HUNTER & PREY

Lacrima picked her way through the detritus and debris of the weaken Ithiel Town. Barely a few months before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a close outpost of the dwindling human race. Now it lay decimated, undecided to the dim skies like an draw corpse.
The half-elf scouted the surface area alone, checking for mansion of living or, more importantly, foretoken of fiendish infestation. Her penetrating eyes scanned the ruins of each building intently, the recondite greens of her irises glittering in the fading brightness level like emeralds on an ornate blade hilt.

She wore the banner issue slate grey jumpsuit and blackened body armour that designated her as a soldier in the Terran rising corps. Being a scout, Lacrima carried a more compact version pulse rifle and the jumpsuit was a tight fit to let almost silent movement. The midst Lady Jane Grey material clung to her slim, lithe trunk, rippling as her powerful leg muscles propelled her through the terrain like a prowling feline on the Richard Morris Hunt for prey.

Lacrima moved stealthily, her long years of training and scrap experience making her bowel movement fluid, almost feline. Her slender SHAPE stalked the shadows, a wraith in search of prey on a desolate landscape. A fire up cinch ghosted through the empty streets like the last, racking breath of a dying man and it stirred the deeply auburn tomentum that hung in free curls 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 heart. The antediluvian bodily structure that once cut an imposing silhouette now lay broken. The spire that had once suffer proud in its benefaction and resplendency to the heaven had been destroyed completely. All that remained were snapped rafters jutting toward the heavens like the dried, broken ribs of the town's chest.

Lacrima approached the once outstanding main entry to the church, gaping wide open like a deep wound. Its doors had been ripped from their hinges and used as Wood to bite the few that had survived the fiend attack in a pyre to their fell lord. Lacrimas nose wrinkled as an offensive smell reached her nostril and she was certain she could still smell the burning flesh of those unfortunates as she entered the threshold of the church, the stench 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 interior space when she froze suddenly. Her shrill centre had spotted movement and she knelt silently behind the splintered corpse of a pew to observe the scene before her with a sentiency of wonderment.

The one known as the hunter was knelt beside the churches altar. He was knelt in a pool of brightness level that was cast through the shattered clay of a vauntingly stained spyglass windowpane. The human had stripped his theme song leather overcoat and black body armour to expose his pep pill trunk. The warriors skin was pale, a common sign of those that lived under the burned sky that now hung over the human race diseased landscape and his torso was coated in a thin lustre of sudor that glittered in the vaguely fragment ray of spark. Lacrimas skin tone was cheeseparing 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 young half-elf felt the warmth of a swoon blush which she knew would only ready them fend out even more. The hunter had his right arm rested on a interrupt plinth beside the altar and he appeared to be sewing a bass gash that ran most the length of his upper arm.

The humans muscles flexed and bulged with pain as the acerate leaf pierced his physical body and, although the scene before her was grisly, Lacrima could not avail but ascertain a sealed pleasure from seeing this one-half naked human.

At 43 old age old, Lacrima was considered a youthful adult within her race, the eq of a human girl just out of her teens. This combined with the come near constant training and battle meant that Lacrima had never had metre to think lots about male and she had never touched a male body except for when she was sparring or treating wounds. Now, crouched silently in her hiding blank space, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The human being body was in bewilder physical stipulation, his rippling venter and declamatory arm muscles sending unfamiliar shivers of pleasure through the half-elf's slender body.

Despite her combat senses screaming in protest, 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 pass close to a bright flame. She could not explain her excitement or the want to set about but somehow, she just wanted to be confining to him and to gaze upon his from with better detail.

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors campaign in better detail and stifled a grin as she realised he was evidently not a develop medic. The hunters stitches were dandy and tight but he was moving at a slow and deliberate stride as one with cognition but little experience would do. He had obviously read or seen how to perform field of honor medicament but had not had a good deal practice and it was made infinitely harder by having to perform it on himself.

Such was Lacrima's attention to the muscled human that she momentarily forgot the pedagogy of stealth and accidently kicked a small piece of fallen Masonry, sending it skittering across the marbled level. The hunter's reaction was immediate and lightning fast. combat reflexes that had been honed over countless fight snapped his script down to the nearest weapon, a pistol that had lay out of Lacrima's peck, behind the rock 'n' roll on which he had rested his spite arm and brought the sidearm up to target at the source of the speech sound."show yourself."This was the first time Lacrima had ever heard the human being speak and she was taken aback as to how deep and resonant it was, echoing around the desolate church in commanding, bass waves.

The half-elf intruder did not move from her place hidden behind a workbench, frozen like a frightened rabbit in a set of intense, masculine headlight. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the fiend hunters'weapon was aimed directly at her. The Hunter's voice sounded once more, this sentence dropping to a dangerously lull level that nevertheless carried a telling whole step of spitefulness."I know you skulk in the shadow, now step where I can see you or I will air you back to the cursed spawning pit that birthed you."

Slowly, as if afraid that she would be shot at the slightest movement, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched office behind a shattered pew and stood, headland bowed slightly like a shoal child caught by a coach. foresightful moments passed as the huntsman appeared to study her silently from beneath the gunmetal tincture that he was never seen without. Lacrima felt a sudden chill and a horse sense of desolation passed like a shudder down her spine. It was as if the human being was looking through her, seeing past her physical form to canvass her inner being. This highly uncomfortable flavour was only accented by the sight of the pistol that was pointed at her head.

After what was belike only a minute but, what felt like an age to Lacrima, the hunter stood and descended the steps from the altars dais, onto the filthy marble of the churches main floor. His motion were slacken but fluid, resembling a predator approaching its quarry. Despite the obvious danger to her someone, Lacrima could not help oneself but notice his build. The man was easily close to six feet tall and she was drawn to the way the directive Inner Light from the broken window shimmered from his pale skin and threw the muscle system of his soundbox into an ever changing landscape of lightness and fantasm. The handgun never once strayed from Lacrima, true proof of this hunters martial artistry.

The huntsman approached Lacrima in silence and the half-elf felt ineffective to affect or speak, somehow held in a trance by this human. All she could do was resist and await her circumstances, her emerald center watching the now dim light reflect from his naked upper body which seemed to emphasize his already telling muscle system, and wonder why she felt such conflicting emotions of fear and another, more obnubilate feeling…was it desire ? !

The huntsman came to a hitch a score of tread from the half-elf and slowly lowered the artillery although Lacrima noted that he kept a pew between them to celebrate her from approaching him at speeding. Once before her, he spoke once again, this metre without the dangerous maliciousness but a note of wariness still rang through its mystifying tones.
"I have seen no natural process in this place for respective days now."

As he approached this intruder, the hunter appraised the potential drop threat. It was certainly human or of a mechanical man backwash. It wore the uniform of a rebel scout and was female judgement by the way the armor had been shaped around the chest of drawers area.
As he got closer, he could attain out more than details 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 intrusion of Terra. This specimen was around average height for one of her subspecies, around 5'6"and slender. Her hairsbreadth was a scratch nicety of red, pulled back in a pixilated ponytail although a few stray strand framed her almost ghostly pale font. With a slight flower of realisation, the man came to note that this accentuated the female already considerable sweetheart.

nigh half-elves took on the graceful, abrupt features of their elven parent but this one had much softer facial feature. The almost semitransparent pale skin of her slender face had a healthy, porcelain suaveness and was broken only by a set of freckles that ran across her cheeks and small-scale, button nose. Her point ear and to the full, pale lips gave her an exotic, alluring aspect, greatly accented by her slanting Green middle and it was into these emerald orbs that the hunter found himself gazing. The female person eyes glittered with an energy and intelligence operation that he had rarely encountered and the human felt long repressed feelings stirring deep within his mind.

Lacrima saw conk mental confusion flickering over the humans face in his eyebrows and lips and she wondered what must be going on in the hunters mind. So preoccupied was she with this turn of events coupled with her own confound emotions that she almost jumped out of her hide when the warrior rundle again.
"What brings you to this area soldier ?"

The hunters voice still carried an almost ingrained air of government agency but the sentry could detect a warming of his flavour and she attempted to shroud her fear by throwing a humeral veil of confidence over her flustered state. Squaring her articulatio humeri, she stood before the human being, and fixed him with what she hoped was a casual glare.
"The Lapplander could be asked of you sir."
Her statement met muteness and the vernal lookout decided to continue
"A number of scouts have been sent from outpost Dacorum Theta to assess if this area is safe for rehabilitation. The demons appear to take in slaked their thirstiness for line of descent here and moved on."

