HUNTER & prey

Lacrima picked her way through the rubble and rubble of the give out town. Barely a few calendar month before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a last outpost of the dwindling man race. Now it lay decimated, undecided to the black skies like an resect corpse.
The half-elf scouted the area alone, checking for signal of life or, more importantly, planetary house of satanic infestation. Her acutely eyes scanned the downfall of each edifice intently, the deep park of her irises glittering in the fading Light Within like emeralds on an ornate swords hilt.

She wore the standard outcome ticket grey jumpsuit and Shirley Temple dead body armour that designated her as a soldier in the Terran rebellion corps. Being a talent scout, Lacrima carried a more compact version pulse rifle and the jumpsuit was a nasty fit to allow almost silent movement. The duncish grey textile clung to her slim, lithe body, rippling as her powerful leg muscles propelled her through the terrain like a prowling felid on the hunt for prey.

Lacrima moved stealthily, her prospicient years of training and combat experience making her movements fluid, almost feline. Her slender frame stalked the shadows, a spectre in search of prey on a desolate landscape painting. A lite breeze ghosted through the hollow streets like the endure, racking breath of a dying man and it stirred the mystifying auburn hair that hung in release curls down Lacrimas back in a long ponytail that reached midway down her shoulders.

Her patrol took her toward the nub of what remained of the township and the church service at its nitty-gritty. The ancient social organisation that once cut an imposing silhouette now lay broken. The spire that had once endure proud in its benevolence and nimbus to the celestial sphere had been destroyed completely. All that remained were snapped rafter jutting toward the promised land like the dried, founder ribs of the town's chest.

Lacrima approached the once great main entrance to the church, gaping wide open like a bass wound. Its doorway had been ripped from their hinges and used as wood to sunburn the few that had survived the demon attack in a pyre to their fell Lord. Lacrimas nose wrinkled as an offensive smell reached her nostrils and she was certain she could still sense the burning chassis of those unfortunate as she entered the threshold of the Christian church, the mephitis forever tainting the very air that twisted and eddied in the light breeze.

The Whitney Young half-elf darted into the once sanctum post and began her search of the desolate interior infinite when she froze suddenly. Her sharp oculus had spotted apparent motion and she knelt silently behind the splintered stiff of a pew to observe the scenery before her with a sense of wonderment.

The one known as the hunter was knelt beside the churches communion table. He was knelt in a pond of light that was cast through the shattered remains of a large maculate crank window. The human had stripped his signature leather greatcoat and black torso armour to expose his upper torso. The warriors hide was pale, a coarse sign of those that lived under the burned sky that now hung over the macrocosm diseased landscape painting and his dead body was coated in a slight sheen of sweat that glittered in the vaguely fragment ray of luminance. Lacrimas skin tone was closer to that of her Elven kin making it paler still than even this hunter and this emphasised the lentigo on her nose and upper cheeks and the young half-elf felt the warmth of a swoon blush which she knew would only make them stand out even more. The hunter had his right arm rested on a broken plinth beside the altar and he appeared to be sewing a deep gash that ran most the length of his upper arm.

The humans brawn flexed and bulged with bother as the needle pierced his human body and, although the scene before her was gruesome, Lacrima could not help but find a sure pleasure from seeing this one-half naked human.

At 43 years old, Lacrima was considered a Pres Young adult within her raceway, the equivalent of a human miss just out of her teens. This combined with the dear constant training and engagement meant that Lacrima had never had time to suppose practically about males and she had never touched a males body except for when she was sparring or treating wounding. Now, crouched silently in her hiding topographic point, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The gentleman's gentleman trunk was in amazing physical experimental condition, his rippling stomach and large arm muscles sending unfamiliar chill of pleasure through the half-elf's slender soundbox.

Despite her combat senses screaming in protestation, the young soldier felt compelled to act closer and, breaking back at a crouch, she silently, crept closer to the hunter as a moth would draw close to a bright fire. She could not explicate her excitement or the deficiency to near but somehow, she just wanted to be closer to him and to gaze upon his from with ripe detail.

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors movements in better item and stifled a grin as she realised he was evidently not a take aim medic. The Hunter stitches were slap-up and tight but he was moving at a irksome and deliberate gait as one with knowledge but little experience would do. He had obviously read or seen how to do flying field medicament but had not had much practice and it was made infinitely harder by having to perform it on himself.

Such was Lacrima's tending to the muscled homo that she momentarily forgot the teachings of stealth and accidently kicked a minor piece of fallen masonry, sending it skittering across the marbled storey. The Hunter's chemical reaction was immediate and lightning fast. Combat reflexes that had been honed over countless conflict snapped his bridge player down to the penny-pinching weapon, a pistol that had lay out of Lacrima's flock, behind the rock music on which he had rested his hurt arm and brought the sidearm up to point at the rootage of the sound."Show yourself."This was the first time Lacrima had ever heard the human speak and she was taken aback as to how rich and resonant it was, echoing around the desolate church in commanding, sea bass waves.

The half-elf intruder did not act from her place hidden behind a bench, frozen like a panic-struck rabbit in a set of intense, masculine headlight. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the daemon hunters'weapon system was aimed directly at her. The hunter's spokesperson sounded once more, this time dropping to a dangerously pipe down degree that nevertheless carried a grave musical note of malevolency."I know you skulk in the vestige, now step where I can see you or I will send off you back to the cursed spawning pit that birthed you."

Slowly, as if afraid that she would be shot at the slightest social movement, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched position behind a shatter pew and stood, head bowed slightly like a shoal tyke caught by a tutor. Long second passed as the hunter appeared to hit the books her silently from beneath the gunmetal shades that he was never seen without. Lacrima felt a sudden gelidity and a horse sense of bareness passed like a shudder down her pricker. It was as if the human was looking through her, seeing past her forcible form to study her inner being. This highly uncomfortable notion was only accented by the sight of the pistol that was pointed at her head.

After what was likely only a bit but, what felt like an age to Lacrima, the hunter stood and descended the steps from the altars dais, onto the dirty marble of the church main storey. His crusade were wearisome but fluid, resembling a predator approaching its stone pit. Despite the obvious danger to her person, Lacrima could not aid but notice his build. The man was easily close to six feet tall and she was drawn to the way the directive light from the broken window shimmered from his pale tegument and threw the musculature of his body into an ever changing landscape painting of Christ Within and shadow. The pistol never once strayed from Lacrima, true proof of this huntsman martial art.

The hunter approached Lacrima in silence and the half-elf felt ineffectual to move or utter, somehow held in a trance by this human. All she could do was put up and await her fortune, her emerald eyes watching the now dim illumination reflect from his naked upper trunk which seemed to accent his already impressive muscle system, and enquire why she felt such conflicting emotions of reverence and another, more fox feeling…was it desire ? !

The hunter came to a check a grade of tempo from the half-elf and slowly lowered the weapon although Lacrima noted that he kept a pew between them to celebrate her from approaching him at focal ratio. Once before her, he spoke once again, this time without the dangerous malice but a billet of wariness still rang through its deep tones.
"I have seen no action in this place for several days now."

As he approached this intruder, the hunter appraised the potential threat. It was certainly human or of a android race. It wore the uniform of a rebel talent scout and was female person judging by the way the armour had been shaped around the chest area.
As he got closer, he could stool out more details and he began to think this was no assailant. The being stood before him was a half-elf, one of the new races that had emerged after the initial demon invasion of Terra. This specimen was around average height for one of her race, around 5'6"and slender. Her hair was a impress wraith of red, pulled back in a tight ponytail although a few stray fibril framed her almost ghostly blench face. With a thin bang of realisation, the homo came to note that this accentuated the female person already considerable beauty.

most half-elves took on the elegant, sharp feature of their elven parent but this one had much softer facial nerve features. The almost translucent pale pelt of her slender face had a level-headed, porcelain fluency and was broken only by a set of freckles that ran across her cheeks and pocket-size, button nose. Her orient pinna and full-of-the-moon, blanch lips gave her an alien, alluring aspect, greatly accented by her angle viridity optic and it was into these emerald orbs that the Orion found himself gazing. The females optic glittered with an energy and intelligence operation that he had rarely encountered and the human felt long repressed feelings stirring deep within his mind.

Lacrima saw faint confusion flickering over the human race face in his eyebrows and backtalk and she wondered what must be going on in the Orion mind. So obsessed was she with this turn of events coupled with her own confounded emotions that she almost jumped out of her peel when the warrior spoke again.
"What brings you to this area soldier ?"

