He shows her that she's more than a worshiper to him

"Can you still change your body?" he asked her first. Grace looked confused, but didn't question his curiosity and answered immediatley.

"I can't change freely, but I can shift into any of the bodies you gave me, Master."

"What about your original body?" Her eyes widened at the question, but she dutifully answered.

"I can, but-"

"I'm going to go out in the hall. I want you to change back to what you looked like originally, put on some clothes, and tell me when you're done," Ares said, not faltering for a second in his orders. "And when I come back in, I want you to call me 'Aiden'."

"Why?" Grace asked, her voice choked with a thick cocktail of emotions. Ares could still see her confusion, but it was also mixed with fear and insecurity.

"I need to show you something. Something I can only show you like that. Get to it, I'll be waiting," he said, leaving the room and closing the door behind him. He imagined Grace was utterly mystified, but he had faith that she would do what he asked. While he waited, he focused on weaving clothes around his body, which he also shrank slightly to be more in line with the average human. In a minute, he looked like a well-dressed, very handsome young man reminiscent of his original self wearing slacks and a light, breathable shirt. He only had to wait a minute more before a timid knock came on the door.

"A-Aiden, I'm ready," he heard Grace say from the other side. He waited a moment for her to gather her courage and step away from the door before slowly opening it. The afternoon light filtering through the window gave the room a warm atmosphere and only accented the beauty standing in front of...Aiden, he had to remind himself. He wanted to comfort and sooth Grace, and he thought putting aside his god persona for a little would be a good plan. Plus, he didn't feel like much more than the twenty-something-year-old he technically was when he saw what waited for him inside.

Just like he asked, Grace had returned herself to her pre-infected body, with a few exceptions. Her hair was still blonde as opposed to her original brown, but it was a much darker golden blonde than her usual pale shade, which was good enough. Her breasts had shrunk back down into respectably human globes, though probably still a bit bigger and firmer than her original pair. The same went for her rear, the hefty spheres of her ass shrunk down to the beginnings of a bubble butt. She was still strikingly beautiful too, but her submissive demeanor and downcast eyes made up for it. The white button up she had put on, still open at the front to reveal the inner slopes of her breasts and tugged down to hide her nethers gave her the image of a shy schoolgirl.

"It's a boy's room, this was all I could find. I hope this is oka-EEP!" Grace squeaked in surprise as Aiden reached out and pulled her into a strong hug. He held her there, not making any move, just hugging her and basking in her presence. She was completely frozen in his arms, unsure of what to do and afraid to mess it up; she was afraid she was one screw up away from him abandoning her.

"Grace, relax. Just relax. You look perfect and adorable. Just enjoy this," Aiden said, gently rubbing her back through her shirt.

"But...don't you want to-"

"I want to hug you. Just like this. I want you to know I care about you. That I'm not going to tell you to leave."

"Bu-but I'm just...just..."

"Just what?"

"I'm just some stupid girl with a fetish. I'm not a sex queen, I'm not an angel. I'm..." She choked back a sob as all the emotion she had barely been holding back finally ripped free. "I-I was so lonely. My...my parents were so strict and religious that I barely had friends. It was only worse when I got older. Sex was evil, but I needed it so badly. My parents wouldn't even let me have a boyfriend; they were afraid he would 'corrupt' me. I was so needy, and when you showed up like that and told me everything I was taught was wrong, h-how could I say no to that? I wanted so badly to be free of it all, but I just traded one god for another. And I tried to be a woman for you, a seductress and your fallen angel, but I'm not. I'm still just a stupid schoolgirl **** to get fucked."

Grace gently sobbed into Aiden's chest, her arms wrapped tightly around his torso and holding on for dear life. She had never opened herself up like that to anyone before and didn't want to imagine the consequences. Aiden, for his part, didn't quite know what to say in response. He had wanted to show Grace that he genuinely cared for her, no matter what, but he hadn't expected this. So he just continued to hold her, trying to tell her that he wasn't going anywhere. He did manage to maneuver them to the bed and sit down with Grace cradled on his lap and let her continue to vent. He sat with her, let her cry, and once her tears had lessened, he started talking.

