Aphrodite aches for satisfaction

Aphrodite watched happily as the aquatic orgy grew, more people being sucked underwater and into the virus' embrace by the minute. But a familiar **** ache was growing inside her, an unceasing hunger for her love and god. Once more, she was reminded that no one else could compare to him, the boy her past self loved wrapped up in the sexy body of a deity. Her nethers moistened even further at the thought, and she immediately starting propelling herself towards the surface.

Of course, being at the epicenter of an orgy did have its downsides. Numerous men and women immediately saw her as a free target and rushed towards her, eager to sate their own needs with her body. Single minded in her goal, Aphrodite didn't realize they were closing in until a strong hand closed around her nimble tail. She jerked to a stop, looking down to see a man with four arms and three cocks drooling over her heavenly mermaid body.

The queen was about to shake him off when another man grabbed her head and **** his girthy dick into her mouth. A second later, hungry mouths attached to her tits, suckling her desperately. As a dick slipped into her cunt, Aphrodite was tempted to bask in the bliss they gave her, but the knowledge of the unmatched bliss Ares could give her steeled her resolve. She thrashed to get away, but that only spurred her attackers on, her unwillingness fueling their urge to dominate and fuck.

'How dare they,' Aphrodite thought, fury coiling in her mind. 'How dare they keep me from my king. Insolent whelps, how dare you!!' she screamed mentally, unwittingly translating her anger into a mental shout that echoed in the Infected's minds. Their base, pleasure addled minds recoiled in horror at the unbridled rage that was being focused on them, their hands and lusts momentarily retreating.

'Away,' she commanded, and the water surrounding her pulsed in response. The Infected fucking and groping her were instantly thrust back, pushed violently away from the goddess by the water they swam in. Their hazy brains struggled with the sudden, inexplicable change, only to be thrown into chaos again a moment later.

"Cum," Aphrodite commanded, and their bodies suddenly exploded with orgasm. They screamed, torn between pain and pleasure by the instantaneous and all-consuming order their bodies had **** but to follow. They thrashed and yelled, cumming ceaselessly into the virus-polluted water. Aphrodite watched them for a moment, considering doing something to help them, but quickly decided to ignore them. They hadn't shown her, their queen and goddess, the proper respect, and now they would pay for it. No longer caring about her dissuaded capturers, she set out for the surface once again.

Upon reaching the shore, Aphrodite's tail split effortlessly back into two gorgeously sculpted legs as she walked out of the crashing waves. A quick look around revealed just how far the virus had spread since she went underwater. Groups having sex were cropping up all over the place, bimbos roamed around until a cock pulled their attention, muscular hunks tackled women to the ground, gorgeous sluts seduced men into their pussies, and a growing number of amphibious creatures were crawling out of the water. Cries of joy, rapture, and ecstasy floated through the air, the sounds forming a melody of lust that was music to Aphrodite's ears.

But none of them were Ares, her love, and so she started walking the beach, conjuring a sexy lattice of string and thin fabric on her body that served to emphasize her supernatural curves more than hide them. She wanted to look perfect for her hunk of a mate, and while she knew naked sluttery turned him on (like any man), but a real woman knew the merits of concealing to entice. Ares could never resist her in the first place and the sexy, overflowing bikini would only ensure that.

A minute later, she saw him, across the sand with another woman trailing in his footsteps, looking very similar to that Evelith he had enslaved. He stood there, looking around, his stature huge, imposing, and intimidating, radiating the confidence of one who knew they were sex on legs. His muscles shone and rippled with every step and flex, inviting tongues to be run across them. His arms were huge, hands powerful and promising a frim grip, shoulders wide and musclebound, face sex incarnate, and between his legs hung the cock of champions, the one any woman would debase herself endlessly for.

And then he saw her, fierce eyes fixing on her with all the devotion and focus of a man recognizing the woman he loved and the one he would fuck endlessly. His gaze made Aphrodite whimper with want, need, and torturous lust.

Still, she didn't cave, not immediately. She stepped forward, throwing even more sway into the swing of her hips. With each strut, she popped her chest, making her giant tits heave, jiggle, and bounce. She kept her eyes fixed firmly on Ares, holding him captive with them even from a distance.

Her eye-catching walk didn't just draw his eyes though. All around her, men were scrambling frantically to reach her, to hold her, grope her, fuck her, and breed her. Aphrodite mentally pushed them away the same way she had those underwater, but the sheer number of them threatened to overwhelm her, until a roaring rush of wind blasted them all away, the torrent of air barely touching Aphrodite and stemming from Ares' outstretched hand.

Smiling in a way she knew would drive him wild, Aphrodite continued her slow walk towards him, gradually closing the distance between them. She watched as his cock swiftly rose to prominence, luring her in closer with its carnal promise. Its allure proved too much for Aphrodite's self control, and she sped up her last few steps, until she was chest to chest with her god and lover, their bodies centimeters apart.

"My hero," Aphrodite whispered. "How could I ever thank someone so gallant and strong?"