4 comments/ 18989 views/ 43 favorites The Afflicted Ch. 05 By: ShyChiWriter Votes and comments are always appreciated. Also, please do add the story or me to your favorites list if you are so inclined. Also, do check out my other stories here on Literotica. Thanks, as always, for reading. * * * * Aimée was numb. She followed her guide, Tomas, in a fog of emotion. Less than a month ago she had lived in Morocco with her mother, father, and brother. Aside from the fact that they slept by day and only went outside in the darkness they had been a normal family. Now, Aimée was alone. Her parents of nineteen years were elsewhere. Her beloved brother (and now lover), had been placed in separate and unknown quarters to protect them from each other. Lost in a new world, ripped from her family, she had never felt such despair. So, she followed Tomas through the subterranean corridors the Afflicted had built beneath Manhattan. She was walking toward a future which she believed would bring her nothing but sadness. "Hop aboard," said the kindly Tomas. "Hop?" she said, confused. "Yes -- onto the train. It takes us straight below Astor Place. Not much more walking now. Sorry I'm not a flyer, nor a jumper like you." Aimée murmured something about no need for apologies and they stepped aboard the cylindrical train which fit perfectly into the round tunnel in the rock. "It's pneumatic," said Tomas, doing his best to pique her interest. She looked at him with a confused look on her face. "Have you ever used a drinking straw?" "Yes," said Aimée, confused. "We're about to be 'drunk' through a very long tube with a similar concept. It is the quietest system our engineers could contrive which allows us to move at ease beneath the city without creating any curious rumblings that might raise questions." Numb or not, Aimée couldn't help but watch in wonder as they were whisked down the silent tube with nothing more than a small 'whoosh' to get them started. They stopped in three stations along the way with. Tomas excitedly explained the New York system to Aimée -- how each stop had a cross station, creating essentially a horizontal ladder of tunnels from the battery to Central Park that allowed people to move freely around the city below ground. Aimée did her best to listen, but the fog of grief made it hard to concentrate. They arrived at their station and walked a short way to a lovely arch with tiles that read "Astor Dormitory". Before Tomas could even knock, the door opened and a striking young woman stepped out. "Hello, Tomas!" she said, hugging him affectionately. "Abby, lovely to see you, as always." The young woman turned in Aimée's direction Aimée instantly felt a sense of home and of comfort. Abby was a truly lovely girl. Her hair was red and her skin fair. She was close to Aimée's size but her body was quite curvaceous, and it was shown off to full effect with a low-cut blouse and a form-fitting skirt which would be considered risqué for the time (above-ground, at least). The most curious and hypnotic thing about Abby was her eyes which seemed to both pierce through Aimée's very soul, but seemed to see absolutely nothing at the same time. "Welcome, Aimée," she said taking the new girl's hand in her own. As soon as they touched, Aimée felt something akin to a sharp pain in her soul -- but not with any malevolent overtones. It was just a heart flutter, a knife-slip of emotion. Somehow, she knew that she had just made a lifelong friend. Tears formed unbidden in her eyes and she saw similar ones forming in Abby's face. "Oh my dear, Aimée," said Abby, reaching up to brush away Aimée's tears. "I see why Brana sent you my way. We have so much in common. I assure you that it isn't as black as it seems. Now come with me and I'll show you your new quarters." "Do you need me to come up?" inquired Tomas. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, you old letch?" said Abby teasingly. "Nothing like getting a free peek at some nubile bodies, right?" "I resent that remark," said Tomas, chuckling. "But just out of curiosity, is Jacqueline wearing clothes yet?" "Goodness no," said Abby, giggling. "She's still lobbying to make the dorm permanently clothing free -- though it keeps getting voted down. Now off on your way, old man. Go play with someone closer to your own age." "His own age?" inquired Aimée after he'd left. How old is he? "Tomas? He was one of the founding members of the Spain enclave in the tenth century." Aimée shook her head in disbelief. "It's funny; our little group in Morocco was so small I always knew everyone's age. This will take some getting used to -- trying to figure out how long someone has been around. Do you have any tips on how to tell?" "Well, I have my own ways -- but for you I'd say just look into the eyes. There's a wisdom in them that only comes with age, regardless of how young the Affliction keeps us. Now, it is time to get you upstairs and force you to lie with one of your young men." Aimée looked up, alarmed, and then saw the sly grin on Abigail's face. "Just a joke," she said, taking Aimée's arm. "Not a very funny one at that, but I thought I should disarm you. First, you should know that, yes, there is a lot of coupling going on in our dorm. For that matter, there is a lot of tripling, quadrupling, and other combinations happening as well. Beautiful people, without bloodmates, driven by a mindless organism that only lusts for a companion of its kind - what would you expect?" "However, there is also a huge amount of respect and love in our little sex hostel as we call it. No one will force you to do anything, and you will be fully allowed to take things at your own pace. Clear?" "Yes, clear," said Aimée as they paused outside of a great oaken door. "First, we need to teach you to the door." "Teach me to the door?" "Yes, the door is truly an amazing machine put together by our finest engineers. You place your hand on this pad and it recognizes you through the lines on your hand and the presence of the Affliction. Only one person may pass through at a time, and once you are mated, your signature is removed from the dorm door. This place is only for unmated Afflicted and our chaperones. You go first; there is a second door within. I will follow as soon as you are through." Once the door knew her, Aimée put her hand on the silver pad and the door opened to a small antechamber. Stepping up to the next door, she placed her hand on another glowing pad and pushed gently. Her imagination was running wild at what she might see. An orgy? Girl's being dragged off by their hair? She