Hunter & prey

[Knightwolf]

Sorry it was so long coming...


There was an extended pause as the hunter looked at her in silence, his only movement being to place his hands on her hips. Then, in the delicious bass growl that always sent a thrill of excitement through the young half-elfs body, he replied.
“As you wish, my lady.”

That said, the human gripped underneath Lacrimas firm buttocks and lifted her once more onto the stone slab of the altar. The half-elf spread her legs willingly and wrapped her arms around the hunters neck as he stepped between them. Glancing down, the young scout was impressed at the fact the human was still hard despite his climax only a short time earlier and another thrill of excitement passed through her at the prospect of the hunters stamina.

The hunter ran his hands slowly up Lacrimas smooth thighs, his shaded eyes following his hands as they glided smoothly along the half-elfs pale skin. As his hands reached hr waist, Lacrima felt something push against the hard nub of her clitoris and she realised that she was feeling the warm moistness of a males penis against her womanhood for the first time. Like a thunderbolt of lust, the realisation that she was about to lose her virginity. Not only that but she was about to be deflowered by a human and on a desecrated church altar.

The dark gothic overtones of this thought rocked the young scout and she stared up into the shades of the hunter with a heady mix of lust, worry and intrigue. As if in response to her sudden insecurity, the human wordlessly dropped his posture and pressed his lips against hers. The unprecedented move succeeded in both surprising the inexperienced half-elf and calming her as she relaxed into the more familiar actions of kissing him passionately.

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

Placing one hand onto the altar for support and the other onto Lacrimas firm breast for his own pleasure, the hunter started to gently push forward, the tip of his shaft sliding down from the half-elfs clitoris and beginning to press against the tight opening of her sex. Such was the humans girth that it was several moments of gradually building pressure before the head of his penis finally broke into the half-elfs sex. Both partners moaned into each others mouths at the moment of penetration, Lacrima gasping at the sudden filling sensation and the hunter grunting at the tightness that gripped the head of his penis. Barely an inch more and the human felt the natural barrier that truly explained the young females tentativeness.

Slowly, the hunter broke away from the full lips of the young scout and looked down into her enthralling emerald eyes. The hunter asked a silent question, the moment too precious to ruin with the vulgarity of words. With equal silence, Lacrima gave her reply with a smile and an almost imperceptible nod. For the first time since she could remember, Lacrima saw the hunter and she could have wept with joy at the enchanting handsomeness that now blossomed on his face. Such a simple movement softened his features and she could now truly see his inner beauty.

In return, the joyful grin that spread over Lacrimas face was so beatific that the hunter felt a deeper than ever yearning to pleasure this stunning young half-elf and preserve such a heaven sent beauty. With as much care as he could muster, the human began to push forward. The barrier to the half-elfs virginity did not give easily and the young female bit her bottom lip as she felt the pressure inside her body grow to its inevitable climax. With a deep grunt, the hunters tip broke through Lacrimas hymen and penetrated deep into her womanhood with a long slow, careful thrust until almost three quarters of his length was embedded within her velvet sex.

The scouts mouth opened wide and she let out a gasp of pain as she felt her final innocence rupture and the slowly growing feeling of being filled deeper than she had ever experienced. The pain of her deflowering quickly faded as, once inside her, the hunter held himself still to allow her to become more accustomed to the feeling of his thick, hard member invading her tight channel. The hunter was truly a gentle lover and Lacrima smiled once more as she got used to the feeling and began to bathe in the euphoria of coupling with a being she had quickly developed strong feelings toward.

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

Lacrimas voice joined his in a chorus of ecstasy as both lovers experienced previously unknown degrees of gratification in their carnal quest for release. As their lovemaking continued, the pale skin on both of the beings glistened with sweat in the shaft of light spearing through the shattered spire that picked them out as the only movement in this desecrated house of god.

Lacrima looked up into the hunters face as he filled her again and again and a sudden thought drifted into her pleasure hazed mind. She had never seen the hunter without his shades on, indeed, she had never known anybody to see the human without his eyes covered. What could he possibly have to hide behind those reflective shades of his?! Unable to control her moans and whimpers of pleasure, the scout slowly reached a slender hand up and stroked the hunters cheek as he made love to her. His grunts of enjoyment became a deep purr at her gentle touch and his features softened again at this show of tenderness. Feeling she had his trust, Lacrima hooked a finger beneath the arm of the shades, behind the hunters ear. His reaction was so lightning fast that the half-elf felt the humans hand grip her wrist before she had even registered his movement. His grip was strong and his face hardened slightly making the young scout think she had ruined their encounter.

