Hunter & prey

[Knightwolf]

This is my first story so I would welcome any feedback, good or bad.
There will be more to follow as I write it.

I hope you enjoy this opening...


Lacrima picked her way through the rubble and debris of the broken town. Barely a few months before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a last outpost of the dwindling human race. Now it lay decimated, open to the bleak skies like an eviscerated corpse.
The half-elf scouted the area alone, checking for signs of life or, more importantly, signs of demonic infestation. Her sharp eyes scanned the ruins of each building intently, glittering in the fading light like emeralds on an ornate swords hilt.
Lacrima moved stealthily, her long years of training and combat experience making her movements fluid, almost feline. Her shape stalked the shadows, a wraith in search of prey in a desolate landscape.
Her patrol took her toward the centre of the town and the church at its heart. The ancient structure that once cut an imposing silhouette now lay broken. The spire that had once stood proud in its benevolence and glory to the heavens has been destroyed completely. All that remained were snapped rafters jutting toward the heavens like the dried, broken ribs of the town’s chest.
Lacrima approached the once great main door to the church that now yawned wide open like a gaping wound. Its doors had been ripped from their hinges and used as wood to burn the few that had survived the demon attack in a pyre to their fell lord. Lacrima was certain she could still smell the burning flesh of those unfortunates as she entered the threshold of the church, the stench forever tainting the very air that twisted and eddied in the light breeze.
The young half-elf began her search of the desolate interior space when she froze suddenly. Her sharp eyes had spotted movement and she knelt silently behind the splintered remains of a pew to observe the scene before her.
The one known as the hunter was knelt beside the churches altar. He was knelt in a pool of light that was cast through the shattered remains of a large stained glass window. The human had stripped his signature leather greatcoat and black body armour to expose his upper 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 thin sheen of sweat that glittered in the vaguely fragmented ray of light. The hunter had his right arm rested on a broken plinth beside the altar and he appeared to be sewing a deep gash that ran most the length of his upper arm.
The humans muscles flexed and bulged with pain as the needle pierced his flesh and, although the scene before her was gruesome, Lacrima could not help but find a certain pleasure from seeing this half naked human. The mans body was in amazing physical condition, his rippling stomach and large arm muscles sending shivers of enjoyment through the half-elf’s slender body, settling in places she had rarely felt before.
The young soldier moved silently, creeping closer to the hunter as a moth would draw close to a bright flame. She could not explain her excitement or the want to approach but somehow, she just wanted to be closer to him and to gaze upon his from with better detail.
As she drew closer, Lacrima noticed the humans movements and stifled a grin as she realised he was evidently not a trained medic. The hunters stitches were good but his movements were slow and deliberate, strong evidence of one unused to doing such things.
Such was Lacrima’s attention to the muscled human that she forgot her teachings of stealth and accidently kicked a small piece of fallen masonry, sending it skittering across the marbled floor. The hunter’s reaction was immediate and lightning fast. Combat reflexes that had been honed over countless battles snapped his hand down to the nearest weapon, a pistol that had lay out of Lacrima’s sight, behind the rock on which he had rested his injured arm and snapped the sidearm up to point at the source of the sound. “Show yourself.” His deep voice was smooth and resonant, echoing around the desolate church in bass waves.

[Cheltenham]

Just a quick reminder to space your paragraphs. Click the 'preview post' button at the bottom of your text box and look at how your story will display.

I was right about you Knightwolf You certainly have talent.

I'd recommend describing the half elf physically. Not like a laundry list of qualities, but give us an idea of how she looks.

I look forward to the continuation of this story.

[LadyRed]

As do I. Been reading his work for some time and loving every minute. Wolf, do like we do for the other forum. That is what she is saying. Hmm as I know what happens...next unless you changed it..hehehehe Kisses and hugs...cannot wait and see.

[Knightwolf]

Oh blast...Copied and pasted from Word and forgot to edit! Sorry about that.

Thanks for the input Cheltenham, I'll work on it and maybe do a repost soon. Thanks again to you both.

[LadyRed]

As always dear Wolf.

[Cheltenham]

Make no mention of it. Just being helpful.

[Binger22]

One thing I learned a long time ago, details. Give enough details to paint a picture in the mind of your reader and you will bring your stories to life. If you read at home and you see the movie in your head, the author did it right. Same thing. I like the story, like where its headed. A half elf and full human paints an interesting picture. Thank you for sharing.

[Knightwolf]

I've re-worked the opening, spacing it out and adding in more detailed descriptions along with a couple of extra paragraphs.

Hope you enjoy!

Lacrima picked her way through the rubble and debris of the broken town. Barely a few months before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a last outpost of the dwindling human race. Now it lay decimated, open to the bleak skies like an eviscerated corpse.
The half-elf scouted the area alone, checking for signs of life or, more importantly, signs of demonic infestation. Her sharp eyes scanned the ruins of each building intently, the deep green of her irises glittering in the fading light like emeralds on an ornate swords hilt.

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

Lacrima moved stealthily, her long years of training and combat experience making her movements fluid, almost feline. Her slender shape stalked the shadows, a wraith in search of prey in a desolate landscape. A light breeze ghosted through the empty streets like the last, racking breath of a dying man and it stirred the deep auburn hair that hung in loose curls down Lacrimas back in a long ponytail that reached the middle of her shoulders.

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

Lacrima approached the once great main entrance to the church, gaping wide open like a deep wound. Its doors had been ripped from their hinges and used as wood to burn the few that had survived the demon attack in a pyre to their fell lord. Lacrimas nose wrinkled as an offensive smell reached her nostrils and she was certain she could still smell the burning flesh of those unfortunates as she entered the threshold of the church, the stench forever tainting the very air that twisted and eddied in the light breeze.

The young half-elf darted into the once holy place and began her search of the desolate interior space when she froze suddenly. Her sharp eyes had spotted movement and she knelt silently behind the splintered remains of a pew to observe the scene before her.

