THE SLUT VIRUS

[loveskulls]

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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[shieldofrohan]

[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.]

[ignisvulpes]

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.

[shieldofrohan]

[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.]

[ignisvulpes]

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.]

[shieldofrohan]

[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...

[ignisvulpes]

[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.]

[shieldofrohan]

[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.]

[ignisvulpes]

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.]

[shieldofrohan]

[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.]

[ignisvulpes]

[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.]

[shieldofrohan]

[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?]

[ignisvulpes]

[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.]

[shieldofrohan]

[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.]

[ignisvulpes]

[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.]

[shieldofrohan]

[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.]

[ignisvulpes]

[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.]

[shieldofrohan]

[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.]

[ignisvulpes]

[His hands stay high on her thighs, but not purely for support - his thumbs are on the inner side, and he periodically presses and softly rubs at her flesh. The gesture is clumsy, especially since he has to multitask, but he knows some women like it.

It's not like he needs to get any hornier, but damn it all, if it's hot to see people moan in pleasure, then he might as well indulge.

Meanwhile, his tongue, thin but flexible, is teasing her entrance.]

[shieldofrohan]

[There's just enough left of her uninfected mind to watch herself in horror, her chest heaving and her fingers clenching and unclenching in his hair as she cries out in unabashed pleasure. The last of her control goes into making her garbled cry be in Rohirric, so hopefully he can't understand just how pleading and filthy it is.]

[A pretty poor use of effort, since both the pleading and the filth are pretty clear in her tone, even if you can't understand the words. She's soaking wet against his mouth, his hands sending shivers of pleasure through her that make her fingers curl and her knees shake.]

[Who'd have thought being magically uninhibited could make sex so much better?]

[ignisvulpes]

[Man, he doesn't know what the heck that was and he doesn't care, but it sounded hot. Granted, if someone whispered in his ear about accounting right now, he'd probably find it hot too.

He keeps at it, his tongue now entering her and tasting her. His own moans of arousal double as quite the nice way to massage her with subtle vibrations.]

[shieldofrohan]

[She cries out as his tongue pushes into her, and while one hand stays tangled in his hair, the other moves to attend to her almost painfully sensitive breasts, pulling them the rest of the way out of her armour and kneading them roughly. Her head tipping back against the wall, she moans and pants.]

[It's getting, quite quickly, to be an effort to stay on her feet.]

[ignisvulpes]

[Hey, if she wants to come down, it's all good with him. Granted, he's far too busy to talk right now, but should he feel her slipping, he'll move his hands to support her hips instead. Whether she stands or sits doesn't matter to him. After all, this is only the prelude - he still needs much, much more. And the virus isn't beyond providing reminders of it; the first chance he gets to free his mouth, he tells her, desperate to the point of being nearly out of breath:]

Fuck me...!

[shieldofrohan]

W--what?

[She's not against the idea. Actually, she's increasingly desperately in favour of it. But she doesn't expect to hear it.]

[ignisvulpes]

Ride me-- [He interrupts himself by going in with his tongue again, lapping needily, before drawing back once more.] Fuck me! Won't you?

[Somewhere inside Kaph, a part of him screams silently.]

[shieldofrohan]

[She moans, a shiver going all through her when his tongue presses into her, her eyelids fluttering. Not quite orgasm, but close, so close...]

I will. Aye, I will. I...

[This time, she lets herself fall, dropping to her knees to push him down onto his back. She's panting, her eyes bright and her cheeks flushed.]