Subject: Chrono Cross Lemon - (huge spoilers)
From: roosta roosta@mindless.com 
Date: 10/4/00 4:06 AM Eastern Daylight Time
Message-id: <8reoel$drt$1@nnrp1.deja.com>


Well, if you're still here, then you probably have beaten the game.
This story takes place in New Game+ after the ending where Harle and
Serge are in Marbule. If you haven't gotten this ending, you should.
Beat the game after you are Lynx and with Harle. Anyway, this is a
continuation of that ending. I tried to make it romantic. Bon appetit.


                              Twilight Moon

It was a cold night in El Nido, as Serge and Harle stepped in front of
the door to the ceremony room in Fort Dragonia. His mind filled with
memories of the first time he had come here... with Kid. He wished that
he had never even seen the inside of the ceremony room. Things might be
different now. His mind drifted to Kid attacking him, thinking that he
was Lynx. How could he blame her? He looked like Lynx. The fateful
moment when Lynx-- in Serge’s body-- had stabbed Kid played over and
over in his mind in slow motion.

"Serge..." Steena’s voice brought him back to reality. "You must
proceed alone from here. You must see and confirm for yourself who you
really are... Truth shall manifest itself, once you believe in your
heart." Steena disappeared into thin air. Harle and Serge were left
standing outside the door alone, once again.

Harle wrapped her arms around Serge’s neck and embraced him. "Good
luck, Serge." He nodded graciously, turned his back to her, and stepped
through the door. It slammed shut behind him. He found himself in the
midst of six large dragon statues once again. He placed the Dragon Tear
upon the altar.

Serge had been with Harle ever since he lost his body. She had been
with him when they defeated Lavos. She had been with him since they had
moved to the quiet island of Marbule, where the demi-humans congregated
to exclude themselves from the humans. What would happen if Serge
returned to Marbule as a human? Would they exile him? He could go back
to Arni and live with his mother, but what would become of Harle?

Serge blinked as he gazed into the Dragon Tear in the ceremony room of
Fort Dragonia. It seemed like he had been inside this body for an
eternity now. Ever since Lynx stole his own. He looked at his furry
hand; the claws at the tips of his fingers were dirty, stained with the
blood of the countless victims of Lynx, before he entered Serge’s body.
He yearned to have his youthful body back, and he knew that moment was
finally here.

The Dragon Tear began to sparkle, and an essence was released from the
confines within. The essence soared to the wall, illuminating the
hieroglyphs nearby, and spoke gently to Serge, in a voice that was new,
yet familiar. It moved his heart, as he watched the aura explain to him
the beginnings of life on his planet. He understood that Lavos had
fallen from the sky and destroyed the reptites, but he knew not that
Lavos transformed humans into what they are today. Lavos made humans
into beings that now devoured the planet, yet it was they who
ultimately killed Lavos in the end. That was all behind them now, Serge
just wanted his body back and he wished the essence would hurry.

Meanwhile, Harle waited patiently for him outside the room. She
nervously tapped her foot on the stone floor of the levitating tower.
Her eyes gazed up at the distant black moon in the sky, her mind
swimming in thoughts and a terrible feeling of dread lingering in the
pit of her stomach. She had stuck by Serge’s side since he first was
given this wretched body. She loved him dearly, but deep down she knew
that his heart belonged to another. Although she liked to deny it, she
knew that once Serge regained his body back, he would search endlessly
for Kid. She would inevitably lose him, but she was okay with that;
knowing that Serge would be happy, she could live out the rest of her
days in Marbule with the other demi-humans.

As she saw light flashing under the ceremony room door, a tear rolled
down her face, smearing her make-up. She began to think back upon her
fondest memories of Serge. "Where did I go wrong?" she asked
herself, "what is wrong with me that I’m not good enough for him?" and
while she was thankful she could have helped Serge bring about the
death of Lavos, she was terribly devastated that she could not win his
heart. Another tear followed the first and she wiped it away with
gloved fingers.

She saw more flickering light under the door. This was it. This was the
end of the road. She heard a scream coming from inside the ceremony
room. Lights flickered; glass shattered and everything went
silent. "It’s now or never, Harle," she thought to herself.

