The Virus
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A/N: Sorry for the delay, but I guarantee that the wait is totally worth it. Enjoy the awesomeness.
Chapter Eight: Heat
"No! Daemon!"
I gasped as my eyes snapped open. Was this a premonition? It felt like it, but I wasn't too sure if it was positive or negative. I felt pain, but pleasure at the same time. Curious. I sat up and had a look at my surroundings. After Arch's attack, I had lost all sense of direction. Apparently I was lying underneath an old oak tree, bent from time and the elements. I looked up and had to suppress a giggle, for John was lying in the most awkward position up in the tree. No doubt it was uncomfortable as hell, but that didn't make it less funny.
"Shut up," he groaned.
"I didn't say anything," I replied, grinning.
"No, but I felt your emotions," he said back, now trying to untangle himself from the branches. I watched with interest for about five minutes before he gave up.
"Ah, screw it," he sighed, eyes glowing purple as his blades extended, unleashing a Psycho Cut. "Sorry old boy," he said, patting the oak, "But this is a simple injury to what might happen to me if I was stuck up there."
"So, why are we calling your father Arc?" I asked John.
"It's short for Archaeon - just as Sam is short for Samantha, in my mother's case," he replied, scanning around. "Speaking of which, where is he?"
'Over here!' a voice called out to us. Due to her Psychic signature, I figured out it was Sue. We teleported to where she was to find her sitting on a Gallade.
"Who...?"
"It's...dad. What happened?"
Indeed, it was Arc after a bit of Psychic prodding. He looked completely normal now - besides his crest, which was still a blood red in colour.
"I have a hypothesis," Sue said. "After his attack, Arc used up both his and Darkrai's energies, and so Darkrai retreated from his body, leaving him like this."
"Hmm..." John mused. He then bent over to lift his father up, taking an arm and slinging it over his back. Sue hopped off and decided to stay on my shoulders, purring as she cuddled up.
"But what about his crest?" I asked, not knowing much about it.
"Our crests change with our actions - no doubt my father's turned this colour after years of bloodshed. Mine stayed pretty much the same as I've only killed when necessary and with justification. That, and I tended to tune the deaths out."
I pondered that for a minute. John's crest was a darker tint of blue not normally seen on other Gallades. I pushed that to the back of my mind for now.
"Well, where are the others?" I asked.
"I sensed Seth a while back. He and the others are fine, just a bit winded from the attacks. I've yet to find Daemon, however," Sue reported reluctantly.
'No!' I thought. He couldn't be dead, I would've felt it!
"Ease your mind, Lily. I said I've yet to find Daemon, not sense him. He's still alive somewhere, but I can't do heavy lifting with just my Psychic powers," Sue said, squeezing her body closer to mine. Now that I concentrate, I could sense him, too. I couldn't gain access to his mind, however. He must still be unconscious, wherever he was.
Drip
Drip
Drip
I slowly opened my eyes, trying to remember what happened. I think I got pushed into that damn complex again - and near a broken pipe, no less. I tried sitting up, moving my legs into a better position, when -
"Ah!" I gasped, hissing in pain, grabbing at my right leg. I tried to feel the spot where it hurt in the dim light, and finding a slim, cold bar. At my touch, pain shot through my leg, causing me to gasp again, releasing it.
"Motherfucker," I said to myself. A piece of rebar had gotten through my leg, passing between bones, I could tell. As if that wasn't bad enough, blood was steadily dripping from the wound onto the floor - making that noise earlier. I had to get that rebar out from my leg. Removing my shirt, I took notice of several bruises on my body. That infected Machamp did a number on me.
I tore my shirt into strips, preparing for the blood flow to come. Gripping the rebar, the only thought that went through my mind was:
'Arceus-damn, this is gonna hurt.'
I pulled the rebar, roaring in pain as it came out, blood pouring out of the wound now. I quickly made a tourniquet using my shirts' remains to stem the flow. Gritting my teeth in pain, I stood up, trying to get a better look at my surroundings. Ok, empty storage room, door blocked and/or caved in, and a nice avalanche of debris waiting to collapse where I fell in - glad it didn't fall on me while I was out cold.
Looking at the floor now, I spotted DI - damaged now from both the Machamp and the debris - hopefully she still fired. I lifted DI up, looking at the barrel, trying to see any cracks, bends or dents in the metal. She looks good, but there's only one way to test out for sure. Pulling the bolt slightly back, I noticed that there was still a round within the chamber - good enough. I turned around and aimed at the hole where I fell in, and squeezed the trigger.
