He wants her to join him.

Michel welcomed Julie into his strong arms as they kiss, his large member growing hard and stiff as his sister’s nude skin brushed against his own. The kiss was more romantic than the ones Julie had in the past few hours, possibly because the siblings genuinely cared for one another, even before they were infected. This was something they discovered a few years back, back when they were human, back when they had to live by the moral restrictions given to them by society. They both remembered that night well, the night when an innocent kiss on the lips turned into something more passionate.

Even as they made love to one another all those years ago, they knew that they couldn’t continue the relationship, openly or otherwise. So, the next morning, Julie and her older brother Michel decided to try and forget that brief moment of passion, those few wonderful moments where they let their true feelings for each other boil to the surface. Despite their promise to forget, despite Michel finding a new girlfriend and Julie fishing for a new boyfriend, they never truly stopped loving each other. Now that the virus had fully taken the siblings, nothing was holding back their love for one each other.

As Michel’s kisses moved from his sister’s lips to the tender tendon on the left side of her neck, the blond girl closed her eyes and tilted her head so he could have more neck to kiss. “Darling,” she cooed in a breathless whisper as her brother’s kisses sent shivers down her spine. Slowly she trailed her fingers up his back, feeling up his new muscled body. Before the virus, Michel was quite slender and almost stickily, but now his toned form rippled against her soft body.

Julie trialed her nails further up her brother’s spine when she felt some strange gill-like flaps on his back. Confused, the young woman gently slid a fingertip under the flap. She could feel something soft and sticky underneath, coating her index and middle fingers. Slowly, she pulled her fingers out from under the flap and opened her eyes so she could take a look at what she pulled out of her brother’s gills. Though her eyes were still lidded from the pleasure her brother was providing her, she could clearly see the black tar sticking between her fingers.

Realizing that his sister had some questions, the male elf slowly pulled his lips away from the pit of Julie’s neck and looked lovingly into her eyes, “Do you like it?" he purred.

Julie shook the arousal from her head and blinked a few times to recompose herself. “What…” she took a second to gulp down the saliva in her mouth, “What is it?”

“I created it,” said Michel with a warm smile, “I’ve seen frogs create something similar to protect their young from predators. To help their tadpoles incubate before they hatch into frogs.”

“And what are your tadpoles growing into?” Julie asked with a soft giggle.

“I haven’t quite decided yet,” said Michel as he turned Julie to the mass of tar. Waving his hand over the excretion, some of the black tar slid away to reveal a clear soft membrane. Underneath the membrane were several of Michel’s victims. Both men and women fully converted by the virus, with their arms and legs entrapped by the tar and several tentacle-like appendages slithering over their bodies and filling their holes.

Julie was surprised at how her brother could control the tar and that he had such an aggressive mutation. The worst thing most of her new friends grew was a pair of cat ears, while Michel had created some kind of slime monster from his back. “How are you able to do this?” she asked him with wonder in her eyes.

Michel then pointed to one of the membrane eggs, which held a dark-haired woman. Like everyone else in Michel’s eggs, the woman’s eyes were rolling into her head, and the expression on her face showed that she was experiencing more pleasure than what her mind could handle. “According to the good doctor,” he stared, “It’s probably because I’m one of the focal points for the virus.”

Julie arched her brow. “What do you mean?”

Michel sighed as he lightly ran his hands over his sister’s smooth shoulders. “Perhaps it’s best if I started from the beginning. It started shortly after I got back from my biology class field trip,” he stated. “I had just opened my book bag and was about to take out my notes when I heard something rattling inside. I opened one of the pouches in the side of my bag and pulled out this.”

Michel then reached into a nearby pocket of tar. The goo made a soft squishing sound as his hand entered the slim and started to wrap around Michel’s arm, like an octopus clutching its prey. Despite its grasp on Michel’s arm, he was able to pull his hand away from the slime effortlessly. He held his hand out to Julie and opened his palm. Inside was a broken vial with the numbers 209-q-4 printed onto the glass.

“I’m not sure where it came from,” Michel continued, “But I think I know what was inside. Shortly after I took the glass in my hand, my entire body began to tingle, namely around my chest and groin. At first, I thought it was panic. I had just got back from a medical lab that identified unknown viruses after all, and I had just found a broken vial inside my bag. As I tried to think of what to do, my cock started to throb. My body temperature began to rise. I started to think about the girls in my class and how their lips would feel around my hot cock. I started to think about my girlfriend Emily and how loudly she would moan as I pounded her from behind.”

Julie let out a startled gasp when she felt something cool and slick, slithering up her legs. Looking down at her feet, she was shocked to find that the black tar was enveloping her and her brother’s calves.

Michel lightly brushed a finger under her chin and gently drew her eyes towards his. “Finally, I thought about you, your beautiful smile, your lovely eyes, your soft face. Just the thought of you alone was enough to drive me over the edge. I was hit by a powerful urge to fuck. I ripped off my pants, pulled out my cock, and started stroking. As I jacked off, I remembered the night we spent together. I remembered how much I loved being inside you, I…” Michel drew his lips closer to Julie’s, “I remembered how much I love you.”

Julie trembled in her brother’s arms and gently slid her hands over his chest before allowing herself to be kissed by Michel once more. They held the kiss for what felt like an eternity before slowly parting. “Michel,” Julie cooed almost dreamily.

“Julie,” he purred back with his lips still inches from hers, “I want to share this gift with you. According to Doctor Morris, because our biology is so similar, I should be able to transfer my infection to you. You will become an alpha like me. I’m intelligent enough to control the virus and help it mutate, but I’m not as creative as you are. Allow me to infect you, and we can rule this world as lovers.”