Go to Grace's room

You were not sure if you were thinking rationally when you got out of bed and left the room. You were thinking of something, but you just didn't know what it was yet.

But one thing was sure. If you had stayed in the room any longer, even just for a few more seconds, you wouldn't be able to control yourself anymore. You would force Fran to submit to your will. You would fuck her, hurt her, and infect her. You couldn't allow yourself to do that to her.

You stumbled in the corridor on the second floor of the mansion. The guest room next to yours was George's. You heard his slight snoring sound coming from inside. That didn't bother you, as you were not interested in him.

The beast inside you was urging you to keep walking. And you did. You walked along the corridor until you stopped at the door of the next guest room. It was Grace's. A sinister smile crept across your face.

Now you knew what you were thinking.

Grace 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. And Fran needed not to know this, as long as you could continue keeping this a secret from her{if game:F2R1_FranScenesConfess == False}, just like what you had done before{endif}.

You felt like a cold-hearted bastard when you eagerly knocked on the door. Or perhaps, you didn't, because the urge was slowly taking over you and you cared less and less about morals every second.

"Who's there?" You heard Grace asking, followed by the sounds of footsteps. You didn't answer.

Seconds later, the door was unlocked and it was pulled open. You smiled. Somehow, you knew she would open the door for you. Grace was wearing a white nightgown, and her short black hair was lustrous after washing. She looked wide awake, instead of just being woken up. What was she doing earlier, if not sleeping? You wondered, but that was a question for your curiosity later.

"James? You... You're not looking good. Do you need help?" Grace asked with concern as she saw your blushed face. She gently touched your forehead and realized that you were really hot right now.

"Help... Yes..."

You forced your way inside, grabbed Grace's shoulders, and pinned her against the wall beside the door. You laid a deep kiss on her lips before she could scream in panic from your sudden move. She was frightened and confused at first, but slowly she began to enjoy the kiss and closed the door next to the two of you.

The clicking sound from the lock snapped you out, and you broke off the kiss. You looked into Grace's sparkling brown eyes as she did yours. You didn't see fear or hesitation in those eyes, but only passion and acceptance. You slipped your hand down her waist and pulled her closer. The warmth of her body under the thin nightgown only fueled the desire and teased the beast inside you more badly that the last piece of your rationality was fading away.

You went for another kiss, only wilder this time. Grace's hands trembled as they slid up your back. Her breathing turned rapid and messy against your kiss. Her mind melted into your touch. Some part of you just knew that she had been waiting for this, eager for this since the last time she and you became whole.

The two of you slowly moved to the double bed, and the kiss was only broken when Grace pushed you onto the bed. You looked annoyed for a moment, but suddenly you saw something on the bedside table. It was an unfinished letter and a pen. Who was she writing to? You didn't want to think about it, as your attention was quickly turned back to the girl in front of you.

With her back against the moonlight outside the window, Grace gently pulled the shoulder straps off, and let the nightgown slip off, revealing her gorgeous, naked body. You were salivating like a predator that had found its prey, when your eyes were fixed on her voluptuous breasts. You could still remember how Grace had elegantly used them to squeeze the last drop of seed out of your manhood.

Grace stepped closer with a smile. You grabbed her hand and swiftly pulled her towards you. You placed her on the bed before you climbed on top of her. You couldn't hold back the urge anymore. Grace gasped softly when your wet tongue licked around her breast. She was enjoying the blissful sensation you were giving her when an immense pain suddenly struck.

You covered her mouth with your hand to prevent her from screaming, while you hungrily bit her left breast. "Mm!" The pain became unbearable this time because the monkshood solution in Grace's veins was also keeping her from the sedative effect of your pheromone. She couldn't help but bite your fingers with her lips to swallow the scream.

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

Grace was already moist down there after all this foreplay. You quickly removed both your trousers, while Grace was covering the wounds with the blanket, trying to stop the bleeding. She didn't say anything but just smiled at you peacefully.

