Who’s the better killer?

From the Pitch Black fandom

Rated NC-17 for... welll... sex

Riddick/fake Jack (aka Kyra)

 

"So... What are you going to do with me?" she questioned his command with that simple question.

The room was dim and small. A bed, an armchair and a table were the only poor pieces of furniture it'd been bothered to furnish with. He sat on the armchair placing his fingertips from each hand together in a light touch. The goggles sat still over his eyes and his chiselled face revealed no emotion in particular where she was bound to showing her mind in every gesture and word as she stood proudly by the window glaring out into the lit streets of this dark world they had landed on.

Riddick didn't bother to answer her immediately. What was the girl aiming at? He'd thought she'd cling onto him like a second skin just like back in the good old times, but apparently this 'Kyra' persona that he'd known as 'Jack' around half a decade ago didn't have blind trust for her saviour. No... this girl with her proud chin raised up and hands folded against her chest bore barely any resemblance to his Jackie anymore, he thought staring at her behind his goggles.

The issue of having to take care of her had remained unsolved ever since the brilliant escape from Crematoria and he wasn't interested in solving it even now though they were safe for now. There was no liking the thought of having to deal with her now that the necros were after him as well and by the way the girl had performed her 'innocent' question he could sense trouble was on its way to their address.

"We're settling down here." he finally informed her, but she continued to avoid looking at him and didn't even stop to catch his defiant glare that was meant to provoke her into speaking again. Kyra got it all in the tone of his voice. She didn't need to see his face to know the mood that had occupied him. Until further notice he wasn't letting her run across the universe and she'd be watched when he'd sleep with one eye open. Apparently Riddick too had some issues to solve with her and as repelling as the idea was she knew there was no running from this man.

"We stay put as long as we have to. Eventually those necros will stop hunting and then we'll get the hell outta this galaxy." His words froze her.

We? She asked herself in shock.

No, he'd just dump her in a hole somewhere and claim it to be for her own best and then he'd be gone again, she thought bitterly and hid her confusion from him when she finally gave him a second look. "Hide like scared children?" she implied out clearly not thrilled with the idea.

Riddick's smug smile said it all. "But you are still a child, Jackie." he commented and watched her become more aware of his tone of voice. "By the law: yes. I'd dare to claim the otherwise though." she replied.

Surprise met with Riddick's unmoved face now. So little Kyra saw herself as an adult? It was a teenager's defiance she shoved at his face with her independent act just so she could keep up the ideal image she had of herself - Not because she wanted to impress him or make him proud. Those days were really over now, weren't they?

By not replying he condemned them both to endure the distressing silence. For a second Kyra's mind slid off the obvious topic about her 'freedom' when she concentrated on the sheer joy of his return she'd kept bottled up ever since witnessing Toombs lower Riddick from the ceiling back on that cursed planet. She'd missed him: Missed the way he always seemed to fix all things wrong. Somewhere inside of her she'd still thought of him and his comforting figure when forced to dwell in the dark.

Darkness - All kids feared the dark for the obvious reasons, but she was the only adult that had an adequate reason to still dread the comfort of the shadows and shiver when facing the moon alone. The horrors were locked deep inside of her in a place no one could touch and then comes along Riddick, the ghost from the past, and opens it all up twisting the knife in the wound telling her that Imam was now dead and she and he were the sole survivors from the crash.

Kyra moved a loose lock behind her ear feeling enlightenment approach her. She turned her head to see Riddick who apparently had been watching her all along. He'd failed Imam and Fry and now he was just trying to keep her alive to prove himself he could get what he wanted. He wasn't doing this because he felt for her - he was doing this because of some fucked up sense of obligation!

Riddick watched her go through the motions almost seeing the little devils whisper their poison to her ear. She'd spent a long time in that hellhole and apparently this little room was becoming just as distressing as the slam had been. She was beginning to see him as her guard, keeping her away from her well earned freedom. Trouble had it seemed had finally caught up with them. He pushed the thought aside relaxing instead. It wasn't like the girl could escape him, though it might be safer to sleep if she'd been cleansed from her nasty little blades.

