5 comments/ 16229 views/ 36 favorites The Afflicted Ch. 16 By: ShyChiWriter Hello Readers. Chapter 16 is here, and I truly believe it was worth the wait. I look forward to your comments, thoughts, and favorites. Best! David Lake * * * * Below, Arnet had rushed to the courtyard of Lyndhurst and was watching the skies with interest. Franz had given him a pair of red-enhanced binoculars that allowed him to see amazingly well at night. Though the figures were a great distance up, Arnet could still make out some of what the shapes were doing. He watched with satisfaction as six bodies began to fall from the great distance above. They plummeted toward the Hudson River, and he couldn't help but laugh as they hit the water with a phenomenal splash. Fliers descended to retrieve the unconscious bodies from the water. The courtyard soon filled with hundreds of Arnet's followers. Frederique was retrieved and chained by Arnet's side. She wore the dampening collar and her magnificent breasts were still bared for all to see. Even through this, her amazing beauty seemed to sparkle even more from her defiance and pride. The six companions, dragged from the river, were revived and forced to kneel before Arnet. Dampeners were placed around their necks. The companions exchanged private glances as if to say 'do you see them?' Each of them nodded and looked at the daunting figures that had been appearing. On every wall and every rooftop in the area there were cloaked figures which went unnoticed by Arnet and his people. In these figures' hands were curious metallic rods. Each device glowed with an ominous nimbus that spoke of dire portents. The Elders had arrived and they were preparing for the worst. "Here are your children, Frederique," said Arnet. "Kneeling before me, and soon their great power will belong to me as well." "I beg of you, not them," sobbed Frederique. "Take me. I will be your slave for eternity, but leave these children to live a free life." "Who is really free?" asked Arnet. "We are all bound by rules and restrictions, by hungers and needs. Now, they will simply be bound to me. It will be simpler that way." It was clear that none of her pleas would have any effect on Arnet. Having nothing to lose, Frederique lashed out one final time. "I remember your father," said Frederique through gritted teeth. "He was a sad, pathetic, weasel of a man who everyone hated on first sight. He was pathetic in bed as well. I can't tell you how many times I caught him pleasuring himself outside of the girls' bathing rooms, or watching other cadets fuck through a keyhole while he pounded his twisted noodle of a cock." "Stop," said Arnet. "It was no wonder he developed the gift he did. The gift matches the person. I flew because I was unafraid and wished for the clouds. He was so pitiable, so contemptible, so laughable - the only way he would ever have any love or respect in this world was to compel others to do so through his pathogenic infection of self." "I said stop." "I won't," cried Frederique. "He was a human contagion. He was syphilis and gonorrhea personified. He was a pox on The Afflicted and humanity. I lanced the pathetic boil called Jacinto and I swear on all that is holy I will snuff out your miserable life as well." "I - said - stop!" cried Arnet. With the back of his hand he smacked Frederique so hard her neck looked almost like it snapped. The sound of the blow rang in the silence of the courtyard. When she raised her face again it was flushed and angry but she was no less proud. "Do it now!" cried Arnet. "The sun approaches. When the moon rises again, I want it to reveal a world where every member of the Afflicted is entirely loyal to me." Six attendants stepped forward and placed needles to the necks of the companions. Frederique sobbed quietly as the needles sank into veins and the syringes plunged the eternal bond of Arnet into the friends. Their bodies twitched, their faces blanched and they slumped where they were kneeling, and then... "Master," said Abby, raising her face with an angelic smile. "Will you forgive us for resisting you? How foolish we've been." "Master, forgive us," said Claude. The others chimed in, speaking words of worship and obeisance. "Ah, my children. How wonderful to finally have you aboard, especially you, my lovely empath. What wonders we will work with your marvelous mind." "Anything for you, Master." "Free them," said Arnet. "Unloose their collars. I want her children to have the honor of bringing their mother - the Great Frederique - under my control." The attendants did as ordered and unchained the companions. "Have her son do it," said Arnet. "How wonderful it will be for him to deliver the final blow." Franz and his assistants unlocked the collars and the companions stood. "Very good," he said. "Now Claude, come and help your master." Claude walked to his mother's side and accepted the syringe which was offered to him by Scaurus. "It will all be over soon, Mother," he said. The needle started toward her neck. "Master!" said Franz in alarm. "Not now, Franz," said Arnet. The needle was already in Frederique's neck. Claude pulled it out and held it aloft, displaying the empty glass cylinder. Frederique looked at Arnet, her face aglow with a joyous, angelic smile. The figures on the rooftops raised their peculiar weapons to the sky. The glow between each rod began to grow. "Behold!" cried Arnet. "Frederique: the mighty Frederique. Murderer of my father, coward who waited in hiding for nearly a century - Frederique is mine now. " "Master!" cried Franz. "What is it, you fool?" asked Arnet. "These collars, they weren't working. The power was on, but the field wasn't being generated. They've been tampered with internally." "What does that matter?" asked Arnet. "It means that these six very powerful young people were not being suppressed when they were brought into your presence." "No, they weren't," said Frederique. The reason for her smile was now apparent, and it wasn't borne of adoration for Arnet. The collar around her neck fell to the ground and she stood, bare breasted and towering over the rat like man. Everyone there could see that the wonderful glow illuminating her skin was also reflected in the faces of the other six companions. They were complete now. Their seventh had been found and after Claude had injected the syringe filled with their cells, she was bound to them. They could feel the strength surging through their systems as their final mate completed their powers. "Take them!" cried Arnet. "Kill them!" But he was too late. In their immediate vicinity, the fifty or so people closest to them found themselves paralyzed by Abby's powerful mind. The rest of the people began rushing in with hopes of protecting their master. It was Glennis who struck next, sending out a wave of sleep through the ranks around them. For those on the ground, it simply meant a slow collapse. For those in the air, the issue was more alarming. "Claude! Aimée! Catch them!" cried Frederique. Claude reached out with his arm and even from the distance, cushioned the fall of at least twenty fliers. For those he missed, Aimée winked into the air. Zip, zip, zip. Miraculously, she appeared in the air by each of them and transported them to the ground. Taking a fraction of a second each, they were able to save all who had been in the air. This all happened in a few seconds. Frederique was a sight to behold. Now no longer manacled, she simply ripped off her tattered leather top and looked around at the frozen people near to them in a rage. Arnet, specifically, was the target of her ire. His body was frozen, but his eyes darted about fearfully, looking between the companions and the fierce Frederique. She crossed to him and growled into his ear. "How should I kill you," she said in a low voice. "A blade is too kind. I could rend you into pieces with wind. I could drop you from the heavens onto the rocks? Like Prometheus, I could cut out your liver each day for the