The hunters voice still carried an almost ingrained air of authority but the scout could discover a heating of his look and she attempted to overcompensate her fright by throwing a head covering of confidence over her perturbed State. Squaring her shoulders, 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 program line met silence and the untried scout decided to continue
"A number of scouts have been sent from outpost Dacorum Theta to valuate if this expanse is safe for renewal. The demon appear to have slaked their thirst for descent here and moved on."

The Orion nodded slightly but said zero and Lacrima was left with the queasy sense that he was analysing everything she said, searching for any untruth. Silence ensued as the two seemed to assess each other. In the operose muteness, Lacrima found her gaze meandering over the hefty torso of the Hunter and she felt very unusual stirrings within her, it certainly felt like desire but why ? She had only ever seen this human from a distance and never spoken to him so why should she feel anything but peculiarity for this lone demon stalker.

As she tried to force her path of thought process onto a different raceway, her green center settled on his hurt arm. The Half-Elf had heard many a rumour about this human, he was a lone hand and picayune was truly known of his desktop or design. All that was really known was his ability and desire to destroy monster wherever he encountered them. This is my chance perhaps, Lacrima thought to herself. Perhaps I could find out More about this homo and prepare a report back to the council. The revolt council were extremely interested as to how one man could come through so long in the wild and cursed plains. Any information she could gleam from him could prove vital for future 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 concerned face. Lacrima then adopted a quieter, friendlier look as she addressed the hunter once more.
"Your wounding looks bass, would you like to see one of our healers ? It is not a great distance to Dacorum…"
There was a moments reluctance as, suddenly, an image flashed into her minds eye of her small helping hand stroking the naked skin of the mesomorphic humans arm her pale hand on the smooth, ardent physique as it glittered in a pocket billiards of light. She could almost experience the steadiness of his muscularity on her fingertips. The intoxicating hurry of blood to her buttock caught Lacrima off safeguard and it took effort not to heave with surprise. Quickly trying to re-centre her thoughts, Lacrima managed to continue unsteadily.
"..Or…perhaps…allow me to aid you ?"

An awkward silence followed with the hunter remaining still as if he hadn't even heard the offspring scouts'words. The interruption allowed Lacrimas judgement to run riot with images of her touching this pale, muscular branch. Her tegument tingled as her mind tried to recreate what this warriors body would find like to her delicate touch and this sent an vivid flood of emotions through the young half-elf forcing her to draw on her inner strength in a do-or-die attempt to not stagger back from the mental onslaught. Such was the volume of the double, Lacrima found herself panting faintly and, with a sudden pang of realisation, she knew she was blushing deeply.

Dim light that filtered through the ruined windows and open roof, catching the contemplative surfaces of the hunters shades. The human being stood before the sentry like a statue of antediluvian multiplication. I marble carve warrior magnate, stripped to the shank and struggle scarred. The poetic mental imagery did zero to help Lacrimas flustered state and, when the huntsman finally did speak, even his quiet tone caused her to jump in surprise at the sudden shattering of silence.
"No, no healers."
Another short pause and this time, the jolt had sharpened the young guide pot and she could find a feint preeminence of confusedness on the hunters stoic features. Was he thinking similar idea of her ? ! His head flicked to appear down at his wound and he brought his arm up to earmark 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 musculus moved and bunched with smooth control as the Orion flexed them, testing the depth of the wound and even the flinch of annoyance as he moved damaged tissue wasn't enough to arrest the half-elf's reverie.

After a few second, the hunter came to a conclusion and lowered his arm, fixing the youth female in his gaze once more and Lacrima hoped she didn't look as flustered as she felt. The hunter spoke and, for the first clip since their meeting several minutes before, she detected a eminence of benignity in his voice. It was very feint but it was there nonetheless.
"It may demonstrate utile if you could aid me. You are trained in theatre medicine ?"

Lacrima nodded dumbly, unable to work words and hoped it would be enough. After a hanker moment, the hunter nodded in return, a wearisome, brusk apparent movement and turned away from her, heading toward the dais steps.
Taking this as a silent invitation to stick to, Lacrima fell in rear. As she walked, Lacrima allowed her gaze to ramble a little more freely over the humans back now she didn't feel like her every intellection was being scrutinised by his intense stare. The human had virtually no fat on his body which allowed Lacrima to see the muscular structure of his rear. She watched the small muscles around his prickle sliding back and Forth with his gait and the expectant, impressive heftiness of his berm as his implements of war swayed at his incline. The scout looked over his figure and felt a warmth in the base of her tum as her eyes took in his slim shank and across-the-board shoulders. This truly was an excellent specimen of maleness. The sole thing marring the image was the state of the human's hide. His back was a latticework of scars, most healed but a few stood out an raging red likely making them impertinent and Lacrima found herself building a new level of respect and curiosity for this lone warrior. She would induce to ask for more than about these wounds when the time arose.

Mounting the steps to the altar plinth, the hunter led the half-elf to the side she had first encountered him beside the great, stone slab. There she found the human armour and equipment laid out in almost perfectly straight lines, not a unmarried particular out of place. The young scout stifled a giggle on seeing such neatness. She had no estimation a warrior of such stature and obvious attainment also lived a life 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 humans shaded regard. She had had no idea she had been smiling outwardly and took on a sheeplike expression.
"My apologies sir, I meant no offence. It is just not often I encounter a Male with such…order."
A break ensued and the Young sentry heart dropped as she feared she had annoyed the hunting watch and blown any fortune for knowledge. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her pith sing. For the first prison term since their coming together, the hunter smiled. It was a brief curling of the lips accompanied by a straightaway exhalation resembling a snort of entertainment but it was enough to play a beaming grinning the female's mouth.
"Indeed my lady. My mother taught me well to organise myself in all affair. An organised thinker is a potent weapon in battle she used to tell me."
The smile dropped from Lacrimas face at the warrior's use of past tense
"Your mother…she is ..."
"Dead. Yes."

Those intelligence 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 physique where he had been stitching before her interruption.
The conclusiveness of his movements gave evidence that his mothers demise was a sore subject which was perceivable. nobody could shoot such an effect without enceinte sorrow but there was something about the stiffness of his go and the look that flashed across his cheek before doing so that made the scout think that there was more to it than born reason. She would perhaps initiate the study 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 hired hand and gently cradling it while she took a snug inspection of the wound. Before she even touched him, Lacrimas head was getting fuzzy. The first thing that she took in was his aroma which was unlike any male before. most of the men she knew were soldiers in the Johnny Reb corp and they smelled of sweat and dirt. This human had a sealed muskiness to his scent but he didn't olfactory perception unclean, the smell was also cut through with a fresh, almost flowered scent that sent the young half-elf almost dizzy as she thought that this was how all truthful men should smell.

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved hired man felt the firmness of his muscles before the soothing heat of his body penetrated through, heightening what the talent scout now realised was her arousal. Again, confusion rose in her creative thinker as she tried to fathom how she could be having tactile sensation like this, everything was wrong. These were opinion 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 menage of stock and decimation. In an attempt to engage her judgement off her tingling low regions, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A deep laceration ran down a well length of the hunters speed arm, almost perfectly slicing between his bicep and brachialis muscularity. The bust was ragged which made it unlikely that it was a brand or penetrative object that had done the damage and even through the lovingness of her aflame state, a chill ran down Lacrima's spine at the profundity of the rip and she knew this must be causing a huge amount of painfulness to the human despite his outwardly calm state. She looked up quizzically
"How did this materialize ? It is a truly nasty wound."
The hunter uttered a unity Book that made the Brigham Young female bite her lower lip with concern and concern
"Daxzkepyl."
The word repeated in Lacrima's mind, Daxzkepyl, an officer in the demonic armies. This eccentric of officer was a horrendous amalgamation of man and crustacean, his main weapon being a Brobdingnagian, armour plated pincer that resembled that of a lobster or crab. To take down one of these detestation 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 huntsman gestured angrily at the unresolved wound as if such a beast didn't deserve to be able to have one such as him pain. Lacrima wondered at this warrior's soldierly prowess and made a vow to herself to try and larn as often as possible about the fight. It would likely control a riches of bakshish on how to subscribe to on the demons.

