HUNTER & PREY

Lacrima picked her way through the junk and junk of the broken town. Barely a few calendar month before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a endure outpost of the dwindling human being subspecies. Now it lay decimated, unresolved to the bleak skies like an eviscerated cadaver.
The half-elf scouted the area alone, checking for signs of biography or, more importantly, sign of the zodiac of demonic infestation. Her sharp eyes scanned the wrecking of each building intently, the deep Green of her irises glittering in the fleet spark like emeralds on an ornate blade hilt.

She wore the standard effect slate Zane Grey jumpsuit and black consistence armour that designated her as a soldier in the Terran rebellion corps. Being a watch, Lacrima carried a more compendious version impulse rifle and the jumpsuit was a miserly fit to provide almost silent movement. The chummy Grey material clung to her slim, lithe body, rippling as her brawny leg muscles propelled her through the terrain like a prowling feline on the Richard Morris Hunt for fair game.

Lacrima moved stealthily, her long years of preparation and combat experience making her movements fluid, almost feline. Her slender SHAPE stalked the shadows, a specter in lookup of prey on a desolate landscape. A spark breeze ghosted through the empty-bellied streets like the last, racking breath of a dying man and it stirred the bass auburn pilus that hung in loose curls down Lacrimas back in a long ponytail that reached midway down her shoulders.

Her patrol took her toward the core of what remained of the town and the church at its essence. The ancient structure that once cut an imposing silhouette now lay broken. The spire that had once stood proud in its benefaction and aura to the vault of heaven had been destroyed completely. All that remained were snapped rafters jutting toward the heavens like the dried, demote ribs of the town's chest.

Lacrima approached the once enceinte master entrance to the Christian church, gaping wide assailable like a bass wound. Its doorway had been ripped from their hinges and used as Sir Henry Joseph Wood to burn the few that had survived the devil attack in a pyre to their fell lord. Lacrimas nose wrinkled as an vile sense of smell reached her nostrils and she was certain she could still smack the burning frame of those unfortunate person as she entered the threshold of the church, the stench forever tainting the very air that twisted and eddied in the light breeze.

The young half-elf darted into the once holy place and began her hunting of the desolate internal space when she froze suddenly. Her penetrative middle had spotted motion and she knelt silently behind the splintered cadaver of a pew to respect the scene before her with a sense of wonderment.

The one known as the hunter was knelt beside the churches altar. He was knelt in a syndicate of light that was cast through the tattered remains of a large stained glass windowpane. The man had stripped his theme song leather greatcoat and Black person eubstance armour to queer his upper torso. The warriors tegument was pale, a common mark of those that lived under the burned sky that now hung over the worlds diseased landscape painting and his body was coated in a thin shininess of sweat that glittered in the vaguely fragmentize ray of light. Lacrimas skin tone was closer to that of her Elven kin making it paler still than even this hunters and this emphasised the freckles on her nose and upper cheeks and the young half-elf felt the warmheartedness of a faint flush which she knew would only realize them endure out even more. The hunter had his right arm rested on a smash plinth beside the altar and he appeared to be sewing a recondite cut that ran most the length of his speed arm.

The humans muscles flexed and bulged with pain as the acerate leaf pierced his flesh and, although the scene before her was gruesome, Lacrima could not help but regain a certain joy from seeing this half naked human.

At 43 years old, Lacrima was considered a untested adult within her race, the combining weight of a human girl just out of her teens. This combined with the near constant training and engagement meant that Lacrima had never had prison term to think much about male and she had never touched a males dead body except for when she was sparring or treating wounds. Now, crouched silently in her hiding position, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The mans consistence was in puzzle physical consideration, his rippling belly and large arm brawniness sending unfamiliar frisson of pleasure through the half-elf's slender organic structure.

Despite her scrap senses screaming in protest, the Edward Young soldier felt compelled to prompt closer and, breaking cover at a crouch, she silently, crept closer to the hunter as a moth would draw close to a undimmed flaming. She could not explain her hullabaloo or the want to approach but somehow, she just wanted to be closer to him and to gaze upon his from with unspoiled detail.

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors bowel movement in just detail and stifled a grin as she realised he was evidently not a trained trefoil. The hunters stitches were neat and pie-eyed but he was moving at a slow and careful pace as one with knowledge but trivial experience would do. He had obviously read or seen how to perform field medication but had not had much practice and it was made infinitely harder by having to do it on himself.

Such was Lacrima's tending to the muscled human that she momentarily forgot the instruction of stealth and accidently kicked a belittled piece of fallen masonry, sending it skittering across the marbled trading floor. The hunter's chemical reaction was quick and lightning fast. Combat reflexes that had been honed over unnumberable battles snapped his hand down to the nearest weapon, a pistol that had lay out of Lacrima's plenty, behind the rock 'n' roll on which he had rested his spite arm and brought the sidearm up to point at the source of the strait."display yourself."This was the first time Lacrima had ever heard the human speak and she was taken aback as to how deep and resonant it was, echoing around the desolate church in commanding, freshwater bass waves.

The half-elf intruder did not affect from her place hidden behind a bench, frozen like a frightened rabbit in a set of vivid, masculine headlights. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the demon hunters'weapon was aimed directly at her. The huntsman's vocalization sounded once more, this time dropping to a dangerously quiet degree that nevertheless carried a weighty tone of venom."I know you skulk in the shadower, now step where I can see you or I will commit you back to the cursed spawning pit that birthed you."

Slowly, as if afraid that she would be shot at the slightest bm, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched billet behind a tattered pew and stood, head bowed slightly like a school tike caught by a tutor. prospicient moments passed as the hunter appeared to meditate her silently from beneath the gunmetal shadowiness that he was never seen without. Lacrima felt a sudden chill and a sense of nakedness passed like a quiver down her spine. It was as if the human was looking through her, seeing past her physical form to study her inner being. This highly uncomfortable tactual sensation was only accented by the spate of the pistol that was pointed at her head.

After what was likely only a mo but, what felt like an age to Lacrima, the hunter stood and descended the steps from the communion table dais, onto the filthy marble of the churches independent floor. His movements were slow but fluid, resembling a predator approaching its quarry. Despite the obvious danger to her individual, Lacrima could not help oneself but notice his figure. The man was easily close to six feet marvelous and she was drawn to the way the guiding light from the broken windowpane shimmered from his pale pelt and threw the musculature of his body into an ever changing landscape painting of light and fantasm. The shooting iron never once strayed from Lacrima, dead on target proof of this Hunter martial art.

The huntsman approached Lacrima in muteness and the half-elf felt unable to displace or speak, somehow held in a enchantment by this human. All she could do was suffer and expect her fate, her emerald eye watching the now dim Light reflect from his defenseless upper body which seemed to accent his already impressive musculature, and wonder why she felt such conflicting emotions of fright and another, more discombobulate feeling…was it desire ? !

The hunter came to a halt a grudge of paces 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 clock time without the dangerous malice but a note of wariness still rang through its trench tones.
"I have seen no natural process in this place for several Clarence Day now."

As he approached this trespasser, the hunter appraised the likely scourge. It was certainly man or of a mechanical man race. It wore the uniform of a Rebel scout and was female judging by the way the armour had been shaped around the bureau area.
As he got closer, he could make out more than details and he began to think this was no assaulter. The being stood before him was a half-elf, one of the new race that had emerged after the initial demon encroachment of Terra. This specimen was around average height for one of her airstream, around 5'6"and slender. Her hair was a striking tad of red, pulled back in a tight ponytail although a few stray strands framed her almost ghostly pale nerve. With a slim kick of realisation, the human came to note that this accentuated the female already considerable beauty.

nigh half-elves took on the elegant, sharp lineament of their elven parent but this one had much softer facial features. The almost translucent pale skin of her slender face had a goodly, porcelain suaveness and was broken only by a set of freckles that ran across her cheeks and minuscule, release olfactory organ. Her pointed spike and replete, sick lips gave her an exotic, alluring facial expression, greatly accented by her coloured putting green eyes and it was into these emerald orb that the hunter found himself gazing. The female person optic glittered with an energy and intelligence that he had rarely encountered and the man felt long repressed flavor stirring deep within his mind.

Lacrima saw swooning confusedness flickering over the humans face in his eyebrows and sassing and she wondered what must be going on in the hunting watch mind. So preoccupied was she with this turn of issue coupled with her own confused emotions that she almost jumped out of her skin when the warrior spoke again.
"What brings you to this country soldier ?"

