The horde numbers in the hundreds. They aren’t zombies, though—no, they’re fully alive. Very, very alive, and able to vocalize through dirty talk. The shambling and ripped clothing they wear, the hungry moaning and growling with every other breath… The slut virus drives them for more and more new flesh to fondle.
A poor fool from out of town has mistaken this for an extension of the harvest festival. Taken in by sluts begging for cock, he waded in close to a slut who was in the process of a strip tease, and was quickly overwhelmed. He seems to have his wits about him long enough, until one Slut leans in for a french kiss, and-
The virus is transmitted. A new Slut is born.
The newly-minted slut and his new friends have a nice time while the rest press on.
They’re coming from all around the Kingdom, in too many directions for one person to defend. Plus, they’re just human beings, and they don’t actually seem interested in hurting anyone. Just, having a shitload of urgent needy sex with as many new people as they possibly can.
CONFRONT THE HORDE
A poor fool from out of town has mistaken this for an extension of the harvest festival. Taken in by sluts begging for cock, he waded in close to a slut who was in the process of a strip tease, and was quickly overwhelmed. He seems to have his wits about him long enough, until one Slut leans in for a french kiss, and-
The virus is transmitted. A new Slut is born.
The newly-minted slut and his new friends have a nice time while the rest press on.
They’re coming from all around the Kingdom, in too many directions for one person to defend. Plus, they’re just human beings, and they don’t actually seem interested in hurting anyone. Just, having a shitload of urgent needy sex with as many new people as they possibly can.