A distant beach on the island

Sienna stumbles with shock as you take her away to a far off and secluded corner of Menagerie, the rolling surf filling your ears whilst salty mist caresses your skin, the pleasant sensation a stark contrast against the hatred she was focusing upon you.

"What have you done?" she snarls.

"Oh I've simply brought us to a place where we wouldn't be disturbed, although I will admit that I wasn't entirely honest about myself being human. After all, no mere mortal could match my power."

"Enough of this!"

Her battle cry tore across the sands as she lashed out with her whip with blinding speed, though for you it was simply child's play. Your hand snaps up to snatch the offending barbs from mid air, clenching it tightly in your grip and tugging her forward. Sienna was far from a novice however, having attained the rank of High Leader for a reason. She vaults with the momentum, soaring high over your head to come crashing down with an aura enhanced ax kick. You raise an arm in a block and catch her, the **** of the impact sending shockwaves in all directions. What followed was a furious sequence of kicks, jabs, and lashes, the tiger Faunus eager to take your head. She was far faster than the show had ever portrayed her and it brought a smile to your face. This was the Sienna Khan you wished to claim.

Despite her well practiced ferocity, she failed to land a single hit on you and in due time, the constant exertion was began to take its toll. Sweat beaded upon her face and her chest heaved for breath as she went all out on your infuriating form. Claws intended to gouge out your face instead tore at thin air, and the lashing of her whip kicked up more sand than blood. Still, rather than end the one-sided bout prematurely, you opted instead to taunt and tease her.

"Oh dear, is this really the best the White Fang has to offer? No wonder Adam went down so quickly."

"Don't you mock me!" she roars, not unlike the animal she resembled.

She rips off her cloak and bristles up with flaring aura reminiscent of a Dragon Ball character, her appearance taking on a far more feral form. Teeth and claws elongated to match the sabertooth tigers of old, and her eyes narrowed into amber slits. Whip forgotten in the sand, she vaults forward in a frenzy on all fours, fighting more like an animal than the disciplined warrior she prided herself to be. This time you're **** to take more of a deliberate effort in avoiding her attacks as her strength, speed, and agility all seemed to have doubled. Was this her Semblance or was it a shared trait amongst all predatorial Faunus? To go feral? You had no idea, nor were you afforded the time to ponder as a set of razor-sharp claws passed dangerously along your cheek, pricking slightly at the tinged flesh. She was truly a dangerous and worthy opponent.

"Are you still in there, Sienna? Or are you too blinded with rage to hear me?"

The latter must've been more apparent as she refuses to let up on her ****. Deciding to it was time to put the cat to bed so to speak, you finally act of your own accord and step forward within her guard. One hand catches both of hers at the wrists while the other places its index finger upon the ruby-red jewel on her forehead.

"That's enough of that temper tantrum for now."

The finger pulls back to flick her and she's sent flying backwards, aura fizzling out with her landing. Her feral features retract, leaving a thoroughly defeated Sienna Khan behind.

"H-how...?" she struggles to say, her muscles unresponsive as she was brought instantly to her limit.

You flash step to her side and look down upon her, your hands folded at the small of your back.

"I told you I came to talk, not fight. Honestly I'm not sure what you were expecting after what I did to your guards. Now, are you ready to place nice or do I have to spank you again?"

She snarls with defiance and stubbornly yanks her gaze away from you, but you still caught the flash of submission in her eyes. Pleased with her answer, you raise your hand and transfer just enough energy into her body to give her range of movement again. Begrudgingly, she flexes her extremities and muscles, recognizing she was in no condition to fight. With a sigh, she sits up just as you sit down next to her.

"Fine. Why are you here? What do you want?"

"Well the what and why are the same thing. Tell me, what is your deepest, most **** desire in this world?"

Sienna moves to make a snarky reply but catches herself before the words could leave her lips. Your eyes had caught hers as you channeled some divine charm. Ever so slightly, her cheeks redden as you plant seeds of debauchery in her subconscious, but this was far from some virgin maiden who'd spread her legs for the first prince to sweep her off her feet. As quickly as it came, it was gone again and a hardened glint shown in her eyes.

