Dominion Over Her (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)

[Sketchyequine]

“What good would it do me to lie to you now, Captain Chenoweth? Whether I’m a sub par lay or the love of your life, I am who I am.” She retorted, dropping her hand from his jaw and shifting in her seat atop him. She rolled her eyes at the mention of the team she would be handed off to. “Your people are going to kill me, Kordavo, and if you don’t see that you aren’t as smart as I thought you were.” She cooed to him and looked down at the space between them. Solstice Nabeshin had a very tough skin, but she knew that what was about to happen to her was beyond anything she had ever experienced before, and that was saying a lot considering she had just been raped by the pilot in the ship with her.

She listened with a little scoff as he mocked her by jokingly muttering it into the intercom. Surely someone would know who she was… if not they were truly all fools. Once the man on the other end of the line snapped back, Solstice couldn’t help but letting out a small laugh. “And you thought I was crazy.” She mumbled and folded her hands in her lap. She glanced up just in time to see a flash of something different in the man’s eyes. It was almost… sad. Does he not want to lose me to IB? She wondered to herself, cocking her head slightly as the thought crossed her mind. She wondered if a creature like Kordavo Chenoweth was even capable of sympathy or remorse. She had hardly seen any sort of kindness come from the man. He was cruel to her almost continuously and had only shown an ounce of softness a half dozen times at most. She and the man seemed to be polar opposites.

“I’m not a dumb girl. I’m not a dramatic girl. I’m the most well rounded woman you have ever met and I’m probably the only woman who has ever shot you down. You owe me a hell of a lot more respect than you’re giving me, but I don’t blame you for it anymore. After all, you were never taught to respect people, now were you?” She sighed a bit. She did feel a sort of sympathy for Kordavo. He hadn’t been raised the same way she had been. The way he acted hinted at the fact that he did not know the kindness that she had, and she was sad for that.

When the ship landed, Solstice took a deep breath as fear raked through her body. She didn’t think she had ever been as scared as she was in that moment, but the time for trembling was behind her. The woman was strong and she wouldn’t go down like a useless chihuahua. She would be a nobel wolf instead. “I’m actually going to miss you, Kordavo. That’s surprising to both of us.” She muttered before leaning in and pressing one last kiss to the man’s lips. This one was passionate. Her mouth moved roughly against his and her eyes shut tightly as her brow furrowed. She could feel a slew of emotions welling up in her petite body, but she suppressed them. She wanted to kiss him just one last time. She figured he would be the last person she ever had the pleasure of meshing lips with. Kissing wasn’t something she ever thought she would have to miss, but being in the can she figured she would be missing a lot of things. When her lips broke contact with his she looked at him longingly for just a moment as her hand tenderly stroked at his scarred cheek. One last moment of admiration. Then she opened the hatch and jumped out of his ship alone.

She second Solstice’s boots had hit the floor they were on her like stink on a hog. The grabbed at her roughly, agitating her wounds and causing brand new ones with their brute force. They hauled her away like cargo and she didn’t make a sound in discomfort or rebellion. She was well prepared for what would happen to her well before that moment in time, and she knew better than to try and take on a big group like this one. She would surely be killed if she tried.

Just like that…. Princess Nabeshin was gone.

***

The weeks felt like years to the young woman. Every day since she had been taken into custody by IB held some sort of suffering for the woman. She couldn’t say that any day was worse than the last for they all seemed to be equally horrible. She had been beaten, raped, and taken captive by Kordavo on the Fraundian territory planet, but that was all child’s play compared to what was happening to her now. Her wounds from the tall, handsome pilot had long since healed, but she had plenty of new ones to make up for it. Every day they came for her, lead her into a different room, and had their fun with her in an attempt to get her to talk. She never did.

Solstice felt her blue eyes flutter open as she heard footsteps in the hall. As far as she knew, she was the only prisoner that they kept in that particular wing. Whenever she heard them they always came to collect her. Quickly the redhead sat up from where she had been curled up on the hard cement floor. She was offered no furniture or comforts in this holding facility. The only thing she had was a toilet and a sink, otherwise it was just blank walls and a hard floor. This was never a place that anyone would be able to call home, that was for sure, but seeing as it had been over a month Solstice supposed that this was the closest thing to a home that she would ever have again. As the heavy footsteps grew nearer she quickly scrambled to her feet, doing her best to suppress her nausea. The young woman was nauseous every morning these days, and she vomited upon waking up quite often, but showing weakness in front of these men was at the bottom of her to do list.

Solstice swallowed the urge to upchuck and stood tall with her arms folded carefully over her chest covering the cleavage that was visible there. The ‘uniform’ she was forced to wear in this establishment was beyond degrading and ridiculous. It was unlike any prison outfit she had ever seen: Nothing more than a sports bra and a pair of boyshort underwear. Both garments were a slate grey color. They were more modest than a bikini, but the woman definitely would have preferred actual clothes over this alternate option. She was constantly cold and exposed, but the men who tortured her on the daily seemed to like it that way.

“Rise and shine, ya little slut.” One of them called at her rudely as he slid open the door to her dark holding cell. The man who spoke went by the name of Antorn Holt, and he seemed to be in charge of working with the princess. His assistants varying is identity and quantity from day to day, and Solstice had not learned any of their names, but she knew Mr. Holt. He was an older man, mid fifties if she had to guess. He was greying in hair and his frown lines indicated his aging, but the man was a cold, hard man. He had done unspeakable things to solstice all in hopes of learning about her old man’s secrets. He approached and slammed her hard against the concrete wall behind her before cuffing her hands behind her back so tightly that it hurt. “You’re going to talk today, aren’t you bitch?” Holt whispered into her ear before giving her ass a slap and quickly leading her out of her cell and to one of his fucking torture chambers.

Holt and his goons often sexually harassed the woman, but they never raped or kissed her. It was mostly talk, a few unwanted grabs here and there, but the slightly sexual aspects weren’t the ones that Solstice worried about. It was the pain that pushed her limits. She stumbled as they pushed her forward much faster than her short legs were capable of walking, and she grunted a bit in frustration more than anything else. “I haven’t broken yet, Holt, and I don’t plan to. I am stronger than that.” She hissed the words as he lead her into the room where she was met with a site that caused her eyes to widen in fear. The sight laid out in front of her looked like the stuff of nightmares, and she was trapped.

Solstice dug her heels hard into the floor and tried to stop walking forward, but they just kept on pushing her without an ounce of regret or hesitation. They had no remorse for the little princess in their custody. They rigged her up quickly and Solstice soon found herself tied and helpless. That particular day they were quite creative in their setup. Solstice’s bare feet were tied apart such that her thighs were spread wide and the soles of her feet were pressed into solid ice to cold that it initially stuck to her feet like a pole to a curious child’s tongue. The cold surface instantly shot pain through the woman’s entire feet and ankles- her toes aching particularly badly. Her wrists were bound above her head and outstretched to the side with rough metal cables that scratched at her already irritated her raw wrists. It was obvious but the scabbed over rope burn that the poor woman was bound tightly very often and she was offered no relief from the pain. The pain was the game.

As solstice tested her binds she winced. She was stress eagled so tightly that her muscles trembled under the might being forced upping her. The girls petite body almost looked at though it would be split into four equal pieces- each with an appendage attached. Holt grinned just by looking at her and gave a little chuckle. “Yes. You will talk today.” With that, he wrapped a barbed wire necklace so tightly around the woman’s neck that it dug in and drew fresh blood. Solstice winced and strained her neck in any attempt to loosen the garment. “However…” Holt began, “I’m going to make it worse for you.” He muttered and smiled. With that, the man picked up a large pail filled with a cloudy liquid. He dipped a very large syringe into the liquid and drew up about 20 mL of the clean smelling substance. Within only seconds he doused Solstice’s fresh neck wounds with it and the woman cried out instantly in pain. It burned like hell and made diluted blood drop down to stain the bra that she wore.

“Citric acid.” Antorn said very matter-o-factly. “It’s completely harmless to humans and mixes quite nicely in lemonade or with a nice shot of vodka.” He smirked again. “However it burns like a branding. Ever gotten lemon juice in a cut? Well… this is just like that only this shit is much more concentrated than anything you’ll ever get out of a natural fruit.” He let out a loud, hearty laugh before he roughly grabbed Solstice’s jaw and leaned in close to her to whisper. “And this shit is going to be my weapon of choice today. Are you ready to talk yet, slut?!” He yelled, painfully close to the Princess’ face. In response solstice spit at the man and her saliva rolled down his cheek as he turned red with rage. The sight reminded Solstice of a previous encounter with the pilot who had shot her down- Kordavo Chenoweth. She hasn’t seen him since they brought her to IB.

The rest of the session included similar bouts of agony for Solstice. They started out by slicing her open, deeper and deeper each time. Each time they cut her they squeezed a syringe full of the citric acid into the wound causing Solstice to curse, scream, and cry out in pain. Once they determined that that wasn’t yielding the necessary results they began to get much more foul. The two men who accompanied Solstice in this chamber began to cut and peel away entire patches of her flesh. They were skinning her piece by piece and dropping the bits on the floor like dog food- leaving exposed muscle behind. They pumped her wounds so full of citric acid that for a moment the wounds bled pink rather than crimson. They did it ten times- each patch larger than the last. They went at it so long and so hard that the floor and ice beneath solstice was stained red with her blood and her entire world went dark. Only when Solstice was unconscious from the blood loss did they finally stop just so they wouldn’t kill her.

She still hadn’t spoken.

***

They had gone too far that time. Solstice required a blood transfusion and biofoam over the gaping holes in her skin just so that she could survive. They didn’t touch her for a few days after that. If she were to survive any more sessions, they needed to lay off of her so that she could recover. Most of that time solstice was asleep. She was dead to the world as her body tried to heal itself. The nurse checked on her often during those few days, but Solstice could hardly remember the visits on account of her being so out of it at the time. They were beginning to think she wasn’t going to make it at all.

A sudden surge of energy pulsed through Solstice’s veins and her eyes shot open. She needed to vomit. Now. She scrambled on all fours to the toilet where she quickly emptied her stomach of its liquid contents. She heaved at retched for several minutes. The nausea was insatiable, and it robbed her body of all it was worth until Solstice finally was able to lay down her weak head. Her pale cheek pressed to the cold seat and her eyes fluttered and sweat beaded on her forehead. Her skin was paper thin and pale and her once beautiful eyes were down dull, sunken, and surrounded by very dark circles. She was but a fraction of the woman she had been seven weeks ago when they had taken her away from Kordavo.

She was tired and she was broken. Her body was failing her even as her womb stirred behind her navel. She laid her bony, bloody hand over her abdomen and let out a small sigh. She knew what the truth was, but she was surprised she had been able to sustain her own life this long: let alone a second one. Solstice Nabeshin was pregnant, and there was only one possible father. A sigh passed through her lips and she let her eyes finally close completely. There she drifted off to a better time. Her body could not escape, neither could the fetus, but her mind was free to go wherever it pleased. That day, as she sat hunched over the toilet, her mind went horseback riding in the green fields of Fraundia. It stayed there so distracted by the memory that it didn’t hear the footsteps as they came down the hallway. A visitor was coming for Solstice.

 

[BennyQ]

Kordavo didn’t have any proof or evidence to give that IB wouldn’t kill Solstice. They shouldn’t at any rate, given the importance of who Solstice was now. To let such an informational asset expire on some torture rack would be foolhardy and a waste. She exclaimed she wasn’t a dumb girl, or a dramatic one, and he could agree she was a well rounded woman, but he barely heard her as he focused on piloting the craft into the hanger of the ship. Did he owe her any respect, at least as a combatant? Probably. But she also infuriated him, challenged his pride, insulted his person, which made it hard to give any respect. He couldn’t do anything without having to worry over her, as he had never done with anyone else. He just wanted to be free of her and the emotions and all the changes she brought into his life.

As if he could escape it any more than she could escape the clutches of the cruel Intelligence Bureau of the Dominion.

On the other hand, she most certainly was not sub par. But of course that only leaves the alternative, that she’s the love of your life. Kordavo absolutely refused to entertain such an idea. They had known each other only two, maybe three days. The fact that he raped her had been…an act of desperation. Of the heart? All this, he kept telling himself in his mind, trying to dissociate himself from Solstice and what she meant. Nothing. It had to mean nothing. He tried to make it mean nothing but perhaps too many years of seeing the purposes behind Dominion propaganda left him with little patience for bullshit, even with himself. He couldn't hide from it forever. She meant something and even if he wanted to, there was nothing that would keep IB from clawing her away. He just had to accept it. And like letting go of a prized possession, he had to steel himself against it.

So he was hard and silent, trying to be unfeeling as Solstice viewed her fate as they landed. She exclaimed she was going to miss him and his heart fluttered, but he only pursued his lips. That was a dangerous thought to pursue and like before, he knew. There was nothing to be done. She turned and kissed him and he tried his utmost to be impassive. But he failed. His lips parted slightly and received her kiss, leaning ever so slightly meet it. She always liked to kiss him. He couldn’t deny that he liked it as well. She tasted good. She made him feel good, a warmth in the usual tundra of his heart and mind. Something blossomed there that could not be stifled. Their kiss broke and they eyed one another, green eyes locked on blues. She stroked his cheek and it tensed his jaw involuntarily. But did he say anything, any promise or rebuttal or refuting of the emotion here? Any reassurance? None. Kordavo sighed and watched as she jumped out of the cockpit.

And was immediately seized. Kordavo clambered out afterwards, barely viewing the struggle of the armoured soldiers who grabbed her. She was a Princess but to them meant she was the chief lieutenant of their greatest foe, the King of Franudia, and therefore perceived Solstice to be some dangerous individual with only their ruin in mind. Indoctrination. For the lower classes it made them complete mind slaves who believed anything. They hauled her up and cuffed her, before marching her, two on either side, two behind her, and two in front of her, guns trained and fingers along the trigger guards. They marched her to a black uniformed officer. A woman. She was tall, with dark hair, though some strands were greying. She had keen eyes and a rigid posture. Admiral Kassandra Cleram. Did Kordavo mention his superior officer was a woman? Yet she showed no sympathy for the fellow woman being led away by guards. Her eyes merely swept over Solstice, acknowledged her presence, and once Solstice was dragged by, Cleram went to go speak to Kordavo, her ace pilot.

She had to congratulate him after all. He had just brought her the greatest political prize ever and in the Dominion, even Admirals with their fleets loyal to them could hold tremendous influence. Solstice was a pawn in something far greater than her and Kordavo now. The last Solstice would see of Kordavo was him approaching the Admiral, snapping off a smart salute, and being clapped on the shoulder in congratulations. His prize would be a medal and medical leave, neither of which he would deign as appropriate compensation for the loss of his true prize…

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Dominion Coreworld, VORZANIA
Seat of the Dominion ruling body, the Conclave

The last few weeks were a mental and physical agony for Kordavo Chenoweth, media proclaimed hero of Skarvis. Did he feel the honour? It was hard to, given what happened to his arm. The pain seemed to spike to unbearable levels barely a day after he parted with Solstice. It made flying impossible, removing both his duty and his hobby from play and adding to his overall misery. Constant biofoam treatments and blood infusions were impractical, unless he wanted to live in the medbay for half his life. The fleet surgeons recommended only one solution and there was no other choice; amputation. Kordavo lost his right arm, from the elbow downwards. He spent the next week in rehabilitation, given a cyborg emplacement which took some time to adjust to. It looked like the real thing, the servos and wiring covered by a plaster of skin matching his own hues. Yet in the dead of night or in cases of silence, he could hear the whining and shifting of the gears and machinery. And it irked him, reminding him of those days on Skarvis.

And those days spent with Solstice. And being removed from her presence did not remove her presence from his mind. She was there, almost every waking hour. In every memory, she was there. In every thought, she was there. He could not shake her. He wondered about the day, if it would ever come, when IB relinquished her, having exhausted herself as an intelligence asset to them. But what if they never did either? What if she continued to be stupid and dramatic, going with emotion over reason, resisting to the end? And dying, while she resisted? What if she was already dead? No, Kordavo couldn’t stop thinking. It didn’t long before he made official inquiries, using what he never used before, the full weight of his family surname. With a father on the ruling Conclave, the central body of authority figures and businessmen and powerful linages which ruled the Dominion, it wasn’t hard for Kordavo to make his influence felt.

It was quite easy in fact, which made him disdained it even more. This was not something gained on merit and talent, but on the sheer privilege of being born into such a proud and powerful family. He didn’t like it. But he hated more being in the dark about Solstice. He wanted to know. So he did this, worming his way through the smoke and screens of the Intelligence Bureau, until he learned. Without flight, on leave from the fleet, there was nothing else to do. Kordavo relapsed in this emotional addiction, craving whatever he could learn about Solstice. He wanted her back. Even with how much she infuriates you and drives you to insanity? Well, no one else could provoke such emotional heats of passion within him, of any kind. All except her.

One week became two weeks and two became three, nearing on nigh a month since that fateful encounter. Kordavo’s medical leave, despite his petitions, would not be lifted. His arm felt better, as good as knew, with many always claiming how cybernetic enhancements were always better than the old meat-and-bone limbs. He just wanted to fly again but the stimulations showed he wasn’t ready. Physically, he was. But mentally, he was slower and distracted. He still scored high, but not as high as he used to be able. And the fleet authorities saw this and denied it to him still. Not until he was capable. He was one of the top ace pilots. They wanted him ready. He wasn’t like fodder like the endless conscripts of the infantry. There seemed like nothing else to do and he was falling deeper into despair, until the day came when his visitor’s request was finally granted.

But what did he expect to see when Kordavo arrived at IB headquarters, situated in the southern hemisphere of Vorzania, on the far side of the planet from where his familial home was, towering high into the clouds. IB Headquarters was built into the ground, an inverse tower reaching many levels underground rather into the sky towards the stars. It was a place where people were buried, never to see light again if their luck was bad. Kordavo’s home, high in the clouds, was a place of luxury, sophistication, and technology, nothing like the wilderness and chaos of Skarvis or anywhere else. IB Headquarters seemed a backwards concept, a fortress of old, of grey blocks and dull stone. Better to screen the cries and screams yet it was eerily silent when Kordavo walked in.

And the smell. It was the stench of death, of decay, of open graveyards and sewage. Kordavo carefully breathed through his mouth as he was admitted.

Solstice was still technically his property, his prize through battle. IB had no real claim over her, though they did have a commission to be able to hold her in custody until her threat was reduced or whatever she could provide was taken. They were…vague guidelines, especially the last. Whatever she could provide was taken. Stories of torture, abuse, and rape were not uncommon here. Despite having done so similarly to her, Kordavo felt a spike of anxiety at what else she may have endured. His footsteps were heavy and determined as they came to her cell. The door opened and he was greeted with her hovel. He stepped in and the door slid shut behind him, locking. Kordavo was finely dressed as a noble would be, with a long trenchcoat of fine brown linen covering his torso down to his knees. It was opened at the front, golden buttons gleaming, revealing a surcoat over a black shirt, tucked in to hug his muscles. He wore military black fatigues, tucked into boots. He smelled of slight cologne. A sidearm was strapped to his belt.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked down at Solstice, kneeling at the toilet. He tilted his head and peered at her. There must be some mistake. This wasn’t Solstice. It was a boney, starved, half-beaten rusty haired woman. What game was IB playing with him? But at the same time, Kordavo knew it was her. It was the eyes. Her eyes never changed. He saw a glimpse of fire still in those eyes, unquenched. They had beaten and abused her, but not broken her. It made the corner of his lips quirk into a half-smirk. “Is suicide by food poisoning now your plan, little bird?” He asked, looking around her cell. Barely five paces by five paces. She lived like an animal. She looked like an animal. But even animals still had their base instincts. His eyes fluttered over her again, taking her in. Lust flared in them. She might have been changed, but she was still the same woman, who infuriated him, shot him down, was owed his respect, and whom he had raped and had invoked in him many emotional tribulations.

He strode to a wall and leaned back against it, tall and healthy, full of colour that he was. He didn’t belong in such a decaying place like this. “I told you not to be a dumb and dramatic girl. Princess Solstice Nabeshin. I suppose despite emptying your guts into that pail you still might hunger for something, like news. Your people still fight on. Fraundia stands. Your father resists, even after we’ve taken some more outlying colony worlds of yours. You keep this up and soon IB won’t need you anymore, as whatever you can offer them has already been taken.” Kordavo pointed out, quirking an eyebrow. Have they taken everything? Have they touched her? Those bastards, she’s mine and mine alone… His brow furrowed with these thoughts, expression swelling with anger. But he didn’t tell these thoughts to Solstice so one might think his fury was being directed at her.

Did she not deserve some of it too? Yet he expected this too, from IB and from her. He just hoped that his expectations might be wrong for once, that she might surprise him or he might surprise himself even. His smile was gone. He was disappointed in everything now. It was almost as if he was accusing her of something, of not adhering to his wishes. How much longer will he have to wait? “You’re still a stupid and dramatic girl, you know. You tell them nothing, continue to resist, and all you get is torture and this misery. I thought you would be back by now. A smart girl would have told everything and accepted her fate. You are still mine, little bird. And I grow impatient for you to learn that and just give in.” Kordavo said, unmoving from where he leaned against the wall. She was sick, hurting, and in pain no doubt. All he wanted to do though was kiss her. Half the time he wondered if that final kiss in the cockpit had been dreamt.

