Day 14:-
They had spent the rest of the previous day just eating and sleeping and not much else. Riddick was skirting round her but wanted to keep her in sight. – When she ready, so was he.
Fry wanted to be left alone while she got things straight in her head, but every time she turned around he was lurking somewhere. She felt like either flooring him, or locking herself away – but the only place with a lock was the toilet and she sure as fuck wasn't locking herself away in the khazi.
Believing that she had finally given Riddick the slip, she sat down at the control panel and opened the shields – looking out at the stars always calmed her. She thought about…damn, this was painful to remember. She looked down at the floor, blinking tears away.
She smelt him approaching, even before she heard or saw him. Looking up she saw him through the toughened glass. She sighed – 'might as well get it over with,' she thought. 'He's never gonna stop till I do.'
"It's ok, Riddick," she said. "I give in! Sit down." She motioned to the chair beside her and he sat. He carried on cleaning his shiv's, watching her carefully. Fry carried on looking through the glass, trying to find the right words to begin with.
"You remember when you first met me on Carestia five years ago? And Kyra, or Jack as she was then, ran to fetch you to save my ass getting busted and all you did was watch?" she paused, and Riddick nodded.
"I wasn't there by accident. I was there because I had some business I had to take care of. I had a sister. She ran away from the place we were staying at. I got a message saying she was on Carestia. But she was in trouble." Fry looked at Riddick; her eyes were full of tears.
Riddick felt his stomach lurch. He nodded and motioned for her to carry on.
Fry took a deep breath in and carried on. "I came out to Carestia to find her. The place where she was staying said she was working at 'The Harrowing' so I went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. The owner said she left with three Mercs about a week before and had never gone back. After hunting all over, I found out the body of a young woman had been found behind 'The Harrowing' and she had never been identified.
I went to the commissioner and asked for the details. I told them my sister was missing and I asked if I could see the body. They hesitated and tried to fob me off, but you know me – that will never happen. I eventually was taken to the body." This time a sob emitted from her tiny body, and she shook.
Riddick had an overwhelming desire to scoop her up and hold her tight. 'Fuck! He thought. 'I am turning into some stupid wuss.'
"She was so broken and battered; I knew it was her, though. They told me she had been raped so repeatedly, she had been beaten so badly that she was like a rag doll, nearly every rib was broken and her wrists and ankles had been snapped from restraints. She had been stabbed and left to die in the alleyway," she paused and looked over at Riddick, who was sat with his shivs on his knees, watching her.
"Who were the merc's?" his voice was steady. His eyes were straight in front. His hands were clenched tightly into fists.
"Peat, Haimes and Cain. Names I will never forget," her voice was a whisper and her head hung down. "That is why I was there; I was looking for them, waiting for them to show up."
"And what would you have done if you had found them?" his voice was still even and steady. "Would you have taken all three of them on at once?" He put the shivs on the control panel and leaned over, seizing her hand and spinning her chair round to face his. "Come on, what would you have done?"
Fry looked up and he saw the anger and the fire burning brightly in her eyes. "I am Furyian too!" She stood up and squared up to his sitting body. "I would have killed them. I still will, when I find them."
Riddick contemplated her, her body smelt of fear – for all of her bravado; she really would have tried to take all three of them on, and she would have really suffered. Furyian or not. Her body also smelt of hatred and anger – feelings he, too, would share if he were in her place. A gamut of emotions ran across her face and the overwhelming desire to sweep her up again crossed his.
Fry saw the lust in his eyes – and for a moment thought nothing she had said had got through to him. But he pulled her between his legs and looked up into her eyes, "we will find them. I promise you, we will." She nodded. Telling him had not been easy – sharing didn't come easy for Fry, she had been hurt so many times before.
Riddick pulled her down onto his lap, leaning forward and closing the shield behind them. He put his hands in her hair and pulled her close, his fingers laced in her hair as he pulled her into him, kissing her so deeply she thought she would dissolve into him. His tongue slid into her mouth and sought hers, dancing slowly with it and running his tongue over her lips.
Fry relaxed into his body, too emotionally battered to stop her self. She wrapped her arms around his neck and stroked his smooth head. Even sat on his lap, he was still bigger than her and she had to tilt her head up to kiss him.
Riddick moved his hands down over her body, over her work overalls she had changed into and down to her ass, giving her a little pull closer into his body and on to his hardening cock. He felt her squirm down onto him a bit. His fingers itched to undo her buttons, to pull down her overalls and release the succulent flesh beneath it.
