0 comments/ 14417 views/ 22 favorites The Afflicted Ch. 21 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. * * * * Claude deplaced to where Frederique was waiting. It was the guest bedroom of the mansion. In Afflicted homes, the guest bedroom was often the most finely appointed sleeping quarters, and this was no exception. The bed was huge, beyond king-sized, and the sheets were made from the finest cotton on the finest looms known. In the center of the bed, Frederique waited. She looked as if she had spent a few hours making herself beautiful. In fact, she had simply taken a shower and then spent a few minutes doing wind-work with her hair, swirling it up and dry with her gift and letting her natural curls fall as they would. Regardless of the amount of effort she had put in, the results were magnificent. The glow was even stronger now. Her face truly seemed to be lit by some ethereal light and Claude could only stand in stunned admiration at the vision lying before him. "I've been waiting," she said in a low voice. "Come to me, my son." He crawled into the bed and kissed her gently. "Let there be no rush," she said. "I want this time to be beautiful and perfect. Let's take all the time we need." * * * * Outside, it was evening. Abby had deplaced to their first group hideout, the empty floor above the dry goods store. She waited patiently for the others to finish and called to them. "Please, my dears," she called. "I wish you could join me." Glennis, Martin, Aimée, and Jacob appeared. "Where are Mother and Claude?" asked Aimée. "Oh..." She had reached out and sensed their situation. "Well, they will certainly be a little while," she said. "They can join us later," said Abby. "Aren't you cold?" asked Glennis. "Oh, yes," said Abby. "I suppose I am - here." With casual off-handed gesture, a large bed suddenly appeared in the room as well as a stack of blankets and robes. She also retrieved some heavy black velvet curtains and rods. She had found all of the items lying in a storehouse nearby. "Martin dear," she said. "Would you please cover the windows?" Martin nodded and the curtains went sailing toward the windows. He easily affixed the rods to the existing windows and the curtains were soon covering the panes against the sun which would come in an hour or so. "Come, let's get comfortable," said Abby softly. They all joined each other in the bed, donning robes or snuggling beneath the covers. Abby sat beside Martin and took his hand in hers, but she was clearly preoccupied and met none of their eyes. "I'm so tired," she whispered. "It's been a busy few days," said Jacob. "No brother," she whispered. "I'm not tired that way. I'm weary." "Weary from what?" asked Glennis. "I...I can't find the words," said Abby. "Sleep with me, will you? We'll talk more when the other two join us." They all felt an overwhelming drowsiness enveloping them. Within moments, they were drifting off. Abby's head was cradled on Martin's; his arm was draped across Aimée's leg. Jacob's head was pillowed on Aimée's belly, and Glennis was snuggled between both of them. They fell in to a deep, insistent slumber brought on by three days of intense sexual activity and months of intense emotions. * * * * Back in the opulent bedroom, Frederique was laying atop Claude. Her arms were touching his and her shapely legs were across his muscular ones. "I want to devour you," she murmured between kisses. "I want to kiss and touch and know every part of you." "So do I, ma mère," he whispered in return. "You feel amazing, mother." "So you'll call me mother now?" she muttered into his ear as she nibbled his lobe. "You'll acknowledge who I am?" "I will," he said with a groan as her tongue darted into his ear. "But it won't always be that way. Sometimes you'll be mother; sometimes you'll be Frederique - and others you'll be my whore." "I can be all of those, my mate and son," she purred. She shifted her body to lift her breasts to his lips. He teased her lovingly for several minutes before taking her left nipple further into his mouth and pulling more insistently. As the sweetness spilled over his tongue and he felt the stunning energy it always supplied she gazed into his eyes with love and affection. Nothing needed to be said. She had once pointed out that he'd been 'there' twenty years before. Now, however, he was a man, and her mate. "Has this happened before?" asked Claude after finishing a long drink. "Have other parents mated with their children?" "That I know of? Let me think," said Frederique. "I know that with awakening, it would probably be impossible to count the number of mothers who helped their sons like I did for you on the Siren. Our situation was particularly isolated, but to be locked in the house with a raging young man, sun outside, no one else there. Trust me, the hands and the mouths of mothers have been necessary countless times over the years." She shifted to move her right breast into Claude's mouth, letting him drink from there as well. "The cocks of fathers have been enlisted, too," she said. "I think in some ways, Afflicted girls are more dangerous. They have the same drives, the same hungers, and the same powers, but we still have this impression of girls as shrinking flowers. Awakened, there is nothing so dangerous as unsatisfied Afflicted woman." "But what of mates?" asked Claude. "Has anyone ever mated?" "Yes and no," said Frederique. "There are three I can think of. Two mother-son, pairings and one father-daughter where they took the children as first-mates through