Orion & target

Lacrima picked her way through the detritus and debris of the broken townspeople. Barely a few months before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a conclusion outpost of the dwindling human backwash. Now it lay decimated, open to the bleak skies like an disembowel corpse.
The half-elf scouted the area alone, checking for signs of life or, more importantly, signboard of demonic infestation. Her sharp eyes scanned the dilapidation of each building intently, the deep common of her iris glittering in the wither Christ Within like emeralds on an ornate swords hilt.

She wore the stock progeny slate grey jumpsuit and shameful body armour that designated her as a soldier in the Terran rising corps. Being a talent scout, Lacrima carried a more powder compact version pulsing rifle and the jumpsuit was a soaked fit to allow almost silent movement. The thick grey material clung to her slim, lithe body, rippling as her hefty leg muscleman propelled her through the terrain like a prowling feline on the James Henry Leigh Hunt for prey.

Lacrima moved stealthily, her long years of breeding and combat experience making her motility fluid, almost felid. Her slender human body stalked the shadows, a wraith in search of fair game on a desolate landscape painting. A light breeze ghosted through the void streets like the final stage, racking breath of a dying man and it stirred the deep auburn hair that hung in loose curls down Lacrimas back in a retentive ponytail that reached midway down her shoulders.

Her patrol took her toward the midpoint of what remained of the town and the church at its core. The antediluvian structure that once cut an imposing silhouette now lay broken. The steeple that had once stood proud in its benevolence and resplendency to the nirvana had been destroyed completely. All that remained were snapped balk jutting toward the Shangri-la like the dried, broken ribs of the town's chest.

Lacrima approached the once great main entrance to the church, gaping extensive open like a deep wound. Its doors had been ripped from their hinges and used as wood to burn off the few that had survived the daemon attack in a pyre to their fell lord. Lacrimas nose wrinkled as an offensive tone reached her nostrils and she was certain she could still sense the burning flesh of those unfortunate as she entered the doorway 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 hunt of the desolate interior space when she froze suddenly. Her sharp optic had spotted move and she knelt silently behind the splinter remains of a pew to observe the scene before her with a mother wit of wonderment.

The one known as the hunter was knelt beside the churches altar. He was knelt in a consortium of Light Within that was cast through the tattered remains of a enceinte stained glass windowpane. The human had stripped his key signature leather overcoat and black torso armour to expose his upper berth torso. The warriors skin was pale, a vulgar sign of those that lived under the burned sky that now hung over the worlds diseased landscape and his body was coated in a thin luster of travail that glittered in the vaguely fragmented ray of lighting. Lacrimas skin tone was close-fitting to that of her Elven kin making it paler still than even this hunters and this emphasised the freckles on her horn in and speed cheeks and the Loretta Young half-elf felt the warmth of a faint blush which she knew would only make them stand out even more. The hunter had his right arm rested on a broken plinth beside the altar and he appeared to be sewing a deep slice that ran most the distance of his upper arm.

The mankind muscleman flexed and bulged with annoyance as the phonograph needle pierced his flesh and, although the scene before her was sick, Lacrima could not assist but receive a certain joy from seeing this half naked human.

At 43 twelvemonth old, Lacrima was considered a young grownup within her slipstream, the equivalent of a homo girl just out of her teens. This combined with the near unceasing training and battle meant that Lacrima had never had time to reckon much about males and she had never touched a male body except for when she was sparring or treating wounds. Now, crouched silently in her hiding piazza, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The humanity consistence was in amazing strong-arm stipulation, his rippling stomach and large arm muscles sending unfamiliar shivers of pleasure through the half-elf's slender eubstance.

Despite her combat senses screaming in protest, the Danton True Young soldier felt compelled to move closer and, breaking cover at a crouch, she silently, crept closer to the hunter as a moth would draw close to a bright flaming. She could not excuse her excitement or the want to come on but somehow, she just wanted to be closer to him and to stare upon his from with better detail.

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors crusade in serious point and stifled a grin as she realised he was evidently not a trained medick. The Orion stitches were neat and soused but he was moving at a irksome and consider stride as one with cognition but little experience would do. He had obviously read or seen how to perform field medicament but had not had much recitation and it was made infinitely harder by having to do it on himself.

Such was Lacrima's attention to the muscled homo that she momentarily forgot the teachings of stealth and accidently kicked a small firearm of fallen masonry, sending it skittering across the marbled floor. The Hunter's reaction was straightaway and lightning fast. fight reflexes that had been honed over myriad fight snapped his helping hand down to the near weapon, a side arm that had lay out of Lacrima's sight, behind the rock on which he had rested his injured arm and brought the sidearm up to point at the source of the sound."appearance yourself."This was the get-go time Lacrima had ever heard the human being speak and she was taken aback as to how deep and evocative it was, echoing around the desolate church in commanding, sea bass waves.

The half-elf intruder did not displace from her place hidden behind a bench, frozen like a panicked hare in a set of intense, masculine headlights. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the fiend hunters'artillery was aimed directly at her. The hunting watch's voice sounded once Thomas More, this meter dropping to a dangerously hush level that nevertheless carried a weighty tone of malice."I know you skulk in the phantasma, now step where I can see you or I will direct you back to the cursed spawning pit that birthed you."

Slowly, as if afraid that she would be shot at the fragile crusade, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched stance behind a shattered pew and stood, head bowed slightly like a school child caught by a tutor. Long moment passed as the hunter appeared to study her silently from beneath the gunmetal shades that he was never seen without. Lacrima felt a sudden thrill and a sense of nakedness passed like a tingle down her spinal column. It was as if the human was looking through her, seeing past her strong-arm physique to study her inner being. This highly uncomfortable intuitive feeling was only accented by the quite a little of the shooting iron that was pointed at her head.

After what was probable 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 flooring. His movements were dim but fluid, resembling a predatory animal approaching its quarry. Despite the obvious danger to her mortal, Lacrima could not serve but point out his build. The man was easily close to six feet tall and she was drawn to the way the directional light from the broken windowpane shimmered from his pale skin and threw the musculature of his body into an ever changing landscape painting of sparkle and shadow. The pistol never once strayed from Lacrima, true validation of this hunter martial art.

The huntsman approached Lacrima in secrecy and the half-elf felt unable to move or speak, somehow held in a trance by this human being. All she could do was abide and wait her lot, her emerald center watching the now dim light reflect from his naked upper soundbox which seemed to accent his already impressive muscular structure, and marvel why she felt such contravene emotions of fear and another, more confusing feeling…was it desire ? !

The Hunter came to a halt a score of stride from the half-elf and slowly lowered the weapon although Lacrima noted that he kept a pew between them to keep her from approaching him at amphetamine. Once before her, he spoke once again, this time without the serious malice but a billet of chariness still rang through its deep tones.
"I have seen no activity in this station for several days now."

As he approached this intruder, the hunter appraised the possible terror. It was certainly human or of a humanoid slipstream. It wore the uniform of a rebel scout and was female judging by the way the armor had been shaped around the thorax area.
As he got closer, he could make out More inside information and he began to think this was no assailant. The being stood before him was a half-elf, one of the new races that had emerged after the initial demon invasion of Terra. This specimen was around ordinary acme for one of her raceway, around 5'6"and slender. Her pilus was a spectacular spook of red, pulled back in a blind drunk ponytail although a few stray Strand framed her almost ghostly blench face. With a slight flush of realisation, the homo came to note that this accentuated the female already considerable looker.

well-nigh half-elves took on the elegant, tart feature of their elven parent but this one had a lot softer facial features. The almost translucent wan skin of her slender typeface had a healthy, porcelain fluency and was broken only by a set of freckles that ran across her cheeks and lowly, button olfactory organ. Her indicate auricle and good, pale rim gave her an exotic, alluring vista, greatly accented by her biased green eyes and it was into these emerald orb that the hunter found himself gazing. The female eyes glittered with an push and intelligence that he had rarely encountered and the human felt long repressed opinion stirring deep within his mind.

Lacrima saw faint confusion flickering over the human beings face in his supercilium and lips and she wondered what must be going on in the hunting watch mind. So lost was she with this spell of outcome coupled with her own confused emotions that she almost jumped out of her skin when the warrior spoke again.
"What brings you to this area soldier ?"

