Having a Drink (for daemongirl)

The drop hurt. As she hit the floor, pain blossomed all along Odessaâ€s spine, her whole back protesting loudly at the terrible impact. The smacking sound was loud, and Odessa didnâ€t doubt that the bartender and whoever else may be hiding in the back of the establishment could have heard it. She could not help but give a little pained growl, her cheeks heating as she did so, feeling as if she had made some big concession to Isabella by audibly expressing her pain.

Even if Isabella had heard it, however, the Viking beauty did not seem to be in much of a position to gloat. Odessaâ€s improvised counterattack had been successful beyond her wildest hopes, very nearly breaking Isabellaâ€s nose and forcing the paler woman to fall backwards, clutching at her face. Looking over at her reeling foe, Odessa could sense blood in the water. Fighting through her own pain, she would slowly turn herself over onto her hands and knees, crawling over to where Isabella lay and looking down at her with a smug smile, doing her best to ignore her protesting back.

“Poor…poor Bella,” Odessa cooed mockingly. “Feel like giving up yet, love? Or are you still not convinced that you are dealing with one who is your better?” To reinforce her confident talk, Odessa would ball one hand into a fist and bring it down as hard as she could into Isabellaâ€s gut, trying to further weaken her soon-to-be love slave with a deflating shot to the belly.

All of the momentum Isabella had built up through first their war of words and now their brawling was now gone after that unexpected knee to the face from Odessa. It was partially her own fault too, Isabella having provided much of the force that ended up smashing into her face, and that thought only infuriated the woman even further. Grumbling underneath her breath was about all she could do to express her anger just then however as the blow had left her sprawled out on her back, her body in a state of shock and unwilling to listen to her furious commands to move.

She couldn't even guard her face properly as just touching her nose sent a jolt of pain down her spine, the white haired woman pounding her fists against the wooden floor in her frustration. As the numbness in her muscles began to subside Isabella was left in a dull pain, groaning as she endured it the woman slowly began to rise up into a sitting position only for Odessa to pounce upon her. "You're gonna pay for that one Odessa...and for calling me Bella." She spouted out as she glared up at the looming figure of the dark skinned beauty.

"You honestly think I'd give up after a single..Aauugghhh!" Isabella had even managed to put on a smile as she answered Odessa's annoying and ridiculous question, only for that grin to be swept away, replace by a pained grimace as Odessa drove her fist down into Isabella's stomach. Gasping for air Isabella reacted on instinct as she shot her hands up to grab onto the closest part of the woman's body, what just so happened to be Odessa's swaying tits. Squeezing as hard as she could Isabella would dig her fingers into the firm mounds and tear her hands away, trying to rip off the woman's bra.

Isabella didnâ€t like being called Bella, apparently. Odessa chuckled, reminding herself to remember that valuable little tidbit for later.

Her face contorted into a triumphant, confident, almost evil grin as her gut punch landed solidly in Isabellaâ€s abdomen, forcing the air out of the girl with incredible force. The swing of momentum from the Viking-American woman to Odessa was almost a tangible thing, sweeping through the air right now, and it only seemed to hurry as the blow landed and interrupted Isabellaâ€s retort. “What was that, dear?” Odessa asked mockingly as Isabella flailed. When the woman managed to seize ahold of her tits, Odessa did nothing to stop her from stripping her of her bra, revealing her pair of large, chocolately orbs in all their glory, and giving Isabella her first glimpse of Odessaâ€s big, rock-hard, dark brown nipples, pointing challengingly downwards at the “Northern Queen.”

“Like what you see?” Odessa asked, running a hand across her chest. “I just knew that you couldnâ€t resist seeing my body in its full glory for long. No, you are too much of a slut for that, Isabella. Why donâ€t you take a closer look?”

After taking a moment to position herself correctly, Odessa would attempt to drop herself down on top of Isabella, her impressive breasts slamming down over the pale face of her rival, smothering her.

