Thread: Dominion Over Her (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)

Confusion plagued her as he mentioned something about a one man show. How cocky was this guy? He was hot and in good shape, sure, but he had an ego bigger than his ship. However, the comment did offer a bit of reassurance He was alone. The thoughts buzzed through her head until suddenly she could feel the pain in her eyes as his fingers began to dig at them. Her reaction was to press down harder on the knife and end this, but he grabbed her wrist too quickly for her to slice into his jugular. Son of a bitch! She cried out, more in frustration than anything else. This guy was not going to let her kill him so easily, and that was a serious annoyance to the princess. She'd like nothing more than to bleed him out as he threatened to blind her at such a young age. However, there was never enough force behind his fingertips to do any permanent damage to the womans corneas. She wasn't able to celebrate not being blinded for very long. Soon she felt herself flying only briefly before she hit the ground, her own arm practically being used as a tether to keep her from flying off. It resulted in her petite body landing with an audible thud in the litter right next to the stranger. Her vision, momentarily blurred by his assault of the delicate organs, became clear just in time to watch him bring his knee down into her stomach with a force. An involuntary grunt ripped through her body as a temporary urge to vomit rushed through her. The little redhead managed, however, to keep her lunch in her gullet even as it stung with pain. Come on now. She mocked him through a few gasps. This is hardly a fair fight. You might as all be twice my size. She let out a twisted laugh at her own comment. Not a fair fight for you, I mean. The headbutt made her dizzy. It was definitely not the to her best advantage seeing as she had been unconscious in her ship just minutes earlier. The force that seemed to ricochet through her head left her feeling dizzy and weak. Much to her disdain, this gave him every opportunity to mock her and move about as he pleased without repercussion. Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll spill plenty of your blood today, and all your friends will laugh seeing as you were killed by a female pilot from a farming planet. She mumbled, but with how dizzy she felt, she wasn't even sure if the words had been remotely intelligible. The thought did bring a smile to her face though. He had an upper hand, but she wasn't ready to give up. She'd be his own, personal demon to deal with and she'd be a pain his ass up until the moment one of them killed the other. The idea of him robbing her ship of its parts turned Solstices vision red with rage. The fury stomped out the dizziness he had caused, and suddenly she felt fine. However, her experience with this man so far told her that he believed she had been decommissioned. While untrue, she had an advantage over him if he still thought she was too injured to fight back. Stupid. she thought, trying hard to suppress the cocky smile of her own trying to creep over her luscious lips. Those parts are yours over my dead body. She finally spoke once he had finally stopped blabbing. And as much as I'm sure you'd love to watch me wrestle naked with your childhood crush, I'm going to have to turn down your gracious offer. I try not give give boners to old, stupid, ace pilots. Please accept this as my humble apology. She forced that fake pout onto her slender face once more. My mommy told me never to get naked for ugly men anyway. Not unless they were very rich. Solstice cocked an eyebrow. By the looks of you, you're not. Or you'd have better manners. She shook her head at him making a rhythmic tsk with her tongue against her teeth. Her taunting served as a distraction more than anything else. That in addition to her faked disorientation would, hopefully, be enough to get him right where she wanted him. And she was right. With him facing her like that he might as well have a massive target painted over the entirety of his body. Instead of letting go of her knife as he had mocked her to do, Solstice grabbed it tighter. I think it's you who should be worried about getting hit. She spoke quickly before shifting the blade inbetween her fingers and threw it as precisely as she could manage while laying on the ground where he had left her. The knife, specifically engineered for throwing, rotated in the air effortlessly as it flew. Solstice grinned as the blade hit home, the mans meaty thigh. All three inches of sharpened, black metal buried themselves into him. The handle of the blade protruded from him in an erect stance, problem announcing that he had fucked up by underestimating her yet again. Knowing her window to move was likely small, Solstice quickly scrambled to her feet, spastic feet leaving ruts in the soft soil where her heels had been. Once she regained her balance she furrowed her brows and ran at him again. Solstice could hope that her blade had severed his femoral artery and he would be dying soon anyway, but that was a very small, invisible target on the mans rather large thigh, and, based on the amount of blood seeping out, the artery had gotten out unharmed. Fuck. I'll have to kill him another way. She thought to herself as she collided with him again, this time pushing him up against the ship with all the force her little body could manage. Without hesitation, Sol grabbed onto the mans head and slammed it backwards into the heavy metal of the ship. The pushed him back again, hoping to cause serious damage to his skull, but the guy was hard headed in more than just the way he thought. Solstice then grabbed the handle of the blade that still jutted out of his thigh and she pushed it in even deeper. She wanted to hear the man scream before he died. Is that enough bloodshed for you yet? No? I don't think it's enough for me either. Although she knew he must already be in excruciating pain, Solstice wanted him to suffer even further. Pressing her bruised breasts into him to keep him pinned, the princess reached into the back of her utility belt once more, pulling out the second of her three throwing blades. She gripped the handle tightly as she grinned up at her enemy. So you like to watch girls fight, huh? I bet you never knew how hard a real woman could fight. She pressed her body even closer to his. Heat radiated from her as beads of sweat formed on what seemed like every part of her. Her sheer anger seemed to make her need to cool the inferno burning inside with pathetic evaporation. This time you're fighting a real woman, and I don't mean to toot my own horn or anything, but I'm kind of kicking your ass. She leaned in, her breath kissing at his collar bone. Toot toot. She whispered before letting out a small giggle. The woman probably sounded psychotic, but he had made her a little crazy by pissing her off so badly. If you like watching so much, this must really turn you on. She practically purred to him as her arm wiggled between them while still wielding the weapon. She then pressed the tip of her blade right into his package- threatening his manhood for all it was worth. At the same time, Solstice rose to her tiptoes, her face how even with his neck. Her breath tickled over the surface of his Adams apple not far from where she had cut him. Tell me how much is a dog worth without his balls? A mutt like you can train to be a champion, but you'll never be worth breeding. She increased the pressure of the blade on the front of his trousers, but she hadn't cut him. Not yet at least. In a move that surprised even Solstice she leaned into the man and inhaled the scent of his neck deeply. It was musky and undeniably masculine. It was almost as if pheromones were leaking out of this guy. Not that they would be worth much when she took away his ability to ever mate with anyone again. And then she trailed her tongue along the strangers neck. The soft, warm muscle licking away the small trail of blood that had dripped down from where she had cut him only minutes earlier. It was like a lioness savoring every last drop of her prey. She should not have hesitated in killing him.