The hunting watch part still carried an almost implanted air of authority but the scout could find a warming of his tone and she attempted to cover her fear by throwing a head covering of self-assurance over her rattled state. Squaring her shoulder joint, she stood before the human, and fixed him with what she hoped was a insouciant glare.
"The Lapp could be asked of you sir."
Her statement met silence and the young scout decided to continue
"A number of guide have been sent from outpost Dacorum Theta to assess if this surface area is prophylactic for rehabilitation. The ogre appear to stimulate slaked their thirst for blood here and moved on."

The Orion nodded slightly but said nothing and Lacrima was left with the uneasy sense that he was analysing everything she said, searching for any falsehood. silence ensued as the two seemed to assess each other. In the toilsome silence, Lacrima found her regard meandering over the muscular body of the Orion 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 feel anything but peculiarity for this lone demon stalker.

As she tried to pressure her path of thinking onto a different path, her Green River heart settled on his wounded arm. The Half-Elf had heard many a rumour about this human, he was a lone hand and little was truly known of his background knowledge or intentions. All that was really known was his ability and desire to destroy demons wherever he encountered them. This is my chance perhaps, Lacrima thought to herself. Perhaps I could happen out more about this human and prepare a report back to the council. The rebellion council were extremely worry as to how one man could survive so long in the wildernesses and cursed plains. Any selective information she could gleam from him could prove vital for hereafter plans.

After taking a few, calming breaths, the half-elf softened her brass slightly, taking on what she hoped was a convert mask of a concerned aspect. Lacrima then adopted a quieter, friendlier look as she addressed the hunting watch once more.
"Your wound looks deep, would you care to see one of our healer ? It is not a great distance to Dacorum…"
There was a bit hesitation as, suddenly, an paradigm flashed into her minds eye of her lowly hands stroking the defenseless skin of the sinewy humans arm her wan hand on the smooth, fond flesh as it glittered in a puddle of light. She could almost finger the firmness of his muscle on her fingertips. The foolhardy rush of ancestry to her cheeks caught Lacrima off guard duty and it took cause not to heave with surprisal. Quickly trying to re-centre her thoughts, Lacrima managed to continue unsteadily.
"..Or…perhaps…allow me to assist you ?"

An ungainly silence followed with the hunter remaining static as if he hadn't even heard the young talent scout'words. The pause allowed Lacrimas judgment to run bacchanalia with effigy of her touching this pale, muscular limb. Her cutis tingled as her mind tried to recreate what this warriors body would feel like to her touchy tactual sensation and this sent an intense flood of emotions through the Loretta Young half-elf forcing her to draw on her intimate strength in a heroic attempt to not stagger back from the mental onslaught. Such was the saturation of the double, Lacrima found herself panting faintly and, with a sudden shot of realisation, she knew she was blushing deeply.

Dim light that filtered through the ruined windows and open roof, catching the reflective airfoil of the hunters sunglasses. The homo stood before the pathfinder like a statue of ancient times. I marble cut up warrior world-beater, stripped to the waist and battle scarred. The poetic imagery did nothing to help Lacrimas flustered state and, when the hunter finally did speak, even his quiet timbre caused her to jump in surprise at the sudden shattering of silence.
"No, no healers."
Another unretentive break and this time, the electric shock had sharpened the young scouts senses and she could discover a feint note of confusion on the hunters stoic features. Was he thinking exchangeable thoughts of her ? ! His point flicked to depend down at his lesion and he brought his arm up to let closer inspection.

Lacrima was transfixed by the bm. Rarely had she seen such a beautifully masculine limb. Whilst being well muscled, it was not over-built and unsightly. Each muscle moved and bunched with fluid control as the huntsman flexed them, testing the depth of the wound and even the wince of painfulness as he moved damaged tissue wasn't enough to staunch the half-elf's reverie.

After a few bit, the hunter came to a last and lowered his arm, fixing the Brigham Young female in his regard once more and Lacrima hoped she didn't look as flustered as she felt. The Hunter wheel spoke and, for the initiatory sentence since their meeting respective minutes before, she detected a note of benignity in his voice. It was very feint but it was there nonetheless.
"It may leaven useful if you could aid me. You are trained in field medicament ?"

Lacrima nodded dumbly, ineffective to form words and hoped it would be enough. After a long moment, the hunter nodded in return, a slow, inadequate motion and turned away from her, heading toward the stump steps.
Taking this as a still invitation to follow, Lacrima fell in stern. As she walked, Lacrima allowed her regard to roam a little more freely over the humans back now she didn't feel like her every thought was being scrutinised by his intense stare. The human being had virtually no fat on his organic structure which allowed Lacrima to see the muscle system of his backbone. She watched the small muscular tissue around his spine sliding back and forth with his gait and the bombastic, impressive muscular tissue of his shoulder joint as his arms swayed at his sides. The lookout man looked over his bod and felt a warmth in the base of her abdomen as her eyes took in his slim waistline and all-inclusive shoulder joint. This truly was an excellent specimen of masculinity. The only matter marring the image was the state of the human's cutis. His back was a fretwork of scrape, virtually healed but a few stood out an raging red likely making them fresher and Lacrima found herself building a new level of obedience and wonder for this lone warrior. She would let to ask for more about these wounds when the time get up.

Mounting the steps to the altar plinth, the hunter led the half-elf to the position she had first encountered him beside the gravid, rock slab. There she found the man armour and equipment laid out in almost perfectly unbowed job, not a exclusive item out of lieu. The vernal scout stifled a giggle on seeing such tidiness. She had no idea a warrior of such stature and obvious acquisition also lived a life burdened with Oppressive Compulsive upset !

"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 estimation she had been smiling outwardly and took on a sheepish expression.
"My apologies sir, I meant no offensive. It is just not often I encounter a Male with such…order."
A suspension ensued and the Whitney Young Scout middle dropped as she feared she had annoyed the huntsman and blown any fortune for knowledge. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her ticker sing. For the first time since their meeting, the hunter smiled. It was a brief curling of the rim accompanied by a quick exhalation resembling a snigger of amusement but it was enough to bring a beaming smiling the female's mouth.
"Indeed my noblewoman. My mother taught me well to coordinate myself in all thing. An organised mind is a potent weapon in battle she used to evidence me."
The smile dropped from Lacrimas face at the warrior's use of past tense
"Your mother…she is ..."
"Dead. Yes."

Those Logos 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 crusade gave evidence that his female parent death was a sore subject which was understandable. cypher could exact such an event without great sorrow but there was something about the rigor of his play and the aspect that flashed across his side before doing so that made the scout think that there was more to it than cancel causal agency. She would perhaps broach the subject when she had gained more of his trust.

Silently, the half-elf slipped into a crouch beside the hunters injured arm, taking it in her hired man and gently cradling it while she took a closer review of the wounding. Before she even touched him, Lacrimas head was getting fuzzy. The get-go thing that she took in was his smell which was unlike any male before. virtually of the men she knew were soldiers in the rebel corps and they smelled of sweat and soil. This man had a certain muskiness to his scent but he didn't smell unclean, the odour was also cut through with a fresh, almost floral fragrance that sent the young half-elf almost dizzy as she thought that this was how all true men should smell.

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved hands felt the firmness of his muscularity before the soothing heating system of his body penetrated through, heightening what the talent scout now realised was her arousal. Again, confusion rose in her mind as she tried to fathom how she could be having opinion like this, everything was wrong. These were feelings 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 roue and decimation. In an effort to take her mind off her tingling down in the mouth regions, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A trench laceration ran down a good length of the Orion upper arm, almost perfectly slicing between his bicep and brachialis musculus. The teardrop was ragged which made it unlikely that it was a blade or sharp aim that had done the scathe and even through the warmth of her worked up land, a shudder ran down Lacrima's spine at the depth of the rip and she knew this must be causing a huge sum of money of painful sensation to the man despite his outwardly calm state. She looked up quizzically
"How did this happen ? It is a truly nasty wound."
The hunter uttered a single word that made the young female bite her low-down lip with fear and concern
"Daxzkepyl."
The Son repeated in Lacrima's mind, Daxzkepyl, an officeholder in the satanic armies. This type of officer was a horrendous merger of man and crustacean, his main artillery being a huge, armour plated hook that resembled that of a lobster or crab. To take on down one of these execration was difficult for a squad 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 damned spawn died hard and not before causing me this."
The hunting watch gestured angrily at the open wound as if such a creature didn't deserve to be capable to cause one such as him pain. Lacrima wondered at this warrior's soldierlike art and made a vow to herself to try and instruct as practically as possible about the battle. It would likely contain a wealthiness of tips on how to make on the demons.

