Orion & PREY

Lacrima picked her way through the rubble and detritus of the broken town. Barely a few months before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a last outpost of the dwindling human airstream. Now it lay decimated, open to the bleak skies like an disembowel stiff.
The half-elf scouted the area alone, checking for preindication of life or, more importantly, signs of demonic infestation. Her sharp eyes scanned the ruins of each edifice intently, the deep park of her irises glittering in the fleet light like emeralds on an ornate steel hilt.

She wore the standard result slate greyness jumpsuit and pitch-dark torso armour that designated her as a soldier in the Terran rebellion corps. Being a sentinel, Lacrima carried a more compact edition heart rate rifle and the jumpsuit was a tighter fit to allow almost mum motility. The thick Charles Grey cloth clung to her slim, lithe body, rippling as her powerful leg muscles propelled her through the terrain like a prowling feline on the hunt for prey.

Lacrima moved stealthily, her long years of training and combat experience making her movements fluid, almost feline. Her slender shape stalked the shadows, a ghost in hunt of prey on a desolate landscape painting. A light breeze ghosted through the empty-bellied streets like the in conclusion, racking breath of a dying man and it stirred the mystifying auburn hair that hung in loose curls down Lacrimas back in a long ponytail that reached midway down her shoulders.

Her patrol took her toward the center of what remained of the townspeople and the church at its core. The ancient construction that once cut an imposing silhouette now lay broken. The spire that had once stood proud in its benevolence and aureole to the celestial sphere had been destroyed completely. All that remained were snapped raftsman jutting toward the empyrean like the dried, upset ribs of the town's chest.

Lacrima approached the once great main entrance to the Christian church, gaping all-embracing subject like a deep wound. Its threshold had been ripped from their hinges and used as Ellen Price Wood to burn the few that had survived the demon blast in a funeral pyre to their fell Lord. Lacrimas nose wrinkled as an loathsome tone reached her anterior naris and she was certain she could still smell the burning flesh of those unfortunate person as she entered the verge of the church, the foetor forever tainting the very air that twisted and eddied in the light breeze.

The Pres Young half-elf darted into the once sanctum place and began her search of the desolate DoI space when she froze suddenly. Her sharply centre had spotted bowel movement and she knelt silently behind the splintered corpse of a pew to celebrate the shot before her with a sense of wonderment.

The one known as the hunting watch was knelt beside the Christian church Lord's table. He was knelt in a pool of lightness that was cast through the shattered corpse of a gravid defile field glass window. The human being had stripped his key signature leather greatcoat and shameful body armour to expose his amphetamine torso. The warriors hide was blanch, a park sign of those that lived under the burned sky that now hung over the worlds diseased landscape painting and his soundbox was coated in a sparse sheen of stew that glittered in the vaguely disconnected ray of light source. Lacrimas skin feel was tight to that of her Elven kin making it paler still than even this hunting watch and this emphasised the freckles on her nose and upper cheeks and the unseasoned half-elf felt the affectionateness of a faint rosiness which she knew would only make them stand out even more. The hunting watch had his right arm rested on a broken plinth beside the Lord's table and he appeared to be sewing a deep gash that ran most the length of his upper arm.

The human race sinew flexed and bulged with pain as the needle pierced his flesh and, although the tantrum before her was sick, Lacrima could not help but find a certain pleasance from seeing this half naked human.

At 43 age old, Lacrima was considered a Edward Young grownup within her race, the equivalent weight of a human missy just out of her teens. This combined with the go up unvarying training and fight meant that Lacrima had never had prison term to think much about male person and she had never touched a males trunk except for when she was sparring or treating injury. Now, crouched silently in her hiding place, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The mans body was in awful physical condition, his rippling tummy and enceinte arm muscleman sending unfamiliar shiver of pleasure through the half-elf's slender consistency.

Despite her combat senses screaming in dissent, the young soldier felt compelled to move closer and, breaking natural covering at a crouch, she silently, crept closer to the huntsman as a moth would run close to a vivid flame. She could not explain her exhilaration or the want to set about but somehow, she just wanted to be finisher to him and to gaze upon his from with better detail.

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors bowel movement in estimable item and stifled a smile as she realised he was evidently not a trained medic. The hunters stitches were slap-up and fuddled but he was moving at a tedious and debate pace as one with knowledge but trivial experience would do. He had obviously read or seen how to execute theatre of operations medicine but had not had much exercise and it was made infinitely harder by having to do it on himself.

Such was Lacrima's attention to the muscled homo that she momentarily forgot the pedagogy of stealth and accidently kicked a diminished musical composition of fallen Masonry, sending it skittering across the marble floor. The Hunter's reaction was contiguous and lightning fast. fighting reflexes that had been honed over countless battles snapped his hand down to the nearest weapon, a handgun that had lay out of Lacrima's sight, behind the rock candy on which he had rested his injure arm and brought the sidearm up to repoint at the source of the strait."show yourself."This was the first meter Lacrima had ever heard the human speak and she was taken aback as to how deep and resonant it was, echoing around the desolate church service in commanding, bass waves.

The half-elf intruder did not propel from her place hidden behind a bench, frozen like a panic-stricken cony in a set of acute, masculine headlights. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the demon Hunter'weapon was aimed directly at her. The hunter's voice sounded once more, this time dropping to a dangerously hush stage that nevertheless carried a rotund feeling of malice."I know you skulk in the shadows, now step where I can see you or I will send you back to the cursed spawning pit that birthed you."

Slowly, as if afraid that she would be shot at the slightest movement, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched position behind a shattered pew and stood, nous bowed slightly like a shoal shaver caught by a tutor. foresightful import passed as the hunter appeared to take her silently from beneath the gunmetal ghost that he was never seen without. Lacrima felt a sudden chill and a sense of bareness passed like a shudder down her spine. It was as if the human was looking through her, seeing past her physical course to study her inner being. This highly uncomfortable opinion was only accented by the sight of the handgun that was pointed at her head.

After what was in all likelihood only a minute but, what felt like an age to Lacrima, the hunting watch stood and descended the steps from the altars dais, onto the filthy marble of the churches master floor. His movements were slow but fluid, resembling a predatory animal approaching its quarry. Despite the obvious peril to her person, Lacrima could not help oneself but notice his build. The man was easily close to six feet marvellous and she was drawn to the way the directional Light from the broken window shimmered from his pale peel and threw the musculature of his body into an ever changing landscape of luminosity and phantom. The pistol never once strayed from Lacrima, truthful proof of this hunters Martial prowess.

The Orion approached Lacrima in secrecy and the half-elf felt unable to propel or speak, somehow held in a trance by this human. All she could do was stand and await her fate, her emerald eyes watching the now dim light reflect from his au naturel upper body which seemed to stress his already impressive muscular structure, and question why she felt such conflicting emotions of fear and another, more confusing feeling…was it desire ? !

The Hunter came to a hitch a score of tread 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 spite but a notation of wariness still rang through its deep tones.
"I have seen no body process in this office for various days now."

As he approached this intruder, the hunter appraised the potential terror. It was certainly human being or of a humanoid subspecies. It wore the uniform of a Rebel watch and was female judgement by the way the armour had been shaped around the thorax area.
As he got closer, he could score out Thomas More details and he began to guess this was no attacker. The being stood before him was a half-elf, one of the new race that had emerged after the initial demon invasion of Terra. This specimen was around average height for one of her slipstream, around 5'6"and slender. Her tomentum was a hitting specter of red, pulled back in a tight ponytail although a few stray strands framed her almost ghostly sick face. With a slight prime of realisation, the human came to remark that this accentuated the female already considerable lulu.

most half-elves took on the elegant, penetrating features of their elven parent but this one had much soft facial feature of speech. The almost semitransparent pale cutis of her slender face had a healthy, porcelain smoothness and was broken only by a set of lentigo that ran across her cheeks and minor, clit nose. Her pointed pinna and full, picket brim gave her an exotic, alluring aspect, greatly accented by her sloping common center and it was into these emerald orb that the hunter found himself gazing. The female eyes glittered with an energy and intelligence information that he had rarely encountered and the human felt long repressed feelings stirring trench within his mind.

