1 comments/ 20631 views/ 29 favorites The Afflicted Ch. 20 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. * * * * The seven companions felt full-to-bursting. They had consumed around a pitcher of water apiece which their systems had absorbed almost gleefully in readiness. As if their bodies knew, the women had felt their breasts slowly swelling in anticipation of something lovely to come. The men had felt their balls aching and their inner systems preparing 'lively' fluid which their bodies now wanted to share with a vengeance. They walked around the room in an impromptu parade, nodding greetings to their friends and acquaintances and humbly accepting the compliments the awe-stricken stares represented. Each companion was possessed of the general humility innate to most people. To each of them, they were still just themselves. However, there could be no denying the attractiveness of their mates and there was certainly an undeniable pride in having such wonders as life partners. Once they had circled the room, they met in the middle, facing each other in a circle. They had debated whether they would begin with demonstrations of their powers - but those were fairly well known. They had finally agreed that, with the rumors flying around, it made sense to simply cut to the chase and 'give them what they wanted' as Jacob so aptly put it. The fact they were being observed by so many people seemed to merely increase the excitement of the companions. Martin, the most modest of the lot, seemed to have the hardest cock of all from the vision of perfection before him, and his member was already achieving a certain level of hyper-tumescence and attracting many comments. Frederique walked to the middle of the group and then slowly levitated above them. With her round breasts, ready to burst with sweet milk and her round hips and perfect figure, she was a goddess of fertility, lust, and carnality all rolled into one. Whatever she was, she was perfection as she waved to her mates with a simple gesture of blessing. "Begin," she said. The couples remaining on the ground turned to each other. Aimée turned to Claude, Abby to Jacob, and Glennis to Martin. Each girl pulled her young man's face to her lips and kissed him deeply. Each boy's lips soon worked a trail down to his current partner's breasts. A sigh of pleasure escaped each girl's lips upon feeling the warm nectar flow from her very body into her lover's mouth. It was undeniable, the thirst for blood had been replaced for other fluids, but the need was no less. Each boy felt the surge of energy and satisfaction as the vibrant cells touched their tongues and enervated their systems. Satiated in that need, now they felt strong and undeniable lust. The taste of their mate simply stirred greater needs in their system. The boys kept drinking thirstily from their mates who were moaning with pleasure. The girls' hands reached out instinctively and began tugging at the rigid cocks beckoning to their most base instincts. Frederique descended from above and went to Aimée and Claude. With an almost evil glint in her eye, she pushed Claude's face aside and dipped her own mouth to her daughter's breast. Aimée gasped out at the strong pull of suction as Frederique took a long sensuous drink. Perhaps drink was an inaccurate word, though. Once she had taken a long pull she knelt down before Claude and placed her sensuous full lips against his swollen tip. At least half of the room let out an involuntary groan of envious pleasure as Frederique opened those same lips and let a warm trickle of milk flow down her son's cock. Looking up into his eyes with a mix of adoration and challenge, she rose up higher and with her hands lifted her perfect breasts up to surround Claude's milk-soaked cock. She had saved even more and opened her mouth further, letting the remaining cream drip out, down her chin, and into the chasm between her massive breasts. Claude could barely stand from pleasure as she began working his cock between her fabled orbs. With Aimée's tasty lubricant, she dipped down and up, titfucking her son in ways that would haunt the dreams of every man present for years to come. Aimée followed suit and crossed to Glennis, drinking from her bloodsister before kneeling to service their new clockmaker. Glennis then moved to Abby, drinking from the pixie's round breasts before pouring the stuff she'd drawn down upon Jacob and working him between her newest, proudest attributes. Abby then moved to Claude and caressed him from behind while Frederique pleasured him. Claude's cock was soon sliding a wet and joyful path, disappearing between Frederique's softness and then popping up again for a quick dive into her mouth. When he was close, she took him into her mouth and begged him with her mind. "Just give me one drink, beloved," she pleaded. "I hunger for you so much. Grant me a taste." Claude complied and released one, perfect gush into her mouth. The young men truly had a faucet-like ability now, and could turn their cum on and off at will. Frederique drank her son's salty syrup and groaned out with pleasure. She had received her first dose, but it only made her thirst even more for the flavor of her other mates. The women moved on and made quick work of this ritual (not that anyone in the audience was bored). The first stage concluded with Frederique returning once more to kneel before Claude while he drank lovingly from Aimée's breasts. The relationship between the three was certainly well known and - admitting it or not - served to set the blood pounding in the watchers all the more. Beyond that, people responded to the pure animal way Claude was titfucking his mother. His massive cock also began with the long slide between her breasts, but with each thrust a bit more of cock slid into her mouth. Eventually, the breasts were left behind and it was only her throat that was skillfully taking his full manhood. She could taste everything on his shaft. The milk of her bloodsisters, their luscious spit lingering from their tongues, and even the traces of her other mates' cum which the other women had swallowed. There was no gagging and no obstacles. The only small barrier was the angle. Claude's ramrod stiffness allowed for no bend, so Frederique accommodated by adjusting the angle of her body. Not having any desire to pause long enough to lay herself upon one of the raised couches or platforms, Frederique simply created her own, invisible mattress. Her body levitated up into the air, horizontally, allowing her to open her throat in one straight path for Claude. His long tool simply slid in and out of her mouth and down her throat with ease. Only the wet swish of his cock against her glistening tongue could be heard. To add to the 'show', Frederique began rotating her body in the air, letting Claude continually throat-fuck her as she turned like a perfect feast upon his pulsating 'spit'. After completing her revolution, she slowed him down and lowered herself again to the ground. Gazing up at him with her luminous eyes, she said nothing in his mind but simply nodded to give him permission to fire his sturdy musket. His single, forceful eruption of cum poured down her throat. She gobbled it up with a vengeance, and she was ready. They all were. They were ready to take each other completely and absolutely before their gathered friends. Claude pulled his milk/cum/spit-soaked raging rod out of his mother's throat and lifted her up to kiss her intently. As their tongues danced they instinctively began to float in the air. Below, Aimée and Abby moved to Jacob, the two dear friends (now bloodsisters and mates) moved to each side of Jacob and snuggled into him, ready to attack. Glennis stalked Martin hungrily. The three strains of cum coating her tongue had her newly awakened libido roaring like an animal in her breast. To her, at that moment, Martin truly was prey; prey she wished to devour with her cunt and control completely. In deference to their audience, Glennis moved to one side while Abby, Jacob and Claude moved to the other. They realized they could all fly, connected as they were, but chose to offer greater variety to their audience. The audience was justifiably enrapt. They had started quite a distance from the mates, but they had crept in closer and closer, and the lovers found themselves surrounded by a ring fascinated observers. As they had discussed before, there seemed no reason to delay things any more. It was time for the big event. Glennis pushed Martin down onto his back and she squatted down above him, pulling his raging cock into her dripping cunt with a hungry growl. There was a reason for this