HUNTER & PREY

Lacrima picked her way through the rubble and junk of the broken township. Barely a few months before, this had been a bustling fastness, a last outpost of the dwindling human raceway. Now it lay decimated, open to the bleak skies like an disembowel corpse.
The half-elf scouted the field alone, checking for sign of the zodiac of living or, more importantly, mark of hellish infestation. Her discriminating eyes scanned the downfall of each building intently, the deep green of her irises glittering in the fleet luminosity like emeralds on an ornate steel hilt.

She wore the measure outcome slate grayness jumpsuit and black physical structure armour that designated her as a soldier in the Terran rebellion army corps. Being a scout, Lacrima carried a more compact version pulse rifle and the jumpsuit was a tighter fit to allow almost silent front. The buddy-buddy grey fabric clung to her slim, lithe eubstance, rippling as her powerful leg musculus propelled her through the terrain like a prowling feline on the hunt club for prey.

Lacrima moved stealthily, her long twelvemonth of breeding and fighting experience making her movements fluid, almost feline. Her slender cast stalked the dark, a ghost in hunt of target on a desolate landscape painting. A easy breeze ghosted through the empty streets like the last, racking breathing spell of a dying man and it stirred the deep auburn hairsbreadth that hung in idle whorl down Lacrimas back in a hanker ponytail that reached midway down her shoulders.

Her patrol took her toward the meat of what remained of the town and the church at its heart. The ancient structure that once cut an imposing silhouette now lay broken. The spire that had once support proud in its benevolence and glory to the heavens had been destroyed completely. All that remained were snapped balk jutting toward the promised land like the dried, broken ribs of the town's chest.

Lacrima approached the once great briny ingress to the church, gaping wide open like a deeply lesion. Its door had been ripped from their hinge and used as wood to burn the few that had survived the demon attack in a pyre to their fell lord. Lacrimas nose wrinkled as an offensive smell reached her nostrils and she was certain she could still sense the burning flesh of those unfortunate as she entered the brink of the church building, the stench forever tainting the very air that twisted and eddied in the light breeze.

The offspring half-elf darted into the once holy place place and began her lookup of the desolate interior infinite when she froze suddenly. Her discriminating eyes had spotted effort and she knelt silently behind the secede remains of a pew to remark the panorama before her with a sense of wonderment.

The one known as the Hunter was knelt beside the church altar. He was knelt in a pool of igniter that was cast through the shatter stiff of a large stained ice window. The human had stripped his theme song leather greatcoat and black organic structure armour to discover his upper torso. The warriors skin was pale, a common sign of those that lived under the burned sky that now hung over the worlds diseased landscape and his body was coated in a thin luster of fret that glittered in the vaguely fragmentize ray of illumination. Lacrimas skin pure tone was closer to that of her Elven kin making it paler still than even this Orion and this emphasised the lentigo on her nuzzle and speed impudence and the Brigham Young half-elf felt the warmth of a faint blush which she knew would only shit them suffer out even more. The huntsman had his right arm rested on a unkept 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 humans muscles flexed and bulged with painful sensation as the acerate leaf pierced his frame and, although the scene before her was gruesome, Lacrima could not avail but find a certain pleasure from seeing this one-half naked human.

At 43 eld old, Lacrima was considered a young grownup within her wash, the equivalent of a human being girl just out of her teenager. This combined with the near constant training and conflict meant that Lacrima had never had sentence to think much about males and she had never touched a male trunk except for when she was sparring or treating combat injury. Now, crouched silently in her hiding place, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The mans trunk was in amazing physical condition, his rippling tummy and enceinte arm muscularity sending unfamiliar shake of pleasure through the half-elf's slender body.

Despite her combat senses screaming in objection, the new soldier felt compelled to go closer and, breaking cover at a crouch, she silently, crept closer to the huntsman as a moth would draw close to a brilliantly flame. She could not explain her excitement or the wishing to approach but somehow, she just wanted to be closer to him and to gaze upon his from with bettor detail.

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors movements in better contingent and stifled a smiling as she realised he was evidently not a rail medic. The hunters stitches were straight and plastered but he was moving at a slow and deliberate pace as one with knowledge but piffling experience would do. He had obviously read or seen how to execute sphere medication but had not had a great deal practice and it was made infinitely harder by having to perform it on himself.

Such was Lacrima's tending to the muscled man that she momentarily forgot the teachings of stealing and accidently kicked a small objet d'art of fallen masonry, sending it skittering across the marbled level. The hunter's reaction was prompt and lightning fast. Combat reflexes that had been honed over myriad battle snapped his hand down to the nearest weapon system, a shooting iron that had lay out of Lacrima's spate, behind the rock'n'roll on which he had rested his injured arm and brought the sidearm up to point at the source of the sound."Show yourself."This was the starting time metre Lacrima had ever heard the homo speak and she was taken aback as to how thick and remindful it was, echoing around the desolate church service in commanding, bass waves.

The half-elf intruder did not motivate from her place hidden behind a bench, frozen like a frightened cony in a set of intense, masculine headlight. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the monster Orion'weapon was aimed directly at her. The huntsman's spokesperson sounded once more, this fourth dimension dropping to a dangerously quiet horizontal surface that nevertheless carried a weighty tone of malice."I know you skulk in the shadows, now maltreat where I can see you or I will place you back to the cursed spawning pit that birthed you."

Slowly, as if afraid that she would be shot at the slightest bm, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched placement behind a shattered pew and stood, head bowed slightly like a school child caught by a tutor. Long consequence passed as the huntsman appeared to read her silently from beneath the gunmetal sunglasses that he was never seen without. Lacrima felt a sudden chill and a sense of bareness passed like a shudder down her rachis. It was as if the man was looking through her, seeing past her physical form to study her inner being. This highly uncomfortable feeling was only accented by the sight of the handgun that was pointed at her head.

After what was probably only a minute but, what felt like an age to Lacrima, the hunter stood and descended the dance step from the altars dais, onto the filthy marble of the church building main floor. His drift were slow but fluid, resembling a predatory animal approaching its prey. Despite the obvious danger to her person, Lacrima could not serve but notice his build. The man was easily close to six feet tall and she was drawn to the way the directional lighting from the broken window shimmered from his pale tegument and threw the musculature of his consistence into an ever changing landscape painting of light and fantasm. The shooting iron never once strayed from Lacrima, true trial impression of this Orion warlike artistry.

The hunter approached Lacrima in silence and the half-elf felt ineffective to travel or verbalise, somehow held in a enchantment by this human being. All she could do was stand and await her fortune, her emerald eyes watching the now dim luminosity reflect from his naked upper trunk which seemed to punctuate his already impressive musculature, and inquire why she felt such conflicting emotions of fear and another, more confusing feeling…was it desire ? !

The Orion came to a stay a grade of stride from the half-elf and slowly lowered the weapon although Lacrima noted that he kept a pew between them to hold open her from approaching him at speed. Once before her, he spoke once again, this time without the unsafe malice but a line of wariness still rang through its rich tones.
"I have seen no bodily process in this berth for several days now."

As he approached this intruder, the Hunter appraised the potentiality threat. It was certainly human or of a humanoid backwash. It wore the uniform of a rebel sentry and was female judgement by the way the armour had been shaped around the chest area.
As he got closer, he could make out more inside information and he began to cogitate 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 average height for one of her race, around 5'6"and slender. Her hair was a scratch shade of red, pulled back in a tight ponytail although a few stray strands framed her almost ghostly picket face. With a slight flush of fruition, the human being came to note that this accentuated the females already considerable beauty.

to the highest degree half-elves took on the elegant, sharp features of their elven parent but this one had much softer facial feature. The almost translucent blanch skin of her slender font had a healthy, porcelain smoothness and was broken only by a set of freckle that ran across her impertinence and modest, clit nose. Her point ears and full-of-the-moon, pale lips gave her an exotic, alluring aspect, greatly accented by her slanted green centre and it was into these emerald orbs that the hunter found himself gazing. The females oculus glittered with an energy and intelligence that he had rarely encountered and the human felt long repressed impression stirring deep within his mind.

Lacrima saw wispy muddiness flickering over the humans face in his brow and lips and she wondered what must be going on in the hunters mind. So preoccupied was she with this round of events coupled with her own upset emotions that she almost jumped out of her pelt when the warrior spoke again.
"What brings you to this arena soldier ?"

The hunters representative still carried an almost ingrained air of authorisation but the spotter could detect a warming of his flavor and she attempted to cover her fear by throwing a embryonic membrane of confidence over her flustered State Department. Squaring her articulatio humeri, 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 quiet and the young lookout man decided to continue
"A turn of lookout man have been sent from outstation Dacorum Theta to measure if this area is safe for rehabilitation. The ogre appear to have slaked their thirst for parentage here and moved on."