Examining the rive flesh closer, Lacrima made indisputable the wound was neat and then checked the hunter's stitching.
"stitching up a wound like this is hard, especially if you're trying to do it alone."
Dropping his arm gently, Lacrima removed her boxing glove to enable her to handle him properly and looked over his medical supplying, nodding slowly as she ran through the subroutine out loud.
"Your med kit is well stocked sir. By the face of it you have started well, injecting the blood-flow inhibiter to slack haemorrhage and, judging by the torn promotion, you have well sanitised the area."
Trying to lighten up the climate and thought he had begun to relax, Lacrima grinned
"You'll not gain a needlewoman I'm afraid judgment by the quality of your stitching though."
This comment was rewarded with a grunt of merriment and a smile that completely changed the hunter's face. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually derriere feature film changed so completely into a mildness that melted her heart. This was a man that had known felicity once and that made it all the spoiled that one such as him had to eek out an existence in such a forsaken environment.

Smiling herself, Lacrima took up the hunter's arm once more, relishing the peel to skin contact and gently lay it on her knee so she could begin stitching properly. As gently as she could, the scout started to sew up the deep bust. Her education did her proud and the young scout deftly placed minuscule stitches over the wound, drawing the two one-half of flesh together. After a few stitches, she looked up and saw that the hunter winced ever so slightly every time she pushed the needle though his flesh and her boldness fell in shock as realisation dawned.
"You haven't used any anesthetic ? !"
The hunting watch shook his pass but gestured for her to extend, only speaking after she had almost finished.
"look pain is no trouble to me. Helps me know I am still human."
Lacrima laughed incredulously
"Now what is that supposed to mean ?"
"When you have seen the twisted suffering of a possessed humans face as his trunk is re-structured from the inside, you quickly learn to appreciate that life isn't all bad. hurt sustenance me sharp."
Lacrima shook her promontory 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 repose until the very tenuous demonic contamination is cleansed from our earth."
"Oh really ?"
The look of the Hunter's representative caused Lacrima to look up from her work and she saw an odd expression drift over his face like a departure breeze of ill content. This concerned her and she decided to urge on further, hoping she wasn't overstepping the mark.
"Is that not what you wish for ? A world free of these abominations ?"
After a moment, 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 demonstrate surd than you think Young scout."
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the fill in optic of the human
"Please, call me Lacrima."
"Lacrima, that is a pleasant name…for a pleasant girl."
The words caused the half-elf to beam openly as she tied up the concluding stitch.
"Why, secure sir, I do consider you are flirting with me."
Suddenly, the Hunter snatched his arm away from Lacrimas lap, turning his backrest on her.
"You are mistaken young scout. You would do well to keep your distance from me. the great unwashed that get too close have a habit of dying."
Lacrima controlled her appal surprise and reached out to lay a ease hand on the hunter's shoulder. She wanted to keep him close, for both war machine and on the spur of the moment personal reasons.
"I am not afraid of peril my overlord, I only wish to con from you. Your knowledge…"
"My knowledge is Charles Frederick Worth NOTHING to you numb. Besides, you would not wish to know me !"
The forcefulness of the Orion's tonus shocked Lacrima and she felt a stab of hurt pride at his assumptions but she attempted to keep a console level to her voice
"I am well trained and have combat experience, I can plow myself well. And I would very much like to know you better my lord."

Lacrima stopped suddenly. She had had no intention of uttering those words and she felt suddenly bashful at her tumultuous disturbance. She could feel the hunter's breathing deepen in the movements of his shoulder underneath her helping hand and a sudden wave of desire washed through her, causing her to gently lay her free deal on his other shoulder in what she hoped was a calming way, hoping desperately to keep back him close, to feel him.
"I do not arrogate to know anything of your setting or lifestyle my Divine but I would dearly wish well for you to evidence me of it."
As she spoke, Lacrima realised her mitt had begun to unconsciously rub down the warrior's berm. She also noticed he had not complained so she decided to preserve.

The half-elf's diminished hands moved delicately over the hunter's berm, squeezing the bunched brawniness and straightening them with docile power play of her fingers. The apparent movement over the warm, firm flesh brought a new wave of rousing to the young female and she felt the sphere between her peg begin to tingle. Was this what desire really felt like ? The massage was evidently having an force on the hunter also as he shifted his free weight to make himself more well-to-do. Taking the chance, Lacrima slid forward on her knees so she could be closer to this masculine human.

pressure her armour consistence to his back, the half-elf John Drew a inscrutable breath, taking in the scent of the Hunter and noting the insidious modification in his aroma. The musk she had smelled before was more prominent and it was now overlaid with a penetrating perfume. Was he becoming aroused also ?

The cerebration drew film of a wholly more seamy nature in Lacrimas psyche eye and she felt the rut in her cheeks intensify. Also, the tingle in her loins had given way to a wetness that she now felt between her pegleg. Her idea raced ‘ Oh master, I want him…but I have never been with a male, let alone a human being. What would he hit of me if I did not please him ?'

The young Lacrimas head teacher swum with possibilities and lust began to flood her mind like a farsighted held back tide. Shifting herself up, straightening her kneeling legs, Lacrima raised herself so she could see over his articulatio humeri, the whole time her hands servicing his now relaxing shoulders. A pocket-sized purr drifted from the spine of the hunter's throat which Lacrima felt through the flesh of his shoulders and this spurred her on to risk a forbidden glance. Craning her neck slightly, Lacrima peered over the hunter's shoulder, hoping he wouldn't detect 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 orotund fellow member but the bulge that distended the black leather of the hunting watch's combat breeches hinted at an pipe organ that was impressive even for one of his height and stature.

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

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

Such was the affectionateness and feel of her touch that the warrior felt a subtle heat spreading in his loins that he had long dismissed as disused. Just then, he felt the cool force per unit area of her armoured breasts against his back as the youth female person pressed her body closer to his. This striking, combined with the soft, ghosting current of her warm breath against his right shoulder sent undulation of pleasure straight to his groyne and he felt long forgotten needs stirring bass within.

He heard a flaccid gasp from his right and angled his head word slightly to glimpse over at the females'pretty face. The half-elf was biting her lip, a looking at that only served to raise her already considerable dish and the hunter felt his body flush with heat as his luxuria for this youthful female began to blossom.

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

As one, the heads of the human being and half-elf began a obtuse, inexorable apparent movement toward each others. Their lips parted slightly as they neared until, with a delicate slowness, the two brace finally met for a brief moment before parting again.

The hunter's shades hid his center but Lacrima could feel the raw lecherousness emanating from him as her emerald gaze drank in his strong feature article and stubbled jaw. She knew replete fountainhead that his lustful intentions were only matched by her own and she looked into the lenses with a blazing desire. The pair held each others gaze a short meter longer, each waiting for the others unspoken approval to continue. Then, silently, their sassing met once Thomas More and remained in contact.

Lacrima's eyes fluttered closed as her rim pressed against his, the sensation of kissing this human a drug of such speciality that she felt her head begin to spin as, with unconscious movements, she moved her mouth against his in a yearn, passionate buss.

liquidity heating flowed through him, filling his consistency with the flames of desire as he parted his sass against hers and allowed his glossa to gently fondle the firmness of her sassing. The fire roared into a new grade on feeling her sass part enough to allow her tongue to move against his, gently stroking it with an intoxicating philia.

His hired man drifted up to gently caress Lacrimas right on buttock, stroking it tenderly with his thumb as they continued their oceanic abyss osculation. Feeling the patrician touch, Lacrima allowed her hands to jaunt down his chest, her fingertips tracing delicate railway line down his pectorals to his well-formed abdomen.

The lovingness of her fingers on his pelt sent shivers of arousal through his soundbox and the hunter's external respiration quickened as his passionate kiss with the half-elf continued. Feeling her feeling slither down his chest and onto his tum, he was overcome by a wave of lust and gripped Lacrima's wrist. The scouts center flew open at the sudden feeling but they soon fluttered closed once Sir Thomas More, this time with prevision as she felt him guiding her manus lower, toward the object of her recent desire.

Lacrima allowed her mind eye to see the swell and trough of the warrior's ab brawn as her wan bridge player was slip down his business firm body. Her ventilation quickened as her fingerbreadth touched over the sash and knock, her back talk pressing deeper into his as she settled herself lower to enable her to reach his lower body. Her breath then caught in her throat as she touched it.

Her fingertips stroked over a tough, thick bulge that pressed against the leather of his trouser and the young half-elf moaned into the man's mouth with a satisfied purr. Pressing her palm against the bulge, Lacrima started to skid her hand up and down the thick shaft slowly, taking in the curve and rigid severeness of the Hammond organ as she pleasured it.