The one known as the hunter was knelt beside the churches altar. He was knelt in a pool of light that was cast through the shattered remains of a large stained glass window. The human had stripped his signature leather greatcoat and black body armour to expose his upper 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 thin sheen of sweat that glittered in the vaguely fragmented 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 warmth of a faint blush which she knew would only make them stand out even more. The hunter had his right arm rested on a broken plinth beside the altar and he appeared to be sewing a deep gash that ran most the length of his upper arm.

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

At 43 years old, Lacrima was considered a young adult within her race, the equivalent of a human girl just out of her teens. This combined with the near constant training and battle meant that Lacrima had never had time to think much about males and she had never touched a males body except for when she was sparring or treating wounds. Now, crouched silently in her hiding place, she marvelled at the masculine specimen before her. The mans body was in amazing physical condition, his rippling stomach and large arm muscles sending unfamiliar shivers of pleasure through the half-elf’s slender body.

Despite her combat senses screaming in protest, the young soldier felt compelled to move closer and, breaking cover at a crouch, she silently, crept closer to the hunter as a moth would draw close to a bright flame. She could not explain her excitement or the want to approach but somehow, she just wanted to be closer to him and to gaze upon his from with better detail.

As she drew closer, Lacrima could see the warriors movements in better detail and stifled a grin as she realised he was evidently not a trained medic. The hunters stitches were neat and tight but he was moving at a slow and deliberate pace as one with knowledge but little 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 perform it on himself.

Such was Lacrima’s attention to the muscled human that she forgot her teachings of stealth and accidently kicked a small piece of fallen masonry, sending it skittering across the marbled floor. The hunter’s reaction was immediate and lightning fast. Combat reflexes that had been honed over countless battles snapped his hand down to the nearest weapon, a pistol that had lay out of Lacrima’s sight, behind the rock on which he had rested his injured arm and snapped the sidearm up to point at the source of the sound. “Show 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, bass waves.

[LadyRed]

Yes as I remembered heheheh. I see it as I read it and I love the idea. A little more please???? hehehe

[hornyshyguy]

yes more please as i read i see it like a cool movie in my head and would love to read it all ^_^

[Knightwolf]

The half-elf intruder did not move from her place hidden behind a bench, frozen like a frightened rabbit in a set of intense, masculine headlights. She gulped hard, somehow knowing the demon hunters’ weapon was aimed directly at her. The hunter’s voice sounded once more, this time dropping to a dangerously quiet level that nevertheless carried a weighty tone of malice. “I know you skulk in the shadows, now step where I can see you or I will send you back to the cursed spawning pit that birthed you.”

Slowly, as if afraid that she would be shot at the slightest movement, Lacrima stepped out from her crouched position behind a shattered pew and stood, head bowed slightly like a school child caught by a tutor. Long moments passed as the hunter appeared to study her silently from beneath the gunmetal shades that he was never seen without. Lacrima felt a sudden chill and a sense of nakedness passed like a shudder 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 feeling was only accented by the sight of the pistol that was pointed at her head.

After what was likely only a minute but, what felt like an hour to Lacrima, the hunter stood and descended the steps from the altars dais, onto the filthy marble of the churches main floor. His movements were slow but fluid, resembling a prowling hunter more than a human being. Despite the obvious danger to her person, Lacrima could not help but notice his build. The man was easily close to six feet tall 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 body into an ever changing landscape of light and shadow. The pistol never once strayed from Lacrima, true proof of this hunters martial prowess.

The hunter approached Lacrima in silence and the half-elf felt unable to move or speak, somehow held in a trance by this human. All she could do was stand and await her fate, her emerald eyes watching the now dim light reflect from his naked upper body which seemed to accent his already impressive musculature, and wonder why she felt such conflicting emotions of fear and another, more confusing feeling…was it desire?!

The hunter came to a halt a score 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 speed. Once before her, he spoke once again, this time without the dangerous malice but a note of wariness still rang through its deep tones.
“I have seen no activity in this place for several days 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 chest area.
As he got closer, he could make out more details and he began to think this was no attacker. The being stood before him was a half-elf, one of the new races that had emerged after the initial demon invasion of Terra. This specimen was around average height for one of her race, around 5’ 6” and slender. Her hair was a striking shade of red, pulled back in a tight ponytail but a few stray strands framed her almost ghostly pale face and he realised that this female was very attractive.

Most half-elves took on the elegant, sharp features of their elven parent but this one had much softer facial features. The almost translucent pale skin of her slender face had a healthy, porcelain smoothness and was broken only by a set of freckles that ran across her cheeks and small, button nose. Her pointed ears and full, pale lips gave her an exotic, alluring aspect, greatly accented by her slanted green eyes and it was into these emerald orbs that the hunter found himself gazing. The females eyes glittered with an energy and intelligence that he had rarely encountered and the human felt long repressed feelings stirring deep within his mind.

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

The hunters voice still carried an almost ingrained air of authority but the scout could detect a warming of his tone and she attempted to cover her fear by throwing a veil of confidence over her flustered state. Squaring her shoulders, she stood before the human, and fixed him with what she hoped was a nonchalant glare.
“The same could be asked of you sir.”
Her statement met silence and the young scout decided to continue
“A number of scouts have been sent from outpost Dacorum Theta to assess if this area is safe for rehabilitation. The demons appear to have slaked their thirst for blood here and moved on.”

The hunter nodded slightly but said nothing and Lacrima was left with the uneasy 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 silence, Lacrima found her gaze meandering over the muscular torso of the hunter and she felt very unusual stirrings within her, it certainly felt like desire but why? She had only ever seen this human from a distance and never spoken to him so why should she feel anything but curiosity for this lone demon stalker.

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

[LadyRed]

I cannot wait to see what happens next. I look forward to part three Babe.

[gregfromoz]

I am 100% hooked - beautifully written, elegant in style, with a lovely slooooow build. Please, continue!!

[Knightwolf]

((The next installment and it's a good sized one. Had a full evening of uninterrupted writing which was fantastic!
As always, I welcome any and all comments. Just please be constructive with any criticism. ))




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 tone as she addressed the hunter once more.
“Your wound looks deep, would you like to see one of our healers? It is not a great distance to Dacorum…”
There was a moments hesitation as, suddenly, an image flashed into her minds eye of her small hands stroking the naked skin of the muscular humans arm her pale hand on the smooth, warm flesh as it glittered in a pool of light. She could almost feel the firmness of his muscle on her fingertips. The heady rush of blood to her cheeks caught Lacrima off guard and it took effort not to gasp with surprise. Quickly trying to re-centre her thoughts, Lacrima managed to continue unsteadily.
“..Or…perhaps…allow me to help you?”