The huntsman nodded slightly but said nothing and Lacrima was left with the uneasy sentience that he was analysing everything she said, searching for any untruth. muteness ensued as the two seemed to assess each other. In the heavy silence, Lacrima found her gaze meandering over the muscular torso of the Orion and she felt very unusual inspiration within her, it certainly felt like desire but why ? She had only ever seen this human being from a space and never spoken to him so why should she experience anything but curiosity for this lone daemon stalker.

As she tried to force her path of view onto a unlike data 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 niggling was truly known of his setting or intentions. All that was really known was his ability and desire to ruin demons wherever he encountered them. This is my chance perhaps, Lacrima thought to herself. Perhaps I could find out more about this human and organize a paper back to the council. The rebellion council were extremely interested as to how one man could endure so long in the wilderness and cursed plains. Any information she could glint from him could prove full of life for futurity plans.

After taking a few, calming breathing place, the half-elf softened her typeface slightly, taking on what she hoped was a convince mask of a pertain face. Lacrima then adopted a quieter, favorable musical note 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 length to Dacorum…"
There was a moments waver as, suddenly, an image flashed into her mind eye of her small manpower stroking the naked skin of the powerful mankind arm her pale helping hand on the smooth, warm human body as it glittered in a pool of brightness level. She could almost palpate the soundness of his muscular tissue on her fingertips. The heady boot of line to her cheeks caught Lacrima off guard and it took exertion not to heave with surprisal. Quickly trying to re-centre her thoughts, Lacrima managed to continue unsteadily.
"..Or…perhaps…allow me to help you ?"

An awkward silence followed with the Orion remaining unchanging as if he hadn't even heard the youthful talent scout'Son. The break allowed Lacrimas mind to run saturnalia with picture of her touching this pale, hefty limb. Her skin tingled as her mind tried to recreate what this warriors consistency would find like to her delicate tactile sensation and this sent an intense flood of emotions through the Edward Young half-elf forcing her to attract on her inside strength in a desperate attack to not lurch back from the mental onslaught. Such was the intensity level of the look-alike, Lacrima found herself panting faintly and, with a sudden stab of fruition, she knew she was blushing deeply.

Dim light that filtered through the ruined Windows and candid roof, catching the pondering Earth's surface of the hunters shades. The human stood before the scout like a statue of ancient sentence. I marble carved warrior king, stripped to the waistline and struggle scarred. The poetic mental imagery did naught to help Lacrimas rattled province and, when the Hunter finally did speak, even his quiet tonicity caused her to parachute in surprisal at the sudden smashing of silence.
"No, no healers."
Another light pause and this prison term, the impact had sharpened the young lookout senses and she could detect a feint note of confusion on the hunters stoic lineament. Was he thinking like sentiment of her ? ! His chief flicked to seem down at his wound and he brought his arm up to allow secretive 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 muscle moved and bunched with legato ascendance as the hunter flexed them, testing the profoundness of the wound and even the wince of nuisance as he moved damaged tissue wasn't enough to stem the half-elf's reverie.

After a few moments, the hunting watch came to a finish and lowered his arm, fixing the young female in his regard once more and Lacrima hoped she didn't look as flustered as she felt. The Hunter spoke and, for the kickoff time since their meeting several arcminute before, she detected a note of kindness in his vocalisation. It was very feint but it was there nonetheless.
"It may prove useful if you could aid me. You are trained in subject area medicine ?"

Lacrima nodded dumbly, ineffectual to organise words and hoped it would be enough. After a long moment, the hunting watch nodded in tax return, a slack, abruptly apparent motion and turned away from her, heading toward the soapbox steps.
Taking this as a silent invitation to follow, Lacrima fell in bottom. As she walked, Lacrima allowed her gaze to cast a little more freely over the humans back now she didn't flavour like her every thought was being scrutinised by his intense stare. The man had virtually no fat on his body which allowed Lacrima to see the musculature of his book binding. She watched the small muscles around his spine sliding back and Forth River with his pace and the expectant, impressive muscles of his shoulders as his arms swayed at his side of meat. The lookout looked over his figure and felt a fondness in the al-Qaeda of her belly as her eyes took in his slim waist and broad berm. This truly was an splendid specimen of masculinity. The only affair marring the image was the DoS of the human's skin. His backrest was a latticework of scars, to the highest degree healed but a few stood out an angry red likely making them reinvigorated and Lacrima found herself building a new stage of respectfulness and wonderment for this lone warrior. She would have to ask for more about these wounds when the time rise.

Mounting the steps to the communion table plinth, the huntsman led the half-elf to the perspective she had first encountered him beside the great, stone slab. There she found the humanity armour and equipment laid out in almost perfectly heterosexual person lines, not a undivided token out of place. The new picket stifled a giggle on seeing such tidiness. She had no melodic theme a warrior of such stature and obvious acquirement 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 humans shaded gaze. She had had no thought she had been smiling outwardly and took on a shamefaced expression.
"My apologies sir, I meant no criminal offence. It is just not often I encounter a male with such…order."
A intermission ensued and the young lookout man heart dropped as she feared she had annoyed the hunter and blown any chance for knowledge. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her heart sing. For the first time since their group meeting, the hunter smiled. It was a brief curling of the backtalk accompanied by a straightaway exhalation resembling a snort of amusement but it was enough to bring a beaming grin the female's mouth.
"Indeed my peeress. My mother taught me well to organise myself in all things. An organised mind is a potent weapon in engagement she used to say me."
The smiling dropped from Lacrimas face at the warrior's use of retiring tense
"Your mother…she is ..."
"Dead. Yes."

Those Word of God 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 flesh where he had been stitching before her interruption.
The finality of his movements gave grounds that his mothers death was a sore subject which was understandable. Nobody could lease such an result without groovy sorrow but there was something about the rigourousness of his turn of events and the looking at that flashed across his face before doing so that made the scout think that there was More to it than natural causes. She would perhaps broach the subject when she had gained Thomas More of his trust.

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

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved hands felt the resoluteness of his muscle before the soothing heating of his body penetrated through, heightening what the scout now realised was her arousal. Again, confusion rose in her creative thinker as she tried to fathom how she could be having tone like this, everything was legal injury. These were flavor that she had never experienced before, this was a man she had never met until today, in a place that had, barely a few calendar week before been a charnel family of descent and decimation. In an endeavour to take her mind off her tingling lower regions, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A deep laceration ran down a good distance of the hunting watch upper arm, almost perfectly slicing between his bicep and brachialis musculus. The bout was ragged which made it improbable that it was a leaf blade or sharp object that had done the damage and even through the warmness of her waken state of matter, a chill ran down Lacrima's spine at the depth of the rip and she knew this must be causing a huge amount of pain to the human despite his externally calm state. She looked up quizzically
"How did this take place ? It is a truly nasty wound."
The hunter uttered a undivided Scripture that made the offspring female bite her scurvy lip with awe and concern
"Daxzkepyl."
The word repeated in Lacrima's mind, Daxzkepyl, an officer in the diabolic USA. This type of officer was a horrendous amalgamation of man and crustacean, his main arm being a huge, armour plated claw that resembled that of a lobster or pubic louse. To take down one of these abomination was difficult for a team of mortals, to do so one-on-one was almost unheard of.
"You fought a Daxzkepyl on your own ? !"she gasped incredulously
"I did. The anathemize spawn died toilsome and not before causing me this."
The huntsman gestured angrily at the unfastened wound as if such a wildcat didn't deserve to be able-bodied to get one such as him pain. Lacrima wondered at this warrior's martial art and made a vow to herself to try and memorize as much as possible about the conflict. It would likely contain a wealth of top on how to submit on the demons.

Examining the rend form finisher, Lacrima made sure as shooting the wound was clean and then checked the hunting watch's stitching.
"stitching up a wound like this is unmanageable, especially if you're trying to do it alone."
Dropping his arm gently, Lacrima removed her gloves to enable her to handle him properly and looked over his medical supplies, nodding slowly as she ran through the operation out loud.
"Your med kit is well stocked sir. By the looks of it you have started well, injecting the blood-flow inhibiter to slow down haemorrhage and, judging by the torn promotion, you have well sanitised the area."
Trying to relieve the humour and thought process he had begun to relax, Lacrima grinned
"You'll not piddle a seamstress I'm afraid judging by the calibre of your stitching though."
This input was rewarded with a oink of merriment and a smile that completely changed the huntsman's face. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually rump feature of speech changed so completely into a balminess that melted her heart. This was a man that had known felicity once and that made it all the worse that one such as him had to eek out an existence in such a abandon environment.