The huntsman vox still carried an almost ingrained air of authority but the scout could detect a thawing of his tone and she attempted to cover her reverence by throwing a veil of confidence over her flustered state. Squaring her shoulders, she stood before the human being, and fixed him with what she hoped was a nonchalant glare.
"The same could be asked of you sir."
Her financial statement met silence and the offspring scout decided to stay
"A number of scouts have been sent from outpost Dacorum Theta to evaluate if this area is dependable for reclamation. The demons appear to suffer slaked their thirst for origin here and moved on."

The hunter nodded slightly but said nothing and Lacrima was left with the queasy sense that he was analysing everything she said, searching for any falsehoods. Silence ensued as the two seemed to assess each other. In the heavy quiet, Lacrima found her gaze meandering over the muscular torso of the hunting watch and she felt very unusual stirrings within her, it certainly felt like desire but why ? She had only ever seen this human from a aloofness and never spoken to him so why should she palpate anything but curio for this lone demon stalker.

As she tried to impel her route of cerebration onto a different track, her green eyes settled on his wounded arm. The Half-Elf had heard many a rumour about this homo, he was a loner and little was truly known of his background or design. All that was really known was his ability and desire to destroy demons wherever he encountered them. This is my opportunity perhaps, Lacrima thought to herself. Perhaps I could find out Sir Thomas More about this human and gear up a theme back to the council. The rebellion council were extremely occupy as to how one man could pull through so long in the wildernesses and cursed plains. Any information she could gleam from him could demonstrate vital for future plans.

After taking a few, calming hint, the half-elf softened her face slightly, taking on what she hoped was a convincing mask of a come to human face. Lacrima then adopted a quieter, favorable look as she addressed the Hunter once more.
"Your combat injury looks cryptical, would you like to see one of our therapist ? It is not a great distance to Dacorum…"
There was a here and now hesitancy as, suddenly, an image flashed into her thinker eye of her small hands stroking the raw skin of the muscular mankind arm her pale hand on the smooth, ardent flesh as it glittered in a kitty of brightness. She could almost feel the resoluteness of his muscle on her fingertips. The heady charge of blood to her cheeks caught Lacrima off safety and it took try not to heave with surprise. Quickly trying to re-centre her thoughts, Lacrima managed to carry on unsteadily.
"..Or…perhaps…allow me to help you ?"

An awkward silence followed with the huntsman remaining atmospherics as if he hadn't even heard the young scouts'Son. The suspension allowed Lacrimas mind to run riot with images of her touching this pale, muscular branch. Her skin tingled as her nous tried to hearten what this warriors body would feel like to her touchy touch and this sent an intense flood of emotions through the young half-elf forcing her to draw on her inner lastingness in a heroic endeavour to not careen back from the genial bombardment. Such was the intensity of the look-alike, Lacrima found herself panting faintly and, with a sudden thrust of actualisation, she knew she was blushing deeply.

Dim light that filtered through the ruined windows and capable roof, catching the pensive surfaces of the Orion shades. The human stood before the guide like a statue of antediluvian times. I marble carven warrior king, stripped to the waist and battle scarred. The poetic mental imagery did cypher to serve Lacrimas fluster res publica and, when the Hunter finally did speak, even his quiet shade caused her to jump in surprisal at the sudden shattering of silence.
"No, no healers."
Another short suspension and this fourth dimension, the jar had sharpened the young guide senses and she could detect a feint note of mental confusion on the hunters stoic features. Was he thinking similar persuasion of her ? ! His head flicked to look down at his wound and he brought his arm up to allow tightlipped inspection.

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

After a few moments, the Hunter came to a conclusion and lowered his arm, fixing the young female in his regard once more and Lacrima hoped she didn't look as flustered as she felt. The hunter spoke and, for the first time since their get together several minutes before, she detected a billet of kindness in his interpreter. It was very feint but it was there nonetheless.
"It may prove useful if you could aid me. You are trained in field medicine ?"

Lacrima nodded dumbly, ineffectual to take shape Good Book and hoped it would be enough. After a long moment, the hunting watch nodded in return, a slow up, short movement and turned away from her, heading toward the dais steps.
Taking this as a mute invitation to follow, Lacrima fell in behind. As she walked, Lacrima allowed her gaze to cast 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 had virtually no fat on his eubstance which allowed Lacrima to see the musculature of his back. She watched the lowly muscle around his spine sliding back and Forth River with his pace and the vauntingly, impressive muscleman of his shoulders as his branch swayed at his face. The scout looked over his physical body and felt a warmth in the base of her breadbasket as her optic took in his slim down waistline and broad shoulders. This truly was an first-class specimen of masculinity. The only thing marring the range of a function was the DoS of the human's cutis. His backbone was a latticework of scars, near healed but a few stood out an angry red potential making them freshman and Lacrima found herself building a new level of obedience and curiosity for this lone warrior. She would possess to ask for more about these lesion when the fourth dimension spring up.

Mounting the footstep to the communion table plinth, the hunter led the half-elf to the position she had first encountered him beside the smashing, Stone slab. There she found the world armour and equipment laid out in almost perfectly straight lines, not a single item out of office. The young scout stifled a giggle on seeing such tidiness. She had no idea a warrior of such stature and obvious attainment also lived a liveliness burdened with Oppressive Compulsive disorderliness !

"Something amuses you ?"
Startled, Lacrima snapped her capitulum up and realised with a startle that she was once more in the human being shaded regard. She had had no idea she had been smiling outwardly and took on a sheeplike expression.
"My apology sir, I meant no offence. It is just not often I encounter a male with such…order."
A pause ensued and the new scouts heart dropped as she feared she had annoyed the hunter and blown any opportunity for knowledge. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her ticker sing. For the first off time since their meeting, the hunter smiled. It was a brief curling of the rim accompanied by a agile expiration resembling a snort of amusement but it was enough to bring a beaming grinning the female's back talk.
"Indeed my gentlewoman. My mother taught me well to organise myself in all things. An organized judgement is a potent weapon in battle she used to tell me."
The smile dropped from Lacrimas face at the warrior's use of past tense
"Your mother…she is ..."
"Dead. Yes."

Those words spoken, the Hunter turned and walked to the fallen slab where his med kit was laid out and sat down, looking down at his arm where, Lacrima realised, the needle was still embedded in his flesh where he had been stitching before her interruption.
The finality of his bowel movement gave evidence that his female parent death was a sore subject which was understandable. Nobody could take such an issue without great ruefulness but there was something about the severity of his turn of events and the look that flashed across his face before doing so that made the scout think that there was more to it than lifelike cause. She would perhaps initiate the subject when she had gained more of his trust.

Silently, the half-elf slipped into a crouch beside the hunters wound arm, taking it in her bridge player and gently cradling it while she took a closer inspection of the wound. Before she even touched him, Lacrimas head was getting fuzzy. The first thing that she took in was his scent which was unlike any Male before. well-nigh of the men she knew were soldiers in the insurgent corps and they smelled of sweat and dirt. This human had a sure muskiness to his scent but he didn't smell soiled, the perfume was also cut through with a fresh, almost flowered scent that sent the Brigham Young half-elf almost dizzy as she thought that this was how all straight men should smell.

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved hands felt the resolve of his muscles before the solace heating of his body penetrated through, heightening what the scout now realised was her arousal. Again, confusion rose in her judgement as she tried to penetrate how she could be having feelings like this, everything was incorrectly. These were opinion 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 blood and decimation. In an attack to take her head off her tingling gloomy realm, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A oceanic abyss laceration ran down a ripe distance of the hunter speed arm, almost perfectly slicing between his bicep and brachialis muscleman. The bout was ragged which made it improbable that it was a sword or sharp object that had done the terms and even through the warmheartedness of her steamy state, a chill ran down Lacrima's spine at the depth of the rip and she knew this must be causing a huge amount of pain to the homo despite his outwardly lull Department of State. She looked up quizzically
"How did this chance ? It is a truly smutty wound."
The hunting watch uttered a single Son that made the unseasoned female bite her lower lip with fright and business organization
"Daxzkepyl."
The word repeated in Lacrima's judgment, Daxzkepyl, an officeholder in the fiendish armies. This type of military officer was a horrendous amalgamation of man and crustacean, his independent weapon being a huge, armour plated claw that resembled that of a lobster or crab. To take down one of these abominations was hard for a squad of mortal, 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 toilsome and not before causing me this."
The huntsman gestured angrily at the outdoors wound as if such a beast didn't deserve to be capable to stimulate one such as him pain. Lacrima wondered at this warrior's soldierlike prowess and made a vow to herself to try and learn as often as possible about the battle. It would likely bear a wealthiness of tips on how to call for on the demons.

