13 comments/ 11368 views/ 37 favorites The Afflicted Ch. 22 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. * * * * TWO MONTHS LATER The Seven had set up a permanent residence in the Governor's Chamber. In truth it wasn't a simple chamber but a suite of rooms that provided ample space while also allowing for privacy (though that need wasn't all that high). Their lovemaking had been frequent and wonderful. The women's bodies had become even more stunning and the men's physiques had followed suit. They had discovered that there were limits to what their bodies could do... the hyper-tumescence allowed the young men to expand to over 15 inches, but not much more. The women's bodies could only accommodate them so far, and after that there was no room regardless of how flexible or expandable their new interiors were. Nobody was complaining. On this day, the boys were near Cape Town, South Africa. On a jump to Hawaii, they had discovered something called surfing and it was now their mission to travel at least one day out of the week to discover new places to surf. Though they could now travel by day, they found that surfing at night gave them greater anonymity. With their long wooden boards, they popped in and out all over the globe. Martin was currently working on inventing a lighter type of board with a hollow interior. This evening, the boys were reveling beneath the moonlight at Cape, St. Francis, where the waves seemed to never end. At the same time, Frederique was visiting the lovely Cora, who needed counsel now and again on adjusting to the ways of the Afflicted. "You three!" shouted Aimée's voice in the boys' minds. "We need you home. Now!" "In a little while," complained Claude. "This is the perfect spot, and..." "I don't give a damn about it; you have all of eternity to get better at this surfing thing. This is important. Get back here, NOW!" Her tone left no room for argument. The boys grabbed their boards and deplaced to a freshwater stream to rinse the saltwater from them, then back to the Governor's chamber. Frederique, too, had received an anxious call from Abby, but the empath would not reveal what it was about. She excused herself from Cora and jumped back to their home in Dougga. She arrived to find Aimée standing with hands-on-hips, confronting Claude. "How could you?" shouted Aimée. "How could I what?" asked Claude. "I have no idea what you are going on about." Frederique tried to reach out and discover the source of Aimée's irritation, but she was met with a steel door in her daughter's mind. "Come with me!" said Aimée, giving an angry nod of her head for the young men and Frederique to follow her. They walked into what had been the governor's office and were met by quite a crowd. Galen was there with Colette, as were Pasteur and Jeannie. Palo stood with Seiko, both of them beaming, seated quietly in chairs to one side were Jessamine, Monshellen (Glennis's egg mother), and Brana. Their moods were hard to read. Glennis and Abby were seated on the other side with folded arms and fairly angry expressions. "Would you mind telling us what's going on?" asked Jacob. "Sit!" screamed Aimée. Abby pointed to three separate chairs. The boys did not argue and sat down fearfully. They had never seen such rage in Aimée, at least not since their mating. Frederique went to sit with the girls and put a soothing hand to Aimée's arm. "Now then, dear. What is this about?" "Well, mother," said Aimée through gritted teeth. "How do you feel about being a stepmother... and a grandmother? I suppose that's what it means if you look at it accurately." "Stepmother?" "Yes, our virile young men there have conspired to sire some children! One apiece." "What?" said Frederique. She had an inscrutable look of puzzlement on her face. "Do you mean, you, my sisters?" "No! It's not us," said Abby. "It's them." She pointed an accusing finger at Jessamine, Monshellen, and Brana. The three blushed, but didn't look all that ashamed. There was actually more an air of pride in their eyes. "Them, but..." "It turns out your new cells are more deviously clever than even I could have foreseen," said Galen. "I never would have predicted that your hybrid cells would be compatible with an Afflicted woman's, nor an Elder's. However, the seed of these young men doesn't seem to care much for my opinion of cellular structure or whether they are technically another species. Those little swimmers had a job to do, and they did it." "When did this happen?" asked Frederique. "At the liaisongangen," said Monshellen, shyly. The lovely blond woman from the Elder race was blushing fiercely and could not look up to meet their eyes. "Madame Villepreux-Power has confirmed mine to be Martin's child. I coupled with Martin just the once, but it seems that is all it took." "What about you two?" said Frederique to Brana and Jessamine. "Didn't you use the precaution?" "Of course I did..." said Brana, but there was a hesitation in her voice. "Well, I did with everyone else. Claude was my last at the gathering and I didn't bother because of what Galen had said." "It was similar with me," said Jessamine. "Jacob was my last after many men. I still remember floating there in the water with his warm seed inside of me. It felt so nice it didn't even occur to me to use the precaution." "How could you do this!?" Aimée demanded of the young men. "Now Aimée, I think you know very well how we did it," said Jacob. "Don't you get smart with me, Jacob," said Aimée. The other two girls were just as flummoxed, but they were reacting differently. Abby, with her innate empathy was reacting to the pride she sensed in the three pregnant women while also wrestling with the odd mix of happiness and jealousy in her own mind. She was certainly overjoyed that her mates were going to be having children, but there was that part of her that wished she might have been the first to bear a child with one of them... especially Jacob. Glennis was more accepting of the fact. Perhaps because she came from a race that had been mostly childless, to see her egg-mother flushed with the pride of motherhood was joyous in its own right. Most visibly shaken, was Frederique. Abby sensed it and she went to her bloodsister's side. "Frederique, what is it? What bothers you so?" "I need to talk with Galen, and the other doctors. Please, come with me sisters." The beautiful warrior stood and walked to a private bedchamber, not even looking to assure that the others followed. They did. The boys were left to offer clumsy congratulations to the Afflicted women who were now bearing their children. In the bedroom, they shut the door. "Throw up a block," said Frederique to Abby. "I want to be sure the boys do not know what we discuss in here." "Of course, Frederique," said Abby calmly. The empath threw up a mental shield and they were isolated within the room. "Now, what