This is a really short update, sorry about it, but I thought a bit was better than nothing. Right? Anyways, I hope u enjoy it.

Miss Kitten: You're so right, I should give a shout-out to Christopher Pike. His books "The Last Vampire" have been my inspiration for this story. You guys should read the books, they rock!

Bloody Opelia: That's exactly what I wanted to do, mix sexy vampires with sexy Riddick...yummy...

Blackthistle: Thanks for thinking the couple is hot, that was my intention. I hope I don't disappoint you...I'm also happy that u like my intro to Tantra. I wanted to show that there was more than just tantric sex.

Blondevor: If u r fanning urself, then I've accomplished what I wanted...heehee

Ice dyaty: Don't we all wish we were with a naked Riddick...oooooohhhh...

Madame Hardy: Your stories have definitely inspired me for the smut...heehee...aren't you proud of me?

BKHamburgler: What did u answer to your mom who said you were red? That would be hilarious...heehee

C. Kerwood: I'm happy u r giggling...yay for Riddick sexiness!

I have been staying with Riddick for the past three days. We've never talked about Alisha or Jack again. It's better that way. None of us know how to deal with emotions. Instead, we've been discussing ancient literature, like Euripides' Medea. It's refreshing to have an intelligent conversation, even though most of his responses are barely even a sentence.

For the past hour, I've been explaining how Medea is very much like the Hindu Goddess Kali. They both use their wisdom and fury as weapons to take revenge. After my discourse and justifications, all Riddick says is that I'm exactly like Medea and Kali. I take it as a compliment.

From my chair opposite the bed, I pounce on him. He drives me mad and I love it. When I finally have him on his back, I tear his top off. "Again?" he asks. All I do is nod because my mouth is busy devouring him. For the first time since I met him, I feel him completely let go. Not in the physical sense, but he finally lets his barriers down. To truly enjoy physical stimulation, you cannot be worrying about someone attacking you. Even when Riddick has an orgasm, a part of him always stays alert, but not this time.

I feel honoured that he trusts me, which makes his blowjob even better.

"Stop or I won't last," Riddick warns me as his breathing becomes more frantic.

"Don't worry, you recover quickly," I whisper next to his inner right thigh and continue caressing him with my tongue.

Suddenly, he grabs my hair with one hand and the headboard with the other. He's so close. He starts shaking, and in the heat of the moment he moans the name Jack. I'm momentarily shocked, maybe even jealous, but I find it funny that I learn the truth about Riddick's feelings for Jack while I'm the one sucking him.

When he lifts me so he can kiss me, I realize that he has no idea what he just said. I kiss him deeply because I unexpectedly feel protective of him. He had become my boy toy for the past few days. I know I'll have to let him go soon. I'm not a bitch to keep him if his heart belongs somewhere else.

In fact, I want to show him what his true feelings are. I doubt Riddick knows that he's in love. And it's definitely not the brotherly or fatherly type of love, or would he have said her name as he came?

But I also want to taste his blood before I let him go. I can't just give my wisdom; I want something back in return. Just the thought of his blood arouses me, and I know Riddick can smell my wetness. He cocks an eyebrow and I see a hint of disappointment. He enjoys tormenting me by slowly licking me and hearing me beg.

Just as his hand caresses my breast, I hear the sounds of muffled steps. I jump off Riddick and get the shiv that he gave me. When I turn around, I see that he has his shivs ready. His silver eyes shine in the dark, and a small wicked smile pulls at the corners of his lips. Just like me.

We both lunge to the floor before the right wall blows up. We spring to our feet, ready to attack our guests. Six men walk through. I quickly glance at them. They're not your average bounty hunters. These are real trained professional assassins. Their posture, their stance, their methods, they all shriek danger. I know that they can kill us.

I want to lunge at them and tear open their chests for making me feel weak, but Riddick grips my arm. We wait for a few moments, then a seventh man walks in dragging a young woman.