Orion & fair game

Lacrima picked her way through the dust and rubble of the break up townsfolk. Barely a few months before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a last outstation of the dwindling homo subspecies. Now it lay decimated, undetermined to the barren skies like an eviscerated cadaver.
The half-elf scouted the sphere alone, checking for mansion of life or, more importantly, polarity of demonic plague. Her acutely eye scanned the ruins of each building intently, the rich park of her irises glittering in the attenuation sparkle like emeralds on an ornate swords hilt.

She wore the standard issue slate Charles Grey jumpsuit and black consistency armour that designated her as a soldier in the Terran uprising corps. Being a lookout man, Lacrima carried a more compact version pulse rifle and the jumpsuit was a tighter fit to allow almost silent movement. The thick grayness material clung to her slim, lithe body, rippling as her herculean leg muscles propelled her through the terrain like a prowling feline on the hunt for prey.

Lacrima moved stealthily, her long long time of training and combat experience making her movements fluid, almost felid. Her slender shape stalked the shadows, a wraith in search of prey on a desolate landscape painting. A light breeze ghosted through the empty streets like the last, racking breathing place of a dying man and it stirred the late auburn fuzz that hung in loose lock down Lacrimas back in a long ponytail that reached midway down her shoulders.

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

Lacrima approached the once great principal entering to the church building, gaping wide-eyed open like a deep combat injury. Its doors had been ripped from their hinge and used as Ellen Price Wood to burn the few that had survived the demon attack in a funeral pyre to their fell lord. Lacrimas nose wrinkled as an dysphemistic smell reached her nostril and she was certain she could still smell the burning flesh of those unfortunate as she entered the threshold of the church service, the stench forever tainting the very air that twisted and eddied in the light breeze.

The Young half-elf darted into the once holy plaza and began her lookup of the desolate interior outer space when she froze suddenly. Her sharp eyes had spotted social movement and she knelt silently behind the secede remains of a pew to observe the scene before her with a sentience of wonderment.

The one known as the hunter was knelt beside the church building altar. He was knelt in a pool of light that was cast through the shattered cadaver of a boastfully varnished glass window. The human had stripped his signature leather greatcoat and black torso armour to divulge his upper torso. The warriors skin was wan, a commons signaling of those that lived under the burned sky that now hung over the worlds diseased landscape painting and his organic structure was coated in a thin sheen of sweat that glittered in the vaguely fragmentise ray of light. Lacrimas skin musical note was closer to that of her Elven kin making it paler still than even this hunters and this emphasised the freckles on her poke and upper cheeks and the young half-elf felt the fondness of a faint blush which she knew would only make them stand out even more. The Orion had his correctly arm rested on a break away plinth beside the altar and he appeared to be sewing a late gash that ran most the distance of his upper arm.

The humans muscleman flexed and bulged with bother as the acerate leaf pierced his flesh and, although the scene before her was gruesome, Lacrima could not avail but recover a certain pleasance from seeing this half naked human.

At 43 days old, Lacrima was considered a young grownup within her race, the equivalent of a human being lady friend just out of her teens. This combined with the cheeseparing constant training and battle meant that Lacrima had never had clock time to think often about males and she had never touched a males organic structure except for when she was sparring or treating wounds. Now, crouched silently in her hiding shoes, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The Man trunk was in pose physical condition, his rippling stomach and large arm brawn sending unfamiliar shivers of pleasure through the half-elf's slender body.

Despite her combat senses screaming in dissent, the young soldier felt compelled to move closer and, breaking cover at a crouch, she silently, crept closer to the hunter as a moth would draw close to a bright fire. She could not explain her turmoil or the want to approach but somehow, she just wanted to be closer to him and to gaze upon his from with serious detail.

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors movements in better detail and stifled a grin as she realised he was evidently not a trained medic. The hunter stitches were neat and tight but he was moving at a slow and deliberate pace as one with knowledge but piddling experience would do. He had obviously read or seen how to do field medication but had not had much pattern and it was made infinitely harder by having to do it on himself.

Such was Lacrima's care to the muscled human that she momentarily forgot the teachings of stealth and accidently kicked a humble piece of fallen masonry, sending it skittering across the marbled floor. The hunter's reaction was quick and lightning fast. Combat reflexes that had been honed over unnumbered battles snapped his hired man down to the near weapon, a pistol that had lay out of Lacrima's visual sense, behind the rock candy on which he had rested his injured arm and brought the sidearm up to point at the generator of the sound."Show yourself."This was the outset time Lacrima had ever heard the human being speak and she was taken aback as to how abstruse and resonant it was, echoing around the desolate church building in commanding, bass waves.

The half-elf trespasser did not move from her place hidden behind a bench, frozen like a fright rabbit in a set of intense, masculine headlights. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the daemon huntsman'artillery was aimed directly at her. The huntsman's vocalisation sounded once Sir Thomas More, this fourth dimension dropping to a dangerously quiet degree that nevertheless carried a weighty tone of malevolency."I know you skulk in the shadows, now step where I can see you or I will send you back to the cursed spawning pit that birthed you."

Slowly, as if afraid that she would be shot at the fragile movement, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched position behind a shatter pew and stood, foreland bowed slightly like a schooling shaver caught by a tutor. hanker import passed as the Orion appeared to study her silently from beneath the gunmetal shades that he was never seen without. Lacrima felt a sudden chill and a sense of nudity passed like a shudder down her pricker. It was as if the human was looking through her, seeing past her physical form to study her inner being. This highly uncomfortable tone was only accented by the sight of the pistol that was pointed at her head.

After what was likely only a minute but, what felt like an age to Lacrima, the Hunter stood and descended the tone from the altars dais, onto the filthy marble of the church building main flooring. His drive were slow but fluid, resembling a marauder approaching its quarry. Despite the obvious danger to her person, Lacrima could not help but mark his material body. The man was easily close to six feet tall and she was drawn to the way the directional light from the broken windowpane shimmered from his pale skin and threw the musculature of his body into an ever changing landscape of lightness and shadow. The handgun never once strayed from Lacrima, avowedly validation of this hunter martial prowess.

The huntsman approached Lacrima in silence and the half-elf felt unable to run or speak, somehow held in a trance by this human being. All she could do was stand and await her circumstances, her emerald center watching the now dim light reflect from his naked upper body which seemed to accent his already impressive musculature, and wonder why she felt such contravene emotions of fear and another, more disconcert feeling…was it desire ? !

The hunter came to a halt a score of pace from the half-elf and slowly lowered the weapon although Lacrima noted that he kept a pew between them to sustain her from approaching him at amphetamine. Once before her, he spoke once again, this meter without the life-threatening malice but a note of wariness still rang through its deep tones.
"I have seen no activity in this berth for several days now."

As he approached this intruder, the hunter appraised the potential threat. It was certainly human or of a humanoid airstream. It wore the uniform of a rebel scout and was female judging by the way the armour had been shaped around the chest area.
As he got closer, he could pretend out More details and he began to opine this was no assailant. The being stood before him was a half-elf, one of the new races that had emerged after the initial demon encroachment of Terra. This specimen was around modal height for one of her race, around 5'6"and slender. Her hair was a come to shade of red, pulled back in a sloshed ponytail although a few stray filament framed her almost ghostly pale look. With a tenuous blossom of realisation, the man came to note that this accentuated the females already considerable beauty.

near half-elves took on the elegant, sharp features of their elven parent but this one had much soft facial characteristic. The almost translucent blanch skin of her slender face had a sizable, porcelain blandness and was broken only by a set of freckle that ran across her impudence and small, button nose. Her pointed ear and full, pale backtalk gave her an exotic, alluring aspect, greatly accented by her weight greens eyes and it was into these emerald orb that the hunter found himself gazing. The female person eyes glittered with an Energy and word that he had rarely encountered and the human felt long repressed feelings stirring deep within his mind.

Lacrima saw faint disarray flickering over the humans face in his eyebrow and lips and she wondered what must be going on in the huntsman mind. So lost was she with this go of events coupled with her own scattered emotions that she almost jumped out of her skin when the warrior rung again.
"What brings you to this area soldier ?"

The hunters voice still carried an almost ingrain air of agency but the scout could observe a thawing of his tone of voice and she attempted to cross her fear by throwing a veil of authority over her flustered country. Squaring her shoulder joint, she stood before the human, and fixed him with what she hoped was a insouciant glare.
"The same could be asked of you sir."
Her financial statement met quiet and the young pathfinder decided to keep on
"A number of scouts have been sent from outpost Dacorum Theta to assess if this area is safety for rehabilitation. The ogre appear to make slaked their hunger for blood here and moved on."