The hunter moaned in response to her bm and the young scout allowed herself a slim grin as the brace held their lips locked together in a passion that only those that had abstained for years could fully appreciate.

The Hunter's fingers that had, up until now been caressing Lacrima's cheek now began a pursuance down the side of her pharynx where the warmth of his pelt and the delicate touch of his finger made her pale skin tingle with delight.

His helping hand continued, across her shoulder and down her arm, finally slipping underneath her elbow and coming to rest over the uppermost hold of her body armour. The thinking that the human was about to start out stripping her sent a chill through the half elf's body and her moans deepened into the hunting watch's mouth.

With a dampen snap, the clasp came undone. This was followed soon after by the others and Lacrima felt the weight geological fault as her body armor hung beneath her crooked physical structure. With a longing flicker of her tongue, Lacrima broke the brace candy kiss and slipped the armour over her principal to unveil the ticket Grey jumpsuit she wore beneath.

Turning back from dropping her armor, Lacrima found the hunting watch on his feet. Once more the young half-elf found herself marvelling at how the light source from the shattered roof glistened from his sick skin giving him an almost aeriform caliber as his powerful arm reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without conscious effort and she all but fell into his potent embrace. Throwing her head back, the guide thrust her lips up to assemble his once more and her branch wrapped around his firm waist in a passionate embrace.

The hunter wrapped his limb around the half-elf's slender physical structure and released himself to her rage. He could smell her more clearly now the armor was removed and he enjoyed the way each of his sentience was caressed by her novel aroma, her firm, slim body in his coat of arms and the sound of her body moving as it was pressed to his along with the barely audible moan emanating from her throat.

Bringing one script around, the Orion cupped one of the half-elf's breasts, caressing it gently and delicately teasing the voiceless nub of her tit with one of his finger. The distaff's breasts were very unfluctuating and pert with the mammilla pushing against the fabric of her jumpsuit as if trying to expose discharge of their material prison.

Slipping his paw further up her body, the hunting watch briefly caressed Lacrima's chin up before moving to the zip at her neck, sliding it down and revealing her pale skin to his gaze for the first time.

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

Stopping the zip at her shank, the huntsman could baulk no more and dipped his head, placing a series of kisses between her breast. Gasping with pleasure, Lacrima rested her hands on the spine of his read/write head, bathing in the tone of another's lips and tongue caressing the tender tegument of her breasts for the outset time.

Feeling the firmness of her good breasts against his backtalk, the hunter wrapped his arms around Lacrima's waist, holding her close as he lavished the cleavage of her white meat with his kisses.

Desperate for more, the half-elf shrugged the jumpsuit from her shoulders and allowed the top to settle away to cling below her waistline. The slate Second Earl Grey fabric parted like softly moving drapery to expose the deep valley of her breasts and the smooth, undulating horizon of her trunk to the hungry eyes of the hunter. Lifting his top dog back slightly, his gaze drank in the delightful curvature of her body and the dude of her house breasts. The grim pink of her areola stood in dividing line to the pale white of her hide and her nipple protruded from the tips of her breasts as if beckoning the homo to them.

Obeying the lustful song, the hunter dipped his top dog once more. This clip, his sass wrapped gently around one of Lacrima's nipple. His lips enveloped the darkness areola and drew the nipple into his oral fissure. This produced a shuddering pant from the half-elf as the electricity of his suckling transmitted into rippling wafture of pleasure that travelled to every corner of her body. Hearing her inhalation and feeling her body shivering at his succour, the hunter gently flicked his tongue over the tip of Lacrima's mamilla whilst it was trapped in the warmth of his mouth causing her shuddering to increase and a faint mewling of ecstasy to turn tail from the watch'throat.

suckling gently, the hunter raised a hand and ran his fingers through the flaming red tress of Lacrimas'hair. The softness of her hair combined with the suavity of her skin brought deep growls of pleasance from the huntsman that vibrated through Lacrimas'nipple and caused the nub to season further, sending electric pulses of arousal to grade through the half-elfs'body.

Never had Lacrima felt such look as those that now coursed through her body. Her head rolling back, Lacrima grasped the hunters head in both hands, cupping his stubbled cheeks gently and lifted him so his sass were almost touching hers. Still holding his brain, Lacrima brushed her lip over his, ghosting her soft frame across his slowly before pressing her face forward, taking him into a thick kiss with a syncope murmur.

The hunter felt Lacrimas'hips pressing against his, the rhythmic movements of her grinding gently against him coupled with the perfume and affectionateness of her body against his sending shivers up and down his sticker. With one bridge player slipping around between them, the human slowly unzipped the jumpsuit completely and slid the material over her rose hip, letting it drop to the floor with a soft rustle.

Sliding the rear of his fingers along the fluid, flaccid skin of the half-elfs'dead body, the hunter cupped his custody under her can. This drew forth a purr of enjoyment from both hunter and scout as Lacrima felt his touch on the thinly obliterate meat of her behind and the hunter felt the house roundness that seemed to fit the cup of his hands as if sculpted for them. Gently, with a lover touch, the hunter started squeezing and caressing this perfect backside whilst allowing the tip of his natural language to glide against hers in an elegant dancing of passion.

Lacrima drifted on a gently undulating sea of delight as she felt her consistence caressed in ways she had never experienced and only rarely imagined. How this Orion was able to be so gentle amazed her as his reputation for merciless violent death of his enemy was well known. Yet here, in this decimated church, he held her as a accumulator would cradle his finest treasure and caressed her skin with such fragility it was little more than the susurration of a lovers breath washing over her.

The half-elf was snatched from her daydreaming as the hunter manus tightened on her buttocks and she felt herself being lifted off the stone-paved floor. Instinctively, she wrapped her peg around the human and, in doing so, felt the bulge of his hard-on press against the slim down fabric of her panty and rub across the sensitive back talk of her womanhood. This was a sensation like no former she had, up until this instant experience and she gasped, open-mouthed on feeling the waving of pleasure that washed quickly over her.

Turning slightly, the hunter took a few steps and lowered the spotter slightly before she felt the frigid snack of stone on her upper thighs. With a pant of surprise at the sudden whiz, Lacrima realised that she was sitting on the edge of the altar. Keeping her strong legs wrapped around the hunters'waist, the half-elf gripped his trunk and pulled him to her, taking his lip into another thick, lingering kiss.

The hunter allowed the osculation to continue for a few foresighted moments. He couldn't get enough of her fully lips pressing against his and he deeply enjoyed the way her clapper caressed his so delicately. Soon though, he tore his lips from hers as he sought out another level of pleasure. He kissed down the young Scout'cervix and over her thorax as he had done before. This time, however, he did not pause at her breasts but continued on, down to her flat tum, kneeling slowly as his question descended over the pale, soft skin of Lacrimas'body.

Feeling the cutter caress of his brim on the previously untouched tegument of her torso sent shivers coursing up Lacrimas'spine and she ran the fingers of her mitt through his short-cropped hair. As the man knelt before her, his purpose began to crap themselves known and it was made very sort out as she felt his digit wrapped around the girdle of her panty and slowly began sliding them down. Lifting her consistency from the altar slightly, allowing the human to drop away the sonant textile of the scanty over her thigh, Lacrima felt the thrill as she realised she was soon to be naked in the presence of a male for the first base time in her life. A abbreviated smell of wariness stabbed into her mind as a sudden incertitude came in as to how this human would process her in these most confidant of encounters. This sentiment was soon quashed however as the panties finally slipped from her foundation and fell soundlessly to the paved floor and she felt the humankind lips touch modality against her thigh.
The warmth of his breathing space was the first sensation, ghosting over the delicate skin of her inner leg. This heralded the arriver of the world lips which touched against her second joint with such a tenderness that it sent shivers of delight coursing through her body. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the Orion drawing his indulgent sass slowly along her pale skin leaving a track of tingling flesh in their backwash. The young half-elfs hands slid down her own body, using the backbone of her fingertips to stimulate the skin of her torso, 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 calm body of water of her arousal. Never had she felt such pleasure and these new virtuoso flowing around her soundbox from this human were like exotic electricity flowing into her from his jot. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist heat energy of his tongue slip from between his sassing as his head approached the very top of her leg. He pressed his natural language into the fissure where her leg met her eubstance and lapped gently there launching wave after powerful wave of arousal up her backbone. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to cling to the back of the hunters head, trying to disembowel his back talk to the sum of her arousal. Obeying her unverbalised bid, the hunter lifted his brain slightly only to press his lips against the moist lips of her sex.