necessity. However, they quickly took another mate at the insistence of the Council. Wait, I can think of one other. We knew a woman whose husband died. Shortly after, her son returned home. She never took another mate, yet they lived together for the rest of their days. We had no doubts about the situation, but since they never had children and they never underwent a physical mating procedure, the Council never pressed the issue. Now, I'm getting thirsty." She dropped down and took his stiff manhood into her mouth. She kissed and caressed it as she spoke. "But Claude, you must remember that we are not Afflicted," she said. "As Galen has said many times, we are new." She gave a few quick licks to the tip, sending him into bliss. "I like being new with you," she murmured. "I like it very much." Pushing her mouth down on him again, she pulled him in. First his tip pushed against the back of her mouth, then deeper, and deeper again. She rocked up and down, taking his manhood in. This way of pleasure could often be rough - and she enjoyed it that way - but, today there was nothing violent about it. She opened easily for him and the way it spread her throat was not raw, but welcoming. She pushed down further and when he was almost all the way in, she swallowed. The moans her constricting throat spurred from Claude brought a smile to her cock-filled lips. She kept working him with her hands and throat, swallowing at the perfect time with each bob of her head. She felt the first trickle of cum from his tip and she increased her attentions. She was about to pull off of him to speak when she realized there was a lovely benefit to their new connection. "Don't hold back, Claude," she crooned in his mind. "Give me as much as you wish, but I need to taste you right now." "Y...yes, mother," he answered back. "Anything you want." He allowed his body to surrender and she hummed her approval as she felt the gentle stream turn into a torrent down her throat. Her body responded hungrily, the scintillating salty taste caused her system to sing with joy. 'Yes' her body seemed to say. 'Feed me.' She swallowed his loads, relishing the taste and sensation, but when she pulled off and looked at his cock she jumped back in surprise. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, staring at his cock. "What? What is it, mother?" asked Claude. "You... you're glowing!" Claude looked down at his cock which was striped with streams of spit and jism. It seemed normal to him. Yes, he was still fully stiff, but that was normal these days. Other than that, he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary. "Don't you see it?" she asked. "See what? Glowing? No, I see nothing unusual." Frederique bent down close to his stiffness and examined it more closely. She suddenly had an understanding of what Galen and his compatriots saw when they looked into someone's system. The harder she looked, the more the dripping fluid seemed to magnify in her consciousness. She realized that the glow she was seeing was not necessarily with her eyes. She was seeing it with her consciousness. She had become more aware of the life around her, especially in this delicious fluid. "Oh my," she said with a smile. "How lively they are, those millions of cells. So ambitious, so joyful in their swimming." Separated from their host and outside of a warm environment, those swimmers were already dying off, yet it wasn't a sad thing. That was their job, to swim with their millions of brothers/sisters with little hope of succeeding. They only knew the joy of living and being released. She pulled back her focus again and looked down at Claude with wonderment. Indeed, there was a glow emanating from his cum, at least to her eyes. She saw other things, too. She could sense that his testicles were practically roaring with activity, churning out more 'swimmers' in a few minutes than a mortal man might in a month or even a year. Within, she could sense his other glands pumping out fluid to mix with those swimmers. Already, he was almost entirely 'full' and could easily produce another ejaculation that would dwarf any mortal's output or even an Afflicted 'stallion'. "Mother, what are you talking about?" asked Claude. "Something beautiful, my boy. Can I ask: can you give me a little more? Just one gush?" "Of course," he said. "But..." "Please, stand for me," she said, interrupting him. "Give me some and I'll show you." Claude stood on the bed and she stroked his cock with assertive tugs with one hand, twisting her other around his lovely shaft using the fluid still there as a lubricant. "Now?" he said in an almost helpless grunt. "Please," she said. "In here." She put her hands together and indicated for him to aim there. He barked out a joyful cry and let his cock release again. He pointed his round tip toward the cup she had made with her hands. She watched with delight as he poured the warm fluid into her cupped palms. "My, my," she said. "So wonderful." To Frederique, the salty broth radiated with a blue-white light. "Do you see now?" she asked. "I see my beautiful mate with a handful of my seed," he said. "Is there more?" "Ooh, you have to see this! Here, let me show you." She reached into his mind and tried to show him what she was seeing. Claude struggled to see it but at last, it all made sense and he could see it, too. "Oh my!" he exclaimed. "That came out of me?" "Mm hmm," she said. She lifted her hands to her lips and sucked in the liquid. Having seen it, she could truly feel the life dancing down her throat. I know where I