Chapter 6

"Moonbrain you gotta let us move him," The voice was surprisingly gentle despite its gruff accent. "He's gonna be hurtin' if he stays in that chair." The gun hand, Riddick recognized his voice, worried and careful, standing respectfully a couple feet away.

"Can't," His wife was crying, her tears touching his cheeks as her lips pressed kisses to his skin. "He'll wake soon. Husband must wake please. They have xiàn g jìng rú bīn. He must wake or she will be liè nǚ. He is her zhàng fu, her zhī yīn." She was pleading with him and demanding at the same time. A true Furyan woman. Shirah's echo in his mind was pleased.

"Wife," The word sounded creaky, like he'd been screaming for a decade. "Mate." He groaned and tried to force his eyes open. "My River, all right? Crew s'okay?" He wanted to look at her, to make sure she was unharmed.

Her kiss was filled with joy and tears. His entire body ached as it always did after the Wrath but his arms were full of slender woman and there was nowhere he'd rather be. "Yes," She promised. "Everyone is fine. Simon got knocked out but he'll live."

Riddick pulled her tightly against his chest and didn't care who was watching them. All he wanted was her skin, her scent, the sweetness of her voice. There was a pounding in his ears, his blood, rushing through his veins, his heart pumping manically as he pressed his face into her neck and breathed her in. He couldn't smell any new blood, no bruises, nothing broken in her scent, no fear or despair. He hadn't hurt her, hadn't frightened her and she still smelt like home. Even after the Wrath River wasn't afraid of him.

He forced his eyes open and pulled back, framing her face in his hands. "You're not scared," He voiced what he knew but still wasn't sure he believed. Her beautiful eyes were clear and staring into his without the least trace of terror.

"He gave me the Mark, made me Furyan," River whispered. Her lips curved up in a sweet smile and she pressed a kiss to his mouth. Her trust and affection filled his nose as she whispered again, "The Wrath will not harm a Furyan. You would never hurt me." Her hands stroked over his scalp and neck and framed his face as his hands did hers. "My Riddick, you would never hurt me. My rú yì láng jūn. You didn't hurt anyone else either."

The murderer drew her close again and let his hands drift to her back. "Least I didn't gut your brother." He sighed and leaned his head against her shoulder. He was exhausted and grateful beyond belief that he'd thought to succumb to Shirah's promptings on their wedding night. "Could he do it? Take you from me?" Even as he waited for her answer he was considering how he could take his wife and get as far from her brother as he could. There was no way in seven hells he was giving her up.

"Not legally no," River shook her head at him. "The wife would have to be willing. And he would have to prove that you meant me harm. Women of Osiris cannot be compelled to take a husband. And we cannot be compelled to leave him either. The same with Men. Marriage is for life. Should a husband or wife survive their spouse and eventually wish to remarry...great rites must be performed, ensuring the new spouse is capable of joining his spirit with both the woman and her first husband."

Her hands hadn't ceased caressing his face and scalp in all the time she's spoken. Riddick lifted a hand clumsy with fatigue and cupped her face, stroking away the tracks of her tears. "'M sorry..." He offered. He wasn't sure for what, since she hadn't been afraid of being hurt. But she'd wept, wept and worried...about him

Finally he spoke again and tried to explain. "Lost control of it...the thought a him...takin' you from me. Animal...Furyan just...couldn't... Just reacted."

"Don't apologize for who you are," His wife stared at him and her chin jutted out stubbornly. "Never asked for her to apologize for who she is. Never asked her to apologize for her brother and his words. My husband will never apologize for his nature. Part of why we are right together. Would never change you."

"It's an interestin' trick you got there son," The Shepherd's voice was quiet and held a wealth of understanding as he entered the galley. "I haven't seen a Furyan Alpha in a long time. But my order did have quite a few texts on the subject," He had entered the room quietly and took a seat across from them. "I've been explaining a bit to the crew. What I know of your people, the abilities ascribed to Furyans. And the danger they might have been in had River not had the presence of mind to demand the boat go dark."

