A new Alpha realizes the potential of the virus

He didn't care where he was. He didn't care when. He barely even cared about who he was anymore.

All he cared about was that his cock was shoved deep into the tightest cunt he had ever felt, and that a cock just as big as his own was shoved deep into his throat, attached to the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

His mind was in a lust-driven haze, his cock spurting cum into the slut beneath him non-stop. The virus had improved him so much - why would he care at all about it?

Before, he had an average build, and an average cock. Now, he had a lean, fit build, a ten inch cock, and an appetite for sex to match.

The futa fucking his face pumped her cum down his throat, and pulled out to make room for the next. A futa also stepped up behind him, and shoved her cock roughly into his now well-used asshole, pushing him deeper into the slut beneath him. A cacophony of moans rang out as they writhed in pleasure. He was content.

But then he felt it. A presence, on the edge of his mind - he immediately knew who it was. It was the God of the virus that had infected him, the progenitor of the pleasure that now consumed his entire existence.

He could feel it passing through all of the Infected around him. He could feel the minds of every single Infected that the presence was connected to while connected to himself - it drove him over the edge, giving him a full-body orgasm as he felt the euphoria of every Infected person around him.

And then, the cock in his ass disappeared, somehow shrinking into nothing. He turned around in confusion, the cock in his mouth releasing with a pop. Suddenly, the futa behind him burst into cum, coating his body in liberal amounts of spunk.

Momentarily, he felt horrified. In all of this, someone had seemingly just died - would that happen to him!?

'I am pruning the masses of my infected of those that would usurp my throne,' he could hear in his head. It was less of a message directed towards him, and more of a sentiment - that he was safe, as he did not possess the will or power to control other Infected.

The presence left, and he continued to fuck with wanton abandon, sucking on cocks and tits as they were pushed into his face, and accepting cocks, tails, and tongues in his ass with no regard. The cum that had been the futa that had been fucking him started to dry and crust, and it was slowly absorbed into his skin as the destroyed Alpha was reduced to nothing.

And then, during a particularly strong orgasm that shook the foundation of his mind, a single thought broke through the haze.

I want that control.

He frowned around the pulsating cock in his mouth, swallowing the sticky cum as he considered the thought that had pierced his mind. Where was it coming from?

I want that control. I want to control them.

In an attempt to ignore the irritating voice, he pulled out of the well-used slut beneath him and sheathed himself within another - a woman with impossibly large tits and an equally large cock. He sucked and stroked her cock as he fucked her, using it as leverage for his endless thrusts.

The act of fucking and sucking one person simultaneously felt almost divine to him, almost like prayer. He allowed his mind to enter a heightened state of bliss as he dumped his cum into the futa, and swallowed her cum at the same time.

At the height of his orgasmic bliss, the voice found him again, and something about it, along with his pleasure, struck a chord.

I want to control them. If I can control them, I can use them.

He paused, considering what the voice wanted to use them for. It was enticing - to use the infected around him, to achieve some kind of goal? To manifest some desire?

Considering the possibilities, he began to relish in the temptation, and that temptation broke through the haze of lust and fucking. The haze didn't so much dispel as it shattered, leaving his inner self exposed as he realized who wanted these things - it was him, of course. Making his desires known to himself.

The second his will broke through the haze of lust, the virus latched onto it, changing and altering both itself and him. It wormed its way beyond the simple desire of lust, and into the desires that he himself held deep within his heart - his aspirations and goals, laid bare for the virus to bring to fruition.

In doing so, his mind was lifted through the haze, and he could feel himself rushing back to reality - still tainted with perverse lust and freed of his inhibitions, but now willing and able to use the Infected around him to achieve his goals.

He stood, leaving the cumming futa mewling as he pulled out of her, memories flooding back into him unbidden. He could remember his name - Peter.

Peter looked around, drinking in the sights of his surroundings. His own mind started to push out towards the infected - he started to slowly worm his way into them. The copious amounts of his cum that he had deposited in them had started to change as well, the virus present in it changing with his will, and the Infected slowly but surely became his. He wasn't quite able to control them just yet, but he could feel them.

Now, the only thing left for him was to figure out one very important thing.