want to feel that dancing next - she thought to herself. She stroked his cock again. With her new awareness, she sensed the reaction of his system to the pleasure she was bringing. Pleasure centers fired up in his brain and sent messages to his body to send even more blood, to 'maximize tumescence'. Sensing all of this could have made it clinical, but it didn't. It made it even more erotic to be so keenly aware of what each action had on her lover's system. "There we are," she purred, knowing he could get no stiffer. She floated up and then wrapped herself around his body. Her hips were high on his belly; her breasts were right at his mouth. He sucked lustily and she moaned while also 'watching' the lovely fluid flow into his mouth. Her milk had a glow, too. Not as bright or rambunctious; more of a soft, pink glow. There were proteins and nutrients, but life as well. Galen would call them ferrins and lysosomes and other names, but to her they were just life and she reveled at the way it sparkled over Claude's tongue. Claude lifted off the bed and his rise pulled her down upon his cock. "Yes," she whispered. "That's what I need now." He was an inch or so in and then he released her hips. She slid down so easily it was a surprise. "My god you feel good," moaned Claude. "You're so slick." "You made me that way," she said into his ear. He lifted her up and pulled her back down. "I'd like to think so," said Claude. "But this isn't just wet. You are different. It's like your slickness is beyond excited." "And it feels good?" she asked seductively. "Oh my god, unbelievable!" he said. In response, he started to grow himself within her. "No, not yet," she urged him. "Let's just enjoy this for now. We'll work our way up to that." He receded, but couldn't help lifting her up and pulling her back down again, eliciting a squeal of pleasure. "Again, please," she said. He did. "Again, please." He did. "Again." With the grace of perfectly matched lovers, and the freedom from gravity granted to those who could fly, they began taking each other in earnest. Frederique had thought this time would be gentle, but it was clear that Claude (and her own body) disagreed. His first fierce thrusts awakened the vixen within her, and she quickly changed any plans for calm lovemaking. It was time to fuck. He coursed into her, but avoided a full impact. He knew, or his body knew, that quick strokes in and out were what would excite her the most at this moment. His cock sawing in and out of her was almost a tease. Had she been conscious of her own internal workings (which she wasn't; she was too aroused to give any thought to such things), she would have seen similar activities going on within her. Her body was ramping up every nerve, every gland, every enflamed tissue in preparation for her mate. Blood was rushing to her own body parts, swelling her moist lips below and expanding her interior canal to prepare for more of her lover - much more. Claude continued his rapid plunges and his cock practically scorched her interior with friction. He wasn't even using the full portion of his normal length. Instead, it was perhaps a hand-span of cock that was working in and out of her so quickly. "Please Claude, a little more," she begged. "Like this," he teased. He gave her perhaps another half inch. "Enough?" "For now," she sighed. Yet it wasn't enough. Her hips were already quivering on the brink of her first orgasm of that session, but Claude's teasing cock only offered more delicious torment. Each partial plunge had her pink lips aching for the first impact of his sturdy base against them. There was a mirror in the room and in it she could see his huge, bald cock sliding in and out of her, his hairless swollen testicles swaying oh-so-close to slapping against her. "Oh please" she implored. "Give it all to me. Let me feel you against me." "Like this?" said Claude. He slowed his hips and then began his first slow full push into her. She sighed with relief upon feeling his hips finally touch hers. His hot skin brushed against her clit and those nerves cried out for more. They ached to be touched, to be rubbed, to be slapped. "Is that what you want?" asked Claude. "For me to be right here?" "No, my baby. I want more." "More? More how?" he growled. "Fuck me harder," she rasped. "I need your cock to tear me open. I didn't think I did, but I have to have it." "Here?" asked Claude with a thrust. "Oui," she cried. "Oh god, do I need you." Claude's body instinctively knew what she needed. Picking up the same rhythm he had been using before, but deeper now, he began pounding into her. She shrieked at the incursion of his cock and rejoiced at the impact of their hips. Though his shaved pelvis was only smacking briefly against her clit with each thrust, it was enough. Between that and the sizzle of his flesh sliding in, she could only moan with vague coherence as he rocked her body in the air above the bed. "Almost," she murmured into his ear. "Almost there." He kept pounding, but dipped his head down to her breasts. With his lips he sucked hungrily on her left swollen nipple, and with the hand not wrapped around her waist, he pinched her right nipple. That was all it took to send her over and she screamed out with passion. Her hips tried to lock around his, but he would have none of it. With the same persistent cadence he continued pummeling her as her climax electrified every inch of her body. "Tu me rends folle!" she cried. "You're driving me crazy. So crazy. Oh!!" She cried out with surprise at the feeling of a