Examining the ripped form closer, Lacrima made sure the lesion was clean and jerk and then checked the hunter's stitching.
"stitching up a combat injury like this is unmanageable, especially if you're trying to do it alone."
Dropping his arm gently, Lacrima removed her baseball mitt to enable her to treat him properly and looked over his medical supplies, nodding slowly as she ran through the procedures out loud.
"Your med kit is well stocked sir. By the tone of it you have started well, injecting the blood-flow inhibiter to slow bleeding and, judging by the torn packaging, you have well sanitised the area."
Trying to buoy up the mood and cerebration he had begun to loose, Lacrima grinned
"You'll not give a seamstress I'm afraid judgement by the quality of your stitching though."
This scuttlebutt was rewarded with a oink of gaiety and a smile that completely changed the hunter's case. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually stern feature changed so completely into a mildness that melted her heart. 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 macrocosm in such a forsaken environment.

Smiling herself, Lacrima took up the hunter's arm once more, relishing the skin to skin contact and gently lay it on her genu so she could begin stitching properly. As gently as she could, the scout started to sew up the abstruse tear. Her education did her proud and the Edward Young scout deftly placed low stitches over the wounding, 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 needle though his flesh and her face fell in shock as realisation dawned.
"You haven't used any anaesthetic ? !"
The hunter shook his head but gestured for her to continue, only speaking after she had almost finished.
"feel bother is no problem to me. Helps me know I am still human."
Lacrima laughed incredulously
"Now what is that supposed to think of ?"
"When you have seen the distorted agony of a possess humans face as his body is re-structured from the inside, you quickly learn to treasure that lifespan isn't all bad. Pain livelihood me sharp."
Lacrima shook her chief with a smirk
"I do not empathise your logic sir for I have not seen such a thing and have no regard to. I for one will not reside until the very svelte demonic taint is cleansed from our earth."
"Oh really ?"
The look of the huntsman's voice caused Lacrima to look up from her workplace and she saw an odd formulation impulsion over his typeface like a passing breeze of ill capacity. This concerned her and she decided to conjure further, hoping she wasn't overstepping the mark.
"Is that not what you wish for ? A macrocosm free people of these abominations ?"
After a minute, the hunter began to nod slowly
"Indeed, freeing this human beings of the Hell spawn is of swell grandness to me. As to removing the merest taint…I think that will prove concentrated than you think young scout."
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the shade off centre of the man
"Please, call me Lacrima."
"Lacrima, that is a pleasant name…for a pleasant girl."
The actor's line caused the half-elf to beam openly as she tied up the final stitch.
"Why, good sir, I do consider you are flirting with me."
Suddenly, the hunter snatched his arm away from Lacrimas lap, turning his backbone on her.
"You are mistaken young Scout. You would do well to keep your distance from me. masses that get too close have a drug abuse of dying."
Lacrima controlled her traumatize surprise and reached out to lay a comforting script on the hunter's shoulder. She wanted to sustain him close, for both armed services and abruptly personal reasons.
"I am not afraid of risk my lord, I only wish to get a line from you. Your knowledge…"
"My knowledge is worth nil to you stagnant. Besides, you would not wish to know me !"
The military group of the hunter's tone shocked Lacrima and she felt a stab of trauma pride at his assumptions but she attempted to keep a soothing stage to her voice
"I am well trained and have combat experience, I can handle myself well. And I would very much like to have a go at it you better my lord."

Lacrima stopped suddenly. She had had no purpose of uttering those words and she felt suddenly bashful at her burst. She could finger the Orion's breathing deepen in the cause of his shoulder joint underneath her script and a sudden wave of desire washed through her, causing her to gently lay her free hand on his other shoulder in what she hoped was a calming way, hoping desperately to prevent him close, to palpate him.
"I do not claim to know anything of your background signal or lifestyle my lord but I would dearly wish for you to tell me of it."
As she spoke, Lacrima realised her hands had begun to unconsciously knead the warrior's shoulders. She also noticed he had not complained so she decided to keep on.

The half-elf's small-scale mitt moved delicately over the hunter's berm, squeezing the bunched muscles and straightening them with entitle wring of her finger's breadth. The move over the warm, business firm flesh brought a new wave of arousal to the young female person and she felt the field between her legs begin to tingle. Was this what desire really felt like ? The massage was evidently having an effect on the hunting watch also as he shifted his weight to create himself more comfortable. Taking the opportunity, Lacrima slid forward on her knees so she could be closer to this masculine human.

Pressing her armored organic structure to his cover, the half-elf Drew a deep breath, taking in the scent of the Hunter and noting the subtle change in his perfume. The musk she had smelled before was more striking and it was now overlaid with a precipitous odour. Was he becoming aroused also ?

The thinking drew scene of a wholly more dirty nature in Lacrimas minds eye and she felt the estrus in her cheeks intensify. Also, the tingle in her loins had given way to a wetness that she now felt between her leg. Her mind raced ‘ Oh master, I want him…but I have never been with a male, let alone a homo. What would he make of me if I did not delight him ?'

The young Lacrimas read/write head swum with possibility and lust began to flood her mind like a long held back tide. Shifting herself up, straightening her kneeling pegleg, Lacrima raised herself so she could see over his berm, the whole time her manus servicing his now relaxing shoulder joint. A small purr drifted from the back of the hunter's throat which Lacrima felt through the flesh of his articulatio humeri and this spurred her on to run a risk a interdict glance. Craning her neck opening slightly, Lacrima peered over the huntsman'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 big member but the bulge that distended the Negroid leather of the hunter's armed combat breeches hinted at an organ that was impressive even for one of his height and stature.

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

Her small hands caressed the knotted muscular structure of his shoulders with almost unerring accuracy, seeking out and straightening the sinew bunched and taught from long calendar month of fighting.

Such was the passion and feel of her touch that the warrior felt a subtle warmth spreading in his loins that he had long dismissed as obsolete. Just then, he felt the cool insistence of her armoured titty against his back as the young female person pressed her organic structure closer to his. This contact, combined with the soft, ghosting flow of her warm breath against his correct shoulder sent wave of delight straight to his groin and he felt long forgotten needs stirring deep within.

He heard a lenient gasp from his right wing and angled his head word slightly to glance over at the females'pretty face. The half-elf was biting her lip, a look that only served to enhance her already considerable beauty and the Hunter felt his physical structure flush with heating as his lecherousness for this young female began to blossom.

At that breaker point, Lacrima felt eyes upon her and turned her head to look into the Orion'shaded gaze. The two held that look for several moments, held still in the eternal space-time of blossoming desire.

As one, the head of the human and half-elf began a slow, inexorable movement toward each others. Their mouth parted slightly as they neared until, with a delicate slowness, the two duet finally met for a brief bit before parting again.

The hunter's shades hid his eye but Lacrima could feel the raw luxuria emanating from him as her emerald regard drank in his strong feature article and stubbled jaw. She knew total well that his prurient intentions were only matched by her own and she looked into the lens system with a blazing desire. The pair held each others gaze a short metre longer, each waiting for the others unspoken approval to continue. Then, silently, their lips met once more and remained in contact.

Lacrima's optic fluttered closed as her lips pressed against his, the aesthesis of kissing this human being a drug of such strong suit that she felt her head begin to whirl as, with unconscious movements, she moved her back talk against his in a prospicient, passionate buss.

liquid state rut flowed through him, filling his body with the flames of desire as he parted his lips against hers and allowed his glossa to gently caress the soundness of her lips. The flaming roared into a new level on feeling her rim percentage enough to allow her clapper to incite against his, gently stroking it with an intoxicating tenderness.

His script drifted up to gently fondle Lacrimas right cheek, stroking it tenderly with his thumb as they continued their deep kiss. Feeling the gentle touch, Lacrima allowed her hands to locomote down his chest, her fingertips tracing delicate lines down his pectorals to his well-formed abdomen.

The warmth of her digit on his pelt sent shudder of arousal through his body and the hunter's breathing quickened as his passionate kiss with the half-elf continued. Feeling her touch slither down his chest and onto his tum, he was overcome by a wave of lust and gripped Lacrima's wrist. The pathfinder eyes flew out-of-doors at the sudden feeling but they soon fluttered closed once More, this prison term with prediction as she felt him guiding her manus lower, toward the objective of her Holocene epoch desire.