wasn't quite sure. What she saw upon the door opening was a bit of an anti-climax to the scene in her mind. It was a large residence in a cross shape. She was standing at the top of the 't' where the entrance was. Walking inward a few feet she saw a wing to the right that appeared to be some sort of gymnasium with a fencing floor and a pool at the far end, opposite that wing looked to be a lounge and eating area with a pantry, tables, and sofas. Down the long end of the cross appeared to be the rooms where people slept. There were four people fencing and Aimée, a student of the art, was instantly drawn to watching them. Two were very accomplished, one was an expert, and the fourth was a master. She found it odd to evaluate them, though, because deplacing had changed her approach to fighting entirely. She realized she had an entirely new skill to master. Her eyes were next drawn to the walls. There were oaken beams and lovely patterned wallpaper, but she was surprised to see that a wall which had been green with a flower pattern when she walked in was now red with a geometric pattern. The ceiling, too, seemed to be moving in some way. "It's to guard from people like you," said Abby, who was now standing at her side. "Like me?" "Deplaceurs. Jumpers. You have to be able to see where you are jumping -- and if it is constantly changing it makes it a bit hard." "Very clever," said Aimée. She was so mesmerized by the varying colors that she hadn't noticed the silence that had fallen over the room. The fencers had stopped their practice and were walking toward her, their masks removed. Two of them were young men, and 'ogling' is the only word to describe what they were doing. "Hello everyone, this is Aimée -- freshly arrived from Morocco and our newest resident. Johnny, Steven," she said to the two male fencers. "Put your tongues back in your head and give her some space. She needs time before having to put up with your none-too-subtle advances." They looked slightly chagrined, but still continued to eye their newest 'prey'. Several people nodded their greetings and a few stepped up to introduce themselves. The most brazen was obviously the girl Tomas had mentioned. She had been swimming and had emerged from the pool fully naked. Grabbing a towel merely for the sake of drying off before dropping it, she approached Aimée in a frank, yet catlike fashion. Her body was long and lithe, her breasts settled high and amazingly on her chest. "Name's Jackie," she said, offering a hand to shake. "Just so you know, clothing is optional." * * * * Brana had flown him Claude down several long corridors until they arrived at the entrance to the 46th street dorm. Brana, as lead supervisor of Academy housing and acclimation, was allowed free passage into and out of both residence halls below New York. Though Claude was also reeling from the emotional upheaval, he also processed things differently. He wasn't as bereft as Aimée but he still felt a curious sense of removal from the rapidly spinning events in his life. Clouding his thoughts, also, was the growing longing for physical companionship. Brana had been sure that he take an extra dose of blood before they set out for the dorm, but the needs of the lusty 'companion' inside his body were turning into a bit of a loud roar of want -- especially with so many new Afflicted women surrounding him as he walked through the underground streets and passageways. Foremost in his thoughts was obviously Aimée, but even the touch of Brana on his arm was making him call his mother's words to mind. "You are still animals. Your Affliction is even more of an animal." He was keenly aware of Brana's soft scent and smooth skin and his cock was rising to attention quickly. He was thankful for the loose fitting fashion of the time, allowing him to at least conceal some of his involuntary response. After being keyed into the door, Claude was immensely impressed with the dorm to which he'd been assigned. Just entering, Claude was impressed with the shape. They stepped into a curving corridor which had individual rooms all the way around on its circumference, and a huge common space in the middle. "These are the quarters," said Brana, showing them around proudly. "These rooms on the outside are the bedrooms and inside is the area where you meet, eat, exercise, and study. There is a pool one floor down." "It's amazing," said Claude, gazing around in wonder. "Which bedroom should I take?" "Frankly Claude, we figured out a long time ago that when you put young, unmated Afflicted in a group setting, sleeping assignments don't make very much sense. Choose a room with an empty closet and wardrobe -- and then just let the pillows fall where they may...or whatever analogy seems fitting." Claude had turned ashen. He looked down shamefaced at the lustful thoughts he had already felt for Brana -- let alone the smorgasbord she seemed to be describing. He took a deep breath and tried to gather himself. He felt like his body was betraying him, and Aimée. "Claude, I'm sure your mother has said this too," Brana reassured him, "but it does get easier and the heart does mend. I promise. Now come along, we shall meet your new friends." They stepped into the common area and, as it had with Aimée in her dorm, the activity stopped. A tall young man with shocking blonde hair and an infectious smile spoke the obvious as several of the girls made no attempt at hiding their admiration. "Hey girls, fresh meat!" he said, laughing. "Not that I was worried about competition, but I've sure as hell got it now." A petite girl with a big head of dark curly hair and an angelic smile pushed the blonde boy out of the way and crossed to Claude. She was dressed in a loose-fitting white corset and stockings, nothing more. "Oh shut up Jacob. Can't you give someone a proper welcome?" "Boys and Girls," said Brana, "I'd like you to meet Claude -- newly arrived from Morocco. And yes please, a proper welcome would be greatly appreciated." "Hello Claude," said the girl. "I'm Hannah. Welcome to our little family...of sorts." She reached up and wrapped both of her arms around his neck, hugged him and then kissing him tenderly on his cheek. "Welcome, Claude," she whispered tenderly into his ear. Claude was both touched -- and aroused -- by the lovely girl's greeting. It was obvious that her words were heartfelt, but the touch of her thinly clad body against him had his senses crying out for a more intimate sort of embrace. Claude had to put every ounce of concentration he had into offering his own greetings back to Hannah and