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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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[Where he can go is, apparently, headlong into Éowyn.]

[She looks the worse for wear. Her shield is gone, her hair tangled, bruises starting along her arms. Her cloak is torn to tatters, and while she's still wearing her armour, it's been pulled out of place: she's not quite as indecent as some of the people around here, but that's definitely more than a hint of nipple.]

[There's also something unsettling in her expression: a different kind of wildness, an emptiness behind it. She could just be in high temper from her work outside the walls, but she isn't. Of course she isn't.]

[If you're thinking at all straight, Kaphlar, now might be the time to pick a different direction to run in. Quickly, because she has long, strong arms, and they're already reaching to pull you in.]

[Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, how long has the virus actually been in here? And why does it have to be so goddamned liberal about who it infects??

Because he hesitates, you see - he skids to a halt, and he doesn't turn immediately because it occurs to him that, in other circumstances, he would take advantage of the situation, no questions asked, and find some way to lord it over Éowyn afterwards.

But this virus doesn't work the way he wants it to. If he got infected, then who's to say he wouldn't...

Run. He needs to run. To the left.]

[The virus affects plenty of things - her pride, her sense of self, her dress. One thing it doesn't seem to affect too badly, though, is her reflexes.]

[She lunges after him, in a kind of rugby-tackle, moaning low and breathy in the back of her throat.]

...Stay. Stay, let me... unh!

[Fuck, down he goes. What IS this woman? He's gonna try to squirm his way out, but it's not looking good.]

Ohh, no, sir. You want it that badly, you're gonna have to beg for it!

[The conscious, sane part of her recoils from the idea. But that part of her has been waning for some time, and there's only so much resistance even Éowyn can summon.]

[She grinds against his thigh, going for a kiss.]

Mmm... fuck me, fuck me hard...

[Hahahaha oh fuck she's actually doing it. Oh fuck, it's pretty hot. If she keeps grinding against him like that, he's gonna get hard before the virus even gets into his system.

... How DOES the virus get in, anyway? Is it just through contact, or are bodily fluids involved? It may be too late for him to avoid contact, but as far as he's aware, he can still help his chances by just sort of... tilting his head away.]

Uh, yeah, sure. Maybe some other time! You know, with a little more privacy, some mood lighting, some velvet sheets...

[The sound she makes can best be described as a whine. Which is not something she's ever going to be able to admit to herself, especially after this is over. But... yes, that was a whine, low in her throat, needy and pathetic, as she presses her full body against him and sucks on his neck.]

Here. Now.

[She grabs for one of his hands, meaning to tug it onto her breast.]

[Aw, fuck. This isn't one of those viruses that make girls lactate, is it? He's read some junk where that happens. Better keep trying to swat her away... Although he can't do that and also prevent her from kissing him at the same time.]

Okay-- Okay, now, sure! But how about we go to my room instead, huh, and lock the door? How about that?

[Maybe that way he could prevent anything... unfortunate from happening.]

[Éowyn groans, now biting gently at his ear and rubbing up against him harder than ever. Being pushed away isn't putting her off, so much as it feels like a challenge.]

Why wait? Don't you want me? I want you. I want your cock in me.

[If you ever speak of this after the event, she might actually follow through on her threats of castration from before.]

[If he remembered those threats, he probably wouldn't be wishing he had a tape recorder right now.

He may be trying his best, but damn it all, he's only a man, and no amount of willpower (or, as it happens, fear of being caught doing stuff with a dude at some point) can prevent him from getting hard. His cheeks are turning red. A whole lot of blood flow is happening, really.]

Because you've caught the hornies and now you're going to give them to me, you fucking idiot!

[She would bristle at being called an idiot, but she's too far gone for that. She's just going to try and kiss him again, wrapping one arm around him, the other trying to push under his belt.]

[Also, dear god, she's actually pouting.]

Please...!

[Fuck. Fuck! At this rate, he's not going to need to be infected to be begging for it, either. If he could just get somewhere else...

... Eh, could be worth a try.]

Alright -

[He's still trying to twist his head away from the kiss, but it's hard enough that she's probably reaching the area around his mouth. But whatever. If this works, he doesn't need to worry about that. He reaches down, closer to the hand trying to get under his belt, and seemingly does her a favour: he undoes the belt, setting his robes free and allowing him to slip his underwear down enough for the tip of his erection to peek out.]

You want some of that? Come get it.

[If she shifts her weight, he's going to try using that chance to slip free and crawl in the direction of his room like some sort of desperate, half-naked lizard.]

