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Chapter 14 by lordfoebane lordfoebane

Check on Angela, Hide, or Look for another way to escape?

Escape?

You push the guilt down as you rush into the other room. Angela is probably already a succubus from the way her scream sounded.

The door shuts behind you and you take stock of the room.

A one person bed sits below a golden cross hanging on the wall.

Overall what you guess is melissa’s room seems fairly plain for a girl her age with a desk, laptop, a few books, and posters.

You look toward the rooms window and move toward it checking it over searching for a latch to open it.

You don’t hear the door behind you open but you hear it shut and spin to face melissa as she closes it behind her, clicking the lock and stands there.

Her hair is a mess as she steps toward you her chest heaving stiff aroused peaks tenting her shirt that now dangles partly torn off one shoulder, every other stained sweaty inch below that bare. Your eyes unable to help wandering down briefly.

“Why didn’t you save me…..” she says with a tremble in a husky but hurt voice and shivers swallowing coming closer you look around fumbling with the window behind you as you remain facing her. Out in the hall you can hear her parents becoming more and more obscene as they trade lust filled taunts and curses.

“please don’t leave me” she moans with an honest pleading underneath the lustful tone that snaps your attention fully back to her.

“he…he’ll take me again…..use me…break me.…” she licks her lips as her budding breasts begin to heave faster before she looks at you again her vaguely human but utterly bloodshot eyes beginning to show a soft red glow.

“take me…..make me yours…” she growls softly almost purring as she begins to close the distance between you slowly as she squeezes her swollen tits tightly through her shirt before sinking her claws into the fabric and tearing it open down the middle bearing her chest to your eyes arching her back to push it forward if she was wearing a bra earlier it clearly broke on the stairs as they continue to expand from a C to a D cup before your very eyes, she tosses her hair back clearly trying to entice you as she saunters forward her shirt sliding off shoulders onto the floor leaving her bare.

“mmm pleassse…..I don’t wanna be daddy’s fucking girl forever…..please…I’ll do anything…..hah be…anything….” her hand is on your chest resting over your heart. Her eyes seem honest…if dazed.

She swallows before continuing leaning up to your lips making you freeze but she doesn’t kiss you, but you can feel her hot heavy breath on your lips as she hovers so very close.

“I’ll be your girl…your…whore” you look into her eyes and realize that she seems to be fighting against the instinct that enslaves all the infected you’ve seen to their lust…and their corrupter.

Her hips rock back and forth as her eyes glaze her clawed hands stroking up and down your chest. Her lips nipping the air near your chin. Whatever fight she has left in her and whatever hold on sanity she is clinging to seems to be slipping. Maybe you can talk some sense into her, escape and take her with you and maybe find a cure before she turns…she still has a couple hours before the virus fully takes her.

You swallow hard it’s the honesty in those eyes that makes it hard to consider leaving her and escaping yourself. A heartbreaking revelation occurring to you that her affection for you perhaps is helping her resist while at the same time though it seems to be directing her focus on you. Hell of a time for love at first sight, you think before the tragedy of the situation makes you winch.

Your eyes flirt to the cross on the wall briefly then are drawn back to hers as she cups your cheeks with warm velvety soft hands

“please please…..I want you…..want it to mmm be you…..I……can’t hold on much longer…so…hard not to cummm” she laps at your chin with a pink tongue that darkens before your eyes.

“Take me” she husks her eyes lidding as she moves her hand to one of her nipples and pinches it harshly twisting the bud as you feel her trembling harder.

Is there anything of melissa left to try and save you wonder, she’s already looking and aching for a fuck like a hot little slut…

Take the bitch, Escape with or without her, or find another way?

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