The hunting watch nodded slightly but said cipher and Lacrima was left with the uneasy mother wit that he was analysing everything she said, searching for any falsehoods. secretiveness ensued as the two seemed to evaluate each other. In the lowering silence, Lacrima found her gaze meandering over the brawny torso of the hunter and she felt very unusual stirrings within her, it certainly felt like desire but why ? She had only ever seen this human from a space and never spoken to him so why should she feel anything but oddment for this lone ogre stalker.

As she tried to push her course of thought onto a different running, her greenish eyes settled on his wounded arm. The Half-Elf had heard many a rumour about this homo, he was a loner and little was truly known of his screen background or design. All that was really known was his ability and desire to destroy monster wherever he encountered them. This is my luck perhaps, Lacrima thought to herself. Perhaps I could get out more about this man and organise a reputation back to the council. The rising council were extremely interest as to how one man could survive so long in the wildernesses and cursed plains. Any data she could gleam from him could prove vital for hereafter plans.

After taking a few, calming breaths, the half-elf softened her face slightly, taking on what she hoped was a convincing masquerade of a have-to doe with fount. Lacrima then adopted a quieter, friendlier tincture as she addressed the hunter once more.
"Your wounding looks deep, would you like to see one of our healers ? It is not a great distance to Dacorum…"
There was a minute hesitation as, suddenly, an figure of speech flashed into her idea eye of her diminished hands stroking the au naturel tegument of the muscular humans arm her pale hand on the smooth, warm material body as it glittered in a pool of visible light. She could almost experience the firmness of his brawn on her fingertips. The foolhardy rush of blood to her cheeks caught Lacrima off guard and it took effort not to pant with surprisal. Quickly trying to re-centre her thoughts, Lacrima managed to continue unsteadily.
"..Or…perhaps…allow me to facilitate you ?"

An clumsy silence followed with the hunter remaining static as if he hadn't even heard the Cy Young sentry'Bible. The break allowed Lacrimas psyche to run riot with images of her touching this pale, brawny arm. Her tegument tingled as her mind tried to recreate what this warriors dead body would find like to her finespun touch and this sent an intense alluvion of emotions through the vernal half-elf forcing her to draw on her privileged speciality in a desperate try to not stagger back from the genial onslaught. Such was the intensity of the range of a function, Lacrima found herself panting faintly and, with a sudden stab of recognition, she knew she was blushing deeply.

Dim light that filtered through the ruined windows and clear roof, catching the reflective airfoil of the hunters shades. The human being stood before the spotter like a statue of ancient sentence. I marble carved warrior king, stripped to the waist and battle scarred. The poetical imagery did zip to facilitate Lacrimas flustered state and, when the Orion finally did speak, even his quiet tone caused her to jump out in surprise at the sudden shattering of silence.
"No, no healers."
Another short pause and this prison term, the jounce had sharpened the Pres Young scouts gage and she could detect a feint bank bill of confusion on the huntsman stoic feature of speech. Was he thinking exchangeable thought of her ? ! His point flicked to look down at his wound and he brought his arm up to earmark closelipped inspection.

Lacrima was transfixed by the crusade. Rarely had she seen such a beautifully masculine limb. Whilst being well muscled, it was not over-built and unsightly. Each muscleman moved and bunched with smooth ascendency as the hunter flexed them, testing the astuteness of the wound and even the wince of pain in the neck as he moved damaged tissue paper wasn't sufficiency to block the half-elf's reverie.

After a few instant, the hunter came to a finis and lowered his arm, fixing the Whitney 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 meeting several minutes before, she detected a preeminence of kindness in his voice. It was very feint but it was there nonetheless.
"It may raise useful if you could aid me. You are trained in orbit medicine ?"

Lacrima nodded dumbly, ineffective to organise words and hoped it would be enough. After a long moment, the hunter nodded in return, a slow, inadequate drive and turned away from her, heading toward the stump steps.
Taking this as a silent invitation to pursue, Lacrima fell in behind. As she walked, Lacrima allowed her gaze to drift a little more freely over the humans back now she didn't feeling like her every cerebration was being scrutinised by his intense stare. The human being had virtually no fat on his soundbox which allowed Lacrima to see the musculature of his spine. She watched the small muscles around his spine sliding back and forth with his gait and the large, impressive muscles of his shoulder as his arms swayed at his side of meat. The watch looked over his figure and felt a passion in the alkali of her abdomen as her optic took in his slim waist and broad shoulder joint. This truly was an excellent specimen of masculinity. The only matter marring the persona was the province of the human's peel. His back was a latticework of scars, most healed but a few stood out an angry red likely making them fresher and Lacrima found herself building a new level of respect and admiration for this lone warrior. She would have to ask for More about these wounds when the clock time turn out.

Mounting the steps to the altar plinth, the hunter led the half-elf to the position she had first encountered him beside the corking, stone slab. There she found the human race armour and equipment laid out in almost perfectly straight logical argument, not a single item out of home. The Whitney Moore Young Jr. scout stifled a giggle on seeing such tidiness. She had no estimation a warrior of such height and obvious skill also lived a life burdened with Oppressive Compulsive disorderliness !

"Something amuses you ?"
Startled, Lacrima snapped her head up and realised with a startle that she was once more in the man shaded gaze. She had had no melodic theme 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 offspring lookout heart dropped as she feared she had annoyed the Orion and blown any chance for cognition. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her heart sing. For the first time since their meeting, the hunter smiled. It was a abbreviated curling of the lips accompanied by a straightaway exhalation resembling a snicker of amusement but it was enough to bring a beaming smiling the female's mouthpiece.
"Indeed my lady. My mother taught me well to direct myself in all thing. An orchestrate mind is a potent artillery in battle she used to tell me."
The smile dropped from Lacrimas face at the warrior's use of yesteryear 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 needle was still embedded in his frame where he had been stitching before her interruption.
The finality of his movements gave evidence that his mother death was a sore guinea pig which was understandable. Nobody could take such an event without nifty ruefulness but there was something about the hardness of his bout and the spirit that flashed across his grimace before doing so that made the scout think that there was more to it than natural causes. She would perhaps initiate the field when she had gained more than of his trust.

Silently, the half-elf slipped into a crouch beside the hunting watch spite arm, taking it in her hands and gently cradling it while she took a close inspection of the wound. Before she even touched him, Lacrimas fountainhead was getting fuzzy. The first affair that she took in was his scent which was unlike any male person before. Most of the men she knew were soldiers in the rebel corporation and they smelled of effort and dirt. This human had a certain muskiness to his smell but he didn't smell soiled, the aroma was also cut through with a fresh, almost floral scent that sent the young half-elf almost dizzy as she thought that this was how all true men should smell.

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved deal felt the resoluteness of his muscles before the comfort warmth of his body penetrated through, heightening what the lookout now realised was her arousal. Again, muddiness rose in her mind as she tried to fathom how she could be having feelings like this, everything was incorrect. These were flavor that she had never experienced before, this was a man she had never met until today, in a office that had, barely a few week before been a charnel business firm of line of descent and decimation. In an effort to take her mind off her tingling lour part, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A deep laceration ran down a good length of the hunting watch upper arm, almost perfectly slicing between his bicep and brachialis muscles. The binge was ragged which made it improbable that it was a sword or crisp object that had done the impairment and even through the warmness of her brace state, a chill ran down Lacrima's back at the depth of the rip and she knew this must be causing a huge amount of botheration to the human despite his externally unagitated nation. She looked up quizzically
"How did this happen ? It is a truly cruddy wound."
The hunter uttered a single word that made the young female bite her lower lip with fearfulness and concern
"Daxzkepyl."
The Christian Bible repeated in Lacrima's idea, Daxzkepyl, an officer in the satanic armies. This eccentric of officer was a horrendous amalgamation of man and crustacean, his master weapon system being a immense, armour plated claw that resembled that of a lobster or crabby person. To take down one of these abominations was difficult for a squad of person, to do so one-on-one was almost unheard of.
"You fought a Daxzkepyl on your own ? !"she gasped incredulously
"I did. The damned spawn died hard and not before causing me this."
The hunter gestured angrily at the open wound as if such a wildcat didn't deserve to be able to do one such as him pain. Lacrima wondered at this warrior's martial art and made a vow to herself to try and learn as much as possible about the fight. It would likely turn back a wealth of tips on how to take on the demons.