BOOM-click-click-click
Ah, right. I forgot that the drum mag wasn't on when I found DI - I must have a mild concussion. I need to have Lily check that out for me when I find her - if she's still alive, that is.
'Don't think like that!' I scolded myself. 'Knowing her, she's still alive and with the others.'
I began scanning the floor again, looking for my pack. It took a good five minutes for me to find it in the semi-darkness. Opening it up, I scoured the pockets for where I stored the two drum mags of Frag-12 rounds.
"Aha," I muttered, pulling one out. I was going to need at least one full magazine for what I was going to do. Loading it in and pulling and racking the charging bolt, I aimed at the caved-in hole where I fell in.
'Hope this works...' I thought. I slowly squeezed the trigger...
"What do you think you're doing?" a voice called out. Startled, I whipped around, finger still on the trigger.
"Who's there?" I called back.
At my response, a man in a lab coat walked out from behind a pillar. I noticed he was hiding something in his right hand, behind his back. I kept that image in mind as he slowly walked closer.
"I asked first: What do you think you're doing?" he replied.
"Trying to get out of here. What does it look like?" I retorted.
"Trying to get more of those infected beasts down here, what with all that screaming and shooting you've done," he answered. "And, from the looks of it, you've been attacked by them, too. You're infected, aren't you?"
"I'm not," I replied, keeping track of his right arm.
"Liar. You've been injured by at least one, and you're telling me you're not infected?" he spat at my feet. "As far as what I've been told, all infected beings must be terminated."
"Does it look as though I've been infected?" I growled at him.
"Why yes, yes you do," he replied, grinning.
"You're crazy," I stated, backing away slowly. I still had DI pointed at his general direction, but he kept coming closer.
"Crazy? Far from it. I'm perfectly sane. It's you who's delusional and in denial. You just don't want to die."
"Isn't that how all living things react to imminent threat of their livelihood?" I replied, trying to back further away.
"Don't try and stop me, beast. I'm going to end you, whether you like it or not!" he shouted, lunging at me, bringing a knife to bear, aiming for my jugular.
The heat of battle is a curious thing. Time appears to slow down while at the same time it speeds up. I guess it's just the adrenaline rushing through the veins, but you get a better sense of what's going on around you. So, as this crazy scientist lunges at me, I'm already jumping backwards. I need to get this man under control, or I'll be one dead Psyduck.
Dodging his lunges, I managed to get in under his guard, headbutting him in the process.
"Don't make me hurt you!" I warned, pointing DI at him. The scientist looked back at me, pinching his nose - but grinning.
"But you already have," he replied, letting go of his nose, allowing blood to flow freely from it. He shifted the knife in his hand, and prepared to attack again.
"Alright," I said, dropping DI onto the floor, "You wanna tango? Then let's tango!"
At that, he launched himself at me while I moved my left hand to intercept the hand holding the knife. Grabbing his wrist with my left hand and shifting my right arm, I used our combined momentum to smash my elbow into his nose while disarming him of the blade. He reeled back, stunned from the blow.
"I'm giving you one last chance," I said, now gripping the knife in my left hand, "Give up. I do not want to hurt you more."
He fell to a knee, holding his nose with his right hand.
"Argh...I'll kill you..." he said, trying to stand.
"You'd think you would've done a better job by now," I replied, mocking him.
"Shut up," he retorted, managing to stand up - albeit a bit wobbly while doing so.
"I think I've done enough damage to you," I said, throwing the knife into a dark corner and turning away. "I suggest leaving or hide somewhere else."
"Bad move," he said. "Now you DIE!"
I heard a rush of footsteps and whirled around, only to see the scientist leaping at me. He collided and brought the pair of us to the floor, me roaring in pain.
"How does it feel, beast?" he breathed in my ear. "How does it feel to have a blade in your body?"
I was about to ask what blade, when I felt a sudden throb of pain in my side. Looking down, I could see blood flowing from under his fist - hiding, no doubt, another blade which I overlooked.
"Fuck you," I growled.
He laughed; a high, cold laugh. "I'm going to gut you alive!" At that, he withdrew the blade just enough to shove it in again.
I yelled in pain. "Get off of me!"
"Only when you're DEAD!" he shouted, punctuating each word with a stab.
I could feel it now. I'm bleeding out. I'm dying. I coughed up blood, a bad sign. This guy obviously won't stop until either one of us is dead. Each stab, bringing less and less pain. I need to live!
