kingdomcomes | THE SLUT VIRUS

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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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[Anyone who thought Eowyn would run or hide has clearly never met her. But it's frustrating, to her mind, that the first real test of her guarding is with those she wishes no harm.]

[She's using her shield cautiously, not to hit but to push back against the mob, as she tries to marshal panicking locals towards the castle. It seems like the best place - high walls and gates to lock.]

[It's hard to manhandle a mob who really want to be manhandled, though, paradoxically. She expects people she's fighting to push her away, not try to pull her in for a kiss. Or grab her breasts, which has happened several times now.]

[She's dishevelled, tired, trying not to touch them more than she has to lest the infection can pass that way. In other words, she's losing ground. Eventually, inevitably, she'll fall and either be infected or need saving herself. For now, she's just raising her voice to be heard over the din, gesturing over the top of her shield.]

To me! To me, if you seek solace!

[If it weren't for the sheer chaos of the scene, a head of green hair would probably stand out among the mob. But even so, it wouldn't be entirely clear whether Kaphlar is part of it or trying to sneak away.

The truth is that he's trying to use whatever remains of his dignity and good sense to avoid being caught in a compromising position - a compromising position that, make no mistake, he feels increasingly compelled to jump into. There are no real ugly people in the mob. Sure, some may be dirtier than others - in the hygienic sense of the term - but women and men alike are making his heart race. Just like in that tent...

But the last of his strength is dedicated to shaking that thought away. When he hears Éowyn's voice, he doesn't care whether she's holding her own or doing something like what he's doing. He makes a beeline for her, panting and sweaty and with his robes starting to slip off of a shoulder.]

You called?

[Éowyn snorts when she sees him, disdain in her expression - but in fairness, when she sees one of the horde snatch for him, she pulls him back out of the way, albeit roughly and by the collar of his robes.]

[Raising her shield, she steps between him and the woman reaching for him, shoving the slut back into her fellow infected.]

The castle threatens to close its gates against us. If I were you, I would run.

[Part of him is disappointed the woman's been driven away. The rest of him is happy to see Éoywn, in a very particular way that's uncannily similar to that time during the competition.]

Oh, I'm running. I'm running, alright... [He's gasping for breath, hands on his knees. Wait, hasn't he... already run into her today...? It's somewhat hard to focus, and even harder to care.

What's also harder is his dick. Heyooooo.]

[She takes a couple of steps back, glancing back at him.]

And yet, here you stand. Rest when you are out of...

[She breaks off abruptly, as hands close on her arm and she has to turn back to haul a naked, panting man off herself before he can kiss her. And then there's another, and another; she struggles to free herself, but they're pulling her in, and drawing nearer Kaphlar in the process.]

Go!

Hey.

[He stands up straight, just about forgetting, for one moment, what he truly means to do. Someone behind him grabs his ankle; he half-heartedly shakes them off as he holds a hand out towards Éowyn.]

Let's go together. I can't just... [Another man goes for his chest. Kaph lets the touch linger for longer than he ought to before snapping back into attention and elbowing the man off.] Can't just leave you here... exposed to all this indignity, now can I?

Nobility? From you?

[She'd laugh, if she weren't in the process of trying to disentangle herself from three people at once.]

Go! Before... mmf!

[Yep, that was a full-on kiss from one of the infected women. With her arms caught, Éowyn can't immediately escape from it or push the girl away; so this is gonna be a long, and very deep, kiss before she manages to get free.]

[Serves her right, he still has it in himself to think. Whether his willingness to stick around and watch this kiss shows he's still hanging on or succumbing to the infection, that's harder to say. Nobility, indeed.

God, he wants to fuck. Yet, the sight of a shirtless guard advancing in his direction makes him reposition himself, shift to Éoywn's side - right up against her, perhaps closer than he intended.]

So what's your plan? [he whispers in her ear.] Seems to me you're just playing the saviour just long enough to have deniability...

[His hand drifts to her back.]

[She whips her head around to glare at him, her colour high and her eyes bright with anger. Not just anger, but right now, she can still make that her first reaction.]

[And his breath on her ear is definitely not making her want to grab him and make that breath catch, make his touch wander further. Absolutely not. She's not succumbing that easily.]

[She doesn't slap his hand away, though.]

We are not all so selfish as you, O honourless one. I am not playing at wanting you to pin me against the wall and fuck me hard.

[THAT IS NOT REMOTELY WHAT SHE MEANT TO SAY.]

What was that?

[By now, he's close enough that his erection is clearly grinding against her - and boy, is it doing a good job of eroding the last of his willpower away.]

Say that again. [His other hand, in the meantime, has wandered closer to Éowyn's chest. He can't keep himself from trying to grope her any longer.] Or just, you know, hop on. Yeah. Just cut to the chase.

[NOPE. She pulls away, red-faced, trying to focus all her attention on fighting back the horde and not doing anything else that starts with F.]

You... you should go, ere it is too late.

