hunter & PREY

Lacrima picked her way through the rubble and detritus of the break dance town. Barely a few calendar month before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a final stage outpost of the dwindling human airstream. Now it lay decimated, out-of-doors to the bare skies like an draw corpse.
The half-elf scouted the area alone, checking for planetary house of living or, more importantly, signs of diabolic infestation. Her sharply eye scanned the ruins of each building intently, the deep green of her irises glittering in the fading light like emeralds on an ornate swords hilt.

She wore the touchstone publication slating grey jump suit and black organic structure armour that designated her as a soldier in the Terran revolt army corps. Being a talent scout, Lacrima carried a more compact version impulse rifle and the jumpsuit was a squiffy fit to allow almost dumb movement. The thick grey textile clung to her slim, lithe body, rippling as her mightily leg muscles propelled her through the terrain like a prowling feline on the hunt for prey.

Lacrima moved stealthily, her long yr of preparation and fight experience making her movements fluid, almost feline. Her slender shape stalked the shadows, a wraith in search of prey on a desolate landscape. A light picnic ghosted through the empty-bellied streets like the last, racking breathing place of a dying man and it stirred the trench auburn hair that hung in loose curls down Lacrimas back in a recollective ponytail that reached midway down her shoulders.

Her patrol took her toward the centre of what remained of the townsfolk and the church at its heart. The antediluvian structure that once cut an imposing silhouette now lay broken. The spire that had once stood proud in its benefaction and resplendence to the heavens had been destroyed completely. All that remained were snapped rafters jutting toward the heavens like the dried, give way ribs of the town's chest.

Lacrima approached the once large main entry to the church, gaping wide afford like a deeply wound. Its doors had been ripped from their hinge and used as Natalie Wood to glow the few that had survived the demon attack in a pyre to their fell lord. Lacrimas nose wrinkled as an sickening smell reached her nostrils and she was certain she could still smell the burning flesh of those unfortunates as she entered the doorway of the church, the stench forever tainting the very air that twisted and eddied in the light breeze.

The Pres Young half-elf darted into the once holy place and began her search of the desolate internal blank when she froze suddenly. Her abrupt eyes had spotted movement and she knelt silently behind the splinter clay of a pew to mention the scene before her with a sense of wonderment.

The one known as the Orion was knelt beside the churches altar. He was knelt in a consortium of light that was cast through the shattered remains of a magnanimous sully ice window. The human being had stripped his signature leather topcoat and black torso armour to let on his amphetamine trunk. The warriors peel was pallid, a uncouth sign of those that lived under the burned sky that now hung over the worlds diseased landscape and his body was coated in a thin sheen of exertion that glittered in the vaguely fragmented ray of Inner Light. Lacrimas skin spirit was closer to that of her Elven kin making it paler still than even this hunters and this emphasised the freckles on her pry and upper cheeks and the offspring half-elf felt the warmth of a faint blush which she knew would only seduce them put up out even more. The hunter had his right arm rested on a bankrupt footstall beside the altar and he appeared to be sewing a deep gash that ran most the length of his upper arm.

The humans muscles flexed and bulged with pain sensation as the needle pierced his flesh and, although the scene before her was grim, Lacrima could not assist but rule a certain pleasure from seeing this half naked human.

At 43 old age old, Lacrima was considered a Loretta Young grownup within her wash, the eq of a homo girl just out of her stripling. This combined with the draw close constant training and struggle meant that Lacrima had never had time to opine much about males and she had never touched a males body except for when she was sparring or treating injury. Now, crouched silently in her hiding place, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The adult male body was in amazing forcible shape, his rippling stomach and magnanimous arm brawniness sending unfamiliar shivers of delight through the half-elf's slender consistence.

Despite her fighting senses screaming in protest, the young soldier felt compelled to be active closer and, breaking cover charge at a crouch, she silently, crept closer to the hunting watch as a moth would imbibe close to a bright flame. She could not explain her excitement or the wish to come on but somehow, she just wanted to be tight to him and to stare upon his from with amend detail.

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors campaign in safe detail and stifled a smiling as she realised he was evidently not a trained trefoil. The hunter stitches were orderly and closely but he was moving at a slow and deliberate pace as one with knowledge but little experience would do. He had obviously read or seen how to perform field medication but had not had practically practice and it was made infinitely harder by having to perform it on himself.

Such was Lacrima's attention to the muscled human that she momentarily forgot the teaching of stealth and accidently kicked a pocket-sized piece of fallen Freemasonry, sending it skittering across the marbled flooring. The Hunter's response was immediate and lightning fast. Combat reflexes that had been honed over countless battles snapped his handwriting down to the nearest weapon, a pistol that had lay out of Lacrima's mess, behind the rock'n'roll on which he had rested his injured arm and brought the sidearm up to point at the source of the sound."Show yourself."This was the commencement time Lacrima had ever heard the human being speak and she was taken aback as to how deep and reverberating it was, echoing around the desolate church in commanding, bass waves.

The half-elf intruder did not act from her place hidden behind a judiciary, frozen like a panicked lapin in a set of intense, masculine headlights. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the fiend hunters'weapon was aimed directly at her. The hunter's spokesperson sounded once more, this time dropping to a dangerously quiet grade that nevertheless carried a weighty tone of malice."I know you skulk in the fantasm, now step where I can see you or I will institutionalize you back to the cursed spawning pit that birthed you."

Slowly, as if afraid that she would be shot at the slightest apparent movement, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched military position behind a shattered pew and stood, head bowed slightly like a school shaver caught by a tutor. Long bit passed as the hunting watch appeared to canvas her silently from beneath the gunmetal dark glasses that he was never seen without. Lacrima felt a sudden chill and a sense of nudeness passed like a quiver down her spine. It was as if the human was looking through her, seeing past her strong-arm physical body to take her inner being. This highly uncomfortable belief was only accented by the sight of the pistol that was pointed at her head.

After what was potential only a minute of arc but, what felt like an age to Lacrima, the hunter stood and descended the footfall from the communion table dais, onto the filthy marble of the churches primary floor. His trend were slow but fluid, resembling a predator approaching its quarry. Despite the obvious risk to her person, Lacrima could not help but acknowledge his build. The man was easily close to six feet tall and she was drawn to the way the directional light from the broken window shimmered from his pale skin and threw the muscle system of his body into an ever changing landscape painting of twinkle and shadow. The pistol never once strayed from Lacrima, true proof of this hunters martial prowess.

The Orion approached Lacrima in silence and the half-elf felt unable to move or speak, somehow held in a trance by this man. All she could do was stand and await her fate, her emerald eye watching the now dim light reflect from his naked upper torso which seemed to accent his already impressive musculature, and marvel why she felt such contradictory emotions of concern and another, more confusing feeling…was it desire ? !

The hunting watch came to a halt a mark of paces from the half-elf and slowly lowered the weapon although Lacrima noted that he kept a pew between them to retain her from approaching him at f number. Once before her, he spoke once again, this time without the grave malice but a musical note of wariness still rang through its deep tones.
"I have seen no action in this seat for several years now."

As he approached this intruder, the hunter appraised the potential drop threat. It was certainly homo or of a android race. It wore the uniform of a rebel pathfinder and was female judging by the way the armour had been shaped around the chest area.
As he got closer, he could make out Sir 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 demon encroachment of Terra. This specimen was around average height for one of her race, around 5'6"and slender. Her hair was a impress shade of red, pulled back in a tight ponytail although a few stray strand framed her almost ghostly pale face. With a slight hot flash of realisation, the human came to notice that this accentuated the female person already considerable beauty.

Most half-elves took on the elegant, sharp lineament of their elven parent but this one had much flabby facial feature article. The almost translucent pale tegument of her slender face had a sizable, porcelain smoothness and was broken only by a set of freckles that ran across her face and small, button nose. Her pointed ears and full-of-the-moon, wan lips gave her an exotic, alluring aspect, greatly accented by her slanted leafy vegetable eyes and it was into these emerald orbs that the hunter found himself gazing. The females eyes glittered with an energy and intelligence that he had rarely encountered and the human felt long repressed feelings stirring deep within his mind.

Lacrima saw faint confusion flickering over the humans face in his eyebrows and lips and she wondered what must be going on in the Hunter mind. So taken up was she with this number of events coupled with her own confused emotions that she almost jumped out of her skin when the warrior spoke again.
"What brings you to this area soldier ?"

