huntsman & fair game

Lacrima picked her way through the rubble and junk of the break off town. Barely a few calendar month before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a last outpost of the dwindling homo slipstream. Now it lay decimated, open to the bleak skies like an eviscerated corpse.
The half-elf scouted the arena alone, checking for signs of life or, more importantly, signal of fiendish infestation. Her precipitous oculus scanned the ruination of each building intently, the deep green of her sword lily glittering in the attenuation light like emeralds on an ornate swords hilt.

She wore the received issue slate gray jumpsuit and Shirley Temple body armour that designated her as a soldier in the Terran revolt corps. Being a scout, Lacrima carried a more compact variant pulse rifle and the jumpsuit was a tighter fit to admit almost silent bowel movement. The thick grey fabric clung to her slim, lithe body, rippling as her mighty leg muscularity propelled her through the terrain like a prowling feline on the hunt for prey.

Lacrima moved stealthily, her long old age of training and combat experience making her apparent movement fluid, almost feline. Her slender human body stalked the phantasm, a spectre in search of quarry on a desolate landscape painting. A light gentle wind ghosted through the empty streets like the stopping point, racking breath of a dying man and it stirred the deep 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 sum of what remained of the townsfolk and the church building at its tenderness. The antediluvian structure that once cut an imposing silhouette now lay broken. The spire that had once support proud in its benevolence and resplendence to the heavens had been destroyed completely. All that remained were snapped balk jutting toward the celestial sphere like the dried, broken ribs of the town's chest.

Lacrima approached the once capital main entrance to the church, gaping wide capable like a oceanic abyss wound. Its door had been ripped from their hinges and used as woodwind to sting the few that had survived the demon blast in a pyre to their fell lord. Lacrimas nose wrinkled as an sickening smell reached her nostril and she was certain she could still reek the burning flesh of those unfortunate person as she entered the threshold of the church, the stink forever tainting the very air that twisted and eddied in the illume breeze.

The untried half-elf darted into the once holy seat and began her search of the desolate interior blank space when she froze suddenly. Her sharp center had spotted movement and she knelt silently behind the splinter remains of a pew to observe the scene before her with a sense of wonderment.

The one known as the hunter was knelt beside the churches altar. He was knelt in a pool of Christ Within that was cast through the shattered remains of a orotund sully glass window. The human being had stripped his signature leather greatcoat and black body armor to expose his upper torso. The warriors skin was pale, a uncouth sign of those that lived under the burned sky that now hung over the creation diseased landscape painting and his body was coated in a slenderize sheen of sweat that glittered in the vaguely fragmented ray of light. Lacrimas skin look was faithful to that of her Elven kin making it paler still than even this hunters and this emphasised the lentigo on her nose and amphetamine boldness and the young half-elf felt the warmth of a deliquium blush which she knew would only micturate them stand out even more. The hunter had his ripe arm rested on a broken footstall beside the Lord's table and he appeared to be sewing a bass gash that ran most the length of his speed arm.

The man muscles flexed and bulged with pain as the phonograph needle pierced his physical body and, although the picture before her was macabre, Lacrima could not help but find a sure pleasure from seeing this half naked human.

At 43 age old, Lacrima was considered a young grownup within her race, the equivalent of a human young lady just out of her adolescent. This combined with the good constant training and conflict meant that Lacrima had never had time to retrieve much about males and she had never touched a male body except for when she was sparring or treating wounding. Now, crouched silently in her concealment place, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The human being body was in baffle physical condition, his rippling tummy and large arm brawniness sending unfamiliar shake of pleasure through the half-elf's slender body.

Despite her fight senses screaming in protest, the young soldier felt compelled to move closer and, breaking back at a crouch, she silently, crept closer to the hunter as a moth would draw close to a bright flame. She could not explain her inflammation or the deficiency to go up but somehow, she just wanted to be closer to him and to gaze upon his from with better detail.

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors trend in improve point and stifled a grinning as she realised he was evidently not a educate medick. The hunter stitches were neat and tight but he was moving at a slow and consider pace as one with knowledge but little experience would do. He had obviously read or seen how to perform field medication but had not had much exercise and it was made infinitely harder by having to perform it on himself.

Such was Lacrima's care to the muscled human that she momentarily forgot the teachings of stealth and accidently kicked a small piece of fallen Masonry, sending it skittering across the marbled floor. The Hunter's reaction was quick and lightning fast. fight reflexes that had been honed over unnumberable fight snapped his bridge player down to the nearest arm, a pistol that had lay out of Lacrima's pot, behind the rock-and-roll on which he had rested his injured arm and brought the sidearm up to level at the source of the speech sound."display yourself."This was the first time Lacrima had ever heard the homo speak and she was taken aback as to how deep and resonant it was, echoing around the desolate church in commanding, bass waves.

The half-elf trespasser did not move from her place hidden behind a Bench, frozen like a frightened rabbit in a set of intense, masculine headlights. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the demon hunters'weapon was aimed directly at her. The hunter's voice sounded once more, this clock time dropping to a dangerously tranquilize level that nevertheless carried a obese pure tone of malice."I know you skulk in the shadows, now step where I can see you or I will institutionalise you back to the cursed spawning pit that birthed you."

Slowly, as if afraid that she would be shot at the flimsy trend, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched locating behind a tattered pew and stood, head bowed slightly like a schooling child caught by a coach. Long bit passed as the hunter appeared to contemplate her silently from beneath the gunmetal shadiness that he was never seen without. Lacrima felt a sudden chill and a horse sense of nakedness passed like a shudder down her spine. 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 heap of the handgun that was pointed at her head.

After what was likely only a second but, what felt like an age to Lacrima, the hunter stood and descended the steps from the Lord's table dais, onto the foul marble of the churches principal story. His effort were slow but fluid, resembling a piranha approaching its pit. Despite the obvious peril to her person, Lacrima could not help but remark his build. The man was easily close to six base tall and she was drawn to the way the directional light from the broken window shimmered from his pale cutis and threw the musculature of his soundbox into an ever changing landscape of twinkle and tail. The pistol never once strayed from Lacrima, rightful trial impression of this hunting watch martial prowess.

The hunter approached Lacrima in silence and the half-elf felt ineffective to move or address, somehow held in a spell by this human. All she could do was tolerate and look her fate, her emerald centre watching the now dim light reflect from his naked upper torso which seemed to accentuate his already impressive muscular structure, and marvel why she felt such conflicting emotions of reverence and another, more confound feeling…was it desire ? !

The Orion came to a halt a mark of footstep 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 speed. Once before her, he spoke once again, this prison term without the dangerous maliciousness but a note of wariness still rang through its late tones.
"I have seen no bodily function in this seat for respective days now."

As he approached this interloper, the huntsman appraised the potential terror. It was certainly human being or of a humanoid backwash. It wore the uniform of a rebel picket and was female judging by the way the armor had been shaped around the dresser area.
As he got closer, he could micturate out more details and he began to imagine this was no attacker. The being stood before him was a half-elf, one of the new raceway that had emerged after the initial demon invasion of Terra. This specimen was around average summit for one of her race, around 5'6"and slender. Her hair was a striking shade of red, pulled back in a tight ponytail although a few stray fibril framed her almost ghostly pallid font. With a slim kick of realisation, the human being came to note that this accentuated the female already considerable beaut.

Most half-elves took on the graceful, sharp feature of speech of their elven parent but this one had much voiced facial feature article. The almost translucent pale hide of her slender face had a healthy, porcelain smoothness and was broken only by a set of freckles that ran across her cheeks and small, button nose. Her pointed pinna and full-of-the-moon, picket lips gave her an exotic, alluring aspect, greatly accented by her tilt light-green eyes and it was into these emerald orbs that the Orion found himself gazing. The females centre glittered with an free energy and intelligence that he had rarely encountered and the human felt long repressed feel stirring oceanic abyss within his mind.

Lacrima saw faint-hearted mix-up flickering over the humans face in his eyebrows and lips and she wondered what must be going on in the hunting watch mind. So preoccupied was she with this go of events coupled with her own mazed 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 instill air of authority but the scout could observe a thaw of his tone and she attempted to cover her reverence by throwing a velum of self-confidence over her flustered res publica. Squaring her shoulders, she stood before the human being, and fixed him with what she hoped was a casual glare.
"The Saami could be asked of you sir."
Her command met quiet and the Danton True Young scout decided to continue
"A number of scouts have been sent from outpost Dacorum Theta to evaluate if this area is safety for reclamation. The daemon appear to have slaked their thirst for blood here and moved on."

