The Afflicted Ch. 05

"Thank you," said Claude, seriously. "Thanks for the advice on the running, and sharing your story. It means a great deal."

"No worries. I'm in room four right now if you need to talk any more. I'll leave you to yourself now."

Claude's clothing and belongs arrived. He sought out a vacant room with the idea that he would spend the first night alone. Once unpacked, he said a perfunctory goodnight to the other residents and went to his room to lay down.

As soon as he closed his eyes, visions of Aimée popped into his head and would not leave. All he could picture was her nude form and his mind went down the path of endless fantasies.

He ran.

As he ran he saw several lovely girls in the hallway who smiled warmly at him. He returned to his room and his mind dwelled on each of the tempting bodies he had passed on his circular jog.

He ran some more.

He pushed himself even harder until he could barely stand. He walked, sweaty into the common room and poured himself some cold water. Two couples were entwined on the couch and it was clear they were doing far more than kissing.

Claude ran even harder.

Every time he passed a Room 9, Hannah was there, standing at a door. She was wearing a plain cotton nightgown and she watched him with concern every time he passed.

He pushed himself as hard as he possibly could until he couldn't take one more step. He returned to his room, stripped off his soaking shirt and collapsed onto the bed in his room, his breath heaving. Yet, as soon as his heart rate began to slow the visions of women returned. Aimée, his mother, Brana, Sigrid, Hannah. He punched the pillow on the bed angrily, tears falling from his eyes.

A gentle knock came on the door. Claude opened the door and was not surprised to see that it was Hannah. She stepped into the room, closing the door behind her.

"Hannah, I..." stammered Claude, not sure what to say.

"Shh," she whispered, putting a soft finger to his lips. "There is a line from a great poet of the Afflicted. 'On the road and alone, I ask not for the gift of your heart. If you would but loan me your body, we will quench our night-borne fire and part as friends in the morning.'"

As she walked toward him she unlaced her nightgown. With the word 'morning', she let the gown fall from her shoulders to reveal her tiny, yet beautiful body. Though she was small, she was not slender. Her hips were rounded, her breasts were full and lovely globes on her chest. She was like a tiny China doll in a way...if they made anatomically correct China dolls.

She knelt before him and unlaced his breeches. She struggled a bit to pull to pull them down in their sweat-soaked state, but she eventually succeeded. Kneeling there before him, she was met with his very ready and willing member at eye level.

"Oh my, this will be fun," she said -- taking his ragingly swollen cock into her tiny hands.

She stroked his rigid cock, her tiny hands looking even smaller when trying to wrap around his more than ample shaft. She toyed with kissing it and licking it and then tried to stretch her tiny mouth around it.

"Nope," she said, giggling. "Don't want to get a case of lockjaw -- but I can think of better things to do with this."

She led him to the bed and laid down on her back, beckoning him to her. He placed his cock at her opening and she hissed with desire as he pushed his way into her. He worked perhaps half of his shaft in and then started back out again. Aimée had sometimes had trouble fitting all of his length into her, and she was several inches taller than this girl.

Hannah sensed his hesitation and reached around to pull his hips into her.

"Don't hold back, lover," she urged.

"But..."

"Don't worry," Hannah said in a lustful tone, "I can handle anything you've got to give me."

She pulled him toward her, nodding her head as he worked deeper and deeper in.

"Unnh," she moaned, her eyes practically rolling into the back of her head. "How perfect that is. You fill me up so good, my lover."

Her speaking voice had been high and cute, but she seemed to be the type who truly transformed in the bed. Gone were the high tones, replaced by a low husky rasp that urged Claude further and faster into her slippery chasm of lust.

"That's it, darling," she moaned, "lend me that beautiful body. Lend! It! Harder! Harrrdrrr! Oh my god!"

She shrieked in ecstasy and dug her nails into his back as a practically convulsive climax ripped through her body. Claude could feel the scratches from her fingernails but embraced the pain, knowing he would heal before they were even done.

"Don't. Stop. Don't. Stop," she begged him.

With a full day of waiting behind him, his body had no problem obeying her commands. As her orgasm subsided she kept urging him on with her body, but gave him silent signals to slow into a more sensuous pace.

"So good, Claude," she murmured. "You are so good. This is so good. It is what you need. Surrender to it. Surrender."

