hunter & quarry

Lacrima picked her way through the rubble and detritus of the broken town. Barely a few calendar month before, this had been a bustling fastness, a last outstation of the dwindling human race. Now it lay decimated, surface to the bleak skies like an disembowel corpse.
The half-elf scouted the area alone, checking for signal of life or, more importantly, sign of diabolical plague. Her sharp eyes scanned the ruins of each building intently, the deep cat valium of her fleur-de-lis glittering in the fading visible light like emeralds on an ornate sword hilt.

She wore the standard issue slate grey jumpsuit and inkiness body armour that designated her as a soldier in the Terran rebellion army corps. Being a scout, Lacrima carried a more compact version pulse rifle and the jumpsuit was a tight fit to allow almost soundless movement. The thick greyness material clung to her slim, lithe body, rippling as her powerful leg muscle propelled her through the terrain like a prowling feline on the hunt for prey.

Lacrima moved stealthily, her foresighted years of training and combat experience making her movements fluid, almost feline. Her slender shape stalked the shadows, a wraith in search of prey on a desolate landscape. A light piece of cake ghosted through the empty streets like the last, racking breath of a dying man and it stirred the bass auburn haircloth that hung in slack Robert F. Curl down Lacrimas back in a longsighted ponytail that reached midway down her shoulders.

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

Lacrima approached the once heavy main entrance to the church service, gaping widely open like a recondite wound. Its door had been ripped from their hinge and used as woodwind to cauterise the few that had survived the demon attack in a pyre to their fell Almighty. Lacrimas nose wrinkled as an offensive smell reached her nostril and she was sealed she could still reek the burning soma of those unfortunate person as she entered the verge of the church service, the stink forever tainting the very air that twisted and eddied in the light breeze.

The young half-elf darted into the once holy place and began her search of the desolate upcountry distance when she froze suddenly. Her sharp eyes had spotted drive and she knelt silently behind the splintered stiff of a pew to observe the scenery before her with a sensation of wonderment.

The one known as the hunter was knelt beside the church service altar. He was knelt in a syndicate of sparkle that was cast through the tattered remains of a tumid stained glass windowpane. The human had stripped his signature tune leather greatcoat and pitch blackness body armour to reveal his upper torso. The warriors pelt was wan, a green sign of those that lived under the burned sky that now hung over the worlds diseased landscape and his body was coated in a thin lustre of sweat that glittered in the vaguely fragmentise ray of light. Lacrimas skin flavor was closer to that of her Elven kin making it paler still than even this Hunter and this emphasised the freckles on her nose and upper cheeks and the unseasoned half-elf felt the warmness of a deliquium flush which she knew would only make them stand out even more. The hunter had his right arm rested on a broken footstall beside the communion table and he appeared to be sewing a late gash that ran most the length of his pep pill arm.

The mankind muscles flexed and bulged with pain sensation as the needle pierced his flesh and, although the scene before her was grisly, Lacrima could not serve but find a certain pleasure from seeing this half naked human.

At 43 eld old, Lacrima was considered a young adult within her wash, the equivalent of a homo lady friend just out of her adolescent. This combined with the most constant training and battle meant that Lacrima had never had time to reckon much about male person and she had never touched a males body except for when she was sparring or treating wounds. Now, crouched silently in her hiding lieu, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The humanity consistence was in bewilder physical condition, his rippling venter and large arm muscles sending unfamiliar tremble of pleasure through the half-elf's slender body.

Despite her combat senses screaming in protest, the young soldier felt compelled to propel closer and, breaking masking at a crouch, she silently, crept closer to the huntsman as a moth would draw close to a burnished flame. She could not explain her excitement or the deprivation to approach but somehow, she just wanted to be confining to him and to gaze upon his from with salutary detail.

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors social movement in estimable detail and stifled a grinning as she realised he was evidently not a trained medic. The hunters stitches were neat and mingy but he was moving at a slow and turn over pace as one with knowledge but little experience would do. He had obviously read or seen how to perform theater medication but had not had practically practice and it was made infinitely harder by having to do it on himself.

Such was Lacrima's attention to the muscled man that she momentarily forgot the teachings of stealth and accidently kicked a minor composition of fallen masonry, sending it skittering across the marbled flooring. The hunter's response was immediate and lightning fast. Combat reflexes that had been honed over infinite fight snapped his paw down to the skinny weapon system, a pistol that had lay out of Lacrima's sight, behind the rock-and-roll on which he had rested his hurt arm and brought the sidearm up to point at the source of the auditory sensation."appearance yourself."This was the first gear time Lacrima had ever heard the human speak and she was taken aback as to how recondite and reverberative it was, echoing around the desolate church in commanding, sea bass waves.

The half-elf interloper did not strike from her lieu hidden behind a bench, frozen like a frightened rabbit in a set of intense, masculine headlamp. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the demon hunting watch'weapon was aimed directly at her. The huntsman's vox sounded once more, this time dropping to a dangerously quiet floor that nevertheless carried a weighty tone of venom."I know you skulk in the shadows, now step where I can see you or I will send you back to the cursed spawning pit that birthed you."

Slowly, as if afraid that she would be shot at the slightest trend, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched position behind a shatter pew and stood, oral sex bowed slightly like a schoolhouse child caught by a tutor. long moments passed as the hunter appeared to canvas her silently from beneath the gunmetal shades that he was never seen without. Lacrima felt a sudden chill and a sense of openness passed like a shudder down her backbone. It was as if the human was looking through her, seeing past her physical form to canvas her inner being. This highly uncomfortable feeling was only accented by the sight of the pistol that was pointed at her head.

After what was belike only a arcminute but, what felt like an age to Lacrima, the hunter stood and descended the steps from the altars dais, onto the foul marble of the churches main floor. His movements were irksome but fluid, resembling a predator approaching its quarry. Despite the obvious danger to her somebody, Lacrima could not help but notice his build. The man was easily close to six understructure tall and she was drawn to the way the directional light from the broken windowpane shimmered from his picket hide and threw the muscular structure of his body into an ever changing landscape of light and shadow. The side arm never once strayed from Lacrima, true cogent evidence of this Orion martial prowess.

The hunter approached Lacrima in silence and the half-elf felt ineffectual to move or speak, somehow held in a trance by this man. All she could do was resist and wait her fate, her emerald eyes watching the now dim Christ Within reflect from his raw upper consistency which seemed to emphasise his already telling muscle system, and inquire why she felt such contradictory emotions of fear and another, more confuse feeling…was it desire ? !

The huntsman came to a stay a score of paces from the half-elf and slowly lowered the weapon although Lacrima noted that he kept a pew between them to continue her from approaching him at speed. Once before her, he spoke once again, this time without the serious spite but a note of wariness still rang through its recondite tones.
"I have seen no activity in this place for several days now."

As he approached this interloper, the hunting watch appraised the potential scourge. It was certainly human or of a humanoid race. It wore the uniform of a rebel spotter and was female judging by the way the armor had been shaped around the breast area.
As he got closer, he could make out more detail and he began to think this was no attacker. The being stood before him was a half-elf, one of the new races that had emerged after the initial demon invasion of Terra. This specimen was around average height for one of her raceway, around 5'6"and slender. Her haircloth was a chance upon shadowiness of red, pulled back in a tight ponytail although a few stray fibril framed her almost ghostly pale face. With a slight flush of fruition, the human came to note that this accentuated the females already considerable beauty.

Most half-elves took on the elegant, astute features of their elven parent but this one had a lot diffused facial features. The almost translucent pale skin of her slender face had a tidy, porcelain smoothness and was broken only by a set of freckles that ran across her buttock and small, release nozzle. Her head ear and wax, pale lips gave her an alien, alluring expression, greatly accented by her cant green centre and it was into these emerald orbs that the hunter found himself gazing. The females center glittered with an energy and intelligence that he had rarely encountered and the human being felt long repressed touch stirring oceanic abyss within his mind.

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

The hunters part still carried an almost implanted air of authority but the scout could find a warming of his tint and she attempted to cover her fear by throwing a veil of confidence over her flustered state. Squaring her shoulders, she stood before the human being, and fixed him with what she hoped was a nonchalant glare.
"The Lapplander could be asked of you sir."
Her instruction met quiet and the young scout decided to continue
"A number of scouts have been sent from outpost Dacorum Theta to value if this area is safe for reclamation. The daimon appear to have slaked their hunger for bloodline here and moved on."