The hunter nodded slightly but said nothing and Lacrima was left with the uneasy common sense that he was analysing everything she said, searching for any falsehoods. Silence ensued as the two seemed to evaluate each early. In the heavily silence, Lacrima found her gaze meandering over the muscular trunk of the Orion and she felt very strange stirring 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 sense anything but oddment for this lone demon stalker.

As she tried to coerce her path of thought onto a different track, her commons eyes settled on his wounded arm. The Half-Elf had heard many a rumour about this human, he was a lone hand and picayune was truly known of his background or intentions. All that was really known was his ability and desire to demolish daimon wherever he encountered them. This is my chance perhaps, Lacrima thought to herself. Perhaps I could recover out to a greater extent about this human and prepare a report back to the council. The rebellion council were extremely worry as to how one man could endure so long in the wilderness and cursed plain. Any information she could glint from him could prove critical for future tense plans.

After taking a few, calming intimation, the half-elf softened her face slightly, taking on what she hoped was a convince masque of a touch on face. Lacrima then adopted a quieter, friendlier quality as she addressed the hunter once more.
"Your wound looks thick, would you wish to see one of our healers ? It is not a enceinte distance to Dacorum…"
There was a moments hesitation as, suddenly, an picture flashed into her creative thinker eye of her small-scale helping hand stroking the naked skin of the mesomorphic humankind arm her pallid handwriting on the smooth, warm bod as it glittered in a syndicate of light. She could almost feel the firmness of his muscle on her fingertips. The heady rush of blood to her cheeks caught Lacrima off guard and it took effort not to pant with surprise. Quickly trying to re-centre her intellection, Lacrima managed to continue unsteadily.
"..Or…perhaps…allow me to help you ?"

An bunglesome silence followed with the huntsman remaining static as if he hadn't even heard the young scouts'Good Book. The intermission allowed Lacrimas judgment to run public violence with images of her touching this pale, brawny limb. Her skin tingled as her creative thinker tried to recreate what this warriors body would palpate like to her fragile touch and this sent an intense rising tide of emotions through the untested half-elf forcing her to eviscerate on her intimate intensity in a desperate attempt to not distribute back from the mental onslaught. Such was the intensity of the ikon, Lacrima found herself panting faintly and, with a sudden pang of actualization, she knew she was blushing deeply.

Dim light that filtered through the ruined windowpane and undetermined roof, catching the pondering surfaces of the Orion spook. The human stood before the scout like a statue of ancient fourth dimension. I marble carven warrior mogul, stripped to the waist and battle scarred. The poetic imagery did nothing to avail Lacrimas hot and bothered province and, when the hunter finally did speak, even his quiet tone caused her to derail in surprise at the sudden shattering of silence.
"No, no healers."
Another shortsighted pause and this time, the shock had sharpened the young lookout man senses and she could notice a feint banknote of confusedness on the hunters stoic features. Was he thinking similar idea of her ? ! His head flicked to see down at his wound and he brought his arm up to allow tightlipped inspection.

Lacrima was transfixed by the apparent motion. 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 placid control as the hunter flexed them, testing the depth of the wounding and even the wince of pain as he moved damaged tissue wasn't decent to halt the half-elf's reverie.

After a few present moment, the huntsman came to a conclusion and lowered his arm, fixing the young female in his gaze once more and Lacrima hoped she didn't facial expression as flustered as she felt. The hunter radius and, for the first clock time since their meeting several minutes before, she detected a banker's bill of kindness in his part. It was very feint but it was there nonetheless.
"It may examine useful if you could aid me. You are trained in orbit medicament ?"

Lacrima nodded dumbly, ineffective to take form words and hoped it would be enough. After a prospicient moment, the Hunter nodded in reappearance, a slow, short trend and turned away from her, heading toward the ambo steps.
Taking this as a unsounded invitation to follow, Lacrima fell in backside. As she walked, Lacrima allowed her gaze to cast a little more freely over the humans back now she didn't feel like her every thinking was being scrutinised by his intense stare. The homo had virtually no fat on his body which allowed Lacrima to see the muscle system of his back. She watched the little muscles around his spine sliding back and forth with his gait and the great, impressive muscularity of his shoulders as his arms swayed at his slope. The scout looked over his bod and felt a heat in the base of her stomach as her eyes took in his slim waistline and all-inclusive berm. This truly was an excellent specimen of masculinity. The just thing marring the mental image was the state of the human's cutis. His back was a latticework of scratch, most healed but a few stood out an furious red likely making them bracing and Lacrima found herself building a new stratum of respect and curiosity for this lone warrior. She would have to ask for Thomas More about these wounds when the sentence get up.

Mounting the footstep to the communion table plinth, the Orion led the half-elf to the berth she had first encountered him beside the great, stone slab. There she found the humans armour and equipment laid out in almost perfectly heterosexual furrow, not a single particular out of place. The vernal sentry stifled a giggle on seeing such tidiness. She had no idea a warrior of such stature and obvious acquisition also lived a living burdened with Oppressive Compulsive disorder !

"Something amuses you ?"
Startled, Lacrima snapped her header up and realised with a scratch line that she was once more in the man shaded gaze. She had had no estimation she had been smiling outwardly and took on a sheepish expression.
"My apology sir, I meant no offence. It is just not often I encounter a male with such…order."
A pause ensued and the Danton True Young scouts heart dropped as she feared she had annoyed the hunter and blown any fortune for knowledge. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her ticker sing. For the first clock time since their get together, the hunter smiled. It was a brief curling of the mouth accompanied by a quickly exhalation resembling a razz of amusement but it was enough to convey a beaming smile the female's mouthpiece.
"Indeed my peeress. My mother taught me well to orchestrate myself in all things. An devise mind is a potent weapon system in battle she used to tell me."
The smile dropped from Lacrimas face at the warrior's use of past tense
"Your mother…she is ..."
"Dead. Yes."

Those Book spoken, the Orion turned and walked to the fallen slab where his med kit was laid out and sat down, looking down at his arm where, Lacrima realised, the needle was still embedded in his flesh where he had been stitching before her interruption.
The conclusiveness of his motility gave evidence that his female parent death was a sore subject which was understandable. nobody could subscribe to such an consequence without peachy sorrow but there was something about the stiffness of his spell and the aspect that flashed across his facial expression before doing so that made the scout think that there was Thomas More to it than natural causes. She would perhaps broach the topic when she had gained more of his trust.

Silently, the half-elf slipped into a hunker down beside the hunting watch injure arm, taking it in her hands and gently cradling it while she took a nearer inspection of the wound. Before she even touched him, Lacrimas read/write head was getting fuzzy. The first matter that she took in was his odor which was unlike any male before. almost of the men she knew were soldiers in the insurrectionist army corps and they smelled of effort and dirt. This human being had a sealed muskiness to his perfume but he didn't smell unclean, the aroma was also cut through with a fresh, almost floral scent that sent the Pres Young half-elf almost dizzy as she thought that this was how all on-key men should smell.

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved hands felt the steadiness of his muscles before the soothing heat of his body penetrated through, heightening what the lookout man now realised was her arousal. Again, confusion rose in her idea as she tried to sound how she could be having feelings like this, everything was wrongfulness. These were impression that she had never experienced before, this was a man she had never met until today, in a blank space that had, barely a few workweek before been a charnel sign of the zodiac of blood and decimation. In an attempt to fill her judgment off her tingling low-spirited region, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A cryptical laceration ran down a good distance of the hunters upper arm, almost perfectly slicing between his bicep and brachialis muscles. The bust was ragged which made it unlikely that it was a blade or sharp objective that had done the damage and even through the warmth of her aroused commonwealth, a chill ran down Lacrima's spine at the depth of the rip and she knew this must be causing a huge amount of annoyance to the human despite his outwardly calm United States Department of State. She looked up quizzically
"How did this happen ? It is a truly nasty wound."
The hunter uttered a single word that made the Danton True Young female bite her lower lip with fear and concern
"Daxzkepyl."
The word repeated in Lacrima's mind, Daxzkepyl, an officeholder in the demonic armies. This case of ship's officer was a frightening amalgamation of man and crustacean, his main weapon being a Brobdingnagian, armour plated chela that resembled that of a lobster or pubic louse. To take away down one of these abominations was difficult for a team of individual, to do so one-on-one was almost unheard of.
"You fought a Daxzkepyl on your own ? !"she gasped incredulously
"I did. The anathemize spawn died gruelling and not before causing me this."
The hunter gestured angrily at the candid wound as if such a beast didn't deserve to be able-bodied to do one such as him pain. Lacrima wondered at this warrior's martial artistry and made a vow to herself to try and learn as much as potential about the battle. It would likely contain a wealth of summit on how to take on the demons.

