Right here. Right now.

Pyrrha's hot and heavy breath left an intoxicating aroma wafting about you as she straddles your lap and pulls you in for a voracious kiss. Your arms wrap securely around her body, hugging her close whilst she grinds herself upon the bulge of your eager manhood, erotic whimpers fluttering from between her lips. You then drop your hands to grip tightly into her amazonian rear, the satin material bunching up between your fingers as you pull and knead her heavenly cheeks. Breaking the kiss, you shift to attack her neck with your teeth, pricking upon her peach flesh in lustful abandon.

"Get on your knees," you rumble. "Service your God."

"I am at your command," she answers sultrily.

To see Pyrrha Nikos, the Invincible Girl, slide down in between your legs with the heavy lidded expression of a common escort sent a powerful spark of arousal coursing through your veins. Your breath hitches in your throat as she leisurely reaches forward, her dexterous fingers undoing your belt and buttons with ease. She pauses for a moment as your trousers come free, gripping you through the tight confines of your boxer briefs and stroking along the member that lies hidden within. Her pumps are pleasingly precise, your warrior wife limiting herself solely to her thumb and index finger, the calloused pads tracing along your glans with every pass.

"Damn Pyr... did you practice?" you say with gritting teeth.

Pyrrha chooses not to verbally answer you, settling with a coy smile as she lightly quickens her pace. The patch of fabric pressed tightly against your crown was rapidly moistening with your pre-arousal while your shaft twitched madly beneath her ministrations. She was good. Very good. At the rate she was going, you wondered how much longer you could hold out. Then again, you did stress that you wanted her as an equal and not just a servant. A portion of your God powers, however small, did indeed transfer over and you suspected she was at least subconsciously using it against you. Not that you were complaining, not with the heavenly sensations she was giving you, but you could only hope she wouldn't tease you for too much longer.

Thankfully, she seems to have the same idea in mind and with both hands planted on your thighs, she leans down and gives a maddening lick up and along your shaft until she reached the waistband. You nearly lose yourself right then and there when she takes the elastic fabric between her teeth and tugs it down, releasing your turgid member from its prison. She giggles as it springs forward at the ready, lightly tapping her on the nose as if to say hello to an old friend.

"This is the weapon you used to conquer me..." she coos as she grasps you with both hands. "I didn't get to see it before, but now it's easy to tell why you defeated me so soundly."

A shuddering sigh escapes you as she begins to gently milk you, her wrists corkscrewing up and down with every stroke. Never does she break eye contact, her emerald orbs locked intently with yours whilst her grip steadily tightens around you. By now you had pre-arousal copiously spilling freely from your urethra, the fluid flowing down and around your shaft to slicken her strokes. The sloppiness of the handjob only worsens as she leans forward and hangs her tongue out a hair's breadth away from your throbbing head, allowing a stream of saliva to drip down upon you. The sudden warmth of her spittle causes you to grasp the bench in an iron grip, slightly cracking the wooden planks beneath the pressure. All the while, Pyrrha continues to stare up at you, happily drinking in your expressions of helplessness and euphoria.

"I can feel you shuddering, dear Husband," she comments in a smoky tone. "You're close... aren't you?"

You can only grunt in response as her stroking speeds up into a blur. You could feel a tremendous boiling in your loins brought about by her divine handjob. The floodgates were about to burst and you knew there was no stopping this release.

"Suck it," you growl.

She obeys without question, leaning forward with her mouth open wide and taking the entirety of your length down her throat with ease.

"Holy fuck, Pyrrha!" you gasp as her esophagus massages your crown.

A double handjob was one thing, but when the hell did she practice deep throating? Her oral expertise has you curling over from sensory overload, your hands grasping the back of her head and holding her in place while your seed rushes out with a violent fury. Her eyes grow wide at the sudden ejaculation spilling directly down her throat and she struggles to gulp it down without ****, no easy feat considering you held an iron grip on her hair and tiara. Tears brew in her eyes, making her makeup run and smudge messily down her cheeks, yet she continued to receive you in stride. It wasn't until said eyes began to roll back from lack of oxygen that you finally release your grip, allowing her to ease off of your member inch by inch. A lewd slurping sound follows as she suckles hard upon you, refusing to let a single drop go to waste before pausing at your head. Cradling the sensitive flesh between her lips, she wipes it clean with rapid strokes from her tongue that send goosebumps across your skin before finally releasing you into the night air.

"Are you pleased with my technique, my love?" she asks demurely whilst absently stroking your still ready shaft.

"You better not have practiced on other men while I've been gone," you growl playfully, earning a giggle from her.

"Of course not. Yours is the only cock I will ever touch. Is there any other way I can serve you tonight?" she asks enticingly.

You surge to your feet, grasping her domineeringly by the shoulders and pushing her backwards against the balcony railing. She yelps in surprise as you then lift her leg up into a standing split, her ruby red high heels pointed to the sky while her dress rides up around her waist, revealing the prize of her womanhood shielded by scarlet, lace panties, a long trail of feminine juices running down the inside of her sculpted leg.

"Mine," you rumble with lust.

"Yours," she whimpers in ecstasy as you pull her panties aside and thrust into her heavenly womanhood.

Pyrrha wails in ecstasy as you bottom out inside of her, the bulbous crown of your cockhead resting tightly against her cervix. She arches backward over the railing, pressing her full breasts against you and throwing her head to the stars whilst her muscled cunt milks and squeezes down upon you in rapture. Withdrawing from her depths is a chore in of itself as she greedily grips you. You barely make it about halfway before a compulsion to bury yourself once more overtakes you. Gripping her possessively by the hips, you settle into a steady rhythm of long strokes, stoking the flames of her lust to scorching intensity. With every passing of your cockhead you grind against her g-spot, sending pleasurable tremors through her body that quickly bring her to orgasm.

