She's still conflicted. Give her some encouragement.

Her silence gives you the slightest feelings of worry, but you remain patient and unperturbed. After all, she seemed to have been forgetting one crucial detail. Throughout this entire exchange, she hasn't bothered to dismount you just yet, seemingly content with keeping your arms pinned. Her dripping pussy was merely inches away from your still rigid shaft. Ever the opportunist, you take a chance and thrust upwards against her hips. With the reality warping, body sculpting, and lusty aura, something like aiming ended up being child's play for you. In one move, you drill yourself back into that welcoming warmth. She yelps at your audacity and pitches forward, inadvertently burying your face between her breasts and freeing your arms.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" she half yells, half moans as you set back to work frothing up your mixed juices.

"Persuading you," you answer as you suck a nipple back into your mouth.

"Let go of me you asshole before I- AH!" she squeals again as your hands grab her taut rear, driving her down to meet your thrusts.

You wouldn't need to use your "Semblance" this time, especially not with your earlier wish of contraception. She was plenty hot to trot to begin with and your promise of fulfilling a long dormant fantasy she had about her partner only added fuel to that fire. Her weakened protests fall on deaf ears as you proceed to jackhammer up into her squelching heat, your mixed juices churning up into a nasty froth. She was simply too good, too hot, hotter than the sun in the middle of July. You suppress a snicker as the lyrics to her theme song drift through your head. In time, she would bear strong and beautiful children. Maybe after you've conquered Salem you would fill this twisted world with your progeny? Ah visions of grandeur... for now though, bliss.

"How. Can. You. Keep. This. Up?!" she gasps with every thrust of your hips. "You.... FUCK! you better not... not be using... AH GOD! your Semblance on me!"

"No Semblance," you answer her truthfully as you slow your thrusts down to a sensuous grind. "Just really... good... sex."

"B-bastard!"

You had her in the palm of your hands. Only her elbows supported her, both arms framing your face as her hands curled around to grip and pull at your hair. Her cries of pleasure were like music to your ears.

"St-stop it damn it!" she stutters out. "You're gonna... gonna make me.... cum again!"

"Say it like you mean it and I will," you groan back to her as you feel the cum boiling in your balls again.

You didn't want this to be completely **** as you genuinely liked the girl. If she truly wanted you to stop, you'd stop.

"I did mean- OH SHIT RIGHT THERE!"

Caution to the wind then. You weren't stopping now, but you still had to close the deal. Just as you felt her orgasm approaching, you slowed your thrusting to a crawl.

"Wha...?! Why did you-"

"Agree to my deal," you tell her as you angled your cockhead to grind against her g-spot. "Bring Blake Belladonna with you to your favorite spa in one week's time, and I'll give you the strongest orgasm you've ever felt."

She growled in annoyance and frustration, as this time you were deliberately using your powers to keep her on the very edge of climax.

"You greedy shit..." she spits out at you between gasps. "You just want to fuck her silly too, is that it?"

You give a half truth.

"Not at all. That day is for the two of you and you alone."

You really could wait if you wanted to. Blake Belladonna was certainly exotic amongst the cast as the resident Neko, and you had zero doubts of her kinky side considering her choice in literature, but you had all the time in the Universe to explore and indulge. In retrospect, giving the Bumblebee pair and their fans back home this small victory was certainly fair.

Her body begins to shake in pent up lust. You can see her resolve crumbling in those lilac eyes of hers, though the flashes of red did cause you some worry. You had no idea how far your immortality could protect you and you really didn't want to test it now with Yang's Semblance.

"Promise me," she finally manages to say as she collapses her full weight upon you. "Promise me... you won't use your Semblance on her."

If your hunch was correct and Blake returned Yang's feelings, you wouldn't need to, and if push comes to shove you would just use Yang to do the persuading for you. You reach up to cup her cheek with your hand and whisper into her ear, your hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

"I promise... now, cum for me."

