*DISCLAIMER* I don't own Jack, Riddick, or Carolyn. USA Films own them; everyone else is mine though, so, uhm, yes. Don't sue me because I don't make any money off this. (Wish I did though!)

Iphigenia's eyes went wide with fear. " You would not raise a knife to your queen."

Jack's laughter rang through the halls and smiled back at her. " Oh I would, and I believe I did." She toyed with the dagger idly, her eyes becoming small and menacing.

Riddick just watched, never saying anything.

Jack tapped the knife near Iphi's cheek. " I believe you should get away from my husband and go back to yours. He would kill you to know that you were looking for another." Jack smirked. She knew that Anthony would too; he was an overly possessive man.

Iphi blushed and turned on her heel. She would let Jack win for now, but she would get her back. Time was needed for her plan to work.

Jack watched her walk off, then breathed a sigh of relief. That woman was more trouble than she was worth. She was surprised that Anthony hadn't killed her already for her infidelity. She looked back to Riddick, who was merely grinning. " What are you grinning about?"

" Coming to my aide?" Riddick laughed.

Jack threw the dagger at him.

Riddick cocked his head to the side, grinning. " Missed."

" I hate you." She growled then left.

He walked back to the dagger and picked it up. Riddick tapped it to his palm. He knew how to get her now.

***

Jack had earlier asked a maid to draw her bath and she thanked her every instant she laid in that warm pool of water. She sighed. At least staying with the King allowed her to be treated like a queen. As much as Jack hated and destroyed, she loved the softness of some things. She slowly let herself sink into the water, the warmth alleviating the pain in her sore muscles. She sifted her hands through her long hair and leaned back. For a few moments, she could let herself relax.

She closed her eyes and let everything melt away. Slowly she let herself sink under, holding her breath, then the invisible hands of death pulled her up. But they weren't invisible; they were real. She gasped as she was pulled out of the water, stark naked and dripping. She tried to look back, but the hands shoved her back. Looking down, she saw her own dagger against her throat. She gasped. By her own dagger. Ironic.

Jack was prepared to die. She was prepared to bleed to death, not feel pleasure. She gasped as his hands covered her breasts. Stroking ever so softly, and her breath quickened. Nothing could be this good. Nothing.

Hot breath touched her ear and the hair on her skin stood on edge. She leaned back, wanting more. Wanting everything, evidently he could give. Jack knew that he was a he simply because she could feel him against her. His mouth slowly kissed her ear, tasting the wet flesh, then all the way down to her neck. He bit her softly.

Jack didn't care who this was, but she would guess Riddick. He would try something like this, but right now, she didn't care. She just wanted him to make the pressure between her legs go away. She wanted something from someone. She had never wanted that before, at least not emotions and feelings. She only wanted land, and power. Never… possible love. She raised her hands back, slowly turning around. " Riddick," She gasped, face to face. He looked more striking than ever before.

He wore no shirt, exposing his finely defined muscles and his beautiful dark-tanned body. His dark eyes stared down at her, exposing everything she had to give. He didn't give her the chance to say anything else, but crushed his mouth to hers.

She didn't care. She didn't care about the games, about the hatred, she only wanted him, and now. Everything else could be damned for all she cared; she just wanted him. She moaned against his lip as he attacked her mouth, his tongue stroking hers and his hands pulling her against his body. Jack forced her body closer to his and rubbed against him, trying to coax some sort of reaction.

Riddick stopped kissing her for a moment, then easily hoisted her in his arms and walked back to their bedroom. He dropped her on the bed and then sat next to her, stroking her hair and pressing light kisses to her cheeks. " Beautiful…"

Jack gasped, her eyes shadowy. His hands softly cupped her breasts and stroked at her already hard nipples. She moved her hands up to his neck and pulled him on top of her. She forced him to abandon her breasts and she bit at his lip, pulling at him and stroking his tongue. She wanted it all and now. She didn't want anything slow.

" Take your time, Jack, we've got all night." He whispered quietly and kissed her eyelids.

She lowered her eyes and blushed. She felt wanton, but she needed something from him. She couldn't say it, but she needed it.

Jack watched him as he slowly touched his mouth to her breasts and suckled. She curled her toes and gripped her hands into his shoulders. Sensations exploded behind her eyes and she whimpered. She didn't know what she wanted, but it was all too much for her. She scratched at his shoulders, forcing him to look up at her.

" I see you like this."

She could barely open her mouth to reply. Her lips were swollen and they felt bruised, almost like the rest of her body. " Yes…" She breathed in a gossamer breath and she stroked her finger down his cheek.

" I think you'll like this better." He grinned at her and slowly kissed all the way down from her breasts to her stomach, then to her feminine mystique. He tested her with his hands, feeling the softness and wetness, and he grinned.

Jack gasped and shivered. Her body felt like it was on fire and was ready to explode, like a mystic volcano. She struggled for breath as she felt his tongue against the most secret part of her body. She gripped her hands together, struggling for some sort of traction to keep her on this planet. She cringed in pleasure, in pain. She couldn't tell the difference. The experience, the feeling, everything. It scared her; amazed her… and she loved it.

