Mira and Michael search the four assassins hiding in the outskirts of the mansion

“Targets?” Uma muttered, looking through the visor of her sniper rifle.

“I localized one of the leaders I think,” Luca’s voice sounded through the communication-device. “A blonde futa-whore. Second floor, north-side.”

“Affirmative,” the voice of Melina sounded to Uma. “She seems to be in charge or something. Everyone steps back from her when she walks with her fat cock through the corridors.”

“This slutty maid stays at her back all the time,” Luca noted. “And this futa-fox-slut is indeed Lucy Lovet.”

“Fuck sake,” Uma muttered. “The fuck did she got here?”

“Dunno,” Luca grumbled. “Fact is, she is now a mindless creature as well.”

“Do you really think they are a danger?” the last of the team, Angie asked through the coms. “I mean, yes, they are part of the blight, but they stay here. They don’t threaten anyone.”

“So far,” Uma sighed and looked with her rifle over the big estate of the mansion. From the tree she sat on, she had an excellent view over the big front of the Milton mansion. In the lit windows, she could see people moving and it was very obvious what they all were doing. Uma was a young woman with black hair, currently clothed in a dark and green ghillie suit. Different to other Olympus operatives, they had this more modern outfit to be perfectly camouflaged in the woods. The usual more medieval piece of 'uniform' would limit their movements and especially their disguise from unwanted eyes.

She and her team of Olympus-infiltrators were sent to investigate the mansion. After nearly an army of naked people marched to this estate, Olympus and especially the Lady had been very interested in this certain building. Perhaps it was some kind of operational base now. Or a spot where the blight of the virus could make even more sex-crazed people. Maybe it was the base of some Alpha who might help Olympus.

Uma and her three friends were just ordered to watch and observe the situation. The rest of the army was marching against the guy calling himself Aires, who caused all the shit they were now in. Uma and her friends were infected, but the Lady did teach them a few tricks to repress their permanent horniness. As special forces of Olympus, their task was the elimination of anyone who could threaten humankind, but right now, they had to be the cautious ones. The army of naked people was maybe still somewhere in the mansion and who knows what else lurked in this infested mansion.

“There she is again, from the gardens,” Luca’s voice interrupted Uma’s thoughts and she immediately looked through at the spot he said.

From the gardens, a woman strolled toward the mansion. She had scarlet-red hair, her complexion was strangely green and the flowers and ranks on her body gave her even more the appearance of a living flower. Uma watched how the nearly nude woman went to the mansion and ignored conscientiously the horny thoughts in her brain.

Her nipples in the tight leather outfit felt wonderfully sensitive again and Uma repressed the urge to squeeze her soft breasts. She couldn’t gave in the temptations.

“Target on her way back to the mansion,” Uma muttered. “Still no one else there?”

“Nope,” Melina’s voice sounded to her. “The garden over there is way too dense. I can’t see shit.”

“Dawn will come soon,” Uma said and looked to the slowly brightening clouds in the distant. “We need to sleep before the day starts. I would say we take a break, get to Angie and sleep a bit.”

“Agreed,” Melina’s relieved voice sounded through them. “I’m on my way.”

“Good,” Angie said and Uma heard that she was relieved too. “I am waiting at my spot.”

“Affirmative,” Luca said as well. “Don’t want to look at these sluts fucking each other any longer. Makes my cock throb unnecessarily.”

The com crackled and Uma turned her own off as well.

Then she closed her eyes and cursed Luca in her thoughts. It was hard enough to watch these people in the mansion in their coital pleasure, to hear now of Luca’s hard and rigid cock, only begging for pussy, wasn’t the thing she wanted to hear.

How he would feel inside her…how good she would feel…

Uma stared to the mansion and fought a hard battle with herself. She was used to it, but it was nonetheless one of the most difficult things she ever had to do. Not thinking on sex or arousing when her whole body was telling her to fuck now, was extremely hard.

Hard like Luca’s cock…

“No,” Uma muttered to herself and slapped her own face. “You are on a mission. Focus.”

She holstered her rifle behind her back and slipped down from the tree she standing in. Then she turned to left and carefully walked through the little forest the four assassins hid in. While she walked Uma’s focused on not thinking any sexual thing, her thoughts went back to the mission. They still waited for the fifth member, Elena, when Uma reminded correctly.

Would she be just as good looking as Melina with her pink hairs? Or would she have bigger tits than Angie? Or maybe she would smell so tempting like Luca. Lucy and his thick, throbbing…

Uma stopped her walk and pressed her hands on the head, breathing in and out very slowly.

“Stop. Thinking. About. Sex,” She said angrily to herself. “You need to focus. You need to be focused or you are in danger”

“Trouble keeping yourself together?”

Uma jumped out of her thoughts as the female voice sounded directly above her, but before she could do more than look up, her arms got pulled behind her back and she got heaved in air. Uma wanted to scream, but hot shadows tangled her body entirely and engulfed her throat.

But it was getting even worse: the hotness of the shadows that held her in place grew under her clothes and made her instincts boiling. Her lust was there again, the feeling she suppressed the last few days, stronger than ever before. Uma whimpered as she felt the urge to plunge her fingers inside her fast dampening crotch.

In her struggle, she didn’t even notice the naked woman with the dark wings who looked at her spitefully or the pale man who was responsible for her capture.

“Who is she?” Mira asked and watched with antipathy how the woman squirmed in Michael's touch.

“Uma,” Michael answered, his three shadow-tentacles slowly wandering over the assassin's most sensitive spots. “She is quite struggling with her mission. Always thinks about her companions and how good it would feel to fuck them.”

“Naughty slut,” Mira cooed, slowly walking to Uma and watching the woman with narrowed eyes. “Very naughty slut. Aren’t you, Uma?”

As Mira spoke the name, Uma finally managed to look at her only to whimper even more. Her eyes were filled with desire and fear simultaneously and Mira knew the look well.

“Say it, my dear,” Mira purred, slowly tracing one long finger over the shivering chest of the still clothed woman. “Say what you are.”

Michael behind her loosened the tentacle that shut Uma’s mouth. The second Uma could speak again, the woman let out a groan full of desire. Then, as if she noticed what she had done, she widened her eyes and closed her mouth immediately.

“Do it,” Mira said as Uma continued to stare at her fearfully. “Say it. You know that you are a naughty girl. Come on. Don’t make me kiss the words out of your mouth.”

Mira had come very close to Uma and now laid her arms around the captured woman’s neck, staring into the grey eyes with her own shadowed ones. Mira was now so close to Uma that their tits touched and Mira didn’t need Michael's feelings to feel the desire. Uma was so wet that Mira was sure her ghillie-suit got soaked in pussy juice.

“Say it,” Mira whispered softly, staring deep and luscious into Uma’s eyes. “Say 'I am a naughty, little slut.' Do it. Or you will regret it.”

Uma’s lips trembled and Mira knew what troubled her. She fought a inner fight against the virus' temptations inside her. But this wasn’t a fight Uma could win. Not when the virus itself entangles you and its heralds want you to fall back into its lusty depths.