Go get some fresh air

You couldn't do it.

You couldn't bear the thought of using Fran as a tool to indulge your urge, whether she was immune or not. You didn't want to hurt her. You knew that she would probably agree to help you if you woke her up, but you just couldn't do it.

You stroked Fran's fringe and smiled. She was too precious for you, an accursed monster, to lay a finger on. You were supposed to protect her, not mindlessly fuck her just to make yourself feel better. You needed to get away from her before you lost control.

You carefully got off the bed without startling Fran, and left the room quietly. You decided to go get some fresh air. The mansion wasn't actually guarded at night, so it was quite easy for you to climb out of a window and escape into the forest.

You blindly ran in the woods for several minutes, hoping to calm the beast down, but it only got worse. You could almost feel your blood boiling in your veins. Your legs trembled, your stomach growled, and your spine ached. You wanted to eat. You wanted to kill. You wanted to find someone and ravage them in ways you couldn't even imagine. For an instant, you just wished to head back to the mansion and tear the first human you saw apart.

It was at this moment that you smelled the scent of blood coming from the northwest. Instinctively, you followed the scent and ran fast. It got thicker every second, and suddenly you smelled more than that. There was another beast. A competitor, perhaps, was also at the scene. But you didn't even care anymore. You needed the meat, fresh meat, to satiate your hunger, even if you had to pull it out of the beast's throat.

You chased the scent for a minute or two, and you finally found the source. There was a deer lying on the ground, its stomach torn open, and something was munching on it. It was a huge beast covered with white fur. You could see its sharp claws holding the dead deer's head and its back. Your instinct immediately told you that it was a werewolf, or to be more precise, a lycanthrope.

The moment you realized this, the lycanthrope also noticed your presence. It stopped chewing, lifted its head, and sniffed around for several seconds. Without any effort, it located you and stared at you angrily with its blue eyes.

{if game}{if game:F2R1_Act1ValerieSex == true}You've seen those eyes before, so you recognized the lycanthrope immediately. It was Valerie.

She lunged at you swiftly and pinned you down on the ground. You didn't resist, because judging by the force on your shoulders, you knew that she had recognized you, too.

"James? What are you doing out here?" She sounded surprised. Her voice was a little husky when she was in this form, but it sounded like wonderful music to you.

Consumed by the urge, you could barely form any words from your mouth, and all you could do was growl like a beast and try to bite her. Valerie seemed to have figured out your situation. The force on your shoulders further diminished as she slowly reverted to her human form. She was completely naked, with her mouth covered in blood, which your twisted mind found pretty sexy rather than scary.

Valerie gradually bent over and sealed your lips with hers. The small pieces of raw venison, the thick deer blood mixed with her saliva, rushed into your mouth, igniting every taste bud you had. You swallowed it without second thoughts as it tasted more delicious than the French escargots and grilled beef you had just had at the dinner party.

After consuming the meat and blood, you recovered a bit of your sanity. When Valerie finally released you, you couldn't wait to lick the remaining blood around your mouth clean. And finally, you could at least speak.

"Valerie... I need... more..." Four words were about to exhaust your strength. You looked into her blue eyes and searched for approval.

"I know what you're going through. Don't worry..." Valerie gave you a wicked smile as she crawled backward and unzipped your trousers.

You let out a low moan the second her fingers brushed against the tip of your manhood. Her fingernails were still sharp, and the stimulation drove your mind crazy.

You growled like a beast and suddenly got up. Valerie gave you a playful smile as she stepped backward. You rushed to her and pinned her back against a big tree behind her. You kissed her lips, and slowly moved downward to her cheek, and to her neck. Her scent of blood mixed with sweat was so overwhelming that you couldn't help tearing open her skin and tasting her flesh.

Valerie moaned lustfully with a satisfying smile as the pain in her neck further aroused her. She wrapped her arms around your neck to lift herself up, and carefully found your erected manhood down there with her intimacy. You could feel the tip of your dick being gently brushed by her labia, and you released her neck with an intense growl.