Isabella's hands came away with the very prize she had sought but Odessa found a way to ruin even this small victory for Isabella, the woman's utter lack of resistance making the northern queen feel as if she had only done as the British bombshell desired. In her continued frustration Isabella did more than just strip the bra from Odessa, she grabbed each side and with a low growl she tore the undergarment in half, tossing the now ruined pieces of the woman's bra to either side with a smile back on the lips of Isabella.

"Tch...as if your tits even compare to mine, my sweet little Odessa." Isabella fired back at Odessa, sounding just as condescending as ever despite the pain she was in. Her stomach still felt like there was a knife stuck in it and her nose was faring even worse, but despite all this Isabella grinned up at her chosen prey and laughed.

Her laughter didn't die out until after Odessa brought her tits slamming down upon Isabella's face, the pale skinned woman immediately biting down hard upon the naked flesh of her prey's mounds to distract herself from the pain emanating from her nearly broken nose. Once she had her teeth in Isabella had no intention in letting the woman go either, Isabella's hands clenching tightly just before she began to pound the sides of Odessa's head with her fists.

Odessa was a little amazed by just how frustrated she had been able to make Isabella in such a short time on top. When she felt like she was in control, the Northern Queen seemed cool and collected—but, with things not going her way, she was almost like a child. Odessa laughed in her intended conquestâ€s face as she saw her bra torn in half and tossed away.

“Really?” Odessa marveled, before Isabella made her little cocky comment about Odessaâ€s breasts. The ebony beauty rolled her eyes and gave them a quick shake. “Is that right, dear? You think they canâ€t compare to yours? Well, Iâ€m telling you youâ€re wrong—my breasts could destroy your breasts any day of the week. If you canâ€t see that, well, you really do need a closer look!”

She would then shove those same breasts into Isabellaâ€s face, groaning a little as she felt the girl bite down on one. It was painful, to be sure, but there was also some pleasure to be derived from it. She would keep her breasts pressed tightly over Isabellaâ€s face, even as the womanâ€s fists began swinging wildly for her head, necessitating the use of her own arms to block the blows.

Isabella's fists quickly honed in on the woman's head after the first couple of blind swings, though much to her frustration Odessa had begun to shield her face with her arms by that point. She kept hammering away at the woman's arms however while she still had enough air to empower her blows, doing her best to try and slip a few of those past Odessa's guard to connect with the sides of her face but even if she couldn't manage that she was content with causing her pain in her arms. Her teeth bit down again and again upon the breasts of the British bombshell, Isabella wanting no less than to leave several deep bite marks over the naked flesh of the woman's mounds.

She couldn't remain like this forever though unless she wished to be smothered into unconsciousness by Odessa, Isabella's mind working quickly to come up with an escape plan before time ran out. Swinging her left fist once more at the woman's right arm Isabella would miss her target on purpose, aiming for the left arm of Odessa instead where she would try to grab onto its forearm instead of just striking it like all the times before. She would then yank the woman's arm inward, pulling it aside so that Isabella could bring her right elbow up and smash it into the side of Odessa's face.

Isabella would take full advantage of this, pulling hard on the woman's arm while her elbow pushed her head to the side, Isabella turning her body to the side trying to roll over and reverse their positions leaving the Northern Queen on top where she belonged.

Odessa was no greenhorn when it came to fistfighting—she knew how to defend her gorgeous, vital face, and she put her knowledge to good use here, keeping her arms in position to deflect the mighty torrent of blows that the “Northern Queen” was launching in her desperate attempt to break free. Of course, nobody was perfect, and a couple punches did manage to graze her ears or cheeks, but she shrugged them off. Her arms were beginning to throb with pain, but she ignored it. What she couldnâ€t ignore quite so easily was the pain in her breast, brought on by Isabellaâ€s vicious biting.

