Primal calls of the beasts

You lost. You were taken by the beast within you and all you desired was Valerie's warm flesh. You had to make sure that she wouldn't resist.

You grabbed Valerie's hair and violently slammed her head on the table in front of her, hoping to knock her out with a single blow. You were almost certain that you'd succeeded, as Valerie collapsed onto the table and her knees hit the floor. You bent over and tried to reach her waist, salivating, eager to taste her.

It was at this moment that Valerie suddenly got up, swung her arm as she turned around and struck your face hard. You fell to the floor with your head buzzing. Just when you got up and were about to claim what should have been yours, you heard a terrifying growl echoing in the cabin.

White fur began to grow on Valerie's skin as she stared at you angrily and undressed. Her ears became pointy in mere seconds, and her deformed nose grew wet. Her canines sharpened, as did her fingernails. You watched in silence as a short, fluffy tail grew from the end of her spine. She let out one more growl, indicating the completion of her transformation into a lycanthrope, the half-beast form of a werewolf, the most beautiful creature you've ever seen.

She...

You were too shocked to react when Valerie grabbed your throat with her claw and lifted you up easily. You struggled with all your strength, but you couldn't match hers. You began to lose your grip as you almost couldn't breathe. Your head became heavy and your limbs were numb.

Valerie pulled you closer and stared into your dazed eyes for a few seconds. You didn't know what she saw since you were already on the brink of unconsciousness, but the next second you felt your legs on the ground again and your lips sealed by hers.

You could feel her fur brushing your face and her tongue exploring your mouth. The kiss was most unexpected, in contrast to the violence that had just unfolded. As her tongue met yours, a surge of warmth spread through your recovering body, bringing you a sensation that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

When Valerie finally released you, you just stood there, breathless and disoriented. She stepped backwards and sat on the table with her legs spread. You could almost feel the pull from her juicy intimacy hidden behind the white fur as you followed her and unbuttoned your trousers.

When you were standing in front of her by the table you were already naked. Valerie held the back of your head and pulled you closer for another kiss, while you caressed her back and felt the softness of her fur. She nuzzled your face with her moist nose from time to time and giggled happily between your breaths.

Valerie released you again with a smile, and you looked into her blue eyes. Despite the hungry and predatory light, you could still see her in them, just like she had seen you in yours. You were wrapped in a sensation of mutual understanding and sexual arousal, and your erected manhood began to throb.

You didn't know what you were thinking, but you decided to reach out for Valerie's tail. It was hard, just like a wolf's tail. You petted along the fur and you heard a low moan came out of her throat. Valerie's body was slightly shaking as she willingly let you played along. The sensation coming from her tail was so arousing and intense that she could barely hold herself together.

You pulled the tail towards your manhood and teased the head with the soft fur. A jolt of pleasure suddenly rushed up your spine and you couldn't stop your legs from trembling. It felt so good that you almost came right away.

Valerie gently brushed her fur down there, parted her labia with her clawed index and middle fingers, and gave you a lustful, inviting smile. You eagerly grabbed your shaft, aimed the head at that pink, juicy hole and slowly moved forward. You were still breathing deeply, hesitating, feeling the shivering sensation coming from the tip of your manhood being teased by the white fur, while Valerie wrapped her legs around your waist and forcefully pushed you inside her.

The sudden penetration drew an intense moan out of your mouth. The heat of her enveloped you, and the rhythmic pulsing of her inner walls against your shaft was intoxicating. You began to move instinctively with your body responding to the primal call of hers. Each thrust was met with a counter-movement, with her hips rising to meet yours, with her eyes never leaving yours as if daring you to match her intensity.

The room was filled with soft growls and moans that escaped both of you, the creaking of the table under you, and the slapping of flesh against fur. The white fur covering her skin emitted a fragrant scent that drove you mad, made you want to taste it. Overwhelmed by the hunger you took a bite on her shoulder, but her skin was so tough that you couldn't even leave a mark even with your sharpened canines. You tried harder, but made no progress.

Valerie struck your shoulder in return, but she just teased your skin with her fangs and only bit hard with her lips. She was in control of herself, even in this form, enough not to hurt you. Further stimulated by her bite, you licked her shoulder all the way up to her neck. She released your shoulder and let out an intense moan. Then you kissed again, more passionately this time while you slowly leaned her back on the table and thrust more violently.

Your palms pressed into the wooden table on either side of her hips, holding yourself up as you dived deeper into her. Her claws dragged lightly down your back, leaving faint pink streaks that brought the beast inside you closer to its climax. Her low growls vibrated against your lips as she tangled one clawed hand in your hair, tugging just hard enough to make you gasp. Her juicy cunt clamped down tighter around you. You could feel the tension coiling deep in your gut, growing tighter with every slap of your hips against hers, every soft whimper she breathed into your mouth.