With a shout, I managed to shove him off of me. I clutched my stomach, now representing a bloody mess of meat. I reached behind my back to grab the pistol the scientist obviously didn't see with my right hand.
"Die, motherfucker," I said scathingly, pulling the trigger.
BANG!
The scientists' lifeless body dropped, knife falling to the ground, covered in my blood. I holstered my pistol and went to retrieve DI. I was stumbling around, vision swimming in and out of focus. I collapsed to the floor, right next to DI.
'Lily...find me...' I thought; aiming at what I thought was the door.
Lily's POV
We had linked up with Seth and the others, and we had spent the past few hours setting up camp inside the ruined complex - it was better than nothing, and far better than sleeping outside. I was now roaming around the complex with Seth, trying to find Daemon.
"I couldn't keep track of everyone during the battle, and I lost Daemon's signature just before Arch unleashed his attack. Could you sense him?" I asked Seth.
"I got a general area of where he might be, but I don't know for sure," he replied.
"I hope we can find him soon," I said, worried.
"I agree. I just hope we ca- wait, what was that?" he said suddenly, ears twitching towards the sound.
"What? What did you hear?" I asked.
"I thought I heard a firearm being discharged, and it was over in this direction!" he replied, beginning to run in the direction he indicated.
"Hey, wait up!" I shouted, following.
We were only two minutes into our chase when I felt a sharp pang in my side. I stopped, breathless, leaning against the wall.
"Lily?" Seth asked, taking notice.
"It's - Daemon. He's hurt - AH!" I shouted, as I felt more pain being transferred to me. I clutched my side. "No, he's dying, I need to save him!" I groaned. I released my grip on my side and looked at my hand, expecting to see blood. Just then, I felt the pain stop, replaced by a dull throb instead. I looked up at Seth.
"We need to move, NOW!" I shouted as I ran off in the direction of Daemon's pain.
We were heading into an area of the complex that was partially caved in. I was starting to hear muffled explosions coming from nearby, and as I turned a corner, I saw dust puffing out of a collapsed doorway with each explosion - Daemon!
I moved closer, but Seth caught my arm. "Wait, Lily. He's using explosive rounds on the doorway. I don't think Daemon would want you to get hurt to save him - again."
I nodded, stepping back as Seth moved forward, charging a small Aura Sphere.
"You sure that will help break down the door?" I asked, unsure of the power behind the attack.
As an answer, Seth flicked the blue ball of Aura at the doorway and turned around, grinning.
BOOM
A sudden rush of dust ballooned into the hallway, and I had to use a bit of Psychic energy to create a barrier around me. As the dust began to settle, I saw that the doorway was no longer blocked and I rushed in, expecting the worst.
"Daemon? DAEMON!" I called out, probing the area with my mind.
"Uhnnn," a voice groaned in front of me. I gasped as I knelt down, feeling for something, anything familiar to me. A hand reached out of the dust and grabbed my arm. I squeaked in surprise as a face followed it. Bloody-faced but recognizable, it was Daemon!
"Lily," he croaked. "I'm glad you found me..."
"I would never stop searching for you, you know that," I replied softly, trying to probe his body for injuries with my mind. He chuckled - which then turned into a cough, spitting out blood.
"Ah, damn. I need help, Lily. I'm hurt bad," he said softly. "I think I'm just going to pass out now..." he said, head dropping back onto the ground.
"Let's get him back to camp," Seth said, paw on my shoulder. I nodded, then teleported all three of us back.
I hadn't realized how badly he was hurt. Judging by the multiple stab wounds that I couldn't see earlier because of the blood, he was very close to death when we found him. I worried for several hours while Elaine, Seth and Sue tried their best to heal him. I knew I wasn't going to be much use because my feelings made me put too much power in whatever I was controlling - and my heat wouldn't help to that fact either.
I sighed. Despite the fact that Daemon sent me to daycares in order to curb my heat, I never really mated with any Pokemon - just some other females assisting each other. They understood the need to keep ones virginity for the one they love the most - and even a few that I met in some of the daycares had mated with their trainers. Until that point, I wasn't sure whether my feelings for Daemon were just that - feelings. Feelings brought on by my capture when I was little...
*Flashback*
I was walking through some woods, celebrating my last victory which was against the local gym leader when I heard a shout. Actually, it sounded like something was being chased. I looked around, trying to find the source, when a green/white blur shot out of the bushes right at me. I did the only thing I could think of, and that was to hold out my arms in an attempt to catch it. Right after doing so, it collided with me, bringing the pair of us tumbling to the ground. Immediately, it started squirming, trying to get out of my grip.
