They had been, as the red-haired one had said, scouting out a potential colony site, but their dropship had been picked up by the Isiri’s NCS sensor network and the nearest contestable force, Lysera’s, dispatched. As she stepped down to the road on which the humans had travelled she became extremely cautious with the placement of her feet, careful not to scuff any of the multiple tracks that crisscrossed Latino the area as she started to look around, just in case they turned out to be relevant. The going was difficult at first since many of the original tracks had been disturbed in the aftermath as wounded and dead humans both had been dragged clear, but it didn’t take long until she came across what she was hoping to find, Isiri blood. Despite how little Isiri blood lay on the battlefield compared to what had been spilt from their foe, her sense of smell and keen eyes had helped to find a distinctive too-deep crimson streak soaked into the sand and partially covered. bareback She recognised the pattern the droplets had left as being from a particularly strong bladed slash, Cut-cheek, she thought. As she stared at the sand around the blood, taking in each indentations size, shape and location, the picture of what had happened began to form in her mind's eye. She identified and followed the actions of a set of boot prints, walk, walk, pause, kneel, sucking twist, shell casings, jump back, drop weapon, Isiri footprints, blood. The marine had knelt likely the instant the order to charge had been given and had discharged a burst of fire. Counting the shell casings Lysera could see how little she had managed to get off before she had been rushed by cut-cheek. A few details of the fight had been obscured by the obvious drag marks of a male humans corpse, but one set of tracks were clear enough, leading away from the stricken cut-cheek and further off into the rocks. Lysera followed with a slow deliberate pace, ensuring she never lost the set of footprints as they began to separate from the chaos of the fight, becoming more distinct and less cluttered. Lysera was impressed with how the human had stuck to natural cover, slipping away from the fight unhindered and Fucking unnoticed by Isiri. As she took each step with care, feeling the coarse sand as it pressed between her clawed toes, she turned her mind to that of her prey, trying to see thing from her point of view, but the more she tried to make sense of it the less it did. If the stories she had heard of these unique marines were to be believed they were fierce warriors, fanatic to the human cause and fearless. Yet this one had fled. If a coward then a strong, intelligent one, but that notion didn’t feel right. It felt like she was missing something critical, some information that would make everything just fall into place. As time passed and the distance grew the non-ambient scents in the air from the battleground and the camp grew thinner and thinner leaving only one. The smell of human sweat and metal, no matter how faint, was like a beacon to Lysera’s senses and it allowed her to pick up her pace, gaining confidence until she was as a steady run, her feet pounding the sand as she no longer had to follow the prints in the sand, having only to stop on occasion to re-scent her prey. The human had travelled fast but had so far made easy game in the hunt, her tracks easy to follow and Lysera, though moving fast herself, relying on the fire burning within to provide her with strength and stamina she didn’t yet push herself to her limits. She was unsure at which point she would catch up with the human and it wouldn’t do to arrive out of breath and off guard. As the shadows of the planets long twilight began to set in, casting the world in an eerie red light haze the planets duel moons began to rise and Lysera found herself slowing. Over the last couple of kilometres the ground to either side of her had begun to rise and close in, what had been a low valley when she had entered was fast becoming an increasingly narrow gulch, the cliff walls stretching out above her in what for her would be a challenging climb and for a human an impossibility. threeway Lysera came to a stop at a point where the gulch narrowed further, her breathing controlled despite the lengths at which she had been running, her instincts giving her pause. The human’s scent was thick here, recent and alluring in its baseness, no perfumes or masks, just her prey, tired from a long run, seeking shelter from the sands as night approached. Taking a step forward Lysera put a hand on the Lancer strapped to her back and she remembered her Seconds words, to be wary of the sands. She had no doubt her Second had been cautioning her not to forget about the planets unpredictable sandstorms, but even though none were in the air that she could sense, she hesitated, feeling uncharacteristically uncertain. The smell and sense of her prey so close fed the fire in her and it commanded she finish the chase, take the human while she was tired and unprepared, find a quiet spot sheltered away from the world and claim her prize. The fire drove her forward another few steps but again something in her mind held her back. He had never experienced a titfuck before, and this was blowing his mind. "Nice to see you too, Grim." I opened the mail, and well, it was porn. What were you planning on us doing?" So, for me it wasn't a wardrobe. I dont doubt that he will get another chance to redeem himself. When my whole weight was on the dildo and the ‘T’ I lifted my feet off the chairs and let the motor take over. She handed me a wrapped gift. More like dangerous and stupid.” The rounded tips of those tentacles seemed to be teasing her pussy. "Yeah! He rubbed her with threeway more pressure and bent down to kiss her thigh and he could smell her scent. Brenda was still cleaning bareback a glass “And what will your girlfriend be having, Sam?” I kept attacking her clit, making her body squirm on the soft bed made of ground cover. His rigid Fucking tool, still slicked with sucking their mingled spend, moved Latino easily in her grasp.