position and it would soon be evident. Abby and Aimée were trading kisses with Jacob. As the passion heated up, Aimée decided to cede this first round to Abby. She led her bloodsister to a padded platform and bent Abby over, making her offer her shapely ass to her brother. Aimée crawled up on the platform and lay down on her back, her face directly below Abby's. She held one of the empath's hands in hers and they both sighed as Jacob slid his slim, tall cock into his sister's cunt. "Is it good," whispered Aimée. Abby leaned down and kissed her bloodsister's upside-down face. "So good," she murmured. Above them, a second sigh joined the group as Frederique descended upon Claude's beautiful cock. To the other side, Glennis purred as she raised herself up on Martin and descended again. Claude concentrated on his cock and willed it upward. Frederique gasped as she felt the slick shaft begin its expansion. Of course, her flexible interior welcomed it and stretched accordingly. More and more, Claude grew until she felt him impossibly pushing against somewhere that was surely somewhere mid-belly, but she had no discomfort, she simply stretched and adjusted within. Grinning, Claude shrank himself back down to his usual impressive size. "Oh my boy, how did you manage that so easily?" asked Frederique. "Again, please," she whispered. She moaned as she felt him filling her and receding again. Those observing Abby saw her eyes widen as she felt Jacob's immenseness fill her, then recede only to push again. "Oh my god," moaned Abby. "What happened?" asked Jackie, who was sitting right beside Aimée. "What did he do?" Abby could only shake her head mutely. She couldn't speak as Jacob started filling her once more. Across from them, Glennis was still squatting all the way upon Martin. Perhaps a few people had noticed the cylindrical outline beneath her skin extending far above her navel. However, few people watching them had any clue about the monster that was currently occupying her lovely belly. As Martin started to shrink himself again, Glennis spoke through gritted teeth. "Don't you dare," she hissed. "I know you can do it, but don't even think about taking any of that away. We can play later. Right now, I need you to fuck me senseless with that thing - all of it." Glennis made the first move. She started to raise herself up and Martin's cock kept on emerging and emerging and emerging. Glennis raised her hips up higher and higher until her tight, hungry pussy was a full twelve inches above Martin's hips. Only then was the tip of Martin's elongated shaft beginning to show. The onlookers gasped at the incredible sight before them. With their new gifts had also come resilient muscles. Glennis needed them as she lowered herself back down on Martin's behemoth. She settled upon him and moaned, wriggling her hips a bit with pleasure before ascending again. The crowd around Jacob, Abby and Aimée were just as spellbound. As they had for Galen, Abby actually made her mid-section transparent so the onlookers could watch the length of Jacob's stunning cock make the full trip out of her tiny body and back in again. Argue as one might about the benefits of length, there could be no denying that the long trip of Jacob's cock into his sister was providing both of them an obscene amount of pleasure. She cried out as his hips met hers each time; her cunt spread wide open, her insides pierced beyond any normal human limit. Above them it seemed Claude's colossus had once again assumed the swollen proportions of no-escape. Frederick was facing him and with each ascent up his shaft, she stopped with a squeal of joy as his angry tip bumped against the inside of her pelvis, too large to escape. His hands were on her hips and she was nothing but his toy. "Is Mama your fuckdoll?" she growled in his mind. "What do you want to do with me, what's my bad boy going to do?" In response, Claude worked her faster and faster on his shaft. She was glowing - truly. They all were. It was as if stage director had come in with footlights to illuminate them, but there was no such person. Some mysterious glow lit them from within and Frederique's face was radiant with lust and ecstasy as Claude slid her up and down his shaft to her first orgasm. She moaned loudly with joy as her body began to rock. Her entire cunt clamped down on him as she slapped and scratched at his back in a shuddering climax. Claude simply held her then, saving his reserves for a later time. Below, Jackie was peering closely at Jacob's shaft. "Unbelievable," said Jackie, watching Jacob's long cock slide into his sister's translucent interior. Jackie had a look of half-envy and half-fear on her face. Jacob plunged into Abby again and she rocked back to meet him. Before he had even finished his plunge she cried out. The ridges of his lovely cock had done the trick and Abby's legs locked up with sheer pleasure. She couldn't even stand and Jacob could only smile as she fell onto the platform and cried out with pleasure. The crowd respectfully watched her moan as she writhed upon the padded surface. The climax seemed to possess her, leaving her gasping in exhaustion. Jacob laid back down on one of the raised cushions and shrank his cock back down to his usual size, knowing Aimée would be hard-pressed to take his hyper-tumescence into her body on first fuck. Emulating Glennis, Aimée placed both of her feet on either side of Jacob's hips and then lowered her hips down to push Jacob's ophidian magnificence into her aching pussy. Before, that first descent would have taken some time. In days past, it had sometimes taken her two or three minutes to inch her way down onto him. Now, her moist canal opened hungrily to accept him. Her eyes rolled with pleasure as her hips met his. "Ready?" he whispered. "More than ready," she moaned. She sighed at the familiar fullness. It was like normal lovemaking but multiplied. She had always relished the delightful feeling of her lover becoming a part of her. With this way, it felt as if their flesh was doing something beyond meshing. Every inch of his massive cock was touching something inside of her. "Now Jacob," said Aimée. "Make me invisible - or better yet, clear." It was no problem for Jacob to communicate his gift to her; they were as one. It was like the directions were sent directly from his cock, because that was the point where she began to disappear. From her belly outward she shimmered into a transparent being. Suddenly it was as if Jacob was being ridden by one of Sean and Jessamine's water creations. Only a shimmering transparent outline of Aimée remained. But there, clearly inside of that outline, was a beautiful and massive cock. "Can I please move?" gasped the ghost-like Aimée's lips. "I need to so badly." "By all means," said Jacob. The translucent figure of Aimée began raising herself up and then down again. The diaphanous lips of her pussy spread wide with each descent and pulled hungrily as she rose. She didn't even rise fully up at first, perhaps only riding half of the length with each bounce. She began working longer strokes, though, and she was soon nearing the end of his cock. She squealed with disappointment when she rose too high and his cock slipped out of her and fell with a sticky 'thwack' onto Jacob's belly - providing another illustration of its length. Abby had recovered enough by then to reach out and take the monster into her tiny hands. Like a soldier raising a flag, she held it upright for Aimée to lower herself down. Aimée seemed to understand and with a switch, her internal workings came into view. The onlookers were suddenly witness to a new-being anatomy lesson as Galen came close and pointed. "You see," he said. "Her vagina is massively extended, stretching upward. Her internal organs have almost magically repositioned themselves to allow for space. The same thing happens when a woman is pregnant and makes way for the child, but that happens over months and it still isn't comfortable. Whatever changes they gained, they are almost mystical in nature." Aimée felt the 'lesson' was over and gave up on turning herself any sort of invisible. She phased back into view and then begged Jacob. "Please, can we fly," she sighed. "My legs are getting tired." "Absolutely," he said with a smile. Using the intimate connection with their mates, the two of them drew on the gifts available and ascended to the sky just as Frederique and Claude were returning to earth. Claude still had yet to release another blast which meant he had to will his cock back down, especially the tip, before he could leave Frederique's well-worked interior. Always a student of human