Olympus comes crumbling down

From further back in the army of Infected, Grace watched with a bit of horror as her Lord's army swarmed past the Rose Wall. A swarm was the only word she felt she could really use to describe the rapid wave of chittering and hissing spiders that consumed the first part of Olympus' army. Even with the numerous lesser driders spread though the group, she shuddered at the thought of what those poor fools must have been experiencing: dozens of monstrous, intelligent arachnids crawling over and around them, biting, fucking, and throwing sticky webs without hesitation. She watched one woman in particular be bit on the back of the head by a small arachnid. The attacking spider's fangs rapidly fused with the woman, followed by the rest of the monster while she convulsed. Grace watched as whoever the woman had been before faded and she rapidly became a terrifying drider with a monstrous head, the final fusion of the spider that had infected her.

"Serves her right," the angel whispered as the new drider set upon her former comrades, binding them with webs and either taking them for herself or leaving them for other members of the horde.

"What did you say, Grace?" Kiera asked, the bottom-heavy woman standing next to the High Priestess and watching the horde consume Olympus with awe. She'd never seen anything even close to this.

"Nothing. Just that they deserve this for opposing my Lord." Both woman watched a moment longer before they saw movement further back in the army. Olympus seemed to have recovered their wits and was readying their counterattack. Grace didn't pay attention to the row after row of rifle-wielding soldiers that assembled and began firing into the front rows of the wave of Infected, instead looking for movement in the larger obstacles on the field. While Yvonne had told them various artillery pieces existed, they were hidden under tarpaulins and she didn't know which of the many covered objects were threats and which were decoys. So Grace was watching and waiting.

Finally, a number of heavy tarps started moving, either pulled off or displaced by moving machinery from beneath them. Powerful looking cannons appeared from beneath them and Grace began gathering power from the priestesses behind her. Her desires when she created them had the unintended side effect of allowing them to store immense amounts of the Contagion's power inside them, making them ideal portable batteries. She carefully skimmed off the top of that energy, eagerly offered by the many women, and formed a crackling, multi-layered sphere of lightning above her raised hand.

Eyes flicking over her targets, Grace unleashed purple helixes of electricity towards the machinery, each one finding its target and instantly ruining them. Most slumped or froze, while a couple misfired, inflicting casualties around them. Grace didn't stop to contemplate the consequences of her attack; so long as the threat to her Lord's happiness was eradicated, nothing else mattered.

"You will all fall and worship him," Grace whispered under her breath, taking a moment to appreciate the sight of more humans falling to her god's army, doomed to join them. She only spent a second on that though, going back to searching for the next artillery threat. Even a single one firing could be detrimental to the army and Grace was determined not to fail, no matter what.

Rebecca, deep in the enemy's ranks, was euphoric. Blood and sex surrounded her in such massive quantities that she would have felt frantic just being there. Being able to indulge had her in a state comparable to her frenetic orgies before she had properly met Aires. She had just a bit more control than she had then and used every bit of it to jump from person to person without stopping. She took something from each one: blood that was fused with her own viral hemoglobin and lashed out at her victims as long infectious whips; innocence that left behind a trail of debauched, practically rabid creatures behind her to sow more chaos in the ranks; souls, giving her a rush of pleasure and a growing number of thralls following and fighting with her. The more of each of these she had, the easier it would be to reach her goal.

Unleashing a contracting net of razor wire-like blood on a group of soldiers that instantly met their demise, the crimson tint she saw the world through retreated for a moment, granting her a few seconds of clarity. All around her was sex and carnage, each one mainly attributed to one army. The forces of Othrys leapt on soldiers, drivers, and technicians, engaging in bouts of sex that were frantic, but no less pleasurable for it. On Olympus' side, the whine of their railguns charging and firing created a strange staccato, each beat accompanied by one or more Infected taking enchanted ammunition head on. Some of the more aware ones had the sense to try to dodge, but against the trained marksmanship of Olympus, it was barely effective.

The weapons had terrible effect as well; many of those hit didn't get back up. The guns stifled the innate regeneration of the Contagion, turning wounds that could have been healed with time into mortal ones. Those that fell collapsed into puddles of cum as their existences utterly joined with that of the virus, some taking a more volatile end and splashing against their attackers in one final act of retaliation, effectively replacing themselves in their master's army. As it was, any gunner that was transformed with their weapon still in their hand remained a massive threat as their focus changed from their former enemies to their former allies. The thorough domination of their bodies by the Contagion didn't give their minds and consciousnesses a chance to resist its commands and they knew only the pleasure of obedience as they carried out Aires' will.