[It's a frankly heroic act of will to say that, and not to grab his hand and put it on her damn breast already.]

You know what?

[His fingers tremble before they grope her. He can't fight this virus anymore. He can fool himself into thinking so -]

I think if we get started, you can save me from an even worse fate, milady.

[- but the truth is that he's going to be just as undiscerning as the rest of the horde. Even if Éowyn is his first, no one can stop him from going after the next.]

[Despite herself, she gasps in pleasure at his hand on her breast, shivers prickling up her spine, and finds herself caught between pulling away and pushing up against him.]

[Her will is starting to crumble. She can feel it - just as she can feel his fingers on her breast and his cock pressing against her, and the heat and wetness growing between her legs.]

[She swallows, hard, and her shield wavers, dropping a little way.]

I have... a duty...

[He's doing all he can to hold her close now. It might almost look legitimately passionate if it weren't for the way he's beginning to desperately rut against her.]

Yeah? What's that duty of yours?

[His voice is a hungry whisper; while one of his hands holds her by her breast, the other is moving to grab her rear.]

[Wow, you are making it very difficult to fight off a mob, Kaphlar. Not just because of the seriously restricted mobility, but because there's a growing part of her that wants to throw caution to the winds, pull off what's left of their clothes, and fuck good and hard.]

[Her mouth is dry, her heart pounding. She moans low in her throat, shaking her head, trying to keep herself together.]

...They can't reach... mustn't reach the castle... I...

Get off me!

[YOU ARE NOT MAKING THIS EASIER.]

They reached the castle a long time ago, [he whispers into her ear.] If that's your hang-up, you might as well make the best of your time and help me get off.

[As his hand toys with her breast, caressing it and squeezing it, he nibbles at her earlobe.]

Won't you do that for me? Won't you help me show everyone the kind of man that I am?

[There is a façade that he's still holding on to by the barest of threads. It's not enough to remind him that doing this will just let the virus fully take hold, and once that happens...

... Maybe he can still blame whatever DOES happen on the virus itself. Sure.]

[She groans in frustration and want, her breath catching in her throat, even as she pushes back another of the infected - and tries, in the process, not to think about the warmth and pliability of their naked skin, or how easy it would be to give in. Under Kaphlar's hand, her nipple is hard and sensitive, sending thrills through her at the slightest grazing touch.]

[Sweat prickles her skin, and her cheeks are flushed, her heart thudding in her ears.]

I'll do nothing for you, you... you...

[Thinking is getting harder by the moment. It's an almost physical effort not to give in.]

[By now, he's just about lost the patience - and the coherence - needed to convince her through words. The most he can do is mutter something that sounds like "come onnnn" before he trails hungry kisses down her neck and shoulder, the hand on her breast touching her as insistently as his rutting, which has grown increasingly impatient. He moans, the sound more needy than outright aggressive.]

[She manages to hold off for a moment more, and then her control breaks. She can feel it breaking, feel desperation wash away her sense of self for a moment, watches as from a distance as she turns, crying out in frustration, to grab him and pull him up against the nearest wall.]

Fuck... you!

[Now, was that an expletive or a request?]

[Oh, hell yes. This only makes him harder.]

... You wanna? [Something about the way he says that is certainly less... smarmy than usual. It's almost earnest.

And as if to make his meaning clearer, he slowly slides downwards, looking her in the eye all the while.]

[Well. That... is not what she expected, at all.]

[Surprise takes the last of the fight out of her, lets the virus dig itself deeper. She bites her lip, her breath catching, and fumbles one hand onto his shoulder, nodding breathlessly. Her shield falls by her side, clattering onto the ground.]

[Kaphlar Kinra would never, in a million years, call himself a man with inhibitions. In fact, if he were miraculously pressed on the matter, he might say he has spent some good time tearing down whatever inhibitions he may have.

But that's a lie, as so many things about him are, and the virus has certainly worn away at some of those very real inhibitions.

He's sitting on the ground now; his hands caress her thighs as he eyes her with desire.]

[This isn't the first time someone's gone down on her, but it's very close to it, and if she was even a little in control of herself, she would be unsure how to proceed - even if it weren't Kaphlar looking up at her all heavy-lidded and lustful.]

[Luckily, the virus knows what to do, even if she doesn't. Her hand slips up from his shoulder into his hair, pulling his head between her legs, her hips tilting against his mouth. No patience or uncertainty here.]

[Oh, fuck, that's what he wants. The gesture is enough to drag a lustful whimper out of him. He gives her a pleased look, but even though it's likely hard to see, due to his position, that doesn't matter. He has needs.

And the first step to fulfilling them is to slide down her underwear and kiss what's under it, before his lips proceed to do their very best to massage her.]

[Éowyn's hand tightens in his hair, her eyelids fluttering. She's never felt so desperately horny in her life, or so sensitive to his touch. Biting her lip, she lets out a little moan and grabs at the wall behind her for support.]

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