“No, you won’t learn. You are a Princess and have your high values to uphold. Isn’t that right? For Fraundia, no doubt.” Kordavo exclaimed with a sudden tiredness after, rubbing his right arm, which was as good as new from what she might remember of it. He had gotten healthier, better, stronger, and she had only gotten weaker and beaten. Yet his attraction only swelled at her presence to her. It was one of the reasons he had come. His addiction would not fade and so instead, he had worked up every justification over the past few days to indulge. You are weak one side of him told him. You’ll never be as strong again without her the other screamed back.

“You are on Vorzania now, the Dominion homeworld where we first started.” He went on, explaining Solstice’s circumstances to her further. “Billions of people live above you and not a single one knows that you are here beneath them. Not a single person knows, or cares, for the resistance of Princess Solstice Nabeshin, so brave and yet so unknown. Will you not give this up and tell them what you know?” Kordavo asked, peering at her. Tell them what you know so you can come with me.

Maybe he had less power than he realized but Kordavo didn't know yet.

 

[Sketchyequine]

Solstice kept her eyes low as the guest entered and was soon locked in with her. She had paid no attention to the man who entered. Initially the young prisoner didn’t even lift her head in the dark room. Solstice could only assume that her guest was just someone looking to fetch her for further interrogation now that she was awake and making noise again. The girl didn’t think she’d be able to survive many more such sessions. She was already dying: she could feel it in her bones that she didn’t have much longer before her body would be thrown into an incinerator or mass grave like countless unlucky souls before her. The sad part was that when she died so would the life still managing to grow inside her. The fetus was probably only the size of a bean, but the woman’s stomach was already looking a bit more supple than it had been when Kordavo had last seen her as a lean woman with significant musculature.

[/i]“...little bird.”[/i] as soon as he said the words Solstice’s head shot up and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before turning to look at him. If her jaw could have fallen all the way to the floor it probably would have. She looked at him, dressed in riches as compared to her own blood stained rags. His skin practically glowed while hers barely managed to cling to the muscle while tattered with countless scars, none of which had been there the last time he had seen her naked. She just stared like a star struck idiot as he walked the room and finally came to a stop at one end. Take me away from here.

Solstice finally stumbled to her feet, rinsing her vile mouth with water and scrubbing her teeth with soap on her index finger before rinsing and spitting over and over until her mouth felt clean. She had grown accustomed to brushing her teeth this way in a desperate attempt to keep her teeth from rotting out of her skull, and it worked fairly well as they still shone brightly behind her plush lips. The entire time he reported to her about Fraundia she cleaned her mouth or smiled to herself. They continued to fight even after the heir and many many more had been killed. They were resilient just like Solstice herself. The little planet would prove to be the biggest pain in the ass that the Dominion would see for a long time. Maybe they could even win.

When Kordavo finally stopped talking, Solstice turned to him already looking a bit healthier at the prospect of there being something worth living for in this shit hole. Solstice had been busy being tortured, but almost every night her mind wandered to Kordavo Chenoweth. The man had sparked more passion in Solstice than she thought herself capable of. While most of that passion was expressed in rage, there was something underlying that Solstice couldn’t wrap her head around. She couldn’t even blame Stockholm syndrome on account of him being away from her for the last almost two months. “Now look at the one who talks too much.” She teased as she pushed her tired body away from the sink and made her way towards him. The woman was in no shape to fight him, so he needn't worry about that, yet she still approached.

When she finally got close enough she wrapped her dirty arms around his waist: just above his belt and she moved in close to him. He was warm even while Solstice felt like shivering. She was so exhausted and had been sick for so long that she hadn’t even remembered what it was like to be warm until she pressed herself into the pilot as she held him. This would be the first time Solstice had shown such innocent affection toward her adversary, but the truth was he was one of the best gifts she could be given in that moment. He was the only man who ever vested her, the man who beat her, raped her, but most importantly he was the man who had saved her life, kisses her lips, and… he was the father of her child. She gave him a light squeeze with all the strength she could muster before she pulled back a bit.

Even in the darkness of the locked room she could see him. His green eyes seemed filled with thoughts that she didn’t even want to begin to try and figure out, and he looked like a picture of health and good looks… all topped off with the small scar she had given him on his impeccable face. She allowed a slight smile to form over her lips and she lifted and shaking hand to touch it. “Does anyone know it was a princess who marked you, Kory, or are you too ashamed to tell them?” Even as her words tainted him playfully her touch was as gentle as a feather. “Yes. I’m aware that no one else knows I’m here, but the fact of the matter is that I know.” She spoke calmly, taking the time to just look at him. “I’m doing the right thing for the many instead of looking out for myself. I should like to think you would do the same for the people you cared about.” She admitted before softly resting her cheek on the hard, defined musculature that made up his chest. Steal me away and never let them hurt me again.

How could she tell him that she was pregnant? Would he hate her for it? Would he hurt her for it? She sighed quietly as her head laid affectionately against the ace pilot’s chest. Her fingertips began trailing up and down his spine from atop his shirt but below his coat. She was acting like a lovesick puppy, she knew, but she needed the closeness. The demeanor of the man thus far didn’t indicate that he would do get any harm even though he appeared angry off and on. What was on the man’s mind? “There is so much you don’t know.” She whispered as one hand trailed along his arm where she eventually found his wrist. “First of all… it’s not food poisoning that makes me feel so vile. It’s the stirring in my womb that makes me nauseous.” She whispered, almost too quietly to hear. There was a part of her that almost wished he wouldn’t here, but a father needed to know the truth.

Slowly she guided his hand. Solstice was careful not to move in any such way that could be perceived as a threat: the last thing she needed right now was for him to hit her in the stomach for making him nervous. Slowly, surely, she guided him until his palm pressed flat against her abdomen just below her navel and above her pantyline. Please understand… I can’t do this alone anymore. They’re going to kill both of us. She pleaded in her mind, but her chapped lips remained pressed tightly enough together so as to keep her from breaking into screams or sobs- whichever came first. “I can’t tell them what I know, but I don’t know if we’ve got many more sessions in us. I’m being bled like a pig at the slaughter and feed like an anorexic 12 year old.” She looked down to where she kept his human hand pressed into her stomach. “If you’ve ever felt an ounce of compassion for me, you need to get me out before it’s too late.” She looked back up to his eyes, her own glassy.

“Kiss me…” she finally said, bravely. “Kiss me if you’re going to save me, Kordavo Chenoweth. Otherwise please leave me here to die quietly. I don’t want to get my hopes up that you’ll do anything for me if you’re just going to walk out of here and never think of me or utter my name again.” She wanted to taste his smile more than anything else in the world.

 

[BennyQ]

He wondered vaguely if Solstice must be on some sort of drug or trance, given how she looked at him. Was he a ghost? Something in his hair, on his teeth? She gawked at him, seemingly unhearing his words and it caused the need to ramble on further for Kordavo, wanting some sort of reaction out of his former…lover? Rival? Enemy? That’s what she still was right? He wanted to see her and now he had. This woman, who caused him so much grief, misery, and intense emotion, now reduced to this strange skeletal shell like form. Had they damaged her head? She had certainly damaged his in some way. He just couldn’t keep her out of it.

Now that he finally confronted her, Kordavo didn’t really know what to do. In a battle, he could always speed, maneuver, jockey into a better position. Here, in this sort of ordeal of the heart and mind, there was no such leeway. What you said, what you did, it was out there and it was final. He reached over and rubbed his right forearm gingerly. Phantom senses. Even with his robotic arm, it still bothered him.

Finally Solstice seemed to react, rising weakly to her feet. Kordavo just stared at her, offering no help. She was still an enemy, was she not? And a cornered beast can be more dangerous than a lively one. She got up and mocked him for talking too much. Kordavo felt a sting of irritation at his own words thrown back at him. There was the pest he remembered, not this frail outward appearance she held. She approached him and Kordavo felt he ought to protect himself somehow. But still he was unresponsive, passive of expression and movement, as she came forward and embraced him.

Kordavo felt himself go rigid, before melting into the tight embrace. Did it bother him that a dirty, smelly, little creature and pest was hugging him? Not at all. She was his. His own. His dirty, smell, little creature. His right arm remained rigid, while his other at first rose hesitantly behind her, before resting upon her back in a half-embrace. They were killing her here. Killing his bird. She hugged him tightly like he was her savior. In a sense he was and he realized it. But the power didn’t really excite him in this situation. Not yet perhaps. He did not have full control. Not yet.

Still he stood resolute and unmoving as Solstice reached up and touched the scar on his face. He had branded her with his initials. Had they seen that? He had his own branding from her as well. Mine, and hers. Did anyone know who or what had given him that scar? He didn’t give her the luxury of an answer, leaving her to wonder. Truthfully he didn’t know what they thought about it. If they knew, they didn’t say anything. One of his chief anxieties since being on medical leave. When he returned to the frontline, would they mock him for it? She seemed to be encouraged by the futility of her resistance. She was doing it for her people. Her sense of duty was…adorable.

Her hand was grazing at his back and Kordavo couldn’t deny either it felt…tender and affectionate, drawing tingles out of his spine But what she said next made him go numb to any such sensation. Or emotion. There was…a stirring in her womb. And that changed everything for Kordavo. At first he seemed to flatline, going absolutely still. A stirring in her womb…meant a baby. His first instinct and realization was…his baby. Then the glass shattered and his heart stuttered and it felt as he was falling through air from a great height. He inhaled sharply, audibly, at her gesture of moving his hand towards her stomach. He tried to refute it. What if it was a trick? Perhaps…rape-born of a guard here but that only drove it home more. It was his…rape-born. His hand was on her stomach. He knew. He could feel it.

The child was his.

I don’t know if we’ve got many more sessions in us. They were killing…his child.

He had to get her out of here. He had to get them out of there. Solstice was still speaking, worrying about her ordeal but Kordavo didn’t hear her anymore, despite worrying for the same problem. She was looking at him but he didn’t see her. Not truly. His eyes were far off, scheming and plotting and deliberating on how to resolve this. She was carrying…his child. Kordavo…never wished for a child. He knew what it meant, what it entailed. He wasn’t ready, nor did he wish to be. But he had to be now. He looked down at Solstice just as she asked for a kiss. Kiss her, if he would save her. But could he promise that? Better to let it die without hope if it wasn’t meant to be. He looked at her, smouldering like dying embers in this dreary, unforgiving place. Could he leave her to be snuffed out, her and their child?

She wanted a kiss, a promise, that he would do this thing. Kordavo’s lips parted, still dazzled by the admission she had given him. He looked at her, at war within himself. Why had he even come? To find some sort of solace? He found the exact opposite of that. He should have forgotten about this damnable girl. Yet here he was, half at war with himself and half now pondering the methods on which to secure her release.

So, what was he doing here then?

“You are with child?” Kordavo found himself saying, very softly, almost in a whisper. What promise could he make her? How could he know what results he could accomplish? He had nothing to say. He looked down at her, expectant of the answer, which he knew to be true anyways. He put his hands on her shoulders, the servos in his mechanical fingers of his right hand whining quietly with the movement. He detached her from her and held her at arm’s length, as if she was anathema. But she was not. “I will see you again soon.” Kordavo simply told her and released her, pulling the folds of his jacket about him.

Kordavo Chenoweth turned on his heel and with a knock upon the door, was allowed out and departed from her presence. There was work to be done. And he had to get to it immediately.

Two days would pass until a change came about. The Intelligence Bureau clung to their routine with her, with the interrogations, the beatings, the forced propaganda shoots where they had her recite written lines into a camera, promising defeat to her countrymen. They mocked her, abused her as usual, questioned whether her visit from her “courtly gentleman” had been worth his while. Not likely, as he didn’t come back. And they told Solstice he was never coming back.

There would be a day when things were different, when it wasn’t the same two thugs who came to get Solstice one particular evening. Rather it was four booted pairs of feet, marching in unison, with a purpose. Helmeted soldiers, with visors over their eyes, with rifles came for her. Crisp discipline, silent, with determination solely for their task. They grabbed Solstice, manacled her wrists, and dragged her out between them without a word. They marched her down the corridors and down lanes they had never taken her before. Perhaps this was it, the trip down to a dark room where a bullet would be put in her head. Conversely, they went constantly upwards, including a tense six minute elevator ride. Suddenly they emerged upon a landing pad, within the belly of a city. Upon it rested a white shuttle, sleek and formidable. And yet it was only a pleasure craft.

A figure stood at the base of the ramp, someone of importance given the bellowing of his vaulted cloak and the golden tresses of his uniform. Grey haired, stern of face, with impeccable green eyes. The soldiers dragged her right before this man, her frail figure besides his hulking, well-fed figure of authority. Upon the stretched ramp, with an immeasurable drop on either side into the bowels of a city that stretched from the ground right up to the clouds. The man looked her over, did not seem impress, and simply ordered her within. She was taken into the hold of the shuttle, made to sit with a man on either side of her, barrels practically in her cheek. Shortly, the man joined her, sitting across the small lobby from her. Still he said nothing. The shuttle vibrated as it lifted off. Solstice was being taken away from IB. But to where?

The old man simply sat across her from, observing her with his wide, unblinking eyes. “Lord Chenoweth,” a voice announced over the speaker, “we’ll be arriving to destination in twenty-seven minutes flight time.” The old man did not respond to the announcement, still looking over Solstice.

He was rather disappointed. One usually took a more domesticated individual into the household when it came to concubinage, an acceptable practice among the rich and elite. But taking an enemy combatant was unheard of and very ill-advised. But his son had…done the deed with her. And somehow succeeded when before he never showed any interest in such an art with varying degrees of talent. It was unlikely he would again anytime soon so they were stuck with this…specimen. Frail, beaten, and deprived. He judged her solely on that and the conclusion was lacking.

Slowly, he closed his eyes and gave a bemused chuckle. “Stubborn and reckless like her people…”

 

[Sketchyequine]

Solstice’s brow furrowed as she looked at him. She was desperate for something. She wanted him to either kiss her and promise he would be there or maybe even draw that gun on her and end the suffering of both her and their child. She wanted him to either love her for being the mother of his child or hate her for being pregnant. This uncertainty was a killer. She just looked at him, confusion and tears welling in her eyes as he pushed her back by her shoulders. The look on his face indicated that he felt… regret. It was not an emotion she had ever seen out of him before, but she couldn't put her finger on what it was that he regretted. Was it coming to see her? Was it getting her pregnant at such a dangerous time in her life? He looked as though he hated her either way, and she could feel her heart shriveling at the notion.

“What?” She whispered, but she got no response. Kordavo turned and walked away just as easily has he had the day the Investigations Bureau got her in the first place. She leaned against the wall, still warm from being against Kordavo’s body, and she slid down until she occupied the fetal position with her face buried into her bony kneecaps. He said that he would see her again, but Solstice didn’t think that were true. If it were he wouldn’t have left her behind so easily after jumping through all the hoops just to be here. She was alone. She was pregnant. She wholeheartedly believed she would be dead within a week. Kordavo wasn’t going to be there for any of it, and it made her cry.

Solstice found herself weeping a lot over the next few days. Weeping, vomiting, and hurting. Once Kordavo had left things seemed to go back to exactly the way they were before he had come, and each time they rigged her up and took blades it bludgeons to her her withering body she feared that her and her baby would be killed. She was less of a shell than many of the inmates, but it was amazing just how much she had deteriorated in the last two months she had been in the facility. Her body ached, but her mind wandered frivolously in an attempt to find some sort of comfort. The only that she could find was that, one, she hadn’t given up any information yet, and, two, Kordavo had thought about her enough to see her and now, if she died, the fact that his child died with her would forever haunt him. He would never be without memories and thoughts of the little princess who nearly defeated him.

However, the worst part of the routine was the way they mocked her about Kordavo’s visit. She had opened up to the man and given him a valuable piece of information about their future, yet the perverted men down in this shit hole figured he fucked her for a few minutes, got bored, and headed off. They treated her as though she were some piece of meat not even capable of pleasing a man which was, obviously, untrue considering she had been so irresistible to her captor that he had knocked her up. She wouldn't tell them that bit, of course, but the reality of it all irked her. She was simply grateful that the guards hadn’t raped her as well. It gave her the reassurance that it was indeed Kordavo’s offspring that was taking up residence in her uterus.

When the parade of men came to collect her, Solstice let out a sigh. She stood up and held her wrists out to them as soon as she saw the binds come into view. She was as silent as the four men, dressed as though they were collecting the most dangerous human being on earth. The thought caused her to form just a bit of a crooked smile on her chapped lips. It was an ego booster to see that they sent so many heavily armored people just to retrieve her for her execution. Execution. That was the only event she could figure would be handled this way. Solstice was a bit surprised, however, that the man heading up her torture wouldn’t be heading up this particular activity. He had always seemingly loved seeing her blood spill and her eyes roll back in her head- this would certainly be an event that would pique the crude man’s interest.

Subconsciously, Solstice’s hands held her lower abdomen the best they could given her bound state of being. She was gentle as her thumbs stroked back and forth beneath her navel as if she were soothing the fetus within. However, in the back of her mind, Solstice knew that it was she herself who needed reassured. At least the child would never truly know life before it was taken from it. “It’s going to be okay, little one.” She whispered to her child as the elevator began to ascend. She thought to herself how symbolic it would be if they threw her off the roof down into the the hole into the ground: she would surely die on impact. “You won’t feel a thing… you’ll just slip into eternal rest. It’s mommy who will feel the pain.” She reassured quietly as the ride continued. As she mumbled, none of the guards spared her a second glance so long as she didn’t move.

Her eyes widened in shock as she found herself, dressed in such minimal, stained clothing out on such a normal landing pad. This didn’t look like the site of any type of execution Solstice had ever heard of before. She cocked an unmade brow upon seeing the man of stature. Based on the color of the hair she could tell even from a distance that it wasn’t the man she had hoped to see. Instead it was some other pompous asshole here to fetch her like a dog with a bone. Did these people never complete their own chores? Once she was brought closer, however, her brow furrowed upon seeing those bright green eyes. She knew those eyes. She had stared into them while she was beaten, rescued, and fucked. Those were Kordavo’s eyes even if they were not on Kordavo’s face. You get your good looks from daddy.

She watched him, brows raised as he inspected her like she were a piece of livestock- no surprise there. Everyone seemed to think she can from some sort of feral society given that they still had plants on her planet. They loaded her up like a cow on a stock ship, and the guards sat far closer to her than she would have liked. She sat there, cradling her stomach in her hands, and she let out a quiet sigh of relief as the old man sat across from her. She didn’t know where they were going, but she did know that Kordavo had a hand in it. At the very least she thanked the far away captain for at least allowing her to see daylight again before she died. She wanted to see him. She missed him more than she ever thought possible. He had done horrible things to her, but she couldn’t get the image of curled up against his broad chest out of her mind and she made unwavering eye contact with the old man across from her.

“Like father like son.” She retorted when he spoke ill of Fraundia. “Would you like to tell me that I’m a dumb and dramatic girl ass well? That’s one of your son’s favorites.” She spoke crudely to the man after staying in silence too long. It was almost as though seeing daylight had rejuvenated her like it would a fern kept in a shady window too long. Yes, she looked like shit. She was dull, sick, and covered in reminders of her encounters with Kory but mostly with IB afterwards. But no, her spirit was not gone. It was just a little bit more difficult to tap into thanks to her sheer exhaustion. A good meal and a bath and she would be just as big of a pain in the ass as she had been when Kordavo first kidnapped her. “It is not my people who are fucked up Lord Chenoweth. It’s yours. Don’t forget that.”

The rest of the ride across whatever spanse of distance, Solstice remained silent. She had guns pointed at her head and a baby growing in her tummy and she just didn’t think it wise to lip off a hell of a lot more without Kordavo there. With him she knew she could get away with it. With his father? She wasn’t too sure it wouldn’t get her head blown off. She just stared at the man, and it became a silent battle between a lioness and a tiger. They were both deadly killers- smart and cunning. They could rip at each other all they wanted while the lioness outdid in strategy and the tiger in strength. There was something about the father that Solstice just had a difficult time stomaching. Why had he gone and raised such a fucked up kid? Why was that kid now going to be right along side Solstice’s thoughts for the rest of her life? Solstice couldn’t shake the young enemy from her mind any more than he could her from his. It seemed as though the universe really did chose for them to be soulmates.

 

[BennyQ]

Lord Janus Chenoweth was a stolid politician. He was not prone to bursts of passion or fits of emotion. A leader was calm, collected, and did not make a fool of themselves. The judgement was doubly keen when one had a seat on the Ruling Conclave of the Dominion. It hadn't been difficult at all to pluck his son's little favourite from the depths of the Intelligence Bureau. He had political power and weight that originated more from his prestigious surname than his actual wealth. People owed him favours and in return he could grant much if one could deign to get him to owe them one. The subtle powers of corporate juntas or the more direct power of military fleets did not compare to what he could accomplish with mere words. He stood to make a lot of power too from the recent conflict, having a great deal invested and standing to earn from the conquest of Fraundia. That wasn't, to put it so primitively, fucked up as the girl across from him said.