The huntsman nodded slightly but said zilch and Lacrima was left with the queasy sense that he was analysing everything she said, searching for any falsity. Silence ensued as the two seemed to assess each former. In the heavy silence, Lacrima found her regard meandering over the mesomorphic torso of the hunting watch and she felt very unusual stirrings within her, it certainly felt like desire but why ? She had only ever seen this homo from a distance and never spoken to him so why should she feel anything but oddment for this lone fiend stalker.

As she tried to force her route of thought onto a unlike lead, her green eyes settled on his wounded arm. The Half-Elf had heard many a rumour about this human, he was a lone wolf and slight was truly known of his background or intentions. All that was really known was his ability and desire to destroy demons wherever he encountered them. This is my probability perhaps, Lacrima thought to herself. Perhaps I could find oneself out more about this human and prepare a report back to the council. The rebellion council were extremely interested as to how one man could survive so long in the wildernesses and cursed knit. Any information she could gleam from him could testify vital for future plans.

After taking a few, calming breath, the half-elf softened her face slightly, taking on what she hoped was a convincing mask of a concerned nerve. Lacrima then adopted a quieter, favorable look as she addressed the hunter once more.
"Your wound looks bass, would you wish to see one of our healers ? It is not a peachy distance to Dacorum…"
There was a present moment vacillation as, suddenly, an mental image flashed into her minds eye of her small hands stroking the bare tegument of the muscular humans arm her pale handwriting on the smooth, warm flesh as it glittered in a pond of Christ Within. She could almost feel the firmness of his muscleman on her fingertips. The heady bang of blood to her face caught Lacrima off safety device and it took endeavor not to gasp with surprise. Quickly trying to re-centre her thoughts, Lacrima managed to stay on unsteadily.
"..Or…perhaps…allow me to help you ?"

An awkward silence followed with the hunter remaining static as if he hadn't even heard the young Scout'words. The intermission allowed Lacrimas mind to run riot with images of her touching this pale, sinewy limb. Her cutis tingled as her intellect tried to cheer what this warriors torso would feel like to her touchy touching and this sent an vivid flood tide of emotions through the new half-elf forcing her to draw on her privileged strength in a desperate attempt to not stagger back from the mental onslaught. Such was the volume 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 ceiling, catching the reflective surfaces of the hunters shades. The human stood before the guide like a statue of ancient times. I marble carven warrior world-beater, stripped to the waist and battle scarred. The poetic imagery did nothing to help Lacrimas hot and bothered United States Department of State and, when the hunter finally did speak, even his smooth feel caused her to skip over in surprisal at the sudden shattering of silence.
"No, no healers."
Another unawares pause and this time, the shock had sharpened the young sentry senses and she could detect a feint note of confusion on the hunting watch stoic feature. Was he thinking similar thoughts of her ? ! His foreland flicked to look down at his wound and he brought his arm up to allow snug inspection.

Lacrima was transfixed by the front. 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 control as the hunter flexed them, testing the astuteness of the lesion and even the wince of bother as he moved damaged tissue wasn't enough to halt the half-elf's reverie.

After a few moments, the hunter came to a conclusion and lowered his arm, fixing the young female in his gaze once more and Lacrima hoped she didn't look as flustered as she felt. The hunter spoke and, for the first time since their confluence several minute of arc before, she detected a note of benignity in his vocalisation. It was very feint but it was there nonetheless.
"It may prove useful if you could aid me. You are trained in field medicinal drug ?"

Lacrima nodded dumbly, unable to imprint words and hoped it would be enough. After a long moment, the hunter nodded in paying back, a slow up, unawares movement and turned away from her, heading toward the ambo steps.
Taking this as a silent invitation to come after, Lacrima fell in behind. As she walked, Lacrima allowed her gaze to roam a little more freely over the humans back now she didn't feel like her every view was being scrutinised by his intense stare. The human had virtually no fat on his trunk which allowed Lacrima to see the musculature of his spine. She watched the small heftiness around his sticker sliding back and forth with his pace and the heavy, impressive sinew of his shoulder joint as his implements of war swayed at his sides. The scout looked over his digit and felt a warmth in the bag of her stomach as her eyes took in his melt off waistline and all-inclusive shoulders. This truly was an splendid specimen of masculinity. The alone thing marring the ikon was the state of the human's skin. His back was a fretwork of scars, most healed but a few stood out an wild red probably making them fresher and Lacrima found herself building a new level of regard and wonder for this lone warrior. She would induce to ask for more about these injury when the metre spring up.

Mounting the steps to the altar footstall, the hunter led the half-elf to the posture she had first encountered him beside the enceinte, Oliver Stone slab. There she found the humans armour and equipment laid out in almost perfectly straight logical argument, not a single item out of home. The new scout stifled a giggle on seeing such tidiness. She had no approximation a warrior of such height and obvious skill also lived a life burdened with Oppressive Compulsive disorder !

"Something amuses you ?"
Startled, Lacrima snapped her psyche up and realised with a outset that she was once more in the human beings shaded regard. She had had no approximation she had been smiling outwardly and took on a sheeplike expression.
"My apologies sir, I meant no offence. It is just not often I encounter a male with such…order."
A pause ensued and the young guide affectionateness dropped as she feared she had annoyed the hunter and blown any hazard for knowledge. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her meat sing. For the first meter since their meeting, the hunting watch smiled. It was a legal brief curling of the lips accompanied by a quick exhalation resembling a snort of amusement but it was enough to bring a beaming smile the female person's mouth.
"Indeed my lady. My mother taught me well to prepare myself in all matter. An organised mind is a virile weapon in battle she used to distinguish me."
The grin dropped from Lacrimas face at the warrior's use of past times 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 acerate leaf was still embedded in his shape where he had been stitching before her interruption.
The conclusiveness of his drive gave grounds that his female parent death was a sore case which was graspable. cypher could study such an event without gravid sorrow but there was something about the stiffness of his bout and the look that flashed across his face before doing so that made the Scout think that there was Thomas More to it than innate causes. She would perhaps broach the discipline when she had gained more of his trust.

Silently, the half-elf slipped into a hunker beside the huntsman injured arm, taking it in her hands and gently cradling it while she took a secretive inspection of the wound. Before she even touched him, Lacrimas head was getting fuzzy. The first thing that she took in was his scent which was unlike any male before. virtually of the men she knew were soldiers in the rebel corporation and they smelled of sudor and grease. This human being had a sealed muskiness to his scent but he didn't aroma impure, the odour 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 honest men should sense.

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved hands felt the resolution of his muscularity before the solace passion of his torso penetrated through, heightening what the scout now realised was her arousal. Again, confusion rose in her mind as she tried to fathom how she could be having feelings like this, everything was improper. These were feelings that she had never experienced before, this was a man she had never met until today, in a spot that had, barely a few workweek before been a charnel house of ancestry and decimation. In an attempt to bring her mind off her tingling dispirited regions, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A deep laceration ran down a proficient length of the Hunter speed arm, almost perfectly slicing between his bicep and brachialis muscleman. The rip was ragged which made it improbable that it was a blade or sharp target that had done the hurt and even through the warmth of her call down state of matter, a shudder ran down Lacrima's spine at the depth of the rip and she knew this must be causing a huge amount of money of pain to the man despite his outwardly calm state. She looked up quizzically
"How did this happen ? It is a truly nasty wound."
The huntsman uttered a single word that made the Whitney Young female person bite her modest lip with concern and business organization
"Daxzkepyl."
The word repeated in Lacrima's mind, Daxzkepyl, an policeman in the demonic armies. This type of officeholder was a dread amalgamation of man and crustacean, his chief weapon system being a vast, armour plated claw that resembled that of a lobster or crab. To take down one of these abominations was hard for a team 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 anathemise spawn died hard and not before causing me this."
The hunter gestured angrily at the clear wounding as if such a savage didn't deserve to be capable to cause one such as him pain. Lacrima wondered at this warrior's martial artistry and made a vow to herself to try and learn as much as potential about the battle. It would likely check a riches of tip on how to ingest on the demons.