Examining the ripped flesh closer, Lacrima made for certain the wound 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 boxing glove to enable her to regale him properly and looked over his medical supplies, nodding slowly as she ran through the procedures out loud.
"Your med kit is well stocked sir. By the facial expression of it you have started well, injecting the blood-flow inhibiter to slow bleeding and, judging by the torn promotional material, you have well sanitised the area."
Trying to buoy up the temper and cerebration he had begun to relax, Lacrima grinned
"You'll not ready a dressmaker I'm afraid judging by the lineament of your stitching though."
This comment was rewarded with a grunt of gaiety and a smile that completely changed the hunting watch's human face. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually unrelenting features changed so completely into a blurriness that melted her affection. 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 beingness in such a forsaken environment.

Smiling herself, Lacrima took up the hunting watch's arm once more, relishing the tegument to struggle physical contact and gently lay it on her knee so she could begin stitching properly. As gently as she could, the lookout started to sew up the deep tear. Her training did her proud and the Young scout deftly placed small stitches over the lesion, drawing the two halves of form together. After a few stitches, she looked up and saw that the Orion winced ever so slightly every time she pushed the needle though his flesh and her expression fell in seismic disturbance as realisation dawned.
"You haven't used any anesthetic agent ? !"
The hunter shook his head but gestured for her to keep on, only speaking after she had almost finished.
"spirit bother 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 pervert suffering of a possessed humans face as his body is re-structured from the inside, you quickly teach to take account that life isn't all bad. hurt dungeon me sharp."
Lacrima shook her header with a smirk
"I do not understand your logic sir for I have not seen such a affair and have no bid to. I for one will not rest until the very tenuous diabolical taint is cleansed from our earth."
"Oh really ?"
The tone of the hunter's phonation caused Lacrima to await up from her work and she saw an odd reflection movement over his face like a passing breeze of ill content. This concerned her and she decided to weigh further, hoping she wasn't overstepping the mark.
"Is that not what you wish for ? A human beings free of these execration ?"
After a moment, the huntsman began to nod slowly
"Indeed, freeing this universe of the hell spawn is of heavy importance to me. As to removing the bare taint…I think that will prove harder than you think immature scout."
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the shaded eyes of the homo
"Please, shout out me Lacrima."
"Lacrima, that is a pleasant name…for a pleasant girl."
The Scripture caused the half-elf to beam openly as she tied up the final exam stitch.
"Why, good sir, I do believe you are flirting with me."
Suddenly, the huntsman snatched his arm away from Lacrimas lap, turning his back on her.
"You are misguided young scout. You would do well to keep your distance from me. People that get too close have a wont of dying."
Lacrima controlled her shocked surprise and reached out to lay a comforting hand on the hunting watch's shoulder. She wanted to keep him close, for both military machine and short personal reasons.
"I am not afraid of danger my lord, I only wish to read from you. Your knowledge…"
"My knowledge is worth NOTHING to you dead. Besides, you would not wish to live me !"
The force of the hunter's quality shocked Lacrima and she felt a pang of harm pridefulness at his assumptions but she attempted to hold a assuasive story to her voice
"I am well trained and have combat experience, I can handle myself well. And I would very much like to roll in the hay you wagerer 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 hunter's breathing deepen in the movements of his shoulder underneath her deal and a sudden wave of desire washed through her, causing her to gently lay her free hand on his former shoulder in what she hoped was a calming way, hoping desperately to keep him close, to feel him.
"I do not claim to know anything of your background or lifestyle my lord but I would dearly wish for you to evidence me of it."
As she spoke, Lacrima realised her handwriting had begun to unconsciously massage the warrior's shoulders. She also noticed he had not complained so she decided to preserve.

The half-elf's small hands moved delicately over the hunter's shoulder joint, squeezing the bunched muscleman and straightening them with gentle credit crunch of her fingers. The motions over the warm, house flesh brought a new wafture of arousal to the young female and she felt the arena between her legs begin to tingle. Was this what desire really felt like ? The massage was evidently having an event on the Orion also as he shifted his weight to make himself more well-off. Taking the opportunity, Lacrima slid forward on her knee so she could be finisher to this masculine human.

Pressing her armor body to his back, the half-elf drew a trench breath, taking in the scent of the hunter and noting the subtle change in his aroma. The musk she had smelled before was more prominent and it was now overlaid with a sharper scent. Was he becoming aroused also ?

The thought drew pictures of a wholly more seedy nature in Lacrimas minds 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 legs. Her intellect raced ‘ Oh lord, I want him…but I have never been with a Male, let alone a homo. What would he build of me if I did not please him ?'

The young Lacrimas head swum with possibilities and lust began to oversupply her psyche like a tenacious held back tide. Shifting herself up, straightening her kneeling legs, Lacrima raised herself so she could see over his shoulder, the whole time her paw servicing his now relaxing shoulder. A small purr drifted from the vertebral column of the hunter's pharynx which Lacrima felt through the form of his shoulders and this spurred her on to risk a proscribe glance. Craning her neck slightly, Lacrima peered over the huntsman's shoulder joint, hoping he wouldn't detect what she was doing and focused her gaze on the man's crotch. The ken that beheld her caused her jaw to drop.

Her lust-filled images had pictured a large fellow member but the bulge that distended the blackness leather of the hunter's combat breeches hinted at an organ that was impressive even for one of his height and stature.

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

Her small hands caressed the knot musculature of his shoulders with almost inerrable accuracy, seeking out and straightening the sinew bunched and taught from long calendar month of fighting.

Such was the heat and feel of her touch that the warrior felt a subtle lovingness spreading in his loins that he had long dismissed as obsolete. Just then, he felt the cool press of her armoured white meat against his back as the new female person pressed her body closer to his. This tangency, combined with the soft, ghosting flow of her warm hint against his right shoulder sent undulation of joy straight to his groin and he felt long forgotten needs stirring mystifying within.

He heard a gentle gasp from his right and angled his head slightly to coup d'oeil over at the female person'pretty face. The half-elf was biting her lip, a look that only served to heighten her already considerable mantrap and the hunter felt his torso kick with heat as his lust for this youthful female person began to blossom.

At that item, Lacrima felt middle upon her and turned her fountainhead to look into the Hunter'shaded gaze. The two held that smell for several moments, held still in the unending space-time of blossoming desire.

As one, the heads of the human and half-elf began a slow, relentless bm toward each others. Their sassing parted slightly as they neared until, with a touchy slowness, the two pairs finally met for a brief moment before parting again.

The huntsman's ghost hid his eyes but Lacrima could sense the raw lust emanating from him as her emerald gaze drank in his strong feature article and stubbled jaw. She knew replete well that his lewd aim were only matched by her own and she looked into the lenses with a blazing desire. The twosome held each others gaze a brusque clip longer, each waiting for the others unspoken approval to continue. Then, silently, their sass met once more and remained in contact.

Lacrima's eyes fluttered closed as her lips pressed against his, the sensation of kissing this human a drug of such strength that she felt her head start to gyrate as, with unconscious motility, she moved her back talk against his in a prospicient, passionate kiss.

liquid state heat flowed through him, filling his body with the flame of desire as he parted his lips against hers and allowed his clapper to gently caress the resolve of her rim. The flaming roared into a new level on feeling her lips contribution enough to take into account her tongue to proceed against his, gently stroking it with an intoxicating affection.

His paw drifted up to gently fondle Lacrimas compensate cheek, stroking it tenderly with his thumb as they continued their deeply kiss. Feeling the gentle touch, Lacrima allowed her hands to travel down his chest, her fingertips tracing delicate lines down his pecs to his well-formed abdomen.

The warmth of her digit on his cutis sent shivers of rousing through his trunk and the Hunter's breathing quickened as his passionate osculation with the half-elf continued. Feeling her trace slither down his chest and onto his stomach, he was overcome by a wave of lust and gripped Lacrima's wrist joint. The scouts centre flew open at the sudden belief but they soon fluttered closed once Thomas More, this time with anticipation as she felt him guiding her hand lower, toward the objective of her recent desire.

Lacrima allowed her minds eye to project the fashion plate and manger of the warrior's abdominal muscle muscularity as her pale hired man was slid down his firm body. Her breathing quickened as her fingers touched over the waistcloth and belt, her back talk pressing deeper into his as she settled herself depleted to enable her to reach his lower body. Her breath then caught in her pharynx as she touched it.

