Who wouldn't?

This was too good to pass up. A neglected housewife would make a perfect matron for your growing harem. Padding into Weiss' bedroom, you command the covers to pull back and you lay her gingerly in the silken sheets. A whine of disappointment flutters out of her throat as you gently pry her arms free from around your neck.

"I'll be back, my Snow Angel. You just rest for now, ok?" you say quietly as you tuck her in.

"Promise...?" she whimpers.

"I promise."

Sleep overtakes her before the word even leaves your lips. No doubt a chain orgasm was a bit much to her relatively under-worked body. You looked forward to training her in the future. Once you were satisfied with her slumbering form, you turn and take your leave, banishing her prom dress back to her dorm at Beacon as you went. As much as you would like to stick around at your leisure, you'd eventually have to take her back to school before the chrono spell expired.

That being said, you set forth at a brisk pace down the empty halls, turning twice to circle an exterior courtyard and enter the west wing of the manor which was, as you quickly found out by the immense double wooden doors standing before you, was the master bedroom all by its lonesome.

You place your palm on the handle and twist, swinging the surprisingly light barriers open to reveal the most extravagant decor you've ever seen. You thought Weiss lived in personal luxury, but the numerous tapestries, paintings, statues and jewels set her apart like a pauper standing before a king. Up above and hanging from the vaulted ceiling was the glittering form of a crystal chandelier whose multi-faceted faces refracted the light of the Shattered Moon shining through the high windows in a myriad of colors. Most importantly was the sprawling bed holding your next prize for the night. So caught up in your own excitement, you almost forget to place the sound wards over these royal chambers. Almost.

Willow breathed deeply in her sleep, though the furrowing in her brow belied a restlessness well founded. Silvery white hair fanned out beneath her on her pillow and the creases of age and stress drove noticeable lines through her face. Most women, by your understanding, would likely take offense to such features being pointed out, yet this only amplified her allure as a mature woman and neglected housewife. Peeling back the covers ever so slightly revealed the rise and fall of her generous bosom, easily the largest you would soon have the pleasure of tasting since entering this Universe. She was clothed in a heavy, plain white nightgown that hid her more enticing features from view, but it made no difference as far as you were concerned.

Slipping beneath the covers and crawling around little feet with ruby red nails, you shimmy up between her legs as carefully as possible and lift the hem of her nightgown with hands tracing up along her matronly, child-bearing hips. What greeted you was a pair of pure white, satin panties that you eagerly desired to peel loose, but first you wanted to wake her up in the only appropriate fashion given your position. Gently yet firmly seizing her hips in your hands, you lean forward and drag your tongue against the slightly musky fabric. The effect is immediate as you hear a sharp inhale from up above. Grinning ear to ear, you repeat your actions and lap leisurely at her rapidly moistening sex, driving her body into a fit of tremors.

Willow was openly gasping at this point, your senses informing you of her rapid rousing from sleep. Pausing briefly to pull her panties aside to find a thick patch of snow white pubic hair staring back at you, you soon reset your grip and return to the all important task of cunnilingus just as the covers are ripped away by a shuddering mother.

"What in the- w-who are you?!" she demands hotly, suppressing a stutter as best as possible.

"A dream come true," you answer cheekily as you stare up into those shocked, livid eyes.

"Get out of my bed this instant before I- AHHHH!"

You cut off her protests by attacking her swollen clit with your mouth, wrapping your lips around that little buzzer of nerves and rolling it about with your tongue. The effect is instant as she cries out in climax, her legs locking tightly around your head as a steady stream of juices flows into your mouth. To add fuel to the fire, you thrust a pair of fingers into her clenching cunt, pistoning and curling against her g-spot, her moans evolving into full-fledged screams as she sprays violently on your face.

"Do all Schnee women have such explosive orgasms?" you muse to yourself quietly as you disengage your mouth and crawl up her body to embrace her.

"What... wha... what the..." she mumbles, her eyes hazy and unfocused.

"Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Michael Hazelton, and I am what's known as a God of Love, Lust, and Passion," you explain.

"Preposterous," she moans in defiance despite the still steady pumping of your fingers. "There's... oh heavens... there's no such thing... as...!"

"No need to be so pessimistic. I have come here tonight to ease the pain and loneliness in your heart, Willow Schnee."

As you say this, you withdraw your fingers to grasp and drag your swollen member back and forth along the winking lips of her sodden womanhood. She stares at you in shock and disbelief as you dip ever so slightly into her woefully underfucked cunt.

"You're insane...! I never... I would never... cheat on... my... my husband!"

"Are you sure?" you ask playfully, pressing the head of your ready erection in between those sweet folds.

She moans involuntarily with every poke and prod into her depths, her hips bucking up against yours out of reflex and driving you another inch deeper. Your own patience was wearing thin as the neglected MILF stares pleadingly into your eyes, conflict dancing in her irises between abhorrence and desire. You had to give her credit for this at least; she truly did take her fidelity as a wife seriously, even if the husband in question was ultimately undeserving.

"What do you want?" she whimpers. "I'll give you anything, jewels, riches, weapons, Dust, just please... don't do this to me."

"This has more to do with than just my own desires, and I have zero interest in worldly wealth," you explain. "My purpose here, dear Willow, is twofold. Firstly, as a God of Love and Lust, I shall grant you the satisfaction your body craves for this is in my nature. It was, after all, your spirit that called out to me. Secondly is to restore your rightful place as Head of the Schnee Dynasty."

That declaration is sufficient enough to gain her complete and undivided attention. Her eyes harden ever so slightly and she presses a hand to your chest.

