Alice blushes furiously at your question. "I-I haven't... really done anything like that," she says, her voice barely audible over the crackling of the fire. "The laboratory... they didn't allow it." She glances away, obviously uncomfortable with the topic.

"But..." She hesitates, then forces herself to meet your gaze again. "I-I think I could learn how to do it myself. If you would show me?"

"Well, no," she admits with a small laugh that sounds forced and nervous. "But I've always been curious... And I think if I had someone to show me..." She trails off, chewing on her lower lip as she looks at you hopefully.

Her expression softens into something almost pleading, as if she truly believes this act between the two of you might somehow save her from whatever horrors lie in store for her.

You help Alice out of the car and into the house, making sure she's warmly dressed in some borrowed sweats and socks. She looks around, taking in her new surroundings. The wood-burning stove crackles cheerfully in one corner, filling the room with a cozy glow. "I can help you gather firewood if you like," Alice offers hesitantly.

"That would be great," Evan replies, leading her outside to where the woodpile is kept. He shows her how to split kindling from larger pieces of wood using a mallet and wedge. "Let me know if you need any help."

Alice starts working diligently, grateful for the distraction. The physical exertion helps to keep her mind off her body's needs, but every now and then she catches Evan watching her with an odd expression. It makes her feel self-conscious and aroused at the same time.

Her words fuel your passion as you pound into her with increased fervor, each thrust sending shockwaves through her body. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of fire in their wake, and she arches her hips up to meet every forceful stroke. "Yes," she moans, the tension coiling tightly within her beginning to unravel as she feels herself growing closer and closer to release.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body tenses and trembles around you, on the edge of orgasm. "Yes," she whispers, gripping your shoulders tightly as the pleasure consumes her. Her hips buck up off the bed, meeting each thrust with a growl of desire that echoes through the room. "Cum with me..." she pleads, her voice breaking from the intensity of the sensations coursing through her.

Oh, sorry! I didn't hear you come in. Just give me a moment...

You quickly dry off and throw on the clothes Evan left you. They're much too big for you but they feel nice and warm. You open the door to see him pacing impatiently in the hallway. "Sorry, I got sidetracked," you apologize as you step out of the bathroom.

"It's alright, I can understand why you'd want to take your time," he says with a small smile. "Just wanted to make sure we don't get in each other's way."

The girl nods eagerly as you head towards the kitchen. She watches you closely, clearly still feeling vulnerable and scared after what just happened. When you turn around, she's standing close behind you, her breath warm on your neck. "So... do you believe me?" she asks quietly, her eyes searching yours. "That I'm infected with something that will change me forever if I cum?"

I don't know what to think anymore. All I know is that I'm terrified of what might happen if I lose control.

Her eyes dart to the floor as she hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "I-if it's not too much trouble... I really would appreciate it." She takes a deep breath and forces herself to meet your gaze, her expression pleading. "Please?"

Alice sits back against the couch, watching you as you continue to play on your phone. She can't help but feel grateful that you seem so understanding and accommodating. As she listens to the familiar sounds of the Switch in the background, she allows herself a small smile; for once, she feels almost normal.

The hours pass slowly, but eventually exhaustion catches up with her and she drifts off to sleep on the couch, dreaming fitfully about escape and freedom from the lab's clutches.