Chapter 41: The next morning

Aiden woke up before Ember the next day. He was so tired he didn’t get a chance to clean either her or himself. So they were both covered in cum.

He thought he should get her cleaned up, but he didn’t want to leave before she woke up. The things he said to her last night needed to be clarified. He didn’t want her to think he was actually disgusted with her.

He lay there looking at her peaceful face as she slept. He couldn’t help but kiss her lips.

Ember groaned; she felt like she was being suffocated.

When she opened her eyes, she came face-to-face with Aiden, who was kissing her. When he saw she was awake, he pulled back.

“Why are you trying to kill me?” she muttered

Aiden laughed. “I would never do such a thing,” he said before kissing her again.

Ember tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t stop. In the end, she gave in and let him kiss her.

“Em, can we talk?” he asked.

Ember frowned, “What do you want to talk about?”

He pursed his lips, “Well…how do you feel about what I said last night?”

“What did you say?” Ember tried to remember.

“About you being worthless and disgusting,” Aiden muttered.

“Oh,” Ember said nonchalantly. “What about it?”

“Did you-did it make you feel weird?” he asked.

Ember cocked her head, trying to understand what he was thinking. She decided to answer honestly, thinking it would be better not to cause misunderstanding.

“It did make me feel weird,” she nodded. She watched Aiden’s face drop. “It made me feel like you should have put cock inside my ass too.”

“What?!” Aiden exclaimed.

Ember nodded sharply. “Just what I said. You should have put your big hard cock…in my ass.” She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Afterall…I’m just a hole for you to play with.”

Aiden wasn’t sure what to say. If he wasn’t sure Ember was the person in front of him, he would have thought she was replaced.

“You…” That was all Aiden could say before he stopped.

“The day after we had sex. I remembered something. I remembered the day I died.” She placed her finger on Aiden’s lip to stop him from talking. “I remember the day I died. I remember giving you the bracelet. To be honest, I don’t remember a lot. Most of what I remember is related to you. I followed you around for years. Watching you help her create things with the bracelet. But mainly I remember the dreams. You would dream about me a lot. I would end up acting out your dreams.”

She grinned, “I remember one dream in particular. We were having sex, and you said that to me. That I was a hole for you to fuck. You were just about to cum when someone woke you up. That person was Valentina; she was trying to take the bracelet after drugging you. Instead of getting the bracelet, she got your dick.”

She frowned at Aiden, “I’m still salty about it. But it was fun hearing you call my name when you fucked her.”

Aiden lay there processing what he just heard.

It was one thing to say she dreamed about it; now she was saying she lived it. But she also said he would fuck her in his dreams. Aiden blinked a few times; his mind still couldn’t wrap around what Ember was saying, but he chose to accept it.

“Don’t think about it, you might get a headache,” Ember said before getting off the bed.

As soon as she got off the bed, Ember felt his cum slipping out of her. She turned around to look at him. “How much do you cum?”

She didn’t wait for his answer as she waddled to the bathroom.

The next few days passed in a blur.

Because the work was divided well, the team ran like a well-oiled machine.

Ivan, true to his word, was able to get the items they needed. On the third day, a convoy of refrigerated trucks rumbled outside on an early morning.

“Behold! The fruits of my debauchery! He went to the back of the truck, swinging the door open. Inside wasn’t just canned food and rice. There was an absurd amount of luxury items. Gourmet canned soups, vacuum-sealed steaks, tins of caviar, and enough chocolate to short-circuit thousands of diabetics. He was even able to get a case of vintage champagne.

Another few days brought Adrienne and Alex with medical supplies. There was enough to make their own pharmacy. The number of antibiotics, surgical kits, painkillers, and bandages was insane.

Amidst the stockpiling, the news of a fever running rampant through the country was heard. Dubbed ’The Scourge’, it was moving through the country as if it had wings. The symptoms included a fever, vivid dreams, and heightened emotional sensitivity.

The final week was a blur of chaos. Aiden used his connection to secure the last of their fuel. Enough gasoline and diesel to power generators and vehicles for months.

The third day before doomsday, Alex called everyone into the living room; his face was pale. The tablet was propped up on the table, showing some shaky camera footage. It was of a famous statue. It was weeping. Thick, dark red tears like blood were streaming from its eyes. The same was happening to almost every statue across the country.

The room went silent. Everyone looked at the video showing the different crying statues.

Aiden broke the silence, “Finish the stockpile. Now.”

Finally, it was done. They had food, water, medicine, weapons, and fuel.

They were as ready as they would ever be.

The night before doomsday, everyone made sure they were at Aiden’s house. They couldn’t take the chance of being apart when everything started. Each person had their own room where they could prepare.

Ember and Aiden were getting ready to head to bed.

“We’re ready,” Aiden said when he saw Ember’s worried face.

Ember nodded, not believing it but willing to accept his soothing.

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