The wounds on her neck healed quickly, and in mere seconds, not even scars were left. But you didn't care about that anymore. You grabbed your dick, lined it up with her entrance, and pushed in. You remembered the last time you fucked her, she was in her lycanthrope form, all hard and fluffy. This time, it was completely different. She was softer, more mature.

A low gasp tore from Valerie's throat as she tilted her head back against the rough bark of the tree. She was warm and tight, and the feeling of her wrapping around you made the beast inside you roar even louder.

She rolled her hips against you almost immediately and moaned with every movement. You gripped her waist hard enough to leave bruises, your mouth latching back onto the spot you'd just bitten, sucking at the skin to taste the faint scent of her blood again.

"You're... doing good, James..." Valerie breathed out as her voice broke into soft moans when you thrust up into her hard. "Don't hold back the urge... Let it all out..." She smiled.

Her words broke the last thread of your control. You hooked your arms under her thighs to hold her up properly, and you thrust harder. Your mind gave in to the beast, and all you could think about right now was how good she felt, how perfect it was to sate this ravenous hunger, how you never wanted this moment to end.

The scent of deer blood and her natural musk filled your lungs, mixing with the cool night air of the forest. A part of your mind still screamed that you should stop, that you should get a hold of yourself, but that thought was quickly drowned by the roar of the beast. You would love to claim her. All of her.

Valerie didn't pull back, didn't flinch at the roughness of your grip, only moaned softly and urged you to thrust harder.

By the time you reached your climax, your limbs were shaking so hard that you could barely keep holding her. You spent all your remaining strength on your final thrust and unloaded every drop of your seed into her womb. Valerie let out a cry, and you both rolled onto the ground. You wrapped your arms around her and savored this precious moment, as the raging beast inside you was sated. For now.

"Feeling better?" She mumbled into your shoulder, lifting her head to look at you, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her blood-stained mouth.

"Yeah… Thank you, Valerie... I… I don't know what would've happened if you weren't here." You zipped up your fly and nodded, still too breathless to form a full sentence. Once some of your strength came back, you carefully pushed her away to give both of you some space.

"Don't mention it." Valerie stood up and slowly cleaned herself up, "I have been through what you're going through, all of it, when I decided to stop injecting myself with the monkshood solutions and accepted my fate. I know what it's like when the urge takes over. I'm surprised that you didn't just fuck the girl you like. Francesca is her name?"

"I... I don't want to hurt her." You tried to convince yourself that it was the right decision, but how could you justify having sex with Valerie again, betraying Fran again?

"Then your mind is stronger than mine." Valerie smiled helplessly as she went back for the deer.

{elseif game:F2R1_Act1ValerieSex == false}When you looked at its face, you found it familiar. You couldn't remember when or where you had seen this face, but the hesitation it brought you was fatal enough.

The lycanthrope lunged at you swiftly and pinned you down on the ground. You tried to resist, but you were outmatched by its strength. From its features, you figured out that it was a female.

"James? What are you doing out here?" The lycanthrope suddenly spoke. Her voice was a little husky, but you still recognized it. That beast in front of you was none other than Valerie, the hunter living in the cabin in the forest.

She's a werewolf? How?

Consumed by the urge, you could barely form any words from your mouth, and all you could do was growl like a beast and try to bite her. Valerie seemed to have figured out your situation. The force on your shoulders further diminished as she slowly reverted to her human form. She was completely naked, with her mouth covered in blood, which your twisted mind found pretty sexy rather than scary.

Valerie gradually bent over and sealed your lips with hers. The small pieces of raw venison, the thick deer blood mixed with her saliva, rushed into your mouth, igniting every taste bud you had. You swallowed it without second thoughts as it tasted more delicious than the French escargots and grilled beef you had just had at the dinner party.

