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"Come now Weiss, it's not that difficult to understand. You've had some long buried feelings for Ruby Rose tucked away in some far away corners of your mind. All I simply did was bring them to the forefront in your dreams to help you work past this self-imposed denial."

Weiss blushed deeply as you laid bare her fantasies, fantasies that by all logic and reason should be completely unknown to you. Fortunately, you had long broken free from Logic's sway.

"I deny these urges because it's not right. A girl shouldn't love another girl like this."

Her answer perplexes you, though the source behind it was rational as well. Weiss' aristocratic upbringing would no doubt come with some stringent traditionalist values. After all, Papa Schnee needed an heir and no doubt wanted his line to continue.

"Honestly, I'll never understand why you humans insist on putting rules to love beyond "consent". It's rather tiresome really. How could feelings that felt so good could ever be wrong?"

"It's immoral and lewd! It's... it's dirty. And besides, she would never return them anyway. She's too naive."

"I would disagree wholeheartedly on all of those points, and I can make such a wish of yours a reality."

You can see her mouth drop open in shock at your offer, her internal turmoil raging once more. You mentally press a tad harder, warming her up to the idea of accepting your help. She was an exceptionally intelligent woman though, so there was no surprise when she questioned your motives.

"Let's say I actually take you up on this insane offer," she begins as she voices her doubt. "What's in it for you?"

"I am in need of champions, Weiss," you explain to her. "I am in need of champions to cleanse this scourge you call the Grimm from the face of Remnant, champions who will fight in ways the Darkness could never overcome. At this moment, I am still too weak to simply erase them from existence, but with the right followers..."

You decide now to shift both of your positions, your physical body taking form once more as you sat in Weiss' place on the shower floor. At the same time, you use your power to drop her into your lap, the girl now straddling you and leaning back against your chest. She yelps in alarm as you wrap your strong arms around her lithe frame. As she turns to face you, her eyes widen in shock.

"Wait a minute... you're Michael Hazelton!" she declares loudly. "I swear to Dust if this is some kind of perverted joke!"

You chuckle deeply at her fluster. In spite of her protests, the sound of your voice sends pleasurable shudders down her spine.

"Oh this is quite serious, Weiss," you explain. "The young man you know as Michael Hazelton is the identity I assumed when I came to this world. It allowed me to blend in seamlessly until my strength can build. Judging by your reaction, I'd say that it worked quite well. For now though, that isn't important. What's important is my answer to your question."

It's at this moment she realizes that your swollen rod is now jutting up between her legs and against her aching pussy. She struggles weakly to pull free of your grasp, but your handiwork with her arousal made her hesitate. Your hands then sliding along her skin, caressing her as a lover would and coaxing little mewlings of pleasure from her throat. Involuntary undulations grind her ever moistening slit against the length of your rod, stoking her flames even further.

"Grimm feed off of negative emotions," you begin as you suckle gently on her neck. "I intend to starve them out by eliminating negative emotions completely, and I will do that by spreading my seed across this world, unlocking the long dormant lust of Remnant's inhabitants and eliminating any need for anger, envy, or sadness. People will live free and happy, and the Grimm shall be reduced to nothing but a forgotten memory. I want you to be one of the first. In time you will bear my divine child along with many others and usher in a new golden age the likes of which Remnant has never seen."

"You've lost your mind," she answers you with a shudder. "You think I'll just agree to be part of your harem? I don't care how... ah... how good looking you are or... oh Dust!- how hard your... your..."

You tilt your head questioningly.

"My what, Weiss?" you ask her playfully.

"Shut up! You know what I'm talking about!" she half spits, half moans in your face.

"Oh, you mean this?" you suggest as you shift and slowly prod the tip of your cock between the soaked and sweltering lips of her pussy.

"AH! Yes! No no... I mean... no I... get away from there!" she protests as she wiggles in your grasp once more, her legs trying to clamp shut and deny you entry.