Examining the rive anatomy closer, Lacrima made sure the combat injury was fairly and then checked the hunter's stitching.
"sewing up a wound like this is hard, especially if you're trying to do it alone."
Dropping his arm gently, Lacrima removed her gloves to enable her to process him properly and looked over his medical examination supplies, nodding slowly as she ran through the operation out loud.
"Your med kit is well stocked sir. By the looks of it you have started well, injecting the blood-flow inhibiter to slow haemorrhage and, judging by the snap packaging, you have well sanitised the area."
Trying to lighten the temper and thought he had begun to decompress, Lacrima grinned
"You'll not realise a sempstress I'm afraid judgement by the timber of your stitching though."
This comment was rewarded with a grunt of gaiety and a smile that completely changed the hunter's expression. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually stern feature changed so completely into a effeminacy that melted her tenderness. This was a man that had known felicity once and that made it all the worse that one such as him had to eek out an existence in such a forsaken environment.

Smiling herself, Lacrima took up the hunter's arm once more, relishing the skin to skin 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 deeply tear. Her training did her proud and the young scout deftly placed small-scale stitches over the wounding, drawing the two halves of flesh together. After a few stitches, she looked up and saw that the hunting watch winced ever so slightly every clip she pushed the phonograph needle though his flesh and her grimace fell in stupor as realization dawned.
"You haven't used any anaesthetic agent ? !"
The hunting watch shook his head but gestured for her to continue, only speaking after she had almost finished.
"touch hurting is no problem to me. Helps me know I am still human."
Lacrima laughed incredulously
"Now what is that supposed to mean ?"
"When you have seen the misrepresented agony of a possessed humans face as his consistence is re-structured from the inside, you quickly larn to appreciate that biography 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 care to. I for one will not pillow until the very little hellish contamination is cleansed from our earth."
"Oh really ?"
The quality of the hunting watch's voice caused Lacrima to bet up from her work and she saw an odd expression movement over his fount like a qualifying breeze of ill contentedness. This concerned her and she decided to entreat further, hoping she wasn't overstepping the mark.
"Is that not what you wish for ? A world free of these abominations ?"
After a moment, the Orion began to nod slowly
"Indeed, freeing this reality of the hell spawn is of cracking importance to me. As to removing the simple taint…I think that will prove operose than you think Whitney Moore Young Jr. scout."
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the shaded eyes of the human
"Please, yell me Lacrima."
"Lacrima, that is a pleasant name…for a pleasant girl."
The words caused the half-elf to beam openly as she tied up the concluding stitch.
"Why, good sir, I do trust you are flirting with me."
Suddenly, the huntsman snatched his arm away from Lacrimas lap, turning his back on her.
"You are mistaken Cy Young scout. You would do well to keep your distance from me. multitude that get too close have a use of dying."
Lacrima controlled her appalled surprise and reached out to lay a consoling hand on the huntsman's shoulder. She wanted to continue him close, for both military machine and suddenly personal reasons.
"I am not afraid of danger my master, I only wish to instruct from you. Your knowledge…"
"My cognition is worth NOTHING to you beat. Besides, you would not wish to cognize me !"
The force of the hunter's tone shocked Lacrima and she felt a stab of hurt superbia at his assumptions but she attempted to celebrate a soothing storey to her voice
"I am well trained and have combat experience, I can handle myself well. And I would very much like to know you better my lord."

Lacrima stopped suddenly. She had had no intention of uttering those words and she felt suddenly bashful at her outburst. She could palpate the hunter's breathing deepen in the drive of his berm underneath her hand and a sudden wave of desire washed through her, causing her to gently lay her unblock hand on his other shoulder in what she hoped was a calming way, hoping desperately to keep him close, to feel 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 massage the warrior's shoulder. She also noticed he had not complained so she decided to continue.

The half-elf's humble manus moved delicately over the hunter's shoulder, squeezing the bunched muscles and straightening them with gentle squeezes of her finger's breadth. The motions over the warm, firm flesh brought a new moving ridge of foreplay to the youthful 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 effect on the Orion also as he shifted his weight to cause himself more well-heeled. Taking the chance, Lacrima slid forward on her genu so she could be closer to this masculine human.

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

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

The young Lacrimas head swum with possibilities and lust began to flood her mind like a long held back tide. Shifting herself up, straightening her kneeling legs, Lacrima raised herself so she could see over his berm, the whole clip her bridge player servicing his now relaxing shoulders. A minor purr drifted from the spine of the hunting watch's throat which Lacrima felt through the bod of his shoulders and this spurred her on to risk a disallow glance. Craning her neck slightly, Lacrima peered over the hunting watch's shoulder joint, hoping he wouldn't find what she was doing and focused her regard on the human being's crotch. The sight that beheld her caused her jaw to drop.

Her lust-filled persona had pictured a prominent member but the bulge that distended the pitch-dark leather of the Orion's combat breeches hinted at an organ that was impressive even for one of his superlative and stature.

It had been a long meter since he had felt female custody on his anatomy and it was likely he had never felt such a dextrous contact. This half-elf was not only a skilled scout - for what other rationality would the rising allow her to go out alone - but she had a skin senses that was both delicate and yet, somehow firm.

Her small mitt caressed the knotted musculature of his berm with almost inerrant truth, seeking out and straightening the muscles bunched and taught from prospicient calendar month of fighting.

Such was the warmth and feel of her touching that the warrior felt a insidious lovingness spreading in his lumbus that he had long dismissed as disused. Just then, he felt the cool down pressure of her armoured bosom against his cover as the young female pressed her dead body finisher to his. This touch, combined with the indulgent, ghosting menstruation of her warm breath against his right shoulder sent waves of pleasance straight to his groin and he felt long forgotten needs stirring cryptic within.

He heard a delicate gasp from his rightfield and angled his head slightly to glance over at the female person'pretty face. The half-elf was biting her lip, a look that only served to enhance her already considerable ravisher and the hunter felt his body flush with rut as his lust for this young female began to blossom.

At that breaker point, Lacrima felt eye upon her and turned her brain to look into the hunter'shaded regard. The two held that expression for several bit, held still in the aeonian space-time continuum of blossoming desire.

As one, the capitulum of the human and half-elf began a slow up, grim campaign toward each others. Their brim parted slightly as they neared until, with a finespun backwardness, the two pairs finally met for a brief second before parting again.

The Orion's spectre hid his eyes but Lacrima could feel the raw lust emanating from him as her emerald gaze drank in his impregnable feature and stubbled jaw. She knew full well that his lustful aim were only matched by her own and she looked into the lenses with a blazing desire. The dyad held each others gaze a short time longer, each waiting for the others tongueless approval to go on. Then, silently, their back talk met once Sir Thomas More and remained in contact.

Lacrima's centre fluttered closed as her rim pressed against his, the sense impression of kissing this man a drug of such strength that she felt her head get down to gyrate as, with unconscious move, she moved her mouth against his in a long, passionate osculation.

Liquid high temperature flowed through him, filling his body with the flame of desire as he parted his lips against hers and allowed his natural language to gently caress the firmness of her lips. The flame roared into a new floor on feeling her lip part enough to allow her tongue to move against his, gently stroking it with an intoxicating tenderness.

His hired man drifted up to gently caress Lacrimas right field cheek, stroking it tenderly with his pollex as they continued their mysterious kiss. Feeling the gentle touch, Lacrima allowed her hands to travel down his chest, her fingertips tracing delicate melodic phrase down his pectorals to his well-formed abdomen.

The warmheartedness of her digit on his skin sent shivers of stimulation through his torso and the Hunter's breathing quickened as his passionate osculation with the half-elf continued. Feeling her touch slither down his chest and onto his belly, he was overcome by a undulation of lecherousness and gripped Lacrima's articulatio radiocarpea. The scout eyes flew open at the sudden tactile sensation but they soon fluttered closed once more, this clock time with anticipation as she felt him guiding her hand lower, toward the aim of her recent desire.

Lacrima allowed her minds eye to visualize the swell and gutter of the warrior's ab muscles as her blanch bridge player was slither down his firm body. Her breathing quickened as her fingerbreadth touched over the waistband and belt, her brim pressing deeper into his as she settled herself lower to enable her to get to his lower body. Her breath then caught in her throat as she touched it.

Her fingertips stroked over a hard, duncical bump that pressed against the leather of his trouser and the young half-elf moaned into the human's mouthpiece with a satisfied purr. Pressing her laurel wreath against the excrescence, Lacrima started to slide her bridge player up and down the thick scape slowly, taking in the bender and set rigourousness of the pipe organ as she pleasured it.

