Salem's New Disciple

"Think of it as a second Semblance. It should obey you just like one, as you've already worked out." The Queen of the Grimm said from her position seated at the head of the table as she addressed him, her newest servant.

"Uhuh." He muttered in his distraction, barely focusing on her words as he put her gift to good use. He was seated at her left hand side right now, her other disciples sat around the rest of the table, all of them having been present for her introduction of him into their ranks.

"Are you listening to me?" She questioned, growing irate very quickly. Tyrion began to cackle from the other side of the table as he sensed his Goddess' displeasure and knew that someone other than him was going to be punished very soon. "I am willing to accept your dalliances, but you will know I am your queen now and for the rest of your life."

"Sure." He said again, his hands beginning to move faster as he pumped Cinder's mouth up and down his shaft. Her lipstick was beginning to smear along the length of his cock in a way that he was beginning to find incredibly appealing, and that combined with the sheer act of vengeance that he was getting on her was just a sheer ecstatic thrill. He was rapidly building towards his climax as he forcefully shoved her up and down his cock.

He wanted to see her with his seed leaking from her lips, he wanted to see her splattered with semen like the dumb fucking whore that she was. Just those thoughts of ****, those ideas of Cinder being used as the sex toy that she was obviously meant to be, were enough to tip him well over the edge. "Oh yes." He growled out as his seed erupted from the tip of his shaft. He pulled her back after a few spurts to make sure that he painted her face with a good amount too.

"Are you satisfied now?" Salem asked him through partially gritted teeth. "Have you exploited my benevolence long enough, or do you intend to keep dragging on my patience much longer?"

"No. I'm..." He gulped for breath a few times as he tried to recover from the best orgasm of his life. "I'm good." He managed to get out. "So just to get this all straight, I'm your bitch. You want me to jump I ask how high. But so long as I play nice, I get to do whatever the fuck I want. I can take this little whore here." He said, gesturing down to the cum spattered Cinder. "Bend her over in the middle of a crowded street and leave her leaking from all holes like a 10 lien hooker. And you'll just let me do that?"

"Indeed." She replied, seeming to be glad to be back on track as well as the confirmation he had actually been listening to her words even if he hadn't gotten the specifics. "I am more than benevolent to those who know which side they are on."

"Mmmhmm." He nodded. Before being struck by a very specific idea. Flexing his new power to the greatest extent that he was able to manage, he slid back his chair and stood up, leaving Cinder to begin coughing and spitting up his semen all over the floor as his cock withdrew from her throat. He moved quickly to the head of the table, towards Salem.

His hand raised up towards her breasts, eager to cop a feel of the most powerful woman on the planet. After all with this power she had given him there was absolutely nothing that she could do to stop him.

Her hand clamped down around his wrist. He immediately felt his aura flare into existence around his arm where she had seized him, straining against her, but he felt as it rapidly drained away in almost seconds before shattering entirely. The moment it did his arm began to turn grey where she touched, the colour draining away and the skin beginning to look limp and dead. "It seems you were too occupied with Cinder to hear what I said. Don't you worry." She said, a glint in her eye. "I am more than willing to repeat myself."

She stood from her throne, the act by itself driving him down to his knees as his hand began to throb with incredible pain beyond anything he had ever felt before. It was like his nerves were on fire, and he could swear he saw cracks beginning to for in the surface of his skin. The pain only intensified more and more as she loomed over him. "I gave you this power, rather than any of my loyal and proven minions, because you are expendable. You are an experiment to me. A successful one so far, but if you turn out to not be worth the investment I can cast you aside like the trash you were before I found you."

"This power you have is mine, not yours." She continued, and he felt the second semblance she'd given him turn off. It was still there fore the moment but he couldn't keep it up with whatever she was doing to his aura. By now the pain was beginning to consume him, the grey having spread until it reached his shoulder, and the first of the cracks in his greyed out skin finally split open, black blood beginning to ooze out more like tar than blood or water. "I can take it back at any time I choose, and as I said, I have never tried this before. I have absolutely no guarantee you would survive the removal process. So I'd advise you to not test me on this."

