Chapter 9
tabula rasa [ˈˌtäb(y)o͝olə ˈräzə]
NOUN
-an absence of preconceived ideas or predetermined goals; a clean slate.
-the human mind, especially at birth, viewed as having no innate ideas.
The entire party seemed like an excuse for people with more money than sense to get together and show off. River smirked at him and he got the impression she completely agreed. He liked dancing with her, liked watching her move in that tease of a dress.
What he didn't much care for was the way her scent changed when she heard that name. The Companion, the one her old Captain had favored. Favored so much he never saw River as a woman. Which, since he guessed she'd had a crush on the man, hadn't endeared the Companion to River any.
Dance done he kept his spine straight and his mouth in the coldly polite smile he'd learned to feign so well at Strikeforce. A glass of shimmerwine for River to hold as a prop, another for himself and he leaned lazily against a pillar, River tucked against his side.
"Looks like a leopard lounging in a tree, ready to pounce," River murmured to him and he smirked at her.
"So long as the dangerous quality translates," He replied just as quietly. "How hard will it be to get that fancy dress off you after this anyway?"
"That depends on your methods," She teased back. "I would appreciate the use of the proper closures, rather than blades."
"Well seein' as your mother got it for you…" Riddick caught sight of that face he'd seen in River's capture of her crew. "Here she comes."
"I see her," To his surprise River leaned more fully against him, prompting his arm to wrap around her waist much more informally than his previous grip.
"Got a play in mind?" He watched as the woman wound her way through the crowd on a pale haired older man's arm.
"Mirror game, twisted a bit," Her hand tugged his down so it splayed over her hip rather than her waist, not that he minded. It was just this side of improper, and a complete contrast with the elegance of her dress and his suit.
"So, Operative or gunhand?" He asked quietly bending down as if to whisper in her ear.
"Hmm… yourself," She smiled up at him. "Courtesy but true to yourself. Cannot give away the masquerade but I would have you be comfortable if possible."
"That's easy enough," He chuckled, low and wicked and had the satisfaction of feeling her shiver just as the Companion arrived. "The dress is almost as soft as your skin."
"River?" He looked up at the sound of her name. Sure enough there was Serra, her escort standing beside her.
River smiled, cool and kind, a sip of clear water on a hot day, "Inara, we didn't know you'd be here."
"I must admit, I'm surprised to find you here as well," The Companion seemed slightly nonplussed by River's manners. "You obviously didn't remain on Osiris. Did Simon come with you?"
"Despite the propensity the crew had for seeing me as a child, I am fully grown," Her tone had gone dry as dust. "I'm even capable of attending a little party without my brother accompanying me."
"But you're obviously not unescorted," An arch of a dark eyebrow, perfectly shaped to accentuate her eyes.
"No," River tilted her face up to his and he gave her a grin. "No…Richard is…hard to miss." Those delicate fingers touched his jaw for a moment and his smile softened minutely. "Richard, this is Inara Serra and her escort, Cyan Murphy."
Riddick extended his free hand to Murphy and bowed over the Companion's knuckles politely as River continued, "Inara, Mr. Murphy, this is my dearest friend, Richard Braddock."
"A pleasure," Mr. Murphy smiled. "I take it you've known Inara for a while Miss River?"
"River Montgomery," Riddick added her last name supposedly for Murphy's benefit. The Companion didn't look surprised, but concealing her reactions was part of her business.
"Please, just River," She smiled at the older man. "I have, I sailed with Inara on Serenity for more than a year."
"Ah, then you must know the delightful young lady who kept the boat running," Mr. Murphy gave River a genuine smile. "I hadn't realized when I met Inara that we had a mutual acquaintance."
River's smile bloomed into something beautiful, "You mean Kaylee." She tilted her head and Riddick knew she was Reading the man. "Oh, you're the gentleman who was so kind to her and sent the mean girls off to stew. She had the best time talking with you about engines."
"She's a charming girl," Murphy agreed. He bowed slightly and turned to Inara, "My dear, I'll fetch us some shimmerwine if you'd like?"
"Thank you Cyan, that would be lovely," The woman's veneer of elegance never cracked. Though as her escort sauntered off her eyes sharpened slightly, "River, what are you doing here?"
"Let me think," River's scent snapped in his nose like ginger blooming on his tongue. "I'm not sleeping with you Inara. You're not my lover. Neither are you my mother, my House Mistress or anyone who has the slightest say in how I conduct my affairs. So let me conduct my affairs."