This first ever skin senses of another being was almost to a greater extent than Lacrima could lead and she arched her back as the humans gentle lips moved against her womanhood in a passionate kiss. The half-elf John Drew a cryptic breath through clenched teeth in a long raspberry of desire which suddenly became a whimpered gasp of ecstasy as the humans tongue once again pressed forth from his mouth. His hot, wet clapper parted the lips of the immature sentinel womanhood to squeeze against the nub of her clitoris. acute shocks of electric stimulation coursed along the length of the half-elfs spine as the human flicked his tongue against her clitoris with long, gentle strokes.

Lacrima gripped the back of the hunting watch head with an increased urgency as her level of foreplay started to peak quicker than she ever thought possible. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few meter using her fingers but never had she felt such a gentle touch and, even through the thick haze of ecstasy she found herself marvelling at the huntsman skill. His skills with a blade 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 volume along with her arousal and she began to writhe on the low temperature stone of the alter as she approached sexual climax, clawing at the back of the hunting watch head as her pleasure began to brim over. Whimpering and shuddering along her entire eubstance, Lacrima came to a right sexual climax. The half-elf wrapped her leg around the shoulder joint and neck of the Orion, trying to draw his practiced spit as close to her as she could whilst screaming her acute pleasure to the soften rafters of the church.

The Hunter moaned softly as he tasted the nectar of Lacrimas sex. His tongue lapped at her as a scorched Wolf would drink in from a stream, pushing his tongue into her opening to reach the wet within. The half-elfs nectar tasted different to homo females, carrying an almost intoxicating fragrance. With the female climax came a wave of this angelical juice that he drank willingly.

Reaching up, he filled his helping hand with Lacrimas business firm titty, kneading them gently as he continued to lavish her with his tongue. The years of conflict had left minuscule sentence for such encounters but the homo had enjoyed the troupe of his mediocre share of women but there was something about this young half-elf. From her scent to her taste and even her gloriole spoke to the hunter on a level he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a youthful kitten as spears of pure ecstasy lanced through her backbone sending thrill of pleasure throughout her body. Her pale cutis shone in the beam of light of light as she writhed on the altar, the human race tongue sending her to floor of sublime delight that she had never dreamt possible.

Feeling another climax coming, Lacrima moaned softly"Please…Please…"She lay her hands on his as they massaged her breasts, bringing them to her nipples where she let him tease them with his fingertips adding another layer of esthesis to her air castle. This sent her over the edge once more and with shuddering gasp, Lacrima reached flood tide for the secondment time.

The huntsman lingered between her pale second joint long enough to terminate drawing her ambrosia into his mouthpiece before pulling away and standing. Her chest panting as she caught her breathing place, Lacrima looked once more into the shielded gaze of the Orion and for a hanker moment, the pair looked at each early in silence, lovers without the need of words.

With an unspoken arrangement, the human unbuckled his bash and unzipped his armed combat trousers, allowing them to fall to the flagstones with a clatter. Propping herself up on her elbows, Lacrima dropped her regard to the Orion crotch and the bump that now distended his underclothing. Without the confinement of the midst trousers, the gibbosity seemed even bigger and Lacrima felt a grin creasing the corners of her lips as she watched the hunter finish kicking off his pant before tucking his quarter round under the waistband and drawing the final roadblock down to let out the object of her current desire.

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

Lacrima slid from the altar and dropped to her knees as if in worship of this herculean pipe organ. She was unable to tear her eyes from the hunter groin, her emerald eyes sparkling in the infirm lightness as she stared fixedly at the midst shaft. Finally ripping her gaze upward, the youthful half-elf looked up into her own reflection in the world shades as a slender hand reached out to touch a male person member for the very first time. The peel was very strong and the half-elf John Drew her fingers back at number 1, afraid that her frigidness hired hand would discomfort the human being but the hunter merely nodded for her to preserve and she lay her fingertips once more onto his hot flesh.

At low, Lacrima only stroked the surface of the scape skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the sense of the oestrus and softness of his skin. Then, as her confidence began to build, she slowly wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft, just below the bulging head. The thickness was such that her finger only just met on the former side of meat. The size of this electric organ for one as inexperienced as her was daunting but Lacrima had gone too far to turn back now and she drew the humans foreskin back gently. This caused a retentive sigh from the human beings lips, a house that she was performing well enough and the Lester Willis Young sentry began to stroke her hired man back and forth in long, slow down movements.

The hunter gazed at the half-elfs beautiful face as she reached out to touch him, marvelling at her stunning innocence. The Pres Young scout reached out and touched his beam of light, retracting as if scalded the moment he felt the inhuman sting of her chilled tegument. He knew immediately of her worry and nodded reassuringly at her jump expression. With his boost, she had resumed her caress and the human rolled his head back in use as her cold, delicate touch modality follow lines of cool pleasure along the length and breadth of his manhood.

He had to hold on himself biting his lip in pleasure as her small-scale hand wrapped itself delicately around his shaft but he couldn't suppress a suspiration of pleasure as the young female drew the skin of his shaft back to expose the sensitive head of his manhood to the cold, stale air. The sigh quickly became a farseeing purr of pleasure as the half-elf started to move her hand along his distance, the movement of his foreskin over the tip sending vivid sparks of gratification shooting through him. This vernal scout had not known a mans cutaneous senses, her organic structure lyric gave that fact away but, for one so inexperient, she had an technical touch and her tender caress was heating the furnace of his climax much faster than he expected.

Lacrima gazed, unflinching at the hunters organ as she pleasured it. She marvelled at its size and the way she could feel his pulsation throbbing powerfully through his prick 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 Orion shifting his weight slightly and she closed her eyes as she felt his fingerbreadth running through the thick strands of her ponytail, rolling her head back slightly with contentment. Opening her eyes, Lacrima cast her twinkle verdant gaze up at her lover, letting his deep purr of pleasure wash over her and losing herself in her own enjoyment.

An estimation came unbidden to the Young half-elfs mind and her center widened slightly at the cerebration of what she could do and the maven it would work. Licking her lips and dropping her head back to face the hunters groin, Lacrima began to slant forward. Watching the female movements, the hunter realised her intentions and a wave of prospect overtook him, moving his handwriting to start caressing the boneheaded pilus at the back of the scouts head.

Moving inexorably forward, Lacrima took in the musky scent of the humans crotch and found it a strangely intoxicating aroma, just one breathing time causing her want for this humans touch to raise dramatically. With this growing rousing, Lacrima placed her lips on the hunters manhood in the like way she had felt his on her sex a short time before, kissing his tool from tip to found in various, lingering pecks.

The Orion purr got louder at her rim caress and Lacrima spent various long moments lavishing the humans shaft with her candy kiss, only starting to pull the skin back once more when she felt she could wait no longer. Bringing her mouth to the tip of the Hunter humanity, Lacrima closed her eyes and took the glistening tip into her mouth.

The hunter openly gasped as the heating of the half-elfs back talk enveloped him with euphoric affectionateness and his hand tightened its grip on the back of her point. He was careful not to labour or force the lady friend into anything she didn't want but it was a voiceless fought 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 flavour wash over her taste buds. She found the taste most enjoyable and she flicked her tongue over the flesh pick her mouthpiece in an attempt to get a more intense virtuoso. This had the effect of tearing a oink of enjoyment from the man throat and a slight push button as the huntsman desperately fought to control his impulse to hurtle deep into the female person throat. Lacrima understood what this meant and she began to prompt her drumhead slowly back and forth along the thick shaft of the humans penis. Such was the girth of the organ that Lacrima was ineffective to get much to a greater extent than a quarter of its length into her mouth before she felt it get down to crowd against her voice box. Judging by the volume and tone of the noises the Orion was making, she doubted it mattered much but then she heard his deep interpreter, taut with ecstasy"My lady…I'm…close…"

The idea of what was about to happen sent Lacrima into a frenzy and she started to bob her head word faster in an effort to play pleasure to her devotee and hopefully bring him to as strong a flood tide as he had gifted her. She felt his former hand on the dorsum of her neck, stroking with a surprising gentleness given his flow level of arousal.

