The Afflicted Ch. 05byChiShyGuy©
Claude was asleep on his back with his hands stretched out over his head.
Something was chipping away at the wall of sleep encompassing his mind. It was a sensation of some sort -- softness - softness touching his chest and his legs. There was a weight upon him. He wasn't sure quite what it was until he felt a delicate hand grasp his already firm cock and position it so it could slide into Aimée's wet and ready interior.
She began moving up and down upon him. As consciousness slowly took over his dreaming state, he was impressed at the way she was taking charge -- doing all the work. However, it soon became too much for him. He lifted his legs for more leverage and then moved his hands to grasp her waist...
That is to say, he tried to do those things. However, his legs wouldn't move very far and his arms wouldn't leave the position over his head.
His eyes popped open and he became instantly awake. He tugged harder at his hands, but they wouldn't budge. Looking up, he saw they were in handcuffs which were affixed to a ring in the wall. Looking around Aimée's torso, he could see ropes around his ankles which were tied to the end of the bed.
"Aimée, what in the hell?"
"Mother's orders," said his smiling sister, who dipped down to teasingly almost kiss him. "After your behavior last night, she recommended this to keep you in control until your hungers are satisfied."
"No arguments from you, you wild young man. If mother hadn't been there, we would have become bloodmates and outlaws from the council."
"Aimée, I'm so sorry about that."
"Don't worry yourself Claude. It's not like we could have prepared ourselves for this. We just need to be careful. Now, for those hungers of yours. First, and most important..."
Without even pulling off of him, she reached across him to retrieve the small vial of blood from the bedside table. As she was doing this, her breasts drifted tantalizingly close to his lips yet she pulled back as he craned his neck to reach her.
"No no no," she admonished him.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"Moi?" she said, batting her eyes innocently. "My brother, I have nothing but the highest concern for your health and also to safeguard our future. Drink."
She held the glass container to his lips and tipped it, pouring the red fluid from their mortal blood nurse into his mouth. Claude felt the faint red tinge slip away from his mind as he became human once again. The only hunger remaining was for the need she was already feeding. As he had been drinking the blood, she'd begun squeezing his rigid cock with her silky walls.
"Do you like this?" she said, bending down to whisper in his ear.
"Oh yes, I do," he gasped as he was stretching his neck again for a kiss.
"Oh no, not allowed," she said, lifting up again.
"Why? I can't even kiss you?"
"Not until you can control yourself. Besides, this is incredibly fun."
Aimée was having fun, and worked her way up and down his stiff member with amazing patience. She'd given herself a challenge to make this session last as long as possible. As she milked him with her tightness, she would dip down now and again to brush her nipples or her hair across his chest.
"Please what, dear brother?"
"Please stop tormenting me so. Fuck me, I beg you."
His voice was hoarse, his face was taut from the tension of this denial.
"But Claude, we must learn control," she said firmly. "If we are to be lovers for the remainder of this voyage, we must deny our strongest lusts, no?"
"I suppose you're right -- mon dieu," he moaned as she gave an extra squeeze with her inner muscles, milking a few drops of early fluid out.
"Besides, you can't deny this is enjoyable," she said calmly as she kept up her methodical attentions.
He could not deny that. Neither could she, however. She kept up her ministrations and a few seconds later, it was Aimée who was caught by surprise.
"Oh Claude, oh my darling!" she cried, gasping as an unexpected orgasm exploded within her. She collapsed onto his chest and reached up to grasp his pinioned arms with her hands. She cried out into his chest and then her legs began to shake uncontrollably. She jerked her head up and grasped Claude's face in her hands.
"I can't...I mustn't...I..."
She couldn't even speak intelligibly as the climax overtook through her body. All she could do was stare desperately into her brother's eyes as her pussy clenched and unclenched his manhood involuntarily.
"Oh Aimée!" he cried, her orgasm triggering the one she had been teasing from him. For him, it was a tortuous ecstasy, being unable to hold her to him during his climactic throes.