An awkward silence followed with the hunter remaining static as if he hadn’t even heard the young scouts’ words. The pause allowed Lacrimas mind to run riot with images of her touching this pale, muscular limb. Her skin tingled as her mind tried to recreate what this warriors body would feel like to her delicate touch and this sent an intense flood of emotions through the young half-elf forcing her to draw on her inner strength in a desperate attempt to not stagger back from the mental onslaught. Such was the intensity of the images, Lacrima found herself panting faintly and, with a sudden stab of realisation, she knew she was blushing deeply.

Dim light that filtered through the ruined windows and open roof, catching the reflective surfaces of the hunters shades. The human stood before the scout like a statue of ancient times. I marble carved warrior king, stripped to the waist and battle scarred. The poetic imagery did nothing to help Lacrimas flustered state and, when the hunter finally did speak, even his quiet tone caused her to jump in surprise at the sudden shattering of silence.
“No, no healers.”
Another short pause and this time, the shock had sharpened the young scouts senses and she could detect a feint note of confusion on the hunters stoic features. Was he thinking similar thoughts of her?! His head flicked to look down at his wound and he brought his arm up to allow closer inspection.

Lacrima was transfixed by the movement. Rarely had she seen such a beautifully masculine limb. Whilst being well muscled, it was not over-built and unsightly. Each muscle moved and bunched with smooth 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 gaze once more and Lacrima hoped she didn’t look as flustered as she felt. The hunter spoke and, for the first time since their meeting several minutes before, she detected a note of kindness in his voice. 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, unable to form words and hoped it would be enough. After a long moment, the hunter nodded in return, a slow, short movement and turned away from her, heading toward the dais steps.
Taking this as a silent invitation to follow, Lacrima fell in behind. As she walked, Lacrima allowed her gaze to roam a little more freely over the humans back now she didn’t feel like her every thought was being scrutinised by his intense stare. The human had virtually no fat on his body which allowed Lacrima to see the musculature of his back. She watched the small muscles around his spine sliding back and forth with his gait and the large, impressive muscles of his shoulders as his arms swayed at his sides. The scout looked over his figure and felt a warmth in the base of her stomach as her eyes took in his slim waist and broad shoulders. This truly was an excellent specimen of masculinity. The only thing marring the image was the state of the human’s skin. His back was a latticework of scars, most healed but a few stood out an angry red likely making them fresher and Lacrima found herself building a new level of respect and wonder for this lone warrior. She would have to ask for more about these wounds when the time arose.

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

“Something amuses you?”
Startled, Lacrima snapped her head up to look into the humans shaded gaze once more. She had had no idea 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 scouts heart dropped as she feared she had annoyed the hunter and blown any chance for knowledge. Then, something completely unexpected happened which made her heart sing. For the first time since their meeting, the hunter smiled. It was a brief curling of the lips accompanied by a quick exhalation resembling a snort of amusement but it was enough to bring a beaming grin the female’s mouth.
“Indeed my lady. My mother taught me well to organise myself in all things. An organised mind 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 movements gave evidence that his mothers death was a sore subject which was understandable. Nobody could take such an event without great sorrow but there was something about the stiffness of his turn and the look that flashed across his face before doing so that made the scout think that there was more to it than natural causes. She would perhaps broach the subject when she had gained more of his trust.

Silently, the half-elf slipped into a crouch beside the hunters injured 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 head was getting fuzzy. The first thing that she took in was his scent which was unlike any male before. Most of the men she knew were soldiers in the rebel corps and they smelled of sweat and dirt. This human had a certain muskiness to his scent but he didn’t smell unclean, the aroma was also cut through with a fresh, almost floral scent that sent the young half-elf almost dizzy as she thought that this was how all true men should smell.

On taking his arm, Lacrimas gloved hands felt the firmness of his muscles before the soothing heat of his body penetrated through, heightening what the scout now realised was her arousal. Again, confusion rose in her mind as she tried to fathom how she could be having 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 place that had, barely a few weeks before been a charnel house of blood and decimation. In an attempt to take her mind off her tingling lower regions, Lacrima focused on the warriors injury.

A deep laceration ran down a good length of the hunters 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 object that had done the damage and even through the warmth of her aroused 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 human despite his outwardly calm state. She looked up quizzically
“How did this happen? It is a real nasty wound.”
The hunter uttered a single word that made the young female bite her lower lip with fear and concern
“Daxzkepyl.”
The word repeated in Lacrima’s mind, Daxzkepyl, an officer in the demonic armies. This type of officer was a horrendous amalgamation of man and crustacean, his main weapon being a huge, armour plated claw that resembled that of a lobster or crab. To take down one of these abominations was difficult for a squad of mortals, to do so one-on-one was almost unheard of.
“You fought a Daxzkepyl on your own?!” she gasped incredulously
“I did. The damned spawn died hard and not before causing me this.”
The hunter gestured angrily at the open wound as if such a beast didn’t deserve to be able to cause one such as him pain. Lacrima wondered at this warrior’s martial prowess and made a vow to herself to try and learn as much as possible about the battle. It would likely contain a wealth of tips on how to take on the demons.