The hunters face then drooped slightly and he quietly growled “You do not want to see…not now…” He slowly drew out from her and Lacrima felt a sudden emptiness and not just the physical emptiness of his no longer being inside her. The hunter then took her hand and gently eased her into a standing position. The confused and saddened half-elf numbly complied thinking he was about to turn his back on her and begin dressing but, in a surprising movement, the hunter turned Lacrima to face away from him and he slowly eased her forward until she was bent over with her hands on the stone altar. With a dawning realisation, Lacrima smiled to herself as she felt his strong hands grip her waist and the head of his manhood began to slip back into her from behind.

The hunter didn’t have any intention to allow the young scout to see behind his shades. He couldn’t stomach the idea of scaring her in this most intimate of moments. He opted to make sure that she wouldn’t be able to meddle further whilst still being able to finish this deeply euphoric encounter. Seeing the half-elf female from behind sent more shivers of excitement through him as he couldn’t help but marvel 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 urge grip his mind. A feral grin passed momentarily across his lips before he wrestled control once more and took hold of Lacrimas waist before penetrating her once more.

Lacrima mewled as she felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over her with each thrust of the hunters shaft. Every push eased his large member deeper and deeper into her as she took more and more of him into her body. The feeling of being filled so completely was proving more than she could take and, throwing her head back, the scout cried out in climax as a powerful orgasm ripped through her entire body. Twitching and writhing against him, Lacrima felt the hunters body begin to tense and she could feel the head of his shaft begin to grow inside her. She didn’t need previous experience to know what this heralded and she urged the human on in a breathless attempt to allow him to feel the great level of ecstasy that she had just experienced.
“Please…don’t stop…”

The females inner walls enveloped his length in their perfect grip and the hunter drifted on the waves of gratification that bathed him with each movement of his shaft inside her body. When the half-elf reached orgasm, her inner walls rippled over him with deep, milking waves and he felt his own climax building quickly under such an amazing torrent of pleasure. He looked down and watched the females buttocks ripple slightly with each meeting of their bodies and this sight was all it took to send him tumbling over the edge of ecstasy. Even as he fell, the hunter managed to keep a tentative grip 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 jets until the product of his release dripped from her buttocks in thick, creamy strands.

[LadyRed]

As always my dear friend a wonderful addition. I could so see them there...moving together and kissing..and his taking her from behind. Hmmm I so wish it was me!

[CelticMichaela]

Absolutely amazing, my darling. A very pleasant surprise to find a new addition!

[Knightwolf]

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

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

It took several minutes for the lovers to regain any sort of composure but, slowly, they stood and Lacrima sat on the altars 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 chest as it heaved and the network of scars that crisscrossed almost every inch of his body. Finally, the young half-elf broke the silence and quietly spoke.
“Have you known anything except combat?”

In a surprising reaction, the hunter began to chuckle softly, his head still drooped between his shoulders.
“My mother was a hunter, she began my training as soon as I was strong enough to hold a weapon…I live to 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 hunter winced and immediately Lacrima knew she had touched on a painful memory although the hunter still replied to her question
“My father was a hunter…once…”
Partly already knowing and dreading the answer, Lacrima felt compelled to continue
“Your mother…is she…?”
“Dead…yes.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Do not be, her battle is over, she is at peace…More than can be said for the pitiful remnants of my race.”

Lacrima stood, conscious of the tightness around her buttocks where the hunters seed was quickly drying in the cool air of the church. She padded over to where the hunter slumped and knelt, reaching out to take his stubbled chin in her fingers. He raised his head and she looked into his shaded eyes, seeing the solemn concern etched into her reflection
“If there were more humans like you, the human race would have little to worry about.”
The hunter snorted and turned away, his voice taking on a hard 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 strong, 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 voice sincere as she continued
“…Those are the skills needed to face and defeat the demon hordes. I do not know of many humans that share all such traits in one package.”

