huntsman & PREY

Lacrima picked her way through the detritus and debris of the broken town. Barely a few months before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a end outpost of the dwindling homo race. Now it lay decimated, receptive to the dim skies like an disembowel remains.
The half-elf scouted the area alone, checking for augury of life or, more importantly, star sign of demonic plague. Her sharp optic scanned the ruins of each building intently, the deep green of her sword lily glittering in the wither light like emeralds on an ornate swords hilt.

She wore the standard progeny slate gray jumpsuit and black body armour that designated her as a soldier in the Terran rebellion corporation. Being a lookout, Lacrima carried a more compact reading heartbeat rifle and the jump suit was a tighter fit to permit almost silent move. The thick grey material clung to her slim, lithe consistency, rippling as her powerful leg brawn propelled her through the terrain like a prowling felid on the hunt for fair game.

Lacrima moved stealthily, her long years of training and combat experience making her drift fluid, almost felid. Her slender anatomy stalked the fantasm, a wraith in search of prey on a desolate landscape painting. A light duck soup ghosted through the discharge streets like the final stage, racking breath of a dying man and it stirred the deep auburn fuzz that hung in loose curls down Lacrimas back in a long ponytail that reached midway down her shoulders.

Her patrol took her toward the marrow of what remained of the town and the church at its core. The antediluvian social organization that once cut an imposing silhouette now lay broken. The spire that had once stood proud in its benefaction and aureole to the heavens had been destroyed completely. All that remained were snapped rafters jutting toward the Shangri-la like the dried, broken costa of the townsfolk's chest.

Lacrima approached the once great main entrance to the church, gaping wide give like a deep wounding. 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 unsavoury spirit reached her anterior naris and she was sure she could still smell out the burning flesh of those unfortunate person as she entered the threshold of the Christian church, the malodour forever tainting the very air that twisted and eddied in the light breeze.

The young half-elf darted into the once holy property and began her search of the desolate interior space when she froze suddenly. Her sharp eyes had spotted drift and she knelt silently behind the splinter corpse of a pew to observe the scene 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 puddle of visible light that was cast through the tattered stiff of a large tarnish glass window. The human had stripped his signature leather greatcoat and black body armour to expose his speed body. The warriors hide was pale, a common polarity of those that lived under the burned sky that now hung over the worlds diseased landscape and his body was coated in a reduce sheen of sudor that glittered in the vaguely disconnected ray of lighting. Lacrimas skin tone was closemouthed to that of her Elven kin making it paler still than even this hunters and this emphasised the freckles on her poke and upper berth nerve and the young half-elf felt the passion of a faint blush which she knew would only make them stand out even more. The hunter had his powerful arm rested on a low plinth beside the Lord's table and he appeared to be sewing a inscrutable slash that ran most the length of his upper arm.

The human muscles flexed and bulged with painfulness as the needle pierced his human body and, although the scene before her was gruesome, Lacrima could not help but come up a certain delight from seeing this one-half naked human.

At 43 class old, Lacrima was considered a young grownup within her wash, the equivalent of a human young woman just out of her teens. This combined with the approach invariant training and battle meant that Lacrima had never had meter to think practically about male person and she had never touched a males physical structure except for when she was sparring or treating wounds. Now, crouched silently in her hiding place, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The valet de chambre body was in amazing strong-arm precondition, his rippling tum and large arm muscles sending unfamiliar quiver of joy through the half-elf's slender trunk.

Despite her armed combat senses screaming in protest, the Pres Young soldier felt compelled to move closer and, breaking cover at a crouch, she silently, crept closer to the hunter as a moth would draw close to a promising flame. She could not excuse her excitement or the want to approach but somehow, she just wanted to be tightlipped to him and to gaze upon his from with better detail.

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors bm in better detail and stifled a grin as she realised he was evidently not a develop medic. The Orion stitches were neat and nasty but he was moving at a decelerate and deliberate pace as one with knowledge but little experience would do. He had obviously read or seen how to do field medicinal drug but had not had often practice and it was made infinitely harder by having to do it on himself.

Such was Lacrima's attention to the muscled man that she momentarily forgot the educational activity of stealth and accidently kicked a minuscule opus of fallen masonry, sending it skittering across the marbleized base. The hunting watch's reaction was immediate and lightning fast. combat reflexes that had been honed over unnumbered battles snapped his hand down to the nearest artillery, a pistol that had lay out of Lacrima's sight, behind the rock on which he had rested his injured arm and brought the sidearm up to target at the source of the strait."show yourself."This was the first metre Lacrima had ever heard the human speak and she was taken aback as to how inscrutable and resonant it was, echoing around the desolate church in commanding, bass part waves.

The half-elf intruder did not displace from her lieu hidden behind a work bench, frozen like a frightened rabbit in a set of intense, masculine headlights. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the demon hunters'weapon system was aimed directly at her. The huntsman's representative sounded once to a greater extent, this time dropping to a dangerously quieten degree that nevertheless carried a weighty tone of malevolence."I know you skulk in the shadows, now mistreat 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 fragile movement, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched view behind a shatter pew and stood, head word bowed slightly like a schoolhouse child caught by a tutor. Long bit passed as the hunter appeared to study her silently from beneath the gunmetal spook that he was never seen without. Lacrima felt a sudden chill and a sense of nakedness passed like a shiver down her spine. It was as if the homo was looking through her, seeing past her physical form to study her inner being. This highly uncomfortable feeling was only accented by the hatful of the pistol that was pointed at her head.

After what was probable only a mo but, what felt like an age to Lacrima, the hunter stood and descended the pace from the altars dais, onto the filthy marble of the church main trading floor. His cause were slow but fluid, resembling a predator approaching its quarry. Despite the obvious danger to her soul, Lacrima could not assist but notice his build. The man was easily close to six feet tall and she was drawn to the way the directional light from the broken window shimmered from his pale skin and threw the muscle system of his eubstance into an ever changing landscape of visible radiation and trace. The shooting iron never once strayed from Lacrima, true proof of this hunters martial art.

The hunter approached Lacrima in silence and the half-elf felt ineffectual to move or speak, somehow held in a spell by this human. All she could do was put up and look her fate, her emerald heart watching the now dim light reflect from his naked upper consistence which seemed to stress his already impressive muscle system, and inquire why she felt such contradictory emotions of fear and another, more confusing feeling…was it desire ? !

The hunter came to a halt a score of paces from the half-elf and slowly lowered the weapon although Lacrima noted that he kept a pew between them to keep her from approaching him at stop number. Once before her, he spoke once again, this time without the dangerous malice but a greenback of wariness still rang through its deep tones.
"I have seen no action in this office for several daytime now."

As he approached this intruder, the hunter appraised the possible menace. It was certainly human or of a humanoid race. It wore the uniform of a greyback scout and was female judgement by the way the armour had been shaped around the chest area.
As he got closer, he could pass water out More details and he began to think this was no attacker. The being stood before him was a half-elf, one of the new races that had emerged after the initial demon invasion of Terra. This specimen was around mean altitude for one of her wash, around 5'6"and slender. Her hair was a salient shade of red, pulled back in a tight ponytail although a few stray filament framed her almost ghostly pale face. With a slight kick of realisation, the human being came to note that this accentuated the females already considerable beauty.

to the highest degree half-elves took on the graceful, sharp features of their elven parent but this one had much mild nervus facialis feature of speech. The almost translucent sick cutis of her slender face had a healthy, porcelain smoothness and was broken only by a set of freckles that ran across her cheeks and modest, clitoris olfactory organ. Her signal ears and full moon, pale lips gave her an exotic, alluring aspect, greatly accented by her tilt green eyes and it was into these emerald orbs that the hunter found himself gazing. The females eyes glittered with an energy and intelligence service that he had rarely encountered and the human felt long repressed spirit stirring deep within his mind.

Lacrima saw syncope confusedness flickering over the humans face in his eyebrow and lips and she wondered what must be going on in the hunters mind. So lost was she with this turn of events coupled with her own confused emotions that she almost jumped out of her peel when the warrior spoke again.
"What brings you to this area soldier ?"

The hunters interpreter still carried an almost impress air of government agency but the scout could discover a thawing of his shade and she attempted to cut across her fear by throwing a humeral veil of confidence over her flustered 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 statement met silence and the young scout decided to go on
"A act of lookout man have been sent from outpost Dacorum Theta to assess if this area is dependable for rehabilitation. The demons appear to have slaked their thirst for blood line here and moved on."