"The ship all right?" Riddick was looking at River when he spoke but the preacher answered his question.

"Everything appears sound," Book assured him.

"Wash and Kaylee are checkin' things over to be sure," Jayne added from his position by the counter. "'Parently shuttin' down kept your glowy killer light from fryin' everything."

Riddick was looking at his wife and once more making sure that the Wrath hadn't done anything to her when the rest of the crew trooped back in. "Well that was interestin'," Reynolds said tiredly. "Book's been explainin' a few things to us."

"Such as it bein' stupid as fuck to try an' take River from ya," Jayne commented as he brought a bottle of whiskey over and handed it to the First Mate.

"Didn't plan on it," Riddick shrugged, still worried about his little wife. He couldn't seem to stop touching her, looking her over for any sign that the Wrath had harmed her. "Couldn't keep from guttin' him and control the Wrath."

"The Wrath?" The Companion was regarding him thoughtfully. "Is that what it's called?"

"This mark carries the anger of an entire race... but it's going to hurt." River's voice was clear and strong in the quiet of the galley. "The Wrath of the Furyans." She pressed her lips to Riddick's jugular and turned slightly to regard the crew.

Riddick noticed that the Doctor was not among the people in the galley. River didn't seem to care that her brother was absent. The Captain noticed him looking and a half grin lifted the side of the good looking man's mouth. "We stuck Simon on the bed in the infirmary. He apparently got flung across the room and knocked himself on the head. Don't guess he'd actually contribute to the conversation much at this point."

"Nor was he helpful before," River nodded. "Brought the Wrath on himself."

"Yeah, I'm just not quite..." Reynolds was shaking his head. "What was Simon even talkin' about," He wanted to know. "He sounded like... well he sounded a little crazy. And not the crazy like River that we're all used to. He was soundin'...unhinged."

"He was talking about the rites and rituals of Osiris," The Companion, Inara, explained in her elegant voice. Riddick could smell she was nervous around him but she concealed it well. Talking of something she understood seemed to calm her. "The Tams are...not nobility but they are an old family."

River nodded, "The marriage of a Woman and Man on Osiris has several elements." She leaned back against his chest and sighed happily. "I married Riddick by the tradition of Triumph. But Simon might have been able to have that annulled."

"So you married Riddick by your own traditions as well," Inara smiled her understanding. "Very wise if you wanted the marriage to be permanent."

"But Simon was talkin' about you not even knowin' how," The First Mate took a healthy sip of her whiskey. Riddick got the impression that she was still processing the doctor's behavior and that it wasn't something she found very pleasing.

"Obviously he thought wrong," Wash snorted. His expression was distinctly displeased and Riddick got the impression that the pilot, like his wife, wasn't happy with the doctor.

River giggled and nodded, "I've known for a while. Wasn't hard to learn. All sorts of things on the Cortex and in books. Easy to find. Easy to learn."

"So what did you do?" The mechanic asked curiously. "I mean he was goin' on about you bein' defiled an' suchlike. Don' much look like you're unhappy. I thought defiled meant...you know...raped an' beaten." She was looking more than a little confused and upset. Plainly she wanted what was best for River but she didn't seem to automatically think that River's brother knew what that was.

"Probably what he was thinking," Riddick nodded. "He didn't bother to knock, got a look at River's skin. And I don't look like..." He shrugged. He was aware of his wife shivering pleasurably in his arms and nipped at her neck with his teeth just to tease her a bit more.

"Husband is very affectionate with her in private," River was trying to be circumspect but eventually she came out and said what Simon's problem was. "Simon misinterpreted love bites and bruises from my Richard's lips. Thinks my husband is a brute who would harm me." Riddick scowled at the thought and River's lips on his neck soothed him as much as her words, "As if your honor would allow you to harm your wife. Simon is very foolish. Knows nothing of you."