is bothering you, Frederique," asked Galen. Frederique brushed tears from her eyes. "I... I was with child," she said. "At the liaisongangen I took each of my new mates to a bed and I welcomed their seed within me. I was determined to have children as soon as possible. I even bade my body to release three eggs and I felt each one take life. I was certain that in nine months' time I would be delivering triplets, one from each father. Yet, by the next morning I could not feel the life there anymore. Just as quickly as I was with child, it was gone... and don't question me on this, doctors. I know what happened." "I believe you," said Galen. "Then what is it? Has something gone wrong? Will these new bodies of ours never bear children?" "Hush," said Galen. "I could never see that happening. As full of life as you are, I am truly surprised that the four of you aren't already pregnant, even with the precaution. Let me examine you and we will find out the truth." They laid Frederique back on the bed and her clothing was removed. Four doctors laid hands upon her and their minds examined every aspect of her reproductive system. Galen, Jeannie, Colette, and Pasteur all put their profound knowledge to use and examined every aspect of her system. They looked for almost a quarter hour and then stepped aside for a conference. With such serious matters, none of the women felt it was in order to eavesdrop. At last, Galen stepped forward with a calm smile on his face. "First, Frederique, you must know that nothing horrible happened when the fertilized eggs did not grow. At this very moment, all throughout the world, countless women have conceived, their bodies have determined the pregnancy isn't viable, and the fertilized ova has been reabsorbed into the body. It is the body's natural way and it happens far more often than you think. You were simply aware of conceiving, is all." Jeannie picked up the thread of conversation. "For you, we are fairly certain what happened." She looked at all four of the women. "You are all continuing to change. Though your initial transformation was abrupt and dramatic, it is no simple thing for a body to alter itself to the very core. For the young men, they produce their seed at a rapid rate and within one or two ejaculations, they had cleansed their systems of mere Afflicted sperm cells and were soon producing 'new' sperm cells that echo the cellular code of your kind." Pasteur spoke next. "However, women's bodies are different. When we re-awoke the reproductive systems of the Elders, it was just that, waking their bodies up again. With you, there were still several developed cells in your bodies that retained your old genetic code. For whatever reason, your altered systems have decided to wait. It seems they wish to wait until you are producing cells that are absolutely and undeniably encoded with your new form before they will allow conception." "You speak of our bodies as if they are intelligent," said Abby. "That they have minds of their own." "In a way, they do," agreed Colette. "You are unlike any creatures that have ever existed." Aimée was still full of angry jealousy. "But, why didn't the bodies of those women out there reject the pregnancy?" "Because their bodies are not as smart," said Galen patiently. "To them, these fertilized eggs are not only good enough, but superior. In truth, I wouldn't doubt it if the fertilized eggs were 'smart' enough to send masking signals to their systems to assure that their bodies don't reject them." Aimée was about to complain some more. "Aimée," Galen said calmly. "Before you continue down this trail of juvenile jealousy, I want to remind you that you have been aware of your mates taking many women to bed, even in your relatively young life. It is unbecoming to show such emotions just because these three lovely women are now with child by them. While I have stated before that I wasn't all that concerned about the genetic problems of such a small gene pool because of how smart your systems are. At the same time, as a scientist I am far from displeased that there will be more diversity to choose from for the sake of your children. For example, Monshellen now carries a child that is quite likely a girl. She will be Martin's daughter. Imagine if you ever have a son by Jacob or Claude. There will be a wonderful mate waiting for him when he is grown." "When?" said Frederique in a quiet voice. She had sat up and was now hugging her knees to her chest. "When might we conceive? One year? Two years? A hundred? When you spoke of the Elders, you spoke of thousands of egg cells waiting." "Hundreds of follicles, actually," said Colette. "Follicles become egg cells. By our reckoning, only a handful of your old egg cells remain and we see the new follicles awaiting. It will be soon, my dear. Very soon. I would wager within the year." * * * * The three women were moved to Dougga. It had seemed proper that the mothers of this new race would be near the founders until they delivered. Sean was the only mate involved, since Brana and Monshellen were unmated. Sean was kept rather busy. Brana, Monshellen, and Jessamine experienced no morning sickness, but massive amounts of pregnancy hormones and the attached libido. Claude, Jacob, and Martin were otherwise occupied with the needs of their four mates. Once the other women started showing, Galen postulated that 'genetic competition' kicked in for Frederique and her bloodsisters. Whatever it was, the boys got little rest. At last, the day arrived. Monshellen went into labor first, but Brana and Jessamine followed soon after. The doctors were called, but many midwives arrived as well. Everyone wanted to be involved on such a momentous occasion. The deliveries were flawless. A few hours later, the Seven were gathered in a room where Brana held Claude's dusky-skinned baby girl on her chest, Monshellen was nursing Martin's fair young boy, and Jessamine was comforting a whimpering redheaded little girl who already looked very much like her Aunt Abby. Frederique, Abby, Aimée, and Glennis cooed over each of the babies with adoring eyes. Palo also arrived. He and Seiko were already making plans on how they would spoil his first granddaughter. "Still upset?" asked Abby of Aimée, nudging her gently with her shoulder. "Of course not," said Aimée. "Look at those darlings." Abby gave her a warning glance and nodded toward Frederique. She was looking at the babies with absolutely love. How couldn't she? They were the children of her mates, after all. However, mixed in that same gaze was desire. It had been nine months now since she had wished to conceive. Though she had gone over 500 years before having children the first time, once she'd made up her mind to start anew, the wish had been burning in her breast. Though she had all of the time in the world, she was the one most