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An hour of chatting at the bar, a quick game of volleyball, and another round of drinks later, Ares was relaxing next to Zoe in the pool he had found her sunbathing next to. The two continued to chat quietly, watching people come and go, and Ares started really considering how he was going to infect her.

"You know, I'm glad I met you," Zoe said, kicking her feet lightly in the water. "I was supposed to come here with my sister, but something came up suddenly and none of my friends could come last minute. I still needed the break, but it sucks being on vacation alone."

"Kind of a lousy move from your sister to bail on you though," Ares said, his mind spinning with various schemes, everything from sudden tentacle **** to a long slow seduction that ended with a night of heated passion.

"It can't be helped, she works in some secret government org, very hush hush. She couldn't say anything about it, but apparently she was suddenly called in to help contain some outbreak of the flu or something. But that's Ev for you, more dedicated to her job than to her family."

Ares' sixth sense tingled at her words, his mind connecting seemingly random dots. "Ev? Is that short for something?" he asked, scanning Zoe's face for subtle commonalities with a face he had only seen for a few minutes before it had changed.

"Yeah, short for Evelith. She always wanted me to call her by her full name, but that's way too much of a mouthful, especially when Ev is so much easier. But that's Ev again, all high and mighty when she has no need to be. Sometimes I wish she would get taken down a notch. Gosh, that sounds horrible, doesn't it?" The girl trailed off lost in thought as Ares smiled widely. What were the chances he'd run into the sister of one of his sluts? Now he just had to win her over, something he'd like to do without too much aid from his dick. One last challenge to see if he could get her to join his harem willingly.

"Not at all," Ares said, his next ploy clear in his mind. "There's nothing wrong with wanting someone to know their place."

"But she's still my sister," Zoe returned. "I shouldn't want her to be humiliated just so I can feel better. Ugh, but at the same time, I wish she'd loosen up. She never wants to do anything fun, as if that would invalidate everything she's done. Never going to the club, to a bar, on vacation. No parties, no spontaneity, no meeting hot guys that are super nice..." She blushed, realizing what she was saying. Ares just smiled, already knowing he had her right where he wanted.

But he was tempted to go further. Zoe was clearly into him, but he wanted to know how she'd react to her sister's downfall. From the way she was talking, he doubted it would be entirely negative. Steeling himself to grab her if she suddenly ran, he decided to take the plunge.

"What if I told you Evelith got what was coming to her? That her inner desires finally came out and that she entirely surrendered to them?"

"What?" Zoe said, laughing slightly. "Ares, what are you talking about?"

"Your sister's last minute assignment was to contain a rogue strain of an extremely dangerous virus that first infected a college boy and has been running amok a few hours away. When the organization she worked for sent a small army to contain and eradicate the virus, she went with to act as their spokesperson. Unfortunately, they took too long to act, allowing the virus to overrun the city, infect everyone in it, and then spread to the army, which immediately fell to it. And your sister, sweet, stuck up Evelith, was personally infected by the virus' originator, leading to her downfall into a horny, submissive slut who would do anything for her new master."

Ares couldn't help but smile at the astonished expression that had appeared on Zoe's face in the last minute. The ombre girl looked at him with utter confusion, likely wondering where this had come from. "What? What are you talking about, that's crazy. That's the most outlandish, ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Why...why would you say that?"

"Because its true," Ares said plainly, enjoying her reaction. Zoe looked at him, disbelief and just a little bit of wonder and curiosity evident in her gaze. She looked at him for a handful of seconds, heedless of all the other sounds and people around them, before she finally spoke again.

"Prove it. Let's call Evelith and we'll see what she has to say. Let me go get my phone..." Zoe started to stand up, but froze when Ares' strong hand closed around her upper arm.

"She won't answer. Her phone is abandoned in the middle of an empty army camp and even if she did have it, she's probably too busy gagging on some man's fuckstick to answer. But I can prove it another way." Ares purposefully let go of Zoe and relaxed further into the water, giving her every opportunity to get away. She stopped for a minute, considering the man, before slowly sitting back down.

"How?" she asked shortly.

"Let me just..." Ares reached up, gently resting his hand on Zoe's forehead. She didn't flinch, just stared evenly at him. Rather pleased with her fearlessness, Ares pushed his memories of what he had done to Evelith into Zoe's mind, showing her exactly what her sister had become.

Zoe gasped and locked up as the memories played through her mind. She felt like she was there as Evelith went from a proud, stuck up woman to a begging **** eager to serve. She watched her unassuming sister gain curves that rivaled the most beautiful women she had ever seen, in person or otherwise. And she watched as her slut of a sister begged to be fucked by the same man that sat beside her.

"It was you," was the first thing she said when she came out of her **** remembrance. "You turned her into that..."

"That sexy fuck whore who would do anything just to taste my skin? Yes I did. She's beautiful, don't you think? The virus helps with that, of course, but it works with what's inside a person too. I wanted to control, dominate, and transform, and that's what I got. My love, she's around here somewhere, became a sumptuous elf-turned-nymph-turned-goddess that loves to tease and tempt and is much more capricious than I am. I have an angel that's more of a slut than a paragon of virtue, a playful and tricky fairy, sin incarnate in the shape of a woman, a cuddly cat girl that loves her cream, and your sister, my very own cockslave who gets off on the mere idea of serving me." Ares pushed images of his women into her mind before he paused, giving Zoe a moment to absorb what he just said. "And you," he finished, earning him a look of surprise.