After consuming the meat and blood, you recovered a bit of your sanity. When Valerie finally released you, you couldn't wait to lick the remaining blood around your mouth clean. And finally, you could at least speak.

"Valerie... I need... more..." Four words were about to exhaust your strength. You looked into her blue eyes and searched for approval.

"I know what you're going through. Don't worry..." Valerie gave you a wicked smile as she crawled backward and unzipped your trousers.

You let out a low moan the second her fingers brushed against the tip of your manhood. Her fingernails were still sharp, and the pain mixed with stimulation drove your mind crazy.

Valerie didn't tease you for long. As soon as your manhood erected and throbbed, she opened her bloodied mouth and swallowed your shaft whole. The warm and thick wetness that wrapped around you made your entire body tremble violently. You grunted intensely and gripped the grass beneath you hard enough that your knuckles turned white.

Valerie moved her head steadily, with the sharp edges of her nails scraping lightly against the skin of your thighs for the next few minutes. The urge was craving the werewolf that was blowing you. You groaned louder, desperate to satisfy the beast inside you.

Your vision blurred with overwhelming lust and instinct, and you could only feel the heat building rapidly down there with every deep swallow Valerie took. But Valerie didn't just let you have it easily. Just when you thought that you were about to reach the climax, she pulled back with a soft, wet pop. Confused, you looked down and saw your manhood covered with deer blood and her saliva, while Valerie slowly crawled toward you and leaned down.

"Yes..." You whispered and grabbed her waist to pull her closer.

Valerie didn't make you wait as she quickly positioned herself over you and sank down slowly. The pressure building inside you finally had an outlet when your shaft was consumed by her hot vagina.

You gripped her hips tightly to guide her movements as she set a steady, unhurried pace that only made your hunger grow stronger. Your muscles tensed with every roll of her hips. You could feel the way her cunt clenched around you, sharp, hungry, matching the beast that had taken over your mind just minutes before.

Valerie threw her head back and let out an intense moan. The scent of deer blood and her natural musk filled your lungs, mixing with the cool night air of the forest. A part of your mind still screamed that you should stop, that you should get a hold of yourself, but that thought was quickly drowned by the roar of the beast. You would love to claim her. All of her.

"You're... doing good, James..." Valerie breathed out as her voice broke into soft moans when you thrust up into her hard. "Don't hold back the urge... Let it all out..." She smiled.

Her words broke the last thread of your control. You tightened your grip on her hips and thrust up into her hard and rough to match her rhythm. The wet, lewd sounds of your connection filled the quiet night.

Valerie didn't pull back, didn't flinch at the roughness of your grip, only moaned softly and urged you to thrust harder.

By the time you reached your climax, your limbs were shaking so hard that you could barely keep holding her. You spent all your remaining strength on your final thrust and unloaded every drop of your seed into her womb. Valerie let out a cry and collapsed against your chest. Your reasoning mind was slowly coming back, and you didn't dare to move a muscle beneath this dangerous werewolf.

"Feeling better?" She mumbled into your shoulder, lifting her head to look at you, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her blood-stained mouth.

"Why... are you doing this?" You trembled slightly, "Does Dr. Jones know that you're..."

"He knows." Valerie stood up and slowly cleaned herself up, "I'm doing this because I don't want you to go crazy and infect others. Your urge has been sated. What's the matter with how you did it?"

"How do I know I can trust you?" You stood up and backed down one step.

"Huh, I don't think you have a choice." Valerie sneered at you, "Look, I have been through what you're going through, all of it, when I decided to stop injecting myself with the monkshood solutions and accepted my fate. I know what it's like when the urge takes over. I'm surprised that you didn't just fuck the girl you like. Francesca is her name?"

"I... I don't want to hurt her." You tried to convince yourself that it was the right decision, but how could you justify having sex with a werewolf to control the urge brought by lycanthropy?