On ancient Earth, that had been called Darwinism.

And possession and interpretation of these texts and literatures, carried over from the supposed homeworld of humanity which was Earth, to which the Dominion and Fraundia and any other polity in this region of space, all hailed from in generational sleeper ships. The Conclave drew its authority by this knowledge and there was one prime truth that was accepted as the very basis and foundation of Dominion culture, which now stood preeminent among all peoples. The strong, the intelligent, they survive. The weak, the frail, they perish, or are made to serve. All other factors, ideologies, and social structures were secondary to this one core value.

His people, the Conclave and all generations beforehand thought, lived by Earth standards, the homeworld of all humanity. There was no other philosophy to be followed. The Dominion, strong and powerful, took what it needed. Fraundia, backwards and weak, would be made to serve, its peoples and mineral and resource wealth. Lord Janus Chenoweth held this as a core belief, unwavering and unshaken. Solstice with her chiding rebuke simply washed over him. He was no stranger of course to such base and pitiful insults. Politics, governed sometimes by adults with the minds of children still. How tiresome.

He did not respond to Solstice outright. He gave a low grunt in acknowledgement though. Of what? His people being more fucked up, as this so called Princess so eloquently put it? No, instead he simply confirmed what a lowly savage this woman was. “Is that in turn how you've become my son's favourite as well? Yes I can see the attraction. Amusing.” He commentated in a dry, condescending tone. “Please, if you cannot portray your station and rank adequately, I suggest you spare us the indecency of having to hear such vulgarity.” Lord Chenoweth remarked and made a gesture with a finger to one of the soldiers unseen behind her. Harsh hands grabbed her hair, strained her head back, and something was fitted around her neck. Cold, hard, and with small protrusions jutting into her neck. A common marking for prisoners and criminals. Speech was a privilege, one that could be revoked at the jailers convenience.

The flight continued with deadly silence. If she talked, an electrical jolt would lance into her. Not powerfully, enough to elicit a yelp if one was not expecting it. Lord Chenoweth barely paid her any heed as he was handed a datapad, a glass panel between two metal cylinders, with everything he was viewing visible though from her angle it would be as if reading from a mirror. It was about her, Princess Solstice Nabeshin, the Dominion record and dossier of her. There was a picture of her in some royal outfit from some event several years past. The data didn’t seem much as Lord Chenoweth devoured the entire document in less than a quarter hour. Everything the Dominion knew, from which battles she participated in to other little facts gathered from other sources like captured intel or prisoners of war. But there were blaring gaps in it, such as her age not being noted or other such details.

“Princess Nabeshin is also noted for shooting down famed combat ace Captain Kordavo Chenoweth…” Lord Chenoweth said in a low murmur, reading one particular line. She possesses immense skill in dogfighting and should not be engaged lightly. Dangerous, they warned. Lord Chenoweth snorted and put his finger along these lines. As he dragged the tip of his finger, the words became blotted out. Censored. Only those of equal rank and access to Lord Chenoweth would know that fact, along with whoever had witnessed it. Was it out of shame? The family name needed to be protected and kept polished, otherwise people might mock and think them weak. Not even the littlest stain could be allowed to exist.

He looked up at Solstice after. Is that why you’ve become his favourite? He snorted again in contempt. And he put a baby in you. Perhaps…

The shuttle landed. Solstice was again escorted, though by two men instead of four, one on each side holding her by the elbow. They marched her off after Lord Chenoweth out of the belly of the ship and onto another landing pad. This time, surprisingly, instead of extending out into the air from the side of a building, this was upon a terrace of a great construct and skyscraper complex. They were many hundreds of miles above the surface of Vorzania now, in the suites and the homes of the rich and powerful. Indeed this was a residential zone. The landing pad was surrounded by an artificial garden but it did not possess the true feel and look a real one might. High among the clouds, the air was thinner here but soon they would be indoors of this structure.

While the top floors were the private quarters of the Chenoweth family, the many floors below was essentially a city in itself. There was barracks for the household guards, quarters for the live-in servants, manufacturing lines, power generators, libraries, kitchens, offices, museums, and much more. The family was like a corporation to some extent, having thousands of people under its personal control and in varying degrees of service. And above them all the Chenoweths lived like pseudo-royalty. Entering into the building brought an immediate change, as the air returned to normal. Pleasant fragrances wafted about and their feet thudded over marble floors. Paintings and murals were depicted on walls and even the ceiling. They came first into a great hall, with a vaulted ceiling and terraces visible from other floors. This was the great hall and foyer of the home, where the Chenoweth received guests and hosted balls and parties. A grand staircase sat directly ahead and they took Solstice up them. But at the top, Lord Chenoweth separated from them and Solstice was back alone with her two handlers.

They marched her deeper into the tower top mansion. Everything was modern and highly technological, yet possessing a regality in its architecture, passing by columns of stone and arched windows that tinted based on the brightness of the sun. They took her past many rooms, parlours, lobbies, conference rooms, personal studies, and even a room hosting a flight simulator. They came to bedrooms at last, a twisting hallway with many closed doors. They opened one and simply thrust her inside, removing her manacles and shock collar. Then they shut the door and it locked with a mechanical click.

Welcome to your new jail cell.

No room in the depths of IB’s prison was a quarter as luxurious as this. There were silk coverings on the bed, complete with a comforter and pillows. She had her own washroom, sleek and clean, with running hot water. There were towels and robes but no change of clothes. The cabinets and wardrobes were all empty and of fine dark wood. The windows, thick and tough, overlooked the city but since they were so high up, currently a layer of clouds was obstructing view of the surface. There was even a television, though the channels available consisted only of local news and military propaganda, with couches of exquisite white leather about it. The carpet was of soft fur. The bookshelf was bare. The desk was bare. The closet was bare. The ceiling fan twirled quietly above. Next to the door was a pad but it was deactivated. She could not get out. This was where she was going to be jailed. No one would question why the Chenoweths were keeping a Princess and dangerous enemy asset imprisoned in their home and not in an actual prison.

It was a guest room, of which there were dozens, repurposed into a temporary jail cell. When the meal times came, of which there was three, a small ceiling panel opened and out came a small robotic dolly, hovering upon propulsions. It would place a covered tray upon the table, light up as it beckoned Happy servings! and then floated back away. She was usually fed a mixture of meats, vegetables, and some form of bread. Water was readily available and in the mornings she was brought milk. She was not allowed to ask for anything else. In fact there seemed no way for her to contact the outside world. Like in the depths of IB, despite millions of people all around her, she was made to be alone.

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It would last one day until Kordavo Chenoweth arrived.

Where had he been? At the naval medical offices, trying to overturn his leave. Still, the doctors judged him unfit currently. Your body has not adjusted to the loss of a limb. Mental and emotional trauma may still linger. We wish to keep you here for further observation until we are sure there won’t be any complications upon your return to duty. As one of our most valuable military assets, we hope you understand our desires to ensure you are fully capable for battle.

Absolute. Bullshit. Kordavo had a feeling his father might be pulling strings to keep him out of combat again, fearing for his safety and possible death. Which of course would end the Chenoweth line and have them fall into oblivion and obscurity. But they had the baby now, didn’t they? The thought had been on his mind upon his return to home and at first he was unaware that Solstice was here as well, until he began to lazily check the security feeds and saw the arrival of the shuttle on the previous day. Soon his boots thudded loudly as he raced through the building, moving quickly because of his long legs, momentum carrying him forward like a boulder down a hill. She was here! His baby was here! He had to see them. He had promised to see her again. For all his stoic behavior and control, he felt like an excited child racing to see a new toy. Isn’t that what she was to him? He arrived at her door and keyed it open with a retina scan.

He came in. He was dressed in uniform, with an officer’s cap upon his head. His surcoat was unbuttoned though, handing on his shoulders and his military tunic was tucked into his dark pants. It was clearly tight on him, especially around his shoulders and arms, which bulged. His green eyes swept the room until they laid eyes upon Solstice. The door slid shut behind him. And locked with that same ominous click. Despite his excitement, he did not rush to her. A sudden pang of anger struck him. She was the reason he was grounded from flight and service. She had stitched his arm but her efforts had failed ultimately. It was all her fault. She ought to be…punished. He stuck his hands and glared at her.

“I’ve never known such a dramatic girl like you.” He sneered in greeting. “I can’t believe how you persist in irritating me, from the day I met you. And now you are in my very home, causing me all sorts of annoyances and worries. With your…” his eyes went down to her stomach then back up to her face, not saying it. “Why could you not be a regular Princess who…does what a regular Princess does?” But then he wouldn’t like her as he did now. Pretty faces were in abundance. It was exactly this irritation she did to him that swelled up his attraction for her.

“Are you well now?” He then asked in a softer, more concerned tone, again looking at her stomach.

 

[Sketchyequine]

She cursed when the strapped the wretched contraption around her strong neck. “You mother fuckers.” She muttered, quickly being treated with a shock that made her squeal in pain and cradle her thin stomach. There was a baby in there, this man’s grandson, and they were still willing to shock her like a bitch that was barking too much. If they were going to treat her like a dog, she would show him how a dog really acted. She silently wondered how the old man would react if she pissed on his carpet. The thought brought a small, crooked grin to her lips. She would never actually behave that vile, but the idea of it was good for a laugh. These dominion citizens sat so straight and proper because the sticks shoved up their asses were as big as saplings.

She leaned back in her chair with a huff, watching as the man pulled open something on his electronic device. They had things similar on Fraundia, but for the most part their planet relied much less on frivolous technology. The dominion didn’t seem to be able to survive without it. Had the majority of these people ever even seen a real tree? Tech was cool and all, but it didn’t put food on the table and it didn’t make an honest living. These people had lost all sight of so many of the important parts of life. The kids didn’t play in the dirt and scrape their knee, they started training in the flight simulators. The only way into their parent’s hearts was through success. This wasn’t a way of life, and right then and there she promised her child a better life. Her or she would be raised like a Fraundian with all the love a mother could provide. Her maternal instincts were already kicking in quite strong, and her child was no more than a bean.

She just watched him as he read and mumbled, smirking as she saw her own picture. The fool. He didn’t even know who he was dealing with before he picked me up? If I wasn’t pregnant I would cause true havoc. She thought to herself, not wanting to get another shock. She was more protective of the damn rape-conceived fetus than she wished she was. Especially now as she was in chains. Again. She was getting awfully tired of being a caged bird with her wings clipped. Women like Solstice Nabeshin were meant to soar. There wasn’t a lot of souring happening here and there certainly wasn’t a lot of freedom. It was enough to make anyone go mad. She wasn’t designed to be anyone’s pet or good luck charm. She read quickly even though the words and characters were backwards and she smiled. They knew very little about her, but at least they knew she was deadly. That was enough to boost anyone’s pride. She gave the old man a wink when he looked up at her.

The ride was far too long, and she hated not knowing where she was going. However, this all seemed like an awful lot of trouble if they were just going to kill her. Not to mention if that were the case, why send Kordavo’s father? When they finally landed she was unloaded once more and she glanced around. This was all so strange to her. Why would anyone want to live this far up? There was no view, no air, and no reason. The whole thing was silly. And this terrace? Solstice stuck her nose up at it. Fake plants were only for those unskilled enough to keep real ones. It was no wonder they were trying to take Fraundia: they would have to raid lush plants just to farm enough food to survive. There was no way to grow things in this concrete jungle with too much foot traffic and not enough space. It was disgusting.

She growled low, careful not to set off the buzzer as the pushed her along. She hardly even cared about the modern beauty of the building. As far as she was concerned it was nothing compared to the rustic comforts of home. God she was homesick. Her pregnancy had her brooding, but she had no way of doing the things she wanted to do. She was living based on someone else’s agenda even though all she really wanted to do was go home and take care of herself and her growing child. Too bad the father isn’t an easier person to deal with. She sighed. She had a lot of resentment for Kordavo, but she also felt a lot of affection toward the man. All she could do was blame stockholm syndrome and move on, but it was a constant annoyance to the young princess: like a fly who kept buzzing in your ear again as soon as you thought it was finally gone. Kordavo was Solstice’s fly. Her father would be so disappointed.

She glanced around as they lead her through seemingly endless hallways and cocked her brows. She could see exactly why Kordavo and his father were the way they were. Everything was chic, modern, and perfectly polished. And here she was, the perfect stain for his perfect life. Solstice was going to be a nightmare for this entire family. But where are they taking me? Her question was answered almost as soon as she asked it. They shoved her unto a room, unbound her, and left her there incredibly alone. At least they took the collar off, but the entire situation infuriated her. She picked up a vase in the room and hurled it the door as soon as it was closed, knowing the guards heard it when it hit and shattered. A silent warning to anyone that she might be weak, but she was still their enemy.

***

The next day was a wash, but she expected it would be just like many days to come. They had pulled her out of IB and now, as best as they could figure, they were holding her here until they figured out what to do with their son’s pregnant whore. The thought made her roll her eyes. It was another constant reminder that she was no better than livestock to them: a pregnant cow they locked in a stall. The room they kept her in was extravagant, but it was a prison cell nonetheless. She ate when there was food, nourishing her broken body and the fetus she had no doubt was struggling as well, but the most exciting thing she had was the bathroom. Solstice probably brushed her teeth a dozen times in the day she had been there, showered twice, and even soaked in a tub as she rubbed her abdomen and quietly sang into the emptiness of the room. When she wasn’t cleaning or eating, she was doing one of two things: sleeping or pacing. Sleeping because she felt as though she hadn’t slept in years although it had only been two months. Pacing because she wanted to know how Fraundia faired in this war. She knew the people who were spilling their blood for protection of their way of life, and she wasn’t out there to help them and spill her own. The taught made the woman chew her nails down so short that they bled, and watching the biased dominion news gave her no relief.

When Kordavo entered, stepping on the remnants of the porcelain vase, Solstice didn’t even notice him. Instead, she kept herself busy with the task at hand: pull-ups. She was still clad in the same pair of panties and sports bra he had seen her in at IB, but her body was much cleaner now even as a layer of sweat covered her abs and face. Even the clothes were cleaner seeing as she had scrubbed them in the tub with body wash and her bare hands, but they were still stained with her blood in more places than they weren't. Her small hands clung to the frame of the door that lead to the bathroom and her toes were pointed as her legs extended at a 45 degree angle from her body. She didn’t get as good at combat by being lazy. Solstice Nabeshin was an athlete just as much as Kordavo himself was. The only difference was she was still cleared for battle… if she ever made it home. Pregnancy nor pain would stop her from trying to save her people.

She glanced at Kordavo finally after she dropped to the floor in a controlled motion, her breath hastened from the effort as her dainty hand wrapped around the girth of a glass. She just stared at him as she took a long drink, allowing him to go on yet another tirade about how she was a stupid idiot and how she burdened him so. If that were really true, why would he bring her here? His own story was crumbling apart around him. She rolled her eyes a bit, swallowing a large mouthful of water and then setting the glass down and wiping her mouth before she finally offered him her words. “There’s my slave driver. How’s it going? Is the planet still intact under your feet? Because I wouldn’t fucking know.” She retorted harshly, tapping her fingertips on the counter for a second as she looked at him. She should be grateful that he got her out of IB, but she was so angry that he had just had her taken to another prison that she couldn’t even muster a ‘thank you’. He didn’t deserve one.

“Oh us? We’re doing splendid. We just love living our lives in a fucking cage like a normal princess would. You should really try it some time. Its fucking awesome.” She crossed her arms over her chest and sneered at him just as he had done to her just moments before. He had no right to be angry. “I’ve got an idea! Why don’t we head out to Fraundia and I’ll lock you up in one of our jails. I’m sure you’ll love it just as much as I love it here.” She said before huffing a bit. The girl was profane, especially for royalty, but it was all just a part of her individuality. What was she if not vulgar? She grabbed a toxel that hung over the side of the desk chair and she gently blotted away the sweat on her abs. She already looked a million times healthier than she had the last time he had seen her. A shower, a meal, and a bed did a lot for morale. Solstice Nabeshin wasn’t going to die. Not over this at least.

Patting away the sweat revealed the state of her body more clearly. She was bonier with less muscle mass and bulk than she used to have, but her musculature was still well defined even around the small pouch already forming on her stomach. However, the most shocking part was all of the scars. She had been treated with biofoam when they had almost killed her, but not enough for the scars. She had patches of purple flesh peppering her flesh around countless fine white line from being sliced with a pain. However, it was her skinning experience that left her looking like a sticker book. For the first time in her life, even with a child growing within it, Solstice was ashamed of her body. It reminded her every single moment that she had failed, and they had maimed her for it. Her voice finally softened, but she kept her eyes averted. “I’m as well as I can be seeing as the circumstance.” It was a whisper, but it retained an ounce of hardness. “A change of clothes and a chance to walk around would definitely be an improvement though.”

 

[BennyQ]

He wasn’t looking at the floor as he walked in, momentarily enticed by the remarkable sight before him. Kordavo marveled for a time at the change over Solstice, that despite the depredations of IB, she was already working herself to recover and be better. Her body, taut and malnourished, was showing signs of strength again. And indeed something else, the scars and smears of cruel, base-born men with no dignity or elegance. Caught up as he was with this picture, the grinding of porcelain beneath his boots crunched loudly in the silence of the first few heartbeats of their meeting. He spoke his words and yet Solstice didn’t seem to heed them at first as she got down from her pull-ups. By the stars, how could a woman infuriate him so?

It got worse. Solstice responded with vulgarity and crude remarks, causing Kordavo to huff and roll his eyes with impatience. She was dramatic. He preferred the calm, cool and collected fighter he had overcome on the planet. Words meant nothing. As she sarcastically remarked on visiting Fraundian jails, Kordavo cast his eyes down to the floor, where the smashed bits of a vase were scattered. What had happened here? Temper tantrum no doubt. She had an endless array of insults like the vocabulary of some uncouth child. That’s why she was locked up here. She needed to learn her manners first and it irked Kordavo to see her fall into this cruder, less civilized person. Maybe it was just the pregnancy affecting her.

Maybe I need to put her in her place again. But what could he do that IB hadn’t? He once broke her fingers. That didn’t work. Once he had touched her…down there…that had been…different.

In any case, if this was how she was going to behave, he didn’t feel inclined to release her from here. But there were some necessities out there that she could not have in here. There was no intent from the Chenoweths to kill her. She was carrying one of them, after all. His eyes rose back to her and he looked her over again. Despite her recovering strength, she looked horried. Not the healthy and strong woman he had fallen for on Skarvis. Not the taut and well-formed woman he had ravished in a fit of passionate madness, that led to all of this. No, the intent was not to kill or harm her. But by doing nothing, perhaps what IB did to her might still cause complications to her health. She looked wounded and her body could not nurture a growing child and try to heal itself.

It didn’t help either that she was exerting herself as well. He let the silence drag on after her final remark, not bothering to respond to any of it. She had asked him once to kiss her if he was going to save her. He hadn’t, but had done so anyways. Was he not owed the kiss then? So instead of answering her crude outburst and despite her whispered hint about what could be better, he said nothing and crossed over to her. More porcelain was crushed underfoot as he came to stand very close to Solstice. Within her personal space, engulfing her with his height and girth of limb and torso. She might be a strongly wound little fighter but he still had much strength over her. He stepped to her, reached up to cup her face and direct it towards his. And then he leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.

Not long, only a few heartbeats, but a soft press of his warm lips to hers sent a flurry into his chest and heart. He drew back, eyelids drooping heavily for a moment before he widened and the passionate bout passed like a flicker of cloud. “Come with me, now.” He said, lowering his hand, fingers grazing down her arm towards her wrist. And if she would allow him, he would intertwine his fingers with hers. But if not, he would simply lock his hand around her entire hand. “You asked me to save you and I will. But you have to keep trusting me. Come. We’ll walk. And find you some clothes.” Kordavo said and trusted his hand on hers would keep her locked down and unable to cause mischief. She wasn’t supposed to leave this room yet despite the rigid hierarchy of his family, Kordavo didn’t always listen.

So he tugged her along, activated the pad on the inside of the room with a fingerprint scanner (it would not activate for Solstice) and opened the door. He brought her out and walked with her down the way she had been brought. “Tell me a list of what clothes you need. I will provide you with a means to contact me as well, in case you should need anything for your growing pregnancy.” Kordavo informed her as they walked. At first he seemed to forget that with his longer legs, he took much greater strides and was practically forcing Solstice into a short jog in turn. He slowed down if she pointed this out. He took her to a lift and it shot them down a few levels. It opened and they found a trio of individuals waiting to use the lift. They all saw Kordavo and then Solstice and gawked.

These were just household retainers for the family. Technicians, who’s job it was to keep the building’s various systems and programs working. “Lord.” They greeted Kordavo but said nothing to Solstice as Kordavo tugged her by. As the elevator doors closed, one of them exclaimed “That was the Princess Sol-“ but the elevator doors cut off the rest of his statement. Kordavo completely ignored them.