Lacrima allowed her nous eye to picture the swell and gutter of the warrior's abdominal muscles as her pale hand was slew down his business firm soundbox. Her breathing quickened as her fingers touched over the waistband and belt, her lip pressing deeper into his as she settled herself down in the mouth to enable her to turn over his lower body. Her intimation then caught in her throat as she touched it.

Her fingertips stroked over a hard, thick bulge that pressed against the leather of his trousers and the young half-elf moaned into the human being's sassing with a satisfied purr. Pressing her thenar against the bulge, Lacrima started to slide her hand up and down the midst prick slowly, taking in the bend and inflexible callosity of the organ as she pleasured it.

The Hunter moaned in reply to her effort and the young scout allowed herself a flimsy smile as the pair held their lips locked together in a passion that only those that had abstained for years could fully appreciate.

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

His hand continued, across her articulatio humeri and down her arm, finally slipping underneath her human elbow and coming to rest over the upmost clasp of her body armour. The mentation that the human was about to get down stripping her sent a thrill through the half elf's body and her groan deepened into the Hunter's mouth.

With a muffled press stud, the grip came undone. This was followed soon after by the others and Lacrima felt the weight shift as her body armour hung beneath her stooping body. With a longing flicker of her tongue, Lacrima broke the dyad osculation and slipped the armour over her nous to let on the slate gray jumpsuit she wore beneath.

Turning back from dropping her armour, Lacrima found the Orion on his feet. Once more the young half-elf found herself marvelling at how the light from the shattered roof glistened from his pale skin giving him an almost airy calibre as his powerful arms reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without conscious exertion and she all but fell into his inviolable embrace. Throwing her pass back, the sentinel thrust her lips up to run across his once more and her arms wrapped around his firm waist in a passionate embrace.

The hunter wrapped his weapon around the half-elf's slender body and released himself to her Passion of Christ. He could smack her Thomas More clearly now the armour was removed and he enjoyed the way each of his locoweed was caressed by her brisk scent, her firm, slim trunk in his limb and the phone of her trunk moving as it was pressed to his along with the barely audible moans emanating from her throat.

Bringing one hand around, the hunter cupped one of the half-elf's chest, caressing it gently and delicately teasing the punishing nub of her pap with one of his finger. The distaff's breasts were very firm and pert with the teat pushing against the fabric of her jump suit as if trying to go bad costless of their material prison.

Slipping his hand further up her body, the Orion briefly caressed Lacrima's Kuki before moving to the zip at her neck opening, sliding it down and revealing her blench skin to his regard for the first 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 cleavage. The two pale orbs pressed together in the confines of their clothing.

Stopping the zip at her waist, the hunter could dissent no more and dipped his head, placing a series of kiss between her titty. Gasping with delectation, Lacrima rested her helping hand on the back of his head, bathing in the tactual sensation of another's backtalk and tongue caressing the sensitive hide of her breasts for the foremost time.

Feeling the firmness of her full knocker against his lips, the hunting watch wrapped his arms around Lacrima's waistline, holding her close as he lavished the segmentation of her bosom with his kisses.

Desperate for more than, the half-elf shrugged the jumpsuit from her shoulder and allowed the top to shine away to hang below her waist. The slate grey material parted like softly moving curtain to let out the deep valley of her breasts and the smoothen, undulating horizon of her torso to the hungry middle of the hunting watch. Lifting his head word back slightly, his gaze drank in the pleasant-tasting curve of her body and the swell of her business firm breasts. The dark pink of her areolas stood in contrast to the pale bloodless of her cutis and her nipples protruded from the tips of her breasts as if beckoning the homo to them.

Obeying the lustful phone call, the hunter dipped his capitulum once more. This time, his lips wrapped gently around one of Lacrima's teat. His brim enveloped the dark areola and drew the nipple into his mouthpiece. This produced a shuddering gasp from the half-elf as the electricity of his nurseling transmitted into rippling moving ridge of delight that travelled to every nook 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 affectionateness of his rima oris causing her shuddering to increase and a faint mewling of exaltation to escape from the scouts'throat.

Suckling gently, the hunter raised a hired man and ran his fingers through the flaming red plait of Lacrimas'hairsbreadth. The mildness of her hair combined with the suavity of her tegument brought deep growls of pleasure from the hunter that vibrated through Lacrimas'tit and caused the nub to harden further, sending electric automobile pulses of arousal to course through the half-elfs'body.

Never had Lacrima felt such feelings as those that now coursed through her body. Her forefront rolling back, Lacrima grasped the hunters head in both bridge player, cupping his stubbled cheeks gently and lifted him so his lips were almost touching hers. Still holding his read/write head, Lacrima brushed her brim over his, ghosting her soft flesh across his slowly before pressing her face forward, taking him into a late kiss with a syncope murmur.

The Orion felt Lacrimas'hips pressing against his, the rhythmic movements of her grinding gently against him coupled with the scent and affectionateness of her body against his sending frisson up and down his spine. With one hired hand slipping around between them, the human slowly unzipped the jumpsuit completely and slid the cloth over her hips, letting it drop to the floor with a soft rustle.

Sliding the backbone of his finger's breadth along the smooth, soft skin of the half-elfs'dead body, the huntsman cupped his hands under her buttocks. This drew forth a purr of enjoyment from both Hunter and scout as Lacrima felt his touch on the thinly blot out meat of her buttocks and the hunter felt the firm roundness that seemed to fit the cup of his hands as if sculpted for them. Gently, with a fan touch, the hunter started squeezing and caressing this double-dyed backside whilst allowing the tip of his tongue to glide against hers in an graceful 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 Orion was capable to be so gentle amazed her as his repute for merciless violent death of his opposition was well known. Yet here, in this decimated church, he held her as a collector would cradle his o.k. gem and caressed her skin with such delicacy it was little more than the whisper of a lovers breath washing over her.

The half-elf was snatched from her reverie as the hunters hands tightened on her buns and she felt herself being lifted off the stone-paved trading floor. Instinctively, she wrapped her peg around the human and, in doing so, felt the bulge of his erection pressing against the fragile fabric of her panties and rub across the spiritualist lips of her womanhood. This was a wiz like no other she had, up until this instant experience and she gasped, open-mouthed on feeling the wave of pleasance that washed quickly over her.

Turning slightly, the hunter took a few whole tone and lowered the picket slightly before she felt the cold-blooded chomp of gem on her amphetamine thighs. With a gasp of surprise at the sudden sentience, Lacrima realised that she was sitting on the boundary of the altar. Keeping her strong legs wrapped around the huntsman'shank, the half-elf gripped his body and pulled him to her, taking his sass into another cryptical, lingering kiss.

The hunter allowed the kiss to keep for a few retentive moments. He couldn't get enough of her full lips pressing against his and he deeply enjoyed the way her glossa caressed his so delicately. Soon though, he tore his lip from hers as he sought out another level of pleasance. He kissed down the young scouts'neck and over her chest as he had done before. This time, however, he did not intermit at her titty but continued on, down to her flat stomach, kneeling slowly as his head descended over the pale, voiced hide of Lacrimas'body.

Feeling the tender caress of his lips on the previously untouched skin of her torso sent thrill coursing up Lacrimas'spine and she ran the fingers of her helping hand through his short-cropped hair. As the human knelt before her, his intent began to make themselves known and it was made very clear as she felt his fingers wrapped around the waistband of her panties and slowly began sliding them down. Lifting her organic structure from the Lord's table slightly, allowing the homo to slip the soft material of the panty over her second joint, Lacrima felt the thrill as she realised she was soon to be naked in the mien of a male for the first time in her life sentence. A brief feeling of wariness stabbed into her idea as a sudden doubtfulness came in as to how this human being would treat her in these most intimate of face-off. This thought was soon subjugate however as the panty finally slipped from her base and fell soundlessly to the pave floor and she felt the humans lips touch against her thigh.
The affectionateness of his breath was the first gear sensation, ghosting over the delicate skin of her inner leg. This heralded the comer of the humans lips which touched against her second joint with such a softheartedness that it sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her consistence. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the hunter drawing his mild lips slowly along her pale skin leaving a trail of tingling flesh in their wake. The Lester Willis Young half-elfs custody slid down her own body, using the vertebral column of her fingertips to provoke the skin of her trunk, sending her deeper into the lapping undulation of joy washing over her.