"I don't get it," Kaylee shook her head. "He's so respectful of Inara and he's nice to me. An' Inara an' me have had sex. Well, not with each other, but, I mean..." She rolled her eyes, "You know what I mean. He's not nasty to us like he was to River."

"Neither of you are his sister," Reynolds shrugged. He was obviously thinking over the doctor's behavior the same as his First Mate.

Riddick shrugged, "Not the first time someone's thought the worst of me. Though even mercs know better than to accuse me of rape."

"It's different for River than it is for either of us Kaylee," Inara said quietly. "She is a Woman of Osiris and different standards apply. Neither of us were raised there so he doesn't expect us to behave as he does River."

"So how'd you marry him," Wash wondered. "Since I'm pretty sure the only priest there was Book. And he hasn't admitted to watching you two exchange vows." Riddick chuckled darkly and the pilot blinked at him. "Not that kind of a wedding?" The Furyan shook his head and the pilot looked at River curiously.

"My husband carried me over the threshold of his dwelling. Needed no request to do so," River smiled up at him and he grinned despite his lingering concern for her. "Marriage was consummated." A happy shiver touched her voice as she thought of it and Riddick couldn't help his own pleased smirk then. "And then husband agreed to speak the words of the Rite. The Marriage Rite and Vows. Never faltered."

"Impressive," Inara nodded. "All done according to the traditions?"

Riddick narrowed his eyes at her and the Companion smiled a tiny cat smile as she waited for the answer. River nodded again, "Joined and sealed. We are Eternal."

The Companion nodded and stood, "I'll make the notation in my journals. Your status as a fugitive won't allow me to record the marriage in the Osiris Temples for you as it should be. But I can record it privately."

"Even though you didn't see 'em get married?" Reynolds didn't understand. For that matter Riddick wasn't sure he did either. One thing he knew was that Companions were highly respected in the Core. He didn't quite get it but it was a fact.

"They both say that they are married. There is no denial on either of their parts," The Companion shrugged. "Have you ever seen or heard River so content? Or lucid? Even when Simon was being... well, less than kind?" She made a good point, though Riddick wasn't sure if he and River swearing to their marriage was really enough for any sort of registry. It wasn't any of his concern if the Companion wanted to stake her reputation on her own read of the situation though. He couldn't figure what was in it for her. She seemed to like River but she had no idea what he was like. It wasn't as if they'd spent a lot of time talking. She rose with practiced grace and exited the galley through one of the shuttle airlocks.

"Huh," The Captain regarded the two of them. "I am a little curious 'bout how River managed to stay in your lap the whole time you were glowin' and pretty much explodin' and throwin' folk around. Her hair ain't even kerfluffled."

River was looking up at him and Riddick tilted his head. He'd explain it if she liked but only if she didn't mind. It had been their wedding night after all. Her pleased nod and the smell of trust and affection relaxed him enough that he nearly smiled, "Furyans, especially Alpha Furyans like me, are the balance of Man and Animal."

"My Richard is the strongest of his people. The last of his people. But for me," River said proudly. "Both the Primal and the Evolved in perfect synchronicity. They are spirit warriors. The greater the feats of survival and the younger they face them, the more powerful they are. That power is passed to our children. My husband was cut out of his mother's womb. He was strangled with his umbilical cord. Left in a trash bin to die. But he survived. We are Furyans, defiant 'til the end."

"Uh, River, let's not break the streak of not crazy we've got goin' here," Reynolds suggested kindly. "You were born on Osiris."

Riddick chuckled as his wife began to giggle and he shook his head, "She knows that." He knew the amused smirk wasn't going to win him any friends but at the moment he didn't care.

"My Furyan gave me a Mark of my own," River added. She rubbed her cheek against his collarbone and pressed a kiss to the skin exposed above the neck of his shirt.

"You mean River's gonna start glowin' and explodin' stuff too?" Jayne didn't like the sound of that apparently.