Riddick doubted anyone else would have caught the slight flinch in the Companion's reaction, the minute jerk of her neck as River threw those words at her. Those words had a meaning to the woman that no one but she and River would understand. She rallied though, "Where is your brother? Why aren't you on Osiris?"
"What's it matter to you," Riddick looked her up and down and glanced at River. Nope. No comparison. River had everything over this painted lady.
"She's not—"
He doubted anyone had ever dared to interrupt the Companion, beyond River's old Captain, but he didn't hold her in awe any more than River did, "She's a grown woman."
"Completely sane, and able to take responsibility for myself," River added pointedly. "Simon is on Osiris. With our parents. Richard and I visited not long ago. I chose to travel. And why I choose to do so and with whom is none of your affair."
"Your parents approved of your relationship with him," The tone suggested Inara begged leave to doubt the truth of that.
"My mother quite likes him. She sees that with Richard I am happy," River lifted one shoulder in a shrug. "My father…well, Richard makes him uneasy."
"Most Strikeforce graduates have that tendency," Riddick added. "But River isn't exactly harmless herself."
"No," River smiled, cool and sweet, at the Companion. "I wasn't aware you'd left Serenity."
"Not too long ago, yes," Inara nodded. "Mal was never going to change."
"And neither were you," The pointed reply got another tiny flinch from the Companion. "The two of you are opposites. Different values, different priorities, different needs. He hates secrets and secrets are all you have."
"I—"
"Doesn't matter really," River shook her head. "Just surprised it took you so long to figure it out. I was taught Companions made decisions with intellect, uninfluenced by hope or other emotions." With that little backhanded slap she looked up at Riddick, "I think we've stayed long enough don't you?"
"Do you think this will last," The Companion thought she'd found ammunition against them, or against River, for all the good it will do her. "He's obviously no more Core born than Mal is-"
"The difference is that doesn't matter to me," Riddick watched as River cut the elegant woman off with a roll of her eyes. "It never has."
"I think it's time we left," Riddick pressed his lips to her temple. "You know there's only so much tolerance I have for useless people."
"I'll have to mention we met the next time I wave Kaylee," Inara threw one last barb.
"Please do," River smiled as she slipped her arm in Riddick's. "Simon corresponds with her regularly. Richard and I have been hoping to visit." That bland smile stayed on her face until they were safely in the hired shuttle.
"So… interesting party," Riddick drawled as he slid his hand under that skirt, taking shameless advantage of the slit. "Never met a Companion before."
"What'd you think?" River looked up at him. All he wanted was to push the skirt up over her hips and make her forget about the stupid party.
"She's a complete jiàn huò," He grinned. "Your old Captain really had it bad for her?"
"It is part of her job to keep men panting after her," She pointed out dryly.
"Can't say that I think much of her," He admitted as he teased the skin under her garter. "Told you, between the two of you, which I'd rather have."
"And I maintain that you're fākuáng," River giggled quietly.
A generous tip to the driver and they were back aboard The Cutter not too much later. River sighed in relief as the ramp shut behind them and squeaked in surprise as Riddick scooped her up and began carrying her up the stairs.
"I've been wanting to peel you out of this dress for most of the night," He growled in her ear, mouth sucking on her neck.
"It comes apart," River giggled as he sat her on the galley table.
"It had better," That wicked mouth curved in a grin. "Before I test that I'd better check that we're good to take off in the morning."
She tilted her head, "Should be fully fueled and fluids changed out before dawn."
"Well," He picked her up and brought her to his room. "If I don't need to check that…I think I'll have a look at this dress…" His coat was thrown over a chair, half boots, shirt and trousers discarded just as quickly.
She so rarely got to simply look at him, huge, splendid and so masculine…nearly overwhelming. Silver eyes glowing in the twilight of the ship now that he'd removed the contacts. Those big hands spanned her waist and slid down the silk of her skirt to the slit in the side. "It…the underskirt…unzips in the back…" She murmured and felt his hands move towards the fastener. Soon the skirt was falling to the floor, to be tossed on top of his clothing while he looked at her.
She knew what he'd see, white legs in black silk stockings, held up by a garter belt and a dagger on the upper side of her inner thigh, easily reached but positioned so it didn't impede her movements. The sheer overskirt draped like a veil, no deterrent to those sharp eyes.
