The Afflicted Ch. 07

Aimée had great confidence she could win this one and settled onto Anders' already-recovered cock.

"Ooh that feels nice," she purred. "Now if you don't mind, let me do the work - yes?"

"You're the boss," murmured Anders. "Clearly."

Aimée slid down to take all of Anders into her and then pushed her pelvis against him. Once he was nice and moist, she lifted back off of him and angled her hips to slide her clit against his stiff shaft.

"Perfect," she gasped as she found the ideal angle to rub herself against his stiff manhood. "Is this all right for you, too?"

"Oh, yes," said Anders.

Abby was also moaning in ecstasy as Vlad pummeled her from below. She knew it would not take long - but suddenly she sensed the waves of pleasure coming from Aimée. Damn, she was still going to lose.

"That's - chea - ting!" she said between the slams of Vlad's cock into her.

"No - hands," gasped Aimée.

Her eyes were already starting to roll back into her head.

Abby was furious and she riffed through her mind - actually recalling an overwhelming orgasm she had seen in Aimée's mind.

"Take that, witch," she thought to herself as she opened the flood gates and cried out in ecstasy. Her fervor tipped over into Vlad as well and he poured himself into her.

"Damn!" cried Aimée, angrily, though she was soon to follow. By the time she was finished with her own orgasm and taken care of Anders, Abby had already walked to the kitchen to get something to drink and recover from her exertions.

"Too bad," she said when Aimée walked into the kitchen. "I know how much you wanted to win."

"I could have cared less about winning some ridiculous competition," said Aimée. "Honestly, I don't even know why we were doing it. However, regardless of the winner at least I didn't cheat."

"What?" said Abby, a cold tone creeping into her voice.

"You heard me."

"What? Do you think I faked it?"

"Oh, I know you weren't faking. I'd imagine half of this part of the city suddenly decided to go and find their partners when you had your orgasm - the way you were emitting. No, I mean to say that you used your little mind tricks to push yourself over. It wouldn't surprise me if you did something like that with Claude, too."

"Pardon?" said Abby, her face flushing bright red in anger. "Do you mean to actually imply I would use my gift to best you in something as trivial as that?"

"I don't mean to imply. I state it outright. You were nowhere near, and suddenly you were full on. I saw the change in you - and I felt it too. I felt the thought come on."

"Oh, now you are an empath."

"I didn't say that. What I meant to say is that you are a filthy, stinking, slutty, whore of a cheater who has to use her freakish gift to even gain an advantage in a childish game of sex. Who knows what trickery you inflicted on my poor brother."

"Aaahhhh!"

Abby jumped and was on top of Aimée in a second and the two naked girls were wrestling on the ground. With the levels of emotion running through the dorm, fights were not uncommon - but it was generally the boys who were caught in a tussle.

It was Abby who landed the first blow - a hard smack across Aimée's left cheek, leaving a clear handprint.

"Oh!" screamed Aimée. She ducked underneath Abby's next blow and landed a hard punch to Abby's chin, knocking her backward. There was an audible gasp of amazement at that - and it would be later before Aimée would learn why. However, the blow did something to Abby. Where she had been enraged, she suddenly grew calm and frightening in a way.

"You'll pay for that," she muttered.

"Go on and try," growled Aimée.

Abby feinted and then let Aimée take another swing - but the redhead suddenly wasn't there and had stepped aside to catch Aimée's forward momentum and throw her into a nearby table. Aimée dashed at her again. This time Abby wasn't fast enough and Aimée brought her to the ground, landing a vicious punch to Abby's nose which began bleeding profusely. Abby reached to Aimée's neck and raked a frightening gash from her neck down to above her right breast. Abby had just pushed Aimée off and was preparing her own assault when a loud and angry voice rang out.

"What in the hell is going on?"

The students turned to see Brana glowering from the entryway.

The crowd parted to reveal the two bloodied girls on the floor.

"Really?" she said, sadly. "Two of our brightest prospects and you behave this way? The rest of you, get back to class. Tell them I'll be along shortly with these two."

No one moved.

"Go!" she ordered.

The room was empty in less than a minute.

"Sit," said Brana in an authoritative voice that couldn't be ignored.

Both of the girls sat, side-by-side on a divan, but refused to look at each other.

"Now, which of you would like to explain such outrageous behavior?"

"She stole my memories and used them to seduce Claude," started Aimée.

"She didn't care at all about how I felt," said Abby.

And the two of them were off. Both of them talked at the same time and instead of stopping them, Brana sat calmly and listened to both at the same time.

I thought she was my friend/she took off her clothes first/I've never done anything like that, I wonder if she used her mind to trick me into taking Anders to the pool/I had no intention of falling in love with Claude/I was only trying to have some fun.

Finally, Aimée clapped a hand over Abby's mouth so she could get a word in by herself.

"She knows exactly how I feel about Claude; she's in the same predicament. So how could she do such a thing?"

Abby pushed Aimée's hand away and clapped a hand over Aimée's mouth.

"That's what I've been trying to tell her," Abby said, beginning to weep. "I am in the same predicament and I know exactly how she feels. I don't' know if things will go anywhere with Claude - but the feelings happened all the same. How would she feel if she suddenly had feelings for someone else? It's destroying me Brana. It is absolutely destroying me."

Brana sat quietly for a little while, absorbing everything she'd just heard.

"Well," she began, "in terms of the spontaneous contest with the boys - I don't have much to say, other than if you like - I can show you some tricks that can bring a man to his destination faster than you can possibly imagine. However, with the situation between the two of you and your brothers - I want to tell you a story of my own."