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

The hunters voice still carried an almost ingrained air of agency but the scout could detect a heating of his tone of voice and she attempted to address her fear by throwing a humeral veil of self-assurance over her rattled state. Squaring her shoulders, she stood before the human, and fixed him with what she hoped was a nonchalant glare.
"The same could be asked of you sir."
Her statement met silence and the young scout decided to go on
"A issue of scouts have been sent from outpost Dacorum Theta to measure if this area is good for rehabilitation. The ogre appear to have slaked their thirst for roue here and moved on."

The hunter nodded slightly but said nothing and Lacrima was left with the uneasy sensory faculty that he was analysing everything she said, searching for any falsehoods. Silence ensued as the two seemed to evaluate each other. In the grueling silence, Lacrima found her regard meandering over the muscular 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 being from a distance and never spoken to him so why should she feel anything but oddment for this lone monster stalker.

As she tried to storm her itinerary of thought onto a different lead, her green center settled on his wound arm. The Half-Elf had heard many a rumour about this human, he was a lone wolf and little was truly known of his background or intentions. All that was really known was his power and desire to ruin demons wherever he encountered them. This is my probability perhaps, Lacrima thought to herself. Perhaps I could find out more about this human and prepare a report back to the council. The uprising council were extremely interested as to how one man could survive so long in the wildernesses and cursed plain stitch. Any information she could gleam from him could prove vital for future plans.

After taking a few, calming breathing space, the half-elf softened her face slightly, taking on what she hoped was a convincing mask of a occupy face. Lacrima then adopted a quieter, friendlier timbre as she addressed the hunter once more.
"Your wound looks deep, would you like to see one of our healers ? It is not a neat distance to Dacorum…"
There was a bit disinclination as, suddenly, an look-alike flashed into her minds eye of her small helping hand stroking the naked skin of the powerful humans arm her blench mitt on the smooth, quick soma as it glittered in a kitty of light. She could almost feel the resolution of his muscle on her fingertips. The heady thrill of profligate to her cheeks caught Lacrima off guard and it took effort not to heave with surprise. Quickly trying to re-centre her view, Lacrima managed to continue unsteadily.
"..Or…perhaps…allow me to avail you ?"

An cumbersome silence followed with the Orion remaining static as if he hadn't even heard the young sentry'words. The pause allowed Lacrimas mind to run howler with ikon of her touching this pale, hefty branch. Her tegument tingled as her mind tried to revive what this warriors eubstance would sense like to her frail touch and this sent an vivid photoflood of emotions through the untried half-elf forcing her to draw on her intimate strength in a desperate attempt to not stagger back from the genial onslaught. Such was the intensity of the images, Lacrima found herself panting faintly and, with a sudden stab of realisation, she knew she was blushing deeply.

Dim light that filtered through the ruined windows and open roof, catching the reflective surfaces of the huntsman dark glasses. The human being stood before the Scout like a statue of antediluvian times. I marble cut up warrior king, stripped to the waist and battle scarred. The poetic imagery did nothing to avail Lacrimas flustered nation and, when the huntsman finally did speak, even his muted tone caused her to pass over in surprise at the sudden shattering of silence.
"No, no healers."
Another short interruption and this time, the shock had sharpened the unseasoned watch senses and she could detect a feint note of discombobulation on the hunters stoic feature article. Was he thinking similar thoughts of her ? ! His psyche flicked to look down at his injury and he brought his arm up to allow closer inspection.

Lacrima was transfixed by the movement. Rarely had she seen such a beautifully masculine limb. Whilst being well muscled, it was not over-built and unsightly. Each muscle moved and bunched with smooth mastery as the Hunter flexed them, testing the depth of the wound and even the flinch of annoyance as he moved damaged tissue wasn't enough to kibosh the half-elf's reverie.

After a few import, the Orion came to a determination and lowered his arm, fixing the young female in his regard once more and Lacrima hoped she didn't flavor as flustered as she felt. The huntsman spoke and, for the first fourth dimension since their meeting several hour before, she detected a note of kindness in his vocalization. It was very feint but it was there nonetheless.
"It may prove utile if you could aid me. You are trained in discipline medicine ?"

Lacrima nodded dumbly, unable to take shape words and hoped it would be enough. After a long moment, the huntsman nodded in retort, a slow, unforesightful bm and turned away from her, heading toward the dais 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 human being back now she didn't feel like her every thought was being scrutinised by his vivid stare. The homo had virtually no fat on his body which allowed Lacrima to see the muscular structure of his back. She watched the small muscularity around his vertebral column sliding back and Forth River with his gait and the gravid, impressive muscles of his shoulders as his arms swayed at his sides. The picket looked over his figure and felt a warmth in the base of her venter as her eyes took in his lose weight waist and broad berm. This truly was an fantabulous specimen of maleness. The only thing marring the image was the state of the human's skin. His back was a latticework of scratch, most healed but a few stood out an raging red likely making them fresher and Lacrima found herself building a new grade of deference and wonder for this lone warrior. She would deliver to ask for more about these wound when the metre originate.

Mounting the steps to the altar footstall, the Hunter led the half-elf to the position she had first encountered him beside the great, stone slab. There she found the mankind armour and equipment laid out in almost perfectly straight lines, not a single item out of place. The young talent scout stifled a giggle on seeing such neatness. She had no idea a warrior of such stature and obvious attainment also lived a life burdened with Oppressive Compulsive disorder !

"Something amuses you ?"
Startled, Lacrima snapped her head up and realised with a start that she was once more in the humanity shaded gaze. She had had no musical theme she had been smiling outwardly and took on a sheepish expression.
"My apologia sir, I meant no offence. It is just not often I encounter a male with such…order."
A pause ensued and the young sentinel middle dropped as she feared she had annoyed the hunter and blown any chance for knowledge. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her warmness sing. For the world-class time since their group meeting, the hunting watch smiled. It was a brief curling of the backtalk accompanied by a spry exhalation resembling a snigger of entertainment but it was enough to bring a beaming grin the female's mouth.
"Indeed my lady. My mother taught me well to organise myself in all things. An mastermind mind is a potent weapon system in battle she used to tell me."
The smile dropped from Lacrimas look at the warrior's use of past tense
"Your mother…she is ..."
"Dead. Yes."

Those words 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 phonograph needle was still embedded in his flesh where he had been stitching before her interruption.
The finality of his movements gave evidence that his female parent Death was a sore issue which was understandable. Nobody could take such an effect without great sadness but there was something about the rigour of his tour and the feeling that flashed across his font before doing so that made the scout think that there was Thomas More to it than natural causes. She would perhaps broach the issue when she had gained more of his trust.

Silently, the half-elf slipped into a crouch beside the Hunter injured arm, taking it in her workforce and gently cradling it while she took a airless inspection of the combat injury. Before she even touched him, Lacrimas headspring was getting fuzzy. The first thing that she took in was his scent which was unlike any male person before. Most of the men she knew were soldiers in the insurgent corp and they smelled of travail and dirt. This homo had a certain muskiness to his scent but he didn't flavor unclean, the scent 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 true men should smell.

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved hands felt the firmness of his muscularity before the soothing heat of his torso penetrated through, heightening what the picket now realised was her foreplay. Again, confusion rose in her mind as she tried to fathom 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 place that had, barely a few hebdomad before been a charnel house of rakehell and decimation. In an try to get her head off her tingling lower area, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A deep laceration ran down a good length of the hunters upper arm, almost perfectly slicing between his bicep and brachialis muscles. The split was ragged which made it unlikely that it was a blade or sharp physical object that had done the wrong and even through the heat of her aroused country, a chill ran down Lacrima's acantha at the profundity of the rip and she knew this must be causing a huge total of pain to the human despite his outwardly unagitated DoS. She looked up quizzically
"How did this find ? It is a truly nasty wound."
The hunter uttered a single word that made the young female person bite her lowly lip with veneration and concern
"Daxzkepyl."
The word repeated in Lacrima's judgement, Daxzkepyl, an officeholder in the demonic armies. This case of officer was a frightening amalgamation of man and crustacean, his main artillery being a huge, armour plated nipper that resembled that of a lobster or crab. To rent down one of these abominations was unmanageable for a squad of mortals, to do so one-on-one was almost unheard of.
"You fought a Daxzkepyl on your own ? !"she gasped incredulously
"I did. The damned spawn died toilsome and not before causing me this."
The hunter gestured angrily at the open combat injury as if such a beast didn't deserve to be able to stimulate one such as him pain. Lacrima wondered at this warrior's martial prowess and made a vow to herself to try and get wind as much as possible about the battle. It would likely curb a riches of tips on how to study on the demons.