"Kir!" Ah, a Kirlia. Psychic-type, evolves from Ralts and into Gardevoir or Gallade if it was male and presented with a Dawn Stone. I shook myself out of the textbook reference.
"Hey!" I said, shaking the Kirlia a little. "I'm not going to hurt you. What's chasing you?"
In response, the Kirlia looked over its shoulder and pointed, signalling that whatever it was, it was bad for the Kirlia. The fear was literally radiating from it as I stood in front of it, ready to defend it.
Slowly, stealthily, two Mightyena came out of the brush, flanked by a Cacturne. Great, Dark-types. No wonder why the Kirlia was scared.
"What do you want with this Kirlia?" I asked, knowing I wouldn't get an answer that I could understand, but by the way the Mightyenas were licking their chops, it wasn't going to be a happy one.
I moved my right hand behind me, feeling the Kirlia's head rubbing against it. I squeezed it lightly, then moved my hand further, into the small of my back, where I always kept a combat knife handy just for situations like these.
"You're not getting your hands on this Kirlia," I said coldly, my mind going into a no-thought Zen state as I bent my knees, preparing for combat.
"Cact," the Cacturne said, motioning with one of its spiky arms. Immediately, both Mightyenas jumped at me, snarling. I backhanded one to deflect its trajectory and moved my right hand - now armed with my knife - into the base of the others neck. It howled in pain and jerked back; spouting blood from the wound I created. I knew I hit the jugular with that one simple thrust, and death would come quickly.
"KIR! LIA!" I heard behind me. Spinning around, I saw the other Mightyena had its jaws around the Kirlia's arm and was now attempting to tear it off. I sprung at it, blade glistening in the sunlight as I brought it down on the Mightyena's skill with a sickening crack.
I gently pried the jaws of the now-dead Mightyena open and removed the Kirlia's arm from its grip. The arm was bleeding slightly, and I turned around to get my first-aid kit when -
Fweeee-shluck
I grunted in pain, clutching my right shoulder. I looked at it and saw a thick spike protruding from it. Pin Missile. Luckily it wasn't poisonous; otherwise I might've died later on. But judging from the pain, it was sticking out of both sides of my shoulder. I'd definitely need to see a doctor when this is all done.
"Kir...?" the Kirlia asked, wondering what was going on.
Fweee-thump
Another spike struck the ground near the Kirlia, and it eeped, scooting behind me again. I knew that going up against a Cacturne at this distance would be suicidal. I turned back around, picked up the Kirlia, and ran. Personally, I didn't care where we ended up, so long as it was far away from that Cacturne.
"Kir! Lia!" the figure in my arms said, now spotting the object embedded in my shoulder. It was now attempting to project directions to somewhere, as if it was trying to say it was safer that way. I followed, taking note of the Cacturne's advances - I could hear it following us through the forest, every now and again a spike whizzing by me.
Now the Kirlia was trying to tell me we were close with its emotions when I felt another spike embed itself into my calf. Grunting, I continued on until I stumbled, bringing the pair of us crashing to the ground. As soon as we separated, the Kirlia vanished. I cursed under my breath. So I was only useful for guaranteeing its safety until it was near its home, then left me for dead.
I stood up, leaning against a wide tree, holding my combat blade, looking for the Cacturne. Just then, a spike whizzed right by my head to embed itself in the tree behind me. Appearing out of the shadows, the Cacturne showed itself, grinning. It knew I was out of gas, what with two spikes stuck in me. I, however, was not going down without a fight.
"I may be down, but I sure as hell ain't out!" I growled at the Cacturne. All it did was scoff before raising a spike-covered arm.
'Aww, shit,' I thought. It fired. The momentum from the spike pinned me to the tree - embedded in my side, I couldn't move away. The Cacturne fired again. Another spike buried itself into my other side. Now the Cacturne was pinning my limbs to the tree, one after the other. I was ignoring the pain as best as I could, but I knew that if I didn't get any help, I was done for.
Now immobilized against the tree, the Cacturne moved closer, sneering. I saw a long spike extend from its arm as it drew it back. I gritted my teeth for the impending pain.
Shluck
I grunted. This Cacturne loves to torment its prey before eating it, apparently. It withdrew the spike and shoved it in again. I tasted blood. Three more times, the Cacturne stabbed me in the stomach before withdrawing.
