loveskulls: (skull)
Kingdom Comes Mods ([personal profile] loveskulls) wrote in [community profile] kingdomcomes2017-10-30 09:26 pm
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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.]
ignisvulpes: (wait i can explain)

[personal profile] ignisvulpes 2018-01-26 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]
shieldofrohan: Katheryn Winnick (Looked down upon her fair face)

[personal profile] shieldofrohan 2018-01-26 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.]