Examining the pull pulp closer, Lacrima made for certain the injury was light and then checked the hunter's stitching.
"Stitching up a wound like this is difficult, especially if you're trying to do it alone."
Dropping his arm gently, Lacrima removed her glove to enable her to treat him properly and looked over his aesculapian supplies, nodding slowly as she ran through the procedures out loud.
"Your med kit is well stock up sir. By the looks of it you have started well, injecting the blood-flow inhibiter to slack bleeding and, judging by the rupture promotion, you have well sanitised the area."
Trying to lighten the mood and thinking he had begun to unlax, Lacrima grinned
"You'll not throw a dressmaker I'm afraid judgment by the timbre of your stitching though."
This comment was rewarded with a grunt of merriment and a grinning that completely changed the hunter's face. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually stern features changed so completely into a softness that melted her heart. This was a man that had known happiness once and that made it all the high-risk that one such as him had to eek out an creation in such a forsaken environment.

Smiling herself, Lacrima took up the Hunter's arm once more, relishing the peel to struggle contact and gently lay it on her genu so she could commence stitching properly. As gently as she could, the scout started to sew up the thick rip. Her training did her proud and the young scout deftly placed modest stitches over the wound, drawing the two halves of flesh together. After a few stitches, she looked up and saw that the Hunter winced ever so slightly every metre she pushed the needle though his bod and her side fell in stupor as actualisation dawned.
"You haven't used any anaesthetic ? !"
The Orion shook his headland but gestured for her to continue, only speaking after she had almost finished.
"tactual sensation pain is no problem to me. Helps me know I am still human."
Lacrima laughed incredulously
"Now what is that supposed to think ?"
"When you have seen the twisted agony of a possessed humans face as his consistence is re-structured from the inside, you quickly learn to revalue that life story isn't all bad. Pain keep me sharp."
Lacrima shook her pass with a smirk
"I do not understand your logic sir for I have not seen such a matter and have no wish to. I for one will not perch until the very tenuous demonic taint is cleansed from our earth."
"Oh really ?"
The tone of the hunter's representative caused Lacrima to look up from her work and she saw an odd expression impulsion over his font like a passage pushover of ill content. This concerned her and she decided to beseech further, hoping she wasn't overstepping the mark.
"Is that not what you wish for ? A world free people of these abominations ?"
After a moment, the hunting watch began to nod slowly
"Indeed, freeing this humans of the hell spawn is of nifty importance to me. As to removing the merest taint…I think that will prove harder than you think unseasoned scout."
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the shaded heart of the human
"Please, bid me Lacrima."
"Lacrima, that is a pleasant name…for a pleasant girl."
The discussion caused the half-elf to beam openly as she tied up the final stitch.
"Why, good sir, I do believe you are flirting with me."
Suddenly, the hunting watch snatched his arm away from Lacrimas lap, turning his back on her.
"You are mistaken young talent scout. You would do well to keep your space from me. the great unwashed that get too close have a substance abuse of dying."
Lacrima controlled her aghast surprise and reached out to lay a cheering hand on the hunter's shoulder. She wanted to proceed him close, for both military and on the spur of the moment personal reasons.
"I am not afraid of risk my lord, I only wish to find out from you. Your knowledge…"
"My knowledge is worth NOTHING to you dead. Besides, you would not like to know me !"
The military force of the hunter's smell shocked Lacrima and she felt a stab of hurt pride at his assumptions but she attempted to keep a soothing grade to her interpreter
"I am well trained and have combat experience, I can handle myself well. And I would very much like to make love you better my lord."

Lacrima stopped suddenly. She had had no intention of uttering those words and she felt suddenly bashful at her outburst. She could feel the Orion's breathing deepen in the effort of his shoulder underneath her hired hand and a sudden waving of desire washed through her, causing her to gently lay her gratis helping hand on his other shoulder joint in what she hoped was a tranquilize way, hoping desperately to keep him close, to feel him.
"I do not take to know anything of your background or lifestyle my overlord but I would dearly wish well for you to tell me of it."
As she spoke, Lacrima realised her hands had begun to unconsciously massage the warrior's berm. She also noticed he had not complained so she decided to continue.

The half-elf's small hands moved delicately over the hunter's shoulders, squeezing the bunched sinew and straightening them with blue squeeze play of her fingers. The motions over the warm, firm flesh brought a new wave of arousal to the young female and she felt the area between her legs begin to tingle. Was this what desire really felt like ? The massage was evidently having an effect on the hunter also as he shifted his weight to pass water himself more well-heeled. Taking the opportunity, Lacrima slid forward on her knees so she could be finisher to this masculine human.

Pressing her armoured body to his back, the half-elf John Drew a inscrutable breath, taking in the fragrance of the hunting watch and noting the elusive change in his odor. The musk she had smelled before was more outstanding and it was now overlaid with a acuate scent. Was he becoming aroused also ?

The thought process drew pictures of a wholly more sordid nature in Lacrimas thinker eye and she felt the heat in her nerve intensify. Also, the tingle in her loin had given way to a wetness that she now felt between her legs. Her mind raced ‘ Oh Godhead, I want him…but I have never been with a male, let alone a human. What would he induce of me if I did not please him ?'

The young Lacrimas mind swum with possible action and lust began to inundate her mind like a long held back tide. Shifting herself up, straightening her kneel legs, Lacrima raised herself so she could see over his shoulder, the entirely sentence her deal servicing his now relaxing berm. A small purr drifted from the cover of the hunting watch's throat which Lacrima felt through the frame of his shoulders and this spurred her on to risk a prohibit coup d'oeil. Craning her neck slightly, Lacrima peered over the hunter's shoulder joint, hoping he wouldn't observe what she was doing and focused her regard on the human's genitalia. The sight that beheld her caused her jaw to drop.

Her lust-filled mental image had pictured a large member but the bulge that distended the black leather of the hunter's fight breeches hinted at an reed organ that was impressive even for one of his height and stature.

It had been a long time since he had felt female hired man on his flesh and it was likely he had never felt such a dexterous contact. This half-elf was not only a skilled scout - for what other reason would the rebellion allow her to go out alone - but she had a speck that was both delicate and yet, somehow firm.

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

Such was the warmth and feel of her pinch that the warrior felt a subtle fondness spreading in his loins that he had long dismissed as obsolete. Just then, he felt the cool pressure of her armoured bosom against his book binding as the young female pressed her body finisher to his. This impinging, combined with the lenient, ghosting flow rate of her warm breathing spell against his right articulatio humeri sent waves of pleasure straight to his bulwark and he felt tenacious leave needs stirring deep within.

He heard a easygoing pant from his right and angled his head slightly to glance over at the females'pretty grimace. The half-elf was biting her lip, a expression that only served to enhance her already considerable beauty and the huntsman felt his trunk flush with heat as his lust for this vernal female began to blossom.

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

As one, the heads of the human and half-elf began a slow, intransigent trend toward each others. Their lips parted slightly as they neared until, with a fragile ineptitude, the two pairs finally met for a brief bit before parting again.

The hunter's wraith hid his eyes but Lacrima could sense the raw lust emanating from him as her emerald regard drank in his unassailable feature and stubbled jaw. She knew full well that his lustful intentions were only matched by her own and she looked into the lens of the eye with a blazing desire. The pair held each others gaze a short meter longer, each waiting for the others unspoken approval to continue. Then, silently, their lips met once more and remained in contact.

Lacrima's centre fluttered closed as her lips pressed against his, the sensation of kissing this man a drug of such strength that she felt her school principal begin to spin as, with unconscious motility, she moved her lips against his in a recollective, passionate kiss.

Liquid heating plant flowed through him, filling his trunk with the flames of desire as he parted his lips against hers and allowed his natural language to gently caress the firmness of her rim. The flames roared into a new stratum on feeling her lips constituent enough to provide her tongue to proceed against his, gently stroking it with an intoxicating warmheartedness.

His mitt drifted up to gently fondle Lacrimas good cheek, stroking it tenderly with his quarter round as they continued their deep buss. Feeling the gentle mite, Lacrima allowed her paw to trip down his chest, her fingertips tracing delicate lines down his pectorals to his well-formed abdomen.

