Well hello again! I made a resolution this year to not procrastinate, to work out and to finish what I started. In my mind, this story was done, but I read it again yesterday and felt that it was a bit incomplete. It also needs to be rewritten because I see some mistakes or places where the story doens't flow, but that's a project for another year. Instead, I thought I could add one more chap to complete this story. I know it's about 2 years late, but isn't late better than never. I'm also going to try and finish my other stories. My problem is that I have so many ideas, but I don't have the discipline to finish anything, which is what I'll be working on this year. Btw, happy belated new year to all readers and writers! So I'm sorry for not updating sooner, but I do hope you enjoy.

p.s. this chapter is R for sex

[one year later]

Whoever kills the Lord Marshall takes his place because you keep what you kill. I hate that rule. Not because I had to look after a race of Necromongers who basically annihilated my Furyan race, but because I don't know what to do with them. My beast just wants to send them to their sacred Underverse and hope they all die. But the human in me wants to find a way to stop all the conversions, and then make converts go through a reversal procedure.

Riddick and I have been trying to figure out what to do for the past year. Being Lord Marshalls together or individually was not what we wanted and we were going to find a way out. Sadly, it seems that you cannot just give the title of Lord Marshall to someone else unless they kill you, and we were definitely not that determined to leave. So it all goes back to deciding between sending all Necromongers to the Underverse or to find a reversal procedure.

Surprisingly, Riddick didn't want to send them all to the Underverse. To their death. I asked him why over and over again, but he never answered me. It pissed me off so much that I have been denying him my body for the past week. I've never stayed mad at him so long, but I am close to hating him right now. I feel betrayed – he's hiding something from me.

Even Riddick is surprised at how long I've stayed mad at him. He doesn't say anything, but he growls every time I push him away from me. I'm sure if I wasn't his Jack, he would have killed me. He doesn't realize how much more it pains me to send him away though. I feel my heart break every time, but I cannot bear the fact that he's keeping something from me. I thought we were soul mates.

The problem is that my anger is slipping away and the need for Riddick is starting to overwhelm me. I hate the fact that I can't always live with him, but I definitely can't live without him.

One week. Jack has not talked to me or touched me for one week. I think I'm going to go crazy. Every day I feel my angry beast come closer and closer to the surface. I see how the Necromongers are keeping their distance from, as if sensing just how dangerous and irrational I'm becoming. But no matter how mad I am, I just can't take it out on Jack. She's mine. And I can never hurt her. But I can't tell her the truth either.

So instead of suffering in silence in our master bedroom, I am in my personal training area. I've been practicing my fight moves without my goggles with the lights at 60% capacity. The light is blinding and painful beyond words, but that pain tries to help me forget how angry I am. Maybe I should be more honest with myself – I'm not angry at Jack but at the situation. The real problem is that I feel so empty without her.

Maybe I should tell her the reason why I will not send the entire Necromongers race to the Underverse. To their death.

At this point I can't think straight. I need Riddick. Emotionally. Physically. I need him. Just the thought of having him close to me sends a wave of sensation between my legs. I think about going after him, but he looked so angry when he left an hour ago. Maybe I should let him cool off by training and then talk to him. I definitely should let him cool off.

My imagination is running wild with how I will greet him. With a hug and my hair loose so he can grab it to kiss me fiercely? Lying naked on the bed? In the shower with his shirt on so that he can tear it off? All these scenarios are making my body react and I suddenly ache for release. But what will I do to make my body wait?

The interesting thing is that my angry beast only calmed down once I decided to go to Jack. But when I debated taking a shower, the thought of wasting time and staying away form her made me growl. I needed to see Jack and touch her. Now.

In fact, I knew how she loved having sex right after a work out. I knew that the sight of my big sweaty body turned her on. She had told me so on many occasions. Just thinking about how she would seductively whisper how much she wanted me made me hard. I needed Jack now.

I decided that I missed Riddick too much, so I slipped out of my clothes in the middle of the bedroom and went to his glass drawers filled with his clothes. All black of course. I took out his black wifebeater and wore it. Even though it was washed, it still smelt of him. I then walked to the mirror near the bed and looked at myself. His wifebeater barely covered my ass, and the neck was loose enough that it barely covered my breasts. I slowly untied my hair and let it fall down. I knew Riddick loved seeing my brown hair out. He said it felt better than Ancient Chinese silk.

I then walked to the bed and lied down on it with images of what else Riddick liked in my mind. I closed my eyes and pulled down the neckline of the wifebeater so that my right breast was out. I don't know if it was my dirty thoughts or the cool air, but my nipple tightened immediately. I twisted the nub with my fingers just like Riddick enjoyed doing it while my right hand traced light patterns on my lower belly.

As I pulled on my right breast and massaged it, I opened my legs. I let my right hand wander into my folds. It felt good, but obviously not as good as when Riddick did it. I imagined his tongue flicking at my clitoris, and I rubbed it softly. Then I rubbed it harder and faster. Feeling myself get wet, I dipped my fingers in my juices and used them to rub my clitoris even faster. My breath was panting. I knew I was close to an orgasm, so I started whispering his name. Riddick.

I started smelling Jack's sweet juices from outside our bedroom's door. I waved the bodyguards back and slowly went into the room. That is when I saw the most beautiful and sexy sight. Jack was masturbating while whispering my name. I had never seen her masturbate and thought she didn't need to since we met. But now I knew that she would have to touch herself for me again and again in the future. I could feel my dick pulse at the sight. She seemed to be close to cumming.