"And this…" His hands flicked at the sheer silk, "How do I get this off you?"
"Attached to the corset by the lowest fastener," River whispered, shivering as his hands found the silk ties and tugged them loose, the overskirt falling into his hands to be tossed over the rest of the clothing. He stood, looming over her, so much taller even when she was in heels.
"This…" He ran a thick knowing finger along the line of the soft draping cowl neck that drooped over her shoulders and dipped down to her cleavage. "Looks like I could just tug and those beautiful breasts would spill out over that corset for me."
"Not wrong, snaps easily undone," She agreed hoarsely and her reward was a low hungry growl and his hand pulling the silk up out of the low corset neckline until he could drop it on the chair. A low barrier of lace barely covered the tips of her breasts as they swelled over the corset and he didn't ask how he got her out of it, nimble fingers unfastening the frogs that led up her side until he could pull it off her.
She'd worn black lace beneath the gown, a stiletto tucked down between her breasts, the boning of the merry widow making the most of her slender figure. Riddick's eyes saw contrasts best he'd once told her. The black of the lace against the white of her skin had been chosen with him in mind. "Wǒ cào," Riddick groaned and removed the knife from her cleavage before he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up against his body. "Woman, you'd better be ready for this."
She didn't have time to ask him for what as he dropped to his knees and tore the black lace out from between her thighs, replacing it with his mouth a second later. Strong hands cupped her pì gu and held her to his lips when her knees went weak. "Unghh…Riddick…oh…merciful Buddha…" Those hands, spreading her wide, fingers rubbing against her gāng, using her own slick to tease and probe. "What…"
"Those Companions never taught you this?" He left off tongue fucking her for a moment to smirk up at her from between her thighs.
"Unghh…ohh…oh…not…not much…no…" She admitted with a shake of her head. That tongue licked her from stem to stern before he began sucking on her yīn dì. Slow and deliberate, building and building until she needed so badly she barely noticed how he'd opened her.
And he still didn't let her come. "Get on your hands and knees, up on the bed, now." The order came as something of a relief; surely, he'd fuck her now, relieve the ache he'd ignited between her thighs. But instead he positioned her so her hands clutched at the shelf that served as his headboard and pushed her knees apart before he slid between them.
"Riddick…please…" All she could do was beg as he held her body over his mouth and began to lick her again.
"No…" He drawled in that maddening chocolate and whiskey voice. "Not until I say so…this is what you get for teasing me like that all night. Gonna tease you."
"Oh… Wǒ de mā…" Heat, chasing over her skin, every inch of her aching, the lace of the corset chafing her skin as it became sensitive to every feeling. Her nipples so tight, abraded by the lace covering them and nothing she could do to relieve it. "Please…I ache… need you…"
"Hmm…" Such a satisfied smug sound to that gorgeous voice. "You do beg so pretty…" Those hands, still teasing her pì gu, slick with oil now. "What'll you let me do to you River? If I make you come right now…what'll you give me…" He licked her again, deliberately and patted her pì gu. "I'll give you a hint."
"You want to fuck my pì gu…" River nearly cried she ached so badly. "Please… yes… whatever you want…please Riddick just let me come…"
Beautiful. So perfect, practically grinding her clit to his tongue, her pretty ass opening for him. No idea if she'd be able to take his jī ba there or not… he had his doubts. Didn't matter really, he just wanted permission. Wanted to play with her, show her how good he could make her feel.
"Are you aching for it," He asked teasingly. "You want to be fucked so bad you're willing to take my cock up your virgin pì gu?" Riddick slid out from beneath her and kissed one creamy bare cheek. "Need to slick you up first…" Oils…he'd gotten her started with her slick and grabbed some oils, widening her with their aid. Now to tease her a bit, rub the head of his diǎo over that little rosebud…
Fuck, that moan…hungry, desperate, trying to push back onto his dick… "Behave now River," He bent over and growled in her ear. "You gonna do what I tell you? Hmm?"
"Yes…yes…please… please Riddick…" She stilled again and he could smell her need growing.
He patted her ass and gave it a squeeze. "So pretty like this. All this lace, so dark and your skin is pure white… Did you wear this for me River? So I would look at you and want to fuck you?"
