Time for some first aid.

Beyond the neverending cries of sexual frenzy, Tim and Crystal find themselves in a quiet neighborhood lined with darkened houses. With only a disconcerting feeling of being watched, they appeared to be alone, nothing but a rare, distant noise to betray their solitude. Tim helped his injured companion into a nearby yard, out of sight of the street.

"Alright. Crystal, you're...uh, gonna have to take off that coat." Tim stated reluctantly. "Oh, Timmy. You just can't take it anymore, can you?" She asked with a big smile while shedding her only article of clothing. "No! Yes! I need...need to see your arm. It could be seriously hurt." He explained, blushing. He tried not to stare, he really did, but the bare form of the woman that had been tempting him the whole day revealed before him seized his curiosity.

Crystal let the overcoat slide off her shoulders, showing little signs of discomfort from her injury. Her body, with the exception of the swollen shoulder hanging at a crooked angle, was as flawless as any of the infected. Her figure showed the curves a model would desperately envy. Her legs, long and not too slim, gave way to the swell of her ass and the flare of hips with an artist's precision. A small patch of trim, red hair sat above the glistening lips of her hungry, needy pussy, the only hair on her body apart from her head. With a devious smile, She pulled her good arm across her large, soft breasts, the flesh splaying out around it. It only seemed to emphasize them further.

"How does it look? I'm talking about my arm, but you can look anywhere you want, handsome. Do you want a better look at these tits, too?" She asked with a half-lidded gaze, thrilled to be on display. He tried his best to ignore her proposals, but his cock jumped to attention. A feeling of doom began to creep into the back of his mind. For nearly a week, every arousing noise and sight had been a threat to Tim's mind and body, every bout of stiffness was a sign of possible infection. Without realizing it, Crystal was shaking him up worse than if he had been staring down a live bomb.

"I think it popped out of the socket. It'll get worse if we don't do anything. Are you sure you're not in pain?" Tim said with a frown, trying not to touch the swollen joint. Crystal perked up. " Oh! My Ivan dislocated his shoulder his shoulder once. He was up on the roof," Tim tested the arm carefully, noticing Crystal drifting into another memory. It didn't seem to faze her. "Replacing some old shingles, I think. He always looked so sexy in a tool belt. He slipped and fell, and thank god he wasn't hurt worse. He said he was fine. He's so brave, you know? But I could tell we needed to get him to a doctor, so I drove him to the clinic."

Tim tried to interrupt her, but Crystal was somewhere else. With an annoyed grunt, he decided to proceed with his plan. "At least she's not trying to seduce me." Tim muttered to himself.

"He got his arm fixed right away. I was so happy that she was alright, I started kissing her right there. I just couldn't hold back! I started stroking her cock and playing with her tits. She was so fucking hard. The doctor was, too. I was taking Ivan's cock right down my throat while the doctor pounded my ass. Then-ungh!" In the middle of Crystal's rapidly degenerating story, Tim had raised her arm, and with a sharp tug, slipped the humerus back into alignment. She continued her story, a nurse joining in, and the doctor changing, detail by detail, into her missing master.

"I could feel that Ivan was close. Oh! I lined up that nurse's slutty little mouth with my Ivan's cock, and made her drink down every drop. Master rewarded me for it, too. He filled my ass with so much of his cum. I think my belly was bulging a little bit. Mmm...oh, Timmy, do you want to try filling me up that much? I'd let you try for as long as...Timmy? Tim, where did you go?" Crystal came around, but her partner was absent from the yard.