The Orion moaned in reply to her trend and the young sentry allowed herself a slim smiling as the distich held their backtalk locked together in a passion that only those that had abstained for old age could fully appreciate.

The hunter's fingers that had, up until now been caressing Lacrima's cheek now began a request down the face of her pharynx where the fondness of his skin and the delicate signature of his fingers made her blench skin shiver with delight.

His hand continued, across her shoulder and down her arm, finally slipping underneath her elbow and coming to breathe over the upmost clasp of her body armour. The thought that the man 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 centering, the clench came undone. This was followed soon after by the others and Lacrima felt the weight shift as her eubstance armor hung beneath her stooped body. With a longing flicker of her lingua, Lacrima broke the duet kiss and slipped the armour over her head to let on the slate grey jumpsuit she wore beneath.

turn back from dropping her armour, Lacrima found the Orion on his foot. Once more the young half-elf found herself marvelling at how the brightness from the shattered roof glistened from his pale skin giving him an almost ethereal quality as his knock-down branch reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without witting endeavor and she all but fell into his strong embracement. Throwing her point back, the sentry thrust her lips up to meet 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 body and released himself to her love. He could smack her More clearly now the armor was removed and he enjoyed the way each of his grass was caressed by her reinvigorated aroma, her house, slim body in his munition and the sound of her body moving as it was pressed to his along with the barely audible moans emanating from her throat.

bringing one hired hand around, the hunter cupped one of the half-elf's tit, caressing it gently and delicately teasing the unvoiced nub of her nipple with one of his fingerbreadth. The female's white meat were very strong and pert with the nipple pushing against the fabric of her jumpsuit as if trying to fall apart costless of their fabric prison.

Slipping his hand further up her trunk, the hunter briefly caressed Lacrima's Kuki before moving to the zip at her neck opening, sliding it down and revealing her pale tegument to his gaze for the inaugural time.

The fabric of the jumpsuit parted slightly as the zip continued on its journey downwards and the hunter drank in the passel of Lacrima's cleavage. The two blanch eyeball pressed together in the confines of their clothing.

Stopping the zip at her waist, the hunting watch could hold out no more and dipped his head, placing a series of candy kiss between her breasts. Gasping with pleasure, Lacrima rested her hands on the rachis of his head, bathing in the feeling of another's lips and spit caressing the sensitive skin of her breasts for the starting time time.

Feeling the firmness of her fully bosom against his sassing, the hunting watch wrapped his subdivision around Lacrima's waist, holding her close as he lavished the cleavage of her breasts with his kisses.

Desperate for more, the half-elf shrugged the jumpsuit from her shoulder joint and allowed the top to fall away to hang below her shank. The slate grey material parted like softly moving curtains to reveal the deep valley of her breasts and the smooth, undulating purview of her torso to the thirsty oculus of the huntsman. Lifting his head word back slightly, his regard drank in the delicious curves of her dead body and the fop of her business firm breasts. The sorry garden pink of her areolas stood in contrast to the pale white of her skin and her nipples protruded from the steer of her titty as if beckoning the human being to them.

Obeying the prurient call, the hunter dipped his chief once more. This sentence, his lips wrapped gently around one of Lacrima's nipples. His lips enveloped the wickedness areola and drew the pap into his rima oris. This produced a shuddering gasp from the half-elf as the electricity of his Sir John Suckling transmitted into rippling wave of pleasure that travelled to every corner of her body. Hearing her intake and feeling her body shivering at his ministrations, the hunting watch gently flicked his tongue over the tip of Lacrima's mammilla whilst it was trapped in the affectionateness of his mouth causing her shuddering to increase and a faint mewling of X to escape from the scouts'throat.

lactation gently, the hunting watch raised a hired man and ran his digit through the flame red tresses of Lacrimas'whisker. The softness of her hair combined with the blandness of her skin brought deep growling of joy from the Orion that vibrated through Lacrimas'nipple and caused the nub to indurate further, sending electric heartbeat of stimulation to course through the half-elfs'dead body.

Never had Lacrima felt such flavour as those that now coursed through her torso. Her head rolling back, Lacrima grasped the hunters head in both hands, cupping his stubbled face gently and lifted him so his lips were almost touching hers. Still holding his head, Lacrima brushed her lips over his, ghosting her cushy flesh across his slowly before pressing her facial expression forward, taking him into a trench kiss with a faint murmur.

The huntsman felt Lacrimas'hips pressing against his, the rhythmic drive of her grinding gently against him coupled with the scent and warmheartedness of her body against his sending shivers up and down his spine. With one mitt slipping around between them, the man slowly unzipped the jumpsuit completely and slid the material over her articulatio coxae, letting it drop to the storey with a soft rustle.

Sliding the cover of his finger along the legato, soft hide of the half-elfs'body, the Orion cupped his hands under her stern. This drew forth a purr of delectation from both hunting watch and scout as Lacrima felt his touch on the thinly veiled heart and soul of her buttocks and the Hunter felt the house roundness that seemed to fit the cup of his hands as if sculpted for them. Gently, with a buff touch, the hunter started squeezing and caressing this perfect backside whilst allowing the tip of his clapper to glide against hers in an elegant dance of passion.

Lacrima drifted on a gently undulating sea of delight as she felt her body caressed in path she had never experienced and only rarely imagined. How this hunter was able to be so gentle amazed her as his reputation for merciless killing of his enemies was well known. Yet here, in this decimated church, he held her as a collector would cradle his okay treasure and caressed her skin with such delicacy it was little more than the susurration of a lovers breath washing over her.

The half-elf was snatched from her air castle as the huntsman handwriting tightened on her arse and she felt herself being lifted off the stone-paved floor. Instinctively, she wrapped her branch around the human and, in doing so, felt the bump of his hard-on closet against the thin material of her pantie and rub across the sensible mouth of her fair sex. This was a maven 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 Orion took a few steps and lowered the scout slightly before she felt the dusty sting of rock on her upper thighs. With a pant of surprise at the sudden sense experience, Lacrima realised that she was sitting on the edge of the altar. Keeping her strong legs wrapped around the huntsman'waist, the half-elf gripped his soundbox and pulled him to her, taking his backtalk into another deep, lingering kiss.

The hunter allowed the kiss to continue for a few long minute. He couldn't get enough of her full lips pressing against his and he deeply enjoyed the way her tongue caressed his so delicately. Soon though, he tore his back talk from hers as he sought out another level of pleasance. He kissed down the untested scouts'neck and over her thorax as he had done before. This fourth dimension, however, he did not hesitate at her bosom but continued on, down to her flat tummy, kneeling slowly as his head descended over the pale, soft skin of Lacrimas'body.

Feeling the ship's boat caress of his sassing on the previously uninfluenced skin of her torso sent shivers coursing up Lacrimas'back and she ran the fingers of her script through his short-cropped hair. As the human knelt before her, his intentions began to make themselves known and it was made very clear as she felt his fingers wrapped around the waistcloth of her scanty and slowly began sliding them down. Lifting her body from the altar slightly, allowing the human to drop away the soft material of the panties over her second joint, Lacrima felt the flush as she realised she was soon to be naked in the presence of a male for the world-class time in her life. A brief feeling of chariness stabbed into her idea as a sudden doubt came in as to how this human being would deal her in these most intimate of showdown. This thought was soon quash however as the panty finally slipped from her metrical foot and fell soundlessly to the paved floor and she felt the humans lips contact against her thighs.
The warmth of his breathing space was the low gear sensation, ghosting over the delicate peel of her inner leg. This heralded the arrival of the human being lips which touched against her second joint with such a soreness that it sent shivers of delectation coursing through her body. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the Orion drawing his voiced backtalk slowly along her blanch skin leaving a trail of tingling flesh in their wake. The young half-elfs hands slid down her own body, using the backs of her fingertips to stimulate the pelt of her torso, sending her deeper into the lapping waves of pleasure washing over her.

The further up her thigh the lips travelled, the deeper Lacrima fell, drifting helplessly on the calm amniotic fluid of her arousal. Never had she felt such pleasure and these new sense experience flowing around her body from this human were comparable exotic electricity flowing into her from his touch. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist heat of his tongue pillowcase from between his lips as his head word approached the very top of her leg. He pressed his tongue into the crevice where her leg met her dead body and lapped gently there launching waving after brawny wave of rousing up her spine. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to clutch the backbone of the hunter head, trying to run his lips to the center of attention of her foreplay. Obeying her unspoken bidding, the hunter lifted his nous slightly only to press his lips against the dampish lips of her sex.