the other girls who hugged him. . The other young men who were present stepped forward and offered friendly greetings to him as well. "Claude, I leave you in good hands. Jacob, if you would come with us I'd like to have a few words." A great 'ooh' went up and Jacob took it all in stride. "That's right, that's right -- the Ghost is in trouble again! All hail the Ghost!" Jacob and Claude followed Brana out to the circular hallway. "Jacob, I'm putting you in charge of Claude. Show him around, take care of him, look after him. Do you understand?" "Yeah, sure," said Jacob. "Claude," said Brana. "Jacob will be a good guide, but also a good confidant. He was recently in...similar circumstances as yours." Jacob's ears perked up at this and the wry grin he usually wore was transformed to a much more serious expression. It was clear Jacob could be all business if needed. "I see," he said gently. "Claude was on a Council transport in the middle of the Atlantic when he and his sister awakened." "I understand," said Jacob, a pained expression crossing his space. "Well Claude, you and I will have a lot to talk about." "Claude, I'm easy to reach," said Brana, giving him a hug before departing. Once she closed the door, Claude breathed a sigh of relief to be out of a woman's presence for at least a short while -- though the girl's in the common room were already beckoning to his subconscious. "So," said Jacob matter-of-factly, "you fucked your sister." The blunt statement caught Claude entirely off guard. With all of the turmoil in his soul and the raging passions in his body Claude cried and lunged for Jacob -- but just like that the tall young man wasn't there. "Easy there, Claudio," said Jacob's voice somewhere behind him. "My name is Claude!" he screamed, turning to jump to the place where he'd heard Jacob. Nothing was there. "Come on now, Claude, relax." Claude leapt again to the source of the sound and was met with thin air once more. Now there was an arm wrapped around his neck, but he couldn't see Jacob. He struggled with all of his might but couldn't break free. "Relax Claude, relax," whispered Jacob's voice in his ear. "I'm okay with you and your sister. Do you know why?" "Why?" asked Claude through clenched teeth, still straining to break free. "Because the same thing happened to me," Jacob said calmly. Claude ceased struggling and the hand grasping him released him. He looked at where Jacob should have been standing and watched as Jacob slowly appeared where no one had been. "Are you a deplaceur?" asked Claude. "A jumper? No," said Jacob. "You know that silly old wives' tale about not being able to see a vampire's reflection?" "Yes," said Claude. "Well I'm the living example of it. I can turn invisible, hence my nickname 'Ghost'. My gift is pretty handy and also very rare. Only three people have ever had it, and one of them died two centuries ago. Jacob faded in and out of vision. "I see why they call you the Ghost," admitted Claude. "Mm hmm," said Jacob. "Pretty handy, as far as gifts go." "I'll say." "Tell me Claude, a month on the ship -- did you get much exercise? Well, other than...you know." "We did for a while," said Claude, "but the last week or so we were stuck below-decks." "I find a nice bit of exercise always does wonders to clear the mind, don't you?" asked Jacob. "Sure," agreed Claude. "Come on then." Claude kicked off his boots, which weren't the best thing for running, and the two of them began jogging around the great circular hallway -- which had been designed for that very thing. "I'm guessing your story is a lot like ours," said Jacob, falling into a good pace while still having enough breath left for talking. "Let me tell you the story about what happened to me and my sister Abby. We were in a beautiful village just outside of Quebec City. It was so isolated we thought we were untouchable. Maybe one of us grew careless. Maybe the black guard was just that good at finding people. Anyway, early last year the Black Guard attacked. You've never seen anything like it. What they lack in powers, they make up for in stealth and equipment. The worst thing they had were flash machines. Mechanical suns that lit up the night and blinded and crippled everyone in their path. My mother was a jumper and the first thing she did was grab my sister Abby and me and take us to a safe house. I mean safe. It was a room carved out of a mountain, and the tunnels to it had been collapsed so no one could even dream of getting in." "Sounds safe all right," agreed Claude. "Oh, it was. It was also fully provisioned with enough supplies for ten people to be there two years. It even had a powered ice box with frozen and chilled blood to keep us alive. The problem was, Mom winked out to get our father and never came back. Here we were, two non-Awakened kids with a cave full of food and no way of getting in touch with anyone. We kept each other sane, I guess. One month, then two months came and went." "And then you Awakened," said Claude. "Bingo," said Jacob. It was actually Abby who woke up first. I resisted her for a day, but she was so miserable I gave in. One kiss from her was all it took for me to wake up, too." "How long were you there?" asked Claude, astounded. "A month and a half," said Jacob, amazed. A month and a half we were fully awake and alone before a Council inspector stopped in on a routine round." "And did you take each other as mates." "Nope," said Jacob. "Luckily, Abby found a book in the safe house on Afflicted laws. Even more luckily, Abby's gift was especially useful in getting us through." They picked up the pace and ran several laps more, each pushing the other in an unspoken race. Soon, Jacob slowed his pace and stopped, turning to face Claude. "Listen, Claude -- I know where you're at. I could barely move for the first couple of days after we were rescued and they separated us. I was in love with my sister. I am in love with my sister, but I've had to move on. If you want to talk about it or not talk about it. I'm here." "Thank you for that," said Claude, clasping Jacob's hand in his. "Now, do you feel more clearheaded?" "Yes." "Do you feel horny?" "Horny? That's not a word I'm familiar with." "Randy? Aroused? Hungry for the ladies?" "Oh. Not as much. At least not right now," said Claude, surprised. "Running always helps," said the jovial young man. "But it only gets you so far." The Afflicted Ch. 05 "Thank you," said Claude, seriously. "Thanks for the advice on the running, and sharing your story. It means a great deal." "No worries. I'm in room four right now if you need