I don't know why but I had trouble getting Chapter 6 to upload so I've combined it with Chapter 7. The first line of dots shows where the new chapter was supposed to start.
Note: Chapter 6 is just a big sex scene. If you don't like, skip it. If you do, please leave a review
Chapter 6
I grinned. Anytime. A wicked grin spread over my face as I came to this devilish conclusion. Riddick barely returned it before he hungrily thrust his tongue into my mouth, pulling our bodies ever closer as he did so. I was torn between outrage and the beginnings of horniness.
I returned the pressure on his mouth, closing my lips to him as I pushed. He growled savagely and fought harder. Locked in a silent battle, he pushed by up against the solid wall of my cave. I grabbed his hands as he tried to run them over my body and he growled again. But I was ready this time. I grabbed his lower lip between mine and moved my tongue into his mouth. But Riddick was strong and we both knew he was always going to be dominant. It didn't take long for him to take control back and free his hands. I didn't care.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as his hands, now free to roam and rove, did just that. He ran his strong hands up and over my breasts and moaned with pleasure. The thin cami top I wore seemed altogether too thick. He seemed to agree as he pulled it up over my head. I felt my eyes change as I grew wetter. Curious, I pulled back from Riddick.
"What?" His voice was low, animalistic. Without waiting for an answer he began to mouth, then bite my neck. The soft skin shivered with pleasure.
"What colour are my eyes?" He was obviously annoyed that I'd stopped his feast just to ask a stupid question. He glanced up at my face, then grinned.
"See for yourself." He pulled out a perfectly polished shiv from somewhere and held it up so I could see my reflection. I laughed softly as my irises flashed metallic silver at me. He put the knife away as quick as he had produced it.
"I guess I know what mood silver is now. But what" I ran my hands down over his rock solid chest but dared not go any lower "does that say about you?" I purred.
"That I don't have any dumb shit ideas about only being interested in my own race." It wasn't meant to be an insult as he shifted slightly against me. I was aware for the first time of the sheer size of his erection. I began to worry if it would fit.
"Well, the only two males I know of my race have a nasty habit of abandoning principles, so I suppose I shouldn't expect too much." His fingers deftly removed the catches on my bra and before I was even aware of the bare skin his lips were around one of the treasures he had just uncovered. I sighed happily.
"You're comparing me to the purifier?" he growled into my chest, his breath hot on the tingling skin. "That's low Flame." He bit me to enforce the point and I moaned out loud. Damnit.
"Prove me wrong then."
"I'd rather just fuck you into oblivion." I didn't even bother trying to reply: I was too busy freeing him from his annoying clothes at the same time as he did the same for me. I barely had time to begin to doubt the fit before it was too late.
Pain blossomed within me but it faded almost instantly as a wave of pleasure rolled over my being. It was hot, fierce, and passionate. The kind of sex that leaves you covered in sweat, unable to move or breathe.
I was vaguely aware of screaming out loud as the pleasure reached its climax. I felt the warm rush that showed Riddick had reached the same point almost at the same time. Drenched in sweat, I lay on the floor. I was tired, but that wasn't all. Something was happening in my mind. Familiar with it, I relaxed and allowed the new memories to wash over me.
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…a dark room, watching the soldiers through the window. I turned as the door opened, ready to fight. But it was only Riddick. I turned back to the window. I felt his hand resting on mine and I pulled my eyes away from the terrible sight below. I sighed. The time had finally come.
"It's almost the end Riddick. They've already got most of the others." He glanced toward the window.
"I know." Then he pulled me close and kissed me so softly, so lovingly, that I forgot what was waiting just minutes away. We stopped worrying about the war and the soldiers in the streets. It was just us and skin on skin was more pressing than the threat of death. I caught myself wishing briefly that we had longer, that we had realised it was what we both wanted sooner…
I returned to the present with a jolt. The first thing I realised was a sense of wholeness that hadn't been there before. My final memories had returned and even if I hadn't relived them all yet, they were there. I was Furian again. I was conscious of everything in my body. I could feel the blood pulsing in my veins, I could travel with it, lost in the never-ending maze of rich red webbing that filled me. I pulled myself away from my own workings reluctantly. Now was not the time.
I opened my eyes, blinking against the heat and light that was always present in the prison to find Riddick sitting on the floor and watching me. Then I blushed. A brilliant shade of crimson. I hadn't blushed in years. Those last memories had held more than I bargained for; Riddick and I had been together, on Furia! It was like this whole thing had been a game. I felt incredibly stupid, and annoyed. He smirked at my discomfort.
"You too then?" he queried.
"You think I'd be blushing if I hadn't?" I snapped back. This was not me, I was cool, calm and deadly. I was not the blushing idiot who lies on the floor in a dazed state. I quickly sat up, then fell down again as my head started to spin. "Oh come on…you've got to be kidding." I looked inside and found that half my brain was rebooting to make room for the new memories. Why me? I thought to myself.
