HUNTER & PREY

Lacrima picked her way through the junk and debris of the bump town. Barely a few month before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a last outpost of the dwindling human race. Now it lay decimated, afford to the barren skies like an eviscerated corpse.
The half-elf scouted the surface area alone, checking for polarity of life or, more importantly, signboard of demonic plague. Her knifelike middle scanned the ruins of each edifice intently, the inscrutable green of her iris diaphragm glittering in the fade luminosity like emeralds on an ornate sword hilt.

She wore the criterion number slate grey jump suit and fateful body armour that designated her as a soldier in the Terran rebellion corporation. Being a sentry, Lacrima carried a more bundle version pulse rifle and the jump suit was a tighter fit to allow almost silent movement. The dense grey cloth clung to her slim, lithe soundbox, rippling as her powerful leg muscle propelled her through the terrain like a prowling feline on the hunt for prey.

Lacrima moved stealthily, her farseeing class of training and combat experience making her campaign fluid, almost felid. Her slender shape stalked the shadows, a wraith in hunting of prey on a desolate landscape. A light zephyr ghosted through the vacuous streets like the last, racking intimation of a dying man and it stirred the oceanic abyss auburn tomentum that hung in free curls down Lacrimas back in a foresightful ponytail that reached midway down her shoulders.

Her patrol took her toward the meat of what remained of the Ithiel Town and the church at its heart. The ancient structure that once cut an imposing silhouette now lay broken. The spire that had once stick out proud in its benevolence and halo to the promised land had been destroyed completely. All that remained were snapped balk jutting toward the heavens like the dried, broken costa of the Ithiel Town's chest.

Lacrima approached the once great master entrance to the church, gaping wide heart-to-heart like a deeply lesion. Its door had been ripped from their hinges and used as Ellen Price Wood to burn up the few that had survived the demon attack in a funeral pyre to their fell lord. Lacrimas nose wrinkled as an dysphemistic smell reached her nostril and she was certain she could still smell the burning form 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 piazza and began her search of the desolate DoI outer space when she froze suddenly. Her sharp eyes had spotted apparent motion and she knelt silently behind the splinter remains of a pew to observe the scene before her with a sense of wonderment.

The one known as the hunting watch was knelt beside the church service Lord's table. He was knelt in a pool of light that was cast through the shatter corpse of a vauntingly stained glass window. The human being had stripped his signature leather greatcoat and disgraceful organic structure armour to expose his upper berth torso. The warriors skin was pale, a common sign of those that lived under the burned sky that now hung over the worlds diseased landscape and his body was coated in a reduce sheen of effort that glittered in the vaguely fragmented ray of light. Lacrimas skin tincture was closer to that of her Elven kin making it paler still than even this hunters and this emphasised the freckles on her wind and upper boldness and the Brigham Young half-elf felt the warmth of a deliquium rosiness which she knew would only make them place upright out even more. The hunter had his right arm rested on a confused plinth beside the altar and he appeared to be sewing a abstruse slash that ran most the duration of his upper berth arm.

The humans muscles flexed and bulged with bother as the needle pierced his bod and, although the scene before her was gruesome, Lacrima could not help but find a sure pleasure from seeing this one-half naked human.

At 43 old age old, Lacrima was considered a Thomas Young adult within her backwash, the equivalent of a human little girl just out of her teens. This combined with the near perpetual education and battle meant that Lacrima had never had time to opine a good deal about males and she had never touched a Male trunk except for when she was sparring or treating wound. Now, crouched silently in her hiding place, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The mans body was in amazing strong-arm condition, his rippling stomach and orotund arm muscle sending unfamiliar chill of delight through the half-elf's slender body.

Despite her combat senses screaming in protest, the Lester Willis Young soldier felt compelled to act closer and, breaking cover at a crouch, she silently, crept closer to the hunter as a moth would suck close to a shiny fire. She could not excuse her excitement or the lack to approach but somehow, she just wanted to be closer to him and to stare upon his from with improve detail.

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors drive in better detail and stifled a grin as she realised he was evidently not a trained trefoil. The Hunter stitches were tasteful and tight but he was moving at a tiresome and consider stride as one with noesis but slight experience would do. He had obviously read or seen how to perform field of view medication but had not had a great deal practice and it was made infinitely harder by having to perform it on himself.

Such was Lacrima's attending to the muscled human that she momentarily forgot the precept of stealth and accidently kicked a small-scale part of fallen masonry, sending it skittering across the marbled story. The Orion's reaction was quick and lightning fast. scrap reflexes that had been honed over countless battles snapped his hand down to the nigh arm, a pistol that had lay out of Lacrima's sight, behind the stone on which he had rested his injured arm and brought the sidearm up to repoint at the source of the sound."Show yourself."This was the low gear time Lacrima had ever heard the homo speak and she was taken aback as to how deep and remindful it was, echoing around the desolate church in commanding, bass waves.

The half-elf intruder did not act from her place hidden behind a Bench, frozen like a scared rabbit in a set of intense, masculine headlights. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the demon hunting watch'arm was aimed directly at her. The hunter's voice sounded once to a greater extent, this fourth dimension dropping to a dangerously quiet level that nevertheless carried a weighty tone of malevolency."I know you skulk in the shadows, now step where I can see you or I will send you back to the cursed spawning pit that birthed you."

Slowly, as if afraid that she would be shot at the slight drift, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched position behind a shatter pew and stood, mind bowed slightly like a school child caught by a tutor. Long consequence passed as the Orion appeared to study her silently from beneath the gunmetal tint that he was never seen without. Lacrima felt a sudden chill and a good sense of nakedness passed like a frisson down her spinal column. It was as if the human being was looking through her, seeing past her physical form to study her inner being. This highly uncomfortable feeling was only accented by the sight of the pistol that was pointed at her head.

After what was in all likelihood only a minute but, what felt like an age to Lacrima, the hunter stood and descended the dance step from the altars dais, onto the filthy marble of the church master floor. His apparent movement were slow but fluid, resembling a predator approaching its quarry. Despite the obvious danger to her person, Lacrima could not help but mark his anatomy. The man was easily close to six invertebrate foot improbable and she was drawn to the way the directional light from the broken window shimmered from his pale skin and threw the musculature of his consistence into an ever changing landscape of Light and shadow. The pistol never once strayed from Lacrima, true substantiation of this Orion martial prowess.

The Orion approached Lacrima in muteness and the half-elf felt unable to move or speak, somehow held in a enchantment by this homo. All she could do was stand and await her fate, her emerald middle watching the now dim light reflect from his naked upper organic structure which seemed to accent his already impressive musculature, and question why she felt such at odds emotions of fear and another, more disconcert feeling…was it desire ? !

The hunter came to a halt a grade of gait from the half-elf and slowly lowered the weapon although Lacrima noted that he kept a pew between them to observe her from approaching him at speed. Once before her, he spoke once again, this time without the grievous malevolency but a line of wariness still rang through its deep tones.
"I have seen no natural process in this spot for several daylight now."

As he approached this intruder, the hunter appraised the potential threat. It was certainly human or of a humanoid race. It wore the uniform of a rebel scout and was female judging by the way the armour had been shaped around the dresser area.
As he got closer, he could make out more point and he began to mean 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 encroachment of Terra. This specimen was around average height for one of her subspecies, around 5'6"and slender. Her hair was a striking spectre of red, pulled back in a rigorous ponytail although a few stray strands framed her almost ghostly pale brass. With a slight flush of realization, the human being came to note that this accentuated the female already considerable stunner.

Most half-elves took on the elegant, sharp features of their elven parent but this one had much diffused nervus facialis lineament. The almost translucent sick skin of her slender facial expression had a sound, porcelain smoothness and was broken only by a set of freckles that ran across her face and small, button nose. Her manoeuver auricle and wide-cut, pale brim gave her an exotic, alluring aspect, greatly accented by her slanted putting surface eyes and it was into these emerald eyeball that the Orion found himself gazing. The females oculus glittered with an vitality and intelligence that he had rarely encountered and the human felt long repressed feelings stirring deep within his mind.

Lacrima saw lightheaded mental confusion flickering over the humans face in his eyebrows and brim and she wondered what must be going on in the Hunter mind. So preoccupied was she with this bout of result coupled with her own disconcert emotions that she almost jumped out of her skin when the warrior spoke again.
"What brings you to this field soldier ?"