Her carnal yet soothing words triggered the release of the great reservoir of fluid waiting with him.

"Oh Aimée," he grunted unconsciously.

A lesser woman would have stopped at that moment -- but Hannah had gone to him for the purpose of comforting him. She simply smiled, taking it as a compliment that he would lose himself so much in their lovemaking that he would cry out another lover's name.

"Yes, that's it Claude. Oh, it's so hot," she gasped as the first gush streamed into her. "Oh Claude! Oh... my goodness."

She couldn't stop herself from laughing at the copious quantities which were already spilling out of her. Her laugh was infectious and Claude began laughing with her, even as he was still in the throes of the waves and spurts that continued.

"Ha ha, you really are a stallion, aren't you my new friend?" she giggled.

"It has been happening more and more the past week or so," said Claude, smiling. "And not just the amount but the number of... mon dieu her comes another one."

"Oh yes," she sighed, accepting his physical joy as her own. "Give it all to me, sweetheart. Then we'll rest and perhaps try it again."

* * * *

Abby slipped her way into Aimée's room and winced at the overwhelming emotion her new friend was broadcasting. Aimée was lying on the bed and crying. She had been sobbing before Abby arrived..

She had promised to return after doing a special favor.

"Well, the favor is all taken care of," she said, trying to set a light tone.

"What was the favor?" asked Aimée, wiping her eyes.

"You see," said Abby, "my gift is that I'm an empath. I can both feel other's emotions and magnify them as well. I owed Christopher a favor so he asked that I help 'enhance' his lovemaking tonight with Rosa. It was...pleasant for all involved, if I do say so myself -- and I can say so since I was one of those involved."

"An empath?" inquired Aimée. "So you feel what other people feel."

"In a way, yes. 'Empath' is the best label they could put on my gift. I can feel what other's feel on both a physical and emotional level. I can also look further in to their bodies and minds. I'm already apprenticing as a physician, since my skills are particularly suited toward healing."

"Can you read minds then?" asked Aimée.

"Yes," said Abby, matter-of-factly, "I can read minds, emotions, feelings, sensations, all of it."

"How amazing," said Aimée.

"For example, I know that you are listening to me, but you are also distracted by thoughts of the boys you've met in the dorm and what you might do with them. You are also saddened because you feel like you are betraying your brother... Claude is his name, yes?"

Aimée looked down, ashamed.

"Yes," said Aimée. "I feel like such a slut."

"Aimée, I understand your troubles," said Abby. "I really do, but you must know that another partner is inevitable."

"I know! I know!" cried Aimée angrily. "Everyone keeps telling me that, but I'm not ready. I will never be ready. Plus, I'm so embarrassed. I just know that everyone is staring at me, talking behind my back and pointing 'There's the girl who fucked her brother. Such a whore, she can't even wait a few weeks to avoid incest.'

"Oh Aimée," said Abby, kindly. "You know that the Afflicted has much different views. All of our kind understand the desperate lust we are cursed with. And, if it makes you feel any better, at least when you're with me they'll be pointing at both of us."

Aimée looked to her new friend in surprise.

"You?"

"Mm hmm," said Abby.

"Which one is your brother?"

"He's in the other dorm, just like yours. It was just as heartbreaking for me to be separated from him. Come here."

Sitting next to her on the bed, Abby put a comforting arm around Aimée's shoulders and let her rest there.

The simple physical contact with another Afflicted had calming qualities of its own, but Abby added a little extra with her empath gifts that helped at to soothe the most extreme emotions of grief and loss that were surging through Aimée's hyper-sensitized mind and body.

"Aimée," said Abby, a look of deep contemplation on her countenance. "I think I have an idea. Your biggest barrier is getting past the idea of sleeping with another man, yes?"

"Yes," said Aimée softly.

"What if I could help you almost sleep with someone else without actually doing it?"

"What? Like pleasing myself while he did the same? I don't see how that would necessarily help."

"Hmm, not a bad idea," said Abby. "But I have something else in mind. Aimée, do you trust me?"

"Of course," said Aimée. "I know we just met today -- but I'd trust you with my life."

"Good," said Abby. "Because what I'd like to do involves a lot of comfort and trust. Do this, take off your clothes and lay back on your bed."

