Another wild night with Francesca

When you left the forest and returned to the town, the night has already fallen. You called Fran, but she didn't pick up. So, you wasted no time and drove straight back to the hotel. You hoped that she was in your room, sleeping, rather than something else. Something worse.

You rushed upstairs, and you already heard strange noises before you opened the door. But when you did, you couldn't believe what you saw.

"What are..."

Fran was lying on the bed with her legs spread, a finger inside her cunt. She kept her eyes shut and moaned loudly, not even noticing your entrance. You quickly closed the door behind you to prevent others from suspecting anything. However, soon you realized that it might be a bad idea since the air in the room was filled with the pheromone emitted from your lycanthropy-infected girl. It was harder for you to concentrate as you walked closer to her.

"James, you're back!" Fran heard your footsteps and opened her lustful eyes, staring at you, "Come here! I'm feeling so horny today... I need your help... I need you inside me again..."

You wanted to say no and resist. You wanted to cure Fran as soon as possible. But within a few seconds, you didn't. You crazily threw your clothes away and crawled onto the bed.

Fran smiled at you as she pulled her finger out. When you smelled the aroma, you completely lost it, grabbed Fran's arm and sucked her finger. But you were far from satisfied after you licked it clean, so you growled like a beast, buried your head between her thighs and explored her intimacy with your flexible tongue.

"That's it, James... Ah!" She arched her back immediately, letting out a sharp moan from her parted lips. She tangled her hand in your hair and pressed you closer against her. Every nerve of her started to vibrate, sending swarms of ecstasy through her body that she couldn't experience on her own.

Every breath you drew was thick with her sweet scent, and the wet slickness around your tongue only made you more feral. You could feel her hips rolling against your face, chasing the friction she craved. You heard her soft moans echoing, and each wave of them further boiled your blood and built up the hunger of the beast inside you.

You grabbed the flesh of her thighs, holding her open for you as you swirled your tongue faster and pushed deeper. Fran moaned louder and more frantically as her whole body trembled under your touch.

"I'm... I'm gonna... Ah..." Fran let out a breathy cry right before she shuddered and flooded your mouth with her squirt. You drank it down greedily without letting a single drop spill. She released her grip and gasped for air.

"I'm not done yet." You pulled your head back and growled lowly. Your lips were still glistening with her wetness, and your cock was throbbing painfully with the **** need to sink deep into her.

"James..." She looked at you with an inviting smile.

You climbed on top of her while lifting her legs, and drove your hardened manhood straight through her labia and into her cunt.

Fran wrapped her legs around your hips instantly after a sultry moan, locking you deep inside her. The familiar, intoxicating warm heat made you groan and you had to pause for a few seconds to catch your breath.

She held you tighter with her arms, and suddenly bit deeply into your neck. The stabbing pain cleared your mind for a split second when you were sure that Fran's upper and lower canines were sharper than usual. But soon the pain began to fade as the pleasure from below overwhelmed you. You cradled her head, and struck her shoulder with your teeth on the same spot to satisfy your desire. Fran moaned aloud from the bite, and she just bit harder.

A drop of blood escaped your mouth and left a red dot on the pillow. You held Fran's waist with the other hand and pounded into her roughly, with each thrust the two of you bit harder into each other. The wet squelch of your movements filled the room, mixing with your low growls from your throats.

You lost track of time until the heat accumulating in your lower part became too intense for you to hold back. You released Fran's bloody shoulder and let out a moan before shooting your release into her as she came again with a cry. Her walls pulsed and squeezed around you until you were empty and pulling out.

You collapsed onto the bed beside Fran and pulled her close against your chest. Both of you were totally wasted. Hearing her breaths, you closed your eyes with a satisfying smile and quickly fell asleep.

You woke up some time around midnight with a clear mind. Fran was still sleeping, and the memories began to come back to you. Holy shit, I did it again! You carefully checked Fran's shoulder and found that the wounds were sealed again, just like the last time. You sighed in relief.

You quickly got up and found one of the syringes of monkshood solution in the pocket of your clothes. You pierced Fran's skin with the needle and injected the monkshood solution into her veins. She didn't wake up, and her breathing slowly calmed down in a few minutes. That was a good sign. It meant that she had been cured of lycanthropy.

You took a deep breath and lay on the bed afterwards. There would be a lot of things you needed to explain to her, but right now you could finally rest.

June 1st.

You woke up at around 10 a.m. and Fran was still sleeping next to you. You gently stroked her fringe before getting up and going to get some breakfast. When you brought back her share, she just woke up and looked at you with an awkward expression.

"James... About last night... I'm not like that usually..." She seemed to be feeling a bit guilty as she looked away. Seeing her face like this broke your heart.

"No... It's okay. Actually it's all my fault." You put the bread and milk on the table before you sat by her and hugged her.

"What are you talking about?"

"I went to the cabin in the forest to meet Dr. Jones' friend, Valerie, yesterday. I know my condition now."

You told her everything you knew about the werewolf and lycanthropy, about you being infected and unable to be cured unless you found a voluntary pure werewolf to give you the pheromone necessary to complete the cure, about you being a carrier that unconsciously infected her the other night.

Fran just listened, but you could feel her slightly shaking in your arms. When you were finally finished, she lowered her head and bit her lips as she couldn't find the right words to express her feelings right away. You just sat there and remained silent. The situation was dire, and you hadn't really thought of your next moves yet.

But first of all... You released her and looked her in the eyes.

"Fran, I don't want to get you hurt. You should-"

"I'm not going anywhere." Fran just knew what you were going to say and looked at you with resolve, "I'm not leaving you alone. I'm always with you, remember?"

You really hoped that she would understand that keeping your distance was the only right thing to do, that any risk to her wasn't worth taking. But you should have known better; the Francesca you had known since your childhood times would never back down, not after everything you had gone through together. You let out a long, shaky breath.

"I know. I just… I can't stand the thought of something happening to you because of me. I can't risk infecting you again!"

Fran wrapped her hand around yours, and carefully checked your fingernails. You tried to pull back, fearing that you would hurt her, but the warmth from her palm calmed you down. You enjoyed her gentle caress more than ever.

"Nothing's going to happen that we don't face together. We've already figured out what the problem is, right? Now we just need to find that werewolf. That's our next step, isn't it?"

You hugged Fran again and nodded quietly. You heard her sobbing softly in your arms, and you couldn't help but follow. The road ahead would be difficult. You didn't know how this would come out, but at least you and Fran were willing to try.

The End of Act 1

Doses of monkshood solution remained: 3.