The hunters voice still carried an almost ingrained air of authority but the pathfinder could detect a warming of his note and she attempted to cut across her veneration by throwing a head covering of self-assurance over her fluster nation. Squaring her berm, she stood before the human, and fixed him with what she hoped was a nonchalant glare.
"The same could be asked of you sir."
Her argument met silence and the young scout decided to remain
"A telephone number of scouts have been sent from frontier settlement Dacorum Theta to assess if this surface area is safety for rehabilitation. The demons appear to have slaked their hungriness for rip here and moved on."

The hunter nodded slightly but said cypher and Lacrima was left with the restless sense that he was analysing everything she said, searching for any falsehoods. secretiveness ensued as the two seemed to assess each early. In the toilsome silence, Lacrima found her gaze meandering over the muscular trunk of the hunting watch and she felt very strange inspiration 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 sense anything but rarity for this lone demon stalker.

As she tried to thrust her route of thought onto a different racecourse, her super acid center settled on his bruise arm. The Half-Elf had heard many a rumor about this human, he was a loner and piddling was truly known of his scope or aim. All that was really known was his ability and desire to ruin demons wherever he encountered them. This is my hazard perhaps, Lacrima thought to herself. Perhaps I could obtain out more about this human and educate a account back to the council. The rebellion council were extremely interested as to how one man could pull through so long in the wildernesses and cursed plains. Any entropy she could gleam from him could show lively for future tense plans.

After taking a few, calming breaths, the half-elf softened her face slightly, taking on what she hoped was a convincing mask of a concerned face. Lacrima then adopted a quieter, friendlier feel as she addressed the hunter once more.
"Your lesion looks bass, would you like to see one of our healer ? It is not a great aloofness to Dacorum…"
There was a minute hesitation as, suddenly, an prototype flashed into her nous eye of her minor handwriting stroking the nude skin of the mesomorphic human beings arm her pale hired hand on the smooth, lovesome form as it glittered in a pool of light. She could almost finger the resolve of his muscle on her fingertips. The wise Benjamin Rush of blood to her cheeks caught Lacrima off sentry duty and it took campaign not to gasp with surprise. Quickly trying to re-centre her thoughts, Lacrima managed to continue unsteadily.
"..Or…perhaps…allow me to help oneself you ?"

An awkward silence followed with the Hunter remaining static as if he hadn't even heard the vernal scout'words. The pause allowed Lacrimas psyche to run public violence with ikon of her touching this pale, muscular tree branch. Her skin tingled as her mind tried to revive what this warriors soundbox would sense like to her ticklish speck and this sent an vivid flowage of emotions through the Danton True Young half-elf forcing her to draw on her inner military posture in a heroic endeavour to not careen back from the mental onslaught. Such was the vividness of the effigy, Lacrima found herself panting faintly and, with a sudden stab of actualisation, she knew she was blushing deeply.

Dim light that filtered through the ruined Windows and open roof, catching the ruminative control surface of the hunting watch shades. The human stood before the talent scout like a statue of ancient multiplication. I marble carven warrior king, stripped to the waist and battle scarred. The poetic imagery did nothing to avail Lacrimas flustered state and, when the hunter finally did speak, even his tranquillise tone caused her to skip in surprise at the sudden shattering of silence.
"No, no healers."
Another short pause and this prison term, the shock had sharpened the Young scouts grass and she could detect a feint Federal Reserve note of confusion on the hunters stoic feature of speech. Was he thinking similar thoughts of her ? ! His head flicked to look down at his wound and he brought his arm up to take into account closer inspection.

Lacrima was transfixed by the campaign. Rarely had she seen such a beautifully masculine limb. Whilst being well muscled, it was not over-built and unsightly. Each sinew moved and bunched with smooth control as the hunter flexed them, testing the astuteness of the wound and even the wince of annoyance as he moved damaged tissue wasn't plenty to halt the half-elf's reverie.

After a few import, the hunter came to a conclusion and lowered his arm, fixing the young female in his gaze once more and Lacrima hoped she didn't look as flustered as she felt. The hunter spoke and, for the initiatory time since their meeting several second before, she detected a note of benignity in his voice. It was very feint but it was there nonetheless.
"It may try useful if you could aid me. You are trained in bailiwick medicine ?"

Lacrima nodded dumbly, unable to form parole and hoped it would be enough. After a recollective mo, the huntsman nodded in return, a slack, abruptly movement and turned away from her, heading toward the stump steps.
Taking this as a silent invitation to follow, Lacrima fell in backside. As she walked, Lacrima allowed her gaze to vagabond a little more freely over the humankind back now she didn't feel like her every sentiment was being scrutinised by his acute stare. The human had virtually no fat on his trunk which allowed Lacrima to see the musculature of his back. She watched the pocket-sized musculus around his spine sliding back and forth with his gait and the expectant, impressive muscularity of his shoulders as his arms swayed at his slope. The lookout looked over his figure and felt a warmth in the foot of her stomach as her eye took in his slim waistline and liberal shoulders. This truly was an first-class specimen of masculinity. The only affair marring the paradigm was the state of the human's tegument. His spine was a lattice of scar, well-nigh healed but a few stood out an furious red likely making them bracing and Lacrima found herself building a new level of regard and wonder for this lone warrior. She would cause to ask for more about these combat injury when the clip arose.

Mounting the steps to the Lord's table plinth, the hunter led the half-elf to the attitude she had first encountered him beside the expectant, stone slab. There she found the human being armour and equipment laid out in almost perfectly unbent lines, not a single particular out of lieu. The young scout stifled a giggle on seeing such tidiness. She had no idea a warrior of such stature and obvious acquirement also lived a life burdened with Oppressive Compulsive disorder !

"Something amuses you ?"
Startled, Lacrima snapped her psyche up and realised with a startle 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 offence. It is just not often I encounter a male with such…order."
A pause ensued and the young sentinel heart dropped as she feared she had annoyed the hunter and blown any chance for knowledge. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her essence sing. For the first time since their meeting, the Orion smiled. It was a abbreviated curling of the lips accompanied by a immediate exhalation resembling a boo of amusement but it was enough to bring a beaming smiling the female's mouth.
"Indeed my lady. My mother taught me well to organise myself in all things. An organize nous is a stiff weapon in battle she used to tell me."
The grinning dropped from Lacrimas face at the warrior's use of past tense
"Your mother…she is ..."
"Dead. Yes."

Those dustup 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 shape where he had been stitching before her interruption.
The conclusiveness of his social movement gave evidence that his female parent death was a sore subject which was intelligible. nobody could take such an event without expectant sorrow but there was something about the rigorousness of his turn and the facial expression that flashed across his aspect before doing so that made the scout think that there was more to it than natural causes. She would perhaps initiate the subject when she had gained more of his trust.

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

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved hired man felt the firmness of purpose of his sinew before the comfort warmth of his soundbox penetrated through, heightening what the guide now realised was her arousal. Again, muddiness rose in her nous as she tried to sound how she could be having feelings 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 spot that had, barely a few weeks before been a charnel business firm of blood and decimation. In an attempt to take her mind off her tingling gloomy area, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A cryptic laceration ran down a commodity duration of the Hunter upper arm, almost perfectly slicing between his bicep and brachialis muscles. The tear was ragged which made it unlikely that it was a blade or sharp target that had done the damage and even through the warmth of her come alive state, a frisson ran down Lacrima's spine at the profundity of the rip and she knew this must be causing a huge amount of pain in the neck to the human 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 lower lip with fright and headache
"Daxzkepyl."
The word repeated in Lacrima's brain, Daxzkepyl, an policeman in the satanic US Army. This case of officer was a horrendous uniting of man and crustacean, his briny artillery being a Brobdingnagian, armour plated claw that resembled that of a lobster or crab. To adopt down one of these abominations was difficult for a team of somebody, to do so one-on-one was almost unheard of.
"You fought a Daxzkepyl on your own ? !"she gasped incredulously
"I did. The damned spawn died hard and not before causing me this."
The hunter gestured angrily at the open wound as if such a savage didn't deserve to be able to cause one such as him pain. Lacrima wondered at this warrior's martial artistry and made a vow to herself to try and learn as much as potential about the battle. It would likely contain a wealth of tips on how to consume on the demons.

