Chapter 11
Jack and Gillian didn't come in until 11:43 p.m. Riddick knew this because he saw them stagger in at this time. Jack was drunk; Gillian was helping her to her room when Riddick slipped back upstairs. When she came into the room, it was completely dark. She scanned the room to get her eyes used to the darkness. She didn't want Riddick to wake up while she changed for bed. Riddick stood in the middle of the room with a deadly look on his face. He was furious with her. He tried calling both of their cells but neither of them answered. Even though Lanka 3 was peaceful compared to over planets, it took on a while new light when night took over. Murders, robberies, woman getting raped. Riddick snapped from his dream like state when Gillian began to strip. 'Oh no, here we go again!' Riddick thought as he tried to keep his focus. But he couldn't, every time he thought of how mad he was at her, he would think back to the little striptease she gave him earlier. She took off everything but the camisole and panties; she felt her way to her bed and got under the covers. "Lights dim!" Riddick growled Gillian sat straight up when she heard him. "Riddick...I thought you were asleep." She gasped. "Where were you." He said in an awful attempt to stay calm. "Didn't Jerome tell you?" "Yeah he did. Let me ask again. WHY did you go?" "Jack and I are bored, we needed to be off the compound for awhile." "I didn't know what I gotta do to show you that this isn't a joke." Going over to her bed he yanks her from her bed. "Do I have to beat tha shit out of you?" He said as a whispering threat. "Go ahead! Stop being such a pussy and do something!" She yelled then started to push at his chest, knocking him back a few feet. "You can do whatever you want to me but I'm not giving in to you." Something inside of Riddick broke causing the floodgates to give way. It must have shown in his face because Gillian started to step back. He reached for her, with that she swung at him. He definitely didn't expect that. Caught completely off guard the blow hit directly in the chin. Blinking in astonishment he though 'Damn, someone taught her how to fight and good.' Realizing that there was no real damage he lunged for her but she was too quick for him. Cutting her off he caught her by the arm; pinning her to the bed until he knee slammed upward, nearly catching him in the groin. When her leg brushed his thigh, Riddick felt himself spring to life. She was sprawled out in a position he'd never seen her in, exposing her long creamy legs. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as if straining to be free of the material that covered them. Riddick felt as if he wanted her forever. Without a pause; he pressed a knee into the mattress, rose over her then took the front of her camisole and ripped the front. Slowly he moved his hands over her body to her panties. He moved his gaze to her eyes. They were filled with fear but he could smell her excitement. He slipped his fingers over the waistband of her panties, without warning he ripped them off, she gasped as his hands loomed back up to her chest. He pulled the edges of her remaining material back. She was completely exposed to him. His eyes washed over her as he thought 'Christ she's beautiful' Especially her breasts; so creamy, ripe, and luscious. The nipples like berries, small and hard. "I thought you didn't want me." The sound of her voice knocked him from his thoughts. "I lied," he admitted, and putting his hands on her outstretched wrists to hold her in place, he leaned forward and took one bright berry in his mouth. She moaned, and the low sound made him continue on. He raised his other knee to the bed, so that he knelt between Gillian's legs, and released her wrists. Running his hands down the length of her smooth arms and sides to the curve of her waist. Then she surprised him by rolling over so that he was thrown onto his back and she was on top. Gillian tugged at his top, Riddick sat up, yanking off his top with eagerness. But it didn't stop there he continued with his pants and boos until he was as naked as her. Riddick pulled her down on top of him, loving the press of her firm mounds into his chest, his hands roamed over her shoulders, her back, and the soft curve of her ass. That wasn't enough, muttered, "Nuh huh, this isn't gonna work." With that he rolled her beneath him and pressed his swollen member against her but before he could get inside her she flipped again making him take the bottom once more. Dazed, Riddick watched as Gillian's hands came down over his wrists in mimicry of his actions. Smiling she said, "What's not gonna work?" "This!" he said. Once again the tug of war of who would be on top ended with Riddick on top. "You do that again and I'll make you pay." He grinned. With swift impatience, he drew one of her knees high up over his thighs, he glorified in the texture as it slid against his skin. Then he guiding himself to her ready opening. Smooth, hot, and wet, she closed around the tip, and he trembled at the ecstasy that flooded through him. He needed to be deep inside her. Grasping her by her hips, he pulled her to him, thrusting past her barrier to bury himself to her root. Gillian screamed and tried to pull away, but he held her fast, snuggling to remain inside her she punched at his chest, she began to whimper, seeing the tears that pooled in her shimmering eyes, he drew her head down against his chest, whispering he said, "SSHH, the worst part is over now. We're not done." "Fuck you, I'm done! You h-hurt me!" Her broken spirit stabbed to his core. He didn't feel any triumph in this, only the exchange of her agony to him. Slowly Riddick eased himself out and in fully again. When she began to ease her stance he doubled his pace. For him, her pleasure was suddenly all he could think of, he wanted her first time as well as any other time to be beautiful. Slowly he could feel her start to enjoy it. Her legs rose higher. He began to quicken his strokes, then suddenly, she stiffened, "Riddick!" Gasping, she tightened around him. Milking all his past transgressions with her body. As he poured himself in her, Riddick felt a void in him start to get filled. Trembling in the aftermath he slipped from her naked form. Riddick pressed his face against his wife's hair, exhausted he slept.