warm gush down below. It wasn't him. She had, from time to time, had a bit of ejaculation, but now she poured herself over him in the thralls of such pleasure. He kept pounding into her, clearly having no intention of stopping unless she asked otherwise. "Wait. Wait." she finally pleaded. "Just a little rest, that's all I need." Claude smiled a deliciously evil grin and ceased his full-on attack. Now in control, he flew them down to the bed (to a dry patch) and spun them around so that he was lying on his back. He stretched out and she came to rest on top of him, his rod still nestled within her. She rested upon him, her head on his shoulder, her huge breasts crushed warmly between their bodies. She did not sleep, but laid there gathering her strength and letting her heart approach something of a normal rate. Claude was patient. He was also certainly sweating from the exertion but he felt he could have gone another day without pausing. After a few minutes she raised her head up and gave him a bleary smile. "What did you do to me?" "Only what you asked," he said. "I wouldn't even know how to ask for what you just did." She leaned up to kiss him tenderly and as she did she gave him a tight squeeze down below. "Does that mean you're ready for more?" "Absolutely," she murmured. "You simply made me more hungry. And, I have an idea of just what I would like to do next." "What?" Frederique's mind had lingered on a particular sensation from the sharing. When they had demonstrated their 'jump-fucking', it had been a wonderful sort of shift to find another man deep inside of her after each jump. However, the most unusual sensation had been when she had been the odd woman out. One moment, she had been empty and the next (even though she had known it was coming) she was suddenly filled. It had been a great subject of debate among the deplaceurs. In considering whether it was possible for one man to replace another inside of a woman, they ceded that it could be possible - especially if the cocks were similar sized - which they had been with the boys' 'extended' abilities. However, Bullet and Brolly saw no way that a man could materialize with his shaft inside of a woman who was not currently 'occupied'. They were certain that the man's stiff flesh would become enmeshed with her soft walls and they would become fatally merged. Yet, the Seven had accomplished that. They had proven it was possible before the eyes of everyone at the sharing. The Afflicted Ch. 21 The sensation Frederique felt when being entered 'dry' was what she wanted to try again. What she recalled was the quick shock in her pussy felt much like when a lover slammed into her with surprise, but multiplied many times over. She'd been empty, then FULL with an improbably large appendage. Even the shock of the cock's sudden departure had held its own pleasures. "Well, I'm ready," said Claude. "Just wait," said Frederique. "This will take a bit of planning." She sat up, straddling him, his cock spearing her from below. She bit her finger in thought. Claude was blessed with this heavenly view of Frederique in the dim light of the lavish bedroom. Her hair tousled, her breasts looming above him, his hands around her waist, his cock nestled within her. "If this is what you want to do, I'm fine with that," said Claude. "I'll just keep looking at you and we can stay this way as long as you want." "You're sweet," she said, while still concentrating. "Now, just wait. Here. We. Go!" She winked out and appeared at the spot she had envisioned. "Oh!" said Claude. "Why did you..." Before he could finish his sentence, though, she had jumped back to ride him again. It didn't quite work out. Frederique was straddling him, true - but because his cock had flopped out when she left, her return found her pink lips riding atop his horizontal member, not swallowing it up. "Hmm," she said. "Get back here." She lifted up and pushed him back into her. She tried again with the same result. "Maybe it's because we came from on top," ruminated Claude. "When all of the boys were jumping into you, our angles were the same." "No, that's not it," said Frederique. "You were just there each time. The angle had nothing to do with it." They tried again with the same result. "I think I know," said Frederique, sliding down him again. "At the sharing, we were connected. We were talking. All of us were...I don't know how to describe that feeling, but do you know what I mean? When we're all linked?" "Yes, I do," said Claude. "But how do we do that?" "Just open that part of yourself to me and we'll work together. Ready?" "Yes," he said. She jumped away and looked at him with glowing eyes. Staring at each other intensely, they felt the dizzy buzz of connection that suddenly helped make sense of their objective. "Now!" she called in is mind. They succeeded. She deplaced and squealed with pleasured surprise. She was riding him again. Claude also seemed to have enjoyed the 'leap' and gasped at the sudden squeeze of her pussy around him. "Again?" she asked. "Oh, please," he moaned. She jumped away for a few seconds, then reappeared astride (and around) him. "Oh, mother, what sort of wonder is this?" moaned Claude. "You like it?" she asked. "God yes, don't you?" "I love it," she said. "Let's do it again." Frederique deplaced away and back again, it was easier this time. She did it again, then again. It was amazing, to feel him in then out again, like a perfect thrust into her depths, but with no hesitation. That wasn't to say there wasn't sensation. When he appeared