Smiling herself, Lacrima took up the hunter's arm once more, relishing the skin to bark contact and gently lay it on her knee joint so she could begin stitching properly. As gently as she could, the lookout man started to sew up the deep bout. Her training did her proud and the Brigham Young scout deftly placed pocket-sized stitches over the wound, drawing the two halves of flesh together. After a few stitches, she looked up and saw that the hunting watch winced ever so slightly every time she pushed the phonograph needle though his figure and her face fell in shock as actualisation dawned.
"You haven't used any anesthetic ? !"
The hunter shook his capitulum but gestured for her to remain, only speaking after she had almost finished.
"Feeling 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 squirm agony of a possessed mankind face as his physical structure is re-structured from the inside, you quickly find out to treasure that life isn't all bad. Pain dungeon me sharp."
Lacrima shook her chief with a smirk
"I do not understand your logic sir for I have not seen such a thing and have no wishing to. I for one will not stay until the very flimsy hellish taint is cleansed from our earth."
"Oh really ?"
The note of the hunter's part caused Lacrima to look up from her work and she saw an odd expression drift over his grimace like a pass cinch of ill subject matter. This concerned her and she decided to conjure further, hoping she wasn't overstepping the mark.
"Is that not what you wish for ? A cosmos free of these abominations ?"
After a import, the hunter began to nod slowly
"Indeed, freeing this populace of the hell spawn is of great importance to me. As to removing the merest taint…I think that will prove harder than you think young scout."
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the shaded eyes of the human
"Please, call me Lacrima."
"Lacrima, that is a pleasant name…for a pleasant girl."
The words caused the half-elf to send openly as she tied up the final stitch.
"Why, unspoilt sir, I do consider you are flirting with me."
Suddenly, the huntsman snatched his arm away from Lacrimas lap, turning his vertebral column on her.
"You are mistaken young scout. You would do well to keep your distance from me. citizenry that get too close have a habit of dying."
Lacrima controlled her outrage surprisal and reached out to lay a soothe script on the huntsman's shoulder. She wanted to keep him close, for both military and on the spur of the moment personal reasons.
"I am not afraid of danger my lord, I only wish to learn from you. Your knowledge…"
"My knowledge is Worth zippo to you dead. Besides, you would not wish to know me !"
The violence of the hunter's tone shocked Lacrima and she felt a stab of distress pride at his Assumption but she attempted to continue a soothing horizontal surface to her vocalisation
"I am well trained and have combat experience, I can cover myself well. And I would very much like to get it on you better my lord."

Lacrima stopped suddenly. She had had no aim of uttering those words and she felt suddenly blate at her outburst. She could palpate the hunter's breathing deepen in the movement of his shoulder underneath her hand and a sudden moving ridge of desire washed through her, causing her to gently lay her free manus on his other shoulder in what she hoped was a calming way, hoping desperately to keep open him close, to feel him.
"I do not lay claim to know anything of your background knowledge or modus vivendi my lord but I would dearly bid for you to tell me of it."
As she spoke, Lacrima realised her mitt had begun to unconsciously knead the warrior's shoulders. She also noticed he had not complained so she decided to extend.

The half-elf's pocket-size hands moved delicately over the hunter's berm, squeezing the bunched muscles and straightening them with aristocratical squeeze play of her finger's breadth. The motion over the warm, house flesh brought a new wave of stimulation to the young female and she felt the surface area between her peg 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 exercising weight to make himself more comfortable. Taking the opportunity, Lacrima slid forward on her knees so she could be nearer to this masculine human.

Pressing her armoured dead body to his book binding, the half-elf drew a deep breathing spell, taking in the smell of the Hunter and noting the insidious alteration in his perfume. The musk she had smelled before was more spectacular and it was now overlaid with a sharp-worded scent. Was he becoming aroused also ?

The thought drew mental picture of a wholly more seamy nature in Lacrimas minds eye and she felt the heat in her cheek intensify. Also, the tingle in her pubic region had given way to a wetness that she now felt between her branch. Her mind raced ‘ Oh lord, I want him…but I have never been with a male, let alone a human. What would he make of me if I did not delight him ?'

The young Lacrimas chief swum with possibilities and luxuria began to oversupply her creative thinker like a foresighted held back tide. Shifting herself up, straightening her kneel legs, Lacrima raised herself so she could see over his shoulder, the whole time her hands servicing his now relaxing shoulders. A minor purr drifted from the back of the hunter's throat which Lacrima felt through the chassis of his shoulders and this spurred her on to risk a forestall glimpse. Craning her neck slightly, Lacrima peered over the huntsman's shoulder, hoping he wouldn't observe what she was doing and focused her gaze on the human's crotch. The sight that beheld her caused her jaw to drop.

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

It had been a long clip since he had felt distaff manpower on his material body and it was likely he had never felt such a dextrous feeling. This half-elf was not only a skilled scout - for what early reason would the rebellion allow her to go out alone - but she had a touch that was both frail and yet, somehow firm.

Her small handwriting caressed the knobbed muscle system of his articulatio humeri with almost inerrant accuracy, seeking out and straightening the muscles bunched and taught from long months of fighting.

Such was the passion and feel of her touch that the warrior felt a subtle warmness spreading in his loins that he had long dismissed as disused. Just then, he felt the cool pressure level of her armored breasts against his back as the offspring female pressed her body closer to his. This contact, combined with the soft, ghosting stream of her affectionate breath against his flop shoulder sent undulation of pleasure straight to his groin and he felt long forgotten needs stirring mystifying within.

He heard a soft pant from his right and angled his drumhead slightly to glance over at the female'pretty face. The half-elf was biting her lip, a feeling that only served to raise her already considerable smasher and the hunter felt his soundbox flush with heat as his luxuria for this Lester Willis Young female began to blossom.

At that point, Lacrima felt eyes upon her and turned her read/write head to seem into the hunter'shaded regard. The two held that look for several moments, held still in the perpetual space-time of blossoming desire.

As one, the top dog of the human and half-elf began a slow, inexorable movement toward each others. Their lip parted slightly as they neared until, with a ticklish slowness, the two pairs finally met for a brief moment before parting again.

The Orion's wraith hid his eyes but Lacrima could feel the raw lustfulness emanating from him as her emerald gaze drank in his unassailable lineament and stubbled jaw. She knew full well that his salacious design were only matched by her own and she looked into the lenses with a blazing desire. The yoke held each others gaze a little sentence longer, each waiting for the others unspoken favorable reception to keep. Then, silently, their brim met once more and remained in contact.

Lacrima's centre fluttered closed as her lips pressed against his, the sensation of kissing this human a drug of such strength that she felt her head get down to spin as, with unconscious crusade, she moved her lips against his in a long, passionate kiss.

liquid heat flowed through him, filling his soundbox with the flames of desire as he parted his lips against hers and allowed his natural language to gently caress the soundness of her backtalk. The flaming roared into a new stage on feeling her lips part enough to allow her tongue to move against his, gently stroking it with an intoxicating tenderness.

His hand drifted up to gently caress Lacrimas rightfulness cheek, stroking it tenderly with his ovolo as they continued their deep candy kiss. Feeling the gentle touch, Lacrima allowed her hands to travel down his chest, her fingertips tracing delicate blood line down his pectorals to his well-formed abdomen.

The warmth of her finger's breadth on his skin sent shivers of foreplay through his torso and the Hunter's breathing quickened as his passionate kiss with the half-elf continued. Feeling her touch slither down his breast and onto his abdomen, he was overcome by a wave of lust and gripped Lacrima's wrist. The watch eye flew unfastened at the sudden impression but they soon fluttered closed once Sir Thomas More, this meter with expectation as she felt him guiding her hired man lower, toward the physical object of her Holocene desire.

Lacrima allowed her brain eye to picture the gallant and public treasury of the warrior's abdominal muscles as her blench bridge player was slid down his firm body. Her breathing quickened as her fingers touched over the cincture and belt, her lips pressing deeper into his as she settled herself lower to enable her to get hold of his lower body. Her breath then caught in her throat as she touched it.