nature, Abby had been taking some of the time to observe the reactions of the people in the room. In the women, similar to Jackie's reaction, she detected overtones of both lust and fear. For the most part, they were salivating with each thrust of the long and delicious cocks, but they also were filled with trepidations about what one of those titans could do to their non-hybrid interiors. The men's thoughts were a mixture of envy and... perhaps something best described as inferiority feelings. She did her best to push out an aura that quelled those views. She didn't have much time to dwell on it though, because Claude grabbed her hand and flew her to the skies. Jacob was now lifting Aimée up and down his cock in the air, and below them Glennis continued riding Martin with indefatigable energy, her body shaking from a never-ending orgasm. Claude lifted Abby up and put her feet against his shoulders, pulling her back down on his 'normal' cock. "How is this going to work?" she asked in his head. "Like this," he replied. "Push away from me." Abby pushed away with her feet and smiled at being pulled back toward him. It was as though Claude had wrapped an invisible elastic band around them and with each push, the force pulled them back in with little effort. "Now that's nice," she said. "I thought you might like it," he said. "Much less tiring than what our athletic nymph Glennis has been doing." "Agreed," said Abby. "Though she doesn't seem to get tired at all, not when it comes to sex." Claude nodded and then pushed his redheaded lover away from his body. As he did, he expanded himself and gave her a larger target to descend upon. They were off. Glennis, in truth, wasn't growing tired. She was impatient though, and needed Martin to fill her soon. "Please Martin," she pleaded. "I need the rest of you. You've filled me with your cock, now I need your deliciousness. I need the energy your cum gives me." "Soon," said Martin. Frederique had left her post on the platform and decided to join their two 'new' mates. The Afflicted Ch. 20 "What's happening here," she purred. "Is this nasty young man teasing you, dear sister?" "He is," complained Glennis. "He's holding back on me." "I can go all night," said Martin. "Oh can you now," said Frederique, slyly. "That sounds like a challenge." "No, I wasn't saying..." started Martin. "We know what you were saying," said Frederique. "And you should know better than to play with fire." She got down on her hands and knees and bent over to watch her mates fucking from a closer angle. Of course, this also meant her perfect breasts were now dangling directly over Martin's face. He moaned and surrendered, accepting the delicious nipple Frederique offered to him. He kissed it tenderly, but couldn't help but notice the few drops dripping tantalizingly toward his tongue. Her milk dribbled into his mouth and his body tensed. Such sweetness could only stir on one thing. Next she reached out and grasped his massive shaft. At first, she used one hand, and then two. Glennis, watching from above, began to only bounce on the upper third of his hyper-cock. This left both of Frederique's hands free to manipulate him as Glennis worked him faster and faster above, squeezing herself on his elongated tip. The two hands, the hungry pussy, and the milk pouring into his mouth - that proved the end for Martin on that go-round. He stammered out a cry of joy as he released his first uncontrolled blast of the evening. Glennis joined him with her own orgasm, his heat triggering an instinctive climax. Glennis tipped back her head and cried out in pure and stunning bliss as the cum-buzz hit her system. Soon, exhausted, she lowered her body down his length, letting the jism pour into her. As she rose slowly, Frederique leaned forward and licked hungrily at the fluids pouring out of her pink cunt down Martin's pole. This excited him even more and another load poured forth, practically flooding down his cock onto Frederique's waiting tongue. She licked as much as she could and then moved to the side. Glennis finally dropped down and stretched out her legs on the floor for the first time since she had mounted Martin. She looked into his eyes sadly as she felt his manhood shrinking down again. "Oh no. Goodbye," she whispered. She pulled herself off of him and, like Jacob, his leviathan smacked down on his belly. All of this had happened while Claude and Abby, and Aimée and Jacob had been completing their first full orgasms in the air. They landed beside their mates and Frederique looked to them for approval. They agreed and she turned to the audience. "Thank you for being with us, our friends," she said. "There is an old Afflicted saying: 'there are few moments as intimate as those that are shared.' It has been a true delight to share our new 'gifts' with you. To conclude, we have one more thing we would like to show you." Aimée stepped forward and spoke thoughtfully. "As you may have noticed, there is a slight discrepancy in our number," she said. "There are four girls and three boys. I ask you; is that fair?" The men in the audience roared their approval and the women booed playfully. "In truth," said Aimée. "We have no problems with the dynamics of our lovely group. It has worked out very well. There is no jealousy and we don't expect there to be. I think I speak for all of us when I say the love we feel, each for the other, is indescribable. However, we did wonder about the parity of lovemaking and how we might work things out. Tonight, we would like to try something that has never been done." So saying, Aimée and the other three women laid down in a plus-sign formation, their heads in the center. Claude went to Abby, Jacob went to Frederique, and Martin went to Glennis. Each boy lay between his partner's legs and slid his 'tumescence' into her hungry opening. Meanwhile, Aimée was without a partner. "Ready?" asked Aimée in their minds. She stayed, for the moment, alone and had a look of concentration on her face. They all replied that they were. The boys began to move. They were in unison, the reason for which was to be seen soon. They pulled out as far as they could, then thrust in again, each partner's hips matching theirs to maximize the effect of their lovely appendages. After a rhythm was established, Aimée called out in their minds. "Almost there," she called. One. The boys rocked their hips forward. Two. The boys mounted another thrust. Three. The change was so subtle, most of the people didn't even notice. It was Bullet who pointed it out first. "That's impossible!" she cried. "What?" asked Jackie. "Look who is with who," said the fighting woman. Claude was now making love to Glennis, Martin was with Abby, and Jacob was buried deep within Aimée. One. Two. Three. Now the crowd gasped because they had seen the lovers switch again. Now it was Abby who was alone. One. Two. Three. Glennis was solo. Scaurus, who was standing with Bullet, leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Now that looks like fun," he said in a sly tone. "No it doesn't," said Bullet with awe in her voice. "It looks lethal. No deplaceur would ever try such a thing. It would be dangerous enough if you attempted to materialize so close to someone; chances are you'd just bounce somewhere else in the room. Look at them, though. The boys are materializing inside the women. I suppose you'd call that jump fucking, and it is something I would never try... ever." That was exactly what was happening. After every three thrusts, each woman willed a change and another mate's outsized cock was inside of her. For the odd one out, the thrill of anticipation was almost as lovely. That the Seven could do such a thing spoke of their amazing connection. The pace grew slower. They switched from every three thrusts to every five, and from there to every ten. Soon, they began to float. After reaching a ten-count, they stopped counting and simply switched when it felt like an organic moment, and they did not necessarily all switch at once. The entire gym was quiet as everyone watched the beautiful coupling above them. Soon, fliers began to lift their friends so they could watch from the same level. The only sound in the room was the moans of the companions, and the swish and slap of their bodies together. The next orgasms arrived; Claude was in Glennis, Jacob in Aimée, and Martin in Frederique. The combined cries of their climaxes rippled through the building along with a wave of passion that was infectious. Frederique's shrieks, especially, were so erotic that any man who had dared to be soft was no longer so. As she felt Martin's delicious seed fill her entirely, Frederique