As with most things, the politicians come in to try and ruin the fun

"So how many conniving weasels are we up to?" Aires asked a few days later, walking through the many halls of the Citadel with Evelith. The forcibly enslaved girl had taken up the task of essentially being her master's secretary, monitoring the many, many requests to meet with him after his announcement. No one had really asked her to, but they weren't complaining either. Besides, the sexy secretary was a time-honored fetish that he was far from exempt from indulging.

"If you mean the politicians and ambassadors, there's 15 so far. Is that enough, Master, or do you want to wait for more?" the ombre-haired woman asked. Aires glanced around a large lounge lit with hypnotic diffused light that shimmered through a layer of water positioned above the room before answering.

"I hope that's enough. In theory, not all of them can possibly be idiots, but I know better. What countries saw fit to extend greetings?"

"We have two from the United States, three from the United Nations, the UK, France, the Vatican, Australia, China, Japan, Brazil, Russia, Germany, and Canada," Evelith listed off from memory, though she did carry a shiny new tablet. Turns out store security is pretty lax when the employees can be bribed with multi-orgasmic blowjobs. "The ones that arrived earlier than others were given rooms with a fantastic view of the city and its inhabitants, so they should be nice and pent up by now, the others to a lesser degree. I can have them brought to the throne room any time you're ready."

"Do so. Any luck finding good servants for the Citadel yet?" the Titan asked, making his way through the opulent corridors that surrounded them.

Evelith regretfully shook her head. "Most are still too busy enjoying the Contagion to think about anything else, but I'll keep looking. Owen has been more successful though, he's started creating various foods and drinks capable of producing consistent transformations instead of the usual random ones. I can procure one or two if you'd like, I think he'd appreciate the chance to test them."

"Do that and corral the representatives for me, Evelith."

"Yes, Master," the woman cooed, regretfully turning away and hurrying to fulfill her king's orders. For his part, Aires simply made his way to his throne, seeing his angel waiting next to his enhanced throne. He had taken the time to make it look like the once ordinary stone had been grown out of impossible rocky trees. Supplemented with winding thorns and flowers magically and impeccably crafted of gleaming steel, gold, silver, titanium, and osmium, it was a splendid symbol of strength and indomitability, just as he wanted. Settling himself comfortably on the red cushions set into the seat, he surveyed his presently empty hall before looking to Grace, who was happily kneeling and facing him.

Noting the lack of another woman he had last seen kneeling next to his throne, he asked, "What happened to the little ****?"

"Vivian dragged her off a while ago. I'm not sure what she had planned, but I doubt it's overly terrible. I don't think you can mindbreak someone from tickling them, and I think that's about the meanest the sexy catgirl can be unprovoked." Aires heard the laugh in Grace's voice and let out a chuckle of his own.

"She'll get her due soon enough. First, do you want to guess at how many of these representatives try to kill me?"

"You mean how many I'll have to impale?" the white-haired angel said darkly, a purple spike linked to chains manifesting in her hand. Aires hadn't been familiar with the term 'yandere' when Owen had referred to Grace as such a few days ago, but now couldn't deny the comparison. Still, he waved her aggression away and she obediently let her magic fade.

"I promise I'll let you do one if they cause too much trouble." That seemed to sate her somewhat and she went back to smiling for him. He heard people gathering outside, but knew he still had a moment. "Who was that girl with the blue hair you've had with you?"

"Kiera," Grace said swiftly, "she's the second priestess of your Order. Though I might have to change the name if you intend to change your moniker again. 'Order of the Titan' does have a nice ring though." Aires just scoffed a little before Grace continued. "She's as eager to serve you as I am, in any way you could possibly need, my god."

"With an ass like that, I can guarantee she'll get the opportunity."

"That's what I thought," Grace said with a wider smile as the doors to the throne room opened. She quickly schooled her expression and watched various well dressed men and women enter the room. There was a variety of ethnicities on display, mostly some variety of European complexion, with two Black men and a trio of Asians being the ones to stand out the most. There was plenty of variance in age as well, from the quite young representative from Germany to the woman from the Vatican that seemed to be pushing well past middle-age. All of them had the same hard expression on their face, designed to not give anything away.