"Yes…" Her voice was nearly a sob and he judged she'd been teased just long enough. "Wore black because…you said you see contrasts best… wanted to look… unghh…look beautiful for you."
This woman… she'd kill him saying stuff like that. Pull open the drawer under the bed, grab the toy he'd bought for her, a nice thick plug, maybe half his length and more than a bit narrower and oil it up. "You are beautiful," He nipped her thigh with his teeth above the lace of the stocking's edge. "Perfection." Skim his hands over her ass and rub the rounded tip of the plug against her rosebud. "Feel that?"
"Hmm…" She shuddered in reaction.
"I promise, I'll make you come nice and hard…but you have to take it up your pì gu River," He put a dark edge into his voice. "No whining, no begging to stop… Can you do that for me?"
"Yes…" Her skin had taken on a heated hue, nipples dark under that lace and he couldn't wait to take it off of her. "I'll be good…take it… please…please Riddick…"
"Good…" Riddick smiled and slid his fingers between her thighs, finding her swollen clit easily. Fuck she was so engorged, needing… one or two quick tugs and she'd go over. "Are you ready? Try to relax if you can…I don't want to hurt you."
"Please…Riddick…please fuck my pì gu and make me come for you," Oh damn she begged so sweet.
"Love how you beg River," Without mercy he began to rub and tug on her clit, quick rough strokes designed to take her to the edge and push her over. Her moans rose to a fever pitch within seconds and he could feel her gathering, her body ready. Had to time it just right…there…that gasp…another and she'd go over…
She gasped and he began to push the plug into her ass with a possessive growl as she came in a rush of slick coating his hand and screaming in desperation. By the time she was trembling in the aftermath the plug was filling her ass and her rosebud had closed around the tapered end, leaving the soft rubber cap protruding. "So good…so good River," He praised, pressing kisses to her thighs. "How's that feel? Hmm?"
"Soo…" She shuddered. "So good…odd and deep and so…"
He'd teased her so long she was ready to go over again any minute… But first… "All right," Riddick helped her up and began to strip the stockings off her, removing all that pretty black lace and loving how she shivered wherever his hands touched her. He'd never seen her nipples so dark and tight, her lips swollen from where she'd bitten them.
Help her to kneel upright on the bed and pull her close so he could rub his dick over that soaking wet pussy, and kiss her… Her mouth would be the death of him, how completely she surrendered each time, opening for him and giving his tongue free rein to plunder. So wet against him, it'd be so easy to push into her.
Tight tits rubbing against his chest, little mewls coming from River's throat and he groaned, kissing his way down to her tits and capturing one between his lips. Lave it with his tongue and she shuddered hot in his arms. Slow warm pulls of his mouth, sucking it deep and she cried out, shocked and he felt it on his prick, another wash of slick.
"Cào dàn," He lifted his head to stare at her, still shuddering in his arms. "You just…came…while I was sucking on your tits…" She didn't bother to deny it, moaning and pressing against him for more. "Sexiest woman I have ever met," Riddick groaned and gave her other neglected tit his full attention, scaping her with his teeth deliberately and was rewarded with a shriek and another hot gush of slick.
"Please… Riddick…please…fuck me…" Gasping pleas as she trembled against him and he didn't have the patience to make her wait for it any longer.
Turn her around and spread her knees on the edge of the bed, shoulders pressed down so he could see that beautiful wet slit presented to him. That ripe peach of an ass so perfect and skewered with the plug he'd put in her. Rub the wide blunt head of his prick over her opening, so fucking hot, she'd scald him.
Hands on those hips, hold her in place and push forward, deeper, deeper, so fucking tight, not even halfway there and she wailed when he hit her sweet spot, a scream of his name and a rush of slick coating his prick, don't stop until he's balls deep and grinding in to take her. "My pretty little queen," He growled low in his throat. "Presenting to me like a cat in heat aren't you."
She moaned her assent, trembling and Riddick groaned at the feel of her, so tight, snug like a fist around his diǎo. Inhale, testing her scent, no blood, no pain, need filling the air and he pulled out almost completely. A protesting groan from his lover and he patted her ass. "Gonna fuck you hard now River. Not gonna stop until I'm satisfied. Are you gonna take my cock River?"
She always did, took it as hard as he could give it to her and begged for more but he'd learned over the months that asking her questions, telling her what he was going to do got her even hotter. The more dominant he was, the more she enjoyed what they did together. "I will, please Riddick, please…" And she begged so good. "Please fuck me…hard as you want…I need it…please…"
"Oh, I will," He rammed into her and she screamed.