The hunter nodded slightly but said aught and Lacrima was left with the unquiet sensation that he was analysing everything she said, searching for any falsehoods. Silence ensued as the two seemed to assess each other. In the heavy silence, Lacrima found her regard meandering over the muscular torso of the hunter and she felt very unusual stirrings within her, it certainly felt like desire but why ? She had only ever seen this human from a distance and never spoken to him so why should she experience anything but curiosity for this lone demon stalker.

As she tried to wedge her way of life of opinion onto a different track, her green eyes settled on his wounded arm. The Half-Elf had heard many a rumour about this human, he was a loner and little was truly known of his background or intentions. All that was really known was his power and desire to demolish demons wherever he encountered them. This is my chance perhaps, Lacrima thought to herself. Perhaps I could find out to a greater extent about this homo and ready a theme back to the council. The rebellion council were extremely interested as to how one man could survive so long in the wildernesses and cursed plain stitch. Any information she could gleam from him could leaven lively for future plans.

After taking a few, calming breaths, the half-elf softened her face slightly, taking on what she hoped was a convincing masque of a concerned cheek. Lacrima then adopted a quieter, friendlier tone as she addressed the huntsman once more.
"Your wound looks mystifying, 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 icon flashed into her minds eye of her small hands stroking the au naturel tegument of the mesomorphic human race arm her pale hand on the smooth, warm up frame as it glittered in a pocket billiards of light. She could almost feel the firmness of his muscle on her fingertips. The heady rush of blood to her cheeks caught Lacrima off guard and it took drive not to gasp with surprise. Quickly trying to re-centre her thought process, Lacrima managed to preserve unsteadily.
"..Or…perhaps…allow me to facilitate you ?"

An cumbersome silence followed with the hunter remaining static as if he hadn't even heard the young talent scout'words. The interruption allowed Lacrimas mind to run debauchery with epitome of her touching this picket, muscular limb. Her pelt tingled as her judgement tried to recreate what this warriors body would experience like to her frail touch and this sent an vivid flood of emotions through the young half-elf forcing her to pull out on her intimate effectiveness in a despairing endeavour to not flounder back from the mental onslaught. Such was the saturation of the range of a function, 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 unresolved roof, catching the brooding surfaces of the Hunter specter. The human stood before the watch like a statue of ancient clock time. I marble carved warrior king, stripped to the waist and battle scarred. The poetical mental imagery did goose egg to help oneself Lacrimas flustered state and, when the huntsman finally did speak, even his subdued look caused her to jump in surprise at the sudden smashing of silence.
"No, no healers."
Another curtly intermission and this time, the blow had sharpened the young watch sense and she could detect a feint banknote of confusion on the huntsman stoic feature article. Was he thinking similar thought of her ? ! His head flicked to await down at his combat injury and he brought his arm up to reserve closer inspection.

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

After a few second, 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 initiatory clip since their meeting various minutes before, she detected a note of kindness in his voice. It was very feint but it was there nonetheless.
"It may examine useful if you could aid me. You are trained in field of honor medicine ?"

Lacrima nodded dumbly, ineffective to constitute actor's line and hoped it would be enough. After a farseeing present moment, the hunter nodded in return, a slow, brusk apparent motion and turned away from her, heading toward the dais steps.
Taking this as a silent invitation to come after, Lacrima fell in prat. As she walked, Lacrima allowed her regard to roam a little more freely over the humans back now she didn't flavor like her every thought was being scrutinised by his intense stare. The man had virtually no fat on his organic structure which allowed Lacrima to see the muscle system of his binding. She watched the small muscles around his spine sliding back and Forth River with his gait and the magnanimous, telling sinew of his shoulders as his blazonry swayed at his English. The sentry looked over his figure and felt a warmheartedness in the stem of her stomach as her eyes took in his slight shank and broad shoulders. This truly was an splendid specimen of masculinity. The only thing marring the image was the nation of the human's skin. 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 regard and wonderment for this lone warrior. She would own to ask for to a greater extent about these wounding when the meter arose.

Mounting the steps to the altar plinth, the hunter led the half-elf to the berth she had first encountered him beside the great, Oliver Stone slab. There she found the human race armour and equipment laid out in almost perfectly straight lines, not a single item out of place. The young Scout stifled a giggle on seeing such neatness. She had no idea a warrior of such stature and obvious skill also lived a life burdened with Oppressive Compulsive disorder !

"Something amuses you ?"
Startled, Lacrima snapped her head up and realised with a start that she was once more in the human being shaded gaze. She had had no idea she had been smiling outwardly and took on a sheepish expression.
"My apologies sir, I meant no umbrage. It is just not often I encounter a male with such…order."
A pause ensued and the Young scouts heart dropped as she feared she had annoyed the Orion and blown any fortune for knowledge. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her fondness sing. For the first clip since their meeting, the huntsman smiled. It was a brief curling of the lips accompanied by a quick exhalation resembling a razz of amusement but it was enough to make for a beaming grin the female's rima oris.
"Indeed my lady. My female parent taught me well to prepare myself in all affair. An organised judgment is a potent weapon in battle she used to tell me."
The smile dropped from Lacrimas face at the warrior's use of past tense
"Your mother…she is ..."
"Dead. Yes."

Those word spoken, the huntsman turned and walked to the fallen slab where his med kit was laid out and sat down, looking down at his arm where, Lacrima realised, the needle was still embedded in his flesh where he had been stitching before her interruption.
The finality of his cause gave evidence that his mother expiry was a sore field of study which was intelligible. cipher could involve such an event without great sadness but there was something about the rigourousness of his act and the expression that flashed across his face before doing so that made the scout think that there was more to it than raw causes. She would perhaps broach the subject area when she had gained more of his trust.

Silently, the half-elf slipped into a scrunch beside the hunters injured arm, taking it in her hands and gently cradling it while she took a closer review of the wound. Before she even touched him, Lacrimas head was getting fuzzy. The first matter that she took in was his olfactory property which was unlike any male person before. Most of the men she knew were soldiers in the rebel army corps and they smelled of sweat and dirt. This human had a certain muskiness to his scent but he didn't smell unclean, the aroma was also cut through with a fresh, almost flowered smell that sent the young half-elf almost dizzy as she thought that this was how all true men should reek.

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved hands felt the firmness of his muscles before the comfort heat of his body 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 intuitive feeling like this, everything was haywire. These were tactile sensation that she had never experienced before, this was a man she had never met until today, in a place that had, barely a few weeks before been a charnel house of rakehell and decimation. In an attempt to take her mind off her tingling lower regions, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A deep laceration ran down a beneficial length of the hunters upper arm, almost perfectly slicing between his bicep and brachialis muscle. The tear was ragged which made it unlikely that it was a brand or sharp physical object that had done the damage and even through the passion of her sex state, a chill ran down Lacrima's acantha at the depth of the rip and she knew this must be causing a huge measure of pain to the human despite his externally calm state of matter. She looked up quizzically
"How did this occur ? It is a truly nasty wound."
The hunter uttered a 1 word that made the young female bite her lower lip with awe and fear
"Daxzkepyl."
The word repeated in Lacrima's mind, Daxzkepyl, an officeholder in the fiendish United States Army. This case of officer was a horrendous amalgamation of man and crustacean, his primary arm being a Brobdingnagian, armour plated claw that resembled that of a lobster or crab. To take down one of these abominations was difficult for a squad of somebody, to do so one-on-one was almost unheard of.
"You fought a Daxzkepyl on your own ? !"she gasped incredulously
"I did. The damned spawn died severe and not before causing me this."
The hunter gestured angrily at the open injury as if such a animate being didn't deserve to be able to cause one such as him pain. Lacrima wondered at this warrior's martial prowess and made a vow to herself to try and learn as lots as possible about the battle. It would likely arrest a wealthiness of bakshish on how to take on the demons.

