A/N: Thank you all for the encouraging start to my new stories:)...Because some of you requested a short recap of the story these chapters are based on, I put together a little synopsis of DYWTTTD. You can skip it if you like and jump directly to the new chapter! As always, enjoy!
Don't you want to try to die? Synopsis
In Deep Space, the part of the 'verse controlled by the Yautja Empire – the dreaded Predators with a knack for hunting – the blonde human Wraith, Scarback, Captain of the Kumary, hears of a disturbance across the borders: Necromongers and their fleet are sweeping through the Universe, converting or killing the Preds' favourite prey. Currently leading them to their sacred ground is Riddick, famous Bad Blood of the 'Verse, with an agenda of his own.
After counseling with her clan, Scarback Carolyn is sent to deal with the problem, and Fry – rescued, reborn and not so right in the head no more – knows exactly how to handle the situation. Catching up with Riddick face-to-face serves both of them a lesson as they decide to take the next step into the Underverse and bring back Jack, who may or may not be dead.
Joining them are a confused Vaako and a scheming Aereon, while back on the Basilica, Lya and Garreth – Fry's new crewmembers and fellow Wraiths – are storming the ship in order to rescue Jack's crypt from a Deep Space raid, not knowing that Riddick has placed his charge in the hands of a faithful follower, Gwendolen the Necromonger.
Once they reach the Underverse, Riddick, Carolyn and co. experience dream-like sequences featuring a cameo of good ol' dead Johns. Tensions run high as Riddick and Fry have to deal with the mounting strain between them. Shivs come out and blood is drawn and Imam has to mediate before both of them can reach hero status.
Once a truce is called and Vaako is back in the gang, they meet up with the true horror of Underverse in a place called Alysum: O'dley, a grotesque child who holds within her the many personalities of Jack: the girl Audrey, the stowaway and the vicious Kira. As realities split, each man must face a different facet of this dread, so Carolyn is stuck with an abused and repressed Audrey, while Riddick deals with a sexually frustrated Kira. Meanwhile, Vaako faces the former Lord Marshal and learns the secrets of his race.
Their battles lead to a rupture in the fabric of the Underverse and everything collapses around them. Victorious or not, they must now run for their lives and get out of this nightmare, hoping that Jack has found her way back. They barely manage to reach the ship, and Vaako is injured severely, but they fly off the planet and back to the 'verse.
Here, the Necro Armada has been defeated and the Yautja are waiting for the final trial. Also, other lost Furyans are making their appearance, with Lya, Garreth, Gwen and a still sleeping Jack as their hostages. In the arena, Riddick must make a stand in order to claim back what is his – or what he thinks is his – and Fry is none to happy about it.
After a fierce battle with a Predator, Riddick lapses into a coma from his injuries, leaving Carolyn to deal with a newly awoken Jack, a misfit Gwen, a bitter Vaako and her own clan. On top of that, Furyans are still tagging along in search for a home. Matters are settled, Riddick is up and about and Carolyn has to make a decision all over again: stand up and take Riddick's hand. Which – this time – she does.
In the end, Furyans, Wraiths, Gwen, Jack, Carolyn and Riddick set course for Furya and for building a new home. Many, many years later, a bed-ridden Jack hints at the difficulties they all faced with the daunting task of bringing Furya back to its former glory. Tales of new and old settlers, the battles fought and the ones they won, Jack tells of them all with happiness and sorrow intermingled. In her words, Fry and Riddick never parted, but that's another story…
…to be told in the The Wrath, the Wraith and the Furyan.
A/N2: WARNING! This is a heavily M (from MATURE) rated chapter! Please read responsibly!
PS: Shalimar is the Muslim doctor from Deep Space entrusted with Carolyn's health after the Pred recovery-technology began to endanger her life. She is now a permanent resident of Furya. That being said, I give you…
…Furyan Nights - "Don't You Want To Try To Die" universe, OneShot sequel. Nights on Furya were not what Fry expected them to be. RxF
The night was hot and damp, a true Furyan skin-itcher. Having been used to the arid temperatures of the Yautja homeplanet, Carolyn had expected to accommodate rather soon to the sweaty smooth feeling the nocturnal Furyan saunas would inevitably bring on. Instead, her skin felt tight and prickly and she had to repress the urge to rake the flesh off her already traumatized back with her bare hands. Her self-control was crawling helpless between the long discarded sheets, but she refused to give in to temptation lest she molest the man who was slumbering away beside her, unaware of the blonde woman's distress.