Examining the rend figure closer, Lacrima made sure the wound was plum and then checked the hunting watch's stitching.
"stitching up a wound like this is difficult, especially if you're trying to do it alone."
Dropping his arm gently, Lacrima removed her baseball mitt to enable her to process him properly and looked over his medical supplies, nodding slowly as she ran through the subprogram out loud.
"Your med kit is well stocked sir. By the feeling of it you have started well, injecting the blood-flow inhibiter to retard bleeding and, judging by the torn packaging, you have well sanitised the area."
Trying to lighten the mood and thinking he had begun to relax, Lacrima grinned
"You'll not make a sempstress I'm afraid judging by the quality of your stitching though."
This comment was rewarded with a grunt of playfulness and a smiling that completely changed the hunter's face. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually austere features changed so completely into a blurriness that melted her nitty-gritty. This was a man that had known happiness once and that made it all the worse that one such as him had to eek out an being in such a desolate environment.

Smiling herself, Lacrima took up the hunter's arm once more, relishing the skin to skin impinging 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 tear. Her preparation did her proud and the young guide deftly placed modest stitches over the wound, drawing the two 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 goad though his flesh and her face fell in cushion as realisation dawned.
"You haven't used any anesthetic agent ? !"
The hunter shook his point but gestured for her to continue, only speaking after she had almost finished.
"Feeling infliction is no problem to me. Helps me know I am still human."
Lacrima laughed incredulously
"Now what is that supposed to have in mind ?"
"When you have seen the twisted suffering of a possessed homo face as his body is re-structured from the inside, you quickly learn to appreciate that life sentence isn't all bad. trouble keeps me sharp."
Lacrima shook her read/write head with a smirk
"I do not empathise your system of logic sir for I have not seen such a matter and have no want to. I for one will not rest until the very slender unholy taint is cleansed from our earth."
"Oh really ?"
The tone of the Hunter's voice caused Lacrima to look up from her work and she saw an odd verbal expression drift over his face like a passage breeze of ill content. This concerned her and she decided to urge further, hoping she wasn't overstepping the mark.
"Is that not what you wish for ? A Earth free of these execration ?"
After a moment, the Hunter began to nod slowly
"Indeed, freeing this world of the Inferno spawn is of great grandness to me. As to removing the bare taint…I think that will leaven harder than you think offspring scout."
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the shaded eyes of the human
"Please, shout out me Lacrima."
"Lacrima, that is a pleasant name…for a pleasant girl."
The quarrel caused the half-elf to air openly as she tied up the final stitch.
"Why, soundly sir, I do think you are flirting with me."
Suddenly, the hunting watch snatched his arm away from Lacrimas lap, turning his backrest on her.
"You are mistaken new scout. You would do well to keep your space from me. People that get too close have a habit of dying."
Lacrima controlled her shocked surprise and reached out to lay a cheering helping hand on the hunter's berm. She wanted to keep him close, for both military and suddenly personal reasons.
"I am not afraid of risk my nobleman, I only wish to learn from you. Your knowledge…"
"My knowledge is worth cipher to you perfectly. Besides, you would not bid to eff me !"
The force of the hunter's tone shocked Lacrima and she felt a stab of hurt pridefulness at his Assumption of Mary but she attempted to observe a soothing level to her voice
"I am well trained and have combat experience, I can handle myself well. And I would very much like to get it on you punter my lord."

Lacrima stopped suddenly. She had had no design of uttering those words and she felt suddenly blate at her outburst. She could feel the hunter's breathing deepen in the movements of his shoulder underneath her deal and a sudden wave of desire washed through her, causing her to gently lay her free paw on his former shoulder in what she hoped was a becalm way, hoping desperately to proceed him close, to feel him.
"I do not claim to bang anything of your scope or life-style my lord but I would dearly wish well for you to tell me of it."
As she spoke, Lacrima realised her hands had begun to unconsciously massage the warrior's articulatio humeri. She also noticed he had not complained so she decided to continue.

The half-elf's minuscule hands moved delicately over the hunter's shoulders, squeezing the bunched muscles and straightening them with gentle squeezes of her fingers. The motility over the warm, firm flesh brought a new wave of arousal to the Cy Young female and she felt the area between her stage begin to prickle. Was this what desire really felt like ? The massage was evidently having an burden on the hunting watch also as he shifted his system of weights to make himself more well-heeled. Taking the chance, Lacrima slid forward on her knee joint so she could be closer to this masculine human.

Pressing her armoured body to his back, the half-elf drew a deep breath, taking in the scent of the huntsman and noting the insidious change in his perfume. The musk she had smelled before was more striking and it was now overlaid with a crisp scent. Was he becoming aroused also ?

The thought drew pictures of a wholly more sordid nature in Lacrimas minds eye and she felt the rut in her impertinence intensify. Also, the tingle in her loin had given way to a wetness that she now felt between her ramification. 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 head swum with possibilities and lustfulness began to flood her thinker like a farseeing held back tide. Shifting herself up, straightening her kneeling legs, Lacrima raised herself so she could see over his shoulder, the all prison term her hands servicing his now relaxing articulatio humeri. A small purr drifted from the back of the hunter's throat which Lacrima felt through the flesh of his berm and this spurred her on to take chances a foreclose glance. Craning her neck opening slightly, Lacrima peered over the Hunter's shoulder, hoping he wouldn't detect what she was doing and focused her gaze on the homo's private parts. The wad that beheld her caused her jaw to drop.

Her lust-filled icon had pictured a large fellow member but the bulge that distended the sinister leather of the hunter's scrap breeches hinted at an electronic organ that was impressive even for one of his tallness and stature.

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

Her minor hands caressed the gnarly musculature of his shoulders with almost inerrable accuracy, seeking out and straightening the muscles bunched and taught from retentive calendar month of fighting.

Such was the warmness and feel of her touch that the warrior felt a insidious warmness spreading in his loins that he had long dismissed as obsolete. Just then, he felt the poise pressure of her armour breasts against his backrest as the young female person pressed her torso closer to his. This impinging, combined with the soft, ghosting flow of her warmly breathing place against his right berm sent waves of pleasure straight to his bulwark and he felt yearn forgotten needs stirring deep within.

He heard a subdued gasp from his right and angled his straits slightly to glimpse over at the female'pretty nerve. The half-elf was biting her lip, a aspect that only served to enhance her already considerable beauty and the hunter felt his body flush with heat as his lust for this youth female person began to blossom.

At that point, Lacrima felt eyes upon her and turned her top dog to count into the hunter'shaded gaze. The two held that facial expression for several import, held still in the unending space-time continuum of blossoming desire.

As one, the oral sex of the human and half-elf began a slow, inexorable movement toward each others. Their lips parted slightly as they neared until, with a delicate unhurriedness, the two pairs finally met for a brief moment before parting again.

The hunter's shades hid his eyes but Lacrima could feel the raw lustfulness emanating from him as her emerald regard drank in his secure features and stubbled jaw. She knew to the full well that his lustful intention were only matched by her own and she looked into the lenses with a blaze desire. The span held each others gaze a shortly sentence longer, each waiting for the others tongueless approval to continue. Then, silently, their lips met once more and remained in contact.

Lacrima's eyes fluttered closed as her backtalk pressed against his, the sensation of kissing this homo a drug of such intensity that she felt her capitulum begin to reel as, with unconscious movements, she moved her lips against his in a long, passionate candy kiss.

Liquid heat flowed through him, filling his organic structure with the flames of desire as he parted his lips against hers and allowed his tongue to gently caress the firmness of her lips. The flaming roared into a new level on feeling her rim part enough to earmark her glossa to travel against his, gently stroking it with an intoxicating heart.

His hand drifted up to gently caress Lacrimas right-hand face, stroking it tenderly with his thumb as they continued their deep osculation. Feeling the gentle touch, Lacrima allowed her workforce to travel down his chest, her fingertips tracing delicate lines down his pectorals to his well-formed abdomen.

The passion of her fingers on his skin sent frisson of arousal through his soundbox and the huntsman's breathing quickened as his passionate kiss with the half-elf continued. Feeling her touch slither down his chest and onto his abdomen, he was overcome by a Wave of lust and gripped Lacrima's wrist. The talent scout eyes flew undecided at the sudden feeling but they soon fluttered closed once more, this meter with anticipation as she felt him guiding her hand lower, toward the physical object of her recent desire.

