Day 6:-
Riddick jumped out of the bunk! She couldn't be far away – there's nowhere to go on a skiff. He looked around in the dark for her, his ears picked up the sound of the shower.
'Fuck!' He thought to himself. 'I'm panicking over this? I must be losing my fuckin' mind.' He knew how he felt about Fry; he just didn't like to admit it, even to himself.
He went to the small shower cubicle. "You can stay right there!" Fry shouted. Her hearing was as keen as his. "You needn't think you can come in here!"
She could see his shadow through the thin fabric of the shower curtain; she knew he would damn well come in if he wanted to – and he did, grinning at her!
He pushed her up against the back of the shower until her back came to rest on the cold steel wall.
"Don't tell me what the fuck I can and can't do," he used his hulking frame to block her in when she tried to squeeze past him. "Where the fuck do you think you're going? You stay right there!" His huge hand held her in place.
Fry pushed him but he wouldn't move. He just held her against the steel wall with his hand. She slapped him. She punched him. Riddick didn't flinch. He just turned around to face her full on and she saw his huge erection.
Fry shook her head. Riddick nodded his. He used his body to pin her against the wall, his cock pressed against her belly and he kissed hr, roughly. Fry felt her lip split and tasted blood in her mouth.
The shower turned off, as it did after five minutes, but neither of them noticed – showering was no longer the name of the game.
"You're not fighting very hard, Fry!" He cocked his head to one side and looked at her, grinning. Every time she threw him a punch he blocked her. Every time she kicked out at him he blocked her.
Riddick bent his head down, licking the spot of blood from her lip. As quick as lightening, her teeth bit into his tongue. He yelped in pain and stepped back a step. His hand shot to her neck and slammed her into the steel wall. Fry quickly regretted her last action.
"Bitch!" his hand tightened around her neck. Fry struggled to breath. His free hand went to her breast and squeezed hard, he watched her face for a reaction. Not getting the one he wanted he squeezed harder, feeling her tender flesh beneath his rough, calloused hand. Fry's hands went to Riddick's around her neck and she pulled at it, trying to loosen his grip. "Say you're sorry."
Fry shook her head. "Fuck you, Riddick!"
"No Fry, that's my job!" And with one swift movement he had grasped her butt, lifted her up and pushed his hard cock roughly into her sensitive entrance; she slammed back into the shower wall, causing her to gasp loudly. Riddick smiled to himself, he had her right where he wanted her and she knew it.
Riddick slammed into her up to the hilt over and over, banging her back against the wall every time. He watched her face intently as he slid his massive length in and out of her moist slit.
Fry's legs wrapped around him and she gave into him. She couldn't fight him off. Her arms snaked around his neck and she pulled herself as close to him as she could.
Riddick loved that moment of surrender from her and he relaxed his tight hold on her, but only very slightly. He held her against the shower wall and moved his hips just enough, sliding his now slippery cock out almost fully leaving only the purple swollen tip inside her.
Fry looked at him in her pinky-purple vision and he saw the question in her eyes, "do you want me to?"
Fry nodded.
"How much do you want me?"
"I want you so much, you know I do."
"Yeah?" He teased her pussy, pulling out of her and leaving just the swollen tip inside her.
"Yeah!" H felt her wriggle on him, trying to get all of him back inside her.
"Tell me what you want me to do to you," his voice was coaxing her.
"I want you to fuck me Riddick! Just fuck me, ok?"
"NO! I want you to TELL me!" He pulled his cock completely out of her, but still had her sandwiched between the shower wall and him.
"I want you inside me, all of you. I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked me before. I want you to make me cum till I scream. Ok?" Her eyes were pleading and she knew it. She wished she could hide from him how much she craved him, needed him, wanted him; but she couldn't and she never would.
"That's better." He lifted her up and slid his thick cock back into her – not an easy thing but Fry was half the size of him and as light as a feather. His cock slid easily into her slick, wet hole, and he began to rhythmically fuck her.
Fry's legs were wrapped around his hips as tight as possible, her body pulled in close to his – his skin felt like her skin.