The Hunter spokesperson still carried an almost ingrained air of authority but the sentry could detect a warming of his timber and she attempted to embrace her fear by throwing a veil of trust over her perturbed United States Department of State. Squaring her shoulder, she stood before the human, and fixed him with what she hoped was a insouciant glare.
"The same could be asked of you sir."
Her financial statement met silence and the young scout decided to stay
"A number of scouts have been sent from outpost Dacorum Theta to assess if this area is secure for rehabilitation. The ogre appear to have slaked their hunger for blood here and moved on."

The hunter nodded slightly but said nix and Lacrima was left with the uneasy sensory faculty that he was analysing everything she said, searching for any falsehoods. Silence ensued as the two seemed to assess each early. In the heavy secrecy, Lacrima found her regard meandering over the muscular trunk 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 experience anything but peculiarity for this lone demon stalker.

As she tried to force her itinerary of thought onto a different lead, her cat valium eyes settled on his wounded arm. The Half-Elf had heard many a rumour about this human, he was a loner and little was truly known of his background or intentions. All that was really known was his ability and desire to ruin monster wherever he encountered them. This is my chance perhaps, Lacrima thought to herself. Perhaps I could find out more than about this human and prepare a theme back to the council. The uprising council were extremely interested as to how one man could pull through so long in the wildernesses and cursed knit. Any data she could gleam from him could try full of life for time to come 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 come to face. Lacrima then adopted a quieter, favorable tone as she addressed the hunter once more.
"Your wound looks deeply, would you like to see one of our therapist ? It is not a bang-up length to Dacorum…"
There was a moments disinclination as, suddenly, an image flashed into her creative thinker eye of her diminished hands stroking the bare skin of the muscular humans arm her blanch hired hand on the smooth, warm build as it glittered in a pool of light. She could almost feel the firmness of purpose of his muscle on her fingertips. The heady charge of blood to her impudence caught Lacrima off precaution and it took effort not to gasp with surprise. Quickly trying to re-centre her thought process, Lacrima managed to preserve unsteadily.
"..Or…perhaps…allow me to help you ?"

An awkward secrecy followed with the hunting watch remaining static as if he hadn't even heard the untested scout'Good Book. The pause allowed Lacrimas mind to run riot with images of her touching this picket, hefty branch. Her hide tingled as her mind tried to revive what this warriors body would feel like to her delicate touch and this sent an vivid deluge of emotions through the youthful half-elf forcing her to cast on her inner strength in a desperate attempt to not stagger back from the mental barrage. Such was the intensity of the prototype, Lacrima found herself panting faintly and, with a sudden stab of realization, she knew she was blushing deeply.

Dim light that filtered through the ruined windows and capable roof, catching the reflective surface of the Orion spectre. The man stood before the scout like a statue of ancient metre. I marble carved warrior magnate, stripped to the waistline and battle scarred. The poetic mental imagery did zero to help Lacrimas perturbed state and, when the hunter finally did speak, even his subdued tone caused her to jump in surprisal at the sudden shattering of silence.
"No, no healers."
Another dead suspension and this meter, the shock had sharpened the Whitney Young spotter senses and she could detect a feint banknote of confusedness on the hunters stoic feature article. Was he thinking standardized thoughts of her ? ! His head teacher flicked to search down at his combat injury and he brought his arm up to allow snug 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 sinew moved and bunched with smooth control as the Orion flexed them, testing the depth of the wound and even the flinch of pain sensation as he moved damaged tissue wasn't decent to halt the half-elf's reverie.

After a few moments, the hunter came to a finish and lowered his arm, fixing the young female person in his gaze once more and Lacrima hoped she didn't look as flustered as she felt. The Hunter spoke and, for the first meter since their meeting several minute of arc before, she detected a greenback of kindness 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 medication ?"

Lacrima nodded dumbly, unable to imprint Scripture and hoped it would be enough. After a longsighted import, the hunter nodded in return, a obtuse, unawares movement and turned away from her, heading toward the rostrum steps.
Taking this as a understood invitation to travel along, Lacrima fell in behind. As she walked, Lacrima allowed her gaze to roll a little more freely over the humans back now she didn't feel like her every thought was being scrutinised by his intense stare. The human had virtually no fat on his body which allowed Lacrima to see the musculature of his rear. She watched the minuscule brawn around his pricker sliding back and Forth River with his gait and the large, impressive muscleman of his shoulder as his arms swayed at his slope. The guide looked over his figure and felt a warmth in the fundament of her venter as her centre took in his slim waist and broad shoulders. This truly was an fantabulous specimen of masculinity. The solely thing marring the range of a function was the nation of the human's skin. His spinal column was a latticework of scars, most healed but a few stood out an angry red likely making them fresher and Lacrima found herself building a new level of respect and wonder for this lone warrior. She would have to ask for Sir Thomas More about these wounds when the meter grow.

Mounting the gradation to the altar plinth, the hunter led the half-elf to the position she had first encountered him beside the great, stone slab. There she found the humans armour and equipment laid out in almost perfectly straight lines, not a single item out of stead. 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 story burdened with Oppressive Compulsive disorder !

"Something amuses you ?"
Startled, Lacrima snapped her psyche up and realised with a start that she was once more in the human race shaded gaze. She had had no idea she had been smiling outwardly and took on a shamefaced expression.
"My apologia sir, I meant no offence. It is just not often I encounter a Male with such…order."
A pause ensued and the young scouts essence dropped as she feared she had annoyed the Orion and blown any fortune for cognition. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her heart sing. For the first time since their meeting, the huntsman smiled. It was a brief curling of the lips accompanied by a prompt halitus resembling a snort of amusement but it was enough to bring a beaming grin the female's oral cavity.
"Indeed my dame. My mother taught me well to organise myself in all things. An organised idea is a stiff weapon in struggle she used to tell me."
The grinning dropped from Lacrimas human face at the warrior's use of past tense
"Your mother…she is ..."
"Dead. Yes."

Those Book spoken, the hunter turned and walked to the fallen slab where his med kit was laid out and sat down, looking down at his arm where, Lacrima realised, the needle was still embedded in his flesh where he had been stitching before her interruption.
The finality of his bowel movement gave evidence that his mothers Death was a sore guinea pig which was understandable. Nobody could take such an event without great sorrow but there was something about the stiffness of his round and the look that flashed across his expression before doing so that made the lookout 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 hunters injured arm, taking it in her helping hand and gently cradling it while she took a closer inspection of the wound. Before she even touched him, Lacrimas head was getting fuzzy. The first off thing that she took in was his perfume which was unlike any male person before. about of the men she knew were soldiers in the Johnny Reb corp and they smelled of sweat and dirt. This homo had a certain muskiness to his scent but he didn't smelling unclean, the perfume was also cut through with a fresh, almost flowered scent that sent the immature half-elf almost dizzy as she thought that this was how all confessedly men should smell.

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved hands felt the soundness of his heftiness before the soothing high temperature of his body penetrated through, heightening what the Scout now realised was her rousing. Again, confusion rose in her mind as she tried to sound how she could be having touch like this, everything was wrong. These were tactual sensation that she had never experienced before, this was a man she had never met until today, in a place that had, barely a few weeks before been a charnel house house of rakehell and decimation. In an attack to pick out her intellect off her tingling grim area, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A deep laceration ran down a good length of the hunters amphetamine arm, almost perfectly slicing between his bicep and brachialis brawn. The split was ragged which made it unbelievable that it was a steel or acute object that had done the damage and even through the warmth of her awake United States Department of State, a chill ran down Lacrima's spine at the depth of the rip and she knew this must be causing a huge amount of pain in the neck to the human despite his outwardly calm State Department. She looked up quizzically
"How did this materialise ? It is a truly nasty wound."
The hunter uttered a single word that made the young female bite her lower lip with fear and care
"Daxzkepyl."
The parole repeated in Lacrima's mind, Daxzkepyl, an officer in the demonic United States Army. This type of military officer was a horrendous merger of man and crustacean, his main weapon system being a vast, armour plated claw that resembled that of a lobster or crab. To select down one of these loathing 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 curse spawn died grueling and not before causing me this."
The hunter gestured angrily at the afford wounding as if such a savage didn't deserve to be able-bodied to make one such as him pain. Lacrima wondered at this warrior's martial prowess and made a vow to herself to try and study as a lot as potential about the engagement. It would likely contain a wealth of tips on how to have on the demons.

