A/N: It is Sunday! Thanks so much for the reviews, favorites and follows and PM's you guys keep me motivated. I luvs ya lots! So, I have two chapters for you tonight, both are from Riddick's POV. Happy reading!
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Chapter 53
*Riddick*
"Who's complaining about my Insurance Policy now?" She asked with a smug grin on her face.
Riddick's eyebrow quirked in vague annoyance and she laughed. He shook his head as he stalked towards the ship and told her, "Let's go get Kyra."
"Hell yes." She replied following right behind him. She turned to the beasts, and looked at them for a long moment. Defiance was the only word to describe what he saw, she would fight him tooth and nail to take those beasts. He was not willing to admit it out loud, but Five was more than deserving of praise. He knew to search Riddick's shadow for Rehtaeh. "I don't like leaving them. They are coming with us, whether you like it or not."
"Fine with me." Riddick looked at her; she was such a softie for someone who was wearing more weapons than a hero in a war movie. He followed her onto the ship, watching her tight round ass as she prowled through the shadows to the pilot seat. The beasts followed right behind him, not even needing to be called, and settled themselves into a pile at the back of the ship near the main hatch. He closed up the portal and moved to the prow to help prep the ship. It was an impressive vessel. The sleek outside concealed a luxurious inside. Everything seemed to scream comfort and power.
There were three visible sections to the ship. The lower back half of the ship housed the majority of the actual engine, power generation and propulsion equipment. The hatch and airlock were also located at the rear end as well as a large amount of storage lockers, all of which were secured with heavy duty locking clips that were engineered to stay closed when the air lock was in use in a deep space atmosphere. The middle and top of the ship were purely living quarters. From the looks of it, the ship could have housed at least ten cryo seats, not including what was in the cockpit, but she had it equipped for two. He noticed that in the living room area there were no cryo cuffs, no cryo chambers or beds, it was as though she had it built the ship specifically to live in. There were so many features included, that he was certain that the ship would be weighed down, a heavy Cadillac of vessel.
"Before you touch anything, I need to give you access." She told him softly, as he joined her in the cockpit. It was actually separated from the rest of the ship, with the capability of being an escape pod if need be. He looked at the control panels he realized that her control system was one of the most difficult techs to hi jack. Being the high tech vessel that it was, it would require biometric and numbered pass codes before access would be granted. One of the reasons he steered clear of the newer models, when he needed to steel transportation. She started working the computer, inputting an assortment of codes and commands. He watched her movements, taking in everything she was doing. "Voice print, Eye scan, DNA and Palm Bio-metrics need to be set up. I entered everything else. Nothing entered on this ship can be relayed to the Alliance or Mercs, it is completely firewalled and encrypted. It is the one place in the known universe that will be under your control, and not the other way around."
He sat down in the co-pilot seat and noticed that both seats were set up for cryo. The only place on the entire ship that had cryo was the cockpit. He looked at what he had to do to gain access and went through the set up. Allowing the system to take scans, samples and whatever else would be needed to control the ship, he was somewhat surprised when the ship roster showed his name as Captain Richard B. Riddick and hers as Captain Rehtaeh E. Furya. He would have expected her to have him as a co-pilot, not a co-captain. Beside his name there was a drop down menu that offered a selection of options, he went through each one with a growing sense of awe and wonderment. One of the options that popped up was a voice alteration codex and several different aliases that would be available for making entry. All of which had a valid Alliance approved Picture Identification, all of which would be sent immediately to the Landing Flight Terminal. He chose one of the aliases and a small panel opened under the console with a drawer filled with UD cards, loose credits, ID Papers, weapons permits. Everything he could possibly need to get on and off planet without alerting the Mercs. "Is it my birthday or something?"
"You're the better pilot. Take us out of here, Captain." She said ignoring his question. She rose from the pilot seat and indicated for him to switch seats. He disagreed. He taught her so he knew just how good she was, but there was something about her face that told him that he would regret not taking her offer. He moved and she sat in the co-pilot seat, flipping switches and buttons working through the system checks, as he got himself settled. She took the ship off of remote control and prepped the return flight sequence, double checking that entry to Crematoria didn't do some hidden damage. He took the manual controls and turned the beast around. He was unprepared for the maneuverability of the ship. Rehtaeh took the secondary controls and steadied them out once before he got the feel for her Shadow Hunter. He caught the upward tug of her lips as she smirked at him. It had precise handling, it turned on a dime, lining up for the door he pulled the throttle and they shot out faster than he had ever gone before. The burst of speed was unlike anything he ever experienced.
