Krystal vs Apex: Arena of Dominance

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Krystal almost could believe it when her desperate rolling counter succeeded in turning the tables on Apex. With her body curled up around him she managed to tip him to the side and roll, landing atop the heavily muscled skunk , chest to chest and whipping her leg out of his grip. She hesitated for an instant, somewhat catching herself by surprise, but the swell of cheers from the crowd made her swell with confidence.

Shimmying her body, she quickly pivoted, shifting to straddle her foe with her knees planted to either side of his toned torso, looking down on Apex in a rare position of power for the slight-framed vixen. She tried to grab a hold of Apex's wrists and pin the to the ground, flushed with confidence from her successful manoeuvre as she leaned over him.

"What were you going to say?!" she hissed through gritted teeth as she leaned in close, her face just inches from his, her breasts grazing against the firm abs of her opponent as she tried to lean her full body weight down to hold him in place.

[CyanDimitrik]

It's almost fascinating in a anthropological way, experiencing the shock of Krystal turning the tables on him. The shock from her, to be more specific. Though it's perhaps shocked, mixed with the point where desperation and excitement meet. There's a word for it, but he can't think of it now. He's focused too much on the look on her face, the way her body sets against his, feeling her grip his wrists.

Comparatively, Apex knows she can't really pin him down in this state. Save for a little foot-battering, he's basically unharmed. She, on the other hand, has felt the wrath of muscle and gravity alike.

Still, that voice. That tone she's taken with him. Contrasting it against the sporting, innocent, possibly even naive words at the start of their contest, he can see things have changed for her. Her heart is in it. She's not taking it lightly. She's even kind of gloating here. He enjoys this more primal side of her enough that it warrants a subtle raise of his hips, brushing against her.

Keeping in mind his desire to not damage that beautifully angry face, Apex tilts his head slightly to the side. His face then thrusts upwards, hoping to clip her on the cheek and force her to recoil before flexing his arms and attempting to outright overpower her pin to sit up with her.

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Krystal strained to hold Apex in place, her body still aching from the long camel clutch and the thunderous slam that had been visited on her not so long ago. She tried to leverage her bodyweight to keep him in place, but the expression on his face was unconcerned. He still oozed power and confidence, almost enjoying being so close her, his eyes examining her thoughtfully. She opened her mouth, but her words were cut short by a shifting between her legs...

"What...?" Her breath hitched in her throat and she looked down sharply, feeling a tremor shoot through her body as Apex teasingly raised his hips to press against her. Her eyes widened, her muscles tensing and her legs involuntarily squeezing against his flanks. And in that moment she took her eyes off of him, he moved.

His head jerked up, as though he were about to headbutt her, so quick that she barely had an instant to register it. The skunk's face clipped her cheek and flinched back with a gasp more of surprise than pain slipping from her mouth.

That act of flinching was all Apex needed. With her bodyweight shifting back he instantly flexed his arms, forcing himself up into a sitting position with Krystal straddling him on his lap. The slight-framed vixen's mouth opened dumbly as she still clung on to his wrists, but she now found herself staring into Apex's amethyst eyes, their faces just inches apart, briefly paralysed by indecision as Apex's sudden turning of the tables caught her off guard!

[CyanDimitrik]

Suddenly, the two are nearly on equal footing. Apex isn't even mad that the headbutt didn't solidly connect. He'd rather not risk damaging her pretty face. Giving her the back of his hand would be easier to recover from than a cranium colliding with a nosepad, and with significantly less chance of bleeding, but to the same assertive result.

Here they are, eye to eye, nearly touching noses. At this proximity, every heated, labored exhale one offers, the other will feel on their lips. Being this close to her is near intoxicating, but dominating her would make it so much more appealing. And it's that instinct that spurs him to take advantage of her momentary, if retrospectively cute, stupor.

His arms push again, this time to seize around her waist and, with an abrupt compression, grip her body squarely against his. At a glance, the spectacle might appear as a lovers' embrace, pulling the girl's ample breasts to mash into his unyielding pectorals, her trim, bare stomach crushed into his sleekly-toned, equally bare abdominals, her hips being ground down over his to leave no mystery remaining where his physical attraction to her is concerned. But his hands are seizing for her opposite wrists to turn her previous capture of his wrists into a restraint on her, to secure her in place.

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That moment of hesitate was more than enough to seal Krystal's face as she sat atop Apex, staring into the skunk's eyes. In a blur of motion his arms powered forward through her faltering grip, enveloping her and pulling her close with shocking force, jamming their bodies together.

"Hnnhh!" The high-pitched squeal was out of her mouth before she could stop it, an involuntary response to having her supple body driven against Apex's toned, rock hard frame. Her breasts pressed against his solid chest, her bare stomach kissing his abdominals and her hips grinding into his. She felt the swell of him between her legs as they ground together and her whole body convulsed with the twisted pleasure of the predicament she now found herself in.

And to ensure there was no chance of her pulling away, he effortlessly clamped his hands around her wrists, completely turning the tables on Krystal as he pinioned her arms behind her back!

"N-no!" she yelped in a panic, wriggling helplessly in his overpowering grasp, but every motion of her body only served to grind herself against Apex's magnificent frame. She screwed her eyes shut, trying to avert her face from those alluring Amethyst eyes and ignore the deviant thoughts that spilled unbidden from her mind...