The familiar cry of soul-rending, agonizing bliss reached her from nearby and nearly drove her right back into her frenzy. Just barely managing to hold back, she looked to the side and saw Cecilia riding a man in full demon form and with sadistic glee written on her face. Her victim was convulsing beneath her and emptying himself into her and she took everything, first his semen, then his soul. Her tail squirmed behind her with delight, snapping out to either impale or infect anyone who came close to her. They were lucky enough to be spared the fate of the man beneath her though, who was foaming at the mouth as his face became that of a monster, bulging with thick veins and razor sharp fangs.

Cecilia's back suddenly arched in rapture as she let out a long-lasting cry of evil bliss, and Rebecca could practically see the last of the man's essence pass into the demoness. The red-skinned whore quivered with such ecstasy that a thrill went though the vampiress as well, just from imagining the delight. Held just at the brink of cumming, she gasped and realized she was drooling. The essence of delicious innocence filled her senses from every direction, tempting, alluring, and driving her insane. In a flash, the crimson haze over the world filled her mind again and she was fang-deep in a man's bare, muscled thigh, draining his life from him. His cock was erect and spurting in seconds, raining cum down on her while his blood sang on her tongue, fueling her further. Out of the corner of her eye, she could already see her next target and couldn't wait to dominate them in the name of her master.

Yet another clutch of eggs left Zoe's ovipositor, rapidly growing in the womb of a soldier that had never given it any use. It was a shame, the drider thought, she had an ample pair of hips for it, though given the quiet hum of the virus Zoe detected from her, she may not have always had them. She ensured they would serve their purpose now though, as she screamed in horror as the eggs in her belly began hatching and their occupants sought escape. The spider woman left the traitor Infected behind to her fate, to either be absorbed into or, more unfortunately, consumed by the army of Othrys.

The deeper into Olympus' ranks they reached, the more individuals carrying the Traitor Strain she found. That wasn't to say they were a threat, most of them weren't much stronger than the average Infected person, and she was much more powerful than that. And against the near feral lust of her king's hordes, they had very little chance. The normal soldiers were barely worth even considering except for the momentum they gave the infectious army to continue decimating Olympus.

A blazing bolt of pain suddenly lanced through Zoe and knocked her back, a rush of pain blooming from her chest. She screamed in agony, her human hands leaping to where she could feel a large hole right where her heart was. The world swam in a blur of colors for a moment before her regeneration kicked in and what should have been a mortal wound to a normal human was quickly healed into nonexistence. Recovering her breath, her eyes darted around the battlefield and almost instantly found a group of three men and a woman, all clearly Traitors. The woman was dressed in a revealing corset and using some manner of magic, while the men were in form-fitting uniforms and firing railguns into the growing crowd of Infected. One of those men had his gun pointed directly at her and looked stunned, right up until Zoe lunged forward.

He yelled, pulling the attention of the other soldiers, but it was too late. In a blur of spidery limbs, the woman was pushed back and the men were pierced through, their own regenerative abilities unable to save them. "Let's see how you like getting shot," Zoe hissed at the remaining man, easily grabbing the rifle from his grip. Held down by Zoe's legs, he could only watch as his stolen gun was turned on him and energized beyond its capacity by the strength of the virus within the drider. A second later, the fizzling remains of the completely ruined gun was dropped onto the body of the man and Zoe turned her attention to the spellcasting woman.

Unfortunately, she saw she was too late, as two of Rebecca's thralls had already pulled the sorceress' top down and her skirt up. With fingers diddling her wet sex, they sank their fangs into her neck and tit, the bites pushing euphoria into their victim. Already being fingered and surrounded by sex, the sorceress didn't stand a chance. She moaned as her huge breasts overflowed, gushing with milk that had been just waiting to burst forth. Her blood became the same creamy substance that flowed from her tits, a delight to both women as they both continued to guzzle it down. In seconds, the sorceress was reduced to very little more than a climaxing milk-slut, every fluid her body produced replaced with cream.

Sparing one final glance at the conquered quartet, Zoe immediately forgot them, turning her predatory eyes to the next soldier in her way. Seeing there were still many more waiting for their turn, the cunning drideress couldn't help but smile before climbing on top of a truck and looking around. A hail of fiery spheres flew over head, evidence of Grace's new religion's contributions, and slammed into the ranks, sowing chaos, and Zoe immediately took advantage of it, urging her many children forward to serve and infect.

