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"Jack, you must be joking. A child?" Xanthe stared at her sister, then to the dying War on the floor.

"Yes, a child, does it surprise you?"
"Surprises me…"War said offhandedly. He stared at the ground, upset at the fact that Riddick had gotten the one thing he always begged Jack for; love. Perhaps the sexual part of the nature of love was alluring too, but Riddick would receive her love soon enough.

Jack turned to look at War, regret looming close to the surface, not that she would try to show it, but she might have felt a bit ashamed of killing him, or causing his death was better to say now, since he wasn't really dead yet. Medea still had a chance to save him. Jack didn't mind if War lived; he would be in fear of her now. A God afraid of a mortal. Jack smirked. Sometimes life was good.

Xanthe watched as the smirk appeared on her sister's face, and she frowned. This was no time to be smiling. "Jack, War is dying, how can you smile?"

"The simple fear of death you can see in his eyes. Do you not like the thought of Thantanos coming to take your soul, War, or do you even have a soul? Death would be more than happy to come and take you away. A new God can always be implemented."

Xanthe fumed. "It's not that easy Jack.! You can't just kill Gods."

"Oh, I can't?" Jack never flinched, and her voice was calm; everyone knew that her fury was worse when she never raised her voice. She was planning something,. Maybe to kill her sister, or to find the Fates and cut all the strings of people's lives. Maybe she should take a visit to them and see how long War's life would go for. Not long, she hoped to herself.

"You wouldn't kill me. I'm your sister!"

Jack shrugged. "Maybe you're right." Slowly her mind receded to the depths of her mind, and to her father, Lord Andreas. He was a good ruler, would've been better than his brother, King Anthony had ever been. Her father was a good man, and his death had never truly left her. She always thought of it, constantly. Losing her father had been worse than knowing her mother, Evania, died giving birth to Xanthe. She was a sweet woman, keeping the castle very tranquil, as with her husband. Their marriage was not of convenience. It had been love before anything.

Jack's life had dramatically changed when she a young girl, almost to the age of marriage, but she couldn't then. Not after seeing her father murdered.

***

"Father?" A younger Jack, with blond hair cascading down her back ran down the hall, towards her father's throne room. She slowed as she heard yelling. It sounded like her Uncle Anthony. She frowned. She never liked that man, and if she was a man, she would have killed him, but she had to remember that she was a woman and she had to keep her place.

Jack peeked into the room, walking a few steps in, unnoticed.

"What do you mean you're taking the throne? It's rightful mine, Anthony. You have no right. I am the first born."

Anthony sneered. "Not for long."

Within a blink of an eye, he pulled a dagger and landed it square in his brother's stomach, causing Andreas to fall back down onto his throne, clutching, and chocking.

Andreas coughed, blood dripping out the corner. "You bastard. You won't get away with this."

Raising an eyebrow, Anthony shrugged, wiping off the dagger on his brother's clothes. "I already have. Who would avenge your death? Your people? I doubt that. They will bow to me. I will be their benevolent ruler, once I have their money, that is."

Tears ran down Jack's cheek and she ran towards him, ignoring her uncle. "Father!" She cried, and fell next to him.

"You bastard, you will pay for this." Andreas scowled.

Shrugging, he just walked away. "It doesn't matter, no one cares about your death. Your daughter will make a lovely princess someday, with my help. I would be a good father, don't you think?" he laughed as he walked out.

"How can he casually walk out?" She growled at him. She should've killed him. Turning back to her father, her chest constricted and her heart beat faster as the blood poured out quicker. She couldn't do anything except comfort her father as she watched him die. Jack wiped away a stray tear from her father's cheek, and watched as his chest stop struggling for breath. His body stopped, and Jack sat next to him. Her body was numb, and she swore she would get her uncle back for his sin. Jack would find a way, any way.

***

Tears. Jack frowned. She didn't need tears now, not for her father. He'd been dead longer than she could remember. Crying never helped her before.

"Jack?"
Her sister. Jack turned back to her. "He won't live."

"Who?"

"War." Jack turned to him, sadness on her face. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kill you…"

"Don't lie Jack, I know you did. I know it was coming. The three Fates came to me."

Jack sighed. "Then I guess the fates knew better than I know what I will do." She turned back to Xanthe. "I only stopped by to see War one last time. I figured he'd come here and tell you I have the dagger."

"You guess very well, sister." The frown that appeared minutes ago, still stayed on her face. Xanthe paced. "You… You can not very well go around killing all the gods. It's insanity."

"True." Jack turned on her heel.

"Jack! Listen! The gods won't take kindly to this."

"True." She nodded slightly and kept on walking.

"You can't do this."

"I think I already have." Jack said, then doors closed behind her, leaving Xanthe watching War die, Medea working furiously to try and save him, and War sitting back and letting Death take his soul away.

***

Jack had taken the long way back to the castle, her secret way. She needed time to think. Everything seemed to be moving too quickly, passing too fast, and she didn't know if she liked it or not. It gave her only split second reactions, which might turn out all right, if her instincts were right.

She would trust Riddick's first instincts over hers. He was an animal, she was just a mere pathetic soul. Too many days plotting revenge had destroyed everything she one held dear,. Her family would come soon enough after the people she once called friends..

She dismounted off her horse, handing the reins to a nearby stable boy, and walked into the castle, bypassing the guards quickly, heading up a side staircase. Jack slowly made her way down the hall to her room.

Too much time had passed since she promised to get revenge for her father. She knew she had to do it soon, before Anthony claimed too much power and took over all of the land she had conquered. Riddick's isles were important too, but not so much as to just kill the King. She had to kill him, it would make her finally at ease.

