A plan is needed before anything else

Aires sat at the head of the table in a nice looking conference room. The offices he was in belonged to some company that did something; the details were unimportant. Especially after the staff had been relieved of their inhibitions and set loose on each other. The moaning and griping that had filled the building before had been replaced by a very different kind of moans. After some light encouraging, the Infected workers had been persuaded to leave the conference room and its occupants alone, though they hadn't gone far, as evidenced by the young and handsome executive currently seducing a woman just outside.

"If you're all done fingering yourselves, we can get started," Aires said, looking around the room. Aphrodite sat next to him, resplendent as she always was. On his other side was Venus, a beautiful inversion of the queen and the main culprit of the aforementioned fingering. She didn't stop either, just shot him an alluring look and twisted her chair so he could see her better around the conference table. Along the same side as the masturbating woman was Cecilia, who had quickly gravitated towards her, Vivian, who looked a bit uncomfortable if the way her ears and tail were twitching was any indication, and Zoe, morphed into a fully human form again, though she had confessed it felt less natural now. Likewise, on Aphrodite's side of the table were Grace, who radiated her own very subtle glow, Rebecca, eyes fixed attentively on him, and Evelith, who was sad that her plan to suck Aires off under the table had been foiled. Her failure was only made worse by the noisy slurping coming from where Owen was slumped in his chair, a few spaces down from Zoe.

"Hey, I'm not doing any fingering down here," Owen complained when Aires gave him a dirty look. "This chick is doing this all on her own, you can't blame me!"

"Who's the one that grabbed her, stuffed her under the table, and told her to start blowing you?"

"Well, me, obviously, but that was before. She could stop at any time, but she's totally enjoying it now. Right?" Owen directed his sentence at the dark-haired girl beneath the table, who gently nodded and continued to suck and stroke him. "She says 'yes'. And she's doing great work! You wouldn't tell someone doing great work to stop, would you?"

"Fucking fine, but pay attention. We're not here to satisfy your office fetishes," Aires said, resigned. He wished, not for the first time, that he'd had more of an opportunity to get to know Owen before saying he could join him.

"Yeah, tell that to them," Owen scoffed, pointing at the man and woman getting increasingly frisky outside the conference room. The man was pulling the girl's shirt open, revealing a lacy bra, smooth skin, nice tits, and a lithe neck that the man didn't hesitate to kiss and lick at, his other hand creeping over her skirt and towards her crotch.

Aires left a pointed few seconds of silence hanging before starting for real. "Olympus is outside the city limits, held at bay by the Rose Wall created by Aphrodite. They can't get in, the plant regenerates too quickly, and they definitely can't burrow under unless they want to kill themselves. Did you check to see if they can get over?" The question was aimed at the queen, who answered easily.

"Towards the edges, no, the wall is too quick to react. But with how big the city is, they could probably land something or someone towards the center if they got high enough first. High altitude drop or something."

"We'll need a contingency plan for that, but we'll worry about that in a minute. First, while the Rose Wall protects us and keeps Olympus from getting in, it also means we're trapped, which is what they want. They've made it obvious that their goal is to contain and destroy, and they probably have the weapons to do it, so we either need to destroy them first or find a way to escape, preferably without them noticing. Obviously I'd prefer the first option.

"Of course, it's not just a secret military organization with at least some degree of weaponry straight out of a sci fi movie, an Alpha has joined them and has been assisting them for unknown reasons. We know this Alpha is a woman, referred to as 'the Lady' by her fanatics, and her powers seem to originate from abstinence. The longer those carrying this strain go without orgasm, the stronger they become. The obvious flaw here is that if they do orgasm, they lose most, if not all, of their powers. Kayla, you were infected by this Lady, what can you tell us about her?" Aires looked at the slime girl down by Owen, who wasn't paying any attention to the meeting, instead devoting it to the woman trapped inside her gelatinous body, slowly converting her into another goo girl. A second of waiting made it clear she wasn't paying any attention. "KAYLA!"

"Oh, uh, sorry, sorry. C-could you repeat the question?" she stammered, the green of her cheeks deepening. Aires just sighed.

"What can you tell us about your former mistress' powers?"

"Umm...not a ton? I only saw her once, when she empowered me, but she was...incredible. Just really amazing. I remember she told me I couldn't ever cum or have sex again or I'd make her angry. I was so scared of letting her down then, but now that seems super weird."

"You couldn't have sex? How did you increase your numbers then?"

"Oh, that was another thing! She told me to make sure to not give her gift to anyone else. It sounded good then, but this feels so much better!" the slime girl exclaimed and jiggled happily as the transformation of the girl inside her sped up.

"So the Lady infects every single one of her followers herself and seems to entrance them all somehow. Interesting, but probably not overly useful. Kayla, anything to add?"