The hunter nodded slightly but said aught and Lacrima was left with the restless signified that he was analysing everything she said, searching for any falsification. Silence ensued as the two seemed to assess each other. In the heavy silence, Lacrima found her gaze meandering over the powerful body of the hunter and she felt very unusual inspiration 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 curiosity for this lone demon stalker.

As she tried to storm her path of thought onto a different data track, her unripe eyes settled on his wounded arm. The Half-Elf had heard many a rumour about this human being, he was a loner and lilliputian was truly known of his scope or design. All that was really known was his power and desire to put down demons wherever he encountered them. This is my probability perhaps, Lacrima thought to herself. Perhaps I could find out Thomas More about this human and prepare a account back to the council. The revolt council were extremely concerned as to how one man could survive so long in the wild and cursed plains. Any information she could glisten from him could prove vital for future tense plans.

After taking a few, calming breathing place, the half-elf softened her boldness slightly, taking on what she hoped was a convincing masque of a have-to doe with face. Lacrima then adopted a quieter, friendlier tint as she addressed the hunting watch once more.
"Your injury looks trench, would you wish to see one of our healer ? It is not a great distance to Dacorum…"
There was a moments vacillation as, suddenly, an paradigm flashed into her minds eye of her small handwriting stroking the naked skin of the muscular human beings arm her pale hand on the smooth, warm flesh as it glittered in a kitty of light. She could almost feel the firmness of purpose of his muscle on her fingertips. The reckless Rush of blood to her cheek caught Lacrima off guard and it took drive not to pant with surprise. Quickly trying to re-centre her thought, Lacrima managed to uphold unsteadily.
"..Or…perhaps…allow me to facilitate you ?"

An awkward silence followed with the hunter remaining static as if he hadn't even heard the youth scouts'countersign. The pause allowed Lacrimas creative thinker to run saturnalia with prototype of her touching this pale, muscular tree branch. Her cutis tingled as her mind tried to animate what this warriors body would feel like to her delicate touch and this sent an vivid flowage of emotions through the vernal half-elf forcing her to draw on her intimate strength in a desperate effort to not swag back from the mental outpouring. Such was the saturation of the images, Lacrima found herself panting faintly and, with a sudden shot of realisation, she knew she was blushing deeply.

Dim light that filtered through the ruined windows and open roof, catching the ruminative surfaces of the hunter shades. The human stood before the scout like a statue of ancient meter. I marble carved warrior king, stripped to the shank and battle scarred. The poetic imagination did nothing to help Lacrimas hot and bothered land and, when the hunter finally did speak, even his quiet whole tone caused her to bound in surprise at the sudden shattering of silence.
"No, no healers."
Another myopic suspension and this time, the shock had sharpened the young watch senses and she could discover a feint Federal Reserve note of muddiness on the hunter stoic feature. Was he thinking similar thoughts of her ? ! His straits flicked to look down at his wound and he brought his arm up to countenance confining inspection.

Lacrima was transfixed by the drift. Rarely had she seen such a beautifully masculine limb. Whilst being well muscled, it was not over-built and unsightly. Each brawniness moved and bunched with smooth control condition as the hunter flexed them, testing the depth of the wound and even the flinch of pain as he moved damaged tissue wasn't decent to halt the half-elf's reverie.

After a few moment, the hunter came to a conclusion and lowered his arm, fixing the untried female in his gaze once more and Lacrima hoped she didn't flavour as flustered as she felt. The hunter rung and, for the first fourth dimension since their get together several min before, she detected a note of benignity 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 arena medication ?"

Lacrima nodded dumbly, unable to take shape run-in and hoped it would be enough. After a long moment, the hunting watch nodded in income tax return, a decelerate, short front and turned away from her, heading toward the pulpit steps.
Taking this as a silent invitation to follow, Lacrima fell in behind. As she walked, Lacrima allowed her gaze to roam 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 torso which allowed Lacrima to see the musculature of his vertebral column. She watched the low muscles around his spine sliding back and forth with his gait and the large, impressive muscular tissue of his shoulder as his arms swayed at his sides. The spotter looked over his figure and felt a warmth in the base of her tum as her eyes took in his slim waist and broad shoulders. This truly was an excellent specimen of masculinity. The only thing marring the image was the state of the human's skin. His spinal column was a latticework of scars, most healed but a few stood out an angry red in all probability making them fresher and Lacrima found herself building a new level of respect and wonder for this lone warrior. She would bear to ask for More about these injury when the sentence arose.

Mounting the steps to the altar footstall, the Orion 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 particular out of place. The young scout stifled a giggle on seeing such tidiness. She had no estimation a warrior of such height and obvious accomplishment also lived a liveliness burdened with Oppressive Compulsive disorder !

"Something amuses you ?"
Startled, Lacrima snapped her chief up and realised with a start that she was once more in the humans shaded gaze. She had had no theme she had been smiling outwardly and took on a shamefaced expression.
"My apologies sir, I meant no umbrage. It is just not often I encounter a Male with such…order."
A break ensued and the young lookout man heart dropped as she feared she had annoyed the huntsman and blown any prospect for cognition. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her centre sing. For the initiative time since their meeting, the hunter smiled. It was a legal brief curling of the lips accompanied by a nimble exhalation resembling a snort of entertainment but it was enough to bring a beaming smile the female's oral fissure.
"Indeed my lady. My female parent taught me well to organise myself in all things. An organised mind is a virile weapon system in engagement she used to recount me."
The grin dropped from Lacrimas expression at the warrior's use of retiring tense
"Your mother…she is ..."
"Dead. Yes."

Those discussion 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 acerate leaf was still embedded in his physique where he had been stitching before her interruption.
The conclusiveness of his social movement gave evidence that his female parent death was a sore discipline which was apprehensible. Nobody could have such an event without great sorrow but there was something about the stiffness of his turning and the feel that flashed across his case before doing so that made the scout think that there was more to it than natural effort. She would perhaps broach the subject when she had gained Thomas More of his trust.

Silently, the half-elf slipped into a crouch beside the hunters offend arm, taking it in her hands and gently cradling it while she took a close inspection of the wounding. Before she even touched him, Lacrimas head was getting fuzzy. The maiden matter that she took in was his scent which was unlike any Male before. Most of the men she knew were soldiers in the rebel corp and they smelled of sweat and dirt. This human had a sealed muskiness to his olfactory property but he didn't smelling unclean, the aroma was also cut through with a fresh, almost floral scent that sent the Young half-elf almost dizzy as she thought that this was how all true men should smell.

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved hands felt the firmness of his muscleman before the console heat of his body penetrated through, heightening what the scout now realised was her foreplay. Again, confusion rose in her psyche as she tried to bottom how she could be having feelings like this, everything was wrong. These were feelings that she had never experienced before, this was a man she had never met until today, in a property that had, barely a few weeks before been a charnel house of rip and decimation. In an attempt to take her brain off her tingling lowly realm, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A deep laceration ran down a good length of the Hunter upper berth arm, almost perfectly slicing between his bicep and brachialis musculus. The split was ragged which made it unlikely that it was a blade or acutely object that had done the legal injury and even through the passion of her worked up state, a chill ran down Lacrima's spine at the profoundness of the rip and she knew this must be causing a immense amount of money of pain to the human being despite his outwardly calm state. She looked up quizzically
"How did this occur ? It is a truly nasty wound."
The huntsman uttered a single word that made the offspring female bite her lower lip with fear and concern
"Daxzkepyl."
The word repeated in Lacrima's mind, Daxzkepyl, an military officer in the demonic armies. This character of police officer was a horrific merger of man and crustacean, his main weapon being a huge, armour plated claw that resembled that of a lobster or crab. To remove down one of these abominations was unmanageable for a squad of somebody, to do so one-on-one was almost unheard of.
"You fought a Daxzkepyl on your own ? !"she gasped incredulously
"I did. The goddamn spawn died concentrated and not before causing me this."
The hunter gestured angrily at the open lesion as if such a savage didn't deserve to be able to cause one such as him pain. Lacrima wondered at this warrior's martial artistry and made a vow to herself to try and learn as very much as possible about the struggle. It would likely comprise a wealthiness of tips on how to call for on the demons.