to talk any more. I'll leave you to yourself now." Claude's clothing and belongs arrived. He sought out a vacant room with the idea that he would spend the first night alone. Once unpacked, he said a perfunctory goodnight to the other residents and went to his room to lay down. As soon as he closed his eyes, visions of Aimée popped into his head and would not leave. All he could picture was her nude form and his mind went down the path of endless fantasies. He ran. As he ran he saw several lovely girls in the hallway who smiled warmly at him. He returned to his room and his mind dwelled on each of the tempting bodies he had passed on his circular jog. He ran some more. He pushed himself even harder until he could barely stand. He walked, sweaty into the common room and poured himself some cold water. Two couples were entwined on the couch and it was clear they were doing far more than kissing. Claude ran even harder. Every time he passed a Room 9, Hannah was there, standing at a door. She was wearing a plain cotton nightgown and she watched him with concern every time he passed. He pushed himself as hard as he possibly could until he couldn't take one more step. He returned to his room, stripped off his soaking shirt and collapsed onto the bed in his room, his breath heaving. Yet, as soon as his heart rate began to slow the visions of women returned. Aimée, his mother, Brana, Sigrid, Hannah. He punched the pillow on the bed angrily, tears falling from his eyes. A gentle knock came on the door. Claude opened the door and was not surprised to see that it was Hannah. She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. "Hannah, I..." stammered Claude, not sure what to say. "Shh," she whispered, putting a soft finger to his lips. "There is a line from a great poet of the Afflicted. 'On the road and alone, I ask not for the gift of your heart. If you would but loan me your body, we will quench our night-borne fire and part as friends in the morning.'" As she walked toward him she unlaced her nightgown. With the word 'morning', she let the gown fall from her shoulders to reveal her tiny, yet beautiful body. Though she was small, she was not slender. Her hips were rounded, her breasts were full and lovely globes on her chest. She was like a tiny China doll in a way...if they made anatomically correct China dolls. She knelt before him and unlaced his breeches. She struggled a bit to pull to pull them down in their sweat-soaked state, but she eventually succeeded. Kneeling there before him, she was met with his very ready and willing member at eye level. "Oh my, this will be fun," she said -- taking his ragingly swollen cock into her tiny hands. She stroked his rigid cock, her tiny hands looking even smaller when trying to wrap around his more than ample shaft. She toyed with kissing it and licking it and then tried to stretch her tiny mouth around it. "Nope," she said, giggling. "Don't want to get a case of lockjaw -- but I can think of better things to do with this." She led him to the bed and laid down on her back, beckoning him to her. He placed his cock at her opening and she hissed with desire as he pushed his way into her. He worked perhaps half of his shaft in and then started back out again. Aimée had sometimes had trouble fitting all of his length into her, and she was several inches taller than this girl. Hannah sensed his hesitation and reached around to pull his hips into her. "Don't hold back, lover," she urged. "But..." "Don't worry," Hannah said in a lustful tone, "I can handle anything you've got to give me." She pulled him toward her, nodding her head as he worked deeper and deeper in. "Unnh," she moaned, her eyes practically rolling into the back of her head. "How perfect that is. You fill me up so good, my lover." Her speaking voice had been high and cute, but she seemed to be the type who truly transformed in the bed. Gone were the high tones, replaced by a low husky rasp that urged Claude further and faster into her slippery chasm of lust. "That's it, darling," she moaned, "lend me that beautiful body. Lend! It! Harder! Harrrdrrr! Oh my god!" She shrieked in ecstasy and dug her nails into his back as a practically convulsive climax ripped through her body. Claude could feel the scratches from her fingernails but embraced the pain, knowing he would heal before they were even done. "Don't. Stop. Don't. Stop," she begged him. With a full day of waiting behind him, his body had no problem obeying her commands. As her orgasm subsided she kept urging him on with her body, but gave him silent signals to slow into a more sensuous pace. "So good, Claude," she murmured. "You are so good. This is so good. It is what you need. Surrender to it. Surrender." Her carnal yet soothing words triggered the release of the great reservoir of fluid waiting with him. "Oh Aimée," he grunted unconsciously. A lesser woman would have stopped at that moment -- but Hannah had gone to him for the purpose of comforting him. She simply smiled, taking it as a compliment that he would lose himself so much in their lovemaking that he would cry out another lover's name. "Yes, that's it Claude. Oh, it's so hot," she gasped as the first gush streamed into her. "Oh Claude! Oh... my goodness." She couldn't stop herself from laughing at the copious quantities which were already spilling out of her. Her laugh was infectious and Claude began laughing with her, even as he was still in the throes of the waves and spurts that continued. "Ha ha, you really are a stallion, aren't you my new friend?" she giggled. "It has been happening more and more the past week or so," said Claude, smiling. "And not just the amount but the number of... mon dieu her comes another one." "Oh yes," she sighed, accepting his physical joy as her own. "Give it all to me, sweetheart. Then we'll rest and perhaps try it again." * * * * Abby slipped her way into Aimée's room and winced at the overwhelming emotion her new friend was broadcasting. Aimée was lying on the bed and crying. She had been sobbing before Abby arrived.. She had promised to return after doing a special favor. "Well, the favor is all taken care of," she said, trying to set a light tone. "What was the favor?" asked Aimée, wiping her eyes. "You see," said Abby, "my gift is that I'm an empath. I can both feel other's emotions and magnify them as well. I owed Christopher a favor so he asked that I help 'enhance' his lovemaking tonight with Rosa. It was...pleasant for all involved, if I do say so myself -- and I can say so since I was one of those involved." "An empath?" inquired Aimée. "So you feel what other people feel." "In a way, yes. 