surrendered completely to her orgasm and fell back, trusting only to her instinctive flying ability to keep her aloft as his cock pumped load after load into places she didn't know existed. When she recovered, she looked around at the people watching her in awe. "For god's sake, join us!" she cried. "You must want each other so badly it hurts. This is a liaisongangen. It's time for some liaisons! Take each other!" She didn't need to tell them again. The fierce carnal atmosphere they had engendered in the sexual gymnasium needed to be released; released it was. * * * * That gathering would be forever divided into two sections in the memories of the participants. The first half, including the amazing gifts displayed in the sharing that culminated with the stunning display of the Seven; that first half was crystal clear in the minds of all who were there. The second half... was very muddy. Liquor, lust, and cum flowed freely for the rest of the gathering and many people were hard pressed to remember what they did, or who they did it with for that matter. There were a few events that stuck out, though. Seiko sought out Frederique at one point and took the great lady by the hand, leading her to Palo who was exchanging war stories with several other fighters. Seiko took Palo's hand too and pulled the two of them aside. "Once more, please," she pleaded. "I have heard tales of how lovely you two were together. Please let me see. It would be a great honor for me." "Well, I don't know," stammered Palo. "Palo," said Seiko. "This is your mate asking you to lie with the most beautiful and powerful woman on the planet. If you don't, I will always wonder what you were like together and it will drive me crazy. Please." Frederique contemplated the lovely woman's request and she knew what the woman was asking for. It was actually more than that; this was for Palo. She and Palo had never had full closure. This was to be the closing event they had never had. "Come on, Palo," Frederique said. Frederique took Seiko's hand in hers and flew with her to one of the unoccupied nests, not even looking back to see if Palo was following. They landed and waited patiently until Palo appeared. "Come here, my dear," she said, gesturing for him to come to her. "I never thought I'd be saying this," said Palo. "But I'm sorry if I'm not as large as your partners." "Oh hush," said Frederique, slapping his chest. "It doesn't work like that. Just wait and see." She kissed him fiercely and any misgivings he had were soon erased. He kissed down her neck and to her nipples. He looked up with a smile as he got a sweet taste. "I haven't tasted that in a while," he said. "No, not since the children were little but we had fun with it, didn't we?" "Oh yes," said Palo. Frederique turned away from him and felt the familiar circle of his arms around her and sighed as his cock pressed against her ass and his hands caressed her full breasts. His muscular chest felt just as strong as she remembered. His rock hard cock nestled just as snugly against her ass. "You always liked it like this," she purred. "Come on then, Palo. Once more." She reached between her legs and pulled him to her. Any doubts he'd had were silenced by the tightness of her cunt wrapped around him. Any concerns about how he might adequately fill her were erased at her passionate moan as his stiffness filled her wonderfully. "There you go," she whispered, turning over her shoulder to kiss him. She moaned as his wonderful cock found its familiar way into her. "How - uh - many - mmph - times - ooh did we do this, my lover?" she purred "Decades together, three, four, five times a day? It was so lovely, every time." "Oh - yes!" grunted Palo. "Always beautiful. Always." Frederique spun around on his cock - a feat only possible with a flier. She was now facing him, her legs resting on his arms, his hands beneath her ass as he heaved her up and down on his cock. She kissed him fiercely as she fucked him with every ounce of intensity she could muster. She squeezed down on him with muscles made more supple and strong by her transformation. "What do you think Palo," she asked in a husky voice. "Do you think those boys with their massive cocks have stretched me out too far?" "God no," moaned Palo. "You're amazing." "And so are you," she panted. They took to the air next and many of the things they did were not that different from the airborne endeavors Claude had seen them perform many months before above the Siren. This, however, was for a different audience. Seiko watched enrapt as the two lovers fell together in patterns perfected over many years. "Palo, would you do something for me?" she begged. She had felt him growing close. "Yes. Anything." "Would you cum in my mouth? I long to taste you once more." "Oh yes," moaned Palo. Her request was all it took to trigger his orgasm. "Oh god, Frederique." She quickly dropped to the floor of the nest and Palo followed. His blast sailed into her mouth and she savored the familiar flavor. More spilled down her neck and onto her heavenly tits. Palo roared out with pleasure as his balls emptied another load onto her. "Well done, lover," she said. She stood and looked down at herself. With her practiced move, she scooped the coating on her skin up and rolled it into a ball. Smiling warmly, she sent the pearlescent marble floating toward Seiko, who gave a coy smile and opened her mouth to receive it. "Thank you," she mouthed. Frederique simply nodded and smiled. She flew away and didn't need to look back to know that Seiko was already in Palo's arms, enflamed by what she had witnessed. * * * * Another event that evening was unforgettable. Martin had been making the rounds with the girls... well, with one of the girls at a time. He would be kissing one of them and 'pop' another one would appear in his arms. Most recently, he had been taking Abby over the back of a couch when 'whoosh' she was gone and it was now Glennis enveloping his cock. "Well don't stop," she had chastised him. "Abby certainly wouldn't approve of you slowing down. Now, fuck me senseless." He did - as Glennis ordered him - fucked her senseless. She climaxed loudly, but just as he felt himself nearing the edge she held him back. "Oh Martin," she moaned. "I know your supply is nearly endless, but hold back for a little while. I think I may have a job for you." She took him by the hand and they walked down a less-traveled corridor which seemed to be where some spare guest quarters had been built. The corridor was deserted, save one lone figure who sat in a great overstuffed armchair. It was Monshellen, Glennis's egg mother. She was still naked from the sharing, and her body was slender and beautiful. "Hello mother," said Glennis warmly. "Hello dear," she said. "Why all alone on such a night as this?" "Oh, not too alone," said the elegant woman. "Loenshellen and Sheireh are in there." "Why aren't you with them?" asked Glennis. "Aren't they your mates?" "No," said Monshellen. "We are partners. They are mates. My husband died in our crossing from the great continent to Wales. I have been without a mate for all of these years; my only role was being keeper of the last viable egg." They sat in awkward silence for a little while. The sounds of lovemaking that was far from staid drifted through the door. "It's interesting," said Monshellen. "We have been a mostly sexless race for so many years. It is hard to describe, but with no hope of children we also lost the desire in the act that makes them. It wasn't always so. Our times in the first valley were not unlike what is happening here this evening. Harvest festivals, midwinter's eve, engagement celebrations; it was common and even expected that we would lie with many people on such evenings. I hadn't even thought of those times until earlier this evening when Galen and the others cured us. Suddenly my mind was racing with licentious fantasies." "That makes sense," said Glennis. "I wonder how much of it is biological," mused Martin. "I know my body has awoken in strange ways since I've been transformed." "You know, mother," said Glennis after a pause. "Galen's theory is that there is no chance of an Elder becoming pregnant by one who is not of her own kind." "True," said Monshellen, not picking up on Glennis's train of thought. "Soon you will return to the new valley. You will rejoin your kind and you will likely choose a new mate with whom you will have children." "True. I hope so, at least." "But for tonight," continued Glennis. "You have scores of men with whom you could lay for fun and fun alone." "Oh!" said Monshellen, finally understanding Glennis. "I suppose you are right. But