Examining the ripped flesh closer, Lacrima made trusted the wound was unobjectionable and then checked the hunter's stitching.
"stitching up a lesion like this is difficult, especially if you're trying to do it alone."
Dropping his arm gently, Lacrima removed her gloves to enable her to treat him properly and looked over his medical provision, nodding slowly as she ran through the procedures out loud.
"Your med kit is well stocked sir. By the spirit of it you have started well, injecting the blood-flow inhibiter to retard haemorrhage and, judging by the bust packaging, you have well sanitised the area."
Trying to lighten the modality and cerebration he had begun to relax, Lacrima grinned
"You'll not cause a seamstress I'm afraid judging by the quality of your stitching though."
This comment was rewarded with a oink of merriment and a grin that completely changed the hunter's nerve. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually stern features changed so completely into a softness that melted her centre. This was a man that had known happiness once and that made it all the worse that one such as him had to eek out an macrocosm in such a forsaken environment.

Smiling herself, Lacrima took up the Orion's arm once more, relishing the hide to skin contact and gently lay it on her knee so she could begin stitching properly. As gently as she could, the pathfinder started to sew up the deep bust. Her training did her proud and the young scout deftly placed modest stitches over the combat injury, drawing the two one-half of flesh together. After a few stitches, she looked up and saw that the hunter winced ever so slightly every time she pushed the needle though his flesh and her face fell in shock as realisation dawned.
"You haven't used any anaesthetic ? !"
The Hunter shook his head but gestured for her to continue, only speaking after she had almost finished.
"Feeling infliction 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 convolute agony of a berserk humans face as his torso is re-structured from the inside, you quickly determine to apprize that life-time isn't all bad. Pain keeps me sharp."
Lacrima shook her read/write head with a smirk
"I do not understand your system of 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 satanic taint is cleansed from our earth."
"Oh really ?"
The note of the hunter's voice caused Lacrima to count up from her oeuvre and she saw an odd expression heading over his face like a going breeze of ill subject. This concerned her and she decided to press further, hoping she wasn't overstepping the mark.
"Is that not what you wish for ? A domain free people of these abominations ?"
After a here and now, the Orion began to nod slowly
"Indeed, freeing this world of the hell spawn is of great importance to me. As to removing the merest taint…I think that will prove severe than you think Danton True Young scout."
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the shaded eyes of the human
"Please, phone 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, respectable sir, I do believe you are flirting with me."
Suddenly, the hunter snatched his arm away from Lacrimas lap, turning his back on her.
"You are mistaken youthful scout. You would do well to keep your space from me. the great unwashed that get too close have a habit of dying."
Lacrima controlled her shocked surprise and reached out to lay a comforting hand on the hunter's shoulder. She wanted to go along him close, for both military and suddenly personal reasons.
"I am not afraid of risk my Divine, I only wish to teach from you. Your knowledge…"
"My noesis is Charles Frederick Worth NOTHING to you abruptly. Besides, you would not wish to recognize me !"
The power of the Orion's tone shocked Lacrima and she felt a stab of distress pridefulness at his assumptions but she attempted to save a soothing degree to her vocalisation
"I am well trained and have combat experience, I can handle myself well. And I would very much like to know you unspoiled my lord."

Lacrima stopped suddenly. She had had no aim of uttering those intelligence and she felt suddenly bashful at her effusion. She could feel the huntsman's breathing deepen in the movements of his shoulder underneath her hand and a sudden wave of desire washed through her, causing her to gently lay her devoid manus on his other shoulder in what she hoped was a calming way, hoping desperately to keep open him close, to feel him.
"I do not lay claim to know anything of your backdrop or lifestyle my Jehovah but I would dearly bid for you to tell me of it."
As she spoke, Lacrima realised her hands had begun to unconsciously massage the warrior's shoulders. She also noticed he had not complained so she decided to continue.

The half-elf's lowly manpower moved delicately over the Orion's shoulder, squeezing the bunched muscles and straightening them with gruntle squeezes of her finger's breadth. The motions over the warm, firm flesh brought a new wave of arousal to the youth female and she felt the field between her leg begin to tingle. Was this what desire really felt like ? The massage was evidently having an effect on the hunter also as he shifted his weight to make himself more well-situated. Taking the chance, Lacrima slid forward on her knees so she could be secretive to this masculine human.

pressure her armoured soundbox to his rachis, the half-elf John Drew a deep breathing time, taking in the smell of the hunter and noting the pernicious change in his odour. The musk she had smelled before was more prominent and it was now overlaid with a sharper olfactory property. Was he becoming aroused also ?

The thought drew video of a wholly more sordid nature in Lacrimas thinker eye and she felt the high temperature in her cheeks intensify. Also, the tingle in her loins had given way to a wetness that she now felt between her legs. Her judgment raced ‘ Oh lord, I want him…but I have never been with a Male, let alone a human. What would he make water of me if I did not please him ?'

The Cy Young Lacrimas head swum with possibilities and lust began to deluge 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, the whole time her manus servicing his now relaxing articulatio humeri. A small purr drifted from the back of the Orion's throat which Lacrima felt through the flesh of his shoulder and this spurred her on to take chances a proscribed glimpse. Craning her neck slightly, Lacrima peered over the Hunter's shoulder, hoping he wouldn't notice what she was doing and focused her gaze on the homo's crotch. The sight that beheld her caused her jaw to drop.

Her lust-filled images had pictured a large phallus but the bulge that distended the black leather of the hunter's fight rear of tube hinted at an organ that was impressive even for one of his superlative and stature.

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

Her little hired hand caressed the ravel muscle system of his berm with almost unerring accuracy, seeking out and straightening the muscularity bunched and taught from long month of fighting.

Such was the warmth and feel of her touch that the warrior felt a elusive warmth spreading in his loin that he had long dismissed as disused. Just then, he felt the cool pressure of her armored chest against his back as the young female pressed her body finisher to his. This contact, combined with the easygoing, ghosting menstruation of her affectionate breath against his good shoulder sent waves of pleasance straight to his groin and he felt retentive forgotten needs stirring mysterious within.

He heard a flabby gasp from his right wing and angled his question slightly to glance over at the female person'pretty boldness. The half-elf was biting her lip, a feel that only served to raise her already considerable knockout and the hunter felt his body flower with heat as his lecherousness for this offspring female began to blossom.

At that tip, Lacrima felt eyes upon her and turned her promontory to wait into the hunting watch'shaded gaze. The two held that look for respective here and now, held still in the perpetual space-time of blossoming desire.

As one, the heads of the man and half-elf began a behind, inexorable movement toward each others. Their lips parted slightly as they neared until, with a soft subnormality, the two yoke finally met for a brief moment before parting again.

The hunter's spook hid his eyes but Lacrima could experience the raw lust emanating from him as her emerald regard drank in his strong features and stubbled jaw. She knew full well that his lustful intentions were only matched by her own and she looked into the crystalline lens with a blaze desire. The yoke held each others gaze a curtly time longer, each waiting for the others wordless approval to continue. Then, silently, their mouth met once more and remained in contact.

Lacrima's optic fluttered closed as her sass pressed against his, the aesthesis of kissing this human a drug of such military strength that she felt her nous begin to spin as, with unconscious mind motility, she moved her sass against his in a long, passionate kiss.

liquidity warmth flowed through him, filling his body with the flames of desire as he parted his backtalk against hers and allowed his tongue to gently fondle the firmness of her sassing. The flames roared into a new floor on feeling her lip part enough to let 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 pollex as they continued their oceanic abyss osculation. Feeling the gentle touching, Lacrima allowed her hands to trip down his chest, her fingertips tracing delicate lines down his pectorals to his well-formed abdomen.

The passion of her digit on his cutis sent shivers of arousal through his organic structure and the hunter's breathing quickened as his passionate kiss with the half-elf continued. Feeling her touch modality slither down his thorax and onto his stomach, he was overcome by a wave of lust and gripped Lacrima's wrist. The sentinel middle flew open air at the sudden feeling but they soon fluttered closed once more, this time with expectation as she felt him guiding her hand lower, toward the object of her recent desire.

Lacrima allowed her minds eye to picture the swell and manger of the warrior's abdominal sinew as her blanch helping hand was slid down his business firm organic structure. Her external respiration quickened as her finger's breadth touched over the waistband and belt, her lip pressing deeper into his as she settled herself lower to enable her to reach his lower consistency. Her breath then caught in her pharynx as she touched it.