He brought her to the medical bay, a room that was exceptionally white in colour, with various beds, bays, and human-length capsules. Counters and cabinets lined the walls, possessing to some degree a small hospital and trauma centre. Robotic dollies with many limbs and appendages, possessing syringes and carrying claws for all sorts of tasks, made themselves present when Kordavo entered. He promptly dismissed them back to a powered down state.

The door slid shut behind them and locked. Without an access code, it could not be opened. Deigning it safe now, Kordavo released Solstice’s hand and went into the bay, opening a few cabinets before he found a container of biofoam, a much better grade than what he had used on Skarvis. “Lay down.” He ordered her, pointing to one particular bed. He was going to take care of her now, whether she liked it or not. It had various tubing and straps, allowing a patient to be tied down in case movement might cause further self-harm. Kordavo brought over the container and put it down. “There’s medical scrubs you can wear and maybe a gown. It’s a start. Lay down now and let me look at you. You’ll have to undress. Completely.” He also added. But of course, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it all. Most of it. He had left a part of him on parts of her body, such as her rear. He could make it go away too. If I wanted to.

“Don’t fight me on this and just do as I say.” Kordavo commanded her again.

 

[Sketchyequine]

Solstice just watched him for a time. He hadn’t said a word to her regarding anything she had said, ignoring her and it agitated her further. It seemed almost as though the man and woman were oil and water. They couldn't seem to be civil and they just kept crawling around underneath one another’s skin. So why did they continue to torment each other so? Why continue these games like children in a schoolyard? It was stupid. Ridiculous. Insane. But Solstice was starting to fall in love with it. No matter what it was they they did to one another, they always came right back to these scenarios where they were face to face just so they could battle it out again. It was intoxicating in the same way cigarettes or booze were: one knew they were harmful before ever bringing them to their lips, but they just kept going in for another drag or sip. Kordavo was Solstice’s cigarette no matter how badly she wished he wasn’t. Why couldn’t she have settled down with a nice fraundian nobleman like her father expected? Now she was pregnant with a dominion child.

Kordavo just kept examining her, taking in her every detail as though she were one of the many oil paintings on the wall of this gigantic place they called home. However, as far as Solstice was concerned, this place was far too big to ever truly be a home. Homes were for families and perhaps a few assistants that were treated like family, not for thousands of people. She was going to have to fight this family tooth and nail when it came to her pregnancy and the child she would bear, and she already knew it. Luckily for her, she was a good fighter. Unfortunately for the Chenoweth's, she also wasn’t afraid to pick her fights. And if they didn’t like it? Well. So long as she was pregnant they couldn’t do a damn thing to her for sake of hurting the baby. Not to mention an unhappy woman would bare a less healthy baby. If they truly wanted the baby, they would have to treat her well. Or so she hoped…

Solstice knew in her heart that she was still holding a grudge against the man standing in front of her. She had practically begging him for protection and comfort while he visited her in the pit, yet he had offered none of it. She had needed him then, but he had hurried away only minutes after he learned the truth. For that, she was angry. It was quite likely the reason she had lashed out at his father and the guards as well. Had she of known what was happening she would have been much more compliant. She may have even rushed to meet Kordavo at the door today, but she did not. The closed line of communication was enough to make even a princess crazy. She needed him to act normal. She wanted some kind of emotion for once that didn’t involve hurting her either physically or emotionally. He had yet to provide. He was a cold, hard block of ice. She hated that part of him, yet she couldn’t send him away.

Solstice tensed when he started to move toward her, half expecting to be smacked or collared like a dog again for speaking out. Yet, even in her fear, she did not retreat. Then he was upon her, and she stood as tall as she could. I won’t back down. This was it. As he rose his hand she shied away involuntarily, but… he merely cupped her face and guided her upwards. The lack of force and aggression took the woman was a surprise, but she didn’t fight him. In fact, she was quite accommodating. Solstice allowed her eyes to flutter closed and she tilted her jaw just enough to void clashing noses with him as he closed the finally gap. Then they kissed, and she could feel the fireworks going off in her stomach. Brief and tender as it was, it was enough to awake the affection in Solstice once more that Kordavo had seen only a few of times when she had stitched his arm, offered him water, and held him during his visit to her in IB. Even a strong fighter and pilot like Solstice still had the gentleness of a woman’s touch.

Solstice’s mood had faded which was obvious as she watched him now with much gentler eyes and he moved his body. She looked up at him as he talked to him, giving a quiet nod and allowing her fingers to interlace with his as he directed. She was already much calmer and wouldn’t need to to restrained. He had kissed her and now he was doing her a favor: she had no reason to object. Se she followed him, her hand in his as he lead her away. At the threshold of her new prison, Solstice leaped like an antelope of the section of carpet peppered with shards of sharp glass. Her bare feet hit the marble floor of the tile and she felt the cold surface tickle at her senses.

“I suppose I need everything in the ways of clothes. These stained rags are all I’ve been left with. Casual is fine. There’s no need for anything fancy if i’m just going to sit in a room by myself all day. Hell. I’d even be happy with a pair of sweatpants. Anything to feel a little less like a piece of valuable meat.” She spoke, following him in an almost jog just to keep up until he slowed his pace. Her hand was gentle in his never attempting to pull away or fight. “As far as my contact with you, my pregnancy shouldn’t have any dire needs for a while still seeing at the fetus actually survives everything we’ve been through. Burdening yourself with me can be minimal.” She whispered to him. She knew she was still a prisoner. Although he had been gentle with her she doubted he respected her any more now than he had on Skarvis. She was carrying his child and if she wasn’t she doubted she would even be out of IB. She could hardly imagine that Kordavo actually wanted her presence. Especially now that she looked like this.

Once in the lift Solstice stood a foot or two away from Kordavo even as their hands remained linked. She moved close to him only when the door opened to strangers to the woman. But they obviously placed Kordavo on a very high pedestal. However, it was when they recognised her that her brow rose in surprise. Am I some kind of enemy celebrity on this planet? She wondered, glancing up at Kordavo and admiring the sharp edge of his jawline as the elevator continued it’s decent with the well dressed man and the half naked girl in its wake. Where was he taking her? She trusted that it was nowhere bad, but she still wondered what his thought process was. She stayed quiet even as she wondered. They would have time to talk when they got wherever it was that they were going.

Her question was quickly answered when they entered the medical bay. Even a complete idiot could recognize a doctor’s office. She rose her brow once more at the bots that came to life upon their entry. The amount to which this society used technology was quite shocking to the woman. On Fraundia, the doctors were still all human they just had advanced tools. Alone in a private examination room with Kordavo, Solstice ran her finger tips over the top of the mattress. Listening as he rustled in the cabinet near them, but relaxing when she saw it was only Biofoam that he retrieved. She had been worried, momentarily, that Kordavo might have considered himself some sort of gynecologist. That wasn’t an idea that sat well with the woman.

“You know,” She spoke, her tone much lighter and teasing, “this isn’t the most conventional way of getting a woman naked. Most people go to dinner first.” She winked at him, trying to lighten some of the tension between them. However, the truth was she was nervous to disrobe. He had seen it all before, yes, but this was a very vulnerable situation he was asking her to put herself into. Not to mention his previous encounters with her body hadn’t exactly been consensual. She nodded at his comment of not fighting him and she let out a deep breath before doing as he asked.

Solstice pulled the stained sports bra up and over her head, revealing her breasts. The bra had kept them compressed and contained, but not in the fresh air of the room they sprang to life. She dropped it onto the floor and looked up at him with her bright blue eyes for a reaction. Would seeing her like this arouse him? With her ample, perky breasts in view Solstice reached down and hooked her thumbs into the waistline of her panties. Although they were modest, covering her ass with a fair amount of fabric, there wasn’t a damn thing beneath them. She sighed and finally wiggled out of them. They fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them, hesitating just a moment to glance up at Kordavo. Her hips that were once well rounded had decreased a bit during her time in IB, allowing more of her pelvic bones to show under her scarred flesh. Thanks to modern technology, however, grooming had not been a problem. Hair removal left her legs, armpits, and pelvic region neatly groomed and clean in appearance. The strip of pubic hair in a groomed line was the only thing that could be seen as her thighs remained pressed together.

Solstice nodded to herself before she laid on the bed and folded her hands over er lower abdomen- right where their child resided. While she knew Kordavo wouldn’t lash out against the fetus, it was habitual now to protect it. She loved that little bundle of cells even if it was conceived through force by the man standing beside her. Solstice turned her head and her eyes looked to Kordavo as she laid there in her nakedness beside him. She nodded, giving him permission to lay his hands on her even if he would have done it without permission. “Just… be careful.” She finally said to him. She still felt a lot of pain. A firm hand in the wrong place would leave her writhing in pain as though a hot iron had been bore into her petite body.

 

[BennyQ]

Clothes were a must, Kordavo agreed on that. She was his prize of battle but for his eyes only, who had laboured and endured so much just to have her. Why should other reap the glories of his triumph with even just their eyes? He would still give her a way to contact him however. She might think the pregnancy rested entirely upon her but he wasn’t going to let her fight that battle alone. It was his baby as well, if what she claimed was correct. He would do his part to ensure its well-being. And no, not everything was automated on Vorzania. The doctor wasn’t always in but there were live humans who worked in this department. When they were available, they would be examining Solstice very soon.

Most people go to dinner first. Was that some sort of mating ritual on her planet, to stuff themselves with food before copulating? On Vorzania, among the Conclave families, marriages were arranged. And a woman would be seen naked on the night of her marriage, without any such preamble. That sort of relationship, of courting and dates, was an undignified process for the lower classes and those of looser morals than to follow decorum and procedure that had been in place for centuries. Kordavo did not reply to the remark and remained rigid and observant, simply waiting for his command to be carried out.

So she undressed for him and he watched, unashamed. Off came her bra and her breasts were visible for his eyes. He inhaled through his nose at the sight and raised his chin a little when she peered at him. Yes, I’m looking. I’ve felt them before. But they had lost some of its weight, due to malnourishment. But she still had a ravishing feminine form, proud and upright. Just as a Princess should. Off came her underwear now, trailing down her smooth legs to her ankles, to which she gingerly stepped out of. His green eyes drank her in, his chin lowering as he brought them to her feet and then up again as they ran up her thighs, her sex, her stomach and chest. Back to her face. His expression softened but Kordavo remained stern and dead set in his features, trying to control himself. Last time he lost control…well now she had a baby inside of her.

I’m here to make sure that baby lives, not practice making another one…right? Kordavo tried reminding himself. Something trickled down his spine and gathered in his core. Something began to go hard in his breeches and press outwards against the restraining fabric. Yet contrasting against her beauty, such as it was, was the reminding scars and bruises. Some he had inflicted. Others by IB, his compatriots in arms against Fraundia. Bastards. he cursed, as if the pains he had inflicted were entirely acceptable. She was his after all. He had declared it. He could do those things. Others could not. But at this moment, there was others to protect. She laid down upon the mattress. Kordavo moved closer and gave a slight nod at her warning to be careful.

Here he stood fully clothed. There she lay fully unveiled. It felt uneven. First he took off his cap and trench coat, laying it upon a nearby bed. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing strong, muscular forearms. He undid the buttons at his collar, exposing his upper chest a little. The fabric still hugged his body tightly in some places as he came to stand over her, holding the jar of biofoam in his hands. He looked over her body again, from head to toe, and pursued his lips into a line. They looked much worse from this angle. Still, he did not speak, keeping his silence as he encased himself with his thoughts. He had plans. He had actions. But like in the dungeons of IB, he did not share them with her.

“A doctor will examine you in the days to come. And you will receive weekly examinations by the doctor or droid. They’ll take fluids and other tests, to determine how things are going. You’ll…not give them any trouble.” Kordavo explained, before his hands shifted on the jar of biofoam and he popped open the tightly sealed container. A strong smell came out, much more powerful than the handheld canister he used on Skarvis. We’ll start with her face. She wasn’t bruised much there. A fading black eye. Remnants of a busted lip. Some other cuts on her jawline and cheek from being struck. A little biofoam went on his fingers and he rubbed them together, before leaning in to her face.

He was so tall that he shrouded the overhead light behind, filling her vision. His eyes looked directly down upon her face, his large hands encompassing either side of her skull. How easily he might be able to crush it…yet his fingers began to rub and caress the biofoam onto her face. At first he coated all over but then spent a moment targeting the hurt spots. He moved downwards, occasionally refreshing his palms with more foam. His hands stroked over her collarbone and shoulders. He raised one arm and coated it entirely, strong palms massaging her flesh. He began to shift his hands across her chest across and they stroked across her breasts. Looking plainly into her face, both his hands seized them and grasped them. For a moment he just kneaded them, the pink nipple occasionally caught between his thumb and pointer.

It lasted a dozen heartbeats. And he shifted over to her other arm, where they had flayed some flesh off of her. The foam would sting a little as he applied a double coat. He looked at her fingers, where they had once cut at the webs between her digits. She had shock and burn points on her torso and his hands roamed gently over it, Kordavo’s eyes there. His heart pang and a shudder diluted through him. His lips parted a moment in a soft sigh. Just a few millimetres of flesh and tissue…was his child. Was it really? His father had scoffed when he first told them but Kordavo had been adamant. His father would relent, but there would be a parental test done. What if it was some IB thug’s brat and Solstice was off on her timing?

As he absentmindedly thought of this, his hands stroked back up her torso, nearly wrapping about it given her malnourished state, and came up over her breasts again and cupped them quite firmly. Kordavo realized what he was doing subconsciously and looked up with a grin. Was she…enjoying it? "One or two treatments like these and you shall be restored, I think." He said softly, hands unmoving, each holding a breast as he leaned down over her from where he stood, beside her hip.

 

[Sketchyequine]

Kordavo had left his fair share of marks on his prize, but they were nothing compared to all the things they had done to her petite body during her weeks in IB. In fact, if one compared her experiences with Kordavo Chenoweth and with Antorn Holt they would likely believe Kordavo to be a kind man in his society. Yes, he had hurt her, touched her, and even raped her, but at no time during her travels with Kordavo had she been close to death at his hands. Her only near death experiences had been the result of the beasts that lived on the planet, and he had saved her from each and every one of them from the dogs to the bacteria that had threatened to fill her deepest wounds as they had done his: leaving him an amputee. Did he know that she knew? They both carried the burdens of each other. If they didn’t, she would have died in IB and he never would have even come to visit her. She infested his mind as well as his body, and they both knew it.

It was no use. Solstice had seen him looking and now she could see the disturbance in his breeches. She had a physical effect on him even now as half the woman she had once been. It brought the smallest hint of a smile to her busted lips. Nobility in the dominion did not indulge in the pleasures of the flesh lightly she knew. She also knew that there was a part of him considering it otherwise he wouldn’t be hardening in his trousers, he would look at her as though she were a patient as a doctor would have. Kordavo was no indifferent doctor and Solstice was not a forgettable patient. Their attraction to one another continued and grew continuously. If they could just stop denying it they would both see what was happening. Alas, how taboo it would be for two rulers of combatting planets to fall in love. Their relationship was forbidden and forced upon Solstice just like her child was. Yet, she was starting to feel less regret for both as she looked up at the man who was the father of her child.

Her eyes wandered over him as he suddenly decided he was overdressed and she couldn’t help but let out a little laugh. “Are you getting a little too comfortable with me? You should remember I almost killed you a few times. If it weren’t for your good looks you’d be dead by my own hand.” She taunted him a little. Solstice Nabeshin was actually being friendly with her slave driver, and it was a shock to the both of them. She had been nothing but hard and cold when they had met, but something had flipped within her and she no longer and and desire to kill him… or even hurt him. What was coming over her? Was she going soft? Perhaps, but only towards him. She still hoped that Fraundia could win this war and spill Dominion blood. If she were free, she would still be out there taking aim at men just like the one who was standing over her.

“Fine.” She said, responding to his comments about medical examinations. “I’ll do anything I have to in order to maintain a healthy pregnancy. However, if I have to be there so do you. You’re half of this puzzle. Those are our doctors appointments and I will only cooperate if you’re there. I don’t trust these people.” She said matter-o-factly with a light shrug. She was roping him in and tying him down with his responsibilities concerning not only his child, but also the woman who carried the fetus. “So long as you comply, I’ll be a perfect angel.” She stated just as he popped the canister. She scrunched her nose up a bit at the smell, but she did not move. She just stared up at him as he leaned in. Had she just indicated that she trusted her kidnapper?

Solstice’s entire body relaxed into the table when is warm hands encompassed her head. He could so easily kill her buy crushing her or jerking her head to the side and breaking her neck, but he didn’t. It was in that moment that she knew: if Kordavo was there, no one would hurt her. He wanted to keep her and their child no matter the inconvenience they most likely caused him. It was obvious that his family didn’t so much approve of the choice he had made to not only sleep with her, but now to keep her. She was a pest-a fly buzzing near ear. However, Kordavo seemed to be seeing her that way less and less although he remained stern. It was enlightening to be seen as something other than an enemy. Solstice Nabeshin was Fraundian and royal blood at that, but she was still a human being just like he inhabitants of the Dominion, Kordavo, and even Kordavo’s hard-assed father. She was a part of his people now.

She was very relaxed on the table as he rubbed the medicine into her face, neck, and arms. Blue irises wandered calmly around the brightly lit ceiling as she found herself lost in empty though as she was finally offered some relief. But then he grabbed her breasts, and she inhaled sharply. Her eyes widened and she looked back up to his face in shock. She had seen him harden, but she hadn’t expected him to behave this way. It was primal. Unexpected. Unapproved. It was incredibly sexy. Her heart rate increased while he groped her still ample breasts, and she bit down on her lower lip as he manipulated her now hardened nipples. Then the moment ended as quickly as it had begun and Solstice let ou a slow breath, trying to calm herself again.

The moment of lust simmered when he hesitated over er lower abdomen: just above her womb. She could see the slightest bit of doubt in his expression and she shook her head as her fingertips trailed lightly over his forearm. “It’s yours.” She promised him. “They never fucked me in IB. Touched me, sure, but never fucked. I guess I was a bit off limits for dick wetting considering I was a princess who was brought in by one of the most powerful families in this society. It can only be yours.” She assured him, eyes trailing over his entire being as she allowed him to massage at her wounds. The biofoam stung, but she did not wince. Solstice had an incredible way of masking her discomfort. She was a tough cookie, but she was beginning to soften around Kordavo and she was practically dough when it came to the needs of her baby even if it was still so tiny it could hardly be considered a person.

Then he did it again. He grabbed her breasts and held on. A fire within her ignited, and she nodded to what he said but basically ignored his words. “Whatever you say.” She muttered before reaching up to tangle her hand in his dark hair, then she jerked him down to her in a sudden motion that was designed to catch him off guard. If he didnt know her plan, he wouldn't overpower her strength and deny it. Even malnourished, she was able to drag him down, but this wasn’t an act of violence. This was passion. She pressed her lips against his hard as her hand remained buried in his hair and she kissed him with a burning desire that he had not seen before even in all the times she had kissed him. It was rough and her lips moved urgently against his as her tongue trailed over his mouth and asked for entry. She had never wanted him as badly as she did in that moment.

She kissed him for several seconds before she pulled back, clearing her throat nervously. “We’re done here then?” She asked, getting up off of the table and trying to ignore what had just happened. She had lost her cool and made out with a Chenoweth. She quickly ulled her painties and bra back over her naked body before grabbing onto a folded set of scrubs and pulling it over her. At least that way she would be covered when he walked her back to her jail cell. While Solstice tried to regain her composure, but she stumbled around the room, nearly tripping as she tried to pull on her new pants. Once she was dressed she ran her hand through her hair a bit nervously before she looked back up a the man with her sweet, blue eyes. She loved looking at him. He was by far the most attractive man she had ever laid eyes on, and now he was hers by default at least until she gave birth to the Chenoweth prodgedy.

“We should… go back now I suppose. Before you get into trouble. I know you weren’t supposed to take me out of that room.” She sighed, tearing her eyes away. In his disheveled state he was the best looking she had ever seen him.

 

[BennyQ]

Solstice struck a chord of fairness in her counter-offer. If I have to be there so do you. You’re half of this puzzle. But was Kordavo? There were still doubts despite Solstice claiming IB had not touched her in that fashion. She seemed to guess at his thoughts, brushing his arm as if to soothe the suspicions. He could see her sex now, if he just averted his gaze downwards. It was not abused, forced or hurt in any way. Could they have been gentle in their raping as they had been in their handling of the interrogation? It was unlikely. And why would Solstice feel the need to lie? Perhaps she schemes, knowing it’s my seed would be better in her benefit than some lowly thug in IB.

Or he could just trust the gut instinct in his abdomen that it was…his.

He was still pondering over the likelihood as she consented to his diagnosis of her medical state. She reached up to run her hand into his hair, something that he should have resisted. A dangerous enemy combatant, whom he was patching up and providing comfort. It could all be a lie, a ploy, to put him off-guard until she earned their trust…and then cut their throats. He and his father, two very important political figures to some degree and she could take both of them out. Was he being a fool? Or was this real and he simply feared the consequences of that more, trying to find some reason to avoid Solstice and the feelings she invoked in him. No, that would be impossible.

