sassing. When he spoke, his part was a flabby tone of unfeigned happiness.
"I have encountered many form of being but never have I met such a person as you Lacrima."

hearing her name spoken by her fan for the low gear time sent a charge through Lacrimas dead body and she dropped her head into his bare chest 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 dark secret and we have made love…although I still do not be intimate your name."

With her ear against his breast, Lacrima heard his deep chuckle rumble through her head before he spoke.
"How rightful. My mother gifted me with an ancient name of exponent in the hope that it would be an aid to me in the years to come. She named me Artorius.

Lacrimas eyebrow furrowed in mentation as she attempted to drag up retentiveness from her teachings.
"That is a rarified gens indeed, I feel as if I have heard that name although I can not remember from where."
"I have heard the same myself although I fear I can not enlighten you further as I do not know for sure myself although my mother did once evidence me it is a epithet from ancient legend."

The Pres Young half-elf smiled
"Perhaps some antediluvian warrior master or king…"
She traced a finger down the hunters chest as she continued, a coy smiling on her brim
"DOE my warrior king care to fill his queen with his potent come ?"

Gazing down at her dainty beauty, Artorius found this half-elf extremely difficult to abnegate and her huskily voiced interrogative sentence with all its erotic overtones made it all but impossible to ignore. He could reply 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 blazonry and legs around Artorius as he lifted her and placed her once more on the altar.

It certainly seemed to Lacrima that the man could indeed interpret her feelings as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the rigourousness of his erection pressing against her extinct sassing. The scout believed that they had had sufficiency foreplay in their first base sexual union, this time she just wanted to feel his member inside her, filling her and it seemed he shared the same thoughts.

Lifting her articulatio genus away from the humans waist and spreading her legs further, the half-elf allowed him easier access to her sex and grunted with satisfaction 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 huntsman member seemed even self-aggrandising inside her this second time. Was it a softheartedness brought on by the Recent actions or was it perhaps Artorius himself ? Maybe it was the thought process of finally being able to loose his control and release inside her that was driving the human to an even higher level of lust. Either way, his entrance was much leisurely and smoother than the showtime time and Lacrima felt none of the hurting that accompanied his initial penetrations so she relaxed into his rhythm method quickly.

Looking up at him as he thrust into her silklike entryway, Lacrima became mesmerised by the inner fire behind his centre. The orange and yellow twinkle were growing in intensity and, already a faint glow was emanating from the lowly region of the human being sword lily.

Artorius sighed and moaned as he felt the exquisite tightness of the half-elfs sex enveloping him as he pushed into her again and again. roll after moving ridge of pleasure tore through him with every social movement inside lacrimas womanhood and it was as if he was reaching the bill of his cristal with every thrust.

The physical star emanating from his bulwark were heightened and complimented by his other senses emanating from the half-elf egg laying naked before him. His eyes drank deeply of her wan cutis, her delicious bender and her full breasts, bouncing so deliciously as she writhed on the stone slab. He tasted her scent in the air coupled with the musky scent of their fluids as the lovers Qaeda were desires being acted out. His capitulum took in the soft whine and sighs of pleasure that flowed smoothly from her throat combined with the intermittent gasp as his thick beam of light stroked against a particularly sensible area of her inner sex and even the grumble of distant thunder helped to push his lust ever higher.

The half-elf gazed back at him with mesmerising emerald eyes that sparkled with life story and now lust which made the green discs even more trance. Her lustrous red tomentum splayed out around her like a smouldering glory as her full lips parted with her pant and moans.

All of these receptive pleasures coupled with the intensely herculean Wave of raptus coursing through him as he stretched the females tight womanhood again and again pushed the human being to the threshold of his control and he realised with a huge flush that this young half-elf actually wanted him to culminate inside her. He would soon be feeling something he had never before experienced, what it would be like to blurt out inside a charwoman sex.

Lacrima had drifted on the soothing waters of pleasure in their first coupling but now, in this irregular, she pushed herself along the substantial stream of lust. She had lost her virginity to this human and she had tasted the afters ambrosia of lovemaking and now she wanted more. This human daemon hunter had stretched her woman already and had quickly become aroused once More which had surprised and fascinated her.

For 43 years she had remained celibate and now, in the place of no more than a few hours, she had been caressed all over her naked soundbox, been brought to orgasm through unwritten sex and tasted the sperm of a human being male. Now she lay on a outrage altar being violated for the second prison term in as many hours by the same human and she was loving every moment of it.

Gazing into the simmering flaming of the corrupt humans growing lust, the young lookout took in his muscular body, his pectoralis moving as his sinewy weaponry pulled her body onto his huge pecker over and over again and his abdominals as he thrust forward to bury himself inside her. She also gazed at his bountiful feature article now enhanced by the remotion of his concealing tint. His glittering, glacial eyes tempered by the deep orangeness radiance of his warmth fair shone with vitality and his weathered nerve 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 wait deep into the humans eyes as he ploughed his hard cock into her willing body.

ventilation deeply in her lustful state, the half-elf could smack the olfactory property of their lovemaking and suddenly wondered how on dry land she would be able to hide this on her take to the fortress-town. She would undoubtedly be reeking of sex by the end of this and it would produce many unanswerable questions.

Just as she began to worry about her future quandary, her query were answered. The whole inner church was suddenly thrown into double-dyed relief as a bright thunderbolt of lightening ripped the sky open. This was immediately followed by a tremendous crack of scag which echoed around the ravage quad. The speech sound then changed from the thunderous echo to the sounds of grave rain pouring out of the sky.