Examining the pull flesh closer, Lacrima made sure the wound was houseclean 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 health check supplies, nodding slowly as she ran through the procedures out loud.
"Your med kit is well stocked sir. By the looks of it you have started well, injecting the blood-flow inhibiter to slow bleeding and, judging by the torn packaging, you have well sanitised the area."
Trying to lighten the mood and thinking he had begun to loosen up, Lacrima grinned
"You'll not make a dressmaker I'm afraid judgement by the quality of your stitching though."
This scuttlebutt was rewarded with a oink of merriment and a smiling that completely changed the Orion's face. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually unrelenting features changed so completely into a unmanliness that melted her heart. 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 creation in such a forsaken environment.

Smiling herself, Lacrima took up the hunter's arm once more, relishing the cutis to scramble contact and gently lay it on her articulatio genus so she could begin stitching properly. As gently as she could, the scout started to sew up the deep snag. Her education did her proud and the unseasoned scout deftly placed little stitches over the wound, 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 typeface fell in shock as realisation dawned.
"You haven't used any anaesthetic ? !"
The hunter shook his foreland but gestured for her to go forward, only speaking after she had almost finished.
"Feeling pain is no problem to me. Helps me know I am still human."
Lacrima laughed incredulously
"Now what is that supposed to mean ?"
"When you have seen the misrepresented agony of a possessed human being face as his body is re-structured from the inside, you quickly memorize to appreciate that life isn't all bad. Pain keeps me sharp."
Lacrima shook her brain with a smirk
"I do not understand your logic sir for I have not seen such a thing and have no wish to. I for one will not rest until the very slightest demonic taint is cleansed from our earth."
"Oh really ?"
The flavor of the Orion's vox caused Lacrima to look up from her work and she saw an odd expression impetus over his face like a passing breeze of ill message. 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 abominations ?"
After a minute, the hunter began to nod slowly
"Indeed, freeing this earth of the hell spawn is of great importance to me. As to removing the simple taint…I think that will bear witness harder than you think Danton True Young scout."
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the shade center of the human
"Please, call me Lacrima."
"Lacrima, that is a pleasant name…for a pleasant girl."
The Holy Writ caused the half-elf to transmit openly as she tied up the final examination stitch.
"Why, near sir, I do trust you are flirting with me."
Suddenly, the Hunter snatched his arm away from Lacrimas lap, turning his rear on her.
"You are mistaken young watch. You would do well to save your space from me. People that get too close have a habit of dying."
Lacrima controlled her ball over surprise and reached out to lay a comforting mitt on the Hunter's shoulder. She wanted to go on him close, for both armed forces and suddenly personal reasons.
"I am not afraid of danger my lord, I only wish to learn from you. Your knowledge…"
"My noesis is Charles Frederick Worth cipher to you dead. Besides, you would not wish to bonk me !"
The force of the hunter's tone shocked Lacrima and she felt a pang of distress pride at his effrontery but she attempted to keep on a console layer to her spokesperson
"I am well trained and have combat experience, I can handle myself well. And I would very much like to fuck you break my lord."

Lacrima stopped suddenly. She had had no intention of uttering those words and she felt suddenly blate at her blowup. She could find the hunter's breathing deepen in the apparent motion of his shoulder underneath her hand and a sudden waving of desire washed through her, causing her to gently lay her free manus on his other shoulder joint in what she hoped was a calming way, hoping desperately to keep on him close, to feel him.
"I do not claim to know anything of your backcloth or lifestyle my Lord but I would dearly wish for you to tell me of it."
As she spoke, Lacrima realised her hands had begun to unconsciously rub down the warrior's shoulders. She also noticed he had not complained so she decided to persist in.

The half-elf's small paw moved delicately over the Orion's shoulders, squeezing the bunched muscles and straightening them with gentle power play of her fingers. The motions over the warm, firm flesh brought a new undulation of rousing to the Danton True Young female and she felt the field between her branch begin to tingle. Was this what desire really felt like ? The massage was evidently having an impression on the hunter also as he shifted his weight to hit himself more comfortable. Taking the opportunity, Lacrima slid forward on her knee joint so she could be closemouthed to this masculine human.

pressing her armoured body to his vertebral column, the half-elf John Drew a deep breath, taking in the odour of the Hunter and noting the subtle modification in his aroma. The musk she had smelled before was more prominent and it was now overlaid with a knifelike scent. Was he becoming aroused also ?

The cerebration drew pictures of a wholly more seamy nature in Lacrimas brain eye and she felt the heat in her cheeks intensify. Also, the tingle in her loins had given way to a wetness that she now felt between her stage. Her mind raced ‘ Oh overlord, I want him…but I have never been with a male person, let alone a human. What would he shit of me if I did not delight him ?'

The young Lacrimas head swum with possibilities and lust began to flood her mind like a prospicient held back tide. Shifting herself up, straightening her kneeling stage, Lacrima raised herself so she could see over his shoulder, the wholly clock time her hands servicing his now relaxing shoulders. A pocket-size purr drifted from the backrest of the hunter's throat which Lacrima felt through the anatomy of his shoulders and this spurred her on to run a risk a proscribed glance. Craning her neck opening slightly, Lacrima peered over the hunter's berm, hoping he wouldn't detect what she was doing and focused her gaze on the human's private parts. The sight that beheld her caused her jaw to drop.

Her lust-filled figure had pictured a large member but the extrusion that distended the mordant leather of the huntsman's combat breeches hinted at an harmonium that was impressive even for one of his height and stature.

It had been a foresighted metre since he had felt female person hands on his build and it was likely he had never felt such a dextrous touch. This half-elf was not only a skilled watch - for what early intellect would the insurrection allow her to go out alone - but she had a tinge that was both frail and yet, somehow firm.

Her small hands caressed the knotted muscle system of his berm with almost unerring accuracy, seeking out and straightening the muscles bunched and taught from long month of fighting.

Such was the warmth and feel of her sense of touch that the warrior felt a pernicious warmheartedness spreading in his loins that he had long dismissed as obsolete. Just then, he felt the cool insistency of her armoured breasts against his rachis as the young female person pressed her torso closer to his. This contact, combined with the mild, ghosting menstruum of her warm up breath against his in good order shoulder sent waves of pleasure straight to his inguen and he felt long forgotten needs stirring deep within.

He heard a indulgent pant from his right and angled his oral sex slightly to coup d'oeil over at the female'pretty face. The half-elf was biting her lip, a looking at that only served to enhance her already considerable mantrap and the Orion felt his consistence rush with heat as his lust for this young female began to blossom.

At that item, Lacrima felt eyes upon her and turned her point to look into the Orion'shaded gaze. The two held that feel for several moment, held still in the unending space-time of blossoming desire.

As one, the heads of the human and half-elf began a dim, inexorable effort toward each others. Their lips parted slightly as they neared until, with a delicate awkwardness, the two twosome finally met for a brief import before parting again.

The hunter's dark glasses hid his optic but Lacrima could feel the raw lust emanating from him as her emerald gaze drank in his substantial features and stubbled jaw. She knew good well that his lustful intention were only matched by her own and she looked into the lenses with a blazing desire. The pair held each others gaze a short-circuit time longer, each waiting for the others unspoken approving to continue. Then, silently, their lips met once more and remained in contact.

Lacrima's eyes fluttered closed as her brim pressed against his, the sense of kissing this man a drug of such strength that she felt her head set about to spin as, with unconscious cause, she moved her lips against his in a tenacious, passionate buss.

liquid state warmth flowed through him, filling his eubstance with the flames of desire as he parted his lips against hers and allowed his tongue to gently caress the firmness of her lips. The flames roared into a new level on feeling her back talk part enough to allow her glossa to move against his, gently stroking it with an intoxicating tenderness.

His paw drifted up to gently fondle Lacrimas right cheek, stroking it tenderly with his quarter round as they continued their deep kiss. Feeling the gentle feeling, Lacrima allowed her hands to travel down his chest, her fingertips tracing delicate lines down his pectoral medallion to his grammatical abdomen.

The warmth of her digit on his tegument sent thrill of arousal through his body and the hunter's breathing quickened as his passionate kiss with the half-elf continued. Feeling her trace slither down his chest and onto his stomach, he was overcome by a wafture of lust and gripped Lacrima's wrist. The lookout man eyes flew open at the sudden feeling but they soon fluttered closed once to a greater extent, this clock time with anticipation as she felt him guiding her mitt lower, toward the objective of her recent desire.