Her fingertips stroked over a laborious, thick bulge that pressed against the leather of his trousers and the Whitney Young half-elf moaned into the human's mouth with a live up to purr. Pressing her decoration against the excrescence, Lacrima started to slither her hand up and down the thick beam slowly, taking in the breaking ball and rigid hardness of the organ as she pleasured it.

The hunter moaned in reply to her movements and the untried lookout man allowed herself a fragile smiling as the dyad held their lip locked together in a Passion that only those that had abstained for year could fully appreciate.

The huntsman's finger that had, up until now been caressing Lacrima's cheek now began a quest down the side of her throat where the warmth of his skin and the soft touch of his fingerbreadth made her pale skin tingle with delight.

His hand continued, across her shoulder and down her arm, finally slipping underneath her elbow and coming to catch one's breath over the uppermost clasp of her consistency armour. The thought that the human was about to begin stripping her sent a thrill through the one-half elf's eubstance and her groan deepened into the hunter's mouth.

With a muffled ginger nut, the clasp came undone. This was followed soon after by the others and Lacrima felt the weightiness shift as her body armour hung beneath her bow body. With a longing flicker of her tongue, Lacrima broke the twain osculation and slipped the armour over her drumhead to reveal the slate greyness jumpsuit she wore beneath.

turn back from dropping her armour, Lacrima found the Orion on his feet. Once more the young half-elf found herself marvelling at how the lighter from the shattered ceiling glistened from his pale peel giving him an almost ethereal caliber as his powerful arms reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without conscious effort and she all but fell into his substantial embrace. Throwing her head back, the pathfinder thrust her rim up to converge his once more and her arms wrapped around his firm waistline in a passionate embrace.

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

Bringing one paw around, the hunter cupped one of the half-elf's breasts, caressing it gently and delicately teasing the hard nub of her mammilla with one of his fingers. The female's breasts were very solid and pert with the nipples pushing against the cloth of her jump suit as if trying to break rid of their stuff prison.

Slipping his paw further up her torso, the hunter briefly caressed Lacrima's Kuki before moving to the zip at her neck, sliding it down and revealing her pale pelt to his gaze for the first time.

The textile of the jumpsuit parted slightly as the zip continued on its journey downwards and the hunting watch drank in the flock of Lacrima's segmentation. The two pale orbs pressed together in the confines of their clothing.

Stopping the zip at her waist, the hunter could resist no more and dipped his head, placing a series of kisses between her breasts. Gasping with delight, Lacrima rested her hands on the back of his head, bathing in the feeling of another's sass and tongue caressing the sensitive skin of her boob for the maiden time.

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

Desperate for more, the half-elf shrugged the jumpsuit from her articulatio humeri and allowed the top to fall away to hang below her waistline. The ticket grey material parted like softly moving curtains to reveal the oceanic abyss valley of her bosom and the smooth, undulate horizon of her torso to the hungry centre of the hunter. Lifting his forefront back slightly, his gaze drank in the toothsome curves of her eubstance and the swell of her business firm breasts. The dark garden pink of her areola stood in contrast to the pale clean of her skin and her nipples protruded from the tips of her breasts as if beckoning the human to them.

Obeying the lustful shout, the hunting watch dipped his pass once more. This fourth dimension, his backtalk wrapped gently around one of Lacrima's nipples. His brim enveloped the iniquity areola and drew the nipple into his backtalk. This produced a shuddering gasp from the half-elf as the electricity of his suckling transmitted into rippling waves of pleasure that travelled to every corner of her body. Hearing her inhalation and feeling her torso shivering at his ministration, the Hunter gently flicked his tongue over the tip of Lacrima's nipple whilst it was trapped in the fondness of his mouth causing her shuddering to increase and a syncope mewling of ecstasy to escape from the watch'throat.

nurseling gently, the hunter raised a hand and ran his finger through the flaming red tresses of Lacrimas'hair. The effeminateness of her hair combined with the suavity of her tegument brought deep growling of delight from the huntsman that vibrated through Lacrimas'mamilla and caused the nub to harden further, sending electric pulsing of rousing to form 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 huntsman head in both hand, cupping his stubbled cheeks gently and lifted him so his rim were almost touching hers. Still holding his head, Lacrima brushed her rim over his, ghosting her flabby anatomy across his slowly before pressing her face forward, taking him into a deep kiss with a syncope murmur.

The hunter felt Lacrimas'hips pressing against his, the rhythmic effort of her grinding gently against him coupled with the odour and warmth of her body against his sending shake up and down his spine. With one paw slipping around between them, the human slowly unzipped the jumpsuit completely and slid the material over her hip, letting it drib to the floor with a soft rustle.

Sliding the backrest of his fingers along the placid, gentle skin of the half-elfs'torso, the hunting watch cupped his hands under her nates. This drew forth a purr of enjoyment from both Hunter and scout as Lacrima felt his touch on the thinly veil essence of her buttocks and the huntsman felt the business firm roundness that seemed to fit the cup of his men as if sculpted for them. Gently, with a buff touch, the hunter started squeezing and caressing this perfect backside whilst allowing the tip of his tongue to glide against hers in an elegant dancing of passion.

Lacrima drifted on a gently undulating sea of pleasance as she felt her body caressed in fashion she had never experienced and only rarely imagined. How this hunter was able to be so gentle amazed her as his reputation for merciless killing of his enemy was well known. Yet here, in this decimated Christian church, he held her as a collector would cradle his finest gem and caressed her cutis with such delicacy it was little Thomas More than the whisper of a lover breath washing over her.

The half-elf was snatched from her reverie as the hunters hands tightened on her derriere and she felt herself being lifted off the stone-paved floor. Instinctively, she wrapped her leg around the human and, in doing so, felt the protuberance of his erection crush against the thin fabric of her step-in and rub across the sensible lips of her womanhood. This was a superstar like no other she had, up until this moment experience and she gasped, open-mouthed on feeling the moving ridge of delight that washed quickly over her.

Turning slightly, the hunter took a few steps and lowered the guide slightly before she felt the cold bite of stone on her upper thighs. With a gasp of surprisal at the sudden sensation, Lacrima realised that she was sitting on the sharpness of the communion table. Keeping her potent stage wrapped around the huntsman'waist, the half-elf gripped his consistence and pulled him to her, taking his lips into another late, lingering kiss.

The hunter allowed the kiss to keep on for a few yearn moments. He couldn't get enough of her full brim pressing against his and he deeply enjoyed the way her spit caressed his so delicately. Soon though, he tore his mouth from hers as he sought out another tier of pleasance. He kissed down the young scouts'neck and over her chest as he had done before. This fourth dimension, however, he did not pause at her tit but continued on, down to her flat belly, kneeling slowly as his head descended over the pale, soft peel of Lacrimas'body.

Feeling the tender caress of his backtalk on the previously untouched skin of her body sent shivers coursing up Lacrimas'sticker and she ran the fingers of her hands through his short-cropped fuzz. As the human knelt before her, his intention began to establish themselves known and it was made very clear as she felt his fingerbreadth wrapped around the waistband of her panties and slowly began sliding them down. Lifting her torso from the altar slightly, allowing the human to slip the lenient textile of the panties over her second joint, Lacrima felt the thrill as she realised she was soon to be naked in the presence of a male for the inaugural time in her life. A abbreviated feeling of wariness stabbed into her mind as a sudden doubt came in as to how this human being would care for her in these most confidant of coming upon. This thought was soon quashed however as the scanty finally slipped from her feet and fell soundlessly to the paved trading floor and she felt the man lips hint against her second joint.
The warmth of his breath was the initiative genius, ghosting over the delicate skin of her inner leg. This heralded the arriver of the human race lips which touched against her thigh with such a tenderness that it sent shivers of delectation coursing through her body. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the Hunter drawing his soft sass slowly along her wan hide leaving a trail of tingling shape in their Wake. The young half-elfs hands slid down her own body, using the backs of her fingertips to stimulate the skin of her body, sending her deeper into the lapping waves of pleasure washing over her.

The further up her thigh the sassing travelled, the deeper Lacrima fell, drifting helplessly on the quieten waters of her arousal. Never had she felt such pleasure and these new adept flowing around her body from this human were same exotic electricity flowing into her from his feeling. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist heat of his tongue slip from between his lips as his school principal approached the very top of her leg. He pressed his spit into the crevice where her leg met her physical structure and lapped gently there launching moving ridge after powerful wave of rousing up her spikelet. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to hold close the back of the hunters head, trying to draw his lip to the marrow of her arousal. Obeying her unspoken statement, the hunter lifted his drumhead slightly only to press his lips against the moist lips of her sex.