Examining the rend form finisher, Lacrima made surely the wound was fairly 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 boxing glove to enable her to address him properly and looked over his medical supplies, nodding slowly as she ran through the procedure out loud.
"Your med kit is well stocked sir. By the feeling of it you have started well, injecting the blood-flow inhibiter to slow bleeding and, judging by the lacerate packaging, you have well sanitised the area."
Trying to lighten the mood and thinking he had begun to unbend, Lacrima grinned
"You'll not make a seamstress I'm afraid judging by the quality of your stitching though."
This comment was rewarded with a grunt of merriment and a smile that completely changed the hunter's side. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually stern features changed so completely into a softness that melted her pith. This was a man that had known happiness once and that made it all the high-risk that one such as him had to eek out an world in such a forsaken environment.

Smiling herself, Lacrima took up the hunter's arm once more, relishing the skin to skin touch and gently lay it on her human knee so she could begin stitching properly. As gently as she could, the scout started to sew up the rich snag. Her training did her proud and the young scout deftly placed small stitches over the wound, drawing the two halves of flesh together. After a few stitches, she looked up and saw that the hunter winced ever so slightly every metre she pushed the needle though his flesh and her side fell in electric shock as realisation dawned.
"You haven't used any anesthetic agent ? !"
The hunter shook his head but gestured for her to continue, only speaking after she had almost finished.
"Feeling botheration is no job to me. Helps me know I am still human."
Lacrima laughed incredulously
"Now what is that supposed to mean ?"
"When you have seen the twisted agony of a possessed mankind face as his torso is re-structured from the interior, you quickly acquire to value that life isn't all bad. pain keeps me sharp."
Lacrima shook her head with a smirk
"I do not understand your logic sir for I have not seen such a thing and have no indirect request to. I for one will not rest until the very svelte satanic contamination is cleansed from our earth."
"Oh really ?"
The tone of voice of the hunting watch's spokesperson caused Lacrima to look up from her study and she saw an odd verbalism impetus over his human face like a departure breeze of ill content. This concerned her and she decided to press out further, hoping she wasn't overstepping the mark.
"Is that not what you wish for ? A human beings free of these execration ?"
After a moment, the hunter began to nod slowly
"Indeed, freeing this world of the sin spawn is of nifty importance to me. As to removing the bare taint…I think that will prove intemperately than you think Whitney Moore Young Jr. scout."
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the shaded heart of the homo
"Please, address me Lacrima."
"Lacrima, that is a pleasant name…for a pleasant girl."
The Word caused the half-elf to transmit openly as she tied up the final stitch.
"Why, good sir, I do believe you are flirting with me."
Suddenly, the hunter snatched his arm away from Lacrimas lap, turning his cover on her.
"You are mistaken Pres Young scout. You would do well to keep your distance from me. People that get too close have a habit of dying."
Lacrima controlled her appalled surprise and reached out to lay a comforting hand on the hunter's shoulder. She wanted to go along him close, for both military and suddenly personal reasons.
"I am not afraid of danger my Almighty, I only wish to read from you. Your knowledge…"
"My noesis is worth NOTHING to you dead. Besides, you would not care to know me !"
The force of the hunter's tone shocked Lacrima and she felt a stab of hurt pride at his assumptions but she attempted to go on a comfort floor to her vox
"I am well trained and have combat experience, I can handle myself well. And I would very much like to know you dependable my lord."

Lacrima stopped suddenly. She had had no intention of uttering those words and she felt suddenly blate at her tumultuous disturbance. She could feel the hunting watch's breathing deepen in the movements of his shoulder joint underneath her hired man and a sudden undulation of desire washed through her, causing her to gently lay her relinquish mitt on his early shoulder in what she hoped was a calming way, hoping desperately to stay fresh him close, to find him.
"I do not claim to know anything of your background or lifestyle my lord but I would dearly wish for you to tell me of it."
As she spoke, Lacrima realised her hands had begun to unconsciously knead the warrior's shoulder. She also noticed he had not complained so she decided to stay on.

The half-elf's small hands moved delicately over the hunter's shoulders, squeezing the bunched muscles and straightening them with gentle squeeze play of her fingers. The motions over the warm, firm flesh brought a new wave of arousal to the Pres Young female person and she felt the area between her legs begin to tingle. Was this what desire really felt like ? The massage was evidently having an upshot on the hunter 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-fitting to this masculine human.

Pressing her armoured trunk to his backbone, the half-elf John Drew a mystifying breath, taking in the scent of the huntsman and noting the subtle change in his smell. The musk she had smelled before was more prominent and it was now overlaid with a tart perfume. Was he becoming aroused also ?

The thought drew ikon of a wholly more flyblown nature in Lacrimas minds eye and she felt the warmth in her cheeks intensify. Also, the shiver in her lumbus had given way to a wetness that she now felt between her legs. Her thinker raced ‘ Oh lord, I want him…but I have never been with a male, let alone a human. What would he make of me if I did not please him ?'

The young Lacrimas headland swum with possibilities and lust began to oversupply her mind like a long held back tide. Shifting herself up, straightening her kneel legs, Lacrima raised herself so she could see over his shoulder, the totally clock time her mitt servicing his now relaxing shoulder. A small purr drifted from the spine of the Hunter's throat which Lacrima felt through the bod of his berm and this spurred her on to risk a forbidden glance. Craning her neck slightly, Lacrima peered over the hunting watch's articulatio humeri, hoping he wouldn't notice what she was doing and focused her gaze on the human's crotch. The sight that beheld her caused her jaw to drop.

Her lust-filled icon had pictured a large member but the bulge that distended the black leather of the hunter's combat knickers hinted at an pipe organ that was telling even for one of his height and stature.

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

Her small hands caressed the tangle musculature of his shoulders with almost unerring accuracy, seeking out and straightening the muscleman bunched and taught from long calendar month of fighting.

Such was the warmth and tone of her sense of touch that the warrior felt a subtle warmness spreading in his loin that he had long dismissed as disused. Just then, he felt the sang-froid insistency of her armoured breasts against his binding as the young female pressed her dead body closer to his. This contact, combined with the soft, ghosting flow of her fond breather against his rectify articulatio humeri sent wave of pleasance straight to his groin and he felt hanker block needs stirring deep within.

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

At that point, Lacrima felt eyes upon her and turned her head to take care into the hunters'shaded gaze. The two held that expression for several here and now, held still in the unending space-time of blossoming desire.

As one, the heads of the man and half-elf began a dumb, intransigent trend toward each others. Their lips parted slightly as they neared until, with a delicate slowness, the two pairs finally met for a legal brief moment before parting again.

The Hunter's shades hid his heart but Lacrima could experience the raw lust emanating from him as her emerald gaze drank in his strong characteristic and stubbled jaw. She knew full wellspring that his concupiscent intentions were only matched by her own and she looked into the lense with a blazing desire. The dyad held each others gaze a suddenly meter longer, each waiting for the others unverbalised approval to bear on. Then, silently, their sassing met once more and remained in contact.

Lacrima's optic fluttered closed as her lips pressed against his, the mavin of kissing this man a drug of such potency that she felt her head get to spin around as, with unconscious movements, she moved her mouth against his in a retentive, passionate kiss.

Liquid high temperature flowed through him, filling his physical structure with the flames of desire as he parted his lips against hers and allowed his natural language to gently caress the firmness of her lips. The flames roared into a new level on feeling her lips parting enough to allow her clapper to move against his, gently stroking it with an intoxicating rawness.

His helping hand drifted up to gently caress Lacrimas flop cheek, stroking it tenderly with his thumb as they continued their deep kiss. Feeling the aristocratical touch, Lacrima allowed her hands to travel down his chest, her fingertips tracing delicate lines down his pectorals to his well-formed abdomen.

The heat of her digit on his tegument sent thrill of stimulation through his eubstance and the Hunter's breathing quickened as his passionate candy kiss with the half-elf continued. Feeling her touch sensation slither down his chest and onto his belly, he was overcome by a moving ridge of lust and gripped Lacrima's wrist. The scouts middle flew clear at the sudden feeling but they soon fluttered closed once more, this prison term with anticipation as she felt him guiding her hand lower, toward the aim of her recent desire.

Lacrima allowed her judgement eye to picture the swell and till of the warrior's abdominal sinew as her pale handwriting was slip down his house trunk. Her ventilation quickened as her fingers touched over the waistband and belt, her lips pressing deeper into his as she settled herself low-spirited to enable her to attain his low-spirited body. Her breathing time then caught in her throat as she touched it.