I would be too shy. I could never." "But you could," said Glennis. "Right now." She took her egg-mother's hand and led her into the next unoccupied bedroom. Martin watched her, confused, until she nodded with her head for him to follow. The sheets were smooth and cool. Monshellen crawled into the middle and Glennis slipped in beside her. Martin slipped in on the other side and looked over at the two women. His skin against Monshellen's seemed to almost spark with anticipation. "Come on, beloved," Glennis said to Martin. "My mother needs this." Monshellen's heart raced in anticipation as Martin moved above her. She kissed him tenderly and sighed as her body arched to meet his. "Thank you, my daughter," she said. "It makes me so happy to do this," said Glennis. "I'm worried, though," said Monshellen. "It's been since before the time of the Romans that I knew a man in this way. I'm especially nervous after what I witnessed in the gym." "Have no fear," said Martin with a smile. "It will only be as much as you want." She moaned upon feeling him press against her. Her tender flower opened for him easily enough and she cried out as he pushed further into her. "Hurt?" he said with concern. "Gods no," she moaned. "It's so good. So good. Please, come further in." Her hands clawed at the sheets as he inserted himself further. When he pushed fully into her, she arched her back and clasped him to her desperately. "Are you, you know?" he whispered. "I'm afraid so," she said. Her body was so surprised by the renewed feel of a man that the simple entrance of him had given her a small orgasm. She recovered and looked up at him with a smile. "There. I'm ready. How does this go again?" "I'll help you remember," growled Martin. Martin slid out of her and back in, sending more waves of pleasure through her system. "Indeed you are very helpful, mechanic," she said. "I believe my memory of how to do this is returning." Their bodies moved together very well and she submitted to another orgasm before long. Martin couldn't help but grin as the lovely blond woman shook with spasms of pleasure for the second time in a few minutes. "Let's try it like this," she said when she was ready again. She lifted up her legs and pulled them back to her breasts, opening herself wider for his thrusts. "Do you want more?" he asked. "No, you're doing fine," she moaned. "No, not more sex - more, you know, of me?" said Martin. "Oh, I forgot," she giggled. "Yes. Perhaps just a little bit. Can you?" "Of course," said Martin. "How much." He focused on his cock and let it slowly grow. He knew before she did, feeling his tip start to push against the back of her pussy. "There?" he said. "Mm hmm,' she nodded. Martin rose up on his knees, allowing him a better angle to descend down into her. All the while Glennis watched. She watched her mate with adoration in her eyes, marveling at the pleasure he was bringing this woman from whom she was descended. Her hand stroked Monshellen's hair as Martin pounded into her. The fair, ancient woman began squealing out with pleasure on every down stroke. "So good, so good," she kept repeating. "I'd forgotten it was so good." "Oh! OHH!" she finally cried. She turned to Glennis, a helpless look of pleasure on her face. "Now?" asked Glennis. Monshellen could only nod. "Now Martin" said Glennis. Martin cut loose the flood gates. His cum lashed the walls of Monshellen's pussy like a milky storm and the woman's cries rose in volume. His own orgasm gripped his body and he fell upon her, but she still kept her legs in the air, reveling at his deep cock inside of her, filling her to overflowing. At last, Martin pulled out and fell down beside her. "Thank you," she said tenderly. "I waited two thousand years for that, and it was worth it." "I need to sleep," said Martin. He collapsed in post-coital exhaustion, his head cradled on the fair woman's breast, Glennis caressing his cheek. The Afflicted Ch. 20 * * * * Frederique was making the rounds. Besides Palo and her mates, she had not partnered with anyone else. Those gathered were treating her with a formal reverence, but she had many lovely conversations and witnessed countless wonderful couplings that had her thirsting for her new mates. She wandered into a sitting room and found a young male cadet coupling with a beautiful black woman of Amazonian stature. Frederique sat in a chair in the corner to watch. She quickly realized that the woman was actually Cora, who had shifted to satisfy this boy's need. Their moans of pleasure grew in volume, but Frederique sensed that Cora's were the well-practiced sounds of someone who knew how to convince lovers that she was enjoying it as much as they were. "You are amazing," gasped the cadet when he spilled into her at the end. "So are you, my stud," she purred as they kissed one final time. Cora hadn't noticed Frederique sitting in the shadows and once the boy left, she reverted to her own form and brushed tears from her cheeks. "Don't change," said Frederique softly. "Oh!" said Cora in surprise. "Hello, great lady. I didn't know you were here. What did you say?" "I said, 'don't change'," said Frederique. "Just because you have the gift, doesn't mean you have to use it." "Oh, but I do," said Cora. "As soon as I kiss them, I feel my body shifting and I... I have to." "But it makes you sad, Cora," said Frederique. "You must learn to fight it. You are already a stunning, intelligent woman. All of your life, you've survived by pleasing men; by giving them what they want. Now is your chance to escape that. I can show you how, especially with Abby's help. We can show you how to resist it. You are Afflicted now, Cora. Our kind does not go hungry. The Council fund provides you with ample funds to live independently. Do not sell your body any more, my dear. Use your gifts for fun, but not for gain and not out of this desperate need to please someone." Cora wept some more. "It started when I was... well, I was young. My mother was widowed and married out of necessity. When I saw my stepfather lusting for me, I was afraid that he might leave us if I didn't... if I didn't..." "I know," said Frederique. "And one thing led to another, you were good at it, and here we are now. Take this chance, Cora. Seize it and make the most of it." "I... I'll try," said Cora. "Good," said Frederique. "Now, come with me." She led Cora to the hallway and as the two women walked they passed a handsome group of three young men on the prowl. Frederique's consciousness flitted through their minds and she saw that the he one on the left, a handsome young German, was enthralled with Cora exactly as she looked. She snagged the young man by the hand and presented him to Cora. "Here's one who wants exactly what you have to offer. What you have to offer, if you catch my drift." "I do," said Cora, snuggling up to the young man. "Thank you, Frederique." "I'll be in touch to check on you," said Frederique. "Remember what I said. Now, I have a young man of my own to attend to." * * * * Martin awoke less than half an hour later. Glennis and Monshellen had crept out while he slept. He was lying on his back... but he wasn't alone. Someone was beneath the covers and her tender, full lips were wrapped around his cock, willing it easily back to life. "Frederique?" he asked. He didn't need to ask, her touch was unmistakable. "Yes, it's me," she said, throwing off the covers. "Now come to me, Martin. I need you terribly." He didn't need to be asked twice. She crawled up on top of him and pushed his cock into her. His cock knew its home and expanded willingly to fill her. "No need to go slow," she purred. "I want this, and I want it now." She rode him with a sense of purpose. "Fuck me, Martin," she purred. "Fuck me with that big cock. I need you so badly; I can't even put it into words. Now fuck me and fill me so full it feels like it's coming out of every part of me." There was something in her words and her touch that made her intention very clear. She wished for him to hold nothing back and when Frederique wished for such a thing, it couldn't be denied. She did not lift off of him now, but slid up and down his body, her breasts gliding across his chest. She kept this up, working his cock with her hips and pulling him into her with her hungry cunt. "Almost there," she growled. "Almost there, my Martin. Will you cum with me? Will you?" "Yes, my love," groaned the clockmaker. "Now?!" she cried. "Yes!" he moaned. "Oh god, please," she uttered. She crushed her mouth against his and kissed him intently as she felt his heat spray into her. "More," she moaned into his ear. "More. As much as you can give me." Martin cut