aware of how harsh fate could be. Though they seemed to be invincible, she had lost her first husband before they had children. She was determined not to let it happen again. At the end of the examination, Pasteur examined each of the babies carefully, looking at the most basic cellular level. He smiled to the Seven. "They are indeed of your kind. Their cells bear your code down to the last strand. You are no longer the Seven, but the Ten. We're going to have to find a better name for your race." * * * * Elsewhere, far to the south of them, Ken was watching the stars outside of his simple hut high on the slopes of Mount Kilimanjaro. Since being banished by his people, he had spent some time among the Afflicted, but enjoyed the peace of the stars for the most part. Glennis would reach out to him every couple of weeks, but he always assured her that he was doing well and needed nothing. A moment before, a shooting star had burned across the horizon, seeming to almost pierce the Pleiades. Ken smiled. It was the sign. The prophecy had foretold he would walk alone for four and twenty turns. Translated, that meant that one of the girls just born was destined for him. When she turned twenty-four, Ken would have his mate and he would never be alone again. For most people, that would seem like an interminable time. For someone born to the Elders, it would feel like hardly any time at all. Besides, Ken had a great many more stars to study. * * * * Brana's daughter was named Hajar, after Palo's grandmother. Martin and Monshellen's son was named Pwellstosn, meaning 'new sun' in the Elder's language, and Jacob and Jessamine's daughter was called Tara to honor Sean's Irish heritage. The Elder's petitioned to have Monshellen return to their valley to raise Pwellstosn. Though there were already almost thirty babies on the way among their kind, they felt it would do their people good to hear the cries of a baby once more echoing among their homes. Brana would not be returning to her duties in the dorms, except in an advisory capacity, and the Council felt that her presence in the New York community with a child of the new race would also be a very wise move in terms of good will. As for Sean and Jessamine, they truly felt like family and it was decided that they would raise young Tara in Dougga with the help of the Seven. In truth, where the children were raised didn't matter. Any member of the Seven could now deplace at will and would be able to visit the children at a moment's notice. When the children turned a month old, goodbyes were said and tears were shed, but it felt right that their children were already spreading out into the world. Galen and company were there for the leave-taking and pronounced the babies stunningly healthy and in capable hands. After they left, he did a cursory examination of the Seven. The young men didn't take long, but he did dwell a bit on the women, especially Frederique. "So?" she asked, intrigued at how long he had taken. He just chuckled in an almost evil laugh. "Prepare yourself for some surprises." "What does that mean?" asked Frederique. "Let's just say that your new race perhaps isn't as 'civilized' as I initially thought." "What does that mean?" she asked in an exasperated tone. Galen would say no more and a moment later he winked out with Bullet, offering no further explanation. * * * * Three days passed in business-as-usual fashion. They made love often and continued exploring the world. For the five former Afflicted, it was especially wonderful since their new forms were no longer averse or harmed by sunlight. It was quite an adventure to be able to explore a world they had only known by moonlight. Galen's cryptic comments hovered above them though, making them wonder at his meaning. On the fourth day, the meaning became incredibly clear. Frederique had gone off to visit Monshellen and little 'Sunny' as they called him, when she got a rather fierce message from Aimée. "Mother, stay away," growled her daughter's voice in her head. "What do you mean? Are you in danger?" "No danger," Aimée replied. "Not for me, but I can't vouch what I'll do to you if you interfere with what I'm going to do with Claude." "Oh... very well, daughter," she said, perplexed. Frederique reached out with her mind to try and contact her other mates and get some explanation. However, she was met with a wall of lusty obsession. Her mental connection was always a bit stronger with her 'sisters' as they called each other. So, she tried Glennis first. "Just try and find me," was the topmost thought in Glennis's mind. The fair girl's emotions were a mix of challenge and longing. Challenge, because she didn't want this to be easy... longing, because she wanted something, or someone, very badly." "Oh, I will," growled a voice that sounded like Martin's. Next, Frederique reached out to Abby. "You'll have to catch me first," snarled the redhead's inner voice. "And I'm not going to let you. I'll neverforgive you for what you did with Jessamine." Frederique contemplated what she was hearing. All three of her blood-sisters were evading their prime mates and the boys' thoughts were so lustful, so one-dimensional, that she couldn't decipher much more than 'mine' as the primary thought in her male mates' minds. She tried to get a fix on them, but it proved impossible. Between jumping, flying, and plain running, it seemed that the girls were hopping all over the planet to evade their partners. The Afflicted Ch. 22 She jumped back to the Governor's Chamber and was aware of a strange scent. She could not place it, but suddenly what she was witnessing called to mind a very familiar scenario. In her life she had witnessed many animals mating, and the emotions her mates were emitting was shockingly similar to the mating dance she had witnessed between Lions and Wolves. The male had to prove himself, either by fighting off a competitor, or by plain and simply catching her... if he could. Was this what Galen had meant? At about the same moment that she realized this, a flurry of indescribable emotions suddenly took hold of her system. "Damned right they should have to catch us," she cursed. "They think they're good enough for us. Fuck that. They'll never be good enough, those cheating bastards. You show them, sisters!" In hindsight, she would realize it was the pheromones in their quarters that flipped her mind into an animal-like state. That didn't matter at the moment though, for the next hour she would find herself pacing back and forth in the Governor's Chamber, monitoring the events of her mates from afar as well as she could. * * * * Glennis had jumped to the valley, to Palo and Seiko's mansion, and to the mine at Seven Mile Canyon. Martin had been in hot pursuit but she had stayed a jump ahead of him. This time, she materialized in the narrow cavern directly behind Havasu Falls