"Then your mind is stronger than mine." Valerie smiled helplessly as she went back for the deer.{endif}

{else}When you looked at its face, you found it familiar. You couldn't remember when or where you had seen this face, but the hesitation it brought you was fatal enough.

The lycanthrope lunged at you swiftly and pinned you down on the ground. You tried to resist, but you were outmatched by its strength. From its features, you figured out that it was a female.

"James? What are you doing out here?" The lycanthrope suddenly spoke. Her voice was a little husky, but you still recognized it. That beast in front of you was none other than Valerie, the hunter living in the cabin in the forest.

Consumed by the urge, you could barely form any words from your mouth, and all you could do was growl like a beast and try to bite her. Valerie seemed to have figured out your situation. The force on your shoulders further diminished as she slowly reverted to her human form. She was completely naked, with her mouth covered in blood, which your twisted mind found pretty sexy rather than scary.

Valerie gradually bent over and sealed your lips with hers. The small pieces of raw venison, the thick deer blood mixed with her saliva, rushed into your mouth, igniting every taste bud you had. You swallowed it without second thoughts as it tasted more delicious than the French escargots and grilled beef you had just had at the dinner party.

After consuming the meat and blood, you recovered a bit of your sanity. When Valerie finally released you, you couldn't wait to lick the remaining blood around your mouth clean. And finally, you could at least speak.

"Valerie... I need... more..." Four words were about to exhaust your strength. You looked into her blue eyes and searched for approval.

"I know what you're going through. Don't worry..." Valerie gave you a wicked smile as she crawled backward and unzipped your trousers.

You let out a low moan the second her fingers brushed against the tip of your manhood. Her fingernails were still sharp, and the pain mixed with stimulation drove your mind crazy.

Valerie didn't tease you for long. As soon as your manhood erected and throbbed, she opened her bloodied mouth and swallowed your shaft whole. The warm and thick wetness that wrapped around you made your entire body tremble violently. You grunted intensely and gripped the grass beneath you hard enough that your knuckles turned white.

Valerie moved her head steadily, with the sharp edges of her nails scraping lightly against the skin of your thighs for the next few minutes. The urge was craving the werewolf that was blowing you. You groaned louder, desperate to satisfy the beast inside you.

Your vision blurred with overwhelming lust and instinct, and you could only feel the heat building rapidly down there with every deep swallow Valerie took. But Valerie didn't just let you have it easily. Just when you thought that you were about to reach the climax, she pulled back with a soft, wet pop. Confused, you looked down and saw your manhood covered with deer blood and her saliva, while Valerie slowly crawled toward you and leaned down.

"Yes..." You whispered and grabbed her waist to pull her closer.

Valerie didn't make you wait as she quickly positioned herself over you and sank down slowly. The pressure building inside you finally had an outlet when your shaft was consumed by her hot vagina.

You gripped her hips tightly to guide her movements as she set a steady, unhurried pace that only made your hunger grow stronger. Your muscles tensed with every roll of her hips. You could feel the way her cunt clenched around you, sharp, hungry, matching the beast that had taken over your mind just minutes before.

Valerie threw her head back and let out an intense moan. The scent of deer blood and her natural musk filled your lungs, mixing with the cool night air of the forest. A part of your mind still screamed that you should stop, that you should get a hold of yourself, but that thought was quickly drowned by the roar of the beast. You would love to claim her. All of her.

"You're... doing good, James..." Valerie breathed out as her voice broke into soft moans when you thrust up into her hard. "Don't hold back the urge... Let it all out..." She smiled.

Her words broke the last thread of your control. You tightened your grip on her hips and thrust up into her hard and rough to match her rhythm. The wet, lewd sounds of your connection filled the quiet night.

Valerie didn't pull back, didn't flinch at the roughness of your grip, only moaned softly and urged you to thrust harder.

