She won't admit it, but she doesn't want to

Evelith's vision continued to waver between dark and sudden clarity as the oxygen deprivation heightened the feelings coming from the rest of her body. She could feel her breasts moving slightly every time she inhaled for air, the firm nubs at their tips sending jolts through her. Worse though was the gushing of her pussy, a new flow of liquid soaking her skirt every time the pressure on her neck let up. Her pleasure spiked higher and higher each time Ares loosened his grip on her throat, until she was left whimpering on the edge of orgasm.

"You really are an impressive woman," Ares said, only half heard thanks to the nearly **** state Evelith was in. "I would have thought you'd give in immediately. Still, I can tell you're close. Now, be a good girl and open up." The spongy head of his dick prodded at her lips, dripping blobs of precum onto them. The taste only made resisting harder for the woman, everything in her wanting to give in to Ares' powerful commands. Still, she fought against it, even when Ares' grip increased, nearly plunging her into unconsciousness.

Just as the last hints of light faded from her eyes, Ares let go of her neck entirely, allowing a flood of blood and hormones to rush into Evelith's brain. Unable to control herself any longer, she took a deep, gasping breath, giving her a lungful of fresh oxygen and giving Ares exactly what he wanted.

Without hesitation, the viral king pushed his cock into her open mouth, releasing a gout of precum that immediately coated the woman's mouth.

"Good girl," Ares said quietly, stroking Evelith's cheek and continuing all the way down to one of her small breasts, tweaking the nipple capping it through her clothes. He chuckled at the throaty moan that vibrated around his cock, thrusting a little deeper but otherwise just holding his hard length in place. Curious to see what her skin looked like, Ares pulled open her business suit. Tanned expanses of soft flesh lay underneath, gently sloping upward as her small breasts rose and fell with her heaving breaths. The small mounds were hidden by a fancy white bra, covering them in their entirety.

"So little here, and so well covered. Though not for long. Serve me Evelith, and you'll find yourself well rewarded. Or don't and I'll use you like a toy until you beg to worship my cock." The woman mumbled something around her mouthful of meat, the words lost but their meaning clear. "The second option then," Ares said, grabbing her loose blonde hair. Once he had a firm grip on her, he started thrusting slowly into her mouth, the head slipping into her throat more with each push.

Evelith's dark eyes were wide at both the taste of Ares' shaft and the slowly rising **** he used. Ever so slowly, his thrusts sped up, going deeper into her throat until she was gagging from the penetration. She tried hard to divorce herself from what was happening, but she couldn't resist the pleasure that was coming from being used so forcefully. Every time Ares' penis pushed down her throat, it brought tears to her eyes and a gush of femcum out of her pussy. She was so busy suppressing her desires that she didn't realize she was starting to suck the thick rod in her mouth.

"That's right, be a good little slut and suck your master off. Soon you'll have a body to properly please me with, but I'm leaving your mind the same. You'll serve me wholly, entirely, and by your own will. You'll beg for it. Do you know why?" Ares pulled his dripping dick out of Evelith's mouth, letting her cough up a mixture of spit and precum.

"You can't make me," she said defiantly, though they both heard the tremble in her voice.

"That's the point. Now drink," Ares said, pushing back into Evelith's much more willing mouth. Despite having just had it oozing into her throat, she already wanted it back inside her, leaking its delicious liquid into her body. Horrified at the thought but unable to do anything about it, she at least partially accepted her role as a toy for Ares' pleasure and began licking at his shaft.

"Yes, just like that. You really are a good girl," Ares murmured, holding his approaching orgasm back slightly to give her more time to accept her fate. He began using less **** to facefuck her, but Evelith's pace stayed the same as she got more and more into her own violation, steadily rewarded by drops of Ares' cum. Her body also began changing, the pleasure of her slow transformation positively reinforcing her actions.

The first thing to change was Evelith's skin, becoming perfectly smooth, hairless, flawless, and practically glowing with soft luster. Her lips followed a second later, swelling up slightly to become soft and supple, perfect for wrapping tighter around Ares' intruding dick. Lower, past her throat that couldn't help but gulp down all of Ares' secretions, sat her small, round tits. The minuscule mounds of fat were getting tighter in her bra, throbbing with each drop of precum she swallowed. Evelith felt the pressure increase slowly, feeling nerves she didn't think she had before come alight in the growing flesh. When the tightness became too much, she managed to shrug the straps of her bra off her shoulders, giving her new assets more room to grow, which they immediately took advantage of.