Cecilia was practically cackling with joy as she moved from person to person, sowing corruption. Watching the goodness leave someone was a unique pleasure that Aphrodite had shown her and one she couldn't get enough of. Every time she damned a soul to depravity, she experienced a wonderful little climax. And though she wouldn't admit it to anyone, knowing she was doing it for Aires made it just a little bit better.

She tried to shake the image of Him out of her head, only partially succeeding. Ever since He had stood in front of her and fucked her like that, He had been what she envisioned in her most sordid moments. Rippling with so much untouchable masculinity and strength, He had been a marvel just to see, much less to experience first hand. Even now, as she stood surrounded by enemies and debauchery, her pussy gushed at the mere thought of Him.

Thankfully, a bullet ripping through her thigh was enough to shake her out of her daze. Hissing with hate, she impulsively lashed out with an arch of hellfire, searing everyone around her with lustful flames. A few were incinerated on the spot. The rest would soon feel a heat in their bodies that would never die out. She didn't know if she hit the person that had shot her and didn't care; she needed a good quick fuck.

Finding a partner, willing or not, was surprisingly difficult. In the moments that it had taken for her to heal and reorient herself, the exponentially increasing members of Othrys' army had surged forward and subsumed another large portion of Olympus' forces. It seemed like everywhere she looked, people were already engaged in all manner of combat or debauchery. Even her chosen mother figure was indulging, getting the absolute shit fucked out of her like like Cecilia knew she liked. The woman was a fuckslut through and through, and really seemed to love tempting people into fucking her stupid.

Then there were the women doing what she wished she was doing: getting their cocks wet. Aires had said a bunch of futanari had gotten into Othrys and from the look of it, they were intent on pulling their weight in the fight, whether they had the brainpower to know they were contributing or not. A number of them were bimbos as well and were clearly too occupied with their cocks to give much thought to anything else, particularly the new ones. Plenty at least had the sex drive to encourage them to ram their dicks into any hole they could instead of just using their hands. Overcome with momentary envy, Cecilia watched one blonde holding a brunette from behind, her hips pumping back and forth into the dazed, slightly taller woman.

Unable to stop watching or jacking her own dick, Cecilia's body tingled when the blonde futa orgasmed and she literally heard a flood of semen fill the brunette up. White jizz overflowed from the woman's pussy immediately, in part thanks to the bimbo not pausing her thrusting for even a minute. She just kept going, clinging and cumming into her shaking victim and giggling vapidly, while the brunette's belly and groin both bulged with cock. The dick in her cunt stretched her belly out with each thrust, while a shaft of her own ejaculated all over the ground in front of them. The brunette only twitched more and made sure her hips met every one of the blonde's thrusts, both women helpless slaves to their own bodies.

Tired of her own indecisiveness, the crimson demoness abandoned her own self pleasure and leaped straight up. Spreading her wings to catch the air, she remained in place for just a moment, looking down on the chaos below. They had already infected most of the outer edges of the army, thanks to a few groups specifically tasked with getting around Olympus and cutting off their escape. That left only the better defended center, which included the Olympus leadership and, more importantly to Aires, Naomi. Even that wasn't impenetrable though; Cecilia could already see a few groups having sex further in, unable to resist the call of infection.

Her mouth and her sex dripped at the thought of so many untouched people, and she angled her wings to descend into the middle of the defenses. But before she could, a ripple went through the horde of sex freaks the two armies had become and a thin split appeared in it, just big enough for one person. One man.

A streak streaming crimson energy zipped from the walls of Othrys and absolutely annihilated the front facing line of defenses, piercing several rows of infantry and large vehicles like they didn't exist. Cecilia nearly forgot to flap her wings at the sight of the destruction, the chaos and the knowledge of who was causing it making her weak in the legs, even though she wasn't standing. Blood-red lightning crackled over the sound of railguns firing, orgiastic moaning following each strike. It was a breathtaking, beautiful sight from above, but Cecilia wasn't thinking about that. All she wanted was to see it up close.

Aires' army had done even better than he had hoped, nearly demolishing the entirety of Olympus' army with minimal instruction. He knew his girls were in the fray somewhere, directing, guiding the chaos, and pushing the Infected even deeper. They had only slowed their progress when they encountered the last line of Olympus' defenses, and so Aires had decided to stop waiting and end it.