'Well, this sucks. I just won a badge and I'm about to be gutted by a wild Cacturne. Could this day get any better?' I thought. The Cacturne approached me, holding up the blood-stained spike. I had a feeling that this time, the spike would end me. I was already losing consciousness from blood loss.
Just then, a tall, green/white figure jumped down behind the Cacturne, and in one swift movement, beheaded it. As the body collapsed onto the forest floor, I could just make out a crest - a Gallade had saved me. That was my last coherent thought before I let unconsciousness sweep me away.
*Present*
I gasped, eyes snapping open, torso shooting up from a prone position. Pain gripped my stomach, so I fell back down onto a soft mattress.
"Hey, Lily! He's awake!" a voice called out. Where was I? How much time had passed? And where, where was my beautiful Gardevoir, my Lily?
As if summoned by my thoughts, Lily glided in, concern on her features.
'Daemon! I'm so glad you're up! I thought I was going to lose you - again...' she said, kneeling by my bedside.
"You should know me by now, Lily," I replied gruffly, "I'm not one to die easily."
She reached out to put a hand on my head. 'You've been dreaming of that day - so have I,' she muttered. Louder, she said, 'You need to rest more, Daemon. Your wounds haven't fully healed.'
"I could already tell that," I said chuckling. "But what about you? It looks like you haven't had any rest yourself!"
'Well, I have been worrying about you for the last day and a half...' she said. Just then, she tried to stifle a yawn.
"A day and a half? Lily, I'm not worth losing sleep over!" It was my turn to be concerned. She blushed as she rested her head on my chest.
'I'll just use you as my pillow as I sleep, then,' she said softly, not even bothering to stop her next yawn. She looked so cute when she did that - but yawns were contagious as I began to yawn as well.
"I didn't realise I taught you Yawn," I said, referring to the move. She giggled. "Come on, lay down with me. It's unfair for you to have to sleep kneeling while I have a comfy bed."
'Okay...' she said, blushing even more. I scooted over so she can have room to sleep.
'It's been a long week,' I thought, drifting back off to sleep.
*Flashback*
"How could you bring a human here?" my father shouted at me.
"He saved me, so it was my turn to return the favour!" I yelled back.
"He didn't have to; you could've easily teleported away!"
"There were three Dark-types after me; I couldn't have known where they were before teleporting!"
'Hey!' my mother telepathically blasted in our heads, 'I'm having a hard enough time healing wounds caused by a Dark-type without you two bickering!'
My father grunted, then stormed out, most likely going to take out his frustration in the dojo. I walked into the room where the human was being healed by my mother.
As I walked in, my mother turned around, her face softening. "I'm not mad at you - I'm just exasperated at how you and your father keep going at it like a Zangoose and a Seviper." She sighed. "He's healed, but I don't think he'll be able to move for a couple of days."
"Dad won't approve of him staying, you know that," I said.
"I know. That's why I must ask you - are you willing to travel with this human to the nearest town?"
I was taken aback. Normally my own mother would be doing such a thing. Why me?
"Why me?" I asked aloud.
"Yes, normally I would be doing such a thing. But this human only knows you, and might not be happy with me bringing him somewhere. After all, he was attacked by three Dark-types. I'm surprised he even lived!"
"I - I can't decide now," I stuttered. This was too much for me to take in at one time. I needed to think.
"Very well," my mother said, smiling. "I suggest you stay with him, so that when he wakes up, he'll wake up to a familiar face."
All night, I stayed awake, pondering on whether to take this one human to the nearest town and leave him. I, myself, didn't know where this may lead me, and I didn't have the faintest clue where the nearest town was.
All of a sudden, a grunt startled me out of my cocoon of thought. Was he waking? I climbed up onto the bed, peering over his face, looking for signs of waking.
"Stop staring at my face," he mumbled. I eeped and fell off the bed. How did he know it was me? He groaned again, trying to sit up. I rushed back over and placed my hands on his chest.
"Wait! You're still hurt!" I said, trying to push him back down. Then I remembered; all he could probably hear was my species name. I huffed in disappointment.
"I don't think that Gallade wants me here, injured or not," he said, seeming to understand my gesture.
"If my father wasn't such a hothead..." I grumbled under my breath. The human chuckled.
"I take it you two fight a lot. I'd also say you were his mate or mate-to-be if it wasn't for the fact that I know a Gardevoir healed me. At any rate, I'd say you were his child," he surmised quickly.