Riddick woke up in a tangle of arms and legs and red hair, "What tha fuck!" he whispered as he looked down at Gillian. She looked so content, her mouth curved into a soft smile. Without putting on any clothes he flung the covers off of him and jumped from the bed. Waking her up, he could hear her give a yawn as she stretched over the pillows. He went to the bathroom and the first thing he did was start the shower. He wanted her scent off him as soon as possible. After taking a pee he moved over tot eh shower and got in. He stood in the shower for a while, brooding over the weakness he showed last night. When he came out he was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. "You're beautiful." Gillian whispered. He stiffed, not expecting the comment from her. "Yeah, well." He said. "Don't think just cause off last night that things are different, because they aren't." Trying to gain some type of control of the situation he walked over to the side of the bed she was laying on and stood over her. She was lying completely naked, the most shameless of nuns and the most enticing of wives. He shuddered with the force of his need, and all the denial that came with it. She just lay there with the most devilishly smile on her face. Without a word, Riddick gripped her ankles and pulled her to him. Ignoring he gasp of surprise, he spread her thighs and thrust himself inside her. It was like heaven for both of them. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes as he let red-hot pleasure wash over him. Never before has he ever known sex to be this good. His fingers dug into her hips as he withdrew, only to plunge back into her once more. "Riddick." Her breathy whisper drew his attention, and he looked down at her. He dazed look made him feel good. He drew back and drove harder, deeper, like he was driving a hammer into a nail. "Riddick touch me like you did last night!" His hands slid over to her clit and pressed. She cried out, arching off the bed in sudden climax, and he bucked against her. Through the heat of passion, Riddick heard the opening of door behind him, followed by a loud gasp, 'That'll teach Jack to start knocking from now on.' Riddick thought. He neither stopped nor even took a pause. He pumped into her, and as soon as the door closed again, he threw his head back, a primal noise leaving his throat as his seed planted itself in her body. She was definitely his now. Always and forever. Riddick fought the urge to collapse on top of her. He could barely stand though; he still stood at the edge of the bed, her legs still wrapped around him. When he finally withdrew, he was trembling like last night; he turned so she couldn't see how she affected him. She wasn't just sex, no matter how much he tried to play her off as being she wasn't. She was something beyond his experience.
Jack and Gillian didn't come in until 11:43 p.m. Riddick knew this because he saw them stagger in at this time. Jack was drunk; Gillian was helping her to her room when Riddick slipped back upstairs. When she came into the room, it was completely dark. She scanned the room to get her eyes used to the darkness. She didn't want Riddick to wake up while she changed for bed. Riddick stood in the middle of the room with a deadly look on his face. He was furious with her. He tried calling both of their cells but neither of them answered. Even though Lanka 3 was peaceful compared to over planets, it took on a while new light when night took over. Murders, robberies, woman getting raped. Riddick snapped from his dream like state when Gillian began to strip. 'Oh no, here we go again!' Riddick thought as he tried to keep his focus. But he couldn't, every time he thought of how mad he was at her, he would think back to the little striptease she gave him earlier. She took off everything but the camisole and panties; she felt her way to her bed and got under the covers. "Lights dim!" Riddick growled Gillian sat straight up when she heard him. "Riddick...I thought you were asleep." She gasped. "Where were you." He said in an awful attempt to stay calm. "Didn't Jerome tell you?" "Yeah he did. Let me ask again. WHY did you go?" "Jack and I are bored, we needed to be off the compound for awhile." "I didn't know what I gotta do to show you that this isn't a joke." Going over to her bed he yanks her from her bed. "Do I have to beat tha shit out of you?" He said as a whispering threat. "Go ahead! Stop being such a pussy and do something!" She yelled then started to push at his chest, knocking him back a few feet. "You can do whatever you want to me but I'm not giving in to you." Something inside of Riddick broke causing the floodgates to give way. It must have shown in his face because Gillian started to step back. He reached for her, with that she swung at him. He definitely didn't expect that. Caught completely off guard the blow hit directly in the chin. Blinking in astonishment he though 'Damn, someone taught her how to fight and good.' Realizing that there was no real damage he lunged for her but she was too quick for him. Cutting her off he caught her by the arm; pinning her to the bed until he knee slammed upward, nearly catching him in the groin. When her leg brushed his thigh, Riddick felt himself spring to life. She was sprawled out in a position he'd never seen her in, exposing her long creamy legs. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly as if straining to be free of the material that covered them. Riddick felt as if he wanted her forever. Without a pause; he pressed a knee into the mattress, rose over her then took the front of her camisole and ripped the front. Slowly he moved his hands over her body to her panties. He moved his gaze to her eyes. They were filled with fear but he could smell her excitement. He slipped his fingers over the waistband of her panties, without warning he ripped them off, she gasped as his hands loomed back up to her chest. He pulled the edges of her remaining material back. She was completely exposed to him. His eyes washed over her as he thought 'Christ she's beautiful' Especially her breasts; so creamy, ripe, and luscious. The nipples like berries, small and hard. "I thought you didn't want me." The sound of her voice knocked him from his thoughts. "I lied," he admitted, and putting his hands on her outstretched wrists to hold her in place, he leaned forward and took one bright berry in his mouth. She moaned, and the low sound made him continue on. He raised his other knee to the bed, so that he knelt between Gillian's legs, and released her wrists. Running his hands down the length of her smooth arms and sides to the curve of her waist. Then she surprised him by rolling over so that he was thrown onto his back and she was on top. Gillian tugged at his top, Riddick sat up, yanking off his top with eagerness. But it didn't stop there he continued with his pants and boos until he was as naked as her. Riddick pulled her down on top of him, loving the press of her firm mounds into his chest, his hands roamed over her shoulders, her back, and the soft curve of her ass. That wasn't enough, muttered, "Nuh huh, this isn't gonna work." With that he rolled her beneath him and pressed his swollen member against her but before he could get inside her she flipped again making him take the bottom once more. Dazed, Riddick watched as Gillian's hands came down over his wrists in mimicry of his actions. Smiling she said, "What's not gonna work?" "This!" he said. Once again the tug of war of who would be on top ended with Riddick on top. "You do that again and I'll make you pay." He grinned. With swift impatience, he drew one of her knees high up over his thighs, he glorified in the texture as it slid against his skin. Then he guiding himself to her ready opening. Smooth, hot, and wet, she closed around the tip, and he trembled at the ecstasy that flooded through him. He needed to be deep inside her. Grasping her by her hips, he pulled her to him, thrusting past her barrier to bury himself to her root. Gillian screamed and tried to pull away, but he held her fast, snuggling to remain inside her she punched at his chest, she began to whimper, seeing the tears that pooled in her shimmering eyes, he drew her head down against his chest, whispering he said, "SSHH, the worst part is over now. We're not done." "Fuck you, I'm done! You h-hurt me!" Her broken spirit stabbed to his core. He didn't feel any triumph in this, only the exchange of her agony to him. Slowly Riddick eased himself out and in fully again. When she began to ease her stance he doubled his pace. For him, her pleasure was suddenly all he could think of, he wanted her first time as well as any other time to be beautiful. Slowly he could feel her start to enjoy it. Her legs rose higher. He began to quicken his strokes, then suddenly, she stiffened, "Riddick!" Gasping, she tightened around him. Milking all his past transgressions with her body. As he poured himself in her, Riddick felt a void in him start to get filled. Trembling in the aftermath he slipped from her naked form. Riddick pressed his face against his wife's hair, exhausted he slept.
Riddick woke up in a tangle of arms and legs and red hair, "What tha fuck!" he whispered as he looked down at Gillian. She looked so content, her mouth curved into a soft smile. Without putting on any clothes he flung the covers off of him and jumped from the bed. Waking her up, he could hear her give a yawn as she stretched over the pillows. He went to the bathroom and the first thing he did was start the shower. He wanted her scent off him as soon as possible. After taking a pee he moved over tot eh shower and got in. He stood in the shower for a while, brooding over the weakness he showed last night. When he came out he was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. "You're beautiful." Gillian whispered. He stiffed, not expecting the comment from her. "Yeah, well." He said. "Don't think just cause off last night that things are different, because they aren't." Trying to gain some type of control of the situation he walked over to the side of the bed she was laying on and stood over her. She was lying completely naked, the most shameless of nuns and the most enticing of wives. He shuddered with the force of his need, and all the denial that came with it. She just lay there with the most devilishly smile on her face. Without a word, Riddick gripped her ankles and pulled her to him. Ignoring he gasp of surprise, he spread her thighs and thrust himself inside her. It was like heaven for both of them. Leaning his head back, he closed his eyes as he let red-hot pleasure wash over him. Never before has he ever known sex to be this good. His fingers dug into her hips as he withdrew, only to plunge back into her once more. "Riddick." Her breathy whisper drew his attention, and he looked down at her. He dazed look made him feel good. He drew back and drove harder, deeper, like he was driving a hammer into a nail. "Riddick touch me like you did last night!" His hands slid over to her clit and pressed. She cried out, arching off the bed in sudden climax, and he bucked against her. Through the heat of passion, Riddick heard the opening of door behind him, followed by a loud gasp, 'That'll teach Jack to start knocking from now on.' Riddick thought. He neither stopped nor even took a pause. He pumped into her, and as soon as the door closed again, he threw his head back, a primal noise leaving his throat as his seed planted itself in her body. She was definitely his now. Always and forever. Riddick fought the urge to collapse on top of her. He could barely stand though; he still stood at the edge of the bed, her legs still wrapped around him. When he finally withdrew, he was trembling like last night; he turned so she couldn't see how she affected him. She wasn't just sex, no matter how much he tried to play her off as being she wasn't. She was something beyond his experience.