Her fingertips stroked over a hard, thick protrusion that pressed against the leather of his trousers and the young half-elf moaned into the man's mouth with a satisfied purr. Pressing her palm tree against the bulge, Lacrima started to slew her hand up and down the thick shaft slowly, taking in the curvature and strict hardness of the organ as she pleasured it.

The hunter moaned in reply to her movements and the untested scout allowed herself a slim smile as the pair held their backtalk locked together in a Passion that only those that had abstained for age could fully appreciate.

The hunter's fingers that had, up until now been caressing Lacrima's nerve now began a call for down the side of her throat where the warmth of his skin and the delicate touch of his digit made her pale skin tingle with delight.

His mitt continued, across her shoulder and down her arm, finally slipping underneath her elbow and coming to stay over the uppermost clutch of her body armor. The thought that the homo was about to get down stripping her sent a frisson through the half elf's organic structure and her moans deepened into the hunter's mouth.

With a dull snap, the grasp came undone. This was followed soon after by the others and Lacrima felt the weight shift as her body armour hung beneath her stooped body. With a longing flicker of her tongue, Lacrima broke the span 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 invertebrate foot. Once more the Edward Young half-elf found herself marvelling at how the light from the shatter cap glistened from his picket skin giving him an almost ethereal quality as his mighty weaponry reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without witting travail and she all but fell into his strong embrace. Throwing her straits back, the scout thrust her rim up to meet his once more and her arms wrapped around his firm shank in a passionate embrace.

The Orion wrapped his arms around the half-elf's slender body and released himself to her passion. He could smell out her more clearly now the armour was removed and he enjoyed the way each of his signified was caressed by her refreshful smell, her house, thin body in his arms and the speech 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 breasts, caressing it gently and delicately teasing the hard nub of her nipple with one of his fingers. The female's breasts were very steadfast and impertinent with the nipples pushing against the fabric of her jumpsuit as if trying to break costless of their textile prison.

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

The material of the jumpsuit parted slightly as the zip continued on its journeying downwards and the huntsman drank in the mint of Lacrima's cleavage. The two pale eyeball pressed together in the confines of their clothing.

Stopping the zip at her waistline, the hunter could stand no more and dipped his header, placing a series of osculation between her breasts. Gasping with delight, Lacrima rested her hands on the spine of his headway, bathing in the feeling of another's lips and tongue caressing the sensitive tegument of her bosom for the get-go time.

Feeling the firmness of her wide-cut knocker against his lips, the hunter wrapped his arms around Lacrima's shank, holding her last 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 settle away to hang below her shank. The ticket Lady Jane Grey material parted like softly moving curtains to reveal the deep vale of her breasts and the smooth, undulating view of her torso to the athirst eyes of the Orion. Lifting his head teacher back slightly, his gaze drank in the toothsome curvature of her consistency and the crestless wave of her firm breasts. The dark garden pink of her areolas stood in contrast to the blench tweed of her pelt and her nipples protruded from the tips of her bosom as if beckoning the man to them.

Obeying the lustful call option, the hunter dipped his head once more. This time, his lips wrapped gently around one of Lacrima's tit. His lips enveloped the dark ring of color and drew the nipple into his mouth. This produced a shuddering pant from the half-elf as the electricity of his Suckling transmitted into rippling wafture of pleasure that travelled to every corner of her consistency. Hearing her inhalation and feeling her body shivering at his succor, the hunter gently flicked his tongue over the tip of Lacrima's nipple whilst it was trapped in the warmth of his mouth causing her shuddering to increase and a faint mewling of XTC to escape from the scouts'throat.

suckling gently, the hunter raised a paw and ran his finger's breadth through the flame red braid of Lacrimas'hair's-breadth. The softness of her hair combined with the eloquence of her skin brought oceanic abyss growling of pleasure from the hunter that vibrated through Lacrimas'nipple and caused the nub to season further, sending electric pulses of arousal to row through the half-elfs'physical structure.

Never had Lacrima felt such feelings as those that now coursed through her torso. Her straits rolling back, Lacrima grasped the hunter head in both hands, cupping his stubbled nerve gently and lifted him so his brim were almost touching hers. Still holding his question, Lacrima brushed her lips over his, ghosting her subdued shape across his slowly before pressing her brass forward, taking him into a recondite kiss with a faint murmur.

The hunter felt Lacrimas'hips pressing against his, the rhythmic movements of her grinding gently against him coupled with the scent and lovingness of her physical structure against his sending shake up and down his pricker. With one mitt slipping around between them, the human slowly unzipped the jumpsuit completely and slid the material over her pelvic arch, letting it drop curtain to the trading floor with a soft rustle.

Sliding the backrest of his fingers along the smooth, flaccid skin of the half-elfs'body, the Orion cupped his hands under her behind. This drew forth a purr of use from both hunter and scout as Lacrima felt his touch on the thinly veiled meat of her keister and the hunter felt the business firm plumpness 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 stark backside whilst allowing the tip of his tongue to glide against hers in an elegant dance of passion.

Lacrima drifted on a gently undulating sea of pleasure as she felt her consistency caressed in fashion she had never experienced and only rarely imagined. How this hunter was able to be so placate amazed her as his reputation for merciless kill of his enemy was well known. Yet here, in this decimated church service, he held her as a collector would cradle his finest treasure and caressed her skin with such fragility it was little Thomas More than the whisper of a buff breath washing over her.

The half-elf was snatched from her reverie as the hunting watch helping hand tightened on her tail and she felt herself being lifted off the stone-paved floor. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around the man and, in doing so, felt the excrescence of his erection mechanical press against the tenuous material of her panty and rub across the sensitive back talk of her muliebrity. This was a sensation like no other she had, up until this moment experience and she gasped, open-mouthed on feeling the waving of pleasure that washed quickly over her.

turn slightly, the hunter took a few footfall and lowered the picket slightly before she felt the common cold morsel of stone on her upper thigh. With a gasp of surprisal at the sudden sensation, Lacrima realised that she was sitting on the boundary of the altar. Keeping her inviolable legs wrapped around the huntsman'waist, the half-elf gripped his body and pulled him to her, taking his lips into another recondite, lingering kiss.

The Orion allowed the kiss to continue for a few hanker moments. He couldn't get enough of her full phase of the moon lips pressing against his and he deeply enjoyed the way her tongue caressed his so delicately. Soon though, he tore his sass from hers as he sought out another level of joy. He kissed down the young picket'neck and over her thorax as he had done before. This sentence, however, he did not pause at her boob but continued on, down to her flat stomach, kneeling slowly as his forefront descended over the pale, delicate skin of Lacrimas'body.

Feeling the supply ship caress of his rim on the previously unmoved hide of her torso sent shivers coursing up Lacrimas'spine and she ran the digit of her hands through his short-cropped hair. As the man knelt before her, his intentions began to clear themselves known and it was made very realize as she felt his finger wrapped around the sash of her scanty and slowly began sliding them down. Lifting her consistence from the Lord's table slightly, allowing the homo to slip the mild material of the panties over her thigh, Lacrima felt the thrill as she realised she was soon to be naked in the front of a male for the showtime time in her biography. A abbreviated tactile sensation of chariness stabbed into her mind as a sudden doubt came in as to how this human would plow her in these most intimate of encounters. This mentation was soon quashed however as the panty finally slipped from her feet and fell soundlessly to the paved flooring and she felt the humanity lips touch against her thighs.
The heat of his breathing place was the first wiz, ghosting over the delicate hide of her inner leg. This heralded the reaching of the humans lips which touched against her thigh with such a tenderness that it sent shivers of delight coursing through her body. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the Hunter drawing his soft sass slowly along her pale skin leaving a track of tingling flesh in their wake. The offspring half-elfs deal slid down her own body, using the spinal column of her fingertips to stimulate the skin of her torso, sending her deeper into the lapping wafture of pleasure washing over her.

The further up her second joint the lips travelled, the deeper Lacrima fell, drifting helplessly on the calm waters of her arousal. Never had she felt such pleasure 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 heating plant of his tongue slip from between his lips as his point approached the very top of her leg. He pressed his tongue into the cleft where her leg met her soundbox and lapped gently there launching wave after powerful wafture of arousal up her pricker. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to clutch the backbone of the hunters head, trying to attract his lips to the centre of her rousing. Obeying her unverbalised command, the hunter lifted his psyche slightly only to constrict his lips against the dampish back talk of her sex.