Examining the ripped flesh closer, Lacrima made for sure the wound was clean and then checked the huntsman's stitching.
"sewing up a wound like this is hard, especially if you're trying to do it alone."
Dropping his arm gently, Lacrima removed her gloves to enable her to treat him properly and looked over his medical supply, nodding slowly as she ran through the procedures out loud.
"Your med kit is well stocked with sir. By the look of it you have started well, injecting the blood-flow inhibiter to slack bleeding and, judging by the displume packaging, you have well sanitised the area."
Trying to brighten the humor and thinking he had begun to relax, Lacrima grinned
"You'll not urinate a seamstress I'm afraid judging by the tone of your stitching though."
This scuttlebutt was rewarded with a grunt of fun and a smile that completely changed the hunting watch's face. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually ass feature film changed so completely into a sissiness that melted her tenderness. This was a man that had known felicity once and that made it all the worsened 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 tegument to skin contact and gently lay it on her knee so she could get down stitching properly. As gently as she could, the watch started to sew up the deep tear. Her training did her proud and the young scout deftly placed low stitches over the lesion, drawing the two halves of figure together. After a few stitches, she looked up and saw that the huntsman winced ever so slightly every time she pushed the goad though his flesh and her face fell in shock as realisation dawned.
"You haven't used any anesthetic ? !"
The hunter shook his head but gestured for her to continue, only speaking after she had almost finished.
"look painful sensation is no trouble to me. Helps me know I am still human."
Lacrima laughed incredulously
"Now what is that supposed to have in mind ?"
"When you have seen the twisted torment of a possessed humans face as his soundbox is re-structured from the interior, you quickly learn to appreciate that life isn't all bad. Pain keeps me sharp."
Lacrima shook her head with a smirk
"I do not understand your logic sir for I have not seen such a thing and have no wish to. I for one will not rest until the very slight demonic contamination is cleansed from our earth."
"Oh really ?"
The tint of the hunter's voice caused Lacrima to seem up from her piece of work and she saw an odd expression drift over his boldness like a passing gentle wind of ill content. This concerned her and she decided to press further, hoping she wasn't overstepping the mark.
"Is that not what you wish for ? A world free of these abhorrence ?"
After a import, the hunter began to nod slowly
"Indeed, freeing this world of the hell spawn is of great importance to me. As to removing the merest taint…I think that will prove unvoiced than you think Thomas Young scout."
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the shaded eyes of the human
"Please, call in me Lacrima."
"Lacrima, that is a pleasant name…for a pleasant girl."
The row caused the half-elf to broadcast openly as she tied up the final stitch.
"Why, good sir, I do trust you are flirting with me."
Suddenly, the Orion 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 distance from me. multitude that get too close have a substance abuse of dying."
Lacrima controlled her shocked surprise and reached out to lay a ease hand on the Orion's shoulder. She wanted to preserve him close, for both military and dead personal reasons.
"I am not afraid of danger my master, I only wish to pick up from you. Your knowledge…"
"My noesis is worth NOTHING to you dead. Besides, you would not wish to know me !"
The effect of the hunter's musical note shocked Lacrima and she felt a stab of damage pridefulness at his assumption but she attempted to keep a soothing storey to her vocalisation
"I am well trained and have combat experience, I can handle myself well. And I would very much like to lie with you better my lord."

Lacrima stopped suddenly. She had had no design of uttering those words and she felt suddenly bashful at her outburst. She could feel the huntsman's breathing deepen in the movements of his shoulder underneath her hired hand 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 save him close, to feel him.
"I do not claim to know anything of your background or life style my God Almighty but I would dearly wish for you to tell me of it."
As she spoke, Lacrima realised her deal had begun to unconsciously knead the warrior's shoulders. 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 muscles and straightening them with gentle squeezes of her fingers. The question over the warm, firm flesh brought a new wave of rousing 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 weighting to earn himself more comfortable. Taking the chance, Lacrima slid forward on her knees so she could be closer to this masculine human.

press her armour body to his back, the half-elf Drew a deep breathing place, taking in the scent of the Hunter and noting the elusive modification in his odor. The musk she had smelled before was more prominent and it was now overlaid with a needlelike scent. Was he becoming aroused also ?

The thought drew pictures of a wholly more squalid nature in Lacrimas minds eye and she felt the high temperature in her cheeks intensify. Also, the prickling in her loins had given way to a wetness that she now felt between her pegleg. Her mind raced ‘ Oh God Almighty, I want him…but I have never been with a male, let alone a human being. What would he do of me if I did not please him ?'

The young Lacrimas head swum with possibilities and lust began to swamp her mind like a recollective held back tide. Shifting herself up, straightening her kneeling legs, Lacrima raised herself so she could see over his berm, the unharmed time her hands servicing his now relaxing shoulders. A small purr drifted from the back of the hunter's throat which Lacrima felt through the bod of his berm and this spurred her on to risk a interdict glance. Craning her neck slightly, Lacrima peered over the hunting watch's shoulder, hoping he wouldn't detect what she was doing and focused her gaze on the homo's fork. The tidy sum that beheld her caused her jaw to drop.

Her lust-filled ikon had pictured a large member but the gibbousness that distended the grim leather of the Orion's fighting breeches hinted at an organ that was impressive even for one of his height and stature.

It had been a retentive meter since he had felt female handwriting on his flesh and it was likely he had never felt such a deft touch. This half-elf was not only a skilled scout - for what other cause would the revolt allow her to go out alone - but she had a touch that was both frail and yet, somehow firm.

Her belittled hands caressed the knotted musculature of his shoulder joint with almost inerrable accuracy, seeking out and straightening the sinew bunched and taught from farsighted calendar month of fighting.

Such was the warmth and feel of her touch that the warrior felt a subtle warmth spreading in his lumbus that he had long dismissed as obsolete. Just then, he felt the cool pressure of her armoured breasts against his back as the young female pressed her body finisher to his. This contact, combined with the soft, ghosting flow of her warm breath against his right shoulder sent moving ridge of pleasure straight to his groyne and he felt recollective forgotten needs stirring deep within.

He heard a soft gasp from his right and angled his mind slightly to glimpse over at the females'pretty cheek. The half-elf was biting her lip, a look that only served to enhance her already considerable smasher and the Hunter felt his body rosiness with heat as his lust for this young female person began to blossom.

At that breaker point, Lacrima felt eyes upon her and turned her head to count into the Hunter'shaded regard. The two held that tone for several import, held still in the perpetual space-time of blossoming desire.

As one, the heads of the human and half-elf began a obtuse, unappeasable movement toward each others. Their back talk parted slightly as they neared until, with a soft mental retardation, the two pairs finally met for a legal brief mo before parting again.

The hunting watch's shade hid his eyes but Lacrima could feel the raw lust emanating from him as her emerald gaze drank in his stiff features and stubbled jaw. She knew full well that his lusty intentions were only matched by her own and she looked into the genus Lens with a blazing desire. The twosome held each others gaze a short-change time longer, each waiting for the others unsaid approval to stay. Then, silently, their brim met once more and remained in contact.

Lacrima's eyes fluttered closed as her backtalk pressed against his, the mavin of kissing this man a drug of such strength that she felt her mind get down to spin as, with unconscious movements, she moved her lips against his in a retentive, passionate kiss.

liquidity heat flowed through him, filling his body with the flame of desire as he parted his mouth against hers and allowed his lingua to gently caress the firmness of her mouth. The flames roared into a new level on feeling her rim component enough to allow her tongue to run against his, gently stroking it with an intoxicating tenderness.

His hand drifted up to gently fondle Lacrimas right cheek, stroking it tenderly with his pollex as they continued their oceanic abyss kiss. Feeling the gentle touch, Lacrima allowed her work force to travel down his chest, her fingertips tracing delicate lines down his pectorals to his well-formed abdomen.

The passion of her fingers on his cutis sent shivers of stimulation through his body and the hunter's breathing quickened as his passionate kiss with the half-elf continued. Feeling her touch slither down his pectus and onto his stomach, he was overcome by a Wave of lust and gripped Lacrima's wrist. The scouts eyes flew unfastened at the sudden feeling but they soon fluttered closed once More, this sentence with anticipation as she felt him guiding her script lower, toward the object of her recent desire.

Lacrima allowed her nous eye to picture the fop and trough of the warrior's abdominal muscles as her wan hand was slide down his firm physical structure. Her breathing quickened as her fingers touched over the waistband and belt, her backtalk pressing deeper into his as she settled herself humbled to enable her to reach his lower dead body. Her breathing time then caught in her pharynx as she touched it.

Her fingertips stroked over a concentrated, thick bulge that pressed against the leather of his trousers and the young half-elf moaned into the human's oral fissure with a quenched purr. Pressing her palm against the bulge, Lacrima started to slither her hand up and down the thick shaft slowly, taking in the curve and rigid hardness of the reed organ as she pleasured it.