Her body shook under his and he only smiled.

Jack came with a loud scream of his name and then her body shook and she looked so frightened for a moment. Her eyes came looked to his, and he looked so warm, gentle, and inviting.

He held her in his arms for a minute, whispering so words in her ear. Words of nothing, just his voice crooning her to come back to reality.

Jack leaned against him, her body too aroused to feel anything but all the nerves tingling. She leaned her head in his shoulder.

" That was exquisite…" he said quietly, leaving her for a moment to shuck his boots and his pants.

Jack gasped as she saw his naked form. He was strong and lean, his thighs tight and muscular. Her eyes raised a bit and she blushed. She had seen naked men, but they had been dead. They didn't look anything like… She shook her head a bit. He was definitely something.

Riddick slowly moved to the bed and laid next to her, and stroked her cheek. " As I said… beautiful."

Jack's pale features turned bright red and she turned her head away from him, but his hand stopped it, and his mouth touched hers, now soft and sweet. She leaned against him and he slowly positioned all of his weight on top of her. She gasped, the awareness of him hard and throbbing against her body. As he slowly entered her, Jack closed her eyes in pain and tears trickled from her eyes.

" Don't cry, my Goddess, it will be beautiful." He ground out between clenched teeth. The feeling of him tight and wet around her made his body want to shove into her, but he had to be careful. She was fragile, as was their relationship. He needed to keep it as unruffled as possible between him and Jack.

Jack tried to let her body relax, but she couldn't. It hurt beyond any cut, bruise, or otherwise painful attack from a battle, this was worse. It felt like her body was being ripped apart and she whimpered in pain. She looked up to Riddick, and knew he was trying to go slow, but it hurt so much.

Riddick waited until he felt her slowly loosen up against him and he slowly pressed forward and she screeched in protest, but he ignored him, and pushed past the barrier.

Jack cried, her eyes hurting now from the tears. This was awful; it was all bloody and painful. Not sweet and intense like before. She gripped her nails in his shoulders, trying to draw strength to stop the painful tears.

Riddick slowly moved back in, letting her get use to the feel of him.

Jack finally got used to the feel of him against her. She raised her hips up against his and reacted with his movements. Idly, she wondered if he would look at her, and she forced her eyes to open. She looked up in his eyes, and saw all the emotions in his eyes, the fuse burnt out and it was slow explosion of bliss.

With a hoarse groan, he bent down his head to meet her lips, and came. Neither wanted to leave each other, the quaking of their bodies still not stopping, but wondering if it would. They couldn't tell. Being near was like being set on fire. A fire that wouldn't go out. They had barely taking dousing the fire with an ounce of water.

***

War frowned at the pool, and shoved his hand in it. The picture faded from view. He didn't like Jack and Riddick so together. It amused him, yes, but he had made Jack WHO she was. Beautiful Goddess… he frowned again and stalked around, then finally sat on his throne, tapping his hands against his leather pants. " What to do…" he muttered and tried to think. He had to find a way to destroy them, but not hurt Jack. He couldn't hurt Jack, that was the last thing he ever wanted, but Riddick would hurt her. He knew it. He could see it when he looked at Riddick, even if the pain didn't happen intentionally on Riddick's part. What was War to do?

***

Riddick raised his head a bit and looked over to Jack, who clung to him. He smiled. He was hers, and she didn't do a thing to stop it. She was like water in his hands. He kissed her forehead and let her sleep. He slowly moved out of the bed and grabbed his pants from the floor. He slowly watched her sleep. She slept peacefully, her body spread across the bed. For a moment, Riddick searched for his shirt and pulled it on quickly, and grabbed his dagger. Riddick still had some business to take care of. Better now than never, he thought and left the room. He hated leaving Jack alone, but he had to make sure she would be okay when he wouldn't be around, and she would rule the lands.

Riddick stalked down the halls and looked around. It was late, Riddick knew that, the moon was high in the dark sky and he turned away from the window and looked back. No one around yet. He would just wait. He had all the patience in the world.

***

Jack woke up. Alone. She looked around and frowned. Where was Riddick? She looked around. Everything of his was gone. Frowning again, she laid back down against the luscious pillows and tried to think. Would he leave because he didn't want to be here when she woke? Probably, she sneered. She shook her head. Maybe he didn't. The two sides of her. Evil, Good, they tore between her. One wanting her to hate him, the other wanting her to love him. She growled. She didn't know what she was going to do when she saw Riddick, she just hoped when she did see him, it wasn't in public. She knew it was going to be a huge confrontation.

TBC…?

Note: Every time I write 'shuck' I think of corn. *shakes head* Disturbing. Anyways… Hope you like this chapter… haha… Ames, you got what you wanted, okay? :PP Devil - Hey whats up? :P Thanks for the review again hehehe. Ariel - Hehe.. Riddick cute! Isn't that just like… an oxymoron? But anyways, thanks for the review.

The rest of you, review dammit. I'm getting depressed about this story and probably will destory it. *shrugs* I know how it ends, so I don't need to write it. Bleh. Okay, I'm off to go write other chapters and stuff… go review please? - Saphi