A quiet neighborhood

Ares stole between the houses of the small, peaceful neighborhood, scouting the twisting streets and moving his remaining Infected into place. He knew time was of the essence; Hermes would not be stopped for long by his impromptu wall. Plus, Julia...no, Aphrodite, her virus had told him...had already made her move. He was hardly going to let her decimate the annoying organization without his help.

So he moved quickly, strategically placing the infected sex maniacs around the neighborhood, distributing them according to the number of people in the houses and how many of the surrounding houses would be attacked first. He figured that any house near one that would be infected first would be the first target for the newly transformed people. Thanks to that, he was able to spread his horde out liberally, confident that he would be able to contain any escaping humans. He needed as many people infected as possible, so not a single one could go to waste.

As he positioned the lustful creatures, he also planned for what the newly infected would become. It was clear to him that a blind sex drive would not be enough to drive Hermes back. No, he would need to be tactical.

The first thing that popped into his mind was the sheer number of Infected that had fallen to Hermes' powerful guns. The virus enabled far faster cellular regeneration than should normally be possible, but it still wasn't enough to keep up with the salvo of bullets and shells that would be thrown at them. Better, he figured, to make it so that they wouldn't be able to be injured in the first place.

He remembered back to the gym that he had taken over, to the swimming pool that he had tainted with his cum. One of the women had become some sort of goo creature. Something similar would likely work perfectly for resisting the immense physical damage that would **** his revitalized horde. A wall of slime creatures, able to flex and morph their bodies at will, would be able to absorb or at least slow down any incoming physical attacks, severely lessening the damage. They would also easily be able to sneak in among the troops and get in under their uniforms, hastening their surrender to the virus.

Another issue was the tanks. The human body wasn't all that strong, all things considered. The virus increased its hosts' strength, but the tanks were designed to take a beating. Ares himself had been able to dispatch them with ease, but they still took effort and packed a punch besides. He would need something equally strong and durable to take them out, along with whatever defenses the organization had set up.

To meet that need, he imagined something immense and armored, either naturally or with whatever could be found. Size would also be an advantage; something bigger and taller would draw more fire, moving focus away from the majority of the horde. He might have to save those for last, their size would draw attention on and off the battlefield.

Speed would also be an important factor. If the horde couldn't close the gap between them and Hermes quickly, it would give them more time to organize and retaliate. To that end, Ares planned some more feline transformations, modeled after cheetahs, some of the fastest animals on the planet. Plus, he wanted to see if that speed would translate to fucking as well. He would love to see a sexy cat woman bouncing on his cock at fifty miles an hour.

Finally, he needed air superiority. The demons worked well, but they were much more suited to slow seduction rather than the guerrilla warfare he would be using. He imagined some sort of harpy, fierce, fast, deadly, and sexy, with powerful wings to carry the over the enemy's lines and wreak havoc, as well as to deal with any airborne threats.

Satisfied with his choices, Ares pushed his ideas into the virus, knowing the strange infection had its own kind of intelligence. It would take his ideas and needs, refine them, and manifest them in the newly infected better than he ever could. Moving the last of his small horde into place, he looked around the neighborhood again with hundreds of lustful eyes.

It was quiet out, the air hushed with an uneasy air. Despite the sun still being visible, few people were out and about, many sequestered in their homes with the curtains drawn. Clearly Hermes had issued some sort of warning for people to stay inside and, in an unexpected turn of events, people had actually listened. Unfortunately for them, that wouldn't stop Ares from getting to them. Grinning with anticipation of what was to come, Ares urged his horde to break from their hiding places, storm the houses, and to grow his army, before standing up and walking confidently towards the backdoor of a large colonial house. He wasn't about to miss out on the fun.