"Explain," she orders.

"Your husband is a crafty sort, pulling strings behind the scenes and steadily assimilating bits and pieces of the SDC from your ownership and into his. Surely you were suspicious when upon your father's passing, he had left the majority of his holdings in the hands of a man who married into the family and not you?"

You were hardly fabricating these claims on the spot. Whilst you went to work on Willow's body, you tasked your omniscience to look into the history of her family and, by extension, the Company as a whole. Jacques had taken advantage of Nicholas Schnee's ailing health and convinced the elderly magnate that he and not Willow was best suited to lead the company upon his ****. A grieving daughter had little chance to fix matters and before she had an opportunity to act, the deed was already legally bound in writing.

"I read the will," Willow answered, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Father seemed to believe Jacques would be the company's best hope to flourish given my greater interest in becoming a Huntress."

Oh? That was a surprise, though not altogether unexpected nor unpleasant. Quite the contrary really. You anticipated Winter's and Weiss' ambitions to stem from somewhere, though you had expected that drive to come from their grandfather, not their overburdened and oppressed mother. That being said, this new revelation brought even stronger feelings of scorn and contempt for Jacques who not only took the Company away from its rightful heir, but also condemned her to the existence of a trophy wife to be flaunted at his beck and call.

"How are you supposed to help me?" she questions with a raising of her eyebrow.

"I have many abilities available to me as a minor Deity. Something like altering a few documents or discrediting certain high profile individuals would take little effort on my part. What do you say? Do we have a deal?"

You slowly piston your head back and forth between her lips, reminding her of her erotic disadvantage, the friction sending a shudder up her spine.

"Let me guess," she starts with a sigh. "You want to fuck me in exchange? Is that it?"

"Admit it Willow, you want this just as badly as I do."

She couldn't deny that claim. Her hungry pussy gripped and pulled upon your head with every withdrawal, reminding her of needs left unfulfilled. She simply needed just the right push...

"It should be a Schnee, a true Schnee to control this dynasty," you continue. "Not that pretender seeking to inflate his own wealth and prestige. Wouldn't you want to be the mother your children can be proud of again? Don't you desire to once more be something greater than just a hot piece for Jacques to flaunt at socials?"

"You're fabricating quite the... compelling argument," Willow finally admits, her hips making a nigh minuscule grind against yours. "Plenty of inflated promises. How can I be so certain you will deliver and not simply disappear after taking what you want?"

"If I truly came here just to take what I want... I wouldn't have bothered with all of this conversation and just fucked you into a coma already," you breathe into her ear.

That does it. The sexual tension building in Willow's loins finally snaps like a twig. Lunging forward, she grips your ass in both of her hands and pulls you in with a lusty growl. Her sudden willingness takes you by surprise and drives a gasp of bliss out of you alongside her keening wail of fulfillment.

"Gods, it's been so long!" she howls as you fill her completely.

"You need this, Willow. You need this badly."

You immediately piston into her fully, her shapely legs wrapping tightly around your lower back. She throws her head back and keens loudly in pleasure, her body undulating erotically against you as you finally set about pleasing her completely.

"Jacques... never... fucked... me... like... this!" she manages to say in between gasps. "Harder! Fuck me harder! Pummel my cunt until I can't walk straight!"

"Yes ma'am!"

You double your pace, roughly slapping your hips into hers with every entry as you quickly drive her to a second orgasm. She mauls at her own breasts, the heaving orbs straining against the fabric of her nightgown. Reaching forward and grasping the delicate cloth in your hands, you heave and rip it apart in two, the panties following in quick succession, and the tearing echoing loudly throughout the master-bedroom, unveiling her matronly melons to your viewing pleasure. They were utterly glorious as they bounced about mesmerizingly in rhythm with your thrusts. You couldn't resist the allure and immediately sink your hands into the soft, pliant flesh, marveling at how you couldn't fit your fingers completely around the luscious orbs. You couldn't wait to see them bursting with milk.

"You animal!" she gasps out as you tore away her gown.

"Admit it, you're getting off on this," you say with a snarling grin.

"Oh I fucking love it, you goddamn beast!" she roars.

What was once a frightened and demure housewife was soon replaced by a vicious woman starved of sexual satisfaction, her body now going on autopilot as it mashed itself up against yours in a **** need to satiate itself. Willow rakes her nails into your shoulder blades as the tremors wracking her body doubled in frequency, the constant pounding forcing her into orgasm. She lunges up and pulls you into a voracious kiss, sending her screams of pleasure down your throat. Her pussy grew impossibly tight as it curled around you like a vice, wringing at your dick desperately for the seed you were all too happy to give.

"I'm gonna fill you up now, Willow," you growl, ripping your mouth free of hers. "Take my load while I breed you."

"Damn you!" she wails as she feels your cockhead bloating up against her cervix. "You're ruining me! You're ruining me for Jacques, and you're making me like it!"

"You're not his anymore. You're mine! All mine!"

You roar possessively as the first volley of seed erupts from your shaft pressed tightly against her cervix, your hands dropping to grasp her hourglass rear and squeezing her against you. She makes no attempt to push you off, instead clinging tightly to you with arms and legs, obediently accepting your scalding hot baby batter into her lawfully wedded womb. So powerful was your orgasm that for a moment you thought you could hear yourself pumping load after thick load into her matronly body. Soon enough, the excess began squeezing its way back out and between your legs to dirty this shared bed of a married couple for over twenty years, and yet you couldn't find a shred of guilt in your entire being. You felt powerful, dominating, and proud.