"She don't carry Wrath," Riddick shook head. He pressed a kiss to River's temple, "Didn't wanna hurt her. Just give her the Mark. She's strong enough for it, all she's been through." He looked at her with a smile, "But it's not just Wrath anymore."

"Looked a helluva lot like Wrath to me," Zoe commented as she sipped her whiskey.

"My Husband is the Wrath and Honor of Furya," River murmured.

"River's Mark is...gentler," Riddick didn't mind River telling her crew about his mark. But hers was deeply personal to him. He'd given her the Mark and the meaning of it knowing she would embody those traits. How he knew was something he wanted to keep to himself for a while. He was fairly accustomed to how folks reacted to his violent side. The idea that the image he presented had a gentler side wasn't anything he was used to people seeing. All too often in his past his protective instincts were seen as a weakness, something to be exploited.

He couldn't picture this crew doing anything to River but he wasn't going to take chances with her. The affection he'd shown her in front of her crew hadn't been thought out but he'd simply been relieved she hadn't been harmed. And then he hadn't wanted to let go of her. The Animal had needed her close, needed her scent on his skin. It was probably too late to hide that she mattered to him. He'd have to keep an eye on the crew, see if any of them showed signs of trying to manipulate him in the future.

"We're bound together, three times over," He added finally. He let one hand drift up to cup the back of her neck, teasing the soft tendrils of her hair and stroking along her veins tenderly.

His wife nodded her agreement, a mysterious smile curving her lips, "Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken."

"Uh huh," The Captain sighed. "Well maybe at some point we can figure a way to get Simon on board with this. At the moment I'm thinkin' we could do with a change of subject." He looked at Wash, "How do we stand for gettin' to Beaumonde?"

"Oh we're shiny," The pilot shrugged. "Goin' completely dark kept anything from getting fried. We'll be low on fuel when we get there but that's nothing new." He looked at Riddick critically, "You know, I might be speaking out of turn, but how in the world are the two of you even sleeping on the bed in River's dorm?"

"Carefully," River deadpanned and got Kaylee giggling. She elbowed Jayne and the gun hand chortled in amusement.

"That's a topic I've been meanin' to talk to ya'll about since Riddick got on the boat," The Captain announced. "Man's asked about hirin' on. Want's him an' River to have a bigger room. He can pilot an' claims to be a decent gun hand."

"Don't see why not. We get him set up on the bridge with Wash, see how he does with an eye on him. Does all right we'll have one more person can handle the bridge in emergencies. As for a gunhand," Zoe shrugged. "Jayne's been doin' fine an' Riddick seems a touch smarter'n he is."

"Hey," Jayne objected to that. But when the Captain looked at him for his vote the big gun hand shrugged. "Aw hell, long's I don't get fired it's fine with me. Just don't put the headboard on the wall common to my bunk is all I ask. Need my gorram sleep."

"Ain't gonna fire you Jayne," Reynolds rolled his eyes. "Wash? Kaylee?"

"Be nice to have someone else who could pilot," Wash nodded. "And we all know that when it comes to violence I'm not usually the go to guy, so an extra gun won't come amiss."

"Well I think it's shiny," The little mechanic was grinning. "River we gotta look at your clothes some though. That dress is real pretty but you can't wear it all the time. Where'd you get it anyway?"

"Wedding gift from husband," River smiled.

"Yeah?" Kaylee asked with renewed enthusiasm. "Hardly got a look before, give us a twirl an' lemme see."

Riddick watched his lovely confident wife become shy and smiled at her gently. "I wouldn't mind another look," He coaxed. "I'd like to see those steps you were telling me about last night." It had been obvious from the way she spoke that she truly loved dancing. And anyone as graceful as his River must be a treat to watch.

River grinned at him and her fingers moved to her boots, untying the laces and kicking them onto the floor. Riddick picked them up and then caught one of her tiny feet in his hands. "Yeah I gotta make you some mocs," He muttered as he ran his thumb over the red marks on her arch and ankles. "You'll get foot sores otherwise."

