A few "hot" minutes.

Time lost meaning to you as you focused solely on the writhing body of your Little Gem. You had no idea for how long you continued to breed her, only that your already impressive virility now seemed limitless. She was taken in numerous positions; from behind with her rear held high, up against the wall, mounted forward and reverse, and at one point even with ankles behind her neck as you folded her in two on the floor. Even more impressively was how eager she was to take each coupling, begging you to sully her depths with load after thick load of baby batter. So utterly packed she was with your seed that she had been filled beyond capacity. Anything more would spew out around your thrusting shaft in thick trickles. Eventually, you desired rest far more than an umpteenth boning session and with great difficulty, you managed to lay your head to rest on your bed, after a quick cleansing spell of course that returned what amounted to a six foot long soggy sponge back to its original, pristine state. That didn't mean you wouldn't let Emerald continue having her fun though. She was quite content with straddling you, clinging to your frame as her well worked and overly filled cunt lazily milked around your still rigid but thoroughly spent shaft.

"We've been at it for hours," she wheezed.

You could barely muster a grunt in response.

"Still so hard," she continued with a moan followed by a little wiggle of her hips. "You really are a God, huh?"

"What was your first clue?"

"This... unnatural cock of yours. It never grows soft no matter how many times I milk you."

"Do you want to stop?"

She bit her lip in conflict. No doubt the fatigue was starting to catch up to her as well.

"Maybe just one more? Pretty please, Master?"

"And why should I do that?" you retort playfully. "You've hardly been a good girl today."

A low whine escapes her throat as she grinds her g-spot against the rubbed-raw tip of your dick.

"One more time... please....? I'll be good from now on. I'll be a good Little Gem for you."

"You'll do whatever I say to do?"

"Yesss...." she hisses out eagerly. "Give me a command, any command, and I'll do it. I am yours forever."

It was done. Emerald Sustrai was now completely subservient to you. This might mean you won't see much of her assertive side in the future but at least now she won't outright disobey you, especially in front of others. And it only took... what, nearly ten hours of nonstop sex? More importantly, her body was now fertilized with your seed, meaning you needed to get to work building a safe-haven for your progeny and fast. You had no idea how much longer it would take for either Ozpin or Salem to realize your presence, nor did you have any desire to tempt fate. Time to finish up.

"I command you to cum, Emerald Sustrai. Cum and pledge yourself to me."

"Oh Gods..." she says with a shudder, orgasm overtaking her. "I-I... pl-pledge my... myself to... youffffuck...!"

Eh, good enough. You both needed sleep anyway. If you were being completely honest, you just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. With a grunt of your own, you join her with a substantially more pitiful dribble of cum to join the literal millions of other swimmers saturating her womb. You breathe a sigh of relief as your over-worked penis finally begins to deflate. God powers be damned, you weren't too eager to go for another marathon like that for a good long while and it seemed like neither did your Little Gem. Not one minute after that last orgasm did she pass out on top of you, snoring cutely into your chest.

She had the right idea anyway. Forget class, sleep was more important right now.

The next few days pass by uneventfully for the most part. While you paid mild attention in class more out of habit rather than any actual concern for your grades, most of your focus was on scouting out potential sanctuaries. A small tropical island off the coast of Menagerie seemed promising, as well as a mountain peak on the largely unexplored "dragon" continent in the north. Both were remote enough to escape the watchful eyes of Salem and easy to defend should unsavory types come knocking. That didn't mean you were ignoring local however. Plantations in the agricultural district and lavish mansions amongst Vale's aristocracy were each strong candidates as well. You even played around with the idea of turning Patch into a Kingdom in of itself. So many great choices... hell, why even limit yourself to just one of them?Despite these dreams of grandeur, one gnawing detail still stuck out at you like a sore thumb; Blake was making herself more and more scarce around her team. It wasn't so noticeable during classes, but once that bell rang she'd vanish like the wind, leaving behind her friends to their own devices. It wasn't until three days before the much anticipated Dance that Yang pulled you aside, distress in her eyes.

"I need your help, Michael," she said after another dull lecture with Professor Port. "Blake... isn't talking to me. I tried to get her to relax a bit, get loosened up before the big dance ya know? But she wouldn't listen. She's obsessed over the White Fang and doesn't believe me when I tell her that you took care of it. Can you... I dunno, maybe talk some sense into her?"

You lift an eyebrow questioningly.

"Not that I don't want to help you two out, but aren't you her partner? How am I supposed to reach her when you can't?"

"Look, you're a God... aren't you?" she said with a whisper. "Can't you like... dig around in her head a bit and get her to come around?"

"... I'm genuinely surprised you suggested something that unethical."

"I'm just worried, okay? She's not eating or sleeping, she's barely even taking care of herself. I'm scared she'll run off and get herself hurt."

It seemed like she was slipping further into the deep end than in the original story. Not good. You couldn't risk losing her to some ill-fated crusade.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do. Any idea where she went?"

Yang sighs with relief and quickly embraces you with a tight hug.

"She's usually in the library around this time. Thanks Michael, I really appreciate it."

That was little under an hour ago, and you had every intention to rescue your favorite kitty cat, but as you approached the glass double doors of Beacon's library, you pondered on how to broach the subject. If Blake was standoffish before, she'd certainly hate your prodding now.