He rose from the chair leaving the cape he'd acquired on Hellion Prime behind on the chair. Kyra sensed his approach and straightened herself as she'd been hunching in her thought. Once reaching her he simply offered his hand palm and said: "Blade."

Disbelieve was all over her face. He was gonna strip her from her weapons!

"No way, Riddick." she announced so very sure of herself.

"Give me the blade, Kyra." he repeated the command moving his hand forward an inch or few.

"So you can lock me here just because you failed to protect Imam?" her vicious voice did not belong to the Jack he knew. The Jack he knew never questioned him. The Jack he knew was ready to die for him, to kill for him. Riddick's face was drained from all emotion in an instant. The Jack he knew would never stand against him.

He drew his hand back stiffly to her great surprise. Had she actually succeeded in hurting his feelings? The great and wondrous Richard B. Riddick actually fell for the lame insults of a girl? The way he was scowling at her was just shocking. A certain sense of victory emerged inside her. He wasn’t so tough-

All of the sudden he dashed at her and grabbed her arm pulling it behind her back as his hand wrapped around her neck. He'd locked her in his grip tightly before she'd even had time to realize what he was doing and now she was having trouble thinking straight.

"Now be a good girl and give me the blade, Kyra." he whispered to her ear almost close enough to brush her earflap with his lips, but just almost. Her heartbeat was suddenly racing faster and faster. His presence, the closeness was unbearable. Sure they'd been close back on Crematoria, but not like this. He'd barely touched her, unlike back in the old days, when it'd been all about a little wrestling and power struggle. Yeah, sure, this was power struggle, just not the kind she'd been expecting.

"Open up those lips..." he commanded. Had she heard right? Did he just?! ...Or was it just her? Bewildered she tried to control her own blushing, but succeeded terribly. Lucky for her he wasn't too concentrated on her.

"C'mon..." his voice had that light joyous tone it always did when he knew he was winning. Swallowing hard she slowly opened her mouth unbelievably aware of every move around her: every one of her body parts touching him.

The next his fingers were inside her mouth reaching for the little razorblade she kept hidden in her mouth and before she could stop him or even think about closing his mouth and chewing his fingers off, he'd already removed the blade from behind her teeth. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" the mocking sound of his voice irritated her even more. Why was he trying to humiliate her like this for? She wasn't a child anymore! She didn't need him!

She forgot her anger when realizing he was still holding her. Familiar feelings started to roam inside. Memories... of a kiss. That time... in the ship, when Imam had been asleep...

He'd tried to teach her to pilot, but she'd been too entranced by her obsession for him. He'd held her in his lap daring her to try the controls, telling her how she didn't have to fear and she turned to him and kissed him the way a hungry lover steals a kiss.

He'd looked her so differently after that, after pushing her away gently. “That's not for you Jackie” he'd said as if he now saw her for what she was.

She'd turned quiet all of the sudden, he realized as he released her from the uneasy grip and took a few steps to reach her side and see the passing sorrow shifting past her face. A hint of it was the same she'd showed him when telling him about the mercs and about how she ended up on Crematoria. He'd never been there to comfort her, he'd just told her to wipe the tears away and dry them for good. He'd taught her not to care and still...

Yielding in some way he took her in his arms. Comfort for her, the only person who'd ever believed in him no matter what he did. He let her burry herself in him to rout the pain for she'd only ever felt truly safe with him.

To Kyra though the embrace was something else…

Riddick had been the first she'd wanted that way and the only one who hadn't had her. After signing with the mercs, enduring weeks of the sadistic violation the five men crew performed on her immature body, she'd gotten a whole new audience to abuse her. This time a cloth to flatten her chest or her low-pitched voice hadn’t helped at all. These mercs had been just as good as Riddick in seeing through her and she'd been a fucking moron.

With a cock packed against the back of her mouth there was no arguing who got the right to rape her.

When selling her off to a rich bastard and his private army for amusement, the mercs had simply explained her lost innocence by saying how the kids these days were getting dirtier than whores. She'd found her reason to kill after that one: An eye for an eye. The fuck with God for not granting women the power to rape!