rest of your life and watch you writhe in pain as it grew back." Glennis put a hand on Frederique's bare shoulder. "My sister, I beg of you, deal with him compassionately. It is important." With her eyes, Glennis indicated the ominous figures standing on the rooftops. Frederique was seeing them for the first time. "Who are they?" she whispered. "They are my kind," said Glennis. "I have reason to believe that how you deal with him could have a great impact on how they deal with us." "I see," said Frederique. She tempered her rage. "Get him out of my sight," she said through gritted teeth. "We'll deal with him later, but if I have to look at him one second longer I can't be held accountable for my actions." A moment later, Aimée, Abby, and Martin reached out to touch Arnet - the four of them disappeared. Far away, in a cave known to no one, Arnet awoke to find himself bound to a table. He felt a cold drip of water hit his face. "The water will drip once a minute," said a voice that seemed to belong to the empath. "It will give you enough to survive on until we return for you." The four returned and the companions looked up with relief at the rooftops. The Elders who had been readying their weapons were fading away. It seemed they were confident in the companions' abilities from that point forward. "What do we do now?" asked Claude. "Daylight approaches," said Frederique. "Whatever we do, we need to get our kind below." They agreed. They found that by touching each other, they could increase in strength so they could transport ten or more people at a time to down below. The problem with that was the people were spread so far around it wasn't that easy to find ten people together. The sky was growing brighter and there were still several hundred of the Afflicted to get down below. "Damn it!" cried Aimée. "We're not going to make it." "Let me take a look, come here daughter," said Frederique. Frederique focused on the sleeping people all around them. "Jacob, come here," she said. Jacob came to her side and Frederique took his hand in hers. She took Aimée's with her other. "There is something more here," she said. "We are combined now. There may be more we can do." Through three pairs of eyes they examined the problem. They felt a fourth presence joining them, it was Martin. "Hello, my new mate," he said to Frederique. "I am Martin, the clockmaker." "Ah, hello Martin. I have a particular fondness for clockmakers. I look forward to getting to know you better. Right now, however, we need to find a way to move these hundreds of people below in a hurry." "Ah, I see," said Martin. "Glennis, would you mind helping?" "Of course," said the voice of the fair girl in their minds. Abby and Claude joined them peripherally. Claude had risen to watch for anyone approaching and Abby was scanning all of the minds around them. The five companions focused in on the problem. As rapid as she was, Aimée simply didn't have time to transport the hundreds of bodies into somewhere below ground before the sun rose. "How do you move someone?" asked Martin, aloud. "Well, I... I think it would be easiest to show you," said Aimée. "Show me, too," said Glennis. Aimée opened her mind, took their hands, and jumped to a spot a few feet away. "I see," said Martin. "Well, I think I see. I don't know if I could do it myself yet, but I understand the concept." "So do I," said Glennis. "You just... like this." She kept hold of their hands and they winked out and back to where they had been - but it was Glennis who did it. "Well done," said Aimée. "I think I only did it because I was touching you," said Glennis. "Yes, but we don't have to. With our powers, we can move them without touching them. Just... see them elsewhere and they will go. Trust me." "Alright," said Aimée skeptically. "I'll try." "We'll help you," said Frederique. Aimée focused in on a large group of forty people. In her mind, the companions saw her envisioning the floor of the factory they had sabotaged. She gathered in her focus, and they bolstered her energy. Whoosh! The people were gone. They knew in their minds that the forty people had reached their destination safely. "Yes!" said Aimée in triumph. With that discovery, they quickly moved every person from out in the open back to someplace below. It was a tight fit. The hallways and outbuildings of Lyndhurst were stuffed to the brim with sleepers, but by the time the sun rose, everyone was indoors and all windows had been closed and curtains pulled tight. Everyone was safe. They found the unconscious bodies of Madame Villepreux-Power, Pasteur, and Colette. "We must try and cure them first," said Abby. "If we can cure them, they can help us with the rest." Abby focused her senses in on Villepreux-Power. The others joined her. With Abby, they could sense the 'feeling' of the biologist's body. With Aimée's abilities, it was as though they could jump from one place to the next within her system. With Jacob's invisibility gift, they could pass among Jeannie's cells undetected. With Claude's flying ability, they could zoom through passages of the body as though they were soaring. With Glennis, the gift was intangible, but no less important. Glennis added a calm to the mix. Frederique, beyond her flying, added confidence and strength. Last, and the most important in what they were trying, they were able use Martin's skills to decipher the very structure of Jeannie's cells. This was the second set of knowledge that Galen had passed to Martin by way of Abby. The companions flew and swooped, jumped and 'felt' through the entire bloodstream of Jeannie. After a short while, they were able to see the different cells. There were red cells and white cells, nerve cells and muscle tissue. Pulsing with a different sort of light, there were the cells of the Affliction. They saw Jeannie's own unique cells. Next, were the cells of Pasteur; there were far fewer of them, but they were there - pulsing with love and reinforcing her mated bond with the other scientist, but that love was suppressed by the last. Pulsing and angry yellow, were Arnet's cells. The companions followed the trail of those cells, and, not surprisingly, found the greatest concentration in Villepreux-Power's brain. If there was a spot for loyalty in the human brain, that's where Arnet's cells were gathered. In a way, they were like a horrible lamprey, attached to the cells within the brain and feeding off of them, forcing them to think of only one thing. Martin dug in and could actually sense images of Arnet himself burned into the code of the parasitic cells. "We should simply kill them," thought Frederique. "We have the power, we can burst every last one of the problem cells." "We could, but it would take too long," chimed in Abby's voice. "It's true," said Martin. "There is a problem with that. Even with our combined power, there are too many countless cells in this body. If we should leave even one of Arnet's, his infection will return. What we need to do is infect his actual cells, to use them against themselves. These are the last of the directions from Galen, and I think they make sense to me. Can you find me someone who is sick? Someone who is noticeably ill? We need an aggressor. We need something that attacks...and replicates." Aimée looked at the sleeping enemies around them. She saw a young mortal woman with pox on her face and they turned their attention to her. With their combined minds, they peered into the young woman's system and it took everything they had not to pull back out in shock. The blood of this young mortal was a seething mass of infection, smallpox to be exact. "I think I see a way," said Martin. They were all silent as he studied the virus cells causing the pox. He looked for several minutes, examining the inner workings of the cells, applying his analytical mind to their functions. Finally, he looked up with a grim smile. "I'm ready," he said, calmly. They joined him as he turned his attention back to