Examining the ripped flesh closer, Lacrima made sure the wound was clean and then checked the hunter’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 gloves 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 looks 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 lighten the mood and thinking he had begun to relax, Lacrima grinned
“You’ll not make a seamstress I’m afraid judging by the quality of your stitching though.”
This comment was rewarded with a grunt of merriment and a smile that completely changed the hunter’s face. Lacrima was momentarily taken aback as to how his usually stern features changed so completely into a softness 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 existence 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 knee so she could begin stitching properly. As gently as she could, the scout started to sew up the deep tear. Her training did her proud and the young scout deftly placed small stitches over the wound, drawing the two halves 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.
“Feeling pain is no problem to me. Helps me know I am still human.”
Lacrima laughed incredulously
“Now what is that supposed to mean?”
“When you have seen the twisted agony of a possessed humans face as his body is re-structured from the inside, you quickly learn to appreciate that life isn’t all bad. Pain keeps me sharp.”
Lacrima shook her head with a smirk
“I do not understand your logic sir for I have not seen such a thing and have no wish to. I for one will not rest until the very slightest demonic 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 expression drift over his face like a passing breeze of ill content. This concerned her and she decided to press further, hoping she wasn’t overstepping the mark.
“Is that not what you wish for? A world free of these abominations?”
After a moment, the hunter began to nod slowly
“Indeed, freeing this world of the hell spawn is of great importance to me. As to removing the merest taint…I think that will prove harder than you think young scout.”
The half-elf looked up and tried to peer deeply into the shaded eyes of the human
“Please, call me Lacrima.”
“Lacrima, that is a pleasant name…for a pleasant girl.”
The words caused the half-elf to beam openly as she tied up the final stitch.
“Why, good sir, I do believe you are flirting with me.”
Suddenly, the hunter snatched his arm away from Lacrimas lap, turning his back on her.
“You would not wish to get close to me Lacrima. People near me have a habit of dying.”
Lacrima controlled her shocked surprise and reached out to lay a comforting hand on the hunter’s shoulder. She wanted to keep him close, for both military and personal reasons.
“I am not afraid of danger my lord, I only wish to learn from you. Your knowledge…”
“My knowledge is worth NOTHING to you dead. Besides, you would not wish to know me!”
The force of the hunter’s tone shocked Lacrima but she attempted to keep 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 know you better my lord.”

Lacrima could feel the hunter’s breathing deepen in the movements of his shoulder underneath her hand 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.
“I do not claim to know anything of your background 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 massage the warrior’s shoulders. She also noticed he had not complained so she decided to continue.

The half-elf’s small hands moved delicately over the hunter’s shoulders, squeezing the bunched muscles and straightening them with gentle squeezes of her fingers. The motions over the warm, firm flesh brought a new wave of arousal to the young female and she felt the area between her legs begin to tingle. Was this what desire really felt like? The massage was evidently having an effect on the hunter also as he shifted his weight to make himself more comfortable. Taking the opportunity, Lacrima slid forward on her knees 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 hunter and noting the subtle change in his aroma. The musk she had smelled before was more prominent and it was now overlaid with a sharper scent. Was he becoming aroused also?

The thought drew pictures of a wholly more sordid nature in Lacrimas minds eye and she felt the heat in her cheeks intensify. Also, the tingle in her loins had given way to a wetness that she now felt between her legs. 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 please him?

The young Lacrimas head swum with possibilities and lust began to flood her mind like a long held back tide. Shifting herself up, straightening her kneeling legs, Lacrima raised herself so she could see over his shoulder, the whole time her hands servicing his now relaxing shoulders. A small purr drifted from the back of the hunter’s throat which Lacrima felt through the flesh of his shoulders and this spurred her on to risk a glance. Craning her neck slightly, Lacrima peered over the hunter’s shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t detect what she was doing and focused her gaze on the human’s crotch. The sight that beheld her caused her jaw to drop.

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

[Cheltenham]

I scrutinize with the best intentions, but you should proofread. I spotted a few typos in the latest chapter. Your pacing and detail is very good and paints as clear a picture as the scenes require.

I look forward to the next chapter.

[Atonned]

Wow u sure know how to lets us see thru words!

[LadyRed]

Yes he does...Wonderful, stunning and hmmmmmm.

[Knightwolf]

((Apologies for the delay, work is taking more of my time so updates may be a bit shorter such as this one. I just don't want anyone to think I have stopped writing.

I hope you enjoy and many thanks to those that have posted their very encouraging words so far!!))




It had been a long time since he had felt female hands on his flesh and it was likely he had never felt such a dextrous touch. This half-elf was not only a skilled scout, for what other reason would the rebellion 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 musculature of his shoulders with almost unerring accuracy, seeking out and straightening the muscles bunched and taught from long months of fighting.

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

He heard a soft gasp from his right and angled his head 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 body flush with heat as his lust for this young female began to blossom.

At that point, Lacrima felt eyes upon her and turned her head to look into the hunters’ shaded gaze. The two held that look for several moments as if the locking of their eyes caused them to turn to the stone of desire.

As one, the heads 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 slowness, 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 lust emanating from him as her emerald gaze drank in his strong features and stubbled jaw. She knew full well that his lustful intentions were only matched by her own and she looked into the lenses with a blazing desire. The pair held each others gaze a short time longer, each waiting for the others unspoken approval to continue. Then, silently, their lips met once more and remained in contact.

Lacrima’s eyes fluttered closed as her lips pressed against his, the sensation of kissing this human a drug of such strength that she felt her head begin to spin as, with unconscious movements, she moved her lips against his in a long, passionate kiss.

Liquid heat flowed through him, filling his body 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 flames roared into a new level on feeling her tongue move against his, gently stroking it with an intoxicating tenderness.

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

The warmth of her fingers on his skin sent shivers 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 stomach, he was overcome by a wave of lust and gripped Lacrima’s wrist. The scouts eyes flew open at the sudden feeling but they soon fluttered closed once more, this time with anticipation as she felt him guiding her hand lower, toward the object of her recent desire.

Lacrima allowed her minds eye to picture the swell and trough of the warrior’s abdominal muscles as her pale hand was slid down his firm body. Her breathing quickened as her fingers touched over the waistband and belt, her lips pressing deeper into his as she settled herself lower to enable her to reach his lower body. Her breath then caught in her throat as she touched it.

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

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

[LadyRed]

My eyes were locked on this till the end...seeing the scene as it moves forward....hmmmm Wow is all I can say! heheheheh But then again....I have said that alot hehehehe.

[Knightwolf]

Things are beginning to heat up now...I hope you are all still enjoying it.

Comments as always welcomed!



The hunter’s fingers that had, up until now been caressing Lacrima’s cheek now began a quest down the side of her throat where the warmth of his skin and the delicate touch of his fingers made her pale skin tingle with delight.