"Very well," said Aimée hesitantly.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to tie you down and bring a young man in here. Relax."

Aimée did as she was asked and was surprised to see Abby also disrobing.

"To be clear," explained Abby, "I'm also not going to personally tie you up and ravish you. Aimée, I've been given a very rare gift and they tell me it is more powerful than most who are blessed with psychic gifts."

"How to explain this," Abby mused, "I know. Just relax and clear your mind as much as you can."

Aimée did and found herself quickly falling into what felt like a daydream, but much, much more real.

She was a little girl and it appeared to be Christmas. There was snow on the ground and the shop windows sparkled on a beautiful snowy night. She looked at herself in the shop window -- but it wasn't her reflection but a young girl with curly red hair who could easily be Abby in her youth.

"I just love Christmas," said Abby, pulling Aimée out of her reverie.

"How did you...did you... wow!" exclaimed Aimée, "That was amazing. Did you put that in my head?"

"I think a better way of putting it is I allowed you to share it -- but it ended up in your head all the same. Now let me ask you -- how did the evening smell? What were the sounds like?

"I -- I don't know," said Aimée. "I can't remember any of that. I simply recall the sight of it."

"Yes, now try this -- "

The lovely redhead then slid onto the bed and straddled Aimée, their two pelvises coming together in a frank yet surprisingly nonchalant manner. She took Aimée's hands in hers, then --

Aimée was back in the village. There were bells ringing in a distant church. Carolers were singing a lovely French song. The snow felt crisp and sweet on her face. Chestnuts were being cooked somewhere nearby and a man was holding a cup of mulled wine just a few feet away and it smelled delicious.

Oh!" cried Aimée, laughing. "Oh! How did you do that? Take me back! I want to go there again."

"Perhaps we'll go again sometime," Abby said, smiling. "As to how I did it -- it was through your nervous system. Because I was touching you at our hips and your hands, it allowed me to share every one of the senses that I recall from that lovely day. The more contact I have with you, the easier it is for me to transfer sense memories and give you a more complete experience."

"I see, but how does that help me with sleeping with men?" asked Aimée.

"Patience, my lovely," explained the empath. "It will soon become clear. It is time to go to a different address on memory lane."

She leaned forward and then lay across Aimée's body so that every possible inch of skin was touching: Their legs; their hips; their breasts. Abby pushed back on Aimée's arms so that even every bit of their arms was in contact.

Aimée felt a lovely drowsy feeling washing over her. The hair on the back of her neck stood up.

"Oh goodness that feels good," she moaned.

"Just my Affliction reaching out to say 'hi' to yours," said Abby. "To ease into this, why don't you tell me about Claude?"

Abby lowered her head down and kissed Aimée tenderly.

"But how do I tell you if...am I talking to you right now?"

"More than talking," said Abby's voice in Aimée's consciousness. "I use the kiss because there are so many receptors in the lips. This will be an intense experience. Now, tell me about Claude."

"Well, we were always fighting and competitive before..."

Aimée needed only speak a few words and Abby followed the trail of that memory and they were soon lost in Aimée's memories of her life. Abby whisked through Aimée's childhood and early teen years and then zoomed to the time on the Siren while crossing the Atlantic. Abby seemed particularly interested in the moment when Claude first awakened. As she dug gently into Aimée's mind, it wasn't just a memory, but as close to real as it could get. The strong emotions washed through both of them, but Abby still lingered -- focusing in on every physical and emotional sensation of when Claude embraced Aimée in the ocean.

Once satisfied with that memory, she leapt forward and began sifting through the various times to follow. Aimée could actually feel Abby's excitement upon the discovery that Aimée could deplace. Next, Abby sorted through the lovemaking memories. Surprisingly, it wasn't the extreme sessions like the lovemaking in the clouds or when Frederique had pleasured Aimée that Abby lingered on. It was one particularly quiet and peaceful time that Abby chose to relive. For some reason, that time had always stood out in Aimée's mind as well so she did not mind Abby reliving the entire session.

Suddenly, she was there, reliving the entire thing, but curiously it was as though Abby were there with her.

Claude had been so gentle, so strong in that union, keeping a slow and steady pace with the occasional deep thrust to keep her off her guard. Aimée's orgasm was slow and intense that time and she gasped once again as the bliss surged through her causing her to moan in ecstasy and also cry from pure joy. Claude had wept then, too.