Or he should be concerned, caught entirely unawares when her hand tightened her grip in his hair and jerked him down. Was it a plunging knife in his gut though? No, instead their lips met and touched together in a warming kiss, one that caused his hands to loosen on her chest and his expression to turn softer a moment. Gone was the knotted brow of concerned thought but replaced with drooped eyelids and eager tongue, dancing with her own. It was passionate, hurried as if they might be caught, yet done with all the laxness of time infinite. He kissed her and she kissed him, until she drew back and Kordavo did as well, looking down at her, just as unsettled as she was.

For all his military discipline and stoicness, he could not compete with her kisses. He was left…reeling, a thunderous dilution of sensation in his chest and core that tingled all the senses. Were they done? Certainly not but Kordavo was too off his level to react at first. She got up, already dressing, grabbing the scrubs to hide away her body. No, he wasn’t done with her, or it. She turned to look at him with those bright eyes of her and he gulped at the stare, before finding his composure at last. She talked about going back and avoiding trouble, as he took a step towards her.

“I don’t care.” Kordavo simply said, to the thought of trouble or what he was supposed to be doing and not doing. His hands rose up and clamped on her shoulder, spinning her firmly, before yanking her back into the bed. “We’re done when I say we’re done. You don’t move until I say you can move.” Kordavo said as he slammed her in place, long arms reaching over her to the other side of the sleeping bed, where he pulled up one of the straps. It was wound across her abdomen and quickly clipped, locking her wrists to her sides in the same gesture. She was locked and two more straps, across her knees and across her upper chest, would follow, clipped easily into place. I did not give you permission to get out of that bed.

As he moved about her, his hand clamped around the biofoam jar again, as that was his original focus here. He strode about to her feet and put the jar down, before reaching up to remove the garments she had used to adorn her legs. He hadn’t even touched them yet and they still had a fair amount of bruises and hurts. And those strong, marvelous thighs were among his favourite part of her. Again the ointment was applied to his palm, spread over his fingertips, then rubbed firmly into her flesh, starting at her hip. He worked down the side of one leg, then hopped from ankle to ankle, coming back up the other. His hands practically encompassed her limb, stroking up either side, inner and outer. His hands passed off just as it came to the outer folds of her sex.

Then he set his hand upon her pelvis, his thumb on her slit, and he began to rub as he came to stand by her side. “I’ll take you wherever I want.” Kordavo said to her in a low yet authoritative whisper. No one ruled her here, except him. He made the rules with her, not his father. But was he referring to where he would place her? Or something else? With one hand upon her sex, gently caressing, the other went to settle on the side of her face, warm palm to her cool cheek. He looked at her face as his hand worked, his thumb rubbing in slow circles upon her slit. Then he turned his entire palm so that his fingers stretched down over her. A few days and she’ll be as good as new.

“I didn’t get the adequate time to enjoy you on Skarvis.” Kordavo said in the same low tone, as if they might be overheard, despite being alone in the wide medical bay. There was him, the son of the Lord, with a strapped down woman at his mercy. What did it mean to Kordavo? Absolutely nothing, except him getting what he desired for so long in his heart, without doubt, without suspicion, without interruption of any kind. Solstice was his. He wanted her. There was no denying it now. He had her and he would take her and the dam would be broken loose. Let the flood begin. His finger grazed down her slit, then curled inwards and penetrated into her depths, his long middle finger wiggling towards her core.

All the while he watched her face and became bemused by the reactions he saw in his strapped down lover. “You like getting in trouble though, don’t you? Why only cause a trespassing complaint? Why not a noise one as well?” Kordavo mused to her. He could get her to sing, tears, screams, or moans of pleasure all. He was in control now and the caring tenderness he had shown before had gone elsewhere. Now he was domineering. He was powerhungry. He was lustful. His finger worked its way in and out, ceaselessly, and soon enough, a second finger was added to the first, to work her more fully and firmly. Wet sounds filled the room. His fingers became coated. Kordavo did not let up.

And when he had her toppling over the edge, he slowed his fingers to a snails crawl for a time and then finally removed them from her body. He raised them up, proof of her bodily submission all over them, and he smiled maliciously as he rose them before his face and suckled one clean with flourish. The other followed suit. He said nothing of its taste, though it was wonderful.

Then he reached up and finally freed her from the straps. He was still grinning, mischeviously. “And here I suppose you want to go back to your room now? Wondering perhaps…why is he doing that to me? Perhaps now you wonder why can’t he do…” But Kordavo didn’t finish his guesses at her thoughts. Why can’t he do more? From a girl who used to fight him on it, he wanted to hear how far she had come along…and hear her ask for it. She was the one who always kissed him after all. And she had confessed she needed to be saved by him. And was carrying his child. But to hear her desire was much more desirable.

 

[Sketchyequine]

She rose her eyebrow as he said it so simply. I don’t care. Did the man truly fear no consequences for his actions? A lack of fear had gotten him this far into the pit yet he chose to continue disobeying. It infuriated Solstice and kept her fascinated in the man all at once. He had lost an arm, sired a child, and taken a prisoner away from her fate. I don’t care. IT just made her roll her eyes. His actions affect her, and that was obvious seeing as each step of the way she had been drastically affected. Her tugged her around like a chihuahua on a leash but unwilling to move. He was going to get her into trouble, and while he might be able to walk away worry free the dominion had shown its lack of compassion for it’s criminals. Solstice Nabeshin was a criminal on this planet and everything Kordavo was doing was incriminating her more- if not on Vorzania on Fraundia. What would her people think if they knew her feelings for a man with so much Fraundian blood on his hands?

“Watch it!” She cried out when he grabbed her and slammed her back onto hat forsaken table. “Do you so easily forget you brought me here for treatment? Inflicting more wounds is no where on the memo here!” She grumbled at him, one hand subconsciously moving to her lower abdomen as he rough housed with her. Did he so easily forget that she was pregnant as well? She rolled her eyes, once again finding her disobedience as he tried to assert dominance over her again. This boy would obviously never learn that Solstice Nabeshin could not be dominated. She always came out on top through pain, manipulation, and harassment. Her body would take a beating, but her mind remained her dominating force. “You’re this baby’s father, Kordavo, but you are not mine. You best hold hat tongue of yours before it gets you into trouble.” She practically growled at him.

Her brows pinched in concern when he constrained her, and she tested the constraints with all of her strength, but they were obviously made to hold men much stronger than herself. She wasn’t going anywhere. She let out a sigh and laid her head back in defeat. While she hated being tied down like a hog she knew better than to thrash around. She had her child to worry about. “This is a bit uncalled for.” She finally muttered as she looked up at the ceiling. “Do you know how to do anything without being a forceful asshole?” She asked as she looked down at him and cocked one sultry brow. Even like this- broken and strapped to a table- Solstice was still a beauty to behold.

She laid their patiently as he pulled down her pants for the second time since meeting her and began to massage more biofoam into her flesh. She wondered, quietly, how much money in biofoam he was using on her. Would his father even believe she was worth that much monetarily seeing as he saw her as nothing but a whore who just happened to be carrying his precious prodigy. If it weren't for the alien in her womb she would be worth nothing that the answers she had floating around in her mind: none of which she had shared with IB despite what they had done to her. However the cool substance offered her relief and she let out a breath of relief from the pain as Kordavo continued with the process. She had gotten up because legs were not essential, but apparently to Kordavo they were. As were her breasts which had no practical use until after the baby was born. Kordavo had a funny way of looking at the value of things. She could walk with ease, so why treat her legs? It was cosmetic. Kordavo wanted her to be pretty to look at and it made the woman smirk just a bit.

Then he touched her clit and her entire body tensed up.

Not here. Not like this. She thought to herself as she bit down hard on her lip as he moved to stand by her hip. Hre focus was entirely on the way he rubbed at her sex, yet she couldn’t sit up to see what he was doing. Not that it mattered. She could feel him. She let out a small whimper of a nose before he cupped her cheek. The action made her look up at him as she leaned her head into his hand trustingly even as he touched her oh so inappropriately. “You don’t have to take anymore, Kordavo.” She whispered. “Ask and I would give.” She muttered before sucking in a sharp breath of air and arching his back as his violation of her continued. However, this time she allowed herself to enjoy it. When he penetrated her depths with his finger she let out a squeak of a moan and lifted her hips ever so lightly in pleasure. Her eyes fell closed ad her head straightened such that the light hit her straight on. She wasn't fighting anymore.

She had stated her willingness to serve the man, but her body also illustrated it as her sex started to lubricate as soon as he plunged one of his long, rough fingers into her. First one. Then two. Double the pleasure and it had Solstice reeling. She wanted him now in a way she had never felt on Skarvis. While she wasn’t too keen on his inability to not be so domineering, she was definitely keen on his willingness to pleasure her. Her moans were short and infrequent at first, but as he continued to work at her sex that all changed. Soon she was practically screaming for him as her hips rolled into his hand as much as they were able while she was still strapped to the table. A noise complaint was indeed a concern now as he neared her on her orgasm.

Then he stopped.

Solstice was left panting on the table as she looked up at him with an expression that almost spoke of betrayal. Why torment me so? Her breath caught in her throat when she saw him lick her essence off of his fingers as though they were a sweet treat- mouth falling open as though she were going to say something, but no words came. She laid still, breathing hard and trying to get a grasp of what had just happened even after he released her restraints. “More…” She whispered, easily finishing his sentence for him after a few heartbeats. “You want me to want more. That’s why you keep putting your hands on me.” She said cooly as she glanced over at him and finally brought herself to sit up with the nurse’s top concealing her torso, but her legs and sex remained free.

Hand wrapped around the collar of his shirt, Solstice guided him forward gently until her face and his were only a few inches apart. Her hot breath, still hastened in her arousal, blew over his face with each exhale. “Fine.” She whispered, leaning in further as though she were going to kiss him. However, her lips never entrapped his. She merely allowed her lower lip, moistened and supple, brush over both his top and bottom tiers before she pulled back again. “I want more, Kordavo Chenoweth.” She moved her hand off of his collar and allowed it to stroke over his neck and the lower angle of his jaw. Her fingers were gentle, non threatening. He had edged her like a champ, but she showed him no hard feelings. Only affection. “I want so much more.” She whispered again as she rubbed his thumb over his lower jaw. “And if you don’t give me what I want I promise that I’ll continue misbehaving just so that you punish me just like a moment ago. There is no better punishment than to be aroused by a man so undeniably attractive.” She smiled before pressing her lips to his in a kiss entirely too brief for the moment.

Feet hit the floor and she moved around him as if she hadn’t just whispered a secret in his ear. She pulled back on the pants he had so graciously removed before she reapproached. “Now.” She continued, standing with her body just barely off of his. Her hands trickled along his washboard abs like fresh springwater. “You could take me back to my room now and keep us both out of trouble.” She offered, letting her shoulders raise and fall in a shrug as she allowed her eyes to obviously move downward along the length of his body from face to groin where she tried to eye any sort of bulge that may have formed there. “Or…” She offered, one hand slowly moving downward. “Or you could take me to your room and we could make a little more trouble for one another.” She looked back up to his eyes as the offer was complete. Her hand, however, failed to settle; it continued to trail downward until she found his concealed equipment. Without hesitation, she began to massage his package through his pants. Her intentions were painfully clear.

 

[BennyQ]

Kordavo had to roll his eyes again and huff with minor irritation at Solstice’s complaint when he shoved her into the medical table again. Being dramatic yet again. It’s not like the baby was enwombed in her back or rear, which took the burnt of his actions. She claimed he was not her father and he could not command her. Was that a challenge? She was his prisoner, his toy, and his pet. He called her all those things yet what did he really know? He never had a prisoner before. He never slept with or held with concubines. He knew nothing of commanding outside of a military standpoint. And yet for his first lesson, he chose a stubborn, strong willed, and tough fisted Princess to learn how.

Raw strength might not be enough but for now, it will due. This is a bit uncalled for. Do you know how to do anything without being a forceful asshole? She loved to snide at his rules and procedures so what did she expect in return now? She was going to behave wildly, he aimed to tame her then. Not like a person either.

But it seemed a magic touch to just the right places turned his wildcat of a Princess into something more docile and willing. Yes it was a strange thing, the power of lust and desire. It worked strange results on Kordavo, every time she kissed him out of the blue. That’s how it all started, breaking the dam and awakening foreign sensations in his body. He touched her and she changed, her expression and everything, which he watched with curious bemusement. It was the only visible fruit he could reap of what he was doing, besides the abundance of a joyous fountain below. She tried to fight it as he pleasured her but it didn’t last. She whimpered. She even promised to give all, if he but asked. It was too late for that though as Kordavo was already taking what was his. Why should he ask to use something he owned? He didn’t reply, letting her reel through the pleasure and emotions he put upon her. She couldn’t resist any longer. She moaned openly, buckled under his touch, and let the room know what she was experiencing. And Kordavo gave it all, until he didn’t any more, taunting her with what he could offer. Just as she does to me.

It was a game, involving real emotions, which neither of them seemed willing to admit. But both knew the other had them.

They were supposed to be mortal enemies. Now he had their Princess craving his touch. He stepped back and let her rise at first, even dress if she wished. Instead she reached out to grab his collar and though he could have smacked her hand away, he allowed it. He seemed to enjoy these moments of hers, trying to be aggressive and utilize her strength against him. She brought their faces together and his was stolid, watching her and pondering what she was going to do. His first guess was a kiss and he completely fell for it, given her nature of giving him kisses at random, unexpected moments. Like about to be killed by a deadly scorpion in a deep valley.

Her lips brushed with anticipation to his but it was only a tease, as he did to her. More she demanded, just as he had wanted. She stroked his face and he felt a shudder ran down his spine. Oh he wanted it too now, he lay in bed and just…explore. Explore the curves and the nooks and the secrets that he hadn’t the time for before. He had brought her into the midst of his familial power just for this. She wanted more, she demanded more. She called him cruel, cruel for being so attractive and yet not giving her…more.

And finally they kissed and when the kiss finished, for Kordavo had completely stopped during it, with no heartbeat, thought, or movement, he seemed to stagger and be at a loss for a moment. She got up and made a further demand as she came so near to him, whispering conspiratorial despite being alone. His hands settled on her sides, lightly, tenderly. Her cell or his room. She gave him the offer, hand trailing down his torso, following the gaze of her eyes which he saw. Oh he was very hard indeed. And her hand slipped down there and if she was expecting an answer, she would have to wait a little longer as she grabbed him so openly. Kordavo jerked, his entire frame almost lurching, before he settled and sighed, head straining back as a paralyzing tingle diluted outwards from his groin.

There were beds here. Surfaces. The floor would even do, as they had upon the grass of a forest the first time. Kordavo didn’t have the patience to take her through the winding corridors of his home to a bedroom, hers or his. Here will do. And when he looked at her, eyes gleaming with a cold, pale light, he had his decision made already. His hands traced up her sides as she massaged him, getting him bigger, more eager. His hands came up to her shoulders, encompassing both in his larger palms, looking into her face with his own quite flustered in appearance. Stars below, that felt good.

It would feel even better elsewhere. Without warning, once more, Kordavo promptly shoved her back onto the bed, putting her on her butt. He reached to the hem of his tunic and pulled it out of his pants, pulling it over his head, abdomen stretching and his taut ribs on display as he hefted it over his head and tossed it aside. He wore nothing under, his body unveiled. “I think we can make plenty more trouble here. Or are you scared of getting caught here, with the Lord’s son?” He said, before he leaned over her, hands coming down hard on the medical mattress either side of her. With how he bore down, he caused the table to groan under his force. How would she survive with his passions unleashed? “I can’t wait until later. It has to be now.” He whispered to her, in an urgent, desperate tone. He already waited a month almost, with the thought of her driving him crazy.

“I can’t wait.” Kordavo said again and leaned down upon her and engulfed her lips in a mouth watering kiss. First it was simply an imprint of his lips to hers, the procedure forgotten with the haste and impatience for a moment. He drew away with a suckle of her lip, looking at her a moment through studded eyelids. No, she was perfect here. He bore down on her lips again and began to kiss her very firmly now, attacking her ruthlessly, tongue thrusting into her mouth and finding her own and dancing with it in vicious twirls. And as he did so, his hands again removed her pants, down to her ankles. And soon his own followed, with or without her help. Soon they were both naked and Kordavo clambered atop the narrow medical capsule, his strong body engulfing hers like a heavy, hot blanket of muscle and flesh. He kept on kissing her and his bare manhood rubbed against her pelvis.

It wasn’t enough room but that was no deterrent. Kordavo got off, dragging her ankles with him in his hands, bringing her to the edge of the mattress and spreading her legs about his waist. His manhood was erect between her milky thighs like a monument. He didn’t take his eyes off her face. He knew what she wanted, where she wanted it. He couldn’t wait. He leaned forward, brow pressing to her forehead, their breath mingling hotly between them, as he took hold of himself and guided himself into her folds. With a gasp, he entered in. And then with a hard thrust of his hips, he penetrated into her and shifted the poor bed off its positioning, screeching against the ground as it shifted towards the next bed in the aisle.

Kordavo was inside her. To the hilt. He didn’t care for consideration or if she was used to his tremendous girth and endowed length. He went inside of her until they were conjoined, their abdomens grating with his hand around her neck, keeping her upright and her legs around him. His other rested on her hip, keeping her close. He looked down at her, barely up to his collarbone still, and began to buck his hips in and out. There, alone in the medical bay, which could be visited at any time by anyone, he took her. He ravished her. Wet noises filled the room, alongside his gasps and grunting as he exerted himself into her. Hard, rigid, vigorous, he went slow but steadily built up a ferocious pace. The table buckled more by the force of it and slowly he walked her and the table until it bumped into the next, finally having leveraged against his forceful spearing into her depths. He didn’t let her lie back or pull away, forcing her to suffer his passions. It was a fast grind, hips rolling into her, leaving her inner thighs battered worse than what IB did to her. Would it be a good pain?

It was a firm pacing, one that had him pinpricked by beads of sweat on his forehead and lower back. His muscles strained and veins bulged. His chiseled abdomen rolled and constricted with his massive breathing, picking up as he neared his orgasm. He held her around the neck, their faces never far, but rarely close enough to kiss. All the music of their love making was on display, from him and he demanded it from her. But his grew more feral. He groaned and shut his eyes, willing himself to go on, forcing himself to go on. He was holding back, yet seeking its resolution, a mingling of two contradictory goals that swelled a tremendous fire between them. Would she as well? Kordavo knew it was a race but winning was only accomplished by crossing the finish line either. He couldn’t restrain much longer, huffing and growling as if he was being burned by his own actions.

“Sol…” He murmured, a broken utterance of her name, between his breathing.

 

[Sketchyequine]

The tenderness of his massive hands on either side of her narrow waist was a bit of a surprise to Solstice. What she knew about Kordavo Chenoweth was that he didn’t seem to be one for being gentle or tender. Yet now, in this fleeting moment, his hands were soft and he refrained from making any more demands of her. She almost liked this change of heart even though she knew it was but temporary. She had finally offered herself to he man, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he would take it. Kordavo had this habit of doing everything that could possibly be done to infuriate the woman short of just killing her himself. Yet there was an undesirable, warm, fuzzy, annoying feeling that always diffused into her bosom whenever she was around this despicable man. He had a much more serious grip on her than just the prisoner's chains he kept her shackled in. Solstice was falling for one of her greatest enemies of all time. One form of passion transformed into another.

It made her chuckle a bit, the way he jerked when she touched him for the first time. She had kissed and flirted with him ime and time again since they met of Skarvis, but she had never been so kind as to willing offer him such primal pleasures. The hardened equipment in his trousers was a tell tale sign that he wanted more even if he denied her her wishes. She had felt how large he was the morning he had fucked her on that hostile planet, but it wasn’t until then that she was able to appreciate just what this pompous Lord’s son could offer her during his fits of passion. Not only would he be able to make her scream his name if he tried, but he might also have the pleasure of seeing a young woman stagger out of his grasps the next morning. Solstice wanted to be that woman.

Continuing to acquaint herself with his manhood officially, she rose her brow as his hands moved upwards along his body to grasp her narrow and bony shoulders. Did he not like the way she made him feel? Or was it that he liked it too much? The urgency in his expression indicated the latter. She squeaked a little in surprise as he shoved her back onto the table, forcefully removing her hand from his lower extremities by pushing her back so suddenly. She sat on the table willingly once he pushed her back into it and she looked up at him with knowing eyes. He didn’t have he self control o take her anywhere else. He was a man of impulse when it came to the passions of the body, and Solstice was no exception to that rule.

Eyes widening in approval as he disrobed, Solstice let out a chuckle. “Getting caught with the Lord’s son in my panties once more and getting sent back to IB because I pissed off the wrong people? You can bet your ass I’m afraid of hat. But you’re starting to convince me with that look in your eyes, Kordavo.” She practically purred the words as her hands reached out to touch his unveiled torso. Solstice had never laid her eyes on a finer specimen of a man, let alone her hands. In the coming months of her pregnancy she made a promise to herself that she would know this man’s body better than he knew it himself. From the circuitry in his hands to the curvature of his taut glutes- she would know it all. “For some reason, however, you seem to think there will be no repercussions.” She smiled, hands wandering lower to begin stroking him once more but they recoiled when she jumped after being taken by surprise when he smacked his hands down onto the mattress and stated his intentions. He couldn’t wait. Solstice bit down hard on her lips just to keep from grinning like a fool over that comment and looking like some sort of a love sick puppy.