Playing with the steering he started putting the ship through different maneuvers. He was impressed with the ships speed, cornering, the lift and drop was immediate. It was a ship that could stop on a dime and do a complete turnabout within seconds of hitting the controls. She began punching in the coordinates for New Mecca and started entering vocal commands for shielding, cloaking and tracking of any incoming threats.
"Pretty amazing, huh?" She grinned at him, his heart tugged. That smile.
"Beautiful." He looked at her, enjoying that smile. Minutes ago he was mourning the loss of the woman wearing that smile, and now he had her back, he just appreciated it more. She looked at him, her eyebrow quirked in question. He cleared his throat and turned away checking out the panel, he was finding all sorts of functions he only ever heard of in chop shops and Mechanic guilds. He asked her, "How did you get her here without the Necros tracking her?"
"Well obviously she can be remotely controlled. She also has a cloaking device. It's more like an ion disrupter. It changes the frequencies of the engines so that it is more difficult to trace. The hull is coated with Porcelain Nano reflectors that give her a reflective quality while out here in the deep black, so she looks like she is a part of the space that she is in. It is smart technology that for some reason was abandoned about two centuries ago. Being 'smart', it tracks the objects around it and creates an image on the hull to blend in with its surroundings, thus camouflaging itself." A Cheshire grin lit her face. She went through all the added features as he steered this ship into outer space. "You will not find a better made ship anywhere in the galaxy, at least not for another 6 months. Shadow Hunter is the Alpha test subject. I have been putting her through the paces for just over 8 months now. Still a few bugs to work out, maybe you can help me finish the list of adjustments that need to be made."
"Don't you mean Beta?" Riddick challenged her. Companies did Beta testing, as far as he knew there was no such thing as an Alpha test subject.
"No I mean Alpha. The Beta's passed inspection and testing, and are being mass produced for the Alliance military. This particular model is meant for personal use and not military. I refused to approve the specs unless there was some major remodeling done on it." She looked at him directly in the eyes, taking his challenge. "Every time I take her out I bring her back in for more adjustments. It is one of a kind, there has never and will never be another ship like her. Therefore she is an Alpha."
"I forgot about this side of you." Riddick grumbled as he looked at her and shook his head. He kept forgetting that she was more than just a hot body, with a killer mindset and a wild animal. She was a genius, a super-soldier genius created in a lab.
"What? What side of me?" Rehtaeh looked almost hurt, she looked uncomfortable.
"The smart ass, know it all genius." Riddick looked at her holding back the smile that kept threatening to pull at his lips.
"You've been away too long, Riddick." Rehtaeh harrumphed, and pushed out of her chair to open a panel; she pulled out at tech pad and jotted down some notes. Looking over her shoulder he saw that it was a deficiencies list and she was adding to her list of adjustments that needed to be made to the ship. "This smart ass is a CEO of a multi-billion UD corporation, a consultant for the military on Helion Prime, and a military reserve soldier. On top of being an independent artist and star chaser, I am invested in many different side projects. This ship is one of those investments."
"Sounds like you work too hard." Riddick growled, how the hell did she have any time for all this stuff? When did she rest? He remembered her night terrors and looked at her pale face. She didn't sleep.
"I get bored easily, and need to keep busy. I don't see that changing anytime soon. This ship is just one of the perks of all that hard work. So stop bitching and enjoy it." She retorted snappily as she moved back toward her seat. "Hit the hyper-drive, I wanna get back to Helion Prime, I have shit to do after we take down those Necro Freaks."
"You mean it goes faster?" Riddick looked at her in surprise. It took them nearly thirty eight hours to reach Crematoria on Toombs ship, which was slow considering the little under cutter had no power. With the Shadow Hunter going at the speed it was they would reach New Mecca in just under thirty hours.
She started to laugh and came back to her chair. She dropped down and buckled back in. "Hold on tight sexy man, this is gonna thrill ya."
She hit a sequence of controls and he felt the press of the g-force as it pushed him deeper into his seat. After the initial jump there was a gentle settling feeling in the cabin as the ships pressure monitors kicked in and the internal gravity compensated for the additional speed. The g-force effect tapered away at which point she popped her buckles, and turned towards him. "We will reach Hellion Prime in about eighteen hours. If we get the bugs worked out of the Shadow Hunter, she will revolutionize the entire shipping industry."
"I thought you said there would be no other like her." Riddick countered.
"There won't. I am testing the tech, not the ship. The Shadow Hunter has a wide assortment of new tech on board that is not yet available on any market. If I approve the tech, things are going to change and quickly." She told him her voice was filled with pride. He looked over at her and was surprised at how serious she looked as she told him, "Which is why there is always work to be done."