Your command unleashes the literal flood gates that were on the verge of bursting. Yang Xiao Long, Beacon's symbol of power and beauty, screeched at the top of her lungs, an unholy roar that rivaled the mythological creatures of her namesake. Her pussy clenches wildly around your shaft as she embraces you tightly, streams of squirt soaking the both of you and the sparring mat. You hang on for dear life, using every ounce of your willpower both natural and supernatural to keep from blasting her insides white a second time. You would get her permission this time around.

"Where do you want me to cum?" you ask her.

"I dohnn... I... just... anywhere... just..." she babbles out unintelligibly, her tongue comically hanging out and eyes rolling back as she was driven halfway into an orgasm induced coma.

No way. You wanted her to make an irrational request with a rational mind. You use your power to restore just enough stamina to make her cognitive again and when you do, she presses her forehead against yours and stares into your eyes with those lovely lilacs. You swore you could see hearts in those irises.

"Do it..." she whispers. "Cum inside me."

Checkmate.

"Then take it..." you groan quietly as you slow down to long, deliberate strokes. "Take all of it..."

You cry out with your own release as you fill her up a second time. Glob after viscous glob of thick sperm spews out into her well-fucked passage, cascading against her cervix in waves that sends earth shaking shudders of pleasure through her body. Yang bites down on your shoulder, stifling a trembling moan as your release gives her a third, miniature orgasm.

"Oh fuck Yang I'm cumming," you sigh into her neck. "You're making me cum so damn much."

"I want it..." she moans back into your ear. "Cum deep... deep inside me... I don't care anymore..."

You shudder in delight as you continue to thrust through your orgasm. There didn't seem to be any end in sight to your ejaculation either as your spunk pours out around your shaft, making a right sticky mess of the floor and even your clothes. If the gym didn't reek of sex before, it certainly would now.

As the two of you finally fell into a slow grind, your orgasm at last begins to wane. You were utterly exhausted, as was the blonde bombshell currently laying on top of you.

"Thank God..." you moan out loud, the very first truly truthful prayer you ever uttered in your young life.

Ironically, this all was possible because the Lord happened to get bored one day and picked you on a whim. Divine intervention led to the fulfillment of your deepest fantasies, and you had every intention of using these powers to your heart's content. Michael, Remnant's God of Virility. You liked the sound of that.

"You're telling me..." Yang added breathlessly. "What's wrong with you... cumming inside me so much...? I'm all nasty now."

"Maybe our auras mixed and yours sent mine into overdrive...?" you offer weakly with a chuckle.

She smacks you lightly on the cheek in a playful manner.

"Shut it," she says with a little smile of her own, a smile once again replaced with worry. "And you're sure I won't get pregnant...?"

"You won't get pregnant," you tell her. "Not unless you want me to knock you up, of course..."

"Hell no. I still have a full life I want to live," she declares as she climbs off of you, your now flaccid shaft slipping free.

A long trail of spunk drips down between her chiseled thighs, a sight that, against all reason, seems to stoke the fire in your loins once more. Yang seemed to take notice of your manhood starting to wake up again and a wicked smirk grows on her face.

"Seriously? Don't you have any shame?" she asks as she gently prods your dick with with her sneaker-clad foot.

"Maybe I just can't get enough of you," you flirt with a waggle of your eyebrows.

She rests her toes dangerously between your testicles.

"Well forget it because this girl needs a break," she growls menacingly. "Now put these fire hydrants you call balls away before I kick them so hard they end up in your throat."

You gulp in fear. You don't need your powers to know she meant every word of that threat.

"Yes ma'am," you agree quickly, which brings a smile to her face.

"Good. Now, I'm going to go take a long shower and don't even think about following me. After all, how could you blast me so full with your spunk and not even have the common courtesy to give me your name when you already seem to know mine?"

You wanted to smack yourself in embarrassment at that slip up. You just got too lost in your own lusts and nearly blew it. You make a mental note to be more careful in the future.

"You got a point there. I'm Michael Hazelton."

She smiles with satisfaction.

"Pleased to meet you. See you around, lover boy."

A goofy smile forms on your face as she grabs her clothes and struts straight to the locker room as naked as the day she was born, a long trail of white dripping down her perfect legs. What a woman, and after today, your woman. You successfully seduced Yang Xiao Long.