The Afflicted Ch. 05

When they were not making love, she was exercising, readying her body for him. Every waking and every dreaming moment was about sex. She and Jacob had found a book of erotic poetry and learned the words they had only heard muttered by adults when they thought no one was listening. Cunt was her favorite. She loved exercising her cunt. She would squeeze it tight when she was alone to improve the tone...and she would squeeze it even tighter when it was wrapped around Jacob.

Their sessions had grown longer and longer. Jacob's volume had grown greater and his recovery time shorter. They would often collapse, exhausted, only to find their bodies urging them back into action before their hearts had even ceased racing.

Suddenly, they zoomed in on one specific time that Abby and Jacob had had sex. Before, they'd been leafing through the memories like one might through a picture book. Now, they were right there, in the moment.

Abby had been toying with Jacob all morning. The day before, they had made love for nine solid hours. Today, she wanted to wait as long as she could.

It wasn't easy. Not for her, and not for Jacob either.

They were reading a book, a journal to be exact. She was seated in Jacob's lap, wearing a short dress she'd found in the clothing supply (with nothing on beneath it). She could feel his erection pressing against her, but that was nothing new. He was practically always erect.

The journal was... spicy, to say the least. They'd found it not three days before. It was a woman's journal, a woman who had been left in this same safe house a century before. It had been her, one other woman, and five men. Jacob and Abby had learned many, many lessons and many words as well. My, how this woman had liked the word 'fuck'... and she and Jacob were both still somewhat shocked at the roughness of the sex she described. At one point the woman (named Jorie) had taken on two men at once, while a third man had 'throat-fucked' her in her own words. Also in the mix, had been Jorie's brother. They were not mates, but since they were trapped there without their own bloodmates, they took advantage of the situation to try what they'd always wanted to.

She and Jacob were reading a passage about Jorie having what sounded like an hour-long orgasm. She felt his hand snake around to caress her breast.

"Let's wait just a little longer, Jake," she murmured, though her hardening nipples argued against her reluctance.

"No," said Jacob. He spoke in a deep, lusty, insistent tone that stirred her in surprising ways. "I want you now. I'll take you now, whether you like it or not."

He lifted her up and before she knew it she'd been thrown across the arm of the leather couch, her dress lifted, and her legs spread.

"Mmmm... very well, my insistent brother," she moaned. "Are you ready to make your sister your whore?"

She loved that word... especially when she used it with him. It was so nasty, so naughty.

"Yes," growled Jacob. "Do you like that, my slut? Do you like the feel of me inside of you?"

As he spoke, he was pushing his manhood into her, opening her labia as her hungry pussy swallowed his rock hard cock.

"I would," she moaned. "If you were doing it harder. Is that all you've got?"

"I'll show you what I've got."

Though she didn't have much to compare it to, she knew that Jacob was long. Though he wasn't thick, every time he entered her... especially the first time... it felt like his long, slick pole was never going to stop gliding into her. When it finally did, she groaned as he pushed against her cervix and it seemed he would split her open.

It started slowly, but the pace picked up quickly and soon he was making her shudder with each slam. She pulled her dress up over her head and her breasts were soon bobbing beneath her as each impact sent ripples throughout her entire body.

She could sense he was getting close.

"Now, Jacob," she said. "Cum inside your sister. Make me your whore completely."

"Oh Abby!" shouted Jacob in a strangled cry.

"Yes, my love," she called back over her shoulder. "Pour yourself into me. Don't hold back."

He did with the stunning volume of a 'stallion'. After the first burst he pulled out, knowing from experience that there would be too much if he stayed inside of her. His next jet sprayed out over her back, gushing forth across the small of her back and up to her shoulder blades in a veritable wave of cum. With his rod slickened by their juices, he stayed there between her cheeks and worked himself feverishly, unleashing a third and stunning wave. As he twitched there, Abby felt a strange excitement as he rubbed against her other opening. He was about to pull away when she reached back and took his hand.

"No," Abby growled. "You aren't done yet. Like this," she held his softening cock against her tiny, tight forbidden opening and felt his lovely shaft spring instantly back to life from the excitement.

They had somehow not gotten around to making love this way yet, but the carnal force in her soul demanded more. It hungered for yet another way of being fed.

He pushed slowly and his slickened knob popped in the first inch easily.

It hurt. It hurt so much but she gasped in pleasure, needing this added sensation desperately.

"More," she begged him, and he pushed another inch.

"Oh god!" she cried and he stopped out of concern.

"Abby," Jacob moaned, "We shouldn't..."

"Don't you dare stop, you bastard," she growled in a guttural tone.

"But..."

She put an end to his argument by thrusting backward into his cock and taking the full length into her in one movement. The burning of her flesh was both excruciating and exhilarating. Though it hurt, she could already feel the Affliction healing her tightest canal and strengthening that part of her body so it was more than ready for the taboo fuck she longed for.

The excitement of the forbidden overwhelmed Jacob within moments and he was soon pounding into her ass with rapid thrusts. She met each thrust with even greater force and her ass was red from being spanked by his hips.

She lost herself then, allowing him to pummel away a she took part of her consciousness away and reached into their bodies. When she'd contemplated anal sex, she had speculated on whether it would take her own hand between her legs in order to climax. She didn't need to wonder any more. Being fucked in this fashion brought a different sort of bliss, a more animal and base pleasure.

There was something building and her instincts told her the only way to achieve it was to keep going, to not pause or stop until whatever it was arrived. She willed Jacob's body to more strength. His cock in her ass was no longer foreign, but a beautiful, bestial thing that pushed her even further into oblivion.

"Oh Abby!" cried out Jacob, his hips bucking and his entire body stiffening. If her interior had been burning from friction and torn flesh, it was now fiery from the hot cum he was shooting into her.