"I'm close...she's really close...I'm...we-we're cumming!!" the goo girl exclaimed, melting with ecstasy as the woman inside her finished her change into a near identical slime girl and followed suit. The two happily swam in a puddle of themselves, kissing and grabbing whatever curves they could form.

"Unfortunately, with Kayla infected with Owen's strain-"

"I'm calling it the Waifu Strain," Owen chimed in from the end of the table and Aires sighed.

"......that is beyond stupid. With Kayla infected with the Waifu Strain, we can't use her to try and figure out more about how the Traitor's strain works. To that end, I want to come up with a way to capture one or more of the Traitor's Infected. With more knowledge, we might find a better way to destroy them than a straightforward approach. If we do that we can probably also get our hands on some of their weapons, I'd like to know what the deal was with those."

"Um, Master?" Evelith spoke up raising her hand tentatively. "While you were busy fighting that Jason guy, I looked at some of the weapons that attack team had. I managed to figure a few things out, if that would help?"

"That is extremely helpful, Evelith, good job. What did you figure out?" Evelith preened at the praise, pulling her shoulder back to thrust out her big tits a little more before explaining.

"The techier weapons I think were made by Olympus, they all had this logo on them." She quickly sketched a little drawing of a triangle with an oval half way up and a crown at the peak. "I saw this a few times when I was working for Hermes, so I think it's for Olympus as a whole. The guns were all stamped with them, but I didn't mess with them too much otherwise, I didn't want to blow myself up. The swords and armor were different, none of them were stamped and didn't look very well made. They were all enchanted though, but only the swords, none of the guns had any magic. I didn't have time to look at them more though."

"That's interesting, thank you, Evelith. So we're dealing with a combination of magic fantasy weapons and sci fi future weapons, that makes for a good eclectic mix. We should still try to get some of them," Aires said and got a variety of agreements from around the room. "So, plans, who's got one? We need to get out of this city, destroy Olympus, and defeat the Traitor. How are we going to do that?"

"Do we need to escape?" Aphrodite asked abruptly and Aires looked at her with confusion.

"I know I don't prefer being stuck here for the rest of my life, so yeah." His voice couldn't have been dryer.

"Okay, let me try that again," the queen said. "My powers with plants are most effective when used in a single location. The longer they can put down roots, the harder they are to uproot. And I haven't tried this too much yet, but given the fantastical nature of my strain and our own magic power, we should be more powerful as well. You wanted to make a capital for your empire anyways, why not do it here? Then we can truly have the advantage and we won't have to struggle to find another place."

"Hmmm...true, but then escape is no longer an option and if we fail, we'll have no fallback plan," the king mused, deep in thought.

"'If we fail'? You seemed pretty overconfident in your own abilities earlier," Owen complained at the sudden uncertainty.

"I don't plan to lose, but only a fool wouldn't consider the option when face with the forces we are. I'll admit to being arrogant, but I'm not an idiot. Does anyone have any real arguments either for or against making this city more of a permanent home?" He looked around the room and mostly got obedient or devoted looks. 'I may have accumulated too many submissive girls,' he thought to himself.

"Well if no one else is going to, I'll complain. I don't want to stay here. How boring is it to become a super sex goddess and have to stay in your hometown? Lame, I'm against staying," Cecilia said, looking a bit less than a goddess and more like a petulant teen.

"If we leave, will I have to leave all my new cat friends?" Vivian asked, looking sad. "I like them, they're all fun and half of them have cocks! And I want us all to be pregnant together!"

"My Lord, if we stay here, it would also hinder our ability to spread," Grace spoke up. "I've been with you since the beginning and you've always made it your goal to spread the Contagion as far as possible. Always moving has helped with that, but if we stay here, the horde loses its main leading ****."

"But wouldn't having a center of power solidify our conquest?" Rebecca interrupted. "If we're always moving, it's harder to take us seriously. If we have a capital, a throne of our master's empire, we become something undeniable. And if we crush Olympus here, the main source of opposition is gone. Without a **** to contain us and with knowledge of what the Contagion can do, we won't be able to be stopped."

The debate continued, words going round and round, the girls' shared love of Aires and respect for each other keeping conversations civil. Eventually though, he drew their attention and they all were quiet, except for Owen who was groaning quietly as he continued to get blown under the table.

"All good points, but Rebecca and Vivian are right. A is pregnant and I want a seat of power established well before I have a daughter. The hordes will spread even without us pushing forward. We will make this city our home, where none can oppose us. So Aphrodite, lay down whatever roots you want, we're staying." Aphrodite smiled bewitchingly as power started to flow out of her and into the air. Little faerie lights immediately appeared, floating around whimsically. Vivian swiped at one, letting out a sound suspiciously like an erotic moan when she touched it. Aires looked forward to seeing what else would come of her power.

"We also need to do a few things. First, I am going to see if I can capture a member of Olympus, preferably one with the Lady's strain in them. Owen, once I get them, I want your help interrogating them and figuring out the scope of their powers."