'Empath' is the best label they could put on my gift. I can feel what other's feel on both a physical and emotional level. I can also look further in to their bodies and minds. I'm already apprenticing as a physician, since my skills are particularly suited toward healing." "Can you read minds then?" asked Aimée. "Yes," said Abby, matter-of-factly, "I can read minds, emotions, feelings, sensations, all of it." "How amazing," said Aimée. "For example, I know that you are listening to me, but you are also distracted by thoughts of the boys you've met in the dorm and what you might do with them. You are also saddened because you feel like you are betraying your brother... Claude is his name, yes?" Aimée looked down, ashamed. "Yes," said Aimée. "I feel like such a slut." "Aimée, I understand your troubles," said Abby. "I really do, but you must know that another partner is inevitable." "I know! I know!" cried Aimée angrily. "Everyone keeps telling me that, but I'm not ready. I will never be ready. Plus, I'm so embarrassed. I just know that everyone is staring at me, talking behind my back and pointing 'There's the girl who fucked her brother. Such a whore, she can't even wait a few weeks to avoid incest.' "Oh Aimée," said Abby, kindly. "You know that the Afflicted has much different views. All of our kind understand the desperate lust we are cursed with. And, if it makes you feel any better, at least when you're with me they'll be pointing at both of us." Aimée looked to her new friend in surprise. "You?" "Mm hmm," said Abby. "Which one is your brother?" "He's in the other dorm, just like yours. It was just as heartbreaking for me to be separated from him. Come here." Sitting next to her on the bed, Abby put a comforting arm around Aimée's shoulders and let her rest there. The simple physical contact with another Afflicted had calming qualities of its own, but Abby added a little extra with her empath gifts that helped at to soothe the most extreme emotions of grief and loss that were surging through Aimée's hyper-sensitized mind and body. "Aimée," said Abby, a look of deep contemplation on her countenance. "I think I have an idea. Your biggest barrier is getting past the idea of sleeping with another man, yes?" "Yes," said Aimée softly. "What if I could help you almost sleep with someone else without actually doing it?" "What? Like pleasing myself while he did the same? I don't see how that would necessarily help." "Hmm, not a bad idea," said Abby. "But I have something else in mind. Aimée, do you trust me?" "Of course," said Aimée. "I know we just met today -- but I'd trust you with my life." "Good," said Abby. "Because what I'd like to do involves a lot of comfort and trust. Do this, take off your clothes and lay back on your bed." "Very well," said Aimée hesitantly. "Don't worry, I'm not going to tie you down and bring a young man in here. Relax." Aimée did as she was asked and was surprised to see Abby also disrobing. "To be clear," explained Abby, "I'm also not going to personally tie you up and ravish you. Aimée, I've been given a very rare gift and they tell me it is more powerful than most who are blessed with psychic gifts." "How to explain this," Abby mused, "I know. Just relax and clear your mind as much as you can." Aimée did and found herself quickly falling into what felt like a daydream, but much, much more real. She was a little girl and it appeared to be Christmas. There was snow on the ground and the shop windows sparkled on a beautiful snowy night. She looked at herself in the shop window -- but it wasn't her reflection but a young girl with curly red hair who could easily be Abby in her youth. "I just love Christmas," said Abby, pulling Aimée out of her reverie. "How did you...did you... wow!" exclaimed Aimée, "That was amazing. Did you put that in my head?" "I think a better way of putting it is I allowed you to share it -- but it ended up in your head all the same. Now let me ask you -- how did the evening smell? What were the sounds like? "I -- I don't know," said Aimée. "I can't remember any of that. I simply recall the sight of it." "Yes, now try this -- " The lovely redhead then slid onto the bed and straddled Aimée, their two pelvises coming together in a frank yet surprisingly nonchalant manner. She took Aimée's hands in hers, then -- Aimée was back in the village. There were bells ringing in a distant church. Carolers were singing a lovely French song. The snow felt crisp and sweet on her face. Chestnuts were being cooked somewhere nearby and a man was holding a cup of mulled wine just a few feet away and it smelled delicious. Oh!" cried Aimée, laughing. "Oh! How did you do that? Take me back! I want to go there again." "Perhaps we'll go again sometime," Abby said, smiling. "As to how I did it -- it was through your nervous system. Because I was touching you at our hips and your hands, it allowed me to share every one of the senses that I recall from that lovely day. The more contact I have with you, the easier it is for me to transfer sense memories and give you a more complete experience." "I see, but how does that help me with sleeping with men?" asked Aimée. "Patience, my lovely," explained the empath. "It will soon become clear. It is time to go to a different address on memory lane." She leaned forward and then lay across Aimée's body so that every possible inch of skin was touching: Their legs; their hips; their breasts. Abby pushed back on Aimée's arms so that even every bit of their arms was in contact. Aimée felt a lovely drowsy feeling washing over her. The hair on the back of her neck stood up. "Oh goodness that feels good," she moaned. "Just my Affliction reaching out to say 'hi' to yours," said Abby. "To ease into this, why don't you tell me about Claude?" Abby lowered her head down and kissed Aimée tenderly. "But how do I tell you if...am I talking to you right now?" "More than talking," said Abby's voice in Aimée's consciousness. "I use the kiss because there are so many receptors in the lips. This will be an intense experience. Now, tell me about Claude." "Well, we were always fighting and competitive before..." Aimée needed only speak a few words and Abby followed the trail of that memory and they were soon lost in Aimée's memories of her life. Abby whisked through Aimée's childhood and early teen years and then zoomed to the time on the Siren while crossing the Atlantic. Abby seemed particularly interested in the moment when Claude first awakened. As she dug gently into