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 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.]

THE SLUT VIRUS

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