She broke the kiss to throw her head back, her pointed ears twitching as a long, throaty moan rolled out of her. "Don't stop..." She growled with her voice rough and thick with lust.

A low groan tore out of your throat. You buried yourself as deep as you could go and came inside her. She held you tight against her with soft little whimpers shaking her body as her own release crashed over her. You dropped your forehead to hers, touched her nose with yours as you gasped for air.

You stayed joined together, wrapped in each other's arms and rested for the next few minutes until your mind was finally clear.

"Oh God!"

You pulled away from Valerie in panic and stared at her as she reverted to her human form. Her nose and ears returned to normal, fur receded, tail disappeared within seconds, leaving no trace of a lycanthrope. She blushed, avoided your gaze and began to pick up her clothes from the floor.

"Don't overthink it." Valerie said as she got dressed. "You were losing control, and it's better to deal with it here than somewhere else, than with someone else."

"You're a... werewolf? How? Did Dr. Jones know?" You asked while putting your trousers back on.

"Yes. He knew. And I'm not gonna talk about it." Valerie turned around, grabbed 5 small syringes of some transparent liquid from the table's drawer, and handed them all to you. "This is a solution of monkshood, a cousin of wolfsbane. It can fight the lycanthropy infection. These are all I have left."

You hesitated. You weren't sure if she could be trusted. What did it mean that she was a werewolf? And why would Dr. Jones, knowing what she was, send you to her? Only one thing was certain. Valerie was not the werewolf that had attacked you the other night. That one had black fur, while Valerie's was white.

"Well?" Valerie just stared at you, "You don't have much choice, I think."

"You're right." You took the syringes and frowned at them, "So... Just fight the infection? You mean it's not a cure?"

"It can cure a mild infection coming from a carrier or a lycanthrope with one dose, before the victim transforms, but not the serious one from a full-on werewolf, unless you use 5 doses at a time." Valerie said after a helpless sigh.

"However, the solution is poisonous. It's safe in small doses. 5 doses can cure you of lycanthropy but also kill you. Each single dose could hold back the infection for roughly a week, but eventually your body will grow resistance to it, and you have to inject it more frequently." She explained the situation to you calmly, "In the end, you either overdose and kill yourself, or you embrace it and turn. Believe me, I know how it works."

You recognized the sadness in Valerie's eyes, and you kind of knew what she meant, what she had encountered and endured. But you knew you wouldn't get the answers from her right now, since she didn't want to talk about it.

"So... there's no way out for me?" You gasped.

"We've been trying to reduce its toxicity, while keeping its effectiveness on the disease. Nathan and I have a theory that a certain pheromone produced by pure werewolves to mark their territory could be the key." Valerie shook her head, "But it's usually unobtainable because when a werewolf dies, it returns to its human form and the organ that produces the pheromone disappears."

"What's a pure werewolf?"

"A werewolf not turned, but born from a female werewolf. Pure werewolves are natural leaders in their packs, and more dangerous because they can maintain their rational senses in their beast form. The one that attacked you, I believe, is a pure werewolf." Valerie sighed, "Otherwise you would be dead already."

"But if we could capture her alive, you could extract the pheromone and create a cure, right?" You looked at the syringes in your hand. It was a dim hope, but still a hope.

"Maybe. But how do you intend to capture a beast like that alive, while risking the lives of those who participate in the action?" Valerie stared at you with an anger that almost froze you, "Killing it is always the best option. One silver bolt through its head or its heart is enough."

"Mr. Wilson... If you know who or where the werewolf is, please let me know." She gave you a note and added, "But don't get your hopes up."

Shannon Smith... No, I don't have solid proves yet...

"Well, thanks for your help. I've learned enough for today and I need some time to think about all of this. Goodbye, Miss Grimm." You forced a smile on your face and headed towards the front door.

"Time is exactly what you don't have right now, Mr. Wilson." Valerie was just sitting by the table, staring at your silhouette.

You went away from the cabin, grabbed one of the syringes and injected yourself without hesitation. You didn't have a choice anyway. A wave of coldness rushed through you veins and you began to shiver. You could barely stand up as you found your legs losing strengths.

It went on for a few minutes before everything came back to normal and you felt that your mind was clearer. You supposed it meant that the solution worked. But it wouldn't last for long.

Unlike the time when you dealt with Olivia's vampire horde in Owl City, you had no way out this time. Even if you ran away with Fran, you would still turn into a werewolf some time later. All you could do was either fight to the end or embrace the corruption.