And now as they stood together she felt the strange obsession making its way back to her after she'd kept it suppressed for years. Being so close used to fuck up her head so easily. The world would shut up and there'd just be him and she and she'd smile. She hadn't smiled like that for years now: Had no reason to as all people wanted from her was to taint her more.

Ugh, she had to be a fucking retard to still rear her old need for his presence. The admiration was now gone, but the lust had remained and if possible grown only stronger with time. It’d awakened even back on Crematoria, but the heat of the battle, the thrill of their escape had been silencing its voice until now. Kyra blinked her eyes shivering to the realization wishing that he took her tottering as something caused by her memories, not his closeness.

She would have to pull herself through this. She couldn’t go down that road again. He’d just toss her away or worse reject her and add to the old wound inside. Then a sudden thought appeared to circle her head: Perhaps she could use this to hurt him instead. Maybe that was the whole reason why she wanted him: To get her revenge, to have him wanting her and needing her like she'd needed him and then abandon him.

Or then it was just the time for a rematch between him and her. The last time she'd kissed him there'd been sheer amazement to break his stoic mask, but he'd pushed her away: The attempts of a 12-year-old to seduce a stoned killer. Maybe this time she could actually claim what was hers for Riddick was hers.

Slowly she moved her head so she could see his face and reach out to steal a kiss just like that time. He too noticed that she was moving. Perhaps the girl was snapping out of it? Yet he didn’t remove his arms around her. There was something strange in the way she looked at him almost as if she knew a secret that he had no clue about and was thinking how revealing that secret might do him so much harm. He wasn’t too far off with his evaluation as it turned out…

Kyra pushed herself higher by rising over her toes as her hands climbed his neck and suddenly forced his face against hers while her lips captured his. He tasted like skin and something strong that her senses were unable to recognize. Before she had the time to raise enough courage for a full investigation, his muscles had already hardened and his strong hands closed above her elbows tearing her away from him in a violent manner like he was removing a leech from his back.

"Don't fucking insult me!" he shouted when pushing her off. His powerful voice was saturated with authority and sheer temper she’d managed to heat up and it quivered inside her chest.

She scowled at him angry for the rejection and his reducing words. She wasn’t some whore from the street!

Her shoulders tensed as she glared back at him despising his reaction. "Oh, so it’s still 'not meant for me', eh Riddick?!" she spat at her and pushed him back with violent pushes catching his shirt inside her fist, when he finally restrained her wrists.

"You don't know who you're trying, Kyra." He warned her. The dark goggles over his eyes only added to his cruel expression when he tore her hands off their grip from his shirt. The fluids in her mouth tasted bitter.

"I can take it!" she yelled and dashed at him only getting caught and slammed roughly against the wall. He bound her hands together with his and lifted them high above her head holding her above the floor with his other hand that had taken her from her groin. The position was the exact same one he’d restrained her with back on Crematoria and felt even more uncomfortable now than back then. She grimaced at him to express the difficulty of such a position, but he only tightened his grip.

“You gonna spank me now?” she asked viciously and watched him tilt his head almost amused.

"How about I fuck you in the ass whilst you're chained to the wall? Don't tell me that doesn't sound intriguing?" his dark and sharp voice cut her striking each word to the back of her head. It also made her realize the full extent of his words. He was implying that they were nothing alike and she knew nothing about him.

Would he really hurt her? Fear poured through her with the speed of light as the reminiscence of old 'lovers' made her feel cold unlike ever before. The next moment he released her from his grip letting her slide down the wall and fall on the floor. Then he just walked away without looking back. Kyra was left mending her aching wrists that he’d bruised with that position.

There was no game of power here. He was in charge just as always and she kept on forgetting her place. She was to admire him, trust him and to do it all with her fucking mouth shut. Kyra lifted her knees to her stomach and wrapped her hands around her head feeling how a throbbing headache approached.

She rubbed her neck eyes burning. No way in hell she’d cry with him here to watch!

“If you think screwing me will make you feel somehow better, you ain’t all home sister.” Her eyes spotted Riddick sitting on the chair again. The bitter taste took her mouth over again: Like swallowing dirt.