Villepreux-Power. In the brain of Villepreux-Power, Martin focused his attention on a concentration of cells that bore Arnet's mark. With his companions' power behind him, he began altering one of the cells. In the center of the Arnet cell, a dumbbell-like shape modeled after the smallpox virus began to form. However, it stopped taking shape and the cell died. Martin tried again, and again he failed. Finally, he pushed into a third cell and it transformed. Once the transition was complete, the cell suddenly had a new purpose. It no longer wished to bind its host to Arnet. Now, it merely wished to make all of its brethren like itself. It turned on its new mission and found the nearest Arnet-Afflicted cell. Because the cell approaching it was of its kin, the next Arnet cell did not attempt any sort of defense when the newly-infected cell pushed up against it. By the time the cell suspected anything, it was too late. The 'infected' cell had injected new DNA, and now there were two cells with a new purpose. These cells were now a virus, but not one that would be targeted by the 'native' Afflicted cells in the system of Villepreux-Power. For one thing, they were of the same kind. For another, they weren't causing harm. In social terms, all that the infected Arnet cells were doing was talking amongst each other. There was no cause for alarm within the biologist's system. With surprising rapidity, the new virus spread. It did not wish to attack other Afflicted cells, nor did it wish to attack its host. Its only mission was to find cells marked with Arnet's code and 'convert' them to a new purpose. It was, however, a true virus. Though Abby had put a deep sleep suggestion upon her, Jeannie still woke up from the fever and she looked visibly pale. Crying out, she fell to her knees and wretched. Next, her face became flushed with a rosy pox-like bloom, as did the skin on her arms and hands. "What's happening," she choked out. "We're bringing you back," said Abby. Her breathing was labored. An internal struggle, both emotional and physical, was raging through her body. She gasped for breath, as though being choked and then... it was gone. Arnet's modified cells were still there in her system, but they now wandered without a purpose. They had done the new job they had been programmed to do. The Arnet-cells had released their grip on her mind and within a few days, they would perish, having no further purpose to exist. Villepreux-Power released a great sigh from her lungs and lowered her head. When she lifted it again, her eyes were clear. She no longer bore the glazed expression so common among those bound to Arnet. Those clear eyes filled with tears. "Oh Frederique, oh children" she sobbed. "I'm so sorry. I would have taken my own life a thousand times before putting you at risk." "I know, Jeannie. I know," said Abby. Abby cradled the scientist as she sobbed into her shoulder. They looked up in surprise to see that the sun was once again setting. The work had been exhausting and painstaking. One thing was clear. They could not cure the world in this fashion. It had taken a great deal of work to cure Jeannie and it would take days, months even, to cure the rest of their kind of they used the same method. The Afflicted Ch. 16 With Jeannie, they started working in the laboratory Arnet had constructed. It gave them great satisfaction to know the equipment Arnet had used for such horrible things was being turned against him. Villepreux-Power solved the first part of the equation, but they needed to cure Pasteur as well to continue. Once they altered the cells in Pasteur's body (a very tiring process) he and Jeannie were able to nearly perfect it. Colette, Galen's companion, was also cured 'by hand' and her phenomenally sharp mind provided the final part of the equation. Extracting the altered cells from the systems of Jeannie, Pasteur, and Colette, they were able to create what was best described as an infectious vaccine. First, they sought out all of the deplaceurs and cured them. The jumpers would be their best assets in the days to come. Near the end of that night, the scientists had replicated the anti-serum for New York's water supply and had perfected an airborne Afflicted cure which was loaded into atomizers. Shortly before sunrise, the compound around Lyndhurst was a chorus of awakenings. The Afflicted woke with shame at having turned against their race. The mortals woke as if from a bad nightmare, especially for some who had witnessed Arnet's greatest atrocities. At the 'suggestion' of Abby (along with the added help of her new mates), the majority of mortals found themselves wandering toward the town. They would soon board trains and return to their homes and families, their days or weeks with Arnet a curious blip, an odd shared dream that none could explain. Next, the companions and the other deplaceurs began a sweep of the globe. Many among the Afflicted never even saw the people delivering their cure. For the majority, all they were aware of was a mist spreading before their faces. Once they breathed in, they felt sick for a little while, and they awoke free and no longer bound to Arnet. It took nearly three days, cleansing every place from Reykjavik to Copenhagen, Tokyo to Paris, and even in Aimée and Claude's old house which had become a de facto Moroccan prison. They also went into the locked cells of the dorms and the dungeons below the underground mansion. By the end of the fourth day the world was recovered. The bad dream was truly over. Patroclus, once cured, had been directing the activities. Things went surprisingly smoothly with his expert guidance. The supplies of Arnet's serum that had been bound for the European seats of power were found and destroyed and everyone was surprised to find that the stain of Arnet had left the world even more quickly than it had entered. Cora, the famous courtesan, was also cured. She was also put under arrest, along with her ten mates, whom she had infected with her own strain. She was to be dealt with at a later time, and re-educated if possible. She could not be blamed for breaking rules she hadn't known, but there were also some concerns regarding her hypnotic abilities with men... and her shapeshifting powers. She was left to her own devices for the time-being though, locked in the largest dungeon beneath the underground mansion with her ten playmates to keep her company. On the fourth day, they gathered in the opulent underground mansion once again. Abby reached out with her mind and swept the globe repeatedly. With her companions' energies joined with hers, the task had become easier with each try. She finished her final sweep, reaching out in search of minds that were entirely focused on Arnet. She found none. "It is done," she said softly. "There is no one left with Arnet's variant, save for Arnet himself." "We'll continue running sweeps," said Scaurus. "The necessary mortals have been gathered. Surprisingly, because of Arnet's strong hold on their minds, not that many carried clear memories of what happened to them, or of our kind. Of those who did, if they were amenable and trustworthy, they have been enlisted in our cause. Those who we deemed unreliable have been relocated to far off places. Even if they try to tell our story, none will believe them. "Now for Arnet," said Patroclus. "We need to deal with him, and also set things right with our seven wonders here. I'll summon the Council at once." "Patroclus," said Frederique. "Arnet is sequestered in a safe place and poses no threat. Right now, I want to mention an important fact. Our group is newly mated, all seven of us. I will concede that the fierce Afflicted mating hunger does not rage within us. Yet, the need is there and it grows stronger by the hour. It has been days now and we still have not consummated our bond." "How rude of us," cried Patroclus. "You are quite right. Legal proceedings can wait for a bit longer." "Might I suggest something?" said Scaurus. "By