Thread: Dominion Over Her (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)

Only defiance, only refusal. Kordavo felt both disappointed and yet even more enticed. Indeed, her remark was thought provoking. Am I yours, or are you mine? She was right in a way. It was she, Solstice, who had kissed him first. It was she who awoke these dormant feelings within the noble. It was Solstice who made him want for her. He was attracted to her, that much he could admit to himself, though he wouldnt say uncontrollably. Only because she was here and now, in that moment, that Kordavo had acted upon these feelings. She made him desire him and he had taken what he could. There was nothing wrong in that to his mind. She refused his command though. In that he felt disappointed. Had he not gone hard enough, not brutal or cruel enough? Was he not terrifying to break her? Not yet . But therein lay the enticing solution. She wanted to be a challenge and Kordavo was happy to oblige. She pushed away and he let her go, drawing up his knees to rest his arms over, locking his fingers loosely as he watched her, watched her rear, as she crawled away. No, he needed to go harder and more firm on her. He watched her crawl until she slumped and smiled. That was a pretty scene. Perhaps she ought to be made to crawl more. Without their conjoined warmth, the cool air began to kiss them more. He had a wrist pad on his suit, upon which checking he saw the temperature had dropped to about five degrees below zero. That was remarkable, given how bright and sunny it was during the day. The fluctuations in temperature is what no doubt made this world not very ideal for habitation. Agriculture would fail without certain biosphere protection. It was practically winter weather at night. But Kordavos suit was temperature controlled. He had stripped Solstice of hers, down to her ankles. With her wounded hands it would be difficult to pull it back up without help. While she lay still, he rose and walked to where they had come to a halt after their slide down. Move and it'll be your legs I break next time. Try running away from your native friends then. I might even climb a tree and watch what they do to you. He warned her in her ear, before getting back up. As he rose, he put his hand on the back of her head and simply pressed her firmly to the stone before he got up and moved to the ridge of the bowl towards the center of the valley. There the lip rose up a little, offering a little protection from the blowing wind. He sat down, his back to the rock and his gaze towards where she lay. Kordavo sighed and stared up to the visible stars through the crack above. Were they still fighting? Did his people need him? And here he was with this stupid pilot, toying with her, sexually. He ought to just shoot her. The gun was on his holster. He had a knife still on him. He didnt. It wouldnt take long before he could hear her. Shivering. It was cold and she only had covering about her ankles and knees. Her thighs, her body, the neck and above, it was all exposed. She wouldnt survive the night like that. But Kordavo could hear it. Shut up. He muttered at first. Shivering. The teeth especially. It was very quiet down here. No birds. No insects. The wind was quiet and soft. But he could hear it all. One of his training regiments involved swimming in icy waters. It built up endurance and stamina. It was not easy. Few could really sustain it and Kordavo didnt have kind memories of it. It didnt stop. It wouldnt stop. He sighed again, half a growl, and stood up, crossing over to her. He rolled her up and pulled up her flight suit as best he could, though he didn't help her get her arms through the sleeves. Just up about her torso. He didnt exactly attach it at her collar though. Once that was done, he hooked his hands under her shoulders and simply dragged her towards where he had been, dropping her there on her side. He laid behind her, on his back. He sighed, figured that would be the end of her annoying shivering. It wouldnt be. It was still cold and getting so even for him. Soon he would be shivering too, his teeth clattering like bullets striking a fuselage. He knew there was only one solution, the same with hypothermia patients. Kordavo rolled his eyes and after another quarter hour, grabbed Solstice and yanked her towards him. He made her face him. He tucked her head under his jaw, against his neck. He put his arms around her, shielding that part of her upper back he left exposed. Their legs and abdomens, and their hips, pressed together. Now, that felt so much better against the cold. Never touch me again she had claimed. Kordavo dropped a hand and rested his palm on her rear. He said nothing. He wouldnt say nothing. He stayed awake though, watchful and alert. If she tried to look up, she might catch a glimpse of his green eyes watching her like a hawk, unblinking and unwavering. He didnt trust her. But even Kordavo, after a day of battle and cat and mouse with her, not to mention the attack by the canines, he was exhausted. He couldnt keep up the watchfulness. Eventually, he drifted off to sleep too, yawning a few times. But they were warm together, locked in their unwilling embrace. It was logical and pragmatic. That was the way to regard it. That, and with a few other benefits for Kordavo. But survival was first in this regard. Morning came and Kordavo awoke with a start, breathing hard for a moment. He could see his breath come out in puffs and he detached from Solstice, rubbing his eyes and then checking his wrist pad. The temperature had risen and the clock, still following ship board time of the carrier he had deployed from, showed that he had slept for six hours and forty-nine minutes. There was a grey, cloudy sky above. Birds could be heard in the distance. And something else. A chitin-like noise, of some sort of shell, or multiple shells, being dragged across rock. That was what had awakened Kordavo. He glanced around in alarm. There was nothing immediate in their little rocky bowl or anything on the walls. The sound was coming from behind, on the valley floor of which they were still above. The sound was near. Kordavo very carefully rolled about onto his stomach, intent upon looking over the lip of the bowl. He didnt have to. Something was moving, parallel to the ridge of the bowl. It was black, spherical except for a pincer, like an oversized bee stinger. It was raised up by something scaly, like scales of a fish, stacked upon each other, as black as obsidian. It was moving, slowly, and it passed by the bowl they were in. Kordavo held his breath. The chitin-noise was loud, footsteps he now deigned them to be. It passed them by and he thought he heard a clipping-noise as well. It moved past him, before him, and then ahead of him, going down the valley, northwards he deemed. But when it was only a dozen feet beyond himit paused. Kordavo felt a sudden feeling in his gut that this other entity, this presence, knew they were there. He glanced at Solstice. Still asleep? Now might be a good time to leave her as bait. He checked the charge on his blaster, saw it down to seventy-percent. With full charge blasts, could he kill it? Or did he have to sacrifice his pawn?