Examining the ripped flesh closer, Lacrima made sure the wound was clean and then checked the hunter's stitching.
"stitching up a wound like this is unmanageable, especially if you're trying to do it alone."
Dropping his arm gently, Lacrima removed her glove to enable her to process him properly and looked over his medical supplying, nodding slowly as she ran through the operation out loud.
"Your med kit is well stock sir. By the looks of it you have started well, injecting the blood-flow inhibiter to slow bleeding and, judging by the torn packaging, you have well sanitised the area."
Trying to lighten the humor and mentation he had begun to decompress, Lacrima grinned
"You'll not make a seamstress I'm afraid judging by the quality of your stitching though."
This gossip was rewarded with a grunt of merriment and a smiling that completely changed the hunting watch's fount. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually tail end features changed so completely into a mildness that melted her heart. This was a man that had known happiness once and that made it all the risky that one such as him had to eek out an existence in such a forsaken environment.

Smiling herself, Lacrima took up the Orion's arm once more, relishing the skin to skin contact and gently lay it on her knee so she could start out stitching properly. As gently as she could, the scout started to sew up the bass rent. Her breeding did her proud and the young scout deftly placed modest stitches over the wound, drawing the two halves of figure together. After a few stitches, she looked up and saw that the Orion winced ever so slightly every time she pushed the needle though his flesh and her facial expression fell in shock as realisation dawned.
"You haven't used any anaesthetic ? !"
The Orion shook his head but gestured for her to continue, only speaking after she had almost finished.
"tone pain is no trouble to me. Helps me know I am still human."
Lacrima laughed incredulously
"Now what is that supposed to have in mind ?"
"When you have seen the twisted agony of a possessed human beings face as his dead body is re-structured from the inside, you quickly learn to take account that lifespan isn't all bad. Pain hold me sharp."
Lacrima shook her headland with a smirk
"I do not understand your logic sir for I have not seen such a thing and have no wishing to. I for one will not rest until the very slightest fiendish contamination is cleansed from our earth."
"Oh really ?"
The tone of the hunting watch's vocalization caused Lacrima to look up from her work and she saw an odd formulation purport over his face like a passing zephyr of ill content. This concerned her and she decided to press further, hoping she wasn't overstepping the mark.
"Is that not what you wish for ? A world free of these abhorrence ?"
After a present moment, the Hunter began to nod slowly
"Indeed, freeing this public of the hell spawn is of great importance to me. As to removing the merest taint…I think that will show harder than you think young scout."
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the shadow optic of the man
"Please, call me Lacrima."
"Lacrima, that is a pleasant name…for a pleasant girl."
The words caused the half-elf to beam openly as she tied up the final stitch.
"Why, just sir, I do trust you are flirting with me."
Suddenly, the hunter snatched his arm away from Lacrimas lap, turning his back on her.
"You are mistaken young scout. You would do well to save your distance from me. People that get too close have a drug abuse of dying."
Lacrima controlled her shocked surprise and reached out to lay a comforting hand on the hunter's berm. She wanted to keep back him close, for both military and of a sudden personal reasons.
"I am not afraid of risk my God Almighty, I only wish to read from you. Your knowledge…"
"My cognition is deserving nothing to you perfectly. Besides, you would not wish to know me !"
The military unit of the hunter's tone shocked Lacrima and she felt a twinge of distress pride at his premiss but she attempted to keep a soothing level to her vox
"I am well trained and have combat experience, I can treat myself well. And I would very much like to know you full my lord."

Lacrima stopped suddenly. She had had no intention of uttering those words and she felt suddenly bashful at her ebullition. She could experience the Hunter's breathing deepen in the bm of his berm underneath her hand and a sudden undulation of desire washed through her, causing her to gently lay her free hand on his former shoulder in what she hoped was a calm way, hoping desperately to keep him close, to palpate him.
"I do not claim to know anything of your background signal or lifestyle my lord but I would dearly like for you to secern me of it."
As she spoke, Lacrima realised her hands had begun to unconsciously knead the warrior's shoulders. She also noticed he had not complained so she decided to keep.

The half-elf's small-scale men moved delicately over the hunter's articulatio humeri, squeezing the bunched brawn and straightening them with ennoble squeezes of her fingers. The question over the warm, firm flesh brought a new wave of arousal to the untested 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 event 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 nigh to this masculine human.

Pressing her armour body to his book binding, the half-elf John Drew a deep breath, taking in the perfume of the hunter and noting the subtle change in his scent. The musk she had smelled before was more big and it was now overlaid with a knifelike scent. Was he becoming aroused also ?

The thought drew motion picture of a wholly more sordid nature in Lacrimas minds eye and she felt the heating plant in her cheeks intensify. Also, the tingle in her loins had given way to a wetness that she now felt between her peg. Her thinker raced ‘ Oh lord, I want him…but I have never been with a male person, let alone a homo. What would he piddle of me if I did not please him ?'

The young Lacrimas principal swum with possibility and lustfulness began to glut her psyche like a long held back tide. Shifting herself up, straightening her kneeling legs, Lacrima raised herself so she could see over his shoulder joint, the whole clip her helping hand servicing his now relaxing articulatio humeri. A small purr drifted from the dorsum of the Hunter's throat which Lacrima felt through the frame of his shoulder and this spurred her on to chance a forbidden glimpse. Craning her neck slightly, Lacrima peered over the hunter's shoulder, hoping he wouldn't detect what she was doing and focused her gaze on the human's genitals. The sight that beheld her caused her jaw to drop.

Her lust-filled paradigm had pictured a large penis but the bulge that distended the fateful leather of the hunter's combat breeches hinted at an harmonium that was impressive even for one of his height and stature.

It had been a retentive clip since he had felt female person hands on his pulp and it was likely he had never felt such a dextrous skin senses. This half-elf was not only a skilled scout - for what other understanding would the rebellion allow her to go out alone - but she had a touch that was both soft and yet, somehow firm.

Her small men caressed the knot musculature of his shoulder with almost inerrable accuracy, seeking out and straightening the muscularity bunched and taught from farsighted months of fighting.

Such was the warmth and feel of her tinge that the warrior felt a insidious warmth spreading in his loins that he had long dismissed as obsolete. Just then, he felt the cool atmospheric pressure of her armor white meat against his dorsum as the young female person pressed her torso closer to his. This touch, combined with the soft, ghosting flow of her warm breathing time against his rightfulness shoulder sent Wave of pleasure straight to his mole and he felt farsighted leave needs stirring bass within.

He heard a soft gasp from his right wing and angled his head slightly to glimpse over at the female'pretty face. The half-elf was biting her lip, a facial expression that only served to raise her already considerable dish and the hunter felt his physical structure blush with heat energy as his lust for this unseasoned female began to blossom.

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

As one, the brain of the human and half-elf began a slow, inexorable effort toward each others. Their back talk parted slightly as they neared until, with a delicate unhurriedness, the two duet finally met for a brief import before parting again.

The hunter's shade hid his optic but Lacrima could feel the raw lust emanating from him as her emerald gaze drank in his strong feature of speech and stubbled jaw. She knew entire well that his lusty intentions were only matched by her own and she looked into the lenses with a blazing desire. The duo held each others gaze a unawares time longer, each waiting for the others unspoken approval to continue. Then, silently, their lips met once More and remained in contact.

Lacrima's eyes fluttered closed as her sassing pressed against his, the sensation of kissing this man a drug of such strength that she felt her head begin to spin around as, with unconscious cause, she moved her sass against his in a long, passionate kiss.

Liquid warmth flowed through him, filling his body with the flame of desire as he parted his mouth against hers and allowed his glossa to gently fondle the firmness of her lips. The flames roared into a new level on feeling her sass function enough to appropriate her tongue to move against his, gently stroking it with an intoxicating tenderness.

His hand drifted up to gently fondle Lacrimas the right way cheek, stroking it tenderly with his thumb as they continued their thick candy kiss. Feeling the lenify jot, Lacrima allowed her bridge player to travel down his chest of drawers, her fingertips tracing delicate lines down his pectorals to his well-formed abdomen.

The warmness of her fingerbreadth on his skin sent quiver of arousal through his consistency and the hunter's breathing quickened as his passionate kiss with the half-elf continued. Feeling her touch slither down his chest and onto his stomach, he was overcome by a wafture of lust and gripped Lacrima's wrist. The scouts centre flew heart-to-heart at the sudden notion but they soon fluttered closed once Sir Thomas More, this clip with anticipation as she felt him guiding her manus lower, toward the physical object of her Holocene desire.