"I want to be Empress," she states plainly. "I want to be a symbol of strength, pride, justice, and beauty for my people. I want to right the wrongs Humans have subjected upon us, and lead us into a Golden Age for all Faunus kind."

"But at the price of Humankind," you reason.

"Humans are dead to me. They have slaughtered and enslaved many who were close to me. The dead must be avenged."

"And what would you do as your first act as Empress?"

A fire ignites in her eyes as she clenches a fist.

"I will burn Atlas to the ground, and build a new kingdom on its ashes."

"And that's where your reign would end," you state simply. "Menagerie doesn't have the strength to fight a world superpower in the manner you're envisioning."

"You think I don't know that?" she snaps at you. "You asked what my desire was. There it is."

"Is that all there is? Is there really nothing more... personal in that little heart of yours?" you press, dialing the charm back up in your voice.

She's taken aback again, the hairs on her neck standing on end as you let a wave of arousal wash over her. Biting back an involuntary moan, she squeezes her legs together and turns away from you in a vain effort to edge away.

"Just what the hell are you?" she breathes out shakily.

"It's easier to show rather than tell."

You reach forward and cup her cheek with your hand, the proud tiger flinching at your touch. Nonetheless, she's powerless to resist your direction and turns back to meet your hypnotizing gaze. Placing your other hand back on her forehead, you transfer all the relevant information directly into her brain. Her eyes glaze over as a myriad of images, lewd and otherwise, dance through her vision until she forcibly cuts herself off from the connection with a violent yank of her head.

"Get away from me!" she cries out in terror, anxiously backpedaling out of reach.

"What's the matter? Did you see something you like?" you ask with a smirk.

"You're a pervert! A shameless pervert! How dare you show me visions like that?!" she demands hotly. "The Schnee Heiress and Matriarch, a championship winner, criminal scum, even the Belladonna girl..."

"Oh I'm more than just a pervert, my dear. I'm a God of the most carnal variety, and I daresay you quite enjoyed what I had to show you."

"If you think I'm just going to bend over just so you can put your disgusting spawn in me, then I'd sooner bite off my tongue and **** to **** on my own blood!"

"Yes, yes that's it! That's exactly the kind of fire I'm looking for!" you praise, crawling towards her in a predatory manner. "Know that I can grant you your wish, make you the Empress you so desperately desire to be."

"But I have to let you fuck me in the process," she spits out vehemently, desperately defying the growing heat in her loins. "I'm many things, but a whore isn't one of them!"

"Exactly, which makes you desirable to me as a woman. Sure, I could fuck literally any random girl out in town, but you? You have passion, strength, ambition, and the will to make it all happen."

As you said this, you trace your fingers along a stocking-clad leg, sending goosebumps along her skin with your electrifying touch. She was fighting desperately against the arousal you were stoking within her, biting down upon her lip in defiance for feeling even remotely turned on for a human, but it was a losing battle. With every inch she tried to put between you, you readily closed the gap, and with her back now pressed up against a palm tree, she had nowhere else to run. You errant finger traces along the gold band of her stocking, teasing the caramel flesh at its border, and ever so slightly, you inched up along her inner thigh. Her breath hitches and a clawed hand weakly grasps at your wrist to halt your progress.

"S-stop! Please I..." she pants.

"Stop... what?" you ask with a rolling growl.

"If you keep going I... I'll..." she tries to explain, unwilling to give voice to her desires.

"You'll what... give in?" you continue, teasing her.

She gives a single nod of mortification, a weak groan accompanying, yet she didn't make to push your hand away.

"We both know what you want," you continue, leaning in to whisper the words into her ear. "So take it."

To seal the deal, you trace your tongue up along her neck to her ear lobe, catching it with your teeth. Her eyes clench shut in one final attempt at resistance, her grip on your wrist weakening. Just... a little... closer.