Aftermath by Justin
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Disclaimer: I do not own Galerians, only a copy I bought at
Babbages. Galerians is owned by Ascii, Crave Entertainment, and Polygon Magic.
(I think that's all of them...) I do not own any of the characters from the
game, although I do claim ownership of my own characters, as well as any
personality and/or appearance changes I have given the (very few) surviving
game characters. I am not responsible for any Shorting deaths induced by this
fanfic. Enjoy ^_^
GALERIANS
A F T E R M A T H
Chapter 10: Their Last Night
The week passed by quickly, as the rebel spies gathered information for the
dwindled rebels. The Northern Faction remained in hide, while the love of Cain
and Lilia deepened. Every day, their love grew stronger, and they sometimes
felt like a normal couple, completely forgetting about the crisis of the world
around them.
Every night, they could meet atop the rebel sanctuary, and watch the sun set
together. After the sun crept away over the horizon, they would just look out
to the city and talk. They would talk for hours, just talk about their past,
forgetting all about their looming future.
Then one night, Cain was not there to meet her. She hadn't seen him for over an
hour, he told her he would meet her on the rooftop after he took care of
something. The rest of the rebel team was out for the night, off to a local
tavern for a good drink. She waited, waited some more, as she watched the
sunset, alone. The cold night air added to her loneliness.
"Cain… where are you?"
Frustrated, she went back downstairs, to his quarters. "What could be
taking him so long?" she thought, those words intensifying with every
step. She came to his room, hoping he was ok. Slowly, Lilia opened the door, to
see a sight she thought she would never see.
There was Cain, curled up in a tight ball in his bed. Cold, shivering, he was
facing away from his door.
"Cain-sama… are you ok?"
She was answered with a dread silence, before she walked Cain's bed. She saw
what she'd hoped not to. He was crying. Cain, the ruthless Galerian, had gone
quite soft in the last several days, but to cry… That was something Lilia
didn't think she'd ever see, but there he was, sniffling, crying his heart out.
She leaned over him, covering her body above his, wrapping her arms around him
gently.
"Cain-sama, please stop… don't cry… tell me what's wrong, ok?" She
felt like crying herself, fighting hard to hold back her tears. Truly, it hurt
her just to see him weep.
"Tomorrow, I'll have to go…"
Lilia gasped. She couldn't breathe. She'd forgotten about the mission, she
hadn't noticed the week blurring by them.
"N-No… Cain… I can't let you go… Cain-sama, are you sure there isn't any
other way?"
"I'm sorry, Lilia-sama… The spies have all the information they need… to
wait any longer, it would just give the Galerians the time they need… I… I have
to go tomorrow, Lilia-sama-"
He was cut off by his own weakness. Tears poured from his eyes, soaking into
his pillow. He couldn't talk; he barely had the strength to keep crying.
"Cain-sama…" Lilia tried, but she couldn't say anything after that;
she was speechless. Nothing she could say would make it any better.
Cain finally gained control again. "Just when I finally found a reason to
live…"
Lilia couldn't take it anymore, seeing her Cain like this. "Cain, stop it…
uncurl yourself, you're not a rolly-polly."
He did so, extending his legs, and slowly putting his arms around her. He
looked into her eyes; she couldn't help but break down at that moment. The sad,
lost look in his eyes, it took her down with him. She huddled up to him, her
head tightly against her chest. Clinging to his shoulders, she freed one of her
hands, girlishly pounding on his chest.
"Damn you, Cain… Why did I have to fall in love you you… Why, damn
it…"
"Lilia-sama, I'm sorry… I don't have a choice… I'm just one person, I
don't matter. The world, the millions of people living on it… they are what
matter… but your life is more important to me than anyone else's, and I want
you to live… that's why I have to die…"
"No, Cain! I can't let you… it's suicide… you can't die…" she
pleaded, as she continued banging her fist on his chest. A moment later she
sensed yet another depressed emotion from the Galerian.
"…What is it now?" she asked, stopping her harmless thrashing.
"Lilia… I, um…"
"…Cain?" she asked, tenderly wrapping her arms around his waist.
"I… may have some experience, like I told you before… but, I…"
She was starting to catch on. "You've never-"
"No, I haven't… I've never gotten close enough to-- share my soul… and
tomorrow, I'm gonna die… without even feeling the pleasure…"
"Cain…" She felt tense, before continuing, "Can I be the one to
give you that pleasure?"
He was stunned. This had to be some sort of dream, every girl Cain had ever
even tried to put the moves on had pushed him away, and he'd never gotten close
enough before they'd discovered his Galerian roots. Could this be it? What he'd
been waiting for ever since he got his own life outside the collective?
"Lilia-sama… you'd do that… for me?"
Then again every woman he'd been with was human. Lilia was a Galerian. She
wouldn't have any reason to hold prejudice against him.
"Yes, Cain-sama," she answered, "I want to feel that too… to be
with someone I can trust…"
"But…" he continued to argue somewhat with himself, "I… I don't
want to take advantage of you like that… I don't want to use you,
Lilia-sama."
"You wouldn't be using me, Cain-sama… I want it too…" she said,
beginning to blush somewhat.
"If you wish, my dearest." He peeled off the makeshift bandage from
his upper left arm, his wound now only a mild scar. He followed with the one on
his left shin, completely healed from the acid burn. His Galerian inheritance
certainly gave him an edge in healing the wounds of combat.
He gulped nervously as she reached for his collar. "What's wrong,
Cain-sama? You do want to be comfortable, don't you?"