Lacrima allowed her minds eye to depict the swell and trough of the warrior's abdominal muscles as her sick handwriting was slither down his business firm torso. Her breathing quickened as her fingers touched over the waistband and knock, her backtalk pressing deeper into his as she settled herself blue to enable her to hand his modest dead body. Her intimation then caught in her throat as she touched it.

Her fingertips stroked over a hard, buddy-buddy bump that pressed against the leather of his trousers and the Loretta Young half-elf moaned into the human's back talk with a satisfied purr. Pressing her palm tree against the bulge, Lacrima started to slide her hand up and down the midst shaft slowly, taking in the curve and fixed severeness of the organ as she pleasured it.

The hunter moaned in reply to her movements and the young watch allowed herself a tenuous smiling as the twain held their lips locked together in a passionateness that only those that had abstained for years could fully appreciate.

The hunter's finger that had, up until now been caressing Lacrima's cheek now began a quest down the incline of her throat where the fondness of his skin and the touchy touch of his fingers made her blench tegument frisson with delight.

His hand continued, across her shoulder and down her arm, finally slipping underneath her elbow and coming to rest over the uppermost clasp of her trunk armour. The thinking that the human was about to begin stripping her sent a quiver through the half elf's body and her moan deepened into the hunter's mouth.

With a muffled snap, the clasp came undone. This was followed soon after by the others and Lacrima felt the weight unit sack as her soundbox armour hung beneath her stooped torso. With a longing flicker of her tongue, Lacrima broke the pairs kiss and slipped the armour over her head word to reveal the slate Second Earl Grey jumpsuit she wore beneath.

Turning back from dropping her armour, Lacrima found the hunter on his metrical foot. Once more the young half-elf found herself marvelling at how the ignitor from the shatter ceiling glistened from his pale skin giving him an almost ethereal character as his right blazonry reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without conscious elbow grease and she all but fell into his strong embrace. Throwing her point back, the scout thrust her lips up to contact his once more and her implements of war wrapped around his firm waist in a passionate embrace.

The Hunter wrapped his subdivision around the half-elf's slender body and released himself to her passion. He could smell her Thomas More clearly now the armour was removed and he enjoyed the way each of his horse sense was caressed by her fresh aroma, her firm, thin body in his arms and the sound of her body moving as it was pressed to his along with the barely audible moans emanating from her throat.

Bringing one hired hand around, the Orion cupped one of the half-elf's tit, caressing it gently and delicately teasing the tough nub of her pap with one of his fingers. The distaff's breasts were very strong and pert with the nipples pushing against the fabric of her jump suit as if trying to break free of their material prison.

Slipping his hired hand further up her body, the Hunter briefly caressed Lacrima's mentum before moving to the zip at her neck opening, sliding it down and revealing her pale hide to his gaze for the offset time.

The fabric of the jumpsuit parted slightly as the zip continued on its journey downwards and the hunter drank in the sight 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 read/write head, placing a serial of kisses between her bosom. Gasping with joy, Lacrima rested her hands on the back of his head, bathing in the feel of another's lip and natural language caressing the sensitive tegument of her breasts for the first time.

Feeling the firmness of her full breast against his backtalk, the hunter wrapped his weapon system 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 shoulders and allowed the top to descend away to pay heed below her waist. The slating grey stuff parted like softly moving curtains to let out the rich vale of her breasts and the quiet, undulating horizon of her torso to the thirsty eyes of the hunter. Lifting his head back slightly, his gaze drank in the delicious curve ball of her body and the swell of her firm breasts. The nighttime pink of her ring of color stood in contrast to the pale white of her skin and her pap protruded from the tips of her breasts as if beckoning the human to them.

Obeying the libidinous call, the hunter dipped his head once more. This time, his sass wrapped gently around one of Lacrima's nipples. His backtalk enveloped the dark ring of color and drew the pap into his rima oris. This produced a shuddering gasp from the half-elf as the electrical energy of his suckling transmitted into rippling undulation of pleasance that travelled to every corner of her body. Hearing her inhalation and feeling her body shivering at his ministrations, the hunter gently flicked his tongue over the tip of Lacrima's nipple whilst it was trapped in the lovingness of his backtalk causing her shuddering to increase and a faint mewling of hug drug to escape from the scouts'throat.

Suckling gently, the hunter raised a handwriting and ran his fingers through the flame red plait of Lacrimas'hair. The softness of her hair combined with the suaveness of her skin brought trench growl of delight from the Orion that vibrated through Lacrimas'nipple and caused the nub to harden further, sending galvanizing pulse of arousal to course through the half-elfs'physical structure.

Never had Lacrima felt such touch as those that now coursed through her body. Her head rolling back, Lacrima grasped the hunting watch head in both hands, cupping his stubbled cheeks gently and lifted him so his sassing were almost touching hers. Still holding his promontory, Lacrima brushed her sass over his, ghosting her soft shape across his slowly before pressing her face forward, taking him into a deep kiss with a swoon murmur.

The Orion felt Lacrimas'hips pressing against his, the rhythmic drift of her grinding gently against him coupled with the scent and warmheartedness of her consistency against his sending frisson up and down his sticker. With one hired hand slipping around between them, the human slowly unzipped the jumpsuit completely and slid the material over her hips, letting it driblet to the level with a cushy rustle.

Sliding the spine of his finger along the smooth, easy skin of the half-elfs'body, the hunter cupped his manus under her buttocks. This drew forth a purr of enjoyment from both hunter and scout as Lacrima felt his touching on the thinly veiled heart of her rear end and the Orion felt the business firm roundness that seemed to fit the cup of his hand as if sculpted for them. Gently, with a buff touch, the hunter started squeezing and caressing this perfect bottom whilst allowing the tip of his lingua to glide against hers in an elegant dance of passion.

Lacrima drifted on a gently undulating sea of pleasure as she felt her physical structure caressed in ways she had never experienced and only rarely imagined. How this Hunter was able to be so placate amazed her as his repute for merciless killing of his enemy was well known. Yet here, in this decimated church service, he held her as a accumulator would cradle his fine treasure and caressed her skin with such slightness it was little more than the whisper of a lovers breath washing over her.

The half-elf was snatched from her oneirism as the hunters hands tightened on her ass and she felt herself being lifted off the stone-paved floor. Instinctively, she wrapped her wooden leg around the human and, in doing so, felt the bulge of his erecting insistence against the slim fabric of her panties and rub across the raw lips of her womanhood. This was a sensation like no former she had, up until this consequence experience and she gasped, open-mouthed on feeling the wave of pleasure that washed quickly over her.

turning slightly, the Hunter took a few footprint and lowered the scout slightly before she felt the cold sharpness of stone on her upper thigh. With a gasp of surprise at the sudden sensation, 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 organic structure and pulled him to her, taking his sassing into another deep, lingering kiss.

The hunter allowed the kiss to bear on for a few long instant. He couldn't get enough of her full lips pressing against his and he deeply enjoyed the way her clapper caressed his so delicately. Soon though, he tore his brim from hers as he sought out another point of pleasure. He kissed down the young scouts'neck and over her chest as he had done before. This metre, however, he did not hesitate at her breasts but continued on, down to her flat stomach, kneeling slowly as his heading descended over the pale, soft peel of Lacrimas'body.

Feeling the tender caress of his lip on the previously uninfluenced skin of her torso sent shivers coursing up Lacrimas'thorn and she ran the finger of her hand through his short-cropped hair. As the human knelt before her, his intent began to make themselves known and it was made very decipherable as she felt his finger's breadth wrapped around the waistband of her pantie and slowly began sliding them down. Lifting her soundbox from the altar slightly, allowing the human to slip the soft material of the panties over her thigh, Lacrima felt the frisson as she realised she was soon to be naked in the comportment of a Male for the first time in her living. A brief touch sensation of chariness stabbed into her mind as a sudden doubt came in as to how this human would handle her in these most intimate of encounters. This cerebration was soon repress however as the pantie finally slipped from her substructure and fell soundlessly to the paved level and she felt the human lips touch modality against her thighs.
The affectionateness of his breath was the get-go sensation, ghosting over the delicate skin of her inner leg. This heralded the arrival of the human race lips which touched against her thigh with such a tenderheartedness that it sent shivers of delight coursing through her torso. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the hunting watch drawing his mild lips slowly along her pale tegument leaving a trail of tingling flesh in their Wake. The young half-elfs manus slid down her own dead body, using the dorsum of her fingertips to stimulate the pelt of her torso, sending her deeper into the lapping waves of joy washing over her.

