An unexpected round 2 with Grace

When you left the forest and returned to the town in the afternoon, you wasted no time and drove straight to the G&M book shop, so that you could find and cure Grace as soon as possible.

You opened the door and heard the familiar bell ring again. To your surprise, Grace, once again, was sitting behind the counter, and George was nowhere to be seen.

"Oh! James! You come to see me again?" She seemed happy as she almost ran towards you the moment you entered.

"Uh... Hi, Grace. There's something I want to tell you." You took a deep breath and tried to reach one of the syringes in your pocket, "I don't know how to explain this, but you have to trust me..."

"Shh... You don't have to say anything." Grace grabbed your collar with both hands, pulled you inside and pinned you against the wall. You were surprised that she had such great strength that you could barely resist. And before you could react, Grace has **** her lips on yours.

"Mm..."

Your rational mind immediately realized that the lycanthropy had already taken hold in Grace's body, and the pheromone emitted from both of you was too strong for her to resist. And you were not going to hold on for much longer. After a few seconds, you gave in and flipped her around, pinning her against the wall instead.

You could feel her heartbeat getting faster and stronger. Your hand trembled as it brushed against her waist. The wild glow in her eyes had already stripped away most of your reason, leaving nothing but the primal call echoing in your head, urging you to take her completely.

"Ready for round 2?" Grace stared at you with a blushed face.

You replied by lifting her right leg and engaging in a passionate kiss. Grace wrapped her arms around your neck as your flexible tongue infiltrated her mouth. While tasting that familiar, fresh cherry flavor of her lips, you held her butts and carried her all the way into the reading room.

The room was surrounded by bookshelves. There were several sets of tables and chairs, and even a sofa, in the room, which was just what you needed. You slammed Grace in the sofa, as she gave you an enjoying smile from below, and began to undress.

Grace gently took off her underwear while lying on the sofa, and admired your strong erection with an intoxicated look on her face. You threw away your clothes and stepped close to the sofa, to meet her shaky hands that hooked your waist and pulled you closer until your hot skin pressed against hers.

Her soft breath fanned over your chest, sending shivers down your spine as she planted wet, eager kisses along your collarbone. You leaned down, nipping at the sensitive skin of her neck, with one hand feeling the soft curve of her breast while the other sliding between her thighs, feeling how wet she already was for you.

"Mm... James..." A soft moan escaped Grace's throat as she tangled her fingers in your hair, "I need you inside me..."

"Grace..."

You looked into her eyes to search for approval, but all you found was lust, just as you have expected. You gently smiled and slowly pushed into her, and both of you gasped at the perfect fit. The heat wrapping tightly around your manhood made your head spin.

You grabbed her hip with one hand, her shoulder with another, and worked harder. You haven't had such an peak experience with someone for a long time. Fran was good, of course, but Grace was more passionate. Her low growls woke the beast inside you, ignited the fire that would burn you both. You kissed her on the neck. The aroma of her flesh was so inviting that you almost wished to bite a chunk off it.

You could feel Grace's warm hands caressing your back, holding you tighter every time you thrust. The wooden floor creaked slightly with the movement of the sofa, mixing with the wet sounds of your coupling and heavy breathing in the small, quiet room. You lifted your head just to capture her parted lips again, swallowing every soft moan that slipped from her throat, while your hand went to knead the soft flesh of her thigh, lifting it higher to get a deeper angle.

"Mm... Ah..." Grace almost let out a beast-like growl as she pushed you away with enormous strength, "I need more, and harder, James..."

Before you even figured out what she meant, she flipped you down on the floor and climbed on top of you right after. She scratched your breasts with her nails and slammed down, impaling herself on top of you, sending another jolt of lust straight to your core.

You threw your head back with a low groan, while your hands rested on her swaying hips to help her keep the rough, frantic rhythm she rode. The room was filled with the wet slaps of skin against skin, mixed with her breathless moans and your lustful growls, which grew more and more wild as the lycanthropy pushed both of you further into desire.

Her breasts bounced with every movement, and you thrust up into her harder to meet her move. The heat coiling in your lower part was getting more intense with every second, and from the way her cunt clenched around you, you knew she was getting close too. You reached down to rub her clit, and the extra stimulation made her throw her head back.

"Yes... James... Ah!"

A loud moan tore from her throat as her whole body shuddered around you, pushing you straight over the edge right after her. You pulled her down to you and kissed her deeply as you both rode out the last waves of your orgasm. Hearing her heart pounding wildly against your chest, you closed your eyes and enjoyed the aftermath of this wonderful exchange.

You didn't know how long had passed before you snapped out of the trance and almost jumped up from the floor. Shit! I can't believe I did it again, and it's worse this time! You felt extremely guilty as you looked at Grace, who was sleeping with an innocent smile on her face.

You quickly dressed up and carried Grace to the second floor, placed her in the room which you thought might be hers. It was at this moment that you remembered why you came here, and grabbed one of the syringes from your pocket. This is a good chance, though, you felt bad but you knew it had to be done.

You pierced Grace's skin with the needle and injected the monkshood solution into her veins. Grace's breathing became more calm several minutes later, which indicated that she had been cured of lycanthropy. You sighed a breath of relief.

You really wished to tell her what was going on or at least say goodbye, but you shouldn't stay here for much longer. You left the book shop and drove back to the hotel right away.

After the events of this long day, you were so tired that once you entered your room, you collapsed on the bed and quickly fell asleep.

June 1st.

You woke up at around 10 a.m. and Fran was nowhere to be seen. You noticed that she left a message on the table, stating that she would like to buy a fish at the local market and cook it herself. You couldn't help but laugh.

But this wasn't the time for you to enjoy an easy life, not after what you had learned and what you had done. There were so many things you needed Fran to know, so you grabbed your cellphone and called her right away.

"Hi, James, you're finally up?" Fran sounded happy to hear your voice.

"Yeah. Sorry to have worried you." You took a deep breath, "Fran, we need to talk. Where are you?"

"I'm still in the market. Well, how about we meet at the bar on the east end of Sirius Street later? It's called the Wolf Dreamer. The name's a bit weird but I heard their cocktails are really good."

"Sure."

Doses of monkshood solution remained: 3.