“Then don’t wait.” She finally whispered, her breath wisting with his within their close proximity as he came down to conquer her with ye another passionate kiss. She let out a small groan against his lips as he bore down her and her tongue introduced itself to his once more while their lips did a dance of passion. He tasted of lust and desire and she didn’t want to come up for air. They broke, took a breath, then kissed once more. In these kisses Solstice could feel her desire to disobey him slipping away. She’d give him anything if only it meant she could taste his lips and tongue again. Is that what it meant to love? She shifted her hips accordingly so that he may remove he scrubs for the second time, and she then pressed closer upon knowing he was just as naked as she was with her bare butt getting reacquainted with the cool surface of the medical mattress. Then, he was upon her.

“You’re mine.” She whispered to him between the vicious, urgent kisses that they shared with one another. She could feel the way his shaft instinctively aligned with her pelvis, resting atop her flesh but just mere inches away from where it could penetrate her. They just couldn’t connect properly on this tiny table that had never been intended for this purpose. This is why I wanted to go to bed. She thought, the sexual frustration building her her loins making her agitated with each of his failed attempts to become a part of her for the second time. But when he dragged her to the edge and slipped between her muscular limbs she felt some of that frustration fade knowing that she wouldn’t have to be patient any longer. “Now…” She whispered, but he seemed to have the same idea. In fact, Solstice wasn’t even sure if the man heard her request at all. He was focused on taking his prize. Her breathing hastened when he leaned forward to press his face close to hers, and she inhaled sharply when she felt his length perfectly align with her labia from memory with just a touch.

He thrust into her, and she cried out even louder than the table did as he pushed it forward.

He grabbed her by the throat with hat massive hand of his and kept her positioned exactly the way he wanted her even as she moved to lay back. His vigorous thrusting threatened to knock her completely off of the table as he walked her and the furniture backwards with his love making, but at the same time her mouth fell open in pleasure. He was big and rough, but Solstice was intoxicated by it. She wanted more. Always more and never any less. He easily could keep her upsight with just his grip on her neck, but she pressed her palms onto the mattress behind her to steady herself as she looked up into his deep green eyes with her mouth lolled open. He was a dangerous man to want like this, she knew, but there wasn’t a single fiber of her being that wanted to keep going. So she moaned again and again for him as he jolted her entire frame with his passion. He was going to be irresistible from that point forward.

It hurt. Her inner thighs and the outer areas of her sex became reddened from his constant thrusts into them causing his musculature to smack into her much more supple and delicate body. At the end of the day she was woman and he was man. He was stronger than her and her body would remember his passions for hours if not days after he was finished with her. There was pleasure in this pain. Physically, Solstices inner walls were trembling with pleasure as he stroked them with none other than his endowed manhood. The strokes practically asking her to orgasm for him time and time again although his voice said nothing. So… she did. “Kory!” She cried out in pleasure, one arm moving out from behind her so she could rake her nails down his abdomen roughly enough to leave behind pink trails that would serve as a reminder of what he had made her feel. “Don’t stop, Kordavo…” She practically growled the words as he lead her through her first orgasm. Her back arched in pure bliss as her innards coated him in her slick essence.

“Kory…” She whispered back to him in response to his utterance. She continued taking the beating from his hips even after she had achieved her orgasm. He wasn’t finished and she wouldn’t be satisfied until he was. She gripped his wrist and tightened her legs around his waist as she willed him to let her sit up more until he gave in and released her throat. She lead his palms instead to her haunches as she sat straight now: still impaled on him. She pressed her breasts into him and buried her face into his neck in a futile attempt to stifle her fleeting whimpers of pleasure. “Pick me up.” She whispered before biting down hard on his muscular neck. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take before she was no better than Jelly.

 

[BennyQ]

There was certainly no hiding it now. His sighs of pleasure and her moans of delight filled the room like a tempest whirlwind, echoing and ringing in Kordavo’s ears. It was a sound he would never forget, the music of passion and a joy he had never felt before. It was addictive and he craved it. Together with Solstice they worked a mad dance, of one desire between their two bodies. He panted, bathing her in his hot breath, his eyes screening her with a ravenous appetite for her every expression and sound. He wrought it from her, took it from her, a payment and seizing of indenture from her body in atonement for her many provocations. And it would not stop there.

They cried out together, in a bliss of mutual orgasm, their bodies close and melding practically. His heart raced and his body was electrified, jolting through a sudden hollowness in all his limbs that left Kordavo feeling like pudding. His seed rippled out, flooding her insides, and he hissed in both the overwhelming sensation of this outpouring and her nails against his flesh. Marks would definitely be left. Solstice welcomed his shaft with a warm reception, with floods of fountains and a tight embrace. Kordavo never wanted to leave her within. She wrapped herself closer to him, her strong but slender legs about his hips and her breasts to his own hulking chest, warm and beating immensely. His hands dug under her and off the bedside she came, hugging her close to his body, still deeply embedded within her.

Then Kordavo turned, carrying Solstice, leaning back against the conjoined beds now behind him. His breathing was still laborious, his mind without structure from the recent climax. She ruled him in that moment, her simple command filling his every need and nerve to accomplish. Could he even do this? He was still wiped, his legs still buckling and his arms feeling heavy. His cock throbbed yet it remained hard and resolute within her, pressing to her womb. He felt her teeth to his neck and it left shivers running down his spine. That would certainly be a more visible mark on his neck than his abdomen where she had raked.

So he began, lashed on by her bite. Kordavo huffed heavily, tilting his head to lay his cheek upon Solstice’s brow as he bucked now. With his hands, he tugged and threw her up as best he could, a feel inches, grating her up his shaft. And gravity brought her down naturally, allowing him to repeat the thrust. Leaning and leveraging against the bed, he was able to drive into her with a renewed pace of rigour, thundering into her flesh without restraint once more. His strokes went deep, hard, and Kordavo groaned or gasped in pleasure with every reaching blow he garnered inside her. His concept of time was lost, focusing on the exertion alone. His hips swayed, the beds groaned on the metal floor and sweat trickled on his body. He ravished her, fucked her, and seemed intent to leave her broken behind him with his snarling endurance and outpouring of passion.

The second time was more exhaustive than the first, taking longer to achieve yet taking more of his vigor and essence out of him as he unleashed it into Solstice once more. He groaned without care, his sounds feral and loud, truly uncharacteristic of his controlled behavior. There was no stopping it now, fully lost in this spiral of lust and want for his redhead. His seed was copious within her and already it leaked as his manhood lost its durability for a time, slipping free. Kordavo couldn’t speak for a time, panting loud and hard, his whole body shuddering and in turn shuddering her body due to its closeness to his. She was still in his arms, locked to his chest, and he precariously tried to move on his weakened legs. He managed to turn and deposit her on the beds, momentarily crushing her under his weight as he lay down on her. He just hugged her, saying nothing, doing nothing, but it was short lived. He detached from her and stood, towering over her and allowing him a look at what damage he had done to her body.

Slowly he leaned over her, encompassing her entire field of vision, blocking the bright lights of the ceiling and all else with his face and broad shoulders. Last time she had whined and protested, begged to know why he had done it. Did she have her answer now? He was a man and she was a woman, a woman who continually provoked and pressed this within her. The first time, on the grass by his ship, he had shown her the light of it. She belonged to him and he had proven it, then and now. He owned and ruled her, even if she verbally refuted it. He had his proof. It leaked between her legs, mingled with his own proof. As the moment after their second and last passed by, Kordavo began to smirk again, proud of his work. He reached up, grabbed Solstice by her jaw, though not too roughly, and just gave her a playful shake, whether she had recovered from her orgasm or not.

Then he pinched her breast and left her there on the bed, battered and bruised, almost as badly as some of her IB wounds. But what he had given her didn’t deserve to be treated, just as he wouldn’t touch the scratch and bite marks she left on him. “You’re healed.” He simply declared. “Fully patched up. Try not to lose your lustre now, little bird.” Kordavo said, walking to his clothes and picking them up, putting them on another bed where he could dress himself. He used a medical cloth to wipe down his body of sweat. “Get dressed. We, I…have to take you back.” He said quietly, as he pulled on his clothes, buckling his belt and covering up his manhood. She had her undergarments and some medical scrubs to wear now. But she would have a full wardrobe soon enough.

Someone probably heard them. He took a prisoner out of their cell. A squad of guards could show up to cause trouble. Kordavo had lingered with his toy longer than he should have. “We’ll have dinner tonight. Together. You and I. In the dining room perhaps, if you can promise to behave and not break the dinnerware.” Otherwise her room. He ran his hand subconsciously over his abdomen, where her scratch marks were visible. “When was it last since you had real food?” Kordavo asked her, still having that half-smirk on his lips. He wasn’t referring to the packaged meals she got in her room or whatever gruel IB fed her either. A real dish, made fresh moments prior, and served to her.

Kordavo couldn’t stay though. He had lingered long enough. He had calls to make, to Fleet Command and such, to protest his status and restore his rank and duty. “Come on.” He demanded, when he was fully dressed.

 

[Sketchyequine]

The second round left Solstice feeling limp as she practically laid against the man and panted once their second mutual orgasm was complete. Her body moulded to his as though they were side by side puzzle pieces as they made love. Her breasts to his chest, she could feel his thunderous heartbeat pounding away in this thoracic cavity as he recovered from his exertion onto her. She stayed in his arms for a time, just panting in synchrony with him until he deposited her onto the bed and laid upon her for a short time. As he stared at her, she willed herself to lean up enough to pepper just a few sweet kisses along his jawline. Her affection for him was growing exponentially now, especially now that they had fucked when Solstice had actually wanted them to. However, there was a part of her that blamed the fets for her inability to hate the man now. The baby gets what it wants… right?

Then he just stared at her, and it made her almost want to shrink away from him in shame. She had done nothing wrong, but his regular disapproval of her actions led her to believe she could do no right by the man. All she could see was him as she laid trapped in his shadow, feeling incredibly small as she did so. Even as he intimidated her, she admired his good looks and stamina. It had to be exhausting for him to tango with a woman as spitfire as Solstice knew that she was. She wasn’t an easy project for him, and they both knew. Perhaps that was why he kept her around. She challenged him in every way and it was invigorating for the both of them. He believed in his mind that he owned her, but is that was tre then she owned him too. His need for her was evidenced by the fact he had flooded her with his seed three times now and he was unable to stay away from her in between his orgasms.

She rolled her eyes when he took ahold of her jaw and gave her a teasing shake followed by a pinch to her breast. “You insist on tormenting me, Kordavo Chenoweth.” She mumbled, finally finding the strength in her battered body to sit upright on the hospital bed. Her inner thighs and pelvis were reddened from his passions and small bruises were already beginning to form where his fingers had dug into her loins and ass while holding her to him. However, the most painful bruises were within and could not be seen, only felt. As she dragged her carcass off of the mattress she let out a small groan, her cervix aching from the impact. Kordavo was a large man in more than just stature, and she would remember that for days to come. Given permission to have her, he had fucked her much harder this go around.

She pulled on her underwear and the medical scrubs she had pulled on just before their session leaving her to look boxy and shapeless rather than feminine the way she usually did. As ill fitting as they were, the scrubs offered Solstice some comfort. If this man truly didn’t care for her well being, he wouldn’t give a shit whether she had clean clothes or not. The fact that he was complying to at least one of her requests shone light on his true thoughts: he did care. She then looked up to him, partially dressed as he fastened his belt and a slight smile curled over her lips. She liked seeing him a little unpolished. It was more appealing than the stick-up-the-ass man that she usually interacted with.

“When are you and your people going to stop locking me up like an exhibit in a zoo?” She whispered, approaching him as he dressed and tucking a missed corner of fabric into his trousers. She them lightly ran her hands along his waist before stepping back to allow him to finish dressing. She looked up at him. Listening intently as he spoke of dinner. She smiled. Are you asking me on a date, Kordavo Chenoweth? She thought to herself. She then let out a little chuckle as he questioned her eating habits. “Before the war was declared. We sat down to a fresh meal like most nights as a family. But I was in combat from day one until you took me down and put me out of commission. MREs and sludge have been my only sustenance since your people first became a thorn in my side.” She shrugged a bit. “So if you’re asking: yes. I would love to have dinner with you. I’ll even promise to behave.”

When he instructed her to follow, a mischievous grin fell over her mouth. “Fine.” She said, surprisingly lightheartedly, but that meant mischief. Luckily she meant for no harmful mischief this go around. Solstice allowed for her male counterpart to get a few strides ahead. Then, on bare feet, she sprinted after him and launched herself into his back- forcing him into a nonconsensual piggyback ride as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs about his waist. Even with his hat upon his head, he was not safe from her advances as he trudged in towards her damned cell. She leaned down and kissed and nibbled at the upper cartilage of his ear, letting out a little chuckle of enjoyment.

It was short lived.

Solstice’s smile quickly faded as she saw the nurse blocking their path. She was a short, stout woman with ratty hair and a sour look on her face. As though they had betrayed her family just by existing in the same space as her. It made Solstice nervous and she stared like a deer in headlights. Fuck.

“I see you two had a good day in my medical bay, sir.” The nurse sneered at him. She was much older than Kordavo and Solstice. Probably around the same age as their parents or even older still. Based on the nurse’s willingness to confront a man as influential and powerful as Kordavo without fear meant she must have been well ranked in the hospital and in good terms with the rest of the Chenoweth family. “I have already notified your Lord father of your defiling of the medical bay, young Lord. I’m sure he’s on his way now. Have you any idea how long it takes to sterilize those countertops? And with a prisoner, no doubt?! Have you lost your mind, boy?! If you must wet your cock at least do so in the bedroom with a woman of some rank!”

 

[BennyQ]

When are you and your people going to stop locking me up like an exhibit in a zoo?

Kordavo sighed, raising his eyes to the ceiling even as Solstice tucked a corner of his tunic into his own trousers. Far too dramatic, yet again. Did she see people standing at the glass panels, ogling and prodding her to do some trick? She forgot she was an enemy combatant, who killed his comrades and squadmates in combat, and probably others as well. She might claim it was self-defense but that only emphasized how important it was to keep her contained. She was dangerous, as dangerous as him or any other soldier. There would be no end to it until he could be sure where her loyalties lay. And after a few hip-bumps on a bed, he still wasn’t quite sure.

She agreed to have dinner with him. Did she have a choice? Only because he had given her one. He thought he was still in control. He tucked his belt and gestured for her to come and turned to head to the door. Kordavo didn’t get far before something hard and sudden fell upon his back. He felt Solstice wrap her arms about his neck and her legs tighten about his waist. Was it some sort of chokehold? Instead he felt kisses and a strange, very ticklish sensation on his ear. Shivers ran down his neck and flushed it red. He tried to pin his cheek to his shoulder to stop her but it didn’t work. His hands…subconsciously wrapped under her ankles to help hold her up. She was so featherweight!

“Maybe a zoo cage is a correct place for you. You-“ Kordavo began to say to her, before his attention snapped back and he saw Head Nurse Monkali Stethave standing there, glaring at them judgementally. Kordavo straightened out, somewhat abashed, but not moving to pry Solstice off from his back. He knew how it looked. Very bad. He was consorting, philandering about, with a known enemy and hostage. Not even that. He, Kordavo Chenoweth, a Lord of the Dominion, was mucking and fooling about, giving a piggyback ride to the very same hostage. Did he not take anything seriously? Monkali certainly didn’t think he did. She chided him, informing him that his father had been notified. He huffed. What was he, a child?

He knew though his father could have Solstice’s status revoked and have her sent back to a real prison cage too.

Kordavo did not relinquish Solstice from his grip. He just stared at the Head Nurse. “You’re mistaken, Nurse Stethave. I was doing no more than ensuring our guest had all the proper medical care she required. You do know what tremendous responsibility she is carrying for us all.” Kordavo pointed out, standing his ground. He was after all a Lord. “I’m sure it takes no more than a few moments of wiping down to sterilize them. Certainly would be more productive to get started on that than worrying about my affairs.” He snarled his lips and growled a little in his throat, feeling his annoyance spike at the mention of father or more vulgarly, him wetting his cock.

“Indeed it would be so much easier for all involved to just mind their own business and stay out of my affairs.” Kordavo hissed and with a huff of annoyance, he suddenly backed down from the confrontation and turned, walking over to the beds they had just been copulating upon. Sticking his hand beneath the bed, he loudly dragged it back into place. All with Solstice still on his back. With one final glare towards the Head Nurse, who returned it without shame or fragility, Kordavo brushed past her and out into the corridor. “Get off.” He finally told Solstice and crouched a little so she could hop down. He turned and then took her hand in his, looking down at her.

Great, she was starting to make him into a troublemaker, a person of spectacle and…ugh, drama. He didn’t like it. But he liked her. He was torn between the two sides, of who he used to be and who he was becoming. He couldn’t control where the latter was taking him. Maybe his father could use a whiff of it too, since he was so adamant about their behavior together. “Now come along. And no more antics. I’m in enough trouble as it is because of you.” Kordavo growled and tugged Solstice along by her hand. Back to the lifts. Back up the building, through an indeterminate amount of floors. They were near the top again, where it was luxurious in sight, smell, and touch. High ceilings. High windows. Radiant colours and marble tiling and painted murals on the walls. Kordavo…took Solstice to his own quarters.

It was like the bridge of a battleship. One entire wall was a tinted window, from one corner to the other, looking over the never restful city and world. He had a lounge by the windows, on plush carpets. He had a sleek kitchen in the corner with smooth tops. A small hovering automation moved about, cleaning and sucking up dirt particles wherever it found them. Anywhere there was a glass screen, which was on every table, on the fridge, even the windows and the glass panelling of the shower, a HoloVid or other sort of computer screen could be summoned with a double tap. There were small models of fighter craft and space ships on his desk. His bed was wide and comfy, proportional to his size and no doubt massive to Solstice. He had a walk-in closet that extended a good dozen feet in, with all sorts of robes, tunics, and garments. “Wait here.” Kordavo ordered her in the foyer as he went to his room. Would she listen?

He went into his room, grabbed his personal holopad, much like his father’s that Solstice had observed him use, and sat on the edge of the bed. Yes, there was a message from his father, a very angry but short missive demanding his immediate presence in the dining hall. That had been…seven minutes ago. Kordavo was late. He simply huffed and sat a moment, feeling the tremendous heartbeat of fear. What if his father was waiting with guards to take Solstice away? He knew where he kept his own firearms. Idiot, what do you think you’re doing? You’re not going to shoot your father or anyone else. Yes, he just had to accept what was to come. He stood up and exited the room. “Come on, we’re going to dinner.” He instructed yet again, changing their location.

They were going to go have dinner with his father. And following another short walk, hand in hand together again, Kordavo brought Solstice to the Chenoweth familial dining hall. It was only a small oaken table, with plush chairs that adjusted to the user’s frame for personal comfort, but centred in a vast chamber. Above hung a crystal chandelier that twinkled whenever the rays of sunlight hit it. Janus Chenoweth was there, in a very intricate and adorned highchair at the head of the table. His expression of disbelief and then utter irritation was visible when he saw Kordavo drag Solstice into the room. He was even more irked when Kordavo had Solstice sit at their table, on the other side of him, with Kordavo between them.

Each seat had a small monitor embedded within the table before them. Touch screen, the members of the Chenoweth family were so rich and powerful they could dictate their meals and refreshments from this screen, to which a servant would bring it. There were menus for food and menus for drink even. Kordavo was already selecting a lamb steak and mixed vegetables for himself. Janus just glared at Solstice. “Good evening, father.” Kordavo greeted as he wrapped up his order with a singular focus. Janus just grunted in disapproval. Kordavo reached for the bottle of wine sitting in an ice bucket at the centre of the table but Janus grabbed it first, taking the bottle clear out and putting it nearer to him.

“I think you had enough fun, boy. You and your…pet.” Janus growled. He turned towards Solstice and pointed to the door. “Get out.”

“She stays. It’s her we’re here to obviously talk about.” Kordavo argued, putting his hand on Solstice’s arm to keep her there. “And it’s better she’s here to hear it, to know what sort of family we are. She is carrying my son, your grandson, in her. She can stay and you can say what you have to say in front of us.”

Janus didn’t respond. He stared hard at Kordavo then broke his gaze, simply pouring himself some wine. And not offering it to either of them in return. Kordavo tapped the screen in front of Solstice. “Eat.” He said in a quiet voice. His father would take his time in unleashing his fury no doubt.

 

[Sketchyequine]

Solstice just clung to the man throughout the encounter. In IB she had had little to no fear of dying. In fact, it would have been a kindness over the suffering that she was made to endure. However, being on Vorzania with Kordavo even if it had been under two days was a breath of fresh air to the young pilot. Solstice didn’t want to die. She didn’t want her baby to die. And so the confrontation with the nurse had elicited a fear in her that not even Kory and seen yet: a genuine fear for her life. She was no longer just a pilot in a war standing up for what she believed was right nor was she scum living in a hole in the ground. Now… she was a mother and she wanted to be there to be a mother to her child alongside he man who had sired the infant. Things were bigger than just her now, and she wanted to be around to see it. It was horrifying to her that a romp in the sack, a consensual one at that, could be enough to rip all of this away from her. It was her who would truly be punished. Not Kordavo.