within her (or perhaps she appeared around him), it was as though he was approaching from a distance - from all directions - and expanding outward into her. If she liked it, Claude loved it. The sensations of her enfolding and leaving him had him gasping in near paralysis. Frederique discovered she could enhance the pleasure even more by targeting her deplacing to a bit higher on his cock. Jumping there, then letting the simple force of gravity take over, created a sensation neither of them had ever felt. It was her turn to drive him crazy. She kept up her drop-jumps for a few minutes and then decided to up the ante again. Concentrating fiercely, she executed a series of jumps so quick she was barely visible. Like the flicker of the early motion pictures which were yet to come, she became a blur of images, and Claude's cock never even had the chance to fall down. The staggered motion was enhanced by the way Claude's moans stayed steady while Frederique's cries had an almost echo quality, chopping in and out and also coming from different locations. "Wait!" Claude finally cried. "Are you there, aimé?" she gasped, stopping atop him. "Yes, mama. Yes!" Claude released an unbridled primal roar as his next load of cum was unleashed. 'Geyser' was the perfect word for his explosion. Frederique gasped as a fountain of spunk and manly flesh rose and expanded within her. The jolt of energy to her system was almost shocking in intensity. She joined him in climax and released a scream of her own as his expanding flesh surged into her, lifting her off of him before her voracious insides expanded to make room. It was too perfect to stop. This was not his surrender, but merely his first few blasts to grease her insides with creamy lubricant. They couldn't stop. This was not actually a 'climax', but a plateau - a landing stage in advance of the summit to come. She had already put her feet on the mattress. Without flying, it was the only way to ride his 'hyper-tumescence'. It was fun besides. She squatted over him, lifting up her dripping pussy high above him and sliding back down. Her hips riding up and down his cum-slickened pole, her face in his, she kissed him deeply, her tongue wrestling with his. "Did you like that, my baby?" she asked. "You know I did," he replied. "But not as much as what I'm going to do to you." "I can't wait," she said. She bounced up and down on him like that for several minutes, varying her speed from rapid-fire to slow, letting her cunt enjoy the full distance of his cock. The pleasure for her was intense. She reached up to find a few tears on her face at one point, not from emotion but the sheer physical ecstasy as he filled her again and again with his massive cock. Her legs began quivering and she had to drop down upon him again, sliding her feet back across the sheets to lie on top of him. "Shall we go up?" he asked. "I'd love to." He flew them back into the air. He slowly pulled out and they kissed and caressed each other in a teasing fashion, exploring each other in preparation for the next adventure. They kissed and spun around, eventually drifting into an aerial sixty-nine. They started with just their faces kissing upside down and then worked their way down, licking and sucking at each other's nipples. "Just so you know, I won't be taking that monster down this throat, no matter how nicely you ask. So keep him at that size for now, thank you very much." "Understood," said Claude with a laugh. He let his cock shrink back down to his 'normal' size, still more than enough to fill his mother's throat many times over. They sucked at each other for several minutes. Claude's tongue on her pussy would have had her screaming, were it not for his cock stuffed in her mouth to muffle her cries. There could be no doubt that Claude's tongue knew what it was doing. Lapping away, he seemed to have gained another supernatural gift: a perfect knowledge of where and how to lick. He tongued away at her clit with firm strokes across her dripping opening in ways that had her hips twitching and bucking letting him know he was getting close. Her rising voice humming around his cock and her hips locking around his head told him he had succeeded in his goal. "Oh my god," she moaned upon recovery. "If you will, please put that monster inside of me." She spun around in the air and then floated backward toward him, pushing her flawless ass against his cock. His hands wrapped around and sought out her breasts. As he massaged them, she pushed her hips back and worked him between her lovely cheeks. The feel of his stiff wand worked its lusty magic and she was aching to have him inside of her once again. He dipped down and put the tip slowly into her. Once there, he let his cock grow inside of her and she shuddered as he slid his super-human fullness into her. "Enough?" he growled into her ear. "Mmm, just a little more," she cajoled. She felt him grow by another fraction in length and push out a bit more. She knew he would not be coming out of her again until the final burst - the torrent of lust that her cunt was aching to milk from him. Evolved as they were, any illusions about being sophisticated higher beings were erased at that moment. Though they still flew, they were not people but eagles or dragons controlled by nothing more than their primal needs. Claude grabbed both of Frederique's arms and pinned them behind her. She whimpered from the pain but moaned from the excitement of him controlling her. His thundering staff pulled back and shoved into her with a force that sent