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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[She may be relieved to know he is quite unharmed, other than having his poor clothes unceremoniously ripped off. The person he landed on may be another matter, but they've squirmed free and seem to be happily getting busy with another Slut in the horde so they're probably fine.

There's a moment of genuine, friendly relief on his face when he sees Yenh before the haze of the virus has him well in its grip again.]

Heyyyyyyy, Yenh.

[He trails away into a happy hum at the contact of skin, warm and tingling, and his hands are immediately on her back, keeping her there, and giving little friendly rubs. They get even friendlier when she grinds down into him, and his back arches as his whole body alights to attention. Yes, this is exactly what needs to happen right now.

He laughs, a husky chuckle, latching his mouth onto her neck as his hands slide down to her hips to get a little more control over that situation. He will give her what she wants- and what he wants- but first he's going to be a little shit and tease. One hand moves down between them so he can roll his palm against her for more precise friction than her grinding was getting her.]

[Already sensitive from previous encounters, the sudden pressure of his hand is a godsend as much as it is a horrible tease. She is desperate, insistent, as she locks her arms together around him and thrusts against the palm.]

Don't deny me what I need...! [And never being a woman of only word, Yenh slings one leg around Sirius' arse, giving him the pointed counterargument that he could move his hand and not even bother with sitting or kneeling.]

[The mixed gasp, hiss, and vocalization he makes at the way she grinds against him is incredibly undignified. He practically gurgles in the back of his throat as moves his hands to properly hold her hips.]

Okay, okay-!

[He fumbles a little with getting himself positioned, but once he manages that, he does as he's bidden and rams himself into her, growling much like a dog.]

[Sirius' quick stroke is answered with deep gasp, and Yenh arches to meet him. Bracing with her foot against the ground, her lips find their way along his shoulder and collarbones.]

[Just as with his hand, there's both relief and a feeling of needing more that overwhelms her. At least now she's with Sirius, who sshe's lain with before, and is a fun young fellow besides—unlike with a stranger, there's less of a need to fight for scraps of dignity and propriety against the virus that wants her to chase higher and higher levels of pleasure.]

[She lets a few words escape her as she speaks against his skin.]

I love that growl more than I should freely admit.

[Her reactions bring out even more of the animalistic tendencies in him. Unfortunately in this instance that means some needy whining is happening instead of his more manly and dominant growling, but take what you can get. His hands are hungry though and not at all pathetic as they give her thighs a supportive squeeze and travel up, over her hips to her sides.

He already has no dignity with Yenh, since losing their contest, and he cares even less about it now than he would have without the virus, so he just embraces it. She's in charge here and that's just fine.

Oh and she chooses to stroke his ego, of all things. He's too doglike to purr, but he does hum contentedly and give an especially enthusiastic buck of his hips.]

I am delighted to know so.

[He gives another one, not fully organic like the first, but no less playful for being so, and digs his fingertips into her sides a little.]

[Her jaw drops for a brief moment as she relishes those eager thrusts striking along her inner walls just right. A moan rumbles in her throat and comes out in a sultry laugh spiked with her usual raucousness.]

[Reaching down, her hand fusses between them, against her swollen clit and idly against his shaft as it makes its appearances between thrusts.]

Shall I make you howl?

THE SLUT VIRUS

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