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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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.]

[That, he doesn't notice - for the best, perhaps. Would he tease her? It's likely, and maybe he would even do it from a distance. There are lines even he won't cross, even if his threshold is far more lax than most people's.

No point in wondering about hypotheticals, though. She's made a request and he, of course, will do the gentlemanly thing and fulfill it the best he can. His hands firmly planted on the bed, he thrusts into her with a grunt as far as her body will allow.

And then, if she's as receptive as she looks, he'll keep at it.]

[More than merely receptive, she's enthusiastic, crying out and arching against him as he thrusts, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy.]

[He feels good inside her, driven in to the hilt, deep enough to hit all the places she wants to feel him. Moaning, she lets go of him with one hand, to brace herself against the head of the bed, so she can push against him with as much force as he is against her. She wants him deeper still, wants to fuck hard and rough and relentless until they're both too tired to fuck any more - and with how she's feeling, with the unnatural energy of the virus running through her, that could be hours.]

After... after this, fuck me against the wall...

[And also, everywhere else.]

[Haha, wow. Wowww, maybe he was actually being too careful. Seeing that there's clearly no danger of pushing too deep, he enthusiastically keeps up the pace, quickly matching her rhythm.

He's leaning in close, close enough to feel her breasts against him; once she braces herself, he decides one hand is good enough for him to keep his balance and uses the other one to caress her body, slipping down from her chest to her waist and settling momentarily on a cheek.

Her words almost make him halt in surprise, but not quite. Now that they've gotten into this pace, it's hard to stop.]

If you insist...! [He huffs. Strenuous as this is, and close as he feels to climax, he's quite sure by now that they've just gotten started, so--

Wait oh fuck he IS close.]

Wait! Wait, wait, wait, I gotta pull out! [... Despite what he says, he's not stopping.]

[He isn't stopping, and she shows no sign of unwinding her legs from around him, either. In fact, she shakes her head wildly, pushing herself up against him again.]

No! No, stay... come in me, fill me up...!

[Wow, it's a really good thing this is a setting with easy-access birth control.]

[Yeah, he probably wouldn't have panicked if he'd remembered that.]

Jesus f--!

[Not that the panic actually stops him; he spoke so late that he likely wouldn't have managed to pull out.

Either way, Éowyn's eagerness seals the deal - he comes, one arm faltering under the weight of his orgasm as he gasps in pleasure.]

[She moans and writhes under him, tilting her hips up. Her orgasm doesn't come at quite the same time as his, but it's close: the feeling of him juddering against her, of his come in her, is enough to push her over the edge.]

[She spasms around him, and reaches up to pull him into a long, passionate kiss as she rides the waves of her own pleasure, her fingernails pressing into his back and her breath coming short and ragged.]

[When it passes, she collapses back onto the bed, panting. But only for a moment.]

Help me up. [They can go longer than this.]

THE SLUT VIRUS

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