loose with every reserve in his body. It had already been a 'draining' night, but he held nothing back as he emptied what felt like his very soul into her warmth. Tears splashed onto his face. "That's perfect, my handsome clockmaker," she wept. "Stay here. Stay inside of me and we'll sleep. We're both tired." They did just that. Martin wasn't sure how long they slept, but he did know when he awoke. There was the familiar gentle pop and the body on top of him had changed. He had remained hard and a tight pussy was still wrapped around him. "You're so wet," Aimée's voice whispered to him in the darkness. "That's delicious. Nothing like cum to serve has a lubricant. How much more do you have?" "I'll make love to you," said Martin. "But I'm not making any promises about how much I'll cum until I get some more to drink." * * * * Jacob had spent more time with Abby that evening than he had anticipated. It wasn't a complaint; it had just been something of a surprise. The seven had divided into groups of two, with Frederique going on her own rounds, reacquainting herself with countless old friends. Of course, a different girl might pop in at any moment to be with him, but a large portion of his time had been with his beautiful sister. They had certainly made love enough. By his count, he had spent his seed in each of his mates at least twice (after the sharing), but with Abby it had to be three or four. Their last session had been in the middle of an orgy. They had walked past a room filled with naked bodies in every position imaginable. Not wishing to disturb the proceedings with their celebrity, they had turned fully invisible before entering the room. It was there, unseen; they took each other in the midst of at least twenty others who were fucking on the floor, on sofas, or even in the air. The energy in the room had spurred Jacob on and his eruption had been particularly intense. They had snuck back out of the room and walked to a kitchen in search of liquid replenishments. As they walked, Jacob looked down to see streaks of white on the inside of her legs. "Do you need a cloth?" he asked. "Oh no, I love it," she said in a lusty tone. "I love it. I love the feel of you dripping down there. It is such a tasty reminder." They practically poured pitchers of water and fresh juice down their throats to replenish their resilient systems. They wandered back into the gym and found Sean and Jessamine languishing in the pool, obviously resting between sessions. Sean sat in the water and Jessie floated about, using Sean's stiff rod as an anchor that she held on to while luxuriating. Abby went to the pool and sat on the edge, dipping her feet into the water. Jacob followed suit. Jacob wasn't jealous, but almost amused at the way Sean's eyes lingered on Abby's curvaceous body. He couldn't fault the man. Nor could Jacob deny that his eyes were drawn inexorably toward Jessamine whose breasts floated temptingly in the water. "So what's your story again?" asked Jacob of Sean. "How do you know Abby?" "I was one of her daily rations," said Sean with a grin. "Since I was without a mate, Brana asked if I might be willing to volunteer for duty. I tried to avoid it, but duty is duty and I felt I owed it to my kind to service a pathetic little blind girl." "I should remind you," said Abby with a playful edge in her voice, "that with my gifts you could wake up tomorrow thinking you are a squirrel or an otter. Jessie here would find it a shame to have her mate running away from the 'terrible human'." "Point taken," said Sean with a grin. "The truth - I experienced the most delightful night with Abby that I had spent since losing my mate, or until finding Jessie." "That's better," said Abby. "Now Jessie, as I understand it, you were in difficult straits before Frederique found you." "Oh yes," said Jessamine. "I can say for certain that I would not have lived out the year if she hadn't found me. Like an angel, she found me. Within the day I was cured of syphilis, I was Afflicted, and given the honor of servicing our two young stallions of legend." "Did she service you well?" asked Abby, looking at Jacob with a wry grin. "Wonderfully," said Jacob, without hesitation. "However, I would have to qualify that by pointing out how possessed I was with mating lust. She could have just lain there, and as long as she was Afflicted my body would have been thrilled." "But I didn't just lie there, did I?" asked Jessamine. "No, you absolutely didn't," said Jacob. "Alright, that's it," said Abby. "Come on." "Where are we going?" asked Jacob. "Why, underwater, of course. I've always wondered about a second time with Sean, and I can tell you are just aching to sample Jessamine's wares again." Sean and Jessamine looked at her in disbelief. "But, you are the seven," said Sean. "You're new, different." "We're still made the same," said Abby. "Besides, no cross-mating, as Galen has pointed out. No risk there, so let's just have fun." The four met in the center of the pool which was shoulder deep. Abby wrapped herself around Sean and kissed him intensely. "Shall we?" he asked. "Absolutely," she agreed. Resuming their kiss, Sean fell backward and they sank to the bottom. "Can you do that, too" asked Jacob. "Oh yes," said Jessamine. "But I can do Sean one better. He has to kiss to help his partner's breathe. As Madame Villepreux-Power puts it, I can transfer oxygen through different membranes." "How?" asked Jacob. "I honestly don't know. She and Pasteur were fascinated by it, and I even took Pasteur down below. We fucked under water for ten minutes and he never needed to take a breath. They had a very complicated scientific explanation that I still don't' quite understand, but I'll learn the details later." "Alright then, how does this work?" To reply, Jessamine jumped easily in the water to wrap her hips around Jacob's. She settled down upon his 'normal' length and sighed. "Now that feels familiar," she moaned. "Get ready. When we go under, just remember not to breathe. You'll have the instinct at first, but if you just wait it out, you'll be fine." They also sank down. Looking over, they could see Abby riding in water-imposed slow motion upon Sean. Jacob was met with a couple of surprises. One, they didn't sink all the way to the bottom. Jessie seemed to possess something of a flying ability below the water. With her affinity for the substance, it made sense in a way. Like a fish, she could probably control her depth without even thinking about it. The other surprise was the feeling of his cock inside of her. Jacob had certainly spent his share of time making love in the water and there was always a difference in the texture of making love. The water seemed to strip away a woman's natural lubrication and made for a less slick feeling. Usually, this made for a rougher, more rubbery friction as opposed to the usual slickness. Jessie wasn't that way though. He found himself sliding in and out of her with the same ease as he might have with a very well lubricated woman in a normal situation. He could only guess that her body had naturally adapted to her favorite environment and was providing the perfect lubricant. Like she had warned, Jacob felt the urge to breathe and fought through it. It was difficult, but she touched his face reassuringly and just as quickly, it passed. He didn't worry about breathing for the rest of his time with her. He started pumping into her and her eyes went half-lidded with pleasure. She was naturally very deep and had always taken him in easily, so he thought he might put the question to her. "Do you want more?" he asked in her mind. She immediately understood his meaning and nodded with a smile. It seemed she couldn't reply in like fashion, but held up her fingers to indicate an inch or so. Jacob expanded himself and as he did, she pinched her fingers together and finally smiled and nodded to let him know it was perfect. They floated there, perhaps a foot or so below the surface of the water and made love in aquatic redolence. They exchanged smiles with Abby and Sean from time to time, and the intensity between the two couples grew over the next few minutes. Sean was the first to pop. Abby pulled off him and floated down to hover above the tip of his cock. As silky strands floated up from his cock, she sucked in and drank his lovely mix of water and semen. They surfaced while Jacob continued to fuck Jessamine down below. Looking up, they could see the shimmering, blurry images of their mates; the waves they were creating obscuring the view. Jacob was prepared to continue making love for some time to come, but he was interrupted suddenly. "Jacob, I need you," said