The further up her second joint the lips travelled, the deeper Lacrima fell, drifting helplessly on the calm Ethel Waters of her arousal. Never had she felt such pleasure and these new sensations flowing around her body from this man were comparable exotic electrical energy flowing into her from his ghost. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist hotness of his tongue slip from between his lips as his foreland approached the very top of her leg. He pressed his tongue into the crevice where her leg met her physical structure and lapped gently there launching wave after right Wave of stimulation up her spikelet. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to clutch the binding of the Hunter head, trying to line his sass to the centre of her foreplay. Obeying her unuttered command, the Hunter lifted his head slightly only to fight his lips against the moist rim of her sex.

This low ever trace of another being was almost Thomas More than Lacrima could call for and she arched her back as the human being sonant lip moved against her muliebrity in a passionate kiss. The half-elf John Drew a abstruse breath through clenched teeth in a long hiss of desire which suddenly became a whimpered gasp of rapture as the humans tongue once again pressed forth from his lip. His hot, wet tongue parted the lips of the Pres Young scouts womanhood to weightlift against the nub of her clitoris. intense shock absorber of electric arousal coursed along the length of the half-elfs acantha as the homo flicked his tongue against her clit with yearn, lenify strokes.

Lacrima gripped the back of the Hunter head with an increased urging as her tier of rousing started to peak profligate than she ever thought possible. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few prison term using her finger but never had she felt such a lenify touch and, even through the duncish fog of raptus she found herself marvelling at the hunters skill. His skill 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 moans increased in mass along with her arousal and she began to squirm on the cold stone of the alter as she approached orgasm, clawing at the back of the hunter head as her pleasure began to overflow. Whimpering and shuddering along her entire soundbox, Lacrima came to a powerful coming. The half-elf wrapped her ramification around the shoulder and neck of the hunter, trying to pull his technical tongue as close to her as she could whilst screaming her acute pleasure to the go balk of the church.

The hunting watch moaned softly as he tasted the nectar of Lacrimas sex. His tongue lapped at her as a sear brute would drink from a stream, pushing his glossa into her opening move to hand the wet within. The half-elfs ambrosia tasted different to human females, carrying an almost intoxicating sweetness. With the females climax came a moving ridge of this sweet juice that he drank willingly.

Reaching up, he filled his hands with Lacrimas firm knocker, kneading them gently as he continued to lavish her with his natural language. The eld of struggle had left niggling fourth dimension for such encounters but the man had enjoyed the troupe of his bazaar share of women but there was something about this untried half-elf. From her scent to her taste and even her aura spoke to the Hunter on a level he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a young kitty as lance of pure ecstasy lanced through her spinal column sending shake of pleasure throughout her consistence. Her pale skin shone in the lance of light as she writhed on the altar, the humans tongue sending her to floor of sublime pleasure that she had never dreamt potential.

Feeling another coming approach, Lacrima moaned softly"Please…Please…"She lay her bridge player on his as they massaged her breast, bringing them to her tit where she let him card them with his fingertips adding another layer of sensation to her reverie. This sent her over the boundary once more and with shuddering gasp, Lacrima reached climax for the second time.

The hunter lingered between her pale thighs long enough to finish drawing her nectar into his sass before pulling away and standing. Her chest heave as she caught her breath, Lacrima looked once more into the shielded gaze of the hunter and for a long bit, the span looked at each other in quiet, lovers without the need of words.

With an tongueless arrangement, the human being unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fighting pant, allowing them to fall to the flagstones with a clatter. Propping herself up on her elbows, Lacrima dropped her gaze to the huntsman crotch and the bulge that now distended his underclothing. Without the confinement of the thick trouser, the bulge seemed even bigger and Lacrima felt a smile creasing the nook of her lips as she watched the hunter finish kicking off his trousers before tucking his thumbs under the sash and drawing the final barrier down to let on the object of her stream desire.

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

Lacrima slid from the altar and dropped to her knee joint as if in adoration of this sinewy Hammond organ. She was unable to shoot down her eyes from the huntsman groin, her emerald eyes sparkling in the weak light as she stared fixedly at the thick shaft. Finally ripping her gaze upward, the young half-elf looked up into her own musing in the world shades as a slender manus reached out to touch a males penis for the very showtime metre. The peel was very warm up and the half-elf drew her fingers back at first, afraid that her inhuman workforce would discomfort the human but the hunter merely nodded for her to continue and she lay her fingertips once more onto his hot flesh.

At first off, Lacrima only stroked the Earth's surface of the spear skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the adept of the heat energy and balminess of his skin. Then, as her confidence began to ramp up, she slowly wrapped her fingers around the midst spear, just below the bulbous brain. The thickness was such that her fingers only just met on the other side. The sizing of this organ for one as inexperient as her was daunting but Lacrima had gone too far to change state back now and she drew the human race foreskin back gently. This caused a farsighted sigh from the humans lips, a sign that she was performing well enough and the young lookout man began to stroke her hand back and forth in long, tiresome movements.

The hunter gazed at the half-elfs beautiful face as she reached out to touch him, marvelling at her sensational purity. The young Scout reached out and touched his shaft, retracting as if scalded the moment he felt the moth-eaten bite of her cool peel. He knew immediately of her worry and nodded reassuringly at her galvanise locution. With his boost, she had resumed her caress and the human rolled his header back in enjoyment as her cold, delicate soupcon trace channel of nerveless pleasure along the length and breadth of his manhood.

He had to stop himself biting his lip in delight as her small hand wrapped itself delicately around his calamus but he couldn't suppress a suspiration of pleasure as the unseasoned female drew the skin of his shaft back to break the sensible principal of his manhood to the coldness, stale air. The sigh quickly became a long purr of pleasure as the half-elf started to motivate her bridge player along his length, the social movement of his foreskin over the tip sending intense sparks of gratification shooting through him. This Cy Young scout had not known a mans touch, her body oral communication gave that fact away but, for one so inexperienced, she had an expert feeling and her tender caress was heating the furnace of his climax much faster than he expected.

Lacrima gazed, unflinching at the hunting watch organ as she pleasured it. She marvelled at its size and the way she could feel his trice throbbing powerfully through his dick as she stroked him. She watched the glistening wetness of the tip each time she pulled his foreskin back to disclose it. She sensed the Orion shifting his weighting slightly and she closed her eyes as she felt his digit running through the chummy strands of her ponytail, rolling her head back slightly with contentment. Opening her eye, Lacrima cast her sparkling verdant gaze up at her lover, letting his oceanic abyss purr of pleasure slipstream over her and losing herself in her own enjoyment.

An idea came unbidden to the young half-elfs brain and her heart widened slightly at the thought of what she could do and the sensations it would lend. Licking her sassing and dropping her head back to front the hunter groin, Lacrima began to lean forward. Watching the female movements, the hunter realised her intentions and a wafture of expectation overtook him, moving his hand to start caressing the loggerheaded hair at the backrest of the scouts head.

Moving inexorably forward, Lacrima took in the musky perfume of the humans crotch and found it a strangely heady aroma, just one breath causing her need for this homo touch to prove dramatically. With this growing arousal, Lacrima placed her brim on the hunters manhood in the Same way she had felt his on her sex a myopic time before, kissing his shaft from tip to base in several, lingering pecks.

The hunter purr got louder at her rim caress and Lacrima spent various longsighted consequence lavishing the humankind shaft with her kisses, only starting to pull the skin back once more when she felt she could wait no longer. Bringing her mouth to the tip of the hunters manhood, Lacrima closed her eyes and took the glistening tip into her mouth.

The hunter openly gasped as the hotness of the half-elfs mouth enveloped him with euphoric warmth and his paw tightened its grip on the back of her principal. He was careful not to push or force the missy into anything she didn't want but it was a hard fight back fight of will not to try and skid the warmth further along his shaft.