all means, my friend," said Patroclus. "What about Dougga?" A smile brightened the ancient man's youthful face. "An excellent choice," Patroclus said. "What is Dougga?" asked Jacob. "In the waning days of Rome, we undertook the construction of several underground strongholds," said Patroclus. "Petra was the most conspicuous, but we also commissioned complexes below Cairo, Granada, Ellora, and Dougga. We abandoned the majority, but Dougga has been maintained." "Are you suggesting the Governor's Chamber?" asked Hypatia. "Indeed I am," said Patroclus. "Give us half an hour, you won't be disappointed." Bullet, Brolly, and several others were summoned. They were given quick instructions. They winked out and began preparations of the finest bridal chamber anyone could ever expect. The companions waited, though it wasn't easy. They had been so busy curing the world of Arnet's curse; they had been too distracted to notice each other. Now they were at rest, they were keenly aware of each other's presence. The chance to be alone could come none too soon. * * * * Almost exactly thirty minutes later, Patroclus joined the companions in the library of the underground mansion. "The Governor's Chamber was a peace offering," he explained. "The Roman governor of Dougga knew of our work below his city and he welcomed it. Those were times when we still had friends in Rome. The governor wished for only one thing: a pleasure palace for himself. We accommodated his wishes and several generations of governors were always grateful. When the Empire left, the chamber was sealed, along with the vast underground complex we had built. We have maintained it, however, cleaning it every ten years in case the occasion should arise that we would need it. This seems like a good occasion." Bullet stood beside him. "We have spared no expense in preparing it," she said. "I am certain it will be to your liking." "You have twenty-four hours," said Patroclus. "That should suffice. After that, we have much business to attend to." Abby reached out and retrieved an image of their destination from Bullet's mind. A moment later, the seven companions stood alone in the middle of a stunning room. There were several beds and couches. The room was divided by colored silks which created the sensual illusion of individual but fully visible spaces, each space containing beds or couches, or chairs with a very clear purpose. There was a lingering hint of dust and cleaning in the air, but both odors were overridden by hypnotic incense which filled the room. The bedding and curtains were clearly new and freshly laundered. They all wandered about the great chamber with a mixture of excitement, awe, and shyness. There was no doubt about what would soon be happening, but it was a new situation for all of them. In fact, it was a situation unique in the history of the world. Seven 'newlyweds', mated on a biological level - forming what was essentially a unique new race. They looked around the quarters in wonderment. The Council had truly appointed the chamber with every luxury. Frederique gave a cry of excitement when she spied what was at the far end of the chamber. A large, sunken bathing pool was already filled with steaming water. After many days of battles, and pressure, and fear - the bubbling water beckoned and sang to them in practically primordial tones. Come to me, it said. I will ease your fears and comfort your weary muscles. The women went to one end of the pool, the men to the other. Frederique was first to remove her clothing and the other women followed her lead. They took their first steps into the water and stood knee deep; four lovely, singular sirens. There was Frederique, the legendary beauty, her wondrous breasts perfectly complimenting the curves of her hips below. Beside her stood Abby, at least a full head shorter but no less curvaceous - and in a way, her lesser height accentuated her assets. Next to Abby stood Aimée, her form reminiscent of her mother's, though not yet as full. That fullness would surely come with age, but her nubile figure was no less lovely. Finally there was Glennis, her willowy length and fair features could only be described as perfect. Her breasts were not as large as the others and her waist was slender and straight. That didn't matter at all. Glennis was Glennis, and her beauty held its own unique perfection. Because of their recent ritual purification treatment at the hands of the Elders, the three girls were devoid of hair anywhere below. Only Frederique sported a neatly cut V between her legs. At the other end, the boys willingly shed their own clothes. The women were treated to their own delicious visual treat. Claude and Jacob's muscular bodies seemed to have become more defined and chiseled from their recent adventures. Their already hard cocks stood out beautifully, nude of hair. Martin was the shortest of the three, though not much shorter than Claude. His chest was surprisingly muscled for a clockmaker and his cock was - appetizing - was the first thought that came to Abby's mind. She shared that description mentally with just the women, and they all concurred. It was not as large as Claude's, nor as long as Jacob's. Yet, it had a perfect shape to it. The tip was bulbous and tempting; the shaft seemed almost machined, even the veins appeared symmetrical and designed to please. The women waited on one end while the men entered the other. The pool had wide, gradual steps. Each group went from knee deep to waist deep, to chest deep. It was at this depth that they met in the middle of the ancient pool. They bathed, alternating amongst each other. What would happen soon was a foregone conclusion, but there was a silent reluctance to break the seal of Eros. With soaps and oils found on the sides of the great pool, they washed each other, teasing at the more tempting parts, but avoiding full stimulation for as long as possible. It was Frederique who tipped into full passion first. Claude moved to her and he carefully cleaned her legendary breasts. His strong hands caressed and massaged her in such a way that it enflamed every part of her body. Their lips approached slowly and tentatively. This was to be their first kiss ever as true mates. No longer was she a sympathetic Afflicted older woman caring for a young stallion in his urgent need. They were equals. Their lips met softly. The seven experienced another surprise of their new bond. Abby, Glennis and Aimée, who had been tenderly washing the other boys' backs, felt their own knees buckle. The sensation rushing through each girl's body was identical to what Frederique experienced upon feeling the tender pressure of her son's lips against hers. The boys, too, felt the undeniable synchronization. Though they knew they were with someone else - had Jacob or Martin closed his eyes, he could have sworn Frederique's breasts were pressing against his own chest. Frederique pulled back from the kiss. Her head was buzzing and she felt as lightheaded as if she'd just had a large glass of strong liquor. The sensation went beyond her simply sharing the feeling of the kiss. Because the others had felt it, the cumulative feeling of pleasure had been magnified, at least by four. "What just happened?" she asked softly. Her head was still fuzzy. "Something wonderful," said Abby. "Something so, so, wonderful." She was nearest to Jacob. She leapt into his arms (an easy feat in the deep water), and kissed him intensely. Given that she was the empath of the group, the magnifying effect was even greater than what they had felt with Frederique. Glennis actually fell into Martin because she was so dizzied by the feeling. "Wooh," sighed Aimée. "This is going to take some getting used to." The interchanges became more passionate. They learned that their new paradigm did take some level of selection. Like the sheer silk curtains dividing the room, if they didn't at least put up a mental filter in their minds, they found themselves uncertain of