Tying up loose ends.

Getting in was simple enough. At your command, your body turns incorporeal, allowing you to phase through the ground and down into the dark underbelly of Mountain Glenn. Despite how it was ultimately a failure, it remained an impressive feat of engineering to not only build a settlement deep below the surface but to even carve out caverns spacious enough to accommodate multi-level buildings, including apartment blocks and office structures more than ten stories high. The nerd in you even wonders if these tunnels were burrowed by Grimm or were perhaps the gutted remains of a dormant volcano. At any rate, the skeletal remains of a city provide you with the perfect cover as you touch down lightly onto an apartment's porch overlooking a flurry of White Fang activity, and who among them barking orders was none other than the king of edge himself.

"Get those charges loaded and set! We move within 24 hours!" you heard him yell.

Less than a day? Was Cinder getting anxious? As far as you knew, she intended for the attack on Vale to take place during the Vytal Festival. Each moving part in her plans had an important role to play in the grand scheme, so it seemed likely that the Bull Faunus was acting of his own volition. After all, he cared for little beyond causing as much pain for Humankind as possible. If those actions incensed other Faunus to join his cause, all the better. As for Cinder herself, your senses found her in an isolated apartment just off of the main camp in what you could only assume to be her personal quarters.

"Ruby," you say as you reach through time and space with your voice. "Can you hear me?"

"W-wha...?" you hear her answer tiredly. "Michael? What's going on? How are you in my head?"

"I'll explain after our mission. Right now, we have a job to do. I found the White Fang encampment in the subterranean parts of Mountain Glenn, and they're all getting ready for a massive attack on the city."

A brief pause follows you as Ruby shakes herself awake.

"... ok I'm up. What do we need to do?"

"Contact Ironwood's forces and tell them we've found Adam Taurus and his men, then lead your team into the Undercity. You can access it through the maintenance tunnels. Once you get down here, keep to the perimeter of the camp and stay out of sight. I need you to follow the tracks far enough until you won't be noticed and sabotage the rails. Then head back to the surface and wait for reinforcements."

"Oh come on. We can fight too, ya know?"

"If it was just the White Fang, I'd welcome it but right now stealth is more important. I've found the woman who we confronted at the CCT on Prom Night. With any luck, I can slip in unnoticed, subdue her, and slip out but we can't risk sounding the alarm and giving her the chance to escape again. Once the Atlesians get here, it's going to be complete chaos, so I need to do this quietly while we still have time."

"Ok fine... I'll get the others up..."

You can hear the disappointment in her voice and sympathize with her point, but you didn't want your girls to get this close to both Adam and Cinder at the same time. Besides, you needed them to complete to focus on their own objectives and work as a team to get it done, if only for their good grades. With your girls alerted, you focus on the task at hand. Silent as a mouse, you sprint along the rooftops, leaping from building to building towards Cinder's apartment. She wouldn't escape you this time.

With one last jump, you touch down upon the empty balcony of her choice of residence, a lofty penthouse looking over the White Fang assembly. Turning both invisible and incorporeal, you phase through the sliding glass door with ease and into her bedroom. You had to **** down a scoff at the sight that greeted you. Cinder had gone through the trouble of furnishing and decorating her quarters with all of the luxuries befitting nobility with gilded furniture, rich reds and golds, and priceless works of art ranging from statues and busts to paintings worthy of a spot on a museum wall. Even down here where the sun would never reach, her vanity ran strong. Your eyes then drift to the opulent king-sized bed where the woman herself lay, curled into a ball atop the covers whilst a restless sleep overtakes her.

Her brow is furrowed and her body twitches with a full body spasm from time to time. Curious, you take a moment to observe her, wondering what kind of dreams could be plaguing her psyche, only... it was upon closer inspection that you realize she wasn't asleep at all. The faux Fall Maiden struggled to maintain a focused, even rhythm of breath as she clenched her thighs together in a **** attempt at quelling the roiling lust bubbling angrily within her core. A smirk grows upon your face. The lust hex you had placed upon her during your last encounter was still holding strong and playing havoc with her body.

Your eyes wander over her body, from the swell of her respectable breasts sheltered from view by a lacy, black nighty to the arch in her back and the curves of her hips, leading into long, creamy legs. With every errant twitch in her body, you watched the hem of her nightwear slide ever higher up her thigh, and even now in the deep, orange glow of fire dust lamp, you could tell she forsook the need for panties. The glisten lips of her womanhood winked at you invitingly, and you could feel yourself growing in the confines of your pants. She was right where you wanted her; helpless, alone, and **** for release.

You silently command your clothes to disappear and float forwards to hover over her, returning to your corporeal form and dropping your invisibility. So caught up she is in her silent lust, she doesn't even notice your sudden appearance. Reaching down and around the plump form of her rear, you cup an exposed cheek gently and begin to knead. The solid contact of your warm palm upon her skin makes her lurch violently forward. In response, you drop down onto the bed to spoon her, wrapping a strong arm around her and locking her body against yours in a nude embrace.

"Stay quiet and relax, and I'll grant you the release you crave," you whisper into her ear.