My mouth hung open in disbelief. How had this human thought all that out in such a short amount of time? He flicked a finger up to close my mouth.
"Gawking isn't nice," he said jokingly. "By the tones of your mother, I'd say you were asked to accompany me to the nearest town. I have a counter-offer."
This, I had to hear. What could a human offer me?
"And that would be?" I asked, crossing my arms.
"Join me in my journey around the Regions," he said. I felt my mouth drop open again. "I never met a Pokemon from the Ralts family line before, and I must say, you lot are quite nice. The offer is optional, of course.
"Your mouth is still open, by the way."
I shut my mouth, blushing.
"I accept your offer," I muttered.
"Sorry? Didn't quite catch that," he said, smiling.
"I accept your offer," I said louder.
"Pardon?" Now he was just riling me up. It was working, damn him.
'I said, I ACCEPT YOUR OFFER!' I shouted.
"Ow, didn't realise that telepathic minds could shout that loud," he said, wincing.
I blushed and turned away once I realised what he said. I said that...telepathically?
'You need practice, dear,' my mother projected to me. 'Nearly gave me a migraine with that outburst.'
I blushed harder.
'Take his offer, hun. Travelling around the four Regions should be interesting. I would love to go on that kind of trip.'
That, and I was starting to like him. I turned back to him.
'What's your name?' I asked.
"Daemon. My name is Daemon. And I hope that we can be really great friends."
The next day, we set out, and the rest is history.
*Present*
I yawned, smiling as I woke up. That day was the beginning of my life. I looked around, and didn't see Daemon. Where was he? Probing with my abilities, I could sense him walking around what we designated as the kitchen. Perhaps he was just hungry. As I sat up, I took a good look at myself. After a day and a half worrying my heart out about Daemon, I completely forgot that I was filthy - I needed to take a shower, badly.
I teleported to the bathroom, where I allowed my gown to float off of my body, exposing my pale, white skin. I stepped into the shower and turned it on. I sighed in content as the warm water flowed over me, taking the dirt with it. I grabbed the shampoo and lathered up my hair. After I rinsed that off, I grabbed the soap and began to work on my body. As I moved the soap around, I wondered, does Daemon like me the same way I like him? Will he accept me? Most importantly, will he love me...?
My heat began to stir up again at that thought. "Oh, Daemon..." I moaned softly, massaging my breasts. As with most female Gardevoir, I have small breasts to go along with my petite frame. That only added to my worries. I've seen other female Pokemon and humans with breasts larger than my head and curvier frames than mine, and almost always have a crowd of males surrounding them. I wanted that kind of attention, but from Daemon, and Daemon only.
My heat surged again, and I moaned in response. I was moving my hands in places that I wanted Daemon to touch, to caress, to love. My right hand moved south while my left moved up to fondle my chest spike. I was now too far gone into my heat to know whether someone entered the room.
I squeaked in pleasure when I put my finger into my aching slit. I wondered what it would feel like to have Daemon inside of me, to feel him moving within me. That only heightened my sense of pleasure as the dual inputs from my spike and my nether regions worked their magic. I was getting close. I groaned, imagining Daemon taking me, making us one, having his seed pouring into me.
"Daemoooon!" I moaned loudly, finally reaching my climax. I panted, coming down from that high that comes with orgasm. It was only then that I looked around the bathroom. Nobody around...or so I thought.
My heart was thumping loudly against my chest. What did I just witness, and why did it turn me on so? Lily, my best friend for over ten years, was masturbating to me? I shouldn't be so quick to judge her, though. I did have the odd wet dream about her every now and again, and it usually came in sync with her heats. But seeing her actually release herself in front of my eyes and not in a dream got me harder than I expected. I had to calm down. I did have feelings for her, I truly did, but I wasn't expecting her to like me in the same way. I guess this is what Sarge - John - meant by we need to come to terms with our relationship. I took a deep breath and walked into the doorway of the bathroom.
"Lily?" I called out. I got an "Eep!" in response.
'D-Daemon? I-I'm not dressed!' she called back.
'It's as almost as though she knows I saw her...relieving herself...' I thought. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm quite dirty too, mind if we double up?" I asked nervously. I hope my hard-on will calm itself down if I have to strip down here.
'Umm...ok...but don't look, ok?'
"Sure," I replied. Here goes...
I walked in and stripped down to my birthday suit, and took another deep breath. I walked up to the shower and stepped in. The water was warm, not at all unpleasant, easing my stressed muscles, but strengthening one in particular - and it was getting harder with every drop of water hitting it.