But then she stopped and looked at me. I saw her smirk at me, but then her eyes became sad.

"I'm sorry I've been mad at you. I don't want to be mad at you anymore. I miss you." Jack whispered the words slowly, while her fingers were still languidly rubbing her clitoris.

"I don't want to talk now," Riddick growled. He saw her stop touching herself and pat the bed. "No. I want you to finish what you were doing. Now Jack, and then I'll tell you what you want to know."

I'll fucking tell you anything and do anything if you continue Jack. At first I thought she was not going to listen to me, but I realized she seemed a bit shy. Why was she shy? I loved what she was doing and it turned me on in ways I couldn't even describe.

I don't know why but I suddenly felt very aware of Riddick watching me and it made me shy. I'm not the shy type but it wasn't easy to look at him while I was masturbating with his name on my lips. I lowered my eyes, but when I heard him sit at the edge of the bed, I glanced back to his face. He had lowered the light and was looking at me with his silver gems. I had never seen him look so primal. So animal. Knowing that only I could make him look like that gave me the courage to continue.

"Turn so I can see." Riddick ordered.

I slowly placed my body diagonally on the bed so that he could have the perfect view at the right corner of the bed. I placed two pillows behind my head so I could see how he reacted.

"Pull your left breast out."

I did as he asked. My breasts were hanging out his wifebeater, which was pulled up to my waist. I spread my legs wide so he could see. When I heard him breathe loudly I opened them even wider.

I was watching her like it was the first time I saw her. She looked exquisite. She had started by massaging her breasts and teasing her nipples, and then finally she sucked on her right breast. I had almost pounced on her at that moment. But she whispered "not yet". Then she brought her right hand down to her clitoris and starting rubbing it. Hearing her moan almost made me cum, but I kept on watching. She put one of her fingers in her whole and then added a second one. She was fingering herself and rocking her body. I saw as her folds started glistening. Her body started shaking. And then she started panting my name. That was when I couldn't take it anymore.

Just as I was rocking my body and sliding my fingers in and out my hole, I see Riddick tear off his clothes. I was surprised that he could control himself so long, but I couldn't think anymore as I heard him growl "you're mine". That made me orgasm.

But Riddick didn't wait. He just held on to my feet and roughly pulled me towards him. His cock was in me in one swift move which made my body go into another orgasm. He pumped in and out of me so hard that I couldn't think straight. I only knew his name, which I ended up shouting as I climaxed.

When I could finally think again, I realized that Riddick was kissing my neck and breasts. His hands were cupping my ass, and he was hard again. How did I ever stay mad at him?

This time I wanted Jack from behind. I brought her up to her knees and turned her around so that she was facing the mirror. This way I could see her breasts swing as I pounded into her. More importantly, I could see everything we were doing. This was my way of thanking Jack for her earlier show. I rubbed her clitoris, bit her neck and entered her again. Her expression was priceless. With my other hand I pulled her hair back and rubbed her lower back and ass.

I was sliding in and out. Only the sound our bodies smacking together, my grunts and her whispering my name emanated from us. It was my idea of heaven. I pulled her hips and continued pumping her. Jack reached for my balls and started massaging them. That was when I climaxed. I knew that this time, it was the feeling of my seed in her that made her cum. We both ended up sprawled on the bed, with me on top of her.

Once our bodies were satisfied, I knew I had to tell her the truth.

"Jack, I don't want to send them to the Underverse. We both know it's a fucking scam and that everyone who goes there will die. And I cannot kill all these people." Jack was about to turn around, but Riddick stopped her. "Listen to what I have to say. I had this dream. This nightmare actually. I had come to Crematoria to get you out, and we almost made it, but you thought I had died so you went back with the Necromongers. When I came to rescue you, I realized that they had converted you. In the end, you died and I had somehow become Lord Marshall. It was hell being without you, even if it was just a dream. I can't send converts to the Underverse, because even though they're fucking Necromongers, they were like us at one point."

Jack finally managed to push Riddick off her back and sat up. She looked into his eyes and nodded. "It could have been us. Or Ziza. We could have been Necromongers. So we can't kill them. I get it, but why didn't you tell me this earlier?" Jack asked softly as her fingers traced his lips.

"I know that we can't kill them. But I also know that there's no reversal process. The Elementals explained that the former Lord Marshall had destroyed all evidence and materials that could have been used to make it." Then Riddick got angry. At himelf. "I don't know how to get you out of here. This fuckin' army is worst than Crematoria. They won't elt us leave unless we're dead"

Jack was quiet for a few minutes. But suddenly she smirked. "I don't believe you have met Dame Vaako. She is quite ambitious."

THE END

Let me explain some of my beliefs. I don't see Jack and Riddick having kids because I think they're too messed up to have one, so in my story, they'll never be parents. Not even when they have sex 30 times a week. I also don't see them staying Lord Marshalls. But when I had watched the Chronicles movie, I really thought Dame /vaako had it in her to run a crazy race like the Necromongers. The way I see it, Jack and Dame Vaako have a very strong survival of the fittest instinct, and they recognize it in each other. So Jack will make a deal where Dame Vaako will make it look like she killed Jack and Riddick, so that she can become Lord Marshall. The truth is that I don't want to write from Dame Vaako's POV, so you'll have to imagine the rest. WOW! I just finished my first fanfic...It's gratifying but I miss how excited I used to be about writing fanfic. I need to get that back, and I know your reviews will help a LOT! Thanks for sticking with me (I feel like this is an Oscar speech)!