Jess tests out her new power and discovers Iris

Jess only needed a minute to fall in love with her new army. As soon as a train made its way through the station, one of her shadows was flying through it and infected anybody it touched. Even better, as the virus showed its effects on the passengers, Jess could still feel their pleasure, as if she were standing right by them.

Gleeful and satisfied, she stopped at one of the platforms where the orgy of the horde was taking place and watched how one of her shadows swept through another train as it passed. Jess' body trembled in pleasure as she felt all the bodies and uninfected minds her shadow touched, cumming from it alone. Instantly, she felt another shadow race through another train, amplifying the sensations even more.

Jess needed to sit down; her body was just too overloaded with pleasure and it didn’t stop. She could feel the first fruits of her shadows' impact as the next orgy started in one train. Jess could feel cocks grow and pussies get wet and felt the sensations of the dozens of men and women’s orgasms in her own body as they came, even though they were soon a mile away. Her brain was linked in with their pleasure and she literally drowned in it, closing her eyes and squeezing her breasts, orgasming from one peak to another in seconds. The exponential pleasure that was multiplied by her shadows and the effects of those infected by them were so massive that Jess was sure she'd have been knocked out, if she were still the little girl she used to be. She could feel that her actual body was cumming more and more, which only enticed the Infected she was surrounded by.

She felt the cock in her pussy, but didn’t complain. It just was another tool for her endless satisfaction and Jess moaned loud as she felt more and more different orgasms in her brain. She lost track of time and was even fine with the thought that she would just drown forever in this spiral of pleasure that wouldn't stop. 'Never think about anything else, just feel good,' was the last thing she thought before she faded away in pleasure.

'Jess.'

'Touched by one, who serves him.'

'She did cum, by one of his chosen girls.'

'Whorish and slutty, but also a loyal girl.'

'Her gift is to pleasure, her gift is to spread.'

'Our gift is to spread, we have the same task.'

'Our task is to infect, our task is to fuck.'

'We are her and she is us.'

'She is bound to us, like we are bound to her.'

'The virus needs always a host.'

'And we are the virus.'

'We are one.'

'We are Iris.'

Maybe because Jess had met one of the first carriers of the virus, maybe because she had something of her sister’s willpower, or possibly just because everybody can be exhausted, after hours of sex-drunken joy and endless orgasms, Jess finally opened her eyes. She needed a moment to understand what had happened. All around her, the orgy had just gone on more and more, but no one was fucking her at the moment, even though semen spilled out of her pussy like a lazy fountain. She could still feel the effects of the victims from her shadows, but now it felt like they were just a part of the perpetual horniness that she was used to feeling all the time. She sat up and saw that her shadow clones were kneeling in front of her, all seemingly looking at her. For a moment, she looked at the one in front of her, then she heard her own voice in her head and knew it must be this shadow talking to her. 'We are sorry, Jess. We know you didn’t care if you just drowned in your pleasure, but we did.'

“And why is that?” Jess asked surprised. “I thought you wanted to make me feel good, right?”

'We do,' the shadow spoke again and all of them nodded. 'But we are you. And even if we love our new life, we still want to experience it all. We have a job, a task. Having sex is one thing, but to be drowned in pleasure all the time isn’t what we want. What you want.'

Jess opened her mouth to argue that statement, but as she thought about it, it was definitely right. Yes, she loved sex and was hungry for more and more, but she still liked the control over it. “And here I thought you were the part of my body that was filled with the virus and just hungered for more,” she mumbled.

'Who said both of these things can’t work with each other?' the voice in her head spoke and Jess laughed slightly.

“Well you are right with that…I mean I am right…how do I address you correctly?” she asked unsurely. “You are me, but it sounds weird to address you with my own name.”

'We are what you are, that’s right,' her own voice spoke again and all of the kneeling shadows in front of her nodded. 'And you are the only one hearing us. But we are more than just a copy of your body and if you want a name…Iris.'

“Iris?” Jess asked, confused. Neither did she know someone with that name, nor was she sure where the hell this came from. Seemingly her clones were pretty smart if they could give themselves a name.

'Well, it’s the short version for "Ingenious Relatively Independent Shadows,"' her own voice said factually in Jess’ head, 'so Iris is probably simpler. We are a part of you and think like you. We are evolved through the virus and your desire to fuck, so we share this with you. We are the need in your head to share this gift with anyone. But we won’t let you drown in endless pleasure, because you won’t be able to be yourself after that. And we can’t allow this.'

“So...” Jess looked at them frowning. “You are kind of…the virus itself? A incarnation of it?”

'Technically yes. We evolved through the pleasure that Kaitlyn gave to you. She is one of your king's girls and has given you a part of her power.'

“I have a king?” Jess asked, surprised.

'We all do. We all need to spread. We all need to fuck. And he is our master. He and his queen. They are our idols. They are leading us. And now you are bound with us, so we can herald their coming kingdom to all those they cannot yet reach.'

“We are the heralds of the virus,” Jess said slowly, the knowledge of her task growing clear in her head. “Yes. We are the heralds. We are the virus. We are Iris.” She looked to the shadows and a smile formed on her face. Now she hadn't just gotten a little army: she had gained a purpose in the ranks of the infected horde. To fuck and to give this pleasure to anyone who hadn't embraced it yet. That was what she longed for: to enjoy and to be loved back from anyone.

“Thanks Iris,” Jess said. “I think we did good here. You made me feel so good too, by the way.”

'We know,' Iris said with a loving coo. 'We nearly infected four-hundred people in this six hours. And that’s just the people we touched. Think about all the new Infected that we changed who will fuck new recruits miles away from our reach.

“Six hours,” Jess mumbled. “Quite the time. Did you count how much I came?”

'Nearly every second,' Iris said casually. 'But if you want to know the exact number, we must disappoint you. We hate maths.'

“I do too,” Jess laughed. “I shouldn’t be surprised then. So, Iris. I feel recovered, I feel horny, so I guess we can fuck again. Why don’t we infect more people to satisfy our needs?”

'You are the boss, Jess,' Iris said and her clones started to rub themselves with tender hands against their misty body, pleasure surgeing through Jess immediately. 'So, where do we go?'