Aimée's mind, it wasn't just a memory, but as close to real as it could get. The strong emotions washed through both of them, but Abby still lingered -- focusing in on every physical and emotional sensation of when Claude embraced Aimée in the ocean. Once satisfied with that memory, she leapt forward and began sifting through the various times to follow. Aimée could actually feel Abby's excitement upon the discovery that Aimée could deplace. Next, Abby sorted through the lovemaking memories. Surprisingly, it wasn't the extreme sessions like the lovemaking in the clouds or when Frederique had pleasured Aimée that Abby lingered on. It was one particularly quiet and peaceful time that Abby chose to relive. For some reason, that time had always stood out in Aimée's mind as well so she did not mind Abby reliving the entire session. Suddenly, she was there, reliving the entire thing, but curiously it was as though Abby were there with her. Claude had been so gentle, so strong in that union, keeping a slow and steady pace with the occasional deep thrust to keep her off her guard. Aimée's orgasm was slow and intense that time and she gasped once again as the bliss surged through her causing her to moan in ecstasy and also cry from pure joy. Claude had wept then, too. Aimée suddenly awoke and found she was back with Abby. Abby's lips were still pressed to hers and her naked form was atop her. Abby's tears were falling on Aimée's face, merging with her own. "You and Claude are so beautiful together," Abby said, smiling. "So very, very beautiful." "Thank you, Abby," said Aimée, the emotion still fresh in her mind. "That was almost as good as being with him. Now, I showed you mine, you show me yours." "Very well." "How long did that take?" asked Aimée. "How long were we reliving those memories?" "Perhaps fifteen minutes at the most," said Abby. "Perhaps a change in position is in order," suggested Aimée. "I am a bit stiff. Not that you're heavy -- but we've been a while like that and my body can feel it." "Of course," agreed Abby. Abby rolled off of Aimée and onto her back, allowing Aimée to roll on top. Aimée's thigh slipped between Abby's legs and she felt the moist heat which had built up from reliving the lovemaking memory. Of course, Abby felt the same thing from her and they exchanged knowing grins. Aimée stretched her legs over Abby's. Their arms touched and their breasts pushed against each other warmly -- their soft orbs finding a way to nestle in the same space, squished between their two bodies in a way that would have made any man watching hard instantly. Finally, Aimée reached down to kiss her new friend and lost herself again in the empath's overwhelming consciousness. "Jacob and I didn't fight too much as children," began Abby, "but we also weren't close..." Aimée was swept into memories of Abby's childhood in the small northern Canadian town where summers were spent mostly below ground, but in lavish and expansive Afflicted dwellings where an entire other town existed below the surface. She saw winters, when days had less than a few hours of sunlight. There had been magical times of sledding, skating and breathing in endless fresh air. As Abby had said, Jacob was there, but always at a distance. Still, Abby watched the goofy young boy grow from a cherub faced youth to a gangly teen, to a captivating towheaded young man who wasn't necessarily the most handsome but he possessed a magnetism that drew one's eyes to him as soon as he entered a room. Aimée could sense that Jacob was annoying to Abby. Abby resented that Jacob was never serious and never studied but he still excelled in their little school. He was athletic while she was studious. Strangely, the memories of Canada were blurry through Abby's eyes and grew more so as time went by. The memories near the end were almost all sounds, the visions coming from those times were like looking at something under water without goggles... and deep, deep below the surface of the water where little light could reach. Then came the attack: yelling; screaming'; horrible explosions and bright lights seeping through the cracks in a door, ready to destroy them. And then -- the rock. The safe haven carved in the middle of a high mountain in the Pyrenees -- inaccessible to anyone from the outside world. It was only Jacob and Abby. Nobody else came and their mother did not return. Aimée could feel Abby wondering... in the deepening darkness, if their 'safe' house might become their mountain tomb. Aimée quickly relived the initial months of despair and then felt the longings begin in Abby's body when she awakened. Abby had been strong and gone almost three days before seducing Jacob. Interestingly, when they visited the memories surrounding Abby's awakening, Aimée noticed that things were more clear once again. The vision in the memories had been dark and murky, but at a certain point they became clear again. One odd thing, though. The vision seemed to always be looking at Abby, as if she was looking into a mirror or something. While Aimée and Claude had been stuck for a few weeks aboard the ship, it had been months for Abby and Jacob. This translated into months of sensuous lovemaking. Hours-long sessions, even day-long sessions where Jacob stayed inside of Abby all day and they even fell asleep with his cock still nestled within her. Remarkably, they did not take one another as bloodmates. Abby's remarkable ability somehow allowed her to commune with the Affliction itself. Though it hungered, it was as though the empath could talk to the symbiote inside their bodies and let it know it wasn't yet time for a bloodmate. Her communion with the Afflicted cells did nothing to quench the overwhelming desire, but it did check the animal instincts and let them somehow resist drinking one another's blood. Abby had never been the most athletic sort, but in the time together in the safe house, she had learned to be -- and all through sexual means. Her thighs had become stronger through straddling him with her feet on his floor and lifting herself up and down on his beautiful cock. Her arms had become stronger from grasping his neck while he held her and they made love standing up. The Afflicted Ch. 05 When they were not making love, she was exercising, readying her body for him. Every waking and every dreaming moment was about sex. She and Jacob had found a book of erotic poetry and learned the words they had only heard muttered by adults when they thought no one was listening. Cunt was her favorite. She loved exercising her cunt. She would squeeze it tight