Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
The skies darken as we sit under the furs together. As they do, the stars come out. Like grains of sand, they fill the night sky and pepper it with light. There are two moons here, but the stars are the true beauty. The skies begin to dance with greenish and pink hues in addition to the colorful nebulas splashed amongst the darkness. It is awe-inspiring to see, and I wonder if she appreciates it as much as I do. I nudge Aidy with my elbow. "Do you see the stars?"
"Hard not to." She sounds a bit like her old self, and she leans her head against my shoulder.
I like that she pulls closer to me. "Which one is yours?"
"No idea," she says. Then her face crumples and she sobs.
I panic. She is that sad today? I turn to face her fully, wiping at her wet cheeks. "Do not cry, Aidy."
"S-sorry." She sniffs hard and wipes her face, her hand tangling with mine, but the tears keep coming. "Not trying to be a baby."
"You are not a baby." I brush her hair back from her wet cheeks as if my fussing will somehow help the situation. I need her to be happy. I need her to laugh. So I think fast. "Do you want me to kill something?"
The sound she makes is a cross between a choked laugh and a cough, but it's a good sign. "Kill something?"
"It makes me feel better to be productive."
Aidy sniffs again and gives me a woebegone look. "Something's wrong with me, Corvak. I keep trying to find memories that I know should be there, but I can't come up with anything. It's freaking me out. I hated the movie Memento, you know. Now I'm living it."
My suspicion that she is a clone heightens, but that might alarm her even more, so I keep it to myself. "I am here with you. Whatever happens, I am with you." I offer my hand to her, palm up, and I am pleased when she slides her cold fingers into my grasp. I give them a reassuring squeeze. "How do you feel physically? Any pains? Weaknesses?"
She swipes at her nose and gives me a wary look. "Fine, I guess."
"Are you still aroused?"
This time she snorts. "Always."
"Then I do not see a problem." And I grin.
This time, she does laugh. It's a little reluctant, but she manages a small smile. And even though my cock aches and throbs, and I want nothing more than that little smile of hers. "I appreciate the pep talk. It's just…the memories thing? It scares me."
I nod, then hold up a finger. "Do you know what this is?"
Her eyes flash with irritation and she grabs my finger and pulls it down. "Be serious, Corvak."
"I am serious. You know the basics. You know what a hand is. You know how to drink water. You know how to put on your clothing. You know how to work my cock. So you do have a few memories." I shrug.
Her gaze grows suspicious. "Why is it we always end up talking about your cock again?"
"Because it proves my point."
This time, Aidy's brow goes up. "How, exactly?"
"I did not know how things worked and you did. That tells me you have more knowledge than you think."
She grows quiet at that, her expression thoughtful. "But I don't know my name. My full name. Aidy's short for something. And I keep trying to picture my parents, but I can't see them, either. I can't remember what I did for a living, just that I had a commute that was forty-five minutes each way and traffic was a nightmare."
I decide to give her an answer—but a vague one. "We cannot rule out that you were drugged or left in stasis for so long that it has clouded your memories. The ones that sent us here have no boundaries to what they will or will not do. It is likely that this is temporary, just like the suppressants they gave me, and your memories will return with time."
Aidy brightens, hope on her delicate face. "You think so?"
I smile at her and lie because the truth will hurt her. "I do."
She buries her face against my arm, holding it to her thrumming chest. "You're the best, Corvak. I'm glad if I had to be stranded out here, it was with you. Thank you for being so supportive."
The pleasure in her voice makes me want to pull her close. To haul her into my lap and hold her tight. Grind her against my throbbing cock, sure, but mostly to just hold her. "We are together in this, Aidy. You are mine and I am yours."
She peeks up at me. "I'm sorry I didn't jerk your cock for you this morning."
Just like that, my sac tightens, and I am ready to release. I grit my teeth. You could jerk it now.