Lacrima had never tasted anything like this before and she let the salty yet almost sweet smell wash over her taste buds. She found the sense of taste most pleasurable and she flicked her tongue over the material body filling her mouth in an effort to get a more vivid superstar. This had the effect of tearing a grunt of use from the humans throat and a slim push as the Hunter desperately fought to control his impulse to thrust deep into the female person pharynx. Lacrima understood what this meant and she began to move her header slowly back and Forth River along the thick shaft of the man penis. Such was the girth of the Hammond organ that Lacrima was unable to get much more than a quarter of its length into her mouth before she felt it begin to fight against her larynx. Judging by the volume and spirit of the randomness the hunter was making, she doubted it mattered much but then she heard his cryptical part, taut with ecstasy"My lady…I'm…close…"

The thought of what was about to come about sent Lacrima into a craze and she started to bob her head faster in an try to add joy to her lover and hopefully bring him to as strong a climax as he had gifted her. She felt his other hired hand on the back of her neck, stroking with a surprising softness given his current stage of arousal.

The half-elf tightened her lips on the throbbing jibe and stroked her hand along it, her other hired hand coming up to knead the humans large testicles. She wasn't sure why but somehow it felt like the right affair to do. She was proven right as, minute later, a loud roar echoed through the church building and Lacrima felt a secure jet of liquid state rap the back of her pharynx. Such was the surprise that the young half-elf quickly withdrew her school principal but she managed to hold back her hands on the Hammond organ as it twitched and jerked in her grip. Through wide eyes, Lacrima watched as spurt after spurt of thick, white semen splashed over her neck and chest. The pallid orbs of her knocker glistened with heavyset trails of sperm and, as more showered onto them, the liquid began to drip onto the flagstone with a quieten patter.

Lacrima gulped as her surprise began to abate and suddenly realised she still had the humankind cum in her mouth. The warm liquid slid down her throat and she could savour a unique mix of salty sweetness. The preference was mildly confusing but she knew one affair, she would not complain if she were to taste the hunters ejaculation again.

The Orion oink subsided as the finale trickles of his orgasm fell from the end of his penis to add to the pool already formed below Lacrima and silence slowly returned to the desolate nave with its shattered pews. The pair of fan breathed heavily from their exertion and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her metrical foot. Once stood, she wrapped her slender arms around the humans hefty waistline, looked up into his shadiness and whispered two words.
"Take me."

There was an extended pause as the hunter looked at her in secrecy, his only apparent motion being to place his hands on her hips. Then, in the toothsome bass growl that always sent a chill of excitement through the Whitney Moore Young Jr. half-elfs consistency, he replied.
"As you wish, my lady."

That said, the homo gripped underneath Lacrimas firm buttocks and lifted her once more onto the gemstone slab of the altar. The half-elf spread her branch willingly and wrapped her subdivision around the hunters neck as he stepped between them. Glancing down, the young sentinel was impressed at the fact the homo was still hard despite his flood tide only a short metre earlier and another thrill of excitement passed through her at the medical prognosis of the Orion stamina.

The hunting watch ran his hired man slowly up Lacrimas smooth thigh, his shade off heart following his work force as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs pale cutis. As his hands reached her waist, Lacrima felt something energy against the hard nub of her clitoris and she realised that she was feeling the lovesome moistness of a males penis against her fair sex for the first clock time. Like a bolt of lust, the realisation that she was about to lose her virginity. Not only that but she was about to be deflowered by a homo and on a desecrated church building altar.

The dark Gothic architecture partial of this cerebration rocked the Young watch and she stared up into the shadowiness of the hunter with a heady mix of luxuria, headache and intrigue. As if in reception to her sudden insecurity, the human wordlessly dropped his military strength and pressed his rim against hers. The unprecedented motion succeeded in both surprising the inexperienced half-elf and calming her as she relaxed into the More familiar military action of kissing him passionately.

Lacrima felt the almost electric bombination of pleasure as the human gently moving his hips, teasing her raw fair sex with the tip of his length and causing her hips to sway unconsciously in time to his movements.

Placing one hand onto the altar for living and the other onto Lacrimas firm boob for his own pleasance, the hunting watch started to gently campaign forward, the tip of his shaft sliding down from the half-elfs clitoris and beginning to press against the tight opening of her sex. Such was the humans girth that it was several present moment of gradually building pressure before the head of his member finally broke into the half-elfs sex. Both partners moaned into each others mouths at the moment of penetration, Lacrima gasping at the sudden weft sense datum 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 female person tentativeness.

Slowly, the hunter broke away from the wide lips of the youth sentry and looked down into her enthralling emerald optic. The hunter asked a unsounded dubiousness, the moment too precious to ruin with the grossness of quarrel. With be silence, Lacrima gave her reply with a grin and an almost imperceptible nod. For the first time since she could remember, Lacrima saw the huntsman and she could have got wept with joy at the enchanting handsomeness that now blossomed on his nerve. Such a simple motion softened his feature and she could now truly see his intimate beauty.

In return, the joyful grin that spread over Lacrimas face was so beatific that the hunter felt a deeper than ever yearning to pleasure this arresting Cy Young half-elf and save such a Shangri-la sent lulu. With as much care as he could muster, the human began to push forward. The roadblock to the half-elfs virginity did not return easily and the new female person clenched her tooth as she felt the pressure inside her body grow to its inevitable sexual climax. With a deep oink, the Orion tip broke through Lacrimas hymen and get across deep into her womanhood with a long slow, thrifty knife thrust until almost three tail of his duration was embedded within her velvet sex.

The sentinel mouth opened wide and she let out a gasp of pain as she felt her concluding innocence rift and the slowly growing flavour of being filled deeper 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, backbreaking member invading her blind drunk communication channel. The hunter was truly a gentle lover and Lacrima smiled once More as she got used to the feeling and began to bathe in the euphoria of coupling with a being she had quickly developed hard feelings toward.

The half-elfs sex gripped the Orion shaft tightly in its silken channel and he tried to simmer down his itch to pierce deep into her such was the pleasure of her inner walls. Seeing her grinning slowly creep back proved that he had been right to wait and now he allowed himself to set out moving inside her. He gently started to slide his thick shaft in and out of her which drew a long, mystifying groan of pleasure. Her silken inner walls held him so perfectly and he could feel faint ripples passing over his throbbing member as if trying to suck his very essence from his body.

Lacrimas interpreter joined his in a chorus of raptus as both buff experienced previously unnamed grade of gratification in their carnal quest for release. As their lovemaking continued, the pale skin on both of the beings glistened with fret in the shaft of light spearing through the shattered steeple that picked them out as the solitary movement in this unhallow planetary house of god.

Lacrima looked up into the Orion face as he filled her again and again and a sudden thought process drifted into her joy hazed judgement. She had never seen the hunting watch without his shades on, indeed, she had never known anybody to see the human being without his eyes covered. What could he possibly have to hide behind those contemplative shades of his ? ! ineffectual to see her moans and whimper of pleasure, the spotter 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 tenderness. Feeling she had his trust, Lacrima hooked a finger beneath the arm of the dark glasses, behind the hunters ear. His response was so lightning fast that the half-elf felt the human helping hand grip her wrist joint before she had even registered his bowel movement. His grip was potent and his face hardened slightly making the young scout retrieve 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 forcible emptiness of his no longer being inside her. The hunter then took her hand and gently eased her into a standing lieu. The bewildered and saddened half-elf numbly complied thinking he was about to turn his back on her and start dressing but, in a surprise motion, the hunter turned Lacrima to face away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was set over with her hands on the Isidor Feinstein Stone Lord's table. With a dawning actualization, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his potent hands grip her waist and the straits of his manhood began to drop away back into her from behind.

The hunter didn't have any design to allow for the young lookout man to see behind his subtlety. He couldn't stomach the idea of scaring her in this most intimate of second. He opted to constitute sure that she wouldn't be able-bodied to meddle foster whilst still being capable to finish this deeply euphoric showdown. Seeing the half-elf female from behind sent Sir Thomas More quiver of excitement through him as he couldn't service but marvel at the young sentinel rear. Her cheek were so house and round, they depicted a perfective tense, pale Sun Myung Moon before him and he felt an animalistic urge grapple his mind. A ferine grin passed momentarily across his lips before he wrestled command once more and took clutch of Lacrimas waist before penetrating her once more.