Harle burst into the room. "Serge, are you alright? I heard a scream
from-," she noticed that he had regained his body... and that he was
very wet and naked. "Désolé. I didn’t mean to burst in." She looked
away, but Serge just stood there, not noticing her. He was very pleased
with the acquisition of his original form. He turned to her and smiled,
a tear forming in his eye. Harle looked back at him.

"Serge, you are beautiful, once again, non?" She resumed her regaling
personality, contradicting the heaviness of her heart. Serge simply
nodded. She tried to smile at him, but slowly a tear rolled down her
face. He stepped towards her and wiped the tear away. He noticed that
her makeup was smeared, and he ran his finger across her cheek.

Harle looked into his eyes. "Je t'aime. I love you, Serge." The way he
looked at her told her what was in his heart. This was what she loved
about him; at times, he could say anything with his eyes. She looked
deeply into his clear blue eyes. It was the happiest moment of her
life, this beautiful concord. A tear of joy slipped down her face and
clung to her lip. Serge leaned towards her and kissed the radiant
harlequin softly on her red lips.

She wrapped her arms around his naked body in a full embrace; his
tongue gently easing it’s way between her lips and into her warm mouth.
She sighed softly, separating her lips to accept him. While their
tongues embraced each other in a passionate kiss, Serge lifted the
coxcomb from her head. Her hair was long and red, like the coxcomb. It
was beautiful to behold. Much like the rest of her body. Serge
continued kissing her, while her fingers lightly swept over the curve
of his spine. He reached to her left hip and untied a string trying to
figure out how to undo her little harlequin outfit.

She flinched, breaking the kiss, "Ne touchez pas," she firmly said to
him. Serge just looked at her; he was somewhat baffled. As much as she
joked about it, she had never actually done anything like this. She
thought for a moment, and decided that it would be okay if she
undressed. After all, he was already naked; she gazed at his bare
chest. Then, smiling at him, she said, "I will do it." She reached down
to her tight hip and removed the other bind that held her harlequin
outfit on. It swiftly glided down her body to the ground, jingling all
the way, revealing a petite naked harlequin underneath. She had
beautiful pale breasts with nickel-sized areolae and small erect
nipples. Further descending his gaze, he noticed her perfect stomach
with her petite belly button. Although averting his gaze quickly, Serge
noticed the patch of curly reddish hair peeking from between her legs.

She stepped towards him with a sheepish grin. She slipped off her left
glove, as Serge laid hold of her right hand and slipped her other glove
off. She kissed him gently, meeting his lips with her own soft mouth.
As her glove fell to the floor she wrapped her hands around the back of
his neck as his tongue once again slid through her lips and entwined
with hers. Her fingers grazed the damp hair in the back of his head,
while his slid down to the small of her back. He slid his fingers over
the soft flesh of her smooth rear, making the muscles tighten slightly.
She moaned softly as her hand left his hair and made its way to his
hairless chest.

Serge broke the kiss. He glanced around the room for a second, looking
for something. He then grabbed her by the hand, and led her to the back
of the room, where there was no glass from the shattered Dragon Tear on
the floor. There, he laid her down gently, and kissed her neck. His
mouth traveled over her neck until it reached the bottom of her ear
lobe. His tongue lightly grazed her ear, before he began to nibble on
her ear lobe. His tongue flicked in and out as he slowly kissed down
her neck again. His right hand reached up so that he could feel the
softness of her uniformly concealed hair. It felt good to have his
fingers run through her hair. She wasn’t used to it, and it was a
somewhat unique feeling.

Harle whispered, "c’est bon," half to him and half to the empty air
near her lips. Her right hand slowly reached his soft hair again, and
her fingers slid through it. With her other hand she grabbed his hand
and raised it to her mouth. She kissed at his fingertips, while he
kissed the hollow of her neck. His tongue licked slowly down her neck,
to the top of her breasts. He kissed between her breasts and then ran
his tongue up the valley that was her cleavage. His mouth then moved to
her right breast and kissed the areola around her erect nipple. She
sighed as his tongue flicked out at her sensitive nipple; she took a
fingertip in her mouth and sucked gently on it. She had never felt
anything like the things that Serge was doing to her nipples. His
perfect white teeth closed down gently around her nipple, as she made a
small whimper. His free hand caressed her other breast softly, rolling
her nipple around between his fingers.

