With a variety of responses, including a violent one

Aires sat on Lacie's mostly clean chair as he flipped through various websites on his snatched phone. Everyone, from news sites and blogs to forums and conspiracy webpages, was talking about the virus, or as some people had taken to calling it, the Contagion, which he had to admit he liked. Time would tell if the name caught on, but the name wasn't as important as the massive amount of buzz that surrounded it. He was trending on a dozen sites, including a number of porn ones, and the original video of his interview and infection of Lacie had reached over a billion views before getting erased. Not that it mattered, the video had already been copied, edited, saved, and reposed a thousand times over. He had known the ripples the video made would be massive, but even he didn't expect such an enormous response. But if nothing else, two things were certain. First, everyone knew about him and what the virus could do. And second, Olympus would definitely mount a response. After all, he had just told them exactly where he was.

"Zoe, Evelith, finish up, we have work to do," Aires commanded, tossing the stolen phone to the side, no longer needing it. He glanced over to where his servant and **** were tangled in a pile with Lacie and her neighbor, all working each other over with mouths and hands.

"Hear that Eveilth, Master said to finish. You don't want to disappoint your master, do you?" Zoe said, voice pitched with her rising climax. Her sister was beneath her, head squeezed between the shapeshifting servant's thighs and frantically eating cunt.

"Yes Master, yes, YES, YEESSSS!!" the blonde cockslave screamed, her body cumming from Aires' command. Zoe followed a second later, pushed over in the same way. By the time they were done, they were panting heavily and thirsty for more, but obediently disentangled themselves and stood by their god.

"Thanks for you help, Lacie, I hope the compensation was appropriate," Aires said over his shoulder as he walked towards the door. He didn't expect an answer and didn't get one, his interviewer far too busy cumming to really notice them leaving. Still, that was kind of an answer in and of itself.

Out in the street again, the trio walked among the crowds of people, both infected and not, though the number of the former was rapidly increasing. It seemed people were already taking his advice and embracing the Infected with open arms and open legs. He saw a number of people stripping their clothes off willingly and waiting to be noticed by a carrier of the virus. Funniest of all were those who wanted to make use of the Infected without becoming so themselves though. Aires didn't see many, but those he did earned a chuckle from him. One man was of particular note, jerking himself off onto a dark-haired girl's face as she desperately tried to get her mouth around his cock but was held back by his hand gripping her hair.

The man's strength was failing though, while the woman was only encouraged by the small spurts of cum on her tongue. As he watched, the man's grip slackened just enough for the woman to slip free and finally slam down on his dick. After that, he had far fewer oppositions to more sluts offering to suck him off.

"What are we doing, Aires?" Zoe asked after a bit of walking, which impressively didn't devolve into sex.

"We are waiting," he said calmly, watching as a girl was dragged out of her car by a trio of short men with absurdly huge dicks.

"Okay, but for what? You said we had work to do but we're not doing anything."

"Yes, fortunately our 'work' is coming to us. I sent up a beacon for Olympus to find us when we broadcasted that video and I want to deal with whatever response they can come up with before anything else. Fortunately, I doubt they'll be long."

As if in response to Aires' words, the slowly growing sound of an aircraft rumbled in the air, becoming louder by the second. The Divine and his two Alpha girls all stopped and looked for the plane which quickly appeared and hovered overhead like some sci-fi hybrid jet. Five figures quickly descended on ropes, landing a little ways away, after which the plane reeled in the lines and zipped away, leaving the street just as quiet as it had been before.

"They must not have much confidence in your success if they're leaving you behind already," Aires called out to the newly arrived quintet as he looked them over. Three men, two women, none of them overly extraordinary, all wearing an interesting mashup of military gear and a modern take on medieval armor. The men were muscled, the girls the same to a lesser degree. They were all attractive enough, though hardly worth remarking on for Aires' elevated standards. They did feel reasonably powerful though, particularly the man leading the group. What really made him smile though were the man and woman at the back, both looking around at his Infected with the barest hint of hunger in their eyes. Whether they knew it or not, their five-on-three was really a three-on-three.

"They'll be back as soon as they eliminate those leaving the city," the leader called, unsheathing a short sword while his companions pulled out weapons that looked like they belonged either at a renaissance festival or in a secret high-tech armory. "Which gives us more than enough time to take out you three."

