Aurora Over a Dead World

"..." I follow Zenith as we find a motel. She doesn’t show a shred of embarrassment as we walk in and she speaks with the receptionist.

"Good evening, do you need a specific room?" The receptionist asks Zenith, who seems thoughtful for a second before speaking.

"No technology, we don’t need toys... we want it available until tomorrow morning, a bathroom, we don’t need anything to eat, just water at most, a comfortable bed, and we’ll pay in cash." Zenith rattles off several specifications. The receptionist looks at me and blushes a little.

"O-Of course, I’ll register the room immediately..." She starts typing things into the computer while I keep looking at Zenith. The receptionist grabs the receipt and tries to hand it to me, but Zenith snatches it from her hand, crumples it, and throws it in the trash, placing cash on the counter to avoid any bank records.

"..." Zenith doesn’t even wait, grabbing the key from the receptionist’s hand while leaning over the counter. Despite her somewhat rude attitude, I know she just doesn’t want to be seen here. When she’s embarrassed, she tends to get very hasty about leaving the situation that’s causing her shame.

"Ah... before we go... be careful what you spread on the internet. You wouldn’t want us to come back here and sort things out with you." Zenith issues a small threat to the receptionist because I’m relatively famous, since I’ve even been on magazine covers.

"Let’s go." She takes my hand and pulls me toward the room corridor, climbing the floors to find the key number.

We soon arrive at the room, which is relatively larger than I expected. Zenith and I place our phones on a stand that blocks them from seeing the room. Zenith looks at me and then looks around the room.

"I’m going to take a shower. You don’t need one, right? So once I’m done we can get going... and d-don’t you dare make fun of me about that thing, the joke got old! Enough!"

"Hahaha, of course! I won’t say a word about you crushing me during your first time with the prosthetics." I know exactly how heavy Zenith is, and the first time we had sex with her already using the prosthetics, she ended up hurting me by accident because of the weight I wasn’t expecting.

"You’d better not!! That was years ago, plus it’s kind of humiliating to fuck you while disconnecting my prosthetics to reduce my weight! Aren’t you completely fine now? So deal with it!" She runs to the bathroom, embarrassed, while I look around checking for any cameras.

’Nothing. Seems like a trustworthy establishment.’ It’s four stars, so naturally it would be good, even if not perfect.

"It would be great if Zenith enjoyed this too..." I lean back against a shelf. Even though Zenith feels pleasure, she doesn’t really like this situation, mostly because it’s like an obligation for our separate survival.

I don’t even know if she loves me. She likes me, but not as a romantic partner, so I don’t say anything, even though I love her romantically.

"Zenith always makes everything more complicated than it needs to be..." It’s been years that I’ve been trying to win her over, literally since our adolescence, but our harsh circumstances made it so Zenith never even saw romance as an option.

I wait a few more minutes until she finishes her shower. I watch the door open as she steps out, steam rising off her body.

"..." She came out completely naked and didn’t even bring a towel. I swallow hard looking at her body. Even though Zenith used to get requests for dates in the past, and that practically stopped after the prosthetics, I never cared.

Zenith is just as beautiful to me as she was back then. She talks about me maintaining my good looks, but she’s also nearing forty and still looks like a well-endowed teenager, so she can’t really complain about my attractive physique.

"You’re still beautiful—"

"Hurry up! You’re hard to satisfy, and I want to finish this by morning. Besides, the low energy makes me feel strange because I feel what you feel, so once this is resolved, things will get easier."

"...Do you want to be on top?" I ask, starting to take off my clothes. She stares until she blushes faintly.

"No, you can be on top. Honestly, dealing with my students drained whatever commanding energy I might’ve had. I’d rather you take the reins completely." When she says that, I know she’s in a relatively good mood.

"Then get on the bed."

"...You’re already hard. Are you dying to fuck me? How lecherous." She teases, climbing onto the bed, which ends up cracking, the legs breaking as the bed sinks to the floor.

"..." Zenith says nothing, somewhat used to it. Normal beds can’t handle the weight of just over half a ton that she has. This has already happened with most motel beds, so no one says anything.

