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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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[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.]

[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.]

[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?]

[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.]

[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.]

[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...!

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.]

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.]

[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.]

[He wouldn't mind her being even more forceful, he finds himself thinking, and that part of him that was just screaming tells itself that's just the stupid lousy virus talking. Maybe that's true. He likes to be in control, doesn't he? So, in ordinary conditions, would he really be this aroused at the thought of being bossed around? Would he? Would he?

Dude would probably have a better time in his life overall if he'd just get it into his head that it's fine to like it both ways.]

Hey... Pin me? Pin me down.

[So hey, it might be a good thing he feels very compelled to milk this for all it's worth right now.]

[She's not about to hesitate, scrambling over him to pin his wrists together with one hand, her other hand fumbling to tug his robes out of the way better, then coming to rest flat-palmed in the middle of his chest.]

[Straddling his hips, she kneels over him for a moment, breathing heavily. One breast has come fully free of her corset; the other spills half-over the leather. Her hair trails on the muddy street, over his shoulders.]

You want to be fucked? Fucked hard?

[He hardly even knows where to look. Her hair draped over him? Her spilling breasts? Her powerful arms? Either way, his breath is heavy and hot.]

Yes. Yes, ma'am. Please.

[His grin borders on delirious.]

[She lets out a low, hoarse little sound that could be a laugh, or could be a moan, and then she lowers herself onto him.]

[She's already wet - soaking, really - and the feeling of actually being filled answers that deep, insane craving in her. She manages to push herself onto him three, maybe four times, before her orgasm, already close from his work with his mouth, sweeps over her.]

[It doesn't stop her. Even as she cries out - at full volume, her face contorting with pleasure - she goes on riding him, fucking him hard, just as he asked, while waves of bliss crash through her, her pussy clenching around him, her breath coming ragged and fast.]

[It's so sudden that, for the first few thrusts, he's practically paralysed with a mix of surprise and pleasure, unable to do much other than moan. It's only after she comes that he manages to move, and what he does with that resolve is grab her rear, his fingers digging into her firmly, but not painfully.

Still, he doesn't seem able to much more than hold on to her - occasionally pushing her up and down even though he hardly needs to - and moan, increasingly louder. He doesn't feel the need to do much else, either. This is all he wants.

His own orgasm comes hard and fast, with a loud, carefree cry, but he's not done yet. They're not done yet.]

[The last shreds of her self-consciousness are fading into the wind, and even the sober part of her has to admit, this feels good. She moans when she feels him spasm under her, sees his face contort and hears him cry out, and rather than give him any space to recover, she rides him harder and faster than ever, one hand cupping his jaw roughly and holding him down that way. Her other hand is on her breast, squeezing and pulling roughly at her hard nipples.]

Mm, do you like that, slut?

[...Well, those were. Those were definitely not her words. This virus is disconcertingly verbose.]

[Good thing whatever was left of his worries melted away minutes ago, because that means there's nothing stopping him from taking delight in Éowyn's words - not out of a cruel smugness at knowing Éowyn would hate to hear those words coming from her own mouth, but because hell yeah he does like that and currently sees no issue with being called a slut.]

Oh, yeah! Harder!

[Which doesn't mean this isn't going to haunt him later.]

[She laughs, low and hoarse, and leans in to kiss him, hard, her teeth raking his lip.]

[There's only so much harder she can go, but she's more than willing to go right to the edge of it, panting as she drives herself down onto him, over and over again, her breasts bouncing and her hair flying as she tightens her thighs around him.]

[She comes again a few moments later, throwing herself back, her back arched and her full weight driving down onto him.]

[It's perfect - her rough kiss, her wild movements, the way he can barely fucking breathe - all of it. He could just lie down here and take it forever, and he has half a mind to do just that - after all, even after he's driven past the edge once again and makes his pleasure loudly known, he still very much has the stamina to keep going.

But perfection can always be improved on.]

Hey - [He leaves hungry kisses on her neck whenever she's close enough, grabs a breast even though by now they're both sweaty enough that keeping his grip is an issue.] W-Wanna go look for toys?

[She looks down at him, panting, and wets her lips. Her vision's a little blurry around the edges, her eyes unfocused.]

[Toys. On the one hand, it sounds like a good idea. On the other hand, that means they have to stop...]

[She moans, pushing her hair back with both hands, and sits back on her heels, his cock sliding deeper inside her as she does so. For a moment, she stays there, her breasts heaving, her eyes closed, and then she abruptly rolls off him, stumbling to her feet and offering him her hand.]

Let's.

[Yeah, having to stop is just about the only obstacle that occurred to him - and the way she hops off so abruptly serves as a particularly cruel reminder of how much that sucks, man. He lies there with a little whine and briefly considers rubbing one out REAL quick before he gets back on his feet, unsteady and panting.]

Alright. Yeah. Quick, okay? [Sure, it was his idea, but that doesn't mean he can't be impatient about it. He throws himself at her and kisses her with enough gusto to just sort of nudge her in the direction of the castle's walls.] Let's go.

[For a moment, she's distracted by kissing him back, biting his lip and pushing up against him, her hands roaming down his body. Then, with a little groan, she pulls away and stumbles towards the castle, grabbing for his wrist as she goes.]

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