Ares fucks the MILF and sets his sights on another

Ares settled in behind the transformed and panting Charlotte. The youthened MILF was moaning from the heat of her pussy alone, an alluring sound that only increased when Ares started rubbing the broad head of his cock against her gushing lips. Not feeling the need to wait or hold back, he made his cock grow another inch and shoved it inside of Charlotte, immediately feeling the formerly old woman's cunt clench around him.

"OH MY FFFUUUUUUCK!!!" the woman screamed as orgasm blasted through her. Ares relished in the rapid spasming of her cunt and the accompanying moans, not slowing in the slightest as he viciously rutted the transformed woman. His brutality only drove her further beyond her peak, the bliss she felt doubling and then doubling again. "THIS! IS THE BEST COCK....I'VE HAD IN 40 YEARS!! FUUUUCCCKKKK MEEEE MOOORRREEEE!! Charlotte screamed as Ares dumped a wad of seed inside her, filling her once more fertile womb with cum. She slumped over, quivering with another rush of bliss, inadvertently releasing the member filling her.

"You want more, go find some young stud to fuck. I'm sure plenty of them would be more than happy to bed a woman with some experience," he said, smearing the last of his cum on her toned butt. Charlotte gave a throaty hum, seductive and alluring.

"Maybe one of them can make a mother out of this old spinster," she purred, rubbing the traces of semen on her ass around. Ares was sorely tempted by the blatant whorishness on display from her and the other mooing occupants of the room, but he wanted to try something else, something he hadn't had a chance to really do yet. Every woman he had conquered so far had more or less been **** into it, even Aphrodite to a degree since she was already infected, but he wanted to see if he could get in between someone's legs the old fashioned way. Looking forward to the challenge, Ares started walking down the beach scanning for a cute girl to seduce the pants off of.

He found one to his taste a few minutes later, relaxing on a lounger next to a pool. Despite how big the lake was, apparently it wasn't big enough, as numerous pools like this one had been set up a little ways from the main beach, usually surrounded by shops, restaurants, and bars. Ares didn't care though, it just added more secluded targets for his endless desire. Particularly a pretty brunette with a thin body partially hidden behind a blue bikini that was sunning herself leisurely. Her long hair, naturally dark near the roots and lighter towards the end, was what really caught his attention

Ares watched her from afar, thinking about how to approach her. Flirting wasn't something he had much experience with, either before or after the virus had changed his life, but he realized he had an easy cheat. Gently attaching his mind to her thoughts, he could get an idea of what she was thinking and feeling. He couldn't influence her mind, but that would remove the fun anyways.

Feeling quite a bit more confident, Ares watched the woman for a few minutes longer, gauging her mental responses to various beach-goers. He didn't get much, just that she was mostly straight, liked a nice body, and was a bit starved for sex going by her greatly repressed desires. The perfect target.

Since the brunette didn't have any explicit desires that Ares could pick up on, he decided to try something new. Tugging on the virus living inside him, he began coaxing it into decorating him with tattoos. He expected to have to craft them by hand, but was surprised when they took form in **** detail and without any effort at all. They mainly covered his left arm in long swooping and curling lines, but partially curled up onto his chest and across his shoulders. Buried in the thousands of tiny swirls were a myriad of erotic designs. Couples fucking, tentacles groping, cocks, tits, faces contorted with ecstasy, all hidden within abstract lines and swirls that were constantly and subtly shifting. Intrigued, Ares decided to leave the tattoo sleeve and, with a few more small changes, he casually made his approach.

Just before he entered her field of view, he reached down and scooped up the girl's shirt off the pavement. "Excuse me, is this yours? It was blowing away," Ares said, holding out the top for the woman to examine.

"Oh my gosh, thank you. I knew I should have held it down with something. It's one of my favorites too," she said, looking up at him with warm brown eyes.

"No worries, I was just passing by," Ares said, acting like he was going to walk away. Not a second later, the girl called out to him, just like he hoped.

"Wait, it's not much, but could I buy you a drink? You know, as thanks?"

"Oh, you don't have to do that," he said quickly.

"I insist," the purple-clad woman said, her face clearly set on her decision.

"Well, sorry, but I don't accept drinks from girls I don't know," he responded, mentally wincing a little at how quickly he had responded. He was concerned he had come off as too eager, but the woman didn't seem to notice.

"How's this then, I'm Zoe, I'm twenty-four, I'm getting my Master's in Biochemistry, and I own three ficus plants. Now we're not strangers, so why don't you let me buy you a drink?" Ares let himself smile a little at her straightforwardness. He had chosen his target well and he could tell it wouldn't be long before he reaped the benefits.