The Afflicted Ch. 17byChiShyGuy©
Claude awoke first. He felt amazingly rested and he was sure that they must have slept for a half a day or more. He was soon to discover that he was mistaken about the time.
His naked mother and sister were still snuggled in tightly on either side of him. Upon feeling him stir, Frederique's hand tightened possessively around his shaft, but she did not wake yet.
Claude felt that someone else was awake and he lifted his head slightly to see that it was Martin, who had Glennis wrapped around him like a gorgeous blonde blanket.
"We must have slept forever," he thought.
"No, we've barely been asleep an hour."
Claude inquired back. "How do you know?"
Martin responded. "I always know what time it is. I'm not sure what time it is here, but when we went to sleep it was 3:49 pm in Paris, and it is coming up on five pm now."
"That's some trick you have, Martin... Hey! We're talking in our heads! I guess we can do that now."
"Yes, but you're not being very quiet." The voice that said the last statement belonged to Abby. She had awoken and she was peeking up from where she was nestled with Jacob. She was looking cuter than ever, but there was a curious glow about her as well.
"Sorry," said Claude and Martin together.
"Don't worry, darlings," she chirped in their heads. "We'll figure it out as we go."
The three of them were able to extricate themselves from their lovers and they padded over to the bath. The two boys each exchanged a long, sensuous good-morning kiss with Abby before they stepped quietly into the water.
Abby took each of their hands and led them into the water. They reached waist deep and then she released their hands and moved her hands to their hard cocks, leading them the rest of the way until the three of them were about chest deep in the great tub.
The water was delicious, the scents were magical.
The world was so new to them all. Their senses seemed to have been quadrupled in terms of sensitivity. Just as colors were brighter for a mortal who was turned Afflicted, they had undergone an even further transformation. Now, sight, sense, smell... all of it was heightened. Add onto that the fact that they were now sharing portions of each other's gifts and the world was indeed very, very different.
"How did you sleep?" whispered Claude to Abby.
"Wonderfully," said Abby. "But I'm not happy with you."
"No? Why not?"
"Well, with that complicated ritual of us mating, I still feel incomplete, dear Claude. Though you might be Aimée's prime mate, and Frederique's, for that matter; I still hold a claim over you. You too, Martin."
"I agree," said Claude. "It is undeniable. We can all feel the bond between us. I do love you, but what is it that's bothering you?
"Well, my muscular mate, the union was complete when each of us felt the seed of our first mate."
She had put her arms around his neck and lifted herself up, wrapping her legs around his waist.
"And?" asked Claude.
"And, lover," she whispered in his ear. "You never came inside of me last night. We are not yet fully mated, and I desperately need you to complete the rest of our bond."
She kissed him deeply, but then turned to Martin.
"You, too, clockmaker," she said, reaching out a hand to pull him to her. "You and I have unfinished business as well. You wait right there."
She groaned as she lowered herself, impaling her cunt on Claude's broad cock. She had a surprised look on her face as she lowered down.
"What's wrong?" murmured Claude.
"Nothing... it's just that, you fit."
"Oh, and that's different how?"
"You never did before, Claude. It always took me a while to adjust to your size."
"Oh, well... perhaps it's the water."
She began fucking Claude slowly, their motions matching the slow, sensuous nature of water.
"Claude dear, don't hold back," she said after several minutes. "We have a big day... I just... I need this so badly."
"Yes... Yes... Abby," growled Claude.
He sighed as his body stiffened and his seed poured into the shapely redhead.
"Oh my... oh my!" hissed Abby. They were striving to be quiet, but it wasn't easy. As soon as Claude's seed poured into her, she pitched into her own climax and it was unlike any she had ever known. Her eyes flew open upon feeling his heat coat her silken walls.
"So good," she whispered. "It has never felt so gooooood."
A hunger awoke in her eyes and she rested there for a short time before sliding off and hopping straight into Martin's arms.
"Now then, Clockmaker, you and I need to complete our bond as well."
She slid down upon him and had another surprised look.
"What is it, now?" asked Martin.
"Oh... nothing," she said with a grin. "Nothing at all."
"No, it's something," said Martin. "Tell me."
"I'll read your mind then," he insisted.
"Oh Martin, you'll never be able to do that if I don't want you to, no matter how many gifts we gain. Now, just fuck me, darling."