in the Grand Canyon. As soon as she did, she wiped her mind clean of any thoughts. She sensed Martin's arrival, but kept her mind as empty as she could. She knew he was standing in the water beyond the falls but did not try to find out any more. Because of the strong mineral content in the water, it shielded her from his detection. "Where are you my little whore?" he growled. Sweet, gentle, Martin who was the last to use such words was possibly the most effected by the mating stage the girls had passed into. "You think you'll have Jacob, or Claude, well you're wrong. You're mine and if either of them tries to take you I'll stop every cell in their systems until I've had my way with you and your tight little cunt." Glennis's breathing quickened at the hungry tone of his thoughts. She was the most 'saucy' of the group and to hear Martin going on like this... to claim his dominance and ownership of her... the juices in her pussy were practically flowing already. She could just see his silhouette through the curtain of water she was hiding behind. She knew she shouldn't say anything if she wanted to evade him again... but did she really want to do that. "What if I want Claude?" she teased. "He might be a much better father to my child." She saw the shadow of Martin turn toward the falls. She sensed his rage and jealousy... and it made her glad. She wanted him angry... but she didn't want him quite yet. Martin watched as her lithe figure suddenly ripped through the falling water and up into the air. "Come down here!" he cried. With a flip of his hand, he gestured for her to fall and she came splashing down into the deep pool beyond him. "Fuck you!" she cried when she came up spluttering and treading water. "Soon," growled Martin. "I will be fucking you soon." "Not likely!" she yelled back. At that moment, she envisioned the warehouse back in New York and prepared to jump. Yet, when she tried she suddenly found herself blocked. "A little trick I learned from your kind," said Martin. "If you're going to get away from me now, it won't be by deplacing." Glennis tried to fly, but was too bogged down by the water. Flying not being her primary gift, it was sometimes more difficult. So, she started swimming for the opposite shore in long strokes. She climbed out of the water and started walking up the bank. She knew she would soon be dry enough to fly. Suddenly, everything slowed. As she tried to move her leg, she felt it suddenly go numb. It was something like when her leg fell asleep due to resting in an odd position. Then, her other leg froze and she found herself standing like a statue, absolutely paralyzed. "You thought you would run, did you?" said Martin over the roar of the water. She was frozen, turned away from him, but his voice was now at her ear. She thrilled at the feel of his nearness. "Are you mine?" his voice rasped in her mind. "Never." His hand rubbed over her ass through her wet dress. "I'll repeat the question," he said. "Are you mine?" He lifted the wet fabric and caressed her cold buttocks. She would have moaned, had she any control of her body. "Go fuck yourself!" "Why would I do that, my mate, when I can do it to you?" She would have protested, but could only stand in numb silence as her dress disappeared from her body, then reappeared to fall in a splat on the rocks beside them. She felt his hands on her body... felt him spreading her legs apart and then bending her body over to place her hands on the bank above her. She might as well have been a store mannequin, the way he was manipulating her. Her breathing quickened and her heart started beating strongly. Her eyes were the only things she could control and all she could see was his shadow. Slowly, she saw the motions of him removing his shirt and trousers, and saw them fall down beside her dress. She breathed even more quickly on seeing him approach behind her. His shadow turned and she would have swallowed if she could on seeing the added appendage in his silhouette. She heard him step closer and would have whimpered if she could have. His warm, round head pressed up against her enflamed labia. "Please," she moaned in his mind. "Please, what?" he replied. "Please, take me. Make me yours. Make me your mate, your lover, your whore. Fill me with your seed and make me with-child." He pushed slowly into her; his cock intruded perhaps an inch into her already glistening tunnel. Though there were no words, her moan of ecstasy reverberated in his head and her inner gasp at him stopping almost made him chuckle. "Please, my Martin," she moaned. "You have caught me, now make me yours." He released her head, but nothing more. He slid in another inch. "Yesss..." she hissed at feeling him go further. She turned over her shoulder to see his lusty smile. "Are you mine?" he asked. "You know I am," she panted. "Now please, please, please, stick that cock in me all the way." "Like this?" he asked as he thrust entirely within her. "Oh God, yes!" she yelped. Even over the water, her voice echoed against the rocks. Martin released her body and she pushed back into him. She bent her supple back and reached back over her shoulder to wrap a hand around his head. "Take me, Martin," she moaned. "You've caught me, now take what's yours." Their bodies began a slow, insistent rhythm and she yelped as his cock expanded within her. * * * * Aimée was livid. She had awoken from their nap to the feeling of Claude nuzzling her neck, his cock nestled between her ass cheeks and pushing insistently. How dare he? This... this bastard who had gotten Brana with child. This Oedipus who had slept with their mother... who had let their motherservice him before turning to Aimée. "Get away from me, Claude," she growled angrily. "Come on, Aimée," he insisted. "No, I'm not in the mood." "Since when are you not in the mood?" she said, teasingly. It was true, she had never denied him, not in their time on the Siren, and certainly not since they were mated. He flipped her around and pinned her playfully to the mattress. "Since, right now!" Her hand escaped his grasp and he was met with a stinging slap to his face. The next thing he knew he was grappling with empty air. "You'll need to catch me to prove you deserve me." These words sounded in his mind. The voice definitely belonged to Aimée, but he could not tell where she was. This was unusual in itself. Generally, the Seven were aware of every other partner's location regardless of distance. For Aimée to be so hidden meant that she was intentionally blocking them. Claude was off on his search. The dorms, the fort, Seven Mile Canyon, and so on. It was during his search that Aimée warned her mother off. After searching in perhaps twenty places, Claude had a sudden moment of inspiration. He knew where he could find her, and how he was going to make her pay. Her slap had awakened something in