The warmth of her fingerbreadth on his skin sent shivers of arousal through his body and the huntsman's respiration quickened as his passionate kiss with the half-elf continued. Feeling her touch slither down his chest and onto his stomach, he was overcome by a wave of lust and gripped Lacrima's wrist. The scouts eyes flew open air at the sudden feeling but they soon fluttered closed once Sir Thomas More, this time with anticipation as she felt him guiding her hand lower, toward the physical object of her recent desire.

Lacrima allowed her minds eye to fancy the dude and till of the warrior's abdominal muscle muscles as her pale hand was skid down his firm eubstance. Her external respiration quickened as her fingers touched over the waistband and belt, her lips pressing deeper into his as she settled herself lower to enable her to reach his lower torso. Her breathing space then caught in her throat as she touched it.

Her fingertips stroked over a strong, boneheaded bulge that pressed against the leather of his pant and the Thomas Young half-elf moaned into the human's sassing with a gratify purr. Pressing her palm against the jut, Lacrima started to slide her hand up and down the thick shaft slowly, taking in the curved shape and rigid hardness of the organ as she pleasured it.

The hunter moaned in reply to her bowel movement and the young scout allowed herself a slight grinning as the pair held their mouth 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 quest down the position of her throat where the warmth of his skin and the ticklish touch of his fingerbreadth made her sick peel tingle with delight.

His mitt continued, across her berm and down her arm, finally slipping underneath her elbow and coming to rest over the uppermost clutch of her consistence armor. The opinion that the human was about to begin stripping her sent a chill through the half elf's consistence and her moan deepened into the hunter's mouth.

With a muffled snap, the clasp came undone. This was followed soon after by the others and Lacrima felt the weight shift as her consistence armour hung beneath her bend consistence. With a longing waver of her tongue, Lacrima broke the twosome kiss and slipped the armour over her head to discover the slate grey jump suit she wore beneath.

Turning back from dropping her armour, Lacrima found the hunter on his pes. Once more the Pres Young half-elf found herself marvelling at how the lightness from the shattered cap glistened from his pale pelt giving him an almost ethereal caliber as his powerful arms reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without witting effort and she all but fell into his strong embrace. Throwing her head back, the scout thrust her lips up to meet his once more and her implements of war wrapped around his firm waist in a passionate embrace.

The huntsman wrapped his blazonry around the half-elf's slender physical structure and released himself to her Passion. He could smell her Thomas More clearly now the armour was removed and he enjoyed the way each of his locoweed was caressed by her sassy fragrance, her firm, reduce body in his arms and the sound of her body moving as it was pressed to his along with the barely audible moans emanating from her throat.

Bringing one hand around, the hunter cupped one of the half-elf's boob, caressing it gently and delicately teasing the gruelling nub of her nipple with one of his fingerbreadth. The female's breast were very firm and pert with the pap pushing against the fabric of her jumpsuit as if trying to break free of their material prison.

Slipping his hand further up her body, the huntsman briefly caressed Lacrima's Kuki before moving to the zip at her neck, sliding it down and revealing her pale skin to his gaze for the get-go 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 pale orb pressed together in the confines of their clothing.

Stopping the zip at her waistline, the hunter could withstand no more and dipped his head, placing a serial publication of kisses between her knocker. Gasping with delight, Lacrima rested her custody on the back of his head, bathing in the feeling of another's lips and tongue caressing the sensitive tegument of her white meat for the first time.

Feeling the firmness of her good breasts against his lip, the hunting watch wrapped his weapons system around Lacrima's waist, holding her stopping point as he lavished the cleavage of her breasts with his kisses.

Desperate for More, the half-elf shrugged the jumpsuit from her shoulders and allowed the top to fall away to attend below her waist. The slate Second Earl Grey material parted like softly moving drape to let on the recondite valley of her breasts and the smooth, undulating purview of her torso to the thirsty eyes of the Orion. Lifting his drumhead back slightly, his gaze drank in the delicious curves of her consistency and the dude of her house breasts. The dark pink of her areola stood in line to the pale lily-white of her skin and her nipples protruded from the confidential information of her bosom as if beckoning the human being to them.

Obeying the concupiscent margin call, the hunter dipped his head once more. This clip, his backtalk wrapped gently around one of Lacrima's mamilla. His rim enveloped the dark areola and drew the nipple into his backtalk. 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 organic structure shivering at his relief, the hunter gently flicked his tongue over the tip of Lacrima's nipple whilst it was trapped in the affectionateness of his mouth causing her shuddering to increase and a faint mewling of ecstasy to escape from the scouts'throat.

nursling gently, the hunting watch raised a hand and ran his fingers through the flame red tresses of Lacrimas'hair. The effeminateness of her fuzz combined with the smoothness of her cutis brought deep growls of pleasure from the hunter that vibrated through Lacrimas'nipple and caused the nub to harden further, sending electric heartbeat of stimulation to form through the half-elfs'dead body.

Never had Lacrima felt such feelings as those that now coursed through her body. Her head rolling back, Lacrima grasped the huntsman head in both paw, cupping his bestubbled cheeks gently and lifted him so his lips were almost touching hers. Still holding his capitulum, Lacrima brushed her lips over his, ghosting her soft flesh across his slowly before pressing her look forward, taking him into a rich kiss with a swoon murmur.

The hunter felt Lacrimas'hips pressing against his, the rhythmic movements of her grinding gently against him coupled with the perfume and heat of her body against his sending shiver up and down his pricker. With one manus slipping around between them, the homo slowly unzipped the jumpsuit completely and slid the material over her hips, letting it drop to the level with a soft rustle.

Sliding the backs of his fingerbreadth along the smooth, soft skin of the half-elfs'body, the hunter cupped his custody under her buttocks. This drew forth a purr of enjoyment from both Orion and talent scout as Lacrima felt his skin senses on the thinly obscure essence of her rear and the hunter felt the firm roundness that seemed to fit the cup of his hands as if sculpted for them. Gently, with a fan touch, the hunter started squeezing and caressing this perfect nates whilst allowing the tip of his tongue to glide against hers in an elegant dancing of passion.

Lacrima drifted on a gently undulating sea of delight as she felt her eubstance caressed in ways she had never experienced and only rarely imagined. How this hunter was able to be so gentle amazed her as his reputation for merciless killing of his enemies was well known. Yet here, in this decimated church building, he held her as a collector would cradle his hunky-dory hoarded wealth and caressed her skin with such treat it was little Sir Thomas More than the whispering of a lovers breath washing over her.

The half-elf was snatched from her reverie as the hunters work force tightened on her fundament and she felt herself being lifted off the stone-paved floor. Instinctively, she wrapped her peg around the human and, in doing so, felt the excrescence of his hard-on pressure against the slender fabric of her panties and rub across the sensitive lips of her womanhood. This was a whiz 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.

turn slightly, the hunter took a few stairs and lowered the scout slightly before she felt the cold raciness of rock on her upper berth thighs. With a pant of surprisal at the sudden sensation, Lacrima realised that she was sitting on the bound of the altar. Keeping her strong legs wrapped around the hunters'waist, the half-elf gripped his dead body and pulled him to her, taking his sass into another deep, lingering kiss.

The hunter allowed the kiss to keep for a few prospicient import. He couldn't get enough of her full sass pressing against his and he deeply enjoyed the way her tongue caressed his so delicately. Soon though, he tore his rim from hers as he sought out another layer of pleasure. He kissed down the Whitney Young scouts'neck and over her pectus as he had done before. This clock time, however, he did not pause at her tit but continued on, down to her flat abdomen, kneeling slowly as his chief descended over the pale, subdued cutis of Lacrimas'body.

Feeling the tender caress of his mouth on the previously untasted peel of her torso sent shivers coursing up Lacrimas'spine and she ran the finger's breadth of her custody through his short-cropped hairsbreadth. As the human knelt before her, his design began to make themselves known and it was made very bring in as she felt his finger's breadth wrapped around the waistband of her pantie and slowly began sliding them down. Lifting her dead body from the altar slightly, allowing the human to slide the soft textile of the scanty over her thigh, Lacrima felt the shiver as she realised she was soon to be naked in the mien of a male for the first time in her life. A brief feeling of wariness stabbed into her idea as a sudden doubt came in as to how this human would treat her in these most intimate of encounters. This thought was soon quashed however as the panty finally slipped from her feet and fell soundlessly to the pave floor and she felt the humans lips touch against her second joint.
The warmth of his breathing space was the first sensation, ghosting over the delicate skin of her interior leg. This heralded the arrival of the human being lips which touched against her thigh with such a tenderness that it sent shivers of delight coursing through her dead body. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the hunter drawing his soft brim slowly along her pale skin leaving a lead of tingling flesh in their viewing. The untested half-elfs hands slid down her own body, using the backs of her fingertips to stimulate the pelt of her trunk, sending her deeper into the lapping waving of pleasance washing over her.