Frederique's voice in his head. There was a certain emphasis on the word 'need' that left no doubt as to her meeting. "One minute," said Jacob. "Very well, but hurry." Jacob began longer thrusts and let Jessie know with his eyes that he was coming. She nodded and urged him on. His cock emptied several bursts of his usual load. Below the water, tiny ribbons drifted out from where his cock met her moist labia. He allowed himself no more than four bursts, knowing he would soon be called upon. Before rising, he gave one final kiss to Jessamine and then left her. His cock escaped her with little fanfare; not much more cum floated away. She remained below, smiling at him through the water - a mermaid if ever there was one. Before emerging, Jacob opened his mouth wide and took a huge drought of the clear water, replenishing his system. "Frederique is looking for you," said Abby. "I know," he said. "Here," said Sean. Sean touched Jacob's skin and the water shot away from him, leaving even his hair dry. "Thanks," said Jacob. "That was lovely, Sean," said Abby. "Now, I think Claude is missing me." She winked out. Ever since their 'jump-fucking' as Bullet had so aptly called it, they had all found that a jump to each other was getting easier each time. Jacob reached out with his mind and found Frederique. She was standing alone in a luxurious bedroom somewhere in the north part of the mansion. Thinking he might have a bit of fun, he shimmered out of view, then he 'slid' into the room where she was waiting as quietly as possible. She didn't seem to notice his presence and stood playing idly with the bedcovers as he snuck toward her. His love for his mates was complex. Abby was his prime, but when faced with only one of his female companions, he found her to be the most divine creature in the world. This was certainly the case with Frederique at that moment. Her hair was tousled and her body exuded the familiar glow as well as the blush of recent passion. Her tongue danced absent-mindedly across her full lips. Her other lips were also full; her pussy was gently enflamed between her legs and the tempting pinkness beckoned to Jacob. He watched her for at least a minute, stunned by her beauty and also contemplating how he might take her. Should he attack? Pin her down and ravish her? Of course, that could only happen if she wished it. Even if she didn't have the new gift of deplacing, there wasn't a man in the universe capable of forcing her to do anything. Should he kiss her? Let her find an invisible lover? She shifted positions and her new stance inspired his plan. She had taken a wide warrior's (or dancer's) stance and kept waiting patiently for the lover who she had beckoned. Jacob's cock, which had been hanging half-full, now filled again to his standard proportions. The sight of her, though, made his hungry demon start to ascend even further. Wait a minute big boy, he thought to his cock. We should try something new. He padded silently up behind Frederique and bent his knees a bit. With his long slender cock, he had often found he could work it into a bit of a curve but since his new discovery; he hadn't toyed with such angles. Hard was hard, and that had been his perpetual state whenever aroused since mating. Now he chose to concentrate on his proud member and see if the same manipulations he had been learning with size and length might also apply to shape. Interestingly, Jacob was always able to see himself. Though he knew when he was completely invisible to others, his eyes always saw a shimmering outline of himself. Crouching behind Frederique, he focused on the outline of his cock and willed it forward. It stretched out and stuck horizontally between her legs. Now curve, thought Jacob. Curve for me, straight up. He had to suppress a noise of excitement as he saw his rod began to curve. That's it. Perfect. Now you know where you're going. His cock stretched and curved upward and Frederique jumped a bit upon feeling Jacob's hot tip pressing into her. "Oh," she said. "Hello there. I was wondering when you would show up. Come on in, won't you?" Frederique arched her hips backward to allow him better entrance. Still, though, he kept the curve in his cock and began sawing in and out smooth strokes. The invisible Jacob kissed Frederique's neck as he pushed deeper and deeper into her. "Did you know I was there?" he asked. "Of course," she purred. "But I wanted to see what you would do. I like what you came up with." "Do you now? You like the 'up' part?" he asked. To emphasize the word, he shoved even further and she yelped out with pleasure as his cock filled her. "Ooh, I like this," she moaned. "How about we stay here, just like this?" She rose up then, levitating herself and spreading her legs even wider. Though she was facing away from him, Jacob had no complaints. It afforded him a view of her beautiful back. In different ways, she was almost as stunning when viewed from behind. Her legs were so lovely and her ass was perfectly rounded. The small of her back and her narrow waist tapered from there and up to her feminine yet strong shoulders. Her breasts, so large and buoyant, were two half-moons (or at least quarter-moons) peering out from either side of her chest when she lifted her hands to run her fingers through her hair - which she loved doing in this position. Under her own power, she slithered up his massive rod, floating up to the very top and then reversing course. With this new angle, he allowed his member to straighten and began gliding even further in. Jacob felt that something was different. Her inside was wetter, or smoother than he remembered. He wondered if he was simply noticing the difference between Jessamine's unique lubrication and his other mates, but he wasn't sure if that was it. He also knew what he was feeling wasn't the remnants of cum. With their recent adventures, he certainly knew that sensation - and this wasn't it. The Afflicted Ch. 20 "Is anything wrong?" she asked, peering with her perfect eyes back over her shoulder. "Oh no, nothing," said Jacob. "You just feel so good." "I'm glad," she purred. Frederique shrugged and turned around again, concentrating on the lovely ride she was about to begin. She started slowly, working his great length with long strokes, but then she picked up the pace. She was a flier, one of the greatest in the world. She took advantage of that skill as she began bouncing up and down Jacob's extended cock in faster and faster motions. Soon, she was nothing but a blur enveloping his shaft, possibly moving faster than he could have moved under his own power. Such delicious friction couldn't be resisted for long and Frederique began to cry out as her orgasm began. "Oh Jacob," she shrieked, suddenly slowing her pace. She pulled her legs in and moaned as her body shuddered. She moved almost into a fetal position, her arms resting on her legs as she stayed hanging on the air, impaled on his fleshy stake. "Keep going if you would," she stammered. "But if you could do the work; it's all I can do to keep myself up in the air." Jacob nodded and reached up to take her hips. The entire time, he had scarcely touched her, but now he grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, forcing her weightless body down on his cock and tipping her climax even further down the slope of bliss. "That's it, my Jacob," she stammered between ecstatic shudders. Her cunt locked down on him and seemed to be doing its own pulling, tugging him inward, sucking him forward. He'd had enough of the view of her gorgeous back and spun her around on his shaft so he could see her face which was lost in a mask of delight. She pushed out her legs to rest against his chest and then wrapped her arms around his neck. "This is so good," she cried. "So beautiful." Jacob had had enough of standing and he flew them gently up. He spun their bodies gently from vertical to horizontal and then laid them down, side by side. She cradled his face in her hands and kissed him softly. "Will you cum for me Jacob?" she whispered. "Will you?" "Of course," he replied. To urge him on, she squeezed him again. Her silky sheath seemed to be increasing its skill by the day, because the pink wetness wrapped around him seemed to be working him like another set of hands. Jacob moaned with pleasure as her interior massaged his cock. "Work with me," she pleaded. He knew just what she meant. Lying on their sides, movement wasn't as easy, but they had other ways. He willed his cock to retreat and then grow again; her tight muscles reacted to every change and complimented it with perfect wet friction. His cock was the piston and her cunt was the