Title- She Lies (1/3)
Author- I'll Be Your Lie
Genre- Drama, Romance
Characters- Dame, Vaako, Riddick
Pairing- Slight Dame/Vaako
Disclaimer- I do not own The Chronicles Of Riddick or its characters.
WARNINGS- FXM, May Be OOC, Abuse
Author's Note: Had this done for a while but I'm proud of it... I really hope I didn't completely fail at writting Dame Vaako. I really don't like her but I don't think this came out to bad. Sorry it's so short... Hope you like it :)
I watch my husband trod from the throne room, mind processing and scheming much faster than I could hope to obey. My attention returns to the Lord Marshall once more. The breeder lounges in the uncomfortable thrown. His gaze is directed toward the floor blankly, silver eyes revealed as the black googles rest atop his head.
My time is now.
"Lord Marshall," Riddick lifts his head at my purr. I stalk toward him confidently. "May I have a word?"
The breeder's metallic eyes rake over my skin-tight forest gown. A flirtacious smirk curls my painted lips as my hips sway exaggeratedly during my approach.
"Mmm," Rumbles from deep within his chest as I bow low before him.
I straighten gracefully.
"My Lord, you are aware of our rituals." He nods resting his chin in his hand. "And you know our saying, yes?"
"Keep what you kill."
"That principle applies to many aspects of Necromonger society, as I'm sure you have been informed." A peek from under long lashes rewards me with a rumbling laugh and roaming silver eyes. "It pertains to their belongings as well. Soldiers, possessions, status... wives."
I slink foward seductively, time to seal the deal.
"S'at right?" A dark scowl overrides the smirk. His nose wrinkles as seems to scent the air. "You don't smell like Vaako."
I frown, confused before quickly recovering. This could work in my favor.
"I was actually meaning to speak with you about my husband, Lord Marshall. He has been unsatisfactory in his duties as of late. I have spent many a night alone. It troubles me. I am also somewhat concerned by one of your decisions my Lord."
"Yeah," A grin fit for a fox. "And just what would that be Dame?"
"Why has Vaako retained his position as First Commander?"
"Tired of high life Dame?" Riddick shoots, silver eyes dancing with private amusement.
"I adore my life, Lord Marshall, but," I glance up under my lashes once more, feigning concern. "Is it wise to allow a man who achieved his position from a bounty on your head remain?"
Confident, smirking lips curl. "Hasn't gotten me yet."
"Forgive me my Lord but, if I were you, I would not allow him to possess such a high title, especially if he held something I desired."
"Good thing you're not me, huh?" His nose scrunches once more. "Go speak with Vaako and get that scent off you."
A plastic smile streches my cheeks as I bow low. "As you wish my Lord Marshall."
As I exit, I ponder what stench it was that plagued my flesh. I had certainly not bedded anyone as of late, least of all Vaako. I had bathed in my best oils before visiting the Marshall. Odd.
After soom searching I discover Vaako in our chambers, peeling off his many layers of armor.
"Do you plan to bed the Marshall now?" Vaako growls as I approach.
"No, my Vaako, you still have a chance to become the Marshall." My slight hand grasps his chin to force his eyes to mine. "All you need to do is beat the new Marshall and I know you can do it Vaako!"
"I will not go against the Lord Marshall." He hisses, gaze hard and unrelenting.
"You weak excuse for a man!" I snarl, stricking his cheek. My palm stings as he staggers. The coward takes the abuse as I knew he would.
"I will not bed the Lord Marshall for your sake Vaako. Death would come swiftly to you should I leave." I soften my false words. "I will remain loyal to you Vaako, to us."
I kiss him as I always do. A clash of angry tounges and teeth, full of aggression. A fight for dominance.
Riddick will be a better time.