The further up her thigh the lips travelled, the inscrutable Lacrima fell, drifting helplessly on the calmness Ethel Waters of her arousal. Never had she felt such pleasure and these new sensations flowing around her body from this human were the likes of exotic electricity flowing into her from his touch. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist heat of his tongue pillowcase from between his lips as his fountainhead 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 herculean Wave of foreplay up her pricker. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to seize the back of the hunters head, trying to pull back his sassing to the center of her rousing. Obeying her unspoken instruction, the hunter lifted his head slightly only to weightlift his lips against the moist rim of her sex.

This first ever tactile sensation of another being was almost to a greater extent than Lacrima could take and she arched her back as the homo soft rim moved against her muliebrity in a passionate kiss. The half-elf drew a deep breathing space through clenched teeth in a long sibilation of desire which suddenly became a pule gasp of ecstasy as the humans tongue once again pressed forth from his mouth. His hot, wet tongue parted the lips of the young guide womanhood to press against the nub of her clitoris. Intense shocks of electric car arousal coursed along the length of the half-elfs spikelet as the human flicked his spit against her clitoris with long, placate strokes.

Lacrima gripped the backrest of the hunting watch head with an increase urgency as her level of arousal started to top out faster than she ever thought potential. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few times using her fingers but never had she felt such a gruntle touch and, even through the thick haze of ecstasy she found herself marvelling at the hunters skill. His acquisition with a blade and piece were well documented but never would she take in imagined that these acquirement 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 Orion head as her pleasure began to overflow. Whimpering and shuddering along her entire body, Lacrima came to a herculean orgasm. The half-elf wrapped her peg around the shoulders and neck opening of the hunter, trying to draw out his technical knife as close to her as she could whilst screaming her intense joy to the stop balk of the church.

The hunter moaned softly as he tasted the nectar of Lacrimas sex. His clapper lapped at her as a baked skirt chaser would salute from a stream, pushing his tongue into her porta to make the moisture within. The half-elfs nectar tasted unlike to man females, carrying an almost intoxicating sweetness. 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 conflict had left petty clock time for such coming upon but the homo had enjoyed the company of his average share of women but there was something about this young half-elf. From her scent to her mouthful and even her glory spoke to the Hunter on a level he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a offspring kitten as spears of pure ecstasy lanced through her spine sending shiver of pleasure throughout her body. Her pale skin shone in the shaft of visible light as she writhed on the altar, the humans tongue sending her to degree of sublime joy that she had never dreamt possible.

flavour another flood tide approaching, Lacrima moaned softly"Please…Please…"She lay her hands on his as they massaged her breasts, bringing them to her nipple where she let him taunt them with his fingertips adding another layer of sensation to her daydream. This sent her over the border once more and with shuddering gasps, Lacrima reached climax for the sec meter.

The hunter lingered between her pallid thigh long enough to fetch up drawing her ambrosia into his sass before pulling away and standing. Her chest heave as she caught her breather, Lacrima looked once more into the shielded gaze of the hunter and for a long second, the couplet looked at each early in silence, buff without the need of words.

With an wordless accord, the human unbuckled his swath and unzipped his combat pant, allowing them to fall to the flagstone with a clatter. Propping herself up on her cubital joint, Lacrima dropped her gaze to the huntsman crotch and the bulge that now distended his underwear. Without the labour of the midst trousers, the bulge seemed even openhanded and Lacrima felt a grin creasing the corners of her sass as she watched the hunter finish kicking off his trouser before tucking his ovolo under the sash and drawing the terminal roadblock down to unveil the target of her current desire.

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

Lacrima slid from the altar and dropped to her knee joint as if in worship of this right organ. She was unable to buck her eyes from the huntsman groin, her emerald eyes sparkling in the infirm visible light as she stared fixedly at the thick quill. Finally ripping her gaze upward, the young half-elf looked up into her own reflection in the humans shades as a slender hand reached out to disturb a Male phallus for the very first prison term. The skin was very fond and the half-elf drew her finger back at first off, afraid that her insensate hands would discomfort the human but the Orion merely nodded for her to continue and she lay her fingertips once more onto his hot flesh.

At first, Lacrima only stroked the surface of the shafts skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the sentiency of the heating plant and softness of his skin. Then, as her confidence began to progress, she slowly wrapped her fingerbreadth around the thick light beam, just below the bulbous caput. The thickness was such that her fingers only just met on the former side of meat. The size of it of this pipe organ for one as inexperienced as her was daunting but Lacrima had gone too far to rick back now and she drew the human being foreskin back gently. This caused a farseeing suspiration from the humankind mouth, a star sign that she was performing well enough and the immature scout began to stroke her hired man back and forth in long, slow movements.

The Hunter gazed at the half-elfs beautiful expression as she reached out to extend to him, marvelling at her stunning naturalness. The young scout reached out and rival his shaft, retracting as if scalded the moment he felt the cold sting of her chill skin. He knew immediately of her concern and nodded reassuringly at her startled expression. With his encouragement, she had resumed her caress and the human rolled his head back in enjoyment as her cold, delicate touch retrace lines of cool pleasure along the length and breadth of his manhood.

He had to stop himself biting his lip in pleasure as her small-scale hand wrapped itself delicately around his shaft but he couldn't suppress a sigh of joy as the young female person drew the pelt of his shaft back to expose the sensitive principal of his humanness to the frigidness, stale air. The suspire quickly became a long purr of pleasure as the half-elf started to move her helping hand along his length, the drive of his foreskin over the tip sending intense Muriel Sarah Spark of gratification shooting through him. This young lookout had not known a human race have-to doe with, her body spoken communication gave that fact away but, for one so inexperienced, she had an expert touch and her cutter caress was heating the furnace of his culmination much faster than he expected.

Lacrima gazed, unflinching at the hunter organ as she pleasured it. She marvelled at its size and the way she could feel his split second throbbing powerfully through his beam of light as she stroked him. She watched the glistening wetness of the tip each time she pulled his foreskin back to reveal it. She sensed the hunter shifting his free weight slightly and she closed her eye as she felt his fingers running through the thick fibril of her ponytail, rolling her head back slightly with contentment. Opening her center, Lacrima cast her sparkling verdant gaze up at her lover, letting his deep purr of pleasure wash over her and losing herself in her own delectation.

An idea came unbidden to the untried half-elfs judgement and her eyes widened slightly at the opinion of what she could do and the sensations it would bring. Licking her lips and dropping her head back to front the hunters groin, Lacrima began to lean forward. Watching the female person movements, the hunter realised her intent and a wave of first moment overtook him, moving his hand to start caressing the thick whisker at the cover of the spotter head.

Moving inexorably forward, Lacrima took in the musky smell of the humans crotch and found it a strangely heady fragrance, just one breath causing her want for this humans touch to raise dramatically. With this growing arousal, Lacrima placed her back talk on the Hunter manhood in the same way she had felt his on her sex a short time before, kissing his rotating shaft from tip to base in various, lingering pecks.

The hunting watch purr got louder at her lips caress and Lacrima spent several recollective moments lavishing the humankind shaft with her osculation, only starting to pull the skin back once more when she felt she could wait no longer. Bringing her mouth to the tip of the hunter manhood, Lacrima closed her eyes and took the glistening tip into her mouth.

The huntsman openly gasped as the heat of the half-elfs mouth enveloped him with euphoric warmheartedness and his hand tightened its grip on the rachis of her head. He was careful not to tug or force the girl into anything she didn't want but it was a heavy struggle conflict of will not to try and slide the warmheartedness further along his shaft.

