The Afflicted Ch. 03-04

Short work was made of most, though some proved to be quite able swordsmen. Claude thrilled at his first true kill, and then his second, reveling at the feel of his blade passing through the flesh. By the time he reached his fourth he was ecstatic.

"Claude, careful!" he heard Aimée shout.

He turned to see a man with a pistol aimed straight at him. Instantaneously he felt Aimée's arms around him and she deplaced him directly beside the man with the pistol. Dispatching him with a quick thrust, he muttered a quick thanks to Aimée.

"Frederique, Voler! Fly!" shouted their father. "You take to the air, Claude and I will engage them on the ground. Aimée, focus on the men with guns!"

The family proved a startlingly efficient team. Claude and Palo were now fighting back to back, their blades weaving an impenetrable mesh that the mowed down pirates like a threshing machine. Frederique made rapid passes over the heads of the pirates, both blades plunging downward wreaking deadly havoc. At the same time, she slashed through the riggings, the sails falling limp and the ship coming to a standstill.

Frederique had another ability that she rarely demonstrated while sparring with the family. Just as she could scoop liquid into the air without touching it, she was able to control other objects. Swords flew out of sailor's hands. Casks went flying into unsuspecting fighters. In a brief moment of respite, Claude watched his magnificent mother at work and realized if she was pressed, she probably could have taken the entire ship by herself.

Aimée winked in and out so fast she was barely visible. Men fell in her wake, pistols and blades rolling out of lifeless hands onto the deck.

Claude was the first one injured. Pushed backward, he stumbled over a dead body which gave the man he was fighting enough of an opening to slash a huge gash into Claude's left arm. Angry at his clumsiness, Claude redoubled his efforts and dropped the man seconds later.

"What happened?" asked Palo, looking down at Claude's arm.

"I tripped."

"Tripped? How do you trip when you can fly?"

If Claude could have, he would have smacked his forehead at that point, but another man came at him and it was back into the fray.

In what seemed like moments, the sounds of fighting dwindled to that of just two blades clashing. Claude and Aimée looked around to see it was Palo fighting a man with handsome, if scarred features. There could be no doubt that this was the captain.

That the captain was an amazing swordsman was obvious, his blade met each of Palo's thrusts with ease. It was a marvelous thing to watch. Aimée, Claude, and Frederique gathered to watch with admiration.

"Why doesn't Father fly?" asked Claude.

"Honor," said Frederique. "It's one thing to use the best tools available to win a battle, but this is a duel. Your father is showing the proper respect due such a fighter."

Soon, however, it was clear that Palo's enhanced strength and ability were winning out, and a minute later the pirate captain's sword came clattering to the deck.

"You are a wonderful fighter," said Palo. "I thank you for the contest."

With that, a final thrust was delivered and the ship was silent.

Palo turned to Frederique. "How long 'til sunrise?"

"Still an hour."

"Good work my children?" said Palo, smiling at Claude and Aimée. "I'm very proud. How's that arm, son."

"Perfectly fine," said Claude. His wound was nearly healed already.

Frederique bent over the body of the captain and looked to his neck.

"There they are," she said, removing a leather cord with several keys on it. "Let's see just how successful these pirates were."

First, they made a sweep of the ship, seeking out any cowards still hiding. Regardless of their reputation, it seemed these pirates had at least been brave, for not a soul was found below-decks.

In the captain's quarters, they found a small chest that contained a few hundred gold-pieces.

"I think there must be more," said Frederique, "this would have been his payroll. Where else?"

Getting an idea from his own cabin on the Siren, Claude crossed to the portrait on the wall behind the desk. It seemed the captain had possessed the ship for some time, because his own portrait was on the wall. It showed him standing on a dock, his foot resting on a large wooden chest. Claude ran his fingers over the painting and felt a raised edge around the chest. Pushing gently, he smiled as the wall swung open, revealing a small room with not one, but four chests filled with coins and jewels beyond anything they might have imagined.

"Well my children," said Frederique, grinning, "it seems you will be making a good start in America even without help from your parents. Aimée, take these to your room."