a shock through her body and made her breasts bounce several times from the impact. "That's it, fuck me," she growled. He slammed into her. "That's it, my baby. Fuck mama harder." He slammed again. His 'knot' had returned. Now, the tip of his cock was absurdly large and there was no way he would escape from her, even if he wanted. He would not be leaving her cunt until he came another time. Her arms still pinned behind her, she closed her eyes and willingly submitted to his animalistic pounding. His cock and hips rocked her body so hard that she grunted with the impact of each thrust. He began grunting too and the sounds coming from them were the undeniable sounds of rutting. There was no 'making love' at that point. The words were also base and bestial. Frederique, raised in the aristocracy of an ancient race, was no lady. She was a whore and a servant to lust, nothing more. "Uhn - fuck - uhf - my - aanngh - cunt,'' she growled. "Fuckmycunt, fuckmycunt, Fuck mama's cunt. Fuck me harder!" Claude switched things and now grabbed her hands. Pulling her arms back behind her so far her shoulder blades were squeezed together. Her soft and perfect hands were now clawed handles with which he could manipulate her body. He pushed her away and back again rocking her perfect form at the end of each thrust. Her ass was reddening from the slap of his hips, but she relished the sting. In the other direction, his rock hard tip was pounding in its attempts to get out. Counter to what one might have thought, the bruising impact of his tip against the inside of her pelvis was pleasurable. It was as though her inner walls had girded themselves for the battle of flesh she was engaged in. Smack. His hips spanked against her. Thunk. His stiff knot slid to a startling halt inside of her pelvis. Smack. He rocked her again. Thunk. She cried out with the exquisite torture of his cock trying to escape, but not being able to. He dropped her hands and reached down instead for her thighs. "That's it baby," she said in almost a whimper. "Fuck me with that cock. Fuck me so hard I can't remember who I am." Little did she know how prescient those words would prove to be. With his strong hands gripping her hips he had even greater leverage. With her flying abilities, she was able to fling herself on his pole with a violent passion. Her head was being whipped around with each blow of his hips. Her entire body shuddered with each impact. "Would you cum for me?" she pleaded. "Just a little? You know you can? Please give me another 'taste'." Claude grunted to the affirmative. Pulling outward until the firm thud against her pelvis. He moaned and she felt a hot jet spray out of him. His cock followed the blast in and the viscous syrup coated their connection with a new slickness that enhanced their pleasure even more. "Oh Claude. How wet you've made me. Oh god I love riding that cock," she cried. There were other curses and exclamations in more languages, growing more guttural with each thrust. They kept fucking in the air. First it was five minutes; then it was ten. Though they didn't realize it, they reached the half hour mark with no signs of stopping. Their natural lubrication was in good supply, but every once in while Claude would augment it with another simple blast. At around the half hour mark, they entered the next phase of pleasure. Claude felt his orgasm beginning and prepared to unloose his final blast but Frederique reached out to him. "No, wait," she urged him in her mind (though even forming those words mentally was difficult). "Just let yourself release, but don't let the cum follow." She had known one or two men, the first from India, who could achieve a climax without ejaculating. She figured that if any men were capable of replicating that achievement, it would be her mates. She also knew that even Claude, with his massive member and full system, still had limits and that his next full climax would be his last for a few hours. She wanted things to go on a bit longer. He paused and she showed him what she meant in her mind. He wondered if such a thing was possible but he was decided it was worth a try. They started fucking again and her slick suction on his massiveness took almost no time before he felt the eruption beginning again. He knew how to do it - how to stop his ejaculation. He had already done it several times that session alone, but this was a different chore. He knew his body wanted a full release of a complete orgasm. He roared out with joy. "Oh god!" he cried. "It's so good." The cum started shooting out of his cock. He could physically feel the white mercury traveling as the climactic instinct tried to unleash everything. "No," he said out loud. "Not yet!" He gritted his teeth and wrestled with the cum struggling to get out. He clenched whatever part it was that contained his cum, but it felt like the dam was going to burst. Suddenly, the dam held. He smiled upon feeling the hot stream begin to recede back into his cock. "Yes," he said. "I was able to... Oh my god!!" The stream of fluid had stopped, but the explosion of pleasure would not be denied. He pulled Frederique back into him and groaned. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as the climax overtook him. "Oh Claude, are you?" she moaned. In response, he could only grip her tighter. His hips began bucking involuntarily as the practically obscene pleasure sent him to the rough equivalent of an orgasmic seizure. He pulled her up and closer to him, kissing her neck as if in pain. He wrapped one arm around her waist and clasped one of her breasts fiercely with his other hand. "Oh mère," he groaned. "Oh god, I've never... Oh god!" The pleasure kept pulsing through him. Because there was no cum to signal the release, his body kept doing what it thought it should do. Frederique was gasping along with him, basking in the pleasure of her lover. She could feel him coming. His hips kept bucking and she could feel the muscles in his massive tool contracting again and again as the equivalent of a dry-firing musket brought him endless pleasure, but none of the usual conclusion. "Yes, my boy," she groaned. "Oh yes, cum for me. Cum again and again and never stop." When the climax finally receded enough for him to have some semblance of focus, he reached down to touch her enflamed clit. "Now you," he insisted. "You must join me." "Yes, my boy," she moaned. His fingers traced a perfect circle around her clit. His other hand massaged her breast and a few drops escaped from her nipple. Using that fluid, he pinched her hard nub with slippery pressure and made her moan even louder. "I'm almost there," she gasped. "Oh you're so big in me and the way you... ah... ah... Oh, here I go." They were moaning together as the endless climax kept climbing higher. Sensing her orgasm, Claude's body seemed to want to push things beyond where either of them could envision going. His hips pulled far out and slid in slowly; oh so slowly. Her inner walls were contracting constantly from ecstasy, so the inner glide of his cock was all the more pleasurable. He pumped into her again, and she cried out with delight. "Oh god, Claude. I can't... I can't breathe," she stammered. "But I don't' want to. I don't need to. All I need is this!" His hand reached up to caress her neck. "Yes, like that," she murmured. "Just like that." She grabbed his hand and showed him what she meant. As increasing waves of pleasure shook her, she pushed his hand tighter on her neck. At her bidding, he choked her slowly. As the oxygen left her brain, the pleasure increased still more. She felt the blackness coming and she didn't care. She had surrendered. Yet, the blackness didn't come. She almost fainted and then her eyelids fluttered open again. She was different though. Sound had stopped. All she could hear was her heartbeat meshing with Claude's. She pushed his hand away and breathed. She heard the whoosh of air into her lungs. Swish... That was the sound of his cock pushing into her. Above all there was her heartbeat. She pulled her leg up to her breast and twisted. Her leg went up over Claude's head and she was now facing him. The only sound in her head was the rasp of their breathing, the drum-like pounding of their hearts (which seemed to be in synch), and the gliding, hissing music of his manhood sliding in and out of her. Loudest of all was the beating of their hearts. Thump-thump, thump-thump. He started to speak, but she knew she wouldn't be able to answer him, or even comprehend his words. She pulled his lips to hers. That was all she wanted. Thump-thump, thump-thump. She was like a prize fighter who had just taken a blow to the jaw. It wasn't a blow, however, it was pleasure. Her body was so overwhelmed with ecstasy she was in a heavenly state of orgasmic shock. Thump-thump, thump-thump. Claude laid them out horizontally as he kept thrusting into her. They descended slowly down. Frederique was vaguely aware of the feel of the sheets against her back, but only so much as to lift her legs up to give Claude easier access. Claude himself did not yield completely to gravity, but kept his lower half suspended a few inches off the ground. It was the only way he could still take full strokes of his entire shaft. Frederique watched him above her as though in a dream. He slid forward, his manhood plundering her completely. He slid back and the outward journey simply stimulated both of them even more. He slid back in and she was coming. Or, he was coming, or they were coming. Frederique couldn't tell any more. His hips were surging involuntarily with his endless orgasms and as his cock pulsed into her with each spasm, it would perpetuate her own climax, which in turn would spur on her muscles to pleasure him and continue the cycle. Her hands pulled desperately at his back and his ass. Buried though he was inside of her, she still wanted him closer. Her arms pulled him to her fiercely wanting him as tight against her as he could get. Still, there was the silence. She knew she was moaning and that he must be as well, but she could not hear it. All that existed was their heartbeats, their breath, and his cock inside of her. Then, the pleasure increased so much that she wasn't even aware of those things. Neither was Claude. Their eyes were open and their bodies were still making love, but they were no longer there. The untold pleasure had catapulted them into another place. Their slumbering mates were taken too. In their dreams, they joined Claude and Frederique. They sailed up and over the globe, looking over it as if they had flown miles into the atmosphere. They sailed up and over time, too. The future was obscured by a white curtain of light, but the past was a coherent tapestry of life that they could look down upon. They went back first. They were able to see back to the valley that had been the home of the Elders and the peaceful times there. They saw the history of the Elders as though it were a river of life flowing from the valley, to Wales, and then on to their hidden place in America. The Afflicted Ch. 21 They saw the