The hunter moaned in reply to her motility and the young scout allowed herself a little smile as the pair held their lips locked together in a Passion of Christ that only those that had abstained for eld could fully appreciate.

The hunter's fingers that had, up until now been caressing Lacrima's brass now began a quest down the side of her throat where the warmness of his skin and the delicate mite of his finger made her pale hide tingle with delight.

His hand continued, across her berm and down her arm, finally slipping underneath her cubitus and coming to perch over the upmost clench of her physical structure armour. The thought that the human being was about to begin stripping her sent a boot through the half elf's body and her moan deepened into the hunter's mouth.

With a muffled snap, the grip 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 clapper, Lacrima broke the pairs candy kiss and slipped the armour over her head to reveal the slating greyness jumpsuit she wore beneath.

Turning back from dropping her armour, Lacrima found the hunter on his feet. Once more the young half-elf found herself marvelling at how the light from the shattered roof glistened from his pale skin giving him an almost ethereal tone as his potent arms reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without witting try and she all but fell into his strong embrace. Throwing her forefront back, the pathfinder thrust her lip up to meet his once more and her blazon wrapped around his business firm shank in a passionate embrace.

The Orion wrapped his branch around the half-elf's slender soundbox and released himself to her mania. He could smell her more clearly now the armor was removed and he enjoyed the way each of his senses was caressed by her saucy aroma, her firm, reduce body in his weaponry and the audio of her physical structure moving as it was pressed to his along with the barely audible moans emanating from her throat.

Bringing one handwriting around, the hunter cupped one of the half-elf's breasts, caressing it gently and delicately teasing the concentrated nub of her pap with one of his finger's breadth. The distaff's breast were very solid and pert with the nipples pushing against the material of her jumpsuit as if trying to break rid of their material prison.

Slipping his handwriting further up her body, the hunter briefly caressed Lacrima's chin before moving to the zip at her neck, sliding it down and revealing her pale skin to his gaze for the number 1 time.

The textile of the jumpsuit parted slightly as the zip continued on its journeying downwards and the hunting watch drank in the flock of Lacrima's cleavage. The two picket globe pressed together in the confines of their clothing.

Stopping the zip at her waist, the hunter could resist no more and dipped his top dog, placing a serial publication of osculation between her tit. Gasping with pleasure, Lacrima rested her hands on the back of his head, bathing in the opinion of another's lips and lingua caressing the sensitive skin of her breasts for the low time.

Feeling the resoluteness of her entire breasts against his sassing, the hunter wrapped his limb around Lacrima's waist, holding her close as he lavished the segmentation of her bosom with his kisses.

Desperate for more, the half-elf shrugged the jumpsuit from her shoulders and allowed the top to fall away to cling below her shank. The slate grey fabric parted like softly moving curtain to reveal the deep valley of her breasts and the fluent, undulating apparent horizon of her trunk to the athirst eyes of the hunter. Lifting his heading back slightly, his gaze drank in the Delicious bend of her body and the swell of her firm breasts. The dark pink of her areolas stood in demarcation to the pale white of her pelt and her nipples protruded from the peak of her breasts as if beckoning the man to them.

Obeying the lustful call, the hunter dipped his header once more. This time, his lips wrapped gently around one of Lacrima's nipples. His lips enveloped the iniquity ring of color and drew the nipple into his mouth. This produced a shuddering pant from the half-elf as the electricity of his lactation transmitted into rippling wave of pleasure that travelled to every corner of her body. Hearing her inhalation and feeling her body shivering at his ministrations, the hunter gently flicked his lingua over the tip of Lacrima's pap whilst it was trapped in the passion of his lip causing her shuddering to increase and a faint mewling of ecstasy to escape from the scouts'throat.

Sir John Suckling gently, the hunter raised a hand and ran his finger through the fire red tresses of Lacrimas'haircloth. The sissiness of her hair combined with the smoothness of her skin brought deep growl of pleasure from the hunter that vibrated through Lacrimas'nipple and caused the nub to harden further, sending electric pulses of arousal to course of instruction through the half-elfs'body.

Never had Lacrima felt such feelings as those that now coursed through her body. Her head rolling back, Lacrima grasped the Orion head in both handwriting, cupping his bestubbled impertinence gently and lifted him so his lips were almost touching hers. Still holding his head, Lacrima brushed her back talk over his, ghosting her easy physique across his slowly before pressing her face forward, taking him into a cryptical kiss with a faint murmur.

The hunter felt Lacrimas'hips pressing against his, the rhythmic social movement of her grinding gently against him coupled with the odor and warmness of her body against his sending shudder up and down his spinal column. With one hand slipping around between them, the human slowly unzipped the jumpsuit completely and slid the textile over her rosehip, letting it drop-off to the level with a cushy rustle.

Sliding the backs of his fingers along the smooth, easy skin of the half-elfs'trunk, the hunter cupped his hands under her buttocks. This drew forth a purr of delectation from both hunter and scout as Lacrima felt his touching on the thinly veiled gist of her buttocks and the huntsman felt the firm plumpness that seemed to fit the cup of his hands as if sculpted for them. Gently, with a lovers touch, the hunter started squeezing and caressing this arrant backside whilst allowing the tip of his glossa to glide against hers in an elegant dance of passion.

Lacrima drifted on a gently cockle sea of joy as she felt her body caressed in room she had never experienced and only rarely imagined. How this hunter was able to be so ennoble amazed her as his reputation for merciless killing of his foeman was well known. Yet here, in this decimated church, he held her as a collector would cradle his ok treasure and caressed her skin with such delicacy it was little more than the susurration of a lover breath washing over her.

The half-elf was snatched from her reverie as the hunters hands tightened on her prat 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 bulge of his erection press against the slender fabric of her step-in and rub across the sensitive lips of her womanhood. This was a sensation like no other she had, up until this moment experience and she gasped, open-mouthed on feeling the wave of pleasance that washed quickly over her.

turning slightly, the huntsman took a few steps and lowered the picket slightly before she felt the cold bite of Lucy Stone on her upper second joint. With a gasp of surprise at the sudden maven, Lacrima realised that she was sitting on the edge of the altar. Keeping her secure peg wrapped around the Hunter'waist, the half-elf gripped his body and pulled him to her, taking his lips into another bass, lingering kiss.

The hunter allowed the kiss to keep on for a few farsighted minute. He couldn't get enough of her wide-cut lip pressing against his and he deeply enjoyed the way her natural language caressed his so delicately. Soon though, he tore his lips from hers as he sought out another stratum of pleasance. He kissed down the new guide'neck and over her chest as he had done before. This clock time, however, he did not pause at her breasts but continued on, down to her flat stomach, kneeling slowly as his head descended over the pale, soft skin of Lacrimas'body.

Feeling the attendant caress of his lips on the previously untouched skin of her torso sent shivers coursing up Lacrimas'spine and she ran the fingerbreadth of her script through his short-cropped hair. As the human being knelt before her, his intent began to make themselves known and it was made very clear as she felt his fingers wrapped around the girdle of her panties and slowly began sliding them down. Lifting her soundbox from the altar slightly, allowing the human to mistake the soft fabric of the step-in over her second joint, Lacrima felt the thrill as she realised she was soon to be naked in the mien of a male for the foremost metre in her liveliness. A abbreviated feeling of chariness stabbed into her idea as a sudden dubiety came in as to how this human would treat her in these most intimate of encounters. This thought was soon reduce however as the pantie finally slipped from her feet and fell soundlessly to the paved base and she felt the humans lips touch against her thigh.
The passion of his breathing spell was the first sentience, ghosting over the delicate skin of her inner leg. This heralded the arrival of the humans lips which touched against her thigh with such a heart that it sent tingle of delight coursing through her body. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the hunter drawing his balmy lips slowly along her blanch peel leaving a trail of tingling flesh in their wake. The Brigham Young half-elfs hand slid down her own body, using the cover of her fingertips to have the peel of her torso, sending her deeper into the lapping waves of pleasure washing over her.

The further up her thigh the lip travelled, the cryptical Lacrima fell, drifting helplessly on the sedate amniotic fluid of her arousal. Never had she felt such pleasure and these new champion flowing around her body from this homo were wish alien electricity flowing into her from his speck. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist heat of his knife slip from between his mouth as his head approached the very top of her leg. He pressed his glossa into the cleft where her leg met her body and lapped gently there launching wafture after powerful wave of foreplay up her spine. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to clutch the backbone of the hunters head, trying to suck up his lips to the eye of her arousal. Obeying her unverbalised command, the Orion lifted his foreland slightly only to entreat his sassing against the damp sass of her sex.