whom they were kissing. For that matter, they were sometimes uncertain of who they were. At one point in the steaming pool, Aimée opened her eyes to find herself wrapped in Martin's arms, her tongue buried in his mouth. The moment before, she had been certain she was Glennis, kissing Claude. Eventually, Abby was in Jacob's arms and found began inching her hungry pussy toward his long, shaved, beautiful cock. "Wait," she whispered. "Not here. As much as I love the water, our first time should be on a bed." Our suddenly had a new meaning. By 'our' she meant all of them. She had been with two of the men in their mate-group, many times, but this was still all brand new. The group emerged from the pool in the same manner they had entered it: the ladies at one end, the men at the other. The women helped to towel each other off. Frederique, with her many centuries' worth of experience with scents and oils, examined the various unguents and perfumes waiting on an opulent table. She instructed the girls carefully in preparing themselves, picking each scent and oil with care, matching each to the girl's skin and nature The boys, meanwhile, had toweled off and had watched the sensuous display with extreme interest. "Now girls," said Frederique. "We must be sure our men are properly prepared. I'm going to sing a song taught to me by a woman who lived among the last descendants of Babylon. This was the song which welcomed warriors back to their homes, and to their beds. I'll sing, and you prepare them with oils." "Frederique, we can sing, too," said Abby. "But it will take me too long to teach you, it is in an ancient tongue." "You forget who we are now, dear sister," said Glennis. "You are 'you', but you are also part of 'we'. We will know the song, have no fear." It was true, as soon as Frederique began singing, the notes and words were clear in the others' minds. So, too, was the ritual of oiling down their 'warriors'. Taking up vials of oil, they sang and prepared their men for the evening to come. They oiled their chests and arms, their legs and back - and even their members - but with only a hint of stimulation. Once they were done, the women led the men back to the center of the room. The centerpiece of the room resembled a flower, of sorts. At the middle was a circular bed and against it were five rectangular beds, forming a shape like the head of flower. Abby was closest to Claude, and Frederique led the two to one of the 'petal' beds and bade them lie down. Next, she took Aimée, who was with Martin, and led them to the bed one away. Finally, she led Glennis and Jacob to the third bed. As for herself, she crawled into the center bed and knelt, prepared to watch the three couples together. "But what about you?" asked Glennis. "My dears," she said in a gentle tone. "What you must understand is I have already mated - twice. Taking a bloodmate to your bed is an intense experience. For the first time, it makes the most sense that you take someone else who is new. I will have my turn, trust me." Had they been in a more lucid state of mind, they might have attempted something of an argument. As it was, the blood was pounding their ears. The bath and the preparations, combined with the many days of waiting since becoming mated, made it nearly impossible to form a coherent thought. They were incapable of argument. All they wanted now was the person beside them. Frederique was truly more than content to wait. She had seen over forty decades pass in her time on the earth. Though this was a new situation and her body yearned for completion, she had learned patience over all those years. Glennis was the most eager. For all of her life, she had lived with the peaceful nature of the Elders pervading her system. More recently, she had felt stirrings begin. Now, however, the hungry insistence of the Affliction had entered her body. Jacob began kissing her and she gasped at his touch. "Oh Jacob, don't wait," she moaned. "I need this so badly. Please. Now." Jacob complied. Glennis rolled onto her back and he lowered himself down to her. "I'll go slowly," he whispered. She could only nod her agreement. Biting her lip in anticipation at what was to come. He entered her easily then paused, but there didn't seem to be any need. Whatever she had in the way of a maidenhead was apparently negligible. His long cock kept gliding in with almost no barriers apparent. Deeper and deeper he plunged until the tall girl, surprisingly, took his entire length on his very first thrust. She hissed out in ecstasy as his huge cock filled her entirely. "Oh Jacob," she whispered, "I never knew. I never knew anything could feel like this." Tears filled her eyes at the all-engulfing sensation. Her inner muscles began to spasm as they reacted to the newfound pleasure. She gripped at his back with pleasure. It wasn't an orgasm, but it was close. The joy she was feeling was so intense she could barely breathe. She gasped with even further pleasure as Jacob pulled back out. The rippling sensation of his cock within her elicited another moan, but she reached down to grasp his waist and pull him toward her again, longing for the completeness his cock gave her. "Again," she urged him. "Again. Again. Again." Two beds over, Abby was laying side-by-side with Claude. They were kissing tenderly. "Look at us, we're the old hands," said Abby. "What do you mean?" asked Claude. "Well, we've been together before," she said with a gentle kiss on his lips. "Jacob and Glennis, it's their first time together. Aimée and Martin, the same. For Glennis and Martin, it's their first time ever. I hope I don't bore you." "You could never do that," he said. Reaching down to feel his wonderful firmness below, she gave a loving squeeze. "Well, at least one part of you isn't bored." "No part of me is bored," he said with a laugh. Flipping her around with his muscular arms, he faced her away from him. Both of them still lying on their sides, he spread her legs apart from behind and pushed his way into her. This was made easier because the two of them instantly levitated a slight amount to allow him the perfect angle. Though parts of their skin still touched the silky sheets, gravity would pose no barrier to anything they wished to do. Abby moaned with pleasure at the familiar 'hello' of their nervous systems. It was always intense, but this time it was even more so. For days, they had gone without, and now their systems were not just saying hello to another Afflicted, but to a mate. She arched her back, pushing her hips back against Claude to welcome his massive cock into her for the first time as a true, bonded, biological partner. Every nerve in his cock sang out and every tiny part of her moist and ready within cried out a welcome. The Afflicted Ch. 16 Claude's hands reached around to cup Abby's breasts and with their weightless advantage, he began pulling her into him. His cock bottomed out with over an inch remaining with each thrust. Sometimes he was able to push himself completely into the tiny redhead, but other times, like this, it took some time for her to work up to accepting his full broad length. Aimée had been kissing Martin tenderly, but their kisses had been growing more urgent. She wrapped a hand around his shaft. Linked as they were, she detected a hint of self-consciousness about his size. He certainly couldn't help but be aware of his companions' endowments. "Dearest, don't be ridiculous," she said in his mind. "You are more than large enough and harder than steel. It's what you do with it that matters." "How did you do that?" he asked in her mind. "How did you speak just to me? Oh, I'm doing it, too." "Lovely," thought Aimée. "Now Abby isn't the only one who can speak to others this way. Let's see if you can gather my next meaning without me speaking, with my voice or otherwise." She kissed a trail down his chest to the rigid member they had been discussing. Her lips wrapped around its tip and she began working it with the expert technique her mother had shown to her. Aimée had perfected that technique with her brother, then Jacob, and several partners in the dorms. She worked him further and further into her mouth and was soon pulling him all the way in. Savoring his taste and reveling in the rawness as his beautiful cock parted her throat, she looked up at him with satisfied eyes. She suppressed a gag and pulled him back in. The look she gave him needed no words, spoken or unspoken. 