"I didn't know what I was doing with my life before. I wasn't anything special, no lofty aspirations, no big plans. And then this happened. This virus. It made me special, it made me powerful. But before that, Grace, I was just a stupid guy. Just like you. We're not so different. Hell, we're probably pretty close to the same age. We might've changed, but looking at Sydney showed me just how little we change too. I might have not known you before, but I think I know you now and I can tell you one thing." Aiden paused and gently lifted Grace's face to his. "I love you, Grace. I really do. As much as I can.

"I know I don't show it well; I honestly just don't really know how. Aphrodite...Julia, I knew her before this all happened. In hindsight, she was pretty into me, but I was so unable to emotionally connect with people that I let her slip away. I only realized what I felt for her once we met again in the middle of all this. And my strain of the virus, our strain, it's commanding, dominating, overpowering. I think that's a reflection of me and my lacking of a subtler touch. So I'm sorry if I don't show you how much you mean to me, but it's more than I could ever say. Kaitlyn might have been the first girl to follow me, but she did it because it was fun. And there's nothing wrong with that, but you joined me. Not my power, not my cock, just me."

"I didn't though," Grace interrupted, hot tears still leaking from her eyes as she looked down and away from him. "I just...You were so good and I was needier than ever...And after you changed for me, my perversion, I thought I'd die if you didn't fuck me again.... You're wrong. You have to be. You can't possibly..."

"Grace. Grace, look at me. Look me in the eye." The teary blonde slowly lifted her head. "I do. I really do. And I can show you." Before she could ask how or pull away, he lowered his face to hers, letting their lips meet, and let everything he felt for her in that moment flow into her mind. It was a whirlwind of emotions, one he wasn't sure made any degree of sense, but he didn't hold anything back, trying to be as honest with her as she had been with him. Grace gasped and stiffened in his arms, momentarily overcome by the rush. But then she relaxed and pressed herself into the kiss, molding her body against his to try and get as close as possible.

"I'm sorry....I shouldn't have...I love you too. I love you so much. I love you. I need you. Please love me, please don't leave me Aiden," she begged, tears filling her eyes again.

"I will always love you, Grace," Aiden said, and Grace sobbed with joy as she felt the sheer truth of his words through their link.

"...Make love to me. Please. You never have. It's always been...rougher. Carnal. That's okay, but...I...I know you do...but..."

"It's okay, say it."

"I want you to show me how much you love me. Just like this, in these bodies. Like it could have been. Like we're just two stupid fools."

"As you wish, my angel." He slowly fell backwards on the bed, pulling Grace with him until she laid on top of him, her bare legs twining around his clothed ones. That only lasted for a moment as Aiden let his created clothes crumble, until their bodies rubbed against each other. Grace slowly pulled her borrowed white shirt off, revealing her beautiful, palm-sized breasts, and tossed it aside before leaning back down for another gentle kiss.

They laid there and kissed softly, gently, tenderly. Their hands traced over each other, feeling soft slopes, tough muscle, and heated skin. They languished in each other, spending minutes just making their love known to each other through small touches and happy hums.

Eventually, the virus simmering in their blood urged them towards more carnal activities, only encouraged by their naked proximity. Grace's breaths became deeper as she drank in Aiden's scent and Aiden's shaft steadily grew until it poked at Grace's small ass. They ground against each other, Grace's erect nipples dragging over his chest as his length prodded at her wet core.

"Aiden, I need it. Please, I'm so horny. Put it in me, love me, please."

"Okay," Aiden said, shifting slightly on the bed to get a better angle with Grace above him. Her hand pressed against his chest as he lined himself up and she looked at him with glimmering eyes.

"Go slowly, okay? I was a virgin back then, so I..." It took a second, but Aiden understood what she meant. The raw, dominating, viral side of him roared at the thought of deflowering this woman again, but for once he found it trivial to ignore it. Instead, he nodded and gently pushed into Grace, their pressed together chests letting him feel every breath she took. That breathing hitched as he slid inside her tightness and again when he broke her reformed hymen, but she relaxed once he was fully sheathed inside her. She whined at the fullness she felt, the overwhelming satisfaction of having him inside her for the first time again. "Yes. Yesssss...." she hissed as she lightly moved her hips. The pleasure was exquisite and all consuming, made all the better by Aiden's love that still fluttered about her head. "More. More~!"

