Ares thrusts into virgin territory

With a surprising bit of difficulty, Ares pulled a group of the Infected away from their endless rut, encouraging, enticing, or threatening them to get his way. It seemed that the grip of the virus on them was stronger than his own, not entirely surprising, but certainly something to be wary of. Ares reminded himself to check his own sanity, such as it was, to keep himself in control of the virus instead of the other way around.

Still, that could wait. For the moment, he smiled and led the small group of three dozen Infected he had accumulated further into the camp. The soldiers quickly singled them out, firing a hail of bullets at them from their new position away from the crushing mass of infected bodies. To their credit, they had the right idea, aiming the majority of their fire at either Ares or the two giants in the middle of the small pack. It might have worked too, if Ares wasn't next to invincible and the giants weren't designed to take the punishment.

Running with supernaturally enhanced speed, Ares crashed through the improvised blockade the scrambling soldiers had built, really nothing more than some riot shields, sandbags, and tripwires. The entire thing would have crumbled under the strength of an average Infected, and Ares was far from average.

As soon as he was through the minimalistic barricade, Ares pushed the virus into his arms and explosively extended them down the lines of soldiers on either side of him. They formed barbs and lashed at the armed men and women, each one laden with more than enough virus to transform them.

Most of the newly infected soldiers immediately gave in to their blooming desires, the ones that didn't quickly shown the error of their ways by the instant orgy around them. A few corrupted soldiers moaned and collapsed into piles of writhing flesh as their cocks and cunts shot and squirted cum around, some of it landing on others, who quickly repeated the feat. The rest of them reveled in their transformations and dove onto those close to them.

One bronze skinned Latin woman, named Stella, jerked and thrashed in the dirt, her nails clawing and tearing at her fatigues to reveal the hot flesh hidden beneath. Her thirsty pussy gushed at the sight of all the dicks spraying fresh, potent, thick seed everywhere. She had always loved the taste of cum, now she positively craved it. The sight of all that wasted jizz nearly brought tears to her eyes, but the sheer abundance of the liquid was more than enough to console her.

Stella dove at the lengthening dick of another nearby soldier, whose name she vaguely remembered to be Randall, and started sucking hard on it until it spilled its load over her tongue. She nearly lost the mouthful as the taste, a thousand times better than it had been before, sent her crashing into an instant orgasm. She only recovered the thick liquid thanks to her tongue involuntarily rolled out of her mouth. The moment her mind recovered the slightest bit, she started slurping as much of the gooey sperm up, relishing in the feeling of it rolling down her throat.

Stella only let up on her sucking when the muscular man's cock stopped filling her mouth with the delicious liquid. She savored the last of the load in her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue before letting it trickle down her throat. She went back for more, but the man had rushed towards a pale, black-haired girl named Kylie and had pushed her to the ground. She wasn't infected yet, but if the man's rock hard erection was any indication, she would be soon.

Randall shredded the other woman's clothes, revealing her firm, slap-able ass. He wasted no time in taking advantage of it either, bringing his large palm down on the tight globe with a smack. Kylie grunted with surprise, but could do nothing to prevent the hand from coming down again, sending ripples through her delicious butt. Kylie's scrunched face contorted into surprise when she felt the head of Randall's lengthy shaft press against her cunt lips and visibly shivered when he pushed inside.

Stella watched eagerly, her attention divided between the slowly fucking couple and the new rod firing its divine spunk down her esophagus. She released the cock with a pop, letting the unknown man pursue new prey as she crawled towards Randall and Kylie. The black-haired woman looked to Stella for help, but the infected woman had none for her fellow woman. Instead, she rolled onto her back and pulled herself underneath Kylie's kneeling body, hands latching onto slowly plumping thighs as her jizz-slick tongue probed the other soldier's quim as she was fucked. Her tongue quickly found the engorged nub at the end of Kylie's pussy and rolled it, tasting the mixture of precum and feminine fluids that was pushed out of her slot.

Kylie was trying desperately to hold onto some splinter of her breaking mind and identity, but the cock in her pussy was overwhelming her. What had started as slightly uncomfortable had become the source of all pleasure, and Stella's tongue joining in was sending her flying towards orgasm. She felt her pussy clench and flutter, a sure sign of her peaking pleasure, and looked back over her shoulder at Randall. The man was pure sexual power, his face sharp and masculine, body covered in muscles that rippled as he thrust into her. His mouth was spread into a wide grin and his eyes practically glowed with lust and gleeful energy. Kylie's mouth opened involuntarily, her lips plump and shimmering as a low moan slipped out. She watched as Randall's eyes widened and felt a thick rope of jizz fill her cavity. The hot sperm was the last thing she felt before her own pleasure exploded and she fell onto her forearms, body shaking as it was transformed into sinful perfection.

Nearby, another black haired girl, a few years younger than Kylie, was being baptized in cum by a hulking, tan-skinned man that used to be the same size as her. Now, she was helplessly sucking on his cock between massive jets of jizz that covered her face and hair, and dripped down onto and between her growing tits, the former B's stretching past perky D's. The remains of her tactical gear, was scattered around her, torn away by the man that now pumped an endless supply of sperm onto her from his thick, meaty dick. The tattoos she had gotten when she turned twenty, a poem written in a flowing script and a flock of birds, were changing into the mad ramblings of a woman cumming her brains out and a series of lines that gave the impression of a woman in the throes of ecstasy. The girl's own mind was just as empty, stuck between helpless desire and cumming, consigning her to a fulfilled life of being used as a living cum dump.

Ares saw every soldier's transformation even as he continued to storm forwards, pulling what Infected he could with him as he pushed deeper into the camp. He knew once he got far enough, recovery would be impossible. He just had to get there before Hermes realized they were about to lose and took drastic measures.

The charging king of the virus continued to throw out his lashing tendrils as he pushed on, spreading the virus and chaos further. Everywhere he went, he left rutting infected humans behind and increased his attack ****. Now numbered over a hundred, Ares took stock of his position, searching for a target that would give him a further edge over the panicking army.