She hopped off of his back obediently once the tense moment had at least somewhat past and she let out a deep breath. Solstice almost hadn’t noticed that she had forgotten to breathe almost the entire time. She wrapped her hand around his and her brows furrowed as he spoke: blaming her for the situation he was in. His words stung. Did he honestly blame her for this? They were equally responsible for what had just happened. Sje just followed, a little hurt at first, but she managed to overcome all of that quite quickly when they walked in a direction other than hat which would lead her back to her luxurious jail cell. E acted angry with her because he got into trouble, yet now he was bringing her to his room. You confuse the hell out of me, Kordavo Chenoweth.

“Yes, sir.” She muttered quietly as he instructed her to stay put, but even as she agreed she instantly disobeyed his wishes by walking past the foyer and deeper into the room just so that she could look out the marvelous wall of windows at the planet all around them. There were windows in the room they had locked the Fraundian Princess in, but she had been so angry and spiteful she was locked in that she hadn’t even allowed herself to enjoy the view that they provided. She gazed outward at the sights while Kordavo cared for whatever it was that he looked at. Given the situation, Solstice could only assume it wasn’t good. The woman laid a gentle hand on her own stomach, the slightest of bulges living there as her child grew. She feared what life would be like for that baby even if it did survive. “I’m sorry you have to have me as a momma…” She whispered as she stared blankly into the clouds.

It was just after that that Kordavo called to her again to take her elsewhere. One glance at him told her that he was just as afraid as she was, and in all honesty Solstice didn’t think she had ever seen the man afraid. Not even where a dog damn near ripped off his arm or when he was nearly killed by a scorpion. Whatever he was afraid of now was more bothersome to him than the beasts. She nodded and trotted over to him before grabbing his hand tightly once more and following him out of the room. She didn't speak, just obediently followed him through the halls and rooms until they arrived at their destination. In all honesty, she was surprised it wasn't more over the top that it appeared to be. It was clean and simple. It would almost seem homey even to Soltice if it weren't from the pissed off Janus standing at the head and greeting them with a harsh stare.

She sat as directed by Kordavo and she looked up at him with pleading eyes. Everything within her told her to run away and never look back, but she knew that disobedience was far from being in her best interest. It would most likely just get her into even more trouble with Janus and anyone else she had unintentionally pissed off just by being on their holier-than-thou planet. She wasn’t even trying to cause trouble anymore. What had happened between her and Kordavo had been an act of passion rather than one of retaliation or scheming. At this point… she couldn’t even imagine hurting Kordavo anymore. In fact, she mostly just wanted to show him affection in thanks for keeping her alive; not to mention he was the father of her child. Kordavo has found a weak spot in Solstice’s armor, he hand crawled into it and was making his way quickly into the ventricles of her young, beating heart as she drowned him in her royal blood.

Her blue eyes studied the silent battle for dominance between the two noblemen, and it made her tense. Dont they know stress isn’t good for the baby? She sighed in her head, looking away as she was demanded to leave. She even went to stand when Kordavo laid a hand on her arm to keep her right where she was. She just stared hard at Kordavo, searching for the poise and confidence he was so good at expressing. It was gone now as he argued with his father and the taste of fear soured in his mouth. You are bold, Kordavo Chenoweth. She thought. Her eyes were only torn away from the man’s when he directed her attention down to the screen before her. There were many options, but solstice just clicked the first few things she saw, not really focused on eating at the moment. A simple order was sent to the kitchen: chicken breast, green beans, a slice of bread, and a glass of water.

When the order was placed she glanced up at Kory and laid a soft hand on his shoulder before looking to Janus. “Sir.” She spoke up, much more respectful than either Kory or the older man had ever seen her. “If I may, I’d like to tell you my side of the story. I mean no disrespect, but I hope that hearing it from me might put your mind at ease.” She made eye contact with Janus Chenoweth as one hand cradled her man’s shoulder and the other protectively cupped around her ever-so-slightly swollen abdomen where her child developed.

“Yes. I am a Fraundia princess. My loyalty is with my people back home just as yours would be if the roles were reversed. However, I mean no ill will to your son or anyone else in your household. I was benched from this war the moment your son and I conceived a child together.” She spoke confidently and kindly, just as a princess should be able to when addressing another person. Solstice saved her potty mouth and prickly exterior for games of war… and also perhaps for Kordavo: crawling around under his skin kept him interested and on his toes. “I will not fight or kill anyone of Dominion reign today or any day that you so graciously allow me to sleep between your four walls rather than in the dark, dank hole that is your investigations bureau. You have shown me kindness, my Lord. Perhaps even when it was unwarranted.” She acknowledged the fact that she hadn’t been the best of house guests with a nod, her eyes torn away as servants began to march in with their food orders.

When her plate was laid down before her, Solstice offered a sweet smile to the servant before pulling her hand away from her stomach and lightly grasping the hand of the young woman who had brought her her food. “Thank you.” She whispered, making eye contact with the girl in a genuine notion- something that she assumed was rare here. Kordavo and his father alike were cold, stern men. Solstice, however, valued servants as much as her king father. She did not touch the food or drink, and instead looked back to Janus to continue as she cradled her baby once more through the thick material of the scrubs she wore. It was tiny. Hardly a human at all, but it still moved and grew, and Solstice swore she could feel her own blood nourishing the child.

“Given the opportunity, my Lord, I will be a good mother to your grandchild, whether son or daughter, and I will be a good partner to your son. I care for them both and would not jeopardize my relationships with either of them if given a choice. But if you must rip me away to continue my interrogation or even schedule my execution once my child is born, so be it. Just know that until then, I will do my best not to burden any of you. I hope you can observe my actions and decide my fate fairly.”

With that, so silenced, letting go of both Kory and her stomach and picking up a fork with which she scooped up a few green beans and tucked them away in her mouth where she politely chewed and swallowed. She was nervous, fearful, and lacking any desire to eat, but she knew she needed to eat well and eat often if she hoped to not only carry her infant to term, but also revert back to the woman she had once been.

 

[BennyQ]

It was like the distant clap of thunder far away. The moon was full but veiled, waters crashing violently on a shore. Fires soared and licked at everything, staining steel, boiling rivers, melting rocks and searing flesh. Lightning struck and heavy winds blew, bringing tribulation and chaos with them. Trees bent and branches snapped, some torn from the very ground. Ships fell from orbit and cities tumbled upon themselves. And all this feeling and violence manifested itself upon Janus as a vein of stress and fury became strained on his forehead. Eat Kordavo beckoned to the interloper at their table. His father’s nostrils flared like those of a dragon, breathing thick black smoke and the promise of agony.

And then the girl herself tried to speak, drawing both the eyes of Kordavo and Janus towards her. For Kordavo, he felt a rare spike of fear, like icy fingers gripping his heart, as she began to speak to his father. He thought she might engage in some juvenile attempts to insult them and he hung on every word, expecting the next to be this unleashing of a verbal tidal wave. She put his hand on Kordavo’s shoulder and both sets of eyes, father and son, shot there but a second before returning to the face of the Fraundian Princess. Look at her and her assertiveness. She ought to be in a cell. Janus had his hand on his wine cup, white knuckled and hard.

But Solstice spoke and it was surprisingly tame. She espoused her loyalty and tried to get them to empathize. She used the proper titles and promised no harm. She spoke like a politician, like a speech rehearsed many times over, though Kordavo had not once seen her practice. This came from her heart, genuine and full of conviction and promise. There was a brief interlude as their food was brought but no one touched it yet. Both men were patient and they watched her with wide eyes. Kordavo still feared it might be a trick, something to lure his father in before Solstice dropped some hammer of insults upon him. His father would see her sent to a far worse prison, baby or not. It could be worse. Medical science had come far. They could take the embryo out of Solstice, stick it in a growth vat, and have it birthed artificially into the world, rather than naturally. There would be no more use for Solstice. They didn’t have the facilities here but they had the money and connections to make it happen.

Don’t was all Kordavo could pray for, emphasizing it in his green eyes as he watched Solstice. She made no such movements or words as he presumed. She promised to be good, to behave, to be a good mother and not interfere in the politics of war with her own people. They were bold words, a strong promise, one almost too good to be true. A deliberate façade no doubt, as Janus foresaw it. He was a skilled politician as well. He made no expression, though there was only the slight narrowing of his eyes. Proud words! He didn’t trust them for a second.

“You shouldn’t thank servants. It’s bad for discipline.” Janus remarked at first, referring to the serving girl. Kordavo looked to his plate and used his fork to mix up his own vegetables but he didn’t eat. Solstice had stood up for herself, it wasn’t his place to speak for her now.

“You are a Fraundian Princess.” Janus said again, repeating that fact. “And what is royalty, except the culmination of their people’s trust and strength in them? How can I, how can anyone, trust someone who embodies the very spirit of those who would be our enemies? You state you are benched from this war but you do so entirely on your own initiative, girl. You cannot speak of being a good mother, a good partner, to my family while actively undermining the very interests of our family. For by being benched, you still help your own folk to oppose us. You withhold tactical and strategical information. You refuse to give us intel. In doing so, you continue to support the renegade activities of your kin. Thousands still die. You do not lay the foundations for any future for my grandchild, girl. You are only a bystander now, which is as worse as once more getting into a ship and shooting down our brave fighting men and women.”

Janus leaned closer, bringing his harsh eyes more fully upon Solstice, pointing an accusatory finger. “You are nothing more than a subversive and we shall keep you under lock and key, until you bring to us something more useful than your lack of participation. I do not know what my son found in your legs but don’t think it will last. He’ll do his damn duty, as I will, to our people. And if you wish to truly be a good partner, you will do the same.” It was obvious what Janus wished for. Intelligence on her people, their defenses, their fleets and capabilities. He wanted what IB couldn’t get out of her. If she wasn’t helping the Dominion, she was against it. And just as she as a Princess represented the collective will of her people, so too was the Chenoweth clan at the forefront of Dominion ambitions. She had to be one or the other, not both. It was a cruel choice he was laying on her, to betray her own or not.

There was a loud clatter and ring as Kordavo slammed his fork upon the table in fury, causing it bounce loudly with a clang. “Can you not see that she is trying, father?” Kordavo snapped suddenly with a growl. “You don’t know what you’re asking of her. Give it time. There are other ways to help the war effort.”

“You cannot speak on any of this, idiot.” Janus snapped at him in turn, calling his son such a crude word. None in the Chenoweth were so vulgar so it was a surprise to even hear such a minor insult hurled from father to son. “You lack discipline just as much as she, engaging in your disgusting practices in the medical bay. You are lucky your mother isn’t here or we wouldn’t even be having this discussion. Do not think carrying our legacy in her belly protects her from punishments. There are means to separate the two and it would already have been done.” Janus sneered but Kordavo merely snorted and gave a morbid smirk. Oh now he was provoked by the reference to his birth mother.

“If she was ever around, perhaps there would be no need for it.” Kordavo said in reply. “I wonder who’s fault that is.”

Janus did not rise to the baiting. “Your mother is a woman who knows your duty, where it lays first and foremost. You should learn from her example.” He answered, almost sounding forced and strained. This was not a happy topic between them and Janus tried to change it. “You are both undisciplined and unruly. Engage in such proclivities again and I shall have her banished once more to a dark, dank hole, without your seed inside of her still. There are other surrogates to be found.” He threatened instead, trying to bring an end to the conversation with the final word. But threats seemed as far as he would go. He ordered no separation or other punishment. Not yet at any rate. But the mention of his mother left Kordavo silent and brooding, no longer desiring to speak or debate. Yes, his mother focused on her duty to the Dominion first, rather than her family. But Solstice wouldn’t be like that would she? She will be there for her mother.

But ah, she is also a Princess, with duty to her own people. Will she care for that more than her own family then?

And suddenly, immeasurable doubt began to gnaw at Kordavo and he sat rigid and straight, staring ahead, hands along his thighs and balled into fists. He didn’t eat. He had barely ate. Janus however finally dug into his own meal, eating slowly. Another happy family dinner among the Chenoweths.

 

[Sketchyequine]

“I’m the type of woman who always thanks a servant, my Lord. It makes them more eager to serve you if you keep up the morale.” She responded quietly to his first comment once her own speech had come to a close. She had eaten but a bite of green beans, but she had no appetite. Instead she pushed the food around absentmindedly as she waited to be put through the wringer once more for asserting herself. These people seemed to think of her as no better than a plague they had been cursed with as a result of Kordavo’s lust. They wanted her to have no voice or presence at all unless she was going to help them murder more of her kin, and she just couldn't bring herself to it. She loved home far more than she loved being present in this galaxy. She would give her life to her cause if she needed to, but she hoped to be there to raise her child. She wanted it all.

Solstice sat there silently as Janus spoke again, calling her out as an enemy still even as she had promised not to do any harm. He wanted her to be a traitor, and it stung like knives. Traitors get floated where I come from. She thought to herself. Just like her mother, who had been executed for betraying the country when Solstice was just a young girl. At the time she had not understood why it had happened, but now she knew the severity of stealing and smuggling away weapons to the highest bidders as her planet was at war with the Dominion. They were disadvantaged at war partially due to her mother’s actions. They were not only behind in technology, but also in the amount of weapons they had ready to deploy. Their only reason for surviving this long was other pilots who were just like solstice: bullheaded, aggressive, and damn hard to kill. Even with their spunk, Solstice knew deep down in her heart that her people would fall under the crushing weight of such a massive empire. However, she would not contribute to that fall. She refused.

The word girl uttered in the way Janus did hit Solstice with a disrespect she had never quite experienced before. Yes, Kory had disrespected her as well, but he had always held her to a high expectation. Janus, however, looked down on her as though she were no better than a child. It infuriated her. She was royalty and she had taken down the best pilot the Dominion had. She was an amazing fighter and she had survived this long on little more than luck. She deserved far more respect than she was getting, and it made her grip the edge of he table so hard her fingers turned white from the exertion. Hold your tongue, Solstice Nabeshin, or you’ll be dead. She reminded herself. This is not the time for that smart mouth of yours. But oh how she wanted to yell and scream at the man for how he had wronged her in addressing her so. Her frustration over being unable to welled up in her eyes in the form of tears. It took everything she had to hold back.

“I can’t betray them…” She whispered under her breath, but no one heard it over the clang of Kordavo’s silverware slamming down on the table. She looked up at the young man, eyes glistening with the beginnings of tears as he confronted his father. Was he defending her? Her jaw practically dropped as he yelled at his father. She had no idea that he cared enough for her to actually stand up for her to his own father like that. It made her want to hold him and dig into his arms unlike she had ever wanted to before. Could Kordavo Chenoweth be her person? In that moment she slipped her hand under the table and laced her fingers with his and gave his hand a firm squeeze. As he stood up for her, Solstice Nabeshin realized she was falling in love with the Dominion Lord.

It was short lived. Probably without even realizing it Kordavo released her and instead balled his hands into fists as he argued with his father about a more sensitive subject: Kory’s elusive mother. This was obviously an argument that they had had before, and it made Solstice shrink in her seat. Kordavo was damaged past even what she had initially thought. He didn’t grow up with a mother, much like solstice herself, but instead of her being dead she was just absent. No wonder he has so little faith in her as a woman. She understood now, and I’m that moment she vowed to herself to change that. He was her family now, at least temporarily, and she would show him as much kindness as she would her own flesh and blood. Solstice herself would be a permanent part of his life.

After a while of not eating and silent brooding between all three of them, Solstice finally spoke up. “I’m obviously unwelcome here. Seeing as such, I would like to request that the Lord Kordavo escort me back to my room.” She said assertively before standing and walking towards the door on her short legs.

Once out of the dining room and out of Janus’ sights it was like a breath of fresh air. She was under a lot of pressure to be a perfect little prisoner and egg donor, but that wasn’t how Solstice operated. She was spunky, thick skulled, and difficult to deal with, but she was also loyal, affectionate, and optimistic. Perhaps Solstice was no more than a prize to Kordavo, but he was so much more than a shave owner to her. They had each done horrible, unspeakable things to one another. Rape, torture, insults. The list went on, yet here they were and Solstice felt a sense of loyalty towards the man and father to her child. Especially now that he had so heroically stood up for her in front of his own father. It fed to the fire between her loins.

They walked in silence for awhile side by side through the elegant halls of Kordavo’s childhood home. The young Princess’ world was crumbling around her, but as long as the tower of a man was with her she felt a sense of hope for a better future. Yet, she could see in his expression that there was something wrong. It was not his normal stoic gaze or the familiar look of fury and rage. This was… something else. Doubt? Did he doubt her because he had grown up with an absent mother? There was no doubt that his father’s marriage suffered and his relationship with his mother crumbled in turn. She felt sorry for the man.

So she stepped in front of him, blocking his path.

“You’re damaged, young Lord. And you take it out on me.” She pointed out, gentle hands moving up until they cupped his strong jaw, one thumb gliding peacefully over his upper lip and grazing the coarse hair that occupied his face just above it. “But I’m not your enemy. Not anymore.” She whispered to him as she stared into his enchanting green eyes. “I carry your child and with him I carry a loyalty to you. I am not your mother. I will not abandon you without warrant, and if I try you can shoot me down with all that you have.” She searched his expression, hoping to see a change there. Could he feel as strongly for her as she did for him? She hadn’t been his worst lay, so did that make her the love of his life based on the conversation they had had on the way to the Dominion ships weeks ago? She had not forgotten that little chat.

“Pledge your loyalty to me, Kory, and I am yours.”

 

[BennyQ]

It was incredibly rude among Dominion high society to leave a dinner in progress.

Nothing pleased Lord Janus Chenoweth than to see the miserable little tempest out of his dining hall. It was the only thing that made him break into a half-smile, sneering towards Solstice as he sensed her submission. She won’t betray her people. Well not yet at any rate. It would take time. Wars lasted months, years even. And the death toll would pile. It would be on her head. Let her run and deal with these demons by herself. But the request for Kordavo, his son, to go with her was not to his liking. “I will summon an escort to take you instead.” Janus said, sounding more voluminous than the terse way of he had been speaking before. A shark that sniffed blood in its waters.

Kordavo had his own intentions. He did not wish to be there either and rose to his feet. “I will take her. I lost my appetite. Good day, father.” He beckoned and left his disappointed father behind, alone at the large, intricate table, within the large, vaulted chamber.

“You’re making a mistake, boy.” Was the last phrase they heard from Janus before they stepped out into the corridor.

He didn’t take her hand. He didn’t speak a word of command to her to follow. That had not been a triumph of rebellion against tradition. Kordavo knew he had tucked tail and run from his father. He always tucked tail and run. One couldn’t fight their own blood and kin, not when there were more deadly enemies about. Was it cowardice to avoid what seemed an impossible obstacle? One went around a black hole, not through it. He was still unhappy with the result. He was not used to this, unprepared and uneasy around such conflicts. Behind a throttle in the cockpit of a ship, he could act with deadly efficiency. He could kill his enemies. He could overcome in violence. With speech, intrigue, and familial tension? Kordavo could not. They were not a family who sat down and talked things through. There was one authority. All others obeyed. That was the rule in his household and he was coming to resent it more.

A sharp huff of air came from his dragon-like nostrils when Solstice moved ahead of him and caused him to nearly trip with how deep he was in thought. His processes ruined by the feisty redhead who started it all, now she declared him damaged. It left him tense and rigid, even as she reached up to cup his jaw. He looked up straight, as if such a miniscule movement would remove his flesh from her touch but it did not. He didn’t want to hear this. Not now. What he did to her, he felt justified in doing. She as a foe. She was his enemy. She had been then. He did not care for what motivations caused it. It was another thing he would turn tail from and run. And her words might have meant something, if she didn’t mention the one taint that would overshadow the rest. His face was set and wrought with impassive adherence.

But there was a grain of truth. She wasn’t his mother. She would be her own woman. He could not take it out on her, as she claimed. But role does a woman play in a man’s life, but to console them? No woman had played that role, until he found something in Solstice not so long ago. Skewed maybe, but he found it and it became all he wanted now. He looked down at her after a moment and fixed his eyes upon her searching expression. He raised his hands up and take her hands on his jaw by her wrists, lowering them down tenderly. “You are mine.” He said at last. “I took you and brought you here. I delivered you from the bowels of cruel prisons and men. Isn’t that enough for you? It is going to get easier, Princess. But it’s not going to get better. Not yet.”

His hands slid up her wrists and joined with her hands, large fingers intertwining with her own. Despite this affection, his expression remained the same, hard and unwavering. But that was just who Lord Kordavo Chenoweth was. Expressions were not used as ways to convey impression in his family. Nor were words. Actions alone counted for any merit or proof of virtue or sins. He had done both, to her. Which was he more of? She had to make that judgement herself. Kordavo was just that, Kordavo. “You are mother to my child. When the child comes into the universe, we shall be complete, the three of us. Nothing will change that. Nothing can change that. But it will not get better. Not yet.” He repeated, mingling his promise of belonging to one another with the promise of difficulties yet to come, and be overcome.