[CyanDimitrik]

Small telltale signs the audience wouldn't be able to catch; the convulsion, the way her face turns, a sudden catch of her breath in her throat. These are things that tell Apex she isn't immune to the sensuality of this engagement. Whether it was specifically him, the way he was handling her, or simply the overwhelming physical contact, he couldn't be sure. But he knew there were no more secrets between them. He couldn't even begin to hide anything from her now, and the more she struggles, the more obvious it would be.

Apex contents to hold her body trapped against his for a moment, letting the audience drink in her helpless state, her body wound against him. All the while, he lavishes in the sensation of her figure seamlessly pressed into himself, feeling her body shift and swell with each breath. There's a brief, semi-sharp squeezing against her lower back, forcing her hips to grind more sharply and directly over his, her stomach to compress harder into his abdominals, hoping to force a reaction out of her and not let her remain shyly avoiding facing him.

The bodylock has brought their faces so much closer together. His cheek brushes against hers, muzzle closer to her ear. "By the time this is over," he murmurs to her, "you'll be mine. I'll want to hear you say it."

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Their bodies were pressed together like two pieces of a jigsaw, and try as she might Krystal couldn't deny the enjoyment of being tucked up against such an alluring specimen. They were virtually nose to nose, and an involuntary squeal slipped from her mouth as he squeezed again, grinding their hips together more deeply.

Then he leaned forward, his cheek brushing hers and her eyes fluttered, a sharp breath catching in her throat at the suddenly gently contact. Then he spoke, his words diving deep into her mind.

Krystal's mouth dropped open at Apex's words, the powerful male pulling their bodies achingly close, his husky words sending shivers up the fox girl's spine. She tensed, trying to fight away the feelings of arousal that were tingling beneath her skin, reminding herself of where she was and what she was supposed to be doing.

"Yours?" she gasped attempting to arch her back away from him, her hands pressing against his rock hard chest. With an effort she met his gaze. "You'll have to earn that!" It came out a little more suggestively than she'd intended and she gritted her teeth, trying stop her mind from wandering as she attempted to wriggle loose, but right now Apex had her trapped, apparently right where he wanted her!

[CyanDimitrik]

It's perhaps a little ironic. That was meant to be more of an assertive message, intended to worry her. But with their bodies pressed so tightly together, sharing heartbeats, breaths, every muscle twitch - he could see it has something of a different effect. Everything from her gasp to the way she arches against his arms, and the very look those big green eyes give him suggests something else. But it's her wording, or tone, or perhaps a combination of both, that tells him it had a different effect.

Not.
That.
He.
Minds.

It's becoming increasingly difficult to maintain the callous facade with her, especially in this ground-based lockup. Feeling her nubile body squirm and writhe against him is doing him no favors in that department. It's time to change positions.

She's managed to put a little space between their forms, and Apex utilizes that to tuck his knee beneath himself. Arms remain around her waist as he pushes off with that leg, attempting to raise to his full height with her. If he can keep her slim figure wrangled in the crook of his left arm, he intends to step out just slightly for windup before driving the right fist inwards against the pit of her trim stomach.

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It might have been a mistake to say what she'd said, but it was done now. Krystal wasn't quite sure what she'd meant by it. What if this powerful male did crush her and make her submit? Would he have earned... her? Part of her was aghast at the prospect of suffering such a fate in front of the arena crowds. Another part of her trembled with anticipation at what might happen to her at the whim of Apex's urges.

FOCUS!

He was getting into her head, all too easily. She continued trying to bend away from him, pushing at his rock hard chest in desperation, her hips twisting and bucking. He held her in place though as she struggled, gradually rising back into a standing position with his arms still clamped around her waist. One arm suddenly disengaged and she thought for an instant she had a window to escape.

Then that arm swung back in with thunderous force.

"Ouggghhhh..." Krystal gasped as Apex's powerful fist plunged into her midriff, ramming all the wind out of her. Her slender, nubile body sagged limply into his grip as her legs buckled, her eyes fluttering as she tried to heave breath back into her lungs. She groaned, trying feebly to twist away from him but at the moment she had no breath and no strength to counter Apex's crushingly powerful onslaught!

[CyanDimitrik]

It would never be anything but satisfying, the feeling of sinking a fist into an unprotected belly; hearing the crowd react with a roar at the brutality, feeling the opponent's body collapse around it. This was no different. And there was an immediate sense of control that followed such a hit. Even as she tries to pull away, it's weak, lacking oxygen, the muscles not wanting to unclench from the impact.

Apex still isn't done establishing that dominance, however. Of course there'd be more to follow. With the beautiful young vixen bent over before him, he couldn't imagine not pursuing with something more shocking. Grabbing her beneath the arms, he yanks her forward to lock her neck between his thighs. His hands run down from her arms, palms brushing smoothly over the fur and skin of her ribs, before finally finding her waist. Leaning in over her, his hands slide inwards further to press into her abused stomach, before pulling to bodily heft her into the air, suspending her body upside-down, her head back, her body arched, his hands over her stomach to keep her in the piledriver position.

Unlike the suplex before, Apex doesn't linger long in this position - just long enough to let the audience get a look at her sleek body on display and the helplessness of it, before he drops down to collide the top of her head with the ground below, releasing her from the hold.