Girls just want to have fun

You stepped out of the room and closed the door behind you carefully, as you didn't want whatever caused that sound to notice you.

The sound wasn't any clearer in the corridor than when you heard it in the room. You briefly looked around and made sure that it wasn't coming from this part of the mansion, where there were only three rooms. You could still hear George's snoring, and both Fran and Grace were sound asleep.

You walked along the corridor while focusing on capturing the sound. It was like a woman's pants and moans, and it was coming from the east wing of the mansion on the same floor. Who was it? You got a bad feeling about this.

When you were walking in the dark corridor which connected the west and east wings, you began to smell something metallic. Something sweet and arousing. Only now have you realized that your senses were heightened by the lycanthropy infection, and you clearly knew what you had smelled. It was blood. Fresh human blood. This is bad, you trembled slightly. You grabbed the knife from your pocket and held it tightly in your hand before you trod further.

When you just walked past the staircase, you heard some movements behind you. Someone was behind you. You instantly became more alert, swiftly turned around and pointed the knife at whoever it was. To your surprise, it was someone you knew, but someone who shouldn't be here.

"What the hell?" The young man whispered while he put his hands up. It was Bruce, Sherry's boyfriend, if you were not mistaken. "Mr. Wilson? What are you doing?" He asked.

"I could ask you the same thing." You replied in a low tone and lowered the knife.

"I came to visit Sherry, you know, in her room upstairs..." He blushed when he mentioned it, "But then I heard something, so I come down to have a look."

"Same here. Stay behind me." You took a deep breath and focused back on the weird sounds.

"Okay..." Bruce carefully followed you.

You peeked around the corner and stopped. The horrific scene you saw almost froze all the blood in your veins.

At the far end of the corridor, Donna, the housemaid, was sitting on the windowsill, gasping and panting, naked. A huge chunk of meat was missing from the base of the left side of her neck. Blood should have been pouring down from the massive wound, but there wasn't much except the stains on her clothes. It was strange that she didn't look painful at all.

But then you realized that you couldn't see her lower part clearly. It was like something was blocking your view down there. So you narrowed your eyes to have a closer look.

By the faint light outside the window, you saw a gray-furred lycanthrope kneeling in front of Donna, burying its head between her thighs, and eating her pussy. Donna looked pale, but with a delirious smile on her face, she seemed to be enjoying this very much. When you saw the blood dripping down on the floor, soaking what looked like pieces of Donna's skirt, you feared that the word eating might be too literal.

Another soft moan escaped Donna's trembling lips when the lycanthrope took a deep bite. When brushed by its fur, touched by its tongue, torn by its teeth, she felt nothing but ecstasy. She patted its head gently and slowly pushed it deeper, urging it to further taste her juice and flesh. She wasn't thinking straight anymore. The lycanthrope gladly accepted the offer as it spread Donna's thighs wider for it to feast. It got you a clear glimpse of her mutilated inner thighs, and you felt a sudden hunger for meat.

The corridor was filled with the pheromone the lycanthrope emitted, and it affected you more badly than it did a normal human. You were drawn to the scene, unable to move your legs or your eyes. You could feel that beast inside was aroused again, urging you to go ahead and have a share in Donna's flesh. And when you were done, if the lycanthrope was interested, you might offer your own body and enjoy its touch. Thinking of this made you salivate terribly, and a big drop of your saliva fell onto the floor.

"Hey, what is it?" You remained still for too long that Bruce decided to have a look himself. And when he saw what that was, he lost it. "Ah!" He screamed in panic and ran away.

The wet sound the lycanthrope made as it feasted cut off abruptly. It pulled itself away from the delicious meal in front of it and turned around, looking straight at you. Judging from its huge breasts and slim curves, it must be a female. Its deep brown eyes were filled with lust and hunger, and they frightened you so much that, even though you had snapped out of it, you didn't have the strength to run away, to scream and warn the others in the mansion.

You pulled yourself together and tried to stay clear, but you were a bit late. A terrifying roar rushed through its bloodied fangs as the lycanthrope lunged at you. With a strong strike, it knocked the small knife out of your hand and slammed you against the wall behind you. Such a loud noise must have woken up the others. If they came unprepared, they might get hurt and infected.

"Damn it..." You tried to push it away, but it was far stronger than you thought. You couldn't even move your arms properly while it was holding your shoulders tightly.

Strangely, it didn't further hurt you. You feared that it might tear your stomach open with its claws, or taste your flesh on your neck with its fangs. But that didn't happen. It just got closer and sniffed at you, like it was trying to figure out who or what you were.

Is it because I'm infected? That it has smelled the scent of the black werewolf on me? You wondered. But that didn't help you at all. No matter how hard you struggled, you were not able to escape its grip. However, the knife on the floor was not far away, and you could reach it with your foot. You just had to figure out what to do next.

You slowly shifted your weight and inched your foot toward the fallen knife. You could feel the lycanthrope's hot, blood-scented breathing on your neck. You held your breath, trying to stay as calm as possible. It was not attacking you for now, but you wouldn't bet on it not doing it forever.

The tip of your shoe finally touched the knife's handle. You slowly pulled it closer and waited for a chance. It was at this moment that you heard the door to the guest room on your left was unlocked. The mayor's wife, Margaret, came out to check out what was going on, and she easily drew the lycanthrope's attention as it turned around and released you.

"Ahhhhh!" Margaret screamed in fear when she saw the monster.

This was a good chance. When the lycanthrope was about to charge at Margaret, you knelt down, grabbed the knife, and heavily stabbed its back as you got up. "Take this!" You yelled. It howled in pain, but this reckless attack didn't seem to have dealt enough damage to the beast, only provoked it. The lycanthrope turned around again, with its eyes filled with anger, as if it had decided to kill you first.