"Oh fuck, Riddick!" Her voice came out as a hoarse whisper, she was panting. "Oh fuck ,yes."
"You like it now?" He asked her, liquid-silver eyes burned with desire and lust.
"You know I do," their eyes locked, flashing. Blazing. Burning. "You know how I like it, Riddick."
And he did! He slammed her back against the wall and thrust into her as deep as he could. Her body shook and he heard her groan. He could smell desire rising up from her body – an intoxicating heady scent he could never get enough of. His body took over, he lost control. The animal inside was loose.
Wedged between Riddick and the wall, Fry was pounded, her pussy punished, ravaged by his animal thrusting. She could fell his hard tip pushing against the top of her pussy, causing her lose control. Her cum gushed out of her in a flood.
Riddick grinned. He thrust into her up to the hilt, her body trembled against his. He felt the heat radiate out of her. He felt his ball tighten. Her pussy clenched around him, gripping his thick shaft. He wouldn't let go until he'd driven her over the edge. It wouldn't be long, he judged by how much cum poured out of her. He'd never made a woman cum like this before, ever.
Fry's fingers were dug into his back – her nails were like needles in his flesh. "Oh fuck! Riddick! Yes! Oh…fuck…yes…Yes…YES!"
He felt her legs tighten around his hips and her hands clawed at him, "are you cumming Fry? I can't hold on baby!" She nodded, unable to speak. His orgasm hit at the same moment as Fry's.
Riddick let his mouth find hers and she hungrily kissed him, their tongues met and danced in each other's mouths. He waited for her body to stop trembling before releasing his iron-grip on her and lowering her to the floor. He reached above them and pushed the water button to start the shower.
As the hot spray of water hit them, he kissed her again, his hands around her tiny waist. "Doesn't it hurt you even a little bit?" he asked her.
"Yes, sometimes," she replied honestly. "Sometimes it does, but I like it! I know 'Bad Fry!'" she smiled at him and Riddick shook his head at her, grinning.
He hated it, but he had to admit, he loved 'Bad Fry'.
They showered quickly, hitting the water button twice more before they were finished. Toweling off, Fry asked him, "would you prefer it not so rough?"
Riddick raised his eyebrow and cocked his head to one side as he considered her question. "Sometimes, yes."
Fry was surprised – not the answer she expected. "What? You'd rather not be so rough? Like romantic and stuff with candles and shit?"
Riddick laughed, "This conversation is supposed to be the other way round, isn't it?"
"Maybe if I was like other females, would you still want me as much if I was?" She asked him.
Naked, they walked to the bunk and dressed quickly. "Well, would you?"
"Yes." Riddick answered. "I would want you anyway."
She sat on the bunk, thinking about what Riddick had said, while she watched him get breakfast. Her stomach lurched when she saw him crack open eggs. She hated them with a passion and now he was going to stink out the whole skiff!
"Fuck, Riddick! We agreed. No eggs on this trip!" She looked at him in disgust.
"Yeah, well, I like 'em!" He slapped the eggs between two slices of bread and sat at the table, eating the horrendous gooey mess.
Fry picked up a packet of crackers and poured out a mug of coffee and sat back on the bunk. Riddick's comments had stunned her. She'd never been 'lady-like' in her life. Her life had echoes of Riddick's and for a brief, fleeting moment she doubted herself.
He watched her as he stuffed the last bit of eggy mess down his throat and realized he'd touched a nerve. 'Hell,' he thought. 'I've fucked up again!' He took a gulp of coffee and sat beside her on the bunk.
"I like you fine the way you are," he took her clenched fist in his hand and opened it, kissing her palm tenderly. "I just don't want to hurt you. I don't LIKE hurting you, OK?"
"Ok, tell me your fantasy's then?" she smiled and he felt better. He hated pissing her off.
"Which one?" he laughed. He lay back on the bunk, pulling her with him. She lay with her head on his chest.
"You have more than one?"
"Of you? Yes. A lot more than one!" His laugh was deep and booming.
"Ok, tell me one then!" She demanded.
Riddick sighed, and started talking.