This 1st ever ghost of another being was almost more than Lacrima could take and she arched her back as the humans soft lips moved against her woman in a passionate kiss. The half-elf drew a deep breathing space through clenched teeth in a long hiss of desire which suddenly became a whimpered gasp of cristal as the man tongue once again pressed forth from his backtalk. His hot, wet tongue parted the lips of the young lookout womanhood to press against the nub of her button. vivid shocks of electric arousal coursed along the length of the half-elfs spinal column as the human being flicked his lingua against her button with yearn, gentle strokes.

Lacrima gripped the back of the hunters head with an increased importunity as her level of stimulation started to peak truehearted than she ever thought potential. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few times using her fingers but never had she felt such a gentle mite and, even through the slurred fog of raptus she found herself marvelling at the hunters skill. His accomplishment with a vane and firearm were well documented but never would she have imagined that these science could be translated into a sexual context.

Lacrimas groan increased in volume along with her rousing and she began to writhe on the common cold Stone of the alter as she approached climax, clawing at the back of the hunters head as her pleasure began to overrun. Whimpering and shuddering along her entire body, Lacrima came to a powerful orgasm. The half-elf wrapped her legs around the berm and neck opening of the hunting watch, trying to pull his expert glossa as close to her as she could whilst screaming her vivid pleasure to the broken raftman of the church.

The hunter moaned softly as he tasted the nectar of Lacrimas sex. His clapper lapped at her as a baked wolf would drink from a stream, pushing his tongue into her opening to reach the moisture within. The half-elfs nectar tasted different to human female person, carrying an almost intoxicating fragrancy. With the females climax came a waving of this sugared juice that he drank willingly.

Reaching up, he filled his hands with Lacrimas firm breasts, kneading them gently as he continued to lavish her with his tongue. The year of battle had left piddling time for such coming upon but the man had enjoyed the troupe of his fair share of woman but there was something about this Pres Young half-elf. From her scent to her taste sensation and even her air spoke to the hunter on a level he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a Thomas Young kitty as spears of pure ecstasy lanced through her vertebral column sending chill of pleasure throughout her body. Her pale hide shone in the shaft of light as she writhed on the altar, the humans tongue sending her to stage of rarefied pleasance that she had never dreamt possible.

Feeling another climax approach, Lacrima moaned softly"Please…Please…"She lay her hands on his as they massaged her bosom, bringing them to her teat where she let him beleaguer them with his fingertips adding another layer of sensation to her castle in the air. This sent her over the border once more and with shuddering gasps, Lacrima reached climax for the second base time.

The Orion lingered between her pale thighs long enough to finish drawing her nectar into his lip before pulling away and standing. Her chest heaving as she caught her breathing time, Lacrima looked once more into the harbour gaze of the hunting watch and for a tenacious moment, the pair looked at each other in muteness, lover without the need of words.

With an unspoken agreement, the man unbuckled his belt and unzipped his combat trousers, allowing them to diminish to the flagstones with a clatter. Propping herself up on her human elbow, Lacrima dropped her gaze to the Orion crotch and the extrusion that now distended his underwear. Without the confinement of the midst trousers, the protrusion seemed even with child and Lacrima felt a smile creasing the corners of her rim as she watched the hunting watch finish kicking off his trousers before tucking his thumbs under the cincture and drawing the final barrier down to reveal the object of her current desire.

The smile quickly became an open mouthed gasp as the humans organ was finally revealed to her. Easily 9 inches in length and thicker than a dagger handle, the pale appendage twitched rhythmically as descent pulsed through it in meter to the human race heartbeat.

Lacrima slid from the communion table and dropped to her knee as if in adoration of this herculean organ. She was unable to tear her eyes from the hunter groin, her emerald eyes sparkling in the weak light as she stared fixedly at the thick shaft. Finally ripping her regard upward, the young half-elf looked up into her own observation in the human being shades as a slender hand reached out to touch on a males penis for the very beginning prison term. The peel was very warm and the half-elf drew her finger back at start, afraid that her frigidity helping hand would discomfort the human but the hunting watch merely nodded for her to keep on and she lay her fingertips once more onto his hot flesh.

At initiatory, Lacrima only stroked the control surface of the jibe skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the sensation of the heat and softness of his skin. Then, as her authority began to make, she slowly wrapped her fingers around the thick irradiation, just below the bulging head. The thickness was such that her fingers only just met on the other side. The sizing 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 humans foreskin back gently. This caused a hanker suspiration from the humans lips, a sign that she was performing well enough and the young scout began to stroke her deal back and Forth River in long, slow movements.

The huntsman gazed at the half-elfs beautiful fount as she reached out to touch him, marvelling at her stunning innocence. The young scout reached out and touched his shaft, retracting as if scalded the minute he felt the cold-blooded bite of her chill hide. He knew immediately of her trouble and nodded reassuringly at her start manifestation. With his encouragement, she had resumed her caress and the homo rolled his chief back in delectation as her cold, delicate trace decipher blood of cool joy along the length and breadth of his manhood.

He had to stop himself biting his lip in pleasure as her minor paw wrapped itself delicately around his shaft but he couldn't suppress a sigh of joy as the untested female drew the skin of his shaft back to queer the raw head of his manhood to the cold, cold air. The sigh quickly became a long purr of pleasure as the half-elf started to move her hand along his length, the trend of his foreskin over the tip sending intense Muriel Sarah Spark of gratification shooting through him. This Whitney Moore Young Jr. scout had not known a mans touch, her body speech communication gave that fact away but, for one so inexperient, she had an technical touch and her bid 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 shaft as she stroked him. She watched the glistening wetness of the tip each prison term she pulled his foreskin back to discover it. She sensed the hunter shifting his weight slightly and she closed her eyes as she felt his fingers running through the thick Strand of her ponytail, rolling her head back slightly with contentment. Opening her eyes, Lacrima cast her scintillation verdant gaze up at her fan, letting his deep purr of pleasure wash over her and losing herself in her own enjoyment.

An musical theme came unbidden to the young half-elfs psyche and her eyes widened slightly at the view of what she could do and the genius it would bring. Licking her lips and dropping her head back to look the Orion groin, Lacrima began to lean forward. Watching the females movements, the huntsman realised her design and a wave of arithmetic mean overtook him, moving his hand to start caressing the thick pilus at the dorsum of the sentry head.

Moving inexorably forward, Lacrima took in the musky scent of the human beings crotch and found it a strangely judicious aroma, just one breather causing her lack for this mankind touch to enkindle dramatically. With this growing foreplay, Lacrima placed her lips on the Orion humanity in the like way she had felt his on her sex a dead prison term before, kissing his shaft from tip to base in several, lingering pecks.

The huntsman purr got louder at her lip caress and Lacrima spent respective foresighted import lavishing the human shaft with her kisses, only starting to pull the skin back once more when she felt she could wait no longer. Bringing her mouthpiece to the tip of the hunters humanness, Lacrima closed her eyes and took the glistening tip into her mouth.

The hunter openly gasped as the heating system of the half-elfs mouth enveloped him with euphoric warmth and his handwriting tightened its grip on the back of her head. He was careful not to push or force the girl into anything she didn't want but it was a hard press engagement of will not to try and slide the passion further along his shaft.

Lacrima had never tasted anything like this before and she let the salty yet almost sweet savour wash over her taste buds. She found the taste most pleasurable and she flicked her tongue over the flesh weft her mouth in an try to get a more intense ace. This had the issue of tearing a grunt of delectation from the humanity throat and a slight push as the hunter desperately fought to assure his urge to thrust deep into the female person throat. Lacrima understood what this meant and she began to incite her capitulum slowly back and forth along the midst shaft of the humans penis. Such was the girth of the pipe organ that Lacrima was unable to get much more than a fourth part of its distance into her back talk before she felt it begin to push against her larynx. Judging by the bulk and timber of the racket the hunter was making, she doubted it mattered much but then she heard his mystifying part, taut with ecstasy"My lady…I'm…close…"

The thinking of what was about to happen sent Lacrima into a frenzy and she started to bob her forefront faster in an effort to wreak pleasure to her fan and hopefully play him to as substantial a climax as he had gifted her. She felt his former hand on the rear of her neck, stroking with a storm gentleness given his current horizontal surface of arousal.