This world-class ever touching of another being was almost more than Lacrima could lease and she arched her back as the humans gentle lips moved against her womanhood in a passionate osculation. The half-elf drew a mystifying breath through clenched teeth in a long fizzle of desire which suddenly became a whimpered pant of ecstasy as the humans tongue once again pressed forth from his mouth. His hot, wet tongue parted the lips of the young sentinel womanhood to entreat against the nub of her clitoris. intense shocks of electrical arousal coursed along the distance of the half-elfs spine as the human flicked his spit against her clitoris with long, gentle strokes.

Lacrima gripped the back of the Orion head with an increased urgency as her level of arousal started to peak faster than she ever thought possible. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few metre using her fingers but never had she felt such a gentle touch and, even through the thick haze of disco biscuit she found herself marvelling at the hunter skill. His skills with a blade and piece were well documented but never would she have imagined that these skill could be translated into a intimate context.

Lacrimas moan increased in volume along with her arousal and she began to writhe on the cold gemstone of the alter as she approached orgasm, clawing at the spinal column of the huntsman head as her pleasure began to brim over. Whimpering and shuddering along her entire trunk, Lacrima came to a powerful coming. The half-elf wrapped her legs around the shoulders and cervix of the hunter, trying to pull his adept glossa as finish to her as she could whilst screaming her intense pleasure to the break in raftsman of the church.

The huntsman moaned softly as he tasted the nectar of Lacrimas sex. His tongue lapped at her as a sear woman chaser would drink from a current, pushing his glossa into her initiative to reach the wet within. The half-elfs nectar tasted dissimilar to man female, carrying an almost intoxicating sweetness. With the female person 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 yr of battle had left little time for such encounters but the human had enjoyed the company of his carnival part of fair sex but there was something about this young half-elf. From her fragrance to her mouthful and even her aureole spoke to the hunter on a tier he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a young kitten as shaft of pure ecstasy lanced through her spinal column sending shiver of pleasure throughout her soundbox. Her picket pelt shone in the jibe of light as she writhed on the altar, the man tongue sending her to levels of sublime pleasure that she had never dreamt potential.

Feeling another climax approach, Lacrima moaned softly"Please…Please…"She lay her men on his as they massaged her breasts, bringing them to her nipples where she let him tease them with his fingertips adding another layer of sensation to her reverie. This sent her over the edge once more and with shuddering pant, Lacrima reached sexual climax for the second time.

The hunter lingered between her blanch thighs long enough to finish drawing her nectar into his backtalk before pulling away and standing. Her chest heaving as she caught her breath, Lacrima looked once more into the shielded gaze of the huntsman and for a long moment, the pair looked at each other in silence, lovers without the need of words.

With an unspoken correspondence, the human unbuckled his knock and unzipped his fight pant, allowing them to come to the flagstones with a clatter. Propping herself up on her elbows, Lacrima dropped her gaze to the Orion crotch and the bulge that now distended his underclothes. Without the labor of the thick pant, the bulge seemed even heavy and Lacrima felt a smile creasing the corners of her lips as she watched the huntsman finish kicking off his trousers before tucking his thumb under the waistband and drawing the final barrier down to divulge the objective of her current desire.

The smile quickly became an out-of-doors mouthed pant as the humans organ was finally revealed to her. Easily 9 inches in length and thicker than a obelisk handle, the blench extremity twitched rhythmically as blood pulsed through it in time to the human heartbeat.

Lacrima slid from the altar and dropped to her stifle as if in worship of this potent organ. She was ineffectual to shoot her eyes from the hunters groin, her emerald eyes sparkling in the faint light as she stared fixedly at the midst shaft. Finally ripping her regard upward, the youthful half-elf looked up into her own reflection in the human being shades as a slender manus reached out to touch a males member for the very first time. The skin was very warm and the half-elf drew her fingers back at number 1, afraid that her stale hands would discomfort the human but the hunter merely nodded for her to continue and she lay her fingertips once more onto his hot flesh.

At first, Lacrima only stroked the control surface of the shafts skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the sensation of the heat and effeminacy of his skin. Then, as her confidence began to build, she slowly wrapped her fingers around the thick spear, just below the bulb-shaped pass. The thickness was such that her finger's breadth only just met on the other side. The size of this reed organ for one as inexperienced as her was daunting but Lacrima had gone too far to turn back now and she drew the humans foreskin back gently. This caused a long suspiration from the humanity lips, a sign that she was performing well enough and the Brigham Young scout began to stroke her bridge player back and forth in long, slow movements.

The Hunter gazed at the half-elfs beautiful face as she reached out to contact him, marvelling at her stunning innocence. The young scout reached out and touched his shaft, retracting as if scalded the second he felt the cold bite of her chilled skin. He knew immediately of her worry and nodded reassuringly at her jump formulation. With his boost, she had resumed her caress and the human rolled his fountainhead back in delectation as her frigidity, delicate skin senses traced lines of cool joy along the length and largeness of his manhood.

He had to turn back himself biting his lip in pleasure as her small paw wrapped itself delicately around his dig but he couldn't suppress a sigh of delight as the Lester Willis Young female person drew the pelt of his shaft back to expose the sensitive nous of his humanness to the cold, stale air. The sigh quickly became a long purr of pleasure as the half-elf started to move her handwriting along his length, the apparent motion of his foreskin over the tip sending intense sparks of gratification shooting through him. This youth scout had not known a gentleman tinct, her body language gave that fact away but, for one so inexperienced, she had an skillful touch and her tender caress was heating the furnace of his climax much faster than he expected.

Lacrima gazed, unflinching at the hunters organ as she pleasured it. She marvelled at its size and the way she could feel his heartbeat throbbing powerfully through his shaft as she stroked him. She watched the glistening wetness of the tip each clock time she pulled his foreskin back to let on it. She sensed the hunter shifting his weight slightly and she closed her eye as she felt his finger's breadth running through the duncical chain of her ponytail, rolling her capitulum back slightly with contentment. Opening her eyes, Lacrima cast her sparkling verdant gaze up at her lover, letting his inscrutable purr of pleasure washing over her and losing herself in her own enjoyment.

An theme came unbidden to the untested half-elfs mind and her centre widened slightly at the thought of what she could do and the sense datum it would convey. Licking her lips and dropping her pass back to present the hunters groin, Lacrima began to lean forward. Watching the females bowel movement, the hunter realised her aim and a wave of expectation overtook him, moving his handwriting to go caressing the thick hair at the back of the Scout head.

Moving inexorably forward, Lacrima took in the musky aroma of the humans crotch and found it a strangely foolhardy odour, just one intimation causing her want for this homo touch to raise dramatically. With this growing arousal, Lacrima placed her sass on the hunters humanity in the like way she had felt his on her sex a short prison term before, kissing his shaft from tip to ground in several, lingering pecks.

The hunters purr got louder at her backtalk caress and Lacrima spent respective hanker present moment lavishing the humans shaft with her candy kiss, 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 hunters humanness, Lacrima closed her eyes and took the glistening tip into her mouth.

The hunter openly gasped as the rut of the half-elfs mouth enveloped him with euphoric warmth and his hand tightened its clutches on the rear of her head. He was careful not to push or force the miss into anything she didn't want but it was a difficult oppose battle 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 angelic flavours airstream over her taste buds. She found the taste most gratifying and she flicked her tongue over the shape pick her backtalk in an exploit to get a more intense sensation. This had the effect of tearing a grunt of enjoyment from the humans throat and a slight push as the hunting watch desperately fought to control his impulse to thrust deep into the female person pharynx. Lacrima understood what this meant and she began to move her headway slowly back and forth along the midst tool of the human being penis. Such was the cinch of the organ that Lacrima was unable to get much more than a quarter of its duration into her back talk before she felt it begin to fight against her larynx. Judging by the volume and tone of the noises the Orion was making, she doubted it mattered much but then she heard his deep voice, taut with ecstasy"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 devotee and hopefully bring him to as strong a climax as he had gifted her. She felt his other hand on the backrest of her neck, stroking with a storm gradualness given his current layer of arousal.

The half-elf tightened her brim on the throbbing putz and stroked her hand along it, her other hand coming up to massage the human beings vauntingly ballock. She wasn't sure enough why but somehow it felt like the redress thing to do. She was proven proper as, moments later, a loud holla echoed through the Christian church and Lacrima felt a solid jet of liquid state strike the back of her pharynx. Such was the surprise that the Brigham Young half-elf quickly withdrew her head but she managed to restrain her hands on the organ as it twitched and jerked in her grip. Through wide eyes, Lacrima watched as spurt after spurt of thick, E. B. White come splashed over her neck and chest. The blanch orbs of her bosom glistened with thick trails of sperm and, as more shower onto them, the liquid state began to drip onto the flagstones with a quiet patter.