He released one of her hands, held on to the others, and this time they continued the walk hand in hand. Back to the upper floors. Back to the personal quarters and residential levels of that mighty tower, a hive city all in itself. He brought her back to his room and let her in. “You didn’t eat much. I have some protein cubes. You will have some. You have to keep your strength up.” Kordavo said once they were inside. His door didn’t lock like her door did. Would she try to run or wander without permission? Outside the sky had begun to darken, though it was still brightened by countless artificial lights. He went to his room to change, which would be visible through the crack of the door. He dressed down to an undershirt and black trousers, while putting on a loose, baggy robe atop which he did not tie at the front, leaving his body exposed somewhat.

He returned to the chamber with the protein cube containers in hand. As if flavours helped with the dull, dreary taste and texture. He brought it to the small lounge, grey couches about a sleek, reflective black table, by the windows. There he sat, in the great chair, a single seater, and put the protein cubes on the table. “Tomorrow you will have your medical appointment with the Head Nurse, whom you have made a wonderful first impression upon.” Kordavo explained with a measure of sarcasm. “I hope you will try to make friends. I will be there tomorrow but there will be times when I cannot be present. She will examine you from head to toe, heal your hurts and ensure you are staying healthy. You’ll…” his eyes shot to her body, “have to differentiate what IB did and what I did.” What he did, he wanted to stay on her body. That was his right to do. What IB did…that was unwarranted.

But why tell the difference? Did he want the nurse to know he was cruel to the mother of his child? “You can shower here if you want. A Princess should still have the appearance of a Princess.” Something they did have in the Dominion, though it was often highly romanticized and portrayed far differently than how Solstice conducted herself. A princess was also understood to be pawns in the greater game. “And later I can take you back to your quarters, whenever you are sleep. We do have a lot to discuss.” Kordavo said, again treating her like a ward and someone to be babysitted. He picked up his personal HoloPad. The next thing she needed was proper clothing, to look the part of a guest and prisoner of high importance.

And now he was alone with her again and despite his more materialistic and earthly concerns for Solstice, he was beginning to have…other concerns. Again. It had barely been an hour and a half since the medical bay expedition… An experience cut far too short. “You probably need me to show you how the shower works. I might as well shoot you again with an underpowered blaster than let you burn yourself by fiddling with the temperature scales.” Kordavo then mocked her, in a playful manner, rising and walking to the personal refresher he had, a sleek shower with two heads to rain water upon the occupant. He would get it going for her.

There was also no privacy wall or threshold between the washroom area and the general bedroom. He would see everything she did in the shower if he stayed in the bedroom. And he intended to.

 

[Sketchyequine]

She watched as he peeled her hands away from his face and held them gently by the wrists as he lowered him. Was the young Lord always so hesitant about being touched? She was gentle and kind to him, yet he acting as though her hands caused him discomfort. Did he not desire affection? She wondered as she cocked her head ever so slightly to the side. Whether he wanted her affection or not she would provide it. It was written in her code to be affectionate towards those that she cared about. Kordavo Chenoweth had just signed a long, intangible contract with his princess to be cared for. Solstice watched her Lord as he parted his lips to speak.

Isn’t that enough for you? He asked her and she broke he eye contact, looking away. It wasn’t enough. She wanted so much more. Realistic, human wants and needs were all she asked for: security, safety, comfort, and care. They were keeping her alive but lately Solstice could hardly consider this living. She often times found herself asking if it would not be better for her if Kordavo had killed her when he shot her down. She wouldn’t have been raped, tortured, or hated the way that she now was, and she would have gone down without betraying her people. Even showing kindness towards the man before her would make her a traitor in the eyes of some. Solstice just hoped that her father could forgive what she had done.

She listened quietly to everything he said to her hanging onto the hope that things indeed would someday be better and not just easier. But, at the very least, she held on the promise that they would be one familial unit: Kordavo, their child, and herself. That was the most she could hope for.

Solstice followed faithfully as she walked hand-in-hand with her Lord. Her gaze was high and her back straight as she walked with the confidence of royalty even as she held the had of a man who had once been her enemy. A man whose life she had held in her hands multiple times yet she had never brought herself to take it. A man who had held her own life but chose to spare her and instead plant the seed of a new life in her womb- even if it was unintentional. He had not offered her the words or comforts that she had asked for, but he had still installed his own promises. Solstice was beginning to realize that was just how the man operated. Lord Kordavo Chenoweth was a strange, stern, and bullheaded man, but he was still winning over the heart of a redheaded princess. “Thank you.” She whispered quietly in the midst of their walk from the dining hall to the living quarters, but neither of them followed up with any further words. Not until they arrived to Kordavo’s chambers.

She released his hand and hesitated in the foyer ever so slightly. Every time he brought her here it was an act of rebellion on his part, and she knew it. His father was hardly excited that Kordavo and Solstice were allowed any alone time together, so these visits to his room were definitely not under Janus Chenoweth’s blessing. It made her smile a bit as she looked down to hide it. Kordavo Chenoweth was acting like a rebellious teenager: bringing a girl into his room without daddy’s permission. She found the whole thing a bit amusing, but that didn’t mean she lacked any appreciation for the fact he was giving her a bit more freedom by not locking her behind one of these fancy doors.

As she hesitated Kordavo went on, traveling to his bedroom, and her baby blues followed him even as her feet remained stagnant. She watched as he dressed down, pulling a robe over his broad shoulders and looking much more comfortable when he emerged again. She smiled, seeing him in such a relaxed state. When he brought food she nodded followed him into the common area where she sat quietly on one of the couches and took one of the packages, scrunching up her nose a bit but willing herself to eat two of the cubes in stride. Her child had gone malnourished long enough there was no point in denying it anymore. However, the cubes sat heavily in her stomach, preventing her from wanting anything more.

“I blame you for our poor first encounter.” She said, smiling a bit at the man. “Afterall, I did ask you to bring me back here. You were the one who insisted you had to have me in the medical bay.” She teased him, gazing at him as he sat in the chair asif he were a king in his own domain. She listened obediently as he continued to speak, nodding about his comment concerning her making friends. Solstice never thought she would need to make friends with Dominion workers. This was odd for her, but she would do her best to be civil. No more breaking porcelain vases. “I understand. Your marks will stay.” She nodded. “However, perhaps we can talk about getting your initials removed from my ass.” She rose a brow at him.

“I’ll take you up on the shower, but please do not attempt to tell me how a princess should look or act. This princess shot you down in a flight suit then proceeded to follow you around for days with twigs in her hair. Not all princesses need fancy gowns and caked on makeup all the time.” She smiled at him yet again.”Sometimes we kick ass.” She rolled her eyes as he continued, acting as hough her presence were some sort of chore o him. He had had a very different tone when he was upon her. She smirked. If nothing else, she at least had Kordavo Chenoweth’s manhood under her finger.

She stood, heading for his restroom alone to shower and ease her nerves. It wasn’t long, however, before he put that damned electronic device aside and addressed her again. Was that tone playful? It made her grin. “Well aren’t you a gentleman? Preventing a princess from burning herself in the shower ought to earn you a medal of honor.”

She watched ashe set everything up for her, the water soon pouring out and the warmth instantly resonated through the area, kissing their faceswith it’s steam. Solstice had been in IB for two months,but the luxury of a shower still seemed a blessing after that time that she had spent with nothing more than a sink. It brought her and the child joy to feel warm and clean once more. Once Kordavo was finished and began to draw back to the bedroom she gripped his wrist and drew him close to her once more. She pressed her body close to is and she moved in to plant a single soft kiss at the base of his neck as she rose to her tiptoes. “Join me.” She purred to him, her free hand moving to push his robe off of his shoulders. “A Lord must also hold onto his appearance.” She pointed out in a soft, sultry voice before she drew back: recreating the gap between them.

As Solstice stared into his eye, she pulled the scrub top up and over her head, tossing it on the tile floor beneath their feet. Her bra was next, allowing her breasts to spring free and bouce naturally on her chest as she moved in full view of Kory. “You’ve been eyeing me since we got into these quarters of yours. Why not get a closer look, my darling?” She smirked at him, her nimble fingers untying the bow at her womb that held the too large pants snug around her feminine hips. Once they fell loose, they dropped to the floor without any further interference. Solstice instead busied herself with hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties as she continue to gaze into Kory’s green eyes. She wanted him to look at her, to behold her body in all of its glory. It was her body, but it belonged to him. He could use and abuse it to his heart's content and Solstice would most likely allow it with a smile so long as he was loyal. So…. she dropped her panties.

“You can join me or you can just watch, but it’d be a lot more fun if you got a little wet too.” She smiled, one hand reaching out the lightly grab at his crotch and massage it lightly. Solstice and Kordavo had fucked less than two hours ago, but the princess was smitten. Even with the aches her body already suffered from his urgent love making she still wanted more and that was apparent as she massaged his manhood once more just like how she had done in the medical bay. “If you’re really nice to me, my lord, I’ll show you what my mouth is good at besides making speeches to your father and cursing your name.” She purred. She hoped her nakedness and touch would be enough to tempt him into following her, but if not at least he knew that he would never need to force her again: Solstice Nabeshin would be a willing participant in his games. She promptly removed her hand once she felt a tell-tale stiffening beginning in his trousers and she smirked before excusing herself from his presence and stepping into the shower.

The hot water ran over her, instantly cementing her fire hair to the nape of her neck and allowing her pale skin to glisen with liquid diamonds as it trickled over her. The shower was certainly luxurious. There was room enough from five men to comfortably shower, but only he small woman occupied it now. As the water trickled over her breasts and inner thighs, Solstice glanced through the glass to her partner, happy to see him still within her sights. She watched him, her hands moving to gently caress her own breasts and she searched for eye contact. Did Kordavo Chenoweth enjoy a good show? She wondered, smirking.What man didn’t? She continued to massage her own breasts, even tweaking her own nipples enough they they stood erect as the hot water cascaded along her body that seemed to be oh-so-tempting to the Chenoweth.

Then one hand moved downward.

One hand pressed into the glass of the shower door as Solstice widened her stance and let her narrow hand slip between her battered thighs to her own glistening prize. She tore her eyes away from Kordavo as her fingers began to massage her own labia gently before parting the lips and rubbing her own swollen clitoris. To catch more of Kordavo’s attention, so let out a moan that was loud enough to be heard over the running water. If Kordavo wouldn’t please her, Solstice would take care of herself tonight, but it would be no secret that she was thinking of the Lord and ace pilot while she did it: how his larger, course fingers or sizable erecion would hit the spot so much better than she would ever be able to do herself.

“Last chance…” She muttered, slipping a finger inside herself.

 

[BennyQ]

And now you are here in my quarters Kordavo thought to himself. Because of his own actions or because she was manipulating him? There was always a contradiction in his mind in regards to Solstice. On one hand, a most pleasing lover. On the other, a dangerous Princess capable of killing. He hadn’t forgotten what she was capable of and he only met her sarcastic proclamation of kicking ass with a stern glare. Try me again, Princess. But there was no need. Dry remarks aside, bemusing as it was to see Solstice try to assert herself, there was indeed a strong, budding attraction between them. Just a shared look between their eyes seemed to flare electricity in the air. And in his chest…and groin.

Solstice knew it. She seemed to read it in his mind and eyes. Join me he beckoned and Kordavo went rigid as his innermost desires seemed revealed and bared. Was there reason to be shamed? Not at all, nor was he. His desires would be known to her, of her. His robe collapsed easily from his body, leaving him standing naked above the waist, with bristling abs, rounded shoulders like balls of iron, and arms hulking with strength and definition. His trousers remained, covering his legs, but unable to keep restrained his growing passion as his length hardened at her suggestion. She began to undress for his eyes, unblinking in the witnessing, and further taunted him, unfolding each hidden truth in his heart. You’ve been eyeing me…why not get a closer look…you can join me…it’d be a lot more fun…I’ll show you what my mouth is good at…

She didn’t need to entice him. He was already firm for her and he sharply inhaled at the sensation of her touch, shivers diluting through his body.

And there he was left standing, budging trousers, hands fidgeting at his sides and his face rigid and unwavering in expression. Solstice shed her clothing, revealing that naked body which he had just ravished hours before, yet unveiled to him like the secrets of heaven shining upon his face. Into the shower she stepped, trickling down her ivory skinned frame, cascading in torrent falls down her thighs. His eyes followed it all yet he remained resolute. What was he waiting for? There was a spell on him, a most dangerous one, and he himself was aware of it. She had done this before, when she had kissed him, unnerving his willpower and making him defenceless. Before he had fought it, as it was a fight for survival. But now? Now there was no such boon to keep his mind shielded from her excesses. Kordavo gave in.

His trousers he barely kicked off in time before he got into the shower with haste and urgency. He couldn’t stand the sight of little Solstice in the refresher, so small amongst its wide shape, alone within that heat and watery embrace. He couldn’t stand hands other than his own, even if it were hers, roaming that body. It belonged to him. And when she began to touch her own sex, mimicking the moans of pleasure he had given her twice before, that had been the last straw. He was inside the shower, looming and towering over his lover, and had no mercy left in his body for the taunting she had just given him. “Mine.” He declared with sheer possessiveness and desire and he fell upon her like a madman possessed.

The first thing he did clap his hands around her face and yank it towards his, mouth falling upon her mouth, his tongue penetrating into it and finding her own to dance furiously with. He pressed on to her, driving her into the shower wall while hot water drenched their bodies. He kissed her passionately, tongue rolling, lips tugging on her bottom before he resumed the attack, or coaxing her own tongue out to swirl with his own. His hands fell from her face and roamed down her arms and sides, before moving around her waist to grab at her rear. Powerfully, with force, he clenched her cheeks in both his hands and squeezed them as he kissed her. Yet this all took a single moment, before Kordavo wrenched himself from her mouth…and promptly spun her around.

A strong arm wound around her neck, his bicep thrusting into her windpipe, as he yanked her back with his own lips to her ears. “Mine.” He growled against, lips brushing her earlobe, as his other hand snaked down her abdomen to her sex. “You don’t touch here unless I say so. It belongs to me. Do you understand me?” He demanded in a hot whisper into her ear, even as his hand came over her sex and his finger grazed along her slit. It was a brief respite before his long digit speared right into her folds, to the knuckle and hilted deeply inside her. He felt her texture swarm about his finger, her wetness coat him, and observed the reaction upon her face, as he used his locking arm to direct it up to his. Only a few inches separated their lips again but Kordavo did not kiss her again. He preferred to hear her sing, even as his hand began to pump into her wetness with a fury.

His thrusting finger would nudge her naked body back into his. Her upper back would find his broad chest as a solid platform to rest against. His abdomen would constrain and flex with his own breathing and her flesh would grate upon it. And his manhood, erect and proud in its vigour, found a nestling place between her cheeks, spreading them about its endowed girth, hugging it even as it caressed up and down with the motions of his hand inside of her. A second finger joined the first within another moment. Such was the desire of his passions, so much happening before his mind could fully register. Solstice was trapped against him, his mouth above hers, his shaft to her back entrance, and his fingers deep in her flowerbed, wiggling and stretching to its apex. And soon the wet noises of his conjoined fingers pumping into her depths filled the shower as he grinded against her.

Another moment passed of this, Solstice half-choked by his bicep before it loosened and fell down around her torso. His hand worked tirelessly, assaulting her sex, but his upper hand moved to rest under her breasts. His hand there shifted, grabbing one breast with full possession, fingers digging into the flesh as if he might rip it from her very body. He squeezed, even catching her nipple between two fingers and pinching it. He moved to her other and repeated, leaving red marks as he kneaded and massaged the flesh. He couldn’t seem to settle on one, moving between them. He listened to the music of her mouth but eventually graced her with his tongue again. His fingers were ceaseless, working her to feel that glorious clench and embrace.

“Is this fun for you, huh little bird?” He taunted her more than once. He never let her answer, always kissing her to interrupt. His fingers would not stop until he had proof of her toppling into that pleasurable abyss.

His hand would whip out, diligently kept away from the cascading water, and entered right into his mouth to suckle. She tasted way better than last time. No doubt she was getting ripe with each new session. He almost forgot how he ended up in this shower. All of what happened that day didn’t filter into his mind at all. His arms released her and he turned her, hands caressing her sides and hips as he kissed her again. Not roughly this time, though the hardness of his cock against her thigh belied a different sort of roughness to follow, but his kisses were passionate and full of tongue. As he kissed her, his hands rose up and returned to her shoulders and neck, where he had began not ten minutes ago, or less. He drew away from her lips, peering into her eyes, smirking softly. Then he began to push her down to her knees.

“I think I was nice enough to merit your reward, little bird.” Kordavo smirked at her, as he towered way above her now, his hulking frame encompassing all her line of vision. Well, there was one obstacle obstructing his view of Solstice’s face, as it now hovered above her slick red hair and blue eyes. With a bulbous head, a length bristling with vein and vitality, it transverse over her face like the shadow of the moon eclipsing the sun. “Last chance…before I bury it in what’s mine.” Kordavo taunted, his hands upon her hair, one grabbing some of her wet hair to wound tightly between his fingers, putting a small strain upon her scalp already.

 

[Sketchyequine]

Before she knew it Kordavo Chenoweth was butt naked and getting into the shower with her. A grin could be seen curling over her plush lips just before her mouth was captured so violently by his own.She succumbed to him, indulging in the taste of his lips and tongue as he kissed her with a passion she didn’t know if she had seen out of him before: even when he had fucked her just hours before. In fact, she had begun to convince herself that he didn't even like kissing her until he proved her wrong right there under the running water. After he tugged on her lip they were seperated for a split second and she utilized it to whisper to him obediently. “Yours.” Her voice was soft and sweet before it was taken away by his kiss once more as their tongues meshed.

And then she was flipped around.

He was choking her, and for a moment it scared her, but she soon gave in even as she struggled for air. Normally everything was a power struggle between Kordavo and Solstice, but she was giving into his strength now like a lovesick puppy as he whispered that one fateful word to her yet again. Mine. He was right. She was his and every part of her body was screaming it at him. She pressed back into him submissively as his hand came down upon her and she moaned out as soon as it came into contact with her sex.

”Yes sir!” She cried out in pleasure as he asked her to confirm her understanding, and she nodded rapidly. She would obey so long as he provided her with her desired pleasures. As soon as he speared her with his long digits she moaned out in pleasure, already dripping her essence in need for him. He pounded his finger into him, and she sang like a songbird in pleasure as he made her practically drip in pleasure even though she had just had him only hours before. She was nothing more than a whore for him in that moment. In addition she could feel him practically knocking at her back door and it made her heart beat just a little faster. As his fingers continued to assault her garden. Everything that happened after that was a blur as she lulled due to the pleasure.

And then his fingers were gone and she was promptly turned and kisses once more. Solstice was drunk on Kordavo’s kisses, and she wanted to be gifted with them morning and night from now on. Mine. She thought to herself as she kissed him with sweet passion. Then she was lowered to her knees before the house of a man and she found herself in the shadow of his erection, and she was faced with no hesitation. She wanted to please her lover, and she would happily pop him into her mouth, but first she had to play with her food.

She ran her tongue slowly along the bottom length of his shaft as her hands rubbed upward along his massive thighs as she began to show him what it was that she could offer him. Her thumb and forefinger wrapped around the thick base of his manhood and she adjusted herself to take on the man’s sex. She pressed her lips to his bulbous head, giving him a kiss of sorts as her hand stroked along his shaft with a gentle vigor. Solstice’s tongue flicked out and licked at the swollen, purple head as her blue eyes moved up to look at Kordavo. She hen wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock and only the head and massaged the lower half with her tongue as she suckled gently on the highly sensitive flesh. She then pulled back with an audible pop and stared up t her lover once more as she stroked him with a notably fast pace. “Mine.” She muttered before going back in for more.

She sucked him greedily and hungrily. Her head bobbed on him with her hand following her lips in even strokes. No section of his manhood went untouched as she worked him. Her oral strokes started out small, taking in only a small portion of his sizable length but allowing her tongue to work him as she did. As time passed, however, her head moved further and further forward even as his dinner-plate-sized hand gripped her fiery red locks. Eventually her mouth and throat strained just to fit him inside. She could feel his bulbous head spearing at the back of her throat and it threatened to make her gag as she came nearer and nearer to burying her nose in his stomach.

Then it finally happened. She gagged on his massive size and her nails dug hard into his thighs on either side as a gut reaction surly leaving welts behind. She pulled back, tears welling in her eyes from even just a single gag, but she didn’t take long to recover before she moved in for more. She pushed herself beyond her limit, gagging violently around his cock but not allowing herself to retreat. Mine. Soon, she deep throated him: ever last part of his cock buried in her oral orifice as her nose nuzzled into his lower abdomen and the coarse hair that occupied it. She gagged violently, threatening to spit him out at any moment as her body rejected his massiveness in her mouth. But she stayed and willed herself to gaze up at him as his cock remained buried in her mouth invisible to the naked eye as his testicles pressed into her chin.

She was at his mercy now.