She'd passed out. River blinked her eyes open in confusion and shivered. Sensation seemed to simply wash over her skin. Riddick, arms wrapped around her, hard as a steel pole inside her, the odd and strangely good sensation of whatever he'd used to fill her rear. "You back with me woman?" That wicked voice in her ear, hands skimming up her rib cage to cup her breasts.
"Hmm…" She leaned her head back and her reward was that mouth sucking on the tender curve of her neck. "Fell so hard…" She rolled her hips back to his and he groaned against her skin. "Want to feel you Riddick. Please…"
"Yeah," He sounded amused. "Fucking filled your belly twice before you came so hard you blacked out. Then you're moaning and clenching around me coming to, got me ready to go again. Sure you can take it?"
"Please…" She nodded, breathless at the lust that filled him as he kneaded her breasts with his palms. "Want to watch you go over…please…"
"Then I guess I'd better put you on top," Riddick had a grin in his voice as he pulled his body out of hers and rolled onto his back. Those big hands could move her around like a doll, and this was no different. She was straddling him in no time and he groaned as he looked up at her. "You are so tiān shā de beautiful woman."
"Think she's prettier in a moment," River smirked at him as she lifted her body over his and slowly slid down onto his jī ba with a moaning gasp of pleasure as he filled her. His hands caught her hips and held her for a moment before moving her down minutely, in tiny increments until he hit that spot. Her sweet spot he had called it. Rare were the times he filled her that she didn't fall at least a bit when he hit that spot. Now he held her so the head of his cock rubbed that spot over and over, lifting and sinking her body on him.
She'd had the illusion of control when she'd climbed on top of him and now Riddick was very firmly reminding her that in this bed, he was in charge of her pleasure. That self-discipline of his would be her undoing, like now as she mewled and moaned and finally screamed as she came in a rush around him and he pulled her hips down to his until she'd been completely impaled.
"Beautiful," He crooned as she gasped and shivered in reaction. "Perfection."
Slide her hands up his chest, over flat masculine nipples slowly tightening as she touched him, roll her hips, use all those muscles a dancer learns to contract and ease her body around him until he's the one groaning. Take one hand away and begin to rub her so sensitive yīn dì, riveting his gaze to her fingers, teasing him the way he had her.
River watched him, loving his groans and growls and increasingly tight grip on her hips as she rode him slowly. It wouldn't last, he'd lose patience, hate not being able to feel her breasts against his chest as he fucked her. Hate not being able to kiss her and make her crazed. His need to touch, to feel, to surround her body and overwhelm them both with sensation had quickly made her crave more and more time in his bed.
It didn't take much longer. He pushed himself up and grabbed her hand, licking her fingers clean of her slick and kissing her hungrily. One hand on her pì gu, holding her tightly as his hips thrust up into her in hard jolts. The other between their bodies, rubbing her clit with his thumb in hard flat strokes she'd never known she craved until him. "Fuck," He groaned. "Come for me River," He sucked the soft skin of her shoulder and bent her spine to thrust her breasts up for his lips, sucking them deep and hard into his mouth.
"Unghh…Riddick, Riddick…" She had no control, she never would again, she'd always belong to him, yearn for this, ache for it. "God…Riddick…"
"That's it, pretty little queen," He groaned the words over her skin. "Come for me." Harder and harder inside her, she'd die of it, hotter and hotter.
One last rough thrust, his hand moving that toy in her ass along with his diǎo and she screamed his name, feeling her body gather and explode around his. Riddick shouted into her shoulder and she felt him fill her again.
He'd held her, mouth on her neck and shoulders, breathing deeply and she could feel him struggling with something internally before he looked up and smiled, wicked and warm. "So how'd you like this," He tapped the toy still in her pì gu and River shivered at the sensation.
"So strange…not bad…different," She admitted. "You…like…playing with—"
"Playing with your ass," Riddick smirked at her. Damn the man he was so gorram big she was looking up at him even straddling his lap. "I like that you'll let me. Like that you seemed to enjoy it."
"You think we could actually…" What had happened to her lack of embarrassment about sex? She'd had no difficulty talking about it with the Companions. But Riddick made her blush with a look.
