God Ash: Remnants of the fallen.-Chapter 1123: Aftermath of Battle (1) [R18].
Both sound and color vanished from the world.
The chaos faded away into oblivion.
There was silence.
And then, there was darkness...
When Cain opened his eyes next, he lay on soft bedding.
As he churned, splitting headache crushed at his skull from the inside, threatening to turn his brain to mush.
"Shit..."
He eventually just laid still, not moving for some time until the headache subsided.
"What the hell happened?" He muttered hoarsely.
Of course, no reply came.
After all, he was alone in the tent.
The soft orange glow of the Mana lamps let him see that he was inside his own tent.
His brows furrowed.
’The battle has ended.’
He let out a sigh and brought his hand to his face.
His breath was hot and heavy.
His body hurts all over the place.
He was silent for a moment then spoke into the darkness,
"You can come out, you know. I know you are there."
There was only silence for a moment.
Then the shadows swirled.
Seeing the look of concern on her face, Cain let out a self depreciating laugh,
"I lost, didn’t I?"
Evangeline’s brows twitched,
"No. You didn’t."
Cain raised a brow,
"I didn’t?"
Evangeline’s sighed then shook her head,
"You really are insane, using such an ability. We were lucky to get everyone to safety, although just barely."
She turned her gaze back to him and spoke, this time incredibly seriously,
"When I got there, you both were injured and on the brink of death. We decided to call a truce for the time being."
Cain’s brows furrowed as he slowly rose to sit down.
He winced, pain shooting up his chest.
Evangeline’s brows trembled,
"Don’t move too much. You should get some rest."
Cain shook his head,
"No. I’m fine."
He took a moment to take a look at himself.
His entire body was filled with tiny, microscopic cuts, down to the fibers of his muscles.
Even his bones had tiny cuts on them.
And even more continued to appear as his body’s healing took place, further damaging him.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood.
’It’s a bit worse than I expected.’
Truthfully, it was far worse than what he expected. Whatever Nebula’s attack had been, the residual energy was very difficult to get rid of, sticking to his body like glue.
Even with his natural healing, it would take quite some time for him to recover.
However, he was a little bit relieved that his opponent has not suffered any more lightly than he had. Perhaps, he was in even more dire straits.
"So? How are things looking right now?"
Evangeline’s brows furrowed into a frown.
She stared at him silently for a moment then let out a sigh,
"It’s best you speak to someone more knowledgeable on the matter. Goodbye for now."
As she began to sink into the shadows, a hand gripped into her arm.
She turned around.
Cain’s dark eyes were hard, but delicate at the same time.
Her body trembled lightly.
Without saying a word, he pulled her into his embrace.
Feeling the suppleness against his skin and the subtle warmth radiating from her in the coolth of night, Cain felt something ignite within him.
Evangeline’s body felt like putty in his hands, one he could mould and reshaped as he saw fit.
His hands began roaming, looking for her delicate regions.
"S-stop. You haven’t recovered yet." She whispered lightly.
Cain had completely gone deaf, however.
He leaned forward, his teeth biting into her neck lightly. Then his tongue stretched out to taste her.
Evangeline let out a gasp as her hands began moving as well.
In no time, they were tangled up. As he was not wearing much, Cain quickly found himself lying on the ground with Evangeline mounted on him, their delicate regions separated only by a single piece of clothing.
In the dim lighting, he could see her face quite clearly. Her beautiful face that was usually cold and fairly expressionly had a faint pink blush.
Her luscious red lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were slightly dazed.
This wonderful sight ignited the flames of desire within him.
Without wasting any time, he leaned up.
His lips smacked into hers, parting them as his tongue slid in.
Then both his hands slid forward— one around her waist to hold her properly in place, and the other around her ample breast.
Evangeline’s body trembled lightly as she leaned forward, letting his fondle her even more.
But Cain wasn’t satisfied with just that.
No. He needed more.
And so, he let their lips separate for a moment.
With a sharp tug, he pulled her dark robe down until her shoulders were bare and the soft twin peaks were in sight.
His eyes widened as he unconsciously muttered,
"Beautiful."
Evangeline’s face turned a bit redder as she used her lips,
"Oh? Practicing with all those other girls must have made your tongue sweeter it seems."
Cain suddenly froze then started sweating bullets almost immediately.
"I... That... Those are..."
Seeing his obvious panic, Evangeline chuckled then leaned forward to find his lips again.
Then the kiss broke off, she whispered into his ears,
"Don’t worry. I’m not a jealous cat."
Her teeth nibbled on his earlobe before she pulled away.
When she gazed into his eyes to judge his reaction, her body trembled softly.
His gaze was searing hot with the flames of desire.
With a beastly growl, he pushed her down.
In seconds, the rest of her robe was gone, thrown to some corner in the tent.
Evangeline let out a low moan as something foreign but familiar separated her folds and dug into her depths.
Cain hissed softly as the feeling of the warmth enveloping his member nearly drive him insane.
She was already insanely wet.
He pulled out a bit then pressed his groin forward again, this time, going a bit deeper.
Evangeline’s bare back arched into an enticing crescent.
With such temptation before him, Cain couldn’t hold our any more.
His pounding became evens more aggressive.
Evangeline let out a high-pitched moan die to the sudden burst of speed, but he leaned in and shut her mouth closed with his lips.