His hand continued, across her shoulder and down her arm, finally slipping underneath her elbow and coming to rest over the uppermost clasp of her body armour. The thought that the human was about to begin stripping her sent a thrill through the half elf’s body and her moans 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 shift as her body armour hung beneath her stooped body. With a longing flicker of her tongue, Lacrima broke the pairs kiss and slipped the armour over her head to reveal the slate grey jumpsuit she wore beneath.

Turning back from dropping her armour, Lacrima found the hunter on his feet. Once more the young half-elf found herself marvelling at how the light from the shattered roof glistened from his pale skin giving him an almost ethereal quality as his powerful arms reached out for her. Lacrima felt herself moving without conscious effort and she all but fell into his strong embrace. Throwing her head back, the scout thrust her lips up to meet his once more and her arms wrapped around his firm waist in a passionate embrace.

The hunter wrapped his arms around the half-elf’s slender body and released himself to her passion. He could smell her scent more clearly now the armour was removed and he enjoyed the way each of his senses was caressed by her fresh aroma, her firm, slim body in his arms and the sound of her body moving as it was pressed to his.

Bringing one hand around, the hunter cupped one of the half-elf’s breasts, caressing it gently and delicately teasing the hard nub of her nipple with one of his fingers. The female’s breasts were very firm and pert with the nipples pushing against the fabric of her jumpsuit as if trying to break free of their fabric prison.

Slipping his hand further up her body, the hunter briefly caressed Lacrima’s chin before moving to the zip at her neck, sliding it down and revealing her pale skin to his gaze for the 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 resist no more and dipped his head, placing a garage of kisses between her breasts. Gasping with delight, Lacrima rested her hands on the back of his head, bathing in the feeling of anothers lips and tongue caressing the sensitive skin of her breasts.

[CelticMichaela]

Thank you for introducing me to your story. You were right--I absolutely love it!! I can't wait to read more of it on down the road. <3

[nutmoney]

Great story looking forward to reading more

[Atonned]

Indeed this is written in such a Delicate n special way.

[InsideOut]

I agree this story is great. First of all I love the fantasy setting, not seen that on here before. Then the writing is really good too and the characters have been developed well, it's paced well without feeling slow and has managed to mix the beauty and the erotic together well. I'll wait patiently for more

[Knightwolf]

I cannot thank you all enough for your very kind words!

I'm truly flattered that at least a few people enjoy my writing.

As a bit of a 'treat' (I hope!) I've stayed up a touch later than I should have considering I'm on a 16hr shift tomorrow and written another part. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it!




Feeling the firmness of her full breasts against his lips, the hunter wrapped his arms around Lacrima’s waist, holding her close as he lavished the cleavage of her breasts with his kisses.

Desperate for more, the half-elf shrugged the jumpsuit from her shoulders and allowed the top to fall away to hang below her waist. The slate grey material parted like softly moving curtains to reveal the deep valley of her breasts and the smooth, undulating horizon of her torso to the hungry eyes of the hunter. Lifting his head back slightly, his gaze drank in the delicious curves of her body and the swell of her firm breasts. The dark pink of her areolas stood in contrast to the pale white of her skin and her nipples protruded from the tips of her breasts as if beckoning the human to them.

Obeying the lustful call, the hunter dipped his head once more. This time, his lips wrapped gently around one of Lacrima’s nipples. His lips enveloped the dark areola and drew the nipple into his mouth. This produced a shuddering gasp from the half-elf as the electricity of his suckling transmitted into rippling waves of pleasure that travelled to every corner of her body. Hearing her inhalation and feeling her body shivering at his ministrations, the hunter gently flicked his tongue over the tip of Lacrima’s nipple whilst it was trapped in the warmth of his mouth causing her shuddering to increase and a faint mewling of ecstasy to escape from the scouts’ throat.

Suckling gently, the hunter raised a hand and ran his fingers through the flame red tresses of Lacrimas’ hair. The softness of her hair combined with the smoothness of her skin brought deep growls of pleasure from the hunter that vibrated through Lacrimas’ nipple and caused the nub to harden further, sending electric 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 head rolling back, Lacrima grasped the hunters head in both hands, cupping his stubbled cheeks gently and lifted him so his lips were almost touching hers. Still holding his head, Lacrima brushed her lips over his, ghosting her soft flesh across his slowly before pressing her face forward, taking him into a deep kiss with a faint murmur.

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

Sliding the backs of his fingers along the smooth, soft skin of the half-elfs’ body, the hunter 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 veiled 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 lovers touch, the hunter started squeezing and caressing this perfect backside whilst allowing the tip of his tongue to glide against hers in an elegant dance of passion.

[CelticMichaela]

Amazing as always, my darling!! I just love how your words transport me right to the scene...it takes a damn good author to do that for me. Two very enthusiastic thumbs up, Sir!

[InsideOut]

Another great chapter, you really do paint quite a picture. A beautiful scene told beautifully, what could be better

[LadyRed]

Hmmmmmmmm ever so much what I dream of..hehehehe goosebumps!!! I got ehehehe. As always I picture this...so vividly...I agree with the others...Darling Knightwolf...More please........

[Knightwolf]

Lacrima drifted on a gently undulating sea of pleasure as she felt her body caressed in ways she had never experienced and only rarely imagined. How this hunter was able to be so gentle amazed her as his reputation for merciless killing of his enemies was well known. Yet here, in this decimated church, he held her as a collector of fine sculpture would cradle his finest treasure and caressed her skin with such delicacy it felt little more than the whisper of a lover’s breath washing over her.

The half-elf was snatched from her reverie as the hunters hands tightened on her buttocks and she felt herself being lifted off the stone-paved floor. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around the human and, in doing so, felt the bulge of his erection press against the thin fabric of her panties and rub across the sensitive lips of her womanhood. This was a sensation like no other she had, up until this moment experience and she gasped, open-mouthed on feeling the wave of pleasure that washed quickly over her.

Turning slightly, the hunter took a few steps and lowered the scout slightly before she felt the cold bite of stone on her upper thighs. 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 body and pulled him to her, taking his lips into another deep, lingering kiss.

