kingdomcomes | THE SLUT VIRUS

It began outside the city, at nightfall... as these things usually do. The afflicted succumbed to the virus, and began to move from farm house to farm house, gathering strength in numbers. Moving toward larger population centers, craving to spread itself further and further and further…

News only barely manages to outpace the lumbering horde. Locals shout in panicked tones about ‘the sluts’ and begin running for shelter. Some opt to take their chances at home; others run toward the castle, hoping to seek sanctuary with the Mistress. Those with a cooler head on their shoulders do their best to convince you to hide somewhere until dawn.

What do you do?

HIDE IN THE VILLAGE + HIDE IN THE CASTLE + CONFRONT THE HORDE

[OOC: IF YOU ARE AFFLICTED... The slut virus is non-fatal and temporary; it will affect your character until they've completely exhausted themselves. You also still have awareness of all your behavior afterward and can even try to fight it off, but it's very strong and inevitably you will Slut Out. If it's any comfort, your character will find a lot of NPCs affected by it claiming they don't remember anything, giving you an equal out. It's too embarrassing, even to Oglafers.]

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[Aaaand Yenh is among the Sluts invading the castle grounds. That's what happens when you try to run on medieval rooftops wearing heeled boots and don't have your magical powers to give you extra cool moves: eventually, you slip and fall and someone helps you up but they're infected and they smooch you. Every time, without fail.]

[So now the momentum of the horde has brought her here, too. She tried to resist and even still finds moments of clarity enough to tell herself This is incredibly stupid, but she cannot help but lapse as the fever and the heat overtake her again. It's a whole-body ache for release unlike she's ever known before, and it is one only temporarily fed by the indiscriminate acts she found herself participating in.]

[Barely clad in anything at all at this point, she pushes herself to focus on finding familiar faces to help—through the virus is having a great time messing with her ideas of what proper "help" would look like.]

[And if help isn't available on the ground? She starts scaling castle wall.]

[Oh, that's... someone climbing up the wall. James watches over the top of the fortifications in baffled amazement at the sheer skill behind it, taking a moment out of the general panic around him to almost admire what he's seeing.

But wait.

This is probably not good.

He can't touch her because then he'll be infected. He can't run because... ~~Gryffindors don't run~~ she might get in and he could be held accountable. James looks around for something - anything - he could use to fend her off (not knock her off the wall, he's not interested in killing people) and comes up with a sturdy-looking stick as Yenh finally reaches the top.]

Oh, bollocks. [James mutters, backing up slightly.] Look, just... go the other way, alright?

[ Maybe he can help, her brain registers amid the chaos of lust and urgency beating like a drumbeat through her body. But, no, not in a good decent way. She struggles against it, striving for anything but indecency. She wonders what will win out first: dehydration or chafing. ]

Don’t let me get close to you. [ She says this but her feet are bringing her closer, and a hand is cupping one of her pert little breasts to almost-absently play her fingers across the sensitive, already-much-pleasured flesh. Catching herself, she forces herself to stop. ]

Fight or flee; I don’t wish to overpower you. [ She is a mage, but still, she has enough lean muscle from swinging an enchanted blade around and from jumping around doing Cool Stunts that she wants to take no chances. Her legs quiver and her tail is lashing. Her scars ripple dark and mostly small despite being strikingly numerous—save one long thin one across her belly. ] Please.

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[He's certainly trying not to let her get close, but she's moving he is stepping back but he's going to run out of room to step back eventually. He follows the movement of her hand without thinking and--

Merlin, this isn't good.]

You could try. [The words - bravado - come out without thought even as he continues to edge away from her. The noise at the foot of the wall is a distraction and a warning all at once, of what might await him should she catch up with him, but one look at her tells him that despite his years of quidditch she could easily outpace him on foot.

He does turn, and he does run, but the door down from the wall proves more difficult to open than it was when he stepped up here and he's sure it's doing it on purpose.]

Come on-- come on, just open already--...

[For her part, Yenh braces herself to hold back—but her instinct to chase and secure her prey takes over. She prays fervently for that door to open, or at least for it to remain firmly closed if she overpowers him. Which, unfortunately, may be happening if he doesn't act fast.]

[She lunges at his back, preparing to wrap her limbs around him in a full-body embrace.]

[The door does open, but the problem with the door opening is that it doesn't open enough, and more so that it opens outwards and despite it now being unlocked it serves well enough as a wall to pin him against as he's suddenly lunged for.

James yelps, putting aside the indignity of the noise he makes as the far more important panic at his currently situation shoots to the fore.

This is it. This is how he's going to go out.]

[ Her thighs lock around him in a vice grip, and her arms, weaker yet still strong, pull his arms back by the elbows. ]

[ Leaning forward, her lips capture the lobe of his ear, followed by her teeth. She is gentle, but those are definitely sharp incisors in her mouth. Speaking around her hungry nibbles and tugging suckling: ] You needn’t resist- except you must- [ Her hands are definitely now roaming along every inch she can reach. ] I won’t hurt you. But I will exhaust you, so don’t- [ Begging, pleading. ] Kiss me...

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[He feels the visceral dread sink in immediately, and he certainly tries to resist, but even his own athleticism can't manage to overcome the grip she has on him and he makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat when she--

-- did she just bite him?]

I'm an engaged man! [James manages to get out, for all the good it does as he continues to fail to push her away from himself.] Just-- let me through the door--

[Shit shit shit shit.]

[Hells.]

[Yenh's people don't do marriage—much less monogamy—but she understands and appreciates how important matrimony is to those who celebrate it.]

I want to stop. I can't. [Her tongue trails along his neck, wet and smooth despite the feline look to her.] Knock me loose.

I'm trying.

[He really is, but she is definitely stronger than him. James' entire body stiffens up between her and the door blocking his escape as her tongue runs up his neck and he lets out a peculiar, strangled sound.

Pulling himself together, he pushes at her with all the strength he can muster. It's very possible that he just might succeed in doing nothing but making things worse.]

[Yenh forces herself to let go, at least long enough for James to have an inkling of hope. But even as she takes a very mild topple off of him, her hands seek him out in a flurry of wild grabbing.]

[Her voice is desperate.]

Wh- what if- what if you just- pleasured yourself with me? Does that count as adultery?

[Oh-- Merlin, there's really no getting out of this, is there? He can't get her far enough away to open the door, he can't get the door open with her right there, and he can't get past her. Despite everything he can feel his face flushing, and it's not entirely from embarrassment.]

That's-- I'm not married.

[So, it's not adultery...]

Bloody-- hell, can you control yourself!?

But you- [ Her hands grope, and she only manages to barely stop them. Yenh takes a breath. ]

I am! I swear. If I weren’t, you would be naked and screaming by now. [ Her hands tremble. Can she undress him... subtly??? ] This affliction is powerful...

[She can try to undress him subtly. James is - peculiarly - beginning to lose the will to fight.]

Okay-- okay.

[It's just-- It's just one of those things, right? This is just... one of those things, and it's fine, and...

A shout from over the wall pulls his attention away for a moment, and he dares to tear his eyes away from her for a split second, just to look.]

Okay. Just... no screaming.

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oops, i'm sorry, i accidentally went into holiday coma

it happens xD

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