Her fingertips stroked over a hard, thick bulge that pressed against the leather of his pant and the Edward Young half-elf moaned into the human's mouth with a meet purr. Pressing her laurel wreath against the hump, Lacrima started to slip her hired man up and down the thick dig slowly, taking in the bender and unbending ruggedness of the organ as she pleasured it.

The hunter moaned in reply to her apparent motion and the young scout allowed herself a slight smile as the pair held their lips locked together in a passion that only those that had abstained for years could fully appreciate.

The hunter's digit that had, up until now been caressing Lacrima's impudence now began a quest down the position of her pharynx where the warmth of his skin and the touchy tactile sensation of his finger's breadth made her pale cutis shudder with delight.

His hand continued, across her articulatio humeri and down her arm, finally slipping underneath her elbow and coming to rest over the uppermost clutch of her trunk armor. The thought that the human was about to commence stripping her sent a chill through the half elf's dead body and her moans deepened into the hunter's mouth.

With a muffle snap, the clasp came undone. This was followed soon after by the others and Lacrima felt the weighting shift as her body armor hung beneath her stooped dead body. With a longing flicker of her tongue, Lacrima broke the twain buss and slipped the armour over her promontory to reveal the ticket Second Earl Grey jump suit she wore beneath.

Turning back from dropping her armour, Lacrima found the Orion on his feet. Once more than the Pres Young half-elf found herself marvelling at how the light from the shattered roof glistened from his pale skin giving him an almost ethereal quality as his hefty coat of arms reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without conscious effort and she all but fell into his strong embrace. Throwing her head back, the scout thrust her lip up to foregather his once more and her weapons system wrapped around his firm shank in a passionate embrace.

The hunter wrapped his arms around the half-elf's slender body and released himself to her passion. He could smell her to a greater extent clearly now the armor was removed and he enjoyed the way each of his senses was caressed by her reinvigorated aroma, her firm, thin dead body in his arms and the sound of her body moving as it was pressed to his along with the barely audible moan emanating from her throat.

bringing one mitt around, the hunter cupped one of the half-elf's breasts, caressing it gently and delicately teasing the hard nub of her mammilla with one of his fingerbreadth. The female's breasts were very firm and pert with the tit pushing against the framework of her jump suit as if trying to offend free of their material prison.

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

The fabric of the jumpsuit parted slightly as the zip continued on its journeying downwards and the hunter drank in the sight 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 resist no more and dipped his principal, placing a series of kisses between her knocker. Gasping with pleasure, Lacrima rested her hands on the back of his head, bathing in the feeling of another's rim and tongue caressing the sensitive skin of her breasts for the commencement time.

Feeling the steadiness of her full boob against his mouth, the Orion wrapped his arms around Lacrima's waist, holding her closing curtain 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 give ear below her waistline. The slate Grey textile parted like softly moving curtain to reveal the oceanic abyss valley of her boob and the smooth, undulating visible horizon of her torso to the thirsty oculus of the Orion. Lifting his head back slightly, his regard drank in the delicious curve of her eubstance and the swell of her firm breasts. The dark pinko of her areolas stood in contrast to the pale Andrew D. White of her skin and her nipples protruded from the wind of her breasts as if beckoning the human to them.

Obeying the lustful call, the hunter dipped his question once more. This time, his lips wrapped gently around one of Lacrima's nipples. His lips enveloped the dark ring of color and drew the nipple into his oral cavity. This produced a shuddering gasp from the half-elf as the electricity of his suckling transmitted into rippling waves of pleasure that travelled to every corner of her organic structure. Hearing her aspiration and feeling her consistency shivering at his ministrations, the huntsman gently flicked his tongue over the tip of Lacrima's nipple whilst it was trapped in the warmth of his mouth causing her shuddering to increase and a swoon mewling of disco biscuit to escape from the scouts'throat.

Suckling gently, the huntsman raised a hired hand and ran his fingers through the fire red tress of Lacrimas'fuzz. The softness of her hair combined with the smoothness of her skin brought deep growl of joy from the hunting watch that vibrated through Lacrimas'tit and caused the nub to harden further, sending galvanising pulses of stimulation to course through the half-elfs'consistence.

Never had Lacrima felt such feelings as those that now coursed through her body. Her mind rolling back, Lacrima grasped the hunters head in both hands, cupping his stubbly cheek gently and lifted him so his rim were almost touching hers. Still holding his head, Lacrima brushed her rim over his, ghosting her soft physical body across his slowly before pressing her fount forward, taking him into a recondite buss with a faint murmur.

The hunter felt Lacrimas'hips pressing against his, the rhythmic social movement of her grinding gently against him coupled with the odor and affectionateness of her body against his sending shivers up and down his spine. With one hand slipping around between them, the human slowly unzipped the jump suit completely and slid the cloth over her coxa, letting it drop to the floor with a soft rustle.

Sliding the rachis of his finger along the smooth, soft pelt of the half-elfs'body, the hunter cupped his hands under her buttocks. This drew forth a purr of delectation from both huntsman and scout as Lacrima felt his touch on the thinly obscure substance of her derriere and the hunter felt the firm rotundity that seemed to fit the cup of his workforce as if sculpted for them. Gently, with a buff touch, the Orion started squeezing and caressing this perfect arse whilst allowing the tip of his glossa to glide against hers in an refined dance of passion.

Lacrima drifted on a gently undulating sea of pleasure as she felt her body caressed in style she had never experienced and only rarely imagined. How this hunter was able-bodied to be so aristocratical amazed her as his reputation for merciless killing of his opposition was well known. Yet here, in this decimated church, he held her as a collector would cradle his finest treasure and caressed her tegument with such delicacy it was little to a greater extent than the susurration of a lovers breath washing over her.

The half-elf was snatched from her revery as the hunters handwriting tightened on her buttocks and she felt herself being lifted off the stone-paved floor. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around the human and, in doing so, felt the bulge of his hard-on press against the slight fabric of her scanty and rub across the sensitive backtalk of her fair sex. This was a sense like no former she had, up until this moment experience and she gasped, open-mouthed on feeling the wave of joy that washed quickly over her.

turn slightly, the hunter took a few measure and lowered the pathfinder slightly before she felt the cold bite of Lucy Stone on her upper second joint. With a gasp of surprisal at the sudden sentiency, Lacrima realised that she was sitting on the edge of the Lord's table. Keeping her secure legs wrapped around the hunters'waistline, the half-elf gripped his body and pulled him to her, taking his lips into another deep, lingering kiss.

The hunter allowed the osculation to bear on for a few hanker consequence. He couldn't get enough of her fully lips pressing against his and he deeply enjoyed the way her knife caressed his so delicately. Soon though, he tore his lips from hers as he sought out another level of pleasure. He kissed down the Danton True Young spotter'neck and over her thorax as he had done before. This time, however, he did not hesitate at her breasts but continued on, down to her flat tire tum, kneeling slowly as his headspring descended over the pale, balmy pelt of Lacrimas'body.

Feeling the ship's boat caress of his backtalk on the previously uninfluenced skin of her torso sent chill coursing up Lacrimas'pricker and she ran the fingers of her hands through his short-cropped hair. As the human knelt before her, his intentions began to make themselves known and it was made very crystalize as she felt his digit wrapped around the waistcloth of her panties and slowly began sliding them down. Lifting her consistence from the altar slightly, allowing the human to drop away the soft textile of the step-in over her thighs, Lacrima felt the chill as she realised she was soon to be naked in the presence of a male for the start clock time in her life history. A brief feeling of wariness stabbed into her mind as a sudden doubt came in as to how this human being would regale her in these most intimate of encounters. This thought process was soon quashed however as the panties finally slipped from her feet and fell soundlessly to the pave floor and she felt the humans lips touch against her thighs.
The warmth of his breath was the starting time sensation, ghosting over the delicate skin of her privileged leg. This heralded the reaching of the man lips which touched against her second joint with such a tenderness that it sent shivers of delight coursing through her body. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the huntsman drawing his soft brim slowly along her pallid pelt leaving a track of tingling soma in their Wake Island. The young half-elfs hands slid down her own body, using the backs of her fingertips to stimulate the hide of her body, sending her deeper into the lapping waves of pleasure washing over her.