She let out a quiet sigh and squirmed a little on her side of the bed, trying to stick to as natural a movement as possible. The day had been long and equally frustrating, with Riddick not speaking, but growling at best. He had only relatively calmed down after a shower marathon – the number of sessions having grown alarmingly from five to twelve a day – and slumped on the bed for the first time in three days. That was were she had found him, gloriously naked and clean, goggles left on the floor for her to trip on. He liked to remind her that for all the things Carolyn could do, seeing in the dark was not one of them. And the monster didn't even pull the curtains so the room was dimly lit by not one, but two Furyan moons. Yet another reminder of how she should really let Shalimar have a look at her prematurely failing vision. He liked doing that to her. Talking rarely ever had the same effect as showing her first hand that he was right and she was wrong in the inevitable arguments that came between them.
She had stripped in silence, waiting for the tell-tale twitch in his body that would inform her it was safe to climb into bed and not get a shiv in the gut. Barely perceptible, she would feel it in her stomach and sometimes in the back of her eyes, like she did all his movements. She had wiggled her small body under a scrap of a cover, because, of course, Riddick could not be bothered to pull it away and slept on top of it.
He was really in a foul mood. Or maybe just tired. There were things that needed to be done on Furya that required his active presence, but Carolyn had soon found out that bringing several head-strong, defiant Furyans together, none of which had the slightest respect for authority, did not bide well for a successful outcome. It was simply too early for trust. Which left Riddick to being Riddick. A badass motherfucker who would sooner shoot you than salute you. Carolyn herself had earned a reputation of being allergic to people. But generally things got done. Eventually.
She had been asleep for an hour, maybe two, when the itching began. She had pushed the sheets away and rolled on her other side, with her back to Riddick, and actually wished for a rougher mattress. Which was big, considering the hassle she had gone through with Shalimar in finding just the right mattress that would be perfect for her reconstructed back, while Riddick swore he would not let her live that one down. Not all people were fortunate enough to be able to sleep on logs, like he did, lucky bastard. Just like he did now, oblivious to the irritating atmosphere and what it did to her skin.
Suddenly pissed with the whole thing, Carolyn reached with her hand and scraped her fingernails against the small of her back, in an attempt to alleviate the burning prickling sensation. She didn't like touching her own back, feeling the dents of countless scar marks and all. Thinking that scratching this hard would probably add a new set to it. Apparently, Riddick was thinking the same way, because he reached for her hand and held it still.
"Stop it!"
Carolyn rolled over to him and found herself staring into his silvery eyes, her right hand trapped underneath her by his larger one.
"Hello to you too." They hadn't seen each other at all that day.
Riddick's lips parted in a mischievous grin as he gave her lean body a full scan. She was bony, she knew it. And had scrawny knees.
"Have an itch you can't scratch?"
She smirked back at him, watching in fascination as the not so slumbering beast crawled on top of her, nuzzled her neck, biting and laving the soft skin there with his tongue, as the captor hand released her smaller one and petted her back like he did with his hounds. Her slender fingers took hold of the back of his neck, working the tense muscles, while her left hand traveled the length of his freshly shaven scalp.
"Maybeee…" she drawled, lost in the sensation of accommodating his naked body to her own.
He snickered and ran a calloused hand down her back, up her thigh and rested in the crook of her right knee, lifted it and hooked her leg on his waist.
"Well, then maybe you should take a bath..."
She closed in on his mouth and violently pushed herself in, feeling the texture of his tongue against her own. Carolyn deepened the kiss to the point she was practically wolfing him down and bleeding her own lips, but that always happened when he was being particularly anal about something. If she could get hurt off him, then she'd guilt trip him like nobody's business. And some people called that love.