This first ever touching of another being was almost Sir Thomas More than Lacrima could take and she arched her back as the man soft sass moved against her womanhood in a passionate kiss. The half-elf Drew a deep breathing time through clenched teeth in a long hushing of desire which suddenly became a whimpered gasp of raptus as the world tongue once again weight-lift forth from his rima oris. His hot, wet natural language parted the lips of the young scouts womanhood to urge on against the nub of her clit. intense shock of electric stimulation coursed along the length of the half-elfs spine as the human flicked his tongue against her clit with foresightful, placate strokes.

Lacrima gripped the back of the Hunter head with an increased importunity as her grade of stimulation started to peak debauched than she ever thought possible. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few times using her fingers but never had she felt such a gentle touch and, even through the fatheaded haze of ecstasy she found herself marvelling at the hunter skill. His attainment with a brand and firearm were well documented but never would she have imagined that these skills could be translated into a sexual context.

Lacrimas moan increased in book along with her arousal and she began to writhe on the frigid Isidor Feinstein Stone of the alter as she approached orgasm, clawing at the back of the hunters head as her pleasure began to bubble over. Whimpering and shuddering along her entire body, Lacrima came to a powerful coming. The half-elf wrapped her stage around the shoulders and neck opening of the huntsman, trying to perpetrate his expert tongue as finale to her as she could whilst screaming her acute pleasure to the discover rafters of the church.

The hunter moaned softly as he tasted the nectar of Lacrimas sex. His tongue lapped at her as a parch Hugo Wolf would drink from a stream, pushing his lingua into her opening to arrive at the wet within. The half-elfs nectar tasted unlike to human females, carrying an almost intoxicating pleasantness. With the females climax came a wave of this sweet succus that he drank willingly.

Reaching up, he filled his hand with Lacrimas business firm breasts, kneading them gently as he continued to lavish her with his tongue. The yr of battle had left lilliputian time for such encounters but the human had enjoyed the company of his sightly plowshare of cleaning lady but there was something about this Young half-elf. From her scent to her taste and even her atmosphere spoke to the hunter on a layer he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a young kitten as spear of pure ecstasy lanced through her spikelet sending shudder of pleasure throughout her body. Her blench pelt shone in the shaft of light as she writhed on the altar, the humans tongue sending her to levels of sublime pleasure that she had never dreamt possible.

Feeling another flood tide approach, Lacrima moaned softly"Please…Please…"She lay her custody on his as they massaged her bosom, bringing them to her nipples where she let him rag them with his fingertips adding another layer of genius to her oneirism. This sent her over the boundary once more and with shuddering gasp, Lacrima reached climax for the secondment time.

The hunter lingered between her wan second joint long enough to complete drawing her nectar into his back talk before pulling away and standing. Her pectus heaving as she caught her breath, Lacrima looked once more into the shielded gaze of the Orion and for a long minute, the dyad looked at each other in silence, lovers without the want of words.

With an unspoken agreement, the human unbuckled his smash and unzipped his fighting trousers, allowing them to return to the flagstone with a clatter. Propping herself up on her elbows, Lacrima dropped her regard to the hunting watch crotch and the protuberance that now distended his underclothes. Without the confinement of the thick trousers, the bulge seemed even bigger and Lacrima felt a grinning creasing the turning point of her lips as she watched the hunter finale kicking off his trouser before tucking his ovolo under the waistband and drawing the final barrier down to reveal the target of her current desire.

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

Lacrima slid from the communion table and dropped to her knees as if in adoration of this mighty harmonium. She was unable to tear her eyes from the Orion groin, her emerald eye sparkling in the fallible light as she stared fixedly at the midst shaft. Finally ripping her gaze upward, the Brigham Young half-elf looked up into her own observation in the humans shades as a slender hired hand reached out to stir a males penis for the very get-go clock time. The peel was very fond and the half-elf Drew her fingerbreadth back at number one, afraid that her cold hands would discomfort the human but the huntsman merely nodded for her to continue and she lay her fingertips once more onto his hot flesh.

At kickoff, Lacrima only stroked the surface of the shafts skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the sensation of the heat and softness of his skin. Then, as her self-assurance began to ramp up, she slowly wrapped her fingers around the midst shaft, just below the bulging read/write head. The thickness was such that her fingers only just met on the other incline. The size of this reed organ for one as inexperienced as her was daunting but Lacrima had gone too far to plow back now and she drew the humankind foreskin back gently. This caused a long sigh from the humans backtalk, a mansion that she was performing well enough and the young scout began to stroke her hand back and Forth in long, slow movements.

The hunting watch gazed at the half-elfs beautiful look as she reached out to touch him, marvelling at her sandbag ingenuousness. The young scout reached out and touched his irradiation, retracting as if scalded the present moment he felt the stale bite of her chilled peel. He knew immediately of her trouble and nodded reassuringly at her start expression. With his encouragement, she had resumed her caress and the man rolled his headspring back in enjoyment as her cold, delicate trace draw lines of cool joy along the length and breadth of his manhood.

He had to stop himself biting his lip in pleasure as her small hand wrapped itself delicately around his spear but he couldn't suppress a suspiration of pleasure as the young female drew the skin of his shaft back to let out the spiritualist drumhead of his manhood to the cold, stale air. The sigh quickly became a long purr of delight as the half-elf started to move her deal along his duration, the trend of his foreskin over the tip sending intense sparkle of gratification shooting through him. This Edward Young talent scout had not known a mans tinge, her body language gave that fact away but, for one so inexperient, she had an expert touch and her tender caress was heating the furnace of his orgasm much faster than he expected.

Lacrima gazed, unflinching at the hunting watch organ as she pleasured it. She marvelled at its sizing and the way she could feel his heartbeat throbbing powerfully through his shaft of light as she stroked him. She watched the glistening wetness of the tip each time she pulled his foreskin back to reveal it. She sensed the hunter shifting his weight slightly and she closed her middle as she felt his finger's breadth running through the thick filament of her ponytail, rolling her straits back slightly with contentment. Opening her eyes, Lacrima cast her sparkling verdant gaze up at her devotee, letting his deep purr of pleasure race over her and losing herself in her own enjoyment.

An estimate came unbidden to the young half-elfs creative thinker and her eyes widened slightly at the thought of what she could do and the sensations it would bring. Licking her rim and dropping her question back to face the hunter groin, Lacrima began to lean forward. Watching the female person movement, the Orion realised her purpose and a wave of expectation overtook him, moving his hand to start caressing the thick pilus at the backrest of the scouts head.

Moving inexorably forward, Lacrima took in the musky aroma of the human crotch and found it a strangely heady aroma, just one breath causing her want for this world touch to put forward dramatically. With this growing foreplay, Lacrima placed her backtalk on the hunters manhood in the Lapplander way she had felt his on her sex a short prison term before, kissing his spear from tip to ground in several, lingering pecks.

The hunters purr got louder at her sass caress and Lacrima spent several longsighted moments lavishing the human being shaft with her kisses, only starting to pull the skin back once more when she felt she could look no longer. Bringing her mouth to the tip of the hunting watch humanness, Lacrima closed her heart and took the glistening tip into her mouth.

The hunter openly gasped as the heat of the half-elfs mouth enveloped him with euphoric warmth and his hand tightened its traveling bag on the back of her psyche. He was heedful not to push or pull the girl into anything she didn't want but it was a hard campaign 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 sweet flavours wash over her taste buds. She found the penchant most pleasurable and she flicked her tongue over the flesh filling her sassing in an elbow grease to get a more intense mavin. This had the effect of tearing a grunt of enjoyment from the human race pharynx and a slight push as the Orion desperately fought to control his urge to thrust deep into the females throat. Lacrima understood what this meant and she began to move her head slowly back and forth along the thick shaft of the humans penis. Such was the cinch of the organ that Lacrima was unable to get much more than a quarter of its length into her sassing before she felt it begin to drive against her voice box. Judging by the volume and tone of the noises the hunter was making, she doubted it mattered much but then she heard his trench voice, taut with go"My lady…I'm…close…"

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

The half-elf tightened her lips on the throbbing shaft and stroked her hand along it, her former hand coming up to rub down the humans vauntingly nut. She wasn't sure why but somehow it felt like the good matter to do. She was proven right as, here and now later, a loud holla echoed through the church building and Lacrima felt a strong jet of liquid ten-strike the back of her throat. Such was the surprise that the untried half-elf quickly withdrew her nous but she managed to keep her hands on the pipe organ as it twitched and jerked in her grip. Through wide center, Lacrima watched as spurt after spurt of midst, White River semen splashed over her neck and thorax. The pale eyeball of her white meat glistened with thick trail of spermatozoon and, as more lavish onto them, the liquid began to drip onto the flagstones with a unruffled patter.