when she was alone to improve the tone...and she would squeeze it even tighter when it was wrapped around Jacob. Their sessions had grown longer and longer. Jacob's volume had grown greater and his recovery time shorter. They would often collapse, exhausted, only to find their bodies urging them back into action before their hearts had even ceased racing. Suddenly, they zoomed in on one specific time that Abby and Jacob had had sex. Before, they'd been leafing through the memories like one might through a picture book. Now, they were right there, in the moment. Abby had been toying with Jacob all morning. The day before, they had made love for nine solid hours. Today, she wanted to wait as long as she could. It wasn't easy. Not for her, and not for Jacob either. They were reading a book, a journal to be exact. She was seated in Jacob's lap, wearing a short dress she'd found in the clothing supply (with nothing on beneath it). She could feel his erection pressing against her, but that was nothing new. He was practically always erect. The journal was... spicy, to say the least. They'd found it not three days before. It was a woman's journal, a woman who had been left in this same safe house a century before. It had been her, one other woman, and five men. Jacob and Abby had learned many, many lessons and many words as well. My, how this woman had liked the word 'fuck'... and she and Jacob were both still somewhat shocked at the roughness of the sex she described. At one point the woman (named Jorie) had taken on two men at once, while a third man had 'throat-fucked' her in her own words. Also in the mix, had been Jorie's brother. They were not mates, but since they were trapped there without their own bloodmates, they took advantage of the situation to try what they'd always wanted to. She and Jacob were reading a passage about Jorie having what sounded like an hour-long orgasm. She felt his hand snake around to caress her breast. "Let's wait just a little longer, Jake," she murmured, though her hardening nipples argued against her reluctance. "No," said Jacob. He spoke in a deep, lusty, insistent tone that stirred her in surprising ways. "I want you now. I'll take you now, whether you like it or not." He lifted her up and before she knew it she'd been thrown across the arm of the leather couch, her dress lifted, and her legs spread. "Mmmm... very well, my insistent brother," she moaned. "Are you ready to make your sister your whore?" She loved that word... especially when she used it with him. It was so nasty, so naughty. "Yes," growled Jacob. "Do you like that, my slut? Do you like the feel of me inside of you?" As he spoke, he was pushing his manhood into her, opening her labia as her hungry pussy swallowed his rock hard cock. "I would," she moaned. "If you were doing it harder. Is that all you've got?" "I'll show you what I've got." Though she didn't have much to compare it to, she knew that Jacob was long. Though he wasn't thick, every time he entered her... especially the first time... it felt like his long, slick pole was never going to stop gliding into her. When it finally did, she groaned as he pushed against her cervix and it seemed he would split her open. It started slowly, but the pace picked up quickly and soon he was making her shudder with each slam. She pulled her dress up over her head and her breasts were soon bobbing beneath her as each impact sent ripples throughout her entire body. She could sense he was getting close. "Now, Jacob," she said. "Cum inside your sister. Make me your whore completely." "Oh Abby!" shouted Jacob in a strangled cry. "Yes, my love," she called back over her shoulder. "Pour yourself into me. Don't hold back." He did with the stunning volume of a 'stallion'. After the first burst he pulled out, knowing from experience that there would be too much if he stayed inside of her. His next jet sprayed out over her back, gushing forth across the small of her back and up to her shoulder blades in a veritable wave of cum. With his rod slickened by their juices, he stayed there between her cheeks and worked himself feverishly, unleashing a third and stunning wave. As he twitched there, Abby felt a strange excitement as he rubbed against her other opening. He was about to pull away when she reached back and took his hand. "No," Abby growled. "You aren't done yet. Like this," she held his softening cock against her tiny, tight forbidden opening and felt his lovely shaft spring instantly back to life from the excitement. They had somehow not gotten around to making love this way yet, but the carnal force in her soul demanded more. It hungered for yet another way of being fed. He pushed slowly and his slickened knob popped in the first inch easily. It hurt. It hurt so much but she gasped in pleasure, needing this added sensation desperately. "More," she begged him, and he pushed another inch. "Oh god!" she cried and he stopped out of concern. "Abby," Jacob moaned, "We shouldn't..." "Don't you dare stop, you bastard," she growled in a guttural tone. "But..." She put an end to his argument by thrusting backward into his cock and taking the full length into her in one movement. The burning of her flesh was both excruciating and exhilarating. Though it hurt, she could already feel the Affliction healing her tightest canal and strengthening that part of her body so it was more than ready for the taboo fuck she longed for. The excitement of the forbidden overwhelmed Jacob within moments and he was soon pounding into her ass with rapid thrusts. She met each thrust with even greater force and her ass was red from being spanked by his hips. She lost herself then, allowing him to pummel away a she took part of her consciousness away and reached into their bodies. When she'd contemplated anal sex, she had speculated on whether it would take her own hand between her legs in order to climax. She didn't need to wonder any more. Being fucked in this fashion brought a different sort of bliss, a more animal and base pleasure. There was something building and her instincts told her the only way to achieve it was to keep going, to not pause or stop until whatever it was arrived. She willed Jacob's body to more strength. His cock in her ass was no longer foreign, but a beautiful, bestial thing that pushed her even further into oblivion. "Oh Abby!" cried out Jacob, his hips bucking and his entire body stiffening. If her interior had been burning from friction and torn flesh, it was now fiery from the hot cum he was shooting into her. That was the thing he had been awaiting. "Now