"It’s because you’re too beautiful." I say, moving closer to her as she sets her prosthetics to a quieter movement mode.

"...Nadir, you’re still frighteningly big. I wonder if you’d be this endowed without the chip in your brain. After all, it increases your physical stamina in that sense too." She speaks as I climb on top of her.

"Who knows? But don’t you like it this way?"

"...I don’t know, I’ve only experienced you, so I can’t really give an opinion. But I think it’s good. Does that work?"

"Yes, of course it works." I say, agreeing with her as I grab the lubricant from the table. I pour some over my penis, which drips some onto Zenith’s groin. I soon start running my hand over Zenith, spreading the lubricant over her intimate parts.

"Y-You know, whenever we have sex, I think... what would it be like if we became one?... which of us would be the real one? And... what were we before we were separated? There are so many questions..."

"I’d like to know. Do you think it would be possible?" She asks very complex questions. In years of searching, we’ve found nothing about what we were before or who separated us.

"Maybe. Considering we found nothing on Aurora Island... it’s probably from outside." There are laboratories down below Aurora Island, in that devastated world full of monsters.

Humanity is largely alive only up here, but there are some crazies who managed to survive down there. They form cults or secret, protected laboratories.

Sometimes Aurora Island passes over the places where their bases are, and we end up meeting and fighting. Maybe Zenith and I came from one of those laboratories. That’s a more realistic possibility than us being born on Aurora Island.

That’s because, in years of research, no one on the entire island has ever studied how to split a being into two. It’s research that’s never even been conceived.

"You’re always so introspective when we’re about to fuck... honestly, I’d rather not know..." I know she wants to know our past, but I prefer that we stay like this. It’s the best for us.

"H-Hmmm... y-you’re an idiot." She criticizes me as I slip one finger inside her. Her tail drags softly across the bed, messing up the sheets while she grips them tightly.

"But you like this idiot." I move a second finger inside her, circling it around her soft and smooth opening. Incredibly, Zenith is physically "weak" when it comes to muscles.

Her vagina is very tight and sucks my fingers in strongly, but tight at a normal human level, while her belly and groin are extremely smooth, her skin almost fragile. In the past, she even had a muscle or two, but her malnourished way of living and later the prosthetics made her incapable of having very prominent muscles.

"I like how soft you are." I always compliment this about her, because in the past she always seemed sad about not having visible muscles, which would have been a way to show her effort visibly.

"O-Only you would like that." She arches faintly forward as my fingers touch her deeply.

"I like everything about you, so I guess I’m pretty lucky, right?" I lean over her, placing my face between her breasts, which are quite generous in size. I remember how small they were in the past due to the lack of food.

After we joined the military, Zenith started eating a lot in those first few months, and instead of gaining weight, thanks to all the exercise, only her breasts and thighs grew, along with a bit of her height.

"Nghhhm..." She lets out a restrained moan when I bite her breasts softly, beginning to suck while gently scratching the inner walls of her vagina. I want so badly to penetrate her already, but I try to make the experience as good as possible for Zenith.

"Haaa... th-this is good..." She moans as we feel the energy that separates us being replenished. It’s truly pleasurable, as if a nearly empty space is being filled once more.

"Y-You’ve gotten so much better at this. In the past, you were all clumsy." She speaks as I lick her nipples, leaving hickey marks across her chest, her paler skin making the marks easily visible.

"I got better for you. Besides, it’s been years of practice on your body, over one decade, almost two, and you’re very responsive." I avoid mentioning her limbs, which would irritate her, but it’s a fact that after losing them, her body became much more responsive to any touch.

"N-No, actually, just one more year and it will be two decades..." She murmurs to me as I press the most sensitive spots inside her, making her arch forward and come on my fingers.

Zenith pants, flushed. She always blushes. It’s kind of cute. It reminds me of our first time. It was a bit clumsy, and she ended up hurting me by accident, but it was an unforgettable moment for me.

In the end, after that, she always blushes. She can never erase the embarrassment of it, even though she’s normally such a grounded and analytical person.

"Are you okay? Because I’m dying to get inside you."

"...Y-You’re a savage... beast... g-go on, I’m already ready." She murmurs to me as I give her my best smile.