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 Grace one more time.

"James... It's not just that you want this..." Grace whispered with a pale smile, "I want this, too... I want us to be together..."

Her words shattered what was left of your conscience. You lifted both of her thighs up, held her left hand to help her press the wounds, and slowly pushed your manhood through her slit and into her intimacy. 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 started moving back and forth, slow at first, then faster and harder as the pleasure built. Grace wasn't able to hold back her sounds anymore. Soft pants, sultry moans, whimpers of pleasure mixed with the occasional sharp gasps of pain from her still-bleeding breast were driving you mad.

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 noticed that the blanket over her breast was soaked in red, that your hand and hers were bound by the sticky blood, the beast was being challenged by the guilt.

You knew that you shouldn't be doing this. At first, you tried to convince yourself that you were just using her, a girl you just met less than a week ago, to protect Fran, the woman you really loved. But over time you realized that she had never asked for anything more than holding you together when the beast inside you threatened to tear everything apart, than being with you when you were afraid to be alone. You couldn't deny that her love and tolerance towards you were no less than Fran's.

But all these thoughts were soon overwhelmed by the blissful pleasure you were experiencing. Grace leaned her back against the bed and closed her eyes. "Don't hold back, James... Let it come... Ah... I'll be here, with you..." She breathed heavily. You happily obeyed and slammed into her harder.

She gazed at your eyes when her mind was flooded by intoxication of bliss, stared at your lips when soft moans escaped from hers, looked at you manhood when another wave of pleasure crashed over her. All she saw was you.

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 Grace. You let out a contented moan as the beast inside you fell silent again. You gently pulled out, rolled off Grace onto the bed beside her, and gasped heavily, while she just carefully turned to face you and grabbed your hand tightly.

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. The bite marks on her breast seemed to have stopped bleeding.

"I'm sorry, Grace... I shouldn't..." You cried in tears as you were slammed by heavy guilt, again. You couldn't shake off the thought that it was convenient to use her as a tool to sate your urge.

"But I like this..." Grace just smiled and placed her hand over your chest, feeling the heat of your body, the heavy beats of your heart. "I can just feel... you. I don't want to let you go again..."

You didn't know what to say and just got off the bed 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 Grace's breast to clean the blood. She just watched you the whole time without a flinch.

"Are you here because I've taken that medicine? That I won't catch the disease again?" Grace softly asked. She felt different than the last time she got bitten by you, and she had already figured something out, enough for her to draw that conclusion.

She knew that you were only here because she was immune, only here to indulge the urge so you wouldn't hurt Fran. But she didn't care. She had opened the door, let you in, allowed you have what you wanted, even when it hurt her. Because this was what she wanted, too. She loved you, and she wouldn't ask you to love her back, if that was not what you desired.

"You're... quite observant." You lowered your head as you said the same words you used to compliment her on the balcony earlier.

"Will you stay?" She asked softly, staring into your eyes. "Just... until I fall asleep?"

You said nothing but just lay down in bed next to her. "Thank you." Grace whispered and closed her eyes. She was exhausted. You pulled her closer against your chest and felt the slow beat of her heart.

You knew that this might be a wrong move, that you should get back to your room before Fran noticed. Guilt was slowly eating you alive, but you just couldn't leave Grace alone right now. Not after what you had done to her, and what she had done for you.

You stayed awake until Grace's breathing slowed down and became more steady. You carefully got out of bed and dressed yourself. When you were going to leave, you happened to glance at the unfinished letter on the bedside table.

Dear Melissa,

I miss you.

Only five words. The name Melissa sent another jolt of guilt through your spine. Please, tell me it's just a coincidence... Tell me this is someone else... You kept telling you that until you left the room.

You returned to your room and noticed that Fran was still asleep. You gently went in bed and felt relieved that you could finally rest.

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, and Fran was still sleeping next to you.

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.