Jacob! Fuck my ass! Fill me up! Shoot your cum into me, but don't stop!" Jacob's cock and hips became a blur of motion as he shot hot streams of creamy goo into her innermost recesses. She felt a cry beginning somewhere in the base of her brain. "Aaaiiiiiiaaahhhh!!" she screamed, pulling rapidly off of his cock and falling against the leather of the contraption. It was joy. It was raw bliss. It was something more! The heavenly pleasure made her body convulse with uncontrollable pleasure. She was hungry. They had gone too far. She knew it. She had one thing on her mind. She wanted to turn and rip out her mate's neck with her teeth and suck his life into her AND let him do the same so they could merge as bloodmates. There was one conscious thread left in her brain, one tiny area that knew she could not surrender to this need. She bit down on the leather of the couch kept her teeth there, growling with angry lust as the orgasm/lust swept through her. Better to bite the couch than her brother's neck and break the Council laws. Jacob did not understand. He tried to come up behind her and comfort her. His hips pressed against her ass. "Get away," she growled, momentarily taking her mouth off of the leather. "But," started her brother. "It's just...too much," she tried to explain. "Stay back and let me...let me finish." Jacob looked down helplessly as the spasms continued to rock her body. Abby gasped and moaned for several minutes, caught in divine conflict. Part of her welcomed the seismic shocks of pleasure rocking her body, while a small part of her mind continued fighting the bloodthirsty hunger that the orgasms were pushing her toward. After several minutes of this, she finally began to calm and looked up at her brother who had sat down to watch her. She was somehow able to get control of herself again. "That was amazing," said Jacob, bending down to kiss her. "That's one word for it," said Abby, wiping the sweat from her face. Speaking of sweat, Aimée's eyes fluttered and she had to shake herself to remember where she was. Her body was coated with perspiration, as was Abby's. Their two bodies slid against each other as Abby's eyes opened and she gasped at the intensity of the memory they'd just relived "Oh my," said Aimée, sliding off of Abby, but still staying wrapped around the stunningly sexual redhead. Aimée realized something... she was calm and satisfied. Because she had been in physical contact with another one of their kind, AND because the sex had been 'real' in terms of how her system reacted to the memory brought to life of Abby fucking her brother. Aimée was no longer longing to find one of the boys in the dorm. Her needs were satiated. "Oh my, indeed," whispered Abby, leaning over to give a soft, passionate kiss to Aimée as a way of sealing the intimate experience they had just shared. "Abby," that's some gift you have," whispered Aimée. "I feel like...I feel like you're my sister. More than my sister. How can I ever thank you for that." "Aimée, dear, it was a gift for me, too. Besides, when I met you I just knew -- I knew we were meant to be friends - intimate friends." "Do you do this with everyone?" "Goodness no," said Abby, giggling. "I'll share the Christmas scene or a something like that as a party trick, but I would never share such memories with just anyone. What kind of a slut do you think I am?" "A very talented one," laughed Aimée. "But tell me Abby, why did you go so far with me." "Isn't that obvious? Like I said at the beginning, I wanted to let you almost sleep with a man. What do you think?" "Oh my god!" exclaimed Aimée, sitting up in bed, her eyes going wide. "It took you saying that for me to realize it wasn't me who fucked Jacob... I mean, to put it more properly, that it wasn't me who had made love to Jacob." "Who is the slut now, Aimée?" said Abby teasingly. "Look at you, a mouth like a sailor, lying naked with another woman while you relive sexual memories." "Well, I..." Aimée stammered, too embarrassed to even finish what she was saying. "Don't worry about it -- and trust me, Jacob and I made love a lot, but we fucked a lot more." They fell back onto the bed, wrapped around each other and enjoying the simple intimacy of each other's company. "Abby, I do have one question. When I was 'with' you, I kept feeling things through you -- but I saw things through Jacob's eyes." "Didn't you know?" asked Abby, stroking her hand tenderly through Abby's hair. "Know what?" "Aimée dear, I'm blind. I never had very good vision and it faded more and more as I grew older. By the time my gift arrived I had lost almost all of my vision. To me, the world is simply a blur of light and darkness -- which is mostly dark given this dim world that our kind lives in." "But how..." "I'm an empath -- I simply borrow other people's eyes to get me around. It's not a problem as long as there is a sighted person with me. However, put me in an empty room and I'm a bull in a China shop." "So, right now you're..." "Yes, I'm looking through your eyes. I look quite lovely, by the way, my hair all tussled and my cheeks all aglow." Aimée took that in and was about to drift off to sleep, but had to say one more thing. "Abby?" "Yes, Aimée?" "I do know one thing," said Aimée, yawning. "I want to meet your brother." "I want to meet yours, too," said the blind empath. "Now, one more thing I need to show you." Then, Abby sent a sort of montage of images and memories of Abby sleeping with the other boys in the dorm. She also communicated the emotions she had gone through. Through this, Aimée also took the journey of emotions that Abby had gone through. She was able to feel how Abby had gone through the same turmoil and sense of betrayal when she had finally succumbed the lust which built up in her body. Aimée saw how Abby was now lovers with many young men, but her heart was still set aside, still waiting for Jacob to return... or for the mate who might be waiting in the wings. "You see," said Abby. "It doesn't necessarily get better, but it does get easier... if that makes sense." "It does," said Aimée as she stifled a yawn. She still felt the ache in her heart for Claude, and what Abby had shown her provided her odd comfort. She saw that you could be true to your heart while still satiating the sexual hungers of an Afflicted body. With that, they drifted off to sleep. * * * * Votes and comments are always appreciated. Also, please do add the story or me to your favorites list if you are so inclined. Also, do check out my other stories here on Literotica. Thanks, as always, for reading.