Silence met her words 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 look of deep sorrow marring his handsome features.
“All my life I have fought to push back the demon hordes, to give humanity a fighting chance. It is a sad irony that I fight the ethereal hordes…”

A deep sigh escaped the hunters lips before he continued on a seemingly unrelated path
“My mother was a gifted huntress. No demon could best her in combat and many had learned to fear her blade. My father was a masterful sniper, able to take the heart or brain from a possessed at almost inhuman distances.

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

A humourless smile creased the edges of the hunters lips

“If only my mother had been able to foresee what was to pass. She would have found a way to end me before I was born.”

Lacrima almost fell back as the words battered her ears like a tidal wave. She looked at the human aghast
“How can you say such a thing?! You alone have won and aided in winning countless battles against the demons. You are a gift to humanity more precious than any I know!”

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

The hunters face suddenly dropped as though drained of strength and his voice dropped to a quiet softness
“My mother only learned of my fathers taint after my birth and killed him, her one true love. Her strength failed her when she turned on me however, motherly love overwhelming the need to destroy the demonic taint.

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

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

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

Sparks of flame danced in the humans eyes like a sputtering fire, the orange and yellow a deep contrast to the cool blue of his natural colour.

Calming herself, Lacrima lowered her hands and tried to soften her breathing in an attempt to regain composure
“You have demonsight?”

The hunter nodded
“Indeed. My fathers legacy and the thing that separates me from true humanity. I can see peoples auras and know their feelings…sometimes better than they know themselves. The flames get brighter in times of anger… or … any kind of heightened emotion. I have to keep them covered to avoid being labelled tainted and hunted down myself. That is why I must always remain in control, especially at…intimate times. I will never allow my tainted seed to impregnate another. I will ensure I am not responsible for any further infection to the human race.

Despite the harshness of his words and even though she could see the evidence 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 hard for a human to impregnate one of elven lineage. I want you to fill me…please…I want you to know the pleasure of shooting your seed into me.”

[CelticMichaela]

Wow...yet another intense posting! If this ever becomes a full-on book, I don't think I'd ever be able to put it down!

[Sybil 16]

Beautifully written. Thank you for posting it.

[LadyRed]

Wow as always my dear Wolf. I fought this blasted dino to check this thread and finally got back online...As always you fill my thoughts and my ideas. Hugs. and remember...this story is wonderfully written. A book would be awesome heheheh I know I would NEVER put it down heheheh.

[Cly]

One thing, he had already told her his mother was dead in a previous post so it shouldn't be a surprise to her. And she should totally get pregnant. That'd be so hot. Now I wanna see some demon action!

[Lonelyman51]

FANTASTIC!!! Enjoyed it soo much. If you ever think of expanding this to a story of how they join forces to fight demons together, please let me know. I would love to read thoise stories also.

[Knightwolf]

First off, I apologise GREATLY for my absence!

Had a lot of things to deal with recently but am hopefully back now and have got a decent chunk more written. This is likely the last post on this story, I'll now concentrate on proof reading and re-adjusting before posting onto the sex stories area.

Thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy!


The hunter jerked Lacrimas shoulders back to look into her eyes, his face a mask of shocked confusion. His features were now intensified by the fact that the young half-elf could now see the humans eyes. His voice was an incredulous whisper
“But…you should be repulsed! I am that which we strive to eliminate. I am demon-kin!”

Lacrima smiled and poured her sincerity into the glacial orbs of his eyes as she replied
“It is true that you have ethereal blood running through your body. However, you are living proof that having a demonic taint does not mean you are doomed! You have fought the demonic corruption of this world since your very first breath!”
The half-elf gripped the hunters shoulders 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 chosen path of light and honour. You put most full humans to shame.”

Lacrima smiled once more in mirror to that slowly spreading on the hunters lips. When he spoke, his voice was a soft tone of genuine happiness.
“I have encountered many kinds of being but never have I met such a person as you Lacrima.”

Hearing her name spoken by her lover for the first time sent a thrill through Lacrimas body and she dropped her head into his bare chest as she took him into a tight hug. It was only then that a sudden thought flew into her mind.
“You have allowed me to know your dark secret and we have made love…although I still do not know your name.”

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

Lacrimas brow furrowed in thought as she attempted to dredge up memories from her teachings.
“That is a rare name indeed, I feel as if I have heard that name although I cannot recall from where.”
“I have heard the same myself although I fear I cannot enlighten you further as I do not know for certain myself although my mother did once tell me it is a name from ancient legend.”