"Hazelton? Where the Hell did you come from?!" she spits harshly.

"Is that really the most important thing on your mind right now?" you tease, your hands sliding down her thigh in an electrifying manner. "There's literally nothing else that's worthy of your attention?"

It has the desired effect as she shudders in your embrace, too caught up in sensory overload to mount a defense beyond a feeble protest.

"G-get your hands off of me you... loathsome... creature- ahhhhh!" she half-heartedly demands in a hushed whisper, your questing fingers cutting her off as they gently brush against her sweltering lips.

Caught between scrambling away from you and pressing back even harder against your chest, Cinder was left helpless to your groping as you happily indulged in her body. Under any normal circumstances, such a pent up young woman would be teetering on the edge of climax within a hair's breadth. So great was Cinder's lust that even the slightest contact with any of her erogenous zones would send her hurtling into mind-numbing ecstasy were it not for the continued effects of your lust hex. As such, you were free to massage and caress to your heart's content, sending goosebumps running across her skin like wildfire. Every pass of your fingers, from the tightness of her calves and abs to the soft swells of her breasts, sent her arousal climbing exponentially higher. You could even smell the sheer pungent aroma of her need seeping into the bed below you. It sent blood rushing to your manhood, making you as stiff as an iron bar.

"W-w-w-w-what is... ha-ha-happening... to meeeee?" she groans and stutters deliriously.

"I'm about to end your **** and open your eyes to a life of endless pleasure," you answer, nipping at her ear that made her squirm deliciously against you.

Your grip over her body and mind tightened. You could tell with every passing second that she was rapidly losing her defiance, the sweet, carnal promises of your powers too great for her to ignore. She was now arching against you, her head now craning back to face you as heavily lidded charcoal eyes lock with yours whilst you lazily stroked at her womanhood between her steadily spreading legs. Right now, the cold and sadistic mastermind behind all of the tragedies of the first three seasons was replaced by a demure, lust-addled minx **** for your touch. Her lips hover so enticingly close to yours, all she needed was one final push.

"Give yourself to me," you growl as you slide your erection between her legs. "Submit to me your mind, body and spirit, and you will achieve a power far greater than any Huntress or Maiden."

She continues to gaze helplessly into your eyes and yet still, she clung to one last, fraying thread of defiance. Mouth flapping with an answer lacking commitment, she struggles to form coherent words, that is... until your bulging crown presses teasingly against her opening. You could see that final thread snap in her eyes.

"I pledge myself... to your teachings..." she surrenders at last. "So please... Master... fuck me."

You don't answer her with words. There was no need. In a single, purposeful thrust, you hilt yourself within Cinder Fall. The hex dissolves, and all at once, ecstasy engulfs her like a raging inferno. She mashes her lips against yours as best as she could manage in a spooning position and shrieks her release into your mouth, her fingers gripping tightly into your hair as her body is wracked with violent spasms. You had to **** back your own shouts as her scorching nethers twist tightly around you, begging you for the seed that would finally quench her excruciating lust. Her demand for your cock was so great that her pussy clung insistently on your shallow withdrawal, forcing you to dive right back into her core with your own mounting lust. This woman simply oozed with liquid sex, and it set your blood on fire.

Breaking the kiss and burying your face into her charcoal locks, you squeeze your eyes shut and hump against her writhing body with reckless abandon. She's moaning openly now as your pistoning shaft drives her into a second and third orgasm in quick succession. Delicate, feminine hands reach up to grasp at your own as they squeeze insistently upon her breasts and hip. She was at your mercy and all she could do was hold on for dear life as you used her body for your pleasure, and she loved every minute of it.

"Yes yes yes yes yes..." she pants in rhythm to your thrusts like a mantra. "Fuck me, use me, let me cum again!"

"Beg for it!" you growl harshly into her ear.

"Please!" she cries. "Please Master! Make me cum! Make your filthy Apprentice cum! Please!"

You pick up the pace, your hips blurring with every slap against her ass as your cock rapidly taps against her cervix. A fourth orgasm washes over her in even fewer minutes, and with that release came the tell-tale boiling in your balls. Your cock swells even more as it plundered deep into the depths of her womanhood, the crown nudging open the minuscule window of her womb bit by bit with every impact as both of your bodies prepared for divine breeding.

"You've done well, my wanton Apprentice," you grunt. "Now receive your reward and take my essence inside of you."

Your words have her undulating her hips rapidly against yours as she eagerly milks you, reveling in the throbbing shaft that has conquered her.

"Thank you, Master!" she keens longingly. "Fill me with your seed! Empty it all inside me!"

She plants herself firmly against you as the first thick volley of spunk bursts inside of her. That sudden, blooming heat of a balls-deep creampie has her catapulting into her fifth orgasm of the night, and with it came the spritzing of female juices. You bite into her shoulder to muffle your own gasps of release as you thrust insistently throughout your orgasm, dragging out the pleasure of the moment for as long as possible as a triumphant feeling washes over you. You had conquered the sensuous and provocative femme-fatale named Cinder Fall.