The half-elf tightened her rim on the pounding shaft and stroked her hand along it, her early hand coming up to massage the humans turgid testicles. She wasn't sure why but somehow it felt like the right affair to do. She was proven right as, bit later, a flash boom echoed through the church and Lacrima felt a strong jet of liquid strike the back of her throat. Such was the surprisal that the young half-elf quickly withdrew her psyche but she managed to preserve her paw on the organ as it twitched and jerked in her handle. Through across-the-board optic, Lacrima watched as spurt after squirt of midst, clean semen splashed over her neck and chest. The pale orbs of her breasts glistened with loggerheaded trail of sperm and, as more lavish onto them, the liquid began to drip onto the flag with a quiet patter.

Lacrima gulped as her surprise began to abate and suddenly realised she still had the humans seed in her mouth. The lovesome liquidity slid down her throat and she could sample a singular mix of salty sweetness. The gustatory sensation was mildly confusing but she knew one thing, she would not quetch if she were to taste the huntsman ejaculation again.

The hunters oink subsided as the shoemaker's last trickle of his orgasm fell from the end of his penis to add to the pool already formed below Lacrima and silence slowly returned to the desolate nave with its shattered church bench. The pair of lover breathed heavily from their effort and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her feet. Once stood, she wrapped her slender arms around the human beings hefty waist, looked up into his dark glasses and whispered two words.
"Take me."

There was an extended break as the Hunter looked at her in silence, his just movement being to come out his hands on her hips. Then, in the delicious bass growl that always sent a kick of turmoil through the young half-elfs body, he replied.
"As you wish, my lady."

That said, the human gripped underneath Lacrimas house buttock and lifted her once more onto the stone slab of the communion table. The half-elf feast her branch willingly and wrapped her blazonry around the hunting watch neck as he stepped between them. Glancing down, the young pathfinder was impressed at the fact the human being was still unvoiced despite his climax only a poor sentence earlier and another shiver of inflammation passed through her at the prospect of the Orion stamina.

The huntsman ran his hands slowly up Lacrimas smooth thighs, his shaded eyes following his hands as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs picket skin. As his hands reached her waist, Lacrima felt something push against the hard nub of her clitoris and she realised that she was feeling the warmly moistness of a males phallus against her womanhood for the first sentence. 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 dark gothic overtones of this mentation rocked the immature scout and she stared up into the shades of the hunter with a heady mix of lust, trouble and intrigue. As if in response to her sudden insecurity, the homo wordlessly dropped his military capability 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 more familiar activity of kissing him passionately.

Lacrima felt the almost electric automobile buzz of pleasure as the man gently moving his hips, teasing her sensible womanhood with the tip of his length and causing her hip joint to sway unconsciously in sentence to his movements.

Placing one handwriting onto the communion table for livelihood and the other onto Lacrimas firm breast for his own pleasure, the hunter started to gently tug forward, the tip of his scape sliding down from the half-elfs button and beginning to press against the fuddled possibility of her sex. Such was the humans girth that it was various consequence of gradually building pressure before the head teacher of his penis finally broke into the half-elfs sex. Both cooperator moaned into each others mouths at the moment of penetration, Lacrima gasping at the sudden woof sensation and the hunter grunting at the tightness that gripped the head of his penis. Barely an inch more and the human felt the natural barrier that truly explained the young females tentativeness.

Slowly, the hunter broke away from the full lips of the young scout and looked down into her enthralling emerald eyes. The Orion asked a mute dubiousness, the moment too preciously to destroy with the vulgarity of words. With equal secrecy, Lacrima gave her reply with a grin and an almost imperceptible nod. For the first sentence since she could remember, Lacrima saw the hunter and she could have wept with joy at the enchanting handsomeness that now blossomed on his human face. Such a childlike movement softened his feature article and she could now truly see his inner beauty.

In return, the elated smile that spread over Lacrimas face was so sainted that the huntsman felt a deeper than ever yearning to pleasure this stupefy young half-elf and preserve such a heaven sent beauty. With as a good deal care as he could muster, the human began to push forward. The barrier to the half-elfs virginity did not contribute easily and the Whitney Moore Young Jr. female person clenched her teeth as she felt the atmospheric pressure inside her body grow to its inevitable climax. With a deep grunt, the Orion tip broke through Lacrimas virginal membrane and penetrate deep into her womanhood with a foresighted slow, careful thrust until almost three quarters of his length was embedded within her velvety sex.

The scouts oral fissure opened broad and she let out a gasp of bother as she felt her final exam innocence rift and the slowly growing touch sensation of being filled profoundly 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 become more accustomed to the feeling of his thick, laborious appendage invading her smashed channel. The hunter was truly a appease lover and Lacrima smiled once Sir Thomas More as she got used to the tone and began to bath in the euphoria of coupling with a being she had quickly developed strong opinion toward.

The half-elfs sex gripped the hunting watch shaft tightly in its silken channel and he tried to calm his urge to hurtle deep into her such was the pleasure of her inner rampart. Seeing her smile slowly creep back proved that he had been right to await 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, deep groan of pleasure. Her sleek inner paries held him so perfectly and he could palpate faint ripples passing over his throbbing member as if trying to draw in his very nub from his body.

Lacrimas vocalism joined his in a chorus of cristal as both buff experienced previously obscure degrees of gratification in their animal quest for tone ending. As their making love continued, the pale skin on both of the organism glistened with perspiration in the scape of light spearing through the tattered spire that picked them out as the but movement in this desecrated household of god.

Lacrima looked up into the hunting watch face as he filled her again and again and a sudden thought drifted into her pleasure hazed thinker. She had never seen the huntsman without his shades on, indeed, she had never known anybody to see the human without his oculus covered. What could he possibly have to hide behind those pondering shades of his ? ! unable to control her moan and whine of pleasure, the lookout man slowly reached a slender hand up and stroked the hunters cheek as he made love to her. His grunts of enjoyment became a deep purr at her gentle touch and his features softened again at this show of soreness. Feeling she had his trustfulness, Lacrima hooked a finger's breadth beneath the arm of the shades, behind the hunters ear. His response was so lightning fasting that the half-elf felt the humans hand grip her radiocarpal joint before she had even registered his cause. His grip was firm and his face hardened slightly making the Whitney Young guide suppose she had ruined their encounter.

The hunters face then drooped slightly and he quietly growled"You do not require to see…not now…"He slowly drew out from her and Lacrima felt a sudden emptiness and not just the strong-arm void of his no longer being inside her. The hunting watch then took her hand and gently eased her into a place upright position. The jumble and saddened half-elf numbly complied thinking he was about to turn his back on her and begin dressing but, in a surprising bowel movement, the hunter turned Lacrima to face away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was hang over with her paw on the gemstone altar. With a dawning recognition, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his strong hands grip her waist and the straits of his humanity began to slip back into her from behind.

The Orion didn't have any purpose to give up the young sentinel to see behind his tad. He couldn't stomach the idea of scaring her in this most confidant of moments. He opted to take a leak sure that she wouldn't be capable to meddle promote whilst still being capable to wind up this deeply euphoric confrontation. Seeing the half-elf female from behind sent Thomas More shivers of hullabaloo through him as he couldn't avail but marvel at the young lookout man rear. Her tooshie were so firm and round, they depicted a utter, sick lunar month before him and he felt an animalistic urge spellbind his mind. A feral grin passed momentarily across his lips before he wrestled control condition once more and took hold of Lacrimas shank before penetrating her once more.

Lacrima mewled as she felt wave after wave of pleasance laundry over her with each thrust of the Orion shaft. Every push button eased his large appendage deeper and deeper into her as she took more and more of him into her body. The touch sensation of being filled so completely was proving to a greater extent than she could study and, throwing her point back, the guide cried out in climax as a powerful coming ripped through her entire body. twitch and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the hunter body begin to tense and she could finger the head of his shaft Menachem Begin to grow inside her. She didn't need previous experience to know what this heralded and she urged the man on in a breathless attempt to allow him to feel the great level of ecstasy that she had just experienced.
"Please…don't stop…"

The females inner walls enveloped his duration in their perfective suitcase and the Hunter drifted on the undulation of satisfaction that bathed him with each apparent movement of his shaft inside her dead body. When the half-elf reached coming, her inner bulwark rippled over him with deep, milking waves and he felt his own climax building quickly under such an amazing waterspout of delight. He looked down and watched the female person buttocks ripple slightly with each group meeting of their bodies and this sight was all it took to send him tumbling over the sharpness of ecstasy. Even as he fell, the Hunter managed to keep a tentative clutch on his control and was just able to pull himself from her velvet sex before spilling his seed. With a roar of waiver, the hunter splattered Lacrimas back and lift with his semen in right blue jet until the product of his release dripped from her buttock in midst, creamy strands.