Lacrima had never tasted anything like this before and she let the salty yet almost sweet-smelling flavours washables over her mouthful buds. She found the discernment most enjoyable and she flicked her tongue over the build filling her mouth in an effort to get a more vivid sense impression. This had the impression of tearing a grunt of use from the human beings pharynx and a slight pushing 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 oral sex slowly back and Forth River along the midst dick of the man penis. Such was the girth of the organ that Lacrima was unable to get much Thomas More than a quarter of its length into her mouth before she felt it get down to crusade against her larynx. Judging by the mass and tone of the noises the hunter was making, she doubted it mattered much but then she heard his deep voice, taut with hug drug"My lady…I'm…close…"

The thought of what was about to happen sent Lacrima into a frenzy and she started to bob her head faster in an effort to bring pleasure to her fan and hopefully institute him to as strong a culmination as he had gifted her. She felt his other hand on the back of her cervix, stroking with a surprise gentleness given his stream level of arousal.

The half-elf tightened her lips on the throbbing prick and stroked her hand along it, her early hand coming up to massage the human race large testicles. She wasn't sure why but somehow it felt like the right matter to do. She was proven proper as, moments later, a loud roar echoed through the church and Lacrima felt a solid jet of liquidness strike the cover of her throat. Such was the surprisal that the Loretta Young half-elf quickly withdrew her brain but she managed to keep her hands on the reed organ as it twitched and jerked in her grip. Through panoptic eyes, Lacrima watched as jet after squirt of thick, white cum splashed over her neck and chest. The pale orbs of her breasts glistened with fatheaded track of sperm and, as more lavish onto them, the liquidity began to drip onto the flagstone with a quiet patter.

Lacrima gulped as her surprise began to abate and suddenly realised she still had the homo seed in her sass. The lovesome liquid state slid down her pharynx and she could taste a unique mix of salty sweetness. The taste was mildly confusing but she knew one thing, she would not complain if she were to taste the Orion ejaculation again.

The hunters oink subsided as the last trickles of his climax fell from the end of his penis to add to the pool already formed below Lacrima and quiet slowly returned to the desolate nave with its shatter pew. The span of lovers breathed heavily from their exertions and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her feet. Once stood, she wrapped her slender blazonry around the humans muscular waist, looked up into his shades and whispered two words.
"Take me."

There was an stretch out pause as the hunter looked at her in silence, his only movement being to range his hand on her hips. Then, in the delicious sea bass growling that always sent a thrill of excitement through the young half-elfs body, he replied.
"As you wish, my lady."

That said, the human gripped underneath Lacrimas house buttocks and lifted her once more onto the rock slab of the communion table. The half-elf spread her legs willingly and wrapped her arms around the Hunter neck as he stepped between them. Glancing down, the untested scout was impressed at the fact the human was still heavily despite his climax only a short time earlier and another boot of excitation passed through her at the prospect of the hunters stamina.

The Orion ran his bridge player slowly up Lacrimas smooth thighs, his shaded eyes following his hands as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs pale skin. As his hands reached her waist, Lacrima felt something push against the hard nub of her clitoris and she realised that she was feeling the strong moistness of a male person penis against her womanhood for the world-class meter. Like a thunderbolt of lust, the realization that she was about to miss her virginity. Not only that but she was about to be deflowered by a human being and on a desecrated church service altar.

The dark gothic overtones of this thought rocked the Brigham Young scout and she stared up into the spectre of the hunter with a foolhardy mix of lust, worry 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 familiar actions of kissing him passionately.

Lacrima felt the almost electric buzz of delight as the man gently moving his pelvic arch, teasing her sensitive muliebrity with the tip of his duration and causing her hip to rock unconsciously in time to his movements.

Placing one bridge player onto the altar for support and the other onto Lacrimas firm tit for his own joy, the Hunter started to gently push forward, the tip of his shaft sliding down from the half-elfs clit and beginning to press against the tight possible action of her sex. Such was the human girth that it was respective moments of gradually building pressure before the promontory of his phallus finally broke into the half-elfs sex. Both partners moaned into each others mouths at the second of penetration, Lacrima gasping at the sudden weft sensation and the Hunter grunting at the parsimony that gripped the head of his penis. Barely an column inch more and the human felt the lifelike barrier that truly explained the Pres Young female tentativeness.

Slowly, the hunter broke away from the full mouth of the young scout and looked down into her enthralling emerald eyes. The hunter asked a understood question, the moment too cute to ruin with the vulgarism of row. With touch silence, Lacrima gave her reply with a smile and an almost imperceptible nod. For the first sentence since she could think, Lacrima saw the hunter and she could have wept with joy at the enchanting handsomeness that now blossomed on his look. Such a simple-minded movement softened his feature and she could now truly see his inside beauty.

In payoff, the joyful grin that spread over Lacrimas case was so beatific that the hunter felt a deeper than ever yearning to pleasure this stun young half-elf and preserve such a nirvana sent stunner. With as much upkeep as he could muster, the human began to press forward. The barrier to the half-elfs virginity did not give easily and the young female person clenched her dentition as she felt the pressure inside her trunk grow to its inevitable climax. With a abstruse grunt, the Orion tip broke through Lacrimas virginal membrane and pervade deep into her womanhood with a long slow, careful thrust until almost three poop of his length was embedded within her velvet-textured sex.

The scouts backtalk opened wide and she let out a gasp of botheration as she felt her final exam innocence severance and the slowly growing flavor of being filled mysterious than she had ever experienced. The hurting of her deflowering quickly faded as, once inside her, the hunting watch held himself still to allow her to get more accustomed to the feeling of his thick, hard penis invading her tight epithelial duct. The hunter was truly a gentle lover and Lacrima smiled once Thomas More as she got used to the feeling and began to bath in the euphory of coupling with a being she had quickly developed potent feelings toward.

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

Lacrimas spokesperson joined his in a chorus of ecstasy as both lover experienced previously unknown degree of satisfaction in their carnal quest for departure. As their love continued, the pallid skin on both of the being glistened with effort in the shaft of Light spearing through the shattered spire that picked them out as the only drive in this outrage household of god.

Lacrima looked up into the hunting watch face as he filled her again and again and a sudden thought drifted into her pleasure hazed nous. She had never seen the huntsman without his shades on, indeed, she had never known anybody to see the human without his eyes covered. What could he possibly have to hide behind those reflective shades of his ? ! ineffective to control her moans and whimpers of pleasure, the watch slowly reached a slender hired man up and stroked the hunters cheek as he made love to her. His grunt of use became a deep purr at her gentle contact and his lineament softened again at this appearance of tenderness. Feeling she had his trust, Lacrima hooked a fingerbreadth beneath the arm of the wraith, behind the hunter ear. His reaction was so lightning fast that the half-elf felt the human hand grip her wrist before she had even registered his movement. His travelling bag was inviolable and his face hardened slightly making the young sentry think she had ruined their encounter.

The hunter face then drooped slightly and he quietly growled"You do not want to see…not now…"He slowly drew out from her and Lacrima felt a sudden emptiness and not just the strong-arm vacancy of his no longer being inside her. The hunter then took her hand and gently eased her into a standing position. The confused and saddened half-elf numbly complied thinking he was about to grow his vertebral column on her and begin dressing but, in a surprise campaign, the hunter turned Lacrima to look away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was bent over with her mitt on the stone Lord's table. With a dawning realisation, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his strong helping hand grip her waistline and the head of his humanity began to drop off back into her from behind.

The hunting watch didn't have any design to allow the Danton True Young scout to see behind his shades. He couldn't stomach the idea of scaring her in this most intimate of moments. He opted to create certainly that she wouldn't be able to meddle encourage whilst still being able to wind up this deeply euphoric encounter. Seeing the half-elf female person from behind sent more shivers of fervor through him as he couldn't help but marvel at the Young picket rear. Her rump were so loyal and round, they depicted a consummate, pallid moon before him and he felt an animalistic urge grip his mind. A feral grin passed momentarily across his backtalk before he wrestled restraint once more and took postponement of Lacrimas shank before penetrating her once more.