At ease in her heart, but her brain would still be in turmoil, from Riddick. Jack sighed and pushed open the door to her room. Riddick was lying on the bed, stripped down to his pants, his arms outstretched above him. A large, bloody wound was open on his stomach. "What happened now? Fall on something?" Jack rolled her eyes, hands on her hips, and stood, waiting for an answer.

Riddick opened his eyes. "Contrary, Jacqueline, I got in a fight with Alec."

"Figures that Alec would win over you."

Laughter trickled out of his throat. "I wouldn't say that. He's in worse shape." Riddick sat up, flexing the muscles in his stomach and arms.

Jack bit her lip, her face becoming flushed, and she turned away from him quickly, trying to find somewhere other than the bed to sit. "I can't see how you would do that to your best man."

"I don't see how my wife would put him in a trance to humiliate me." He kicked his legs over the side, and started to walk towards her.

"You're crazy Riddick. I did no such thing." Shaking, Jack moved back from him. His presence was making her body quake, burn, and do other things that she knew shouldn't be happening. Her legs weren't supposed to get weak when he came near her. Between her legs should definitely not get wet, and she should never think about Riddick making love to her. That was out of the question. She had no affection for him.

Riddick grinned. He smelled her desire. She was more that attracted to him, more infatuated. That was good enough for him. He had been deeply stressed after hurting Alec, but he had to. There was no other way than to make him bleed out the trance. Riddick had supposed Jack had given him something to drink, something from a particular god, a particular War god. He dismissed the train of thought, and looked down to his shivering wife. He would make her quake. "I frighten you."

"I thi-think y-you d-d-do not." Dammit, she thought. There was no way she could stop this now. He was already approaching and her body was responding with lightning fast quickness. Her body was doing the opposite of she wanted. She didn't want to succumb to Riddick. She didn't want to have Riddick seduce her…

She was lying, she knew she was, but she was trying to hold on to that one last grain of hope, that one last sane thought before his mouth touched hers. It was almost like a fire had been lit and it needed to go it's course. Jack leaned into him, her arms settling around his shoulders.

At first, the kissing was soft, sweet even. Quick pecks against her lips as Riddick deftly moved her closer to the bed. Within minutes, the intensity had risen, Jack's moaning had becoming louder against Riddick's mouth, and his tongue swept against her like another motion at least one of them hoped to be doing in the near future.

Riddick pushed Jack back on the bed, her eyes open wide with excitement, awe, fear; he didn't know which, and frankly, he didn't care. Instincts were taking over his brain and he could only see the arousal she put forth. The pouting on her lips, her lower one slightly bruised and a dark red. The way she took deep heavy breaths, her chest raising slowly, trying to calm her speeding heart down.

Not that Riddick's arousal wasn't unnoticed either. Jack easily saw his erection in his pants. She gasped as he slowly lowered next to her, his hands reaching her shoulders sliding down the front of her shirt. He started undoing the tightly laced bodice and pulled it open, her unfettered breasts about to cherished by Riddick's warm mouth.

Jack's back arched, trying to move closer to him, as his tongue flicked over her taunt nipple. Little nips and bites caused moans from the recesses of Jack's throat. She didn't want to admit that she was aroused by Riddick, not that she could speak.

Riddick looked up at Jack, his mouth still on her breast, and smiled. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, and mouth slightly parted. Riddick groaned. She was really the last thing he needed right now, but his brain wasn't running what he did anyhow. But, since she was in such a vulnerable situation, Riddick figured he might as well get her back for the stunt she pulled on him.

Riddick slowly moved down to her skirt, slipping it off her slim hips, and discarded the rest of the clothes on the ground. His hands slid down her sides, her hips, and her legs.

Jack took awhile before she opened her eyes. Riddick was kneeled above her, his pants still on. She gasped as she saw the strips of rope in his hands. She didn't know what he thought he was doing, but she wouldn't let him torture him, not in her lifetime.

"Don't worry, you'll like this."

He pinned her down before she could even lift a finger. He tied her lags to the end of the bed, and her arms, tied together at the wrist, then to the headboard.

Jack didn't know whether to be angry, or afraid.

Riddick grinned. Her trying to look indifferent about the matter at hand almost made him laugh out loud. He kissed all the way from the base of throat, to the crevice between her legs. He heard a gasping sound as her tongue slid between her legs, tasting a part of her feminity. He knew she would offended later her touched her, licked her actually, but for now, he would have his fun. Riddick's finger slid easily between her legs and he slowly stroked her. Her body clenched around his finger. Grinning, Riddick pulled back.

Jack gasped, sweat trickling down her forehead. She was so close… so close to something, but then he had stopped. She looked up and saw Riddick heading towards the door. "RIDDICK! Don't you leave now!"

He laughed. "Why? Want me to lick you some more, Jacqueline?"

She blushed, but wouldn't nod. She wouldn't say that she liked the way he touched her, the way his hands cradled her head as he kissed her. "I, no, untie me!"

Riddick opened the door.

"I SAID UNTIE ME!"

The door slammed.

tO bE cOntInUEd…

A/N: Well, not the actually long awaited chapter, but have I left you all breathless and angry at Riddick? :P Hope I have, especially you Ariel. :P You asked for the bondage, and you got it. I don't know when I'll have the next part up, probably not for awhile since I'm going back to school from being out for a week from tonsil surgery. Now guys, please, give me some feedback. I might have the chapter out soon, maybe week or two if I get good feedback. Please guys, I'm begging you to tell me if you like it or not. Anyways, that's all for now. Have a good night, and review!

-Saphi Sparks