fleshy cylinder. Their 'engine' was generating an increasingly combustive supply of lustful energy. "That's the way, my Jacob," she moaned. "Let me make you cum. Will you? Will you cum for me and give me every drop you can find?" He groaned and could only answer by doing exactly as she wished. His cock shot a huge load and also expanded upward into her. "Smaller," she said urgently. "Make it smaller. I want more room for your cum." Barely conscious, Jacob somehow complied and pulled his cock back. Yet, Frederique didn't close back around him. Within, her stretched pussy stayed open and she gasped as she felt blast after blast of his cum pooling into the cavity remaining. Even Jacob felt it; his long slender tool was soon bathed in cum within her. She did something then, reaching into his body and giving an indefinable squeeze which triggered further blasts that Jacob wouldn't have believed possible. "That's it, my Jacob. All of it. Give me all of it." Jacob exhausted anything left within him and started to pull out. "Oh stay," she moaned. "Stay for as long as you can." "I will," moaned Jacob. "I'll do anything you want." His lids were growing heavy and he surrendered to sleep, his cock buried in Frederique, soaked in his own seed. Like Martin earlier, Jacob woke up uncertain of his surroundings. Something was waking him though. "Jacob," said a lovely voice. "Jacob, wake up!" Jacob opened his eyes and peered at the ornate clock on the wall. It had been less than half an hour, but it felt like days since he'd fallen asleep. "Jacob!" "What is it Glennis," he moaned. She slid on top of him and kissed him fiercely. "I need you awake," she pouted. She massaged his softened member. "All of you," she insisted. "I need all of you awake." She slipped down under the covers and kissed him to firmness. "There we go," she said. "That's just what I needed." She climbed back up to sit astride him and reached down to play with his cock behind her. "Remember Claude and Abby in the bathing pool?" she said. "Yes," he murmured. "People do it here, too," she said. She pushed his cock back against her ass to illustrate. "Oh," said Jacob. "Yeah, they do." "Have you ever done it here?" "Umm, a few times." "Well I haven't," she said in a determined tone. "And I want to do it every way possible. Let's go." Without any fanfare, she pushed the tip of his cock firmly against her brown bud. Pushing down, she grimaced as her sphincter resisted. "Almost... almost.. there!" she said as her ass opened up to take him in. "Well, that's different," she exclaimed. "Let's try this. Let's see how much of you we can fit into me this way." * * * * Claude found himself alone for the first time in weeks. 'Alone' was a relative term; he was surrounded by many members of the Afflicted, but this was his first time without one of his mates since they had merged. Claude thought back over the events since the sharing and his cheeks glowed with revisiting them: Abby in the gym; Glennis in the gym; Aimée in the corridor; Aimée in the lounge; Aimée in the safe room; Frederique in the library; and then Glennis again... he had a hard time remembering where. "Hello there, hero," said a familiar English voice. It was Brolly. He was curled up in a lounge chair with a jumper whose name escaped Claude at the time. "Oh, hello, Brolly," said Claude. "It's been a wild night, hasn't it?" Brolly laughed heartily. "Night," he said. "You're the second bloke who's said that. Nights, plural. We've been down here in this lovely Xanadu for two and a half days now. That's the advantage of not having the sun interfering, you don't know what day is what." "Two and a half days? Really?" said Claude, amazed. His mind revisited the same sessions he had just been thinking of. There had been marathon sessions, and besides, the sharing must have taken a good portion of the first night all on its own. "I wonder why I'm not more tired," said Claude. "It works that way, doesn't it?" said Brolly. "Especially with the old Hampton Wick involved, yeah? Nothing like having four ladies keeping you going. It catches up though. I'd imagine even with your kind, you'll be taking a full-day nap once this is done. But ever onward, young hero, ever onward." Claude continued wandering said hello to several friends from the Academy and then went to the kitchen for a snack and a much-needed drink. He was just refilling his glass when a tall blond woman walked in. "Brana!" he said in surprise. They hugged warmly and took each other in. With Brana, always efficient and busy, there was much more than met the eye. Unclothed, she was surprisingly slender but with breasts larger than her shape seemed to justify. "Where are your beautiful mates?" asked Brana. "Oh, around," said Claude. "Some are busy, some are just resting." "Yes, busy," said Brana in a dry tone. "There are a lot of busy people around here." "Haven't you been busy?" asked Claude. Brana blushed a little, but just a little, and her eyes met Claude's proudly. "Yes, young Claude," she said. "I have enjoyed more than my share of busy-ness. In fact, I just busied two young men into exhausted slumbers." "I see," said Claude with a raised eye brow. "And you don't' have a mate yet?" "Not yet," she said. "The dorms are a full-time job, as you well know. I don't have time for much else. Usually it is an unmated person who takes on the duties and we do so for five years. I have two years left. After that, I'll be ready to pair up again." "I see," said Claude. They remained in the kitchen for a few minutes, chatting about where various cadets had ended up, lamenting those they had lost, and reminiscing in general. "Well," said Claude, as the conversation wound down. "I think I'll take another tour around, see who I might find." "Very well, Claude," said Brana. There was a hint of disappointment in her voice. "It was wonderful talking to you. I hope to spend more time with you and your mates in the future." "Me too," said Claude. "Take her," said Abby's voice in his mind. "Pardon?" "Just take her, she's exquisite," said Abby. "I fully approve." "Me too," said Frederique's voice in his head. "Enjoy her and then come to me." Claude considered the situation. When two of your mates pretty much ordered you, there wasn't much room for argument. "You know, Brana," said Claude, stopping by the door. "Yes?" she said, looking up expectantly. "I was thinking, perhaps we could find a bedroom." Her eyes flashed with excitement. "Why wait?" she said. "I'm sure we can work something out here." A few seconds later he was throwing her up on the counter. His cock was the perfect height and her legs were wrapped around his ass. He didn't even bother with asking if she wanted a different size. Once his cock was in, he naturally adjusted to the perfect length for her and she moaned as her hips began rocking with his thrusts. They could have flown, they could have dropped to the floor, they could have done a thousand other things, but there was something that was sheer perfection in that moment with that position. Brana was able to wrap herself around Claude entirely. The counter and his adjusted proportions gave him the perfect angle. From fast to slow, from playful to intense, they fucked each other in that exact position for the next ten minutes. By the time she was ready to cum, he was too. "Do it," she growled. "Do it for me, Claude! Fill me with that beautiful cum." Claude did just that. She held his face in her hands and stared intensely into his eyes as he practically cauterized her interior with his hot spunk. "Oh yes, Claude. That's so wonderful. And so much. Oh god!" When he finished, the two of them were breathing heavily and kissed some more as their hearts stopped pounding. Claude remained buried inside of her and showed no signs of softening. "Wow," she said softly. "Can I ask, Claude; did you give me everything? Did you give me all of your cum?" Claude looked a bit embarrassed. "No, I'm sorry," he said. "I have a... an appointment shortly." "Don't apologize!" she said, laughing. "You practically had it spraying out of my ears and you were holding back? How amazing you are." She looked to the skies, addressing his absent mates. "Thank you, ladies." To her surprise, four voices sounded in her head. "You're welcome." After a couple more minutes, Claude slowly removed himself and kissed her a final time. "Thank you, Claude," she said. He winked out and was gone. She blushed from the memory and wondered if she would be so bold as to boast that she had slept with one of the Seven - or simply keep the fact to herself. She decided on the latter. 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