He chuckled, "No matter how much I like teasing you and dominating you in bed, I draw the line at something that would hurt you. Never got off on that." He shifted inside her and she moaned at the feeling of him swelling and hardening again. "You want we can try it."
She was finding it hard to think now, his body stretching her, filling her so deeply, "I…I…yes…please…"
"Have to grab a condom," He rolled his hips to hers and she mewled clutching at his shoulders. Oh that evil smile… "And I'd have to stop fucking this sweet slit I'm buried in right now."
River moaned, "Riddick…" His mouth sucked on her neck before he took her mouth again and she shuddered.
"Yeah, later," He agreed.
Panting under him as Riddick eased the toy out of her pì gu leaving her so empty, those clever fingers teasing and playing with her yīn dì. "Unghh…sweet merciful Buddha… Riddick…"
His voice, crooned in her ear, dark chocolate and whiskey, she could get drunk on his voice, "Relax now River…" Plastic tearing open… And oh… his jī ba rubbing against her…
"Feels good…" She gasped as his hands grasped her hips, pulling the cheeks of her pì gu apart slightly, opening her more.
"The minute it doesn't you say so," That growl should have sounded threatening and instead she could only tremble as it rolled over her skin. "So pretty…wanting my prick up your ass."
"I do…" River mewled as he began pressing forward, hot, stinging, stretching good and not…and… "Unghh…Riddick…I…"
"Fuck…" His voice strained. "Fuck River…you're tight…" The slick of oil on her skin, easing the sting some as he pushed forward again.
"Riddick…" A gasp, pleading, she didn't know if it was for more or a need to stop, such conflicting sensations. "Oh god…Riddick… please…"
He stopped, his hold on her hips tightening and she heard him inhale sharply, "River…tell me the truth… do you like it?"
"I… I…can't… I want…but…" She shook her head, "So big…good and…then…"
"Yeah," Strangely Riddick didn't sound disappointed or annoyed with her, carefully pulling out and leaving her gasping in surprised relief. "I don't think that's going to work for us." She heard him stripping off the condom and felt his hands lifting her hips a bit. "Doesn't mean we can't play other ways."
"What…" His mouth trailed over one cheek, teeth nipping her and she felt him dripping oil on her again.
"You didn't think that little plug was the only thing I picked up for you," She could hear that evil smile in his voice again. "You might not be able to take my dick there, but that doesn't mean you can't have your pì gu fucked good."
Something blunt and thick, pressing against her while one hand dipped between her legs and those nimble fingers stroked and rubbed her yīn dì. Pleasure began to race through her again, heat gathering and she moaned, rubbing her breasts against the mattress, needing the pressure and friction.
"Oh…Riddick…" River mewled, rolling her hips back to him, trying for more. "Please… I can't…"
"Is it hurting you?" The pressure against her gāng eased and she moaned desperately.
"Please…more…feels good…please…" She shuddered.
"Ohh…" That delicious pressure resumed, her lover's voice wickedly pleased. "Am I corrupting my beautiful little queen? Hmm… The delicate Core princess is begging me to push a toy into her tight little ass?"
"Yes…" River cried as his fingers brought her to the edge again and refused to let her fall over. "Riddick please… please…"
"Well since you beg me so nice…"
Oh Buddha, she could feel his diǎo rubbing against her yīn xué, teasing her with the hot thick head like he was teasing her gāng with the toy. "Please…please…Riddick… Cāo wǒ de jǐnz hāng de yīn bù… Qǐng jìn wǒ lǐmiàn…"
"So beautiful," Riddick's fingers surrounded her clit, tugging it gently. "Love how you beg and scream my name River."
That voice, his fingers, she was going to go mad if he didn't let her come, the wave of heat, so… so close, nearly crashing over her before receding again. Aching, tight, trying to push back to him and held in place by those strong hands. "Unghh…ohh god…please, please…" She screamed as her climax abruptly slammed through her like a bullet, jerking her hips in his hands and screamed again as her pì gu was invaded by something thicker and longer than the plug he'd used on her earlier but not nearly as big as his jī ba. Heat seemed to burst through her skin as he filled her pì gu and she shuddered violently, guttural noises of bliss erupting from her throat as her orgasm seemed to keep going.
"Oh fuck yes, so beautiful, my little Core queen," Riddick's growl preceded his huge diǎo driving into her before the ripples of her climax had eased, immediately throwing her off another cliff of ecstasy. "Now you're going to really get fucked River," Dark promise filled that gorgeous voice. "Know what that toy shoved up your pretty pì gu does?"
