Start with Emerald and go from there.

Dancing was one of those skills you once saw little reason in learning. You were, after all, largely more reserved in your past life, preferring to keep to yourself rather than step out of your lane and mingle. Even your ex-girlfriend seemed to match this mindset as she was more interested in staying in and playing video games or watching a movie rather than getting into her best to go ballroom dancing. Not that such options were inherently bad every now and then, especially if done with the right person, but even you became antsy at being a shut in on every "outing" or date you spent with her. Such memories only spurred you on all the harder as you let your powers perform yet another miracle and gifted you all the skills you needed to lead any woman, regardless of their dance experience, in a dazzling display of rhythm and footwork.

Needless to say, a look of complete shock dawned on Emerald as you masterfully weaved her through the crowd. That shock soon gave way to utter joy as she scrambled to keep pace with you, her only saving grace being the ghost of her fighting style shining through. Not that you intended to let her make a fool of you, but her ability to adapt quickly was certainly welcomed. Given her background, it was unlikely she's ever experienced anything quite like a high school prom, let alone a formal dance of any variety. In a matter of minutes, her skin is glistening with perspiration which, when mixed with the aroma of her perfume, gave her body an intoxicating scent that drove you mad with desire each time your bodies writhed together.

"Gods, you're gorgeous," you whisper in her ear as you pull her in close by the waist.

"Only the best for you, Master," she purrs back to you, her tongue darting out to tease your earlobe.

The timing of your embrace couldn't have been better as the brisk club tune melded into a much slower love song. The change in pace suited the both of you perfectly fine as your lungs still heaved for breath. Holding your Little Gem close by the hips, you rest your chin upon her crown while she lays her cheek against your chest, her eyes fluttering closed as you gently rocked her to the groove of the bass. A small sigh of contentment makes its way from her throat as she takes in a deep, shuddering breath.

"Thank you, Master. Thank you for coming into my life," she murmurs while her fingers grip into your jacket.

Her gratitude catches you off-guard, having not expected such a tender side of your thief being shown tonight. Acting on instinct, you plant a small kiss on her temple, prompting her to bury herself into your embrace even deeper than before.

"You deserve it," you answer softly. "If anything, I should be thanking you for sticking around for so long. I haven't exactly treated you the best at times."

"It's okay, Master. You've more than made up for it, you gave me a second chance at life, you actually show that you care for me. What more could a girl want in her life?"

Her question trails off as she looks up into your eyes. You feel your throat suddenly constrict, an irritating lump that made it difficult to breathe. In an instant, your Godhood is forgotten amongst the raw sincerity in Emerald's voice and gaze, as those ruby-red orbs peer up to you exuding a warmth that you'd be hard-pressed to agree you deserved. Was she really just property to you or something more? Was this some sort of Stockholm Syndrome settling in? You did after all kidnap her that day and she's been in your care ever since. Then again, you couldn't recall giving her the freedom to come and go as she pleased, and yet she still hasn't run, approaching pregnancy aside.

"Freedom maybe?" you offer.

Her affection soon gives way to confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"I have a confession, Emerald," you begin, making it a point to use her true name and not the pet moniker. "I've gone about this wrong. I might be powerful but that doesn't give me the authority to keep you here against your will. I **** you from the only family you really have and all but twisted your arm into my service. I even **** you for God's sake for something as stupid as picking my pocket. You shouldn't be feeling this way for me, not in the slightest."

She quickly leans up and cuts off your tirade with a deep kiss. So soft and sweet. She then breaks it off just as quickly, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Don't get too soft on me, Master. You're a God remember? Be kind if you want, merciful even, but don't get all sentimental. You make your own rules. Besides, I really did enjoy it."

There it is, her aggression once more playing at your libido. Her words become even more pronounced as she reaches down between you to grip your growing shaft through your trousers.

"I like it rough. I like being treated like your plaything. I like being spanked, choked, and pounded into a quivering mess, and you do it so well. My family as you put it could never do that to me. I have needs too, remember?"

Her fingers are now busily undoing the buckle of your belt, the securing button and zipper of your trousers soon following as she fishes your tool out into the open, right there in the middle of the dance floor. Unwilling to let her challenge go unmet, you slip a hand beneath her dress to find her womanhood utterly dripping with arousal.

"Bold aren't you, my Little Gem," you comment huskily.

"I have a confession to make too," she slyly breathed against your lips, her forehead pressing into yours. "Your powers transferred over to me. My Semblance has become so much stronger."

As she speaks, she hikes a leg up and around your hip, grinding your pulsing manhood against the sodden face of her lace panties, her breaths now coming out much heavier.

"I walked around naked at the mall when I went to get this dress. Nobody batted an eye because all they saw was me clothed as usual. You know what all of these people are seeing right now?"

"Do tell."

"The two us, just dancing like a normal couple. But we're not normal... are we Master...?"

She pulls the panties aside.

"No, no we absolutely are not."

You needed no further prompting. Gripping her tight at the waist, you press your entire length into Emerald's depths in one smooth motion. A long sigh escapes her followed by the beginnings of a lusty moan. Well aware that her Semblance only covered visual and not auditory perception, you seal your lips against hers so that she could let those arias loose into your mouth. The music certainly seemed loud enough, but you didn't need to take any chances.

"Just a quickie at least, please?" she begs against your lips. "I'm not the only girl who needs you tonight."

"At the rate you're going, I might just forget them and keep you to myself," you growl back lightly.

"Mmmmmm, I wouldn't mind," she agrees with a lopsided smile while your cockhead grinds against her g-spot. "But you need to spread your seed as much as possible, right? Otherwise you won't return to your full power."

By now you had gripped both of your hands into the pillowy cheeks of her ass and lifted her up into a standing carry, your strokes long and deliberate as you edged closer to release. Judging by the way Emerald's cunt fluttered around you, she was even closer to climax than you were.

"Just... oh fuck- just don't forget... about... your Little Gem? Please?" she pleads as the start of an orgasm grips her.

"Never."

The word had barely escaped your lips when you fire off into her. She kisses you once more, eagerly and voraciously as she wildly milks you. With every down-stroke you pulled on her rear, you ground your seed against her cervix, pushing and flexing against that minuscule window to root in her fertile garden. The fruits of your labors were already growing, but a bit more to keep the lovely maiden in high spirits would never hurt.

"I love you, Master," she murmurs against your lips.

"I love you too, my sweet Little Gem."

Your orgasm soon dies down and you reluctantly pull free of her slick embrace. You set Emerald down on shaky feet, prompting her to stumble forward into you for stability. A giggle escapes her for her own clumsiness.

"Send me home? I need a rest, and the night is still young for you."

"Calling it quits already?" you ask with a grin. "We need to work on your out-of-the-bedroom stamina don't we?"

"Dancing in high heels is more exhausting than you think," she quips back, ignoring the fact that she fought wearing wedges. "I'll keep the bed warm for you until you return, even clean it if you bring a friend along?"

"I'll keep that in mind."

Stuffing your equipment back into your pants, you give Emerald one more long kiss before spiriting her away, your powers masking her departure and leaving the rest of the hall none the wiser of her disappearance. Now that you were going stag, you step off to the side and out of the spinning couples to reassess your situation and pick out a new partner for the night.