She finally released him, his aura flaring back to life almost immediately like she had been a black hole sucking it out of him instead of him having been legitimately empty. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the colour coming back into his arm, the pain fading away as his blood turned back to being red, and the split in his arm slowly closed over. Note to self for the future. This Witch wasn't dumb enough to give him a power that worked on her.

"Yes. My Queen." He groused out after a few seconds, Salem retaking her seat in satisfaction at his show of 'devotion'. Tyrian let out a whine of disappointment that he wouldn't be seeing anything harsher. The other members of the little council mumbled their own comments as he climbed back to his feet, just in time to see Cinder climbing to her own, a look of absolute revulsion on her face.

"How dare you!" She practically screamed at him, spitting out another glob of semen as she wiped her chin with one hand, and a ripple of orange ran up her dress until an orb of flame formed in her other. "You think you can use me like some cheap doll? I'll destroy you for that!"

It was cute how she thought she could in any way stand up to him just because Salem was beyond him. He may have only been here a little while, but he was already far beyond her now. His second semblance slammed down into place over her, and he stepped in quickly towards her, sweeping her into a hug. His lips pressed to hers, feeling a little discomfort at tasting his own semen on her lips, but being much more occupied with the way her ass felt in his hands, even through her dress. It was nice. She had a good body. He was really going to enjoy toying with it for the rest of his time here.

His hands rapidly began to pull up the hem of her dress and lower her panties even as he lifted her up physically by the ass and retook his seat. This time when he sat down, her pussy plunged down right on top of him. She was nice and tight, though not a virgin. He took a glance around the room, assessing which of them had probably taken it. Not Tyrian. He was way too psycho. Probably not Hazel. It his dick followed along with the size of the rest of him, then there was no way she'd still be this tight after trying him. Still it was a possibility. Watts was more likely. But he barely knew anything about the man besides his name.

His head turned towards Salem again, her looking at him almost amused at the way he was toying with a fellow subordinate who was supposedly his senior. Actually, that fit. He could definitely imagine Cinder kneeling between Salem's legs, giving her a good old tongue bathing, before the Queen turned things around on her and railed her with a strap on.

Still, with the bitch bouncing on his cock again like the arm candy slut she was, he was more than willing to sit and listen to the rest of what needed to be said before they could get out of this place. "So. This mission you want me to do?"

"Finally ready then? Good. Everyone else already has their tasks, but for you I'll be giving you a trail run shall we put it. You'll be heading to Vale with Cinder. She recently failed me in acquiring the power of the Fall Maiden, and is attempting to redeem herself. The Fall Maiden was taken to Vale after her attack, most likely to Beacon itself. Cinder has already been working on a plan to find her and finish what she started. Your mission will be to assist her."

Fat chance of that. He'd be spending way too much time ploughing her cunt for her to do anything like that. Salem apparently saw his thoughts on his face. "Given your tendencies, I'm willing to give you loose parameters for success. By the time you return, Cinder will have the power of the Fall Maiden. How that is achieved is entirely up to you both. Work together. Ignore each other. Follow her plan or come up with your own, I do not care _how _it is accomplished, only that it is."

Sure. If he'd understood how that whole thing worked correctly he just needed the old Fall Maiden to die thinking of Cinder, or get the bitch close enough to suck her soul out through her Grimm Slurpy Straw. Piece of Cake. "Sounds easy."

"With the power I've given you it should be. But don't get overconfident. If there is anyone else on Remnant who can see through this gift it will be Ozma. If he catches wind of you, you can bet he will connect the dots back to me, and I will leave you as husk in a cell rather than give you the opportunity to tell him anything."

"Sure. Stay away from Beacon until I've got a way in that doesn't need my Semblance. Easy. Now do you mind sending this lot away?" He said, gesturing to the other members of Salem's council. "I can definitely get off to someone as hot as you watching me, but this menagerie of weirdos just make it awkward."

"You're dismissed." She said at once, each of the three other male members of the council taking their leave as quickly as they were able, thought Tyrian gave his Goddess a longing look back over his shoulder as he was slinking out the door, as if she would change her mind and call her favourite pet back to her side. With them gone, the Queen of the Grimm set her elbows on the table and clasped her hands together into a sort of seat like arrangement which she rested her chin in. "Well then, if you are so confident in your abilities then go ahead. Try to entertain me."

He threw himself into bending Cinder over the table with gusto.