That was the thing he had been awaiting.

"Now Jacob! Fuck my ass! Fill me up! Shoot your cum into me, but don't stop!"

Jacob's cock and hips became a blur of motion as he shot hot streams of creamy goo into her innermost recesses. She felt a cry beginning somewhere in the base of her brain. "Aaaiiiiiiaaahhhh!!" she screamed, pulling rapidly off of his cock and falling against the leather of the contraption. It was joy. It was raw bliss. It was something more! The heavenly pleasure made her body convulse with uncontrollable pleasure.

She was hungry.

They had gone too far. She knew it. She had one thing on her mind. She wanted to turn and rip out her mate's neck with her teeth and suck his life into her AND let him do the same so they could merge as bloodmates. There was one conscious thread left in her brain, one tiny area that knew she could not surrender to this need. She bit down on the leather of the couch kept her teeth there, growling with angry lust as the orgasm/lust swept through her. Better to bite the couch than her brother's neck and break the Council laws.

Jacob did not understand. He tried to come up behind her and comfort her. His hips pressed against her ass.

"Get away," she growled, momentarily taking her mouth off of the leather.

"But," started her brother.

"It's just...too much," she tried to explain. "Stay back and let me...let me finish."

Jacob looked down helplessly as the spasms continued to rock her body. Abby gasped and moaned for several minutes, caught in divine conflict. Part of her welcomed the seismic shocks of pleasure rocking her body, while a small part of her mind continued fighting the bloodthirsty hunger that the orgasms were pushing her toward.

After several minutes of this, she finally began to calm and looked up at her brother who had sat down to watch her. She was somehow able to get control of herself again.

"That was amazing," said Jacob, bending down to kiss her.

"That's one word for it," said Abby, wiping the sweat from her face.

Speaking of sweat, Aimée's eyes fluttered and she had to shake herself to remember where she was. Her body was coated with perspiration, as was Abby's. Their two bodies slid against each other as Abby's eyes opened and she gasped at the intensity of the memory they'd just relived

"Oh my," said Aimée, sliding off of Abby, but still staying wrapped around the stunningly sexual redhead.

Aimée realized something... she was calm and satisfied. Because she had been in physical contact with another one of their kind, AND because the sex had been 'real' in terms of how her system reacted to the memory brought to life of Abby fucking her brother. Aimée was no longer longing to find one of the boys in the dorm. Her needs were satiated.

"Oh my, indeed," whispered Abby, leaning over to give a soft, passionate kiss to Aimée as a way of sealing the intimate experience they had just shared.

"Abby," that's some gift you have," whispered Aimée. "I feel like...I feel like you're my sister. More than my sister. How can I ever thank you for that."

"Aimée, dear, it was a gift for me, too. Besides, when I met you I just knew -- I knew we were meant to be friends - intimate friends."

"Do you do this with everyone?"

"Goodness no," said Abby, giggling. "I'll share the Christmas scene or a something like that as a party trick, but I would never share such memories with just anyone. What kind of a slut do you think I am?"

"A very talented one," laughed Aimée. "But tell me Abby, why did you go so far with me."

"Isn't that obvious? Like I said at the beginning, I wanted to let you almost sleep with a man. What do you think?"

"Oh my god!" exclaimed Aimée, sitting up in bed, her eyes going wide. "It took you saying that for me to realize it wasn't me who fucked Jacob... I mean, to put it more properly, that it wasn't me who had made love to Jacob."

"Who is the slut now, Aimée?" said Abby teasingly. "Look at you, a mouth like a sailor, lying naked with another woman while you relive sexual memories."

"Well, I..." Aimée stammered, too embarrassed to even finish what she was saying.

"Don't worry about it -- and trust me, Jacob and I made love a lot, but we fucked a lot more."

They fell back onto the bed, wrapped around each other and enjoying the simple intimacy of each other's company.

"Abby, I do have one question. When I was 'with' you, I kept feeling things through you -- but I saw things through Jacob's eyes."

"Didn't you know?" asked Abby, stroking her hand tenderly through Abby's hair.

"Know what?"

"Aimée dear, I'm blind. I never had very good vision and it faded more and more as I grew older. By the time my gift arrived I had lost almost all of my vision. To me, the world is simply a blur of light and darkness -- which is mostly dark given this dim world that our kind lives in."

"But how..."

"I'm an empath -- I simply borrow other people's eyes to get me around. It's not a problem as long as there is a sighted person with me. However, put me in an empty room and I'm a bull in a China shop."

"So, right now you're..."

"Yes, I'm looking through your eyes. I look quite lovely, by the way, my hair all tussled and my cheeks all aglow."

Aimée took that in and was about to drift off to sleep, but had to say one more thing.

"Abby?"

"Yes, Aimée?"

"I do know one thing," said Aimée, yawning. "I want to meet your brother."

"I want to meet yours, too," said the blind empath. "Now, one more thing I need to show you."

Then, Abby sent a sort of montage of images and memories of Abby sleeping with the other boys in the dorm. She also communicated the emotions she had gone through.

Through this, Aimée also took the journey of emotions that Abby had gone through. She was able to feel how Abby had gone through the same turmoil and sense of betrayal when she had finally succumbed the lust which built up in her body.

Aimée saw how Abby was now lovers with many young men, but her heart was still set aside, still waiting for Jacob to return... or for the mate who might be waiting in the wings.

"You see," said Abby. "It doesn't necessarily get better, but it does get easier... if that makes sense."

"It does," said Aimée as she stifled a yawn.

She still felt the ache in her heart for Claude, and what Abby had shown her provided her odd comfort. She saw that you could be true to your heart while still satiating the sexual hungers of an Afflicted body.

With that, they drifted off to sleep.

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