Now, in the middle of the elite forces with his full power called down, he was a sight to see and he knew it. Clad in minimal armor and fabric, he needed no more protection than his adamantine tanned skin could offer from the hundreds of soldiers that tried to contain him. Surrounded by a blaze of crackling power, every blow from his hands was devastating and knocked away anyone they didn't outright obliterate. Ripples of red lightning danced off him and through the ranks, shocking people and frying weapons and electronics. Circuitry was ruined, but those shocked by the lightning were worse off, instantly finding themselves briming with sexual hunger. The few that could resist, all of them carrying the Traitor strain, couldn't contend with him alone and inevitably met their doom by his hand.

It was fun, he thought, taking down what was probably one of Naomi's elite soldiers, judging from their revealing outfit, with a concentrated burst of lustful lightning. The electrified man instantly fell to the ground, moaning and cumming, some muscle fading until a woman grabbed him and began dominating him, jacking his dick and whispering sweet nothings in his ear until he spurt again. Knowing full well none of them could stop him, Aires let himself have fun as he wrought chaos on the organization that had opposed him for so long.

Like it had been timed with his thoughts, a sudden blast knocked him backwards, a massive hole appearing in his chest in an instant. One arm was nearly torn off in its entirety, only barely still connected at the shoulder, and the rest of his body ached from the impact. Of course, it was going to take a lot more than that to kill him. Already, the muscle fibers were knitting themselves back together and new skin grew into place to cover them. Growling in anger and discomfort, Aires unleashed a blast of **** that thrust everyone near him away. A short whine was all the warning he had before another shot rocketed towards him. His amplified reflexes were enough for him to move out of the way, only dealing with the shockwave that followed.

'Grace!' he mentally called and a second later an enormous javelin of ice blitzed through the air and impacted the heavy gun that had shot Aires. A thick layer of frost crawled over it and the ground around it while more elemental spears shot into the once organized military operation, sowing further chaos. Around the edges, Aires could feel his other girls moving inward, neutralizing the last of the threat. He didn't hold back either, drawing upon Grace's priestesses' power to unleash a singular, enormous lance of crimson electricity that arched through everyone in sight and instantly stripped them naked. They all stood in shock until their minds were crushed under an ocean of need.

By the time Aires had taken a deep breath and started stalking forward, everyone he could see was fucking anyone they could reach. Even to Aires' rather desensitized mind, it was an **** sight, like they were all in heat and hopped up on aphrodisiacs. The result was incredible to see, soldiers, drivers, technicians, and officers all fucking without care for status or restraint. And Aires strode past all of them, heading for exactly one place.

"H-h-hey, yo-you can't...sir, y-y-y-you need....you...please.....oh g-god...."

"No." Aires' body expanded as he called upon his Divine powers and slipped into his god form, a sight the woman trying to stop him very, very nearly collapsed seeing. Instead, she just kind of shut down, staring at the unparalleled avatar of manliness that was walking towards her. "This is where Naomi is?" he asked, not really asking so much as confirming. The woman barely managed to nod, drool dripping from her slack lips. Smirking lazily, Aires poked her forehead just before a man came up behind her and shoved his dick in her suddenly exposed cunt. As the man's arms wrapped around her, there was nothing she could or wanted to do besides push her ass back.

Disintegrating the door to the building in front of him, Aires stepped past the very last obstacle to his goal. Inside was a pretty nice looking room, with a decent bed and a couple couches and loungers around. Only one was occupied, two naked black-haired women on top of it, one above the other. The one on top had her lips around the other's nipple, drinking with sapphic bliss and looking up at the other with adoration. The one beneath smiled softly and gently pulled the top woman's head up, smothering a satisfied moan in the process.

"Now, now, dear, don't be greedy. You already got more than anyone else. Besides, our guest is here. I need you to take care of him for me. Can you do that, sweetie?"

"Anything for you, my Lady," the top woman moaned, her muscles gaining gentle definition by the second as she got up. It was obvious the woman still on the couch was Naomi, the long sought Traitor, and the woman standing between her and Aires was the Alpha woman's last ditch attempt to stop him. Ready for what might actually be a challenge, Aires pulled a little more power into himself and tensed, making the air around himself ripple. He easily tossed a table aside and glowered at the women. Naomi smirked at him while the other girl looked lovingly at her Lady.