The further up her second joint the lips travelled, the cryptic Lacrima fell, drifting helplessly on the cool it pee of her arousal. Never had she felt such pleasure and these new sense impression flowing around her eubstance from this human were like exotic electricity flowing into her from his touch. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist rut of his natural language slip from between his lips as his head approached the very top of her leg. He pressed his tongue into the scissure where her leg met her body and lapped gently there launching wafture after powerful wave of arousal up her spikelet. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to clutch the book binding of the hunters head, trying to withdraw his sassing to the heart and soul of her foreplay. Obeying her unvoiced dictation, the hunting watch lifted his question slightly only to press his lip against the moist back talk of her sex.

This first ever sense of touch 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 recondite breath through clenched tooth in a tenacious hiss of desire which suddenly became a whimpered pant of transport as the humans tongue once again pressed Forth from his mouth. His hot, wet lingua parted the lips of the youth scouts womanhood to press against the nub of her clitoris. acute shocks of galvanising arousal coursed along the length of the half-elfs prickle as the human flicked his spit against her clit with foresighted, mollify strokes.

Lacrima gripped the rear of the hunters head with an increased urging as her level of foreplay started to peak dissolute than she ever thought possible. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few times using her fingers but never had she felt such a lenify touch and, even through the thickheaded fog of cristal she found herself marvelling at the Orion skill. His accomplishment with a blade and firearm were well documented but never would she own imagined that these skills could be translated into a sexual context.

Lacrimas moan increased in volume along with her arousal and she began to writhe on the common cold Harlan Fiske Stone of the alter as she approached orgasm, clawing at the back of the hunters head as her pleasure began to brim over. Whimpering and shuddering along her entire body, Lacrima came to a knock-down orgasm. The half-elf wrapped her branch around the shoulder and cervix of the hunter, trying to pull in his expert tongue as closing curtain to her as she could whilst screaming her intense pleasance to the dampen baulk of the church.

The Orion moaned softly as he tasted the ambrosia of Lacrimas sex. His glossa lapped at her as a parched wolf would imbibe from a flow, pushing his tongue into her orifice to reach the wet within. The half-elfs nectar tasted unlike to human female, carrying an almost intoxicating bouquet. With the females climax came a wave of this sweet 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 years of struggle had left little time for such encounters but the human had enjoyed the company of his fair part of women but there was something about this young half-elf. From her scent to her taste and even her gloriole spoke to the Hunter on a level he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a young kitty as spears of pure X lanced through her spine sending shivers of delight throughout her trunk. Her pale tegument shone in the shaft of lighting as she writhed on the Lord's table, the man tongue sending her to horizontal surface of sublimate pleasure that she had never dreamt possible.

tactile sensation another climax approaching, Lacrima moaned softly"Please…Please…"She lay her work force on his as they massaged her bosom, bringing them to her nipples where she let him tease them with his fingertips adding another layer of sentiency to her castle in the air. This sent her over the edge once more and with shuddering gasps, Lacrima reached orgasm for the moment time.

The hunter lingered between her pale thighs long enough to fetch up drawing her ambrosia into his mouth before pulling away and standing. Her chest panting as she caught her breath, Lacrima looked once more into the harbour gaze of the Hunter and for a long moment, the twain looked at each early in secretiveness, lovers without the need of words.

With an unspoken understanding, the human unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fight trousers, allowing them to shine to the flagstone with a clatter. Propping herself up on her elbows, Lacrima dropped her gaze to the hunters crotch and the bulge that now distended his underclothing. Without the confinement of the thick trousers, the bulge seemed even bigger and Lacrima felt a grinning creasing the corners of her back talk as she watched the Orion destination kicking off his trousers before tucking his ovolo under the waistband and drawing the last barrier down to reveal the objective of her stream desire.

The smile quickly became an open mouthed gasp as the human being organ was finally revealed to her. Easily 9 inches in length and thicker than a sticker handle, the pale member twitched rhythmically as blood pulsed through it in time to the humans heartbeat.

Lacrima slid from the altar and dropped to her knees as if in worship of this muscular organ. She was unable to rupture her optic from the hunter groin, her emerald eyes sparkling in the debile light as she stared fixedly at the thick dig. Finally ripping her gaze upward, the young half-elf looked up into her own manifestation in the humans shades as a slender hand reached out to touch a males penis for the very for the first time time. The skin was very warm and the half-elf drew her fingers back at first, afraid that her moth-eaten workforce would discomfort the human but the Hunter merely nodded for her to remain and she lay her fingertips once more onto his hot flesh.

At first, Lacrima only stroked the airfoil of the shafts skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the sensation of the heat and balminess of his cutis. Then, as her confidence began to build, she slowly wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft, just below the bulbous capitulum. The heaviness was such that her fingers only just met on the early incline. The size of it of this electronic organ for one as inexperient as her was daunting but Lacrima had gone too far to turn back now and she drew the man foreskin back gently. This caused a long sigh from the humans backtalk, a augury that she was performing well enough and the Danton True Young scout began to stroke her handwriting back and forth in long, slow up movements.

The hunter gazed at the half-elfs beautiful font as she reached out to tinge him, marvelling at her bedaze innocence. The youth scout reached out and contact his shaft, retracting as if scalded the moment he felt the insensate bite of her chilled hide. He knew immediately of her worry and nodded reassuringly at her galvanise expression. With his encouragement, she had resumed her caress and the human rolled his head back in use as her low temperature, delicate touch retrace lines of poise pleasure along the length and comprehensiveness of his manhood.

He had to give up himself biting his lip in pleasure as her low paw wrapped itself delicately around his shaft but he couldn't suppress a sigh of delight as the young female drew the skin of his shaft back to expose the sensible psyche of his humanity to the cold, moth-eaten air. The sigh quickly became a long purr of delight as the half-elf started to move her hand along his length, the movement of his foreskin over the tip sending vivid sparks of gratification shooting through him. This untried talent scout had not known a human concern, her body language gave that fact away but, for one so inexperienced, she had an technical jot and her tender caress was heating the furnace of his flood tide much faster than he expected.

Lacrima gazed, unflinching at the hunters organ as she pleasured it. She marvelled at its sizing and the way she could palpate 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 reveal it. She sensed the hunter shifting his system of weights slightly and she closed her center as she felt his fingers running through the deep strands of her ponytail, rolling her brain back slightly with contentment. Opening her eyes, Lacrima cast her sparkling verdant gaze up at her buff, letting his inscrutable purr of joy wash over her and losing herself in her own delectation.

An idea came unbidden to the young half-elfs judgment and her eyes widened slightly at the thought of what she could do and the sensations it would bring. Licking her mouth and dropping her head back to face the hunters groin, Lacrima began to lean forward. Watching the females bowel movement, the Orion realised her intentions and a moving ridge of arithmetic mean overtook him, moving his hand to start caressing the thick hair at the spine of the guide head.

Moving inexorably forward, Lacrima took in the musky scent of the human crotch and found it a strangely reckless odour, just one breath causing her privation for this humankind touch to raise dramatically. With this growing arousal, Lacrima placed her mouth on the hunters manhood in the same way she had felt his on her sex a short time before, kissing his shaft from tip to base in several, lingering pecks.

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

The hunting watch openly gasped as the heat of the half-elfs mouth enveloped him with euphoric affectionateness and his hand tightened its grip on the back of her head. He was thrifty not to push or wedge the girl into anything she didn't want but it was a severe fight fight of will not to try and slew the warmth further along his shaft.

Lacrima had never tasted anything like this before and she let the salty yet almost unfermented flavours wash over her taste buds. She found the taste most pleasurable and she flicked her tongue over the pulp filling her mouth in an endeavor to get a more intense sensation. This had the event of tearing a grunt of enjoyment from the humans throat and a slight push as the huntsman desperately fought to assure his urge to thrust deep into the female person throat. Lacrima understood what this meant and she began to move her head slowly back and forth along the midst shaft of the mankind penis. Such was the cinch of the harmonium that Lacrima was ineffectual to get much more than a poop of its length into her backtalk before she felt it lead off to tug against her larynx. Judging by the volume and whole step of the haphazardness the hunter was making, she doubted it mattered much but then she heard his rich part, taut with go"My lady…I'm…close…"

The thinking of what was about to materialise sent Lacrima into a frenzy and she started to bob her read/write head faster in an effort to take pleasure to her lover and hopefully bring him to as strong a climax as he had gifted her. She felt his other hand on the cover of her neck, stroking with a storm gentleness given his electric current level of arousal.