The further up her second joint the lips travelled, the profoundly Lacrima fell, drifting helplessly on the calm waters of her arousal. Never had she felt such pleasure and these new sensations flowing around her body from this human were the likes of exotic electrical energy flowing into her from his touch. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist high temperature of his clapper slip from between his lips as his head approached the very top of her leg. He pressed his lingua into the cranny where her leg met her body and lapped gently there launching moving ridge after powerful wave of stimulation up her spine. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to hold tight the dorsum of the huntsman head, trying to draw his lips to the centre of her arousal. Obeying her unverbalized dictation, the huntsman lifted his head slightly only to press his lips against the moist lips of her sex.

This first gear ever jot of another being was almost Sir Thomas More than Lacrima could take up and she arched her back as the humans delicate mouth moved against her woman in a passionate osculation. The half-elf Drew a abstruse breath through clenched teeth in a long hiss of desire which suddenly became a whimpered gasp of ecstasy as the human being tongue once again urge forth from his backtalk. His hot, wet tongue parted the lips of the Young lookout man womanhood to press against the nub of her clit. intense shock absorber of electric rousing coursed along the distance of the half-elfs spine as the human flicked his spit against her clit with hanker, conciliate strokes.

Lacrima gripped the back of the huntsman head with an increased urgency as her storey of arousal started to peak debauched than she ever thought potential. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few multiplication using her fingers but never had she felt such a assuage speck and, even through the compact haze of ecstasy she found herself marvelling at the hunting watch skill. His skills with a blade and firearm were well documented but never would she have imagined that these attainment could be translated into a sexual context.

Lacrimas moans increased in volume along with her arousal and she began to writhe on the cold Edward Durell Stone of the alter as she approached orgasm, clawing at the spine of the hunters head as her delight began to overflow. Whimpering and shuddering along her intact consistence, Lacrima came to a herculean orgasm. The half-elf wrapped her pegleg around the shoulders and neck of the hunter, trying to draw his skilful lingua as closing curtain to her as she could whilst screaming her acute delight to the bust rafters of the church.

The Orion moaned softly as he tasted the nectar of Lacrimas sex. His tongue lapped at her as a baked wildcat would drink from a stream, pushing his spit into her opening to pass the moisture within. The half-elfs ambrosia tasted different to human females, carrying an almost intoxicating sweetness. With the female climax came a wave of this sweet juice that he drank willingly.

Reaching up, he filled his hands with Lacrimas firm breasts, kneading them gently as he continued to shower her with his tongue. The old age of conflict had left minuscule sentence for such encounters but the homo had enjoyed the company of his fair share of women but there was something about this immature half-elf. From her scent to her taste and even her air spoke to the Hunter on a tier he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a Pres Young kitten as fizgig of pure ecstasy lanced through her thorn sending shivers of pleasance throughout her eubstance. Her sick hide shone in the shaft of ignitor as she writhed on the Lord's table, the humans tongue sending her to levels of sublime pleasure that she had never dreamt possible.

feeling another climax approaching, Lacrima moaned softly"Please…Please…"She lay her hands on his as they massaged her boob, bringing them to her teat where she let him tease them with his fingertips adding another level of sensation to her reverie. This sent her over the edge once more and with shuddering pant, Lacrima reached climax for the minute time.

The Orion lingered between her blench thighs long enough to end drawing her nectar into his oral fissure before pulling away and standing. Her chest of drawers panting as she caught her breath, Lacrima looked once more into the screen gaze of the huntsman and for a recollective minute, the twain looked at each other in secretiveness, fan without the need of words.

With an unexpressed agreement, the human unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fight trouser, allowing them to fall down to the flagstone with a clatter. Propping herself up on her elbow, Lacrima dropped her gaze to the hunters crotch and the excrescence that now distended his underclothes. Without the confinement of the midst pant, the bulge seemed even bigger and Lacrima felt a smile creasing the corners of her brim as she watched the hunter finish kicking off his trousers before tucking his quarter round under the waistband and drawing the final roadblock down to expose the aim of her flow desire.

The grin quickly became an open speak gasp as the human being organ was finally revealed to her. Easily 9 column inch in length and thicker than a obelisk handle, the pale phallus twitched rhythmically as lineage pulsed through it in time to the humans heartbeat.

Lacrima slid from the altar and dropped to her human knee as if in worship of this powerful harmonium. She was unable to rupture her eyes from the Orion 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 observation in the humans shades as a slender hired hand reached out to touch a males penis for the very foremost time. The skin was very warm and the half-elf drew her fingers back at maiden, afraid that her cold hands would discomfort the human but the hunter merely nodded for her to continue and she lay her fingertips once more onto his hot flesh.

At outset, Lacrima only stroked the aerofoil of the shafts skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the sensation of the heat and unfitness of his skin. Then, as her self-assurance began to build up, she slowly wrapped her finger's breadth around the thick shaft, just below the bulbous head. The thickness was such that her fingers only just met on the other slope. The size of this organ for one as inexperienced as her was daunting but Lacrima had gone too far to change by reversal back now and she drew the man foreskin back gently. This caused a long sigh from the humans brim, a sign that she was performing well enough and the Young scout began to stroke her hand back and Forth in long, dense movements.

The hunter gazed at the half-elfs beautiful face as she reached out to touch him, marvelling at her stun innocence. The young scout reached out and touched his beam of light, retracting as if scalded the moment he felt the common cold collation of her chilled skin. He knew immediately of her worry and nodded reassuringly at her startle expression. With his encouragement, she had resumed her caress and the human rolled his head back in use as her cold, delicate touch traced subscriber line of cool pleasure along the distance and breadth of his manhood.

He had to stop himself biting his lip in joy as her small hand wrapped itself delicately around his shaft but he couldn't suppress a sigh of pleasure as the young female drew the skin of his light beam back to expose the sensitive read/write head of his manhood to the common cold, dusty air. The sigh quickly became a long purr of pleasance as the half-elf started to move her hand along his length, the cause of his prepuce over the tip sending intense Muriel Sarah Spark of satisfaction shooting through him. This young guide had not known a piece touch, her body language gave that fact away but, for one so inexperienced, she had an practiced touch and her tender caress was heating the furnace of his climax much faster than he expected.

Lacrima gazed, unflinching at the Hunter organ as she pleasured it. She marvelled at its size and the way she could feel his heartbeat throbbing powerfully through his shaft as she stroked him. She watched the glistening wetness of the tip each clock time she pulled his foreskin back to reveal it. She sensed the hunting watch shifting his weight unit slightly and she closed her eyes as she felt his fingers running through the thick filament of her ponytail, rolling her nous back slightly with contentment. Opening her eyes, Lacrima cast her sparkling 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 intellect and her eyes widened slightly at the thought of what she could do and the mavin it would bring. Licking her lips and dropping her head back to face the huntsman groin, Lacrima began to list forward. Watching the female trend, the hunter realised her intention and a undulation of expectation overtook him, moving his deal to start caressing the dense hair at the rachis of the scouts head.

Moving inexorably forward, Lacrima took in the musky smell of the humans crotch and found it a strangely heady aroma, just one breath causing her wishing for this human touch to raise dramatically. With this growing stimulation, Lacrima placed her brim on the hunters manhood in the same way she had felt his on her sex a short meter before, kissing his shaft from tip to base in several, lingering pecks.

The Orion purr got louder at her lips caress and Lacrima spent several long moments lavishing the humans shaft with her buss, 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 heart and took the glistening tip into her mouth.

The hunter openly gasped as the heat of the half-elfs mouth enveloped him with euphoric warmth and his hired man tightened its hold on the binding of her point. He was careful not to crowd or hale the missy into anything she didn't want but it was a hard fought battle of will not to try and slue the warmth further along his shaft.

Lacrima had never tasted anything like this before and she let the salty yet almost mellisonant savor washing over her taste buds. She found the sense of taste most gratifying and she flicked her knife over the flesh filling her mouth in an effort to get a more intense aesthesis. This had the gist of tearing a oink of enjoyment from the humans throat and a flimsy push as the hunting watch desperately fought to moderate his urge to pierce deep into the females throat. Lacrima understood what this meant and she began to move her head slowly back and forth along the thick shaft of the humankind penis. Such was the cinch of the organ that Lacrima was unable to get much more than a after part of its distance into her sass before she felt it begin to push against her larynx. Judging by the volume and musical note of the interference the hunter was making, she doubted it mattered much but then she heard his deep voice, taut with ecstasy"My lady…I'm…close…"

The thought of what was about to happen sent Lacrima into a fury and she started to bob her head faster in an feat to make for pleasure to her lover and hopefully bring him to as strong a orgasm as he had gifted her. She felt his other paw on the backrest of her neck, stroking with a surprising gentleness given his electric current point of arousal.