Serge kissed down her stomach licking slightly at her belly button.
Harle was experiencing things she had never known before and she was
glad that it was Serge there with her. A bead of sweat rolled down her
forehead. She eagerly anticipated the feel of his warm tongue in her
nether regions. She released his finger from her mouth. His tongue
reached the top of her pubic hair, softly swirling through it, and
kissing it. His hands he brought down to the inside of her thighs,
gently easing her legs apart. She complied almost instinctively and
opened her legs for him, waiting patiently for him to reach her already
swollen clit. He kissed around the soft pink lips, careful not to make
contact with her engorged clit yet.

Serge’s warm tongue flicked Harle’s erect clit. She flinched at the
feeling and groaned a soft sound from her throat. She couldn’t hold on
any longer, "Serge, zis is-," her words were cut off by a sudden
scream, which she could not contain. He had slowly glided a finger
inside her, and she had not expected it to feel that way. "-Wonderful,"
she finished as his tongue grazed her clit once again. He reached up
with his right hand and cupped one of her breasts, while his finger
slowly slid in and out of her. His tongue licked hungrily at between
the harlequin’s folds. He encased her engorged clit with his lips, his
tongue swirling around the small bud.

Serge’s mouth dwarfed her clit as she succumbed to the pleasure that
was his tongue. She screamed as her muscles contracted around Serge’s
finger. She grabbed his hair with her left hand, while he continued
sucking on her clit. Serge brought her to climax, his tongue swirling
all around and sucking at her clit. An unfamiliar sensation took hold
of her entire body; waves of pleasure flowed through her. Her back
arched and she lifted her head slightly off the floor in ecstasy, as
Serge tightened his grip on her nipple. He licked up and down, between
her now damp folds. She sighed softly, resting her head back down on
the cold stone floor. She had never experienced anything like that
before. Catching her breath, she ran her fingers through her long red
hair.

Serge ceased his licking to rise to eyelevel with Harle. He kissed her
gently on her chin, before kissing her soft lips. She grabbed the back
of his head and pulled him away to tell him what was on her
mind. "Serge, mon cheri, I love you." She kissed him passionately. This
time it was her tongue that slid between his lips. She lifted her leg
up a little, nudging him to roll over onto his back. He took the hint
and rolled onto his back, carrying her with him so that she ended up
resting on top of him.

Serge’s erection pressed against her leg. "Mmm?" Harle reached down and
touched it. Serge groaned. Harle kissed him again, and she ran her
fingers up his shaft. She kissed his chin, then his lips again. Then,
her wet lips descended to his neck. She had never done this before, so
she was emulating his actions to her. Her fingertips grazed along his
shaft from the base to the tip. She sucked on his neck a little, and
his mouth opened. Audible sounds did not escape his lips, however. She
kissed down to his smooth, muscular chest. She licked around his nipple
as her hand closed around his hard shaft. With his mouth already open
he let out a small sound, little more than a whisper. She moved down to
his stomach, kissing all along the way. She traced the contour of his
muscles with her tongue, before kissing his bellybutton. Her tongue
slid into the small hole.

Harle traced down to his waist with her tongue, her hand tightening on
his cock. As she reached the first traces of his curly blue hair with
her tongue, she released her grip. She licked along the underside of
his cock and he flinched a little from the sensation. When she reached
the top, she noticed that there was some liquid forming about the tip.
She closed her lips about the tip and sucked the liquid into her mouth.
It tasted sweet on her tongue. Her mouth closed around his shaft and he
groaned softly. She lowered her mouth slowly along his cock taking most
of it into her warm mouth. He instinctively let out another groan. Her
lips retreated back up his shaft to the tip, leaving a trail of
moisture along its length.

Gliding her lips along his length was enough to bring Serge to the
edge. He groaned lightly, as her lips slid up and down. Using her cheek
muscles, Harle sucked a little to enhance the pleasure her lover was
receiving. Her lips moved faster, up and down his shaft, and her tongue
slid from side to side around it. She sucked harder, moaning softly,
sending vibrations along his cock. Serge couldn’t take much more; his
little harlequin lover took his whole cock in her mouth and sucked. His
muscles tightened and his head leaned back into the hard floor. She
received a mouthful of his warm come. It tasted sweet; she swallowed
what she could in her little mouth.