Despite her weakened struggling, your remain firmly planted between her vulva though you keep from plunging any deeper for a moment.

"Accept me, Weiss," you whisper into her ear. "Your body is aching for a pleasure only I can give you. Accept me into you, and I shall make your deepest and most **** fantasies come true... and I'll start... with Ruby."

Your voice is laced with lustful persuasion and the effects of your words are immediate as her pussy begins drooling wantonly on your cock head. She was so close now, you had her literally in the palms of her hands. It would be a simple as pushing her down and that would be the end of that.

"I don't want to get pregnant yet," she begs you. "I want to be a Huntress... I... please, just don't make me a mother yet."

A reasonable request. Safeguarding her womb against your seed like you had done with Yang was simple enough, but you also didn't want your children to meet a premature end to the Grimm. You knew from your old life that the Grimm served a dark and powerful witch known as Salem, so you had no doubt that she would take notice of you as your powers grew. It would do no good if she set about slaughtering your offspring before they could mature. With an internal nod, your hand moves down to Weiss' naval and emits a soft, golden glow. Her eyes widen at your handiwork as a warmth spreads through her, and you lean in to whisper into her ear.

"Your wish is granted, mi'lady."

In an instant, before she had a chance to question or thank you, you pull her down onto your shaft and drive in to the hilt. She arches her back against you in a silent scream, your intrusion ripping away her hymen.

"Oh fuck~!" she squeaks out. "You're so big!"

"And you're so deliciously tight," you groan into her.

You remain still, drinking in the feel of your third conquest, the haughty Weiss Schnee. Her pussy gripped you like a vice, an almost painful vice. Had she not been so utterly turned on to begin with, you doubt you'd even be able to penetrate her at all. With how wet she was though, this was pure bliss.

"It doesn't hurt," she murmurs into you. "I thought the first time was supposed to hurt?"

You smile into her cheek and begin a slow, agonizing piston into her heat.

"Weiss, I'm a god of Love and Lust. Removing the pain of a deflowering is child's play to me."

"Then... that whatever it was you did with your hand...?" she groans along with another thrust.

"Also protected you against my virility. You will not get pregnant tonight, or any night really until you tell me to lift the spell. Which means we... can spend... as much time practicing... as we want."

You drive into her with long strokes, drawing out her pleasure and yours as much as possible. She let her restraints go completely now, eager to get to practicing as she actively drove down to meet your thrusts.

"Michael... oh my god you're going to make me cum..." she moaned as a hand lifted to pull you into a steamy kiss. "Oh god I'm cumming already!"

"Already?" you ask as you grin into her lips. "We barely even started!"

"I don't care!" she whispers desperately. "I need to cum! I need to cum right now, and I need you to cum with me! We can do this as much as we want, right?"

She stares lovingly into your eyes, the proud girl completely under your sway. Her gaze, her touches, and the milkings of her pussy were driving you quickly to the edge as well.

"Cum for me Michael... cum for me..." she continues to beg. "I'm so close. Just do it and I'll cum with you!"

"Oh god Weiss!" you blurt out as your demeanor slips, your hips now driving up to meet hers.

"Yes! Just like that! Make me cum- AH!"

You can feel Weiss' pussy squeeze down on your cock as her largest orgasm of the night, and arguably her entire life, rocks her body. She shakes and shudders in your lap, her spraying juices washed away by the long forgotten shower. To stifle her moans, she turns her head and seals her lips against yours, driving her tongue halfway into your mouth to duel yours, her loud keenings being the final straw that forces you to burst. In one last thrust, you pull her down to the hilt of your cock and hold her tight against you.

You groan back as your dick lurches and spews off the first volleys of potent seed, grinding them against her cervix in a vain effort to impregnate her. Your already unnatural load is only compounded by sheer amount of foreplay leading up to this moment, and the excess, of which there was plenty, spills out around your shaft and disappears down the drain. She dutifully milks you, massaging every last drop out of you until your load was spent, her hand caressing your cheek lovingly as your orgasm subsides.