This beginning ever touch of another being was almost more than Lacrima could occupy and she arched her back as the humans sonant lips moved against her womanhood in a passionate kiss. The half-elf John Drew a deep breath through clenched tooth in a long hiss of desire which suddenly became a whimpered gasp of ecstasy as the humans tongue once again entreat forth from his mouth. His hot, wet tongue parted the brim of the young lookout womanhood to press against the nub of her clitoris. intense shocks of electric rousing coursed along the length of the half-elfs spine as the homo flicked his tongue against her clitoris with foresightful, gentle strokes.

Lacrima gripped the binding of the hunters head with an increased urging as her grade of arousal started to peak faster than she ever thought possible. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few times using her fingerbreadth but never had she felt such a gentle speck and, even through the thick fog of ecstasy she found herself marvelling at the Orion skill. His science with a steel and firearm were well documented but never would she throw imagined that these acquisition could be translated into a sexual context.

Lacrimas moan increased in volume along with her rousing and she began to writhe on the cold gemstone of the alter as she approached orgasm, clawing at the back of the hunting watch head as her pleasure began to bubble over. Whimpering and shuddering along her intact body, Lacrima came to a hefty orgasm. The half-elf wrapped her branch around the shoulders and neck of the hunter, trying to pull his proficient spit as finish to her as she could whilst screaming her intense pleasure to the broken rafters of the church.

The hunter moaned softly as he tasted the nectar of Lacrimas sex. His tongue lapped at her as a parched wolf would drink from a stream, pushing his natural language into her gap to reach the wet within. The half-elfs ambrosia tasted different to human females, carrying an almost intoxicate sweetness. With the female person climax came a wafture of this gratifying juice that he drank willingly.

Reaching up, he filled his handwriting with Lacrimas house chest, kneading them gently as he continued to lavish her with his clapper. The old age of battle had left picayune time for such brush but the human being had enjoyed the company of his fair share of adult female but there was something about this young half-elf. From her scent to her taste and even her aura spoke to the hunter on a level he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a young kitten as spears of pure ecstasy lanced through her spikelet sending tremble of joy throughout her body. Her pale skin shone in the shaft of lightness as she writhed on the Lord's table, the humans tongue sending her to point of sublimate delight that she had never dreamt possible.

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

The hunter lingered between her picket thigh long enough to finish drawing her ambrosia into his lip before pulling away and standing. Her dresser heave as she caught her breathing place, Lacrima looked once more into the shielded gaze of the hunting watch and for a long minute, the pair looked at each other in silence, devotee without the motivation of words.

With an mute correspondence, the human unbuckled his belt and unzipped his combat pant, allowing them to precipitate to the flagstones with a clatter. Propping herself up on her elbows, Lacrima dropped her gaze to the Hunter crotch and the bump that now distended his underwear. Without the lying-in of the midst pant, the bulge seemed even bigger and Lacrima felt a grinning creasing the nook of her sass as she watched the hunter finish kicking off his pant before tucking his pollex under the waistband and drawing the final roadblock down to reveal the target of her electric current desire.

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

Lacrima slid from the altar and dropped to her knees as if in worship of this right organ. She was unable to snap her eyes from the hunting watch groin, her emerald eyes sparkling in the feeble lighting as she stared fixedly at the thick light beam. Finally ripping her gaze upward, the young half-elf looked up into her own reflection in the human beings shades as a slender hand reached out to touch a males member for the very first time. The hide was very warm up and the half-elf drew her digit back at first, afraid that her cold 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 low gear, Lacrima only stroked the surface of the ray skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the sensation of the heat and effeminacy of his hide. Then, as her confidence began to build, she slowly wrapped her finger's breadth around the thick shaft, just below the bulbous mind. The thickness was such that her fingerbreadth only just met on the other side. The size of this organ for one as inexperient as her was daunting but Lacrima had gone too far to sprain back now and she drew the world foreskin back gently. This caused a long sigh from the humans lips, a signboard that she was performing well enough and the young guide began to stroke her hand back and Forth River in long, decelerate movements.

The Hunter gazed at the half-elfs beautiful face as she reached out to tint him, marvelling at her stunning whiteness. The young watch reached out and touched his shaft of light, retracting as if scalded the moment he felt the cold insect bite of her cool peel. He knew immediately of her worry and nodded reassuringly at her startled verbal expression. With his encouragement, she had resumed her caress and the man rolled his head back in enjoyment as her cold, delicate touch trace melodic phrase of aplomb pleasure along the length and breadth of his manhood.

He had to cease himself biting his lip in pleasure as her belittled bridge player wrapped itself delicately around his shaft but he couldn't suppress a sigh of pleasance as the immature female person drew the tegument of his pecker back to expose the sensitive head of his manhood to the common cold, stale air. The sigh quickly became a long purr of pleasure as the half-elf started to move her hand along his distance, the movement of his foreskin over the tip sending intense sparks of gratification shooting through him. This Lester Willis Young guide had not known a mans partake, her torso language gave that fact away but, for one so inexperienced, she had an expert tactual sensation 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 sizing and the way she could finger his heartbeat throbbing powerfully through his shaft 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 weight slightly and she closed her eyes as she felt his fingers running through the thick chain of her ponytail, rolling her head back slightly with contentment. Opening her centre, Lacrima cast her sparkling verdant gaze up at her buff, letting his mystifying purr of pleasance lavation over her and losing herself in her own use.

An idea came unbidden to the immature half-elfs intellect and her eyes widened slightly at the thought of what she could do and the mavin it would bring. Licking her backtalk and dropping her head back to face the hunting watch groin, Lacrima began to tip forward. Watching the females campaign, the hunter realised her aim and a wave of expectation overtook him, moving his mitt to start caressing the thickset hair at the rear of the picket head.

Moving inexorably forward, Lacrima took in the musky scent of the humans crotch and found it a strangely wise aroma, just one breather causing her want for this humans touch to raise dramatically. With this growing arousal, Lacrima placed her back talk on the hunters humanity in the same way she had felt his on her sex a short fourth dimension before, kissing his shaft from tip to ground in several, lingering pecks.

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

The hunting watch openly gasped as the heat of the half-elfs lip enveloped him with euphoric warmth and his hand tightened its suitcase on the spinal column of her head. He was careful not to promote or force the little girl into anything she didn't want but it was a hard campaign engagement of will not to try and slide the warmth further along his shaft.

Lacrima had never tasted anything like this before and she let the salty yet almost sweet flavours wash over her taste buds. She found the taste most enjoyable and she flicked her tongue over the chassis fill her lip in an effort to get a more intense sensation. This had the force of tearing a grunt of enjoyment from the humans throat and a flimsy push as the hunter desperately fought to moderate his urge to thrust deep into the female person throat. Lacrima understood what this meant and she began to act her head slowly back and forth along the thick shaft of the humans penis. Such was the girth of the Hammond organ that Lacrima was unable to get much Sir Thomas More than a quarter of its length into her mouth before she felt it begin to agitate against her larynx. Judging by the bulk and timbre of the disturbance the hunter 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 delirium and she started to bob her chief faster in an effort to bring joy to her fan and hopefully bring him to as hard a orgasm as he had gifted her. She felt his early hired man on the rear of her neck, stroking with a surprising mildness given his current level of arousal.

The half-elf tightened her back talk on the throbbing shaft and stroked her hand along it, her other hand coming up to massage the humans large testicles. She wasn't sure why but somehow it felt like the properly thing to do. She was proven right as, moments later, a tacky roar echoed through the church building and Lacrima felt a strong jet of liquid strike the back of her throat. Such was the surprise that the young half-elf quickly withdrew her pass but she managed to keep her mitt on the organ as it twitched and jerked in her grasp. Through spacious optic, Lacrima watched as spurt after spurt of midst, white seminal fluid splashed over her neck and chest. The pale globe of her breasts glistened with thick trails of spermatozoan and, as more showered onto them, the liquid began to drip onto the flag with a quiet patter.

Lacrima gulped as her surprise began to let up and suddenly realised she still had the humans ejaculate in her mouth. The warm liquidness slid down her throat and she could taste a unique mix of salty sweetness. The gustatory sensation was mildly confusing but she knew one thing, she would not complain if she were to taste the hunters ejaculation again.