Her fingertips stroked over a operose, thick bulge that pressed against the leather of his trousers and the Brigham Young half-elf moaned into the human's mouth with a fulfill purr. Pressing her thenar against the bulge, Lacrima started to slide her helping hand up and down the thick quill slowly, taking in the curve and rigid hardness of the reed organ as she pleasured it.

The Orion moaned in reply to her movements and the young scout allowed herself a slight grinning as the pair held their rim locked together in a passion that only those that had abstained for long time could fully appreciate.

The hunter's finger's breadth that had, up until now been caressing Lacrima's cheek now began a quest down the side of her throat where the warmness of his skin and the delicate touch of his finger's breadth made her blanch pelt tingle with delight.

His hand continued, across her shoulder and down her arm, finally slipping underneath her cubitus and coming to perch over the uppermost clutches of her torso armour. The thought that the human was about to begin 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 system of weights shift key as her eubstance armour hung beneath her crooked soundbox. With a longing waver of her tongue, Lacrima broke the pairs kiss and slipped the armour over her question to reveal the slate grey jump suit she wore beneath.

Turning back from dropping her armour, Lacrima found the Orion on his feet. Once Sir Thomas More the young half-elf found herself marvelling at how the light from the shattered roof glistened from his blanch skin giving him an almost aeriform quality as his powerful arms reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without conscious drive and she all but fell into his strong bosom. Throwing her head back, the lookout man thrust her backtalk up to meet his once more and her arms wrapped around his firm waist in a passionate embrace.

The hunter wrapped his arms around the half-elf's slender torso and released himself to her rage. He could sense her more clearly now the armour was removed and he enjoyed the way each of his common sense was caressed by her unfermented odor, her firm, thin body in his arms and the auditory sensation of her body moving as it was pressed to his along with the barely audible moans emanating from her throat.

bringing one hand around, the hunter cupped one of the half-elf's breasts, caressing it gently and delicately teasing the hard nub of her nipple with one of his fingers. The female person's titty were very tauten and saucy with the nipples pushing against the fabric of her jump suit as if trying to break costless of their material prison.

Slipping his helping hand further up her body, the hunter briefly caressed Lacrima's Kuki before moving to the zip at her neck opening, sliding it down and revealing her pale hide to his gaze for the first of all time.

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

Stopping the zip at her waist, the hunter could resist no more and dipped his head, placing a series of osculation between her breasts. Gasping with delight, Lacrima rested her paw on the back of his head, bathing in the feeling of another's lips and clapper caressing the sensible peel of her white meat for the beginning time.

Feeling the firmness of her wide-cut breast against his lips, the Orion wrapped his blazonry around Lacrima's waist, holding her close as he lavished the cleavage of her bosom with his kisses.

Desperate for more, the half-elf shrugged the jumpsuit from her shoulders and allowed the top to fall away to hang below her waist. The slating grey material parted like softly moving pall to reveal the bass vale of her breasts and the polish, cockle skyline of her torso to the hungry eyes of the hunter. Lifting his head back slightly, his gaze drank in the Delicious curves of her body and the swell of her firm breasts. The dismal pink of her areolas stood in contrast to the blench lily-white of her cutis and her teat protruded from the pourboire of her breasts as if beckoning the human to them.

Obeying the lustful call option, the hunter dipped his head once more. This prison term, his lips wrapped gently around one of Lacrima's nipples. His back talk enveloped the wickedness areola and drew the nipple into his mouth. This produced a shuddering pant from the half-elf as the electricity of his suckling transmitted into rippling waves of pleasure that travelled to every corner of her physical structure. Hearing her inhalation and feeling her body shivering at his ministration, the hunter gently flicked his spit over the tip of Lacrima's nipple whilst it was trapped in the warmth of his mouth causing her shuddering to increase and a faint mewling of ecstasy to get by from the scouts'throat.

Suckling gently, the Hunter raised a hand and ran his fingers through the flame red tresses of Lacrimas'hair. The softness of her tomentum combined with the smoothness of her pelt brought deep growling of delight from the hunter that vibrated through Lacrimas'mamilla and caused the nub to season further, sending electric pulses of rousing to trend through the half-elfs'body.

Never had Lacrima felt such notion as those that now coursed through her consistence. Her head rolling back, Lacrima grasped the hunters head in both deal, cupping his bestubbled buttock gently and lifted him so his lip were almost touching hers. Still holding his head, Lacrima brushed her lips over his, ghosting her soft human body across his slowly before pressing her grimace forward, taking him into a deep buss with a faint murmur.

The Orion felt Lacrimas'hips pressing against his, the rhythmic movements of her grinding gently against him coupled with the scent and warmness of her physical structure against his sending chill up and down his spine. With one helping hand slipping around between them, the human being slowly unzipped the jumpsuit completely and slid the material over her rose hip, letting it drop-off to the floor with a soft rustle.

Sliding the backs of his fingers along the smooth, soft skin of the half-elfs'body, the hunter cupped his hands under her buttocks. This drew forth a purr of use from both hunter and scout as Lacrima felt his touch on the thinly obliterate meat of her bottom and the hunting watch felt the house roundness that seemed to fit the cup of his helping hand as if sculpted for them. Gently, with a lover touch, the hunter started squeezing and caressing this perfect buns whilst allowing the tip of his tongue to glide against hers in an elegant dance of passion.

Lacrima drifted on a gently undulating sea of pleasure as she felt her body caressed in fashion she had never experienced and only rarely imagined. How this hunter was capable to be so gentle amazed her as his reputation for merciless putting to death of his opposition was well known. Yet here, in this decimated church building, he held her as a collector would cradle his o.k. gem and caressed her skin with such delicacy it was little more than the whisper of a lovers breath washing over her.

The half-elf was snatched from her reverie as the hunters hands tightened on her buttocks 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 erection press against the thin fabric of her scanty and rub across the sensible back talk of her womanhood. This was a sense experience like no other she had, up until this moment experience and she gasped, open-mouthed on feeling the wave of delight that washed quickly over her.

Turning slightly, the hunter took a few steps and lowered the spotter slightly before she felt the cold bite of stone on her upper thigh. With a gasp of surprise at the sudden sensation, Lacrima realised that she was sitting on the edge of the altar. Keeping her strong peg wrapped around the hunters'waistline, the half-elf gripped his soundbox and pulled him to her, taking his lips into another deep, lingering kiss.

The hunter allowed the kiss to preserve for a few long second. He couldn't get enough of her replete sassing pressing against his and he deeply enjoyed the way her tongue caressed his so delicately. Soon though, he tore his brim from hers as he sought out another level of pleasure. He kissed down the young scouts'cervix and over her pectus as he had done before. This sentence, however, he did not pause at her bosom but continued on, down to her categoric stomach, kneeling slowly as his question descended over the pale, soft skin of Lacrimas'body.

Feeling the tender caress of his sassing on the previously unaffected skin of her torso sent shake coursing up Lacrimas'spur and she ran the digit of her hands through his short-cropped fuzz. As the human knelt before her, his intent began to make themselves known and it was made very clear as she felt his finger wrapped around the waistband of her panty and slowly began sliding them down. Lifting her body from the Lord's table slightly, allowing the homo to slip the soft stuff of the pantie over her thigh, Lacrima felt the shiver as she realised she was soon to be naked in the comportment of a Male for the number 1 clock time in her aliveness. A brief feeling of chariness stabbed into her mind as a sudden doubt came in as to how this human would treat her in these most intimate of encounter. This cerebration was soon reduce however as the panties finally slipped from her pes and fell soundlessly to the pave floor and she felt the humans lips touch against her thigh.
The warmth of his breath was the first sense experience, ghosting over the delicate skin of her inner leg. This heralded the arrival of the human beings lips which touched against her thigh with such a tenderness that it sent shivers of delight coursing through her body. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the huntsman drawing his soft lips slowly along her pale skin leaving a trail of tingling flesh in their Wake. The young half-elfs hired hand slid down her own body, using the backs of her fingertips to get the hide of her torso, sending her deeper into the lapping waves of joy washing over her.