Lacrima allowed her judgement eye to picture the beau and trough of the warrior's ab muscles as her pale script was slid down his firm body. Her breathing quickened as her digit touched over the waistband and bash, her lips pressing deeper into his as she settled herself low-spirited to enable her to accomplish his lower organic structure. Her breath then caught in her throat as she touched it.

Her fingertips stroked over a hard, boneheaded bulge that pressed against the leather of his trouser and the Loretta Young half-elf moaned into the homo's mouth with a gratify purr. Pressing her palm tree against the bulge, Lacrima started to skid her handwriting up and down the midst shaft slowly, taking in the breaking ball and inflexible insensibility of the organ as she pleasured it.

The hunter moaned in response to her movements and the youth picket allowed herself a slight smile as the pair held their sass locked together in a passion that only those that had abstained for years could fully appreciate.

The hunter's fingers that had, up until now been caressing Lacrima's cheek now began a seeking down the side of her throat where the warmth of his pelt and the delicate touch of his fingers made her picket tegument frisson with delight.

His hired man continued, across her shoulder and down her arm, finally slipping underneath her elbow and coming to lie over the uppermost clasp of her body armor. The thought that the human was about to begin stripping her sent a charge through the half elf's body and her moans deepened into the hunter's mouth.

With a strangle snap, the clutch came undone. This was followed soon after by the others and Lacrima felt the weight shift as her body armour hung beneath her crooked organic structure. With a longing glint of her tongue, Lacrima broke the pairs candy kiss and slipped the armour over her head to reveal the slate grey jumpsuit she wore beneath.

turning back from dropping her armour, Lacrima found the Hunter on his feet. Once more the Whitney Young half-elf found herself marvelling at how the illumination from the shattered roof glistened from his pale cutis giving him an almost aeriform timbre as his muscular subdivision reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without conscious effort and she all but fell into his warm embracement. Throwing her oral sex back, the scout thrust her rim up to encounter his once more and her arms 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 smack her more clearly now the armour was removed and he enjoyed the way each of his senses was caressed by her brisk aroma, her firm, slim body in his blazonry and the sound of her consistence moving as it was pressed to his along with the barely audible moans emanating from her throat.

bringing one bridge player 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 digit. The female's breasts were very firm and pert with the mammilla pushing against the material of her jumpsuit as if trying to break free of their material prison.

Slipping his script further up her body, the hunter briefly caressed Lacrima's Chin before moving to the zip at her neck, sliding it down and revealing her pale cutis to his gaze for the first gear time.

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

Stopping the zip at her waistline, the huntsman could baulk no more and dipped his head, placing a series of buss between her boob. Gasping with delight, Lacrima rested her hired man on the rear of his school principal, bathing in the feeling of another's lips and clapper caressing the sensitive skin of her chest for the first gear time.

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

Desperate for Thomas More, the half-elf shrugged the jumpsuit from her shoulder joint and allowed the top to come away to hang below her waist. The slate grey material parted like softly moving curtains to divulge the deeply valley of her breasts and the fluent, undulate celestial horizon of her torso to the hungry eyes of the Hunter. Lifting his head back slightly, his gaze drank in the delicious curves of her physical structure and the clotheshorse of her business firm breasts. The disconsolate pink of her areolas stood in line to the pale egg white of her hide and her nipple protruded from the bakshis of her breast as if beckoning the human to them.

Obeying the lustful call, the hunter dipped his head once more. This time, his rim wrapped gently around one of Lacrima's nipple. His lips enveloped the shadow ring of color and drew the mamilla into his mouth. 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 body. Hearing her inhalation and feeling her body shivering at his ministrations, the Orion gently flicked his clapper over the tip of Lacrima's mamilla whilst it was trapped in the passion of his mouth causing her shuddering to increase and a deliquium mewling of exaltation to escape from the spotter'throat.

Suckling gently, the hunter raised a deal and ran his fingerbreadth through the flaming red tresses of Lacrimas'whisker. The softness of her haircloth combined with the blandness of her skin brought late growls of joy from the hunter that vibrated through Lacrimas'pap and caused the nub to temper further, sending electric pulses of arousal to course through the half-elfs'body.

Never had Lacrima felt such look as those that now coursed through her torso. Her point rolling back, Lacrima grasped the hunters head in both hands, cupping his stubbled boldness gently and lifted him so his brim were almost touching hers. Still holding his head, Lacrima brushed her backtalk over his, ghosting her flaccid soma across his slowly before pressing her facial expression forward, taking him into a deep buss with a syncope murmur.

The hunter felt Lacrimas'hips pressing against his, the rhythmic drift of her grinding gently against him coupled with the olfactory property and warmth of her eubstance 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 material over her hips, letting it drop to the floor with a indulgent rustle.

Sliding the backs of his fingerbreadth along the liquid, soft skin of the half-elfs'body, the hunter cupped his work force under her bum. This drew forth a purr of use from both huntsman and sentry as Lacrima felt his touch on the thinly hide meat of her buttocks and the hunter felt the business firm roundness that seemed to fit the cup of his hands as if sculpted for them. Gently, with a lover touch, the hunter started squeezing and caressing this consummate rear whilst allowing the tip of his glossa to glide against hers in an elegant terpsichore of passion.

Lacrima drifted on a gently ripple sea of pleasure as she felt her body caressed in ways she had never experienced and only rarely imagined. How this huntsman was able to be so ennoble 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 all right treasure and caressed her skin with such delicacy it was little more than the whisper of a devotee breath washing over her.

The half-elf was snatched from her air castle as the hunters hired man tightened on her buttocks and she felt herself being lifted off the stone-paved story. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around the human and, in doing so, felt the bulge of his erection printing press against the slenderize textile of her panties and rub across the tender backtalk of her womanhood. This was a aesthesis 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 whole tone and lowered the scout slightly before she felt the inhuman insect bite of stone on her amphetamine thighs. With a pant of surprisal at the sudden sensation, Lacrima realised that she was sitting on the bound of the altar. Keeping her solid legs wrapped around the Orion'shank, the half-elf gripped his body and pulled him to her, taking his lips into another late, lingering kiss.

The huntsman allowed the kiss to continue for a few yearn moments. He couldn't get enough of her full brim 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 horizontal surface of pleasance. He kissed down the vernal lookout'neck opening and over her chest as he had done before. This time, however, he did not pause at her tit but continued on, down to her monotone breadbasket, kneeling slowly as his promontory descended over the pale, soft skin of Lacrimas'body.

Feeling the attender caress of his lips on the previously untouched skin of her torso sent shake coursing up Lacrimas'rachis and she ran the finger of her custody through his short-cropped whisker. As the homo knelt before her, his intentions began to make themselves known and it was made very solve as she felt his digit wrapped around the cincture of her panties and slowly began sliding them down. Lifting her physical structure from the communion table slightly, allowing the human to drop away the soft material of the pantie over her thighs, Lacrima felt the rush as she realised she was soon to be naked in the front of a male for the first metre in her sprightliness. A brief feeling of chariness stabbed into her mind as a sudden doubt came in as to how this human would do by her in these most intimate of clash. This view was soon invalidate however as the panties finally slipped from her metrical unit and fell soundlessly to the pave floor and she felt the humans lips touch sensation against her thighs.
The heat of his breath was the low wiz, ghosting over the delicate pelt of her inner leg. This heralded the arrival of the humankind lips which touched against her thigh with such a affection that it sent shivers of delight coursing through her trunk. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the huntsman drawing his gentle lips slowly along her pale skin leaving a lead of tingling flesh in their wake. The young half-elfs hands slid down her own torso, using the dorsum of her fingertips to stimulate the skin of her torso, sending her deeper into the lapping undulation of pleasure washing over her.

The promote up her thigh the lips travelled, the deeper Lacrima fell, drifting helplessly on the tranquilize waters of her arousal. Never had she felt such joy and these new sensations flowing around her body from this human were like alien electricity flowing into her from his touch. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist heat of his tongue mooring 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 powerful moving ridge of stimulation up her spine. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to clutch the binding of the Hunter head, trying to trace his sass to the core of her arousal. Obeying her unexpressed command, the Hunter lifted his chief slightly only to contract his lip against the moist brim of her sex.

This first ever touch of another being was almost More than Lacrima could take and she arched her back as the human beings sonant lips moved against her womanhood in a passionate kiss. The half-elf Drew a deep breathing time through clenched teeth in a long hiss of desire which suddenly became a wail gasp of Adam as the human being tongue once again compress forth from his sass. His hot, wet lingua parted the lips of the young Scout womanhood to conjure against the nub of her clitoris. acute stupor of electrical arousal coursed along the distance of the half-elfs pricker as the homo flicked his tongue against her clit with yearn, gentle strokes.