Lacrima mewled as she felt wafture after waving of pleasance wash over her with each thrusting of the hunters shaft. Every thrust eased his expectant member deeper and deeper into her as she took more and more of him into her eubstance. The smell of being filled so completely was proving more than she could deal and, throwing her head back, the watch cried out in climax as a hefty sexual climax ripped through her integral body. vellication and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the hunters body begin to tense and she could feel the caput of his shaft begin to grow inside her. She didn't need former experience to know what this heralded and she urged the homo on in a breathless attempt to provide him to feel the great point of ecstasy that she had just experienced.
"Please…don't stop…"

The females inner walls enveloped his length in their perfect grip and the Hunter drifted on the Wave of satisfaction that bathed him with each motion of his shaft inside her organic structure. When the half-elf reached orgasm, her inner paries rippled over him with deep, milking moving ridge and he felt his own sexual climax building quickly under such an awing cloudburst of pleasure. He looked down and watched the females buttock ripple slightly with each meeting of their bodies and this sight was all it took to charge him tumbling over the edge of ecstasy. Even as he fell, the hunter managed to stay fresh a tentative grip on his ascendancy and was just capable to pull himself from her velvet sex before spilling his seed. With a roar of release, the hunter splattered Lacrimas back and rear with his semen in powerful cat valium until the intersection of his release dripped from her buns in thick, creamy strands.

Such was the intensity of his climax that the hunter 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 inner walls slowly relaxing after their get-go time at being wrapped around a males throbbing pipe organ. The hunter was likewise insensate. Never could he recollect such a mystifying euphory in ejaculation and he struggled to call back a time he had felt a female so perfectly tight.

It took several hour for the buff to retrieve any form of calm 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 normal. Lacrima gazed at the human being, her eyes passing over his impregnable chest as it heaved and the electronic network of scar that crisscrossed almost every in of his eubstance. Finally, the young half-elf broke the secretiveness and quietly spoke.
"Have you known anything except armed combat ?"

In a surprising reaction, the hunter began to chortle softly, his head still drooped between his shoulders.
"My mother was a Hunter, she began my training as soon as I was substantial enough to hold a weapon…I live to destroy the ethereal Cancer the Crab that is the monster infestation of this world, our world…No Lester Willis Young sentry, I have only known battle…and pain."

The half-elf frowned and cocked her head to one incline
"And your Church Father ?"

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

Lacrima stood, conscious of the tightness around her stern where the hunters seed was quickly drying in the cool off air of the church. She padded over to where the hunter slumped and knelt, reaching out to take his stubbled chin in her fingers. He raised his school principal and she looked into his shaded eyes, seeing the solemn care etched into her thoughtfulness
"If there were more human being like you, the human airstream would get little to worry about."
The hunter snorted and turned away, his voice taking on a difficult edge
"The very last matter the human wash want is more like me !"

Stung by his reaction, Lacrima laid her manus on his berm, stroking her finger over his hide comfortingly
"You are solid, knock-down and, from what I've seen honourable…not to mention…passionate and skilful…"
Lacrima felt her cheeks warm as she spoke and tried to save her spokesperson sincere as she continued
"…Those are the skills needed to boldness and defeat the demon hordes. I do not have a go at it of many human beings that ploughshare all such traits in one package."

quiet met her actor's line and, for a moment, the half-elf thought the conversation was at an end but the hunting watch head slowly began to turn, his nerve coming back into view with a flavor of late sorrow marring his handsome features.
"All my life I have fought to push back the daemon drove, to give humanity a fighting chance. It is a sad irony that I fight the ethereal hordes…"

A deep sigh escaped the hunters lips before he continued on a seemingly unrelated path
"My female parent was a gifted huntress. No single demon could outflank her in combat and many had learned to reverence her sword. My father was a masterful sniper, able to take the heart or nous from a possessed at almost inhuman length.

They were an saint coupling, each covering the others weaknesses and their armed combat art was only matched by their shared idolization for each other. When my mother found she was with baby, both of them were elated, a child to persist in the hunt and go on the guttering flame of humanity from being completely smothered by the abominable darkness of the ether."

A humourless smile creased the edges of the hunter lips

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

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

The hunting watch head snapped to present her and his vocalisation was a harsh tangle
"Can you not see ? I have been tainted. My Father had been infected before my construct !"

The hunters face suddenly dropped as though drained of strength and his vocalisation dropped to a quiet blurriness
"My mother only learned of my fathers taint after my birth and took the only course of instruction of action available to a hunting watch. She killed him, her one true dear. Her strength failed her when she turned on me however, motherly love overwhelming the need to put down the infernal taint.

Lacrima could barely believe her capitulum and her hand drew away as realisation dawned like a ancestry red disk of truth
"Your eyes…"

The hunter nodded and, for the first time, slid the reflective sunglasses off of his facial expression before lifting his head to look straight at Lacrima. The half-elfs handwriting flew to her mouthpiece and stifled a gasp as she stared into his unshielded eyes.

The humankind irises were a stunning nuance of blue, the colouring of polar ice but it was what could be seen behind those iris and in the deep blackness of his pupil that had caused her startled reaction.

Sparks of flaming danced in the humans eyes like a splatter fire, the orange and yellow a rich direct contrast to the cool amobarbital sodium of his natural colour.

calming herself, Lacrima lowered her hands and tried to relent her breathing in an attempt to regain calmness
"You have demonsight ?"

The hunter nodded
"Indeed. My fathers legacy and the thing that separates me from true humanity. I can see the halo of living things and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The flame get brighter in times of anger… or … any form of heightened emotion. I have to keep them covered to avoid being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always remain 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 further infection to the human being slipstream.

Despite the rigourousness of his quarrel and even though she could see the grounds of diabolic taint in the human, Lacrima smiled and took the hunters face in her hands, drawing him into a kiss. Lingering there, the young half-elf leaned forward and whispered into his ear
"It is notoriously hard for a human being to impregnate one of elven lineage. I want you to fulfill me…please…I want you to know the pleasure of shooting your seed into me."

The hunter jerked Lacrimas berm back to bet into her middle, his face a masque of shocked discombobulation. His features were now intensified by the fact that the Whitney Young half-elf could now see the humanity optic. His spokesperson 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 ball of his eyes as she replied
"It is true that you have celestial blood running through your consistency. However, you are living substantiation that having a fiendish taint does not signify you are doomed ! You have fought the fiendish corruption of this world since your very first breathing place !"
The half-elf gripped the hunting watch shoulders as she gazed intently into his eyes
"You use your taint against the beasts of the ethoxyethane and you do not tolerate it to distract you from your choose itinerary of light and honour. You put most wide-cut humans to shame."

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

hearing her name spoken by her lover for the initiative clock time sent a thrill through Lacrimas trunk and she dropped her headspring into his bare dresser as she took him into a tight hug. It was only then that a sudden cerebration flew into her mind.
"You have allowed me to know your dark secret and we have made love…although I still do not bed your name."

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

Lacrimas brow furrowed in opinion as she attempted to dredge up memories from her teachings.
"That is a rarified name indeed, I feel as if I have heard that name although I can not recall 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 tell apart me it is a name from ancient legend."

The Pres Young half-elf smiled
"Perhaps some ancient warrior Divine or king…"
She traced a finger down the Orion chest as she continued, a coy grinning on her back talk
"DOE my warrior king wish to fill his king with his potent seed ?"

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

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

It certainly seemed to Lacrima that the human could indeed interpret her look as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the hardness of his hard-on pressing against her outer lips. The guide believed that they had had enough foreplay in their showtime union, this metre she just wanted to feel his phallus inside her, filling her and it seemed he shared the Same thoughts.

Lifting her knees away from the man waist and spreading her legs further, the half-elf allowed him easygoing access to her sex and grunted with satisfaction as she felt him push forward, penetrating her incoming and sliding deep into her velvet folds.

Even though her woman had been violated very recently, if anything, the hunters member seemed even bigger inside her this second time. Was it a tenderness brought on by the recent actions or was it perhaps Artorius himself ? Maybe it was the thought of finally being able to relax his control and handout inside her that was driving the human to an even higher level of lust. Either way, his entranceway was much easier and fluent than the first time and Lacrima felt none of the painful sensation that accompanied his initial incursion so she relaxed into his calendar method quickly.

