Through the Fire and the Flames, we're banging on!

There was a term from numerous ero-games back home that were fan favorites in both Japan and the Western audiences. Some were played in real time, others had a turn-based engine, but all were affectionately referred to by a common term; Battle Fuck. In these games, the protagonist was charged with literally fucking their opponent into submission, usually through orgasm. The victor was then free to leave the vanquished where they lay, or continue sating their lusts to their heart's content. Whether through chance or divine providence, you very much found yourself in such a scenario with not only your life on the line, but the lives of all those who shared this planet with the Devil you've created.

In response to the intense flames swirling around you, your aura flares to life protectively, shielding you against the furious tendrils being conjured by the demon impaled upon your shaft. Cinder bucked madly against your hips, consumed by an all encompassing lust that dominated her brain; lust for power, lust for sexual gratification. The two intermingled into an explosive cocktail that threatened to engulf you and reduce your body to ashes, and while God's promise of immortality still held true in your mind, a small part of you feared that sliver of divine power you gave her could be your undoing. The time for games was over.

Digging your fingers into her asscheeks, you surge to your feet with a roar in defiance against the hellscape surrounding you. Instinctively, Cinder wraps her arms around your neck for security as you proceed to fuck her in earnest. Her screams of pleasure reach a feverish pitch as her lusts spiral out of control much like the rapidly spreading flames engulfing her once pristine and ornate bedroom. All around you, priceless linens and tapestries were engulfed in flames, the bed itself reduced to its charred, skeletal frame and the ceiling cracking apart to rain down around you. Your own clothes had long since disintegrated to ashes, though this was hardly a surprise, not with ground zero of a sexual warhead detonating in your lap.

"Look at us," Cinder manages to say amongst the roar of the inferno and the furious slapping of your hips. "Hell itself can't consume us. We can become Gods of this world! Take me! Make me your Queen! And together, we shall rule Remnant as husband and wife!"

Just as the words leave her lips, you drive her into yet another orgasm, her powers sparking around her in a furious flare up of sexual ferocity. Once more you felt the familiar boiling in your balls, forcing you to make a conscious effort to hold back, knowing full well your seed only fed her powers further. Gritting your teeth against the scalding onslaught, you stumble forward and slam fuck her against the wall. Perfectly manicured nails rake viciously into your back, strong enough even to draw blood, and while a heightened regeneration factor healed these wounds as quickly as they came, her constant scratching looped the experience in a constant cycle.

**** for more of your empowering seed, Cinder makes a point to roll her hips against yours with every upstroke, her scalding pussy milking at your cock voraciously with sinful desire, yet you remained steadfast. It took all of your concentration to send her shuddering into yet another climax. Her spasming body then confirms what you had silently hoped; a solitary orgasm in fact weakened her overall strength. Inwardly you grin as you capitalize on her new weakness. Your own fingers dig deeply into her perfect ass cheeks as you use her body like a toy, pulling and pushing her against your meat with reckless abandon, and she loves every second of it.

Unbeknownst to either of you, every impact her body made against the weakening wall left behind a growing spiderweb of cracks. Ashes and dust rain down upon you only to instantly disintegrate when landing upon Cinder's super-heated skin.

"Fuuuuuuck!" she bellows as you **** another orgasm out of her.

One more vigorous thrust and the wall gives way before you. Even in this sex-induced frenzy, Cinder realizes the lack of support as you stumble forward. She yelps as your footing is lost, tripping on what remained of the crumbling barrier and pinning her to the floor. Even still, you never stop thrusting. You can't afford to stop thrusting. Growling deep in your throat, you pin her arms over her head with one hand while your other rubs furiously at her clitoris. Being dominated combined with such **** over-stimulation becomes more than Cinder can readily handle, and her eyes begin rolling into her head in a lust-addled stupor.

With her higher mental faculties now shutting down, you make your move and begin drawing upon that divine power you had inadvertently gifted her. The sensation was... odd to say the least, and even strangely pleasurable. The most natural avenue for siphoning given your current position was through your cock. It was akin to ejaculation only the flow was in reverse, with stiffened, bulging heat crawling back down your urethra to the already overloaded sack slapping against her ass. You suck in a breath as the near-painful state of blue balls currently afflicting you grows exponentially worse. You were so close to victory, you could even visibly see Cinder's aura fizzling out with every stroke. One more orgasm, just one more and it would be over.

Cinder's cries had now died down to little whimpers as she falls limp in your grasp, her head laid out on the floor and lolling to the side as one last climax overtakes her. With it came the last shreds of divine aura rushing back up into your body and at last you fall still. Vision blurry with your now sexually dissatisfied state, you look down upon the thoroughly conquered Cinder Fall. Hair askew, eyes fluttered shut, and tongue hanging out comically, the sight is enough to momentarily make you forget that the entire building was falling apart around you. The flames were now spreading out of control. No doubt the White Fang would be alerted to your presence.

Swearing at your lack of foresight to take protective measures against such an outcome, as well as the overloaded heaviness in your scrotum, you pull free from Cinder's used and abused cunt and stand. Staring down at her **** body, you were now struck with the predicament of saving her from ****'s grasp or allowing her own inferno to consume her. She was one Hell of a lay and would make an excellent concubine, that much was certain, but she was also supremely cunning. Allowing her to live would give her many more opportunities to usurp you and make your life a general nightmare. You could also break her completely, reduce her to the illustrious status of cum dump and leave her to the whims of the world, but then she'd lose the smoking personality that made her such a fantastic fuck to begin with. As for leaving her to die, while a sensible option given the current state of the world, it just felt like a complete waste.