Lacrima mewled as she felt wave after moving ridge of pleasure dry wash over her with each thrust of the hunters shaft. Every energy eased his large appendage deeper and deeper into her as she took Thomas More and more of him into her body. The tone of being filled so completely was proving more than she could take and, throwing her headway back, the guide cried out in orgasm as a powerful sexual climax ripped through her total eubstance. twitching and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the hunters body set about to tense and she could sense the head of his tool begin to grow inside her. She didn't need previous experience to know what this heralded and she urged the human being on in a breathless effort to allow him to finger the keen point of X that she had just experienced.
"Please…don't stop…"

The females inner walls enveloped his duration in their perfect grip and the hunter drifted on the undulation of gratification that bathed him with each crusade of his spear inside her body. When the half-elf reached orgasm, her privileged walls rippled over him with deep, milking waves and he felt his own sexual climax building quickly under such an amazing torrent of joy. He looked down and watched the female person buttocks ripple slightly with each meeting of their physical structure and this survey was all it took to transport him tumbling over the edge of XTC. Even as he fell, the hunter managed to keep back a doubtful traveling bag on his ascendancy and was just capable to pull himself from her velvet sex before spilling his seed. With a roaring of exit, the hunter splattered Lacrimas back and rear with his semen in knock-down jets until the product of his release dripped from her nates in thick, creamy strands.

Such was the strength of his climax that the hunter all but slumped over Lacrimas back, wrapping his stiff blazonry around her waist as they both gasped for air after their intense, passionate exertions.

Lacrima was all but comatose, bathing in the warmth that pulsed from her sex, her inner walls slowly relaxing after their kickoff metre at being wrapped around a male throbbing pipe organ. The hunter was likewise insensate. Never could he remember such a deep euphory in ejaculation and he struggled to commemorate a fourth dimension he had felt a female so perfectly tight.

It took respective bit for the fan to recover any sort of composure but, slowly, they stood and Lacrima sat on the altars edge, the hunting watch dropping onto a go down piece of masonry to sit, still breathing rather heavier than rule. Lacrima gazed at the human, her eyes passing over his inviolable chest as it heaved and the network of scars that crisscrossed almost every inch of his body. Finally, the Thomas Young half-elf broke the silence and quietly spoke.
"have you known anything except combat ?"

In a surprising chemical reaction, the hunter began to chuckle softly, his head still drooped between his shoulders.
"My female parent was a hunter, she began my training as soon as I was inviolable enough to hold a weapon…I live to destruct the ethereal cancer that is the fiend infestation of this world, our world…No Danton True Young scout, I have only known battle…and pain."

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

The hunter winced and immediately Lacrima knew she had touched on a painful storage although the hunter still replied to her question
"My Father-God was also a hunter…once…"
Partly already knowing and dreading the answer, Lacrima felt compelled to continue
"Was he killed by a monster ?"
The Hunter winced and his answer came loaded with barely concealed suffering
"No, something…someone far worse."
"I'm sorry to take heed that."
"Do not be, their battle is over, they are at peace…More than can be said for the pitiful remnants of my race."

Lacrima stood, witting of the tightness around her buttocks where the hunter seed was quickly drying in the coolheaded air of the church. She padded over to where the hunter slumped and knelt, reaching out to take his stubbled Kuki in her digit. He raised his pass and she looked into his shaded eyes, seeing the solemn care etched into her reflection
"If there were More humans like you, the man race would have little to worry about."
The hunter snorted and turned away, his voice taking on a hard border
"The very last thing the human wash needs is more like me !"

Stung by his reaction, Lacrima laid her hand on his shoulder, stroking her fingers over his peel comfortingly
"You are strong, mightily and, from what I've seen honourable…not to mention…passionate and skilful…"
Lacrima felt her impudence warm as she spoke and tried to keep her representative sincere as she continued
"…Those are the science needed to typeface and defeat the devil hordes. I do not know of many humans that part all such traits in one package."

quiet met her words and, for a mo, the half-elf thought the conversation was at an end but the hunters head slowly began to grow, his face coming back into panorama with a feel of deep grief marring his handsome features.
"All my life I have fought to bear on back the demon hordes, to ease up humanity a combat chance. It is a sad satire that I fight the ethereal hordes…"

A oceanic abyss sigh escaped the hunters brim before he continued on a seemingly unrelated path
"My female parent was a talented huntress. No single daimon could best her in combat and many had learned to fear her blade. My don was a consummate sniper, able to take the heart or genius from a possessed at almost inhuman distance.

They were an nonesuch coupling, each covering the others weakness and their combat prowess was only matched by their shared adoration for each other. When my female parent found she was with nipper, both of them were elated, a child to remain the James Henry Leigh Hunt and keep the guttering flame of humanity from being completely smothered by the abominable shadow of the ether."

A humourless smile creased the bound of the hunters lips

"If merely my female parent had been capable to anticipate what was to slip by. She would have found a way to end me before I was born."

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

The hunters head snapped to front her and his vox was a rough snarl
"Can you not see ? I have been tainted. My Church Father had been infected before my conception !"

The hunting watch face suddenly dropped as though drained of strong suit and his voice dropped to a calm down mildness
"My female parent only learned of my fathers taint after my nascency and took the only path of action usable to a Hunter. She killed him, her one true up love. Her intensity level failed her when she turned on me however, motherly love overwhelming the indigence to destroy the demonic taint.

Lacrima could barely believe her spike and her hand drew away as realisation dawned like a stock red record of truth
"Your eyes…"

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

The mankind iris were a stunning spook of blue, the colour of gelid ice but it was what could be seen behind those irises and in the deep blackness of his schoolchild that had caused her startled reaction.

Muriel Sarah Spark of flame danced in the humans eyes like a sputtering fire, the orange tree and yellow a oceanic abyss contrast to the sang-froid blue sky of his natural colour.

Calming herself, Lacrima lowered her custody and tried to soften her external respiration in an attack to retrieve equanimity
"You have demonsight ?"

The hunter nodded
"Indeed. My Fatherhood legacy and the matter that separates me from dead on target humankind. I can see the gloriole of living affair and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The fire get brighter in metre of anger… or … any kind of heightened emotion. I have to prevent them covered to void being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always remain in control condition, especially at…intimate fourth dimension. I will never set aside my tainted seed to impregnate another. I will ensure I am not creditworthy for any foster infection to the human race.

Despite the inclemency of his run-in and even though she could see the grounds of hellish taint in the human, Lacrima smiled and took the hunting watch face in her hands, drawing him into a kiss. Lingering there, the untried half-elf leaned forward and whispered into his ear
"It is notoriously hard for a human to infuse one of elven derivation. I want you to make full me…please…I want you to know the pleasance of shooting your seed into me."

The hunter jerked Lacrimas articulatio humeri back to search into her eyes, his face a masquerade party of shocked discombobulation. His features were now intensified by the fact that the Loretta Young half-elf could now see the humans eyes. His vocalisation was an incredulous whisper
"But…you should be repulsed ! I am that which we strive to pass. I am demon-kin !"

Lacrima smiled and poured her sincerity into the frozen orbs of his optic as she replied
"It is lawful that you have ethereal blood running through your body. However, you are living proof that having a satanic taint does not stand for you are doomed ! You have fought the demonic corruptness of this earthly concern since your very 1st breath !"
The half-elf gripped the hunter articulatio humeri as she gazed intently into his eyes
"You use your contamination against the beasts of the vinyl ether and you do not countenance it to trouble you from your take path of illumination and purity. You put most full humans to shame."

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

Hearing her epithet spoken by her lover for the first gear time sent a thrill through Lacrimas torso and she dropped her head into his bare dresser as she took him into a blotto hug. It was only then that a sudden thought flew into her mind.
"You have allowed me to recognize your wickedness secret and we have made love…although I still do not bed your name."

With her ear against his chest, Lacrima heard his deep chortle grumbling through her head teacher before he spoke.
"How true. My mother gifted me with an ancient name of power in the hope that it would be an aid to me in the class to make out. She named me Artorius.

Lacrimas forehead furrowed in thought as she attempted to dredge up storage from her teachings.
"That is a uncommon name indeed, I feel as if I have heard that name although I can not recollect from where."
"I have heard the same myself although I fear I can not enlighten you further as I do not cognise for sure myself although my mother did once recount me it is a name from ancient legend."

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. half-elf smiled
"Perhaps some ancient warrior God Almighty or king…"
She traced a digit down the hunting watch chest as she continued, a coy grin on her brim
"doe my warrior king bid to make full his female monarch with his potent seed ?"

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

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

It certainly seemed to Lacrima that the human could indeed show her touch as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the severeness of his hard-on pressing against her outer mouth. The talent scout believed that they had had enough stimulation in their number 1 coupling, this time she just wanted to finger 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 prosperous access to her sex and grunted with gratification as she felt him advertise forward, penetrating her incoming and sliding bass into her velvet folds.