Lacrima allowed her idea eye to picture the swell and trough of the warrior's abdominal musculus as her blanch hand was slue down his house body. Her breathing quickened as her fingers touched over the waistband and belt, her lips pressing deeper into his as she settled herself humiliated to enable her to reach out his gloomy body. Her hint then caught in her throat as she touched it.

Her fingertips stroked over a hard, compact bulge that pressed against the leather of his trouser and the young half-elf moaned into the human's backtalk with a fulfill purr. Pressing her thenar against the prominence, Lacrima started to slide her hand up and down the thick shaft slowly, taking in the bender and rigid inclemency of the organ as she pleasured it.

The hunter moaned in response to her campaign and the Pres Young scout allowed herself a svelte smile as the twosome held their lips locked together in a Passion that only those that had abstained for days could fully appreciate.

The hunter's digit that had, up until now been caressing Lacrima's cheek now began a quest down the side of her pharynx where the warmth of his skin and the ticklish signature of his fingerbreadth made her sick skin tingle with delight.

His hired hand continued, across her shoulder joint and down her arm, finally slipping underneath her cubitus and coming to stay over the uppermost hold of her body armour. The persuasion that the human being was about to commence stripping her sent a charge through the half elf's body and her moans deepened into the hunter's mouth.

With a muffled snap, the clasp came undone. This was followed soon after by the others and Lacrima felt the weight shift as her organic structure armour hung beneath her crooked body. With a longing glint of her tongue, Lacrima broke the brace kiss and slipped the armour over her head to break the slating grey jumpsuit she wore beneath.

Turning back from dropping her armor, Lacrima found the hunter on his base. Once more than the young half-elf found herself marvelling at how the light from the shattered roof glistened from his blanch skin giving him an almost ethereal quality as his powerful coat of arms reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without witting try and she all but fell into his strong embrace. Throwing her read/write head back, the scout thrust her lips up to meet his once more and her limb wrapped around his house waist in a passionate embrace.

The hunter wrapped his arms around the half-elf's slender body and released himself to her Passion of Christ. He could smell out her more clearly now the armour was removed and he enjoyed the way each of his mother wit was caressed by her overbold aroma, her firm, lose weight soundbox in his arms and the sound of her body moving as it was pressed to his along with the barely hearable moan emanating from her throat.

bringing one script 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's boob were very firm and saucy with the nipples pushing against the cloth of her jumpsuit as if trying to fall apart barren of their material prison.

Slipping his hand further up her body, the huntsman briefly caressed Lacrima's Kuki-Chin before moving to the zip at her neck opening, sliding it down and revealing her pale skin to his gaze for the first time.

The fabric of the jumpsuit parted slightly as the zip continued on its journey downwards and the huntsman drank in the heap of Lacrima's cleavage. The two blench orbs pressed together in the confines of their clothing.

Stopping the zip at her waist, the hunter could stand firm no more and dipped his chief, placing a serial publication of candy kiss between her breasts. Gasping with delight, Lacrima rested her hands on the back of his head, bathing in the feeling of another's lips and spit caressing the sensitive skin of her white meat for the outset time.

Feeling the firmness of her total breasts against his lips, the Hunter wrapped his arms around Lacrima's waist, holding her stopping point as he lavished the cleavage of her white meat 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 slate gray material parted like softly moving pall to let on the deep valley of her breasts and the quiet, undulating horizon of her body to the hungry eyes of the huntsman. Lifting his forefront back slightly, his gaze drank in the delightful breaking ball of her body and the fashion plate of her business firm breasts. The dark pink of her areolas stood in demarcation to the pale Elwyn Brooks White of her skin and her nipples protruded from the tips of her breast as if beckoning the human to them.

Obeying the lustful shout, the hunter dipped his head teacher once more. This time, his backtalk wrapped gently around one of Lacrima's nipples. His lips enveloped the nighttime areola and drew the nipple into his mouth. This produced a shuddering gasp from the half-elf as the electrical energy of his nursling transmitted into rippling moving ridge of joy that travelled to every corner of her body. Hearing her inhalant and feeling her body shivering at his ministration, the Hunter gently flicked his tongue over the tip of Lacrima's mamilla whilst it was trapped in the lovingness of his mouth causing her shuddering to increase and a faint mewling of ecstasy to scat from the scouts'throat.

Sir John Suckling gently, the hunting watch raised a hand and ran his fingers through the flame red tresses of Lacrimas'fuzz. The softness of her hair combined with the smoothness of her skin brought deep growls of joy from the hunter that vibrated through Lacrimas'mammilla and caused the nub to season further, sending electric pulses of stimulation to row through the half-elfs'torso.

Never had Lacrima felt such opinion as those that now coursed through her body. Her top dog rolling back, Lacrima grasped the hunting watch head in both hands, cupping his stubbled cheeks gently and lifted him so his lips were almost touching hers. Still holding his school principal, Lacrima brushed her lips over his, ghosting her voiced bod across his slowly before pressing her face forward, taking him into a bass buss with a faint murmur.

The hunter felt Lacrimas'hips pressing against his, the rhythmical movements of her grinding gently against him coupled with the scent and fondness of her body against his sending shivers up and down his spine. With one hand slipping around between them, the human being slowly unzipped the jumpsuit completely and slid the material over her hips, letting it drop to the trading floor with a soft rustle.

Sliding the spinal column of his fingers along the fluid, soft skin of the half-elfs'organic structure, the hunter cupped his hands under her buttocks. This drew forth a purr of enjoyment from both hunter and scout as Lacrima felt his touch on the thinly veiled meat of her keister and the hunter felt the firm embonpoint that seemed to fit the cup of his hand as if sculpted for them. Gently, with a fan touch, the hunter started squeezing and caressing this double-dyed backside 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 physical structure caressed in shipway she had never experienced and only rarely imagined. How this hunting watch 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 building, he held her as a collector would cradle his finest treasure and caressed her cutis with such delicacy it was little more than the rustling 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 legs around the homo and, in doing so, felt the bulge of his erection military press against the thin fabric of her pantie and rub across the sensitive mouth of her womanhood. This was a wizard like no other she had, up until this moment experience and she gasped, open-mouthed on feeling the wave of pleasure that washed quickly over her.

turning slightly, the hunter took a few steps and lowered the scout slightly before she felt the frigidity morsel of Stone on her amphetamine thigh. With a gasp of surprise at the sudden hotshot, Lacrima realised that she was sitting on the sharpness of the altar. Keeping her strong legs wrapped around the hunters'waistline, the half-elf gripped his consistence and pulled him to her, taking his lips into another bass, lingering kiss.

The hunter allowed the kiss to continue for a few tenacious minute. He couldn't get enough of her to the full lips pressing against his and he deeply enjoyed the way her tongue caressed his so delicately. Soon though, he tore his backtalk from hers as he sought out another level of pleasure. He kissed down the young guide'neck and over her chest as he had done before. This meter, however, he did not pause at her breasts but continued on, down to her flat venter, kneeling slowly as his point descended over the pale, soft hide of Lacrimas'body.

Feeling the tender caress of his lips on the previously untouched peel of her trunk sent shivers coursing up Lacrimas'spine and she ran the fingers of her hands through his short-cropped haircloth. As the man knelt before her, his intent began to make themselves known and it was made very clear as she felt his fingers wrapped around the waistband of her panties and slowly began sliding them down. Lifting her organic structure from the altar slightly, allowing the homo to slip the soft stuff of the panty over her thighs, Lacrima felt the thrill as she realised she was soon to be naked in the mien of a Male for the first clip in her life. A abbreviated feeling of wariness stabbed into her judgment as a sudden doubt came in as to how this human would treat her in these most intimate of brush. This thought process was soon invalidate however as the panties finally slipped from her ft and fell soundlessly to the paved trading floor and she felt the humans lips touch against her thighs.
The warmth of his breath was the kickoff sense, ghosting over the delicate hide of her inner leg. This heralded the arriver of the humans lips which touched against her thigh with such a tenderness that it sent quiver of delight coursing through her consistency. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the hunter drawing his soft backtalk slowly along her pale skin leaving a track of tingling human body in their backwash. The young half-elfs hands slid down her own body, using the dorsum of her fingertips to stimulate the tegument of her torso, sending her deeper into the lapping wave of joy washing over her.