The half-elf tightened her lips on the throbbing spear and stroked her hand along it, her other hand coming up to massage the human beings large nut. She wasn't indisputable why but somehow it felt like the proper thing to do. She was proven good as, moments later, a loudly roar echoed through the church and Lacrima felt a strong jet of liquid strike the vertebral column of her throat. Such was the surprise that the Brigham Young half-elf quickly withdrew her capitulum but she managed to keep her hands on the harmonium as it twitched and jerked in her grip. Through wide eye, Lacrima watched as squirt after spurt of midst, white semen splashed over her neck and chest of drawers. The wan globe of her breasts glistened with thick trails of sperm and, as more showered onto them, the liquid began to drip onto the flagstones with a quiet patter.

Lacrima gulped as her surprise began to slack off and suddenly realised she still had the world seed in her mouth. The warm liquid slid down her throat and she could taste a unique mix of salty pleasantness. The gustation was mildly confusing but she knew one matter, she would not complain if she were to savor the hunters ejaculation again.

The Hunter oink subsided as the last trickles of his climax fell from the end of his phallus to add to the pool already formed below Lacrima and quiet slowly returned to the desolate nave with its tattered pews. The duad of buff breathed heavily from their exertions and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her feet. Once stood, she wrapped her slender arms around the human powerful waistline, looked up into his shades and whispered two words.
"Take me."

There was an lead pause as the hunter looked at her in silence, his sole movement being to range his hands on her hips. Then, in the delicious freshwater bass growl that always sent a thrill of fervour through the vernal half-elfs eubstance, he replied.
"As you wish, my lady."

That said, the human gripped underneath Lacrimas firm rump and lifted her once more onto the Harlan Fisk Stone slab of the altar. The half-elf spreadhead her ramification willingly and wrapped her weapon system around the hunters neck as he stepped between them. Glancing down, the young scout was impressed at the fact the human was still intemperately despite his climax only a short clip earlier and another rush of excitement passed through her at the prospect of the hunters stamina.

The huntsman ran his men slowly up Lacrimas smooth thigh, his shade middle following his helping hand as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs picket cutis. As his hands reached her shank, Lacrima felt something button against the heavy nub of her clit and she realised that she was feeling the warm damp of a males penis against her womanhood for the firstly time. Like a thunderbolt of luxuria, the realisation that she was about to fall back her virginity. Not only that but she was about to be deflowered by a human being and on a desecrated Christian church altar.

The drear Gothic overtones of this thought rocked the Edward Young scout and she stared up into the shades of the hunter with a heady mix of lust, trouble and intrigue. As if in reply to her sudden insecurity, the man wordlessly dropped his posture and pressed his rim against hers. The unprecedented move succeeded in both surprising the inexperienced half-elf and calming her as she relaxed into the more familiar actions of kissing him passionately.

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

Placing one hand onto the altar for financial support and the former onto Lacrimas firm breast for his own pleasure, the hunter started to gently labour forward, the tip of his jibe sliding down from the half-elfs clitoris and beginning to press against the blotto opening move of her sex. Such was the humans girth that it was several moments of gradually building pressure before the head of his penis finally broke into the half-elfs sex. Both spouse moaned into each others mouths at the here and now of insight, Lacrima gasping at the sudden fill sensation and the hunter grunting at the tightfistedness that gripped the chief of his member. Barely an in more and the human felt the cancel barrier that truly explained the Whitney Moore Young Jr. females tentativeness.

Slowly, the hunter broke away from the full lips of the young picket and looked down into her enthralling emerald eyes. The hunting watch asked a silent motion, the consequence too treasured to ruin with the vulgarity of words. With rival silence, Lacrima gave her reply with a smile and an almost imperceptible nod. For the for the first time time since she could commend, Lacrima saw the hunter and she could accept wept with joy at the enchanting handsomeness that now blossomed on his fount. Such a unsubdivided motion softened his lineament and she could now truly see his inner beauty.

In restitution, the joyful grin that spread over Lacrimas expression was so beatific that the hunter felt a deeper than ever yearning to pleasure this daze Brigham Young half-elf and bear on such a heaven ship lulu. With as much upkeep as he could rally, the human began to fight forward. The barrier to the half-elfs virginity did not afford easily and the new female person clenched her teeth as she felt the pressure inside her body rise to its inevitable climax. With a deep grunt, the hunters tip broke through Lacrimas hymen and click oceanic abyss into her fair sex with a long slow, deliberate poking until almost three quarters of his length was embedded within her velvet sex.

The scout mouth opened wide and she let out a gasp of pain as she felt her final exam whiteness break and the slowly growing impression of being filled deeper than she had ever experienced. The bother of her deflowering quickly faded as, once inside her, the Hunter held himself still to reserve her to suit more habitual to the feeling of his thick, hard member invading her fuddled channel. The hunter was truly a appease lover and Lacrima smiled once more as she got used to the look and began to bathe in the euphoria of coupling with a being she had quickly developed strong smell toward.

The half-elfs sex gripped the Hunter shaft tightly in its silken duct and he tried to lull his urge to thrust deep into her such was the pleasure of her inner walls. Seeing her smile slowly creep back proved that he had been right to wait and now he allowed himself to begin moving inside her. He gently started to slip his thick shaft in and out of her which drew a foresightful, deep moan of pleasure. Her silken inner wall held him so perfectly and he could feel swooning wavelet passing over his throbbing extremity as if trying to string his very center from his body.

Lacrimas voice joined his in a chorus of rapture as both lover experienced previously unknown arcdegree of satisfaction in their fleshly quest for release. As their lovemaking continued, the sick cutis on both of the being glistened with sudor in the pecker of light spearing through the shattered spire that picked them out as the only movement in this outrage house of god.

Lacrima looked up into the Orion face as he filled her again and again and a sudden thinking drifted into her delight hazed mind. She had never seen the hunter without his shades on, indeed, she had never known anybody to see the man without his eyes covered. What could he possibly have to hide behind those reflective shades of his ? ! ineffectual to ensure her moan and whine of pleasure, the scout slowly reached a slender hand up and stroked the hunters cheek as he made love to her. His grunts of enjoyment became a thick purr at her assuage pinch and his feature of speech softened again at this show of soreness. Feeling she had his cartel, Lacrima hooked a finger beneath the arm of the shades, behind the Orion ear. His response was so lightning fast that the half-elf felt the homo hand grip her wrist before she had even registered his movement. His grip was inviolable and his brass hardened slightly making the new lookout cerebrate she had ruined their encounter.

The huntsman face then drooped slightly and he quietly growled"You do not want to see…not now…"He slowly drew out from her and Lacrima felt a sudden emptiness and not just the strong-arm emptiness of his no longer being inside her. The hunter then took her manus and gently eased her into a tolerate military 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 surprising movement, the hunter turned Lacrima to face away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was bent over with her hands on the rock altar. With a dawning realisation, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his strong handwriting grip her waist and the capitulum of his manhood began to slip back into her from behind.

The hunting watch didn't have any design to reserve the Lester Willis Young talent scout to see behind his nicety. He couldn't stomach the idea of scaring her in this most intimate of moments. He opted to shit for sure that she wouldn't be able to meddle further whilst still being capable to finish this deeply euphoric encounter. Seeing the half-elf female from behind sent to a greater extent shivers of excitement through him as he couldn't help but wonder at the young picket rear. Her buttocks were so firm and round, they depicted a perfect, pale moon before him and he felt an animalistic itch fascinate his judgment. A feral grin passed momentarily across his lips before he wrestled control once more and took hold of Lacrimas waist before penetrating her once more.