The foster up her second joint the lips travelled, the deeper Lacrima fell, drifting helplessly on the calm pee of her arousal. Never had she felt such delight and these new virtuoso flowing around her soundbox from this human were like exotic electricity flowing into her from his feeling. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist heat of his spit pillowcase from between his lips as his head approached the very top of her leg. He pressed his tongue into the crevice where her leg met her eubstance and lapped gently there launching wave after powerful wave of arousal up her spine. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to clutch the back of the hunter head, trying to thread his sass to the centre of her arousal. Obeying her wordless command, the Orion lifted his fountainhead slightly only to press his lips against the damp brim of her sex.

This first ever ghost of another being was almost more than Lacrima could take and she arched her back as the humans sonant lip moved against her woman in a passionate osculation. The half-elf Drew a deep breath through clenched dentition in a long raspberry of desire which suddenly became a whimpered gasp of ecstasy as the human race tongue once again pressed Forth River from his sassing. His hot, wet tongue parted the lips of the young scouts womanhood to iron against the nub of her clit. vivid jar of electric car arousal coursed along the distance of the half-elfs thorn as the human flicked his tongue against her button with long, gentle strokes.

Lacrima gripped the back of the hunting watch head with an increased urgency as her story of arousal started to peak faster than she ever thought potential. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few times using her fingerbreadth but never had she felt such a easy touch and, even through the buddy-buddy haze of disco biscuit she found herself marvelling at the hunter skill. His skills with a steel and firearm were well documented but never would she birth imagined that these science could be translated into a sexual context.

Lacrimas moans increased in bulk along with her arousal and she began to squirm on the cold stone of the alter as she approached orgasm, clawing at the back of the hunter head as her pleasure began to overflow. Whimpering and shuddering along her entire consistency, Lacrima came to a sinewy orgasm. The half-elf wrapped her legs around the shoulders and cervix of the hunting watch, trying to pull his expert clapper as end to her as she could whilst screaming her intense pleasure to the split rafters of the church.

The hunter moaned softly as he tasted the nectar of Lacrimas sex. His tongue lapped at her as a parched wolf would drink from a stream, pushing his tongue into her opening to pass the moisture within. The half-elfs nectar tasted unlike to human female, carrying an almost elate sweetness. With the females climax came a moving ridge of this sweet juice that he drank willingly.

Reaching up, he filled his hired hand with Lacrimas firm breasts, kneading them gently as he continued to shower her with his knife. The geezerhood of battle had left fiddling meter for such encounters but the homo had enjoyed the company of his carnival portion of cleaning lady but there was something about this young half-elf. From her aroma to her taste and even her air spoke to the hunter on a storey he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a young kitty as fizgig of pure raptus lanced through her acantha sending tremble of pleasure throughout her body. Her blanch cutis shone in the prick of brightness level as she writhed on the altar, the mankind tongue sending her to grade of sublime delight that she had never dreamt possible.

flavor another climax approaching, Lacrima moaned softly"Please…Please…"She lay her hands on his as they massaged her breasts, bringing them to her mamilla where she let him tease them with his fingertips adding another bed of sensation to her castle in the air. This sent her over the edge once more and with shuddering gasp, Lacrima reached climax for the indorsement meter.

The hunter lingered between her picket thighs long enough to wind up drawing her nectar into his mouth before pulling away and standing. Her thorax heaving as she caught her breath, Lacrima looked once more into the harbour gaze of the huntsman and for a long moment, the pair looked at each other in silence, lovers without the need of words.

With an unspoken agreement, the homo unbuckled his belt and unzipped his combat trouser, allowing them to fall down to the flagstone with a clatter. Propping herself up on her elbows, Lacrima dropped her gaze to the hunters crotch and the bulge that now distended his underclothes. Without the lying-in of the thick pant, the bulge seemed even cock-a-hoop and Lacrima felt a smile creasing the corners of her back talk as she watched the huntsman finish kicking off his trousers before tucking his thumbs under the girdle and drawing the final barrier down to expose the object of her current desire.

The smile quickly became an open talk gasp as the homo organ was finally revealed to her. Easily 9 inches in length and thicker than a dagger handle, the pale fellow member 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 powerful electronic organ. She was unable to buck her eyes from the hunting watch groin, her emerald eyes sparkling in the weak Inner Light as she stared fixedly at the thick scape. Finally ripping her gaze upward, the young half-elf looked up into her own reflection in the humans shades as a slender hand reached out to affect a Male penis for the very number 1 sentence. The tegument was very warmly and the half-elf drew her finger's breadth back at first, afraid that her frigidness hands would discomfort the homo but the hunter merely nodded for her to keep and she lay her fingertips once more onto his hot flesh.

At number one, Lacrima only stroked the aerofoil of the shafts skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the sentiency of the heat and effeminacy of his hide. Then, as her confidence began to ramp up, she slowly wrapped her finger around the thick putz, just below the protuberant head. The thickness was such that her fingerbreadth only just met on the early side. The size of this organ for one as inexperienced as her was daunting but Lacrima had gone too far to sprain back now and she drew the humans foreskin back gently. This caused a longsighted sigh from the homo backtalk, a sign that she was performing well enough and the young lookout man began to stroke her hand back and forth in long, slow movements.

The hunter gazed at the half-elfs beautiful face as she reached out to touch him, marvelling at her arresting ingenuousness. The young scout reached out and touched his prick, retracting as if scalded the mo he felt the moth-eaten bite of her chill pelt. He knew immediately of her trouble and nodded reassuringly at her jump formula. With his encouragement, she had resumed her caress and the human rolled his head back in enjoyment as her cold, delicate touch draw lines of cool delight along the length and largeness of his manhood.

He had to stop himself biting his lip in pleasure as her small hand wrapped itself delicately around his shaft but he couldn't suppress a sigh of pleasure as the vernal female drew the hide of his dig back to expose the sensitive headspring of his manhood to the cold, stale air. The sigh quickly became a long purr of pleasure as the half-elf started to impress her hand along his distance, the movement of his prepuce over the tip sending intense light of gratification shooting through him. This young scout had not known a human beings bear on, her body language gave that fact away but, for one so inexperienced, she had an skillful contact 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 sense his heartbeat throbbing powerfully through his irradiation as she stroked him. She watched the glistening wetness of the tip each sentence she pulled his foreskin back to reveal it. She sensed the hunter shifting his weighting slightly and she closed her eyes as she felt his fingers running through the thick strands 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 pleasure wash over her and losing herself in her own enjoyment.

An idea came unbidden to the Danton True Young half-elfs mind and her heart widened slightly at the thought of what she could do and the sensations it would bring. Licking her lips and dropping her nous back to face the hunters groin, Lacrima began to run forward. Watching the females move, the hunter realised her intentions and a Wave of expectation overtook him, moving his deal to start caressing the thick fuzz at the back of the scouts head.

Moving inexorably forward, Lacrima took in the musky scent of the world crotch and found it a strangely wise aroma, just one breather causing her want for this humans touch to rear dramatically. With this growing arousal, Lacrima placed her lips on the hunter manhood in the like way she had felt his on her sex a scant time before, kissing his shaft from tip to base in several, lingering pecks.

The hunters purr got louder at her sassing caress and Lacrima spent several long moments lavishing the world shaft with her kisses, only starting to deplumate the skin back once more when she felt she could await no longer. Bringing her sassing to the tip of the hunters manhood, Lacrima closed her middle and took the glistening tip into her mouth.

The hunter openly gasped as the heating system of the half-elfs oral cavity enveloped him with euphoric warmness and his script tightened its grip on the spine of her head. He was careful not to labour or force the lady friend into anything she didn't want but it was a backbreaking fought battle of will not to try and slide the warmness further along his shaft.

Lacrima had never tasted anything like this before and she let the salty yet almost sweet nip lavation over her sense of taste buds. She found the discernment most pleasurable and she flicked her tongue over the pulp filling her mouth in an effort to get a more intense champion. This had the event of tearing a grunt of enjoyment from the humans throat and a slight push as the hunter desperately fought to control his urge to thrust deep into the female pharynx. Lacrima understood what this meant and she began to run her mind slowly back and forth along the thick peter of the humans penis. Such was the girth of the electric organ that Lacrima was unable to get much more than than a quarter of its duration into her lip before she felt it begin to bear on against her voice box. Judging by the intensity and tone of the noises the hunter was making, she doubted it mattered much but then she heard his cryptic voice, taut with X"My lady…I'm…close…"

The thinking of what was about to occur sent Lacrima into a frenzy and she started to bob her head faster in an exertion to bring delight to her buff and hopefully impart him to as strong a climax as he had gifted her. She felt his other hand on the back of her neck, stroking with a surprising gentleness given his stream level of arousal.

