Thread: Dominion Over Her (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)

Night had fallen now. It was dark up above and it shrouded around them, making anything beyond the ridge of the small bowl they were in invisible to the eye. It was just them, alone on this vast world, deep within this valley gorge that was bare of life. It suited Kordavo, for he seemed very uncaring for life or compassion. His strong arm was around the neck of Solstice, his bicep jamming into her neck. She was so slender he could wrap his left arm around her and grasp his right shoulder with his left hand, locking the grip tightly. She could not escape as he had her in his lap, seated upwards and facing away. His face was beside and slightly above, his lips to the side of her scalp above her right ear, able to talk directly to her. He did not let her face turn to see him. Youve marked me, but never forget that I marked you first. Kordavo simply laughed contemptuously to it. Oh yeah? Prove it. It would heal and be gone, except for a few marks that could be anything, made by a wild beast or something. Well, she was a wild beast to him, untamed and crude. She needed tempering and discipline. Her fingers grasped at his arm around her neck but it would avail her little, having been broken and now lacking the strength and means to do any real harm. His right hand was grasping her breast now, squeezing the fleshly mound, exploring its weight and texture. She tried to mock him. Did his mother never teach him anything? Only how to fly. She was never around to begin with. She clawed at his arm but his flight suit spared him the worst of that. He only laughed, loud and proudly, as she struggled against him futilely. Was the despair of defeat finally settling in? The valley echoed with his laughter, louder than her screams. He was hard beneath her, fully erect though it was compressed in the tightness of his flight suit. But she would feel it, significant nub against her backside. And then she bit him. Kordavo hissed through his teeth and winced. Indeed, what a wild beast! She was biting hard. So in response, he released her breastonly to drop his hand to snake back up, under her bra, and grasp the bare flesh directly with his hand. He found her nipple and pinched it, twisting it hard to get her to give a cry or scream more intense than her biting. He did it until she loosened her grip on his arm, yanking it away from her mouth and slapping his hand over her jaw, squeezing it firmly. He released her nipple, but kept his fingers on the flesh. He turned her face to glare directly into her, squeezing her jaw painfully. Dontdo that again. Or Ill return the favour on you somewhere where it will hurt more. Kordavo growled at her and to give her a hint, shifted his hand to her other breast, under the bra, and again pinched her nipple and twisted the stiff bud for several seconds. He released her jaw after, shifting his arm more directly under her jaw to present her from getting anywhere near something that she could bite. His hand though against pinched her nipple for the third time, before finally releasing her breast and drawing his hand out of it. All you have to do is call me Sir and acknowledge me as your better and it will stop. Kordavo whispered into her ear next, lips brushing her lobe, before he dropped down and kissed at her neck. In the same gesture, his hand slid down from her breast, over her flat stomachtowards her womanhood, between her thighs. First his hand rested upon her underwear, finger grazing it through the fabric of the garment. He kissed her neck up and down before drawing back, taking a moment to just touch her and see how she reacted. With defiance? Pleading? Insults and mockery? Her fire burned brightly still and he liked it. It certainly made him warm this night, the cold air kissing all around them. But he waited no more. His hand shifted onto her pelvis, fingers flat, ready to slide under her undergarments. His hand came over the flower of her womanhood, feeling it with his fingers, his palm above it as he reached down and then returned upwards. He smiled and made sure his grip around her neck was tight. There would be no escaping it. And then slowly, one finger upon her slit, not entering into her but remaining above, he began to gently stroke her in sensual circles with his finger tip. His middle finger worked in alternating circles, going one way, then the other, like a cook stirring a pot of stew with a ladle. He played with her in this fashion, slow and tender, rubbing her gently or stroking his finger up and down her slit, exploring her unique shape and texture. He didnt speak anymore, his face turned slightly into hers, his lips to the side of her brow but not kiss, eyes watching and ears listening. His grip was like iron, not letting her pull away, as he pleasured her slowly.