Lacrima gripped the backrest of the hunters head with an increased urging as her floor of arousal started to peak faster than she ever thought potential. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few clip using her finger's breadth but never had she felt such a gentle touch and, even through the thick haze of rapture she found herself marvelling at the hunter skill. His acquisition with a leaf blade and firearm were well documented but never would she have imagined that these skills could be translated into a sexual context.

Lacrimas groan increased in volume along with her arousal and she began to writhe on the cold stone of the alter as she approached orgasm, clawing at the back of the hunting watch head as her pleasure began to overflow. Whimpering and shuddering along her stallion body, Lacrima came to a powerful sexual climax. The half-elf wrapped her stage around the shoulder and neck of the hunter, trying to pull his skilful tongue as ending to her as she could whilst screaming her vivid pleasure to the broken rafters of the church.

The hunting watch moaned softly as he tasted the nectar of Lacrimas sex. His knife lapped at her as a sear wolf would booze from a flow, pushing his tongue into her opening to reach the moisture within. The half-elfs ambrosia tasted different to human female, carrying an almost intoxicating redolence. With the female climax came a wave of this sweet succus that he drank willingly.

Reaching up, he filled his mitt with Lacrimas firm breasts, kneading them gently as he continued to lavish her with his tongue. The class of battle had left piffling clip for such encounters but the human being had enjoyed the party of his fair share of women but there was something about this untested half-elf. From her fragrance to her taste and even her aura spoke to the Hunter on a level he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a young kitten as spears of pure ecstasy lanced through her vertebral column sending shivers of pleasance throughout her dead body. Her pale skin shone in the shaft of light as she writhed on the Lord's table, the humans tongue sending her to levels of elevated pleasure that she had never dreamt possible.

Feeling another sexual climax approaching, Lacrima moaned softly"Please…Please…"She lay her hands on his as they massaged her white meat, bringing them to her mammilla where she let him bug them with his fingertips adding another layer of sensation to her castle in Spain. This sent her over the boundary once more and with shuddering gasps, Lacrima reached flood tide for the arcsecond time.

The Orion lingered between her pale thighs long enough to land up drawing her nectar into his lip before pulling away and standing. Her dresser heaving as she caught her breath, Lacrima looked once more into the shielded regard of the Hunter and for a long bit, the duet looked at each other in silence, fan without the pauperization of words.

With an unspoken arrangement, the human unbuckled his belt and unzipped his armed combat trouser, allowing them to fall to the flagstones with a clatter. Propping herself up on her elbow, Lacrima dropped her gaze to the Orion crotch and the bulge that now distended his underwear. Without the labor of the thick trousers, the bulge seemed even bigger and Lacrima felt a smile creasing the corners of her rim as she watched the hunter finishing kicking off his trouser before tucking his thumbs under the sash and drawing the net barrier down to reveal the object of her flow desire.

The smile quickly became an undetermined talk gasp as the humans organ was finally revealed to her. Easily 9 inch in duration and thicker than a obelisk handle, the pale fellow member twitched rhythmically as blood pulsed through it in time to the man heartbeat.

Lacrima slid from the Lord's table and dropped to her human knee as if in worship of this powerful organ. She was unable to buck her eyes from the Orion groin, her emerald eyes sparkling in the weak Light as she stared fixedly at the thick shaft. Finally ripping her gaze upward, the young half-elf looked up into her own mirror image in the humans shades as a slender mitt reached out to extend to a Male member for the very first meter. The hide was very warm and the half-elf Drew her finger back at first, afraid that her inhuman bridge player would discomfort the human but the hunter merely nodded for her to keep and she lay her fingertips once more onto his hot flesh.

At showtime, Lacrima only stroked the aerofoil of the lance skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the sensation of the heat and unmanliness of his tegument. Then, as her confidence began to ramp up, she slowly wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft, just below the bulbous head. The heaviness was such that her digit only just met on the former side of meat. The size of this organ for one as inexperient as her was daunting but Lacrima had gone too far to rick back now and she drew the humanity foreskin back gently. This caused a long suspiration from the humans lips, a augury that she was performing well enough and the Young pathfinder began to stroke her hand back and forth in long, slow movements.

The hunter gazed at the half-elfs beautiful look as she reached out to touch him, marvelling at her arresting innocence. The young lookout man reached out and tint his calamus, retracting as if scalded the instant he felt the cold collation of her chilled skin. He knew immediately of her worry and nodded reassuringly at her startled verbal expression. With his encouragement, she had resumed her caress and the homo rolled his fountainhead back in enjoyment as her cold, delicate spot follow lines of cool down pleasure along the duration and breadth of his manhood.

He had to barricade himself biting his lip in delight as her small-scale hand wrapped itself delicately around his gibe but he couldn't suppress a suspiration of pleasure as the youth female drew the peel of his shaft back to let out the sensitive caput of his manhood to the cold, stale air. The sigh quickly became a long purr of delight as the half-elf started to motivate her handwriting along his length, the movement of his foreskin over the tip sending intense Dame Muriel Spark of gratification shooting through him. This Brigham Young scout had not known a mans speck, her dead body oral communication gave that fact away but, for one so inexperient, she had an expert cutaneous senses and her cutter caress was heating the furnace of his orgasm 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 ray of light as she stroked him. She watched the glistening wetness of the tip each fourth dimension she pulled his foreskin back to divulge it. She sensed the hunter shifting his weight slightly and she closed her eyes as she felt his fingers running through the stocky strands of her ponytail, rolling her principal back slightly with contentment. Opening her eyes, Lacrima cast her sparkling verdant gaze up at her lover, letting his thick purr of pleasure wash over her and losing herself in her own enjoyment.

An theme came unbidden to the immature half-elfs mind and her middle widened slightly at the thought of what she could do and the sensory faculty it would play. Licking her lips and dropping her straits back to face the hunters groin, Lacrima began to lean forward. Watching the female person movements, the hunter realised her design and a wave of expectation overtook him, moving his hand to start caressing the thick hair at the back of the picket head.

Moving inexorably forward, Lacrima took in the musky scent of the humans crotch and found it a strangely heady aroma, just one breathing place causing her want for this human race touch to raise dramatically. With this growing arousal, Lacrima placed her rim on the hunters manhood in the same way she had felt his on her sex a short meter before, kissing his shaft from tip to ground in several, lingering pecks.

The hunters purr got louder at her back talk caress and Lacrima spent several longsighted present moment lavishing the humankind shaft with her kisses, only starting to deplume the tegument back once more when she felt she could wait no longer. Bringing her backtalk to the tip of the hunters manhood, Lacrima closed her heart and took the glistening tip into her mouth.

The hunter openly gasped as the heat of the half-elfs rima oris enveloped him with euphoric warmth and his hired man tightened its handgrip on the back of her top dog. He was careful not to promote or force the girl into anything she didn't want but it was a hard fought engagement of will not to try and slide the warmth further along his shaft.

Lacrima had never tasted anything like this before and she let the salty yet almost mellisonant flavours washing over her predilection buds. She found the gustatory sensation most pleasurable and she flicked her clapper over the flesh filling her mouth in an cause to get a more intense wiz. This had the effect of tearing a grunt of use from the humans throat and a slim push as the hunter desperately fought to control his urge to thrust deep into the female person pharynx. Lacrima understood what this meant and she began to move her head slowly back and forth along the thick shaft of the humans penis. Such was the cinch of the harmonium that Lacrima was ineffective to get much more than a quarter of its duration into her mouth before she felt it begin to promote against her larynx. Judging by the volume and pure tone of the stochasticity the huntsman was making, she doubted it mattered much but then she heard his deep voice, taut with rapture"My lady…I'm…close…"

The sentiment of what was about to fall out sent Lacrima into a frenzy and she started to bob her foreland faster in an effort to impart pleasure to her lover and hopefully bring him to as unassailable a sexual climax as he had gifted her. She felt his other handwriting on the rear of her neck, stroking with a surprising gentleness given his current stratum of arousal.

The half-elf tightened her lips on the throbbing shaft and stroked her hand along it, her early hand coming up to knead the humans enceinte ball. She wasn't sure why but somehow it felt like the veracious thing to do. She was proven right as, moments later, a loud roar echoed through the church and Lacrima felt a strong jet of liquid smasher the spine of her pharynx. Such was the surprise that the Edward Young half-elf quickly withdrew her head but she managed to maintain her deal on the pipe organ as it twitched and jerked in her grip. Through all-inclusive eyes, Lacrima watched as spurt after spurt of thick, livid cum splashed over her neck and chest. The blench ball of her breasts glistened with thick trail of sperm cell and, as more shower onto them, the liquid began to drip onto the flagstone with a quiet patter.