"Don't wear them normally," She kissed his cheek and moved towards the empty space between the observation lounge and the table. Slender white feet flashed, rose and fell like blades as she danced. She crouched and then rose, a willowy graceful figure as she seemed to bloom. Slow and sweet she bent and swayed as if in the wind, her arms soft curves like unfurling leaves until Riddick could almost see the blooming rose in her body.

The crew was staring, shocked and Riddick caught the scent of tears in the air. Inara was standing in the doorway behind them, eyes suspiciously wet. The Companion moved towards the now still dancer and embraced her. "River that was beautiful. Simon was right...you are a gift."

Riddick watched as his wife smiled happily and tugged Inara over to the table to sit beside him. His wife settled back into his lap. "That was..." Reynolds seemed at a loss for words and shook his head.

"I could see it," Zoe sounded bemused. "I've never seen anything like that."

River looked at Jayne who was shifting a bit uncomfortably and finally blurted out, "Gorram, if that's dancin', your husband must love sexin' ya if you can do that with your legs."

River began to giggle uncontrollably and leaned back against Riddick. Faced with her amusement and the gun hand's flushed face Riddick just looked down at his wife, "Something we missed?"

"Film on the cortex. A beast with a rose beneath a glass dome, held aloft with magic. Pretty and perfect," River gasped out and Jayne flushed even darker.

"How'n the ruttin' hell she know what I was thinkin'?" Jayne glared at her. "Them's private thoughts. Know I didn't say nothin'."

Riddick shrugged, "Why'd you think she needed me? Think she picked a son of a bitch like me if she didn't need me?" How had they not figured it out before? River said she'd always seen or heard things she shouldn't. What the Alliance had done to her had only made the abilities more acute. Uncontrolled but completely reliable. How was it that the crew hadn't even noticed?

"Yes," River nodded and stared up at him. "Simon's drugs, made her incoherent." She replied to the questions in his mind. "And such abilities are...the stuff of fantasy. Witches. No such thing." She tilted her head and a little smile curved her lips as she looked at her crew and then back to him, "Couldn't ignore him. Perfect. Husband is right for her. Even if she wasn't missing parts. Would only want him."

"Huh," Riddick shrugged. "That's pretty nice." It was more than nice. No one had ever chosen him for anything. Not unless it involved violence.

"I don't take your meaning," Book shook his head. Riddick sighed in exasperation. This crew was seriously not paying attention. Didn't they know that could get them killed? Did they feel so safe on this ship out in the Black? And weren't they listening to what he and River were saying?

"Hell," The Furyan shook his head unable to believe that they still didn't get it. Even after River'd explained it to them they didn't get it. "They turned her into a Reader. Cut up her amygdale and made it so she heard everything. She's said all the voices never stop."

The shock of the blunt words he'd thrown at them showed on every face. The Shepherd was simply horrified as was the Companion. Mal and Zoe were blank faced but their eyes blazed with the knowledge of every pain they'd kept hidden. Even Wash's face became somber with concern, some memory dimming his good humor. Kaylee still looked confused and then worried but her face was more concerned than anything else. And the gunhand just sighed and poured himself another finger of whiskey. Jayne Cobb didn't look worried or afraid, just tired. As if he'd suspected this all along and had hoped maybe he wouldn't have to deal with it.

River jerked back against his chest and turned her face to hide from the crew, "Please. Hurts. They're all shouting at her."

"Hey!" Riddick slammed the hand not clutching his wife close down on the table. "Lock that shit down!" He glared at them furiously. "She doesn't want to hear all your deepest secrets. So stop thinking about them. Chances are she already knows and doesn't care."

Kaylee blinked, "Huh. It's kinda relaxin'. Whatever bad stuff I got in me, River probably knows already so it ain't like she'll be surprised. An' she's too polite to really bring it up."