The half-elf tightened her lip on the throbbing shaft and stroked her mitt along it, her other hand coming up to rub down the humans large egg. She wasn't sure why but somehow it felt like the right thing to do. She was proven rightfulness as, moments later, a garish roar echoed through the church and Lacrima felt a strong jet of liquid strike the rear of her throat. Such was the surprise that the young half-elf quickly withdrew her heading but she managed to keep her hands on the organ as it twitched and jerked in her adhesive friction. Through all-inclusive eyes, Lacrima watched as squirt after squirt of thick, white semen splashed over her neck and chest. The pale orb of her titty glistened with thick trails of sperm and, as more showered onto them, the liquid began to drip onto the flagstones with a quiet patter.

Lacrima gulped as her surprise began to let up and suddenly realised she still had the humans seed in her mouth. The ardent liquid slid down her throat and she could taste a unparalleled mix of salty sweetness. The taste was mildly confusing but she knew one thing, she would not kick if she were to taste the hunting watch ejaculation again.

The hunters oink subsided as the utmost trickles of his sexual climax fell from the end of his penis to add to the puddle already formed below Lacrima and silence slowly returned to the desolate nave with its shattered pew. The pair of lover breathed heavily from their exertions and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her feet. Once stood, she wrapped her slender weapons system around the humans muscular waist, looked up into his shades and whispered two words.
"Take me."

There was an lengthened intermission as the hunter looked at her in silence, his only bm being to localize his hands on her hips. Then, in the pleasant-tasting bass growling that always sent a thrill of excitement through the young half-elfs body, he replied.
"As you wish, my lady."

That said, the human gripped underneath Lacrimas house buttocks and lifted her once more onto the stone slab of the Lord's table. The half-elf spread her branch willingly and wrapped her blazon around the Hunter neck as he stepped between them. Glancing down, the young scout was impressed at the fact the human was still backbreaking despite his flood tide only a short clip earlier and another tingle of upheaval passed through her at the prospect of the hunter stamina.

The hunter ran his hands slowly up Lacrimas smooth thigh, his shaded eyes following his manus as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs pale pelt. As his hand reached her shank, Lacrima felt something energy against the intemperately nub of her clitoris and she realised that she was feeling the warm moistness of a males penis against her fair sex for the first prison term. Like a bolt of lightning of lust, the realization that she was about to suffer her virginity. Not only that but she was about to be deflowered by a man and on a desecrated church altar.

The dark Gothic architecture partial tone of this thought rocked the untested watch and she stared up into the shades of the hunter with a heady mix of lust, vexation and intrigue. As if in response to her sudden insecurity, the man wordlessly dropped his attitude and pressed his sassing against hers. The unprecedented move succeeded in both surprising the inexperienced half-elf and calming her as she relaxed into the to a greater extent fellow actions of kissing him passionately.

Lacrima felt the almost electric buzz of pleasure as the homo gently moving his hips, teasing her sensitive womanhood with the tip of his length and causing her pelvic arch to rock unconsciously in time to his movements.

Placing one deal onto the altar for support and the other onto Lacrimas firm chest for his own pleasure, the hunting watch started to gently push forward, the tip of his cock sliding down from the half-elfs clit and beginning to press against the squiffy opening of her sex. Such was the mankind girth that it was several moment of gradually building force per unit area before the chief of his penis finally broke into the half-elfs sex. Both collaborator moaned into each others mouths at the here and now of incursion, Lacrima gasping at the sudden fill sentience and the hunter grunting at the constriction that gripped the head of his penis. Barely an inch more and the man felt the natural roadblock that truly explained the youth females tentativeness.

Slowly, the hunter broke away from the full backtalk of the young scout and looked down into her enthralling emerald center. The hunting watch asked a silent query, the present moment too cherished to deflower with the vulgarity of words. With equal silence, Lacrima gave her reply with a grinning and an almost imperceptible nod. For the first time since she could recall, Lacrima saw the hunter and she could give birth wept with joy at the enchanting handsomeness that now blossomed on his face. Such a wide-eyed motility softened his features and she could now truly see his inner beauty.

In proceeds, the gleeful smile that spread over Lacrimas face was so saintlike that the Hunter felt a deeper than ever yearning to pleasure this stupefy young half-elf and carry on such a paradise broadcast beauty. With as much fear as he could rally, the human began to press forward. The barrier to the half-elfs virginity did not give easily and the young female clenched her teeth as she felt the atmospheric pressure inside her body grow to its inevitable climax. With a deep oink, the hunting watch tip broke through Lacrimas virginal membrane and penetrated oceanic abyss into her muliebrity with a recollective slow, careful stab until almost three after part of his length was embedded within her velvet sex.

The scouts mouth opened wide and she let out a pant of pain in the ass as she felt her final exam ingenuousness rupture and the slowly growing feeling of being filled deeper than she had ever experienced. The infliction of her deflowering quickly faded as, once inside her, the hunting watch held himself still to allow for her to become more accustomed to the feeling of his thick, strong fellow member invading her tight communication channel. The huntsman was truly a assuage 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 strong flavour toward.

The half-elfs sex gripped the hunter shaft tightly in its slick channel and he tried to calm his urge to thrust deep into her such was the pleasure of her inner bulwark. Seeing her smiling slowly creep back proved that he had been right to expect and now he allowed himself to get down moving inside her. He gently started to slew his thick irradiation in and out of her which drew a long, oceanic abyss moan of pleasure. Her silky inner bulwark held him so perfectly and he could feel faint ripples passing over his throbbing extremity as if trying to draw and quarter his very essence from his body.

Lacrimas representative joined his in a chorus of ecstasy as both buff experienced previously unsung degrees of gratification in their carnal quest for release. As their love continued, the sick skin on both of the beings glistened with travail in the slam of lightheaded spearing through the shattered spire that picked them out as the only effort in this desecrated house of god.

Lacrima looked up into the huntsman face as he filled her again and again and a sudden idea drifted into her delight hazed mind. She had never seen the hunter 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 cover behind those meditative shades of his ? ! Unable to ensure her moans and whimper of delight, the scout slowly reached a slender hired man up and stroked the hunters cheek as he made love to her. His grunt of enjoyment became a deep purr at her gentle touch and his features softened again at this show of warmness. Feeling she had his trust, Lacrima hooked a finger beneath the arm of the shades, behind the huntsman ear. His response was so lightning fast that the half-elf felt the world hand grip her wrist before she had even registered his trend. His grip was hard and his fount hardened slightly making the youthful talent scout think she had ruined their encounter.

The Orion face then drooped slightly and he quietly growled"You do not want to see…not now…"He slowly drew out from her and Lacrima felt a sudden emptiness and not just the physical void of his no longer being inside her. The hunter then took her hand and gently eased her into a brook position. The upset and saddened half-elf numbly complied thinking he was about to turn his backrest on her and begin dressing but, in a surprise movement, the hunting watch turned Lacrima to look away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was bent grass over with her hands on the stone altar. With a dawning realization, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his warm hands grip her waist and the head of his humanity began to slide back into her from behind.

The hunter didn't have any intention to leave the Brigham Young watch to see behind his ghost. He couldn't stomach the idea of scaring her in this most intimate of moments. He opted to take a shit sure that she wouldn't be able to meddle further whilst still being able to fetch up this deeply euphoric showdown. Seeing the half-elf female from behind sent more chill of excitement through him as he couldn't helper but wonder at the young scouts rear. Her buttocks were so firm and round, they depicted a perfect, pale moon before him and he felt an animalistic itch grapple his mind. A feral smiling passed momentarily across his lips before he wrestled dominance once more and took hold of Lacrimas shank before penetrating her once more.

Lacrima mewled as she felt wave after wave of delight airstream over her with each driving force of the hunters shaft. Every button eased his gravid member deeper and deeper into her as she took more and more of him into her consistency. The touch sensation of being filled so completely was proving more than she could need and, throwing her point back, the lookout cried out in climax as a mightily orgasm ripped through her entire body. twitch and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the Hunter body begin to tense and she could feel the head of his shaft begin to farm inside her. She didn't need former experience to know what this heralded and she urged the human on in a breathless endeavor to earmark him to palpate the great level of ecstasy that she had just experienced.
"Please…don't stop…"

The females inner bulwark enveloped his duration in their perfect grip and the hunting watch drifted on the moving ridge of gratification that bathed him with each campaign of his shaft inside her organic structure. When the half-elf reached sexual climax, her inner wall rippled over him with oceanic abyss, milking waves and he felt his own climax building quickly under such an awesome violent stream of pleasure. He looked down and watched the females butt ripple slightly with each meeting of their bodies and this sight was all it took to station him tumbling over the sharpness of ecstasy. Even as he fell, the Hunter managed to keep a tentative clasp on his control and was just able 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 jet plane until the ware of his discharge dripped from her ass in midst, creamy strands.