The half-elf tightened her lips on the throbbing beam of light and stroked her helping hand along it, her former hand coming up to massage the human beings large testicles. She wasn't sure why but somehow it felt like the right thing to do. She was proven right-hand as, moments later, a loud hollo echoed through the church and Lacrima felt a substantial jet of liquid strike the spine of her throat. Such was the surprise that the young half-elf quickly withdrew her head but she managed to keep her hands on the organ as it twitched and jerked in her grip. Through wide eyes, Lacrima watched as spirt after spurt of thick, Theodore Harold White semen splashed over her neck and bureau. The picket orb of her breast glistened with chummy trails of sperm and, as more showered onto them, the liquidity began to drip onto the flagstones with a still patter.

Lacrima gulped as her surprise began to let up and suddenly realised she still had the humans seed in her oral cavity. The warm liquid slid down her pharynx and she could savor a unique mix of salty sweetness. The sense of taste was mildly confusing but she knew one thing, she would not complain if she were to taste the hunting watch ejaculation again.

The hunters grunt subsided as the last drip of his climax fell from the end of his member to add to the pool already formed below Lacrima and silence slowly returned to the desolate nave with its shattered pews. The couplet of lovers breathed heavily from their exertions and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her metrical unit. Once stood, she wrapped her slender weapon system around the world muscular waist, looked up into his shades and whispered two words.
"Take me."

There was an pass interruption as the hunter looked at her in silence, his only movement being to target his custody on her articulatio coxae. Then, in the yummy bass growl that always sent a boot of fervor through the Young half-elfs dead body, he replied.
"As you wish, my lady."

That said, the human gripped underneath Lacrimas business firm buttocks and lifted her once more onto the stone slab of the Lord's table. The half-elf spread her leg willingly and wrapped her arms around the hunters neck as he stepped between them. Glancing down, the Young scout was impressed at the fact the human was still surd despite his orgasm only a short sentence earlier and another thrill of excitement passed through her at the prospect of the hunting watch stamina.

The Orion ran his workforce slowly up Lacrimas smooth thighs, his shaded eyes following his hands as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs pale skin. As his deal reached her shank, Lacrima felt something get-up-and-go against the heavily nub of her clit and she realised that she was feeling the ardent moistness of a males penis against her fair sex for the first metre. Like a thunderbolt of luxuria, the actualization that she was about to fall back her virginity. Not only that but she was about to be deflowered by a homo and on a desecrated church service altar.

The nighttime gothic overtones of this thought rocked the young scout and she stared up into the shade of the hunter with a heady mix of lust, worry and machination. As if in reply to her sudden insecurity, the human wordlessly dropped his posture 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 familiar legal action of kissing him passionately.

Lacrima felt the almost electric buzz of pleasure as the human gently moving his coxa, teasing her sensitive fair sex with the tip of his length and causing her hips to sway unconsciously in time to his movements.

Placing one hired hand onto the altar for bread and butter and the early onto Lacrimas firm white meat for his own pleasure, the huntsman started to gently press forward, the tip of his shaft sliding down from the half-elfs button and beginning to compact against the sozzled opening of her sex. Such was the humans girth that it was several import of gradually building press before the fountainhead 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 filling sensation and the hunter grunting at the tightness that gripped the head of his penis. Barely an inch more and the homo felt the natural barrier that truly explained the young female person tentativeness.

Slowly, the hunter broke away from the wide-cut lips of the Brigham Young Scout and looked down into her enthralling emerald middle. The hunter asked a soundless question, the here and now too preciously to smash with the commonness of password. With equal muteness, Lacrima gave her reply with a smile and an almost imperceptible nod. For the first time since she could remember, Lacrima saw the hunter and she could have wept with joy at the enchanting handsomeness that now blossomed on his cheek. Such a unproblematic movement softened his features and she could now truly see his inside beauty.

In reappearance, 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 Eden direct looker. With as practically maintenance as he could come up, the human began to crowd forward. The barrier to the half-elfs virginity did not give easily and the young female clenched her teeth as she felt the pressure inside her body spring up to its inevitable sexual climax. With a trench grunt, the Hunter tip broke through Lacrimas hymen and penetrated deep into her muliebrity with a foresighted slow, careful push until almost three quarters of his length was embedded within her velvet sex.

The pathfinder sass opened wide and she let out a gasp of pain as she felt her final artlessness rupture and the slowly growing feeling of being filled inscrutable than she had ever experienced. The painful sensation of her deflowering quickly faded as, once inside her, the Hunter held himself still to allow her to become more accustomed to the feeling of his thick, backbreaking penis invading her soused groove. The hunter was truly a gentle lover and Lacrima smiled once Thomas 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 feelings toward.

The half-elfs sex gripped the hunters shaft tightly in its slick epithelial duct and he tried to calm his urge to thrust deep into her such was the joy of her inner walls. Seeing her smile slowly creep back proved that he had been right to wait and now he allowed himself to get down moving inside her. He gently started to slide his midst shaft in and out of her which drew a hanker, oceanic abyss moan of pleasance. Her silken inner walls held him so perfectly and he could feel faint ripples passing over his throbbing appendage as if trying to draw his very essence from his body.

Lacrimas spokesperson joined his in a chorus of ecstasy as both buff experienced previously unknown arcdegree of gratification in their fleshly quest for release. As their lovemaking continued, the pale skin on both of the existence glistened with sweat in the slam of light spearing through the shattered spire that picked them out as the only drive in this deconsecrate family of god.

Lacrima looked up into the hunters face as he filled her again and again and a sudden thought drifted into her pleasance hazed mind. She had never seen the Orion without his tincture 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 spook of his ? ! ineffective to control her moans and whimpers of pleasure, the scout slowly reached a slender script up and stroked the Orion cheek as he made love to her. His grunt of enjoyment became a abstruse purr at her aristocratical touch and his lineament softened again at this appearance of softheartedness. Feeling she had his combine, Lacrima hooked a finger beneath the arm of the shades, behind the hunter ear. His chemical reaction was so lightning fast that the half-elf felt the human beings hand grip her articulatio radiocarpea before she had even registered his apparent motion. His grip was strong and his nerve hardened slightly making the young scout think 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 void and not just the physical emptiness of his no longer being inside her. The hunter then took her hand and gently eased her into a standing position. The disjointed and saddened half-elf numbly complied thinking he was about to turn his back on her and begin dressing but, in a surprising front, the huntsman turned Lacrima to face away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was bent grass over with her hands on the stone altar. With a dawning realisation, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his strong manus grip her waist and the forefront of his manhood began to slip back into her from behind.

The hunter didn't have any design to allow the young scout to see behind his shades. He couldn't stomach the idea of scaring her in this most intimate of moments. He opted to construct for certain that she wouldn't be able to meddle further whilst still being able to eat up this deeply euphoric encounter. Seeing the half-elf female person from behind sent more shivers of excitement through him as he couldn't help but marvel at the young scouts rear. Her tail end were so firm and circle, they depicted a perfect, pale moonlight before him and he felt an animalistic urge transfix his head. A feral grin passed momentarily across his back talk before he wrestled control once more and took cargo area of Lacrimas waist before penetrating her once more.

Lacrima mewled as she felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over her with each thrust of the Hunter shaft. Every push eased his great phallus deeper and deeper into her as she took more than and more of him into her body. The flavor of being filled so completely was proving more than than she could take in and, throwing her straits back, the scout cried out in climax as a hefty orgasm ripped through her entire consistency. vellication and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the hunter body set about to tense and she could experience the pass of his shaft Menachem Begin to grow inside her. She didn't need previous experience to know what this heralded and she urged the human on in a breathless try to earmark him to feel the expectant level of ecstasy that she had just experienced.
"Please…don't stop…"

The females inner rampart enveloped his length in their perfect grip and the hunter drifted on the wafture of gratification that bathed him with each movement of his shaft inside her body. When the half-elf reached orgasm, her interior walls rippled over him with oceanic abyss, milking wave and he felt his own culmination building quickly under such an awe-inspiring torrent of delight. He looked down and watched the female person buttocks ripple slightly with each confluence of their soundbox and this spate was all it took to get off him tumbling over the edge of cristal. Even as he fell, the hunting watch managed to go along a tentative grip on his controller and was just able-bodied to pull himself from her velvet sex before spilling his seeded player. With a holla of vent, the hunter splattered Lacrimas back and nurture with his cum in muscular jets until the product of his loss dripped from her buttocks in thick, creamy strands.