'You see', her gaze said, 'more than big enough.' He was inclined to blissfully agree with her. Simply her mouth wasn't enough, however. Aimée needed more and only lingered for a couple of minutes before lusting to feel Martin in the place she needed it most. Kissing her way back up his chest, she lowered herself down and gave a jubilant smile. It was not only their first time, but she was his first lover ever. Like the others, their systems cried out for each other and they were both nearly paralyzed with the sensation of Martin's first full penetration. He began to move. Without a doubt, he was clumsy at first. However, with his clockmaker's analytical mind and the fact that such things come naturally to us all, they were soon moving together in a perfect rhythm. Had anyone been watching, they needn't have felt sorry for the lovely Frederique. She was, in fact, the woman experiencing the most pleasure. While the others were somewhat isolated, lost in their own couplings, she was still bound to them all. As had happened in the bathing pool, she was tied to them - especially her sisters (for lack of a better word). She was kneeling in the center bed, and was lost entirely to sexual bliss. She could feel the sensations of all three of her female mates being fucked and it was a dizzying and intoxicating sensation. The intensity increased. The boys, driven by the awakening hunger, began pummeling their partners with harder, longer, more violent thrusts. The girls matched their intensity plunge for plunge. The level of pleasure infusing them was already greater than any orgasm they could remember. Yet, it wasn't a climax. The three couples (and the one non-coupled participant) were all moaning and crying out with joy, but the release of climax eluded them. Driven on by such bliss, they kept fucking. Their bodies were all glistening with sweat and the urgency of their union kept increasing. The room seemed to be almost filled with drumming, but it was actually the intense pounding of their blood in their own ears. A new sensation, other than pleasure, began intruding into their minds. As hard as they fucked, as long as they fucked, their bodies were still telling them it wasn't enough. "Wait," cried Abby. "Wait!" Her cry brought them to a reluctant stop. "Something's wrong," she said, "or, if not wrong, needed. Yes, something else is needed. We must discover what it is, or I'm afraid we'll never have any sort of release." Claude had pulled out of Abby. Martin and Aimée had also broken their union. Glennis and Jacob paused, his long cock still buried in her. As the other couples were contemplating what might be wrong, Glennis found herself struck by the oddest thought. Here she was, joined with her first lover ever, but the sight of Martin and Claude was more appetizing to her. 'Appetizing' she thought to herself. 'But why should I be hungry?' "Oh!" Glennis suddenly cried, aloud. "We are mates! All of us are mates! I suspect that we must all lie with each other before our bodies will be satisfied. Our blood is joined and I would think that our bodies are expecting to 'meet' each other in this way - all of us." "I think that might be a good idea," said Frederique. "Bloodmating is only complete with the physical union. We are certainly all joined. I can attest to that." They then rotated. Now it was Claude with Glennis, Jacob with Aimée, and Martin with Frederique. Abby sat out that next round. With this next session, they were that much more complete. The longing within them was diminished to a certain extent, but they still needed more. "Wait... wait, I suspect something," said Claude. "What?" asked Glennis. "Just bear with me," said Claude. "Who has been with whom?" "Umm... that's a big question, with seven people involved," said Abby. "Let's just focus on the boys then," said Claude. "I have been with Glennis and Abby. Jacob?" Jacob thought about it. "Aimée, and Glennis." Martin answered as well. "Aimée and Frederique." "Very well," said Claude. "That leaves Mother and Abby with for Jacob. Glennis and Abby for Martin, and Aimée and Mother for me." "Very well, let's get started," said Aimée, crossing to Claude with a hungry look in her eyes." "We... we should wait," explained Claude. "Wait for what?" asked Aimée, pouting. "Just, trust me," he said. "For now, Mother, you lay with Jacob and Abby, go to Martin." "And me with you," insisted Aimée. "No, not yet," he said. "Like I said, Sister, trust me." She wasn't happy about it, but she complied. Claude, Glennis, and Aimée sat near each other, but not touching as Abby and Martin took each other for the first time, and Frederique fell into the familiar arms of Jacob once more... but this time as a mate." The three non-participants were hard pressed to keep their hands off of each other, but Claude was quite insistent that it be this way. The pleasure continued to grow, but also the frustration. The two sets of lovers reached a climax... of sorts, but it was more a plateau with something still waiting to be done. "Now, can we?" said Aimée, practically panting. "Yes, my beautiful sister. Now. Jacob, go to Abby. Martin, go to Glennis, and Aimée, come to me. Mother, you wait one more time." "My, my, so authoritative," said Abby. "Yes, I suppose I am. But, I know what needs to happen." Though they had been fucking on the outer beds, they now gathered on the huge circular one in the middle. To make room, Frederique levitated slowly up into the air and hovered there easily. "Go ahead, my mates," she purred. "I sense we are nearing completion." The three couples knelt, facing each other. As though they were responding to each other's impulses, they leaned in to kiss each other all at the same time. A group sigh emerged as the spark between them was almost tangible. "What's happening?" asked Aimée, her head buzzing. "It makes sense," Claude said. "We are all mates, but we must return to the beginning. In order to seal the bond completely, we must go to the ones we started with. Glennis and Martin seem to be the most suited for each other for some reason and they shared that climax together when we were hiding. Abby and Jacob were trapped together in the mountain, and you and I first joined aboard the Siren. We need to go back to the beginning to complete our union." They kissed again, and the sigh returned. Claude pushed Aimée down and her eyes widened in surprise. There was a new force in his manner and a new hunger in his kisses. "Take me, Brother," she sighed. "Let us become true mates." "I will," he said with great authority." She moaned as his cock pushed into her, spreading her wide in the way that was so familiar, but such a surprise every time. Abby, too, moaned with pleasure as her brother's long manhood slithered deeply into her and plundered depths she so loved to feel. "There you are, my Jacob," she whispered. "At last, we are as one. Our dreams are coming true." Glennis was beneath Martin and she practically growled on feeling his shaft split her pussy. "Yes, Martin," she ordered. "I've been waiting for you." The lovemaking began to grow in intensity. Martin's hips began hammering into Glennis with an insistent force. "Do you like that," she growled. "Do you like fucking my tight cunt?" "My, my. Such a mouth on such a lovely girl," he said. "I was raised on the streets of New York. Though I never did these things, I heard them and saw them. Just you wait, lover," she said. "I will say things and do things that will surprise you, indeed." Jacob was taking