Footsteps were echoing in the staircases. It seemed that the others in the mansion were aware of what was going on here. The mayor, Andrew, came out of the room and shielded his wife behind him, while you noticed that he was holding a revolver and aiming at the creature.

"Do it!" You shouted and jumped aside.

Bang! When everyone in the mansion arrived at the corridor on the second floor, they heard the loud sound of gunfire, and witnessed a huge wolf-like monster get half of its face blown off. The lycanthrope almost lost its balance when its nose was being burned by the shot, but it quickly adjusted itself and found the shooter behind it.

It was fast, but not faster than a bullet. When it was about to lunge at Andrew, he fired again, and this time the bullet went right through its skull. The lycanthrope collapsed on the floor and began twitching, with black blood dripping down from the wound behind its head. Without any mercy, Andrew put the last bullet in its head and neutralized it.

"James! Oh God... Are you okay?" Fran ran towards you in panic and hugged you in her arms.

"I'm okay..." You gently touched her back with your shaking hands.

You noticed that Grace was standing behind the crowd, but still, she was looking at you with concern. After Fran released you, you quietly picked up the bullet on the floor and had a closer look. Of course it was silver; otherwise, it wouldn't have dealt such significant damage to the lycanthrope.

"What... What's going on?" Leonard stepped up and looked at the monster lying on the floor, terrified, "What is this thing?"

"It's a werewolf, Leonard. Don't worry, these silver bullets can kill them." Andrew reloaded his revolver calmly and eyed you up and down, searching for any unusual wounds, "You're lucky that it didn't have the chance to hurt you, James. One bite or scratch, and you'll become one of them." He casually told you what you already knew.

"Werewolves are real?" Leonard couldn't believe what he heard and what he saw.

Before anyone could make another move, the corpse began changing. Its fur receded, bone structure deformed, and slowly it returned to its human form. You had heard about this from Valerie, so you were not surprised. But when you saw who it was, you were shocked. So was everyone around. Even the mayor, the one who killed it.

"Shannon?" Leonard gasped in horror as he knelt beside his daughter's body. He looked at Shannon's lifeless, half-torn face, reached out his hand to touch her, but he could feel nothing. "Oh my God... Shannon..." His voice trembled.

"NO!" Sherry rushed towards her deceased sister, collapsed on her corpse, crying.

"Leonard, what the hell happened? Why did your daughter become a werewolf? You better start explaining!" Andrew grabbed his revolver tightly and stepped up. He was abnormally furious, as you could tell.

"I... I..." Leonard was already consumed by loss.

"Answer me!" Andrew's hand was shaking, like he was ready to raise it and aim the revolver at Leonard.

"I... I don't know... She went missing for a few days last month. But... she returned, and I thought... everything would be alright..." Leonard just stared at his daughters and murmured. He was too sad to cry now.

"She must've got infected during that time. Damn it, Leonard, you should've told me!"

You looked at Andrew quietly. He knew about the existence of werewolves and their weaknesses too well that he was using silver bullets for his revolver. What else did he know? Was there something that he was hiding from the others? You couldn't stop thinking.

"I'm sorry, but... Master Leonard." Ben came up and gently touched Leonard's shoulder, while holding his own tears back, "We shouldn't leave Miss Shannon here like this..."

Leonard quietly nodded. He asked Sherry to get up, and his little daughter couldn't stop crying on his chest. Ben found a blanket and covered Shannon's body before he picked her up and carried her away, with Leonard and Sherry following from behind.

It became awfully quiet now that they were gone. Margaret was frightened, so Andrew went back inside the room to comfort her. George, Grace, Fran, and you were still standing in the corridor, recovering from what had just happened. You didn't feel more sad than the others because you'd always suspected that Shannon was a werewolf. But you couldn't ignore the horrific fact you had just realized. Shannon wasn't the werewolf that attacked you the other night - that one was black, and Shannon was gray. There was another monster, and it was still out there!

The situation was worrying you, but tonight's event wasn't over yet. It was at this moment that you heard a loud moan coming from the end of the corridor, which startled everyone else, too. You suddenly realized that you, of all the people staying behind, had forgotten something.

Donna, heavily wounded from the Shannon's bites and munches, was still sitting by the window. She was mostly unaware of what was going on around her as the raging lycanthropy infection was taking root in her body, twisting all her senses. Judging from the wild smile on her face, she might be experiencing blissful pleasure instead of pain.

"Oh my God... How is she still alive?" George saw the severe wounds on Donna's neck and between her thighs, and he gasped in horror. "The mayor just said that one bite or scratch from that monster will turn you into one of them. Is Donna..." He dared not to get closer to her.

"Yeah..." You nodded. But you couldn't just leave her here.

You carried Donna to the empty guest room all by yourself and placed her in bed. Fran brought the first aid kit from the bathroom, but Donna was completely unconscious now. Her breathing went faster and her body temperature was slowly rising.

"What... What are we going to do now?" Grace asked anxiously.

Fran just looked at you quietly. She knew what was going on, and she knew you did, too.

The lycanthropy infection was boosting Donna's regeneration, keeping her alive long enough for the transformation to complete. The wounds all over her body have not only stopped bleeding, but also begun to heal.

You had the monkshood solution right in your pocket to cure Donna's lycanthropy infection.

If you cured her now, her injuries would just get worse, and you weren't sure if she would make it. But maybe you could wait a bit longer, and give her the cure after her wounds healed up...