"When I was your age, I was in one of the first classes at the American Academy at Camp George. There were twelve of us including my sister and the love of my life, Blaine. Blaine and I knew before we even finished our education that we would petition to be bloodmates. I have never been in love like that before.

"Fate had a different plan for us. You see, we submitted our blood samples and there seemed something a bit odd. Galen himself did the approvals those days, and I'll tell you - no one has ever been as intuitive as Galen in regard to matches. Oh, he had his science as well - but when you have someone who can see into every cell in your body- and who has seen centuries of Afflicted history - you tend to put your faith in them.

"So, after examining our blood, he put a hold on the approval. He spent a great deal of time and asked for a day or two to consider all of the variables.

"The next day, he called me into a private conference. He explained that the factor he'd been concerned about had proven to be true. He had discovered that we had a rare combination of blood types and it would be devastating if we took each other as mates. In truth, the words he used were far over my head - but in the end it meant if we were to merge we would become a danger to ourselves and others.

"Put yourselves in my shoes. Imagine being told by someone that the love of your life, the first love of your life, was now forbidden - all because of some science that only the Afflicted's finest mind can comprehend.

"We are in your shoes," said Abby, reaching out unconsciously to take Aimée's hand.

"True," said Brana, "but you knew from the start that your brothers were off limits. There was always a small part of your hearts - even if it is tiny, that kept you from committing everything. Me, I had already surrendered everything. Body, soul, mind, heart - they already belonged to Blaine. Oh, I tried to be stoic, play the poor sobbing victim of lost love - but there was something growing in me - something dangerous."

"Then came the day when I heard the news. Blaine had petitioned for another mate - and his request had been accepted. The mate was my sister. My best friend in the world, and even more - a person from the same parents. I couldn't comprehend how this could happen. We had the same blood, we came from the same family. Why shouldn't she be off limits as well? But no, Galen declared them a perfect match. Perfect. You might not know this, but my gift is that I'm a lifter. Give me a spoon or an elephant, it makes no difference to me - I can put it where you want."

"What happened?" asked the girls, both of them enrapt.

"What happened is; I threw the most terrifying tantrum you can possibly imagine. I started with the furniture in my room and that wasn't enough, so I moved on to the doors. Soon I was outside and had toppled two buildings in my rage.

"In the end, it took three fliers and two deplaceurs to subdue me. I awoke the next morning... and I was sane again. Even more, I had a longing inside of me; a longing for someone else. Who it was, I wasn't sure - but I knew the moment Roger walked in the door that he was my mate."

"They didn't!" said Abby, aghast.

"Oh yes, they did," said Brana, quite seriously.

"Did what?" asked Aimée, uncertain of what they meant.

"They subjected Brana to a forced union," said Abby. "When she was unconscious, they performed the blood rite with a mate they had selected for her."

"Exactly so," said Brana, "and in so doing - they most likely saved my life. I was so in love with Roger, right away. You see, once your blood has joined, there isn't much choice. "

"But it's monstrous," insisted Abby.

"No," countered Brana, "it is science. I need you two to listen very closely to. The Council has a great duty laid upon them. The Affliction is dangerous in every one of us. We are gifted with stunning powers and abilities. We heal rapidly, we live for centuries - and the only thing we give up in return is the sun. However, the very thing that gives us these gifts is also the thing that makes us most dangerous. The Affliction has no intelligence. It wants love, it wants sex, and it wants blood - in that order. We live a highly structured life and choose our members carefully to be sure that our symbiote does not get the best of us."

Now, she took the girls' hands in her own.

"The two of you, are showing frightening signs of allowing such a thing to happen. Your little exhibition this afternoon was not an instance of two flighty young women being silly. It was two intelligent, powerful women of the Afflicted who let their minds be controlled by an organism swimming in their bloodstream. The day that you let your base instincts win over your behavior is the day that you may be forced to mate with someone against your will, if you are lucky. If you exhibit uncontrolled behavior to a great extent, you may just seal your doom."

"I will say one final thing - once I was mated with Roger and I was back in control of my faculties, I was visited by my sister and Blaine. Upon seeing this beautiful, happy couple I had a sudden revelation. I loved Blaine, I still do. But looking back - if I would have been generous...if I would have been human and not Afflicted - I would have allowed reason to prevail. With reason, the first person I would have chosen for Blaine was my very best friend in the world - who happened to also be my sister."

"I'm asking the two of you to consider the same. Who knows if this connection Abby felt with Claude is lasting or a momentary crush. However, as you move forward over the next few months - do not look at your friends as rivals for the brothers you have come to love. View them as potential mates for your brothers. Who would you rather your brother take to mate, a perfect stranger, or your dearest friend in the world?"

The two girls looked to each other shamefaced and hugged in a fierce embrace.

"I'm sorry," said Abby.

"Don't be," said Aimée. "It was me who was being stupid and selfish. "

"Well... perhaps at first," said Abby, kindly. "But later it was me who was the child.

"Good, you are made up," said Brana. "And we actually have a chance to get you to the Academy without being too late. Aimée, do you remember what the Battery station looks like?"

"Of course."

"Perfect, get some clothes on and we'll deplace there with your help. It's so good to have a jumper in our midst."

* * * *

They were there in short order, and Brana bade them a fond, but stern farewell.

As they were walking into the Academy, Abby leaned in to whisper to Aimée.

"I have a confession to make."

"What's that, Abby?"

"I did cheat."

"You did?" said Aimée, amazed. "You actually triggered your own orgasm?"

"Yes," said Abby. "I helped bring Vlad's along, too."

"So you're saying you can bring on an orgasm at any time? In yourself or in others?"

"Yes," said Abby. "It was a shameful way to win, using my gift like that."

"Who cares about the stupid game," said Aimée. "I'm just excited to explore the possibilities."

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