RF Arousal Ch 12

Diana Banks lies flat on her back. Her cock has finally stopped producing that pungent cum, but it continues to throb as her chest heaves. Some of her normal color is returning to her skin.

Inside the extraction unit, the machine milks the last of what Paula has to offer out of her. She shudders and goes limp, drooling as the machine convulses around her spent shaft.

Hot all over, dripping, and weak in the knees, Annette leans against the console.

“Doesn’t look like she’s having the reaction I was worried about,” she says breathlessly, but the three soccer players aren’t listening. Out of breath and more erect with every second, they watch the woman in the extraction unit with alarm.

“Is she gonna be OK?” Riley asks shakily.

“It won’t hurt her. You’re all infected. I probably am too. We need more serum.” Annette shakes her head to clear it and bends over the console again.

Sweaty hands bang on the windows. The commotion has attracted everyone in the hallway. They gaze hungrily through the glass.

“I feel weird,” Hana says, sounding close to panic.

“You’re going to be OK,” Annette replies without looking up.

“We don’t know how long they have,” Riley says, her eyes on the windows. “We have to cure them first.”

A sharp noise makes everyone look. The glass has cracked.

“Why don’t they just fuck each other?” Adella demands.

Annette looks annoyed. “I don’t know.”

“Oh shit,” Hana says, then she looks down at herself, and her eyes widen. A stain is growing on her bulge. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“The virus is putting your libido into overdrive. It’s supposed to be enjoyable,” Annette says tightly.

Riley licks her lips. “We have to let them in.”

Adella eyes flash with alarm. “What?”

“They’ll break that glass, and they aren’t thinking clearly. You want to help them? We can’t help them if they’re bleeding out. They’ll get cut up on the glass.”

“Oh god. Oh god. Riley.” Hana reaches out.

Riley blanches. The look in Hana’s eyes is out of control. She’s becoming one of them.

“Riley. Please,” Hana pleads, freeing her cock from her shorts.

“OK! OK! We open the doors,” Riley says, backing away from Hana. “You hear me, Annette? We can keep them busy. We don’t have to fight.” She swallows; her mind and her body are on completely different pages. Right now, even Hana’s little cock looks good. “And then you hit them with the cure. Annette?”

“OK!” Annette agrees.

Riley looks to Adella.

Adella shakes her head, then starts to strip. Riley hurriedly pushes her shorts down, only for Hana to grab her from behind, feverishly trying to put it in.

“Oh my god!” Riley pulls away and stumbles to the door. “What’s the code?”

“6969!” Annette says distractedly.

Riley punches it in and braces herself.