Such was the saturation of his coming that the Orion all but slumped over Lacrimas back, wrapping his strong weaponry 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 internal rampart slowly relaxing after their first fourth dimension at being wrapped around a males throbbing harmonium. The hunter was likewise insensate. Never could he remember such a deep euphoria in ejaculation and he struggled to recollect a time he had felt a female person so perfectly tight.

It took several minutes for the buff to regain any sort of composure but, slowly, they stood and Lacrima sat on the altars edge, the hunter dropping onto a fallen piece of masonry to sit, still breathing rather arduous than formula. Lacrima gazed at the human, her eyes passing over his strong breast as it heaved and the network of cicatrice that crisscrossed almost every inch of his body. Finally, the Pres Young half-elf broke the silence and quietly spoke.
"Have you known anything except combat ?"

In a surprising reaction, the hunter began to chuckle softly, his headspring still drooped between his shoulders.
"My mother was a hunter, she began my education as soon as I was strong enough to check a weapon…I live to destroy the ethereal cancer that is the demon infestation of this Earth, our world…No young scout, I have only known battle…and pain."

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

The hunter winced and immediately Lacrima knew she had touched on a painful store although the hunter still replied to her doubtfulness
"My forefather was also a hunter…once…"
Partly already knowing and dreading the answer, Lacrima felt compelled to cover
"Was he killed by a demon ?"
The hunter winced and his response came loaded with barely concealed agony
"No, something…someone far worse."
"I'm sorry to find out that."
"Do not be, their fight is over, they are at peace…More than can be said for the pitiful remnants of my race."

Lacrima stood, conscious of the constriction around her posterior where the hunters seed was quickly drying in the cool air of the church service. She padded over to where the hunter slumped and knelt, reaching out to charter his stubbled chin in her fingers. He raised his head and she looked into his shaded eyes, seeing the solemn concern etched into her reflection
"If there were more humanity like you, the human race would have little to worry about."
The Orion snorted and turned away, his vocalisation taking on a hard border
"The very stopping point thing the homo race needs is more like me !"

Stung by his reaction, Lacrima laid her manus on his shoulder, stroking her fingerbreadth over his tegument comfortingly
"You are strong, hefty 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 back her part sincere as she continued
"…Those are the skills needed to face and vote down the demon hordes. I do not acknowledge of many man that share all such traits in one package."

Silence met her words and, for a here and now, the half-elf thought the conversation was at an end but the hunter head slowly began to twist, his facial expression coming back into view with a look of deep sorrow marring his handsome features.
"All my life I have fought to push back the monster legion, to afford humanity a fighting chance. It is a sad satire that I fight the ethereal hordes…"

A mysterious sigh escaped the hunting watch lip before he continued on a seemingly unrelated way
"My mother was a give huntress. No exclusive daemon could best her in combat and many had learned to fear her vane. My father was a masterly sniper, able-bodied to take the heart or mastermind from a possessed at almost inhuman distances.

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

A humourless grin creased the sharpness of the hunting watch lips

"If only my mother had been able to foresee what was to excrete. She would throw found a way to end me before I was born."

Lacrima almost fell back as the words battered her ears like a ferocious storm of internal pain. She looked at the human aghast
"How can you say such a thing ? ! You alone have won and aided in winning countless battles against the demons. You are a giving to human race more cute than any I know !"

The Orion head snapped to face her and his vox was a abrasive maze
"Can you not see ? I have been tainted. My Church Father had been infected before my conception !"

The hunters face suddenly dropped as though drained of enduringness and his voice dropped to a tranquilize womanishness
"My mother only learned of my fathers taint after my parentage and took the only when class of action available to a hunter. She killed him, her one true lovemaking. Her strength failed her when she turned on me however, motherly love overwhelming the need to destroy the demonic taint.

Lacrima could barely believe her capitulum and her manus drew away as actualisation dawned like a blood red magnetic disc of true statement
"Your eyes…"

The hunter nodded and, for the beginning time, slid the reflective shades off of his nerve before lifting his head 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 subtlety of blue, the colouring of glacial ice but it was what could be seen behind those irises and in the recondite blackness of his pupils that had caused her startled reaction.

electric arc of flame danced in the mankind eyes like a sputtering fire, the orange and yellow a deep contrast to the cool wild blue yonder of his innate colour.

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

The hunter nodded
"Indeed. My fathers legacy and the thing that separates me from dead on target world. I can see the halo of animation things and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The flaming get brighter in metre of anger… or … any kind of deepen emotion. I have to keep them covered to obviate being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always remain in ascendence, especially at…intimate metre. I will never reserve my corrupt source to prang up another. I will guarantee I am not responsible for any further infection to the human race.

Despite the hardness of his words and even though she could see the evidence of demonic contamination in the homo, Lacrima smiled and took the hunting watch face in her workforce, drawing him into a kiss. Lingering there, the young half-elf leaned forward and whispered into his ear
"It is notoriously grueling for a human to impregnate one of elven parentage. I want you to fill me…please…I want you to acknowledge the pleasure of shooting your seed into me."

The huntsman jerked Lacrimas shoulders back to look into her eyes, his face a mask of shocked confusion. His features were now intensified by the fact that the Edward Young half-elf could now see the human being eyes. His vocalisation 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 ball of his middle as she replied
"It is lawful that you have celestial bloodline running through your trunk. However, you are living proof that having a demonic taint does not think of you are doomed ! You have fought the diabolic corruption of this Earth since your very inaugural breath !"
The half-elf gripped the hunters shoulder as she gazed intently into his eyes
"You use your taint against the beasts of the quintessence and you do not allow it to distract you from your chosen itinerary of lighter and honour. You put most full moon human race to shame."

Lacrima smiled once more in mirror to that slowly spreading on the hunters lip. When he spoke, his voice was a flabby musical note of genuine happiness.
"I have encountered many sort of being but never have I met such a person as you Lacrima."

earshot her public figure spoken by her fan for the first gear fourth dimension sent a thrill through Lacrimas body and she dropped her head into his bare bureau as she took him into a rigorous hug. It was only then that a sudden persuasion flew into her mind.
"You have allowed me to know your darkness hole-and-corner and we have made love…although I still do not know your name."

With her ear against his chest, Lacrima heard his cryptic chuckle growl through her head before he spoke.
"How true. My mother gifted me with an ancient gens of power in the promise that it would be an aid to me in the years to come. She named me Artorius.

Lacrimas brow furrowed in thought as she attempted to dredge up memories from her teachings.
"That is a rare name indeed, I feel as if I have heard that name although I can not echo from where."
"I have heard the Lapp myself although I fear I can not enlighten you further as I do not know for sure myself although my mother did once tell me it is a name from antediluvian legend."

The unseasoned half-elf smiled
"Perhaps some antediluvian warrior lord or king…"
She traced a finger down the hunters chest as she continued, a coy smile on her sass
"Energy my warrior king wish to fulfil his queen with his potent ejaculate ?"

Gazing down at her dainty beauty, Artorius found this half-elf extremely hard to refuse and her huskily voiced question with all its erotic partial tone made it all but insufferable to ignore. He could answer with but only one thing.
"As you wish…my queen."

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

It certainly seemed to Lacrima that the homo could indeed scan her feelings as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the hardness of his erecting pressing against her kayoed lips. The scout believed that they had had enough foreplay in their starting time union, this time she just wanted to feel his extremity inside her, filling her and it seemed he shared the same thoughts.

Lifting her knee joint away from the human waist and spreading her legs further, the half-elf allowed him promiscuous access to her sex and grunted with satisfaction as she felt him push forward, penetrating her ingress and sliding deep into her velvet folds.

Even though her womanhood had been violated very recently, if anything, the Orion member seemed even freehanded inside her this minute time. Was it a tenderness brought on by the recent actions or was it perhaps Artorius himself ? Maybe it was the sentiment of finally being capable to slack up his restraint and release inside her that was driving the human to an even gamey level of lecherousness. Either way, his entry was much leisurely and smoother than the first time and Lacrima felt none of the pain that accompanied his initial penetrations so she relaxed into his rhythm method of birth control quickly.

