Wake Francesca up - she's immune

Fran took the monkshood solution only a few days ago, so she was immune at this moment. She wouldn't be infected even if you couldn't control yourself and hurt her.

You felt like a cold-hearted bastard when you shook Fran's shoulder and tried to wake her up. Or perhaps, you didn't, because the urge was slowly taking over you and you cared less and less about morals every second.

"Hmm? James? What's wrong?" Fran rubbed her eyelids as she looked at you with her drowsy eyes in confusion.

You didn't reply, nor did you give her time to be prepared as you climbed on top of her and ripped her clothes apart. Fran looked scared at first, but she quickly understood what was going on and just allowed you to do whatever you wanted with a comforting smile on her face.

You should have felt guilty, but you didn't. You showed your sharp canines and mercilessly bit Fran's shoulder.

"Mm!" The pain became unbearable this time because the monkshood solution in Fran's veins was also keeping her from the sedative effect of your pheromone. She had to put her fingers in her mouth to swallow the scream, as well as to stop her from biting her own tongue. Tears dropped from her eyes and soaked the pillow, but she just patted your head with love and sympathy.

You bit harder and harder until the beast inside quieted down a little. You retreated and stared at the bite marks on Fran's shoulder. The wounds were not healing up as fast as before, since she wasn't benefiting from the infection's regeneration effect now, and her blood was dripping down at a worrying speed. Except that didn't worry you, because you were already focusing on something else.

You quickly removed both your and Fran's trousers, while she was covering the wounds with the blanket, trying to stop the bleeding.

You giggled wickedly as you lifted Fran's left leg to get a better view of her intimacy. Your fingers brushed lightly over her soft skin, her hardened clit, and her juicy labia. Her body trembled under your touch. She opened her thighs wider for you. It was an invitation you couldn't possibly decline.

You started with your index finger, drilling it into the hole. You could feel it captured and sucked deeper by the walls. You slid your finger back and forth, touching every spot in the tunnel to give Fran an unmatched pleasure. She panted and moaned, matching your pace.

Her blood was soaking the blanket over her shoulder, and looking at the red just made you more wild. You added your middle finger with a crazy smile on your face. Fran let out a sultry moan of arousal as she felt your two fingers ravaging inside her. She felt weaker, and her face became paler due to the blood loss, but she just kept enduring the pain and looking at you with indulgence. She knew you needed this, now more than ever.

You lost track of time when you finally pulled out your fingers and licked them clean. Fran's juice tasted as sweet as her blood and as appetizing as her meat. It didn't help sating your urge at all, only made it worse.

The beast roared ravenously as it urged you to claim what it has been craving, what you have been craving. Your manhood has been erect for a long time. It was throbbing, eager to be consumed by the beauty in front of you. The last shard of humanity in your mind begged you to lift your head and look at Fran one more time.

"It's okay... I'm okay... I will be..." Fran nodded with her body shaking and whispered with a pale smile. That shattered what was left of your conscience.

You grabbed Fran's left thigh, lined yourself up at her entrance, and pushed in slowly. When your manhood was wrapped around by the heat, you let out a low growl. You felt like you were drowning in a warm ocean of pleasure. You were crushed by waves of roaring tides, and dragged further and further away from the shore. You fell down, got disoriented, and soon you felt nothing more but the intoxicating sensation consuming you.

You held your right hand behind your back on the bed to support yourself, and began to thrust. Fran almost cried, as the pain from the bite on her shoulder became like ten times more intense. But she was trying her best to hold herself together. She caressed your hand on her thigh with one hand, and gently rubbed her own clit with the other to stimulate herself.

The rhythm you set was rough, driven by the hunger that has been eating at you since the urge began to take over. Her quiet moans, mixed with your beast-like growls, echoed in the room. As the sound got louder, you leaned down to catch her mouth in a messy kiss, to swallow every sound she made. Her tongue was cut by your sharp canines in the process, but she didn't stop. She knew what you needed, and she was willing to offer it to you.

Second by second you could feel that the beast inside you was being sated, that your humanity was flickering at the edge of your consciousness. When you broke the kiss and saw the tears streaming down Fran's temples, felt the warm stickiness of her blood on your lips, the beast was being challenged by the guilt.

You knew what you were doing right now was wrong, and you wanted to stop this. The knife in your bag wasn't just for self-defence. It could also end your suffering, once and for all.

But all these thoughts were soon overwhelmed by the blissful pleasure you were experiencing. Fran wrapped her leg around your waist to hold you tighter, to pull you deeper. You looked at her, and she just smiled.

"I'm here, James... I'm here... I'm not going anywhere... And I won't let you go..." She said in a shaking tone.

Her sincere words snapped the last thread of your restraint. You thrust harder, kept pushing yourself towards the climax. Finally, the heat in your stomach burned its way down, and with one last thrust, you released yourself deep inside Fran. You let out a contented moan as the beast inside you fell silent again. You collapsed on top of Fran and gasped heavily, while she just carefully brushed your back with her trembling hands.

When your head was finally cleared a little, you quickly pushed yourself up on your shaking arms to look at her. Her face was still flushed from the activity, streaked with dried tears, with her lips swollen and bruised from your rough kisses. The bite marks on her shoulder seemed to have stopped bleeding, but the pillow and the sheet were painted an unsettling dark red.

"I'm sorry, Fran... I'm so sorry..." You cried in tears as you were slammed by heavy guilt, again. You'd hurt Fran, again and again, and she... she just took it.

Fran lifted her hand to cup your cheek. You could feel her cool palm against your overheated skin, see the soft, lovely smile on her face. "It's okay... It's over now, right? The urge is gone..." She whispered.

You nodded and shifted off of her carefully, as you were scared that you might hurt her more with a wrong move. You found some clean bandages in the first aid kit in the bathroom and pulled the blanket away from Fran's shoulder to clean the blood. She just watched you the whole time without a flinch.

"Don't worry... It'll heal... Mm!" Fran said softly. When you pressed the bandage a little too hard, she took a painful gasp. "We'll... We'll make through this. I promise..."

Now more than ever you thought that you didn't deserve her. You didn't deserve this kindness, this endless, stupid love she had for you even when the monster you became mercilessly hurt her. But right now, you didn't have the strength to push her away. You just lay down next to her and held her gently.

Fran heard you sobbing, and she just cradled your head and sang you a lullaby to your sleep, like she always had done. Your breathing slowed down, and you felt surrounded by her fragrance. You drifted into your dreams in no time.

You woke up again as you were startled by something.

You looked around. It was nearly 5 a.m. in the morning. You were still inside the guest room. Fran was sleeping next to you, and the dried blood on the sheet and on the bandages that were wrapped around her shoulder reminded you of what you had done earlier.

At first you feared that the urge might have struck back and you might have to deal with it again, but that wasn't the case. You felt completely normal this time. But there had to be something that had woken you up. What was it then?

You took a few deep breaths and calmed yourself down. You concentrated your senses and tried to catch something. And you did.

You heard a faint scream coming from somewhere inside the mansion. It sounded like it was a woman's, but there was something else. Something like footsteps mixed with strange clicking sounds. You didn't know what they were.

And you weren't quite sure whether it was real or it was just your imagination. But if it was real, then something bad was happening, and someone was in serious trouble. And you couldn't ignore it.