"Mr. Aires, thank you fo-" One of the men from the UN started to step forward with his hand outstretched before a large metal spike slammed into the floor in front of him, thrown by a furious Grace.

"You will address my Lord as is proper," she growled warningly before the spike evaporated and she returned to her beatific adoration. The representative tried again, much more cautiously.

"L-Lord Aires," his eyes darted to Grace and, seeing nothing, returned to the figure on the throne, "I am Luka Becker, an appointed representative of the United Nations concerning this matter. And with me is..." the middle aged man began listing off the names and titles of the men and women he had come with, though Aires only half listened. "...and we are here to discuss the presence of Othrys on the world stage."

"Excellent. Welcome, ambassadors, to the Citadel of Othrys. Sorry I couldn't get to you earlier, but establishing a new seat of power takes a lot of work. In any case, can I offer you anything? Refreshments or relief?" Right on cue, Evelith entered the room, carrying a tray with a variety of drinks on it. Aires noted a few water bottles separated from the rest and hoped he'd get the chance to see their effects. Another girl also followed Evelith, a stunning brunette wearing just enough clothes to be decent and show off her big firm tits at the same time. She smiled happily at the assembled representatives, her eyes flicking over each one while her legs pressed themselves together.

"Relief? What do you mean?" the delegate from China asked with his accented voice, his eyes devouring the peppy brunette from a distance.

"Come now, it's not that hard to put two and two together. She's a willing cumdump for anyone wanting to clear their head. Though I'm afraid you can't do anything more than look to her. Any touching has the risk of transmitting my Contagion to you and I gave my word that no one would be infected. Though if you wanted to forgo that protection, I doubt she would mind." The woman giggled a little, bouncing her protruding chest delightfully and pulling most of the male gazes to it for at least a moment. No one moved, but Aires doubted it would remain that way.

"How dare you!" the female dignitary from France exclaimed with outrage. "We come here to negotiate with you and you attempt to bribe us with sexual favors?! Obscene!"

"You can't possibly be that stupid," Aires said with a tone of disbelief. "I am a sex god. This is a sex virus. Jacking off onto a hot whore is no more notable in my new world than driving a car was in the old one." The woman's fury didn't seem to abate in the slightest and Aires just scoffed. "Be offended if you like, it won't change anything. To the rest of you, the offer stands."

"Eh, thank you, but we will pass." From the looks most of the men and one of the women were giving the cheerful brunette, it didn't seem that way, but Aires let it go. Luka seemed to recompose himself before continuing. "I have been granted authority by the United Nations to speak with you on the topic of your actions and those of your...subjects, in hopes of reaching a solution that is advantageous to both you and the rest of the world." Aires didn't say anything, though he already knew where this was going; it would be more enjoyable to watch the whole thing play out.

"To begin, we are willing to grant you certain allowances, given the unprecedented outbreak of the Contagion, which has clearly affected you. May I ask that you keep what I say next confidential?" Aires nodded shortly and Luka continued." Thank you. In looking at our records, we uncovered the original creation of the Contagion, which we now know to be a substance labeled Virus 209-q. Its **** effects were documented before the substance was placed into deep storage. I'm sorry to say that at some point, one of the vials containing 209-q disappeared. We are still looking into its disappearance, but we believe that it is this vial that you somehow came into contact with and became infected by.

"As part of our good faith negotiations, we'd like to offer you all the information we have about 209-q. In return, we'd ask your cooperation in finding a cure for this disease. Though you may not have seen it, its spread is causing unrest and conflict around the world. It is vital that we assuage people's fears and provide a unified response to this dangerous disease. In return, the UN will recognize Othrys with its current borders as a lawful city-state and extend to it the same benefits we would any other." Luka fell silent, his offer presented, and all the dignitaries behind him held their breath.