long and strong strokes into Abby's warm depths. She had been stretched out enough by Claude that she was ready to take his full length. "That's the way," she moaned. "Take your sister. Make her your own. Do it. Do it. Do it!" The last 'do it' was said between clenched teeth as she began to grind her hips insistently against Jacob's and the heat continued to grow between them. Beside them, Claude had Aimée pinned to the mattress. Though they could fly, the particular moment called for more power... more constraint... more dominance. Aimée's arms were pinned beneath his wrists and his hips were thrusting his manhood deeper and deeper to her with each thrust. In his eyes was a hunger she had seen before. Though it seemed like it was a lifetime ago, it wasn't even a month before that they had been floating in the clouds high above the Siren and they had almost surrendered to bloodlust. In her haze, she wondered why they hadn't just done it then. Faster and faster, the three couples fucked... deeper and deeper three hungry cocks pummeled three hungry pussies. Louder and louder the moans grew until it was clear that the moment had arrived. Three women's mouths opened and in a siren-like shriek the three girls surrendered to true and amazing bliss unlike any they had ever known. With the start of their climax, the three men, too, succumbed to the release their bodies had been craving since the moment the needles had plunged into their skin with the mixed cells of the Seven. 'Stallion' was an understatement, at least for Jacob and Martin. The cum began spraying into their partners and something about their cum pushed the pleasure even higher. As the girls felt their hungry cunts being bathed in cum, their cries actually stopped because they pleasure was so great they could only bury their faces in their lovers' shoulders and begin shaking with pure and unadulterated pleasure. Aimée, too, was caught in the throes of this same climax... so much so that she was unaware that her own lover, her handsome brother, had only ejected one jet of delicious seed into her. After that first burst, he had stopped coming. Though it was pleasurable for him, he made it his goal to keep fucking her until she was absolutely and completely pleased. Her pleasured squeals and the eyes rolling back into her head were certainly signs that he had succeeded. The other couples were now lying exhausted in each other's arms and there was a glow of completion about them. Aimée, too, felt it. "Oh, my Claude," she murmured when she was finally able to speak at all. It is done. We finally belong to each other. We are finally mated, completely and entirely." "Yes," said Claude in a gentle voice. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw that there was still something wanting in his expressing... still that lack of completion. "But... why aren't you done, yet?" she whispered. "Remember what I said," he said. "We needed to go back to the beginning. Martin with Glennis, Jacob with Abby, and us together." "Yes, but..." "But Aimée, it was Mother. She was the one who first pleased me; the one who first gave me blessed release after I awakened." "Oh, I see," said Aimée. "I do. I understand. So, now you must take her and we will all be complete." "Indeed," said Claude. He stood up on the mattress and gestured to the stunning woman who had been floating above them like an angel; watching them with love and lust in her eyes. "Come here, Frederique." He gestured with an insistent finger. It was worth noting that he used her first name. Though she would always be the woman who gave birth to him, at that moment their relationship subtly altered. She was now his lover, his mate. "Yes, my love," said Frederique, softly. She descended to stand before him. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were downcast. She was responding to the newfound commanding tone in his voice. Her reaction actually surprised her a bit. All of his life she had been the figure in authority but now her body was thrilling at the idea of being ordered by him. The other five stood and formed a circle around them, Aimée, Jacob, Abby, Martin, and Abby, all in a circle, holding hands. He reached over and lifted her chin with his fingers so that she had to look into his eyes. "Kiss me," he said in a low, urgent tone. "Yes, my love," she whispered. Their lips met and the other five felt the kiss. All of their knees practically buckled at the feeling of the last of their mates reacting to each other. It was clear that after Claude took Frederique, their group would be complete and the prophecy of the Elders would be entirely fulfilled. Her breasts pressed into his muscular chest as they pulled each other closer. His hand reached around to the back of her neck and he pulled her even more tightly into the kiss. "Take me," she murmured. "However you wish, hard, soft, deep, long. I don't care how, but please, do it soon. I feel I will burst if you don't." "I know how you feel," said Claude with a chuckle. Slowly, in an almost acrobatic dance, they lifted from the ground and into a slowly rotating embrace. The other five stayed below, their hands still joined. They were now mated and were content to watch as the last piece of their puzzle was completed. Claude's hands roved over Frederique's body, and she did the same. Her fingers explored his muscular chest and strong arms, while his hands caressed her amazing ass, back, and legendary breasts. Her hands soon found his way to his manhood, still slick with his cum and the juices from her daughter. "Please," was the only word she needed to say, and Claude knew what she needed. With the grace borne of gifted fliers, and two people now connected at the cellular and emotional level, she descended on his swollen manhood and gasped at the feeling as her nerves sang out at having this, her final and strongest mate, inside of her. The group felt it, too. The five people below them slowly dropped to their knees. They knew instinctively that they wouldn't be able to stand for much longer. "Yes, Claude," Frederique moaned. "Yes, I needed this, so." They began moving slowly together. There seemed no need for speed at the moment. This was the final and critical component to the bond of the Seven being finally completed. "I have a confession to make," she whispered in his ear. "What's that?" whispered Claude in return. "That very first time aboard the siren, when I felt your lovely manhood in my hand... I wished for this." "You did?" asked Claude. "Oh, yes," replied his mother. "As you know, with the Affliction comes patience. In the moment I felt your amazing stiffness, and when I saw your jets of delicious cum pour out of it. I wished for nothing more than to meet you in a few decades and take you to my bed as a mate." "Well," said Claude with a groan as he thrust a bit deeper. "I would be lying if I said that wasn't at least part of my fantasy." "Let's make it complete then," murmured Frederique. "Let us complete those fantasies and make them real, much sooner than either of us could have hoped." She hissed with pleasure as he lifted up and she slid further down his shaft. "That's it, my lover," she moaned. "My son, my lover, my mate... take me now." Slowly, slowly, slowly, the pace increased. From slow, intense glides of their bodies, Claude and Frederique began to really and truly fuck each other in the air above the bed where their other lovers waited. As could only be done in the air, the thrusts were long and complete, each of their bodies reacting to the other. At one point, the only parts of their bodies touching were their finger tips and below. Claude's rock-hard manhood slid in and out, glistening from his mother's hungry interior and was soon dripping from her juices as they continued on. Frederique had always been mercurial in her lovemaking. At times she was forceful and assertive, her voice low and sultry. Not this time, however. As her son's cock slid deeper and faster inside of