One thing was the same as his last two times making love. Claude felt his loins tighten and a huge gush of liquid surged into his sister. The larger amount was noticeable and made both of them gasp. It happened again, but there seemed to be no subsiding with the second burst. So surprising was the volume that it brought Aimée out of the throes of her orgasm and focused entirely on the eruption happening within her.
"Oh my, Claude! How you are filling me!"
He was about to respond, but a third burst erupted and rendered him incapable of speech. A fourth wave of explosions followed and Claude lay gasping.
Aimée giggled affectionately at the current dripping out of her.
"When I say fill me up, you do just that."
As she pulled off of him they had yet another surprise as the friction of her pulling off of him triggered yet another surge. She slid off of him and grasped his cock quickly.
"Oh my, such an ambitious appendage you have."
It was truly ambitious, for this was no final drip from a withering erection, but a full jet from a still-hard cock.
"Oh my God, Claude! Oh my!" she squealed.
Sensing his need, she kept her hand wrapped around his cock and pumped determinedly as Claude's near painful climax continued -- and continued -- leaving his milk-chocolate-brown chest coated in white cum by the time he was done.
Then, and only then would she release him from his bonds. Though his sexual urges were sated, for the moment, the denial of physical closeness and left him wanting and he scooped her up into a fierce embrace, squeezing her close to him and kissing her desperately.
"That was some performance, my brother," she said when they finally felt normal again. "Perhaps you should be tied up from now on if it gets that sort of results."
"I don't know if I could survive it. It was almost frightening in a way. With a normal climax, I often feel like I am spilling all of myself into you -- with this one, it was like I would have nothing left. Now come here."
He tipped her over onto the bed and pinned her beneath him, kissing her tenderly.
"Claude, you mustn't..."
"I know what mother said, but I'm safe right now -- I promise you. I have no bloodlust or uncontrollable need. Yes, I need you terribly, but I know what I'm doing -- I'm aware of my actions now."
They kissed gently for several moments before hearing their mother's knock on their door. She stepped into the room to see their two naked bodies entwined.
"But my, I have beautiful children - so beautiful. How did the restraints work?"
They informed her it had gone well, and Claude confided in her about his quantity issue.
"Yes, it was a lot when you spilled into me, I remember," said their mother, frankly.
This caught Claude by surprise, it seemed an eon ago when his mother had constrained him and quelled his overwhelming lust brought on by the smell of the blood from the pirates they'd massacred.
"Mother, I'm sorry and grateful for what you did. I want you to know that I..."
"That you don't lust after me?"
Claude blushed, for that wasn't exactly true.
"Well, that you don't wish to mate with me, sweet boy," she said, kissing him tenderly on the cheek. "I know you lust after me and I take it as a compliment."
She was wearing a low-cut frock and Claude actually had to glance away to keep from actively lusting at that very moment.
"As for these gallons of lovely white deliciousness, there is an explanation," she said. It was time to hold class for her two children.
"As I think I've told you, Afflicted men do have ample volumes. It has something to do with the extreme health of the body."
"In awakening, however, Galen the physician noted that the cock and its attached plumbing works extremely hard. It seems that Claude's lovely member is striving to impress us by putting out as much fluid as it can... it is sort of saying, 'look what I have for you, potential mates'."
She paused for a moment and had to suppress a giggle.
"What, mother?" asked Aimée. "What is so funny?"
"Oh, nothing. Nothing, at all."
"Please. What were you going to say?"
"Very well," said Frederique, giving in. "There is a competition among certain Afflicted women to bed these boys before they find their bloodmate. They love sleeping with men who have so much to give. There is a certain phrase used, and it's quite vulgar."
"Go on," insisted Aimée.
"It is called 'milking the stallions'."
Their father was quite the horseman, so the images the expression brought to their minds were quite vivid. Aimée broke down in peals of laughter at the idea of a bucket beneath her brother's lovely instrument of carnality. Claude tried to be offended at first, but couldn't help but eventually laugh as well.
"Can you blame them, though?" chuckled Frederique. "Who could resist the novelty of so much messy, delicious fun?"
