Hell no!

What in the fresh hell were you thinking? You were the God, not her! Neo's refusal for one last romp still left you with a minor case of blue balls, but to actually let Yang drag you around by the dick on top of that simply wasn't going to fly. Growling, you surge to your feet and pin her against the wall, pressing your body against hers as you glare into her eyes, eyes staring back at you in both shock and desire.

"I don't think so," you rumbled with lust. "I'd much rather make you scream in ecstasy right here, right now, make you wake the entire school with your wails, and when I'm done I'll be the only one who will ever be able to give you release."

She shot you a feral grin at your threats.

"Good. For a moment I was actually worried you were turning into some submissive little virgin boy-toy."

"Not a fucking chance."

You crash your lips against hers, barreling headlong into a heated make-out session. Yang moans wantonly into your mouth, forcing her tongue into your oral cavern and battering it against your own. Her hands snake into your hair and grip on tightly, pulling you against her as hard as possible and grinding her needy sex against the rigid tent in your pants.

"Off. Now," she growls.

You were all too happy to oblige, your hands dropping to your belt and buckle and releasing the building pressure against your shaft. It flopped out into the open and stood proudly at attention. With her breasts sandwiched against your chest, it was already perfectly poised to drive into her. Reaching around her waist to grab her ass, you lift her up against the wall, her legs wrapping around your hips instinctively and in one, smooth motion, you bury yourself into the sweltering tightness of her pussy.

"Oh fuck!" she gasps out loud, struggling not to scream like you mentioned.

"Shit, you're still so tight!" you grunt into the crook of her neck.

"Are you even bigger than last time?" she asks in ecstasy.

"That's what you get for trying to order me around!"

She laughs between gasps as you begin slamming your hips against hers.

"If that's -ah! all it took to -oh FUCK! get you going agaaaiIIINNNN!~"

Finishing that sentence ended up being impossible as you ramped up the pace of your rutting. The hallway echoes with fleshy slaps as you drill wantonly into the buxom boxer, her entire body shuddering in your grasp with every impact. On each stroke, you shoved her vigorously against the wall with loud thumps. At the rate you were going, you really were going to wake not only her team but the entire dorm. Despite this, neither of you could muster the strength in your lust-addled minds to care. All that mattered to you was how deliciously her walls squeezed you, how utterly drenched your legs were becoming from her splashing arousal, how savagely she sank her teeth into your shoulder to muffle another scream of ecstasy as she ran headfirst into a mind shattering orgasm... an orgasm that you abruptly halted with a silent spell.

"Wha... what the... fuck...? What did you just do?!" Yang cries in **** disbelief as her orgasm was robbed.

"Only one of us is getting punished tonight and it sure as hell isn't going to be me. Can you guess what I have planned for you?" you ask as you slow your thrusts down to long, deliberate strokes.

Her eyes flash back to a livid crimson.

"Oh don't you fucking dare," she seethed through trembling teeth.

"That's right," you confirm with a cheeky grin. "For the next twenty minutes, you're going to be sitting right at the edge of orgasm, unable to find relief while I have my way with you. More importantly, with every passing minute your arousal will continue to grow, bringing you closer to the verge of losing your mind."

"You fucking bastard!" she spits out at you as a series of tremors rocks her body. "How are you even doing this?!"

"My Semblance has many different tricks up its sleeve. You have no idea what kind of beast you just provoked, do you you oversexed dragon?!"

Yang doesn't get a chance to answer as you plow full steam ahead once more. Her eyes grow wide in shock at the sensations coursing through her, nothing but lascivious gasps and shameless moans spilling from her mouth. She couldn't see straight or think clearly, her mind completely overtaken by the cock punching against her cervix, and it only grew worse as the minutes ticked by.

"I-it's- it's too much! Please!" she begs desperately. "I-if I d-don't... c-cum I'll- FUCK! I'll die!"

"Eh, I don't think so. Your Semblance let's you take a real pounding and dish it back twice as hard doesn't it?" you quip teasingly. "Maybe we should see if it works the same with sex. Besides, it's barely been seven minutes!"

"N-no way...!" she whispers incredulously.

"Yes way," you groan back. "It's not like I actually enjoy torturing you with ecstasy, but you left me with ****! Trying to give me blue balls with a bating show when I'm already pent up, and then threatening to take away this hot little pussy for good if I snapped?"

"You broke your promise!" she cries out against the unrelenting pleasure. "Y-you went after B-Blake when you promised you w-wouldn't!"

"Nope," you retort, popping the P with your lips. "I promised not to use my Semblance, which I didn't. All I did was tell a story and let her make her own decision. She refused in the end and I dropped the issue. Besides, I gave you that spa date with her just like you wanted!"

"B-but...!"

Yang struggled to find an argument but you refused to let up your constant thrusting. Moreover, you couldn't bear not seeing those glorious breasts wildly bounce about under your ****. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, you roll it up and over her perfect mounds and stuff the fabric into her lolling mouth, effectively gagging her. As you grip a breast and latch onto its nipple with your lips, her body arches against you so violently you feared she'd actually pull a muscle. If she wasn't losing her mind before, she certainly was now. A muffled scream erupted into the gag as tears began to trickle down her cheeks while her fingernails buried themselves into your shoulders. So close yet so far from the edge, it must be maddening! A part of you even felt bad for putting her through this ordeal, but just like the mythological creatures of her namesake, only a complete show of dominance would bring her to heel. Better to set the matter straight now than later. Of course, you couldn't say with full confidence you could last an entire twenty minutes either as her pussy wildly milked at your thrusting appendage for the brewing load in your balls. Maybe you'd show her mercy a little earlier than you'd planned...?

"Yang...? What's going on...? Why are you outta- EEP!"

No. Fucking. Way. You knew exactly whose voice that was. You slowly glance to your right to find the door to Team RWBY's room left slightly ajar, and around the corner of that frame, you took a glimpse of a silver orb staring back at you in shock. Ruby Rose had woken up, and was now getting a front-row-center show to you railing her sister. You slow the tempo of your thrusts as your mind races on how to handle this new development, though thankfully it appeared Yang was currently too far gone in her **** rapture to notice the change in atmosphere or the sudden appearance of her little sister.

You could feel waves of conflicting emotions rolling off of Ruby. Fear at the helpless position you had trapped Yang in, dumbstruck shock for the simple fact of catching you two in the act, a youthful curiosity more befitting of a child than an 18 year old Huntress, but more importantly... a steadily growing undertone of amorous yearning. In short, she was getting horny and she didn't even know it yet.

A/N: I'd like to point out that MC will not be turning into a **** master in this route (that general morality choice is way back in the arrival chapter), but he's also no pushover. Consider it his natural response to Yang's fiery temper with something of his own.