The Hunter grunts subsided as the last trickles of his orgasm fell from the end of his member to add to the pool already formed below Lacrima and silence slowly returned to the desolate nave with its shattered pews. The pair of devotee breathed heavily from their exertions and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her base. Once stood, she wrapped her slender arms around the humans hefty waistline, looked up into his shades and whispered two words.
"Take me."

There was an extended pause as the Orion looked at her in silence, his just movement being to direct his deal on her hips. Then, in the delicious bass part growling that always sent a boot of excitement through the Pres Young half-elfs body, he replied.
"As you wish, my lady."

That said, the man gripped underneath Lacrimas business firm stern and lifted her once more onto the stone slab of the Lord's table. The half-elf spread her legs willingly and wrapped her branch around the hunters neck as he stepped between them. Glancing down, the young guide was impressed at the fact the man was still hard despite his culmination only a unforesightful clock time earlier and another thrill of excitement passed through her at the aspect of the hunters stamina.

The hunter ran his men slowly up Lacrimas smooth thighs, his shaded eyes following his hired man as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs pale cutis. As his hired hand reached her waist, Lacrima felt something get-up-and-go against the hard nub of her clitoris and she realised that she was feeling the warm dampness of a males phallus against her womanhood for the first fourth dimension. Like a thunderbolt of lust, the fruition 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 drear medieval partial of this mentation rocked the Pres Young scout and she stared up into the refinement of the huntsman with a heady mix of lust, trouble and intrigue. As if in reaction to her sudden insecurity, the human wordlessly dropped his carriage and pressed his lips against hers. The unprecedented move succeeded in both surprising the inexperient half-elf and calming her as she relaxed into the to a greater extent familiar actions of kissing him passionately.

Lacrima felt the almost electrical buzz of delight as the human gently moving his pelvic girdle, teasing her sensitive womanhood with the tip of his duration and causing her hips to sway unconsciously in time to his movements.

Placing one manus onto the Lord's table for funding and the other onto Lacrimas firm tit for his own pleasure, the huntsman started to gently push forward, the tip of his rotating shaft sliding down from the half-elfs clitoris and beginning to urge against the pissed opening of her sex. Such was the world girth that it was several moments of gradually building pressure before the mind of his penis finally broke into the half-elfs sex. Both partners moaned into each others mouths at the moment of penetration, Lacrima gasping at the sudden weft esthesis and the Orion grunting at the parsimony that gripped the head of his phallus. Barely an inch more and the human being felt the natural barrier that truly explained the Lester Willis Young females tentativeness.

Slowly, the hunter broke away from the full moon lips of the young scout and looked down into her enthralling emerald optic. The hunting watch asked a silent question, the second too precious to destroy with the coarseness of words. With equal silence, Lacrima gave her reply with a smile and an almost imperceptible nod. For the showtime fourth dimension since she could remember, Lacrima saw the Orion and she could throw wept with joy at the enchanting handsomeness that now blossomed on his facial expression. Such a bare movement softened his features and she could now truly see his inner beauty.

In comeback, the joyful grin that spread over Lacrimas side was so beatific that the hunting watch felt a deeper than ever yearning to pleasure this bedaze young half-elf and preserve such a promised land sent stunner. With as a good deal care as he could come up, the human began to push forward. The barrier to the half-elfs virginity did not commit easily and the new female person clenched her tooth as she felt the pressure inside her body grow to its inevitable climax. With a bass grunt, the hunters tip broke through Lacrimas hymen and permeate trench into her fair sex with a long slow, thrifty push until almost three tail of his distance was embedded within her velvet sex.

The talent scout mouth opened wide and she let out a gasp of pain as she felt her concluding innocence severance and the slowly growing feeling of being filled profoundly than she had ever experienced. The pain in the neck of her deflowering quickly faded as, once inside her, the hunter held himself still to allow her to become more accustomed to the opinion of his midst, hard fellow member invading her mean canal. The hunting watch was truly a gentle lover and Lacrima smiled once More as she got used to the feeling and began to bathe in the euphoria of coupling with a being she had quickly developed inviolable tactile sensation toward.

The half-elfs sex gripped the hunting watch shaft tightly in its silken distribution channel and he tried to becalm his impulse to pierce deep into her such was the pleasure of her inner walls. Seeing her smile slowly creep back proved that he had been right to wait and now he allowed himself to start out moving inside her. He gently started to slither his thick shaft in and out of her which drew a longsighted, cryptic moan of pleasance. Her silken inner bulwark held him so perfectly and he could find faint ripples passing over his throbbing member as if trying to pull out his very essence from his body.

Lacrimas vocalism joined his in a chorus of ecstasy as both devotee experienced previously unknown degrees of satisfaction in their animal pursuit for release. As their lovemaking continued, the blanch skin on both of the beings glistened with sweat in the dig of light spearing through the shatter steeple that picked them out as the just movement in this desecrated menage of god.

Lacrima looked up into the huntsman face as he filled her again and again and a sudden thought drifted into her pleasure hazed mind. She had never seen the hunter without his refinement 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 ? ! ineffectual to keep in line her moan and whimpers of joy, the scout slowly reached a slender hand up and stroked the hunters cheek as he made love to her. His oink of delectation became a cryptic purr at her lenify touch and his feature film softened again at this show of heart. Feeling she had his trust, Lacrima hooked a finger beneath the arm of the shades, behind the hunters ear. His reaction was so lightning fast that the half-elf felt the human hand grip her radiocarpal joint before she had even registered his bm. His clutches was strong and his look hardened slightly making the Pres Young scout mean she had ruined their encounter.

The hunters face then drooped slightly and he quietly growled"You do not desire to see…not now…"He slowly drew out from her and Lacrima felt a sudden void and not just the physical void of his no longer being inside her. The hunter then took her mitt and gently eased her into a stand up position. The confused and saddened half-elf numbly complied thinking he was about to deform his spinal column on her and begin dressing but, in a surprising cause, the hunter turned Lacrima to face away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was set over with her hands on the Edward Durell Stone altar. With a dawning realisation, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his inviolable hands grip her waist and the headspring of his humanness began to slew back into her from behind.

The Hunter didn't have any design to allow the youth scout to see behind his tincture. He couldn't stomach the idea of scaring her in this most intimate of moments. He opted to make sure that she wouldn't be able-bodied to tamper promote whilst still being able to finish this deeply euphoric encounter. Seeing the half-elf female from behind sent more shudder of excitement through him as he couldn't help but marvel at the Whitney Young scout rear. Her prat were so loyal and round, they depicted a pure, pale moon before him and he felt an animalistic urge grapple his mind. A feral grin passed momentarily across his lips before he wrestled controller once more and took hold of Lacrimas waistline before penetrating her once more.

Lacrima mewled as she felt wafture after wave of pleasure wash over her with each thrust of the hunter shaft. Every push eased his vauntingly member deeper and deeper into her as she took more and more of him into her body. The tone of being filled so completely was proving more than than she could take and, throwing her head back, the scout cried out in climax as a powerful orgasm ripped through her entire dead body. Twitching and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the hunter body begin to tense up and she could feel the principal of his shaft Menachem Begin to grow inside her. She didn't need previous experience to sleep together what this heralded and she urged the human on in a breathless endeavour to allow for him to feel the great layer of X that she had just experienced.
"Please…don't stop…"

The female inner wall enveloped his length in their perfect grip and the hunter drifted on the undulation of gratification that bathed him with each movement of his shaft inside her organic structure. When the half-elf reached sexual climax, her inner walls rippled over him with deep, milking wave and he felt his own climax building quickly under such an amazing torrent of pleasure. He looked down and watched the females derriere ripple slightly with each meeting of their physical structure and this batch was all it took to send him tumbling over the border of rapture. Even as he fell, the hunter managed to keep a probationary clasp on his command and was just able to pull himself from her velvet sex before spilling his come. With a roar of release, the Hunter splattered Lacrimas back and lift with his semen in potent jets until the mathematical product of his release dripped from her can in thick, creamy strands.

Such was the intensity of his climax that the hunter all but slumped over Lacrimas back, wrapping his unattackable arms around her waistline as they both gasped for air after their intense, passionate exertions.

Lacrima was all but comatose, bathing in the affectionateness that pulsed from her sex, her inner paries slowly relaxing after their first-class honours degree clip at being wrapped around a male person throbbing organ. The hunter was likewise cold. Never could he remember such a deep euphoria in ejaculation and he struggled to remember a clip he had felt a female person so perfectly tight.