The young half-elf smiled
“Perhaps some ancient warrior lord or king…”
She traced a finger down the hunters chest as she continued, a coy smile on her lips
“Does my warrior king wish to fill his queen with his potent seed?”

Gazing down at her exquisite beauty, Artorius found this half-elf extremely difficult to deny and her huskily voiced question with all its erotic overtones made it all but impossible to ignore. He could reply with but only one thing.
“As you wish…my queen.”

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

It certainly seemed to Lacrima that the human could indeed read her feelings as, once she was positioned, she almost immediately felt the hardness of his erection pressing against her outer lips. The scout believed that they had had enough foreplay in their first coupling, this time she just wanted to feel his member inside her, filling her and it seemed he shared the same thoughts.

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

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

Looking up at him as he thrust into her slick entrance, Lacrima became mesmerised by the inner flames behind his eyes. The orange and yellow sparks were growing in intensity and, already a faint glow was emanating from the lower part of the humans irises.

Artorius sighed and moaned as he felt the exquisite tightness of the half-elfs sex enveloping him as he pushed into her again and again. Wave after wave 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 sensations emanating from his groin were heightened and complimented by his other senses emanating from the half-elf laying naked before him. His eyes drank deeply of her pale skin, her luscious curves and her full breasts, bouncing so deliciously as she writhed on the stone slab. He tasted her scent in the air coupled with the musky scent of their fluids as the lovers base were desires being acted out. His ears took in the soft whimpers and sighs of pleasure that flowed smoothly from her throat combined with the intermittent gasp as his thick shaft stroked against a particularly sensitive area of her inner sex and even the rumble of distant thunder helped to push his lust ever higher.

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

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

Lacrima had drifted on the soothing waters of pleasure in their first coupling but now, in this second, she pushed herself along the stronger currents of lust. She had lost her virginity to this human and she had tasted the sweet nectar of lovemaking and now she wanted more. This human daemon hunter had stretched her womanhood already and had quickly become 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 naked body, been brought to orgasm through oral sex and tasted the sperm of a human male. Now she lay on a desecrated altar being violated for the second time in as many hours by the same human and she was loving every moment of it.

Gazing into the simmering flames of the tainted humans growing lust, the young scout took in his muscular torso, his pectorals moving as his powerful arms pulled her body onto his huge shaft over and over again and his abdominals as he thrust forward to bury himself inside her. She also gazed at his handsome features now enhanced by the removal of his concealing shades. His glittering, glacial eyes tempered by the deep orange glow of his passion fair shone with vitality and his weathered face softened by his desire for her.

Sitting herself up, Lacrima gripped the Arturius’ forearms, a movement which pressed her breasts together enhancing her cleavage and continued to look deep into the humans eyes as he ploughed his hard shaft into her willing body.

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

Just as she began to worry about her future predicaments, her questions were answered. The whole inner church was suddenly thrown into stark relief as a bright bolt of lightening ripped the sky open. This was immediately followed by a tremendous crack of thunder which echoed around the desolate space. The sound then changed from the thunderous echoes to the sounds of heavy rain pouring out of the sky.

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

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

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

This sent a bright lance of excitement down her spine as she realised what was to cum. She was about to feel a humans sperm being unloaded inside her.

The half-elf lost control of herself and began to beg her human lover.
“Fill me my love, give me all of your seed, let me feel you empty your sperm into my womb.”

The half-elfs words washed over Arturius’ ears and he could not believe what he was hearing. When they first met, this young scout had been shy to the point 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 breasts. Pressed together, they bounced like firm cushions and the pale flesh glistened with a mixture of rain and sweat giving them another aspect which he found to be intensely pleasurable.

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

Locking his eyes on hers, Arturius roared his release as he felt load after load of his seed squirting inside the hot wetness of Lacrimas womanhood. Lacrima too toppled from the ledge of her ecstasy and fell willingly into the fire of her own powerful orgasm as she felt the spreading heat of the humans ejaculation as it spurted against her inner walls in multiple jets.

[CelticMichaela]

Absolutely amazing, as always. But if this is the last installment, how do we know what happens next? :P

[Knightwolf]

As previously mentioned my dear michaela, the ending will appear in the final version once I submit it to the sex stories section of the site.