She rode him quicker this time and the waves splashed in the pool. In short order, Martin was spending his seed within her and she was gasping with pleasure.
"So ungodly good," she moaned. "You've never... I've never... you boys don't know what this is feeling like."
She couldn't describe it to them, but each spurt of their seed within her was like a shot of energy.
"What is it like?" asked Claude. "What do you mean?"
"I... I can't describe it other than this. When you cum inside of me, the closest thing I can compare it to is when we would get our daily dose of blood. That satisfaction, that fulfillment, that comfort is like that, but with energy as well. I feel more awake with each jet of your lovely seed."
"Do you need more?" asked Martin. She was still suspended on his cock, which had lost none of its firmness. "I mean, how awake do you wish to be?"
"Very awake, my Martin. "Yes, let's go again."
She rode him for a few strokes, but then paused.
"Wait," she said. "I want both. Come here Claude."
She pulled Claude to her and guided him to a place he did not suspect she would.
"In there, are you sure?"
"Oh yes, Claude," she said in an almost animal-like growl. "Yes, please."
Claude eased slowly into her, his cock pushing insistently against her brown bud as he began to take Abby in the ass for the first time. It was made all the more wild by the fact that Martin was filling her other chamber.
With Claude's strong chest against her back, and Martin taking her from the front, Abby was soon sandwiched between her two lovers and being plundered in ways that she'd only fantasized about before. Faster, deeper... and louder, their lovemaking grew until Abby's voice was coming out in shrieks as the two cocks filled her in overwhelming ways. She came at least three times before the boys felt the force building in their cocks. First Martin, then Claude exploded inside of her and Abby got that curious high that was so new to her.
"Oh, my lovers," she said. "You are so good. We have such adventures ahead of us."
She kissed Martin deeply and then turned over her shoulder to kiss Claude.
They were surprised then to hear soft applause nearby. They turned to see their four companions seated at the edge of the bathing pool.
"Now I'm not the only one in trouble for being noisy and waking up our mates," said Claude, teasingly.
"Oops, sorry," said Abby, blushing.
"Don't be sorry," said Glennis, licking her lips. "That was quite a sight to wake up to, and something I want to try very soon, myself."
The next couple of hours were spent focusing on 'completion' as Abby had put it. Each lover paired off with someone who they hadn't experienced a full ejaculation with post-mating; it did indeed seem to finalize all that had happened between them. There was the undeniable bond between the seven of them, with the slightly stronger bonds that seemed to run along family lines. Martin and Glennis, of course, weren't family, but being originally outsiders, they seemed to be destined to be each others' 'primes'
After the next round of lovemaking, the women gathered in a lounge area to get dressed while the three young men went off to examine the armory near the entrance. Not that the women weren't interested in the weapons, but boys will be boys.
"Can I say something?" said Aimée, quietly. "When we were making love just now, did you notice that the boys were..."
"Different?" asked Glennis. "Yes. All three of them."
"I did too!" exclaimed Frederique. "Claude just... well, he fit better. It was still tight and he was just as huge, but there was something about it. And Martin, he was..."
"Bigger," said Abby. "He was no slouch before, but the way he filled me, it was just heavenly. Yes, I noticed. And what about it when they came inside of you?"
They were all in agreement that there was something decidedly different about their lovemaking. They had also all felt the lovely cum-buzz as soon as their mate's seed touched them.
"I noticed it in my mouth, too," said Glennis. "I sucked Jacob off after he came in me the first time, and when I swallowed his spunk it was like the one time I had a shot of whiskey, but a hundred times better. Mmm, just thinking about it makes me want to go down on him again."
"Oh, our angelic little Glennis," said Frederique with a chuckle. "How quickly you are taking to dirty talk."
Glennis shrugged her shoulders, giving an innocent smile belying the raunchy potty-mouth she was becoming when it came to sexual matters.
"Well," said Frederique, "the others will be arriving shortly and there are many preparations to make. We'd best put on a few clothes so we don't drive any men who arrive insane." She looked at her three female partners and shook her head in wonder. "My goodness, but I do have some attractive mates."
They retrieved their clothing and Glennis was the first to make a realization. She, Abby, and Aimée were still possessed of the clothing the Elders had made for them. However, when she went to put on her dress Glennis gave a grunt of annoyance.
"Come on, then," she said. "Get on. Hmm, the laces must need loosened."