“Is that really what you’ve become, Jackie?” as if he was sad one bit. “Shut the fuck up!” she responded.

“…you don’t know anything…” her whisper vanished into the air.

Finding herself again she rose from the spot he'd left her at. She moved towards him again wiping her sweating hand to the side of her trousers as she walked entrancingly.

Riddick sensed her approach and sighed unnoticed. Now she just had to be decided about it all. That lust in her eyes emerged again and he could read her needs from her body like he was reading a graphic novel. Yet Riddick settled for observing when she straddled on top of him laying that small ass of hers on top his crotch. Each limber limb against him ready to move all those muscles she'd gained while doing some mining back in Crematoria. All those muscles ready to add to the pleasure she wanted to give him.

"Why sulk, Riddick? You came to get me and you got me. We won. Why not celebrate just a little?" she asked performing scrutiny on his rigid body parts with her hand. She gave a quick glance down smiling her own seducing smile pleased with his reaction. "I see you agree."

Then she simply swept him along with her into the world of oral pleasure as her lips closed his and she charged his mouth with her tongue while rubbing herself against him. She was already hot and wet and more than ready to act, but a little foreplay was needed to make it just right so she attempted to go even deeper into him. The next she knew was the sharp sensation of pain cutting her tongue.

Kyra's lips parted from his quickly as her face was contorted with pain. She moved her hand over her lips, but red blood escaped her mouth falling down her chin and staining her hand as well. Riddick simply looked back tasting the blood that was in his mouth as well with casualty as if it was all planned. She swallowed her own blood bitterly when the realization came to her: he'd really bit her on purpose.

"You fucking bit me!" she muttered trying to keep the blood from escaping her mouth. Riddick pulled her closer from her neck forcing her to kiss him again just long enough to exchange some blood and then he released her again. "Why I thought you might enjoy it. A regular bitch like you." he commented licking his bloody lip.

She was begging for it: For him to lay her down hard and fucking beat her senseless. For anyone else he would’ve already done that and delivered himself from the annoyance, but he couldn’t do that to her. She’d been true earlier. She’d come after him, to search him, that stupid child. In a way it was his fault she’d ended up this way: So utterly fucked up.

So was it his responsibility to fix her up? He’d left her the last time they’d faced this problem. Hell, she’d been 12 at the time! What the fuck was he supposed to do? Admit that he had a soft point for her? No fucking way.

Now it seemed the tables had turned. She was old enough to know how the game was played and he couldn’t reject her pleading to her age. The truth was that he wasn’t quite as sure as before that he even wanted to.

"Too bad it ain't you I want, Kyra." he suddenly announced remembering the way things had been in the past as he made life pour back into her frozen figure. She was staring at him speechless and probably ready to explode with anger. His shining eyes simply replied her glare with his usual confident way. He remained stoic where anger built inside her.

"I thought screwing a real woman would’ve been better than fucking yourself with a memory on top of your mind." she announced crudely leaning closer to his face so that her bosom and those bud nipples brushed his chest teasing her senses. Riddick smirked in his own taunting way while he grabbed her from her shoulders. "Don't get me wrong, lover-" he started and forced her to confront his eyes.

"-But I came here for Jack, not this Kyra show you have going on." The arrow hit its target making her face turn red with anger. She squeezed her fists closed clenching his shirt between her fingers to gain a hold of him. "Surely disguising yourself with the bitch role works better than being a boy, but I find something truer in you that way, Jackie." His hand rose to her hair and cheek even though she refused his touch over her strained jaw.

The young seductress had apparently had enough as she tried to climb from him, but Riddick locked her still with amazing speed and managed to climb partly on top of her before she could really attempt her escape. He slammed her against the arm of the chair switching sides with her so that he could keep her still. With his thigh pressed over her leg he'd been able to capture her against the chair. "Stop it!" she snarled struggling to get her leg free from under his. "The game not so exciting anymore, Jackie?" he asked clearly amused. As an expert of the human mind he'd already anticipated her wearying to this game as soon as he'd bring up the real trouble.