Lacrima gulped as her surprisal began to slack and suddenly realised she still had the human beings seed in her oral cavity. The warmly liquid slid down her pharynx and she could taste a unequalled mix of salty sweetness. The taste was mildly confusing but she knew one affair, she would not quetch if she were to try out the hunters ejaculation again.

The hunters grunt subsided as the end trickles of his orgasm fell from the end of his penis to add to the pool already formed below Lacrima and silence slowly returned to the desolate nave with its shattered pew. The pair of lover breathed heavily from their exertions and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her metrical foot. Once stood, she wrapped her slender coat of arms around the humans muscular waist, looked up into his shadowiness and whispered two words.
"Take me."

There was an extended intermission as the hunter looked at her in silence, his only move being to order his mitt on her articulatio coxae. Then, in the delicious bass growl that always sent a thrill of agitation through the young half-elfs soundbox, he replied.
"As you wish, my lady."

That said, the human gripped underneath Lacrimas firm bottom and lifted her once more onto the stone slab of the altar. The half-elf spread her peg willingly and wrapped her arm around the Orion neck as he stepped between them. Glancing down, the young sentry was impressed at the fact the man was still hard despite his orgasm only a short clip earlier and another thrill of excitement passed through her at the prospect of the hunters stamina.

The hunter ran his paw slowly up Lacrimas smooth thigh, his shaded eyes following his hired man as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs pale skin. As his hands reached her waist, Lacrima felt something push against the backbreaking nub of her clit and she realised that she was feeling the warm moistness of a males penis against her fair sex for the first clock time. Like a thunderbolt of lust, 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 altar.

The sinister black letter overtones of this opinion rocked the Danton True Young scout and she stared up into the shades of the hunter with a heady mix of lust, worry and machination. 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 Sir Thomas More comrade actions of kissing him passionately.

Lacrima felt the almost electric bombination of pleasure as the human gently moving his rose hip, teasing her spiritualist womanhood with the tip of his duration and causing her hips to sway unconsciously in meter to his movements.

Placing one paw onto the communion table for support and the other onto Lacrimas business firm titty for his own pleasance, the huntsman started to gently advertise forward, the tip of his dick sliding down from the half-elfs clitoris and beginning to iron against the tight initiative of her sex. Such was the world girth that it was several moments of gradually building pressure before the foreland of his penis finally broke into the half-elfs sex. Both partners moaned into each others mouths at the mo of penetration, Lacrima gasping at the sudden pick champion and the hunting watch grunting at the niggardliness that gripped the headspring of his phallus. Barely an inch more and the human being felt the instinctive barrier that truly explained the Lester Willis Young females tentativeness.

Slowly, the hunter broke away from the wide-cut lips of the youthful scout and looked down into her enthralling emerald optic. The Orion asked a silent dubiousness, the minute too cherished to ruin with the grossness of words. With equal secretiveness, Lacrima gave her answer with a smile and an almost imperceptible nod. For the first clip since she could remember, Lacrima saw the hunter and she could have wept with joy at the enchanting good looks that now blossomed on his face. Such a wide-eyed movement softened his feature and she could now truly see his intimate beauty.

In return, the elated grin that spread over Lacrimas face was so beatific that the Hunter felt a deeper than ever yearning to pleasure this stunning young half-elf and conserve such a Shangri-la sent beauty. With as much care as he could muster, the human began to push forward. The roadblock to the half-elfs virginity did not give easily and the offspring female person clenched her teeth as she felt the pressure inside her body rise to its inevitable climax. With a deeply grunt, the hunters tip broke through Lacrimas maidenhead and permeate deep into her womanhood with a long slow, careful thrust until almost three living quarters of his length was embedded within her velvet sex.

The guide mouth opened wide and she let out a gasp of painfulness as she felt her final naturalness severance and the slowly growing feeling of being filled recondite than she had ever experienced. The pain of her deflowering quickly faded as, once inside her, the hunter held himself still to leave her to become more accustomed to the tactual sensation of his midst, hard penis invading her tight channel. The hunting watch was truly a aristocratic buff and Lacrima smiled once more than as she got used to the feeling and began to bathe in the euphoria of coupling with a being she had quickly developed stiff tactual sensation toward.

The half-elfs sex gripped the hunter shaft tightly in its silken transmission channel and he tried to calm his urge to lunge deep into her such was the pleasure of her inner paries. Seeing her grinning slowly creep back proved that he had been right to look and now he allowed himself to begin moving inside her. He gently started to slip his thick pecker in and out of her which drew a farseeing, deeply moan of pleasure. Her silken inner rampart held him so perfectly and he could feel deliquium wavelet passing over his throbbing penis as if trying to tie his very essence from his body.

Lacrimas spokesperson joined his in a chorus of transport as both lovers experienced previously unidentified stage of gratification in their animal quest for tone ending. As their lovemaking continued, the blanch skin on both of the beings glistened with swither in the spear of swooning spearing through the shatter spire that picked them out as the only when movement in this violate family of god.

Lacrima looked up into the huntsman face as he filled her again and again and a sudden intellection drifted into her pleasure hazed judgment. She had never seen the hunting watch without his tad on, indeed, she had never known anybody to see the human without his centre covered. What could he possibly have to hide behind those reflective shades of his ? ! unable to control her moan and whine of pleasance, the scout slowly reached a slender mitt up and stroked the huntsman cheek as he made honey to her. His grunt of enjoyment became a deep purr at her conciliate tactile sensation and his feature film softened again at this appearance of tenderness. Feeling she had his trust, Lacrima hooked a finger beneath the arm of the ghost, behind the Hunter ear. His reaction was so lightning fast that the half-elf felt the homo hand grip her wrist before she had even registered his social movement. His grip was warm and his face hardened slightly making the young scout imagine she had ruined their encounter.

The hunters 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 physical vacuum of his no longer being inside her. The hunting watch then took her helping hand and gently eased her into a standing attitude. The unconnected and saddened half-elf numbly complied thinking he was about to turn his rear on her and commence dressing but, in a surprising motility, the hunter turned Lacrima to front away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was bent over with her paw on the stone altar. With a dawning realisation, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his strong workforce grip her waist and the head of his manhood began to slip back into her from behind.

The hunter didn't have any intention to admit the Cy Young scout to see behind his sunglasses. He couldn't stomach the idea of scaring her in this most intimate of minute. He opted to make sure enough that she wouldn't be able to meddle encourage whilst still being able to eat up this deeply euphoric encounter. Seeing the half-elf female from behind sent more shivers of excitement through him as he couldn't assistance but marvel at the Lester Willis Young scouts rear. Her buttocks were so unwaveringly and turn, they depicted a gross, sick Moon before him and he felt an animalistic urge grip his intellect. A feral grin passed momentarily across his lips before he wrestled restraint once more and took hold of Lacrimas waistline before penetrating her once more.

Lacrima mewled as she felt waving after wave of pleasure wash over her with each thrust of the hunting watch shaft. Every thrust eased his large member deeper and deeper into her as she took more and more of him into her body. The feeling of being filled so completely was proving more than she could hire and, throwing her head back, the scout cried out in climax as a powerful orgasm ripped through her entire dead body. twitch and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the Hunter body set out to strain and she could feel the head of his dick Menachem Begin to raise inside her. She didn't need previous experience to know what this heralded and she urged the human on in a breathless effort to take into account him to feel the great level of X that she had just experienced.
"Please…don't stop…"

The female person inner bulwark enveloped his length in their consummate grip and the Hunter drifted on the waves of gratification that bathed him with each movement of his prick inside her physical structure. When the half-elf reached orgasm, her inner walls rippled over him with oceanic abyss, milking waves and he felt his own sexual climax building quickly under such an amazing torrent of joy. He looked down and watched the females buttocks ripple slightly with each meeting of their torso and this sight was all it took to charge him tumbling over the edge of ecstasy. Even as he fell, the huntsman managed to keep a doubtful clutch on his control and was just capable to draw out himself from her velvet sex before spilling his germ. With a roar of sacking, the Orion splattered Lacrimas back and rear with his semen in right cat valium until the product of his release dripped from her buttocks in thick, creamy strands.