One by one, Aimée deplaced with each of the chests. As she did so, Claude assisted in spreading gunpowder from the powder kegs around the deck. Finishing the job, Palo found a cask of very strong rum and mixed it with the already volatile powder.

"Palo, why don't you return first?" suggested Frederique. "Let the captain know we are all safe."

Palo nodded and winked out the next moment with Aimée.

Claude looked about the deck and was surprised to find himself more satisfied than shocked at the killing he'd done. It was sort of pre-justice in a way; these pirates would have surely destroyed them given the chance.

He'd been breathing through his mouth this whole time and it was starting to annoy him to no end. Without even thinking he reached up and pulled the cotton from his nostrils.

"That's better," said Claude."

"What's better?" asked his mother, "Claude, no!"

It was already too late. The red that had clouded his vision with Aimée was nothing compared to surge of hunger and lust that exploded in his head the next moment.

Aimée reappeared at that very instant, smiling to him. She was calling to him. The smell of her was overwhelming. 'This is a suitable mate' his body seemed to say. 'This is the one for you.'

"Claude, whatever is wrong?" asked Aimée. "Do you wish to go next?"

"Aimée, get away," said Frederique.

"But why?"

"Do it!"

Her mother's orders were not to be disobeyed. Not a moment too soon, Aimée winked out at the very moment Claude launched himself with a hungry roar to where she'd been standing.

He was met mid-air by his mother who collided with him and launched them both into the sea.

Aimée, who had leapt back to the Siren, appeared once more and could only watch from the deck helplessly as Frederique wrestled with Claude in the waves.

"Let me go!" shouted Claude. His head had cleared just a bit with the salt water, but the smell of blood from the ship was still strong.

"Claude! No! You mustn't. Listen to me! Tell yourself who you are! You are Claude Dujobe. You are a young man from Morocco on his way to America."

"I am in love with Aimée!" shouted Claude. "She is mine and I will take her!"

"You will not!" said Frederique, sternly. "It is forbidden. You must wait."

He continued thrashing against his mother, but Frederique showed surprising strength and kept them floating there in the water.

"Shh," whispered the mother into her son's ear. "Shh, calm yourself. Calm your hunger. You will find your mate soon enough."

Claude tried again and again, but his fighting grew weaker and weaker. Finally, the overwhelming emotion left him weeping in his mother's arms.

"Why? Why can't I have her!?" he sobbed.

"Maybe someday, you never know," she said, kissing him tenderly on the forehead.

With that kiss, a sudden shift raced through Claude's lust filled mind.

"Why should I?" he said. "Why should I have her when you are right here?"

Frederique hesitated for a moment, and then spoke to him tenderly.

"Yes, if that's what you need, take me here Claude. I will not let you bite me, but if you wish, satisfy this hunger upon me."

"I will," said Claude, "But I will taste your blood as well."

With her abilities, Frederique could easily have thrown Claude from her. Instead, she simply isolated his head, not letting it come any closer than an inch or so to her neck or arms. Claude tried and tried, with no success. Finally he abandoned those efforts and concentrated on his purely carnal desires.

Reaching down beneath the water, he removed his mother's bloomers and opened his breeches.

There was no hesitation here. His already stiff member soon found his mother's warm opening.

"That's it, my boy. Satisfy yourself. I'm here for you."

His body sang out at the contact, and though it renewed his thirst for the full blood mating, her barrier kept him back and forced him to think only of their sexual union. She met his challenge and they started coupling with an animal-like intensity in the warm waters of the Pacific.

Claude wanted more, so much more. He wanted to taste her breasts, her skin with his mouth. However, this simple fucking was enough for now. Not realizing it, he suddenly saw that Frederique lifted them out of the water. The loss of the water's resistance allowed them to increase their pace, which they did.

Still keeping him at bay, Frederique spun around, keeping him inside of her all the while. They were now floating before Aimée, who watched with equal parts jealousy, awe, and horror as her lover/brother roared with base lust, slamming into their mother from behind in rapid thrusts, their bodies thudding together with an audible smack with every thrust.