Kyra? No thanks! The hardball Jack was trying to play didn't succeed with him. Not with him, who'd watched this girl waste a merc for him. Not him who'd known the real her long before she'd even had a clue. Even with that cloth covering her bosom and her shaved head and bass voice he'd smelled her gender and been able to blow her cover from the first moment. 'Kyra' was just another attempt to protect her from the unknown after 'Jack' hadn't made it. Riddick stroke her arm almost gently as if to say she didn't need to fear anymore now that he was here.

She yanked her arm from his reach as the gentle gesture was making her itch for him even worse. The cut on her tongue had apparently closed up as no more blood floated inside adding to their oral enjoyment. Too bad really, cause Riddick seemed to go the blood, she thought avoiding the glance of those shining eyes.

He was still waiting for her. She knew now he wouldn't want Kyra, but Jack. All she had to do was give up and it was the last thing she wished to do. Fuck the fact that Kyra hadn't been able to get her ass out of that slam where she'd still be rotting if it weren't for the shiny eyed killer. Regressing to Jack would mean being dependant on Riddick again and there no way in hell she'd trust him just so he could walk away again and go on some holy crusade of his to keep her safe!

A fire burned in her eyes and it was strong enough to last forever or so he figured. Better to hasten her surrender, he decided his mouth curving to a mean smirk.

The shiv was in his hand before she could react and being slow he was able to move his hand around her and grab her hair in the other while the other performed the required action. Her curls fell on the floor while she kicked the chair over and fell against the floor with her side first. For the few seconds she could breathe freedom she inhaled as much air as she could in order to shout. He was on of her again more than soon and the shiv hit the floor right next to her ear when he locked her still against the floor.

Face to face they glared at each other intensively, Riddick's face remaining as motionless as stone whilst Kyra prepared to rip his lungs out with the shiv placed next to her head. "Get off me!!" she yelled trying to push him off with no success as he remained on of her like the heavy darkness in her nightmares and didn't even budge. The man was all muscle which made her attempts futile and finally her hands collapsed as she acquiesced under him and began to tremble thoroughly. Her trepidation was something he had expected to happen. He needed it to draw out the one he truly wanted and needed and had thought all these years. "Shhhhh, Jackie." he whispered and raked her remaining hair with his big hand while holding her on the floor. His muscles tensed offering her all the safety in the world, the same she'd clung onto on that time in the far past when she'd learned to fear the dark.

"...you weren't there..." she cried through the tears, but her tone of voice wasn't blaming and he knew it and just comforted her in his arms.

In her childhood dreams he'd come and hold her after a vivid nightmare so much like this and he'd see her for what she was, not a nice kid, but a young woman and he'd finally take all she was offering him. That deep reverence Imam had always thought to be just her idolizing him because he saved them could've always been drawn parallel to lust and love. Inside of her, even from the first time she'd heard about him or caught a glance at him, the need and addiction to him had been growing.

And how did Riddick feel? She was his. She owed his life to him and even from that first stolen kiss that had awoke him to the conclusion that it was no brotherly admiration she felt for him, he had felt drawn to her. But his promise to Fry, to keep them safe and away from harm, had fought him every step of the way.

Riddick had died somewhere on that planet, so he was supposed to be a better man than that and to take advantage of a child just would've been wrong in all the ways possible. It would've engulfed him with even grater guilt for Fry's death.

And where had all of this gotten him? Sometimes doing the right thing means doing the wrong thing. He looked at his Jack, her little insecure jaw as it tensed when she pressed her teeth together again to end the flow of tears. He breathed deep and waited for her to look at him in her usual cheeky way and throw a comment that showed just how much her verbal communication skills had developed during the years.

When she was finally in charge of her emotional side again and the last wave of angst was down her throat she could start thinking again. This was just great. She'd been so sure and full of confidence and he'd stripped it all down to the little girl who'd run away from home in search for adventure. Her hand climbed her neck. And he'd also cut her curls making her look like a boy again.

Though maybe that was his drill:  Maybe the bad-ass serial killer actually went for little boys? What an amusing thought.

She poked his chest making him pull back a bit. "What the fuck are you looking at?!" she snapped having her fierce temper show a bit just to prove him that he'd actually acquired shit with that little act back there.