The hunter allowed the kiss to continue for a few long moments. He couldn’t get enough of her full lips pressing against his and he deeply enjoyed the way her tongue caressed his so delicately. Soon though, he tore his lips from hers as he sought out another level of pleasure. He kissed down the young scouts’ neck and over her chest as he had done before. This time, however, he did not pause at her breasts but continued on, down to her flat stomach, kneeling slowly as his head descended over the pale, soft skin of Lacrimas’ body.

Feeling the tender caress of his lips on the previously untouched skin of her torso sent shivers coursing up Lacrimas’ spine and she ran the fingers of her hands through his short-cropped hair. As the human knelt before her, his intentions 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 body from the altar slightly, allowing the human to slip the soft material of the panties over her thighs, Lacrima felt the thrill as she realised she was soon to be naked in the presence of a male for the first time in her life. A brief feeling of wariness stabbed into her mind as a sudden doubt came in as to how this human would treat her in these most intimate of encounters. This thought was soon quashed however as the panties finally slipped from her feet and fell soundlessly to the paved floor and she felt the humans lips touch against her thighs.

[CelticMichaela]

Good lord, dearie, I love your story! Always leaving me wanting more.

[LadyRed]

Wow!!!!! As always Babe I am in there! more....please?? Hugs!

[luvie]

Originally Posted by Knightwolf

This is my first story so I would welcome any feedback, good or bad.
There will be more to follow as I write it.

I hope you enjoy this opening...


Lacrima picked her way through the rubble and debris of the broken town. Barely a few months before, this had been a bustling stronghold, a last outpost of the dwindling human race. Now it lay decimated, open to the bleak skies like an eviscerated corpse.
The half-elf scouted the area alone, checking for signs of life or, more importantly, signs of demonic infestation. Her sharp eyes scanned the ruins of each building intently, glittering in the fading light like emeralds on an ornate swords hilt.
Lacrima moved stealthily, her long years of training and combat experience making her movements fluid, almost feline. Her shape stalked the shadows, a wraith in search of prey in a desolate landscape.
Her patrol took her toward the centre of the town and the church at its heart. The ancient structure that once cut an imposing silhouette now lay broken. The spire that had once stood proud in its benevolence and glory to the heavens has been destroyed completely. All that remained were snapped rafters jutting toward the heavens like the dried, broken ribs of the town’s chest.
Lacrima approached the once great main door to the church that now yawned wide open like a gaping wound. Its doors had been ripped from their hinges and used as wood to burn the few that had survived the demon attack in a pyre to their fell lord. Lacrima was certain she could still smell the burning flesh of those unfortunates as she entered the threshold of the church, the stench forever tainting the very air that twisted and eddied in the light breeze.
The young half-elf began her search of the desolate interior space when she froze suddenly. Her sharp eyes had spotted movement and she knelt silently behind the splintered remains of a pew to observe the scene before her.
The one known as the hunter was knelt beside the churches altar. He was knelt in a pool of light that was cast through the shattered remains of a large stained glass window. The human had stripped his signature leather greatcoat and black body armour to expose his upper 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 thin sheen of sweat that glittered in the vaguely fragmented ray of light. The hunter had his right arm rested on a broken plinth beside the altar and he appeared to be sewing a deep gash that ran most the length of his upper arm.
The humans muscles flexed and bulged with pain as the needle pierced his flesh and, although the scene before her was gruesome, Lacrima could not help but find a certain pleasure from seeing this half naked human. The mans body was in amazing physical condition, his rippling stomach and large arm muscles sending shivers of enjoyment through the half-elf’s slender body, settling in places she had rarely felt before.
The young soldier moved silently, creeping closer to the hunter as a moth would draw close to a bright flame. She could not explain her excitement or the want to approach but somehow, she just wanted to be closer to him and to gaze upon his from with better detail.
As she drew closer, Lacrima noticed the humans movements and stifled a grin as she realised he was evidently not a trained medic. The hunters stitches were good but his movements were slow and deliberate, strong evidence of one unused to doing such things.
Such was Lacrima’s attention to the muscled human that she forgot her teachings of stealth and accidently kicked a small piece of fallen masonry, sending it skittering across the marbled floor. The hunter’s reaction was immediate and lightning fast. Combat reflexes that had been honed over countless battles snapped his hand down to the nearest weapon, a pistol that had lay out of Lacrima’s sight, behind the rock on which he had rested his injured arm and snapped the sidearm up to point at the source of the sound. “Show yourself.” His deep voice was smooth and resonant, echoing around the desolate church in bass waves.

I'm intrigued to read what will happen next! I'm not usually drawn into a story like this so easily, but you have me hanging in the wind on this one thanks for sharing !

[RubberLoverXXX]

cant wait for more.

[Sisi Gabriel]

Very nice

[Knightwolf]

An apology...

To the few of you that are waiting for an update, one IS in the pipeline but, I'ma afraid, I'm a chef at christmas time. This means I have pretty much ZERO free time!

I hope to return to writing more soon, please be patient and sorry again.

I take this chance to thank all of you that have posted such nice words about this story, it gives me a real boost to know people are enjoying my writing!

[Dirgey]

interesting story so far

[blue.beard]

I'm impressed, a very good first story. Waiting for the rest.

[Atonned]

Yes Waiting for the rest...Amazing work

[Knightwolf]

Long wait I know, I apologise but here at least is a bit more to keep you all interested (I hope)...


The warmth of his breath was the first sensation, ghosting over the delicate skin of her inner leg. This heralded the arrival of the humans lips which touched against her thigh with such a tenderness that it sent shivers of delight coursing through her body. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the hunter drawing his soft lips slowly along her pale skin leaving a trail of tingling flesh in their wake. The young half-elfs hands slid down her own body, using the backs of her fingertips to stimulate the skin of her torso, sending her deeper into the lapping waves of pleasure washing over her.

The further up her thigh the lips travelled, the deeper 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 like exotic electricity flowing into her from his touch. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist heat of his tongue slip from between his lips as his head approached the very top of her leg. He pressed his tongue into the crevice where her leg met her body and lapped gently there launching wave after powerful wave of arousal up her spine. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to clutch the back of the hunters head, trying to draw his lips to the centre of her arousal. Obeying her unspoken command, the hunter lifted his head slightly only to press his lips against the moist lips of her sex.

