Taking control of the fight

As "Dark Samus" ran toward her, Samus couldn't help but compare her to her lover and her own youth (Milf Samus still considers herself Samus). Her opponent's body was like her own at 18, not yet fully developed but already sexy, with an hourglass shape that wasn't excessive but attractive, large breasts that weren't as huge as hers, toned and well-defined muscles, long, well-groomed hair, and an attractive face... or rather, it would be if it weren't twisted by rage.

Samus felt torn between two different instincts. On the one hand, she had a duty to defeat her and protect the city; on the other, her opponent was barely an adult, most likely manipulated by the pirates to turn her into a weapon to be used against her and the Federation, a victim, someone to be saved like she was in the past. Would it be possible to rehabilitate her? Would she somehow manage to gain custody of her? ... wait, a punch.

Samus dodged the blow, and "Dark Samus" tried to strike her with the grace of a drunk in a barroom brawl, clearly showing a lack of martial arts training.

Samus responded by moving to the side, walking past her and slapping her ass.

"Dark Samus" made a sound like a surprised squeak, then turned and tried to grab her head.

Samus responded by sliding forward, breaking free of her grip and slamming her breasts against her, her breasts squeezing together. Dark Samus, surprised, jumped at the blow she'd received!

Dark Samus: Damn, what the hell are you doing, fight!

Samus struck a persuasive pose, bending over a bit, exposing her body.

Samus: Technically, it's your fault. You know how rude it was to barge into a lady's room when...

Dark Samus: Shut up, bitch!

Dark Samus had a bluish blush on her cheeks, but it didn't stop her from attacking Samus with a kick.

Samus grabbed her leg and pulled it as high as possible, forcing her pelvis to rest against the other's.

Samus: Really? I'd say more of a MILF, and you owe me a moment of interrupted sex, beautiful lady. Anyway, it would be nice to know your name.

"Dark Samus" I started babbling, confused about what was happening.

"Dark Samus": I... I'm Su-mas.

Samus: Really? Pirates must have little imagination, my name backwards?

Sumas rolled onto his side and attempted a rather crude roundhouse kick with his free leg. Samus was **** to free her leg and dodge, knowing that if she had blocked the blow, her opponent's **** could have broken her arm.

Sumas: I'm better than you! I'll kill you!

Samus: You know, you're like a pitiful, inexperienced child, you fight badly and blush like a schoolgirl, are you sure killing me is what you want? Wouldn't you... want this?

Samus stroked her clit, leaving Sumas' face all blue, a sign of utter embarrassment.

Samus: Oh, you're so sweet with your face all blue.

Sumas bellowed: Shut up! Shut up and die!

loaded with Again, trying to hit Samus in the face with hooks, Samus took advantage of this by hitting Sumas's chest a couple of times with jebs, strong enough to stop her momentum, but more to excite her than to actually hurt her.

Sumal continued to insist on hitting Samus, and Samus continued to pretend she had the upper hand. The truth was that she was tiring faster than Sumas. Every blocked blow, every quick dodge, exploiting openings to strike sensually was weighing heavily on her. She tried to hide it, controlling her breathing so as not to pant even though she needed it. But to win, she had to make her opponent believe otherwise, that he was so strong he could play with her like this forever. But time was running out, she had to end the fight and lead him to another type of fight more suited to her.

What she didn't know, however, was that this tactic was more effective than she thought.

In the past, Sumas had been a infinity battle continued. The pirates didn't really consider her one of their own, she was their weapon, created by the collaboration of Dark Samus and Wevel. Dark Samus designed Sumas's body as what Samus would have been if she had succumbed to the will of the mother mind and become a weapon to reorganize the world and a secret card of the space pirates. Webel had to train her, make her lethal and trustworthy. Wevel raised her by rewarding strength by pitting her against other pirates, rewarding her for every victory, punishing her for every failure. Sumas was taught the importance of dominance and enjoying it, to feel anger and frustration in failure. She was trained to be strong and quick and violent but not skilled. If she ever rebelled, Wevel would have to intervene and kill her, but for Sumas, Webel was her only family, the only one on her side, the only one who believed in her.That tempered her to realize her full potential.

Wevel died, yet another deadly battle with Samus, but this time she was unable to escape. The bounty hunter had taken away Sumas's only parent. Sumas stole the damaged Varia suit recovered from Dark Samus's corpse, put it back together, and then fled. Many pirates tried to stop her, but she mercilessly killed them, then began her hunt for Samus.

As Sumas grew up, to subjugate her enemies to her power and enjoy humiliating others, she found herself meeting Milf Samus, who had shown her just that: a woman capable of humiliating and dominating her. Sumas began to see her very differently. Samus was what she aspired to be, and she did nothing but sexually provoke her. Every frustration from an attack turned into excitement. She was beginning to enjoy every single one of Samus's blows and her very different way of dominating. An emotion stirred within her that until now she had reserved for her father, admiration. Sumas suddenly crossed that line, the line between hate and love.

She didn't even realize it, but the goal of killing Samus and getting **** had disappeared. Now she fought because she didn't want all this to end.

Samus decided it was time to risk it all. She broke through Sumal's guard again, leaning on her and pulling her into an embrace, a hand pressed to her hips and a kiss on her lips. At that moment, Sumal broke down. She returned the kiss and pulled Samus close, her breasts seeming to expand twice as much is press.

Samus found the zipper on Samus's zero suit and began to pull it down.