Looking up at him as he thrust into her sleek entranceway, Lacrima became mesmerised by the inner fire behind his eyes. The Orange River and yellow sparks were growing in loudness and, already a faint glow was emanating from the lower part of the humans iris.

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

The physical sensations emanating from his groin were heightened and complimented by his other senses emanating from the half-elf laying naked before him. His eyes drank deeply of her pale skin, her luscious curve and her full breasts, bouncing so deliciously as she writhed on the Harlan Fisk Stone slab. He tasted her scent in the air coupled with the musky fragrance of their fluids as the lovers al-Qaida were desires being acted out. His capitulum took in the diffuse whine and sighs of pleasure that flowed smoothly from her throat combined with the intermittent gasp as his midst shaft stroked against a particularly medium area of her inner sex and even the rumbling of removed smack helped to labor 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 discs even more fascinating. Her glossy red pilus splayed out around her like a smouldering halo as her full lips parted with her gasps and moans.

All of these receptive pleasures coupled with the intensely muscular waves of ecstasy coursing through him as he stretched the females tight womanhood again and again pushed the human being to the brink of his control condition 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 have, what it would be like to ejaculate inside a cleaning woman sex.

Lacrima had drifted on the soothing waters of joy in their first coupling but now, in this endorsement, she pushed herself along the stronger currents of lust. She had lost her virginity to this human and she had tasted the sweet nectar of lovemaking and now she wanted more. This human demon hunter had stretched her womanhood already and had quickly become sex once more than which had surprised and fascinated her.

For 43 years she had remained continent and now, in the blank space of no to a greater extent than a few hours, she had been caressed all over her au naturel body, been brought to orgasm through oral examination sex and tasted the sperm of a man Male. Now she lay on a desecrate altar being violated for the second clock time in as many hours by the Sami homo and she was loving every moment of it.

Gazing into the simmering flames of the corrupt humanity growing lustfulness, the untested sentry took in his mesomorphic trunk, his pectorals moving as his powerful arms pulled her body onto his huge shaft over and over again and his abdominal as he thrust forward to bury himself inside her. She also gazed at his handsome feature film now enhanced by the removal of his concealing shades. His glittering, glacial eyes tempered by the trench Orange River glow of his passionateness fair shone with vitality and his weathered face softened by his desire for her.

Sitting herself up, Lacrima gripped the Arturius'forearms, a bm which pressed her breasts together enhancing her segmentation and continued to reckon abstruse into the humans centre as he ploughed his concentrated shaft into her uncoerced body.

Breathing deeply in her lustful province, the half-elf could sense the aroma of their sexual love and suddenly wondered how on earth she would be able-bodied to hide out this on her return to the fortress-town. She would undoubtedly be reeking of sex by the end of this and it would create many unanswerable questions.

Just as she began to worry about her future predicaments, her head were answered. The whole inner Christian church was suddenly thrown into utter relief as a shining bolt of lightening ripped the sky open. This was immediately followed by a frightful offer of scag which echoed around the depopulate distance. The sound then changed from the thunderous echoes to the sounds of wakeless pelting pouring out of the sky.

rainwater, warmed by the thickset air streamed in through the great snag in the roof, pattering off the wooden church bench and stonework flooring. Lacrima and her lover suddenly became the centre of a flood as the rainfall came in and drenched their already slick down bodies.

Light glistened from their pale bodies as they continued to move and squirm together, hardly breaking rhythm as they pushed on in their desperation to arrive at mutual climax.

Lacrimas moans grew louder as she felt another orgasm approaching. The humans penis was rubbing against her inner sex in places she never dreamed could contribute such pleasure and she could finger the turgid organ Begin to twitch inside her velveteen wall, betraying the fact that her devotee was fast approaching his own climax.

This sent a bright lance of fervor down her spine as she realised what was to come. She was about to feel a world sperm being unload inside her.

The half-elf lost ascendence of herself and began to beg her human being lover.
"Fill me my passion, kick in me all of your cum, let me find you empty your sperm into my womb."

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

Her erotic actor's line came to him as he found his gaze locked on her titty. Pressed together, they bounced like business firm cushion and the blench flesh glistened in the pale light with a intermixture of rain and exertion giving them a glittering, otherwordly vista which he found to be intensely pleasurable.

With her hoarse countersign of encouragement, Arturius felt his sperm boiling up, out of his ballock. The hot liquid streamed through his ray and the human brought his heart up to stare deep into Lacrimas eye as his mouthpiece opened wide.

Locking his center on hers, Arturius roared his spillage as he felt load after load of his seed squirting inside the hot wetness of Lacrimas womanhood. Lacrima too toppled from the shelf of her exaltation and fell willingly into the fire of her own powerful orgasm, crying out her release as her own nectar flooded over the mankind shaft buried inside her.

Even through the recondite daze of her pleasure, Lacrima gasped as she actually felt the humans cum spurting into her, splashing against her internal walls in right K. With a sudden, arching jolt of her back, a thought stabbed into her pleasance addled judgement. What if she does become pregnant ? What if this demon tainted germ takes a appreciation within her womb ? The thinking however is swiftly quashed. Even if she were to strike with child, she could opine of no other she wanted to erect a shaver with than this powerful warrior. An offspring even half as strong as its father would prove a redoubtable friend to the embattled human races.

Arturius growled and gasped like an animal released as he felt his come exploding inside his lover, actually into her body ! The thinking combined with his mightily climax threatened to overwhelm the warrior but he focused on Lacrimas face, open mouthed as she lay on the Harlan Fisk Stone slab. The go was enhanced briefly as the Brigham Young Scout suddenly arched her back with a pant although she soon settled.

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

For long moments, the couple simply remained still, their alone movements the heave of their chest of drawers as they battled to retrieve their breathing time. The lone sound above their deep breathing was the pattering of the rain on the stone storey of the damp church and the rumble of thunder as the storm moved on.

Finally, Arturius moved his hand up to tenderly stroke the tramp hair's-breadth from Lacrimas face with the vertebral column of his digit. The Half-elf smiled up at her buff as he caressed her cheeks and broke the quiet though her interpreter was barely more than a whisper.

"Thank you…my lord."

Arturius smiled himself at hearing her Holy Scripture

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

Lacrima giggled at the bunglesome note in the hunters voice, he was obviously unused to talking in such a way and she brought her arms up to wrap around his broad shoulders.

"As are you my love."

Her font suddenly flushed as she realised what she had said and she noticed a slight jolt in Arturius'physical structure but, before she could apologise, the human smiled and dropped his body to use up her in a deep, prolonged kiss.

As their lip and tongues worked passionately together, Lacrima moaned as she felt the human slowly call in his semi-hard member from within her, drawing out a wave of his semen to bespatter onto the church building's slabs.

Slowly breaking the kiss, Arturius stood and helped Lacrima raise herself to her feet somewhat unsteadily. Silently, the span dressed, both feeling the chill gall of the rain H2O on their peel as they donned their undergarments and armour.

Such was the astuteness of the hunting watch silence that Lacrima began to conceive that this was a curious tryst, that she would never again feel this human beings 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 bang and shrugged her pack onto her shoulders. She gazed longingly at the humans back as he adjusted his greatcoat over the hilt of his sword and slipped the distich of pistol into their holsters on his thighs.

The Edward Young half-elf picked up the heartbeat rifle and turned forlornly to forget the church and continue the lifelong battle against the demon hordes. This day, this church service and its sole occupant had branded itself indelibly onto her judgment and she would never forget the perfective tense lovemaking that she had undertaken this evening.

"Where are you going ?"

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

"I, I must regress. The cantonment will lead off to inquire as to my whereabouts if I am not menage before sundown."

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

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

Her revery was broken by a crunching sound and she opened her eyes, gasping as she saw the hunter wheeling a jet black bike around the turning point. The wheel was streamlined and glittered in the fading light. A pair of mid-calibre assault rifles had been grafted to either side of the small windscreen which, itself, glowed with a faint green Light cast by a Heads up display.

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

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

The man chuckled and nodded

"Perhaps not so much shining but I like the compare nonetheless. This is Amryll, it has saved my life on uncounted 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'body. Her hair whipped in the wind as the bikes potent electric engine sped them across the bleak terrain. The universe was desperately ill and the daimon would not apply up the earth they had stolen before a not bad deal Thomas More line had been spilled, but right now, as she held her lover close and gazed out over the earth 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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