Ares ruffles some feathers

As Ares strode towards his chosen target, he could already sense the virus at work, sinking its fangs into the peaceful neighborhood. Ares smiled, his planning was already paying off. Provided he **** a little direction on the horde to keep them from fucking for the next three days, he would be done well before dawn. An early attack would be perfect to destroy Hermes before spreading the infection across the country.

Ares stopped outside the fancy colonial house's backdoor and focused for a moment. He could sense the people inside, one man and three women. He couldn't read their minds, as they weren't infected yet, but he could still glean a little information off of them. They seemed to be a mother and father, Anne and Paul respectively, with their two daughters Kourtney, nineteen, and Whitney, twenty-one. The younger women were upstairs chatting in one of the bedrooms, while Paul and Anne were sitting quietly in the living room.

Eager to taste the supple young flesh of the younger girls, Ares dug his powerful fingers into the side of the house, easily climbing up to the second story and onto the small balcony outside the room. If he had cared, he probably could have listened in on the sisters' conversation, but he found he just didn't. Instead, he began pumping a ludicrous amount of pheromones into the room, opting for potency and speed over stealth.

He knew the girls were ready when he heard a light gasp and trembling groan from inside. A quick peak through the glass door showed the two young women extremely flushed and panting, one of them laying on her back, head hanging off the bed and pressing her hands to her sizable tits through her thin top. Kourtney, despite being the younger of the sisters, had the larger pair, which she was taking full advantage of, squeezing the heavy orbs on her chest to the rhythm of her heartbeat. Whitney, slumped against the side of the bed, was staring enviously at her sister, humping her hand through her tight yoga pants. Both the girls had pale blonde hair and were about the same height, which only served to draw attention to the fact that one of the girls was far better endowed, her large DD overshadowing her sister's measly B cups.

Ares casually slid the door open and stepped into the room, instantly drawing the attention of the two girls to him. Kourtney, already hanging half off the mattress and half-drunk with lust and pleasure, stared at him with unrestrained desire, her eyes largely fixed on the throbbing shaft between his legs. Her open mouth and moist tongue running over her lips was invitation enough for him. He wasted no time in walking up to her and easing his drooling cock into her warm mouth, the pink muscle inside immediately going to work stroking his length.

"How's her throat?" Whitney whispered in Ares' ear. She had already stripped out of her clothes and was rubbing her slim body against his thick muscle, teasing him with the small but not to be underestimated softness on her chest. "However good she is, I guarantee I'm better. After all, I'm not a squirming virgin." Kourtney tried to say something, only to be impeded by the thick dick pushing into her throat. "No, Tony in the school closet doesn't count. He didn't even get all the way in before he came." Ares laughed and pushed his full length into Kourtney's throat, his heavy sack slapping against the younger girl's forehead.

"Too much foreplay will do that," he said, continuing to chuckle as the big-breasted girl struggled with his cock. "I bet you let him fuck those fat titties before hand. I'm not surprised he came instantly after playing with these" he reached down and took hold of the young woman's wobbling boobs, squeezing them firmly and flicking her hard nipples. Kourtney moaned more, quickly becoming overwhelmed by the jolt from her nipples and the taste of Ares' cock and precum.

"I'm no amateur, though. Finish up with her and I'll show you what a real woman can do."

"You'll get your turn," Ares grunted, pushing the full length of his thick cock into Kourtney's throat, the tight tunnel squeezing him with exquisite ****. He thrust himself back and for a few more times before he couldn't hold himself back anymore. "I'm going to fuck your cunt just as soon as I'm done filling your sister with my fucking CUM!!" he roared, pulses of jizz firing into Kourtney's throat with ****. She groaned with pleasure, the vibrating of her vocal chords only serving to increase Ares' pleasure.

As his bursts of cum slowed, Ares quickly tore himself out of the younger sister's throat and fired his last shots onto the gasping girl's face and tongue. She was immediately sent spiraling into ecstacy from the taste alone, her body and tits shaking beautifully. The king of the virus was barely paying attention though, more interested in throwing Whitney down next to her sister and pushing his entire dick into her in one go.

"OH MY FUCK!!" the older sister screeched as Ares began fucking her with abandon. "Sis, this thing is definitely going in that virgin twat of your as soon as its done with me! Shit, YES, FILL ME UP!!" Whitney continued to scream her pleasure to the world, arching her back and thrusting her hips into Ares' to maximize the overwhelming pleasure filling her.