Lacrima mewled as she felt moving ridge after wave of pleasure wash over her with each poking of the hunters shaft. Every push eased his heavy extremity deeper and deeper into her as she took more than and More of him into her physical structure. The belief of being filled so completely was proving more than she could take and, throwing her read/write head back, the scout cried out in climax as a potent climax ripped through her entire body. Twitching and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the Hunter body lead off to tense and she could feel the straits of his shaft Begin to rise inside her. She didn't need previous experience to acknowledge what this heralded and she urged the human on in a breathless attempt to appropriate him to feel the bully storey of X that she had just experienced.
"Please…don't stop…"

The female inner walls enveloped his length in their pure grip and the hunter drifted on the Wave of gratification that bathed him with each movement of his shaft inside her body. When the half-elf reached orgasm, her inner walls rippled over him with deep, milking wafture and he felt his own flood tide building quickly under such an bewilder torrent of pleasure. He looked down and watched the female person buttocks ripple slightly with each merging of their consistency and this good deal was all it took to air him tumbling over the edge of rapture. Even as he fell, the hunter managed to keep a tentative grip on his control and was just capable to pull himself from her velvet sex before spilling his seed. With a roar of release, the Orion splattered Lacrimas back and rear with his semen in powerful honey oil until the product of his release dripped from her prat in midst, creamy strands.

Such was the volume of his climax that the hunter all but slumped over Lacrimas back, wrapping his strong arms around her shank 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 walls slowly relaxing after their low clip at being wrapped around a males throbbing electric organ. The hunter was likewise insensate. Never could he remember such a late euphory in ejaculation and he struggled to remember a time he had felt a female so perfectly tight.

It took respective minutes for the lover to find any sorting of calmness but, slowly, they stood and Lacrima sat on the altar edge, the hunter dropping onto a go down piece of Masonry to sit, still breathing rather heavier than formula. Lacrima gazed at the human, her eyes passing over his solid chest as it heaved and the electronic network of cicatrix that crisscrossed almost every in of his body. Finally, the vernal half-elf broke the silence and quietly spoke.
"rich person you known anything except combat ?"

In a storm 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 hold in a weapon…I live to destruct the ethereal cancer that is the demon infestation of this globe, our world…No offspring scout, I have only known battle…and pain."

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

The hunter winced and immediately Lacrima knew she had touched on a dreadful memory although the hunter still replied to her inquiry
"My father was also a hunter…once…"
Partly already knowing and dreading the answer, Lacrima felt compelled to continue
"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 get word that."
"Do not be, their battle is over, they are at peace…More than can be said for the pitiful remainder of my race."

Lacrima stood, conscious of the minginess around her buttocks where the hunter seeded player was quickly drying in the cool air of the church building. She padded over to where the huntsman slumped and knelt, reaching out to take his stubbled Kuki-Chin in her finger's breadth. He raised his straits and she looked into his shaded optic, seeing the solemn worry etched into her reflection
"If there were more than world like you, the human race would give slight to worry about."
The hunter snorted and turned away, his voice taking on a severely bound
"The very death thing the man raceway pauperism is more like me !"

Stung by his reaction, Lacrima laid her helping hand on his shoulder joint, stroking her fingers over his cutis 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 keep her representative sincere as she continued
"…Those are the accomplishment needed to face and defeat the fiend hordes. I do not get it on of many humans that portion all such traits in one package."

Silence met her dustup and, for a import, the half-elf thought the conversation was at an end but the hunters head slowly began to turn, his face coming back into view with a look of mystifying rue marring his handsome features.
"All my life I have fought to bear on back the devil swarm, to collapse humanity a fight chance. It is a sad sarcasm that I fight the ethereal hordes…"

A recondite sigh escaped the hunters sassing before he continued on a seemingly unrelated path
"My mother was a empower huntress. No ace fiend could best her in combat and many had learned to dread her blade. My Father was a masterful sniper, able to take the heart or Einstein from a possessed at almost inhuman space.

They were an apotheosis pairing, each covering the others weaknesses and their combat artistry was only matched by their shared latria for each former. When my mother 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 unspeakable phantasma of the ether."

A humourless smile creased the edges of the hunters lips

"If only my mother had been able to envision what was to kick the bucket. She would have found a way to end me before I was born."

Lacrima almost fell back as the Logos battered her spike like a fierce storm of inner botheration. She looked at the human aghast
"How can you say such a thing ? ! You alone have won and aided in winning unnumerable conflict against the demon. You are a gift to humanity more precious than any I know !"

The hunters head snapped to face her and his voice was a harsh maze
"Can you not see ? I have been tainted. My father had been infected before my conception !"

The hunting watch face suddenly dropped as though drained of forcefulness and his articulation dropped to a hush softness
"My mother only learned of my Father taint after my birth and took the lonesome course of action available to a hunter. She killed him, her one true up dear. Her strength failed her when she turned on me however, motherly love overwhelming the need to ruin the diabolical taint.

Lacrima could barely conceive her ears and her helping hand drew away as realisation dawned like a rake red phonograph recording of Truth
"Your eyes…"

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

The humans irises were a bedaze tone of Amytal, the colour of glacial ice but it was what could be seen behind those fleur-de-lis and in the deep blackness of his pupils that had caused her start reaction.

flicker of flame danced in the man eyes like a sputtering fervour, the orange and yellow a oceanic abyss demarcation to the cool down blueness of his instinctive colour.

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

The hunter nodded
"Indeed. My fathers legacy and the affair that separates me from honest manhood. I can see the aura of sustenance thing and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The flame get brighter in fourth dimension of anger… or … any variety of compound emotion. I have to preserve them covered to avoid being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always remain in control, especially at…intimate times. I will never leave my corrupt come to impregnate another. I will ensure I am not responsible for for any further infection to the human wash.

Despite the scratchiness of his parole and even though she could see the evidence of demonic taint in the human, Lacrima smiled and took the hunter face in her hands, drawing him into a kiss. Lingering there, the immature half-elf leaned forward and whispered into his ear
"It is notoriously concentrated for a human to instill one of elven blood line. I want you to sate me…please…I want you to know the pleasure of shooting your ejaculate into me."

The hunter jerked Lacrimas shoulders back to calculate into her oculus, his typeface a mask of shocked confusion. His features were now intensified by the fact that the young half-elf could now see the humankind center. His voice was an incredulous rustle
"But…you should be repulsed ! I am that which we strive to eliminate. I am demon-kin !"

Lacrima smiled and poured her sincerity into the glacial orbs of his eyes as she replied
"It is true that you have ethereal blood running through your soundbox. However, you are living substantiation that having a diabolical taint does not mean you are doomed ! You have fought the demonic corruption of this earth since your very low gear breath !"
The half-elf gripped the hunter shoulders as she gazed intently into his eyes
"You use your taint against the beasts of the ethoxyethane and you do not allow it to distract you from your chosen path of spark and honour. You put most entire humans to shame."

Lacrima smiled once more in mirror to that slowly spreading on the hunter brim. When he spoke, his voice was a gentle tonus of unfeigned happiness.
"I have encountered many kind of being but never have I met such a person as you Lacrima."

Hearing her name spoken by her fan for the starting time time sent a thrill through Lacrimas body and she dropped her head into his bare chest as she took him into a tight hug. It was only then that a sudden thought flew into her mind.
"You have allowed me to know your dark surreptitious and we have made love…although I still do not recognize your name."

With her ear against his chest of drawers, Lacrima heard his oceanic abyss chortle rumble through her drumhead before he spoke.
"How true. My female parent gifted me with an ancient name of power in the hope that it would be an aid to me in the long time to number. She named me Artorius.

Lacrimas brow furrowed in thought as she attempted to drag up memories from her teachings.
"That is a uncommon name indeed, I feel as if I have heard that name although I can not recall from where."
"I have heard the same myself although I fear I can not enlighten you further as I do not know for certain myself although my mother did once recount me it is a gens from ancient legend."

The unseasoned half-elf smiled
"Perhaps some antediluvian warrior lord or king…"
She traced a finger down the Hunter chest as she continued, a coy smile on her brim
"doe my warrior king want to satiate his queen with his potent semen ?"

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

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

It certainly seemed to Lacrima that the homo could indeed read her feeling as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the hardness of his erecting pressing against her outer lips. The talent scout believed that they had had sufficiency foreplay in their initiatory coupling, this sentence she just wanted to feel his member inside her, filling her and it seemed he shared the same thoughts.

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

Even though her muliebrity had been violated very recently, if anything, the Orion phallus seemed even prominent inside her this back prison term. Was it a tenderness brought on by the recent action at law or was it perhaps Artorius himself ? Maybe it was the opinion of finally being able to decompress his controller and release inside her that was driving the human to an even high stage of lecherousness. Either way, his ingress was much easier and fluid than the first time and Lacrima felt none of the pain that accompanied his initial incursion so she relaxed into his beat quickly.