"As for your activities, I realize it is going to be extra difficult with us cooped up here in the hold for the next week but here are the rules. When in doubt, Claude must be restrained. I will check on you two every evening to assess your state. I can sense Claude's level of desire and I will be the one to assess if he can go without restraints. One piece of advice, Claude."
"Drink as much water as you possibly can. You need to replenish all of that fluid somehow."
Another knock came on the door. Claude and Aimée scampered to don some clothes so as not to upset their father.
"Come then, my fine fighters," he said. "It is time to survey our spoils of war."
They all went into Aimée's room, where she had taken the chests from the pirate ship they had conquered. Aimée examined them excitedly.
"They are very heavy, so I can only imagine what is in them."
"Is it more difficult?" asked Claude. "Travelling with them, deplacing both them and you?"
"Surprisingly, no." said Aimée. "When I deplace, I am nothing and nowhere. There seems to be limits. For example, I don't think I could grab the mast of the Siren and take us all back to Morocco, but the chests and people. They are no problem."
Palo pulled up a chair and sat in it. Frederique stood at his side.
"Claude, Aimée, I can't tell you how relieved I am that we happened across this unlikely windfall. We now know that you will always be able to care for yourselves financially. As you know, we are well off. However, the move from Morocco cost more than we'd hoped, and it is taking longer than anticipated to divest of our assets."
"So, you're saying we're poor?" teased Claude.
"Mon dieu, no." said Frederique. "We are still wealthy by most standards."
"However," said Palo, "It has always been our wish to set you off well in America."
"Now we have this," said Frederique, gesturing to the chests. "Your father and I talked, and we decided, regardless of the contents, these should be yours to have and do with as you wish."
"Oh, mother! That is too generous!"
"Don't speak too soon," smiled Palo. "We've yet to open them. They might be nothing more than copper pieces. Though I doubt the captain would have hidden them so well away if they were."
Frederique produced the keys she'd taken the night before, and unlocked each of the four chests, but waited to open them. With a great sense of excitement, each family member stood before a chest. Palo's was the largest, Claude and Frederique's were a matched pair, about knee-high, and Aimée's was the smallest, a more ornate chest with gold inlays.
"One, two, three." said Palo, and they flung the chests open.
It was not copper.
Like a scene from a novel by Dumas, they stared down at the glistening treasures before them.
The chest in front of Palo contained a mishmash of currencies; Spanish reales, British coins of many varieties, and the bottom was lined with Italian gold coins.
Claude's box was more uniform, containing primarily gold ingots stamped with the royal seal of Denmark.
"We'll have to melt those down," said Palo. "But this chest alone will buy you each a house as large as you wish to build it."
Claude and Aimée exchanged a private glance, recalling their conversation of nearly a fortnight ago. The ramifications of a shared house had taken on an entirely new meaning.
Frederique's treasure chest was full of silver ingots, not as valuable as the other chests but certainly spending money for more than a few years.
Last came Aimée's little wooden chest. Once open, they all stood back in wonder at the sparkling contents within.
"How does the phrase go?" said Frederique. "Good things come in small packages."
There were jewels of every type. The most common were diamonds and emeralds. There was certainly a fortune in those alone, but the prize piece was a sapphire necklace with six jewels the size of a thumbnail, and a center stone which was a star sapphire as wide as a large doubloon.
"This is a royal jewel," said Frederique, gazing on it in wonder. Such amazing, deep color and the quality is so clear. It looks like a pool in the Mediterranean."
"You should wear it," said Aimée, holding it up to her mother's neck.
"No, you would wear it my dear. But we must treat this stone with caution. Such a prize as this would not be unknown. It has quite likely been seen around the neck of some princess or even a queen at some point. It is best we hold it secret until we can ascertain more about it."
Though they were certainly thrilled about their newly won wealth and the prospects of what it could do for them in America, there was also a sadness about this final week. Neither Claude nor Aimée spoke of it to each other, but it loomed heavily for both of them. That this time together was to be their last times of intimacy -- possibly forever.
Every day, Frederique would stop in on them and touch their skin -- using her well-trained senses to detect whether they were safe in their lovemaking or whether Claude should be restrained. She sometimes had to suppress a grin when the two young lovers seemed somewhat disappointed when she would announce that that Claude needn't be tied up.