The far up her thigh the back talk travelled, the deeper Lacrima fell, drifting helplessly on the steady waters of her arousal. Never had she felt such pleasure and these new sensations flowing around her consistence from this human were ilk exotic electricity flowing into her from his cutaneous senses. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist heat of his tongue gaucherie from between his brim as his head approached the very top of her leg. He pressed his tongue into the crevice where her leg met her body and lapped gently there launching wave after mightily wave of arousal up her spine. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to clutch the back of the hunters head, trying to draw his rim to the centre of her arousal. Obeying her unvoiced mastery, the Hunter lifted his head slightly only to press his lips against the moist lips of her sex.

This first ever feeling of another being was almost more than Lacrima could take and she arched her back as the humans soft lips moved against her womanhood in a passionate kiss. The half-elf drew a mysterious breath through clenched teeth in a long hoot of desire which suddenly became a whimpered gasp of cristal as the humanity tongue once again adjure forth from his backtalk. His hot, wet glossa parted the mouth of the Cy Young scouts womanhood to press against the nub of her button. vivid cushion of galvanising arousal coursed along the length of the half-elfs spine as the homo flicked his tongue against her clitoris with long, easy strokes.

Lacrima gripped the back of the hunters head with an increased urging as her grade of foreplay started to peak faster than she ever thought possible. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few clock time using her fingers but never had she felt such a aristocratical touch sensation and, even through the slurred haze of go she found herself marvelling at the hunters skill. His skills with a blade and firearm were well documented but never would she have imagined that these skills could be translated into a intimate context.

Lacrimas moans increased in mass along with her arousal and she began to wriggle 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 stallion consistency, Lacrima came to a brawny orgasm. The half-elf wrapped her stage around the berm and cervix of the hunter, trying to pull his skilful clapper as closing curtain to her as she could whilst screaming her vivid joy to the broken raftsman of the church.

The hunter moaned softly as he tasted the nectar of Lacrimas sex. His tongue lapped at her as a parched brute would wassail from a stream, pushing his tongue into her opening to touch the moisture within. The half-elfs nectar tasted different to human female person, carrying an almost inebriate bouquet. With the females climax came a wafture of this mellisonant succus that he drank willingly.

Reaching up, he filled his hands with Lacrimas business firm tit, kneading them gently as he continued to lavish her with his tongue. The years of battle had left small time for such encounters but the human had enjoyed the company of his fair share of women but there was something about this youth half-elf. From her scent to her gustatory sensation and even her glory spoke to the Hunter on a story he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a young kitten as fishgig of pure ecstasy lanced through her prickle sending shivers of pleasure throughout her consistence. Her blanch peel shone in the scape of luminance as she writhed on the altar, the human being tongue sending her to levels of high-flown pleasure that she had never dreamt possible.

smell another coming approaching, Lacrima moaned softly"Please…Please…"She lay her hands on his as they massaged her breasts, bringing them to her nipples where she let him tease them with his fingertips adding another layer of whiz to her oneirism. This sent her over the border once more and with shuddering gasps, Lacrima reached climax for the second time.

The hunter lingered between her pale thighs long enough to finish drawing her nectar into his mouth before pulling away and standing. Her chest heaving as she caught her breathing spell, Lacrima looked once more into the harbour gaze of the huntsman and for a long here and now, the pair looked at each early in silence, lovers without the need of words.

With an unspoken arrangement, the man unbuckled his swath and unzipped his fight trousers, allowing them to diminish to the flagstone with a clatter. Propping herself up on her elbows, Lacrima dropped her gaze to the hunter crotch and the bulge that now distended his underwear. Without the confinement of the thick trousers, the bulge seemed even bigger and Lacrima felt a smile creasing the box of her lips as she watched the hunter finish kicking off his pant before tucking his thumb under the sash and drawing the final barrier down to reveal the object of her current desire.

The smiling quickly became an open mouthed gasp as the humankind organ was finally revealed to her. Easily 9 inches in duration and thicker than a daggers handle, the pale member twitched rhythmically as rakehell 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 right reed organ. She was unable to tear her eye from the hunters groin, her emerald middle sparkling in the weak light as she stared fixedly at the thick shaft. Finally ripping her regard upward, the youth half-elf looked up into her own contemplation in the human shades as a slender hand reached out to touch a males penis for the very first of all time. The tegument was very strong and the half-elf drew her fingers back at first, afraid that her cold hands would discomfort the human but the hunter merely nodded for her to stay on and she lay her fingertips once more onto his hot flesh.

At beginning, Lacrima only stroked the surface of the spear skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the sensation of the heating plant and softness of his hide. Then, as her confidence began to build, she slowly wrapped her finger's breadth around the thick shaft, just below the bulbous brain. The thickness was such that her fingers only just met on the other side. The size of this organ for one as inexperienced as her was daunting but Lacrima had gone too far to flex back now and she drew the humanity foreskin back gently. This caused a long sigh from the human lip, a sign that she was performing well enough and the young lookout began to stroke her bridge player back and forth in long, dim movements.

The hunter gazed at the half-elfs beautiful boldness as she reached out to touch him, marvelling at her stunning innocence. The young lookout reached out and bear on his diaphysis, retracting as if scalded the moment he felt the cold bit of her chilled skin. He knew immediately of her worry and nodded reassuringly at her start expression. With his encouragement, she had resumed her caress and the human rolled his head back in enjoyment as her common cold, delicate touch traced telephone line of coolheaded pleasance along the duration and breadth of his manhood.

He had to stop himself biting his lip in pleasure as her small hired man wrapped itself delicately around his shaft but he couldn't suppress a sigh of pleasure as the Cy Young female drew the skin of his irradiation back to endanger the sensitive top dog of his humanness to the coldness, stale air. The sigh quickly became a long purr of pleasure as the half-elf started to make a motion her hired hand along his distance, the crusade of his prepuce over the tip sending intense light of gratification shooting through him. This unseasoned scout had not known a mans touch, her organic structure terminology gave that fact away but, for one so inexperient, she had an expert touch and her tender caress was heating the furnace of his coming much faster than he expected.

Lacrima gazed, unflinching at the hunters organ as she pleasured it. She marvelled at its size and the way she could feel his heartbeat throbbing powerfully through his barb as she stroked him. She watched the glistening wetness of the tip each fourth dimension she pulled his foreskin back to reveal it. She sensed the hunter shifting his exercising weight slightly and she closed her eyes as she felt his finger running through the boneheaded Strand of her ponytail, rolling her heading back slightly with contentment. Opening her center, Lacrima cast her sparkling verdant gaze up at her lover, letting his recondite purr of delight wash over her and losing herself in her own use.

An estimate came unbidden to the young half-elfs mind and her eyes widened slightly at the thought of what she could do and the star it would bring. Licking her lips and dropping her head back to face the Orion groin, Lacrima began to tend forward. Watching the female movements, the huntsman realised her purpose and a Wave of expected value overtook him, moving his hand to start caressing the thick hair at the back of the scouts head.

Moving inexorably forward, Lacrima took in the musky olfactory property of the humans crotch and found it a strangely judicious aroma, just one breath causing her want for this humans touch to raise dramatically. With this growing arousal, Lacrima placed her brim on the Hunter manhood in the Same way she had felt his on her sex a short sentence before, kissing his shaft of light from tip to free-base in several, lingering pecks.

The hunters purr got louder at her back talk caress and Lacrima spent respective long moments lavishing the humans shaft with her osculation, only starting to pluck the tegument back once more when she felt she could wait no longer. Bringing her mouth to the tip of the Hunter humanity, Lacrima closed her eyes and took the glistening tip into her mouth.

The hunter openly gasped as the heat of the half-elfs lip enveloped him with euphoric warmth and his hand tightened its grip on the back of her headland. He was careful not to push or hale the girl into anything she didn't want but it was a gruelling defend engagement of will not to try and slip the warmth further along his shaft.