Aires rolled the man's words around in his head in consideration, though definitely not in the way the representative thought. Luka had given him a lot of information to consider, some of which would be fine to wait until later. For the moment, he wanted to clear up an obvious misconception.

"I think you've got the wrong impression of my Contagion," the king said, steadily tapping one finger on the arm of his throne. The dignitaries glanced at each other, confused by what he meant. "How many of you have seen the messages I sent out? And not just a summary or clips of it; the whole thing as I presented it." Most of the heads in the room nodded, the few that didn't having the decency to look a bit embarrassed. "Would any of you like to summarize them?" One woman with light brown hair in an attractive, dark blue dress stepped forward and Aires motioned for her to speak.

"In essence...you're a Titan, you control the Contagion, and are bringing change to the world." Aires waited a moment for the woman, Magdalene from the UK he recalled, to say more. "You...welcomed everyone to Othrys to discuss with you its place in the world," she continued, more unsure of herself. "You promised sanctuary for those who wanted it and your infection to the ones who didn't. And you discouraged **** towards you."

"Mostly correct," Aires said, sensing Magdalene wasn't going to offer more. "I did invite you all here, but you seem to misunderstand why. It is not to reach an agreement, or find a cure, or decide taxes on trade. You are here to join me." His crimson eyes roamed over the collected representatives, enjoying the surprise he saw on their faces. "Magdalene, you're clearly a smart woman. You've reached a prestigious position at a rather young age and find great fulfillment in that. Stop me if I'm wrong." The brunette woman said nothing.

"But you're starting to feel it. The long nights of work only seem to get longer and more exhausting. The stress is piling up. Your beauty is slowly going stale. You are married to your job and worry that soon it will be too late for any other kind. What once was everything to you is slowly becoming a cage, set to close around you forever." Giving his words a second to set in, Aires magically levitated one of the blue bottles on Evelith's tray to float in front of Magdalene, making sure to pick from the ones he could sense carrying the virus.

"I've got the key right here," he said, offering the bottle. "One sip and it all goes away. The stress, the confinement, the exhaustion. You get the rest of your life and get to be your very best for it. All that brilliance, strength, and determination at your fingertips without end. You can smash that cage to pieces with this."

"You're insane! None of that is worth the loss of your mind!" A man on the fringe of the group, the Russian delegate, exclaimed, though he continually glanced towards where the woman in the yellow top was standing, considering her large chest by lifting and dropping it repeatedly.

"Who says I want everyone to lose their minds? You'll recall in my message that I don't want anarchy. We still need structure, humans crave it. Society will be changed, but it will continue. And as the ones to uphold the old world, I'm offering you a chance to be heralds of the new one. You bow to me, take my gift back to your home countries, ensure it thrives there, and live the rest of your lives in blissful freedom under my rule."

"What kind of freedom can there be when we're all subjugated to you?! Where's the democracy in that? You will be overthrown!" cried one of the ambassadors from the United States, a tall, lanky man with short cut hair. Aires looked down at him and couldn't help but furrow his brow with confusion.

"Overthrown? Democracy?! What stupid little world do you live in? I am a GOD! You can't stop me. You can't even stop the lowest of the Infected, how do you expect to do anything to hinder me?" The titan dismissed the notion with a wave of his hand. "Besides, democracy is only needed when you cannot trust those in power to keep the people's best interests in mind. And I want nothing more than the best for every one of my subjects. It looks like Magdalene at least understands."

All eyes in the room turned to the 35-year-old brunette, who was twisting the cap off the blue bottle in her hands. "Miss Jackson, you shouldn't-"

"Fuck this, Luka," she said, looking down at the water inside the bottle, "he's right. And even if he's not, I'll gladly bow if it means I'm not so tired all the time." She took one last deep breath before beginning to drink before anyone could stop her.