This first ever touch of another being was almost more than Lacrima could take and she arched her back as the humans soft lips moved against her womanhood in a passionate kiss. The half-elf drew a deep breath through clenched teeth in a long hiss of desire which suddenly became a whimpered gasp of ecstasy as the humans tongue once again pressed forth from his mouth. His hot, wet tongue parted the lips of the young scouts womanhood to press against the nub of her clitoris. Intense shocks of electric arousal coursed along the length of the half-elfs spine as the human flicked his tongue against her clit with long, gentle strokes.

Lacrima gripped the back of the hunters head with an increased urgency as her level of arousal started to peak faster than she ever thought possible. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few times using her fingers but never had she felt such a gentle touch and, even through the thick haze of ecstasy she found herself marvelling at the hunters skill. His skills with a blade and firearm were well documented but never would she had imagined that these skills could be translated into a sexual context.

Lacrimas moans increased in volume along with her arousal and she began to writhe on the cold stone of the alter as she approached orgasm, clawing at the back of the hunters head as her pleasure began to overflow. Whimpering and shuddering along her entire body, Lacrima came to a powerful orgasm. The half-elf wrapped her legs around the shoulders and neck of the hunter, trying to pull his expert tongue as close to her as she could whilst screaming her intense pleasure to the broken rafters of the church.

[LadyRed]

Oh well could not wait! Hmmmmmmmmmmm.....more please! I know I said after work tomorrow heheheheh. Wolf my darling...with out a doubt this story is ever so muchh more! Huggles and hope to chat soon.

[hard2today]

Originally Posted by LadyRed

Oh well could not wait! Hmmmmmmmmmmm.....more please! I know I said after work tomorrow heheheheh. Wolf my darling...with out a doubt this story is ever so muchh more! Huggles and hope to chat soon.

id like to give whatever you like! does this look like it would work for you? mmmmmmmmmm?

[luvie]

Originally Posted by Knightwolf

Long wait I know, I apologise but here at least is a bit more to keep you all interested (I hope)...


The warmth of his breath was the first sensation, ghosting over the delicate skin of her inner leg. This heralded the arrival of the humans lips which touched against her thigh with such a tenderness that it sent shivers of delight coursing through her body. Lacrima moaned softly as she felt the hunter drawing his soft lips slowly along her pale skin leaving a trail of tingling flesh in their wake. The young half-elfs hands slid down her own body, using the backs of her fingertips to stimulate the skin of her torso, sending her deeper into the lapping waves of pleasure washing over her.

The further up her thigh the lips travelled, the deeper 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 like exotic electricity flowing into her from his touch. She gasped slightly as she felt the moist heat of his tongue slip from between his lips as his head approached the very top of her leg. He pressed his tongue into the crevice where her leg met her body and lapped gently there launching wave after powerful wave of arousal up her spine. Moaning louder, the half-elf reached down to clutch the back of the hunters head, trying to draw his lips to the centre of her arousal. Obeying her unspoken command, the hunter lifted his head slightly only to press his lips against the moist lips of her sex.

This first ever touch of another being was almost more than Lacrima could take and she arched her back as the humans soft lips moved against her womanhood in a passionate kiss. The half-elf drew a deep breath through clenched teeth in a long hiss of desire which suddenly became a whimpered gasp of ecstasy as the humans tongue once again pressed forth from his mouth. His hot, wet tongue parted the lips of the young scouts womanhood to press against the nub of her clitoris. Intense shocks of electric arousal coursed along the length of the half-elfs spine as the human flicked his tongue against her clit with long, gentle strokes.

Lacrima gripped the back of the hunters head with an increased urgency as her level of arousal started to peak faster than she ever thought possible. Lacrima had pleasured herself a few times using her fingers but never had she felt such a gentle touch and, even through the thick haze of ecstasy she found herself marvelling at the hunters skill. His skills with a blade and firearm were well documented but never would she had imagined that these skills could be translated into a sexual context.

Lacrimas moans increased in volume along with her arousal and she began to writhe on the cold stone of the alter as she approached orgasm, clawing at the back of the hunters head as her pleasure began to overflow. Whimpering and shuddering along her entire body, Lacrima came to a powerful orgasm. The half-elf wrapped her legs around the shoulders and neck of the hunter, trying to pull his expert tongue as close to her as she could whilst screaming her intense pleasure to the broken rafters of the church.

My mind is in sheer ecstasy!! Don't stop!!
Please whatever you do don't stop!!!! Can not wait to read the next installment, thanks so much for the mind candy

[CelticMichaela]

I've said it before, and I'll say it again...Your skill with the written word is one of the best I've ever seen. Very few authors have been able to draw me in so intensely. Another wonderful installment.

[Cly]

Hot damn. That's so good! Do you post on the actual XNXX stories site? I plan on following this. It dragged me in and I found I was drooling because I forgot to swallow. I think I forgot to breathe. You, sir, make me feel inadequate as an author and that's tough to do. I shall now endeavor to increase my own performance on paper. Bravo, bravo, GOD DAMMIT I WANT MORE!

[Knightwolf]

The hunter moaned softly as he tasted the nectar of Lacrimas sex. His tongue lapped at her as a parched wolf would drink from a stream, pushing his tongue into her opening to reach the moisture within. The half-elfs nectar tasted different to human females, carrying an almost intoxicating sweetness. With the females 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 lavish her with his tongue. The years of battle had left little time for such encounters but the human had enjoyed the company of his fair share of women but there was something about this young half-elf. From her scent to her taste and even her aura spoke to the hunter on a level he had not felt before.

Lacrima mewled like a young kitten as spears of pure ecstasy lanced through her spine sending shivers of pleasure throughout her body. Her pale skin shone in the shaft of light as she writhed on the altar, the humans tongue sending her to levels of sublime pleasure that she had never dreamt possible.