There was no answer. He knew better than that. He knew the rules of this game. When he reached for her hand slowly she didn’t shun him and allowed him to move closer. If she was waiting for a fucking apology she was wrong… “Jackie..." he breathed her name into her ear. His fingers held her jaw. "My beautiful Jackie." he called her before kissing her as her eyes grew wide.

So it was all about control? He’d needed her to bow her head before giving up. She’d had to realize that he was the one who called the shots before he could be for her as well. Regression into the reflection of the past: He still saw her the way she’d been. She moved her hand behind his neck preparing to open his mouth with another kiss.

Yet something was wrong. Something was needed. Riddick froze to the thought and she stopped as well glaring at his goggles that hid his light sensitive eyes from everything else. She'd taken his face as hers, but now her hands slid down as he rose from her and began walking to the entrance of the room. She rolled to her stomach very much struck by disbelief.

"No." the plead escaped her lips as she recognized his intentions. "Shhhhh..." he calmed her down with his voice. "I'm gonna show you there ain't nothing to fear in the dark." he promised right before switching off the lights and bringing a dark shaded with blue upon them both. Then he walked back to her taking the goggles from his eyes and dumping them on the bed. She shivered a bit when he joined her over the floor and brought his hand to her stomach.

"One rule..." his steady voice announced, but she couldn't see him in the dark. She only felt his touch advancing on her skin. "There's no turning back."

She didn’t pull back and he smiled knowing she was now past the point of return. He’d make sure she’d never wanna return again.

He gave her no time to think about the darkness, but began pulling her shirt off instead and she assisted him by straightening her hands above her head so that he could pull the clothing off her. When the harmless piece of clothing was no more covering her he brought it to his face inhaling her warmth and the musky scent that her sweat and dead skin cells had printed over the fabric.

Such a sweet scent. He barely made himself stop and put the shirt away. Jack moistened her lips under sweet anticipation that his presence had created. It was enough to drive her fear for the dark away.

He was leaning over her again and his warm breath on her bare skin left a feeling of unease. He saw her in the dark where she was blind to him and admired her beauty hungry to taste more of her though all of this was for her pleasure - not his.

He cupped her breast inside his fist kneading it warily not to hurt her. Then he brought his mouth over her nipple sucking and nibbling it with his teeth until it hardened into a nub and he felt her chest rise in ecstasy. He moved onto her other breast warming its centre inside his mouth as her taste and scent were becoming torturous for his senses. If the beginning of their merging was torturous for Riddick, it was twice as hard to her as he didn't allow her to participate. He pushed her hands back above her head, when she attempted to bring them to him. Now he was driving her insane with lust and need and she closed her eyes moaning as the pleasure that her body radiated brought her unwanted paralysis.

The stasis of her heated body was becoming unbearable. The need was too much. She was already moistened and ready for him to take her, but instead he continued on driving her towards the edge using his tongue to trace shapes on her breasts while advancing towards her neck. She gasped out loud at the sensations building inside of her. It was all so new, so bizarre to her, but at the same time a strange joy emerged from the depths of her making her unable to quench her lust.

When Riddick finally claimed the first rough kiss while the breeze from the window swept through the trail of his saliva and caressed her humid skin she felt a shiver pass through her body and forced her weak muscles to lift her knee by his waist. Then as her waist followed the knee and she pressed herself tighter against his muscular body, she could finally feel his arousal. Seemingly pleased with the effect she had on him she took his shirt inside her fist pulling him even closer so that she could rub her weak spot against his hardness.

He bruised her lips with his and forced her lips open with his tongue. Slowly he invaded her mouth and she felt how he filled her with her own flavour. She became almost desperate to taste him as well so she took his head between her elbows to keep him from escaping her just so she could continue exploring mouth in her search for his savour. Learning each other's flavours they had soon consumed one another's oxygen and the distress of the passion they both attacked with drove their lips apart from them to breathe. She panted heavily glaring straight into his shining eyes and released one hand from around his neck sliding it first inside her pants and then past her folded entrance. She was wet indeed and he back arched when she used her finger to gather her juice for him to taste. Then her hand returned to them and he took it inside him mouth licking it clean like a pet feeding from the hand of his master. Her control lasted only for a short moment but she liked it more with him in charge anyway.

