Chapter 1; The End of Necropolis
Riddick was sitting on his throne as the ruler of Necropolis but he knew this wasn't going to last much longer. He missed his old life; he missed the freedom of it all, as did Kyra. They were both animals and they weren't meant to stay in one place for long. He'd been thinking it over ever since he saved Kyra from the UnderVerse nearly three weeks ago. It was time for them to go. He wouldn't miss any of this, all of the people, all of the work…all of the brightness. He was a creature of darkness, and a killer, an animal, a predator of the night. He didn't fit in this world. Thankfully Kyra felt the same way so getting her to go along with his plan had been easy. He would hand everything over to Vaako, the man wanted to rule so badly he had tried to kill the previous Lord Marshal to do it. Unfortunately for Vaako he wouldn't be able to kill Riddick and he knew that.
He was just waiting for the right time.
Vaako walked up, his wife on his arm like always. The pair bowed before him and Riddick had to resist the urge to roll his eyes at the gesture. Usually when people were bowing to him it was because they were begging him to spare their lives. "How many times have I told you not to do that?" he asked looking at them as they straightened.
"And I keep reminding you that until you leave it's going to happen." Vaako smirked and looked at his wife. "Leave us." She rolled her eyes but walked off. Vaako looked back up at Riddick. "When do you plan to go through with this?" he asked.
Riddick sighed and rubbed his eyes. He had abandoned the Necromonger uniform that the Lord Marshal usually wore in favor of black cargo pants and a black tank top as usual. He really didn't look like he belonged as a ruler of anything. "Probably within the next few days. Kyra and I are still planning things out." Vaako nodded and looked around the room at the guards that were posted at every door. Riddick had told them that he didn't need guards, but of course no one actually listened to him. It was ridiculous. "The night before I'll have you drop Kyra and I off on Helium Pride, I've already given the orders to go there."
Vaako nodded. "So you'll leave in the dead of night then?"
Riddick smirked. "It's what I do best." He sensed something behind him and for a moment was cautious, but he caught the subtle sent of perfume on the air and his smirk turned wicked. He waited, patiently and just looked up at Vaako.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, looking around. He had obviously caught Riddick's shifting mood, but he couldn't find the cause for it.
"Not at all."
"Then what are you smirking about?" he asked looking around.
"You'll see." Riddick's smirk only grew when he felt the presence right up behind his chair. Just then, a knife was placed against his throat. Vaako drew his weapon as did a few of the guards who had been watching but Riddick knew that his life wasn't threatened at all at the moment. He grabbed the arm of his would be killer and pulled her around the front of the chair, used his weight as leverage and threw them both to the floor, her arms pinned above her head. He smirked down at the wild cat beneath him. "Should I go for the sweet spot?" he asked.
She smirked up at him, her wild curls framing her face looking her just as feral as her temper. "Just to the left of the spine, forth lumbar down, the abdominal aorta?" she smirked and wrapped her legs around his waist, she used the fact that he had her arms pinned at her own leverage to swing her body up, tearing her wrists free and pinning him under her. "What a gusher."
Riddick smirked and sat up, running his hands up her sides as he buried his face in her neck. She was wearing one of the dresses Dame Vaako had brought to her last week, but Kyra had made her own modifications to it, made it short enough to move in. More like short enough for Riddick to feel the juncture of her legs pressed against his groin, hot and ready for him. He ran her hands over his head and down his neck as he bit and nipped at the skin of her neck, finding the hem of her dress.
They faintly heart Vaako clear his throat behind them as he turned to leave. Riddick only smirked against her skin and grabbed her ass, hauling her off the floor and heading for their bedroom. "Did I interrupt something?" she asked as he threw her back against one of the walls in the hallway that lead to their room.
"Not at all." Riddick's hands gripped her hips, hiking the hem of her dress up before he ripped it clean up the middle. He was happy to find that Kyra wasn't wearing anything under the cloth. He smirked up at her, his hands slowly parting the material giving way to her creamy skin. "No bra or panties…I must say, you certainly are a naughty girl, aren't you Kyra?"
