Team JNPR's dorm

On a whim, you gather your powers and you take her, along with all of your things, back to the first place that came to mind; her team's dorm room. Pyrrha, ill prepared for the teleportation, heavily falls face-first into her pillow as you drive back into her to the hilt. She squeals loudly, her pillow doing little to muffle the sound and you hastily cast a spell of silence on the room. For good reason too, as all three of her teammates were fast asleep. Their presence doesn't go unnoticed by the Spartan writhing in your grasp and she struggles to twist around to face you with panicked whispers.

"Oh gods we need to stop!" she pleads desperately. "If we keep going we'll... we'll get caught!"

"No we won't. They'll stay fast asleep, I'll make sure of it," you retort, leaning down to nip at her ear.

She shudders as you gently saw in and out of her clutching warmth.

"A-are you sure...?" she asks, not trusting the full sound of her cracking voice.

"Well... mostly," you quip with a little fib and smirk. "We should probably stay quiet though just in case, take it nice and slow."

"You're insane," she squeaks into her pillow as you sink back inside her.

"Then tell me to stop and I'll stop."

"... don't stop."

That was all you needed to hear. Sharing a quiet groan with your new lover, you resume pistoning into her with slow, deliberate thrusts. You can feel her muscles dancing along your shaft with loving caresses, gripping tightly on every withdrawal as if she wanted you to stay buried within her forever. You probably would if it wasn't for the impracticability of the idea. For now though, you wanted to savor and enjoy everything Pyrrha had to offer.

As you continue your thrusts, you slide one of your hands up her back and beneath her long mane of brilliant red hair, fingers gripping gently to her scalp as your opposite hand sets to work undoing the laces of her corset. You pull the tight fabric loose with every flick of your fingertips until the constricting pressure on her rib-cage is released. A deep breath of gratitude follows, broken by shuddering squeaks with every downward thrust of your cock.

"Turn over, Pyrrha. I want to see all of you," you whisper into her ear.

"Ok," she moans as quietly as possible.

You sit up to give her space, your hands shifting to her hips and gently nudging her onto her side. In a single, swift movement she rolls onto her back whilst simultaneously pulling her corset over her head, revealing her bare chest in all of its glory. Even under the dim light of the shattered moon filtering in through the curtains, you still recognize the deep flush in her skin as she bashfully tries to cover herself with her hands.

"Oh no. Don't you dare try to hide this gorgeous body of yours," you growl lightly as you grasp her by the wrists and pin her hands above her head.

"Husband, please...!" she gasps out after a deep thrust from you glides across her g-spot.

"Please what, my dear wife?"

"Make me cum. I'm going to cum...! So... hard!"

The sight of Pyrrha Nikos, the Invincible Girl, coming undone on your pistoning cock was becoming too much to bear. Her muscled, chiseled body honed from years of training and battle writhed wantonly with undulations that would put a belly dancer to shame as her mini skirt rode up high to bunch up at her waist. Beneath that, the small and well-trimmed patch of scarlet pubic hair glistened with beads of sweat and splashing arousal from her thoroughly swollen pussy lips, and as those wonderful muscles squeezed tightly upon you shaft to signal her inevitable climax, you feel your own release rapidly approaching.

"Bear my children, Pyrrha," you groan as you lean down to bite at her neck. "Become the mother of my child."

Before she can answer, the flood gates of her climax come undone. **** to keep her voice masked, she clings tightly to you and seals her lips against yours in a searing kiss, all but screaming into your mouth as her legs lock around you. Instantly the last shreds of control you had are torn asunder and you press yourself deeply against her cervix as possible without hurting her to deposit your potent seed.

It rushes forth through your bulging crown, the pressure great enough to penetrate through the minuscule window of her womb to fill her directly. In that moment, a rush of energy transfers between you and your new lover, filling her spirit same as you filled her body with virile essence while shockwaves of intense pleasure course through you. You found that not only was she going to carry your child, but a part of your own powers transferred to her. If she already outclassed her peers in most categories, she would certainly eclipse them without question now. You could hardly wait to see the results.

You let out a long breath you hadn't realized you held as your orgasm subsides. Panting heavily, it takes all of your strength to keep from collapsing on top of your exhausted lover, your final load leaving the both of you spent. How many times had it been now in the past twelve hours? Between Emerald and Pyrrha, you'd already lost count.

Reluctantly, you pull yourself free from her embrace, her limbs falling limp to her sides. Incoherent mutterings drift from Pyrrha's throat as sleep overtakes her, though you vaguely make out her desire to bathe. With a snap of your fingers, the evidence of your coupling is erased save for the thick deposits you've left within her womb. She would bear strong children indeed. In that same instant, what remained of her battle armor had been stripped from her body and stowed away beneath her bed. Lastly, you dress her in a simple and long, satin nightgown in the same shade of red as her hair; a personal gift for your new wife.

As much as you desired to continue indulging in her company, the night's events had heavily taken its toll on your mind and body, and soon you felt fatigue rearing its ugly head upon you once more. The final warp back to your dormitory ends up being more than you can handle and in a stumbling fit you fall forward onto your bed. Your eyes close before you even hit the pillow.