"They are comfortable-"
"Stop lying, Cain. I can tell when you're lying," she playfully
snapped back while unbuckling his leather collar. She slowly removed the
apparatus of chains and leather from his body, tossing it all aside before
pulling off his tank-top. He raised his arms in compliance, allowing her to do
her business. Hers came next, as Cain ran his hands down her waist and lifted
off her tan shirt. She blushed slightly, a black satin bra the only thing
covering her feminine physique. That soon followed, and they became equal in
their topless state, Cain without his chains and Lilia without her bra. He
kissed her neck, slowly working his way down to her breasts, suckling on her
left, gently working her right with his nimble hand. She whimpered at his
dominating, yet placid touch, as he moved over to her right, tenderly kneading
her left. Cain could feel her juices beginning to soak through her black skirt.
"So you wish to feel the pleasure too, hmm?" he asked, smirking
wickedly as he slid his hand down her belly, under the waist of her skirt.
Bypassing her boxers, he teased her womanhood with two of his skillful fingers.
She moaned in contentment, as they delved their way deep within her. After a
few brisk minutes, he pulled out somewhat, and gave her knot of weakness a
gentle massage. She shivered, whimpering even more as she went limp in his
embrace.
"Tired already?" he asked, grinning warmly to her as he withdrew his
sopping fingers.
"Not by a long shot," she replied, undoing his leather shorts and
leading her hands to his manhood. He gasped quietly, before he let out a
satisfied whimper as she stroked the slick hardness between his legs.
"Hmm, so big already? You're too easy, Cain," she continued,
smirking, before giving his weapon an even rougher sharpening. She suddenly sensed
another of Cain's evil thoughts, which he was desperately trying to hide out of
embarrassment. "Heh… Poor Cain wants to get his head blown off."
He silently nodded, before she obliged his wicked desire. She slowly unsheathed
his blade, rather it unsheathed itself the moment she removed his boxers.
"Honestly, Cain, what will I do with you… stabbing me in the side with
that weapon of yours…"
His face went a bright shade of crimson as she breathed a hot breath down his
stomach, meeting her warm lips to his member. His eyes shot open, before
returning to a more relaxed state, as she soothingly caressed his shaft with
her tongue. She suckled some, sending him into pure ecstasy.
"L-Lilia-sama… that feels… so good…" he struggled, trying to keep
sane as she quenched his lust. He had underestimated her; he'd often forgotten
about her 22-year-old mind. Slowly, she broke contact with his appendage, the
cold air feeling quite unwelcome on its warmth. She took off her boots, along
with her socks, making herself more comfortable.
"Want to keep it warm, do you?" she asked seductively, as he followed
her lead, helping to slip off her skirt, followed by her boxers. She pulled a
blanket up, to cover their now-exposed bodies from the night's air. He slipped
off his boots and socks, tossing them aside.
"I wouldn't mind warming him up for you, Cain-sama," she said, still
holding her sexy tone. She used her psionic abilities to pull his chains over
and wrap around his wrists, pulling his arms wide apart before tying themselves
to the bedposts. Straddling him down, his hips held shut between her moist
legs, she teased his member with her crotch, her sap coating its very tip. He
moaned, yearning to plunge his blade into her. She slowly lowered herself,
sending his shaft up her orifice, brushing slightly with her barrier of
innocence. She trembled, before raising herself back up and doing it again,
somewhat faster. Her netherlips drooled with his friction.
Lilia wondered deep down why she was feeling so stimulated all of a sudden,
seeing that she had never even dreamed of being so aroused and sly. Perhaps it
lied deep within her Galerian genetics, seeing that their race always seemed to
enjoy the battlefield a little too much for their own good. Little did either
of them know that these traits of sexual satisfaction carried over into the bed
as well. Either way, it didn't really cross their minds, not at the moment.
He whimpered, taking a liking to her suddenly dominating nature, though he
wanted much more to pull her close and do his own work. Grinning devilishly to
her, he struggled playfully against the chains that bound him.
"Don't worry, Cain… I'm not that cruel." She psychically sent the
chains away from his wrists, flying into opposite walls. "I'm all yours
now, Cain-sama."
He smiled genially, pulling her down to him and rolling to get on top.
"Lilia-sama… This might hurt a little…"
"I'm ready, Cain-sama."
And with that, he took her. She groaned as he thrust his blade deep into her,
wincing in pain for a moment as he broke through her barricade. There was
silence, as he reached to stroke her cheek lovingly. She stroked his in return,
gently tracing his scar with her thumb. He slowly began once more, allowing her
to get the feel of him. Her hips instinctively met his thrusts with their own,
as the zeal of the night embraced them. So this was what it was like. She'd
always wondered, as did he, about the joys of lovemaking. They couldn't really
think much of anything for the moment, as their minds merged in the sheer bliss
of it all. Soon, she felt his inner warmth flow into her as he came, sending
forth a surge of his seed. Their psyche combined; for a moment, they were one.
:Cain-sama… please, give me more… don't ever stop!:
:I'll always love you, Lilia-sama… even on the other side… I will never stop
loving you.:
They went forth long into the night, an eerie luminescent aura surrounding them
as they shared their souls. Hours later, before they fell asleep from sheer
exhaustion, they laid snuggled in each other's arms, whispering sweet words to
one another. Words of love, words of trust… They vowed to fight for each other
to the very end, on the fated day, the true final battle just beyond the
horizon. Tomorrow was coming, and neither one wanted to face it… but they promised
they'd be strong for each other. Still, they tried not to think much of it, as
they slowly dozed off to sleep, cuddled in each other's warm embrace.
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