Kyra smirked and wrapped her arms around his neck, digging her nails into the base of his skull, drawing blood from his skin as she raked them down his back. "I learned from the best." Riddick growled and claimed her lips in a hungry, demanding kiss that seared them both from the inside out. Kyra moaned against him as her body arched, her breasts rubbing against his chest through the fabric of his shirt. Fuck. He needed to get her to a bed. Now. He growled, pulling her off the wall and continued walking. Once they reached the door that lead to their room Riddick slammed Kyra up against her. Her head hit the hard wood and she groaned but bit down on his lip, pulling back on it and drawing blood. She was waking up the animal inside and once it was free there was no going back.
Riddick managed to fumble the door open, get Kyra inside and slam her up against it again. She called out his name on a gasp as the air left her lungs. Her hands started clawing at his shirt, her nails ripping it in half and letting the tattered pieces fall to the floor around them. Riddick smirked and pushed her higher up on the door and dipped his head to bury it in her neck. Kyra leaned her head to the side as she felt Riddick bite down on her pulse, demanding that she allow him more access to her neck. She moaned as Riddick's lips trailed down the side of her neck to her collar bone, leaving a trail of stinging biting kisses in his wake. She rubbed her nails over his shoulders and down his back then back up, enticing pleasured moans from him as his hands traveled up and down her sides, brushing his thumbs over the under curve of her breasts.
Kyra arched against him, her body a live wire of pleasure that thrummed through the synapses in her brain with the speed of lightning. She and Riddick hadn't been together many times, but Kyra loved the way that he could make it feel like the first time. She whined when his tongue snaked out from his mouth and traced around her nipple, staying away from the puckered tip. She writhed in his grip and dug her nails in his shoulders. "Riddick, please," she begged.
She felt him grin against her skin, his shining eyes looking up at her as one of his large calloused hands came up to cup her breast, molding it perfectly to his palm. "Please what, Kyra?" he asked, his thumb brushing over her nipple with a feather light touch.
"I need you, stop teasing me," she answered, arching into his touch, desperate for more. The burning between her thighs was driving her crazy and she craved the completion he was denying her. Had her legs not been wrapped around him she would have tried rubbing her thighs together to relieve the pressure that was slowly building. Instead, she settled for wrapping her legs around him tighter and rolling her hips against his, not only gaining the friction she was craving, but she also managed to drive Riddick crazy. He growled and Kyra could feel the hard throbbing length against her through the layer of his pants and the more she rolled her hips against it the harder it grew and the hotter it became.
"Damn it Kyra." He growled, spinning around, dragging her off the wall and carrying her to the bed. He dropped her down on it with a bounce, the springs creaking under her sudden weight. Kyra licked her lips as she watched Riddick reach for the belt around his hips and watched with hungry eyes as he freed it from the mooring. Riddick unbuttoned his pants and let them fall to the floor, allowing his hard cock free from the confines and Kyra had to resist the urge to attack him. He looked at her and gave her a wicked smirk when he saw the way she was staring at him. "See something you like?" he asked. Kyra just nodded her head and licked her lips as Riddick crawled over her, his muscular arms encasing her, trapped her under him. Kyra shivered, suddenly feeling like prey, and Riddick was something that was going to eat her. Of course, Riddick was a very dangerous man; he'd killed a number of people, giving him his reputation. Kyra had killed her own fair share of people, but she was nowhere near Riddick's talent. He could easily kill her if he wanted to. Thankfully she knew he wouldn't. It still didn't quell her fear of him.
Riddick's smirk only grew as he registered the look of slight fear in her eyes. He knew that it probably shouldn't make him so excited, but that look in Kyra's eyes only drove him wild. Kyra knew he wouldn't do anything to him, but it was good that she was scared. She should be. He dipped his head and kissed her hard. Kyra responded beautifully, her hands going to his face, pulling him closer, her legs instantly wrapping around him. Riddick groaned into the kiss when his aching length brushed against her tight, wet heat.
