Find his queen

"...and what's that, Master?" Zoe asked once she could finally breathe again. She scooped up a drop of Ares' semen from the corner of her mouth and plopped it in her mouth. She couldn't think of a reason she should waste even a single drop of her god's cum.

"As good as you are, my slutty Zoe, I need my queen. I need someone to properly fuck," he said, rising from the infected pool and giving the orgiastic surroundings a look before starting back towards the beach.

"You can fuck any woman, I know they'd be happy to. Or you can fuck me if you want, Master. As much as you want. I'm sure I can satisfy you."

"Thank you, little Zoe," Ares said, gently stroking her face even as his touch made her twitch with climax. "But I much prefer you sane, and you certainly wouldn't be if really let loose. And while I'm sure any normal woman would die to fuck me, I'm pretty sure that's exactly what would happen, and I'd prefer to avoid that."

"That's okay," Zoe said, eagerly pressing her sultry body against him and grinding her snatch on his muscular leg. "I don't care if I go crazy, I already am just thinking that you aren't fully satisfied. I'll do whatever you want, Master, even if it kills me."

"Thank you," Zoe's god said, a genuinely nice smile on his face. "But I'd never deny myself of such a devoted and sexy servant," he said, pinching one of her nipples and making her squirt, his words, equally kind and possessive, combining with his touch to make her cum hard.

Ares strode powerfully towards the beach, examining the spread of the virus. Those infected by the food stand had clearly not been idle, and many of the beach-goers were lost in viral bliss, with their number growing by the second. As he walked along the beach, he saw countless different couplings. Two men were tackled by the whores that used to be their girlfriends, each one taking the other's man. A trio of futas were making out and grinding their new, jizzing lengths against each other. A woman was dragged into the water by some tentacled thing, no doubt the work of his beloved. And there, standing on the edge of the surf, was Aphrodite.

She was wrapped in a multi-layered bikini that still couldn't hope to conceal her utter sensuality. Her long golden hair flowed freely around her, momentarily concealing the swells and curves of her body. As always, she was a top-heavy hourglass, her tits beyond the human and even pushing the limits of the Infected with their sheer perfection in bounce, sway, heft, size, perkiness, and roundness. Her ass was tight and large as always, with her hips just wide enough to have that small gab between her bountiful thighs. She seemed created to tempt him, so perfect was her seduction.

Steadily, she began walking towards him, though maybe strut was the better term. She stared him down as her body jiggled and bounced with ever step, eyes begging him to lose himself in her supple swaying. He drank her in, ignoring everything else around him in favor of the heavenly vision of his goddess.

His view was rudely interrupted by his horde though, their sex crazed minds drawn to the very concept incarnate in his queen. Their filthy hands reached to possess her for themselves, needing to sink their hands into her voluptuous flesh. An uncontrollable rage rose up in him as Aphrodite struggled to keep them at bay. They dared to try to take what was his, and he would not accept that.

Acting on instinct, Ares threw his hand out towards Aphrodite, and an instant later, a funnel of wind roared from his hand to split the horde in front of him, clearing a path directly to the epitome of his lust. He was surprised, but only until Aphrodite's sumptuous walk drained his world back down to the pop of her hips and bounce of her tits. She came closer and closer, moving slowly and increasing his lust by the second. His bare cock rose swiftly as she closed in on him, rising for the queen.

Finally, with a few final, quick steps, she was in front of him, her tits less than an inch from his muscle-hardened chest. Her eyes begged him to fuck her, rut her, breed her, drown in her overwhelming femininity.

"My hero," she whispered, voice lilting, playful, and full of desire. "How could I ever thank someone so gallant and strong?"