Lacrima had never tasted anything like this before and she let the salty yet almost sweet flavours wash drawing over her preference buds. She found the taste most pleasurable and she flicked her tongue over the flesh filling her mouth in an effort to get a more intense sentiency. This had the core of tearing a oink of enjoyment from the humans throat and a slight pushing as the hunting watch desperately fought to control his impulse to thrust deep into the females throat. Lacrima understood what this meant and she began to proceed her head slowly back and forth along the midst shaft of the human race penis. Such was the girth of the organ that Lacrima was unable to get much more than a fourth of its duration into her mouth before she felt it set out to agitate against her voice box. Judging by the volume and tone of the noise the hunter was making, she doubted it mattered much but then she heard his cryptic voice, taut with hug drug"My lady…I'm…close…"

The opinion of what was about to materialise sent Lacrima into a frenzy and she started to bob her head faster in an movement to get pleasure to her devotee and hopefully bring him to as hard a climax as he had gifted her. She felt his other hired man on the back of her cervix, stroking with a surprise gentleness given his current level of arousal.

The half-elf tightened her back talk on the throbbing shaft and stroked her bridge player along it, her other hand coming up to massage the humans large testicles. She wasn't sure why but somehow it felt like the decently thing to do. She was proven right as, consequence later, a loud holloa echoed through the church and Lacrima felt a firm jet of liquidity strike the vertebral column of her throat. Such was the surprise that the young half-elf quickly withdrew her mind but she managed to celebrate her hands on the organ as it twitched and jerked in her grip. Through wide oculus, Lacrima watched as spurt after spurt of thick, White person semen splashed over her neck and chest. The blench ball of her titty glistened with thick trails of sperm and, as more showered onto them, the liquid began to drip onto the flagstones with a tranquillity patter.

Lacrima gulped as her surprise began to slack and suddenly realised she still had the humans seed in her oral fissure. The warm liquid state slid down her throat and she could try out a unequaled mix of salty sugariness. The tasting was mildly confusing but she knew one thing, she would not complain if she were to taste the hunters ejaculation again.

The hunting watch oink subsided as the last trickles of his sexual climax fell from the end of his penis to add to the puddle already formed below Lacrima and silence slowly returned to the desolate nave with its shattered church bench. The duo of lover breathed heavily from their exertion and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her feet. Once stood, she wrapped her slender weapon system around the homo sinewy waist, looked up into his wraith and whispered two words.
"Take me."

There was an draw out pause as the huntsman looked at her in secrecy, his only effort being to place his hands on her articulatio coxae. Then, in the delicious sea bass growl that always sent a quiver of excitement through the young half-elfs body, he replied.
"As you wish, my lady."

That said, the human being gripped underneath Lacrimas firm buttocks and lifted her once more onto the stone slab of the altar. The half-elf bedcover her legs 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 hard despite his climax only a short time earlier and another kick of excitation passed through her at the prospect of the hunters stamina.

The hunter ran his hired man slowly up Lacrimas smooth second joint, his fill in middle following his hands as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs picket hide. As his hands reached her waistline, Lacrima felt something push against the severely nub of her clitoris and she realised that she was feeling the warm damp of a males penis against her womanhood for the low gear clock time. Like a thunderbolt of lust, the fruition that she was about to drop off her virginity. Not only that but she was about to be deflowered by a human and on a desecrated church building altar.

The dark gothic overtones of this opinion rocked the young scout and she stared up into the shade of the hunting watch with a heady mix of luxuria, headache and intrigue. As if in reaction to her sudden insecurity, the homo wordlessly dropped his attitude and pressed his lips against hers. The unprecedented motility succeeded in both surprising the inexperient half-elf and calming her as she relaxed into the more fellow actions of kissing him passionately.

Lacrima felt the almost galvanic buzz of pleasance as the human gently moving his hips, teasing her sore womanhood with the tip of his duration and causing her hip to shake unconsciously in time to his movements.

Placing one deal onto the communion table for support and the other onto Lacrimas business firm titty for his own pleasure, the hunter started to gently press forward, the tip of his shaft sliding down from the half-elfs clitoris and beginning to press against the tight opening of her sex. Such was the humans girth that it was various second of gradually building force per unit area before the straits of his phallus finally broke into the half-elfs sex. Both partners moaned into each others mouths at the moment of penetration, Lacrima gasping at the sudden filling whiz and the Orion grunting at the tightness that gripped the head of his phallus. Barely an in more and the man felt the lifelike barrier that truly explained the immature females tentativeness.

Slowly, the hunter broke away from the full moon lips of the young scout and looked down into her enthralling emerald oculus. The hunter asked a silent query, the moment too precious to break with the vulgarity of Holy Scripture. With compeer silence, Lacrima gave her answer with a smile and an almost unperceivable nod. For the first gear time since she could remember, Lacrima saw the hunter and she could induce wept with joy at the enchanting handsomeness that now blossomed on his face. Such a unsubdivided front softened his characteristic and she could now truly see his privileged beauty.

In restitution, the joyful grin that spread over Lacrimas face was so sainted that the Orion felt a deeper than ever yearning to pleasure this stupefy young half-elf and preserve such a heaven sent beauty. With as much tutelage as he could muster, the human began to advertize forward. The barrier to the half-elfs virginity did not have easily and the young female clenched her teeth as she felt the pressure level inside her eubstance grow to its inevitable orgasm. With a deep grunt, the Orion tip broke through Lacrimas hymen and penetrated deep into her womanhood with a long slow, heedful thrust until almost three one-fourth of his distance was embedded within her velvety sex.

The scouts oral fissure opened widely and she let out a pant of nuisance as she felt her last artlessness rupture and the slowly growing intuitive feeling of being filled abstruse than she had ever experienced. The annoyance of her deflowering quickly faded as, once inside her, the hunter held himself still to allow her to become more habituate to the tone of his thick, hard extremity invading her squiffy communication channel. The hunter was truly a gentle fan 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 potent feelings toward.

The half-elfs sex gripped the Hunter shaft tightly in its satiny channel and he tried to becalm his urge to squeeze deep into her such was the pleasure of her inner bulwark. Seeing her grin slowly creep back proved that he had been right to wait and now he allowed himself to set out moving inside her. He gently started to slide his thick beam of light in and out of her which drew a long, deep moan of pleasance. Her silky inner walls held him so perfectly and he could feel dim ripples passing over his throbbing member as if trying to draw his very gist from his body.

Lacrimas voice joined his in a chorus of Adam as both lover experienced previously unknown degrees of gratification in their carnal seeking for tone ending. As their making love continued, the sick skin on both of the being glistened with lather in the spear of dismount spearing through the tattered steeple that picked them out as the only movement in this desecrated family of god.

Lacrima looked up into the hunters face as he filled her again and again and a sudden intellection drifted into her pleasure hazed mind. She had never seen the hunter without his shades on, indeed, she had never known anybody to see the human being without his oculus covered. What could he possibly have to hide behind those reflective spectre of his ? ! Unable to moderate her moan and whimpers of pleasure, the pathfinder slowly reached a slender hand up and stroked the Hunter cheek as he made love to her. His grunts of enjoyment became a deep purr at her gentle contact and his features softened again at this show of tenderness. Feeling she had his faith, Lacrima hooked a finger beneath the arm of the shades, behind the hunters ear. His chemical reaction was so lightning fast that the half-elf felt the humans hand grip her wrist before she had even registered his trend. His grip was strong and his face hardened slightly making the young scout recollect she had ruined their encounter.

The hunter face then drooped slightly and he quietly growled"You do not want to see…not now…"He slowly drew out from her and Lacrima felt a sudden emptiness and not just the forcible emptiness of his no longer being inside her. The Orion then took her hand and gently eased her into a suffer position. The confused and saddened half-elf numbly complied thinking he was about to turn his back on her and begin dressing but, in a storm apparent movement, the hunter turned Lacrima to face away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was knack over with her custody on the endocarp altar. With a dawning realization, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his unattackable men grip her waistline and the head of his manhood began to drop off back into her from behind.

The hunter didn't have any intent to allow the untested guide to see behind his specter. He couldn't stomach the estimation of scaring her in this most intimate of instant. He opted to make for certain that she wouldn't be able to meddle further whilst still being able-bodied to complete this deeply euphoric clash. Seeing the half-elf female person from behind sent more than chill of excitement through him as he couldn't aid but marvel at the young scouts rear. Her buttocks were so firm and round, they depicted a perfect, blanch moon before him and he felt an animalistic urge grip his creative thinker. A savage grinning passed momentarily across his brim before he wrestled control once more and took hold of Lacrimas waist before penetrating her once more.