Her ship handled like a dream. Never before did he pilot a ship with such stealth and power. They might just make it back in time. The course was set, the ship was set on auto-pilot, all scanners, alarms and controls were set. They could have checked themselves into cryo, but neither of them made a move to do so. There was nothing left for them to do so Rehtaeh got out of her seat and went to the rear of the ship, towards a narrow spiral staircase.
He turned in the pilot seat so he could look at her. She was standing on the bottom step, holding onto the bars overhead. She wore only her T-shirt and jeans and her heavy boots, she had taken off her jacket, the flak jacket and gun belt hanging them on hooks on the wall near the stairs. He could smell the blood on her clothing. The scent permeated the air around her. As she climbed the stairs she began to pull the fabric up over her head revealing her taut hard muscular body, and the black lace bra underneath.
He followed her to the back of the ship and up into the loft. The lights were off, so he pulled up his goggles. It was a full master suite, massive king sized bed, large en suite bathroom. She was in front of a massive built-in set of closets, the doors were closed, but she had a large drawer pulled open. Her shirt and bra were discarded in a hamper attached to the wall, her boots had been kicked off into a corner. She wore only her jeans, her long silver blonde hair flowed loosely down her back. She was removing the massive array of weapons she had hidden on her body and was placing them all into the drawer.
He knew she could feel him as he came up behind her, the subtle change in her scent gave away her arousal, which only intensified the closer he got to her. He stood behind her for a long moment drinking in her scent. He pulled his shirt over his head, discarding it with hers. His boots followed, flying into a heap in the corner with hers. With every article of clothing he took off the more heated she became. He stepped behind her completely naked, and he could hear the pulse of her heart as it beat the rhythm of her desire. He raised his hand and pulled the curtain of hair away from her neck, off of her right shoulder and over to her left, he dipped his head to kiss the column of her throat. His lips grazed her shoulder, a shiver passed through her entire body. Five years and still a single touch could affect her so completely. He needed to feel her. Her beautiful soft living flesh, the pulse under her skin beat in time with his heart. She smelled the same, spicy and sweet and yet she smelled new, more vivid.
Pulling her long silver blonde hair out of the way he noticed there was a glowing blue hand print over her left shoulder blade, pulsing just below her skin, it was just like the one on his chest. He put his left hand over the mark and gasped at the sudden influx of power that came from her mark.
"Riddick! What the hell is that?" She gasped at the sudden change in connection, apparently it affected her the same way.
"When did you receive the mark of Furya?" Riddick whispered softly, he put his hand over the mark settling his own hand into the print.
"The what?" she was mildly confused and more than deeply aroused. He kept his hand on her mark, "Riddick, what are you doing? It's like being consumed by a wall of energy. The power of it is intense."
"The Mark of Furya. Like mine." He draped her hair around her other shoulder to fully reveal her mark, then bent forward as he pulled her back so his mark pressed against hers. She gasped in surprise, arching back against him making the contact even more powerful and complete. They both seemed to be enthralled at the power that arced between them, it was incredible. In no way was it sexual, it was an amplification of the raw animal fury and rage that was given to them. It was a sharing of power, an almost spiritual exchange of energy, making them both stronger and more aware. "Shirah gave me the mark on Crematoria, when did she give you yours."
"Who is-? Oh the woman, so that's her name. She never gave me a mark, Riddick. She bound our souls, but she never-," Rehtaeh gasped and tried to pull away, tried to turn towards him. He held her in place. His hand was on her belly, her tight muscular abs quivered under his touch. There were things he wanted to do to her standing like this. "Heath must have, just before he-. He said it would hurt, and then he was gone."
"Did it hurt?" Riddick said, he could hear the pain in her voice. He could hear the loss. He wanted to take that pain away. He intended to do it in the only way he knew how.
"Hells yes," She said, she craned her neck so she could look at him, her eyes were wide with her surprise. She was not wearing her glasses, the violet rings around the silver in the darkness made her eyes glow even more. She sighed in contentment when she met his eyes, yet she still reached up and pulled the goggles off of his head and dropped them into the open drawer. The connection between them changed, it had nothing to do with the mark, it had everything to do with their animal attraction to each other, and yet the mark seemed to allow them to feel the needs and desires of each other. Or maybe it was just their primal nature that made them so in tune.
He wanted to feel her, to feel her desires and fulfill her needs, and he wanted to know her again inside and out. Since he came back for her they only enjoyed a few quick tumbles. He wanted to make this moment last, he wanted to give her hours of pleasure. She deserved to be ravished, like he did their first night together, years ago. He pulled her back against him with his right hand, her fine ass against his growing erection. He could feel the intensity of her desire for him, hear it in her driving pulse, smell it in her heady arousal and feel it in the tightly wound coil that was her body. She was like a livewire, rigged to a switch only he had control of.