Here is a teaser of my next project...

AT THE LORDS PLEASURE

Davin Brynx saw death come for him and despaired. He looked around helplessly as they circled him, desperate for a way out, one mistake or misstep that would allow him to dodge between them and run, to break for freedom but his mind already told him that there would obviously be none.

So many had gone before him and few had returned. Those that had had been broken men with distant, glazed eyes. Davin knew that if he survived this, and it was unlikely he would, it would take weeks of attention and gentle nursing to bring him around and, if past victims were any example, he would never speak of this ordeal to anybody, such was the trauma he was about to suffer.

As the circle grew tighter, the woodcutters mind replayed that fateful day a week ago when the omen of their doom had come.

[CelticMichaela]

I'll get my popcorn ready!

[LadyRed]

Ready and waiting dear heart. Soda Michaela?? Settling in for more stories. Glad to see this..though I did get a bit of it before you posted. Hmmmm ready for the new one dear.

[CelticMichaela]

Originally Posted by LadyRed

Ready and waiting dear heart. Soda Michaela?? Settling in for more stories. Glad to see this..though I did get a bit of it before you posted. Hmmmm ready for the new one dear.

Dr. Pepper, please. :-D I got a sneak peek as well...I'm on the edge of my seat in anticipation!

[LadyRed]

Dp it is and Wolf darling we are awaiting. Hmmmm cannot wait for more. Hugs dear.

[nicelymoistly]

What an amazing story, read it all at work this evening, thought i could keep some for when i got home but was so good i couldn't close down my laptop. Brilliant writing.

[Knightwolf]

Hello everyone.

First off, no I'm not dead or quit. I have recently been promoted making my little free time all but non-existent now!

As a preliminary taster, I am posting the opening to what I hope will become my entry for CAW 13. I won't post the title and what is put here is likely to be re-written but I hope you like it nonetheless.

Just want you to know I am still here and still writing when I can.


“You’re sure we’re on the right track aren’t you?” Erasmous taylor frowned as the station wagon bumped and rattled its way along a dirt track. “It seems a bit…out of the way.”

Katrina chuckled as she studied the map in her hands. “Well, it was an asylum Ras. It’s not as though they’d build it in the middle of town now would they?!”

The other occupants of the car joined in with the young womans laugh and a young blonde haired lad spoke up. “Yeah, imagine if anyone escaped, that would be one hell of a day trip!”

The small group laughed heartily and Erasmous scowled, crestfallen. “Not funny Arnold and that’s not what I meant Kat and you know it! Lord only knows your direction sense isn’t the best.”

“Oh lord yes, you remember that time we went on that weekend trip to New Haven?” A black haired girl sniggered “We were half way to New London before you realised your mistake.”

“Screw you Juli. You were no use then anyway. Waaay to busy with Arnolds tongue shoved half way to your tonsils!” Now it was Julliannes turn to look sheepish as Kat and the others fell about with laughter, even Ras cracking a smile at Kats put-down before returning to the matter at hand.

“Y’gotta admit Juli, she’s kinda right. Anyways, we ARE on the right track yes?” Kat scrutinised the map and nodded. “Yeah, should be the bridge coming up just around this bend.”

The five occupants of the car continued to bicker noisily until Ras brought the station wagon around a sharp left hand turn made blind by a large copse of trees and stopped. The whole group stopped talking at the same time as they beheld the sight before in dumbstruck silence. Only Phillipa, the youngest in the group that had remained mostly quiet throughout the trip uttered any kind of sound, a breathy, elongated “woah!”

A wrought iron bridge spanned the Kennebec river and began a long, winding driveway up to a large mansion surrounded by high fences. The building would definitely have once been magnificent but had stood desolate for over 30 years and it looked it!

The once immaculate high-arched windows were streaked and dull, several being smashed. The walls that had once been a gleaming white were now stained by the elements and decades of bird droppings and damp had caused long streaks of ruddy brown running down from the roof so as to make it look as the the building itself was weeping at its own decline, or possibly bleeding.

[Knightwolf]

Just a brief note to all that are interested.

Hunter & Prey is now complete and published in the sex stories area.

http://stories.xnxx.com/story/48235/...%26amp%3B_Prey

I am sorry this has taken so long and I hope you all believe it to be worth the wait!