He kissed her skin from her eye corner to the point where her jaw connected with her neck leaving her moaning with her strong voice when he rose over his elbow just to look at her again. "Riddick..." she pleaded her voice weak and hoarse from thirst. Her mouth was left ajar just for him to kiss her and close it. His hand slid to her flat abdomen running up her pale skin towards the two elevations where her dusky nipples rested. His hand took the other inside when she bit his neck lightly smiling in the dark.

She was beautiful. His Jackie: All grown and full of voluptuousness that no other lover had been able to bring out. All spared for him. Her lips touched the skin behind his ear, brushed his earflap before she was caught in the look of his mesmerizing eyes. Facing each other for that one split second made butterflies torture her stomach. It was as if a wave was crashing over her, drowning her. She felt like opening her mouth as wide as she could and crying out that one word that would capture it all. That's how right it felt that it was him of all making her feel that way. Kyra... Jack... both just reflections of the unsure girl who'd shaved her head in admiration of this man.

She tilted her head to kiss him again, to drink more of the aphrodisiac that was bringing her closer and closer to the long desired gratification she'd never felt with any of her rapists. He was holding the key to release her from this rapture that was waging war inside of her even now. He called her to claim that key and rise higher than she'd ever been before.

Finally her curious hands found his belt and the edge of his shirt hidden inside his pants. She could literally feel him smile against her neck, when her hands worked on opening the belt that was the lock holding him back. "You sure you wanna go there, Jackie?" he asked teasing her. His tongue licked the sensitive area by her hairline and behind her ear and she couldn't help wriggling a bit when her nerves carried messages all over her body fucking up her senses for good. All she felt anymore was pleasure - overwhelming pleasure.

Then the belt gave in and she slid it from him waist pulling his shirt that he'd tucked inside his pants. Her hands caressed his muscles lifting his shirt high above his chest and away to his hands as he assisted her in removing the obstacle in their way. Then when the last of the shirt passed by his hands and he returned to caress her breasts she brought the shirt to her nose just like he'd done to her shirt earlier and inhaled his powerful scent squirming in place below him when the all too familiar sensations of his play with her made her gasp and moan in pleasure.

The shirt fell from her hands and she moved her head to his chest catching his nipple between her teeth. She twisted it and licked his hurt skin, but Riddick didn't shiver as he did even though she did feel his breath grow warmer. How she loved his trained body now more than ever. Her nails ran through every little valley between his muscles. She didn't need eyes nor could she see in the dark, but her hands felt their way through him until she met with his waist again. Those pants really had the habit of getting on her way, she thought preparing to move the obstacle for good, when she could feel his hot hands slide down her each side and then under her pants sliding them lower as they progressed towards her soft point where her thighs met. Again he was faster than she was and he moved away from her leaving her cold and alone. She held onto his shoulders as they drew away from her. His hands reached her soft point warming them in her heat that was radiated and calling them to explore her secrets.

Porcelain skin: pale and smooth. He smiled at her pleased to see that she was shaved. Those jail bugs could grow quite vicious somewhere warm and dry...

Then he touched her first fold knowing that he was reaching the honey pot. Unfolding her he kissed one fold at a time finding his way to her entrance where the warmth and torturous scent was coming from. Kept on the breach of starving he was craving for some sweet. She was quivering at his touch, her back arched and she panted not of exhaustion but of passion as if her entire consciousness had shifted into one place in her body.

One finger slid inside of her gathering honey around it and another joined it soon enough. Her inner walls clasped his fingers and her mouth opened to express the coming wave only that no words came out. Her throat was dry, her mind overcome by him as she was awestruck with the way he made her feel.

She couldn't take any more for long now. She was reaching her limits as he began kissing her swollen folds again and entered her with her tongue after he'd decided his fingers couldn't possibly gather enough honey at once. He reached deeper inside her than anyone before making her weak with lust, filling her with that feeling when you're on the edge of a knife and hollow perfection passes down your throat with edges of steel and flame. He kindled her so easily. She was burning down to every last limb by now.