him. She was no longer his mate, she was his prey, and his goal was to dominate her in ways she would never forget. * * * * Aimée was hovering. She was high over the Atlantic as near to the spot as she could possibly get. It was where she and Claude had almost taken each other. There were few clouds this day, and she hovered there in the sunlight, looking down at relatively calm ocean. She could not explain her emotions, other than that she was livid with Claude. Yes, Brana was part of the picture, but for the most part she had this odd primal anger that he would assume she was his. Illogical, yes. She was arguably the more randy of the two. But something had snapped in her mind that morning and it was something that she could not seem to reason with. She would This was what Galen had sensed. When he had last looked into Frederique's system, he had noticed some profound changes. Yes, their bodies were the most sophisticated, efficient and amazing organisms he had ever examined. When viewed in terms of technology, it was like the human body was the stone wheel, the Afflicted body was a horse drawn cart, and the Seven were flying machines which were yet to be invented. However, when he looked into Frederique he saw marvelous cocktail of hormones. As sophisticated as they were, there was a mating cycle coming upon the seven that was not that different from a cat or dog in heat, or another wild animal. He wasn't sure how the mating frenzy would manifest itself, but he was certain it wouldn't be civilized. That was exactly what was happening to the first pair. Like a lioness or a she-wolf, both Glennis and Aimée were determined that their mate should have to fight to claim their bodies. Aimée remained suspended in the air. Though she was angry, she was also aroused in ways she'd never felt. Her pussy was practically dripping with lubrication and her breasts felt like they were on fire from the need to have a man's lips upon them. She heard a whistle and couldn't quite pinpoint it. She turned to the West... and it was too late. Claude came ripping through the air with the speed of a falcon and collided with her before she could deplace. "Let me go," she growled between her teeth as the two of them began plummeting toward the ocean. Her hand lashed out and swiped at his cheek. Four angry trails of blood followed where she scratched him, but rather than drive him away it only served to make him more determined. "What right have you?" he growled back. "We are mated, this is my right!" They continued tumbling. "What right? You don't deserve anything, yet. Do you think because you can pour your seed into the belly of someone of another kind that gives you the right to take me?" Still, they were falling. Claude was blocking her from deplacing and had her hands pulled tightly into his. Though she tried kicking, he pulled her in tight to him. She could feel his enflamed, angry cock pushing into her hip. "I have every right," he snarled. "No, you don't!" The ocean approached at an alarming rate. He pulled her into a rough kiss and cursed when he came away with a bleeding lip from where she bit him. Though she was strong, she could only keep him from her. She knew she couldn't escape. "I'll fuck you right here," he cursed. "I'll take you in the air, as I did so long ago." "You will never do that!" she retorted between clenched teeth. The ocean was almost there. Though they were invincible, they would doubtless be injured when they hit. "Claude!" she suddenly cried out, seeing that they were within moments of smacking into the salty water. SPLASH! The world went dark and they did crash into water, but it wasn't salty. Aimée came spluttering up from the foamy bubbles and took in her surroundings. It was their pool back in Morocco. It was the place they had spent countless hours in, in the innocence of their youth. Claude was sitting at the edge of the pool with an angry look on his face. The scratches she had left were nearly healed over. "How did we get here?" she gasped, momentarily forgetting her anger because of the sudden shock. "I took us here," he said in calm but menacing tones. "And don't try to deplace. I switched on a dampener that Martin installed last week." He dropped into the water and started wading toward her. "Now Claude," she said, softly in a tone she hoped would soothe him. "You seem upset. Let's talk through this." "There's nothing to talk about," he said. "There's no sort of talk that can solve this problem." He had reached her and he yanked her to him. His arms felt like iron as he crushed her body to his and pulled her into a lip-bruising kiss. "Why here?" she murmured. The fight had gone out of her. "I've been thinking," he said. "All of that wasted time. Why did it take awakening on the Siren for me to take you? Mother and father were often busy with their own diversions when we lived here. How many times could I have taken you in this very pool?" "Father would have known," she whispered. "And this was before, remember? This was before he was accepting of the needs of The Afflicted." Claude's massive member was poised at her entrance. She couldn't deny him any longer. "But who would have told him?" Claude whispered in her ear. "He would have only known if we'd have told him. Would you have told him, sister?" He pushed into her. She whimpered from pleasure. "I..." started Aimée. "Would you?" He slid another three inches in. Aimée felt as though her entire body was being filled with his cock. "No, brother," she mewed. "I wish... I wish we would have known how beautiful this was. I would have let you take me every... mmmfff... every day. Every night... every time father's back was turned, I would have given myself to you." "That's better," said Claude, burying himself entirely in her hungry cunt. "You do need me, don't you?" "So... much," she purred. The slowly raised up out of the water and he slid in even deeper. Then, with his masterful control over his body, he let loose one long, steaming burst of cum into her inner chamber. The energy and pleasure that shot through her body caused her eyes to roll back in her head and a desperate moan to bubble from her throat. "What are you?" he growled. "Your cumslut," she purred. "I'm your horny, desperate, slutty, cumslut of a sister." "What else are you?" he rumbled into her ear. "I'm... I'm the mother of your future child." "That's right!" he roared. His cock slammed into her so hard she saw stars. Her hips reacted in kind and they began to fuck in earnest. * * * * Abby awoke and sensed that something was amiss with her bloodsisters, but she was too preoccupied with her own worries to pay attention. Jacob was awoken by a tearful Abby. "Jacob, don't you love me?" she whispered. "I... what?" he asked. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked at her in confusion. "Abby, of course I do. How can you ask that?" "If you really love me, why didn't you take me back in the mountain?" "Because it was against the law," said Jacob. "We were already playing with fire. If we had taken each other as mates before they found us, we could have been executed by the Council." "Excuses, excuses," she said. "I just don't understand. You're my brother and my mate. We wasted all of that time when we could have been mates." "But, even beyond the Council, we wouldn't have our other mates now if we had... and we would have lost the war against Arnet and the Elders would have eradicated the Afflicted. Do you need more reasons?" "Those reasons don't matter. We also wouldn't have had your damned bastard girl by Jessamine if we'd have been mated." "Please don't speak of Tara that way," said Jacob. "She's the most beautiful child you could ever see, you say so yourself." "I... I still just don't understand. That day, you had me captive. You could have tied me to that wonderful chair and had your way with me in every way imaginable. You could have placed your teeth to my neck, or my breasts, and known me as a mate forever. You must not love me, or you would have." Jacob was also upset. He was also succumbing to the illogic of this new mating phase, as well as responding to his empath sister's emotions. "I wished I would have," he sighed. "I can't tell you how many nights I laid awake in the dorms. After they separated us, I stroked myself endlessly, always fantasizing about what if I'd taken you that time." "Mmm... really?" she said, somewhat mollified. "Oh yes. Remember the chair with the restraints? I would have done it there. I would have bound your hands and feet and I would have bit your neck while I was fucking you senseless." "Would have," sobbed Abby, the emotions returning again. "But you didn't!" Whumph! Abby was suddenly lying on cold leather cushions. The surroundings were familiar, but somewhat removed. It was like a sense of déjà vu, like she'd been there, but not in this way. She was so busy looking around; she didn't even notice the restraints being placed on her wrists. "Where is this?" she pondered. "You don't know?" asked Jacob's voice. She looked up. There was his charming face. This was all so familiar, the smells, the sounds... but there was something not right about it. Her mind was so foggy, so confused, none of this made sense. Leather cuffs were now tied on her ankles and she was held with her legs wide. "Where... how...?" she murmured. Then, for the first time in months, she borrowed someone else's eyes. Suddenly, she was looking down at herself through her brother's eyes. Yes, now it all made sense. They were back in the mountain safe room, where they had been captive for many months. This was the very place she'd just been talking about... and seeing it through Jacob's eyes, this was the very position they'd been talking about. "Oh, Jacob, we... ooonnfff!" His cock glided into her and she gave an involuntary scream. "Is this what you wanted?" he said. "You wished that I would have taken you like this?" "No... I mean yes... I mean, oh fuck Jacob!" He rammed fully into her. She longed to wrap her legs around his waist but she couldn't. They were tied to the stirrups in the sex chair they had spent many hours in. "You were saying you wish I would have taken you as a mate?" "I... I did, but we already are. Ooh, yes, Jacob. Drink from me. Taste me. Taste my milk. It's all for you, my brother, my lover. All for you." Jacob sucked hungrily at her breasts and with each sip he felt stronger and more aroused. "Just think... mmmfff, Jacob, mmmfff," she moaned between thrusts. "We might still be here today. Mated and just fucking each other, not knowing anything else in the world." "Well, I can't make you my mate again," he said, thrusting his growing manhood into her. "But I can bind you to me further." "You can?" she said. "But how?" He thrust again and let a hot burst coat her insides. He waited for her to catch on to his meaning. The Afflicted Ch. 22 "Oh!" she said suddenly. "Yes, my Jacob. Do it. Let us create a new life together." * * * * The Havasu Tribe had many mystical tales around the falls, but none came close to those told in the next few months after Martin and Glennis chose that location. Just as Martin had started fucking Glennis from behind, a young Havasu couple had approached the lower pools with similar intentions. However, upon hearing the pleasured cries echoing through the canyon, they were sure that there were angry (or aroused) spirits nearby and chose elsewhere to pursue their own pleasures. Martin took Glennis from behind at first. They had been standing on the bank of the falls and she'd been able to put her hands on the bank and provide the perfect angle to let him plunder her deeply with each and every stroke. He had cum once, but now she found a grassy spot on the bank to let him take her in a way that she could see his face. Her naughty vocabulary had returned with a vengeance. "Come on. Fuck that pussy. Fuck that pussy, Martin. Fill me with that big cock. Fill every part of my cunt with that big tool. Come! On!" Martin responded in kind. "You sound like you need it, my slut," he growled. "Do you need that big fuckstick filling you up? Does my little whore need a cock? Does she?" "So... much," she grunted. Martin pulled all the way out and let his cock expand a full inch before he began the next thrust. Glennis's squeal came out in a high-pitched animalistic tone as she felt his expanded cock push into nerves that sang throughout her entire body. "Oh, Martin... please. Again! Fill my cunt again!" Martin complied and made her squeal once more. His long, deep strokes soon had her gasping and her gutter vocabulary left her because she could not utter the words any longer. Her feet wrapped around his waist and pulled him into her with each thrust. Her hands held his face as she looked up at the mate who was fucking her... rutting her... taking her like the animal she had become. All she could feel was his cock splitting her open. All she could see were his hungry eyes, looking down at her with an undeniable sense of ownership. All she could hear was the ragged breathing in her mouth, the pounding of her heart in her chest, and her lovers' deep groans. The next climax caught her entirely by surprise. Her back arched and her hands grasped. Had there been sheets below them, they would have surely been shredded. As it was, she came up with handfuls of grass and sand as her hips bucked and her pussy tightened around his massive shaft, sucking at it for what it needed. "Now!" she cried. Her mouth could not form the words, but her brain was able to beg him to fill her. Martin fell down upon her and cried his own scream as cock unleashed what was surely the most violent orgasm of his young life. She was crushed beneath his weight, but even