'Daemon?' Lily asked quietly. I jumped, startled.
"Yes?"
'Do you mind...rubbing my back for me? I can't reach some parts...'
"Sure," I said, taking the soap. "Where do you want me to start?"
'Around my gem, please...' she replied softly. She looked as shy as I felt. We were both in the nude, in the shower, and both very horny. And we knew it.
As I placed my hands on her back and began to rub, she cooed at the touch, arching her back a bit. I noticed her gem was somewhat dull in colour, so I began to clean that. But, as soon as my hands made contact, she gasped and moaned, arching even more into me. I stopped rubbing her gem, and she made a disappointed sound and turned her head towards me.
'Why'd you stop?'
"You want me to continue?"
'Yes, I want you to...'
I continued cleaning her back, and I could tell she was getting more excited by the minute. I moved to her shoulders in the hope that we could avoid what might happen if I stayed at her back. Thing was, I was getting more excited by the minute, too.
I began to massage Lily's shoulders, electing a sigh from her as she brought her own hands up to mine and leaned her head against her shoulder.
'Daemon?' she asked suddenly.
"Yes, Lily?" I replied.
'Please, rub my body...I don't think I did a good job cleaning it...' it was a poor lie, but I played along as I moved my hands down the front of her body, stopping above her breasts.
'No...touch them...' she moaned. I could tell her heat was getting the best of her. I moved my hands to hold her breasts and massage them. Before I knew it, my left hand had gone south and my right was fondling her chest spike. She was cooing and moaning and making other noises that only made me want her more as I moved my left hand down her stomach and beyond. As I reached her place she gasped.
"Do you want me to stop?" I breathed in her ear.
'If I wanted you to, I would have done it long ago,' she replied. That sealed it. I began to rub her spot, feeling her respond in body and in mind. As she grew slicker, my mind grew numb. I was now gently fingering her while still fondling her gem. I didn't care now that my front was touching her back - her skin was so soft.
I wanted her more than ever, and I could tell she wanted the same of me. But when I moved my body to position myself...
'No Daemon, not here,' she said. I stopped, and withdrew myself from her. She turned to face me.
'I know where we can be alone for this,' she said, eyes glowing. Before I knew it, we were in a bedroom, completely dry. That wouldn't last for long.
'I wanted you for so long, Daemon,' she whispered, embracing me.
"And I you," I whispered back, picking her up and moving for the bed.
I stretched as I moved towards the only available bathroom near our camp. My ears twitched as I picked up the sound of water. Was someone using it? As I approached the door, I picked up two familiar scents - Daemon and Lily - Lily being more prominent. I sniffed, trying to figure out what was going on, when I realised that both their Aura signatures were missing from the bathroom.
I approached the door, wary of what I might find. As I opened the door, Lily's scent washed over me, along with a musky smell. Her heat, I thought instantly. I peered through the crack, and saw no blood. I opened the door wider, and noticed that her gown and Daemons' clothes were on the floor, but the bodies that they belonged to were nowhere to be found. It was then that I felt a pair of Auras in the area of what we designated as Lily's room.
"Oh boy," I muttered to myself, rubbing the back of my head.
We were now lying on the bed, appreciating each others' bodies, caressing one another.
'Daemon,' Lily asked.
"Mmm?" I replied, stroking her stomach.
'Do you...love me?'
"Why ask such a question?"
'I want to know.'
"Of course, my beautiful flower. But now, I ask of you: Do you love me?"
'Always,' she replied, kissing me. I kissed back, allowing my hand to move further south once again. I made contact with her spot again, and she arched her back. We surfaced, and I withdrew my hand. I brought it up to eye view so we could see it, glistening with her nectar.
I brought it to my nose and inhaled. "Divine. Absolutely divine. I wonder how it tastes?" I said, sticking my tongue out to try.
'That's dirty of you,' Lily said, blushing.
"But it's turning you on," I replied, licking my hand slowly, keeping my eyes locked on hers. She kept on blushing as I licked my fingers clean.
"Time for the main event, I think," I said, bringing her close.
'I wouldn't have it any other way,' Lily replied. 'But...be gentle...'
"All those times I sent you to Daycares...?"
'I wanted to save myself for you - the females helped me through it all.'
"I'm glad you did - I was saving myself for someone special, too."
'Thank you, Daemon,' Lily whispered as I nibbled the nape of her neck, making her gasp.
I worked my way down her pale body, my lips making contact with various part of her body: chest gem, breasts, nipples, navel and around her flower.