Even though her womanhood had been violated very recently, if anything, the hunter member seemed even bigger inside her this second time. Was it a tenderness brought on by the late actions or was it perhaps Artorius himself ? Maybe it was the thought process of finally being able-bodied to slack his control and press release inside her that was driving the human to an even high-pitched level of lustfulness. Either way, his entering was much prosperous and sander than the first-class honours degree time and Lacrima felt none of the pain that accompanied his initial penetrations so she relaxed into his rhythm quickly.

Looking up at him as he thrust into her slick entranceway, Lacrima became mesmerised by the inner flame behind his middle. The orangeness and yellow-bellied Spark were growing in intensity and, already a syncope glow was emanating from the lowly part of the humankind iris.

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

The forcible ace emanating from his seawall were heightened and complimented by his other sens emanating from the half-elf egg laying naked before him. His eyes drank deeply of her sick tegument, her luscious curves and her entire boob, bouncing so deliciously as she writhed on the Stone slab. He tasted her scent in the air coupled with the musky odor of their fluids as the lovers substructure were desires being acted out. His ears took in the mild whine and suspiration of pleasance that flowed smoothly from her throat combined with the intermittent gasp as his thick diaphysis stroked against a particularly tender area of her inside sex and even the rumble of distant thunder helped to drive his lecherousness ever higher.

The half-elf gazed back at him with mesmerising emerald eye that sparkled with life and now lust which made the green phonograph record even more fascinating. Her lustrous red pilus splayed out around her like a smouldering halo as her entire lips parted with her gasp and moans.

All of these sensorial pleasure coupled with the intensely hefty waves of ecstasy coursing through him as he stretched the females tight muliebrity again and again pushed the human to the brink of his mastery and he realised with a huge thrill that this offspring 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 blurt inside a womanhood sex.

Lacrima had drifted on the soothing waters of pleasure in their first pairing but now, in this endorsement, she pushed herself along the potent currents of lecherousness. She had lost her virginity to this human and she had tasted the sweet ambrosia of lovemaking and now she wanted more. This human demon hunting watch had stretched her fair sex already and had quickly become aroused once to a greater extent which had surprised and fascinated her.

For 43 years she had remained continent and now, in the blank of no more than a few minute, she had been caressed all over her nude body, been brought to orgasm through oral sex and tasted the sperm of a human male person. Now she lay on a desecrated communion table being violated for the mo clock time in as many hours by the Sami human and she was loving every moment of it.

Gazing into the simmering flaming of the taint world growing lust, the young scout took in his mesomorphic torso, his pectorals moving as his powerful arms pulled her body onto his Brobdingnagian beam of light over and over again and his abdominal muscle as he thrust forward to bury himself inside her. She also gazed at his freehanded feature of speech now enhanced by the removal of his concealing tone. His glittering, glacial eyes tempered by the cryptic orange freshness of his mania fair shone with vitality and his endure grimace softened by his desire for her.

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

Breathing deeply in her lustful state, the half-elf could smell the perfume of their love and suddenly wondered how on earthly concern she would be able-bodied to enshroud this on her payoff 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 interest about her future plight, her questions were answered. The whole inner church was suddenly thrown into stark relief as a bright bolt of lightening ripped the sky open. This was immediately followed by a awful crack of roaring which echoed around the forsake infinite. The audio then changed from the thunderous echoes to the auditory sensation of heavy rain pouring out of the sky.

Rain, warmed by the thick air streamed in through the gravid rents in the roof, pattering off the wooden church bench and stonework floor. Lacrima and her buff suddenly became the centre of a deluge as the rain came in and drenched their already slick bodies.

spark glistened from their pale bodies as they continued to move and writhe together, hardly breaking calendar method of birth control as they pushed on in their desperation to achieve mutual climax.

Lacrimas moans grew louder as she felt another climax approaching. The man member was rubbing against her inner sex in places she never dreamed could bring such pleasure and she could feel the big pipe organ Begin to twitch inside her velveteen walls, betraying the fact that her lover was fast approaching his own flood tide.

This sent a undimmed fizgig of excitement down her spine as she realised what was to come. She was about to find a humans spermatozoan being unloaded inside her.

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

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

Her erotic words came to him as he found his gaze locked on her breasts. Pressed together, they bounced like business firm shock absorber and the pallid pulp glistened in the pale twinkle with a motley of rain and travail giving them a glittering, otherwordly aspect which he found to be intensely pleasurable.

With her hoarse Scripture of encouragement, Arturius felt his spermatozoon boiling up, out of his testicles. The hot liquid state streamed through his shaft and the homo brought his oculus up to gaze deep into Lacrimas eyes as his rima oris opened wide.

Locking his center on hers, Arturius roared his release as he felt load after burden of his come 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 ambrosia flooded over the mankind shaft buried inside her.

Even through the deep haze of her pleasure, Lacrima gasped as she actually felt the humans germ spurting into her, splashing against her inner paries in knock-down squirt. With a sudden, arching jerking of her back, a thought stabbed into her joy addled head. What if she does get pregnant ? What if this demon tainted seed takes a hold within her uterus ? The thought however is swiftly quashed. Even if she were to fall with child, she could consider of no other she wanted to raise a tike with than this powerful warrior. An offspring even half as impregnable as its father would prove a formidable ally to the embattled human being races.

Arturius growled and gasped like an animal released as he felt his source exploding inside his lover, actually into her eubstance ! The thinking combined with his powerful orgasm threatened to overwhelm the warrior but he focused on Lacrimas side, open air mouthed as she lay on the Harlan Fisk Stone slab. The go was enhanced briefly as the Young scout suddenly arched her back with a gasp although she soon settled.

The hunting watch focused his gaze on his fan as his orgasm faded and the finish few jet were released into the half-elfs sex.

For longsighted moments, the duet simply remained still, their but apparent motion the heave of their bureau as they battled to find their breath. The solely sound above their trench external respiration was the pattering of the rain on the stone trading floor of the broken church and the rumbling of thunder as the storm moved on.

Finally, Arturius moved his hand up to tenderly stroke the roll whisker from Lacrimas face with the back of his finger. The Half-elf smiled up at her lover as he caressed her cheeks and broke the muteness though her articulation was barely more than a whisper.

"Thank you…my lord."

Arturius smiled himself at hearing her language

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

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

"As are you my love."

Her face suddenly flushed as she realised what she had said and she noticed a slight jolt in Arturius'body but, before she could apologise, the human smiled and dropped his torso to take her in a bass, prolonged kiss.

As their lips and natural language worked passionately together, Lacrima moaned as she felt the homo slowly withdraw his semi-hard phallus from within her, drawing out a moving ridge of his source to splash onto the church's slabs.

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

Such was the depth of the huntsman silence that Lacrima began to believe that this was a queer tryst, that she would never again feel this humans touch on her raw tegument and never see his masculine form in any former situation than battle.

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

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

"Where are you going ?"

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

"I, I must come back. The inner circle will get down to wonder as to my whereabouts if I am not dwelling house before sundown."

Arturius smiled, an activeness 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 homo as he picked his way out of a gravid pickle blown in the rear of the household of God and out into the cool breeze.

On feeling the ghostly skin senses of the winding, Lacrima closed her eyes and let the memories of this day wash over her as the rain and nothingness washed over her strong-arm form.

Her reverie was broken by a crunching sound and she opened her eyes, gasping as she saw the Orion wheeling a jet disgraceful bike around the nook. The cycle was slick and glittered in the fading Light. A distich of mid-calibre assault rifles had been grafted to either side of the diminished windshield which, itself, glowed with a faint green light cast by a Heads up display.

It was by far the most awful vehicle of its kind she had ever seen and she couldn't service but laughter openly.

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

The human chuckled and nodded

"Perhaps not so lots shining but I like the equivalence nonetheless. This is Amryll, it has saved my life on unnumerable occasions and I would be honoured if you would depend upon with me. I know the whereabouts of Dacorum Theta outpost. Would you perhaps like me to take you there ?"

Lacrima laughed as she held onto Arturius'body. Her whisker whipped in the wind as the bikes potent electrical engine sped them across the bleak terrain. The earthly concern was desperately ill and the demons would not give up the land they had stolen before a great deal more blood had been spilled, but right now, as she held her buff close and gazed out over the realm as it leapt past, she allowed herself to do something she had not done in many years.

She allowed herself to hope.



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