River was still shivering and she smelt like pain. "Please, husband. Need your warmth, hands and kisses." That was all he needed to hear. He couldn't shield her from their minds but he could distract his wife.

He scooped her into his arms and nodded at the crew. "So all of you figure out if you're willing to hire me on now. But my wife hasn't ever done a thing to any of you. She knows all my secrets. Doubt yours are worse than mine."

He felt like he'd used up his allotment of words for the day thanks to all the conversations he'd been having. The crew was more than a little nuts. For all that they thought River was crazy they were the ones who acted insane from his perspective. He really was still trying to figure out the crew dynamic and them being crazy didn't make that exercise any easier.

Shunting his thoughts of the puzzling crew aside Riddick pushed their door open and carefully set his wife on the bed. A moment to lock the dorm up and they were alone. He pulled off his clothes, he threw them on top of his pack and gently began to remove her dress. "How're you feeling now," He asked in his softest voice. Her pretty mouth was pinched with discomfort and her dark eyes were squinted as if her head pained her.

She sighed and rubbed her forehead with her fingers. That answered his question better than words ever could. When he moved to toss her dress over his clothing River made a distressed sound and he glanced over at her. "Wedding gift," She whispered. "She needs to fold it and keep it safe."

"That'll keep," Riddick draped the dress over his pack and the chair so it wouldn't wrinkle and turned back to his unhappy little wife. He sat against the pillows and tugged her back against him so she sat between his legs. He knew what it was like to have an aching skull. Drugs didn't do him much good and he wasn't going to dope River. But he knew all sortsa things about the human body and it was about time he put that knowledge to use.

"Shhh..." He murmured against her ear and ran his fingers up to arms to her shoulders and neck. Taking her hair out of its heavy knot eased much of the tension in her neck and he combed through the dark silky locks with his fingers until her hair was loose and his fingertips could reach her scalp. Then it was a matter of beginning at her forehead and slowly but surely rubbing the tension away. He worked his way all the way from her temples and forehead to her neck and shoulders until River was sighing in relief.

It wasn't exactly a hardship to coax River into lying on her belly. And it was a pleasure to rub his hands down her back, unhooking her bra, so he could unkink all the knots in her slender back. By the time he'd worked his way down to her hips and thighs she was moaning half in relief and half in pleasure. The growing sweet scent was a torment and a pleasure both. So relaxed was she that it was easy to tug her upright to sit on the bed.

Riddick knelt in front of his lovely little wife and tugged off her undergarments before he pressed a kiss to her knee and thigh. Panties and bra discarded the Furyan tugged her to the edge of the mattress and spread her thighs. "Gonna give you something else to think about. When I'm done with you wife, you won't be able to rub two thoughts together." She didn't smell like pain or confusion anymore. And he needed his wife. After the Wrath he needed to know that they were more than the sum of their parts. He needed to pleasure her, to show her he would always take care of her. She'd need never fear he'd abandon her or betray her.

His mouth hovered over her clit, swollen flesh begging for his caress. His thumbs spread her nether lips gently until her body was completely exposed to his mouth. When his hot breath hit her sensitive flesh she moaned, "Richard...my Riddick, husband." His mouth surrounded her clit and she cried out as he began to suck on it.

He fucking loved how she screamed his name when she came. She was so damn passionate. But after her second orgasm he couldn't wait anymore. He needed to be inside her and she knew it. River scrambled back and got on her hands and knees, her hair falling over her shoulder dangling over her hands so he could see her smooth elegant spine.

"Fuck me blind," Riddick didn't wait for her to brace herself. His fingers dug into her hips and held her in place just before he rammed home. The strangled moan in his throat was ecstatic as she came around his thick cock. He couldn't wait, couldn't stop. He had to get deeper, fill her body, make her remember she was his. His wife, his mate. Home. He was home. And before her orgasm was done he was shouting as his own swept over him. Deep inside her, he jerked and thrust and felt his balls empty into his wife.