"Sure thing, booosssss~~" Owen said, trailing off into a hiss as he pumped cum into the girl beneath the table. Aires could hear a constant happy hum coming from the other end of the room and wondered what was happening to the woman.

"Aphrodite already knows what she's doing, what about the rest of you?" the king asked and Zoe was quick to speak up.

"I can sense the first of my children getting ready to be birthed, so I'll be tending to them. Can I have a corner of town to call my own?" the disguised drider asked.

"Done." Aires was quick to agree. "An army of sexy spider women would be helpful if we need to fight."

"I want to investigate something, my Lord," Grace spoke up. "I saw something odd after you unleashed your full majesty." Every woman in the room shuddered with pleasure at the memory of Aires' full, unleashed power and Cecilia even momentarily collapsed against the table. "I want to see if it was what I suspect." With a quick nod, Aires granted permission.

"If you need an army, I can give you plenty of monsters to fight for you," Venus crooned. She leaned forward and licked her lips lasciviously. "It would be my pleasure..."

"That reminds me, how do you want to fit into all of this, Venus? You're free to go make your own path if you want," Aphrodite said, her eyes not opening from her meditative state.

"And give up the best cock in the world capable of fucking me into a worthless, moaning cumrag? Definitely not. We can be sister-wives, Aphrodite, provided my lord wishes as such." Aires liked the idea, but with a quick look between the nearly identical women, he knew he couldn't uphold that. His heart ached for Aphrodite, for Julie, in a way that it didn't for Venus. Maybe it was their history, their shared origins and adventures, or something else, but he couldn't bring himself to put the women as equals. Fortunately, he had an idea.

"Aphrodite is my wife, the bearer of my child, Venus. But every good king needs a concubine to fuck relentlessly when his queen is busy. Someone not afraid to take a married man and make him wish he had chosen her." Aires words did what he had hoped, Venus was practically drooling at the taboo thought. With her nodding eagerly and Aphrodite gently smiling, he was happy to put the matter to rest.

"Yeah, well, as fucked up as all that is, I'm going with Venus, since she's...a dark copy of my adoptive mother?" Cecilia said, rightly a bit confused. "Okay, nevermind, Venus, you're cool, so you're my mom now, Aphrodite can be the kinda cool aunt."

"Ooo, goody~ But I think you need a little lesson in respect. I'll be very thorough..." No one missed the shiver of delight that went through Cecilia, the nymphomaniac already panting.

"Seems deserved. Anyone else have a specific goal?" Aires asked.

"I'm gonna find a nice spot to cuddle for a little, then maybe go find those sexy cow girls. They were really tasty..." Vivian said sleepily.

"I dunno what I'm gonna do," Rebecca said nonchalantly, more interested in looking towards Owen to see what was happening between his legs. "I'll figure it out though."

"I'm going to go with you, Master," Evelith said, having difficulty hiding her lustful panting. "My god-king should always have someone to tend to his needs." No one in the room had any illusions about what she meant.

"Good, then we're all decided?" Aires was pleased to see nodding from around the room. "Time to begin then. Work hard and you'll all be rewarded as we forge our empire."

"What's it going to be called?" Owen suddenly asked from the other end of the room, his focus finally not taken by the woman who had been between his legs and was now literally hovering behind him. The once ordinary girl had become a sexy, short, and extremely curvy bee girl, natural bits of chitin outlining her body while she slurped a viscous bit of liquid off her finger, and Aires couldn't help but wonder how many uses her new stinger had.

"What's what going to be called?" Aphrodite asked, making Aires realize he had been a little too focused on checking out the bee girl.

"Our majestic empire, it's not going to be something stupid like 'the Empire' or 'Kingdom of Sex', right?"

"Agreed, let's not do that," Aires said quickly. "I'd prefer something relevant to us, something that's not entirely out of left field."

"I have an idea, Master," Evelith said. "If you want something related to us and everything, how about 'Othrys'?"

"'Others?' I thought we weren't doing stupid stuff," Cecilia said with a groan, mostly because she was fingering herself.

"No, Othrys. O-T-H-R-Y-S. It's from Greek mythology, the mountain the Titans lived on when the opposed Olympus. It doesn't match up perfectly, but it sends a message. And the rule of the Titans was, mythologically at least, considered to be a golden age, where no one wanted for anything," Evelith said.

"And it sounds cool!" Vivian said happily, earning chuckles from around the room.

"Well, I think that fits well enough. I certainly don't think they are wanting for anything," Aires said, gesturing to the couple still outside the conference room. Both were entirely naked and kneeling on top of a desk, the woman biting her lips in pleasure as she repeatedly pushed her ass back into the man's crotch, fucking herself doggy style.

"It's decided then," the Divine proclaimed, standing from his seat. "It will be the name of our empire and this city, our capital. So let's go and make the promise of Othrys a reality!"