Nope. She needs convincing.

"You can go to Hell," she growls back her answer. "You're an absolute nobody who she would never work with."

You laugh at her heartily.

"And that my dear gem is where you're wrong. I'm more powerful than you can possibly imagine, in possession of powers she'll deeply covet and desire to take as her own, but the source of my power is really quite simple."

You then lean in to the crook of her neck and breathe deeply, sending a shudder through her body. Her eyes widen as she realizes your intentions.

"You touch me and I'll scream," she warns through clenched teeth.

"Nothing will come of that either," you say confidently. "Just look around you. Notice anything different?"

She hesitantly does so, wondering just what you could be implying when she notices an odd and blatant change in the world; it was as if time had come to a complete standstill. All of sudden, your boasts of your Godly power are becoming undeniably clear.

"This... this can't be happening...!" she squeaks out with genuine fear.

"Your fear is understandable but ultimately unnecessary. I have no intentions of harming you, just the opposite. If you behave, I may even let you take a more active role."

You then run your tongue up along her neck to her earlobe, forcing her mocha skin to break out in goosebumps.

"Stop this..." she begs.

You ignore her and instead shift your grip on her hands to free one of your own. It drops to her navel and traces along the smooth, taught skin, your touches making her squirm in your grasp. They then lift and slide beneath the tight fabric pressing down on her breasts, fondling the pert flesh and flexing on a stiffening nipple. The first of many moans slides out of her mouth.

"Enjoying yourself?" you murmur into her ear.

"As if I would enjoy your hands molesting me!" she gasps as you pinch down on her nipple.

"You should listen to your body more often, Em. It's honest."

Wanting to taste her more, your drop your lips back down to the front of her neck and pepper the skin with kisses and suckles. Her groans become louder under your ministrations as you play her nerves like a fiddle, your mouth steadily working its way up to her chin.

"Let yourself go, Emerald. Let yourself indulge in the pleasures I can give you," you whisper against her skin.

"No..." she says weakly before you sweep up her lips with yours.

Squealing into your mouth, Emerald tries once more to **** herself free from your grasp, but the act simply presses her breasts against your chest, pinning the two of you even closer together. Your hand then snakes back down her toned stomach and navel to find the overly long belt she wore haphazardly on her hips to quickly undo it. The strip of leather falls to the ground with a light jingle of the buckle. They then unsnap her tight pants, the loss of pressure alerting Emerald to your progress and leading her to clench her legs together, but with the position of your own you manage to **** them back open.

Your questing fingers the slide into the tight and hot confines of her pants, beneath the frilly fabric of her panties to find her womanhood utterly drenched and quivering. Emerald tears her mouth from yours with a much louder moan as you steadily begin stroking her pussy.

"Has Cinder ever caressed you like this?" you ask coyly.

"No!" she gasps.

"Have you wanted her to?"

"N-no..." she says again, but this time with hesitance.

"Are you sure?"

You don't wait for an answer as your middle finger slides into her clenching cunt, an act that leads to her unwittingly gyrating her hips against your hand.

"What are you d-doing to me?" Emerald stutters as her pleasure quickly mounts.

"I'm making you cum," you say huskily.

Your ring finger then slides in to join the first and the heel of your palm rubs against the swollen bean that is her clit. The rocking motion of her hips speeds up with the pumping of your fingers and quick gasps spill out from the lust-stricken thief's mouth. She was coming undone in your arms and she couldn't stop it. Emerald Sustrai crashes into an unwilling orgasm with choked gasps while her body shakes in full convulsions, her eyes clenched tightly shut as she struggles to endure the waves of pleasure you've **** upon her.

"I think you like being dominated like this, don't you Emerald?"

"... yes..." she admits with shame, a deep blush flushing her skin.

"Do you want me to keep going?"

She clenches her eyes shut and turns her face away in a vain attempt to hide her shame for her kink.

"Yes," she squeaks quietly.

"Yes what?"

"Yes... sir..." she says with a shudder of pleasure.

"Good girl. Keep going like that and you'll be rewarded," you say with approval.

You pull your hand free from her now soaked pants and unsnap your own, letting your rigid member out into the open.

"Now, get on your knees service me," you command.

She meekly obeys with a lusty whimper, slowly sliding down the wall with her hands still clenched in your grip until her face comes level with your cock. Tentatively, she sticks out her tongue and begins to lick, first with the head then lengthwise along the shaft. Back and forth her tongue goes, making the skin glisten with saliva. Despite putting up such a fight earlier, the girl seemed surprisingly eager to please you after the glorious climax you gave her. She moans along your shaft, dragging her tongue along its underside at an agonizingly slow pace until her lips press against your head. She then stares up at you with half lidded eyes as she takes you into her mouth.

"That's it my little street slut," you growl down to her.

Your demeaning talk seems to set her off as she sucks wantonly on your shaft. Back and forth she blows you, the vibrations of her moans sending pleasurable sensations through your throbbing member. She salivates all over you, with strings glistening in the sunlight building up around her slurps and dripping onto asphalt ground. Her eyes never leave yours throughout the ordeal as she sucks you as if her life depended on it, but it wasn't until she took the entirety of your length into her oral cavern that you came close to losing it.

"God I need to fuck that pretty little throat of yours," you say with lust, her eyes widening as you grasp her head with your free hand. "Mind your teeth."

She squeals in alarm and ecstasy as you proceed to thrust into her face, banging her nose against your crotch with every piston. Tears glistened in her eyes and the tight confines of her throat clench around you as she gags, but thankfully for her its enough to squeeze out your release. Your slam to the hilt and hold her there as your dick throbs wildly in her mouth.

"Now drink it," you growl.

You pump glob after viscous glob of potent seed directly down Emerald's throat. She struggles to keep up with your gooey payload, swallowing down as much as she possibly could but it becomes quickly apparent that she can't handle your inhuman alabaster streams. Taking pity on her, you pull free of her mouth and release her hands, letting her fall backwards onto her rear in a coughing fit. You finish off your orgasm by stroking the last few streams out onto her face, groaning with satisfaction from her performance. She stares up at you with hazy eyes as she tries to catch her breath.

"You're an asshole," she says weakly. "You could've killed me."

"But I didn't and you seemed to have taken it rather well as if you've done that before," you point out. "Why is that?"

She grows silent once more and turns her gaze away from you.

"I... I used... to be a ****."

Her admission has you grinding to a screeching halt.