her, it seemed to be raising the pitch of her voice until the cries escaping her mouth were nothing but girlish... as though she were a young lover being taken for the first time. "That's the way Claude," she panted. "Fuck me... fuck your lover... your mother. Do it! I need this so much. I need you... please, please, please cum for me. Fill Mother with that delicious spunk." The taboo nature of the words made it all the hotter, and those below them were breathing deeply with lust and were scarcely able to keep their hands off of each other. "Yes!" she finally hissed and her body began to twitch in spasms of pleasure and she fell back, only her cunt speared on his cock as she stayed suspended in the air as she succumbed to the ultimate pleasure. As for Claude... he still wasn't finished. Like the tumblers in a lock falling into place, six out of the seven were there. The group felt more alive, more complete, and more connected than ever, but there was still that one thing missing. Frederique started moving on him once more, sliding slowly up and down his long, glistening shaft. "Cum for me, please," said Frederique. "Fill me up, Claude. Fill me." "I'm trying," moaned Claude. "But something... something won't let me." His body was glistening with sweat and it was clear there was a bit of frustration on his face. "Oh, silly," said Abby, "you thought you knew everything. You need one more thing. She moved to Aimée and whispered in her ear. "Go to him," she said. "You must help him here. He was right about returning to the beginning, but he wasn't quite right. Frederique was his first, but not entirely. She pleased him first with her hand, but it was you who first took him inside. He must have the both of you, together, to complete the circle. Go to him." Abby gestured upward and before Aimée even realize what was doing, she ascended from the ground to their sides. Their bond was now so near completion that the skill of each of the others was available. Aimée flew behind her brother and whispered in his ear. "What's wrong, Brother," she teased. "Can't finish?" "It isn't for lack of trying," he complained. "I know, baby," she said, giggling. "But we'll get you there." The Afflicted Ch. 16 Aimée looked down at the lovely sight of his cock buried inside of their mother and she instantly knew what needed to be done. "Mother, dear, could you please back off as far as you can without letting him fall out of you?" "Oui," said their mother, and she did. Now, his long wet shaft separated them and only his round head was there in her pussy, anchoring them together. Aimée's flew lower, her hand wrapped around her brother's waist and her eyes coming even with this lovely sight. Her other slender hand reached out and grasped Claude's massive shaft. "Now then brother, poor mother is suffering so. She needs your cum to fill her up. You wouldn't deny her that, would you?" "Never," complained Claude. "It's just..." "Shh!" insisted Aimée. "You just let your little sister take care of things." Her hand began stroking him slowly. The skin of his cock rippled in long, sensuous strokes beneath her expert hand. "Oh my god," groaned Claude. He was overwhelmed by the vision of his sister stroking him, her lovely face looking up at him while his cock was still within his mother, who was watching him with adoring eyes. "Good girl, my daughter," she said. Now her voice was lusty, deep, and naughty. "You know what to do. Pump your brother's cock, my girl. Fill up mother with his seed." "Oh, I will," Aimée growled in return. "It is time. We need to be complete, all of this, and that is the final thing that is needed. Once your cum fills her, our union will be done." She pumped faster now. Her hand was traveling the full length of his shaft. At one end, she was bumping against her mother's swollen clit, at the other, her brother's balls were slapping against his body. "Come on Claude, you need this," she moaned. "You need to cum inside of her. It will tell her body that you are hers; it will let her truly surrender to you. Let me pump it out of you. Let little sister pump that jizz into Mother's tight cunt." Harder and faster, her hand moved. Claude's eyes were frozen to the vision and he was groaning. He wanted it so much, but still his body resisted. It seemed that if they wanted this bliss, they would have to truly work for it. "So... good," he moaned. "Feels... so...good." Echoing the motions of earlier, Frederique reached over and lifted his chin to lift his face away from watching Aimée's hand pumping his cock, to her own eyes." Frederique did not speak, she only nodded. That was all that was needed. It was time. His body stiffened. "Yes! Now, Claude!" Aimée cried. She stopped her rapid stroking and waited for the perfect moment. Then, her hand resting at the base of the shaft, she gave a slow, deliberate stroke. She gasped as she physically felt his urethra expand as the cum surged out of him. "Oh, yes!" cried Aimée and Frederique at the same time. Claude was beyond words. At last, his body released... and release it did. One, two, three, four, five great surges of seed filled his mother as his mouth hung open in a voiceless cry. Aimée released his shaft then and Frederique descended upon it, taking him fully into her as he poured his seed into her hungry, hot, pussy. He was suspended there, gasping in the air from the intensity. They surely would have fallen had it not been for his mother and sister supporting him in the air. When he recovered, slightly, Frederique spoke to Aimée. "Now you, darling," she said. Aimée knew exactly what she meant. Though Claude had cum once inside of her, it had not been enough. Frederique slid off of Claude and Aimée switched places with her and it was now Aimée who felt Claude's cock inside. Again, not too far, so that several inches of his massive shaft were visible between the two. "That was rather cleverly done, my daughter," said Frederique. "Like this, yes?" She reached down and grasped Claude's drenched cock in her hand. She stroked him a few times and then she felt Claude's shaft expand as he poured out even more. "Oh god," he groaned. "Good boy," she purred. "Fill up your sister's pussy, too." At that first spurt, the final 'bell' went off in their heads. "Done!" cried a voice beyond them. They were not certain if it was the voice of their unknown benefactor, or the voice of the prophecy itself signaling that the union of the Seven was complete. Whatever it was, at the moment the first drops of Claude's cum, mixed with his mother's juices, shot into Aimée, the seven people in the room knew they were now joined inextricably together for life. They knew something else. They were absolutely, and undoubtedly one unit. They were all mated together in a way that none had ever been before. Yet, at the same time, they were partnered off as well. Yes, Claude loved Glennis and Abby deeply, but it was to Aimée and Frederique that he was most deeply joined. Jacob and Abby knew they had completed the journey they had begun long ago trapped deep in a mountain. Lastly, Glennis and Martin knew that while they loved the other five intensely, it was to each other that they were bound in ways that only the two of them would be able to understand. Claude, Aimée and Frederique descended to the bed once again and there was much kissing and hugging among all of them. However, a great exhaustion fell on them now that their union was complete. They all collapsed in a heap upon the great bed, not caring for the wet spots left from so much lovemaking. It was worth noting that when they awoke, each pairing was sleeping together, and Claude was cuddled on each side by his mother and sister respectively. As they drifted off, his manhood stiffened once more and Claude fell asleep with Frederique's hand gripped possessively around his shaft, while Aimée cupped his balls lovingly. * * * * Thank you so much, as always, for reading. 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