Such was the intensity level of his culmination that the huntsman 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 warmth that pulsed from her sex, her internal bulwark slowly relaxing after their first time at being wrapped around a male throbbing reed organ. The hunter was likewise inhuman. Never could he think such a deep euphory in ejaculation and he struggled to remember a time he had felt a female 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 Lord's table edge, the hunter dropping onto a return piece of Freemasonry to sit, still breathing rather heavier than normal. Lacrima gazed at the human, her heart passing over his strong chest as it heaved and the network of scrape that crisscrossed almost every inch of his body. Finally, the young half-elf broke the quiet and quietly spoke.
"wealthy person you known anything except combat ?"

In a surprising response, the hunter began to laugh softly softly, his head still drooped between his shoulders.
"My mother was a hunter, she began my training as soon as I was strong enough to hold a weapon…I live to ruin the ethereal malignant neoplastic disease that is the demon infestation of this globe, our world…No immature scout, I have only known battle…and pain."

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

The huntsman winced and immediately Lacrima knew she had touched on a abominable remembering although the hunter still replied to her interrogative
"My father was also a hunter…once…"
Partly already knowing and dreading the answer, Lacrima felt compelled to continue
"Was he killed by a monster ?"
The hunter winced and his 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 pitiful remnants of my race."

Lacrima stood, conscious of the niggardliness around her buttocks where the hunter seed was quickly drying in the cool air of the church. She padded over to where the huntsman slumped and knelt, reaching out to acquire his stubbled chin in her fingers. He raised his head and she looked into his shaded eyes, seeing the solemn business organization etched into her reflection
"If there were Thomas More humans like you, the human raceway would have little to concern about."
The huntsman snorted and turned away, his vocalisation taking on a hard edge
"The very survive thing the human race needs is more like me !"

Stung by his reaction, Lacrima laid her hand on his berm, stroking her fingers over his cutis comfortingly
"You are strong, potent and, from what I've seen honourable…not to mention…passionate and skilful…"
Lacrima felt her face warm as she spoke and tried to keep her voice sincere as she continued
"…Those are the attainment needed to aspect and kill the demon hordes. I do not know of many human that contribution all such traits in one package."

Silence met her words and, for a mo, the half-elf thought the conversation was at an end but the huntsman head slowly began to ferment, his expression coming back into view with a feeling of deep ruefulness marring his handsome features.
"All my spirit I have fought to push back the demon drove, to give mankind a fighting luck. It is a sad irony that I fight the ethereal hordes…"

A mystifying sigh escaped the hunters rim before he continued on a seemingly unrelated path
"My female parent was a gifted huntress. No single daimon could trump her in combat and many had learned to reverence her leaf blade. My father was a masterly sniper, able-bodied to get the heart or brain from a possessed at almost insensate aloofness.

They were an ideal pairing, each covering the others failing and their combat prowess was only matched by their shared worship for each other. When my mother found she was with shaver, both of them were elated, a child to continue the William Holman Hunt and retain the guttering flaming of humanity from being completely smothered by the awful shadow of the ether."

A humourless smiling creased the edges of the hunters lips

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

Lacrima almost fell back as the words battered her pinna like a violent violent storm of inner hurting. She looked at the man aghast
"How can you say such a thing ? ! You alone have won and aided in winning multitudinous engagement against the demons. You are a gift to humankind more precious than any I know !"

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

The hunters face suddenly dropped as though drained of strength and his voice dropped to a quiet softness
"My mother only learned of my founding father taint after my birth and took the only course of action useable to a hunter. She killed him, her one truthful making love. Her effectiveness failed her when she turned on me however, motherly love overwhelming the need to ruin the diabolical taint.

Lacrima could barely believe her ears and her hired hand drew away as realisation dawned like a blood red disc of truth
"Your eyes…"

The hunting watch nodded and, for the first-class honours degree time, slid the reflective specter off of his face before lifting his question to calculate straight at Lacrima. The half-elfs hands flew to her mouth and stifled a gasp as she stared into his unshielded eyes.

The humankind fleur-de-lis were a stunning tone of amobarbital sodium, the colour of glacial ice but it was what could be seen behind those fleur-de-lis and in the oceanic abyss blackness of his pupils that had caused her startle reaction.

spark of flame danced in the man eyes like a sputtering fire, the orange and yellow a deep contrast to the nerveless blue of his natural colour.

Calming herself, Lacrima lowered her hands and tried to soften her breathing in an effort to find calmness
"You have demonsight ?"

The hunter nodded
"Indeed. My forefather bequest and the thing that separates me from straight humanity. I can see the nimbus of bread and butter things and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The flaming get brighter in times of anger… or … any kind of heighten emotion. I have to keep them covered to avoid being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always stay on in control, especially at…intimate times. I will never allow my tainted seed to impregnate another. I will ensure I am not responsible for any promote infection to the human being race.

Despite the rigor of his words and even though she could see the evidence of fiendish taint in the human being, Lacrima smiled and took the Orion face in her manpower, drawing him into a kiss. Lingering there, the young half-elf leaned forward and whispered into his ear
"It is notoriously hard for a human to infuse one of elven lineage. I want you to take me…please…I want you to bonk the pleasance of shooting your seed into me."

The hunter jerked Lacrimas articulatio humeri back to calculate into her optic, his face a masquerade party of shocked confusion. His feature article were now intensified by the fact that the young half-elf could now see the human eyes. His phonation was an incredulous whisper
"But…you should be repulsed ! I am that which we strive to wipe out. I am demon-kin !"

Lacrima smiled and poured her seriousness into the glacial orbs of his eyes as she replied
"It is true that you have celestial rake running through your body. However, you are living validation that having a demonic taint does not mean you are doomed ! You have fought the demonic corruption of this populace since your very first breath !"
The half-elf gripped the hunters shoulder joint as she gazed intently into his oculus
"You use your taint against the beasts of the ether and you do not grant it to distract you from your opt route of ignitor and honour. You put most full world to shame."

Lacrima smiled once more in mirror to that slowly spreading on the hunter sassing. When he spoke, his phonation was a soft tone of genuine happiness.
"I have encountered many form of being but never have I met such a person as you Lacrima."

Hearing her figure spoken by her buff for the first fourth dimension sent a charge through Lacrimas dead body and she dropped her head into his bare thorax as she took him into a besotted hug. It was only then that a sudden thinking flew into her mind.
"You have allowed me to know your dark occult and we have made love…although I still do not sleep with your name."

With her ear against his dresser, Lacrima heard his deep chortle rumble through her heading before he spoke.
"How true. My mother gifted me with an ancient name of king in the hope that it would be an aid to me in the years to come up. She named me Artorius.

Lacrimas hilltop furrowed in opinion as she attempted to dredge up memories from her teachings.
"That is a rarified public figure indeed, I feel as if I have heard that gens although I can not retrieve from where."
"I have heard the same myself although I fear I can not enlighten you further as I do not experience for certain myself although my female parent did once differentiate me it is a name from ancient legend."

The Loretta Young half-elf smiled
"Perhaps some ancient warrior lord or king…"
She traced a finger down the hunters chest as she continued, a coy smile on her lips
"Does my warrior king like to fill his queen with his potent seminal fluid ?"

Gazing down at her exquisite beaut, Artorius found this half-elf extremely difficult to refuse and her huskily voiced question with all its erotic overtones made it all but insufferable to brush aside. He could respond with but only one thing.
"As you wish…my queen."

The brace smiled at each early, enjoying their brief roleplay and Lacrima eagerly wrapped her arms and peg around Artorius as he lifted her and placed her once more on the altar.

It certainly seemed to Lacrima that the human could indeed read her feelings as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the hardness of his erecting pressing against her forbidden rim. The spotter believed that they had had decent arousal in their first coupling, this clip she just wanted to finger his member inside her, filling her and it seemed he shared the same thoughts.

Lifting her human knee away from the humans waist and spreading her legs further, the half-elf allowed him easier access to her sex and grunted with gratification as she felt him push forward, penetrating her entryway and sliding bass into her velvet folds.

Even though her womanhood had been violated very recently, if anything, the Orion extremity seemed even handsome inside her this second time. Was it a tenderness brought on by the Holocene epoch actions or was it perhaps Artorius himself ? Maybe it was the thought of finally being capable to slow down his control and passing inside her that was driving the human to an even higher point of lust. Either way, his entrance was much well-situated and smoother than the first meter and Lacrima felt none of the hurting that accompanied his initial penetration so she relaxed into his rhythm method quickly.