I was startled out of my own mind by a warm hand on pressing on my back, holding me up. Riddick was sitting behind me and I was leaning back against his solid, strong chest.
"This is comfy." I stated as I relaxed back so I could feel his muscles pressed up against my back.
"Shut up and let your brain figure itself out." So now I was a nutcase.
"Why aren't you all over the place?" I asked accusingly.
"Guess I'm just stronger than you." He mocked.
"That'll be the day…" I muttered as he wrapped his arms around me. I barely had time to suggest to myself it was more for his enjoyment than mine before I drifted off into a memory filled sleep.
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…I looked around at the other people in the room. Everyone was talking to each other, sitting on desks. Everyone was so relaxed.
"Hey! Furia to Flamechild!" I turned. My best friend Amadahy was looking at me. "Do you think they'll come Em? Kay reckons it's just politics." She was talking about the necromongers. They'd threatened to destroy our planet unless we surrendered all young males into their custody. They'd promised the boys wouldn't be harmed. Nobody believed them.
"They will Am, they'll come and destroy everything we love." My words were met with silence from my friends. I felt bitterness welling up inside me, hopelessness. They were saved the trouble of replying to my announcement, by our teacher entering the room. I couldn't recall her name…
The class sat down properly and she began.
"Now, as I was saying yesterday, although we are a unique race, we have a few species that are similar to us. The mostly closely related are the elemental race." The whole class, including me, sat up a little straighter. The elementals were a powerful and mysterious race and not much was known about them. So when someone started talking about them, you listened. "Indeed, it is entirely possible, even likely that some of you are descended from elementals who have married Furians. Descendants of these couplings used to be gifted with special abilities. This has not been seen for many generations however." Someone asked what kind of abilities. "Many things, the most common being power over a certain element, earth, air, water or fire…"
I woke up with a start. It took me a moment to remember where, and who I was. Why did that memory surface among so many others? I felt extremely hot and fevered, even when I took into account the fact I was in Crematoria. I gently stood up, trying not to disturb Riddick. Like that was going to work.
"What's the matter?" his deep voice rose from behind me as soon as I tried to get up.
"Nothing, I'm just really hot." He grinned in agreement as he looked up and down my still naked form. I stuck my tongue out at him. "The last memory I saw…it was strange…" I started pulling on my favourite clothes. Black high cut tank top, black cargo pants and heavy reinforced boots. All made from a superstrong synthetic material, it never ripped, didn't get worn out and was mostly fire, bullet and most-things-you-can-think-of-proof. I'd bought them from a trader on the top floor of the prison for nearly ten menthol cools. Spaceway robbery.
"You told me your real name, before we lost. You said you didn't use it because of what happened." Riddick had been staring thoughtfully at me as I dressed. I shuddered. The necromongers had learnt the same legend as I had just recalled. They'd hunted down families who had anything elemental in their names. Amadahy had been killed along with her parents and older sister. So had my parents. Ember Flamechild was my name. I was a descendant of elementals. The thought had surfaced in my mind unbidden. I'm a descendant of elementals? I didn't even know that when I was younger! It seemed that my memories had brought other facts with them. Then something occurred to me. If I'm a descendent of elementals, and I'm all about fire…the gifts my teacher had mentioned. Then I wanted to kick myself for being so childish. There hadn't been anyone with those gifts for years and years.
Then I remembered something else.
"You didn't keep our promise!" I exclaimed, turning to face him. He looked surprised, then frowned.
"You can't expect me to keep a promise neither of us remembered until today." He sounded almost ashamed. So he should be, I thought to myself. We'd promised, just each other, forever. I'd kept my promise, even without knowing about it. I wasn't really angry with him. I was just surprised at myself I suppose.
"I'm hurt Riddick," I began in a mock injured tone, "I guess you never have loved me." He threw a shirt at me. "And you've got no respect for other people's property." I laughed. Getting out of Crematoria would be no problem now. We'd escape and fly across the stars, maybe back to Furia to rebuild our race. I frowned. No, the necromongers are still out there, revenge comes first. I was suddenly filled with irrepressible rage at all they'd done to us, our families, our race. There was a burst of heat like a strong wind all around me and the cave disappeared in a wall of fire.
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In case anyone was wondering, Amadahy is a Native American name meaning "forest water" I like names corresponding to elements, can you tell?
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Ok, so there's another mystery for you. I'm not actually sure how far I'm going to take this story. I'm definitely going to be using Flame in other stories. Probably not Chronicles of Riddick though. I think I'm going to try her out in a AU for the Black Magician Trilogy but we'll see. I want to finish this first. Thanks to ppl who are reviewing and adding to fav lists!