By the time you reached your climax, your limbs were shaking so hard that you could barely keep holding her. You spent all your remaining strength on your final thrust and unloaded every drop of your seed into her womb. Valerie let out a cry and collapsed against your chest. Your reasoning mind was slowly coming back, and you didn't dare to move a muscle beneath this dangerous werewolf.

"Feeling better?" She mumbled into your shoulder, lifting her head to look at you, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her blood-stained mouth.

"Why... are you doing this?" You trembled slightly.

"Because I don't want you to go crazy and infect others. Your urge has been sated. What's the matter with how you did it?" Valerie stood up and slowly cleaned herself up. "Look, I have been through what you're going through, all of it, when I decided to stop injecting myself with the monkshood solutions and accepted my fate. I know what it's like when the urge takes over. I'm surprised that you didn't just fuck the girl you like. Francesca is her name?"

"I... I don't want to hurt her." You tried to convince yourself that it was the right decision, but how could you justify having sex with a werewolf to control the urge brought by lycanthropy?

"Then your mind is stronger than mine." Valerie smiled helplessly as she went back for the deer.{endif}

"So... What are you doing out here?" You caught up with her and asked. Your legs were still shaking terribly, and you realized that you were too exhausted to make it back to the mansion right away.

"The urge doesn't just disappear after you fully transform, James. I need to deal with it from time to time. Like this time, I deliberately transformed and hunted in the woods. Feasting on raw meat helps me sate the urge. It's better than having sex with just anyone and risking infecting them." Valerie turned around and smiled at you while she kept moving forward, "So... If you want to have sex with me to ease your urge, you're all welcome to come find me in the cabin. It helps me, too..."

"That's... terrible..." For the first time you heard someone who wasn't a human talking about their condition. For the first time you began to believe that maybe not all of them were evil. Maybe...

"Don't get me wrong. I still suggest you kill yourself before it's too late. Believe me, turning into a werewolf is a fate worse than death." Valerie just picked up the deer and continued walking.

"If that's the case... may I ask what keeps you moving?"

"Vengeance." She said in a deep tone, "I have to kill that pure werewolf who killed my father and mother, who infected me and made me a monster. Then I can finally rest in peace."

"And you think it's the same werewolf that attacked me? It has black fur and yellow eyes." You described what you knew of the attacker.

"Yellow eyes, sure. It was dark at night when it attacked us, so I couldn't see clearly." She paused for a moment, "But I know it is the one. I'm sure."

You noticed a sliver of uncertainty in her voice. You knew that she wasn't sure at all. She was just saying that to keep her mind intact, to convince herself that this was it, that killing this werewolf would be her last mission and she could finally be free from this living hell. You were scared, not only of what she had become, but also of what you would become.

You followed Valerie to the small camp that she had set up earlier. Her crossbow was there, too. She lit a bonfire, sliced up the venison, and started to grill the meat. You sat beside her and just watched quietly. It smelled really good, and you began to salivate.

"You should have some to recover your strength. You won't survive in the forest like this. Here. " Valerie handed you a piece of grilled venison and smiled, "You can rest for a while if you like. Don't worry. I'll watch over you."

"Thank you..."

You quickly finished the venison and lay down by the fire. Never could you have imagined that you would feel this safe when you knew a werewolf was watching you sleep. Your mind was still racing for questions and answers, but your body couldn't keep up. You fell asleep in no time.

You were woken by a strong scent of blood in the early morning. It wasn't deer blood, but something more intense. The bonfire was out, and Valerie was nowhere to be seen. You got up and noticed that your strength had come back. So you began to look around. Her crossbow in the camp was not there, either, but you found a note.

Smelled blood. Went to check. Stay still.

You really wished you could just stay still if you hadn't smelled the blood, too. It was too strong for you to ignore. You concentrated your senses and sniffed around. Soon you decided that the scent was coming from the southeast. You should go find out what it was. Maybe Valerie needed help.

You took a step forward and you froze.

Southeast? But... that was the direction to the Smith Mansion.