"Hmm, interesting. I'm curious about something though, so let's put that on hold a minute: what's with the mixed cosplay you've got going on? Going for a modern, classical vibe? Because it kind of works, honestly?"

"I don't like it, looks like it would be too hard to get out of. Unless you've got a secret opening for your cock," Zoe said, looking over the man in front with the usual lust in her eyes. "If not, it's horribly impractical."

"I don't need stoop to such vulgarity, not when my Lady sustains me. Her power has blessed our armor and weapons with the strength to fight you and your perversion," the leading man said proudly, brandishing his sword grandly.

"Yeah, alright, go ahead and prop yourself up. Your 'Lady' doesn't know the first thing about her power. About MY power. She's even more a slaver than I am."

"She's given us freedom! From you and your insanity. You'd have us moaning in the dirt, while she lets us keep our humanity!" The woman in the back suddenly exclaimed. She was one of the two that were looking around at the orgies that surrounded them. That is to say, a prime target.

"Yes, and which would you prefer, girl: losing your 'humanity' or never being able to orgasm again? Never touching yourself, never feeling a delicate mouth on your nipples, utterly unable to taste that sweet culmination of what it truly means to be human again. Who's the one offering you freedom again?"

"Don't listen to him, Kayla! This monster's tempting words will never succeed in swaying us from the path our Lady has laid before us!" The leader shouted, hefting his sword for what must have been the third time.

"Yeah, well this 'monster' has a lot more than just words. Any woman would be lucky to be his. Trust me, I know," Zoe purred, practically moaned. "And it's not just him. Any Infected man, hell, any Infected person, period, could easily get themselves a crowd of people to fuck them, and they'd only need to walk down the street." Aires grinned, glad Zoe was observant enough to pick up on what he had in mind. Judging from the wide eyes of the other man he had pegged as weak, it was working.

"Enough talk, fiend. I will destroy you, just as the Lady commands, and put a stop to your madness!"

"Well, there's clearly no convincing you. For the other four of you, I promise that if you stay back and wait your turn, I'll give you rapture unlike any other and let you keep your sanity too. And I also promise that's far better than the fate of any who choose to fight me and mine."

"You will do nothing but feel the sting of our blades! Now, charge!!" the boisterous man in front yelled, raising his sword above his head in the grandest gesture yet and charging forward with supernatural speed. Two of his comrades joined him, but the man and woman at the back, Kayla and the other, stayed right where they were.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. The man practically threw his shimmering broadsword down and stripped off his armor as quickly as he could. As Zoe predicted, it was rather hard to get off, but he managed it with impressive speed. In short order, he was naked, utterly erect, and very nearly feral if the look in his eyes was any indication. He reached for his dick, stopping just short of grabbing it, before steeling himself and wrapping his fingers around his meat. He moaned instantly and bolted straight towards where a group of sluts were prowling for cock. They welcomed him with open arms and soaked pussies that he practically dove into. In seconds, he was cumming for all he was worth, stripped of his Lady's power, and happier than he had ever been. The same went for the girls, who were cooing over him and each other, playfully arguing over who got to take him next.

"Zach, you traitor! Kayla, what are you waiting for? Fight! For our Lady!!" the uproarious man cried, looking back at the frozen woman. Kayla stared back with wide eyes, just barely shaking her head as her futuristic **** rifle fell from limp fingers. "Kayla, NOW!!"

"I can't. I can't, Jason. He's right, I want it so bad. I want to touch myself again. I want to kiss someone again." The leading man, apparently named Jason, looked at his comrade for a moment with disappointment before fire flashed in his eyes.

"You're a failure, Kayla. You don't deserve the Lady's gifts. I'll deal with you later. Mariah, Leon, with me!!" Jason continued his charge, his two remaining teammates rushing with him.

"I'll ensure you're rewarded, Kayla, just as soon as I'm done destroying these three," Aires rumbled, greenish energy swirling around his body as golden ornaments clasped around his bulging, rippling muscles. He grinned ferally, the primal side of him fully awakened by the lure of a fight, and his chaotic red hair raged behind him. He was going to fight something and then he was going to fuck something, and then repeat as much as was necessary. A fierce snarl escaped him and then he leapt towards the approaching trio with clawed hands and roaring magic.