The water spread cool relief across Magdalene's tongue, the pureness flavor of it surprising her. She instinctively swallowed and the cool relief spread through her body, seeming to touch and sooth every bit of her. The nervousness and anxiety of her job, coupled with that of having to deal with an unknown entity in his home, all seemed to lessen, just like Aires had said. Unfortunately it was short-lived and the coolness faded, replaced with an odd sense of heat in her chest. Coveting the feeling of cold relief, she took another mouthful of water, shuddering as the soothing liquid flowed into her again. But again the heat returned, even stronger than before, urging her to continue to gulp down the water to combat the warmth.

She felt a sudden pop from her chest as the fifth mouthful slid down her throat and had to shift her feet to adjust. She couldn't look down thanks to the water bottle, but could easily feel how huge her breasts had gotten. Her conservative navy jacket had split, exposing her now gigantic mounds to the cool air. That felt good too, she thought as her dress was strained further by another draught of water and corresponding surge of titflesh. A sense of energy and excitement she had almost forgotten bubbled up in her chest, filling out her massive chest even more.

"Ach Du meine Güte..." gasped the German representative quietly, his eyes fixed on Magdalene's ponderous boobs, just like everyone else in the room. Dicks hardened in pants and labia wet with arousal. It was one thing to read reports about what the Contagion could do, to watch videos entirely another. But watching the British diplomat go from an unremarkably attractive woman to a knockout with mountains for tits in person was unspeakably more intimate and exciting.

"Do you want to fuck them?" the brunette asked, dropping her empty water bottle as heat bloomed fully into desire. "It seems weird, but...I'd do it. I mean, look at these bloody things..." Her hands gave her chest an exploratory grope and she nearly orgasmed from that alone. The moan she let out was involuntary and couldn't have possibly been stopped, even if she had wanted to. Which she didn't; not anymore. "Holy fuck, anybody want ta do me?" Her natural accent slipped into her voice as she fully came to terms with her new desires, trying very hard not to strip naked in Aires...her king's throne room.

"Give me a taste of those lips, we'll see," one woman said and stepped forward towards Magdalene, the one Aires would have least expected. Nadia, the slightly slouched, 60-year-old Italian woman representing the Vatican, was the one locking lips with the British woman, her skin rejuvenating before his eyes. Her hair gained color and volume as it became a cascading curtain of black that framed endlessly smokey grey eyes, high cheekbones, and deliciously full lips. Within seconds of making contact with the outrageously busty woman, she had become an luscious Italian MILF.

"Not as young as I would have liked, but I can make this work." She eagerly tongued Magdalene's mouth, taking joy in every pleasured moan she got from the other woman. Every sapphic coo was a delight of its own.

"Are any of the rest of you amenable to changing your opinion? I promise that's only the beginning," Aires said, nodding to Nadia, who was guiding Magdalene's hand into her skirt. A handful of the representatives couldn't seem to help themselves anymore and caved to their desires: both the Chinese and Russian delegates rushed the yellow-topped brunette, who was already on her hands and knees in anticipation. The man from Canada swiftly pulled his dick out and waved it in front of Magdalene, who was quickly gagging on it with help from Nadia's hand on the back of her head. The woman from Australia opted to grab a bottle from Evelith, gulping down half of it and pouring the rest over her body as scales started to form on the swells of her growing chest.

"You-You can't do this!!" one of the other UN representatives exclaimed, a shorter older man with balding hair that Aires guessed had spent much of his life behind a desk.

"Why not? Are you going to stop me? I could end you all sixteen different ways...for fun. Making sure each and every one of you walk out of here bow-legged would be child's play."

"You promised you wouldn't infect people who didn't want to be!" the same man said, his rather large jowls jiggling with indignation.

"I welcomed you to live in my city and remain uninfected and to come an negotiate with me. The two were not correlated."

"You cannot do this to us! The United Nations will not stand for this! The world will not stand for this!"

"The world will KNEEL," Aires said, leaning forward again as his voice echoed powerfully. "I already told you that as well. You can't stop me. Impede me if you'd like, I'll crush you as easily as I did Olympus. There is absolutely nothing you can do to stop me from taking anything and everything I want."

