A woman who knows she's infected rushes to get home

Megan had never felt such fear and arousal. She had heard of the virus that was spreading, seen mention of it on the news and odd posts online. She hadn't been sure at first, but she had seen too many corroborating stories to believe anything else at this point. A sex virus was spreading without restraint, eating up everything and everyone. She had read about what it did, how it affected people. There were even some posts online written by people as they were overcome by it. She wouldn't admit it, but the things she read aroused her to no end. First hand accounts of bodies growing, remade for erotic insanity, descriptions becoming more lewd as their minds were twisted and polluted. There were even pictures sometimes, of young hung studs flexing newfound musculature or with women looking at them with adoration and helpless want. Or women with so horribly exaggerated breasts and asses, more beautiful than she or any other could ever hope to be. It all made her so wet, so horny, like their infection was seeping through her screen to touch her from afar.

She wasn't alone in it either. The virus became the hot topic, though only spoken of in whispers. The news didn't talk about it, but they talked around it. People shared supposed news among themselves, how far it had reached, if it could be stopped, or at least delayed. Evacuation plans, rumors about the Army being mobilized. She saw it at work, in town, at the park. Nervous looks and whispered words. She shared her concerns and fears with her fiance and heard his own, but didn't speak of the lust that only seemed to grow with every day.

She hadn't thought it would reach her. Not so quickly at least. But there she was, standing on a street corner after having been given the most intense kiss of her life from a woman practically spilling out of her clothes. Already, she could feel it, the first whispers of horrid and blessed lust spreading through her body. But her fear grew faster than her desire, making her want to curl up under a blanket and try to forget it all. With hardly any other thought in mind, she ran for home pushing past anyone who got in her way.

By the time she reached the small house she shared with her fiance, Royce, Megan could hear the screams nearby, screams that resonated with the one growing in her blood. She could feel it more strongly, the aching, growing want. As quick as she could, she unlocked the door and threw it open, closing and locking it behind her as quick as she could.

"Megan? What is it? You're flushed red, what's wrong?" Royce asked when he rounded the corner, seeing his future wife leaning against the door and panting with a scared look in her eye. He was a handsome man, as Megan was all too aware, with black hair long enough to slick back in a way that complemented his short beard wonderfully. He was strong too, she knew, and his hands felt wonderful on her naked body.

"Royce, it's...I got it. It's here, in the town. One of them...one of them kissed me. I'm...Royce, I'm infected."

"Shit. SHIT! Okay, stay calm, baby, it'll be okay. We'll...I don't know, we'll be okay. You will be, I promise." He paced anxiously in front of her, trying to wrack his brain for some way to save his beloved. Meanwhile, Megan was busy watching how his muscles tensed and relaxed with every heavy step he took. She tried to think too, turning the problem over in her mind, a mind she knew was slowly being overwhelmed. It wasn't letting her think clearly. Or...maybe it was. Maybe she was only now thinking clearly. In the back of her thoughts, she remembered a few of the posts online she had read, ones that mentioned an incredible calm or burst of clarity. Before, she had thought that must have been just insanity talking. Now, she couldn't help but wonder if this was what they meant.

"Baby," she said eventually, getting back up to her feet. "I...I'm not sure we should fight it. I'm not the only one infected; there are others in the town and the number is only growing. We can't stop it, baby. I can feel it, I think, picking away at me."

"Oh, Megan, it'll be okay, I promise. I promise," Royce said, his voice catching with emotion as he wrapped his frim arms around her.

"Royce, can you do something for me?" Megan asked from the crook of his neck. "Can we...do something?"

"Of course, if you think it will help," he said quickly, holding her tighter, unintentionally crushing her breasts against his chest.

"I-In a way. Can we...do it?"

"Megan, you..."

"Can we have sex? I can't...I can't fight it. Soon I won't want to. So I want to do it with you one last time. While I'm still myself."

Royce didn't know how to answer that, how to tell her what she was saying was crazy. "Maybe...maybe you won't be affected. How do we know you're not immune?"

"I'm not," she answered sadly. "Baby, I'm not. Please, for me. Make love to me." She was already pulling off her clothes, their touch on her skin slowly growing uncomfortable. "Please, one last time."

Royce's will broke at her gentle plea. He gently led her into their bedroom and climbed onto the bed, pulling off his own clothes alongside her until they were both naked. The sight of her never failed to arouse him, now more than ever. Her skin was flushed and her chest was heaving, making her breasts shake and jiggle. They looked at each other, neither moving, until Megan slowly moved forward and pushed him back on the bed to straddle him. His thick rod stood straight up, leaking from the tip and urging her to mount it. She was fixed upon it and wouldn't let it leave her sight. But for one exception.

Before she even realized it, she was hovering above it, lining it up with her dripping snatch. It was hot, like it always was, but this time even more, and the heat urged her on. But just as she steeled herself and readied for the first of his thickness, he stopped her.

"Megan, I...just...no matter what, I love you. Okay? I really, truly love you."

"I love you too, Baby, I love you too. We can get through this. I know we can. Just..." Megan's breath caught and shuddered as she found the head of Royce's cock pushing at her pussy and she slid down onto it. She took it, deeper and deeper, inch over exquisite inch, in what felt like an eternity but was actually less than a second. She slammed down, filled to the brim, and screamed with rapture as she orgasmed and squirted.

"FFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!!! FFUUUUUCCCKKK MMMEEEEEEEE!!!!" Megan wailed as she came, hips jerking and thrusting as she searched for more of the pleasure that coursed through her. The virus took her in an instant, twisting her thoughts to nothing but sex and squirt. Her cunt gushed more, lubricating Royce's cock more and making her thrusts easier but no less blissful. She came time and again, her body shaking without end as she climaxed over and over. Her already gorgeous body became even more so, what few imperfections she had wiped away. And she came even harder when Royce, the man she loved and wanted to spend the rest of her life with, grabbed hold of her waist and started bouncing her on his growing dick.

He loved her, loved her smile, her straightforward personality, her plain inability to understand certain jokes, her ass, her heavy tits, her long brown hair to be grabbed as he fucked her from behind, her shaking unsteady moans of sheer ecstasy, and her fluttering, spasming, gripping cunt that urged him to spend every drop of himself inside her. Which he gladly did, over and over.

The couple fell into a haze of fucking, slamming their bodies together with fiendish desire and lust, their mixed cum spilling out and staining the bed. Megan gradually leaned forward, letting Royce's dick jab at different parts of her core. Her hands on the headboard gave her more leverage and let her firmed tits shake in front of her lover's face, inspiring him to fuck her all the harder just to see them bounce.

"More more more more!!" Megan begged, slamming her hips down with even more ****. It didn't take long before the bed was completely ruined, the sheets soaked with sweat and cum. Still, they didn't stop, only switched positions, rutting in every position they could imagine. The virus ran rampant inside them, and their love encouraged it, giving them endless stamina to continue. They only stopped when people broke down their door to stop their racket, but only long enough to smear cum on them. Once the interruptions were out of the way, they just kept going, neither of them really able to be satisfied. Not that they didn't try.

Though Megan did take the chance to record a video of herself getting fucked into the floor from behind, her tongue lolling out as she came repeatedly. Once she was able to think a little again, she posted it along with a heartfelt encouragement to give into the virus as soon as the reader was able. She didn't know if anyone would, but she was far more concerned with cock in her own ass than the one that could be in someone else's.