Aimée suddenly awoke and found she was back with Abby. Abby's lips were still pressed to hers and her naked form was atop her.

Abby's tears were falling on Aimée's face, merging with her own.

"You and Claude are so beautiful together," Abby said, smiling. "So very, very beautiful."

"Thank you, Abby," said Aimée, the emotion still fresh in her mind. "That was almost as good as being with him. Now, I showed you mine, you show me yours."

"Very well."

"How long did that take?" asked Aimée. "How long were we reliving those memories?"

"Perhaps fifteen minutes at the most," said Abby.

"Perhaps a change in position is in order," suggested Aimée. "I am a bit stiff. Not that you're heavy -- but we've been a while like that and my body can feel it."

"Of course," agreed Abby.

Abby rolled off of Aimée and onto her back, allowing Aimée to roll on top. Aimée's thigh slipped between Abby's legs and she felt the moist heat which had built up from reliving the lovemaking memory. Of course, Abby felt the same thing from her and they exchanged knowing grins. Aimée stretched her legs over Abby's. Their arms touched and their breasts pushed against each other warmly -- their soft orbs finding a way to nestle in the same space, squished between their two bodies in a way that would have made any man watching hard instantly. Finally, Aimée reached down to kiss her new friend and lost herself again in the empath's overwhelming consciousness.

"Jacob and I didn't fight too much as children," began Abby, "but we also weren't close..."

Aimée was swept into memories of Abby's childhood in the small northern Canadian town where summers were spent mostly below ground, but in lavish and expansive Afflicted dwellings where an entire other town existed below the surface. She saw winters, when days had less than a few hours of sunlight. There had been magical times of sledding, skating and breathing in endless fresh air. As Abby had said, Jacob was there, but always at a distance. Still, Abby watched the goofy young boy grow from a cherub faced youth to a gangly teen, to a captivating towheaded young man who wasn't necessarily the most handsome but he possessed a magnetism that drew one's eyes to him as soon as he entered a room.

Aimée could sense that Jacob was annoying to Abby. Abby resented that Jacob was never serious and never studied but he still excelled in their little school. He was athletic while she was studious. Strangely, the memories of Canada were blurry through Abby's eyes and grew more so as time went by. The memories near the end were almost all sounds, the visions coming from those times were like looking at something under water without goggles... and deep, deep below the surface of the water where little light could reach.

Then came the attack: yelling; screaming'; horrible explosions and bright lights seeping through the cracks in a door, ready to destroy them.

And then -- the rock. The safe haven carved in the middle of a high mountain in the Pyrenees -- inaccessible to anyone from the outside world. It was only Jacob and Abby. Nobody else came and their mother did not return. Aimée could feel Abby wondering... in the deepening darkness, if their 'safe' house might become their mountain tomb.

Aimée quickly relived the initial months of despair and then felt the longings begin in Abby's body when she awakened. Abby had been strong and gone almost three days before seducing Jacob.

Interestingly, when they visited the memories surrounding Abby's awakening, Aimée noticed that things were more clear once again. The vision in the memories had been dark and murky, but at a certain point they became clear again. One odd thing, though. The vision seemed to always be looking at Abby, as if she was looking into a mirror or something.

While Aimée and Claude had been stuck for a few weeks aboard the ship, it had been months for Abby and Jacob. This translated into months of sensuous lovemaking. Hours-long sessions, even day-long sessions where Jacob stayed inside of Abby all day and they even fell asleep with his cock still nestled within her.

Remarkably, they did not take one another as bloodmates. Abby's remarkable ability somehow allowed her to commune with the Affliction itself. Though it hungered, it was as though the empath could talk to the symbiote inside their bodies and let it know it wasn't yet time for a bloodmate. Her communion with the Afflicted cells did nothing to quench the overwhelming desire, but it did check the animal instincts and let them somehow resist drinking one another's blood.

Abby had never been the most athletic sort, but in the time together in the safe house, she had learned to be -- and all through sexual means. Her thighs had become stronger through straddling him with her feet on his floor and lifting herself up and down on his beautiful cock. Her arms had become stronger from grasping his neck while he held her and they made love standing up.