Riddick backed out of the devouring kiss and lapped at the tiny droplets of blood the clenching of their teeth had sprinkled on his good girl's lips. She was being feisty tonight. And bitchy to boot.
"I would if someone hadn't used up all the hot water."
Riddick didn't mind an aggressive Carolyn. Especially in bed. It didn't happen as often as he would have wished it, aggressive or not. There always seemed to be something else to do, something time and energy consuming. Months and months after the end of Furya's do-over and he could actually still count how many times he had had Carolyn in bed or elsewhere. Usually elsewhere. There was a conspiracy, he knew it. There were the purist Furyans urging him to take a pure-blooded female as mate, as if there were oodles of them just loitering around, then there was the rest of the Furyan population eagerly awaiting for an heir, pure blooded or not, and Shalimar was all over him to take it easy on Carolyn who was still recovering from all the previous recoveries and the Preds breathing down his back to get their prized Wraith and their prized Hunt and Carolyn herself, erecting barriers he systematically had to destroy in order to keep her from hurting him beyond repair.
Under these circumstances, wrestling Carolyn to bed, in bed or out of it, was fast becoming his favorite sport. He supported his crushing weight on strategically positioned arms so as to allow access to that which he could never get enough of: the feeling of her hair wrapped around his fingers. He had even gone into the habit of cutting it for her just to stop the woman from hacking it unevenly. Carolyn's hands came down from behind and rested on his face, ghosting over his cheekbones and finally drawing his head closer to her quieted lips. He complied and let her kiss his eyes, before he broke loose and buried his nose in the mass of her blonde hair. He could feel himself throbbing with need for her, augmented by the brush of her nipples as she arched against his chest and by the things her wet tongue did to his ear. In retaliation, he sucked on her earlobe and whispered coarsely in the fragile shell:
"Then let's break some sweat, babe!"
True to his words, he untangled his fingers from her hair and slipped down her body until he reached her heaving chest. He liked the way his woman tasted. It was like biting out of fresh apples every time he took her breasts in his mouth. He was never gentle about it, could never bring himself to remember how soft she was there and more often than not, he left purplish marks in his trail. He was borderline sadistic about it, sucking and nipping and laving and sometimes brushing his unshaven jaws against the pert tips till they turned irritably red in his eyes. Tonight he would not stop until he heard her scream with need for him to cease.
Her hands, cradling his skull, were not defensive, her legs, wrapped around his waist, were still lax, with one heel resting comfortably on his right cheek and swaying gently in sync with his body.
So, Riddick molded his palm around one of her breasts and pushed it up, leaving the tender underside flesh open to his invasive mouth. He nibbled at first, satisfied with the tangy taste of her skin, but that didn't last long and was not nearly enough to intoxicate his heightened senses. He didn't feel like drawing blood. Yet. And she wasn't as tense as he would've liked her to be. Her eyes were closed and she seemed content, lost in the pleasure his body gave her. She was baiting him. And Riddick didn't like to disappoint her. He gave the breast one last lap and quickly moved to the other, this time nearly taking it whole into his mouth, his teeth sinking avidly into her flesh. She arched in response, pushing herself up, just as Riddick grazed her tightened aureole. His hand clasped the discarded breast, his finger thumbing her nipple, as his tongue laved the soft marked globe over and over again, before he latched his mouth firmly to it, rolling the small circular tip against his palate. Carolyn was already writhing beneath him, somewhere between insane pleasure and dumb pain, her heart rate doubled and her breathing hard.
Riddick could feel it in the back of his throat, as he roughly worked her breasts with his hand and mouth. Letting go with a small pop, he frowned at her ravaged chest, not quite pleased with the results, although her fingernails had dug deep in his shoulders and her legs were rubbing his body down pleadingly. Looking up, he could see her glittering eyes underneath pale eyelashes and he could hear her whimpering in some sort of agony. Her small hand ran over to his lips and he took the fingers in, not quite biting, but applying pressure with his teeth while his tongue circled her fingertips. She tasted so good, she smelled so damn fine, it was unnatural. And he could feel that in his painfully hardened length. But Riddick was a man on a mission and Carolyn owed him at least one scream. So, he bowed his head down again, kissing his way through the patch of skin between her breast, running his wet lips down to her bellybutton, forcing himself to stay there and not follow her scent deeper southwards, his hands still cupping the rounded flesh of her chest. Then he went up again and with his head cocked to a side he bit down on her right breast, eliciting a strangled cry from Carolyn, who immediately wound herself tighter around him.