"You're in control, my angel. You can take what you want," Aiden said, purposefully not moving his hips, though he struggled not to. He wanted Grace to know this was about her, not him.

"I...I want...you to...*mmhh!*...please!! Please Master! I need you to-"

"You don't need me to do anything," he said, taking her face in his hands and bringing it down to his. Aiden kissed her tenderly, or as well as he could when her mouth hung open with barely restrained gasps. "I'm not your master. You are your own, your beautiful, perfect own. You always have been and always will be. So take what you want. You need no one's permission." Aiden saw her eyes shine as his words sank home and her hips started to move, so incredibly gently and slowly speeding up. Her hips impacted his, barely audible but getting louder by the second. Her moans grew in volume too, singing sweet bliss as she rode him, fucking him at her own perfect pace.

Her first orgasm surprised her with its intensity, coming up on her suddenly and making her collapse under its ****. Even as the bliss rocked her though, she didn't stop moving, continuing to roll her body against her lover's to make the exquisite feelings last.

"I love you, my Master," Grace said, before kissing Aiden for all she was worth, trying to repay some small amount of the love she knew he felt for her.

"I told you-*ahhn* I'm not your master," he said, between kisses and holding himself back from his own climax.

"Yes you are. You are because I choose you to be. I'm yours, forever, until the end of everything. I'm your angel, and you're my god; you always will be. So please, Master, cum in your angel. Give her your blessing! OH YES!!!"

"Grace, I'm...I can't..." Aiden groaned as she came again on his cock, her tightness overpowering his flagging control. With one last groan and his hand firmly grasping her quivering waist, Aiden finally thrust his hips upward and came, pouring every bit of cum he had into the blonde above him. Grace felt the heat of his semen fill her and came again from it. Twin wings of brilliant, shining white erupted out of her back as she orgasmed and partially lost control of her body. They fluttered above the intertwined couple, vibrating in the air until Grace's climax abated and she collapsed back onto Aiden's chest, panting as her wings covered their sweaty bodies.

"Mmmm, thank you, my master. Oh, it's so hot, ahhh. Hmmm, I love you," Grace whispered, lightly kissing Aiden on the jaw. "I love you, my Aires."

"Ha ha, what's that?" he asked, catching the change to his name. Grace hummed and inhaled his scent before answering.

"It's your name, both of them together. It's still said the same, but spelled with an 'I'. A-I-R-E-S instead of A-R-E-S. I like it, I think it's handsome."

"Hmm, it is nice. Maybe I'll use that instead of 'Ares'. Though I already changed my name once, I'm not sure I'm allowed to do it again."

"Whatever you say, Master," Grace murmured, nestling her head into his shoulder, letting his penis rest inside of her and her breasts against his chest.

"Do you feel better?" he couldn't help but ask, still concerned for Grace's well being. The angelic girl blinked a moment in thought before answering.

"I do, I feel more myself. Like I earned this instead of being given it. I'm not sure exactly, but I'm not nervous anymore. I know where I belong: right here on the end of my god's cock."

"I'm glad," was all Aiden said, holding the blonde girl closer. He wasn't sure this was the way he wanted to make her feel better, but the results spoke for themselves and he couldn't be happier.

"But you're still hard, aren't you?" Grace asked knowingly, shifting her hips and grinding his shaft into her cum-soaked depths, the answer to her question obvious. "Do you have more cum to pump into a poor, **** angel? Maybe if I do this?" Her breasts jumped in size, and Aiden's dick throbbed in response, growing a bit involuntarily. Grace did it again to the same result. "Actually, I do know one thing that would make me feel even better, my master." She stretched, putting her mouth right next to his ear, and whispered in the sluttiest, most whorish, and least angelic voice he had ever heard. "Fucking **** me, Aiden."

He didn't have to be asked twice.