"Now," said Frederique, tightening herself around him. "Spill into me now, my boy. Relieve yourself of at least that yearning."

Claude did. As he came he tried once more to possess his mother. Still she was too strong and his climax was one of both release, but also rage.

As had happened in the sky, Claude's body was intent on spreading as much seed as possible. His balls tightened and his interior swelled. He roared as hot jets of cum sprayed again and again into his mother. It was too much for her to contain and huge droplets began falling from her onto the deck. She spun 'round once more and face him, hugging him to her as the worst of the bloodlust escaped him.

Aimée had been transfixed by the raw and frightening coupling taking place before her.

Claude and Frederique were now panting in the air. Claude especially, given his monumental orgasm, was hard put to even stay awake.

Frederique seized this advantage and put her hand on his cheek.

"There you are," she said gently. "You are tired now, yes?"

"I am, but I still want..."

"Shh..." said Frederique.

Using a technique taught to her by the ancient Roman physician she'd mentioned to Claude when explaining the affliction, she used Galen's knowledge to reach far into Claude's mind.

"Sleep, child," she whispered. "Sleep and find peace."

Claude slumped into her arms and she descended to the deck.

"Aimée. Aimée!" she said, shaking her daughter out of her trance.

"Oui Mama," said Aimée, looking to her mother fearfully. "Mother, will he always be like this until he takes a bloodmate?"

"I don't think so," said Frederique. "This was an unusual day in all respects. I think tenderness is the key. If you keep your activities in check, if you stay gentle, I believe you should be safe."

"How did you... why did he..." Aimée started, then trailed off; her mind too stunned to ask the numerous questions rolling around in her head.

"He unstopped his nose," said Frederique. "The bloodlust overtook him and because he has yet to take a blood mate he lost control. A sexual union has taken away the worst of it, and I put him into a deep sleep. He will awaken much calmer and much safer. Provided you keep things gentle, you should be safe for the rest of the voyage.

"Mother," asked Aimée cautiously. "Why shouldn't we? Why shouldn't Claude and I take one another to mate? It's been done, yes? With brothers and sisters?"

"It has," said Frederique calmly. "The issue is not blood relations as it is mixing the proper abilities and temperaments. Of all the council laws, this is the one I have come to respect more than any other. Our greatest monsters; Bathory; Vlad the Impaler; and certainly the horrible monster who caused the war which took my family; they were all the result of unsanctioned mating. Other than exposing our kind to mortals, there is no action that brings down greater wrath from the council than taking a bloodmate without their and blessing. Understand?"

Aimée nodded.

"Good, now take your brother back to his cabin then hurry back for me. Your father will start to worry."

Aimée wrapped her hand around her sleeping brother's hand and whisked him away to his own bed aboard the Siren.

Returning to the pirate ship, she watched with admiration as her mother scooped a stream of water from a cask she'd found to cleanse herself of Claude's great explosion.

"How lovely it is that our men fill us like this, no?" she said, smiling. "Such fun."

Once finished, Frederique found a wooden match near the cannon supplies.

"It is a pity to waste such a vessel," she said, "but it is in poor enough repair that it is better to destroy it than rid it of the bodies and try to explain things."

Lighting the match, she let if fall. As the flames spread rapidly across the deck, Aimée whisked them back to the Siren. Resting in their quarters, the first explosion of the powder on the pirate's ship shook the air for miles around.

Aimée was terribly lonely; her Affliction was hungering for companionship after such an eventful day. She pictured herself lying with her brother, and soon found herself there, wrapped around her snoring lover. Exhausted, she too surrendered to sleep, dreaming of cloudy liaisons and fierce battles.

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CHAPTER 4

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 I've satisfied your hungers each day."

"But..."

"No arguments from you, you wild young man. If mother hadn't been there, we would have become bloodmates and most probably been outlawed by 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 inner 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.

"What? 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 across his chest.

"Aimée, please."

"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.