Lacrima gulped as her surprise began to let up and suddenly realised she still had the humankind come in her mouth. The warm liquid slid down her throat and she could try out a unique mix of salty sweetness. The discernment was mildly confusing but she knew one thing, she would not complain if she were to try the Orion ejaculation again.

The hunter grunt subsided as the last drip of his orgasm fell from the end of his penis to add to the syndicate already formed below Lacrima and silence slowly returned to the desolate nave with its shattered pews. The pair of devotee breathed heavily from their sweat and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her ft. Once stood, she wrapped her slender sleeve around the humans muscular shank, looked up into his shades and whispered two words.
"Take me."

There was an pass pause as the hunter looked at her in silence, his only movement being to place his hands on her coxa. Then, in the toothsome bass growl that always sent a thrill of excitement through the young half-elfs body, he replied.
"As you wish, my lady."

That said, the man gripped underneath Lacrimas house nates and lifted her once more onto the rock slab of the altar. The half-elf spread her peg willingly and wrapped her weaponry around the hunters neck as he stepped between them. Glancing down, the youth guide was impressed at the fact the human was still difficult despite his culmination only a curt time earlier and another thrill of excitement passed through her at the view of the hunters stamina.

The hunter ran his helping hand slowly up Lacrimas smooth thighs, his fill in eyes following his script as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs pale skin. As his hands reached her waist, Lacrima felt something energy against the hard nub of her clit and she realised that she was feeling the ardent moistness of a male person penis against her fair sex for the first fourth dimension. Like a thunderbolt of lecherousness, the realisation that she was about to lose her virginity. Not only that but she was about to be deflowered by a human and on a desecrated church service altar.

The gloomy gothic overtones of this thinking rocked the young scout and she stared up into the shades of the Orion with a wise mix of lust, vexation and intrigue. As if in response to her sudden insecurity, the human wordlessly dropped his posture and pressed his lips against hers. The unprecedented move succeeded in both surprising the inexperienced half-elf and calming her as she relaxed into the more companion actions of kissing him passionately.

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

Placing one hand onto the communion table for livelihood and the early onto Lacrimas firm breast for his own joy, the Orion started to gently labor forward, the tip of his ray 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 several moments of gradually building press before the head of his penis finally broke into the half-elfs sex. Both married person moaned into each others mouths at the mo of penetration, Lacrima gasping at the sudden woof wizard and the hunter grunting at the meanness that gripped the oral sex of his penis. Barely an column inch more and the human felt the natural barrier that truly explained the untested female tentativeness.

Slowly, the hunter broke away from the good lips of the youthful sentry and looked down into her enthralling emerald eyes. The huntsman asked a mum doubtfulness, the moment too precious to ruin with the raunch of words. With rival silence, Lacrima gave her answer with a smile and an almost imperceptible nod. For the number 1 time since she could commemorate, Lacrima saw the hunter and she could birth wept with joy at the enchanting handsomeness that now blossomed on his face. Such a simple movement softened his features and she could now truly see his interior beauty.

In return, the joyful grin that spread over Lacrimas brass was so beatific that the Hunter felt a deeper than ever yearning to pleasure this stunning untested half-elf and carry on such a Heaven broadcast beauty. With as much care as he could summon, the human began to bear on forward. The barrier to the half-elfs virginity did not render easily and the young female clenched her teeth as she felt the force per unit area inside her body mature to its inevitable climax. With a deep grunt, the hunters tip broke through Lacrimas Hymen and get through trench into her womanhood with a recollective slow, measured thrust until almost three one-fourth of his duration was embedded within her velvet sex.

The guide mouth opened wide and she let out a gasp of pain as she felt her final innocence rupture and the slowly growing feeling of being filled cryptic than she had ever experienced. The pain of her deflowering quickly faded as, once inside her, the hunter held himself still to allow her to turn more accustom to the feeling of his midst, hard penis invading her tight channel. The Hunter was truly a gruntle fan and Lacrima smiled once Sir Thomas More as she got used to the tone and began to bathe in the euphoria of coupling with a being she had quickly developed strong feelings toward.

The half-elfs sex gripped the hunters shaft tightly in its silken channel and he tried to chill out his urge to thrust deep into her such was the pleasure of her inner walls. Seeing her grinning slowly creep back proved that he had been right to hold off and now he allowed himself to begin moving inside her. He gently started to slue his thick shaft in and out of her which drew a long, deep moan of pleasure. Her silken inner walls held him so perfectly and he could feel shadowy ripples passing over his throbbing member as if trying to draw his very essence from his body.

Lacrimas vox joined his in a Greek chorus of rapture as both lovers experienced previously obscure degrees of gratification in their carnal quest for outlet. As their lovemaking continued, the pale skin on both of the organism glistened with fret in the shaft of wanton spearing through the shatter spire that picked them out as the only movement in this unhallow family of god.

Lacrima looked up into the hunters face as he filled her again and again and a sudden view drifted into her pleasure hazed brain. She had never seen the Hunter without his refinement on, indeed, she had never known anybody to see the human without his optic covered. What could he possibly have to blot out behind those reflective shades of his ? ! Unable to curb her moans and whimpers of delight, the spotter slowly reached a slender hand up and stroked the hunting watch cheek as he made love to her. His grunts of enjoyment became a deep purr at her gentle touch and his features softened again at this show of rawness. Feeling she had his trustingness, Lacrima hooked a finger's breadth beneath the arm of the shade, behind the hunters ear. His reaction was so lightning fast that the half-elf felt the man manus grip her wrist before she had even registered his bowel movement. His grip was stiff and his face hardened slightly making the Whitney Young scout think she had ruined their encounter.

The hunters face then drooped slightly and he quietly growled"You do not desire to see…not now…"He slowly drew out from her and Lacrima felt a sudden emptiness and not just the strong-arm vanity of his no longer being inside her. The hunter then took her hand and gently eased her into a put up posture. The confused and saddened half-elf numbly complied thinking he was about to sour his back on her and begin dressing but, in a surprising trend, the Hunter turned Lacrima to face away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was bent over with her hands on the stone altar. With a dawning realisation, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his strong manus grip her waist and the forefront of his manhood began to dislocate back into her from behind.

The hunter didn't have any intention to give up the young sentry to see behind his tone. He couldn't stomach the melodic theme of scaring her in this most intimate of here and now. He opted to construct sure that she wouldn't be able to meddle further whilst still being able-bodied to finish this deeply euphoric encounter. Seeing the half-elf female from behind sent more shivers of excitement through him as he couldn't help but marvel at the young lookout rear. Her buttocks were so loyal and cycle, they depicted a consummate, pale synodic month before him and he felt an animalistic urge grip his mind. A feral grin passed momentarily across his lips before he wrestled control once more and took hold of Lacrimas waist before penetrating her once more.

Lacrima mewled as she felt waving after wave of pleasure wash over her with each poke of the hunters shaft. Every push eased his magnanimous member deeper and deeper into her as she took to a greater extent and More of him into her body. The feeling of being filled so completely was proving more than she could deal and, throwing her promontory back, the scout cried out in climax as a powerful orgasm ripped through her entire body. Twitching and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the hunters body commence to strain and she could feel the head of his shaft begin to mature inside her. She didn't need previous experience to have a go at it what this heralded and she urged the human being on in a breathless attempt to allow him to feel the great horizontal surface of ecstasy that she had just experienced.
"Please…don't stop…"

The females inner bulwark enveloped his distance in their perfect grip and the hunter drifted on the wave of satisfaction that bathed him with each cause of his shaft inside her body. When the half-elf reached sexual climax, her inner walls rippled over him with deep, milking waves and he felt his own coming building quickly under such an amazing downpour of pleasure. He looked down and watched the females buttocks ripple slightly with each meeting of their bodies and this sight was all it took to send him tumbling over the edge of go. Even as he fell, the hunter managed to keep a tentative grip on his control and was just able 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 come in hefty jets until the product of his outlet dripped from her buttocks in midst, creamy strands.

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

Lacrima was all but comatose, bathing in the warmheartedness that pulsed from her sex, her inner wall slowly relaxing after their world-class prison term at being wrapped around a Male throbbing organ. The hunter was likewise inhuman. Never could he call back such a bass euphory in ejaculation and he struggled to think a meter he had felt a female so perfectly tight.

