You hesitate to shoot Francesca

You hesitated. You still believed that even in this form Fran could hear you.

But you were wrong. All that was left in her mind was the insatiable desire for flesh now. Fran didn't give you a second chance as she broke your arm, dropped the revolver, and savagely sank her sharp teeth into your neck. And with an easy pull, she tore off a piece of meat.

"James! No!" Grace came close enough and pulled the trigger. The silver bolt unfortunately shot through Fran's stomach, missing her vitals.

Fran growled in pain as she turned to Grace. With a single leap, she landed right in front of Grace and clamped both palms tightly around the girl's head. Grace struggled desperately, but her strength could never possibly compare to a feral lycanthrope's.

"James..." She whispered with her final breath as she tried to look at you one more time.

Out of anger, and probably a bit of jealousy as well, Fran squeezed Grace's head, killing her instantly, and let out a joyful howl.

You kept coughing up blood. The agonizing pain in your neck left you utterly unable to move, and all you could do was watch helplessly as it all happened. You could hear the beast inside you laughing, claiming its final victory.

You now knew what May meant when she said a pure werewolf was strong. You underestimated your enemy, and now you had to pay the price.

Bruce seemed to have finally grown bored with playing with Valerie. He dodged her next reckless attack swiftly, held her head in his palms, and easily snapped her neck. Valerie fell to the ground, while she slowly changed back to her human form. You could see the light fading in her blue eyes. She was dead.

Bruce went to Sherry at last. She was still sitting there, traumatized by what she had just witnessed. He seized her by the throat with claws and hoisted her into the air. Sherry struggled desperately to break free, but it was futile.

"This is the most fitting end for you." Bruce penetrated Sherry's chest with his sharp claws, "Die."

When Sherry's lifeless corpse dropped to the ground, her eyes were filled with confusion.

Nathan arrived at the mansion as soon as possible, but all he saw was Valerie lying on the ground, you being severely injured, and a huge bloodied werewolf along with a female lycanthrope. He didn't have a chance. Bruce put him on the floor and injected him with every syringe of monkshood solution he brought with him. He foamed at the mouth and soon died of acute poisoning.

"Finally!" Bruce laughed heartily with satisfaction when he reverted to his human form. Even in this form, he was strong enough to pick you up.

"Bring Mr. Wilson to the basement. You can have fun with him there." He tossed you to Fran like a bone thrown to a dog.

Fran caught you happily, turned around, and ran straight for the basement.

You didn't know how long it had been when you regained a little clarity, but you immediately felt the pressure on top of you. Fran was straddling you while holding you still with her huge palms. The moment she realized you had woken up, she immediately leaned down and frantically lapped at your cheek.

Her fur touching your skin actually made you feel warm and excited. It was as if you no longer cared what she was, nor about the violence and bloodshed that had just happened. All you did was gently stroke her furry back, savoring the joy of having her back with you again.

Your manhood down there reacted quickly, as it was already hard and oozing. Fran swiftly sat up, adjusted her hips, and happily swallowed it whole. The moment you went through her fluffy vagina and dived into her warm and tight cunt, the pure bliss almost sent you to heaven.

Fran stuck her tongue out like a puppy and panted heavily as she rode you roughly. Your eyes rolled back in your head. Your fingers dug into the soft fur of her hips, guiding her rhythm as she moved faster. You could feel the change coming, the transformation creeping through your veins as the beast inside you answered the call of its mate.

Fran leaned down to nuzzle against your throat where her bite still bled. She licked at the wound tenderly. The warm wetness of her body was pulling you closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly, a sharp pain began to spread to your skin, and it was so insufferable that you ripped your clothes apart. Black fur emerged from below and quickly covered your deformed arms, your back, and eventually your whole body. Your bone structure was beginning to change, as was your flesh. You heard cracking sounds coming from your back, each one accompanied by a wave of bone-breaking pain. A fluffy tail protruded through your tailbone, causing an unbearable sensation of agony.

Fran smiled happily as she felt your manhood inside growing longer, thicker, and harder. She slowed her pace for a moment, letting out a low, eager whine as she adjusted to the change. Her warm walls were stretching and gripping you even tighter than before. The pleasure that shot through you made the agony of the transformation fade into the background.

When everything calmed down, you opened your eyes, and everything was different now. You were no longer plagued by nightmares, no longer anxious about your condition, and no longer caring about finding out the truth. All you desired was warm flesh.

You flipped her over in one sharp, powerful movement, pinning her soft, furry body to the cold concrete basement floor, and she let out a delighted growl, with her hind legs lifting automatically to wrap around your waist.

You thrust into her hard and deep, and Fran cried out. The stone walls of the basement muffled the sounds of your rough, panting movements, while only the wet slap of your bodies mixed with the howls and moans spilled from both of your throats. The beast that had taken over your mind wiped away every last trace of grief and sadness, every last thread of humanity, leaving only the burning need to claim, to connect, to breed.

Fran's claws dug deep gouges into your furry shoulders, her breath coming in ragged, heated gasps against your jaw as she met every one of your thrusts with a roll of her hips. You cared about nothing but the need to fill her, to take her, to satiate the hunger that had been haunting you since your transformation. You thrust harder, faster, and growled louder, hornier, as your lycanthrope body was slowly reaching the first climax.

You heard that the door behind you was unlocked, but you didn't care about that anymore. You needed to finish what you started, to mark Fran as your soulmate before others could take her.

Bruce opened the door, and he was content to see your progress.

"Good, Mr. Wilson. I welcome you to join my new pack, and you will be breeding the first of many of its newborns." Bruce smiled wickedly as he slowly closed the door again, "Please go on, don't let me interrupt you."

You didn't really give a fuck what he just said as you satisfyingly unleashed yourself inside Fran.