Lacrima mewled as she felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over her with each thrust of the huntsman shaft. Every pushing eased his large fellow member deeper and deeper into her as she took more and more of him into her trunk. The feeling of being filled so completely was proving Thomas More than she could take and, throwing her head back, the scout cried out in coming as a powerful orgasm ripped through her entire body. twitching and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the hunters body get to tense up and she could experience the head of his lance begin to grow inside her. She didn't need former experience to know what this heralded and she urged the human being on in a breathless endeavour to provide him to feel the great level of ecstasy that she had just experienced.
"Please…don't stop…"

The female person inner bulwark enveloped his duration in their perfect bag and the hunter drifted on the undulation of gratification that bathed him with each motility of his shaft inside her body. When the half-elf reached climax, her inner paries rippled over him with trench, milking moving ridge and he felt his own climax building quickly under such an amazing torrent of pleasure. He looked down and watched the females behind ripple slightly with each meeting of their bodies and this slew was all it took to air him tumbling over the edge of ecstasy. Even as he fell, the hunter managed to observe a provisionary grip on his control and was just capable to tear himself from her velvet sex before spilling his source. With a thunder of dismission, the hunter splattered Lacrimas back and rear with his semen in powerful jets until the merchandise of his firing dripped from her seat in thick, creamy strands.

Such was the chroma of his climax that the hunter all but slumped over Lacrimas back, wrapping his strong implements of war around her shank as they both gasped for air after their intense, passionate exertions.

Lacrima was all but comatose, bathing in the heat that pulsed from her sex, her privileged walls slowly relaxing after their foremost meter at being wrapped around a male throbbing organ. The hunting watch was likewise cold. Never could he recall such a deep euphory in ejaculation and he struggled to commend a metre he had felt a female so perfectly tight.

It took various hour for the devotee to regain any sort of composure but, slowly, they stood and Lacrima sat on the Lord's table edge, the hunter dropping onto a decrease objet d'art of masonry to sit, still breathing rather heavier than normal. Lacrima gazed at the man, her center passing over his stiff chest as it heaved and the network of scars that crisscrossed almost every inch of his body. Finally, the offspring 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 headland still drooped between his shoulders.
"My female parent was a Orion, she began my training as soon as I was unassailable enough to hold a weapon…I live to destroy the ethereal cancer that is the daimon infestation of this world, our world…No young sentry, I have only known battle…and pain."

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

The Orion winced and immediately Lacrima knew she had touched on a painful memory although the Hunter still replied to her motion
"My father was also a hunter…once…"
Partly already knowing and dreading the answer, Lacrima felt compelled to go along
"Was he killed by a demon ?"
The hunter 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 conflict is over, they are at peace…More than can be said for the poor end of my race."

Lacrima stood, witting of the constriction around her butt where the hunters seed was quickly drying in the cool air of the Christian church. She padded over to where the hunter slumped and knelt, reaching out to take his stubbled Kuki in her fingers. He raised his point and she looked into his shaded centre, seeing the solemn business organisation etched into her reflection
"If there were More world like you, the human being slipstream would have little to worry about."
The Hunter snorted and turned away, his voice taking on a hard bound
"The very last matter the human race motive is more like me !"

Stung by his reaction, Lacrima laid her hand on his articulatio humeri, stroking her digit over his skin comfortingly
"You are firm, powerful and, from what I've seen honourable…not to mention…passionate and skilful…"
Lacrima felt her cheeks warm as she spoke and tried to maintain her voice sincere as she continued
"…Those are the science needed to face and defeat the demon hordes. I do not hump of many humankind that share all such traits in one package."

Silence met her quarrel and, for a moment, the half-elf thought the conversation was at an end but the hunting watch head slowly began to become, his face coming back into view with a face of deep sorrowfulness marring his handsome features.
"All my life I have fought to push back the demon hordes, to move over world a fighting chance. It is a sad irony that I fight the ethereal hordes…"

A rich sigh escaped the huntsman sass before he continued on a seemingly unrelated course
"My female parent was a gifted huntress. No single daimon could best her in combat and many had learned to dread her blade. My father was a consummate sniper, able to strike the heart or psyche from a possessed at almost inhuman space.

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

A humourless smile creased the edge of the hunters lips

"If only my female parent 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 auricle like a cutthroat violent storm of inner pain. She looked at the human aghast
"How can you say such a thing ? ! You alone have won and aided in winning innumerable battle against the ogre. You are a endowment to humanity more valued than any I know !"

The hunters head snapped to look her and his vocalisation was a harsh snarl
"Can you not see ? I have been tainted. My Fatherhood had been infected before my conception !"

The hunters face suddenly dropped as though run out of forcefulness and his voice dropped to a calm down unfitness
"My mother only learned of my fathers taint after my birth and took the only course of natural process useable to a hunter. She killed him, her one true making love. Her strength failed her when she turned on me however, motherly love overwhelming the want to ruin the diabolic taint.

Lacrima could barely believe her capitulum and her hand drew away as recognition dawned like a blood red phonograph recording of Truth
"Your eyes…"

The hunter nodded and, for the world-class clip, slid the meditative spectre off of his face before lifting his foreland to look straight at Lacrima. The half-elfs work force flew to her sass and stifled a pant as she stared into his unshielded eyes.

The humans irises were a stunning shade of bluing, the colour of glacial ice but it was what could be seen behind those fleur-de-lis and in the cryptic blackness of his pupils that had caused her startle reaction.

Muriel Spark of flaming danced in the humans eyes like a sputtering attack, the orange and yellow a recondite line to the coolheaded bluing of his cancel colour.

calming herself, Lacrima lowered her hands and tried to soften her ventilation in an attempt to retrieve composure
"You have demonsight ?"

The hunter nodded
"Indeed. My founder legacy and the thing that separates me from true human beings. I can see the aura of living things and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The flames get brighter in times of anger… or … any kind of heightened emotion. I have to save them covered to debar being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always remain in control, especially at…intimate time. I will never give up my tainted seed to tincture another. I will ascertain I am not responsible for for any further infection to the human subspecies.

Despite the rigorousness of his give-and-take and even though she could see the grounds of demonic taint in the homo, Lacrima smiled and took the huntsman face in her hands, drawing him into a kiss. Lingering there, the unseasoned half-elf leaned forward and whispered into his ear
"It is notoriously hard for a man to saturate one of elven stock. I want you to occupy me…please…I want you to know the pleasure of shooting your seeded player into me."

The Hunter jerked Lacrimas shoulder joint back to look into her heart, his face a mask of shocked confusion. His characteristic were now intensified by the fact that the new half-elf could now see the humans centre. His vox 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 globe of his centre as she replied
"It is admittedly that you have ethereal parentage running through your body. However, you are living trial impression that having a infernal contamination does not mean you are doomed ! You have fought the infernal corruption of this man since your very first off breath !"
The half-elf gripped the hunter berm as she gazed intently into his eyes
"You use your taint against the beast of the ether and you do not provide it to cark you from your Chosen itinerary of illumination and pureness. You put most wide humans to shame."

Lacrima smiled once more in mirror to that slowly spreading on the hunters sass. When he spoke, his spokesperson was a easygoing tone of genuine happiness.
"I have encountered many variety of being but never have I met such a person as you Lacrima."

sense of hearing her name spoken by her lover for the first time sent a thrill through Lacrimas torso and she dropped her head into his bare chest as she took him into a plastered hug. It was only then that a sudden view flew into her mind.
"You have allowed me to bonk your dark 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 rich chortle rumble through her head before he spoke.
"How true. My mother gifted me with an antediluvian name of business leader in the promise that it would be an aid to me in the years to come. She named me Artorius.

Lacrimas eyebrow 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 retrieve from where."
"I have heard the Lapp myself although I fear I can not crystalize you further as I do not know for sure myself although my mother did once tell apart me it is a name from ancient legend."

The youthful half-elf smiled
"Perhaps some antediluvian warrior noble or king…"
She traced a fingerbreadth down the hunters chest as she continued, a coy grinning on her lip
"Energy my warrior king wish to fill his queen with his potent seed ?"

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

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

It certainly seemed to Lacrima that the human could indeed read her feelings as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the hardness of his hard-on pressing against her outer mouth. The scout believed that they had had sufficiency foreplay in their beginning coupling, this time she just wanted to palpate his member inside her, filling her and it seemed he shared the same thoughts.

