Wake Francesca up anyway

Fran understands what I'm going through. She'll forgive me for doing this. You thought.

You felt like a cold-hearted bastard when you shook Fran's shoulder and tried to wake her up. Or perhaps, you didn't, because the urge was slowly taking over you and you cared less and less about morals every second.

"Oh, James... I knew you'd need me tonight. How am I going to treat you?" Fran opened her drowsy eyes with a wicked smile on her face. You could tell that she was already under the effect of the pheromone you emitted.

You didn't reply, nor did you give her time to be prepared as you climbed on top of her and ripped her clothes apart. Fran blushed when she looked into your eyes and brushed her hair behind her back to reveal her clean shoulder to you.

"Come here..." She gently traced her fingers from her neck to her shoulder and gave you an inviting smile.

You should have felt guilty, but you didn't. You showed your sharp canines and mercilessly bit Fran's shoulder.

"Ah... Yes..." Fran let out a low moan when she felt your teeth penetrating her flesh. A connection was bonded between the two of you when her body was tainted by the lycanthropy infection. A strange heat began to rush through her veins, and her senses were being further meddled with. There was no pain. Only pleasure.

You bit harder and harder until the beast inside quieted down a little. You retreated and stared at the bite marks on Fran's shoulder. The wounds were healing up already, since she was benefiting from the disease now, with a few drops of blood around them. That was nothing to be worried about, so you started to focus on something else.

Just when you wanted to remove Fran's trousers, she gently pushed you away and got out of bed. With her back against the moonlight outside the window, Fran slowly undressed and kicked her trousers away, revealing her perfect, naked body. You sat by the edge of the bed and quickly took off your trousers, too. Your manhood was eager and ready.

"You hungry little wolf..." Fran gave you a lustful smile as she knelt on the bed, straddling you.

You giggled wickedly as you held her waist with one hand, and grabbed her breast with the other to keep her balance, when she bit her lips, slowly sank down, and penetrated herself with your strong shaft.

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.

Fran held her hands on your shoulders and began to ride you up and down. She let out intense moans when your hand ran between her back and her hips to give her support, and your tongue licked around her hardened nipple to stimulate her. She arched her spine backward and gasped for air, since the immense pleasure coming from you down there was flooding her whole body, drowning every rational thought of her own.

The rhythm you set was rough, driven by the hunger that has been eating at you since the urge began to take over. Her quiet moans, mixed with your beast-like growls, echoed in the room. As the sound got louder, you grabbed the back of her head, pulled her closer to catch her mouth in a messy kiss, to swallow every sound she made. Her tongue was cut by your sharp canines in the process, but she just giggled.

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. There was a moment when you realized that Fran wasn't herself at this point, but a loyal sex slave twisted by the infection and the pheromone that you had forced upon her. She couldn't do anything about it even if she wanted to.

You knew what you were doing right now was wrong, and you wanted to stop this. The knife in your bag wasn't just for self-defence. It could also end your suffering, once and for all.

But all these thoughts were soon overwhelmed by the blissful pleasure you were experiencing. Fran broke the kiss and pulled herself away. You looked at her face, at her juicy intimacy, in confusion, and she just crooked her finger.

"Come and claim me..." She whispered as she turned around and walked onto the balcony.

The beast inside you felt provoked. You quickly got up and chased after her. Fran gave you a smile over her shoulder before she bent over and held on to the railing. Without any hesitation, you grabbed her hips and pushed your manhood all the way in from behind.

Fran gasped as the full length of you went inside her. She bit her lips hard and tightened her fingers around the railing as you began to thrust. The cool night breeze swept over her face from the front, while the burning desire spread through her body from behind, mixing a conflicted yet intoxicating sensation which she wished would last forever. She happily rolled her hips back and forth to match your pace, to feel it more intensely.

With one hand holding her hip tightly and the other grabbing her breast to hold her still, you leaned down and kissed the sensitive skin of her back, making her tremble from the blissful pleasure.

"Ah... Give me more... More..." Fran babbled. The rustle of leaves from the woods not far away from the mansion resonated with the sound of your bodies meeting and your matching moans and pants. You felt pitiful that this was a wonderful show that no one else watched.

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 Fran. You let out a contented moan as the beast inside you fell silent again.

You collapsed on Fran's back and gasped heavily, while she just gasped and giggled from the unmatched pleasure you gave her. You held her gently and slowly laid both of you down on the balcony. You hugged Fran from behind and crossed your fingers with hers. Hearing her fast breathing, you stayed still and allowed the cool breeze to brush your face.

When your head was finally cleared a little, you quickly pushed yourself up on your shaking arms to look at her. Fran was asleep, while her face was still flushed from the activity. The bite marks on her shoulder seemed to have healed up. You could feel the heat building up in her body as the lycanthropy infection began to take hold.

"I'm sorry, Fran... I'm so sorry..." You cried in tears as you were slammed by heavy guilt, again. You'd hurt Fran, again and again, and she... she just took it.

You quickly carried her back inside the room and placed her in bed. You grabbed one of the syringes of monkshood solution from the pocket of your coat, and returned to give Fran the injection. Also, you found some clean bandages in the first aid kit in the bathroom to clean the blood on her shoulder. All this didn't wake Fran up. She must be really exhausted.

Her breathing became steady again, her flush began to fade, and you knew the cure worked. You didn't know if she was dreaming of something, but you saw a cute smile on her face.

Now more than ever you thought that you didn't deserve her. You didn't deserve this kindness, this endless, stupid love she had for you even when the monster you became mercilessly hurt her. But right now, you didn't have the strength to push her away. You just lay down next to her and held her gently.

Your breathing slowed down, and you felt surrounded by her fragrance. You drifted into your dreams in no time.

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.