Kourtney, despite laying right next to her rutting sister, couldn't be further away mentally as her body continued to shake with orgasm. She was so absorbed by the endless wave of bliss crushing her that she didn't notice her feet changing, becoming birdlike with sharp claws that shredded the mattress she was laying on. Arms reformed, growing long white feathers while her hands changed into small claws at the tips of her wings. Her pale blonde hair lightened further, becoming the same stark white as her feathers and pointed ears gradually started picking up the sounds around her, namely her sister's screams of joy. She only realized the extent of her body's changes when she went to grope her heaving tits again and warm feathers brushed her skin.

"What the fuck is this?" she gasped, looking down at herself. Her already torn jeans were in tatters at the bottom where her claws had already shredded the denim. Her top strained even more than usual, her tits having grown another cup size in her transformation. "How am I supposed to grope these fat tits if I don't have any fucking hands?!"

"Sounds like - oh, shit - your problem, sis. Yes, more, MORE! I'm more worried about - ahhh - how I'm going to grope mine!" Whitney moaned, her body shaking with every powerful thrust of Ares' dick. With each push, her chest grew a little more, slowly rising and stretching, every thrust making them shake more. Her ass, formerly small but tight, also grew, becoming wobbling, fleshy pillows to match the ones on her chest. Her entire body became sculpted feminine perfection, flexible, lithe, and drop dead sexy.

"Aagh, please, more. I want to cum. PLEASE!" Whitney begged, her body on the brink trembling with barely restrained bliss. Every nerve of her gorgeous body was on edge, tingling and ready but unable to reach the peak. "I'LL DO ANYTHING, PLEASE MAKE ME CUM!" she continued to beg, the tension inside her somehow continuing to build.

"Anything?" Ares asked, smiling to himself as he continued to thrust into the pleading woman. "You don't have anything to give. You're already mine, and you will be forever. So you'll cum when I say so." Whitney groaned and whimpered. Tears trailed down her face and her mouth hung open, the overstimulated woman no longer able to form words through her haze of **** desire. Her cunt clenched and squeezed Ares' plunging shaft, trying to get the last bit of sensation she so frantically needed. Ares watched her new heavy tits wobble back and forth on her chest, the supernaturally plump flesh bouncing deliciously.

"I wonder if your new tits are as good as your sister's," he said, removing his hands from her wide ass to grab her bosom. As he did, he purposely grabbed and pinched her nipples at the same time he hilted himself inside her, the soft resistance of her tits in his palms enough to send his cum surging in his balls again. "Now you can cum," he said, shooting his thick, infectious load into the pale blonde.

"...fuckfuckfuckfuckFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUUUUUUUUU~~~!!!" Whitney shrieked, a wave of bliss rushing over her mind, leaving her unable to do anything but arch her back with pleasure and scream. Ares continued to thrust into the wailing young woman, extending his powerful orgasm as well as hers. Like her sister, she was too absorbed by ecstacy to register the further changes taking place on her body, wings growing from her back and merging with her arms, spreading dark feathers over them. Her hands remained somewhat human, though they did grow talons and small feathers. Her feet met the same fate as her sisters, becoming bird-like with sharp claws, her calves covered with leathery skin and silky smooth feathers.

She continued to convulse through her orgasm, her seizing cunt milking Ares for ever drop of his cum, her screams ringing through the house. She only started to gain control of herself when the huge cock inside her pulled out, leaving her feeling empty and allowing the sperm inside to trickle out. She heard enthusiastic slurping as Kourtney cleaned Ares of the mixture of her sister's fluids and his own jizz.

"Mmmnh, delicious," the younger woman said, releasing Ares' dick with a pop. Her inability to use her hands, which no longer existed, **** her to up her oral game, fortunately made easy by the wealth of perverse knowledge provided to her by the virus in her body.

"There's plenty more," Ares said, turning the girl towards her sister's leaking pussy. Kourtney barely waited two seconds before diving at Whitney's crotch and began licking the thick seed out of her sister. Ares watched as the two girls moaned and squirmed against each other, the two remade harpies caressing each other with their feathers and gripping with their powerful talons. He was considering rejoining them, maybe breaking that virgin cunt in, when the room's door swung open to reveal a confused and irritated older man.

"What the hell is..." Paul, the girls' father exclaimed, his shout quickly falling off into a gasp as he rationalized what he was seeing. Ares didn't give him much of a chance though, quickly grabbing the middle-aged man and pushing him towards his daughters, who were eyeing him with perverse delight.

"Enjoy girls, I'm off to fuck your mother. Maybe daddy here would help you pop that cherry, Kourtney," Ares said, stepping out the door and closing it behind him. He heard Paul fall onto the mattress as the young women cooed over him, the sound of rustling fabric cut off by the door latching. Eager to spread the virus to the last unaware occupant of the house, Ares strode down the stairs as familiar cries of pleasure echoed from behind him.