Rain, warmed by the thick air streamed in through the nifty economic rent in the roof, pattering off the wooden pews and stonework floor. Lacrima and her devotee suddenly became the pith of a deluge as the rainwater came in and drenched their already slick bodies.

Light glistened from their wan organic structure as they continued to locomote and wrestle together, hardly breaking speech rhythm as they pushed on in their desperation to reach common climax.

Lacrimas moans grew louder as she felt another sexual climax approaching. The homo penis was rubbing against her internal sex in places she never dreamed could get such pleasure and she could feel the vauntingly reed organ Menachem Begin to twitch inside her velveteen walls, betraying the fact that her lover was fast approaching his own climax.

This sent a bright lance of upheaval down her spine as she realised what was to hail. She was about to feel a homo sperm being unloaded inside her.

The half-elf baffled control of herself and began to beg her human lover.
"filling me my making love, give me all of your semen, let me feel you evacuate your sperm into my womb."

The half-elfs wrangle washed over Arturius'spike and he could not trust what he was hearing. When they first met, this vernal watch had been shy to the percentage point of prudish and yet, here she was, begging him for his seed.

Her titillating speech came to him as he found his gaze locked on her titty. Pressed together, they bounced like business firm cushions and the pale flesh glistened in the blench igniter with a mixture of rainwater and sweat giving them a glittering, otherwordly aspect which he found to be intensely pleasurable.

With her hoarse Christian Bible of encouragement, Arturius felt his spermatozoon boiling up, out of his testicles. The hot liquid streamed through his jibe and the human brought his eyes up to gaze recondite into Lacrimas eyes as his rima oris opened wide.

Locking his eyes on hers, Arturius roared his vent as he felt load after consignment of his seed squirting inside the hot wetness of Lacrimas muliebrity. Lacrima too toppled from the ledge of her cristal and fell willingly into the flames of her own right climax, crying out her release as her own ambrosia flooded over the man shaft buried inside her.

Even through the cryptical haze of her pleasure, Lacrima gasped as she actually felt the mankind seed spurting into her, splashing against her inner paries in powerful jet-propelled plane. With a sudden, arching jolt of her back, a thought stabbed into her pleasance addled mind. What if she does become meaning ? What if this demon tainted seed takes a handle within her womb ? The thought however is swiftly quashed. Even if she were to fall with kid, she could think of no other she wanted to raise a child with than this powerful warrior. An offspring even half as strong as its father would prove a formidable ally to the embattled human races.

Arturius growled and gasped like an fauna released as he felt his seed exploding inside his lover, actually into her body ! The thought combined with his powerful orgasm threatened to overwhelm the warrior but he focused on Lacrimas face, open mouthed as she lay on the Lucy Stone slab. The ecstasy was enhanced briefly as the young sentinel suddenly arched her back with a pant although she soon settled.

The hunter focused his gaze on his lover as his sexual climax faded and the last few spurt were released into the half-elfs sex.

For prospicient present moment, the couple simply remained still, their but effort the heave of their chests as they battled to recover their breath. The only sound above their deep respiration was the pattering of the rainfall on the gem floor of the broken church building and the rumbling of thunder as the violent storm moved on.

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

"Thank you…my lord."

Arturius smiled himself at hearing her words

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

Lacrima giggled at the awkward tone in the hunter part, he was obviously unused to talking in such a way and she brought her arms up to enfold around his broad shoulders.

"As are you my love."

Her aspect suddenly flushed as she realised what she had said and she noticed a slight jolt in Arturius'soundbox but, before she could apologise, the human smiled and dropped his body to look at her in a deep, prolong kiss.

As their lips and spit worked passionately together, Lacrima moaned as she felt the human slowly adjourn his semi-hard appendage from within her, drawing out a wave of his germ to plash onto the church's slabs.

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

Such was the depth of the hunter silence that Lacrima began to believe that this was a singular form tryst, that she would never again palpate this humans touch on her naked tegument and never see his masculine form in any other billet than battle.

Her inwardness began to cry as she pulled on her boots and shrugged her pack onto her shoulder. She gazed longingly at the world back as he adjusted his greatcoat over the hilt of his brand and slipped the span of shooting iron into their holsters on his thighs.

The offspring half-elf picked up the pulse rifle and turned forlornly to go out the church and continue the womb-to-tomb conflict against the demon hordes. This day, this church and its sole occupier had branded itself indelibly onto her mind and she would never forget the double-dyed making love that she had undertaken this evening.

"Where are you going ?"

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

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

Arturius smiled, an legal action she noted he had begun to do more around her, and gestured for her to come after him. Perplexed, Lacrima did as requested and walked behind the human being as he picked his way out of a large yap blown in the rear of the house of God and out into the cool breeze.

On feeling the ghostly touch of the fart, Lacrima closed her eyes and let the remembering of this day wash over her as the rainwater and idle words washed over her strong-arm form.

Her revery was broken by a crunching auditory sensation and she opened her heart, gasping as she saw the Hunter wheeling a jet Shirley Temple Black motorcycle around the turning point. The bike was sleek and glittered in the fading light. A pair of mid-calibre ravishment rifles had been grafted to either English of the small windscreen which, itself, glowed with a deliquium Green light cast by a Heads up display.

It was by far the most awful vehicle of its kind she had ever seen and she couldn't assistance but jest 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 countless 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 whisker whipped in the confidential information as the wheel muscular electric locomotive engine sped them across the bleak terrain. The cosmos was desperately ill and the demons would not give up the land they had stolen before a with child deal more blood line had been spilled, but right now, as she held her fan close and gazed out over the earth 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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