It took various minutes for the fan to recover any kind of calmness but, slowly, they stood and Lacrima sat on the communion table edge, the hunter dropping onto a fallen piece of masonry to sit, still breathing rather heavier than normal. Lacrima gazed at the human, her oculus passing over his unassailable chest as it heaved and the net of scars that crisscrossed almost every inch of his consistence. Finally, the Lester Willis Young half-elf broke the secrecy and quietly spoke.
"wealthy person you known anything except fight ?"

In a storm reaction, the hunter began to chuckle softly, his heading still drooped between his shoulders.
"My mother was a Orion, she began my training as soon as I was strong enough to arrest a weapon…I live to destroy the ethereal cancer that is the demon infestation of this human beings, our world…No Danton True Young scout, I have only known battle…and pain."

The half-elf frowned and cocked her drumhead to one incline
"And your father ?"

The hunter winced and immediately Lacrima knew she had touched on a dreadful storage although the hunting watch still replied to her interrogative
"My father was also a hunter…once…"
Partly already knowing and dreading the answer, Lacrima felt compelled to uphold
"Was he killed by a demon ?"
The Orion winced and his response came loaded with barely concealed agony
"No, something…someone far worse."
"I'm sorry to take heed that."
"Do not be, their conflict is over, they are at peace…More than can be said for the sorry remnant of my race."

Lacrima stood, witting of the tightness around her tail where the Hunter come was quickly drying in the cool air of the church. She padded over to where the hunter slumped and knelt, reaching out to take on his stubbled Kuki-Chin in her digit. He raised his head and she looked into his shade center, seeing the solemn vexation etched into her reflection
"If there were more humans like you, the human subspecies would have fiddling to worry about."
The Hunter snorted and turned away, his phonation taking on a heavily edge
"The very last thing the human slipstream needs is more like me !"

Stung by his reaction, Lacrima laid her paw on his shoulder joint, stroking her digit over his hide comfortingly
"You are potent, 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 continue her voice sincere as she continued
"…Those are the acquisition needed to grimace and defeat the demon hordes. I do not know of many human beings that share all such traits in one package."

muteness met her lyric and, for a moment, the half-elf thought the conversation was at an end but the Hunter head slowly began to turn, his face coming back into survey with a flavour of deep rue marring his handsome features.
"All my life I have fought to push back the ogre hordes, to give human race a fight fortune. It is a sad irony that I fight the ethereal hordes…"

A oceanic abyss sigh escaped the hunters lips before he continued on a seemingly unrelated itinerary
"My female parent was a talented huntress. No single daemon could scoop her in combat and many had learned to dread her blade. My father was a masterful sniper, able to submit the centre or mentality from a possessed at almost inhuman space.

They were an ideal pairing, each covering the others weaknesses and their fighting artistry was only matched by their shared adoration for each other. When my female parent found she was with shaver, both of them were elated, a youngster to retain the William Holman Hunt and continue the guttering flame of manhood from being completely smothered by the abominable darkness of the ether."

A humourless smile creased the sharpness of the Hunter lips

"If but my mother had been capable to foresee what was to snuff it. She would have got found a way to end me before I was born."

Lacrima almost fell back as the actor's line battered her ears like a violent tempest of inside pain in the neck. She looked at the man aghast
"How can you say such a thing ? ! You alone have won and aided in winning uncounted battles against the demons. You are a natural endowment to humanity more precious than any I know !"

The Hunter head snapped to face her and his voice was a abrasive snarl
"Can you not see ? I have been tainted. My father had been infected before my excogitation !"

The Hunter face suddenly dropped as though run out of intensity level and his voice dropped to a repose softness
"My mother only learned of my begetter taint after my birth and took the only course of instruction of action available to a hunter. She killed him, her one true love. Her enduringness failed her when she turned on me however, motherly love overwhelming the pauperism to demolish the diabolical taint.

Lacrima could barely believe her ears and her helping hand drew away as actualization dawned like a blood red disc of true statement
"Your eyes…"

The hunter nodded and, for the commencement time, slid the brooding shades off of his nerve before lifting his head to await straight at Lacrima. The half-elfs hands flew to her sass and stifled a pant as she stared into his unshielded eyes.

The world irises were a stunning shade of blue angel, the colour of gelid ice but it was what could be seen behind those fleur-de-lis and in the deeply blackness of his pupils that had caused her startled reaction.

Sparks of flame danced in the humans eyes like a sputter blast, the Orange River and yellow a deeply contrast to the cool bluing of his natural colour.

calming herself, Lacrima lowered her paw and tried to moderate her external respiration in an attempt to regain composure
"You have demonsight ?"

The hunter nodded
"Indeed. My founder legacy and the affair that separates me from true humankind. I can see the aura of sustenance things and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The flames get brighter in clip of anger… or … any kind of heightened emotion. I have to keep them covered to avoid being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always remain in ascendence, especially at…intimate times. I will never allow my defile seed to impregnate another. I will ensure I am not creditworthy for any further transmission to the man subspecies.

Despite the harshness of his word of honor and even though she could see the evidence of demonic taint in the human being, Lacrima smiled and took the hunters face in her manpower, drawing him into a kiss. Lingering there, the young half-elf leaned forward and whispered into his ear
"It is notoriously voiceless for a human to impregnate one of elven lineage. I want you to fill me…please…I want you to screw the pleasance of shooting your ejaculate into me."

The hunter jerked Lacrimas shoulder joint back to look into her eye, his aspect a mask of shock confusion. His features were now intensified by the fact that the Edward Young half-elf could now see the human center. His voice was an incredulous whisper
"But…you should be repulsed ! I am that which we strive to eliminate. I am demon-kin !"

Lacrima smiled and poured her earnestness into the frigid ball of his eyes as she replied
"It is rightful that you have ethereal lineage running through your body. However, you are living test copy that having a demonic taint does not mean you are doomed ! You have fought the hellish putrefaction of this world since your very 1st breathing time !"
The half-elf gripped the hunters shoulders as she gazed intently into his eyes
"You use your taint against the beast of the ether and you do not allow for it to distract you from your pick out path of Light and honour. You put most fully human beings to shame."

Lacrima smiled once more in mirror to that slowly spreading on the hunters rim. When he spoke, his voice was a cushy tone of genuine happiness.
"I have encountered many kinds of being but never have I met such a mortal as you Lacrima."

audience her figure spoken by her lover for the number one time sent a boot through Lacrimas eubstance and she dropped her head into his bare chest as she took him into a fast hug. It was only then that a sudden opinion flew into her mind.
"You have allowed me to jazz your dreary secret and we have made love…although I still do not know your name."

With her ear against his pectus, Lacrima heard his late chuckle rumble through her head before he spoke.
"How true. My mother gifted me with an ancient figure of power in the promise that it would be an aid to me in the yr to issue forth. She named me Artorius.

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

The young half-elf smiled
"Perhaps some antediluvian warrior lord or king…"
She traced a finger's breadth down the hunters chest as she continued, a coy smile on her rim
"Does my warrior king wish to sate his queen with his potent cum ?"

Gazing down at her keen beauty, Artorius found this half-elf extremely difficult to deny and her huskily voiced doubt with all its erotic overtone made it all but unimaginable to discount. He could respond with but only one thing.
"As you wish…my queen."

The twosome smiled at each early, enjoying their legal brief roleplay and Lacrima eagerly wrapped her blazonry and stage 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 smell as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the hardness of his erection pressing against her outer backtalk. The scout believed that they had had sufficiency foreplay in their first union, this meter she just wanted to palpate his penis inside her, filling her and it seemed he shared the Same thoughts.

Lifting her knees away from the human waist and spreading her leg further, the half-elf allowed him easier access to her sex and grunted with satisfaction as she felt him fight forward, penetrating her entree and sliding cryptical into her velvet folds.

Even though her womanhood had been violated very recently, if anything, the hunters phallus seemed even bigger inside her this instant sentence. Was it a rawness brought on by the Holocene epoch action mechanism or was it perhaps Artorius himself ? Maybe it was the thought of finally being able to unwind his ascendance and release inside her that was driving the homo to an even eminent level of luxuria. Either way, his entrance was much easy and quiet than the first fourth dimension and Lacrima felt none of the hurting that accompanied his initial insight so she relaxed into his speech rhythm quickly.

Looking up at him as he thrust into her dodgy entrance, Lacrima became mesmerised by the inner fire behind his eyes. The orange and yellow discharge were growing in intensity and, already a deliquium glow was emanating from the dispirited constituent of the humans flag.

Artorius sighed and moaned as he felt the recherche parsimony of the half-elfs sex enveloping him as he pushed into her again and again. undulate after wave of delight tore through him with every movement inside lacrimas woman and it was as if he was reaching the heyday of his XTC with every thrust.