She grasps tightly to your shoulders with perfectly manicured nails, the biting pain of her clawing sending sensational shocks of euphoria coursing down your spine. She was every man's dream woman, and she belonged to you. The mere thought of claiming the Champion herself as your wife had your second orgasm bubbling energetically within you, and it had your eager shaft twitching madly with release.

"C-cumming!" she manages to utter before going into full body spasms.

Her pussy wrings you with a **** grip, spurring you forward to thrust at a much faster, rougher pace. Feminine juices splash upon your hips with each repetition, soaking through your trousers until they were little more than a cum-logged mess, but you didn't care. All that mattered right now was dumping a fresh load of male ejaculate against the twitching face of her cervix. Pressing deeply against her, you promptly do exactly that, gripping tightly at her waist and stabbing forward with each spewing volley.

"Gods you're so sexy, Pyrrha," you gasp out as you suckle at the crook of her neck.

She cradles your head as your thrusting eventually slows, but the fun is far from over. Shifting to the side, you allow her leg to fall back down to earth, releasing a relieved sigh from her lips though you give her little time to enjoy her recovery. You give a gentle yet firm twisting of her hips, spinning her round until her back was facing you and press her forward over the railing. Hiking her evening gown up around her lower back, you take a moment to admire her well toned rear before thrusting yourself back home into her womanhood with greater lust.

"Pull my hair!" she gasps out between the staccato slaps of your hips.

You merely grunt in response as you twine your fingers into those majestic, scarlet locks and roughly yank her head back.

"Yes! Just like that!" she shrieks.

"So the Champion herself likes getting fucked like a common whore?" you growl back, draping yourself over her to nip at her ear. "What would your parents think if they could see you now? What about everyone else at the party? Do you _want _them to hear you scream like some street slut?!"

"I don't care! Just don't stop! Don't you dare stop!"

You were all to happy to oblige. Steadying yourself with the iron grip you held upon her magnificent tresses, you plow ahead at full strength and speed, turning your hips and her cheeks an angry shade of red to match her gown. Any normal girl would've been far too bruised and battered to gain anything beyond pain from this coupling, but Pyrrha was far from a normal girl. She was a warrior, and soon she would be a Goddess. People would come from the furthest reaches of Remnant to pay tribute to your Scarlet Queen and Divine Wife. Her very presence would bring even the strongest and coldest of men to their knees with rapturous tears, and yet she would rebuff them all as the humble young woman she has always been. The only factor that would ever eclipse her beauty and power would be her benevolence and tender nature. You shuddered with excitement at what the future could hold.

"Cumming again," you grunt as you grip tightly at her rear. "Cumming right now... deep inside you... my warrior Queen."

"Fill me!" she gasps. "Bless your Queen with your divine seed!"

She joins you in orgasm just as the first volley erupts within her. You moan and thrash together, your bodies now slick with enough sweat to ruin your clothes. Grabbing her firmly by the neck, you pull her back against you and claim her mouth with a voracious kiss, one she eagerly though sloppily returns. Thick rivers of spunk run down her legs as the excess spills out of her spasming cunt, collecting in thick puddles on the floor that go completely ignored. As your grip on her body slackens, she falls forward to brace herself weakly on the railing with you soon following. You give weaker thrusts as your orgasm continues to sully her depths, your lips peppering every inch of reachable skin with loving kisses. The aura transfer repeats in a much stronger fashion, and your bodies glow with an ethereal golden light, your souls forever intertwined.

"Michael..." she moans between heaving breaths. "You're cumming so much, even more than last time."

"It's because I want you to bear my child, Pyrrha," you whisper into her ear, your hands now kneading her full breasts. "And I want these to swell heavily with milk."

"Naughty..." she coos. "Someday though. We just have to save the world first."

You let out a chuckle at her condition.

"No pressure, right?" you say with a smile.

The two of you remain there locked together for a few more minutes until your orgasm at last begins to wane. As the twitching of you shaft comes to a stop, you reluctantly pry yourself free from her thoroughly filled cunt. Pyrrha moans with disappointment as the sensation of being filled with her King's royal scepter departs her loins, but was ultimately quite satisfied with how thoroughly you seeded her, and what a sight she was; dress hiked up over her waist, rump exposed, her cheeks a shining, glowing cherry in color, and a twitching womanhood literally plugged with seed. She follows your gaze and, with a coy smile, reaches between her legs to spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers, allowing even more of your viscous fluid to seep out and splash upon the ground with wet plops.

"You did this to me," she teases. "You'll take responsibility when the time does come for me to carry your child, yes?"

"A thousand times yes," you agree with a goofy smile.

Pleased with your answer, she slides her panties back into place, not that it would do that much good to stop your seed from freely dripping down her legs, and leisurely fixes up her hair with her fingers. Similarly, you clean up the evidence of your frisky endeavors and smartly redress yourself.

"Next time, I would like something more romantic for our coupling," she begins. "As exciting as a public romp at a dance party can be, I'm still a woman with more refined tastes. I certainly hope you won't disappoint."

"Your wish is my command, my Queen," you promise.

Your given title for her brings an elegant blush to her cheeks and you can't help but step forward to embrace her. She laughs jovially at your enthusiasm and meets your advance with a slow, sensual kiss. If it wasn't clear before, it certainly was now. Pyrrha Nikos was officially your wife by Divine decree.