She was still panting, trying to move; wanting more and Riddick wrapped his arms around her and turned them around. He'd give her more. He positioned her so she was lying on her back, against his chest. Still semi hard and rooted deep inside her, Riddick made sure her thighs were well parted. "Touch your clit wife," He growled into her ear and set his hands on her breasts. Hot swollen flesh under his palms, tightly budded nipples scraping against his skin and her sweet pussy flexing around his rapidly hardening cock made for a very pleased husband.

River was moaning, her fingers on her hot flesh making moist slippery sounds as she pleasured herself. She was trying to move, to ride his cock, but her position dictated she couldn't. He held her upper body to his chest and her hips could only twitch minutely. It was sweet torture for them both, until she came hard under her own fingers. Her muscles clamped down on his cock, squeezing him hard until he was groaning. But he didn't want it to be over yet.

His fingers tugged at her nipples and one hand slid down to her clit and nudged her fingers out of the way. The heel of his hand pressed down on her belly, compressing her body so his cock rubbed her just right inside. River was wailing, moaning for more, her words gone, only animalistic sounds escaping her lips. She came again, his fingers tugging on her clit teasingly and Riddick groaned at the feel of her.

"Please," Her gasp was desperate. "Need to move. Please. Husband."

"Sit up and move if you want," Riddick conceded. "But if you do, my hand is gonna smack that sweet ass. And I'm gonna leave some marks on your spine." His growl in her ear was only arousing her more. The scent of her was delicious. His beautiful passionate wife. His.

"Yes," River moaned. "Yes please." He chuckled as he helped her sit up and did the same behind her. His wife was already riding his cock by the time he pushed himself into a sitting position. Timing it just right he gave her a little slap on the white curved ass cheek as she slid down his cock. Her entire body clutched with the smack and the sensation was exquisite. Doing the same with his other hand on her other cheek got a similar reaction and he grinned.

She was moaning, one hand between her thighs, flicking at her clit while she rode him. Her other hand braced her body so she didn't lose her balance or rhythm. Riddick had gotten her white ass flushed a bit and warmed her skin so she was moaning just to have his palms covering the soft hot flesh. Her back and spine were covered with marks from his mouth, nips from his teeth, and bruises from his lips. Then River reached back for his hands and slid one between her thighs while positioning the other over her breasts.

He'd felt her come, over and over, tiny shocks of pleasure rocking her body, pleasing them both. But when his fingers began to tug at her clit he felt her entire body gather itself for a storm. Fuck yes, he nearly cursed as River cried out. He needed to feel her come around him. His wife, so damn beautiful, perfect, the missing half of himself, he couldn't stop it.

Thank God she was on the edge, his body throbbing inside her, pulsing and hard as steel, pushed as deep as he could go. It felt like his cock was pressed into her womb, her body milking him, ruthless in her need for release. But her orgasm caught them both unaware, as she ground her body down to his a scream tore from her lips. Riddick gasped as his body instinctively responded to hers, it felt like he was coming from his spine, blood exploding in his veins as he split himself into her womb.

Author's Note: So I was trying in this chapter to walk the fine line between Riddick talking too much and not giving any explanation about Furyans at all. I think it came out all right. Can't be sure though. So by all means let me know.

Nice little break from Simon though right? He'll be back later though and up to no good.

I hope you guys liked this. This is the first time I've ever used the Wrath in a story. So I tried to make it as much like Chronicles as I could but being as this is only from Riddick's POV I couldn't do a lot to describe the after effects. I figured it worked similarly to an EMP and the ship going completely dark would keep it from turning into useless scrap metal.

Chinese Translations:

xiàn g jìng rú bīn - mutual respect between husband and wife

liè nǚ - a woman who dies fighting for her honor or follows her husband in death

zhàng fu - husband

zhī yīn - soul mate

rú yì láng jūn - ideal husband

Quote Sources:

Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken. - Ecclesiastes 4:12