Every woman has an itch.

Canonically, Cinder's ultimate motivations hardly extended beyond power for the sake of power, though the story does hint at some buried resentment towards ruling figures such as Ozpin and Ironwood. All you knew for certain was that she was hungry for greater strength, wishing to wield magics that could defy the very forces of Nature. As such it was only natural that this rampant lust for power would be your key into her deeper, more repressed desires. It was simply your job to dig them out. Lacing your voice with a slow-acting aphrodisiac, you set about your task of picking apart this arrogantly proud woman stitch by stitch until she unravels in your grasp.

"Tell me Cinder, what do you think is the most superior form of power?" you ask, letting your hot breath drift across her ear.

"The power to dominate over another," she answers leaning towards you.

Purposefully you dance away from her proximity, leaving her to pout not unlike a teenage school girl.

"Not quite," you continue to explain. "Domination can be achieved in a variety of ways, most notably through violent or destructive ****."

Circling around her, you wrap one arm around her midsection to pull her in flush against your body, making her let out an uncharacteristic squeak of embarrassment towards your brazen actions. Your other arm lifts along her side, your palm facing a computer terminal and from it erupts a bolt of destructive energy, something you pulled from Dragon Ball known as a ki blast. Cinder's eyes widen at the blatant display of power as it rockets across the room and sends the computer scattering in an fiery cloud of smoke and shrapnel.

"I believe you are most familiar with this method given your desire for the incredibly destructive nature of the Fall Maiden's power," you go on to explain, releasing Cinder from your grip and nipping at her ear in the process.

The exchange leaves her flush with goosebumps fluttering beneath that leather catsuit.

"Other beings prefer to use words over **** which can be just as, sometimes even more so, effective. This comparatively softer method of control is rooted in charismatic persuasion, such as a pastor preaching to his flock, or a politician addressing the public. As for myself, I prefer methods that are more... instinctual in nature. Can you guess what these are?"

"I have a few theories, and you certainly have a way with words," she admits as she turns to face you. "Although I don't think you've fully introduced yourself. What exactly are you a God of?"

Your hand lifts to cup her chin, your gaze boring deep into those amber orbs.

"I thought that much would be obvious," you quip, your lips hovering close to hers. "I am a God of Love and Lust."

"And you aim to seduce me?" she asks, eyes fluttering.

"I already have."

She moves at that moment, lunging forward in an attempt to claim your lips with her own but you quickly spin out of her grasp, leaving her stumbling dumbly on the spot.

"What... what the... what did you just do?" she demands as the heated haze momentarily lifts from her mind, her more rational side taking over and displaying shock at her actions.

"Nothing," you answer with a shrug. "With just a few choice words and actions, I was proving to you that destructive power is nothing in the face of seduction."

Cinder was fully back on her guard now, her weakness now exposed as the two of you began to circle each other. You smirk, knowing fully that you were unlike any other opponent she has ever faced. The odds were already stacked in your favor even without your more Godly abilities to supplement you, and she knew it.

"Lust is truly a one-of-a-kind tool, my dear Cinder. Take the mightiest and most stoic of warriors, set a fire ablaze in their loins, and even they will tremble low by their own desires. You lost this fight the moment you allowed me to speak."

"Enough of this!" she snarls angrily as she materializes her scimitars in her hands and rushes you.

Smiling to yourself, you leisurely bend, twist, and lean out of the way of every swipe and slash. What were once focused and deadly attacks had become sluggish and sloppy, your magics hard at work in her body. You can see the desperation in her eyes at her situation, her face beading with thick drops of sweat and her skin turning a deep flush from her ever burgeoning arousal. As she brings both blades up high above her head in a horrendously advertised slash, you shift the angle of your katars and fire two overpowered bolts of energy the very moment she brought her swords down upon you. The bolts impacted with a brilliant crack, shattering the blades in a brilliant shower of glass. Cinder's eyes widen as her weapons are destroyed, her aura flaring against the cloud of shrapnel showering against her.

Your opponent lost in her stupor, you take the opportunity to lunge forward and drag the tip of Eve through the thin material of her catsuit, tearing along her ribs and exposing the creamy skin beneath. The material falls open unceremoniously, offering you a peek at the black, lacy frills of her underwear. She clutches where you struck, fury clashing fiercely with desire at your skill and control.

"I'm sure you've already noticed by now, haven't you?" you continue your taunts. "Heightened sensitivity in your skin, a growing heat within the deepest pits of your navel, and uncomfortable moistening between your thighs."

"I will make you pay for this," she growls weakly.

"You'll cream yourself trying."

She rushes you again, forgetting entirely her ability to mold glass into whatever forms she desired and opting instead for a frenzied attempt at beating your face in with her fists. You twist about to dodge her jab and circle around her flank, folding her arm into the small of her back and wrapping your own arms around her stomach. Smirking at her feeble struggling, you lean down and bite firmly down upon her neck, eliciting a howl of pain and pleasure from her throat.

A wave of ecstasy washes over Cinder as her muscles begin to tremble, driving her bowlegged in your grasp. Goosebumps dance across her skin, her back arching against you, and her sole free hand ineptly beating against your side as she tries in vain to stifle the orgasmic shudders coursing throughout her body. Unable to maintain her own body-weight, she collapses against you, prompting you to sit and cradle her in your arms.

"Checkmate," you whisper, nipping at her ear. "The King has captured the Queen."

"You... y-you bastard... I..." she defiantly spits back at you between gasps.

"Every woman has an itch, Cinder Fall," you growl huskily, your hand moving to the zipper in the front of her suit and dragging it down inch by torturous inch, revealing a body that would drive even a Succubus green with envy. "You're no different no matter how much you pride yourself to be. Now... yield."