"Bring him to heel, darling. Show him the true strength of my gifts," Naomi said, and the increasingly defined woman nodded and finally turned away from her mistress.

"Yes, I will. For you, my Lady. I'll make him kneel and....and...." For the first time, the raven-haired girl saw Aires, looked right at him. "...f...fuck...." Stared at the face of a Divine in all his power. "...fuck me..." She looked up at him, into his burning red eyes surrounded by fiery, shifting hair, blazing with intensity and determination, and found she couldn't look away. She couldn't stop the rush of attraction she felt towards him, or the way her pussy leaked as he fully focused on her. She caught a hint of his smell, potent and unwaveringly masculine, and gasped, pushed up to the edge of climax.

"Dear, what are you doing? Fight him! He wants to hurt me, to take me from you! You have to defend me!!" Naomi yelled, sitting up on the couch with her chest covered by a loose shirt. The woman's eyes cleared a little, but that only let her focus on his enormous body, solid abs, and broad shoulders. The slight flex of his muscles as he shifted made her gasp and she wondered what such a marvelous physique must feel like beneath her fingers.

She jumped a little as he took a slow step forward, eyes locked on the shifting fabric hanging from his waist. She could see...nothing, his groin was completely covered, but she wished she could catch a glimpse of what was underneath. In fact, she really, really wanted to. Between heaving gasps, she slowly reached out her hand, though she stopped once he actually came close enough to touch.

"I don't think this slut is in any condition for that," his voice rumbled, deep and powerful. A large hand extended towards her and her breath caught. Her mind spun with the endless possibilities of what he was going to do with that hand, each more debased than the last, until his smooth but strong fingers landed on her shoulder. "Excuse me."

That touch, little more than a tap, was an electric bolt through her system, whiting out her mind and taking root in her womb. Her femininity gushed as the muscle and strength granted to her by her Lady were replaced with voluptuous curves for her new god. Her legs failed her and she fell sideways onto a couch, writhing and cumming without end for him.

"You useless bitch! What did I make you for if you can't do your damn job?! You simpering whore for cock!!" Naomi screamed from her lounger, her noble air vanishing more as the distance between her and Aires closed. "G-guards! Where are you?! Get in here! Now!! Listen to me, damn it!!"

"What are you shrieking for? Can't you see what's happening here?" Aires asked, a little nonplussed at the formerly elegant-seeming woman. "You've lost. There's no one coming to protect you because they're all fucking, just like they should be."

"No, no, they're supposed to protect me! That's why I made them! What use are they if they can't do the one damn thing they're supposed to do?! Fuck, you asshole, you ruined everything!!"

"What am I supposed to be ruining. Olympus was doomed as soon as they decided to oppose me. They should have known that when I demolished Hermes in a day. Anyone could have seen that they would never win. But you threw your lot in with them anyway, so now you get to reap the rewards."

"You...you knew? No, of course you knew. You swayed people to your side! Convinced them to betray me with debauchery. There's no other way you could have defeated all my slaves!"

"You mean like her?" Aires asked, pointing to Naomi's final attempt at stopping him, who was humping a pillow with singular focus. "No, she was just weak. Strengthening their bodies is only good if their minds are already strong. Especially with something as backwards and stupid as a chastity strain of a sex virus. And slaves? I thought you were a benevolent woman. They certainly all seemed to think so when they sacrificed themselves for you. Though they seemed to think you cared about them too, so I suppose it's not a stretch that they would be wrong about two things instead of one."

"Don't...don't speak to me, brute! My power is the perfect foil for you! I give people the strength to resist you and your perversion! They are more powerful than you!!"

"If they were, our roles would be reversed. Instead, you are at my mercy and I'm not sure I have any for you, Naomi." She flinched a little and Aires smirked cruelly. "Yes, one of your beloved slaves told me your name. Maybe they're not as loyal as you think."

"You won't break me," Naomi said imperiously, doing her best to meet the gaze of the titan in front of her. "Not like them. My power protects me from you. As long as I don't climax, you'll never gain any hold over me. And I only cum if I want to. So you lose." She managed a derisive smirk of her own. "I'll never stop opposing your insanity! No matter what you do, I'll - what the hell?!?!" Naomi cried out as Aires casually reached down and tore her shirt off her with a tug. The raven-haired woman immediately covered her nipples with her hands, her breasts far too large to hide in their entirety. "You fucking pervert! Don't you dare touch me!!"

