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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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[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.]

[Oh my god, he can't believe this. This is perfect.

Even though he's sure she won't properly appreciate how much of a gentleman he is right now, he supports her as she pulls away; his hands end up on her shoulders, and then he brushes her hair away before resting a hand on her head.

Needless to say, he's more than ready by now. His erection is slender in a way that seems to suit his figure, but it is also quite eager, thanks to too many weeks of having no company but his own hands and the occasional villager.]

You're gonna do your best, aren't you?

[Boy, his face is red. Perhaps redder than it ought to be, he'd think if he saw himself in the mirror.]

[For a small mercy, the slut virus doesn't seem to have a verbal response to that. At least, from Éowyn's perspective, that means she's not begging any more, or dignifying that with a reply.]

[Which is precisely no help, because the response it does get is her ducking her head and slipping her lips around his cock.]

[She's on her knees, mostly naked, sucking off her worst enemy in this place. This is going to haunt her nightmares. And possibly his dreams, because the truth is, she's a very attractive woman and is, right now, sucking his dick with an awful lot of enthusiasm.]

[Also, slightly more skill than she'd probably have without the virus, considering this is the first dick she's had in her mouth.]

[Fuuuck. This may not be the best blowjob he's gotten, but the fact that it's coming from Éowyn? Yeah, that's going to make it one to remember. Not that he feels particularly inclined to rank the blowjobs he's received over the course of his life, least of all now, when things are growing increasingly fuzzy in his head.

He runs his fingers through her hair, letting out a hot gasp.]

[She moans, one hand fumbling onto his thigh, the other cupping his balls. Her mouth slips further down his shaft, enough to make her choke, which under any other circumstances would make her pull off.]

[Under these circumstances, she's not about to let it stop her. If anything, she takes him deeper, her throat tightening around his cock.]

[This right here? This is, despite the general debauchery rampant in the kingdom, the closest goddamn thing to modern porn that he's seen in months, and it's happening to him. His gasp shifts into a whimper.]

Ah, fuck...!

[With his fingers in her hair, he doesn't pull on it, but he DOES hold her head close. His own head tips back.]

[She can't respond verbally, of course. Her mouth's full, and the only sounds she can make - choked little whimpers and moans as her tongue presses up against the base of his erection - she's making indiscriminately anyway, writhing with wanton need and base enjoyment.]

[Her cunt does feel awfully underserved, though, and after a moment she lets go of his thigh to pleasure herself as well, grinding her hips up against her hand even as she goes on sucking him enthusiastically.]

[He's kind of vaguely aware of what Éowyn is doing with her hand, and thus kind of vaguely willing to say something, but the thing is that he also feels like he's very close to hitting his limit, and that makes it kind of hard to say anything more coherent than a few aborted syllables inbetween groans.

Maybe he would still make an effort to stop her if he knew he'd run out of steam after this, but he increasingly gets the impression that no, he'll be good to go for a while yet.

And that suits him just fine right now.]

[She pulls back a little, working the head of his cock more, her hand coming up from his balls to wrap around the base. It's probably very lucky she can't talk right now, because if she could, she'd say some things she'd definitely regret. Things like come for me, let me taste you and fuck my face, please.]

[As it is, she's just making ever more urgent moans and hums around his cock, and the hand between her legs pushes inside her, two fingers and then three, fucking herself hard and fast as she bobs between his legs.]

[As he is right now, her moans essentially mean the same. Which isn't to say that he's fulfilling a request when he lets go and cums with a grunt and an involuntary tug on her hair - it isn't even to say it's what tips him over the edge. There's a lot going on right now.

For a moment of post-orgasm clarity, he hopes he hasn't just made a huge mistake, but the thought leaves him when he lays his eyes on Éowyn touching herself desperately.]

You, uh... want some help there or what?

[She looks up, and that whole resemblance-to-porn thing from earlier? Yeah, it's got more true, rather than less. Her hair is mussed, her lips a little swollen from their work as she slides off the end of his cock. Sweat sheens her skin, and there's a little of his cum spilling out of the corner of her mouth, unheeded, as she swallows. Her eyes are dark and hungry as she nods, making to scramble onto the bed.]

Fuck me. Fuck me hard!

[Holy shit. That's all it takes to get him rock hard again (because yes, certainly it's that, and not the infection taking hold). He hasn't felt this way in a long, long time - sure, being horny is one thing, but this is starting to go beyond that. Into Hormonal Teen levels, he'd say.]

Well, you asked for it! [He helps her onto her back - which is to say he basically pushes her - and enthusiastically gets on top of her, his erection close to her as he kisses her chest.]

[She lets herself be pushed, spreading her legs for him, but that's not to say she's going to just lie there. Virus or no virus, she's not a woman to just wait for what she wants, particularly when she's already done plenty for him.]

[Her ankles cross behind his back, and her arms wrap around his shoulders, and she pulls him down against her insistently.]

Whoa! Still feisty where it counts, huh? [It's a little unexpected, after everything else the virus has made her do, but he's not complaining. He appreciates it, in fact.

He gives her labia a single stroke with a finger - more out of courtesy than anything; he doesn't need to do it in order to know she's more than wet enough.

As he leans over her, one arm to each side of her body, close enough to feel the heat radiating from her, he feels triumphant. Horny, too, even more than he thinks he ought to be, but even if that means what he figures it means, it's fine. They can just ride this out locked in this very room, can't they?

With that in mind, there's one thing he can't keep himself from whispering into her ear just as he enters her:]

I hope you remember this.

[There's a moment, even through the virus, where her reaction is just about visible: where her breath catches, her body jerking briefly as if to push him away. But it's a very brief moment, and then she's pulling him in again, clenching around him, moaning as he pushes into her.]

Ai, deeper, deep as you can...!

[Yeah, she really, really hopes she doesn't remember it.]

THE SLUT VIRUS

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