She knew she had to do something about that, but, before she could, her advantage would disappear as quickly as it came on. Isabella launched another left hook, this one missing Odessaâ€s face and arm completely—she realized too late that it had not been Isabellaâ€s intention to hit her face. The Viking girl grabbed Odessaâ€s left arm, pulling it inward, and smashed her elbow into Odessaâ€s face. The ebony beauty cried out in pain, and surprise, and frustration. She couldnâ€t stop Isabella from rolling the two of them over, putting Odessa on the bottom of their pile once again. She growled angrily, glaring up at Isabella. She did not intend to stay beneath the so-called queen for very long.

Isabella felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through her as her instincts paid off, her hard elbow to the face of Odessa enough to break the woman's focus while the hand tugging upon her arm dragged her to the side and off of Isabella. Feeling a second wind coming on as she took a deep breath of air the Northern Queen pushed up with her shoulder and twisted her body, rolling them over with her now retaking the top position from Odessa, smirking as she stared down into the eyes of the lioness. "Now all is right with the world...with me above you as is befitting of a Queen." Isabella said softly to the now trapped beauty underneath her, keeping her grip firmly upon Odessa's captured arm as she pinned it down while her other hand stroked the side of the woman's face.

Pressing her body down upon Odessa, her breasts flattening Odessa's mounds as she put her full body weight upon her, Isabella began to slide her body up and down to further grind her tits down upon her captive's no doubt aching breasts. The hand brushing along the woman's face would then grab the back of her head firmly, her fingers painfully tugging at the woman's hair as she pulled her face towards her and forced Odessa into a deep kiss, her turned so that her cheek covered the woman's nose to smother her with the kiss.

Odessa was a little embarrassed that she had allowed that elbow to land, and that she had allowed Isabella to reverse their positions. She regained her composure, however, and looked up at the lighter-skinned woman with nothing but confidence in her eyes. “Cute,” she replied curtly to Isabellaâ€s prideful declaration. “You know, my dear Bella, Iâ€m sure pillow talk like that usually sends girls†panties flying off of their own accord, but you donâ€t have to play tough with me. I…”

She would trail off and take a breath, just before Isabella kissed her. Odessa would return the kiss without hesitation, puckering her lips, opening her mouth a little and lapping at Isabellaâ€s lips with her tongue. She had, up until this point, been trying to show some restraint, but, now that Isabella had engaged her directly, the ebony beauty felt no qualms about letting loose. Isabella hadnâ€t given her a chance to finish her thought, however. After a minute of exhausting, smothering kissing, Odessa would entangle her hands deep in Isabellaâ€s lush, snowy mane, giving it a hard yank and pulling Isabellaâ€s face away from her own.

“Like I said, you donâ€t have to play tough with me. I can tell how desperate you are for a good fuck, and Iâ€m more than happy to give it to you, my little princess,” she finished, with a smile.

Theirs had been a battle for dominance since the moment their eyes had met when she walked into the bar, a fight that had been waged with looks and tone of voice until now, the two of them locked together on the floor with debris scattered around them. Exhilarated now that she had taken control of Odessa, just as she had said she would, Isabella demonstrated just how strong her position was over the woman as she pressed down upon Odessa and forced her into a fiery kiss. It was clear Odessa wanted her body almost as badly as she wanted to dig into hers, but Isabella wasn't going to allow Odessa the pleasure of being the one to initiate anything between them, that would only serve to give the woman a greater sense of control that she did not have.

Isabella purred when Odessa yanked back on her hair to break the kiss, smiling down at the girl's face despite the rather insulting words Odessa had for her. "Say what you will but I simply do whatever it is that pleases me, and right now you are fortunate enough to be included on that list. It is I who is in control, not you, and if I decide you no longer interest me then I will cast you aside." Isabella said before grabbing Odessa by her hair and slamming her head against the floor, pulling herself off of the woman and rising to her feet before walking back to the bar to grab a shot glass.