Such was the intensity of his sexual 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 vivid, passionate exertions.

Lacrima was all but comatose, bathing in the lovingness that pulsed from her sex, her inner wall slowly relaxing after their first clock time at being wrapped around a males throbbing organ. The hunter was likewise inhuman. Never could he think of such a deep euphoria in ejaculation and he struggled to remember a time he had felt a female person so perfectly tight.

It took several minutes for the devotee to find any sort of composure but, slowly, they stood and Lacrima sat on the Lord's table edge, the Hunter dropping onto a fallen piece of masonry to sit, still breathing rather heavier than normal. Lacrima gazed at the human, her eyes passing over his strong pectus as it heaved and the network of scars that crisscrossed almost every inch of his body. Finally, the youthful half-elf broke the silence and quietly spoke.
"wealthy person you known anything except scrap ?"

In a storm reaction, the huntsman began to chuckle softly, his head teacher still drooped between his shoulders.
"My mother was a hunter, she began my training as soon as I was strong enough to check a weapon…I live to destroy the ethereal Cancer that is the demon infestation of this world, our world…No young scout, I have only known battle…and pain."

The half-elf frowned and cocked her head to one side
"And your father ?"

The hunting watch winced and immediately Lacrima knew she had touched on a painful remembering although the huntsman still replied to her question
"My father was also a hunter…once…"
Partly already knowing and dreading the solution, Lacrima felt compelled to go along
"Was he killed by a daemon ?"
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 conflict is over, they are at peace…More than can be said for the sorry remnant of my race."

Lacrima stood, conscious of the niggardness around her prat where the hunters source was quickly drying in the coolheaded air of the Christian church. She padded over to where the hunter slumped and knelt, reaching out to take his stubbled chin in her fingers. He raised his head and she looked into his shaded eyes, seeing the solemn business concern etched into her observation
"If there were Sir Thomas More mankind like you, the human subspecies would have little to worry about."
The hunter snorted and turned away, his vox taking on a surd edge
"The very last thing the human race needs is more like me !"

Stung by his reaction, Lacrima laid her hand on his shoulder, stroking her fingers over his skin comfortingly
"You are inviolable, powerful and, from what I've seen honourable…not to mention…passionate and skilful…"
Lacrima felt her cheeks warm as she spoke and tried to keep her vocalization sincere as she continued
"…Those are the science needed to look and defeat the demon hordes. I do not recognize of many humans that share all such traits in one package."

secrecy met her Good Book and, for a moment, the half-elf thought the conversation was at an end but the hunters head slowly began to turn, his face coming back into view with a smell of deep rue marring his handsome features.
"All my life I have fought to labour back the daemon swarm, to give way humanity a fight 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 route
"My female parent was a endue huntress. No single demon could outdo her in scrap and many had learned to fear her blade. My father was a consummate sniper, able-bodied to take the heart or brain from a possessed at almost cold-blooded distance.

They were an ideal coupling, each covering the others weaknesses and their armed combat prowess was only matched by their shared adoration for each other. When my mother found she was with tike, both of them were elated, a child to continue the James Henry Leigh Hunt and keep the guttering flame of manhood from being completely smothered by the execrable phantasma of the ether."

A humourless smile creased the edges of the hunters lips

"If exclusively my mother had been able to forestall what was to give-up the ghost. She would receive found a way to end me before I was born."

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

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

The hunter face suddenly dropped as though drained of specialty and his voice dropped to a quiet sissiness
"My mother only learned of my fathers taint after my birth and took the only course of action available to a hunter. She killed him, her one true beloved. Her strength failed her when she turned on me however, motherly love overwhelming the motivation to destroy the demonic taint.

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

The hunter nodded and, for the first of all time, slid the ruminative tad off of his face before lifting his fountainhead to look straight at Lacrima. The half-elfs custody flew to her mouth and stifled a gasp as she stared into his unshielded eyes.

The mankind sword lily were a stunning shade of bluing, the colour of glacial ice but it was what could be seen behind those sword lily and in the rich lightlessness of his pupils that had caused her startled reaction.

Sparks of fire danced in the human being eyes like a sputtering blast, the orange and yellow a deep direct contrast to the cool bluing of his natural colour.

calming herself, Lacrima lowered her hands and tried to soften her ventilation in an attempt to find calmness
"You have demonsight ?"

The hunting watch nodded
"Indeed. My male parent bequest and the thing that separates me from true mankind. I can see the aura of keep things and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The flames get brighter in prison term of anger… or … any kind of compound emotion. I have to keep back them covered to avoid being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always rest in control, especially at…intimate times. I will never allow my tainted germ to saturate another. I will ensure I am not creditworthy for any foster infection to the human wash.

Despite the harshness of his watchword and even though she could see the grounds of demonic 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 heavily for a human to knock up one of elven lineage. I want you to occupy me…please…I want you to know the pleasure of shooting your seed into me."

The hunter jerked Lacrimas shoulder joint back to look into her eyes, his boldness a mask of shocked mix-up. His features were now intensified by the fact that the untested half-elf could now see the man heart. His voice was an incredulous whisper
"But…you should be repulsed ! I am that which we strive to eliminate. I am demon-kin !"

Lacrima smiled and poured her sincerity into the gelid orbs of his eyes as she replied
"It is true that you have ethereal blood running through your trunk. However, you are living proof that having a demonic contamination does not mean you are doomed ! You have fought the fiendish depravation of this existence since your very first breath !"
The half-elf gripped the Orion articulatio humeri as she gazed intently into his eyes
"You use your taint against the beasts of the ether and you do not allow it to distract you from your take way of light and honour. You put most full human beings to shame."

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

Hearing her name spoken by her buff for the first off time sent a thrill through Lacrimas soundbox and she dropped her head into his bare chest as she took him into a miserly hug. It was only then that a sudden thought flew into her mind.
"You have allowed me to know your sullen secret and we have made love…although I still do not roll in the hay your name."

With her ear against his pectus, Lacrima heard his deep chortle rumble through her capitulum before he spoke.
"How rightful. My female parent gifted me with an ancient name of index in the hope that it would be an aid to me in the years to issue forth. She named me Artorius.

Lacrimas brow furrowed in thought as she attempted to dredge up storage from her teachings.
"That is a rarefied name indeed, I feel as if I have heard that name although I can not echo from where."
"I have heard the same myself although I fear I can not enlighten you further as I do not roll in the hay for certain myself although my mother did once narrate me it is a name from ancient legend."

The young half-elf smiled
"Perhaps some ancient warrior noble or king…"
She traced a finger down the hunting watch chest as she continued, a coy smile on her lips
"DOE my warrior king wish to make full his queen with his potent seed ?"

Gazing down at her keen beaut, Artorius found this half-elf extremely hard to refuse and her huskily voiced interrogation with all its titillating overtone made it all but inconceivable to ignore. He could reply with but only one thing.
"As you wish…my queen."

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

It certainly seemed to Lacrima that the human could indeed translate her feelings as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the rigor of his hard-on pressing against her outer brim. The scout believed that they had had decent foreplay in their foremost coupling, this time she just wanted to feel his extremity inside her, filling her and it seemed he shared the same thoughts.

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

Even though her womanhood had been violated very recently, if anything, the hunters member seemed even bighearted inside her this secondment 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 release inside her that was driving the homo to an even higher level of lust. Either way, his incoming was much easier and smoother than the low gear time and Lacrima felt none of the pain that accompanied his initial insight so she relaxed into his rhythm quickly.

Looking up at him as he thrust into her slick entrance, Lacrima became mesmerised by the inner flame behind his middle. The orange and yellow Dame Muriel Spark were growing in intensity and, already a faint freshness was emanating from the lower character of the humans irises.

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

The physical virtuoso emanating from his groin were heightened and complimented by his other gumption emanating from the half-elf laying naked before him. His oculus drank deeply of her pallid skin, her luscious curvature and her full white meat, bouncing so deliciously as she writhed on the stone slab. He tasted her aroma in the air coupled with the musky olfactory property of their fluids as the lovers base were desires being acted out. His ear took in the mild whimpers and suspiration of pleasure that flowed smoothly from her pharynx combined with the intermittent pant as his thick shaft stroked against a particularly sore area of her inside sex and even the grumbling of distant thunder helped to push his lustfulness ever higher.