How quickly they learn, she mused to herself.
And with each day, with each moment of intimacy -- the upcoming parting loomed larger and larger. Claude sought out his mother one afternoon to confess his horrible despair, and was surprised to find a weeping Aimée already with Frederique.
"Claude, you have questions, too?"
He nodded, fighting back his own tears as he looked at his beautiful lover resting her head in their mother's lap.
"First, the two of you must know that no one would have ever planned it this way. Certainly, in an emergency taking comfort from a relative is condoned. However, no one would have ever recommended two young, newly-awakened siblings be asked to spend weeks together with no other options. As happens with anyone, you have begun forming a deeper bond. I know that for both of you the prospect of mating with another is hard to fathom."
"It's impossible," wept Aimée. "I love Claude!"
She sat up and looked to her brother, taking his hand.
"Claude, I do love you. I can't bear to be with another. I'll petition the Council the moment we land. It must be us, for now and for always."
Claude grasped her hand tighter, letting her know in that small gesture that he felt the same way.
"Listen, to me, my children," insisted Frederique. "I know that itt seems that way now but I want to put this quite bluntly. You are still animals. Your Affliction is even more of an animal. When you land, you will be separated and introduced to others of our kind. Within a day or so, no matter what your heart tells you, your loins will convince you otherwise."
"How can you say such things?" cried Aimée. "We are not beasts! We are humans! We are more than humans! We have chosen each other and that is that."
"We have discussed this," said her mother, calmly. "It is for the Council to approve of mates and they don't often sanction sibling pairings, especially not as a first pairing. Now enjoy this last day before we reach the harbor. Don't waste any of the time you have left."
That night, Aimée was more restless than usual. They were about to begin their union and restrain Claude when they heard their parents begin their own lovemaking session. Aimée had rarely been bold enough to watch their parents since the first time, but today she felt differently -- knowing it would be her last chance to do so secretly.
"This will be a fine warm-up," she said, crossing to the eyepiece. "Come and watch with me."
She pressed herself against the wall to watch and Claude pressed himself against her. As they took turns at the viewer, they also worked each other into a frenzy. She pushed her shapely ass against him and he pushed his inflexible friend back into her. Clothes were off soon enough and the perspiration on their bodies served as fine lubricant as he worked his rod between her cheeks which writhed and shoved against him. By the time their parents were spent and Frederique was sitting for her post-lovemaking oil ritual, their hearts were pounding at a furious rate and their hunger was palpable.
"Now I will take you," she said fiercely.
There was something in her tone that raised a small alarm in Claude's mind, but before he had a chance to react to it she had his hands cuffed and was pulling down on the ropes for his legs.
"Aimée, perhaps we should call mother," he said, gently.
"Call her for what? To tell us we are nothing more than farm animals? I don't think so. No, this is between us, Claude."
She mounted him in one move and began to ride him. The look in her eyes truly frightened Claude. The look was frightening because it was familiar. His face had borne that same look in the clouds and on the pirate ship. She was succumbing to bloodlust.
His cry for Frederique was stifled by Aimée placing a shirt over his mouth.
"Oh no you don't," she whispered urgently. "This will happen."
She grabbed a silk belt from her robe and gagged Claude efficiently.
"Don't fight this, Claude," she urged, grunting as she pumped her hips feverishly on his raging cock. "This is the only way, don't you see? We will get to New York and they will separate us and likely throw us in a cage with another animal until we are forced to mate with them. I can't lose you. I won't lose you."
Claude was prepared to argue, but the bloodlust was overwhelming his own consciousness. All he could see was her neck. All he could smell was her blood, beckoning him to drink -- to intermingle with his.
He nodded, ceasing his struggles and dedicating as much as he could in his restricted state to meeting her thrusts.
"Have we reached an agreement?" she said, noting the change in his eyes.
She reached back to free his legs to allow him more movement. She also removed his gag. They began in earnest, with Claude even adding an extra lift-- piercing further and further into her.
"Ooh, that's it." she growled.