Thread: Dominion Over Her (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)

The night caused goosebumps to form over the entirety of Solstices body. Her flat stomach and strong arms and legs were all prickled with the numbs of raised skin, but she couldn't let that distract her. Solstice dug her teeth into him hard, drawing the smallest amount of blood in her weakened state before he broke her contact. His laughing and erection were enough to make her want to hurt him. She just wanted this to end. Pain and humiliation made the whole circumstance less than ideal for the young woman. Hearing him his in pain was like music to her ears. Her bite was nothing compared to what he had done to her, but it was retaliation none the less. When he pushed his hand under the soft fabric of her bra and grabbed her bare breast she bit him harder. Her nipples, already erect from the cold were easy targets, but his twisting and tweaking shot pain through the gland. Eventually the pain made her ease up, exactly as he had wanted, and he grabbed ahold of her narrow jaw. She could feel his breath caress her face as he turned her to look at him. In the darkness of night she could hardly see the green of his irises. He was dark and she could only just make out his features. The only color she could see was the light blue reflecting off of the mans face from the moon and star light. He looked almost angelic in this lighting, but the reality was that Kordavo was Solstices demon. Hunter. Devil. He could take on many names and they would be true. Solstice did not know what she could have done to cause her path to lead this way. Perhaps she never should have become a pilot. At least then she would not have been kidnapped while a strange man tortured and groped her. The pinching of her other nipple caused her mouth the fall open and her eyes to close tightly. It was an expression of pain, but she did not reward him with a yelp or whine. I will always hurt you if given the opportunity, you fool. She practically spit the words at him before he went back to choking her. His bicep digging into Solstices throat made it difficult for the woman to breath, but not impossible. He would not kill her in this hold, but it did secure her and kept her focused on her breathing as her chin came to rest on top of his muscular arm. She was a trapped deer as her hunter played his games. It all seemed hopeless, but she would never stop trying to free herself. She would never stop trying to kill him. You are no superior to me. You are below me in every sense, Chenoweth. Her words were true, but it was obvious that Kordavo did not know it. The man was of a noble bloodline, breed through generations to be good decision makers, fighters, and government servants. His bloodline was truly impressive, but it was still not as impressive as Solstices. She was royalty. One of 6 children born of her mothers loins before her passing 11 years prior when Solstice was only 12. As the fourth child, she was not the shoe in for the throne, but her blood was interlaced with her fathers wisdom and riches. She was better than him. The woman's thoughts had taken her away for a moment, but they ended the second his lips pressed to her neck and his hand wandered downward. All the way down there. The princess squirmed in an attempt to get away, but he was far too strong. Don't! She shouted, trying to shift her hips away from his violation. I am not your woman to have in this manner, Kordavo! Save this for your whores back home! She could feel her own body tensing up in discomfort. For the first time, he was not hurting her as he touched her, but he was dishonoring her. A man with his looks and riches must have many muses back at the Dominion. She could only imagine that women worshipped the ground he walked on only to have a chance to have sex with and steal the heart of a wealthy power like him. Yet, he was defiling the woman who probably wanted to be intimate with him less than anyone else. You dirty minded freak! Get your hands off of me! She growled at him in warning once more. However, a muzzled bitch could not bite. Solstice was indeed muzzled. As he entered her underwear, The woman let out a groan of discomfort and irritation. Could nothing stop him? The contact of his fingertips on her most private area wanted to make her scream and scream until he was discouraged and stopped, so she let out a wail. The sound bounced off of every rock surface around them and echoed in the valley. She wailed again, shrieking to let her disdain be known by anyone who could hear. Hopefully he would take his hands off of her sacred labia if he thought she was a psycho. It did not work. And then he touched her slit, threatening to slip inside her but never actually doing so. Unlike him, Solstice had not been aroused by the encounter thus far. Her womanhood was not slick with arousal, but instead in its usual maintenance state. W-why are you doing this to me? She whispered to him now. Her shouting had gotten her nowhere, so she might as well quiet down. Perhaps that would make some sort of difference. Tell me why you must do this? She whispered again before her back arched only slightly, her rump shifting upon his lap and moving closer against his erection. It was almost involuntary to respond as such. His insistent stroking of her sweet flower was effecting her, and she could not prevent it. Heat began to build deep inside Solstices body. A rush of arousal beginning to overcome her. His stroking felt good. The man was in fact pleasuring the woman. Please...stop she whispered, her voice cracking as she tried to resist. Her body responded, however, like an obedient toy. The more he rubbed, the wetter Solstice became. Eventually her sweet juice leaked out of her enough that it coated his finger pads in slick lubricant. Soon, the woman bit down hard on her lip to try and snap herself out of it, but to no avail. With eyes closed tight, the petite redhead arched more, her hips pushing back into his as she sat in his lap. The movement irritated the slashes on her glute and cause them to trickle blood once more onto his flightsuit, but that was not the focus to either of them. The focus was on his fingers and what, exactly, he was going to do with him. Solstice threw her head back into his shoulder and let out a soft whimper of pleasure before her breathing picked up. Her body was freezing, yet she panted as heat built up in her young womb. She had not had sex in months and all of that built up energy was making her want more, yet at the same time she didn't want anything at all. It took all of her discipline not to push into his hand and quietly ask him for more. Her control was weakening. If he did not stop soon, she would be overwhelmed with the desire to have him. Perhaps she was wet because it had been so long. Perhaps she would gain arousal no matter who touched her in this manner and it was just her young, fertile body reacting to stimuli. Perhaps, much against her better judgement, Solstice was turned on because of an undeniable attraction she felt towards the nobleman. No matter the reason, she was slicked up and ready physically, but emotionally she was battling against her physical wants. Please stop.. she spoke finally as a last attempt. However, her words came out as almost a moan. Hed have to be a fool not to know.