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Madame Hardy: your wish is my command...nakedness...Go my Riddick sister!

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Later, when the sun finally sets, I wake up with a start. For a second, I forgot where I was and more importantly, who was sleeping with me. I turn around and look at Riddick. He's still sleeping and I take the opportunity to admire him.

He looks almost peaceful when he rests. His head is on his arm while he sleeps on his side. His muscles are perfectly cut. He is so sexy without a shirt, I feel aroused. His full lips are slightly parted and I want nothing more than to slide my tongue in.

My face creeps closer to his, when I suddenly feel hands at my neck. Riddick's awake.

"Hello to you too," I purr.

It takes him an instant to remember me. I would have maybe been insulted, but his kiss stopped all rational thinking. I feel my vampire awaken and it's thirsty. I want to suck his throbbing pulse, especially since I remember the hypnotic effect of a few drops of his blood.

But I know that this would not be the right time. Riddick does not seem to be the type to allow someone to drink his blood willingly. Patience is key. Meanwhile, I have other things I can do.

Vampires have always been portrayed as very sexual beings in literature and cinema, and that is completely right. Even though blood is what we really need and crave, sex can be a good substitute.

As Riddick leans back from the kiss, I realize that I want him in me tonight.

I use my unnatural strength to pin his shoulders down as I get up on him. I straddle his hips, grinding for emphasis.

"I want you now. Right now." I don't see the point in being roundabout.

"Of course you do," Riddick says smugly.

I lean down so my breasts rub against his naked chest while I kiss him, or shall I say explore his mouth. With his arms still pinned, I kiss down his neck till his right shoulder which I nuzzle. His muscles are so enticing and so appealing.

I take my hands and discover the mounds of muscle on his arms. I kiss my way down his chest till his nipple. I graze it with my teeth until it becomes a bump, and then I turn to his other nipple. I suck on it until I hear him growl. Nothing like a primal sound to show that someone is pleased.

I continue kissing down his abs until I reach a little line of hair. It's almost like an arrow leading me to the main prize. I unzip his pants and slide them a bit down. He's hard and ready, and more importantly, he's huge. Many women don't realize that the length itself isn't that satisfying. Width brings the real pleasure, and I happy that Riddick is well endowed in both departments.

I take him in my hand and tease him with my nails as I rub him. My other hand is on my breast, twisting my nipple.

"Let me take care of that," Riddick whispers. He tears off my top and looks very happy to see that I am not wearing anything underneath. His rough hands go straight to my breasts and hold them. "They fit perfectly," he comments before getting up to put one in his mouth. He slowly bites and sucks and tugs and kisses each breast, till they almost feel sore.

Then suddenly, he's straddling me. He tugs my skirt off and admires my crimson thong. He spreads my legs wide and starts kissing the inside of my thighs. He starts near my knees and works up till he reaches my mound. He tears off my thong and licks me, while his thumb makes circles on my clit. All I could do is moan.

His licks became more intense and he has to hold me down because I keep moving. He goes faster and faster until I hear myself scream. I scratch his back as I surf waves of pleasure. He lifts his head to put another head down and in to me.

He slides in and out slowly and I arch my back for him to go faster. Finally he speeds up, and we create a furious rhythm. My legs wrap around his waist. One arm's around his neck, while the other hand is playing with my clit. Both of his hands are playing with my breasts.

As I get closer and closer to my climax, he comes closer to me. I can tell that he wants to look at my eyes as I come. Oh and fuck did I come. I am so wet, it's quite unbelievable. And I can tell that Riddick feels damn good too.

As a vampire, I can take a lot so I'm never satisfied with easy sex. I like it strong, fast and crazy, like Riddick. I might give him a few minutes to relax, and then I definitely want more.

"Thanks," I tell Riddick. "It's been a long time since I have had someone who wasn't afraid of going hard."

"Maybe I should thank you," he replies as he lays his cheek on my breasts. "How old was your daughter when she was raped?"

I can't believe he chooses this moment to ask me that. But at the same time, I don't think he could have chosen a better moment.

"She was fourteen," I answer as if I was talking about the weather.

"You killed the guy?"

"There were two of them, and I did kill them. Extremely slowly. Love is so weird. It makes you do things you never thought you would do. Have you ever cared for someone?"

"I don't have any kids."

"That's not what I asked. I asked if you cared about someone. Cared so much that you did crazy stuff for them."

At first Riddick is quiet. I know he's contemplating if he should tell me, but my honesty must have influenced him.

"There's this one kid. I left her to keep her safe," he says sounding a little lost. "Her name is Jack. She must be around sixteen now. She fuckin' hates me for leaving her."

"Why don't you go back to her?" I ask curiously. I would go back to my daughter, if only she was alive.

"It doesn't work like that."

With those words, he gets up and goes to the washroom. I guess he needs his alone time, just the way I now need mine. I sit up and lean against the headboard, as I stare outside at the moon.

My daughter Alisha was coming home from the temple when two men attacked her. They raped and killed her. My husband was not in the village and I was too afraid to help her. Even a mother can have weaknesses. When Alisha's body was discovered, I hated myself for being so afraid. Of not being able to help her or take revenge on her behalf.

That night I prayed and prayed. I practiced a dark sacrifice that allowed the demons to come to me. I cannot remember them, it's as if they came to me when I was in a haze. I only remember certain words and feelings. They were pleased with my sacrifice and granted me a wish. I chose to be strong and not afraid and not easily killed. My wish was granted to me, but I was told to wait till the next full moon.

A few nights later, I woke up in the middle of the night to see a strange man standing by my bed. The same man that I had feared so many years ago when he came to my wedding and made me faint. He was tall and dark. His hair fell below his shoulders, and his eyes were the color of blood, like mine are today. He was muscular and sour looking.

I was more afraid of him that night than I was of anything else, including my daughter's death. He grabbed me by the neck and brought me to the lake near my hut. He made me lie down on the floor, as he put my hair on one side. That night I felt my humanity die as my heartbeat became frantic and then practically went still. He nearly drank my blood dry, and then made me drink his blood.

With an hour, I rose as a vampire. When I saw my reflection in the lake and saw my red eyes, I knew that I had to leave the village. Obviously I said good-bye to the men that killed my daughter, but then I left my home and my husband.

I understand why Riddick believes that Jack is safer without him. It's the same reason why I left my husband.