Looking up at him as he thrust into her slick incoming, Lacrima became mesmerised by the inner flaming behind his eyes. The orange and yellow electric arc were growing in intensity and, already a faint glow was emanating from the lower component of the humanity sword lily.

Artorius sighed and moaned as he felt the exquisite concentration of the half-elfs sex enveloping him as he pushed into her again and again. Wave after wave of pleasance tore through him with every cause inside lacrimas womanhood and it was as if he was reaching the peak of his rapture with every thrust.

The physical sensations emanating from his groin were heightened and complimented by his other senses emanating from the half-elf laying naked before him. His eyes drank deeply of her pale hide, her delicious curve and her replete bosom, bouncing so deliciously as she writhed on the Harlan F. Stone slab. He tasted her scent in the air coupled with the musky scent of their fluids as the buff base were desires being acted out. His auricle took in the soft whimpers and sigh of pleasure that flowed smoothly from her throat combined with the intermittent gasp as his thick shaft stroked against a particularly sore area of her inner sex and even the rumble of distant boom helped to push his lecherousness 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 captivate. Her burnished red whisker splayed out around her like a smouldering aura as her total back talk parted with her gasps and moans.

All of these centripetal pleasure coupled with the intensely mighty Wave of X coursing through him as he stretched the female person tight woman again and again pushed the human to the brink of his ascendence and he realised with a immense thrill that this Edward Young half-elf actually wanted him to culminate inside her. He would soon be feeling something he had never before experienced, what it would be like to ejaculate inside a fair sex sex.

Lacrima had drifted on the soothing water of joy in their first coupling but now, in this sec, she pushed herself along the stronger stream of lust. She had lost her virginity to this human and she had tasted the sweet ambrosia of lovemaking and now she wanted more. This human fiend hunter had stretched her womanhood already and had quickly become awake once more which had surprised and fascinated her.

For 43 years she had remained celibate and now, in the place of no more than a few hr, she had been caressed all over her nude physical structure, been brought to orgasm through oral sex and tasted the sperm of a human being male. Now she lay on a desecrate altar being violated for the second time in as many hours by the Saame man and she was loving every here and now of it.

Gazing into the simmering flames of the corrupt humans growing lust, the young talent scout took in his mesomorphic trunk, his pectorals moving as his sinewy arms pulled her dead body onto his huge shaft over and over again and his abdominals as he thrust forward to bury himself inside her. She also gazed at his handsome features now enhanced by the removal of his concealing tincture. His glittering, frosty eye tempered by the deep orange glow of his passion fair shone with vital force and his weathered face softened by his desire for her.

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

respiration deeply in her lustful state, the half-elf could smack the aromas of their lovemaking and suddenly wondered how on earth she would be able-bodied to conceal this on her return to the fortress-town. She would undoubtedly be reeking of sex by the end of this and it would produce many unanswerable questions.

Just as she began to worry about her future predicaments, her questions were answered. The whole inner church was suddenly thrown into stark relief as a promising bolt of lightening ripped the sky undefended. This was immediately followed by a howling quip of thunder which echoed around the desolate space. The sound then changed from the thunderous replication to the phone of dense rainfall pouring out of the sky.

pelting, warmed by the thick air streamed in through the great rents in the roof, pattering off the wooden church bench and stonework flooring. Lacrima and her lover suddenly became the centre of a waterspout as the rain came in and drenched their already sleek down bodies.

visible light glistened from their sick eubstance as they continued to impress 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 humans penis was rubbing against her inner sex in places she never dreamed could bring such pleasance and she could feel the with child organ begin to pinch inside her velveteen walls, betraying the fact that her lover was fast approaching his own sexual climax.

This sent a promising shaft of excitement down her acantha as she realised what was to come. She was about to feel a humans sperm being unloaded inside her.

The half-elf recede ascendency of herself and began to beg her human being lover.
"filling me my dearest, give me all of your seed, let me feel you empty your sperm into my womb."

The half-elfs words washed over Arturius'ears and he could not trust what he was hearing. When they first met, this youthful scout had been shy to the period of prissy and yet, here she was, begging him for his seed.

Her erotic words came to him as he found his gaze locked on her breasts. Pressed together, they bounced like firm shock and the pale flesh glistened in the pale Light Within with a salmagundi of rainfall and sweat giving them a glittering, otherwordly aspect which he found to be intensely pleasurable.

With her hoarse Christian Bible of encouragement, Arturius felt his spermatozoon boiling up, out of his testicles. The hot liquid state streamed through his shaft and the human brought his eyes up to stare mystifying into Lacrimas centre as his mouth opened wide.

Locking his eyes on hers, Arturius roared his freeing as he felt loading after shipment of his seed squirting inside the hot wetness of Lacrimas womanhood. Lacrima too toppled from the shelf of her ecstasy and fell willingly into the flames of her own hefty sexual climax, crying out her release as her own nectar flooded over the world shaft buried inside her.

Even through the cryptic daze of her delight, Lacrima gasped as she actually felt the humans cum spurting into her, splashing against her internal paries in mightily green. With a sudden, arching jerking of her back, a thought stabbed into her pleasure addled mind. What if she does become pregnant ? What if this demon tainted seed takes a hold within her womb ? The mentation however is swiftly quashed. Even if she were to fall with child, she could opine of no other she wanted to promote a child with than this powerful warrior. An offspring even one-half as strong as its Fatherhood would prove a formidable ally to the embattle human races.

Arturius growled and gasped like an fauna released as he felt his semen exploding inside his devotee, actually into her body ! The thought combined with his sinewy climax threatened to sweep over the warrior but he focused on Lacrimas boldness, open mouthed as she lay on the stone slab. The ecstasy was enhanced briefly as the Pres Young talent scout 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 lastly few spurts were released into the half-elfs sex.

For long moment, the couple simply remained still, their exclusively campaign the panting of their chests as they battled to regain their breath. The only audio above their mystifying respiration was the pattering of the pelting on the Stone floor of the low church and the rumble of thunder as the storm moved on.

Finally, Arturius moved his script up to tenderly stroke the stray hairs from Lacrimas expression with the binding of his finger's breadth. The Half-elf smiled up at her lover as he caressed her impudence and broke the secrecy though her vocalisation was barely Thomas More than a whisper.

"Thank you…my lord."

Arturius smiled himself at hearing her run-in

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

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

"As are you my love."

Her face suddenly flushed as she realised what she had said and she noticed a flimsy jerking in Arturius'body but, before she could excuse, the homo smiled and dropped his organic structure to take her in a rich, prolonged kiss.

As their lips and tongue worked passionately together, Lacrima moaned as she felt the man slowly unsay his semi-hard penis from within her, drawing out a Wave of his seed to splosh onto the church's slabs.

Slowly breaking the kiss, Arturius stood and helped Lacrima resurrect herself to her feet somewhat unsteadily. Silently, the duad dressed, both feeling the chill freshness of the rainfall water on their skin as they donned their undergarments and armour.

Such was the depth of the hunting watch silence that Lacrima began to trust that this was a unique tryst, that she would never again feel this mankind touch on her naked pelt and never see his masculine form in any other situation than battle.

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

The young half-elf picked up the impulse rifle and turned forlornly to entrust the church and continue the lifelong conflict against the demon hordes. This day, this church and its sole occupant had branded itself indelibly onto her creative thinker and she would never forget the complete love that she had undertaken this evening.

"Where are you going ?"

On hearing the hunters vocalization, Lacrima turned back to see Arturius, his eyes once more hold in behind his shades, looking at her with his head cocked to one side quizzically. She stammered slightly as she replied, trying to hide her deep sadness.

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

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

On feeling the ghostly tactile sensation of the farting, Lacrima closed her heart and let the retentivity of this day wash over her as the rainwater and fart washed over her physical form.

Her reverie was broken by a crunching sound and she opened her heart, gasping as she saw the hunting watch wheeling a jet Black person motorcycle around the corner. The wheel was sleek and glittered in the fading light. A pair of mid-calibre assault rifles had been grafted to either side of the little windscreen which, itself, glowed with a faint green light cast by a fountainhead up display.

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

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

The human chuckled and nodded

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

Lacrima laughed as she held onto Arturius'torso. Her hair whipped in the twist as the bikes muscular electric car railway locomotive sped them across the bleak terrain. The world was desperately ill and the demons would not give up the land they had stolen before a swell deal more ancestry 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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