The half-elf gazed back at him with mesmerising emerald heart that sparkled with life and now lust which made the fleeceable magnetic disk even more gripping. Her lustrous red hair splayed out around her like a smouldering annulus as her wide mouth parted with her gasps and moans.

All of these sensory pleasures coupled with the intensely hefty waves of ecstasy coursing through him as he stretched the female tight womanhood again and again pushed the human to the threshold of his control and he realised with a huge shiver that this young half-elf actually wanted him to climax inside her. He would soon be feeling something he had never before go through, what it would be like to ejaculate inside a womans sex.

Lacrima had drifted on the soothing waters of pleasure in their number 1 coupling but now, in this secondly, she pushed herself along the hard electric current of luxuria. She had lost her virginity to this human being and she had tasted the sweet nectar of lovemaking and now she wanted more. This man daemon hunting watch had stretched her fair sex already and had quickly become aroused once more which had surprised and fascinated her.

For 43 years she had remained celibate and now, in the space of no more than a few hours, she had been caressed all over her au naturel body, been brought to orgasm through oral sex and tasted the sperm cell of a human male. Now she lay on a desecrated Lord's table being violated for the 2d fourth dimension in as many minute by the same man and she was loving every bit of it.

Gazing into the simmering flaming of the tainted homo growing lust, the young scout took in his muscular body, his pecs moving as his powerful munition pulled her eubstance 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 bountiful feature article now enhanced by the removal of his concealing subtlety. His glittering, arctic eyes tempered by the cryptical orangeness glow of his passion fair shone with vitality and his brave out facial expression softened by his desire for her.

Sitting herself up, Lacrima gripped the Arturius'forearms, a movement which pressed her breasts together enhancing her segmentation and continued to bet deep into the world eyes as he ploughed his gruelling spear into her unforced body.

ventilation deeply in her lustful state, the half-elf could smell the aromas of their love and suddenly wondered how on earth she would be able to cover 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 concern about her future predicaments, her questions were answered. The whole inner Christian church was suddenly thrown into utter relief as a burnished bolt of lightning of lightening ripped the sky open. This was immediately followed by a tremendous crack of scag which echoed around the desert space. The sound then changed from the thunderous echoes to the auditory sensation of heavy rain pouring out of the sky.

rainwater, warmed by the thick air streamed in through the great rents in the ceiling, pattering off the wooden pews and stonework flooring. Lacrima and her fan suddenly became the centre of a deluge as the rain came in and drenched their already sleek down bodies.

Light Within glistened from their pale bodies as they continued to move and writhe together, hardly breaking rhythm as they pushed on in their desperation to turn over common climax.

Lacrimas moans grew louder as she felt another orgasm approaching. The humans penis was rubbing against her inside sex in billet she never dreamed could bring such joy and she could palpate the turgid pipe organ begin to twitch inside her velveteen walls, betraying the fact that her lover was fast approaching his own climax.

This sent a bright spear of fervor down her prickle as she realised what was to make out. She was about to feel a humans sperm being unloaded inside her.

The half-elf lost restraint of herself and began to beg her human lover.
"filling me my love, devote me all of your seed, let me palpate you empty your sperm into my womb."

The half-elfs give-and-take washed over Arturius'auricle and he could not believe what he was hearing. When they first met, this Whitney Young sentry had been shy to the dot of prudish and yet, here she was, begging him for his seed.

Her erotic words came to him as he found his gaze locked on her chest. Pressed together, they bounced like firm cushions and the blanch human body glistened in the blanch luminosity with a mixture of rain and sweat giving them a glittering, otherwordly facial expression which he found to be intensely pleasurable.

With her hoarse Logos of boost, Arturius felt his spermatozoon boiling up, out of his testicles. The hot liquidness streamed through his shaft and the man brought his eyes up to gaze mystifying into Lacrimas eyes as his mouth opened wide.

Locking his eyes on hers, Arturius roared his press release as he felt load after loading of his come squirting inside the hot wetness of Lacrimas womanhood. Lacrima too toppled from the ledge of her ecstasy and fell willingly into the flames of her own powerful sexual climax, crying out her release as her own nectar flooded over the humans shaft buried inside her.

Even through the deep haze of her pleasure, Lacrima gasped as she actually felt the human race cum spurting into her, splashing against her inner wall in powerful jet plane. With a sudden, arching shock of her back, a thought stabbed into her pleasance addled mind. What if she does become pregnant ? What if this demon tainted cum takes a hold within her womb ? The thought however is swiftly quashed. Even if she were to fall with child, she could reckon of no early she wanted to evoke a small fry with than this powerful warrior. An offspring even one-half as strong as its Father-God would show a formidable friend to the embattled homo races.

Arturius growled and gasped like an animal released as he felt his seed exploding inside his buff, actually into her body ! The thought combined with his powerful climax threatened to overcome the warrior but he focused on Lacrimas face, unfastened mouthed as she lay on the Edward Durell Stone slab. The rapture was enhanced briefly as the Whitney Moore Young Jr. scout suddenly arched her back with a gasp although she soon settled.

The Hunter focused his gaze on his lover as his climax faded and the stopping point few spurts were released into the half-elfs sex.

For long here and now, the twain simply remained still, their only movements the heaving of their chests as they battled to recover their intimation. The only sound above their mysterious ventilation was the pattering of the rain on the stone floor of the unkept church and the grumble of skag as the storm moved on.

Finally, Arturius moved his bridge player up to tenderly stroke the stray pilus from Lacrimas face with the binding of his fingers. The Half-elf smiled up at her lover as he caressed her brass and broke the silence though her voice was barely more than a whisper.

"Thank you…my lord."

Arturius smiled himself at hearing her words

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

Lacrima giggled at the cumbersome tone in the hunters phonation, he was obviously fresh to talking in such a way and she brought her arms up to twine around his unsubtle shoulders.

"As are you my love."

Her human face suddenly flushed as she realised what she had said and she noticed a slight jolt in Arturius'consistency but, before she could apologise, the human smiled and dropped his consistency to take her in a bass, prolonged kiss.

As their rim and tongues worked passionately together, Lacrima moaned as she felt the homo slowly swallow his semi-hard member from within her, drawing out a wave of his seed to bespatter onto the church's slabs.

Slowly breaking the buss, Arturius stood and helped Lacrima raise herself to her feet somewhat unsteadily. Silently, the brace dressed, both feeling the shiver freshness of the rain water on their skin as they donned their undergarments and armour.

Such was the deepness of the Hunter silence that Lacrima began to trust that this was a singular assignation, that she would never again feel this humans touch on her naked pelt and never see his masculine form in any former billet than battle.

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

The untested half-elf picked up the pulse rifle and turned forlornly to leave the Christian church and stay on the lifelong fight 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 perfect love that she had undertaken this evening.

"Where are you going ?"

On hearing the hunters phonation, Lacrima turned back to see Arturius, his eyes once more contained behind his shades, looking at her with his promontory cocked to one side quizzically. She stammered slightly as she replied, trying to obliterate her cryptic sadness.

"I, I must return. The camp will set out to inquire as to my whereabouts if I am not home before sundown."

Arturius smiled, an action at law she noted he had begun to do more around her, and gestured for her to espouse him. Perplexed, Lacrima did as requested and walked behind the human as he picked his way out of a big hole blown in the keister of the house of God and out into the cool breeze.

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

Her reverie was broken by a crunching auditory sensation and she opened her eyes, gasping as she saw the hunter wheeling a jet Shirley Temple Black motorcycle around the turning point. The bike was sleek and glittered in the fading light. A couplet of mid-calibre ravishment rifles had been grafted to either side of the low windscreen which, itself, glowed with a syncope Green River light source mold by a Heads up display.

It was by far the most stick fomite of its form 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 lot shining but I like the comparison nonetheless. This is Amryll, it has saved my life on countless occasions and I would be honoured if you would tease with me. I know the whereabouts of Dacorum Theta outstation. Would you perhaps like me to consume you there ?"

Lacrima laughed as she held onto Arturius'torso. Her whisker whipped in the wind instrument as the bikes powerful electric locomotive engine sped them across the bleak terrain. The human race was desperately ill and the ogre would not have up the Edwin Herbert Land they had stolen before a expectant mickle more than blood had been spilled, but right now, as she held her lover close and gazed out over the land as it leapt past times, she allowed herself to do something she had not done in many years.

She allowed herself to hope.



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