She started loosening the laces of her garment while Abby and Aimée started putting on their own clothes. They too, were having a bit of problem, especially in the chest area.
"This doesn't make any sense," said Abby. "A seamstress who has been practicing her art for twenty-thousand years made this. Why shouldn't it fit?"
"I know what you mean," said Aimée. "Here, help me with my bodice."
Frederique watched on with curiosity
"It couldn't be," she mused. She cupped her own breasts in her hands and her head cocked to the side with curiosity. She considered putting on her clothes, but instead she pulled a silk robe out of a drawer. When the deplaceurs and company had gotten the governor's suite ready, they had spared no expense.
The boys arrived back with tales of battle axes and crossbows and swords from every era. They were also distracted by the view of the girls, whose bosoms were very, very noticeable in the clothing they'd finally managed to squeeze into.
"I like what you're wearing," said Jacob. "Or rather, I like how you're filling it out. That's the same thing you were wearing yesterday, right?"
"Oh shut up, Jacob," said Abby.
"Touchy! I was speaking the truth. I do like it."
"I don't. They hurt."
She squeezed her breasts with annoyance.
"Speaking of uncomfortable, are any of you thirsty?" asked Claude.
"No, but there's some water right over there," said Aimée.
"No, not that kind of thirsty. Thirsty. All three of us are just craving something. We tried the blood stores they put here, but blood just doesn't smell right to us anymore."
"No, we're not thirsty at all," said Frederique. "In fact, as soon as we made love today, we were better. Hmm, Abby, could you call Galen for me?"
"Of course," said Abby. "But, you could too, I would imagine."
"I could? Oh, I suppose so. Let me try."
She reached out with her mind. She did not have the global reach of Abby, who could sense anyone anywhere now. However, Frederique was able to reach out with her mind and sense the minds of those close to her. She found Palo, who was running security sweeps with Seiko, Hypatia, who was reviewing some sort of plans with Patroclus, Franz, busy at work on some gadget as always. And then, Galen..."
"Galen, I need to talk to you," she said in his mind.
"Who is this and hasn't anyone ever told you it's rude to enter without knocking," said Galen.
"You know very well who it is, Galen," she said. "And we need to talk to you, now."
"Alright, alright little girl, just send your daughter to me and I'll come right away."
"Who are you calling little girl, Galen of Pergamon? I'm almost six-hundred and I've lain with you."
"Well call me a dirty old man, because I've still got over a thousand years on you. Go on then, send Aimée my way and I'll be right there."
Moments later, Aimée appeared with Galen at her side.
"Oh my," said the physician. "Look at these busty beauties."
"That's part of what I called you here for," said Frederique. "Something is different and we need you to tell us what it is."
"Well, go on."
They told him about completing their mating, then went on to describe their clothes not fitting, and the surge of energy... the buzz they received with the boys' seed. He listened patiently.
"Plus, they are different," said Abby, indicating the boys. "You know, down there?"
"We are?" said Claude. "You could have mentioned it to us?"
"Hmm," said Galen, contemplating the situation. He put a hand on Claude's chest to feel his system.
"Different down there, clothes not fitting... and you boy, you've got bloodthirst going on. Go and have your daily dose."
"That's part of the problem," said Claude. "I don't want any blood, yet my body continues yearning for something, even after I've had some water."
"I see," he said. "But you women have no thirst?"
"No," said Frederique. "It stopped once we made love."
Galen's analytical mind was turning. He evaluated all of the variables and kept thinking. He went to Frederique and opened her robe with no worries for modesty. He placed his hand on her abdomen and evaluated her system, then he took her breasts in his hands. He whispered in her ear so no one else could hear.
"Those are a bit heavy and full, don't you think?"
Frederique nodded quietly.
Galen went on with his musings. "So, Martin, please, would you please take lovely Abby here. I think having her on top would be best."
"Come on then, no time for being bashful, not among our kind."
"I'm ready," said Abby. She already had her dress off and tossed it on a fainting couch. "It was bothering me, anyway. Come on then, Martin."
She crossed to him and unbuckled his trousers and had him naked in short order. Though he seemed embarrassed, certain parts of him certainly weren't all that shy.
"Mmm... very nice," said Abby, fondling his cock. "Let's get this back where it belongs.
She pushed him down onto the couch next to her dress and mounted him with ease.