"What? What do you mean? I'm not some slut for you to use as you want." She edged away from him slightly, apparently unconsciously. Ares just smiled at her.

"No you're not, but you could be. If you want. I do like you, Zoe, and having taken your sister from you, I feel like I owe you something. So you can choose. In a few hours, this entire beach is going to be one massive orgy. My virus is taking its first steps as we speak. I can spare you from that, make you resistant to its effects, and send you on your way. You'd be free to live your life just as you always have, though I can't say how long that normalcy will last. I've already consumed one city, it certainly won't be the last. I will let you go, free to join in the coming madness or able to resist as you wish." He let the offer hang there, a clear way out for the surprisingly calm Zoe.

"Or you can join me, be one of my lovers, worship me alongside your sister. You know what she was and you saw what she became. You could be even more beautiful, more alluring, more erotic. You can stand at the top of an orgy that never ends and always have a hung stud to fuck as you please. Pleasure like you could never know would by your constant companion. I could take you right here and give you the gift, if you wanted. The choice is yours." He sat and waited for the questions that would surely come, watching other women around and in the pool with open desire and a hard dick, thinking of all the ways he could infect them.

"You won't **** yourself on me? No matter what?" Zoe asked, looking at Ares, particularly his strong muscles that would have no trouble holding her down.

"Only if you want me to," he said, sending a thrill down to her core. She felt her nipples perk up slightly in her top, but didn't let that distract her.

"Can you give me a body like hers without the compulsion to be a total slut?"

"I suppose," Ares laughed, "but don't act like you wouldn't put it to good use. You might as well just join me at that point." Zoe pouted a little, but knew he was right.

"Say I did join you. Would you make me a **** like Ev?" she asked, her pussy tingling at the thought.

"Do you want to be?" he asked, his voice dropping into a masculine rumble that made Zoe feel like she understood why so many women would want to be with him. Heat bloomed across her body, bringing a warm flush to her face and chest. "You can be whatever you wish, I won't **** anything on you, as part of my gift to you. Your fate is entirely your own. That's what people want, isn't it? Freedom, control, agency? You wouldn't want anyone to **** you, right? You'd want to choose yourself."

Zoe felt his words deep in her chest, speaking directly to her. He knew what she was thinking, he had to. How else could he say exactly what she wanted to hear? She wasn't like her sister, out of touch with her desires. She knew what she wanted, how she wanted it. Ares' offer was pure gold to her, a path to every carnal desire she had ever felt. He was strong, powerful, infinitely handsome and seductive, kind, and dominant, everything she had ever wanted in a man and more. She could be gorgeous, stacked, and alluring with her true feelings hidden underneath for her king to satisfy.

Her mind made up, Zoe slid into the water and moved around to kneel in front of Ares, who watched her with interest and amusement. She dunked herself underwater, hands confidently reaching for Ares' straining swimsuit. She resurfaced as she freed his titanium length, pushing her water-darkened hair out of her face.

"I want to worship you as your busty servant. I want to serve you forever, to be used to satisfy my master's needs and desires, however you want. I'll be subservient to you and your queen, you can use me however you want."

"Is that all you want?" Ares said, holding back groans as Zoe's small hand played over his shaft.

"I'm not like my sister, I'd be happy to be a slut for you, just let me be your subby little servant girl," she said, looking up into his burning red eyes with earnestness.

"Then serve my dick until I coat you with cum and I'll make your wish come true." Zoe slowly lowered her mouth to his hard cock, her tongue slipping out to slowly lick from his base to the tip, her eyes fixed on his the entire time.

"You're just as good as your sister, I'll give you that. She fought it at first and I had to show her her place, but you don't have that problem, do you, my Zoe?"

"No, Master," she cooed, licking around the head of his oozing penis and tasting his precum. She continued slowly, gradually bringing Ares up to his peak.

"Good. I will bathe you in my seed and then we'll infect the rest of these fools. You'd like that, wouldn't you, showing others the joy of serving me?"

"Mmm, yes Master, make me perfect and I'll serve you forever," Zoe crooned, sucking gently on the head of his dick.

"Wrong, girl, you'll be made perfect because you'll serve me. Now **** yourself on me," he commanded, tingles of heat flowing through her body. She gave him a few more sucks before slowly pulling more of his meat into her mouth. She tried to push it deeper, but her tense excitement and gag reflex wouldn't let her. "What kind of servant are you, that you can't deepthroat your master? I want your lips around my base, Zoe, or aren't you capable of serving me properly?"

"No, Master," Zoe said briefly before taking a deep breath and forcing his dick into her throat. It threatened to gag her, but she pushed through, sucking as best she could. Judging from Ares' increasing groans, she was doing a good job. She felt her lungs burn for air, but she didn't want to lighten up when he seemed so close. The fact that serving him in such a way made her pussy ache with desire didn't hurt either.

Still, as much as she wanted to keep him in her throat until he came, she was still human, at least for the moment. Ares watched her face start to turn purple and felt her throat convulse frantically before she finally pulled him out, making sure her tongue licked him all the way out. The tiny flick the muscle gave the head was all Ares needed to finally cum, and with a deep, satisfied grunt, he blasted Zoe's face with thick white semen. She giggled slightly before the taste hit her, making her moan as she followed her new master into orgasm. She tried to catch every drop he expelled, but there was just too much, leaving plenty to drip off her face and out of her mouth into the pool they both sat in, the goo quickly dispersing into the clear water.