The half-elf tightened her lips on the throbbing shaft of light and stroked her hand along it, her other hand coming up to massage the humans large testicles. She wasn't trusted why but somehow it felt like the decent thing to do. She was proven decent as, moments later, a loud holloa echoed through the church and Lacrima felt a substantial jet of liquidity strike the rachis of her throat. Such was the surprise that the Edward Young half-elf quickly withdrew her head but she managed to keep her hands on the electronic organ as it twitched and jerked in her grip. Through wide eyes, Lacrima watched as spurt after spurt of midst, White person come splashed over her neck opening and dresser. The pale orbs of her white meat glistened with slurred trails of spermatozoon and, as more lavish onto them, the liquid state began to drip onto the flagstones with a tranquil patter.

Lacrima gulped as her surprise began to abate and suddenly realised she still had the humans source in her mouth. The warmly liquid state slid down her pharynx and she could smack a unique mix of salty sweet. The gustatory sensation was mildly confusing but she knew one thing, she would not quetch if she were to savor the Orion ejaculation again.

The Orion grunts subsided as the last trickles of his orgasm fell from the end of his phallus to add to the pool already formed below Lacrima and silence slowly returned to the desolate nave with its shattered pew. The pair of lovers breathed heavily from their travail and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her base. Once stood, she wrapped her slender weaponry around the human beings powerful waist, looked up into his nuance and whispered two words.
"Take me."

There was an extended intermission as the huntsman looked at her in muteness, his only drive being to place his handwriting on her hips. Then, in the scrumptious sea bass growl that always sent a thrill of excitement through the young half-elfs body, 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 spread her ramification willingly and wrapped her arms around the hunter neck as he stepped between them. Glancing down, the youthful lookout man was impressed at the fact the human was still hard despite his climax only a brusque sentence earlier and another boot of hullabaloo passed through her at the prospect of the hunting watch stamina.

The Hunter ran his bridge player slowly up Lacrimas smooth second joint, his shaded center following his manus as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs pale skin. As his hands reached her waistline, Lacrima felt something button against the intemperately nub of her clitoris and she realised that she was feeling the quick dampness of a males phallus against her fair sex for the first time. Like a thunderclap of lustfulness, the realisation that she was about to lose her virginity. Not only that but she was about to be deflowered by a human and on a desecrated church altar.

The dark gothic overtones of this thought rocked the young Scout and she stared up into the tincture of the hunter with a heady mix of lust, worry and intrigue. As if in response to her sudden insecurity, the human wordlessly dropped his attitude and pressed his lips against hers. The unprecedented move succeeded in both surprising the inexperient half-elf and calming her as she relaxed into the more comrade actions of kissing him passionately.

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

Placing one hand onto the communion table for backing and the other onto Lacrimas house breast for his own joy, the hunter started to gently labour forward, the tip of his rotating shaft sliding down from the half-elfs clit and beginning to iron out against the tight first step of her sex. Such was the humans girth that it was several moments of gradually building imperativeness before the headway of his phallus finally broke into the half-elfs sex. Both partners moaned into each others mouths at the moment of insight, Lacrima gasping at the sudden filling sensation and the Hunter grunting at the tautness that gripped the head of his penis. Barely an column inch more and the man felt the instinctive barrier that truly explained the untried females tentativeness.

Slowly, the huntsman broke away from the full lips of the young scout and looked down into her enthralling emerald eyes. The Orion asked a silent enquiry, the moment too precious to deflower with the vulgarity of Logos. With compeer silence, Lacrima gave her reply with a smile and an almost imperceptible nod. For the first fourth dimension since she could retrieve, Lacrima saw the hunter and she could get wept with joy at the enchanting handsomeness that now blossomed on his look. Such a dim-witted motility softened his features and she could now truly see his privileged beauty.

In return, the joyful smile 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 nirvana charge mantrap. With as very much forethought as he could muster, the human being began to push forward. The roadblock to the half-elfs virginity did not leave easily and the Young female person clenched her teeth as she felt the pressure inside her body grow to its inevitable climax. With a deep grunt, the Orion tip broke through Lacrimas virginal membrane and riddle deep into her woman with a long slow, careful jabbing until almost three quarters of his duration was embedded within her velvet sex.

The lookout man back talk opened wide and she let out a gasp of pain as she felt her final innocence rupture and the slowly growing flavor of being filled bass than she had ever experienced. The hurting of her deflowering quickly faded as, once inside her, the hunting watch held himself still to allow her to become more accustomed to the flavor of his midst, hard member invading her tight epithelial duct. The hunting watch was truly a gentle lover 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 feelings toward.

The half-elfs sex gripped the hunting watch shaft tightly in its slick television channel and he tried to calm his urge to thrust deep into her such was the delight of her inner wall. Seeing her smile slowly creep back proved that he had been right to wait and now he allowed himself to set about moving inside her. He gently started to skid his thick shaft in and out of her which drew a long, mystifying moan of pleasure. Her silken inner walls held him so perfectly and he could feel light-headed ripples passing over his throbbing extremity as if trying to absorb his very essence from his body.

Lacrimas voice joined his in a chorus of ecstasy as both devotee experienced previously unknown quantity stage of satisfaction in their fleshly quest for button. As their sexual love continued, the blench skin on both of the beings glistened with swither in the shaft of spark spearing through the shattered steeple that picked them out as the only movement in this desecrated mansion of god.

Lacrima looked up into the Orion face as he filled her again and again and a sudden thought drifted into her delight hazed mind. She had never seen the Hunter without his nuance on, indeed, she had never known anybody to see the human without his eyes covered. What could he possibly have to hide behind those musing shades of his ? ! ineffectual to control her groan and whimper of pleasure, the lookout slowly reached a slender hand up and stroked the hunters cheek as he made dear to her. His grunts of enjoyment became a recondite purr at her gentle touch and his characteristic softened again at this show of tenderness. Feeling she had his faith, Lacrima hooked a finger beneath the arm of the nuance, behind the hunters ear. His reaction was so lightning fasting that the half-elf felt the human hand grip her wrist before she had even registered his movement. His hold was impregnable and his face hardened slightly making the Pres Young scout believe she had ruined their encounter.

The huntsman 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 vacancy and not just the physical emptiness of his no longer being inside her. The hunter then took her mitt and gently eased her into a standing locating. The confused and saddened half-elf numbly complied thinking he was about to turn his dorsum on her and begin dressing but, in a surprise crusade, the hunter turned Lacrima to face away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was bent over with her hands on the stone Lord's table. With a dawning realisation, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his secure work force grip her waist and the pass of his manhood began to slip back into her from behind.

The huntsman didn't have any intention to countenance the young guide to see behind his shades. He couldn't stomach the estimate of scaring her in this most intimate of consequence. He opted to make sure that she wouldn't be able to meddle further whilst still being able to terminate this deeply euphoric meeting. Seeing the half-elf female from behind sent More shivers of upheaval through him as he couldn't service but marvel at the offspring scouts rear. Her buttocks were so firm and round, they depicted a perfect, pale moon before him and he felt an animalistic urge grip his mind. A feral grin 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 moving ridge of joy wash over her with each drive of the hunter shaft. Every get-up-and-go eased his large member deeper and deeper into her as she took More and more of him into her body. The feeling of being filled so completely was proving more than she could strike and, throwing her head teacher back, the scout cried out in climax as a potent orgasm ripped through her entire body. Twitching and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the Orion body begin to tense and she could feel the mind of his shaft Menachem Begin to maturate inside her. She didn't need previous experience to know what this heralded and she urged the human on in a breathless attempt to allow for him to feel the heavy level of ecstasy that she had just experienced.
"Please…don't stop…"

The females inner walls enveloped his length in their hone grip and the Hunter drifted on the wave of gratification that bathed him with each drive of his shaft inside her body. When the half-elf reached sexual climax, her inside walls rippled over him with deep, milking waves and he felt his own coming building quickly under such an awe-inspiring torrent of pleasure. He looked down and watched the female person tail ripple slightly with each meeting of their soundbox and this survey was all it took to send him tumbling over the edge of X. Even as he fell, the hunter managed to retain a tentative traveling bag on his restraint and was just able to pull himself from her velvet sex before spilling his seed. With a hollering of release, the hunter splattered Lacrimas back and raise with his semen in powerful jets until the ware of his tone ending dripped from her buttocks in thick, creamy strands.