He reached for the button on her jeans and found it already undone, as was the zipper, giving him open access to the treasures that lay underneath. His hand slipped under the fabric and immediately he sought the wet heat of her, the pressure of his hand pushing her more intimately against him. Heat exploded through her and into him, through the connection. It was so intense she cried out his name as he growled hers. He stroked his middle finger into and out of her as she leaned back against him. Her entire body was quivering for him, small pants and whimpers made it out of her throat. He brushed his thumb against her clit and the spark that ran through her to him was consuming.
She whimpered, her hands were gripping the edge of the drawer in front of her, she slammed it closed and her palms went flat on the front of the wardrobe as he added a second finger. Her entire body began to shiver under his ministrations. Fingers sliding in and out of her sweet moist folds, his thumb brushed up against her oversensitive bead, his erection against her bottom. The crying moan that left her throat was beautiful. Her cunning hand was behind her back gripping him, stroking him keeping time with his own strokes into and out of her. The circulation of physical and emotional need that cycled through them was insurmountable. He needed her, he needed to be a part of her in every possible way, and at that moment he was not sure if that was his need or hers. He pulled his hand away and pushed her jeans down, she tried to turn away from the wall of cabinets and he growled for her to stay. Finally she was naked, she looked sexy standing there, her hands on the cabinet in front of her, her legs just slightly splayed to shoulder width apart.
"Don't move." He was going to make up for her being frisked by that ox of a merc, only he was going to do it his way. He went into the washroom and looked in the medicine cabinet, he was happy to find that she had it stocked with an assortment of massage and bath oils. He grabbed the vanilla, he looked at the label briefly and chuckled when he read the words. "All natural, non-toxic if consumed." She had edible oils. Playtime was going to be fun. He walked back and found her twisting to look over her shoulder, glowering at him through her hair. Kneeling behind her, he started at her feet, he poured oil into his palms and picked up her right and massaged the muscles in her foot as he licked, nipped and bit the sensitive skin at the back of her knee. His hands worked their way up massaging her calves, he continued biting licking and kissing her flesh. He slid his oiled hands up her muscles inching up her legs, a little higher with each stroke until he reached mid thigh. When he switched to her other leg to repeat the process she moaned softly. It sounded like a mixture of disappointment and renewed pleasure.
By the time he reached mid thigh on her other leg she was panting softly. Each breath left her throat with a small hitch and gasp as he made his way slowly up her thigh. He added more oil to his palms, then stretched his fingers over her outer legs. One hand on each leg he synchronized each stroke, each touch each caress, always making sure to work only the front and outer thigh, while he kissed, nibbled and devoured the flesh on the back of her thigh and the curve of her ass. She groaned when he pulled away to add more oil. As he placed his fingers against the back of her thigh in a light caress, she began to shiver, when he added pressure, pressing his thumbs against the muscles as he stroked up and over her muscular ass, she gasped and pressed back into his hands. Without even trying she made this position even sexier. He bit her left cheek and the resulting moan was like music to his ears.
Working up from the backs of her knees, up over her ass he coated her with glistening oil, as his hands stroked over her fine muscles. She cried out when he finally began to work the inner thigh. She was quivering with need. He worked the muscles under his hands, he mouthed her glistening flesh wherever he applied the oil, the vanilla only enhanced her already sweet and spicy scent. Not once did he touch her at the apex of her thighs, he knew that was what she wanted, what she was waiting for. She could wait a little longer.
He wanted her as much as she wanted him, but he stayed in complete control, he intended to give her pleasure for the next few hours, he wanted her body ready for what he intended to do. He spent several minutes working the oil over her tight ass and her womanly hips. Standing behind her, he let his hard shaft press intimately against her bottom and settle gently against her outer lips. She bucked back involuntarily at the sudden graze of flesh, she was seeking him and he refused her. He brushed his hands over her tight belly and she cried out for him. Massaging her back and shoulders, he plied his fingers over her sensitive skin, relaxing the muscles underneath with the pressure of his fingers.
Hands around her throat he could feel the delicate pulse pounding beneath the silky flesh as he brushed gently against the muscles there, feeling every hitch in breath, every gasp and even the soft moan a he stroked his erection against the moist lips of her sex. He massaged her neck as he nibbled and licked, mouthed and bit her shoulders, back and finally neck. He focused on her arms next enjoying the shivers that ran through her entire body as he pressed against her more heavily each time he stroked from shoulder to wrist. She was nearly vibrating as he turned his attention to her tight stomach, her sensitive ribs, even her sternum and collarbones, all the while rubbing his body against hers, keeping his mouth on her flesh, biting, nipping, licking and sucking at her sensitive skin. When he finally turned his attention to her breasts he found the nipples were already erect, hardened by the pleasure he was producing on every other part of her body. He kneaded the soft flesh of her breasts as he rubbed his thumbs up and over again and again, around and around, pinching, pulling and gently brushing his calloused flesh over her silky skin.
