He has one last target

As much fun as experimenting with the twins' shared pleasure would be, Ares had one last target before he could really let loose. Leaving the entwined sisters behind, he rushed through the command area towards where Lucian's memories told him his target would be. As usual, everywhere he went, the virus followed, penetrating ever deeper into the camp. By this point, Hermes had no hope of recovering and the few parts of the army that was still functioning were in full retreat. Ares laughed at that, amused that they could think that anywhere was safe from him. No matter where they ran, he and the virus would find them eventually.

For the moment though, he had other priorities. Finally reaching his target location, the virus king looked around, searching with his mind for who he was looking for. Finding the presence of an untainted mind, Ares walked directly towards a small but fancy building and the lone person sitting inside. Most interesting to him though was that, even though they were decidedly not infected, Ares could distinctly feel lust and desire flickering over the person's thoughts. Knowing an invitation when he saw one, the muscular man puffed himself up slightly, ensuring that he looked as imposingly built and sexy as he could, and entered the building.

Sitting on a chair facing the door was a woman with long, slightly curled dirty blonde hair with slightly tanned skin. She wasn't overly beautiful or curvy, but dressed in a tailored business suit with a thin skirt and a serious, no nonsense expression gave her the aura of someone untouchable that plenty of men would drool over. She stared Ares down with sharp focus, not budging an inch even in the face of the tall, muscular, naked, and erect commander of the virus.

"Miss Evelith Lowrie, a pleasure to meet you," Ares said, looking down at the shorter seated woman. She didn't say anything for a minute, possibly trying to make him sweat it out, a tactic that didn't work in the slightest. Ares knew he had the power in the room, even if that wasn't completely and entirely obvious.

"Hello, Mr...." Evelith trailed off, clearly asking his name. He considered not giving it, just to spite her, but decided to be cordial for the moment. If nothing else, it would give her something to scream in a few minutes.

"My name is Ares," he said simply, steadily looking her body over. Her hips were probably her best feature, slightly widening her bottom half, the difference easily visible with her tight clothing. Her breasts were small, subtle slopes on her chest, probably B-cups at the largest. Ares noted that as spot for improvement.

"Awfully pretentious of you," she said, her dark chocolate colored eyes not moving from Ares' red. "Especially since you seem more akin to a sex god than one of war."

"Oh? Like what you see? What is it, the muscles? My cock? Wondering what it feels like splitting you open? You wouldn't be the first."

"Hardly. I have no problem admitting that you are carnally attractive. I simply don't see the rationality in naming yourself after a god of war when you don't have the same inclination."

"Don't I? I'm conquering an army right now. Your army, in fact, Ms. Hermes Representative." Evelith didn't say anything or visibly respond, so Ares continued. "I see my namesake as a god of domination and chaos, both of which I am a firm believer in. And besides, my queen can pick up any slack. She named herself Aphrodite after all. Now, how about you tell me your grand plan and why you're sitting there so calmly. We both know what I can do to you." Ares carefully probed the woman's thoughts as he spoke, trying to detect any change in her cool mental state. He felt a slight change when he hinted at his power, but it wasn't enough to confirm his suspicions yet.

"I want to make a deal with you," Evelith said, still sitting in her chair. "I know that's something you do." She gestured to the side, where a couple screens sat and displayed various scenes from around the camp, including the twins he had just left still eating each other out. He was sure that if the sound hadn't been muted, he would have heard them screaming with endless pleasure.

"I do it when it pleases me," Ares said offhandedly, more interested in watching the pixelated bodies of the blondes squirming against each other. He was **** to change his focus when Evelith stood up though.

"Does it now?" she asked.

"What's the deal?" Ares immediately returned.

"You know I'm a ranking officer in Hermes. They sent me here to keep an eye on the containment work. Let me go and I'll tell you everything you want to know about them. I can tell you where the virus came from, what Hermes wants, their weaknesses, anything." Evelith had an expression of full confidence on, clearly thinking that her offer was too good to pass up on. A vicious smile appeared on his face as he made his decision.

"No."

"N-no?" Evelith asked, completely caught off guard by his refusal.

"That's right, I'm not taking that deal. Not only could I extract that knowledge from you in any number of ways, but I like the challenge. Hermes is probably the only organization on the planet that stands a chance of stopping me. Once the virus hits a national level, nothing will be able to stop it. So I'll take what challenge I can get while I can. Besides, I have other plans for you."

"What's that?" the suddenly less confident woman said, slowly backing away from the towering man and his equally towering dick, very aware that she was in **** danger.

"I know what you like, Evelith; I've been inside your head. I know you're a big, strong, independent woman, feared by your subordinates, and respected by your peers and superiors. I also know that at heart, you're nothing more that a trembling submissive, wanting nothing more than to be used in the most debaucherous ways. Lucky for you, I'm in need of a cumslut begging to be ordered around. I think you'll fit that role perfectly." Ares matched Evelith step for step as she retreated, until she hit the small bed and fell onto it.

"Y-you don't know what you're t-talking about," the fearful woman stammered, looking up at the apex of sexuality that stood over her. She could feel a slight dampness between her legs, but didn't want to consider that what Ares had said was true. She refused to cower before the handsome, muscular, overpowering wall of masculinity before her.

"Say that without the lust in your eyes and I might believe it. But you can't change the fact that you're practically begging to suck my dick and then have it up your cunt. Maybe if you get down on your knees and beg I'll even let you."

"As if!" Evelith yelled, making a **** lunge for freedom. She stood no chance of escape, they both knew it, but she had to do it all the same. A second later, she was thrown back down on the bed, this time with Ares kneeling on either side of her torso.

"Are you going to serve me like a good little slut? Or do I have to show you your place?" Evelith didn't say anything, just stared up at him with baleful eyes. "Doesn't matter to me, Evelith, I'll enjoy it either way. Now let's see how long you can keep that mouth shut." Ares lowered his hand to the woman's neck and squeezed slowly, **** her slightly and cutting off some of the blood supply to her brain. Her eyes became more and more bugged out as her vision darkened, until Ares released slightly, allowing her to take a deep breath through her nose. She purposefully kept her mouth shut, not wanting to give the enormous man the satisfaction of breaking her.

"I'm impressed, I thought you'd snap immediately. Though you won't last long, not with how wet you are." Evelith vaguely realized he was right, her pants were getting wetter and wetter, but then she was fighting for breath again. She helplessly stared up at Ares as he and his long cock loomed over her, waiting for the slightest break in her resistance to strike. And she was steadily realizing that it was only a matter of time before she gave in, if the pounding of her heart and mounting desire to be used was any indication.