Time to check on Central Command

Watching the chaos around him, Ares decided that whatever tricks Hermes might have up its sleeve, they wouldn't be able to stand against himself and half of their own army as crazy, lusty monsters. And if there was one thing he knew, it was that officials were rarely as competent as those they commanded.

Stalking towards the center-most area of the camp, where the command buildings were, Ares continued to monitor the collapse of Hermes' operation. Every conceivable sex act was taking place around him as he walked, each new victim, willing or not, feeding the virus further. With the increased number of Infected that he commanded, he hoped he would soon be able to roll over cities and absorb the population. He looked forward to it and the raw debauchery it would bring.

Finally reaching the command area, Ares watched as a few either particularly lusty, adventurous, or hard to satisfy Infected rushed around, ducking into buildings. It was easy to tell if they found someone. If they didn't, they came back out seconds later. If not, no one came out and the loud sounds of sex quickly followed. Out of curiosity, Ares peeked into one building that a stumbling, hot brunette with the bottom half of her dress torn open had just ducked into. A man sat behind a desk, pants around his ankles as a blonde in a way too small secretary outfit sucked him off, her voluminous cleavage pulling her white shirt to near transparency as they tried to escape. The brunette rushed over even as her legs merged together into a long snake tail, dropping down next to her sister in slutdom just in time to catch the man's blasting semen, his testicles swelling endlessly with more cum.

Leaving the trio to their threesome, the king did a quick scan of the area. It seemed most of the leaders were still in too much disarray to realize the danger they were in, but Ares saw a few of the apparently smarter people escaping ahead of the main body of the Infected ****. One man in particular, a short guy with grey and black hair, carried himself with a distinct air of authority and seemed to command the respect of the other dozen people with him. Realizing he was probably looking at the general commander of the army, Ares immediately launched himself at the entourage to head them off.

To the eyes of the group of fleeing leaders, it probably looked like he had just appeared in front of them. The few of them that carried guns pointed them at him, only to be immediately thrown to the side, limbs broken and bodies twisted out of shape. Maybe if one of the Infected took pity on them and fucked them, they'd live. Regardless, they weren't Ares' concern.

Once again moving at super speed, Ares appeared in front of the man with the commanding presence. A quick probing of his mind, something he had gotten a bit better at, revealed him as Lucian Nord and that he was indeed the main officer on the base. The powerful king of the virus easily grabbed him by the front of the shirt and lifted him off the ground, very aware of the terrified stares of the remaining members of the party, particularly two pretty and identical blondes.

"You're the one causing me so much trouble," Ares said, his deep voice hanging heavily in the air. Lucian, already a good two heads shorter than the king, couldn't do anything other than hang in Ares' grip and respond.

"Yes," he said shortly, his tactical mind running through possible escape scenarios. He couldn't find any.

"I appreciate that you admit it," Ares said, examining the smaller man. "It does make this easier. I thought for a while about how to punish you. I could erase your intelligence, leave you a husk of a man or a rabid sex beast, but it seems a waste to ruin such a talented mind. Plus I need your knowledge. But I couldn't just let you become one of the Infected, that can almost be seen as a reward." A cruel smile appeared on his face, sending chills through the spines of the few people left of the group. "But I've decided. I only need your mind, not the rest of you. So I'm just going to take it. I honestly don't know what's going to happen to you afterwards, but I look forward to finding out."

Before Lucian could say anything, Ares jammed his finger into the older man's forehead, piercing directly into his brain. Immediately, all of Lucian's knowledge started flowing into Ares. Childhood memories, first crush, battle plans, favorite foods, and fetishes all became readily available to him. Most interesting to the viral king though was his knowledge of Hermes, its personnel, and their plans, as well as the man's own tactical way of thinking.

Satisfied he had gotten everything he needed, Ares pulled his finger out of the man's head, dropping him to the ground a second later. He didn't react, not in the slightest, entirely catatonic from the experience. And then he just stopped. His brain ceased functioning, lungs stopped, heart ground to a halt.

'Shame,' Ares thought offhandedly before entirely disregarding the now dead commander. He had more important things to deal with. Two things specifically. He knew who was the main representative of Hermes in the camp was and where they were. He'd have to act quickly to keep them from escaping. The other thing, however, was the two blondes who were backing away from him, clearly twins. He very much wanted to ravish them and make them scream.