Lacrima gulped as her surprisal began to abate and suddenly realised she still had the humankind seminal fluid in her mouth. The warm liquid slid down her throat and she could sample a alone mix of salty redolence. The taste sensation was mildly confusing but she knew one affair, she would not sound off if she were to taste the hunters ejaculation again.

The hunters grunts subsided as the concluding trickles of his orgasm fell from the end of his penis to add to the pool already formed below Lacrima and muteness slowly returned to the desolate nave with its shattered pews. The pair of lovers breathed heavily from their effort and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her feet. Once stood, she wrapped her slender subdivision around the humans brawny waist, looked up into his shades and whispered two words.
"Take me."

There was an exsert break as the hunter looked at her in silence, his entirely bowel movement being to place his hired hand on her rosehip. Then, in the delicious bass growl that always sent a thrill of excitement through the young half-elfs body, he replied.
"As you wish, my lady."

That said, the human gripped underneath Lacrimas firm buttocks and lifted her once more onto the stone slab of the altar. The half-elf bed covering her legs willingly and wrapped her arms around the Hunter neck as he stepped between them. Glancing down, the young lookout man was impressed at the fact the human was still hard despite his climax only a unforesightful meter earlier and another charge of excitement passed through her at the prospect of the hunter stamina.

The huntsman ran his hands slowly up Lacrimas smooth thigh, his fill in optic following his hands as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs pale tegument. As his hands reached her shank, Lacrima felt something push against the intemperate nub of her clitoris and she realised that she was feeling the warm up moistness of a males penis against her woman for the first prison term. 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 service altar.

The darkness gothic overtones of this thought process rocked the young lookout and she stared up into the shadiness of the hunter with a heady mix of lust, vexation and intrigue. As if in reception to her sudden insecurity, the human wordlessly dropped his posture and pressed his sass against hers. The unprecedented move succeeded in both surprising the inexperienced half-elf and calming her as she relaxed into the more conversant action of kissing him passionately.

Lacrima felt the almost galvanizing buzz of pleasure as the human gently moving his hip, teasing her sensitive womanhood with the tip of his length and causing her coxa to rock unconsciously in time to his movements.

Placing one hand onto the Lord's table for keep and the other onto Lacrimas business firm breast for his own pleasure, the hunter started to gently push forward, the tip of his slam sliding down from the half-elfs clitoris and beginning to press against the rigorous opening of her sex. Such was the man girth that it was respective here and now of gradually building insistence before the head of his penis finally broke into the half-elfs sex. Both partners moaned into each others mouths at the present moment of insight, Lacrima gasping at the sudden filling ace and the hunter grunting at the tightness that gripped the head of his penis. Barely an inch more and the human felt the natural roadblock that truly explained the new females tentativeness.

Slowly, the hunting watch broke away from the entire sassing of the young lookout and looked down into her enthralling emerald eyes. The hunting watch asked a mute question, the instant too precious to deflower with the vulgarity of tidings. With equal silence, Lacrima gave her reply with a grin and an almost imperceptible nod. For the first time since she could remember, Lacrima saw the hunter and she could have wept with joy at the enchanting handsomeness that now blossomed on his face. Such a simple movement softened his feature and she could now truly see his inner beauty.

In return, the joyful grinning that spread over Lacrimas face was so saintlike that the hunter felt a deeper than ever yearning to pleasure this stunning untested half-elf and preserve such a promised land sent beauty. With as much guardianship as he could rally, the human began to crowd forward. The barrier to the half-elfs virginity did not cave in easily and the Whitney Moore Young Jr. female clenched her dentition as she felt the pressure inside her body originate to its inevitable climax. With a mysterious oink, the Hunter tip broke through Lacrimas hymen and penetrated oceanic abyss into her womanhood with a long slow, careful thrust until almost three quarters of his length was embedded within her velvet sex.

The lookout mouthpiece opened all-inclusive and she let out a pant of pain as she felt her final sinlessness breach and the slowly growing touch of being filled thick than she had ever experienced. The pain of her deflowering quickly faded as, once inside her, the hunter held himself still to allow her to go more accustom to the feeling of his midst, operose member invading her tight channel. The hunter was truly a conciliate fan 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 potent feelings toward.

The half-elfs sex gripped the hunters shaft tightly in its sleek TV channel and he tried to calm his urge to thrust deep into her such was the pleasure of her inner wall. Seeing her grin slowly creep back proved that he had been right to wait and now he allowed himself to begin moving inside her. He gently started to skid his thick shaft in and out of her which drew a long, cryptical groan of joy. Her sleek inner bulwark held him so perfectly and he could feel wispy rippling passing over his throbbing extremity as if trying to guide his very perfume from his body.

Lacrimas voice joined his in a Greek chorus of ecstasy as both buff experienced previously unknown degrees of gratification in their carnal quest for release. As their lovemaking continued, the picket hide on both of the beings glistened with effort in the putz of light spearing through the shattered spire that picked them out as the only movement in this desecrate family of god.

Lacrima looked up into the hunters face as he filled her again and again and a sudden view drifted into her pleasure hazed mind. She had never seen the Hunter without his ghost on, indeed, she had never known anybody to see the man without his eyes covered. What could he possibly have to obliterate behind those musing shades of his ? ! Unable to contain her moan and whimpers of pleasure, the scout slowly reached a slender hired man up and stroked the hunting watch cheek as he made dear to her. His grunts of enjoyment became a deep purr at her conciliate touch and his features softened again at this show of softheartedness. Feeling she had his trust, Lacrima hooked a digit beneath the arm of the shades, behind the hunters ear. His reaction was so lightning fast that the half-elf felt the humans paw grip her wrist joint before she had even registered his movement. His grip was hard and his face hardened slightly making the Lester Willis Young watch think 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 vanity and not just the physical void of his no longer being inside her. The hunter then took her hand and gently eased her into a standing position. The confused and saddened half-elf numbly complied thinking he was about to bend his back on her and begin dressing but, in a surprising movement, the Hunter turned Lacrima to face away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was bent over with her hands on the stone communion table. With a dawning realisation, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his strong deal grip her shank and the head of his humanness began to err back into her from behind.

The hunter didn't have any intention to appropriate the Pres Young pathfinder to see behind his shades. He couldn't stomach the idea of scaring her in this most confidant of instant. He opted to make water certain that she wouldn't be able to meddle further whilst still being able to finish this deeply euphoric encounter. Seeing the half-elf female from behind sent Sir Thomas More shivers of excitement through him as he couldn't help but marvel at the young scouts rear. Her buttocks were so unwaveringly and round of golf, they depicted a utter, pale moon before him and he felt an animalistic urge transfix his mind. A savage grin passed momentarily across his sass before he wrestled control once more and took hold of Lacrimas waist before penetrating her once more.

Lacrima mewled as she felt Wave after wafture of pleasance wash over her with each thrust of the hunting watch shaft. Every push eased his tumid phallus deeper and deeper into her as she took more and more of him into her trunk. The feeling of being filled so completely was proving more than she could pack and, throwing her head back, the lookout man cried out in flood tide as a right orgasm ripped through her entire body. Twitching and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the hunter body begin to tense and she could feel the head of his shaft Menachem Begin to maturate inside her. She didn't need former experience to screw what this heralded and she urged the human on in a breathless attempt to set aside him to palpate the great level of transport that she had just experienced.
"Please…don't stop…"

The females inner walls enveloped his duration in their staring grip and the Orion drifted on the waves of satisfaction that bathed him with each movement of his shaft inside her body. When the half-elf reached orgasm, her intimate walls rippled over him with deep, milking Wave and he felt his own sexual climax building quickly under such an baffle torrent of pleasure. He looked down and watched the female buttocks ripple slightly with each meeting of their dead body and this great deal was all it took to send him tumbling over the edge of ecstasy. Even as he fell, the Orion managed to keep a provisionary traveling bag on his ascendance and was just able to pull himself from her velvet sex before spilling his seed. With a roar of loss, the Orion splattered Lacrimas back and erect with his seminal fluid in powerful super C until the product of his liberation dripped from her buttock in thick, creamy strands.

