Day 12:-

Day 12:-

Riddick woke to the sound of hammering at the door. He turned over, and tried to ignore it, reaching out to pull back Fry, who seemed to have rolled away from him.

His arm found nothing but empty bed and forcing himself awake, he sat up and looked around the room – no sign of Fry. Her clothes and boots were missing so she must have gone out.

The hammering continued on the door and he dragged himself out of bed and looked for his pants. His cock stood at full mast, 'Damn woman, what have you done with my fuckin' pants?' It was no good, they were nowhere.

The hammering continued and he pulled the sheet off the bed and wrapped it round his waist. Riddick opened the door a crack and peered out. The landlady stood there with a tray full of a food. Her eyes practically popped out of her head when she saw him with just a sheet wrapped around him and his huge cock bulging out.

"Yeah?" Riddick muttered, following her eyes downwards to his throbbing hardness. "You want something?"

"Just to tell you Fry has gone out to do some shopping, apparently she needed some new pants," she sniggered at the look on Riddick's face.

'So, that's where my pants are, then,' he felt himself turn a pretty shade of pink.

"She asked me to bring you something to eat up, said you'd be starving by now," her eyes were still traveling up and down his body, as she handed him the tray.

Riddick reached out for the tray with one hand and clutched the sheet with the other – like his life depended on it (which it probably did, judging by the way the landlady was licking her lips). "Thanks," he stuttered. "You can't borrow me a pair of pants can you? Please?" He hated himself for having to ask.

"Erm…I'll see what I can rustle up for you, honey. Now you eat your breakfast. The way you two have been going at it, you're gonna need some sustenance," she giggled and turned to leave, walking back down the stairs.

Riddick sighed and rolled his eyes. He placed the tray on the rumpled bed and lay down beside it and began to tuck in – he never turned away food, ever! His mind wandered to Fry as he ate. She took his pants, he laughed at the thought. They'd fit her twice over!

Riddick finished eating and decided to take a shower, his body reeked off sex. He kinda liked it but guessed it wasn't nice for everyone around him. He switched on the water and waited for it to get as hot as he liked it before he stepped under, letting the needle sharp water hit his back.

He took the soap and rubbed it between his hands and started rubbing the lather into his tired skin. He smelt the soap, it smelt like Fry. He held it up to his nose and breathed in deeply, finding himself getting turned on just from the smell of her soap.

Riddick leant back against the cold shower wall, holding his throbbing hardness in one hand and braced the wall opposite with his other hand. The soap caused the most slippery sensation as his hand slid up and down his thick shaft. He groaned and moaned as he imagined Fry naked in the shower, water running down her body, using the same soap all over her self.

His pumping became more frantic as he pictured her touching herself as she washed her body, running her hands over her tiny breasts and down over her stomach towards her triangle of red curls (although he had to take her word for that. The idea of her having red hair had almost caused him to burst – there was something about woman with red hair, the passion, and the fieryness of them. Humm, yeah, he liked red haired women.), and slipping between her legs.

The thought of her sliding her small fingers between her wet folds made him groan loudly, his hand pumped his shaft harder. The very thought of her slipping her fingers inside, playing with her clit and pushing them deep inside her tight hole – he slammed his back against the wall and gripped his throbbing rod firmly as he felt the blood coursing through him.

Riddick pushed against the wall with his free hand as hard as he could as his balls tightened and his body shuddered. With a roar, he exploded – his hot, milky white cum hit the wall and his feet and he screwed up his face at that.

Picking up the soap again, he quickly finished his shower and stepped out of the running water, wrapping the bathrobe tightly round him. As he turned off the shower he heard hammering at the door and went to open it.

Peeking round the edge of the door, Riddick saw the landlady looking lustily at him once again. She was clutching a pair of striped multi-colored pants in her hand and was trying to offer them to him. Even with his eye-shine job he could tell he was never going to wear them and he tried telling her this but she thrust them in his face anyway.

"Thanks," he muttered and closed the door before she ogled him any more. He didn't need THAT kind of attention! He threw the pants on the bed and slumped down on it, 'that's it then. I'm trapped till she comes back.'

Meanwhile, Fry was having the time of her life shopping, especially without Riddick moaning in her ear about what a waste of money 'stuff' was and how they didn't 'need' it.

She'd bought herself a couple of new pairs of combats, some new soap cos she was getting fed up of the sandalwood one – this new one was bourbon vanilla. She also found a lingerie shop – not an uncommon thing on a planet full of whorehouses, but she found some nice new 'stuff'.

She laughed at herself for using Riddick's word as she made her way back to the brothel. Fry wondered if he'd be up yet. She fully expected him to be pissed at her if he was awake; even though it was his fault she needed new pants.

The landlady gave her an odd smile as Fry went up the stairs to the attic room. 'Humm, I wonder what he's been up to?' went through her mind as she stepped into their room. It was still pitch black and for a moment she wondered if he was still asleep, but she heard him groan as the light from the open door flooded the room.