And just as he was about to begin another mind-blowing attack on her to drive her further and further she forced her weak body to motion. She needed him away from her deepest, to warm her again just like before and then she needed him to enter her fully and finally let her rest after their merge would be complete.

She pulled him back up to her forcing his lips to caress her neck. She buried herself in him feeling life return to her frozen shell that was holding back the fountain of lava she knew would erupt. Her hands hurried to open the buttons on his pants working faster than on any lock she'd ever had to pick. Her head pushed back giving him access to her jaw and shoulder that he pressed tightly to her side as he bit her roughly only adding her ardour.

As Riddick a bit from her he realized what she was so impatiently doing sensing now that she was ripe enough for the Grande finale. While pulling her up from the ground he could feel how she was pulling his pants off. Her remaining clothes, the pants that had held onto her knees, fell to the ground once they stood up together and were soon joined by his pants. Kyra was glad to realize that he either wore any underwear. They stood together so close that she felt his arousal and he could trace her breathing from the way her hard nipples moved up and down his chest.

Slowly his hand moved to the small of her back feeling her tight ass as it moved up. She stood still captured again by his eyes, the only part of him the dark would reveal. Then he pushed her closer to him and ready to embrace his fullness and accept his request to enter she lifted her thigh wrapping her around his. Riddick's free hand moved under her armpit and supported her neck bringing her head closer to him. His lips brushed her forehead and then he took the final steps pinning her between himself and the wall and closed her mouth with his as his other hand lifted her up.

She caught the plot immediately and wrapped her legs around him feeling how his hands travelled down her spine towards her ass. The sweetest sensation filled her right before she felt his shaft thrust past her wet folds into the centre of her rose. His hands grabbed her ass while his departed from hers beginning another round of smaller kisses over her neck and chest. She pushed her head back overcome by the combination of things he was doing to her. Everything was multiplied by her senses and then again by her brain that simply couldn't translate the celestial message and instead broke it down into commands to unleash an undefined amount of the substances that made her feel absolute euphoria.

She arched with each stroke throwing her head as sweat began to flow down her back. The heat was incredible and the feeling to struggling was taken away by his lips as they claimed her his again. And there lost inside him she felt more than she was. Her senses exploded into a blurry message of pleasure. His teeth grazed her tongue again opening the wound just enough to bleed a bit for them both and she tasted blood again.

She was climbing. The edge of the knife was closer than ever. Her voice was so very divine to his ears when she moaned his name before he absorbed her words with his mouth again. Her hands held him tighter and when they parted she pressed her cheek against his closing her eyes as their dance heated even more.

Then she was there. The knife on of the pinnacle she'd been climbing to cut her and she wailed exhaling all her air as pleasure became oblivion for them both. He exploded into her and for a moment they were merged together: motionless, but shivering.

She was the first to move. Her cheek grew apart from his to see those dark silver eyes. She was exhausted, but that energy, that spark was still inside tingling her. It was her release and it felt so good. She tilted her head bringing her finger to his lips. Quite a victory dance...

What was there to say? She didn't know. Everything in her felt new. She was glowing inside. So really it'd been someone who'd broken her hymen, but it was him who'd taken her virginity.

"How's that for satisfactory?" he asked moving her hair from her face as he lifted her over his arms on his way to the bed.

"Adequate." she replied when he lifted her over the bed. Once he joined her she was already by his side stretching herself against him placing her heavy head over his chest feeling a sudden feeling of weariness along with her fulfilment that was as full as the taste of true vanilla melting inside your mouth. Lost in oblivion she allowed herself to relax by his side.

He kissed her temple holding her safe in the dark just like in the good old times.

Yet inside a feeling of slight repentance was rising. Fry's pent-up cry tried to emerge from inside of him, but this time he blocked it. Since when the hell had he had a conscience over some dead bitch he'd failed to save? Kyra's hand moved across his chest, but she was already asleep, simply adjusting her position.

After all he was taking care of her. In the best possible way, one might add.

The End.