She could only shake her head, words gone, replaced by mewling and moans and almost violent shuddering.
"It moves in your pì gu, just like my cock moves in your yīn xué," He growled, pulling her body up so she was forced to straddle his thighs, splayed wide open, spine against his chest. One palm pressed to her belly, fingers rubbing her yīn dì while the other reached for something beside him. A soft click and she felt it. The toy, undulating up and down its length. "Now…" His teeth found that soft sensitive spot on her neck and tugged sharply before he began to suck a mark into her skin. "I think I want to see how many times I can bring you before we have to lift off in the morning."
He might just have set the record. Riddick smiled to himself as he gently sponged his lover's body down, ointment applied to her tender parts, some of them chafed through repeated handling. She was extraordinary. He'd never had a lover like her. So beautiful, sensual and with an appetite to match his. Ready to try anything, including something he'd really thought she'd give him a hard no on.
Sure, he doubted he'd ever be able to put his dick up her luscious peach of a pì gu. But she'd tried, tried a little longer than he'd been happy with. When he'd inhaled and smelt more pain than pleasure… if she hadn't been honest about it he'd have been tempted to pull out and refuse to fuck her for a week at least. Not that it would have been easy but if she wanted him dominant in bed then he needed the truth from her.
But oh damn, her reaction when he'd used the toys on her… If he didn't stop thinking about it he'd be taking the boat off the docks with a hard on.
Her makeup…he'd kissed the gloss of her lips off completely, they were swollen from his mouth, her neck had multiple love bites. The shadow and kohl on her eyes hadn't budged, but he doubted it'd be good for her skin to leave it on much longer. A quick check of her room and he'd gotten a bottle of some cream that said it would remove cosmetics and cleaned all the stuff off her eyes.
"Wǒ cào," He shook his head. "First woman I've met who looks prettier without paint on her face than with it on." Her hair had gotten mussed but stayed up pretty well considering how rigorously he'd fucked her. Finding the pins and stilettos and drawing them out of those soft silky locks was hardly a hardship. Damn… she always had it in a braid or a fà jì (what the hell kind of word was chignon?) and he rarely saw it down.
She'd stirred a few times and he'd soothed her back to sleep with a stroke to her skin or a soft kiss to her mouth. He had the urge to simply press those long pale legs apart and lick her clit until she came again but he'd already kept her up most of the night. The sight of her, pale and perfect against the darkness of his sheets… damn he wanted to keep her. Best stifle those thoughts, that way lay certain disappointment. Count himself lucky she was in his bed. That she'd stayed this long.
For now, he pulled the sheets and quilts up over her pale body and crouched by the side of the bed when her eyes fluttered open. "Hey, gonna have a quick shower before we lift off. You want me to wake you up when I'm done?"
That sleepy smile would kill him, "Hmm… if she can't shower with him, then yes, please…after."
"You showering with me would make us late to leave," Riddick felt half the blood in his body rush south. "And I'm pretty sure I fucked you raw."
"Doesn't mean I didn't love it," She giggled softly.
"Sleep," He indulged himself with a stroke down that silky hair from her crown. Her eyes shut again and he grinned. Took only God knew how many orgasms and keeping her up all night to get her to obey orders.
Author's Note: Soo…sorry… but once Riddick got River out of that dress he kinda took over. Though we did get a few glimpses into his thoughts about River. I hope you're having a safe and happy Holiday Season!
Chinese Translations:
jiàn huò (bitch / slut)
fākuáng (crazy)
Wǒ cào (holy fuck / lit. 'I fuck')
pì gu (butt)
gāng (anus)
yīn dì (clitoris)
Wǒ de mā (My mother! Mama mia! Similar to "Oh my God!" in usage.)
jī ba (dick / penis)
diǎo (cock)
Cào dàn (damn it! / fuck! (vulgar) / Satan (loan) / devil)
tiān shā de (Goddam! / goddamn / wretched)
yīn dì (clitoris)
yīn xué (pussy/underground cave / vagina / female genitalia (in pornography))
Cāo wǒ de jǐnz hāng de yīn bù (fuck my tight pussy)
Qǐng jìn wǒ lǐmiàn (please come inside me)
fà jì (hair worn in a bun or coil)