"These are much better," Ares said, palming one of the wobbling mounds. It had already reached a size that filled his large hand and was still growing. He could hardly wait to see the firm orbs squishing around his cock as Evelith begged for his cum to paint her face. However, Ares sensed that the real show was still to come.

Pulling out of Evelith's mouth again, Ares took a step back and watched the woman continue to be remolded. Her belly tightened slightly, becoming a sculpted, sensuous pillar. Beneath that, Evelith's hips were straining her skirt, trying to stretch the material. Too caught up in the feeling of change to remove the garment, Evelith twisted with discomfort and rolled over, showing just how much strain her expanding ass was putting on the fabric.

"Nooooo...." she moaned, the sound mixed with discomfort, as she thrust her ass into the air, finally splitting the thing black skirt. Her butt practically exploded outward, showing off extremely wide hips and a plush, tanned ass perfect for groping and grabbing.

Evelith's transformation wound down slowly, her blonde hair becoming slightly more curled and voluminous, thighs and calves becoming toned and strong, perfect for bouncing her on a meaty shaft. Her tits stopped growing at incredible G-cups, high on her chest and rippling with every movement. Her ass played a similar game, bouncing and quaking.

"Look at you, Evelith, made perfect just for me. Such beautiful skin, wide hips perfect for bearing children. My children. You like the thought of that, don't you?" Ares laughed, seeing a tremor of desire roll through the formerly normal woman at the thought. Inside her mind, she was fighting with herself and the desires she couldn't deny any longer, only suppress.

"Noo, you can't make me..." she whimpered, though her sexy body's writhing only made her more enticing. Ares stepped up to the edge of the bed again, and Evelith froze when she felt the man's hot log slap against her firm ass.

"I told you, I don't have to make you. You'll beg for it. Now," he tore her white panties off, revealing the full measure of her changed ass. "Spread your pussy for me."

Evelith didn't move, afraid of what she would do if she did anything other than focus on controlling herself. She winced and gasped as one of Ares' large palms slapped her big ass, a mixture of pain and pleasure rushing through her.

"Bad girl," Ares said, slapping her again and getting the same reaction. He continued to spank her, enjoying the firm bounciness of her butt as he felt the remains of her control slip away. "Spread your cunt for me, Evelith. Your king commands it." Another loud smack rang through the building and Ares saw her hands moving.

Evelith didn't want to obey Ares, but she was afraid that if she didn't, the pleasure bottled up in her would break free and she would lose herself completely. So slowly, ever so slowly, she moved her tensed hands down the bed, up her thighs, and grabbed herself, gently spreading herself open while balanced on her knees.

"Good girl," Ares said, and before she could stop herself, Evelith felt happy to have pleased him. A second later, her breath halted, her body locked and spasmed, and she fell face first onto the bed, eyes rolling up and mouth open in ecstasy as she came violently, her juices squirting out between her still held open nether lips.

"YYYAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" she screamed, all of her held in pleasure tearing through her in an instant before bouncing around her enhanced body. Her body writhed and contorted entirely against her will as she orgasmed, the shaking only getting worse when she felt Ares' cock pushing against her spread core.

"Tell me what you are and what you want," he ordered, the weight of his words leaving no room for maneuvering in her wrecked thoughts.

"I'M YOUR SLUT, MASTER, PLEASE FUCK MEEEEEAAAAAHHHH~~~~!!!!" Evelith orgasmed again, her body and mind finding utmost pleasure from obeying him. Her submissive streak, something she had never acknowledged before, came out in full **** as her master pushed into her, fucking her furiously and without pause. She came over and over again, each peak blending into the next until nothing else existed. She was only vaguely aware of Ares' seed pouring into her rippling cunt, the hungry lips milking him for every drop.

Only once Ares was done fucking her and he pulled out did Evelith start to gain control of herself again, her pleasure finally fading, leaving her sweating and deeply satisfied.

"Good girl," Ares said again, the words triggering a shudder of pleasure in the fucked woman. "Get up and follow me, we need to make sure the camp is completely taken over and then plan the next move."

"Y-yes, Master," the willing **** said, getting up on extremely shaky legs to stumble after her new king. His cum trailed down her legs, marking her as his to use whenever he desired. And she wanted him to, she accepted, her thoughts of fighting him submerged under the unearthly amount of pleasure she had felt at his hand. She knew that she would serve him in every way she could, for as long as she could. She imagined herself one day dressed in a skimpy, slutty maid outfit, a chain around her neck and swollen with his child, servicing his godly cock with her throat and adoration. She squirted a little at the thought and hurried after her master, hoping he would use her in the most perverted ways he could think of.