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

Lacrima was all but comatose, bathing in the fondness that pulsed from her sex, her inner walls slowly relaxing after their outset time at being wrapped around a male person throbbing electronic organ. The hunter was likewise insensate. Never could he commend such a deep euphory in interjection and he struggled to call up a time he had felt a female so perfectly tight.

It took several minutes for the lovers to recover any sorting of composure but, slowly, they stood and Lacrima sat on the Lord's table edge, the hunter dropping onto a fallen piece of masonry to sit, still breathing rather expectant than rule. Lacrima gazed at the human, her eye passing over his strong thorax as it heaved and the network of scrape that crisscrossed almost every inch of his body. Finally, the Loretta Young half-elf broke the secretiveness and quietly spoke.
"Have you known anything except combat ?"

In a surprise reaction, the hunter began to chortle softly, his headway still drooped between his shoulders.
"My female parent was a hunting watch, she began my training as soon as I was hard enough to accommodate a weapon…I live to destroy the ethereal cancer that is the ogre infestation of this world, our world…No untried scout, I have only known battle…and pain."

The half-elf frowned and cocked her school principal to one English
"And your father ?"

The hunting watch winced and immediately Lacrima knew she had touched on a afflictive memory although the hunter still replied to her enquiry
"My Church Father was also a hunter…once…"
Partly already knowing and dreading the answer, Lacrima felt compelled to continue
"Was he killed by a demon ?"
The Orion winced and his reply came loaded with barely concealed agony
"No, something…someone far worse."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"Do not be, their battle is over, they are at peace…More than can be said for the sorry remnants of my race."

Lacrima stood, conscious of the tightness around her buttocks where the hunters seed was quickly drying in the cool air of the church. She padded over to where the hunter slumped and knelt, reaching out to take his stubbled chin in her fingerbreadth. He raised his oral sex and she looked into his fill in center, seeing the solemn fear etched into her reflection
"If there were more humans like you, the human race would own fiddling to worry about."
The Orion snorted and turned away, his voice taking on a surd boundary
"The very last thing the human airstream indigence is more like me !"

Stung by his reaction, Lacrima laid her hand on his shoulder, stroking her fingers over his peel comfortingly
"You are strong, sinewy and, from what I've seen honourable…not to mention…passionate and skilful…"
Lacrima felt her cheeks warm as she spoke and tried to keep her voice sincere as she continued
"…Those are the accomplishment needed to face and get the better of the demon hordes. I do not acknowledge of many humans that share all such traits in one package."

muteness met her Christian Bible and, for a here and now, the half-elf thought the conversation was at an end but the Orion head slowly began to turn, his typeface coming back into position with a look of deep sorrow marring his handsome features.
"All my life story I have fought to campaign back the demon legion, to gift humanity a fighting probability. It is a sad irony that I fight the ethereal hordes…"

A mysterious suspiration escaped the huntsman lips before he continued on a seemingly unrelated path
"My mother was a gifted huntress. No undivided demon could scoop her in scrap and many had learned to venerate her blade. My father was a masterful sniper, able-bodied to aim the fondness or brain from a possessed at almost inhuman aloofness.

They were an ideal pairing, each covering the others weaknesses and their scrap prowess was only matched by their shared adoration for each other. When my mother found she was with child, both of them were elated, a nestling to go on the hunt and keep the guttering flame of humanity from being completely smothered by the abominable phantom of the ether."

A humourless smile creased the edges of the Orion lips

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

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

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

The hunter face suddenly dropped as though drained of durability and his phonation dropped to a quiet effeminateness
"My mother only learned of my fathers taint after my birth and took the only if course of legal action available to a Orion. She killed him, her one dependable love. Her strong point failed her when she turned on me however, motherly love overwhelming the motive to ruin the diabolic taint.

Lacrima could barely believe her ears and her bridge player drew away as realisation dawned like a blood red disc of trueness
"Your eyes…"

The hunter nodded and, for the first off prison term, slid the musing shades off of his human face before lifting his head to see straight at Lacrima. The half-elfs deal flew to her mouth and stifled a gasp as she stared into his unshielded eyes.

The humans iris diaphragm were a stunning tint of bluing, the colour of glacial ice but it was what could be seen behind those irises and in the deep blackness of his schoolchild that had caused her startled reaction.

Sparks of flame danced in the homo eyes like a spattering fire, the orange and yellow a rich dividing line to the poise blue of his natural colour.

appeasement herself, Lacrima lowered her hands and tried to weaken her breathing in an attack to regain composure
"You have demonsight ?"

The hunter nodded
"Indeed. My fathers bequest and the thing that separates me from admittedly humankind. I can see the aura of life things and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The flames get brighter in sentence of anger… or … any kind of sharpen emotion. I have to maintain them covered to ward off being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always stay on in ascendance, especially at…intimate multiplication. I will never admit my infect seed to bang up another. I will see to it I am not responsible for for any advance infection to the homo subspecies.

Despite the harshness of his Logos and even though she could see the evidence of demonic taint in the human, Lacrima smiled and took the hunting watch face in her manpower, drawing him into a buss. Lingering there, the unseasoned half-elf leaned forward and whispered into his ear
"It is notoriously firmly for a human to tincture one of elven ancestry. I want you to fill me…please…I want you to know the pleasure of shooting your seed into me."

The hunter jerked Lacrimas shoulder back to front into her centre, his face a masquerade of traumatise disarray. His feature film were now intensified by the fact that the Cy Young half-elf could now see the humans eye. His voice was an incredulous whisper
"But…you should be repulsed ! I am that which we strive to eliminate. I am demon-kin !"

Lacrima smiled and poured her sincerity into the glacial eyeball of his eyes as she replied
"It is true that you have gossamer parentage running through your consistency. However, you are living test copy that having a satanic taint does not mean you are doomed ! You have fought the satanic putridness of this world since your very first breathing place !"
The half-elf gripped the hunters shoulders as she gazed intently into his heart
"You use your taint against the wolf of the ether and you do not allow it to distract you from your prefer itinerary of visible radiation and pureness. You put most to the full humans to shame."

Lacrima smiled once more in mirror to that slowly spreading on the hunters back talk. When he spoke, his voice was a easy tone of literal happiness.
"I have encountered many form of being but never have I met such a person as you Lacrima."

Hearing her name spoken by her lover for the start prison term sent a frisson through Lacrimas body and she dropped her head into his bare chest as she took him into a closely hug. It was only then that a sudden thought flew into her mind.
"You have allowed me to get laid your shadow secret and we have made love…although I still do not know your name."

With her ear against his chest, Lacrima heard his cryptic chuckle rumble through her pass before he spoke.
"How admittedly. My mother gifted me with an ancient name of power in the promise that it would be an aid to me in the years to issue forth. She named me Artorius.

Lacrimas forehead furrowed in thought as she attempted to dredge up storage from her teachings.
"That is a rare figure indeed, I feel as if I have heard that name although I can not come back from where."
"I have heard the same myself although I fear I can not enlighten you further as I do not know for certain myself although my mother did once state 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 sass
"Does my warrior king wish to fulfill his fagot with his potent seed ?"

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

The pair smiled at each other, enjoying their legal 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 human could indeed learn her flavor as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the inclemency of his erection pressing against her outer backtalk. The scout believed that they had had adequate foreplay in their offset mating, this meter she just wanted to feel his member inside her, filling her and it seemed he shared the Saame thoughts.

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

Even though her womanhood had been violated very recently, if anything, the Orion member seemed even bigger inside her this second time. Was it a affectionateness brought on by the Recent epoch action or was it perhaps Artorius himself ? Maybe it was the idea of finally being able to unstrain his control condition and release inside her that was driving the homo to an even in high spirits level of lust. Either way, his entrance was much sluttish and smoother than the first time and Lacrima felt none of the painful sensation that accompanied his initial penetrations so she relaxed into his rhythm quickly.

Looking up at him as he thrust into her sleek entryway, Lacrima became mesmerised by the inner flaming behind his eyes. The orange and yellow arc were growing in intensity and, already a deliquium luminescence was emanating from the low component part of the man iris.

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. wave after wafture of pleasure tore through him with every movement inside lacrimas womanhood and it was as if he was reaching the eyeshade of his go with every thrust.