"Richard, please," she moaned, so softly, so sweetly. "Please, I need you, Richard."
He pulled his erection against her sensitive flesh, and then pushed back against her. Still not allowing himself entrance, he kept his attention on her breasts and the tug and pull of his erection against her clit. Her heady arousal grew more and more intense with every touch, to the point her flesh felt as though it was on fire for him. She was vibrating, pleading for him to enter her, demanding him to take her. She was already so close, he wanted her to cum as he entered her, he wanted to keep her there the entire way.
She pushed her bottom back against him, a silent plea to him since her words were falling on deaf ears. He watched her arch her back, pressing her full breasts more deeply into his hands. Her flesh slipped, slick with oil against each finger as he stoked over her nipples. Another stroke against her bottom, his enlarged head hit hard on her clit and she cried out in pleasured pain. He pushed forward his sensitive skin against hers, he could feel the moisture collecting against him. Pulling back she whimpered as his head pulled at her clit, elongating it, hardening it, sensitizing it. Again and again he did this, listening to her moans and whimpers as they heightened and began to beg and swear and whine. Hmmm he had never made her whine before. Once more and the whine that escaped her throat was high pitched and full of want and need.
Without missing a beat he slammed into her, slammed his throbbing head into her womb, burying himself to the hilt. She screamed and started to cum. He drove into her, harder and harder, giving her no time to catch up, no time to do anything but ride the heady waves that were holding her in his grasp, in his control. His hands gripping her hips he drove into her with speed and depth, hitting her elusive g-spot again and again. Scream after scream rose from her throat. He needed that. He needed to hear her as she cried out his name again and again. Long solid strokes, he moved inside her pushing pressing reaching for that spot that would make her scream for him. She arched her back and moaned deeply as she was hit by another wave of pleasure. He pulled out and picked her up, carrying her to the large bed he dropped her in the middle. She was staring unfocused somewhere above her as her body spasmed to the joy of reaching a new apex.
Involuntarily her legs began to close around the steady pulse that continued in her core. He watched her unbridled pleasure for a moment before he grabbed her legs and pulled her into position. Pulling her legs wide around him he eased back into her. She pulsed around him, she was just starting to come back down from a wave of pleasure as he pulled back out and then slammed back in. She cried out his name as he increased his speed, increased the pressure, and pushed himself against the bottom of her womb. Her eyes found his in the darkness, and she focused on him, like always she calmed instantly, but instead of cooling her ardor it increased. Her entire body flared with heat, created by this new connection. He was relentless in his need for her, driving her on and on.
She was beyond exhaustion but still she rose to meet him, her fingernails raked across his chest and as her hand touched on his mark she damn near howled with need as he pounded into her. She was feeling his desires this time, knocking his arm out she pushed his shoulder and rolled him underneath her. She rode him hard, at first leaning back so she could drive him deeper and deeper against her inner walls, creating friction and heat. He was so close to climax, but he held on, keeping the control. Then she leaned forward so she could lick, kiss and bite at the muscles in his chest. When her teeth grazed his nipples he couldn't stop the clench of his muscles or the sheer arc of heat that pierced him. He growled loudly at the intensity of it.
She pulled away worried that she hurt him, and he reached to pull her back down, she could do that again, anytime. He pushed up deeper into her and she gasped trying to keep her own rhythm. "Again, Rehtaeh, do it again!"
She leaned back down, kissing licking and biting at his chest, her fingers found the super sensitive bead of one nipple as her tongue circled the other. He heat coiled at the base of his spine, her hip motion drove him higher and higher as her clever fingers and tongue forced him closer and closer to his own release.
"Rehtaeh!" He yelled, as he clenched her hips to his and he forced her to stop, instead lifting her so he could drive into her as hard as he could. Her attention to his nipples stopped completely as he slammed himself against her sweet spot forcing her to come again. "Richard!" she screamed as she came apart from the inside once again. His name, she always called his name. He rolled her underneath him again and drove deeper and faster until the coiled heat inside him exploded into her. "Rehtaeh!" He called for her as came, his seed spent within her. He collapsed against her, pulling her tight against him. He kept himself embedded inside her needing to feel her around him. Needing to feel her warm living flesh next to his, needing to stay connected.