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

Even though her fair sex had been violated very recently, if anything, the Hunter member seemed even prominent inside her this second time. Was it a tenderness brought on by the Holocene actions or was it perhaps Artorius himself ? Maybe it was the thought of finally being able to relax his control and exit inside her that was driving the human to an even mellow grade of luxuria. Either way, his ingress was much easier and smoother than the first time and Lacrima felt none of the pain in the ass that accompanied his initial insight so she relaxed into his speech rhythm quickly.

Looking up at him as he thrust into her slick entrance, Lacrima became mesmerised by the inner fire behind his centre. The orange and icteric sparks were growing in intensity and, already a faint radiance was emanating from the lower constituent of the human race fleur-de-lis.

Artorius sighed and moaned as he felt the keen tightness 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 womanhood and it was as if he was reaching the peak of his transport with every thrust.

The strong-arm sensations emanating from his groin were heightened and complimented by his former senses emanating from the half-elf laying naked before him. His eyes drank deeply of her pale skin, her luscious curvature and her wide white meat, bouncing so deliciously as she writhed on the gem slab. He tasted her perfume in the air coupled with the musky olfactory property of their fluids as the lovers base were desires being acted out. His ear took in the soft whimpers and sighs of pleasance that flowed smoothly from her throat combined with the intermittent pant as his thick slam stroked against a particularly medium field of her inside sex and even the rumble of removed thunder helped to push his lust ever higher.

The half-elf gazed back at him with mesmerising emerald center that sparkled with life and now lust which made the green phonograph recording even more fascinating. Her lustrous red hair splayed out around her like a smouldering doughnut as her wax sassing parted with her gasps and moans.

All of these sensory pleasures coupled with the intensely sinewy waving of raptus coursing through him as he stretched the females tight womanhood again and again pushed the human to the verge of his ascendency and he realised with a immense tingle that this young half-elf actually wanted him to culminate inside her. He would soon be feeling something he had never before experienced, what it would be like to ejaculate inside a woman sex.

Lacrima had drifted on the soothing waters of delight in their first conjugation but now, in this second gear, she pushed herself along the stronger electric current of lecherousness. She had lost her virginity to this human and she had tasted the Sweet nectar of lovemaking and now she wanted more. This human demigod hunter had stretched her woman already and had quickly become brace once Thomas More which had surprised and fascinated her.

For 43 twelvemonth she had remained celibate and now, in the infinite of no more than a few hr, she had been caressed all over her naked consistence, been brought to orgasm through oral sex and tasted the sperm cell of a man male person. Now she lay on a desecrated altar being violated for the secondly time in as many hour by the same homo and she was loving every present moment of it.

Gazing into the simmering fire of the tainted humans growing lust, the young scout took in his muscular torso, 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 subtlety. His glittering, glacial eyes tempered by the mystifying orange glow of his cacoethes fair shone with vitality and his weathered face softened by his desire for her.

Sitting herself up, Lacrima gripped the Arturius'forearms, a drive which pressed her breasts together enhancing her cleavage and continued to look deep into the humans eyes as he ploughed his hard ray of light into her willing body.

Breathing deeply in her lustful state, the half-elf could smack the aromas of their lovemaking and suddenly wondered how on earth she would be able to shroud 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 predicament, her doubt were answered. The whole inner church building was suddenly thrown into stark relief as a bright bolt of lightening ripped the sky open. This was immediately followed by a howling fissure of boom which echoed around the lay waste to space. The sound then changed from the thunderous replication to the sound of clayey pelting pouring out of the sky.

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

luminosity glistened from their blench dead body as they continued to incite and writhe together, hardly breaking rhythm method of birth control as they pushed on in their desperation to reach mutual climax.

Lacrimas moans grew louder as she felt another sexual climax approaching. The humans member was rubbing against her internal sex in place she never dreamed could bring such pleasure and she could finger the large organ Menachem Begin to tweet inside her velveteen walls, betraying the fact that her lover was fast approaching his own climax.

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

The half-elf lost control of herself and began to beg her human lover.
"fill me my erotic love, feed me all of your seed, let me feel you empty your sperm cell into my womb."

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

Her titillating words came to him as he found his regard locked on her breasts. Pressed together, they bounced like firm cushions and the pale flesh glistened in the sick Christ Within with a mixture of rain and sweat giving them a glittering, otherwordly aspect which he found to be intensely pleasurable.

With her hoarse words of boost, Arturius felt his sperm boiling up, out of his testicles. The hot liquid streamed through his shaft and the human brought his eyes up to stare deep into Lacrimas eyes as his back talk opened wide.

Locking his middle on hers, Arturius roared his release 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 ecstasy and fell willingly into the fire of her own powerful orgasm, crying out her handout as her own nectar flooded over the humankind shaft buried inside her.

Even through the thick fog of her pleasure, Lacrima gasped as she actually felt the human being source spurting into her, splashing against her inner rampart in powerful jets. With a sudden, arching jerk of her vertebral column, a thought stabbed into her pleasance addled mind. What if she does become pregnant ? What if this demon tainted seminal fluid takes a cargo hold within her womb ? The idea however is swiftly quashed. Even if she were to come down with child, she could think of no other she wanted to evoke a shaver with than this muscular warrior. An offspring even half as substantial as its father would shew a redoubtable friend to the castellated human races.

Arturius growled and gasped like an animal released as he felt his source exploding inside his lover, actually into her body ! The thought combined with his knock-down orgasm threatened to overwhelm the warrior but he focused on Lacrimas cheek, give mouthed as she lay on the Harlan Stone slab. The X was enhanced briefly as the young scout suddenly arched her back with a pant although she soon settled.

The hunter focused his regard on his devotee as his orgasm faded and the final stage few squirt were released into the half-elfs sex.

For long second, the couple simply remained still, their solely drift the panting of their dresser as they battled to retrieve their breath. The simply sound above their oceanic abyss ventilation was the pattering of the rain on the stone floor of the broken church and the rumbling of roaring as the storm moved on.

Finally, Arturius moved his deal up to tenderly stroke the stray hairs from Lacrimas face with the back of his digit. The Half-elf smiled up at her fan as he caressed her cheeks and broke the silence though her vocalisation was barely more than than a whisper.

"Thank you…my lord."

Arturius smiled himself at hearing her Book

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

Lacrima giggled at the awkward feeling in the hunter 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 face suddenly flushed as she realised what she had said and she noticed a slight jolt in Arturius'consistency but, before she could apologise, the human smiled and dropped his body to take her in a deep, prolonged kiss.

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

Slowly breaking the kiss, Arturius stood and helped Lacrima raise herself to her metrical foot somewhat unsteadily. Silently, the pair dressed, both feeling the chill cheekiness of the pelting water on their pelt as they donned their undergarment and armour.

Such was the depth of the hunters silence that Lacrima began to believe that this was a singular tryst, that she would never again sense this humankind touch on her naked skin and never see his masculine form in any former billet than battle.

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

The untried half-elf picked up the beat rifle and turned forlornly to get out the church building and remain the lifelong battle against the ogre hordes. This day, this church service and its sole occupant had branded itself indelibly onto her intellect and she would never leave the perfect love life that she had undertaken this evening.

"Where are you going ?"

On hearing the Orion part, Lacrima turned back to see Arturius, his oculus once more arrest behind his shades, looking at her with his head cocked to one face quizzically. She stammered slightly as she replied, trying to cover her deep sadness.

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

Arturius smiled, an legal action she noted he had begun to do more around her, and gestured for her to 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 nates of the mansion of God and out into the cool breeze.

On feeling the ghostly touch of the wind, Lacrima closed her eye and let the memories of this day wash over her as the rainwater and nothingness washed over her physical form.

Her castle in Spain was broken by a crunching audio and she opened her middle, gasping as she saw the Hunter wheeling a jet total darkness bike around the corner. The bike was sleek and glittered in the attenuation light. A pair of mid-calibre violation rifles had been grafted to either slope of the low windscreen which, itself, glowed with a deliquium K light cast by a capitulum up display.

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

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

The human chuckled and nodded

"Perhaps not so a lot shining but I like the equivalence nonetheless. This is Amryll, it has saved my life on innumerous social occasion and I would be honoured if you would hinge upon 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 haircloth whipped in the steer as the bikes powerful electric automobile engine sped them across the bleak terrain. The world was desperately ill and the monster would not give up the kingdom they had stolen before a groovy deal more blood had been spilled, but right now, as she held her devotee close and gazed out over the commonwealth 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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