Her wish is your command

It was easy to forget any notion of pain and discomfort when one had a sensual cat Faunus grinding erotically in their lap. All sense of sensation that didn't revolve around the sweet aroma of her scent or the electrical thrill of every roll from her hips fell aside in the face of wanton debauchery. Admittedly, Blake's desire was nothing out of the ordinary but her boldness to act on those desires in the same room as her teammates left you pleasantly surprised. Fair hands drag their nails down your chest through your shirt and fell upon the rapidly growing tent in your trousers. Deft fingers quickly undo the belt and button, freeing you to the cold night air and her enrapturing touch. A hissing breath is sucked in as her palm rotates along your crown, sending electric shivers up your spine.

Not one to remain idle, your own hands work at her shorts in kind while you spew a mental curse at the inconvenience of pants, yet you refused to allow impatience to take over. Feeling her waistband slacken from your efforts, Blake works in tandem with you and raises her hips ever so slightly to allow you to awkwardly shimmy the offending garments down her legs to pool at her ankles, providing just enough room to spread herself open for the act while still remaining clothed enough for a hasty redressing should the situation called. Or maybe not? After all, Blake had no idea you could freeze time, but then again if she was initiating this session, maybe the possibility of getting caught was a secret kink of hers.

Halting your restless thoughts, you focus instead on the heady aroma of her feline arousal, a growing patch of female honey soaking through the face of her violet satin panties. Such arousal became even more apparent as she positioned herself over you and pulled the offending fabric aside, eager to take you in for this quiet quickie. Tender, loving sweetness soon engulfs you as Blake lowers herself upon your throbbing member, letting out the barest of coos at penetration until she sits flush against your pelvis. Wrapping her arms around you once more, she leans in with a passionate kiss and begins lethargically rocking against you.

"So... good..." she whispers smokily against your lips.

You hum softly in agreement. Every caress of her inner walls, every delicious milking of her cunt and brush of her silken, stocking-clad thighs sends goosebumps across your skin, and she still maintained that same, patient and deliberate pace; a true lover through and through. In time, you joined her rocking in tandem, meeting her every thrust with minute circles that gently ground you against the firm yet soft face of her cervix. Not too tame yet not too, it was the perfect balance that turned Blake into putty in your hands. It showed as such as she fell forwards into your arms, pressing herself tightly to you.

"Michael... what have you done to me?" she marvels quietly to you.

"I made you honest with yourself," you answer lowly. "No more denying yourself this pleasure."

She buries her face into your neck as she shakes her head no, tiny whimpers and mewls leaking from between her lips as you take the lead, emphasizing long strokes that used your entire length to saw into her and against her g-spot.

"F-fuck...!" she manages to say into your ear with a shiver, jolting your own pleasure forward. "Cumming...!"

"Cum for me, sweetheart," you growl huskily. "I want to feel you shuddering around me."

Her head drops into the crook of your neck, teeth clamping upon your shoulder in an effort to stifle the keening moans of her orgasm. What followed was a rhythmic squeezing from her muscled cunt, drawing upon you in waves as a steady, gushing flow of kitten honey rolls down your lazily pistoning shaft. She shudders in your arms, jerking her hips against you and grinding your cockhead against her g-spot, prolonging her orgasm and pushing you closer to the edge until finally with a soft grunt and tight grip upon her ass, you join her in blissful release. The sensation of that blooming heat against her cervix redoubles her pleasure, and she hungrily attacks your lips with a voracious kiss. Most importantly of all was the low rumble of her lewd purr that sent electricity through your nerves.

Holding her tightly, you let your orgasm run its course, reveling for the umpteenth time in your good fortune since you arrived on Remnant. Minuscule pistoning of your hips are the only movements shared between you until Blake finally parts just enough to gaze into your eyes.

"Thank you," she whispers with a soft smile, followed by pecking you on the lips.

"Anytime," you answer her with a sated grin.

She pulls away from you reluctantly and stands, moving only out of necessity given the close proximity of her team. Once more you're treated to the lovely sight of cum trailing down the inside of her creamy thighs. Smirking down at you, she turns in place to show off her perfect, heart-shaped rear as she pulls up her panties and shorts to seal in your seed where it belongs.

"Go ahead and get some rest. I can take over watch," you offer.

"Are you sure?" she asks.

"It's fine. I've gotten plenty enough asleep today so I'll take watch."

She hesitates for a moment but ultimately accepts your words and retires for the night, leaving you to your thoughts and the warm flickering of the fire. Within minutes, the lovely cat faunus slips into dream world, oblivious to the world as you cast a protective charm over the campsite and sit up into a meditative position. Closing your eyes, you spread your senses throughout Mountain Glenn. True to Blake's words, you find that oppressive shadow is nowhere to be seen, nor are the hordes of Grimm that once infested these streets. With this discovery, a stroke of inspiration hits you. Mountain Glenn was known as Vale's greatest failure, but with it you saw opportunity, the opportunity to build a new kingdom for your loyal followers, serving as a shining example of your Divinity.

A decision reached, you harness your power and teleport to the outskirts of the ruins, just beyond the city's edge. Holding out your hand, you conjure a a shining diamond in your palm and imbue it with a great deal of light magic, giving the gem a glorious glow that could pierce even the thickest of shadows. At your command, a stone pedestal bursts from the ground, perfectly formed to house your new warding jewel. With the diamond in place, the pedestal retreats into the ground to become hidden from view by any would-be looters with not a trace of its presence left behind; the perfect deterrent against Grimm. You repeat this task another ten times at equal intervals along the city perimeter until the entirety of Mountain Glenn fell under your protection. Even in your absence, the Grimm would never be able to return. That was when you saw them; a pair of White Fang patrols making their rounds on the street.

At your silent command, an invisibility spell falls over you, shielding you from their senses as they approach your position, close enough for you to eavesdrop upon their conversation.

"This is crazy," said one, a female with deer antlers. "Normally there'd be Grimm all over the place, but it's like we're walking through a ghost town."

"I don't get it," added the other, a male with a rat's tail. "I thought the Grimm loved this place. It makes no sense that they would just get up and leave."

"Maybe something big came along that scared them off?"

"Grimm? Scared? Don't be stupid. Those monsters aren't afraid of anything. You felt those tremors earlier today. Something showed up and wiped them out."

"How? Who the hell would be strong enough to kill literally thousands of Grimm and leave not leave any trace of evidence behind?"

"Maybe the God of Light has returned to finally get rid of them?"

"Or maybe you're just sleep deprived from all the extra hours Adam has had us putting in. I can't wait to get out of this shithole and finally shoot some humans..."

"Any day now, sister. Our schedule got moved up last I heard. Vale will get what's coming to them soon enough."

You narrow your eyes at this new information. In the original story, Torchwick launched an underground train loaded with dust explosives without Cinder's prior order thanks to Team RWBY's interference. As a result, the level of damage inflicted wasn't nearly as bad as it could've been. Now however, thanks to your influence, it seemed Adam had every intention to move ahead of schedule and had been preparing accordingly. Stretching out with your senses, you dive deep below to find the aura signatures of literally thousands of White Fang scurrying about in preparation for a big movement, but among those signatures were two significantly more powerful auras giving command. Their presence wasn't at all a surprise, but that didn't mean you were particularly eager to fight both of them at once. Oh well. You had some work to do.