"LIKE HELL THERE IS!!" the second American said, a tall, bald, Black man with a powerful build. He stepped to the side and his arm jerked, before the repeated explosive sound of a handgun firing deafened the room.

Liver.

Right lung.

Left lung and heart.

Two to the brain.

Aires felt each impact and nothing else, not budging in the slightest. Every shot had been masterfully placed and would have killed him individually, much less collectively. They would have, if he was still **** to such things. Normal bullets couldn't even hope to bruise him.

"Grace," he said dispassionately and the angel exploded into motion. Burning purple chains shot from her outstretched hand, disarming the man and hauling him forward in an instant. He was held firm in the grip of Grace's bindings, trapped on his knees looking up at Aires.

"Beg for mercy," the white-haired woman demanded, her wings black from her anger. The purple glow of the enchanted links deepened as well, beginning to burn against the failed assassin's skin.

"The United States government will not stand for this! You are no more than a terrorist to be put down!" The man's defiant yells resounded in the room, easily heard by every one of the watching diplomats.

"You can't even beg properly. What a useless cunt," Grace said, lowering herself down next to the man, ferocity churning in her eyes. "For your crimes against my Lord, I think your outside should match what you really are."

"All you maniacs will be put do-aaaAAAUUuuuUGGGgghGHghHHH!!" The man's contempt became agony as Grace's hand landed on his crotch, her magic flooding him as she pushed on his dick, hard. His eyes bugged out as his manliness inverted, going from a towering shaft to a deep tunnel that churned his guts. The intensely uncomfortable sensation was drowned out in its entirety by the undeniably female and **** need to get dicked. The intensely heterosexual man felt a moment of conflict in his new attraction to dick before his suit jacket and shirt was burned away and massive, dark tits erupted from his chest with a rush of climactic bliss. Then it seemed completely natural. She was a girl and girls liked dick. Penis. Pussy plungers. Bitch breakers. Man meat. Stud stick. Cock. So there was nothing wrong with desperately wanting a nice, thick phallus stretching her out. And to present her short body as appealingly as possible, she pressed her tits together and let out a whorish moan, her shoulder-length white hair pooling around as she fell onto her back and opened her legs for her king.

"Thank you, Grace," Aires said as she left the needy dark elf alone on the floor, having nothing but a lingering sense of contempt for the little whore. "I shouldn't have to reiterate that YOU CAN'T KILL ME after that, but please let me know if you want me to drive the point home in a more personal way." No one in the room said anything; even the newly Infected representatives quieted themselves in the face of Aires' deadly calm.

"Good. Now, since you're all absolutely exhausting to deal with, here's your options. You can either step up, become one of my subjects, and go home to spread my gift, or leave just as you are, return home, and wait."

"Wait for what?" Luka asked carefully, a lingering sense of fear pervading his mind, one that was only made worse by the cold smile that spread across the god's face.

"That's exactly what you'll get to wait to find out. You have three minutes to decide before you're escorted out."

"What are we supposed to tell our nations?" Nadia asked, her voice purring erotically. Aires just raised his eyebrow and snapped his fingers, enjoying the simultaneous moans of people cumming that filled the room a moment later. It was a sound he knew he'd never tire of.

"Does that answer your question?" he asked once it seemed like the Infected diplomats could see straight again.

"Yeeeesss....." the Italian woman moaned, her face and chest splattered with cum from one of her male compatriots. The rest of them weren't in much better shape. The sight drew a number of looks from the remainder of the diplomatic group before it finally began to break up. A couple turned and walked towards the door without saying anything else, while a few more, including Luka, at least took the time to offer some token of respect to Aires, either a short nod or bow. Those that remained were clearly contemplating what they should do, except for one, the lanky representative from America.

"What is going to happen to him...er, her?" he asked, nodding towards the dark elf now sucking on her fingers and humping her hand.

"She's yours to take if you want her. Though I'd be careful: she's going to need to get fucked pretty soon and she's not going to take no for an answer. Hey bitch, you want to go with your friend or stay here?" he asked the drow girl, who stopped luridly tonging her digits for just long enough to answer.