"Drop your hands." Naomi's sharp tongue was stilled by Aires' chilling tone and, maybe for the first time since he entered the room, she felt a thrill of fear run down her spine. "You clearly don't understand, Naomi. You're going on about how I can't **** you to cum yourself into submission, but I already assumed as much. For as practically weak as your loyal servants are and as much as I hate to admit it, your abnormal strain does have strength to it. Now I see that all that strength is just focused in you, since you're a selfish, self-absorbed, cowardly woman." He paused for a second, but Naomi didn't respond, just continued to glower at him. "So what if I can't make you cum? All I need to do is make you want to cum.

"I know what you're afraid of. You're afraid of becoming a brainless whore gagging for cock and cunt. It terrifies you. Why else would the Contagion give you the power to resist? You wanted it so badly that it had **** but to give it to you. But I'll cure you of that. I will break you down, Naomi. I am going to reduce your mind to a ravaged landscape of sex and need. I'll crush you down into the whore you so desperately don't want to be."

"You'll never break me!" she shouted in his face, trying very hard to keep her voice steady. "I'll never give in to you."

"'Never' is a very long time, Naomi. You shouldn't be so rash. My solemn promise to all my women is that I will never let them down. I will always be the god they see me as and want me to be. And now, with you as my ****, I promise you this. I will break you. And then I'll do it again. And again. And again. FOREVER." His crimson, cruel, handsome, honest eyes bored into hers with indescribably intensity and the tingle of fear came back at his thrumming, Divine voice. "NOW DROP YOUR HANDS."

Naomi quailed under the god's full power, her instincts recoiling in fear. They screamed at her to do what he wanted, give him what he asked for, anything to make him stop. His presence was like a vise, slowly closing around her with unstoppable pressure. Terror bloomed in her stomach as she recognized that he wasn't going to stop. Not until she gave him what he wanted.

She held on as long as she could. She tried. Even when it started to hurt, she held firm. The pressure on her mind translated itself to pained twitches through her body, growing with intensity by the second. She winced and grit her teeth, but held on as best she could. Her heart pounded in her ears, veins stood out on her neck, breaths became unsteady. She would have closed her eyes, but she couldn't look away from Aires. From his luminous, sanguine eyes. They held hers captive, demanding his will be done and Naomi's fingers twitched in response. She wanted to resist, to not give this asshole what he wanted, but his presence was suffocating and all she could focus on. The longer it went on, the more a bead of panic grew in her heart and urged her to give in, give up, give him what he wanted, just so the mental agony would stop. She hated it, but eventually it was too much and her hands finally pulled away from her chest, clenching into fists and fully exposing her heavy chest.

Immediately, all the pressure disappeared like it had never been there and Naomi practically collapsed with relief. Her body sagged against her lounger and her eyes gratefully slid closed. She thought she would get a chance to recover, but was immediately proven wrong. "Strip," Aires commanded, his voice returned to it's previous commanding tone. She didn't resist this time, not wanting to use up all her strength on something so minor. It was embarrassing, but survivable.

For his part, Aires was decidedly hard. He couldn't help it, given the sight of his greatest annoyance exposing herself to him on his command. He didn't care, of course, his shame had long since vanished, which allowed him to fully enjoy watching Naomi submit herself to him, even if it was only in this small way. It was only a taste of things to come.

"On your knees. Your army has finished becoming mine, so we are going home. Come," Aires said, turning to leave. A few steps later, he didn't hear her following him and turned back. Naomi was on her knees as ordered, but was looking at him with confusion. "Come on." She started to get up, but Aires practically snarled at her. "No. On your knees. Come."

"How am I supposed to-"

"Crawl." Another chill went down her spine. "Whatever you were before, you're my **** now. You have no rights and no dignity. Now come. Here." **** back a willful retort and either a glower or a sob, Naomi slowly got on her hands and knees, and crawled forward. Her breasts hung heavily off her chest, not painful but uncomfortable. She reached Aires and glanced up, only to immediately return her eyes to the ground when she saw his expression. She didn't see it, but Aires' glower turned into a mean smile as soon as she wasn't looking. Cruel as it was, he was already enjoying breaking this woman down and looked forward to a lot more fun in the future.

"Now, go straight and don't stop. I want all your former loyal followers to see the new you on our way back to Othrys."