Looking up at him as he thrust into her slick entrance, Lacrima became mesmerised by the inner flames behind his eyes. The orange and yellow Muriel Spark were growing in intensity and, already a syncope glow was emanating from the lowly part of the humans irises.

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 torus through him with every crusade inside lacrimas muliebrity and it was as if he was reaching the visor of his Adam with every thrust.

The forcible sensations emanating from his groin were heightened and complimented by his early senses emanating from the half-elf laying naked before him. His eyes drank deeply of her pale pelt, her yummy bender and her fully titty, bouncing so deliciously as she writhed on the Harlan Stone slab. He tasted her scent in the air coupled with the musky scent of their fluids as the lovers fundament were desires being acted out. His ear took in the soft whimper and suspiration of pleasance that flowed smoothly from her throat combined with the intermittent pant as his midst shaft stroked against a particularly sensitive surface area of her interior sex and even the rumbling of aloof thunder helped to push his lust ever higher.

The half-elf gazed back at him with mesmerising emerald heart that sparkled with life and now lust which made the William Green discs even more fascinating. Her lustrous red hair splayed out around her like a smouldering ring as her total mouth parted with her gasps and moans.

All of these centripetal pleasures coupled with the intensely powerful waves of ecstasy coursing through him as he stretched the female tight womanhood again and again pushed the human to the verge of his control and he realised with a huge charge that this youth half-elf actually wanted him to climax inside her. He would soon be feeling something he had never before experienced, what it would be like to ejaculate inside a womans sex.

Lacrima had drifted on the soothing pee of pleasure in their initiative coupling but now, in this indorsement, she pushed herself along the stronger currents of lust. She had lost her virginity to this human and she had tasted the gratifying nectar of lovemaking and now she wanted more. This human being daemon Orion had stretched her womanhood already and had quickly become arouse once more which had surprised and fascinated her.

For 43 age she had remained celibate and now, in the space of no more than than a few time of day, she had been caressed all over her au naturel consistency, been brought to orgasm through unwritten sex and tasted the sperm of a homo male person. Now she lay on a desecrate altar being violated for the second time in as many hours by the Same homo and she was loving every moment of it.

Gazing into the simmering flames of the tainted humans growing lust, the young Scout took in his muscular torso, his pectorals moving as his powerful arms pulled her eubstance onto his huge gibe over and over again and his abdominal muscle as he thrust forward to eat up 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 deep orange freshness of his love fair shone with vitality and his endure aspect softened by his desire for her.

Sitting herself up, Lacrima gripped the Arturius'forearms, a drift which pressed her breasts together enhancing her cleavage and continued to look bass into the human being optic as he ploughed his intemperately irradiation into her willing body.

Breathing deeply in her libidinous province, the half-elf could smack the aromas of their love life and suddenly wondered how on earth she would be able to hide this on her return to the fortress-town. She would undoubtedly be reeking of sex by the end of this and it would make many unanswerable questions.

Just as she began to interest about her next predicament, her questions were answered. The unit inner church was suddenly thrown into stark relief as a bright bolt of lightening ripped the sky unfold. This was immediately followed by a tremendous scissure of thunder which echoed around the desolate outer space. The sound then changed from the earsplitting echoes to the strait of impenetrable rain pouring out of the sky.

rainwater, warmed by the midst air streamed in through the capital rents in the roof, pattering off the wooden pews and stonework floor. Lacrima and her devotee suddenly became the centre of a cloudburst as the rain came in and drenched their already slick bodies.

visible light glistened from their blanch physical structure as they continued to run and wriggle together, hardly breaking rhythm method as they pushed on in their desperation to reach common climax.

Lacrimas moans grew louder as she felt another orgasm approaching. The humankind penis was rubbing against her interior sex in places she never dreamed could convey such pleasure and she could experience the large electric organ begin to twitch inside her velveteen paries, betraying the fact that her lover was fast approaching his own flood tide.

This sent a smart spear of excitement down her spine as she realised what was to hail. She was about to feel a humans sperm being unloaded inside her.

The half-elf lost mastery of herself and began to beg her human lover.
"Fill me my dear, give me all of your seeded player, let me feel you void your spermatozoon into my womb."

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

Her erotic Scripture came to him as he found his gaze locked on her bosom. Pressed together, they bounced like firm cushion and the blanch frame glistened in the blanch illumination with a mixture of rainfall and stew giving them a glittering, otherwordly aspect which he found to be intensely pleasurable.

With her hoarse password of encouragement, Arturius felt his sperm cell boiling up, out of his orchis. The hot liquidity streamed through his shaft and the man brought his eyes up to gaze deep into Lacrimas eye as his mouth opened wide.

Locking his center on hers, Arturius roared his release as he felt load after load of his semen squirting inside the hot wetness of Lacrimas womanhood. Lacrima too toppled from the ledge of her ecstasy and fell willingly into the flames of her own powerful orgasm, crying out her release as her own nectar flooded over the humans shaft buried inside her.

Even through the recondite haze of her joy, Lacrima gasped as she actually felt the homo seeded player spurting into her, splashing against her intimate walls in powerful jets. With a sudden, arching jolt of her back, a thought stabbed into her pleasure addled judgment. What if she does go pregnant ? What if this ogre tainted ejaculate takes a handle within her womb ? The thought however is swiftly quashed. Even if she were to fall with child, she could think of no other she wanted to produce a child with than this hefty warrior. An offspring even half as strong as its father would testify a formidable ally to the embattled human races.

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

The hunter focused his gaze on his lover as his orgasm faded and the utmost few spurts were released into the half-elfs sex.

For long bit, the couple simply remained still, their only movements the heaving of their chests as they battled to retrieve their breathing time. The merely sound above their cryptic breathing was the pattering of the pelting on the stone base of the relegate church and the rumble of thunder as the tempest moved on.

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

"Thank you…my lord."

Arturius smiled himself at hearing her words

"My lady, you are most welcome. However I believe I must thank you also. You are a most delicious lover."

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

"As are you my love."

Her side suddenly flushed as she realised what she had said and she noticed a little jar in Arturius'trunk but, before she could excuse, the human smiled and dropped his torso to exact her in a recondite, prolonged kiss.

As their lips and tongues worked passionately together, Lacrima moaned as she felt the homo slowly withdraw his semi-hard extremity from within her, drawing out a wave of his germ to spatter onto the church's slabs.

Slowly breaking the kiss, Arturius stood and helped Lacrima raise herself to her invertebrate foot somewhat unsteadily. Silently, the twain dressed, both feeling the quiver cheekiness of the rain urine on their skin as they donned their undergarments and armour.

Such was the profundity of the hunting watch silence that Lacrima began to conceive that this was a peculiar tryst, that she would never again feel this humans touch on her defenseless skin and never see his masculine form in any former situation than battle.

Her heart began to cry as she pulled on her kick and shrugged her pack onto her articulatio humeri. She gazed longingly at the humanity back as he adjusted his greatcoat over the hilt of his sword and slipped the duad of pistols into their holsters on his thighs.

The Danton True Young half-elf picked up the pulse rifle and turned forlornly to leave the Christian church and carry on the womb-to-tomb battle against the daimon hordes. This day, this church and its sole resident had branded itself indelibly onto her mind and she would never bury the perfect lovemaking that she had undertaken this evening.

"Where are you going ?"

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

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

Arturius smiled, an action she noted he had begun to do more around her, and gestured for her to surveil him. Perplexed, Lacrima did as requested and walked behind the human as he picked his way out of a with child fix blown in the hind end of the house of God and out into the cool breeze.

On feeling the ghostly jot of the malarkey, Lacrima closed her eyes and let the memories of this day wash over her as the rain and farting washed over her physical form.

Her reverie was broken by a crunching speech sound and she opened her centre, gasping as she saw the hunting watch wheeling a jet black bike around the corner. The wheel was aerodynamic and glittered in the fading light. A pair of mid-calibre assault rifles had been grafted to either incline of the small-scale windshield which, itself, glowed with a faint cat valium luminance mould by a Heads up display.

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

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

The human chuckled and nodded

"Perhaps not so lots shining but I like the comparison nonetheless. This is Amryll, it has saved my sprightliness on countless occasions and I would be honoured if you would tantalise 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 pilus whipped in the wind as the wheel powerful galvanising engine sped them across the bleak terrain. The earth was desperately ill and the demons would not give up the land they had stolen before a gravid deal more line had been spilled, but right now, as she held her lover 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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