"Very good," said Galen. "Now, if you would, please make yourself invisible, my girl."
"Oh, if you insist," she said.
She was sighing from the feel of Martin inside of her but she scrunched her face in concentration to make herself invisible.
There in seemingly mid-air, was Martin's cock, held up at an improbable angle, moving back and forth, and compressing in fluid-like patterns.
"Hold still, my girl," insisted Galen.
"You're no fun," said Abby's disembodied voice as she stopped moving.
"I would place him at 16 point 5 centimeters, give or take," said Galen. "So, right around six and a half inches and just shy of 13 centimeters in circumference. Now, if you will please, make yourself translucent, Abby."
"I'm... I'm not sure I can. Using Jacob's gift is still something I'm learning."
"Help your sister out, Jacob,' said Galen.
Jacob nodded and put his hand on Abby's shoulder. She slowly came into view, looking something like a water-creation.
"Just her pelvic region is all I need, from her labia to her abdomen."
"No problem," said Jacob.
Abby's body reappeared except for her midriff, which looked sort of gelatinous and transparent. Martin's cock was still there, but so were her diaphanous internal parts. Everyone watched on in fascination.
"There, you see. A relatively normal vaginal canal, she still has two centimeters before he hits her cervix, even fully inserted."
"Point being?" asked Claude.
"Now, Frederique. If you would please replace our randy redhead."
"With pleasure," said Frederique.
The two women shifted places. Frederique mounted him, rode him for a few strokes, and then turned herself invisible.
"Oh... so good," she moaned from empty air.
"And would you look. Our young clockmaker's pendulum is now 19, no, it keeps going, 20 centimeters or approaching 8 inches, and 16 centimeters in circumference."
Frederique followed the same process and Jacob turned her translucent. Galen peered down with a critical eye.
"Look at that, just a half a centimeter to go to her cervix."
"What? I grew?" asked Martin.
"All will be revealed in time, young lad. Now, Abby, please mount your brother, if you will."
"Oh Galen, you are so demanding."
Jacob was already undressed and quite erect from watching the goings on.
"I would estimate Jacob to be nearly 23 centimeters, so please do take him in, you ginger minx."
Abby mounted Jacob and at Galen's command, she was again 'clear' in her middle section.
"And look at that," said Galen. "All of him fits, but her cervix is still a bit higher. So, to explain; I have looked inside of your systems, and I have seen remarkable things. Your bodies are smart. Your Afflicted Cells, and Elder Cells, AND Human cells have merged... truly merged. Something about this union makes your bodies infinitely adaptive. The reason why your lovemaking has been so pleasurable is because your sexual organs are adapting dynamically to each other. If a larger man enters one of you women, your interior will expand... I would wager to say that even your internal organs might shift. If a man enters a woman who is naturally smaller, then your penis will adjust."
Claude seemed a bit concerned.
"But, Galen, I don't exactly want to get smaller."
"Oh good god, young Adonis, never fear. Even if you adjust, you won't stay that way. Did you not just see what Martin did?"
Martin was still lying with Frederique astride him. His cock was still visible through Frederique's translucent mid-section. "Wait, that is the case, then..."
He concentrated on his own body and within Frederique's translucent middle, his cock surged upward and wider.
"Oh, my, Martin," moaned Frederique. "So... so very big. Ooh!"
Martin had been watching down and had seen the reason for her exclamation. His cock had surged upward and pushed against her hymen, compressing her womb beyond.
"But, she didn't keep expanding," said Martin.
"Because, young gadget boy," said Galen in a sly tone. "Sometimes girls like being filled all the way."
"They do indeed,' purred Frederique.
She returned to 'regular' opaqueness and stood up, letting Martin slide out of her. His now huge member flopped out of her onto his belly. He looked down at it and focused on making it grow and shrink at will.
"Don't play with it dear, there will be time for that later," giggled Aimée.
Galen was contemplating the situation and mused out loud. "I would wager that these young men could get quite large. Think of it this way... you know how a man's member can go quite large after a long wait? With an Afflicted male, think of how stiff he gets after just a day of abstinence. He is, in fact, measurably larger at that point. Not significantly, but still, it is an observable difference. The point being, that is what is referred to as hyper-tumescence. I suspect your young men will be able to achieve that state at any point. They'll be able to grow quite large, and you will most probably be able to accommodate them, regardless."