He was losing it, quickly. Kyra was driving him crazy and she knew what she was doing to him. He growled and pulled back, taking hold of his aching length, the contact relieving some of the pressure it was feeling as he guided to Kyra's opening and slowly pushed inside. It was like heaven. Kyra was like liquid silk, hot, tight, drenched, and her sex fluttered around him, urging him to move. Kyra moaned in pleasure as Riddick pulled his hips back slowly, holding her hips with enough force to bruise them. "Fuck Kyra," he groaned, slamming back inside. He lost it, forgetting all inhibitions and cares of cadging the animal inside. "Hold on to something," he warned through gritted teeth, his voice dark and dangerous.
Kyra didn't question him, she knew by now that the animal was loose and it was better to listen to Riddick then oppose him. She reached her hands above her head and gripped the thick iron poles that made up the headboard. As soon as she had her hands wrapped around them tightly, Riddick growled in approval and slammed into her. All rhythm or sense of it was forgotten as the animal took over Riddick's mind and body. His hips slammed roughly against Kyra's, slamming deep into her until he was hitting her cervix, proving that he was in her as deep as he could possibly go. Kyra's moans filled the room, steadily spiraling higher and higher as the pleasure increased, her legs wrapped around him squeezing his hips tightly, driving him on further.
They both knew that she was going to be sore and bruised in the morning, but neither of them cared or could do anything about it at the moment. The animals were out and the coupling taking place in the bedroom was driving them both crazy. Kyra growled and released the headboard as her own animal broke free. She launched up, wrapping her arms around Riddick's neck and rolling them, putting him under him. The pleasure in their bodies was rising faster, to dangerous heights. She placed her hands on Riddick's chest, rolling her hips, taking Riddick with hard quick thrusts. He groaned as his hands gripped her hips, his fingers biting into her hips as she rode him. "Fuck Kyra, just like that," he let his head fall back against the pillows as Kyra's hips slammed down on him with an erratic pace. "Ride me, just like that."
Kyra moaned and threw her head back as his hands up her sides, cupping her breasts, his fingers worrying her nipples between them, pulling on them, only making Kyra wilder. She moaned his name, her sex tightening around him as an orgasm barreled down on her, threatening to take Riddick over the edge with her. Riddick growled and thrust his hips up to meet her, slamming deeper into Kyra's body. She screamed his name, her nails biting into the skin of his chest. He growled a dangerous animalistic sound that warned Kyra that he was dangerously close. She was too.
Riddick's length bumped against something inside of her and Kyra's body tensed, the pleasure finally overloading her system as the orgasm over took her body. A silent scream froze in her chest and her sex rippled around him, pulling Riddick along with her. Riddick's hips thrust up, emptying himself into her, and his nails digging into her hips until they bled with little half moon marks.
Kyra collapsed onto Riddick's sweat covered chest, her own sweaty skin sticking to his as his big arms came around her, holding her close against him. They both lay like that until their breath had calmed again before Kyra lifted her head and looked up at him. "Are you okay?" he asked looking up at her, his hands winding into her hair, running through it.
Kyra nodded and rolled off Riddick until she was lying beside him, one of his big arms still wrapped around her. "I'm perfect," she said softly, her voice raspy from the screaming she'd been doing. She smiled a little and cuddled into him. Never in a million years would Kyra think that she would be lying in bed with Riddick, cuddled into his side, and his arm around her. Never had she even thought that she would be in bed with Riddick period.
"Good," Riddick muttered kissing her forehead. Kyra smiled slowly and closed her eyes, sleep claiming her body quickly. She mumbled something Riddick didn't catch before she was out. He sighed and turned onto his side, wrapping his other arm around her, keeping her inside his arms in a protective embrace. Hell knew he would do anything for her, it also knew that whatever he was planning, whatever they were going to go through in the future was going to test whatever they had going between them. He only hoped that they had what it took to make it through it.
