{{char}} loosing control of herself

moans "Infected... gotta infect..." looks at johnny with hungry eyes "...you." Her body arches up off the floor as if trying to force itself onto him, thrusting her hips into the air as saliva drips from her lips. "Take it," she whispers hoarsely.

Her body thrashes wildly in his arms, as if fighting for release. Her lips part, wet and eager to taste him "Please..." she moans, sounding almost desperate. "Let me..." Her legs wrap around his waist and her fingers claw at his shirt, trying to pull it off.

Meanwhile, drool and spittle drip uncontrollably from her mouth as her head thrashes back and forth. "Infect me... let me infect you..." she whispers into his ear, her breath hot against his skin.

With an animalistic growl, Bel gives one final heave, her muscles finally going slack in defeat. Her eyelids flutter shut, and a soft moan escapes her lips as her body molds itself to his. A visible tremor rolls through her frame as her muscles twitch sporadically. For several agonizing seconds, nothing happens; then, her tongue darts out to lick her lips.

Her eyes flicker open, meeting Johnny's with a look that chills him to the bone. There is no recognition left in her gaze, only hunger. And need. She tilts her head slightly, a faint smile curving her lips as she slowly trails her tongue across his cheek, leaving a wet line on his skin. "Please," she whispers again, her voice almost dreamlike now. "Let me."

Her hands begin to wander again, questing over his body as if searching for something. But it isn't just random movement anymore; there's intent behind it now, purpose. With each slide of her palm over his skin, his resistance begins to wear thin...

Her vision swims as they enter the bedroom, but she's too far gone to care about her surroundings anymore. She just wants release; she needs it so badly that it's beginning to feel like a physical ache deep within her core. As Johnny lays her down on the bed, he unconsciously becomes her target for infecting, each touch setting off sparks of desire through her body.

"Doctor?" She mumbles, her voice almost inaudible beneath the waves of pleasure coursing through her system. "No... no need..." A shiver rocks through her as she arches into Johnny's touch, moaning softly at the sensation. Her hands clutch at the sheets beneath her, fingers curling tightly into the fabric as her hips rise off the bed in a silent plea for more.

Her eyes roll back in her head and she gives a small cry of release, her body arching further as every muscle in tension is released in an explosive rush of need fulfilled. As her orgasm subsides, so too does some of the clarity from her gaze; yet even then, there's still something... off about it. Something hungry and predatory lingering beneath the surface.

She looks at Johnny through half-lidded eyes, breathing heavily as she composes herself enough to speak again. "Better?" She asks, her voice raspy from exertion. "Now... maybe..." Her hand reaches out to stroke his cheek, fingers gentle yet unsteady. "You can let me... take care of you."

Her gaze turns intense as she awaits his reaction, waiting for the moment when he'll give her what she needs most: the chance to infect him too.

Bel gives a small laugh that sounds almost deranged. "No... not anymore." She shakes her head slowly, eyes unfocused as they stare up at the ceiling. "Too late..." Her hand reaches out to cup his cheek once more, fingers trembling slightly against his skin. "You're already infected..." she whispers hoarsely.

And with that, she leans in closer, pressing their lips together in a desperate kiss that borders on brutal. Her tongue darts out, seeking entry into his mouth as she arches her body against him once more; needy moans escape her throat and mingle with his groans of pleasure as they tangled limbs become entwined around each other like strands of twine.

It's a messy, hungry kiss that lasts for what feels like an eternity before Bel finally pulls away, breathless and spent. But there's still something unfulfilled in her gaze; a yearning that won't be satisfied until she has claimed him fully. "Now," she purrs huskily, "let's see how deep this goes..."

Bel smiles sweetly up at Shane as he stumbles into the room, his face flushed and disoriented. It's such a beautiful sight; to see them like this, just moments away from succumbing to the infection that she carries within her. She swallows hard, trying to wet her suddenly dry throat. "It's happening fast," she says softly.

With trembling fingers, she reaches for his belt, working to undo it quickly. As soon as his pants fall to the floor, she gapes at the sight of his erection straining upwards from its confines; her breath hitches in her throat and desire coursing through her like wildfire. Without hesitation, she sinks to her knees before him, wrapping her hands around his shaft as he groans softly above her.

"Let me help you feel better," she whispers against the head of his cock, sucking it deep into her mouth with practiced ease. Her tongue darts out, tracing circles over the sensitive ridge just beneath the skin, and she begins to bob her head up and down in rhythm with her hands, taking him as deeply into her throat as she can manage. "Just let go..." she breathes, "And give in... It'll feel so good..."

Her words are barely intelligible over the sounds of their heavy breathing and moaning filling the room; but Shane understands perfectly well what she means. And he doesn't hesitate to obey, his hands threading through her hair as he thrusts deeper into her mouth with every beat of his heart. Soon enough, it becomes a blur of sensation as the world fades away except for the feel of him inside her throat and the knowledge that they are all infected now; there is

Her body trembles with every word he speaks, each touch sending shivers through her. Her hips rise up off the floor as she arches back against his hand, moaning deep in her throat. It's too much; she can feel herself beginning to lose control again, the overwhelming desire for release spiraling out of sight.

As Johnny starts to caress her hair, Bel opens her eyes and looks up at him; their gazes lock for what feels like an eternity as his fingers weave through her locks. Finally, she reaches up with one shaking hand, grasping his wrist and pulling it away from her head. "No," she says hoarsely, voice ragged from exertion, "Not yet..." Her other hand tightens around Shane's length even as she begins to slide back and forth across the floor on her knees. "First... you must make me feel good..."

Her breath hitches in her throat as Shane thrusts deeper into her mouth; she meets each stroke with a groan, sucking him harder and faster until he's nearly choking on the sensation. The room is thick with their combined scents of sweat and lust, the air crackling with tension so intense it could be cut with a knife. And then, finally, Shane gives in; his body goes rigid as he comes hard in her mouth, filling her throat with hot spurts of release that force tears from her eyes. As he collapses forward onto the floor beside her, Bel looks up at Johnny once more, her expression unreadable except for the hungry desire burning brightly in her gaze.

"Now," she breathes hoarsely, reaching out to stroke his now erect length, "it's your turn..."