that brought comfort as she felt his cock begin pumping hot and slick streams of seed into her. His hips rocked back and forth, helping him shoot more and more... and more cum into her which she welcomed with moans and tears. "Yes, my Martin. Yes!" When he finished, she felt his sweat pouring down on her. "Where did that come from?" he gasped. It had already been five minutes, but he was just getting his breath back. "I don't know, but I liked it," she giggled. He started to remove himself, but she stopped him. "No, darling. Stay inside of me. Fuck me again. Fuck me as many times as you like, but don't let a drop of you spill out of me. Not one drop." * * * * Claude and Aimée had settled into a deck chair beside the pool in Morocco. She was astride him with both feet on the ground and she was riding the full length of his elongated cock for all she was worth. The echoes of their fucking were reverberating across the tiled room. "Every day," she whispered. "I would have had you down here every day when we lived here." It was a fantasy, of course. They hadn't ever thought of each other in such a way until they awakened, but it was certainly good fodder for fantasizing about what they might have done. Claude had cum twice within her already, and the cum-buzz had her feeling practically drunk. He, too, was somewhat intoxicated from the delicious milk she had been feeding him throughout their session. She continued riding up and down his slickened pole. "Are you still jealous of Brana?" he asked. "Hmm... a little," she mused. "I can't explain it, either, because I love her as a sister, and I love my little niece desperately." "What about Mother?" he asked. "Or Abby or Glennis?" "I can't explain it," she said. "But we are so connected; I find it impossible to be jealous of them. That would be like being jealous of myself, or part of myself, anyway." "So... you wouldn't have objected if mother would have caught us fucking down here and then joined us?" "Well... I wouldn't have been jealous, but I might have been envious. I mean, it's not like 18-year-old me could compete with that body." "You had pluses of your own, sister," he moaned between thrusts. "And now, your body is so stunning I could never say which of you is more amazing." She sank down on his shaft and groaned upon feeling him fill so much of her insides. "Thank you, Claude," she murmured. "I'm sorry I was so crazy earlier. I don't know what came over me." "That's alright," said Claude. "I was a bit possessed, myself." "It's funny," she said. "All I could think about was getting with child. That was the only thought on my mind." "And now?" he asked. "Not so much," she said. "The only way I can describe it is that I would not complain if I got pregnant, but I'm not sure it is time yet. I was caught up in the heat of the moment, but I wouldn't mind a few more years before I take that leap." "Pity," said Claude. "Because I was ready. "I know, love," she whispered in his ear. "But be patient. Besides, I'm not the only one you might get with child today." She rose up on his cock then fell down with a moan. "Now fuck me, brother," she growled, "fuck your sister senseless and fill her up with that delicious cum." Claude did just that. The finish came rather suddenly. Faster and faster, she dropped down on him and he thrust into her. Soon, his hips were a blur of motion and as she screamed he grabbed her waist and let his cum shoot upward. The orgasm that followed left them both dizzy and exhausted. * * * * Jacob had been fucking Abby for forty-five solid minutes. He had started with a slow, steady rhythm and all he had done since was slowly increase the pace. Abby had experience two 'identifiable' orgasms, but the last fifteen minutes had been one solid plateau of pleasure that she had no choice but to surrender to. "Jacob," she whispered. "Jacob." She said about louder. "Jacob!" He finally paused and had to shake his head to remember where he was. "Oh, Abby. I... I didn't... wow, how long have we been going?" "Quite a while," she whispered. "Jacob, do you... do you want to? I know what I said, but we were caught up in some sort of frenzy. Are you ready for this? For what we might do?" "I have only dreamed of it since we became mates," he said softly. "Of course I'm ready." "Me too," she said. "So get me out of this contraption and take me to the bed. If we're going to make a baby, let's do it right." He released her and then scooped her up into his arms. Laying her down gently into the bed, he climbed atop her and buried his rod deeply inside of her one more time. "Now, Jacob," she whispered. "Let us remember our parents. Let's make the grandchild they never got to see." * * * * All this while, Frederique had been waiting as patiently as she could. She could sense her mates and their activities, and knew she should allow them their time together. Martin and Glennis returned first. Their skin was glowing with a light sunburn and their bodies were covered in grass and sand. Frederique looked on them with amusement as they walked with tired steps straight into the great bathing pool. A few moments later, Jacob and Abby materialized. Abby was in Jacob's arms and he carried her tenderly into the water. The four of them formed a tight square and looked at each other with loving and admiration. Perhaps five minutes later, Claude and Aimée returned. Frederique knew. She could sense the tiny lives already taking shape in Glennis and Abby's bellies. She also knew that no such life was evident in her daughter's womb. "I'm not ready," said Aimée. "Besides, now I'll be able to take care of the men in your final months when you aren't in the mood." Leave it to Aimée to offer such a simple, pragmatic, yet bold answer to her decision. Aimée went to the bathing pool and joined her other mates. Claude, however, had a hungry look in his eyes that made it clear what his expectations were. If Frederique had any illusions about making him pursue her, she quickly gave them up. Claude's demeanor was of one who was not to be trifled with. He took Frederique, his mother, by the hand and led her to the edge of the bathing pool. "Clean me," he ordered. "Yes, my mate," said Frederique, bowing her head in acknowledgement. She took a soft cloth from a basket and knelt beside the pool to dip it in the warm water. However, the scent of sex upon his hanging cock was too much. She started to wash his thighs, but when it came to his manly flesh, no cloth and water would do. She leaned forward and gave it a gentle lick. The taste of his seed, mixed with the juices of her daughter brought a dizzying rush to her brain. Slowly, she cleaned every last inch of her son's cock with her tongue and lips so that by the time she was done, he was fully erect. His rod stood tall and proud, hanging in tight to his belly all the way over his navel. She finished