"Is he going to stick his cock in my twat?" she asked, voice trembling with want. The lean man looked down at her, considering, before shaking his head no. "I wanna stay here then." The remaining US representative quickly set his face and nodded shortly, turning to leave the throne room.

"Fuck it, if he won't, I will!" the remaining spokesperson from the UN said as he pulled his dick out, instantly gaining the dark-skinned slut's attention. She didn't waste a second in covering it in her saliva before offering up her tight ass, a proposition he immediately took advantage of.

That left only a few diplomats remaining, **** to choose between their old lives and new ones. A few turned away, the French woman and the men from Japan and Brazil among them, leaving only the third and final delegate from the United Nations, a competent-looking woman in her early forties with a generous set of curves and her dark hair done up in a stylish half-ponytail, shifting nervously.

"You seem indecisive," Aires said calmly. He could already guess this woman's plight and its eventual solution. Plus Grace had started to blow him once the representatives started leaving, which was relaxing in the best way.

"I don't...know what I want..." she said unsurely.

"No, you're scared you won't get to have everything you want, because you've always been told you can't have everything. Which is bullshit and controlling, but no one tells you that part."

"My country, my friends, my family....I can't stop thinking of what they would say," she said, more to herself than the god.

"Why give them a chance at all? Enjoy yourself here and then go fuck them. They'll have **** but to accept your choice as the right one when they're all thirsting for a bit of your attention." Aires wondered what else he'd have to say to convince her when she nodded very slowly and looked down at herself.

"Now do I...auck!!" Jets of jizz from the climaxing god's dick splattered on the dark-haired woman's face and chest, carefully aimed by Grace.

"Let him save you," the angel crooned before sucking up as much of her lord's cum as she could, leaving the woman to shuck her clothes off to try and cope with her growing body.

By the time Grace was done swallowing, the last of the representatives was finished transforming, though she still seemed extremely uncomfortable. Aires wasn't overly surprised; keeping such massive tits in her overstretched bra couldn't have been comfortable, and that wasn't even considering her meaty thighs.

"I...I'm not sure I like this," she whimpered, squishing the massive swells of her breasts. If she had been facing away from him, Aires guessed he'd be able to see an incredible amount of sideboob even from behind.

"You just need to get laid," the throned god said dismissively, pulling his angel onto his unsatisfied dick. "May I suggest your flight crew? Might as well join the mile-high club while that's still something of a rarity. That goes for the rest of you too." He didn't get any indication anyone in the room heard him. "GO HOME. Fuck a few people at the airports too, I want a better global presence. GO!" Sensing some small measure of their new king's slight irritation, the Infected representatives left, the UN spokesman taking his new dark elf slut with him. Finally the opulent doors closed and Aires and Grace were left alone, Evelith and the brunette girl having escorted the diplomats out.

"They should...do their jobs...wee~eellll...." the angelic beauty moaned, her cunt tightening around Aires' shaft.

"Not as good as you are," he grunted through clenched teeth, struggling to last just a bit longer. Grace's moan and accompanying orgasm at her Lord's praise was too much though, and he pumped his semen deep into her body. She convulsed a little extra and slumped against him, loving the heat in her belly almost as much as she did him.

"Will you be able to control them all from so far away?" she asked quietly, nuzzling her white head against his thick chest.

"Maybe not, but world domination has been a bit daunting for a while. If there's one thing that Alien bastard is a great example of, it's that some strains are going to be entirely out of my control."

"They should all come and beg for the honor," Grace mumbled sleepily, grinding her hips a little. "They should be so lucky to worship you..."

"You give me enough of that on your own," he said, chuckling and pressing a kiss to the crown of her white-haired head. She barely reacted, already dozing off while happily impaled. "We really need some servants in this place," he said to the large empty room. Until an entirely unknown voice spoke from right behind him.

"What does the Master need?"

Aires nearly launched himself out of his throne from surprise.