Movement on the perimeter, lots of it

Ares' mind rippled through his rejuvenated horde, flitting from one viral body to another, each one pushing another rush of desire into his head. The harpies flying overhead had to **** themselves to look ahead to avoid staring at all the juicy cocks down below that they desired, particularly those of the giants that took huge lumbering steps, carrying huge pieces of wood and metal with them as improvised weapons and armor. The cat men and woman prowled through the ranks of the normal Infected, teasing and stroking at bodies before backing off, leaving quite a few of the oversexed people right on the edge of orgasm. The multicolored slime-morphs similarly teased those that they had chosen to attach themselves to, their forms ill suited to traveling on their own. A scattering of demons, monsters, futas, and parasite infested Mindless were spread through the walking mass of corrupted bodies, the horde's attention focused on the approaching barricade.

Ares pulled his mind back to himself, his powerful body walking at the head of the perverse army. He peered through the faint predawn light towards the swiftly erected wall surrounding the Hermes base. He watched intently as the barrier crawled with men and women, all waiting for him. He couldn't help but smirk. They hoped to stop him, but they had lost their battle as soon as he realized the virus' potential. He saw the moment they noticed the horde, panic immediately spreading across the barricade and into the camp behind it.

Ares loosed a feral, lusty growl in anticipation. A single mental call was all it took for the horde to break, rushing forward towards fresh, untainted flesh. The more beastial types, particularly the new feline hybrids, broke out ahead of the rest, swiftly reaching the makeshift wall and climbing over it. They prioritized disarming and incapacitating, sometimes claiming cocks and pussies if they had time before more soldiers rushed them. The oncoming waves were attacked from above by the taloned, buxom harpies, claws slashing at faces and shoulders, occasionally grabbing someone by the shoulders to raise them up before dropping them.

It was a testament to their organization that the other soldiers on the line held firm. Machine gun fire ripped into the spreading horde, the bulk of it swiftly following the vanguard over the walls. The gigantified men, roared, drawing a majority of the attention to them. A few bullets did nothing to slow their charge as they plowed through and over the wall. Some used their makeshift armor, others were protected by male and female slimes. More of the amorphous creatures crawled through the newly made holes, tendrils reaching out for anyone that had survived the ****, either penetrating their holes or holding them down for one of the normal Infected to take.

No one was spared as the horde rolled into the encampment. With every soldier that fell, the horde grew stronger, the virus spreading like lightning. Men yelled and jerked, hips pumping as they came and tore out of their uniforms, muscles increasing to three times their former size. The women met a similar fate, their thoughts replaced with the perfect knowledge of an experienced whore. Growing tits sent buttons flying, forming exquisite, scintillating crevasses of cleavage. Likewise, their butts stretched their pants tight before they tore at the seams, revealing soft, smooth skin of every color.

Each and every one of the transformed soldiers wasted no time turning on their once and future brethren, eagerly filling holes to bless them with the gift of mindless pleasure. The first and foremost barrier to Ares' success collapsed within minutes, the newly infected soldiers turning their lustful gazes inward.

Ares finished spraying a load over the shocked faces of two women, whose expressions immediately twisted into looks of pure degeneracy as they worked to suck the remnants of his orgasm off of each other.

Their corrupter watched for a minute, delighting in the way their breasts pushed them away from each other as they grew, before turning away himself and taking stock of the situation. He could barely read anything from the human minds surrounding him, any useful information consumed by fear, anger, horror, and a hundred other emotions. Through his grip on the Infected though, he managed to keep track of what was going on.

The mob of overwhelmingly sexy Infected had spread across the length of the encampment, but hadn't gone very far into it, only as far as was necessary to find an unclaimed victim. As important as overwhelming the majority of the small army was, neutralizing their leadership before they could react took priority. The last thing Ares needed was to be bombed again.

Otherwise, he was extremely pleased with how well his plan had come together, a feeling that only became stronger as he shoved his hard shaft between a woman's split legs, screams of pleasure flowing from the willing victim. Caught up in the **** pleasure of sex and transformation, the female soldier was locked in place as claws grew from her fingers and fangs dropped out of her mouth, leaving her with a somewhat beastial appearance. The woman's slitted eyes darted around frantically once Ares pulled out of her, the searching orbs landing on a fleeing soldier and the cock straining his pants. With supernatural speed, she tackled him to the ground and freed his penis with a few deft slashes before slipping it past her fangs and into her throat.

His lusts momentarily sated, Ares glanced around before spreading his mind across the horde, ignoring the occasional bullet that hit him, courtesy of the slowly reorganizing army. The virus was quickly spreading through the unprepared camp, consuming everyone in its path, delayed only by the amount of time it took to corrupt them. On its own, the infection would be thorough in its complete overtaking of the military ****, but Ares didn't have the patience to wait. Tapping into the many minds of the swarming horde, his consciousness touched them, feeling their boundless horniness and perversion. His to control, if he could momentarily shake them out of their orgiastic mindset as they ran wild.