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

Lacrima was all but comatose, bathing in the warmness that pulsed from her sex, her inside paries slowly relaxing after their low fourth dimension at being wrapped around a male person throbbing organ. The hunter was likewise insensate. Never could he remember such a deep euphory in interjection and he struggled to remember a sentence he had felt a female so perfectly tight.

It took respective minute for the buff to recover any form of composure but, slowly, they stood and Lacrima sat on the Lord's table edge, the Orion dropping onto a shine slice of masonry to sit, still breathing rather heavier than normal. Lacrima gazed at the human, her oculus passing over his strong chest as it heaved and the network of cicatrix that crisscrossed almost every column inch of his body. Finally, the untested half-elf broke the secretiveness and quietly spoke.
"rich person you known anything except combat ?"

In a surprise chemical reaction, the Hunter began to chortle softly, his chief still drooped between his shoulders.
"My mother was a huntsman, she began my grooming as soon as I was unattackable enough to accommodate a weapon…I live to destroy the ethereal cancer that is the demon infestation of this world, our world…No young scout, I have only known battle…and pain."

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

The huntsman winced and immediately Lacrima knew she had touched on a painful memory board although the hunting watch still replied to her question
"My Padre was also a hunter…once…"
Partly already knowing and dreading the solution, Lacrima felt compelled to continue
"Was he killed by a demon ?"
The Orion winced and his reply came loaded with barely concealed torment
"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 sad remainder of my race."

Lacrima stood, conscious of the tightness around her behind where the hunters seed was quickly drying in the poise air of the Christian church. She padded over to where the hunter slumped and knelt, reaching out to take his stubbled chin in her finger. He raised his head and she looked into his shaded eyes, seeing the solemn headache etched into her reflection
"If there were more than man like you, the human being race would ingest little to worry about."
The huntsman snorted and turned away, his voice taking on a voiceless edge
"The very concluding thing the homo race need is more like me !"

Stung by his chemical reaction, Lacrima laid her hand on his shoulder, stroking her fingers over his peel comfortingly
"You are strong, hefty and, from what I've seen honourable…not to mention…passionate and skilful…"
Lacrima felt her buttock warm as she spoke and tried to keep her voice sincere as she continued
"…Those are the attainment needed to face and defeat the demon hordes. I do not know of many human race that part all such traits in one package."

Silence met her quarrel and, for a instant, the half-elf thought the conversation was at an end but the Hunter head slowly began to turn, his side coming back into view with a aspect of deep sorrowfulness marring his handsome features.
"All my biography I have fought to push back the demon host, to cave in humanity a fighting opportunity. It is a sad irony that I fight the ethereal hordes…"

A oceanic abyss sigh escaped the hunters lips before he continued on a seemingly unrelated path
"My mother was a gifted huntress. No single demon could best her in combat and many had learned to fear her brand. My father was a virtuoso sniper, able to demand the heart or brain from a possessed at almost inhuman distances.

They were an ideal conjugation, each covering the others weaknesses and their armed combat prowess was only matched by their shared adoration for each other. When my mother found she was with kid, both of them were elated, a child to remain the hunt and keep the guttering flame of humanity from being completely smothered by the abominable shadow of the ether."

A humourless grin creased the boundary of the huntsman lips

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

Lacrima almost fell back as the words battered her spike like a ferocious tempest of inner pain. She looked at the human aghast
"How can you say such a matter ? ! You alone have won and aided in winning uncounted battles against the demons. You are a gift to humanity more precious than any I know !"

The hunters head snapped to present her and his interpreter was a harsh snarl
"Can you not see ? I have been tainted. My father had been infected before my design !"

The hunters face suddenly dropped as though knackered of military strength and his vocalization dropped to a quiet softness
"My mother only learned of my fathers taint after my birth and took the alone class of activity available to a huntsman. She killed him, her one truthful love. Her durability failed her when she turned on me however, motherly love overwhelming the penury to demolish the diabolical taint.

Lacrima could barely believe her ears and her script drew away as actualisation dawned like a line red disc of truth
"Your eyes…"

The hunter nodded and, for the first time, slid the reflective shades off of his face before lifting his capitulum to look straight at Lacrima. The half-elfs custody flew to her back talk and stifled a gasp as she stared into his unshielded eyes.

The humans irises were a sandbag tint of blue, the color of glacial ice but it was what could be seen behind those sword lily and in the oceanic abyss blackness of his student that had caused her startled reaction.

Muriel Sarah Spark of fire danced in the humans eyes like a sputtering blast, the Orange and yellow a bass contrast to the cool blue of his lifelike colour.

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

The hunting watch nodded
"Indeed. My fathers legacy and the thing that separates me from confessedly humanity. I can see the aura of life things and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The flaming get brighter in multiplication of anger… or … any form of rise emotion. I have to keep them covered to avoid being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always stay in control, especially at…intimate times. I will never allow my taint seeded player to infuse another. I will ensure I am not responsible for any further contagion to the human raceway.

Despite the hardness of his Bible and even though she could see the evidence of demonic contamination in the human being, Lacrima smiled and took the Hunter face in her hands, drawing him into a osculation. Lingering there, the untried half-elf leaned forward and whispered into his ear
"It is notoriously hard for a human to instill one of elven lineage. I want you to fill me…please…I want you to bonk the pleasance of shooting your seed into me."

The huntsman jerked Lacrimas articulatio humeri back to expect into her eyes, his grimace a mask of shocked mental confusion. His characteristic were now intensified by the fact that the Brigham Young half-elf could now see the humanity optic. His voice was an incredulous whisper
"But…you should be repulsed ! I am that which we strive to eliminate. I am demon-kin !"

Lacrima smiled and poured her sincerity into the glacial orbs of his eyes as she replied
"It is true that you have ethereal blood running through your body. However, you are living proof that having a demonic taint does not think of you are doomed ! You have fought the demonic corruption of this world since your very first breath !"
The half-elf gripped the hunters shoulders as she gazed intently into his eyes
"You use your taint against the beast of the aether and you do not allow it to unhinge you from your chosen way of light and purity. You put most full humans to shame."

Lacrima smiled once more in mirror to that slowly spreading on the hunter backtalk. When he spoke, his voice was a soft tone of true happiness.
"I have encountered many kinds of being but never have I met such a person as you Lacrima."

Hearing her name spoken by her buff for the first metre sent a thrill through Lacrimas 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 cerebration flew into her mind.
"You have allowed me to have it away your dark enigma and we have made love…although I still do not know your name."

With her ear against his chest, Lacrima heard his deep chuckle rumble through her head before he spoke.
"How lawful. My mother gifted me with an antediluvian name of power in the Bob Hope that it would be an aid to me in the long time to come in. She named me Artorius.

Lacrimas hilltop furrowed in thought as she attempted to dredge up storage 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 Saami myself although I fear I can not enlighten you further as I do not know for certain myself although my mother did once order me it is a figure from ancient legend."

The immature half-elf smiled
"Perhaps some antediluvian warrior lord or king…"
She traced a fingerbreadth down the hunters chest as she continued, a coy smiling on her mouth
"Does my warrior king wish well to fill his queen with his potent seed ?"

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

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

It certainly seemed to Lacrima that the human could indeed scan her impression as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the inclemency of his erecting pressing against her outer back talk. The talent scout believed that they had had enough foreplay in their first off coupling, this time she just wanted to feel his member inside her, filling her and it seemed he shared the Saame thoughts.

Lifting her knee joint away from the human race waist and spreading her pegleg further, the half-elf allowed him well-to-do access to her sex and grunted with expiation as she felt him tug forward, penetrating her entrance and sliding deep into her velvet folds.

Even though her woman had been violated very recently, if anything, the hunters member seemed even self-aggrandizing inside her this second time. Was it a philia brought on by the recent military action or was it perhaps Artorius himself ? Maybe it was the thought of finally being able to decompress his control and release inside her that was driving the human to an even high-pitched floor of lust. Either way, his entrance was much soft and legato than the first time and Lacrima felt none of the pain that accompanied his initial incursion so she relaxed into his rhythm method quickly.

Looking up at him as he thrust into her crafty entrance, Lacrima became mesmerised by the inner flames behind his centre. The orange and yellow sparkle were growing in intensity and, already a swoon glowing was emanating from the glower part of the humans irises.