He brushed his tongue one last time over her chest, stopping to suckle on her fiery nipples and nip the darkened aureoles until she bruised and thundered in his ear:
"Riddick…Fuck!"
He had to laugh at that one, simply because he couldn't disagree. His own body was beginning to vigorously protest against her inner thigh. And she was beautifully slick and wet and inviting.
"Enough sweat for ya, huh?" he drawled languidly as he positioned himself at her entrance. In response, she spread her legs wide apart, making room for his rather massive frame, one hand low on his back, urgently pushing him in, the other between his shoulder blades, where it seemed to belong even after all this time.
Surprised at how she opened up to him like never before, exposing herself in all her wet glory for his elongated organ to possess, Riddick scouted for the entry scar wound on her back, shielding it with his rough palm, while his other hand circled her shoulder. In one swift motion, he was within her, pushing himself against her constrictive muscles. She was so damn small and tight and resistant that he had to grit his teeth in agonizing ecstasy. He hoisted himself up for more leverage and drank in the image of the woman underneath him. Cast in shades of dark violet, her eyes large and murky with pleasure in the half-light of the two clouded moons, her hair moist, the Mark bloody red on her forehead, her lips parted with the effort of breathing, she looked…all his.
Carolyn held his gaze, knowing that every time he slept with her, he claimed another little part of her and that soon he would own her completely. She used to fear that. When they were together like this, with him deep inside her, grinding himself against her, slowly at first and then quicker as he blew past her defenses and her insatiable need of him grew stronger, she feared she would lose herself to him. This night was different. This night she got up and murmured against his sweaty lips, trying to pry them open with her tongue:
"Riddick…it's okay…please…"
She moaned at the touch of their chests, hers still aching with his abuse. But she found the sensation strangely pleasurable, the tip of her breasts stroking his chiseled chest in perfect motion with their bodies. It sent tingles down her spine and fires low in her belly. It was like an itch you could scratch, so she smiled and did it again, this time on purpose. Riddick groaned fiercely and ground her further against him, taking her mouth in as she languidly stroked him with her fingers. Her tongue duplicated the movement of her hands on his back, lavishing his palate with her savory softness. But her hips suddenly set a quicker pace, her inner muscles drawing him deeper inside, the friction ever more satisfying.
Balls deep, one hand fisted in her hair, the other raking her back, his mouth perused by her lapping tongue, Riddick found himself not in control of this woman, but rather reacting naturally to the rhythm set by her burning body. Detaching her mouth from his, she cried out as she worked herself to a climax, her eyes never leaving his. His head was buzzing with sensory overload: the woman was holding out for him, smelled ripe, tasted heavenly and felt like wet rippling silk wrapped around him. He pulled out, just to see her eyes go wide with shock and plunged back in with a mischievous smirk.
"That's for you being such a nasty tease, Carolyn…"
She was being random and rapt of a mind-altering orgasm and he endeavored to keep her that way for a while longer, at the cost of his own obvious discomfort. He continued his torturous game, pulling out swiftly and pushing back in slowly, while she arched her back and twisted her body violently. With one last effort of will, he grabbed her knees and rammed into her with a victorious roar. He was rewarded with the scream he had been going for all night, coming from deep within her chest as she came over and over again.
The night finally fell silent and Riddick tucked her head beneath his chin and smoothed the damp curls off her forehead. They were both soaked in each other's juices and earlier, Riddick had even lapped up the mingled fluids off Carolyn's thigh before gently kissing her swollen folds. He could smell him all over her. And all over him he had her scent. They probably even tasted similar. And in his world, that was as right as it would get. All protests from Carolyn were encompassed in a muffled sigh:
"Richard B. Riddick, you're such an overachieving bastard!"
…heh.
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