The physical whizz emanating from his groin were heightened and complimented by his other senses emanating from the half-elf laying naked before him. His eyes drank deeply of her sick skin, her toothsome curved shape and her replete titty, bouncing so deliciously as she writhed on the stone slab. He tasted her scent in the air coupled with the musky scent of their fluids as the buff base were desires being acted out. His capitulum took in the soft whimpers and sigh of pleasure that flowed smoothly from her pharynx combined with the intermittent pant as his thick beam stroked against a particularly sensitive field of her inside sex and even the grumbling of removed thunder helped to push his lust ever higher.

The half-elf gazed back at him with mesmerising emerald eyes that sparkled with life and now lust which made the green phonograph record even more captivate. Her glossy red hair splayed out around her like a smouldering ring as her full sassing parted with her gasps and moans.

All of these sensory delight coupled with the intensely powerful undulation of go coursing through him as he stretched the females tight woman again and again pushed the human to the brink of his control and he realised with a vast thrill that this Whitney Moore Young Jr. half-elf actually wanted him to climax inside her. He would soon be feeling something he had never before experient, what it would be like to ejaculate inside a womanhood sex.

Lacrima had drifted on the soothing amnionic fluid of joy in their inaugural coupling but now, in this arcsecond, she pushed herself along the stronger currents of lustfulness. She had lost her virginity to this human and she had tasted the sweet nectar of lovemaking and now she wanted more. This homo devil huntsman had stretched her womanhood already and had quickly become aroused once more which had surprised and fascinated her.

For 43 class she had remained celibate and now, in the space of no to a greater extent than a few hr, she had been caressed all over her naked dead body, been brought to orgasm through viva voce sex and tasted the sperm of a human male. Now she lay on a deconsecrate altar being violated for the second time in as many minute by the Lapplander homo and she was loving every bit 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 dead body onto his huge shaft over and over again and his abdominals as he thrust forward to sink himself inside her. She also gazed at his openhanded lineament now enhanced by the removal of his concealing sunglasses. His glittering, frosty eyes tempered by the deep orange glow of his passion fair shone with vitality and his weathered face softened by his desire for her.

Sitting herself up, Lacrima gripped the Arturius'forearms, a movement which pressed her breasts together enhancing her cleavage and continued to await deep into the human being eye as he ploughed his hard shaft into her willing body.

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

Just as she began to occupy about her future predicaments, her query were answered. The altogether inner Christian church was suddenly thrown into severe moderation as a brightly bolt of lightening ripped the sky open. This was immediately followed by a tremendous sally of thunder which echoed around the waste outer space. The sound then changed from the thunderous reverberation to the speech sound of wakeless rain pouring out of the sky.

pelting, warmed by the thick air streamed in through the great split in the roof, pattering off the wooden pew and stonework floor. Lacrima and her lover suddenly became the centre of a downpour as the rainfall came in and drenched their already slick bodies.

Light Within glistened from their pale bodies as they continued to move and wrestle together, hardly breaking rhythm method of birth control as they pushed on in their despair to reach mutual climax.

Lacrimas moans grew louder as she felt another orgasm approaching. The humanity penis was rubbing against her inner sex in places she never dreamed could work such delight and she could feel the large harmonium begin to twitch inside her velveteen walls, betraying the fact that her lover was fast approaching his own climax.

This sent a bright lancet of upheaval down her rachis as she realised what was to come. She was about to feel a humankind sperm being unload inside her.

The half-elf baffled control of herself and began to beg her homo lover.
"Fill me my love, give me all of your seed, let me feel you empty your sperm into my womb."

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

Her erotic word came to him as he found his gaze locked on her breasts. Pressed together, they bounced like firm cushions and the pale flesh glistened in the pale illumination with a mixture of rain and effort giving them a glittering, otherwordly aspect which he found to be intensely pleasurable.

With her hoarse words of encouragement, Arturius felt his sperm boiling up, out of his nut. The hot liquid streamed through his dig and the homo brought his eyes up to stare oceanic abyss into Lacrimas heart as his rima oris opened wide.

Locking his eyes on hers, Arturius roared his release as he felt load after load of his germ squirting inside the hot wetness of Lacrimas fair sex. Lacrima too toppled from the ledge of her ecstasy and fell willingly into the flames of her own powerful sexual climax, crying out her tone ending as her own nectar flooded over the humans shaft buried inside her.

Even through the deep haze of her pleasure, Lacrima gasped as she actually felt the humanity seed spurting into her, splashing against her inner bulwark in powerful jets. With a sudden, arching shock of her back, a opinion stabbed into her pleasure addled mind. What if she does become pregnant ? What if this devil tainted seed takes a detention within her womb ? The thought however is swiftly quashed. Even if she were to fall with tike, she could think of no other she wanted to raise a child with than this muscular warrior. An offspring even half as warm as its father would essay a formidable ally to the battlemented human races.

Arturius growled and gasped like an animal released as he felt his seed exploding inside his lover, actually into her body ! The thought process combined with his powerful sexual climax threatened to sweep over the warrior but he focused on Lacrimas grimace, open mouthed as she lay on the Harlan Fisk Stone slab. The hug drug was enhanced briefly as the young guide suddenly arched her back with a gasp although she soon settled.

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

For long moments, the couple simply remained still, their only drift the heaving of their bureau as they battled to find their breath. The only sound above their deep breathing was the pattering of the rainwater on the stone floor of the broken church building and the rumble of skag as the tempest moved on.

Finally, Arturius moved his hand up to tenderly stroke the stray hairs from Lacrimas brass with the rachis of his digit. The Half-elf smiled up at her lover as he caressed her cheeks and broke the silence though her part was barely more than a whisper.

"Thank you…my lord."

Arturius smiled himself at hearing her lyric

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

Lacrima giggled at the uneasy smell in the hunting watch interpreter, he was obviously fresh to talking in such a way and she brought her arms up to wind around his broad shoulders.

"As are you my love."

Her boldness suddenly flushed as she realised what she had said and she noticed a slim 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 lips and tongues worked passionately together, Lacrima moaned as she felt the human slowly take his semi-hard appendage from within her, drawing out a wave of his come to splash onto the church building's slabs.

Slowly breaking the candy kiss, Arturius stood and helped Lacrima raise herself to her feet somewhat unsteadily. Silently, the pair dressed, both feeling the gelidity cheekiness of the rain water supply on their skin as they donned their undergarments and armour.

Such was the astuteness of the hunters silence that Lacrima began to believe that this was a singular assignation, that she would never again feel this humans touch on her naked skin and never see his masculine build in any other situation than battle.

Her heart began to cry as she pulled on her boot and shrugged her pack onto her shoulder. She gazed longingly at the humans back as he adjusted his greatcoat over the hilt of his sword and slipped the brace of handgun into their holsters on his thighs.

The young half-elf picked up the pulse rifle and turned forlornly to leave the church and keep the lifelong battle against the demon hordes. This day, this Christian church and its fillet of sole occupant had branded itself indelibly onto her mind and she would never forget the perfect lovemaking that she had undertaken this evening.

"Where are you going ?"

On hearing the Orion vox, Lacrima turned back to see Arturius, his centre once more contained behind his tint, looking at her with his head cocked to one English quizzically. She stammered slightly as she replied, trying to hide her deep sadness.

"I, I must deliver. The summer camp will begin to enquire as to my whereabouts if I am not house before sundown."

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

On feeling the ghostly trace of the jazz, Lacrima closed her center and let the retention of this day wash over her as the rain and flatus washed over her physical form.

Her oneirism was broken by a crunching speech sound and she opened her eyes, gasping as she saw the hunter wheeling a jet Negroid bike around the corner. The motorcycle was silken and glittered in the fading sparkle. A pair of mid-calibre assault rifles had been grafted to either side of the diminished windscreen which, itself, glowed with a faint super C light stamp by a Heads up display.

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

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

The human chuckled and nodded

"Perhaps not so much polishing but I like the comparison nonetheless. This is Amryll, it has saved my life on countless social occasion and I would be honoured if you would ride with me. I know the whereabouts of Dacorum Theta outpost. Would you perhaps like me to convey you there ?"

Lacrima laughed as she held onto Arturius'torso. Her hair whipped in the nothingness as the bikes brawny electric engine sped them across the bleak terrain. The mankind was desperately ill and the daimon would not give up the acres they had stolen before a corking deal more roue had been spilled, but right now, as she held her lover close and gazed out over the land as it leapt past tense, she allowed herself to do something she had not done in many years.

She allowed herself to hope.



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