Harle licked the rest of it from his cock before climbing back on top
of him to share a passionate kiss. Their tongues entwined once again in
each other’s mouths. Groping at each other’s hair. Each had experienced
more on this fine night than ever before. Serge had never even kissed
Leena or Kid, and Harle had never felt anything like this for Lynx when
she traveled with him.

Harle broke away and looked Serge in the eye. All that was in his clear
blue eyes was love for her. She saw this and another tear fell from her
eye; it landed on his face and she brushed it away.

Serge gazed up at Harle, fully aware that she wanted to make love to
him. She kissed him again. A few moments with her sweet tongue in his
mouth and his erection pressed against her leg once again. Harle
noticed it and said, "I have never done this..." Serge hadn’t either,
but the look in his eye told her that it was the right time. "D’accord,
Serge," she spoke softly as she straddled his waist, guiding his cock
between her folds and inside of her. As her weight descended on it, it
hurt her. Still she took more and more inside her until it was all the
way in. She moaned softly, half from pain and half from pleasure. Serge
had closed his eyes as he had entered her, and a shudder rippled along
his spine, but now he looked at this beautiful woman.  Neither of them
had ever felt anything like this before.

Serge reached up and wrapped his hands behind her head, bringing her
mouth down to meet his. She slowly eased his cock inside of her once
more as her tongue once again wrapped itself with his. Harle let her
fingers flow through his hair. She bucked her hips up and down slightly
faster, her walls embracing his shaft. Their tongues followed closely
with the motion of her hips, tangling in the vortex of their mouths.
Harle moaned lightly into Serge’s mouth. She moved faster along his
shaft, taking it all the way in with every thrust. The room was filled
with the aroma of their lovemaking.

Harle removed her tongue from Serge’s mouth; she placed her hands on
the wall behind his head for extra support, making soft moans every
time she lowered herself down on his cock. Serge reached up and cupped
her breasts, now shining with a light coat of sweat. He caressed her
breasts, rolling her nipples around, as she bucked her hips and
sheathed and unsheathed his cock quickly. Her moans became louder.
Serge also was groaning slightly now. Their mutual passion intoxicated
their sober reality. Harle screamed and covered her mouth, but that did
little to muffle her expressions of pleasure as she repeatedly impaled
herself upon her lover’s shaft. She brought her right hand to her clit
and rubbed it to intensify her pleasure. Serge placed his hands around
her ass and helped strengthen her downward thrusts.

Harle screamed again, her muscles contracting around Serge’s cock; she
instinctively aggravated her thrusts. Serge moaned loudly as he filled
her with some more of his warm come. Her muscles continued contracting,
milking his cock of every drop that was in him. She let out another
loud moan and fell forward onto Serge’s bare chest. The two laid like
that for a while, catching their breath.

Finally, Harle raised her head and kissed Serge. She said softly to
him, "Serge, zat was incredible. Je taime. You are ze best." She rose
to her feet slowly. Her legs were weak, and she nearly fell. She had to
place her hand on the wall again for support. Serge smiled up at her,
and she smiled back, "You laugh at moi, non?" Serge rose to his feet
swiftly.

Harle put her outfit back on, but her makeup was a blur of colors about
her face. "Wait here, Serge." She stepped outside and returned moments
later with a bundle of clothes. She walked back to where he was
standing and handed them to him. "Here. I brought these for you." He
took them and dressed himself quickly. Harle walked to the door with
Serge and as she pushed the door open, he grabbed her arm. She turned
her head to look at him.

He looked her in the eye and said, "Harle, I love you." A tear streamed
down her cheek. She wrapped her arms around his neck and embraced him.
Serge wrapped his arms about her waist and lifted her off the ground.
Their lips met in perfect symmetry. Serge put her down after a moment
and they continued out the door.

Harle looked at him as they walked down the walkway towards the
teleporter. "Now what, Serge?"

"I don’t know," he looked to the sky to see the two moons descending on
the horizon and a soft light coming over Mt. Pyre. "I think we should
go home, mon amour." Serge gazed at her with a keen look in his eye
when he said this.

Harle giggled softly as they stepped on the teleporter and disappeared.

                                 The End





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