washing his limbs and his chest, and then wrapped her arms around his neck. Gone was the strong Frederique, the warrior. Gone was Frederique the mother. Claude had continued transforming over the past few months and his strong arms called to her. Now, she was only Frederique the lover... hoping to service her mate and to have his seed find its way into her womb. Her lips rose slowly up to his and his arms pulled her close as their lips and tongues met. "Take me," she whispered in his mind. "Soon," he replied. "But first, you need to do something for me." He sent an image into her head. She blushed, but nodded in agreement. The five other mates emerged from the pool and dried themselves. As a unit, they went to the large collection of beds in the center of the chamber. Aimée, Jacob, and Abby took to one bed. Glennis and Martin went to the one next to them. Claude took the center bed and laid there. Propped up on the pillows, he looked very much like the governors who had once waited there for courtesans, virgins, and wives... though no governor had ever been so muscular or attractive. Frederique arrived with a wooden box and sat at the end of the bed. The box was very familiar, for it held her oils. It now seemed like an entirely different lifetime that she had used these same oils in front of the mirror in her cabin on the Siren. The effect was the same, however, and she looked even lovelier as she prepared herself for Claude. With fingers dipped in oil, she coated her skin and massaged the scented unguents into her breasts. With more oil, she let her fingers explore down below and Claude could barely contain himself as he watched his mother shudder from self-induced pleasure. At last, she looked up with a satisfied smile. "Enough?" she asked. "Perfect," replied her son. She set her box of oils aside and crawled onto the bed... stalking her son in a kittenish sort of way. He sat up, his massive cock standing full and proud between his legs. She climbed into his lap and lowered her oiled and slickened tunnel upon him. "You were my son, but now you are my lord and master," she moaned as she felt him spread her open. "Take me as you will." The other mates took no offense. Jacob and Martin both knew that Frederique was their mate, but her heart most belonged to her son." With no effort, they slowly ascended into the air over the bed. They were both fliers and airborne lovemaking came to them as instinctively as swimming to a fish. They were soon horizontal and Frederique was gliding her body up and down his full length with increasing moans as his staff of flesh rippled through her belly. The others could only watch in wonder at the beauty of the coupling happening over their heads. While they watched, they stroked and massaged each other but this was not the time for their own lovemaking. This was for Frederique and Claude, alone. He then gave her a gift. He linked minds with her and showed her, in minute detail, what it had felt like the first time she had pleasured him with his hand. "Oh my, I did do a good job," she whispered. "How could I not with such a fine cock in my hand?" They fucked harder and faster... and then gentler and slower... for well over an hour they spun in the air, Frederique coming several times and Claude spraying the occasional burst into her to enervate her. He also drank from her quite frequently, the pull of his lips on her breasts being one of the most rewarding things she had ever felt. They increased pace again and she felt the urgency in his thrusts growing. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she growled between clenched teeth as her hips met every motion of his athletic torso. Suddenly, she became acutely aware of her body in a way she had never known. His cock buried deeply inside of her and she knew exactly how she wished things to proceed. The tip of his great member was pressed directly against her cervix. She could feel it there, and in a way that no mortal woman had ever known, she willed that tight muscle to open just a fraction. "Don't move, my mate," she said. "Stay right there." She could sense it. She could reach into her body and already felt the warm seed finding its way. "Now!" she cried in his mind. This was not a mere mental cry. This was a plea to his entire body to release, and release he did. Claude threw back his head and gave a primal yowl as the cum shot up his cock. Jet after jet poured into the opening she had made and the hot stream of life surged directly into her hungry womb. "One," she said to herself, feeling a divine 'click' in her system. More. More. MORE seed filled her and she physically felt her womb expanding to hold all of what he gave her. "Two", she whispered in her own mind. Another click and now she could only hold him and scream as the joy of his cum and the ecstasy brought on by her son's seed tipped her into a dizzying orgasm that she could not describe if she wanted to. Soon, it was all blackness. She awoke in her son's arms. They were lying on the huge bed. Claude's strong arm was around her and the rest of her mates were gathered nearby. Abby's gentle mind reached out to reassure her. Frederique looked up to see the beautiful redhead on the next bed over. "How long?" she whispered. "Only a few minutes, dearest," said Abby. "You succumbed entirely to pleasure. Not a bad way to lose consciousness, I dare say." "I fully agree," said Frederique. Frederique reached down and felt her belly. There was a knot the size of a fist there and she knew it was her womb, still full of Claude's volumes of seed. She knew something more; there were two lives growing in there; a boy and a girl. She had given up her son and daughter in a way, one was now her blood-sister and the other was now her lover. Now, there were two more children on the way. Her son and daughter, by Claude, would be born into a new race. What adventures were to come, Frederique could only imagine. These children, as well as those of Glennis and Abby would soon join with the three children already born. They would age and grow, and join their parents in new endeavors. Aimée was with them again. Claude was between and Aimée had her head on her brother's right shoulder. Frederique snuggled into his left side and kissed him once more. Her hand stayed on her belly. As she fell asleep she had a curious vision. In her dream, she was stroking her son's cock. She pumped him harder and harder and when he climaxed, his cum shot higher and higher into the air. In that dream, she watched the life dancing in that seed as it spread out across the heavens. The sparkling cells turned into stars in a sky that she knew was real. No constellations she saw in this sky were familiar to her. However, she knew that someday she would stand beneath that sky with her new race. * * * * 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.