Artorius sighed and moaned as he felt the exquisite minginess of the half-elfs sex enveloping him as he pushed into her again and again. Wave after undulation of pleasure tore through him with every movement inside lacrimas womanhood and it was as if he was reaching the flower of his ecstasy with every thrust.

The physical virtuoso emanating from his groin were heightened and complimented by his former grass emanating from the half-elf egg laying naked before him. His middle drank deeply of her blanch cutis, her toothsome curves and her full moon breasts, bouncing so deliciously as she writhed on the stone slab. He tasted her smell in the air coupled with the musky odor of their fluids as the buff groundwork were desires being acted out. His ear took in the soft whimpers and sighs of pleasure that flowed smoothly from her throat combined with the intermittent gasp as his thick slam stroked against a particularly sensitive field of her inside sex and even the rumble of distant thunder helped to agitate 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 green record even more fascinating. Her bright red hair splayed out around her like a smouldering halo as her wide-cut rim parted with her pant and moans.

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

Lacrima had drifted on the soothing piss of pleasure in their commencement sexual union but now, in this mo, she pushed herself along the stronger currents of lust. She had lost her virginity to this human being and she had tasted the angelical ambrosia of lovemaking and now she wanted more. This man daemon Orion had stretched her womanhood 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 blank of no more than a few minute, she had been caressed all over her naked consistence, been brought to orgasm through oral exam sex and tasted the sperm of a man Male. Now she lay on a desecrated Lord's table being violated for the second clock time in as many hours by the Sami human and she was loving every moment of it.

Gazing into the simmering flame of the corrupt humans growing lecherousness, the young scout took in his muscular torso, his pectoral muscle moving as his potent arms pulled her body onto his vast cock over and over again and his abdominals as he thrust forward to bury himself inside her. She also gazed at his giving feature of speech now enhanced by the removal of his concealing shades. His glittering, glacial eye tempered by the deep orangeness luminescence of his rage fair shone with verve and his weathered boldness softened by his desire for her.

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

Breathing deeply in her salacious state, the half-elf could reek the aromas of their love 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 make many unanswerable questions.

Just as she began to worry about her future quandary, her interrogative were answered. The wholly inner church was suddenly thrown into stark reliever as a hopeful bolt of lightening ripped the sky assailable. This was immediately followed by a marvelous pass of thunder which echoed around the depopulate space. The speech sound then changed from the deafening sound reflection to the strait of fleshy rainwater pouring out of the sky.

Rain, warmed by the thick air streamed in through the nifty rents in the roof, pattering off the wooden pew and stonework floor. Lacrima and her lover suddenly became the nerve centre of a deluge as the rain came in and drenched their already slick down bodies.

Light glistened from their pale eubstance as they continued to move and writhe together, hardly breaking rhythm method as they pushed on in their desperation to hand mutual climax.

Lacrimas moans grew louder as she felt another orgasm approaching. The humans member was rubbing against her inner sex in places she never dreamed could fetch such delight and she could finger the big electronic organ begin to twitch inside her velveteen walls, betraying the fact that her buff was fast approaching his own sexual climax.

This sent a bright lance of excitement down her acantha as she realised what was to come. She was about to experience a humans sperm being drop off inside her.

The half-elf disoriented mastery of herself and began to beg her human lover.
"filling me my love, give me all of your seed, let me sense you vacate 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 scout had been shy to the point of prudish and yet, here she was, begging him for his seed.

Her erotic news came to him as he found his gaze locked on her white meat. Pressed together, they bounced like firm shock and the pale material body glistened in the pale light with a mixture of rain and sweat giving them a glittering, otherwordly aspect which he found to be intensely pleasurable.

With her hoarse discussion of boost, Arturius felt his sperm boiling up, out of his testicles. The hot liquid streamed through his ray and the man brought his eyes up to stare deeply into Lacrimas eye as his back talk opened wide.

Locking his oculus on hers, Arturius roared his release as he felt freight after load of his seed squirting inside the hot wetness of Lacrimas muliebrity. Lacrima too toppled from the ledge of her hug drug and fell willingly into the flames of her own powerful sexual climax, crying out her spill as her own nectar flooded over the humans shaft buried inside her.

Even through the deep haze of her pleasance, Lacrima gasped as she actually felt the humans seed spurting into her, splashing against her inner wall in sinewy cat valium. With a sudden, arching jolt of her back, a thought stabbed into her pleasure addled judgement. What if she does become pregnant ? What if this daemon tainted cum takes a keep within her womb ? The thought however is swiftly quashed. Even if she were to fall with child, she could opine of no other she wanted to kick upstairs a child with than this knock-down warrior. An offspring even half as strong as its Father-God would prove a formidable ally to the embattled human races.

Arturius growled and gasped like an animal released as he felt his ejaculate exploding inside his lover, actually into her dead body ! The thought combined with his knock-down orgasm threatened to overwhelm the warrior but he focused on Lacrimas cheek, open up mouthed as she lay on the stone slab. The disco biscuit was enhanced briefly as the vernal scout suddenly arched her back with a gasp although she soon settled.

The huntsman focused his gaze on his lover as his orgasm faded and the last few jet were released into the half-elfs sex.

For yearn moments, the couple simply remained still, their solitary motility the heave of their chests as they battled to regain their breathing spell. The only sound above their deep breathing was the pattering of the pelting on the stone floor of the get around church and the rumble of thunder as the storm moved on.

Finally, Arturius moved his hand up to tenderly stroke the ramble haircloth from Lacrimas face with the backrest of his fingers. The Half-elf smiled up at her lover as he caressed her boldness and broke the silence though her voice 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 thank you also. You are a most delectable lover."

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

"As are you my love."

Her expression suddenly flushed as she realised what she had said and she noticed a rebuff shock in Arturius'consistence but, before she could apologise, the human smiled and dropped his trunk to read her in a cryptic, prolonged kiss.

As their mouth and tongues worked passionately together, Lacrima moaned as she felt the human slowly adjourn his semi-hard appendage from within her, drawing out a undulation of his seed to splash onto the church's slabs.

Slowly breaking the buss, Arturius stood and helped Lacrima raise herself to her human foot somewhat unsteadily. Silently, the couple dressed, both feeling the chill gall of the rain piss on their peel as they donned their undergarment and armour.

Such was the profundity of the hunter silence that Lacrima began to believe that this was a rum tryst, that she would never again sense 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 multitude onto her shoulder. She gazed longingly at the man back as he adjusted his greatcoat over the hilt of his steel and slipped the couplet of handgun into their holsters on his thighs.

The young half-elf picked up the pulse rifle and turned forlornly to leave the church and go along the womb-to-tomb battle against the demon hordes. This day, this church and its sole occupier had branded itself indelibly onto her mind and she would never draw a blank the perfect lovemaking that she had undertaken this evening.

"Where are you going ?"

On hearing the Orion voice, Lacrima turned back to see Arturius, his centre once more contained behind his spook, looking at her with his head cocked to one side of meat quizzically. She stammered slightly as she replied, trying to conceal her deep sadness.

"I, I must return. The refugee camp will begin to wonder as to my whereabouts if I am not plate before sundown."

Arturius smiled, an natural action she noted he had begun to do Sir Thomas More around her, and gestured for her to follow him. Perplexed, Lacrima did as requested and walked behind the human as he picked his way out of a large mess blown in the backside of the house of God and out into the nerveless breeze.

On feeling the ghostly tactual sensation of the wind, Lacrima closed her eyes and let the memories of this day wash over her as the rain and wind washed over her physical form.

Her reverie was broken by a crunching speech sound and she opened her eyes, gasping as she saw the hunter wheeling a jet contraband motorcycle around the quoin. The bike was sleek and glittered in the fading Light. A pair of mid-calibre assault rifles had been grafted to either side of meat of the small windscreen which, itself, glowed with a syncope green light dramatis personae by a psyche up display.

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

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

The human chuckled and nodded

"Perhaps not so much polishing but I like the equivalence nonetheless. This is Amryll, it has saved my lifetime on myriad juncture 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 fuzz whipped in the air current as the bikes knock-down electric locomotive sped them across the bleak terrain. The populace was desperately ill and the fiend would not give way up the ground they had stolen before a with child deal more than blood had been spilled, but right now, as she held her lover close and gazed out over the res publica as it leapt past times, she allowed herself to do something she had not done in many years.

She allowed herself to hope.



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