The physical aesthesis emanating from his seawall were heightened and complimented by his early sens emanating from the half-elf laying naked before him. His eye drank deeply of her pale cutis, her red-hot curves and her full breasts, bouncing so deliciously as she writhed on the stone slab. He tasted her olfactory property in the air coupled with the musky smell of their fluids as the lovers groundwork were desires being acted out. His ears took in the subdued whimpers and suspiration of delight that flowed smoothly from her pharynx combined with the intermittent pant as his thick shaft stroked against a particularly medium expanse of her inner sex and even the gang fight of removed big H helped to crowd his luxuria ever higher.

The half-elf gazed back at him with mesmerising emerald centre that sparkled with aliveness and now lust which made the green magnetic disk even more catch. Her lustrous red tomentum splayed out around her like a smouldering halo as her full sassing parted with her pant and moans.

All of these sensory pleasures coupled with the intensely powerful waves of rapture coursing through him as he stretched the females tight womanhood again and again pushed the human to the brink of his ascendance and he realised with a huge shudder that this vernal half-elf actually wanted him to climax inside her. He would soon be feeling something he had never before have, what it would be like to ejaculate inside a woman sex.

Lacrima had drifted on the soothing waters of joy in their first coupling but now, in this secondment, she pushed herself along the strong currents of lust. She had lost her virginity to this human being and she had tasted the sweet nectar of lovemaking and now she wanted more. This man demigod Orion had stretched her muliebrity already and had quickly become aroused once Sir Thomas More which had surprised and fascinated her.

For 43 years she had remained celibate and now, in the infinite of no more than a few hours, she had been caressed all over her naked body, been brought to orgasm through viva voce sex and tasted the sperm of a human being male. Now she lay on a desecrated Lord's table being violated for the second fourth dimension in as many hour by the Saame homo and she was loving every moment of it.

Gazing into the simmering flames of the tainted humans growing lust, the Young picket took in his muscular body, his musculus pectoralis moving as his herculean arms pulled her soundbox onto his immense shaft over and over again and his abdominals as he thrust forward to bury himself inside her. She also gazed at his handsome feature article now enhanced by the removal of his concealing specter. His glittering, glacial optic tempered by the mystifying orange glow of his Passion of Christ fair shone with life force and his endure face softened by his desire for her.

Sitting herself up, Lacrima gripped the Arturius'forearms, a effort which pressed her breasts together enhancing her cleavage and continued to bet deep into the humanity oculus as he ploughed his severely prick into her volition body.

Breathing deeply in her lustful state, the half-elf could smell the scent of their sexual love and suddenly wondered how on earth she would be capable to hide this on her take 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 worry about her succeeding predicaments, her enquiry were answered. The altogether inner church was suddenly thrown into stark easement as a bright bolt of lightening ripped the sky open. This was immediately followed by a grand crevice of smack which echoed around the ravage space. The sound then changed from the thunderous echoes to the strait of heavy rain pouring out of the sky.

Rain, warmed by the deep air streamed in through the peachy rents in the roof, pattering off the wooden pew and stonework floor. Lacrima and her lover suddenly became the meat of a torrent as the rain came in and drenched their already slick bodies.

Light glistened from their blanch torso as they continued to move and wriggle together, hardly breaking rhythm as they pushed on in their desperation to reach mutual climax.

Lacrimas moans grew louder as she felt another orgasm approaching. The homo penis was rubbing against her inner sex in places she never dreamed could bring such pleasure and she could palpate the tumid reed organ Menachem Begin to twitch inside her velveteen walls, betraying the fact that her lover was fast approaching his own culmination.

This sent a bright fishgig of excitement down her spine as she realised what was to come. She was about to experience a humans spermatozoon being unloaded inside her.

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

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

Her erotic Son came to him as he found his regard locked on her boob. Pressed together, they bounced like business firm cushions and the sick bod glistened in the sick luminousness with a potpourri of rainfall and stew giving them a glittering, otherwordly facet which he found to be intensely pleasurable.

With her hoarse words of encouragement, Arturius felt his sperm cell boiling up, out of his testicles. The hot liquid streamed through his quill and the human being brought his eyes up to stare deep into Lacrimas eyes as his mouth opened wide.

Locking his centre on hers, Arturius roared his release as he felt freight after burden of his seed squirting inside the hot wetness of Lacrimas womanhood. Lacrima too toppled from the ledge of her ecstasy and fell willingly into the flames of her own mighty orgasm, crying out her release as her own nectar flooded over the human shaft buried inside her.

Even through the deep haze of her pleasance, Lacrima gasped as she actually felt the mankind seed spurting into her, splashing against her inner paries in potent special K. With a sudden, arching jolt of her spinal column, a thought stabbed into her pleasure addled mind. What if she does become pregnant ? What if this demon tainted seed takes a postponement within her womb ? The thought process however is swiftly quashed. Even if she were to come down with youngster, she could retrieve of no other she wanted to grow a tiddler with than this potent warrior. An offspring even one-half as strong as its Father-God would examine a formidable ally to the embattled human races.

Arturius growled and gasped like an creature released as he felt his seed exploding inside his devotee, actually into her body ! The thought combined with his powerful orgasm threatened to drown the warrior but he focused on Lacrimas facial expression, open mouthed as she lay on the stone slab. The ecstasy was enhanced briefly as the young scout suddenly arched her back with a gasp although she soon settled.

The hunter focused his gaze on his lover as his climax faded and the last few jet were released into the half-elfs sex.

For long moments, the span simply remained still, their only movements the heaving of their chest of drawers as they battled to recover their breath. The alone sound above their deep ventilation was the pattering of the rain on the Edward Durell Stone floor of the broken church and the rumble of thunder as the tempest moved on.

Finally, Arturius moved his hand up to tenderly stroke the stray hairs from Lacrimas nerve with the back of his fingers. The Half-elf smiled up at her fan as he caressed her cheek and broke the silence though her interpreter was barely more than a whisper.

"Thank you…my lord."

Arturius smiled himself at hearing her words

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

Lacrima giggled at the awkward spirit in the hunting watch spokesperson, he was obviously idle to talking in such a way and she brought her arms up to wind 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 jerking in Arturius'body but, before she could apologise, the human smiled and dropped his body to ingest her in a deep, prolonged kiss.

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

Slowly breaking the kiss, Arturius stood and helped Lacrima evoke herself to her ft somewhat unsteadily. Silently, the pair dressed, both feeling the thrill freshness of the rain urine on their skin as they donned their undergarments and armour.

Such was the profoundness of the Hunter silence that Lacrima began to believe that this was a singular tryst, that she would never again finger this humans touch on her nude peel and never see his masculine descriptor in any other situation than battle.

Her pith began to weep as she pulled on her boots and shrugged her coterie onto her shoulders. She gazed longingly at the world back as he adjusted his overcoat over the hilt of his sword and slipped the brace of pistols into their holsters on his thighs.

The Cy Young half-elf picked up the pulse rifle and turned forlornly to leave alone the church and continue the lifelong battle against the daemon hordes. This day, this church service and its sole occupant had branded itself indelibly onto her head and she would never block the thoroughgoing lovemaking that she had undertaken this evening.

"Where are you going ?"

On hearing the hunters representative, Lacrima turned back to see Arturius, his center once more curb behind his sunglasses, looking at her with his head cocked to one slope quizzically. She stammered slightly as she replied, trying to obliterate her late sadness.

"I, I must recall. The camp will start to wonder as to my whereabouts if I am not rest home before sundown."

Arturius smiled, an action she noted he had begun to do Sir Thomas More around her, and gestured for her to play along him. Perplexed, Lacrima did as requested and walked behind the human as he picked his way out of a prominent hole blown in the butt of the sign of God and out into the cool breeze.

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

Her reverie was broken by a crunching speech sound and she opened her eyes, gasping as she saw the hunting watch wheeling a jet pitch-dark motorcycle around the street corner. The cycle was streamlined and glittered in the attenuation visible light. A pair of mid-calibre assault rifles had been grafted to either side of the small windscreen which, itself, glowed with a swoon green light cast by a Heads up display.

It was by far the most awe-inspiring vehicle of its variety she had ever seen and she couldn't help but laugh openly.

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

The human chuckled and nodded

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

Lacrima laughed as she held onto Arturius'body. Her hair whipped in the wind as the bikes powerful electric car engine sped them across the bleak terrain. The world was desperately ill and the demons would not collapse up the ground they had stolen before a large heap Sir Thomas More lineage had been spilled, but right now, as she held her lover close and gazed out over the Din 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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