Fry pulled at his shirt, trying to pull it over his head but her hands were shaking too much. He stopped kissing her and pulled it over his head. Her hands went up to his pecs and she pulled at his nipples. He yelped and yanked her overalls open, buttons popped off in all directions.
Riddick yanked them down over her shoulders, exposing all her bite marks. He sank his teeth into her neck and biting a line down over her chest, till he got to her nipples. Fry couldn't move her arms because he had left her overalls half way down her arms and she was trying to wriggle out of them.
He pulled her closer and took a nipple in his mouth, rolling it with his tongue and nipping with his teeth, pulling at it hard and making her yelp. With his other hand he squeezed at her other tiny breast, pinching her nipple hard. She eventually wriggled her arms out and pushed her overalls down over her waist. Moving one hand down her back, Riddick wormed his hand inside her trousers and under her butt.
Fry sighed, squeezing the muscles on his back, kneading them until she felt better. Her hands stopped trembling and moved down over his stomach and slipped her hand inside his combats and ran her fingers over the thick shaft. Her fingertips traced the smooth head of his hard cock and it twitched beneath her fingers.
As soon as he felt her fingers on him, he lost control. He lifted her off his knee and roughly pulled her overalls down, till she stood before him completely naked. He stood up and pulled his combats down, his cock stood at full attention, begging. Riddick cocked his head to one side and arched his eyebrow at her.
Fry pushed him back down in the chair and knelt between his legs and lent her elbows on his thighs and her hands on his abs. She leaned over his cock and kissed all over his chest and stomach, moving her way down over his thighs ignoring his cock altogether. She nipped at the skin around the base of his shaft, causing him to growl loudly. His hands were gripping her head, trying to get her where he wanted her.
She let him lift her head and she licked her lips, she curled her fingers around the thick shaft and running up and down the length of it, licking the top of his circumcised head. Riddick groaned even louder, his fingers tangled in her hair holding her head in place. Fry opened her mouth and took the head in, sucking gently before running her tongue around the head.
Fry toyed with his balls as she ran her tongue slowly down the underneath, feeling every throbbing vein and declining the urge to bite him there. Instead she ran her tongue as slowly as possible back up the shaft to his exposed head. Taking in as much as possible, Fry started to suck. She ran a finger under his balls to the soft bit of skin and raked her nail across it and felt his balls tighten in her hand.
Riddick pulled her away, if she carried on doing that he would cum in her mouth and he didn't want that now. Well, he'd be lying if he said that but he guessed she didn't want that tonight.
He pulled her upright and snapped his legs shut, lifting her over his legs and sitting her down on his thighs, feeling how wet she was against his skin. His fingers wormed their way between her lips and teased her clit, running two thick fingers down her wet slit and sliding them easily inside her. She moaned and he pulled them out, licking them clean and grinning at her as she stuck her tongue out at him.
Riddick lifted her up slightly, lowering her onto his swollen head. She sank down slowly until she was fully mounted on him. Gripping her hips, he thrust deep into her from below. A few gentle thrusts and he had to move. He grabbed her butt and stood up, walking down the skiff with her wrapped around him, his cock still buried deep inside her.
Reaching the bunk, he gently lowered her down onto the bunk, only for his cock to slide out. Taking the opportunity, he spun her round on her side and lay behind her. He lifted her leg and curled round her body, easing himself back into her wet hole, but no gentle thrusts this time. He slammed hard into her, biting her shoulder as he did.
"Oh Fuck, Riddick….oh fuck, baby." She was screaming and he was shocked – she never screamed out that loud. His hand searched out her tiny swollen pink bud and circled it with a rough finger tip. His thick cock slid easily in and out of her, the tip banging her g-spot over and over until she was clenching rapidly around him.
"Baby, cum for me, let me fuck your pain away…" his voice was like air in her ear and she wasn't sure if he had really spoken or not. But either way, he fucked her hard and she could feel herself on the brink of cumming.
She felt his teeth sink into her neck and it was all she needed to tip her over the edge. "Oh…oh…fuck…fuck…oh…ohhh…" she was moaning through gritted teeth, her thigh clamped down on his and her pussy clamped down on his cock.
Thrusting into her up to the hilt, he let out a roar and shot his load deep inside her. His head buried deep in her hair and he stayed there, giving her gentle thrusts as his orgasm subsided. He came to a halt and stayed buried deep in her still spasming pussy, letting her squeeze every drop out of him.
Riddick made no effort to move, and Fry made no effort to move him. They fell asleep still coupled. Fry dreamt about her sister's battered body and Riddick dreamt about 'what if's'. What if it had been Fry left for dead, used and abused? What if she wasn't here right now with him? What if….