Afflicted. They watched the island in the Mediterranean; a shipload of well-bred soldiers who were forced to take refuge there. They saw those soldiers bitten by the Night Foxes and infected by the symbiote which nearly turned them into bloodthirsty killers until Galen was fetched and discovered how to quell their hungers. They saw Galen infect himself, wishing to study the Affliction more closely, but also taking advantage of the long life he knew it offered. They travelled forward and saw Frederique with her first mate Christophe. They relived the madness of Jacinto and the heartbreak of Frederique. They went forward again, and saw the battered and numb Frederique finally find love again in the arms of Palo. They saw their childhoods: Abby and Jacob in the lovely forest town in Canada; Claude and Abby in Morocco; Martin apprenticing as a clockmaker; and even Glennis, wandering the streets of New York in complete innocence. They saw their awakenings and their hungers. They saw their lovemaking. The battles they had recently lived through were a blur, but the singular moment was the instant Claude injected their combined fluids into Frederique's neck. That was the moment they had truly become 'them', and also the moment when the past they were watching began separating from the present they were stepping into. With a sudden rush, they left their distant view and came rushing back into their own bodies. "Oh Claude!" moaned Frederique. They were back. The silence was gone. They were back in the present, making love to each other. Claude was still taking his long strokes into her and she was still clinging to him passionately. "Oh, mother," he moaned. "Oh, Frederique." Their bodies were drenched in perspiration, but it simply added to it all, lubricating the motion of their bodies. "Are you ready, my love?" "Yes," groaned Claude. "Then it is time," she whispered. They were so connected; she didn't even wait for Claude to release. She reached down into his system and unlatched the gate blocking his white lively fluid. On the next spasm of his cock, the first huge gush arrived. She was so aware of it; she could physically feel the blast splash against her elevated cervix. The hot fluid spurned on her own penultimate climax. "Yes, Claude, yes," she moaned. "Give me more!" He complied with her wishes and that blast was followed by another and another. She gripped so hard at the sheets that she actually tore handfuls of fabric from it. The feeling of her son's beautiful cum and his massive cock inside of her gave her infinite pleasure. His manhood retreated, then slid in again, sloshing into the growing pool of seed. With Jacob, she had asked, but now she ordered directly: Claude's cock shrank down to its standard, impressive stiffness. She clamped herself tightly around the base, but kept room in her chamber for even more of his semen to pour within. "More," she moaned. "Give mama as much as you can, and even more after that." "Anything for you, mother," he groaned. Wave after wave after wave gushed into her and it still wasn't enough. She was ravenous and there was only one thing that would satiate her hunger. His seed was filling the very place where his life had taken shape and that knowledge seemed to spurn her pleasure on. "More," she moaned. "More, my darling." He urged his system on, doing his best to milk every drop he could. With one final scream of pleasure, he poured the last he could and fell on top of her, panting with exhaustion. "Well done, my lover," she murmured into his ear. "Very well done." A few moments later, he started to get up. "Where are you going?" she asked. "Water," he moaned. "I'm dying of thirst." "Oh, don't go," she implored him. "Stay here, inside of me." "But..." "Come here, my boy," she purred. "I'll quench your thirst." She pushed his mouth down to the place they both enjoyed. His lips pulled hungrily at her breast and she gasped as the stimulation brought a final wave of climax through her system. "So good," she murmured. "So, so good." His parched throat eased, Claude lay down and they adjusted their bodies in a way that they could sleep comfortably while Claude still stayed inside of her. Claude, justifiably, surrendered to sleep within a few seconds. For Frederique, however, the warm comfort of sleep would descend more slowly. As she lay with her son-now-mate-and-lover in her arms, she realized she couldn't recall a time when she had ever been so peaceful and happy. She was full of life. Her body was singing with the universe in ways she had never felt. Her lover's cock was still pulsing and hard within her. Glowing within her womb was an effervescent pool of life. Closing her eyes, she could envision the blue glow of life teeming within her belly. These seeds of life were slowly dying, but as they did, each cell fired off a burst into her body, passing on its energy to her grateful system. Tiny though it was, she felt her system reinvigorated by each flash. She knew this would be a thirst that would never be quenched. The seed of her mates would forever be a touchstone of existence. They would feed her and she would feed them; their bodies would sustain each other. Her eyelids finally began to drift closed. Her mind reached out once more in search of her other mates. Her sisters smiled in their sleep at feeling her touch. The cocks of the other males stiffened at the gentle caress of her thoughts. She fell asleep in Claude's strong arms, her son's cock still buried within her. * * * * 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.