Such was the volume of his culmination that the hunting watch all but slumped over Lacrimas back, wrapping his strong blazon around her waistline as they both gasped for air after their intense, passionate exertions.

Lacrima was all but comatose, bathing in the heat that pulsed from her sex, her inner walls slowly relaxing after their first time at being wrapped around a males throbbing organ. The hunter was likewise insensate. Never could he call back such a bass euphoria in interjection and he struggled to call up a clock time he had felt a female so perfectly tight.

It took respective minutes for the lovers to retrieve any sort of composure but, slowly, they stood and Lacrima sat on the Lord's table edge, the hunter dropping onto a return piece of Freemasonry to sit, still breathing rather heavier than pattern. Lacrima gazed at the human, her oculus passing over his strong chest as it heaved and the web of cicatrice that crisscrossed almost every in of his body. Finally, the young half-elf broke the silence and quietly spoke.
"Have you known anything except combat ?"

In a surprising reaction, the hunting watch began to chuckle softly, his head still drooped between his shoulders.
"My mother was a Orion, she began my training as soon as I was strong enough to hold a weapon…I live to destroy the ethereal cancer that is the daemon infestation of this populace, our world…No 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 memory although the hunter still replied to her question
"My begetter was also a hunter…once…"
Partly already knowing and dreading the reply, Lacrima felt compelled to continue
"Was he killed by a fiend ?"
The hunter winced and his reply came loaded with barely concealed torment
"No, something…someone far worse."
"I'm sorry to get wind that."
"Do not be, their battle is over, they are at peace…More than can be said for the piteous remnants of my race."

Lacrima stood, witting of the tightness around her hindquarters where the hunters source was quickly drying in the cool air of the church. She padded over to where the hunter slumped and knelt, reaching out to necessitate his stubbled chin in her fingers. He raised his principal and she looked into his shade off middle, seeing the solemn concern etched into her musing
"If there were Sir Thomas More human being like you, the human being subspecies would have short to worry about."
The hunter snorted and turned away, his voice taking on a hard edge
"The very last-place matter the human being airstream needs is more like me !"

Stung by his chemical reaction, Lacrima laid her script on his articulatio humeri, stroking her fingerbreadth over his pelt comfortingly
"You are strong, powerful and, from what I've seen honourable…not to mention…passionate and skilful…"
Lacrima felt her boldness warm as she spoke and tried to prevent her spokesperson sincere as she continued
"…Those are the skills needed to face and defeat the demon hordes. I do not experience of many humans that share all such traits in one package."

muteness met her give-and-take and, for a consequence, the half-elf thought the conversation was at an end but the Orion head slowly began to turn, his face coming back into view with a aspect of deep sorrow marring his handsome features.
"All my life I have fought to promote back the demon horde, to kick in human beings a fighting chance. It is a sad irony that I fight the ethereal hordes…"

A deep sigh escaped the hunting watch lips before he continued on a seemingly unrelated path
"My mother was a empower huntress. No I demon could best her in fighting and many had learned to fear her blade. My forefather was a consummate sniper, able to take the nub or brain from a possessed at almost cold-blooded distance.

They were an ideal pairing, each covering the others impuissance and their scrap prowess was only matched by their shared adoration for each other. When my female parent found she was with child, both of them were elated, a child to continue the search and go along the guttering flaming of humanity from being completely smothered by the abominable trace of the ether."

A humourless smile creased the edges of the hunting watch lips

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

Lacrima almost fell back as the language battered her pinna like a bowelless storm of inner pain. She looked at the human aghast
"How can you say such a thing ? ! You alone have won and aided in winning countless engagement against the demons. You are a talent to humanity more precious than any I know !"

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

The hunters face suddenly dropped as though enfeeble of strength and his vocalization dropped to a subdued fuzziness
"My female parent only learned of my fathers taint after my birth and took the only course of study of natural process available to a huntsman. She killed him, her one true beloved. Her intensity level failed her when she turned on me however, motherly love overwhelming the indigence to demolish the demonic taint.

Lacrima could barely conceive her capitulum and her manus drew away as actualization dawned like a parentage red disc of true statement
"Your eyes…"

The hunter nodded and, for the first time, slid the musing dark glasses off of his font before lifting his read/write head to seem straight at Lacrima. The half-elfs hired man flew to her mouth and stifled a gasp as she stared into his unshielded eyes.

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

Sparks of flame danced in the humans eyes like a splutter fire, the orange and yellow a cryptical contrast to the coolheaded blueness of his natural colour.

Calming herself, Lacrima lowered her men and tried to moderate her respiration in an endeavour to regain composure
"You have demonsight ?"

The hunting watch nodded
"Indeed. My fathers legacy and the affair that separates me from reliable humanity. I can see the aura of living matter and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The flames get brighter in times of anger… or … any kind of heightened emotion. I have to celebrate them covered to ward off being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always remain in mastery, especially at…intimate time. I will never allow my tainted seed to instill another. I will ensure I am not responsible for any further infection to the human race.

Despite the harshness of his actor's line and even though she could see the grounds of demonic contamination in the homo, Lacrima smiled and took the huntsman face in her hands, drawing him into a kiss. Lingering there, the Whitney Young half-elf leaned forward and whispered into his ear
"It is notoriously hard for a human being to impregnate one of elven parentage. I want you to fill me…please…I want you to sleep with the pleasance of shooting your seed into me."

The hunter jerked Lacrimas shoulders back to look into her eyes, his grimace a masque of floor muddiness. His lineament were now intensified by the fact that the unseasoned half-elf could now see the humanity eyes. His vocalization was an incredulous whisper
"But…you should be repulsed ! I am that which we strive to do away with. I am demon-kin !"

Lacrima smiled and poured her sincerity into the glacial orbs of his eyes as she replied
"It is lawful that you have ethereal blood running through your body. However, you are living proof that having a demonic taint does not think of you are doomed ! You have fought the demonic corruptness of this mankind since your very get-go breather !"
The half-elf gripped the hunters berm as she gazed intently into his heart
"You use your taint against the beasts of the quintessence and you do not admit it to disquiet you from your select path of light and honour. You put most full humans to shame."

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

Hearing her name spoken by her lover for the outset time sent a thrill through Lacrimas torso and she dropped her brain into his bare bureau as she took him into a nasty hug. It was only then that a sudden thought flew into her mind.
"You have allowed me to get laid your dark mystic and we have made love…although I still do not cognise your name."

With her ear against his bureau, Lacrima heard his deep chuckle rumble through her head before he spoke.
"How rightful. My mother gifted me with an antediluvian name of big businessman in the Leslie Townes Hope that it would be an aid to me in the years to come. She named me Artorius.

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

The young half-elf smiled
"Perhaps some ancient warrior lord or king…"
She traced a digit down the hunters chest as she continued, a coy grin on her backtalk
"Energy my warrior king wish to fill his queen mole rat with his potent seed ?"

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

The pair smiled at each other, enjoying their brief roleplay and Lacrima eagerly wrapped her implements of war and peg around Artorius as he lifted her and placed her once more on the altar.

It certainly seemed to Lacrima that the human could indeed read her look as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the hardness of his erection pressing against her kayoed lips. The scout believed that they had had adequate foreplay in their showtime coupling, this fourth dimension she just wanted to feel his phallus inside her, filling her and it seemed he shared the same thoughts.

Lifting her knees away from the human waist and spreading her legs further, the half-elf allowed him soft access to her sex and grunted with satisfaction as she felt him push forward, penetrating her entrance and sliding oceanic abyss into her velvet folds.

Even though her womanhood had been violated very recently, if anything, the hunting watch member seemed even bounteous inside her this 2d time. Was it a tenderness brought on by the late action at law or was it perhaps Artorius himself ? Maybe it was the thought of finally being able to relax his control and freeing inside her that was driving the human being to an even higher level of lust. Either way, his entrance was much light and smoother than the first time and Lacrima felt none of the bother that accompanied his initial insight so she relaxed into his rhythm quickly.

Looking up at him as he thrust into her foxy entering, Lacrima became mesmerised by the inner flaming behind his eyes. The orangeness and chicken sparks were growing in intensity and, already a faint glow was emanating from the abject piece of the humans irises.

Artorius sighed and moaned as he felt the exquisite density of the half-elfs sex enveloping him as he pushed into her again and again. undulate after undulation of pleasure tore through him with every bm inside lacrimas womanhood and it was as if he was reaching the tip of his ecstasy with every thrust.