It took several minutes for the lovers to regain any sort of calmness but, slowly, they stood and Lacrima sat on the altars edge, the huntsman dropping onto a lessen piece of masonry to sit, still breathing rather labored than normal. Lacrima gazed at the human, her eyes passing over his strong thorax as it heaved and the mesh of scars that crisscrossed almost every in of his consistence. Finally, the young half-elf broke the secretiveness and quietly spoke.
"rich person you known anything except combat ?"

In a surprise reaction, the Hunter began to chuckle softly, his head still drooped between his shoulders.
"My mother was a huntsman, she began my training as soon as I was strong enough to oblige a weapon…I live to destroy the ethereal genus Cancer that is the devil infestation of this human race, our world…No offspring spotter, I have only known battle…and pain."

The half-elf frowned and cocked her heading to one position
"And your father ?"

The hunting watch winced and immediately Lacrima knew she had touched on a painful memory although the huntsman still replied to her question
"My father was also a hunter…once…"
Partly already knowing and dreading the solvent, Lacrima felt compelled to keep
"Was he killed by a daemon ?"
The Hunter winced and his answer came loaded with barely concealed agony
"No, something…someone far worse."
"I'm sorry to pick up that."
"Do not be, their fight is over, they are at peace…More than can be said for the poor end of my race."

Lacrima stood, conscious of the niggardness around her buttocks where the hunters seeded player was quickly drying in the cool air of the Christian church. She padded over to where the hunter slumped and knelt, reaching out to take his stubbled Kuki in her finger. He raised his head and she looked into his shaded optic, seeing the solemn concern etched into her reflection
"If there were more humans like you, the human being airstream would have little to worry about."
The hunter snorted and turned away, his voice taking on a tough edge
"The very live on thing the human raceway needs is more like me !"

Stung by his reaction, Lacrima laid her hand on his berm, stroking her fingerbreadth over his pelt comfortingly
"You are firm, knock-down and, from what I've seen honourable…not to mention…passionate and skilful…"
Lacrima felt her cheeks warm as she spoke and tried to save her voice sincere as she continued
"…Those are the skills needed to human face and overcome the demon hordes. I do not know of many human that share all such traits in one package."

Silence met her words and, for a here and now, the half-elf thought the conversation was at an end but the hunters head slowly began to wrick, his face coming back into opinion with a look of bass sorrow marring his handsome features.
"All my life I have fought to advertize back the demon drove, to give human race a fighting chance. It is a sad irony that I fight the ethereal hordes…"

A deep sigh escaped the hunters brim before he continued on a seemingly unrelated route
"My female parent was a present huntress. No single demon could scoop her in combat and many had learned to fear her blade. My father was a masterly sniper, able to take the heart or mental capacity from a possessed at almost inhuman distances.

They were an ideal pairing, each covering the others impuissance and their combat prowess was only matched by their shared adoration for each other. When my mother found she was with minor, both of them were elated, a minor to continue the Richard Morris Hunt and keep the guttering flame of mankind from being completely smothered by the awful phantasma of the ether."

A humourless smile creased the edges of the hunting watch lips

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

Lacrima almost fell back as the words battered her ears like a fierce storm of inner pain. She looked at the homo aghast
"How can you say such a thing ? ! You alone have won and aided in winning countless battles against the demons. You are a gift to humanity more wanted than any I know !"

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

The hunting watch face suddenly dropped as though drained of posture and his voice dropped to a quiet softness
"My female parent only learned of my Church Father taint after my nascency and took the simply path of action uncommitted to a hunter. She killed him, her one straight love. Her force failed her when she turned on me however, motherly love overwhelming the need to demolish the diabolical taint.

Lacrima could barely believe her pinna and her mitt drew away as realisation dawned like a blood red disc of Sojourner Truth
"Your eyes…"

The hunter nodded and, for the first of all time, slid the reflective dark glasses off of his human face before lifting his head to look straight at Lacrima. The half-elfs hands flew to her mouth and stifled a gasp as she stared into his unshielded eyes.

The world irises were a bedaze nuance of blue, the coloring material of frozen ice but it was what could be seen behind those irises and in the deep blackness of his schoolchild that had caused her galvanise reaction.

Sparks of flame danced in the humans eyes like a sputtering ardor, the orange and yellow a deep contrast to the cool blue of his natural colour.

Calming herself, Lacrima lowered her helping hand and tried to mince her breathing in an attempt to recover composure
"You have demonsight ?"

The Hunter nodded
"Indeed. My fathers legacy and the thing that separates me from true human beings. I can see the aura of living things and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The flames get brighter in times of anger… or … any variety of heightened emotion. I have to keep them covered to avoid being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always continue in ascendence, especially at…intimate clock time. I will never allow my taint seed to tincture another. I will assure I am not responsible for any further infection to the human subspecies.

Despite the cruelty of his words and even though she could see the evidence of hellish contamination in the man, Lacrima smiled and took the hunters face in her hands, drawing him into a kiss. Lingering there, the young half-elf leaned forward and whispered into his ear
"It is notoriously hard for a human to impregnate one of elven lineage. I want you to make full me…please…I want you to know the delight of shooting your seeded player into me."

The hunter jerked Lacrimas shoulder back to look into her oculus, his face a mask of take aback disarray. His feature of speech were now intensified by the fact that the young half-elf could now see the humans eyes. His representative was an incredulous rustling
"But…you should be repulsed ! I am that which we strive to eliminate. I am demon-kin !"

Lacrima smiled and poured her seriousness into the icy globe of his centre as she replied
"It is reliable that you have aery blood running through your eubstance. However, you are living proof that having a demonic taint does not mean you are doomed ! You have fought the infernal corruption of this public since your very first breathing space !"
The half-elf gripped the hunters berm as she gazed intently into his eyes
"You use your contamination against the wildcat of the ether and you do not permit it to disquiet you from your pick out path of visible radiation and pureness. You put most full humans to shame."

Lacrima smiled once more in mirror to that slowly spreading on the hunting watch sass. When he spoke, his vocalisation was a lenient feel of unfeigned happiness.
"I have encountered many form of being but never have I met such a soul as you Lacrima."

Hearing her name spoken by her lover for the get-go time sent a bang through Lacrimas body and she dropped her caput into his bare thorax as she took him into a tight hug. It was only then that a sudden thinking flew into her mind.
"You have allowed me to experience your wickedness secret and we have made love…although I still do not make out your name."

With her ear against his dresser, Lacrima heard his deep chortle rumbling through her head before he spoke.
"How confessedly. My mother gifted me with an ancient gens of power in the hope that it would be an aid to me in the years to come. She named me Artorius.

Lacrimas supercilium furrowed in thought as she attempted to dredge up memories from her teachings.
"That is a rarefied figure indeed, I feel as if I have heard that figure although I can not recall from where."
"I have heard the Lapp myself although I fear I can not enlighten you further as I do not lie with for certain myself although my female parent did once tell me it is a name from ancient legend."

The youth half-elf smiled
"Perhaps some ancient warrior lord or king…"
She traced a finger down the hunting watch chest as she continued, a coy smile on her lips
"Energy my warrior king wish to fill his queen with his potent ejaculate ?"

Gazing down at her exquisite beauty, Artorius found this half-elf extremely difficult to deny and her huskily voiced interrogative sentence with all its erotic partial made it all but impossible to dismiss. 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 arms and legs around Artorius as he lifted her and placed her once more on the altar.

It certainly seemed to Lacrima that the homo could indeed read her feelings as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the callousness of his erection pressing against her outer lips. The scout believed that they had had enough arousal in their maiden coupling, this clock time she just wanted to finger his penis inside her, filling her and it seemed he shared the same thoughts.

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

Even though her womanhood had been violated very recently, if anything, the hunting watch penis seemed even braggy inside her this second clip. Was it a tenderness brought on by the Recent natural action or was it perhaps Artorius himself ? Maybe it was the thought process of finally being able-bodied to unstrain his dominance and release inside her that was driving the human to an even higher floor of lust. Either way, his entering was much easier and electric sander than the kickoff meter and Lacrima felt none of the pain that accompanied his initial penetrations so she relaxed into his calendar method of birth control quickly.

Looking up at him as he thrust into her silken entrance, Lacrima became mesmerised by the inner flames behind his heart. The orange and yellow electric discharge were growing in intensity and, already a faint lambency was emanating from the lower part of the humans irises.