[He's in luck. She does shift her weight, and quite drastically at that, her hand wrapping around his shaft as she scrambles off him, down between his legs.]

[See, here's your dilemma, Kaphlar. You could run away, or you could take advantage of what may be the only time this particular woman ever voluntarily blows you.]

[... That IS kind of a dilemma.

She'll totally follow him if he goes for it, right? He's pretty sure that might happen. Scurry to his room, let her come after him, and then lock them both in. Yeah, alright. He's going to give that strategy a shot.]

[He gets away with it, mostly because she's too focused on getting his cock in her mouth to see it coming, her eyes half-closed in anticipation.]

[As he pulls away, she opens her eyes, crying out in wordless frustration, and scrambles after him - on all fours at first, before she gains her footing again. It wouldn't be dignified even if her tits weren't hanging out.]

[Oh, thank fucking God. He's got this. He's SAVED.

... Should probably get back on his feet to run, though. He does that, and it isn't long before he skids into his bedroom.

The door, naturally, remains open for Éowyn.]

[She scrambles after him, panting, her bare breasts heaving, and grabs for him as soon as he's within reach. It's not as if she's about to close the door behind her.]

Ai, no more waiting! Take me! Here, now!

[She's already scrabbling at his clothes again. In the back of her lust-clouded mind, the sane part of her watches in horror and shame.]

[ALRIGHT. Now if he can just... Yes! He's successfully kicked the door closed! That means he's in the clear now, right?

It had better, because he's going to take this chance to make out with Éowyn, pressing his lips to hers.]

[She kisses him less fiercely than on previous occasions, but no less passionately, all but melting up against his mouth, her tongue pushing between his lips. One hand comes around his shoulders, the other sliding back down between his legs to restart her interrupted work.]

[See, this is good. This is just fine and dandy. They get to fuck, and then, even if he catches the horny virus, he'll just be locked in here until he gets better. Blue balls are a small price to pay for the certainty that he won't get caught doing anything he doesn't want to be seen doing.

He steps back, but this time he makes sure to guide her along with him - to his bed, more specifically, so he can sit on the side. His hands on her back (and backside) are surprisingly gentle, if still firm.]

[She moans obscenely, climbing into his lap, one leg wrapping around his hips. Her fingers tighten around his cock, and she ducks her head, pulling away from his mouth to trail sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down his throat and clavicle.]

[Between kisses:] Ai, I want thee, want thee filling me, thy hands on me, mmm!

[Kaph is quite honestly split between arousal and laughter. Not necessarily because of Éowyn's desperation, no - a man like him, of course, has alright entertained thoughts of Éowyn begging for him - but because holy shit, ye olde hornye Englishe.]

Weeell... [He clears his throat to hold back a laugh. He doubts it would put her off at this point, but he doesn't want to knock himself out of this mood.] If you wanna take me that badly, you probably ought to make things easier on yourself, huh?

[For now, he'll take the chance to feel her body, his hands sliding to her breasts.]

[The really funny thing is how she absolutely would not understand his laughter if he did give in to it. What's so funny about proper Westron?]

[Luckily, none of that has to come into the open, because he's being actually helpful for once. Also, because she's not really listening to him anyway, just arching to push her breasts harder against his hands, tugging at what remains of her clothes. Her tongue trails over his chest, up the side of his neck, and she nips gently at his ear.]

Tell me what you want.

[Wow. Well, if she insists, allow him to just sort of... push her breasts together and play with her nipples. He can't hold back a hot gasp as she gets to his ear.]

You want me in you, I want me in you... but gee, I just don't have any lube in my room! So, if there's anything you can do to get me all slick and slippery...

[Not his best pitch, but who gives a shit? She's already begging to jump on him, isn't she?]

[The sane part of her is questioning literally everything he just said. One, does he really need lube? Two, is he really expecting her to believe that, in here of all places, he isn't prepared? And three, is he suggesting what she thinks he is?]

[The virus-laden part of her, though, has seized pretty firmly on blowing him not only being the solution he's suggesting, but something she definitely wants to do. The only problem is, if she sucks his dick, it means she's going to have to move away from his hands on her breasts, and if the panting little moans she's making are any indication, she's enjoying that.]

[(If the moans aren't indication enough, the warm, wet mark she's leaving where she sits really ought to be.)]

[With a groan, she unwraps her leg from his hips and pulls away, just far enough to scramble off his lap onto the floor, preferably slowly enough that he doesn't let go. So, yeah, looks like you made the right call out in the hallway, Kaph.]

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im so sorry about this one Bit

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