Absolutely fucking not.

The feel of your latest conquest was so electrifying, you hardly notice the shifting of power. In a surprising display of strength, Willow pushes strongly against you and rolls you onto your back, skillfully keeping you buried within her vice of a snatch as she straddles you.

"My turn," she growls huskily as she rolls her hips against yours.

"Warming up to me I take it?" you ask wryly.

"You have no idea... how long... it's been... since I've had a proper... orgasm," she growls with every grind of her pelvis.

Pent up indeed. It took little time at all before she was riding you like a madwoman, her wails of pleasure echoing against the walls along with the banging of the headboard. Her muscles coiled around you desperately as you fought to stave off the brewing load in your balls, her body eager to take in another helping of your seed. Gritting your teeth against the matronly woman's ministrations, you wrap your arms around her body and pull her down flush against you. She pitches forward with a gasp of surprise, only to squeal at the top of her lungs as you pound your hips up into hers in a mating frenzy.

"Yes yes yes yes yes!" she cries out deliriously. "Rail me until I can't walk straight!"

"Are you ready for another load, Willow? Are you ready to receive my seed and bear my child?"

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" she says with a grin. " Watch me swell up with your spawn. Hate to disappoint you stud, but I've already gone through menopause. No more Little Schnees for this old woman."

"See, that's where you're wrong," you clarify, suddenly halting your thrusts in favor of grinding your bloating cockhead against the tender wall that is her cervix. "I will revitalize your body back into fertility. I am a God. What I declare truth becomes so, and you, Willow Schnee, shall bear my children!"

With that declaration, a soft and golden glow of divine light radiates from Willow's abdomen just as the first volley of sperm begins its journey into an eagerly awaiting womb. With it came a wave of warm ecstasy that crashes into the unwitting matriarch without warning, making her shake in your arms as her eyes grow wide with disbelief whilst you fill her to capacity with long, purposeful strokes.

"Th-this...! This is...!" she stutters with difficulty. "What are... you... doing to me...?!"

"Making you a mother once more," you answer through straining teeth. "Milk me, Willow. Milk me of all of my seed."

She leans up as best as she can despite the iron grip you held upon her hips and stares down at the evidence of your coupling with incredulity. Her body, too enraptured with pleasure and a need to breed, continues to squeeze dollop after thick dollop out of your throbbing manhood.

"Is this really happening?" she whimpers.

You sit up to embrace her, her earlier **** bubbling back up to the surface as she weakly presses her hands against your chest.

"This is my price for helping you retake your dynasty," you explain with a low growl. "Does this frighten you?"

"Of course it does!" she answers hotly. "Jacques will kill me if he finds out that not only am I still fertile, but I'm carrying another man's child! It's been years since he's even touched me!"

"No he won't," you declare. "From this day forth, you are under my protection and blessing. No longer will you need to suffer his greed and infidelity, nor will the rest of your children."

"You'd better be right about this," she mewls with unease.

"Come now, it's not all that bad," you say to reassure her, gently easing her onto her back with gentle thrusts. "Doesn't a part of you miss raising a child?"

"A little bit..." she admits bashfully as she bites her lip. "Everything is just happening so fast. I don't even know if this is all just a dream!"

"Would a dream feel this good?"

You angle your thrusting ever so slightly and push teasingly against her g-spot, forcing a loud moan from her throat.

"I... I don't knowww!" she cries as you push her towards yet another orgasm. "These... these things you're doing to me...! You're not natural...!"

You chuckle deeply at her helplessness and lean down to embrace her much like a lover would.

"Of course not. I'm Divine."

With that, you seal your lips against hers in a passionate kiss, stealing her troubles away with both charismatic charm and Godly influence. With every passing minute, every roll of your hips, she relaxes just a bit more in your arms until finally she's clinging tightly to you like a love-struck virgin. Her legs wrap sensually around your waist and her arms drape over your shoulders as shuddering moans and blissful sighs mix lewdly with your satisfied grunts.

Time loses meaning as you settle into a relaxing pace of bumping and grinding, your hands roaming across every inch of her creamy skin from her voluptuous hips to motherly breasts, to the arch of her back and the thick swell of her rear. Perfectly manicured nails rake into your back with every shuddering orgasm you bestow upon her, the scratches of a mother unwittingly joining those of her daughter. The fleeting thought of Weiss resting peacefully down the hall makes your cock lurch in anticipation, the fantasy of a mother-daughter session driving your libido into as-of-yet unexplored territory, the sudden jump not going unnoticed by the now thoroughly fucked Schnee Matriarch.

"You're going to burst again, aren't you?" she whispers into your ear. "You're going to dump all of your virile seed into my body. Take responsibility of me then. If you insist on having me bear your child then promise me, please."

She pleads with both her voice and her eyes, her body anticipating the tell-tale swelling in your manhood. You cup her face in your hands lovingly, your imminent orgasm upon you.

"I promise."

One last kiss is all it takes to cement her faith in you, and as you press yourself up against the minuscule window of her womb, you break the flood gates and let loose into her now thoroughly filled body. The sensation of your searing heat splashing against her insides sends Willow into her final shuddering fit of the night. Her tongue lolls about in blissful agony while she mashes her body up against yours, her muscles going taut in your grasp before falling limp and spent. As a shiver of satisfaction carries through you, you lean up and pull yourself free of her grasping womanhood, a trail of spunk flowing freely onto the sheets. You smile as you look upon her **** form, her body far too neglected to handle a God's touch for any reasonable amount of time. Regardless, you make a note to continue such visits in the near future as you checked a second Schnee off the list. You had high hopes for Winter to be able to keep pace with you given her militant lifestyle, but that was a conquest saved for another day.

"Two down, one to go," you muse quietly to yourself as you cast a cleansing spell over your new matron and her bed.

A final appraisal of her body confirmed that your seed had taken root in her once-barren womb. A fourth Schnee child was now on the way, and it wasn't Jacques'. Pleased with your work, you tuck her in and take your leave, moving briskly down the halls to collect your Snow Angel for departure. You find her curled into a ball upon your return and, as gently as possible to keep from waking her up, you lift her into a bridal carry. One final command from you ends the chrono spell as the snow flurries resume their billowing in the frigid, Atlesian night. Smile on your face, you vanish without a trace from the Schnee Manor.