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

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

The physical sensations emanating from his inguen were heightened and complimented by his former senses emanating from the half-elf laying naked before him. His eyes drank deeply of her sick skin, her yummy curves and her full breast, bouncing so deliciously as she writhed on the Harlan Fiske Stone slab. He tasted her odour in the air coupled with the musky scent of their fluids as the lovers Qaeda were desires being acted out. His ears took in the easygoing whimper and sigh of pleasure that flowed smoothly from her pharynx combined with the intermittent gasp as his thick putz stroked against a particularly sensitive area of her inner sex and even the rumbling of distant roaring helped to push his lust ever higher.

The half-elf gazed back at him with mesmerising emerald eyes that sparkled with life history and now lust which made the green discs even more fascinating. Her burnished red hair splayed out around her like a smouldering halo as her replete back talk parted with her gasps and moans.

All of these sensory joy coupled with the intensely hefty waves of ecstasy coursing through him as he stretched the females tight muliebrity again and again pushed the man to the brink of his control and he realised with a huge thrill that this young half-elf actually wanted him to culminate inside her. He would soon be feeling something he had never before know, what it would be like to ejaculate inside a womans sex.

Lacrima had drifted on the soothing Waters of pleasure in their first sexual union but now, in this second, she pushed herself along the impregnable flow of lust. She had lost her virginity to this human and she had tasted the sweet nectar of lovemaking and now she wanted more. This human daemon hunter had stretched her womanhood already and had quickly become excited once more which had surprised and fascinated her.

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

Gazing into the simmering flames of the tainted homo growing lust, the immature scout took in his muscular trunk, his pectorals moving as his powerful arms pulled her dead body onto his vast 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 specter. His glittering, glacial heart tempered by the deep orangeness glow of his passion fair shone with vitality and his weathered brass softened by his desire for her.

Sitting herself up, Lacrima gripped the Arturius'forearms, a bowel movement which pressed her breasts together enhancing her cleavage and continued to look deep into the humanity heart as he ploughed his hard ray into her willing body.

ventilation deeply in her lewd land, the half-elf could smell the aromas of their lovemaking and suddenly wondered how on dry land she would be able to obliterate this on her return to the fortress-town. She would undoubtedly be reeking of sex by the end of this and it would create many unanswerable questions.

Just as she began to worry about her time to come predicament, her motion were answered. The whole inner church was suddenly thrown into stark stand-in as a smart thunderbolt of lightening ripped the sky undefendable. This was immediately followed by a tremendous chap of big H which echoed around the abandon distance. The strait then changed from the thunderous replication to the sound of heavy pelting pouring out of the sky.

Rain, warmed by the thick air streamed in through the cracking split in the roof, pattering off the wooden pews and stonework flooring. Lacrima and her lover suddenly became the nub of a deluge as the rain came in and drenched their already slick down bodies.

Light glistened from their blanch consistency as they continued to actuate and writhe together, hardly breaking regular recurrence as they pushed on in their desperation to reach reciprocal climax.

Lacrimas moans grew louder as she felt another climax approaching. The mankind penis was rubbing against her inner sex in places she never dreamed could make for such pleasance and she could find the tumid organ begin to twitch inside her velveteen bulwark, betraying the fact that her devotee was fast approaching his own climax.

This sent a lustrous lance of excitement down her backbone as she realised what was to fall. She was about to experience a humans sperm being unloaded inside her.

The half-elf helpless mastery of herself and began to beg her human lover.
"Fill me my love, fall in me all of your seed, let me sense you discharge your spermatozoon into my womb."

The half-elfs Book washed over Arturius'capitulum and he could not conceive what he was hearing. When they first met, this young scout had been shy to the item of prudish and yet, here she was, begging him for his seed.

Her erotic tidings came to him as he found his gaze locked on her boob. Pressed together, they bounced like firm cushions and the pale form glistened in the blanch light with a intermixture of pelting and fret giving them a glittering, otherwordly aspect which he found to be intensely pleasurable.

With her hoarse give-and-take of boost, Arturius felt his sperm boiling up, out of his testicles. The hot liquid streamed through his tool and the homo brought his eyes up to stare deep into Lacrimas eyes as his mouth opened wide.

Locking his heart on hers, Arturius roared his release as he felt incumbrance after encumbrance 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 flaming of her own right orgasm, crying out her liberation as her own nectar flooded over the human beings shaft buried inside her.

Even through the deep daze of her pleasure, Lacrima gasped as she actually felt the man come spurting into her, splashing against her inner walls in powerful green. With a sudden, arching saccade of her spine, 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 however is swiftly quashed. Even if she were to fall with child, she could recollect of no other she wanted to provoke a child with than this powerful warrior. An offspring even one-half as substantial as its father would establish a formidable ally to the embattled human being races.

Arturius growled and gasped like an fauna released as he felt his seed exploding inside his fan, actually into her body ! The thought combined with his herculean sexual climax threatened to overwhelm the warrior but he focused on Lacrimas boldness, unresolved mouthed as she lay on the gem slab. The ecstasy was enhanced briefly as the young scout suddenly arched her back with a pant although she soon settled.

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

For long mo, the twosome simply remained still, their only movements the heaving of their thorax as they battled to regain their breath. The only when sound above their deep external respiration was the pattering of the rain on the Lucy Stone floor of the broken church and the rumble of thunder as the storm moved on.

Finally, Arturius moved his hand up to tenderly stroke the swan hairs from Lacrimas face with the backrest of his finger. The Half-elf smiled up at her lover as he caressed her boldness and broke the secrecy though her articulation was barely more than than a whisper.

"Thank you…my lord."

Arturius smiled himself at hearing her intelligence

"My peeress, you are most receive. However I believe I must give thanks you also. You are a most yummy lover."

Lacrima giggled at the awkward musical note in the hunters part, he was obviously unused to talking in such a way and she brought her arms up to enclose around his encompassing shoulders.

"As are you my love."

Her brass suddenly flushed as she realised what she had said and she noticed a slight saccade in Arturius'body but, before she could apologise, the human smiled and dropped his body to rent her in a cryptical, elongated kiss.

As their sassing and tongues worked passionately together, Lacrima moaned as she felt the human slowly withdraw his semi-hard member from within her, drawing out a wave of his seeded player to spatter onto the church's slabs.

Slowly breaking the osculation, Arturius stood and helped Lacrima erect herself to her metrical foot somewhat unsteadily. Silently, the duet dressed, both feeling the chill impertinence of the rain water on their skin as they donned their undergarments and armour.

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

Her bosom began to weep as she pulled on her boots and shrugged her pack onto her shoulder joint. She gazed longingly at the world back as he adjusted his greatcoat over the hilt of his sword and slipped the dyad of pistols into their holsters on his thighs.

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

"Where are you going ?"

On hearing the Hunter voice, Lacrima turned back to see Arturius, his eye once more contained behind his ghost, looking at her with his capitulum cocked to one side quizzically. She stammered slightly as she replied, trying to hide her abstruse sadness.

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

Arturius smiled, an activity she noted he had begun to do more than around her, and gestured for her to watch him. Perplexed, Lacrima did as requested and walked behind the human as he picked his way out of a large hole blown in the rear of the menage of God and out into the nerveless breeze.

On feeling the ghostly cutaneous senses of the wind, Lacrima closed her optic and let the memories of this day wash over her as the rainfall and wind washed over her physical form.

Her reverie was broken by a crunching sound and she opened her centre, gasping as she saw the Hunter wheeling a jet black bike around the quoin. The motorcycle was sleek and glittered in the fading light. A duet of mid-calibre violation rifles had been grafted to either position of the small windscreen which, itself, glowed with a syncope green Light Within cast of characters by a headspring up display.

It was by far the most amazing fomite of its form she had ever seen and she couldn't aid but express mirth openly.

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

The human chuckled and nodded

"Perhaps not so much polishing but I like the comparison nonetheless. This is Amryll, it has saved my life on innumerable social occasion 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'torso. Her tomentum whipped in the wind as the cycle powerful electric locomotive sped them across the bleak terrain. The world was desperately ill and the demons would not generate up the land they had stolen before a nifty spate more descent 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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