Stay with Francesca

You've decided. Whatever might happen tomorrow, you would face them with Fran. Only with her by your side did you have the will to keep fighting.

When Fran became more stable, you carried her in your arms and went to your car. Nathan was still sitting beside Valerie, sobbing. After putting Fran in the back seat, you went back to the foyer.

"Dr. Jones... How are you doing?" You gently patted him on the shoulder.

"She asked me to have dinner with her. That was supposed to be our first proper date in 18 years. Was that your idea? Thank you, James. It means a lot." Nathan wiped his tears and got up before he turned to you. Even after knowing that the dinner they had promised each other would never come to pass, he gave you a bitter smile.

"What are you going to do now?" You asked. Looking at the bloody mess around you, you didn't know what to do.

"What happened here must not be known. I will burn this place down and bury all the secrets. People will be curious, some of them will ask questions, but none of them will remember for long." He looked at Valerie's corpse and sighed.

"I'll help you."

You and Nathan set the whole mansion on fire, with all the dead inside.

"So, you've decided to stay, right? We don't know how much longer the monkshood solution can keep your infection under control, or when we'll run into another pure werewolf." Nathan sighed helplessly.

"I made a promise to Fran that we'll face this together." You smiled, "I'll try not to bother you too much, Dr. Jones."

"I'll do my best." He reached out to shake hands with you.

You went back to town and returned to the hotel room. You carried Fran into the bathroom, gently cleaned her up, bandaged her wounds, changed her into a clean set of clothes, and finally placed her carefully onto the bed. By the time it was all done, you were utterly spent. You sat down in the chair beside the bed and fell asleep quickly.

Fran woke up in the peaceful hotel room the next morning. She was confused because the last thing she remembered was her fighting Bruce in the mansion and being infected. She checked her right arm in panic, only to notice that the wounds had almost healed up. She should've felt hot and horny, driven by the urge to feast and fuck. But she didn't. Instead, she felt all good and normal, which was unusual.

"James?" She called your name and looked around.

"Fran, you're awake!" You came out of the bathroom with a towel, topless. You were relieved to know that she was okay.

"Yeah... What happened? I remembered that I got scratched... I must have been infected, but..." She looked at you uneasily. She had more or less guessed the answer, but she was still a little afraid to hear you say it yourself.

"Well..." You casually walked to the bed, sat by her side, and told her everything after she fell unconscious. You told her about how Valerie had sacrificed herself to defeat Bruce, how Sherry had endured long enough for Nathan to extract her pheromone before she died, and how unfortunate it had been that there was only enough to make one dose of the cure.

"You used it on me?" Fran looked astonished as tears began to drop from her eyes, "But what about you?"

"I guess I'm stuck with you for the rest of my life now. You'd better take responsibility for me." You joked about the situation as you smiled.

"Oh, James..." Fran buried her head against your chest and began to cry.

"I'm here. I'm here..."

You gently wrapped your arms around her and softly patted her hair.You could feel the warm dampness of her tears seeping through the skin of your chest, and you held her tighter, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. You truly wished that the days ahead could stay as peaceful as this moment, and that you could hold her in your arms just like this.

A few moments later, Fran calmed down and sat straight up. She wiped away her tears and gave you a relieved smile.

"I'm glad that you're here." She said, "When I just woke up and didn't see you, I was so scared. I was so afraid that I might never see you again."

"I know I should have stayed by your side the whole time, but hey, I noticed that I smelled so bad back then... So, I just took a shower." You playfully sniffed at her cheek, her neck, and her breasts with a smile, "Apparently, I smell better than you now."

Fran quietly pinched your chin, lifted your head, and kissed you on your lips, while her other hand laced her fingers with yours. You felt her tongue exploring your mouth, and her saliva cooling you down. Your heartbeat was falling into sync with hers as the kiss deepened. You relaxed and closed your eyes, savoring the moist sensation.

After a long, soft kiss, Fran slowly pulled back. Her cheeks were flushed pink, and she was breathing a little faster than before. You slowly opened your eyes and ran your tongue over your lips, reluctant to let the feeling fade.

"What do you think now?" She looked at you with a smirk.

"It seems that I have to take it back. You smell really delicious." You returned a mischievous grin.

"Well, in that case..." Fran held you down and straddled you, resting her legs on the bed, and her arms around your neck, "Do you have any appetite now?"

"Can't say I don't." You looked into her beautiful black eyes and smiled, while softly caressing her back.

Fran giggled and removed her shirt, while pulling your head closer. You slowly ran your hands up her spine, and approached her with a hungry look. You suckled her fragrant breast and carefully bit the hardened nipple without hurting her.

A soft moan slipped past Fran's lips as she arched her back, offering herself completely to you. She gently grabbed the back of your head, holding you in place as your tongue and your lips surfed on her skin, leaving warm and tingling trails down her collarbone and across her stomach. Every quiet sound she made went straight through you, making you even more hungry.

You pulled back to gasp for some air, while you wandered your hands lower to grip her hips and pull her intimacy against you. Fran's skin brushed against yours, and she let out a shivering moan. She fumbled with the waistband of your pants and pushed them down. When the threshold was crossed, your erected manhood was revealed.

Fran caressed the tip of your cock softly, while you were concentrating on removing her pants. The intense sensation from your manhood was so intoxicating that you couldn't help moaning and panting. Fran gave you a playful smirk when she adjusted herself on top of you, and brushed your manhood with the warmth of her inner thighs.

"I need you, Fran..." You whispered.

"I'm not going anywhere..." She smiled.

Fran shifted her weight slowly and sank down inch by inch until she was fully seated against you, and you let out a breathy moan at the tightness that wrapped around you. She stilled for a moment to let both of you get used to the sensation, with her forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath.

You patted her hair and shared a passionate kiss with her, while your other hand gripped her hip softly. Fran slowly began to ride you. She wasn't as energetic as usual, since she hadn't fully recovered from the wounds on her arm, but the little moans she let out against your mouth still intensified your pleasure.

She picked up her pace and rocked harder against you, and you wrapped both arms around her waist to hold her close. Her breathing was growing louder, and her movements were getting shakier. You feared that she might be too tired to continue, so you leaned down against the mattress and pulled her down with you. With a quick flip, you placed her beneath you, so that she could rest her back on the bed.

"You alright?" You looked at her blushed face with concern.

"Never been better..." She gently smiled after a heavy breath, "But if you want to take the wheel..."

"I'd love to." You gave her a relieved smile.

You leaned down a bit to adjust your position, held your weight on the bed, and gently pushed in deeper. A faint gasp escaped Fran's lips when you sheathed your full length inside her. You licked and kissed soft spots on her neck, and began to thrust. Every movement of yours drew a breathy moan from Fran that echoed in your ears, and drove you more ravenous. She wrapped her legs around your hips, pulling you deeper, while she softly caressed your back. The heat accumulated in your abdomen, sharp and sweet, building slowly with every roll of your hips against hers.

You felt like you were surrounded by a comforting warmth that held every unnatural feeling at bay. The urge didn't kick in, and the beast was quiet. At this very moment, you could embrace Fran's love all by yourself.

"Fran..." You cried out her name with a final thrust. Her cunt clenched around you, and the shudder that ran through her body pulled your own release over the edge right after hers.

You collapsed carefully beside her, pulling her close against your chest, catching your breath as her heart hammered against yours in a gentle, steady rhythm. The room was quiet, filled only with the sound of your slow breathing. You ran a hand up and down her back, pressing another kiss to the top of her head, and she smiled, snuggling closer.

For the first time in days, you could rest well an intimate connection, knowing that you didn't hurt Fran.