I felt a sharp tap on my head. 'Don't tease me,' Lily moaned.
I grinned slyly as I took her pink pearl in my teeth, causing her to gasp and moan more.
"I wonder how you taste from the source..." I muttered breathily.
'No...Daemon...' Lily mewled, obviously overwhelmed by my actions.
As I stuck my tongue into her depths, she clenched her legs around my head, blocking out all sound. I knew she wanted me badly, but this was our first time, and I wanted it to be a memorable one. I lapped at her insides, searching for that one delicate spot within her depths. I could tell that I found it when her thighs clamped down harder on my head. I could only imagine what sexy sounds she was making from my actions, the thought process making my member twitch with anticipation.
Time and time again, I attacked her sweet spot with my tongue until I felt her legs slacken - she was getting close. I withdrew from her depths and went back to eye-level, allowing my left hand to continue my actions.
'Take me! Take me now!' she said breathlessly. Against her wishes, I continued fingering her.
'D-Daemon, I, I can't hold it...'
I felt her insides clench against my fingers, and I knew it was time. I quickly withdrew my fingers and positioned myself at her entrance.
"I love you, Lily," I said before thrusting into her, breaking her barrier at the same time she screamed out my name while orgasming.
As she was coming down from her climax, we locked eyes.
"Can you feel me? Can you feel me in you?" I asked softly.
'I can feel you, and I love it. Now make love to me,' she replied breathily.
Slowly, tenderly, I moved, taking my time to make her feel special, inside and out.
Minutes flew by, they took forever to pass. We were at the center of the universe, us two, connected as one. It was with regret that we didn't have enough stamina to last long.
"Lily..."
'I know, I'm close too...I want you to fill me with your love...'
Our motions sped up, our breaths shallow. All it took as a few more squeezes from her, then -
'Daemon!'
"Lily!"
We screamed each others' names to the stars, completely forgetting where we were as we climaxed together, as one.
After a few more minutes, I withdrew from her depths once again, allowing our love juices to flow from her.
'Thank you, Daemon,' she whispered in my ear.
"No, thank you, my beautiful flower," I replied. "Now how about we go finish off that shower before someone discovers that we're missing?"
Lily nodded, eyes glowing that shade of purple I fell in love with. Next thing we knew, we were standing in the shower, but quickly finding out that in our abscence, the shower had used up all the hot water.
"Arceus! That's fucking cold!" I gasped, shivering now.
'We better hurry up before we catch a cold,' Lily remarked.
I noticed that she had her back to me, lathering up again. I, however, just had an idea to warm us up...
I picked Lily up by the waist, electing a squeak from her.
'What are you doing?' she asked indignantly.
"A little something I wanted to do earlier," I growled in her ear, making her sigh. I was already hard once again as I lowered her onto my member.
'Ah...Daemon...not here...' she moaned as I began thrusting into her depths from behind, while allowing my left hand to fondle her pink pearl as my right worked on her chest area.
Within minutes, we had worked up a sweat again, feeling much warmer in a cold shower.
Minutes later, we emerged from the bathroom, tired and refreshed at the same time. I had made sure Lily had enjoyed the shower sex and we had climaxed together again before finding out how cold the shower could really get after heated activities.
"I knew you'd love it," I said, smiling.
'Luckily for us, nobody walked in,' Lily replied.
"I think we would've enjoyed it more if someone was watching," I said with a chuckle.
Lily shoved her shoulder against me. 'No way! I rather have our love private, thank you.'
"Well, that part of our love, at any rate," I replied.
'Yes, well, how about we get to bed?'
"Yeah, I'm beat. How about a quickie before sleeping, though?"
'We just made love twice in a row, and now you want to make it three? Maybe next time, stud.'
We laughed at that before Lily teleported us back to the bedroom.
A pair of red eyes watched Daemon and Lily as they talked before they disappeared into thin air.
"My little girl..."
Continued in Chapter Nine...
A/N: After days upon days of fighting, the group finally catches a break and takes advantage of the facility that was supposed to detonate and kill them all. But who was spying on the new lovers, Daemon and Lily? More to be revealed in the chapters to come...
- UBE Chief
P.S. Say hello to the longest chapter ever written by me: 7,500 words, nearly 20 pages of action and (sexy) romance. To be honest, I actually got stuck on the sex scenes, and that was why it took so long to get out.
Again, as usual, sorry for the delay, but I hope that all of this was totally worth the wait.