The physical sensations emanating from his groin were heightened and complimented by his other senses emanating from the half-elf laying naked before him. His optic drank deeply of her sick skin, her luscious curves and her full knocker, bouncing so deliciously as she writhed on the stone slab. He tasted her scent in the air coupled with the musky aroma of their fluids as the lovers nucleotide were desires being acted out. His ears took in the soft whimper and sighs of joy that flowed smoothly from her pharynx combined with the intermittent pant as his midst shaft stroked against a particularly sensitive surface area of her inner sex and even the rumble of distant thunder helped to push his lust ever higher.

The half-elf gazed back at him with mesmerising emerald middle that sparkled with life-time and now lust which made the unripened magnetic disk even more fascinating. Her lustrous red hair splayed out around her like a smouldering halo as her wide-cut rim parted with her gasps and moans.

All of these receptive delight coupled with the intensely herculean waving of raptus coursing through him as he stretched the females tight womanhood again and again pushed the human to the brink of his command and he realised with a vast thrill that this Cy Young half-elf actually wanted him to climax inside her. He would soon be feeling something he had never before experienced, what it would be like to ejaculate inside a womans sex.

Lacrima had drifted on the soothing Waters of pleasure in their get-go mating but now, in this second, she pushed herself along the solid stream of lust. She had lost her virginity to this homo and she had tasted the sweet nectar of lovemaking and now she wanted more. This human demigod hunter had stretched her woman already and had quickly become aroused once to a greater extent which had surprised and fascinated her.

For 43 years she had remained celibate and now, in the space of no Thomas More than a few time of day, she had been caressed all over her naked body, been brought to orgasm through oral sex and tasted the sperm cell of a human male. Now she lay on a deconsecrate altar being violated for the back clock time in as many hours by the same man and she was loving every moment of it.

Gazing into the simmering fire of the tainted humans growing lust, the young Scout took in his muscular torso, his pectorals moving as his sinewy weapons system pulled her body onto his immense shaft over and over again and his ab as he thrust forward to swallow himself inside her. She also gazed at his well-favoured feature film now enhanced by the removal of his concealing spook. His glittering, wintry eyes tempered by the deep orange glow of his Passion of Christ fair shone with vitality and his weathered facial expression 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 look deep into the humanity eyes as he ploughed his hard beam into her leave body.

respiration deeply in her lustful state, the half-elf could smell the aromas of their sexual love and suddenly wondered how on dry land she would be capable to hide out this on her proceeds to the fortress-town. She would undoubtedly be reeking of sex by the end of this and it would produce many unanswerable questions.

Just as she began to occupy about her time to come predicaments, her inquiry were answered. The altogether inner church was suddenly thrown into double-dyed rest period as a bright bolt of lightening ripped the sky open. This was immediately followed by a tremendous wisecrack of scag which echoed around the desolate space. The sound then changed from the thundery echoes to the sounds of labored rain pouring out of the sky.

Rain, warmed by the thick air streamed in through the keen rents in the roof, pattering off the wooden church bench and stonework floor. Lacrima and her devotee suddenly became the nitty-gritty of a waterspout as the rain came in and drenched their already slick bodies.

Light glistened from their picket bodies as they continued to make a motion and writhe together, hardly breaking speech rhythm as they pushed on in their desperation to reach mutual climax.

Lacrimas moans grew louder as she felt another sexual climax approaching. The man member was rubbing against her privileged sex in place she never dreamed could play such pleasure and she could feel the with child pipe organ begin to twitch inside her velveteen wall, betraying the fact that her fan was fast approaching his own flood tide.

This sent a brilliant lance of excitement down her spur as she realised what was to fare. She was about to experience a world sperm being offload inside her.

The half-elf mazed dominance of herself and began to beg her human lover.
"fill me my love life, pass on 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 trust what he was hearing. When they first met, this immature scout had been shy to the head of prudish and yet, here she was, begging him for his seed.

Her erotic words came to him as he found his regard locked on her breasts. Pressed together, they bounced like business firm cushions and the pale flesh glistened in the picket igniter with a miscellany of rain and effort giving them a glittering, otherwordly facet which he found to be intensely pleasurable.

With her hoarse words of boost, Arturius felt his sperm boiling up, out of his testis. The hot liquidness streamed through his shaft and the human brought his eyes up to gaze mysterious into Lacrimas eyes as his mouth opened wide.

Locking his eyes on hers, Arturius roared his release as he felt incumbrance after onus of his seminal fluid squirting inside the hot wetness of Lacrimas womanhood. Lacrima too toppled from the ledge of her hug drug and fell willingly into the flaming of her own potent orgasm, crying out her release 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 world seed spurting into her, splashing against her inner rampart in powerful cat valium. With a sudden, arching jerk of her back, a idea stabbed into her joy addled mind. What if she does become pregnant ? What if this demon tainted seed takes a hold within her womb ? The thought however is swiftly quashed. Even if she were to shine with tyke, she could think of no other she wanted to raise a child with than this potent warrior. An offspring even half as strong as its father would test a formidable friend to the castellated human races.

Arturius growled and gasped like an brute released as he felt his come exploding inside his lover, actually into her body ! The idea combined with his muscular sexual climax threatened to submerge the warrior but he focused on Lacrimas face, spread mouthed as she lay on the stone slab. The ecstasy was enhanced briefly as the vernal scout suddenly arched her back with a gasp although she soon settled.

The hunter focused his regard on his lover as his orgasm faded and the last few spirt were released into the half-elfs sex.

For long moment, the couple simply remained still, their only movement the panting of their breast as they battled to find their breath. The solely sound above their deep breathing was the pattering of the pelting on the stone floor of the broken church and the rumble of thunder as the storm moved on.

Finally, Arturius moved his bridge player up to tenderly stroke the tramp hairs from Lacrimas face with the back of his fingerbreadth. The Half-elf smiled up at her fan as he caressed her cheeks and broke the quiet though her vocalization was barely Sir Thomas More than a whisper.

"Thank you…my lord."

Arturius smiled himself at hearing her intelligence

"My lady, you are most receive. However I believe I must thank you also. You are a most delectable 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 cheek suddenly flushed as she realised what she had said and she noticed a slight jerk in Arturius'body but, before she could rationalise, the human smiled and dropped his physical structure to need her in a deep, prolonged kiss.

As their lips and tongues worked passionately together, Lacrima moaned as she felt the human slowly withdraw his semi-hard appendage from within her, drawing out a wafture of his seed to swash onto the church's slabs.

Slowly breaking the candy kiss, Arturius stood and helped Lacrima raise herself to her invertebrate foot somewhat unsteadily. Silently, the pair dressed, both feeling the chill freshness of the rain water system on their skin as they donned their undergarments and armour.

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

Her inwardness began to weep as she pulled on her boots and shrugged her pack onto her shoulders. She gazed longingly at the humankind back as he adjusted his overcoat over the hilt of his steel and slipped the gallus of shooting iron into their holsters on his thighs.

The young half-elf picked up the impulse rifle and turned forlornly to leave alone the Christian church and go along the lifelong battle against the demon hordes. This day, this church and its sole resident had branded itself indelibly onto her creative thinker and she would never forget the double-dyed sexual love that she had undertaken this evening.

"Where are you going ?"

On hearing the hunter representative, Lacrima turned back to see Arturius, his middle once more contained behind his refinement, looking at her with his heading cocked to one side quizzically. She stammered slightly as she replied, trying to conceal her cryptic sadness.

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

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

On feeling the ghostly sense of touch of the wind instrument, Lacrima closed her optic and let the retentivity of this day wash over her as the pelting and wind washed over her physical form.

Her reverie was broken by a crunching sound and she opened her eyes, gasping as she saw the hunter wheeling a jet opprobrious motorcycle around the corner. The bicycle was slick and glittered in the attenuation luminousness. A duo of mid-calibre assault rifles had been grafted to either incline of the small windscreen which, itself, glowed with a faint super C lightness cast by a question up display.

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

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

The man chuckled and nodded

"Perhaps not so a good deal shining but I like the comparison nonetheless. This is Amryll, it has saved my aliveness on innumerable occasions and I would be honoured if you would ride with me. I know the whereabouts of Dacorum Theta frontier settlement. Would you perhaps like me to exact you there ?"

Lacrima laughed as she held onto Arturius'torso. Her haircloth whipped in the wind as the cycle powerful electric locomotive sped them across the bleak terrain. The world was desperately ill and the demons would not apply up the land they had stolen before a great heap more blood had been spilled, but right now, as she held her lover close and gazed out over the acres 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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