Feeling another climax approaching, Lacrima moaned softly “Please…Please…” She lay her hands on his as they massaged her breasts, bringing them to her nipples where she let him tease them with his fingertips adding another layer of sensation to her reverie. This sent her over the edge once more and with shuddering gasps, Lacrima reached climax for the second time.

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

With an unspoken agreement, the human unbuckled his belt and unzipped his combat trousers, allowing them to fall to the flagstones with a clatter. Propping herself up on her elbows, Lacrima dropped her gaze to the hunters crotch and the bulge that now distended his underwear. Without the confinement of the thick trousers, the bulge seemed even bigger and Lacrima felt a smile creasing the corners of her lips as she watched the hunter finish kicking off his trousers before tucking his thumbs under the waistband and drawing the final barrier down to reveal the object of her current desire.

The smile quickly became an open 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 blood pulsed through it in time to the humans heartbeat.

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

At first, Lacrima only stroked the surface of the shafts skin delicately with her fingertips, enjoying the sensation of the heat and softness of his skin. Then, as her confidence began to build, she slowly wrapped her fingers around the thick shaft, just below the bulbous head. The thickness was such that her fingers only just met on the other side. The size of this organ for one as inexperienced as her was daunting but Lacrima had gone too far to turn back now and she drew the humans foreskin back gently. This caused a long sigh from the humans lips, a sign that she was performing well enough and the young scout began to stroke her hand back and forth in long, slow movements.

The hunter gazed at the half-elfs beautiful face as she reached out to touch him, marvelling at her stunning innocence. The young scout reached out and touched his shaft, retracting as if scalded the moment he felt the cold bite of her chilled skin. He knew immediately of her worry and nodded reassuringly at her startled expression. With his encouragement, she had resumed her caress and the human rolled his head back in enjoyment as her cold, delicate touch traced lines of cool pleasure along the length and breadth of his manhood.

He had to stop himself biting his lip in pleasure as her small hand wrapped itself delicately around his shaft but he couldn’t suppress a sigh of pleasure as the young female drew the skin of his shaft back to expose the sensitive head of his manhood to the cold, stale air. The sigh quickly became a long purr of pleasure as the half-elf started to move her hand along his length, the movement of his foreskin over the tip sending intense sparks of gratification shooting through him. This young scout had not known a mans touch, her body language gave that fact away but, for one so inexperienced, she had an expert touch and her tender caress was heating the furnace of his climax much faster than he expected.

Lacrima gazed, unflinching at the hunters organ as she pleasured it. She marvelled at its size and the way she could feel his heartbeat throbbing powerfully through his shaft as she stroked him. She watched the glistening wetness of the tip each time she pulled his foreskin back to reveal it. She sensed the hunter shifting his weight slightly and she closed her eyes as she felt his fingers running through the thick strands of her ponytail, rolling her head 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 idea came unbidden to the young half-elfs mind and her eyes widened slightly at the thought of what she could do and the sensations it would bring. Licking her lips and dropping her head back to face the hunters groin, Lacrima began to lean forward. Watching the females movements, the hunter realised her intentions and a wave of expectation overtook him, moving his hand to start caressing the thick hair at the back of the scouts head.

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

The hunters purr got louder at her lips caress and Lacrima spent several long moments lavishing the humans 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 heat of the half-elfs mouth enveloped him with euphoric warmth and his hand tightened its grip on the back of her head. He was careful not to push or force the girl into anything she didn’t want but it was a hard fought battle of will not to try and slide the warmth further along his shaft.

Lacrima had never tasted anything like this before and she let the salty yet almost sweet flavours wash over her taste buds. She found the taste most pleasurable and she flicked her tongue over the flesh filling her mouth in an effort to get a more intense sensation. This had the effect of tearing a grunt of enjoyment from the humans throat and a slight push as the hunter desperately fought to control his urge to thrust deep into the females throat. Lacrima understood what this meant and she began to move her head slowly back and forth along the thick shaft of the humans penis. Such was the girth of the organ, Lacrima was unable to get much more than a quarter of its length into her mouth before she felt it begin to push against her larynx. Judging by the volume and tone of the noises the hunter was making, she doubted it mattered much but then she heard his deep voice, taught with ecstasy “My lady…I’m…close…”

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

The half-elf tightened her lips on the throbbing shaft and stroked her hand along it, her other hand coming up to massage the humans large testicles. She wasn’t sure why but somehow it felt like the right thing to do. She was proven right as, moments later, a loud roar echoed through the church and Lacrima felt a strong jet of liquid strike the back of her throat. Such was the surprise that the young half-elf quickly withdrew her head but she managed to keep her hands on the 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 pale orbs of her breasts glistened with thick trails of sperm and, as more showered onto them, the liquid began to drip onto the flagstones with a quiet patter.

The hunters grunts subsided as the last 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 lovers breathed heavily from their exertions and Lacrima slowly brought herself to her feet. Once stood, she wrapped her slender arms around the humans muscular waist, looked up into his shades and whispered two words.
“Take me.”

[knoxvillainswife]

Wow. That's amazing writing, and I really love the fact that you never forget the world it's set in as a back drop. I find it very jarring when the characters go to have sex and suddenly the references change. Not only that, it's excellently proofed.
And...more storyline please, please please please? I want to know why the world is desolate, why humankind is a vanishing race, everything.

[LadyRed]

Hmmmmmmmm I love it! More please....Wolf darling this story has truely progressed since the days we talked about it and I got the first paragraphs. Thinking of the scene and the backdrop and the old church and all of the area about. Knowing danger is right there close by...I still have goosebumps.

Oh ever so much more dear friend! I cannot wait but know I have to! hehehehehe.

[Cly]

Taught should be taut... otherwise, the spelling and most of the grammar was great. These are just too short. As soon as this whole sex scene is done, I want to know more about the world they are coming from! Sexy, sexy, sexy! Beautiful. It's seriously painful to have to wait so long!!! I rarely long for the continuation of stories I find on here, or most other sex story sites, but this one.... More soon, please!

[CelticMichaela]

Once again I'm drawn closely into the story...I was listening to some of the songs you sent me links to as I was reading and wow...so intense! I shiver with anticipation at what will come next!

[g1or3y87]

amazing related wow wow wow