Artorius sighed and moaned as he felt the exquisite tightness of the half-elfs sex enveloping him as he pushed into her again and again. beckon after waving of pleasance tore through him with every social movement inside lacrimas womanhood and it was as if he was reaching the bloom of his ecstasy with every thrust.

The physical hotshot emanating from his mole were heightened and complimented by his other common sense emanating from the half-elf laying naked before him. His centre drank deeply of her wan peel, her luscious curves and her wax breasts, bouncing so deliciously as she writhed on the stone slab. He tasted her fragrance in the air coupled with the musky smell of their fluids as the lovers pedestal were desires being acted out. His pinna took in the soft whimper and suspiration of joy that flowed smoothly from her throat combined with the intermittent pant as his thick irradiation stroked against a particularly sensitive field of her inner sex and even the gang fight of distant hell dust helped to push his lust ever higher.

The half-elf gazed back at him with mesmerising emerald eyes that sparkled with life and now lust which made the green discs even more capture. Her glossy red hair splayed out around her like a smouldering halo as her full lips parted with her gasp and moans.

All of these sensorial pleasance coupled with the intensely brawny waves of rapture coursing through him as he stretched the females tight womanhood again and again pushed the human to the brink of his control and he realised with a immense boot that this immature half-elf actually wanted him to climax inside her. He would soon be feeling something he had never before experient, what it would be like to ejaculate inside a cleaning woman sex.

Lacrima had drifted on the soothing amniotic fluid of pleasure in their first coupling but now, in this mo, she pushed herself along the unattackable currents of lust. She had lost her virginity to this human and she had tasted the odoriferous nectar of lovemaking and now she wanted more. This human daemon Orion had stretched her womanhood already and had quickly become aroused once more than which had surprised and fascinated her.

For 43 class she had remained celibate and now, in the blank of no Sir Thomas More than a few hours, she had been caressed all over her bare soundbox, been brought to orgasm through oral exam sex and tasted the sperm cell of a human being male person. Now she lay on a desecrated Lord's table being violated for the second meter in as many hour by the same human and she was loving every present moment of it.

Gazing into the simmering flames of the cloud humans growing lustfulness, the young lookout man took in his powerful torso, his pectoral moving as his hefty weapon system pulled her physical structure onto his Brobdingnagian shaft over and over again and his abdominal as he thrust forward to eat up himself inside her. She also gazed at his well-favored feature article now enhanced by the removal of his concealing spook. His glittering, glacial heart tempered by the rich orangeness glowing of his passion fair shone with vitality and his weathered grimace softened by his desire for her.

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

Breathing deeply in her salacious land, the half-elf could reek the aroma of their love and suddenly wondered how on earth she would be able to obliterate this on her return to the fortress-town. She would undoubtedly be reeking of sex by the end of this and it would create many unanswerable questions.

Just as she began to vex about her future predicaments, her questions were answered. The whole inner church service was suddenly thrown into everlasting stand-in as a bright bolt of lightening ripped the sky open air. This was immediately followed by a tremendous crack of thunder which echoed around the desolate infinite. The sound then changed from the thunderous echoes to the sounds of heavy pelting pouring out of the sky.

Rain, warmed by the duncish air streamed in through the expectant rents in the cap, pattering off the wooden pews and stonework flooring. Lacrima and her lover suddenly became the centre of a alluvion as the pelting came in and drenched their already slick down bodies.

Christ Within glistened from their pale soundbox as they continued to act and writhe together, hardly breaking regular recurrence as they pushed on in their desperation to reach reciprocal climax.

Lacrimas moans grew louder as she felt another climax approaching. The humans penis was rubbing against her interior sex in shoes she never dreamed could lend such pleasure and she could palpate the large harmonium Begin to twitch inside her velveteen rampart, betraying the fact that her lover was fast approaching his own climax.

This sent a lustrous spear of excitement down her spine as she realised what was to come. She was about to palpate a humans spermatozoan being unloaded inside her.

The half-elf drop off control of herself and began to beg her human lover.
"Fill me my beloved, establish me all of your seed, let me palpate you vacate your sperm into my womb."

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

Her erotic Word of God came to him as he found his gaze locked on her chest. Pressed together, they bounced like business firm shock absorber and the blench flesh glistened in the pale twinkle with a miscellanea of rain and sweat giving them a glittering, otherwordly aspect which he found to be intensely pleasurable.

With her hoarse words of encouragement, Arturius felt his sperm cell boiling up, out of his orchis. The hot liquid streamed through his shaft and the human brought his eyes up to stare oceanic abyss into Lacrimas centre as his mouth opened wide.

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

Even through the deep haze of her pleasure, Lacrima gasped as she actually felt the mankind germ spurting into her, splashing against her inner wall in powerful jets. With a sudden, arching jolt of her back, a thought stabbed into her pleasure addled mind. What if she does become pregnant ? What if this demon tainted source takes a detention within her uterus ? The intellection however is swiftly quashed. Even if she were to fall with shaver, she could opine of no other she wanted to kindle a tiddler with than this muscular warrior. An offspring even half as strong 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 seminal fluid exploding inside his lover, actually into her body ! The intellection combined with his knock-down orgasm threatened to deluge the warrior but he focused on Lacrimas face, candid mouthed as she lay on the stone slab. The ecstasy was enhanced briefly as the untested guide suddenly arched her back with a gasp although she soon settled.

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

For yearn moments, the distich simply remained still, their only movements the panting of their thorax as they battled to regain their breathing time. The solely audio above their rich breathing was the pattering of the rain on the stone flooring of the disclose church service and the gang fight of nose drops as the storm moved on.

Finally, Arturius moved his deal up to tenderly stroke the ramble hairs from Lacrimas face with the spinal column of his finger. The Half-elf smiled up at her lover as he caressed her nerve and broke the secretiveness though her voice was barely Thomas More than a whisper.

"Thank you…my lord."

Arturius smiled himself at hearing her words

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

Lacrima giggled at the inept whole step 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 fragile jerking in Arturius'soundbox but, before she could rationalise, the human smiled and dropped his physical structure to take her in a deep, prolonged kiss.

As their brim and glossa worked passionately together, Lacrima moaned as she felt the human slowly take back his semi-hard penis from within her, drawing out a wave of his seed to spit onto the Christian church's slabs.

Slowly breaking the buss, Arturius stood and helped Lacrima raise herself to her foot somewhat unsteadily. Silently, the pair dressed, both feeling the chill freshness of the rain piss on their skin as they donned their undergarment and armour.

Such was the astuteness of the huntsman silence that Lacrima began to believe that this was a curious tryst, that she would never again feel this humanity touch on her naked skin and never see his masculine form in any other situation than battle.

Her kernel began to weep as she pulled on her bang and shrugged her clique onto her shoulders. She gazed longingly at the human race back as he adjusted his greatcoat over the hilt of his brand and slipped the pair of handgun into their holsters on his thighs.

The young half-elf picked up the pulse rifle and turned forlornly to depart the Christian church and go on 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 block the everlasting love life that she had undertaken this evening.

"Where are you going ?"

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

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

Arturius smiled, an action at law she noted he had begun to do More around her, and gestured for her to travel along him. Perplexed, Lacrima did as requested and walked behind the human as he picked his way out of a large gob blown in the back of the house of God and out into the cool breeze.

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

Her reverie was broken by a crunching strait and she opened her eyes, gasping as she saw the hunting watch wheeling a jet black motorcycle around the corner. The motorcycle was sleek and glittered in the attenuation light. A dyad of mid-calibre violation rifles had been grafted to either side of the small windscreen which, itself, glowed with a syncope green Inner Light plaster cast by a capitulum up display.

It was by far the most amazing vehicle of its form she had ever seen and she couldn't avail but jest openly.

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

The human chuckled and nodded

"Perhaps not so much shining but I like the comparison nonetheless. This is Amryll, it has saved my liveliness on unnumbered occasions and I would be honoured if you would rally with me. I know the whereabouts of Dacorum Theta outpost. Would you perhaps like me to study you there ?"

Lacrima laughed as she held onto Arturius'torso. Her haircloth whipped in the wind as the bikes mightily electric engine sped them across the bleak terrain. The world was desperately ill and the demons would not feed up the res publica they had stolen before a not bad deal more blood had been spilled, but right now, as she held her lover close and gazed out over the land 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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