He was laid naked on the bed and watching her. Fry closed the door, "I thought you'd still be asleep."

"You mean you HOPED I was still asleep," she saw his eyebrow raise and she grinned at him as she pulled her goggles off and threw then on the bedside table. "So, pant stealer, what'ya buy?"

"Pants!" she laughed. "You eat yet?"

"Yep! And what else did ya buy?" he sat on the edge of the bed as she walked across the room. He reached out and caught her arm and pulled her between his legs, hands on her ass.

"I'll show ya later, but now, I wanna go out and get something to eat," she wrapped her hands around his bald head and scratched his stubble with her fingertips.

"Then you are going to have to give me my pants back," he buried his face against her smooth belly, hands searching inside her t-shirt for what he wanted and finding her breasts he pushed the shirt up out of the way.

"Riddick! You are insatiable!" she sighed, and allowed her self to be undressed by him. His eager hands roamed all over her as he unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down her legs.

"Turn around baby," he whispered, his voice low and throaty, and full of want and need.

Fry turned around, pushing her little butt at him. He always wondered how come he had never broken her, she was so tiny but hmmm, so damn feisty. He pinched her ass cheek and slapped it.

"Ouch!! Damn it Riddick…." Before she could say another word, she felt Riddick kiss down her back, before biting her ass. His fingers dug into her belly as he pulled her down onto his lap, closing his legs slightly so she didn't fall. He was biting her back and shoulders, nipping at her smooth skin as his fingers explored the front of her.

Riddick's big hand cupped one tiny breast and squeezed, feeling her nipple harden against his palm. He rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb, tugging it and pinching.

Riddick was rewarded with her moans, and he slid his other hand down between her legs. His fingers probed her wet slit, searching for her sensitive nub. He knew he'd found it when she let out a little gasp and her body tensed up. He circled it slowly, letting the feeling build up inside her, feeling her getting wetter.

Fry's breathing quickened as he plunged his fingers deep inside her, god, she was so wet and tight and she was grinding her button to his cock, which throbbed and ached to be in side her. Riddick plunged his fingers deep inside her, stretching her ready for him.

Fry moved her hands from his knees up to her breasts and squeezed firmly, pinching her nipples and pulling them. Her insides were like jelly as he plundered her, practically forcing her to orgasm.

Riddick pulled his fingers out just before she came and quickly gripped her hips, lifting her only to lower her onto his aching cock, letting her slide down it slowly. Holding onto her hips he eased her up and down, along the thick throbbing length of his shaft.

Fry put her finger in her mouth and sucked, before pulling it wetly out and found her clit, rubbing frantically as Riddick fucked her from below. She could feel her orgasm rising again and this time she wasn't going to let Riddick stop it.

His chest was pressed close to her back, his big hands holding her tightly as he plundered her tiny body, stretching her and pushing deeper into her with every thrust. Her inner walls clenched him tightly and she arched back against him, she was so wet and so hot, her skin was bathed in a fresh sheen of sweat that glistened. He moved her hand away from her pussy and took over rubbing her clit so she could concentrate on her orgasm.

Fry was moving in time with Riddick, their orgasms beginning at the same time. His upward thrusts met her downwards thrusts as he pounded her body from underneath, forcing her to cum. "Oh fuck, Riddick. Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder. Make me cum!" Her voice was pleading, almost begging with him.

Riddick fucked her with everything he had. Sweat ran down his face and body, his grunting reverberated through his chest into her back, sending shivers down her spine. "Cum for me baby. Fucking cum for me Fry!" He knew she was on the very edge, just like he knew the minute she came.

Her body stiffened and her pussy clenched down tight holding him in place. "Oh fuck, yes! Oh fuck! Yes!"

Riddick let go, blasting his sticky white cum deep into her belly. "Oh fuck Fry! Fuck! Oh yes!" His forehead rested against her back and he tried to control his breathing and failed. His heart was racing and he felt alive.

Fry leant back against him, her body shuddered with exhaustion. They were both just too tired to move. They stayed joined together until Riddick badly needed to piss.

He shouted from the bathroom, "still hungry?"

Fry lay on the bed, her eyes danced around the room, trying to imagine what it looked like before she'd had her eyes shined. "Yes, I'm fucking starving! Can we go out and get something to eat now, then?"

Riddick walked out of the bathroom, and saw her lay on her side playing with her hair. "We could always call up for something here, and then you don't need to get dressed," he smirked at her.

"Jesus Riddick, don't you ever get tired?" she shook her head at him. "No, I want to go out and get something. Wanna wear my new stuff for more than just you. We'll be back on the skiff tomorrow and then we won't see anyone until we land on New Mecca."

"Ok, ok. Get dressed then," he grabbed his pants and pulled them on, before she got any more ideas.

Ten minutes later they were both dressed and ready to go, heading out into the main streets of Carestia. Fry knew exactly where she wanted to go, and led him to the very place where he had first seen her.

'Fuck, this is gonna be fun!' He thought as they headed inside the roughest place on Carestia.