A/N: I want to seriously Thank Everyone for the reviews they had left on the last 5 chapters, more then what I ever expected. I also want to say a big sorry for those who waited forever for a next chapter! lol I haven't written anything for awhile so bare with me I might be really rusty. So please read all the way through and let me know your thoughts. This is the longest chap I have written for this story so it may take a while lol
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She wasn't side by side with the other girls, like one other, she stood in the row behind the line of beauties signaling she was off limits. His eyes settle back into hers and as if she could feel the return of his eyes, her throat rippled as she swallowed hard the knot that formed in her dried esophagus.
'Interesting...'
"So, what will it be, my friend?" Zadore voice broke over the sound system, prompting Riddick to choose already. He was sweating bullets for cheating for the man as it was, the glaring eyes, and muttering obscenities were putting him even more on edge.
Riddick looked from Zadore over his right shoulder, who was standing among the crowd of men, and back to the green exotic gaze behind matching emerald veil.
"Her."
Kyra felt her eyes widen and heart try to break out of her chest with the feral smile he was directing toward her. Instinctively her hands went for her shiv tucked under the band of her flirty skirts.
'What is he doing?' Came Jack's scared voice piercing through from the back of her mind.
"Go away." Kyra commanded in her head not able to move her eyes from the toothy grin that promised pleasure and pain all of which she had no doubt she would immensely enjoy-'Where the hell did that come from?'
'You're behind the line, he can't pick you!'
"You don't think I know that?" She reprimanded the bald head kid.
Time seemed endless, forever, him standing there huge and intimidating blocking any chance of escape she had. She'd taken on guys three times his size, even in heels and skirt she bet her life she could still kick ass. Yet, with him, she wasn't so sure she would even be able to breathe much longer in his presence let alone fight him.
'Kyra, you have to do something!' Jack cried, winding the already tighten nerves of her body.
She knew what men meant….what they wanted….what they could do…
The grip on the shiv constricted, coiling like a deadly viper ready to sink its lethal fangs into anything that meant danger. That danger being the hooded man only five feet in front of her, just standing there smiling as if he knew he was the shit and he dared any stupid fucker there to take him on.
His hood-clad head tilted and the feral smile turned all the more taunting as he directed it toward another girl and reiterated his word again.
"Her."
His lips displayed widely into a carnal smile, knowing exactly what he just did.
He played her!
Kyra could feel the burn of her hot skin from embarrassment and the fact her stopped heart began to beat fervently, maybe from relief. She wasn't quite sure. The red tint of her skin not going unnoticed by one merculian eyes, making his smile gleam all the more boastful.
'Gotcha!'
The beast purred smugly inside him as he walked past the beauty with the red waterfall of curls.
He stepped in front of Taya who hesitantly plastered on a fake smile and flitted a nervous glance to a gentleman in the corner of the room. The gentleman sat up all the more straighter in his chair as the same worried look was directed back to her.
Riddick raised his hand to the Indie girl's face, it took all of her power not to jump from his touch. His finger tracing a slow, lazy line from her cheek to the tip of her chin. Eye-fucking every inch of her body as he looked her up and down, smiling in approval.
"Come." His voice low, obedience expected in his tone.
'Believe me Dickie-Boy, she'll be begging to before the night is out!'
Kyra could see Taya's body tense as she walked ahead the hooded man and she couldn't help but feel a sharp stab of protectiveness overcome her for her sister and another emotion she wasn't familiar with….Jealousy?
She shook her head, there was absolutely no way it could be that! There was no reason to be jealous of her sister and over a man…any man. Yet, the feeling was insistent but vanished quickly as it came with a smug smile that was directed her way once more before he followed behind.
A head in the crowd of men followed their departure. The gentleman that was staring at Taya with concern a few seconds ago looked sick to his stomach and on the verge of holding back or leaping off his seat to fight.
The two disappeared down a corridor that housed the sleeping quarters-more like fucking quarters, where groans of ecstasy, screams of pain and pleasure reverberated off the walls, mixing with the music that was now playing in the background.
"There you go, one beauty down and seven more just as good pussies to choose from!" Zadore blared through the sound system nervously to quell the unruly boos and complaints coming from the men as the choicest pick was already chosen.
"Now! Now!" He shouted to the perverse men, shaking inside. "Calm the fuck down! You fucking pigs! The pull was fair-"
Zadore was still struggling to get the crowd under control, men rushed to snatch the women that were left before any other could claim them. They were big girls, could take care of themselves when the need arose beside that's what body guards were for. Laughter broke loose through the men as one guy got a little too friendly and ended up back-kicked into a nearby wall.
Kyra rolled her eyes, her foot stepping over the dumbfuck one of her sisters took care of after the meaning of the word 'no' wasn't sinking in and headed to the bar. A hand lightly touched her arm, causing her to stop and face the youngest of her sisters.
"You ok, Kyra?" Abigail asked the older girl who retreated from the line.
"Fine, Abby." She replied, not feeling fine at all. If anything it was the way opposite of fine. "You think you can handle things for a bit? I need a drink." And to get the hell out of here, she wanted to add.
Abigail gave her a questioning look, brow raised. "Um…yea, sure," She said before leaving Kyra's side and heading back to the floor to entertain the rest of the men with erotic dances and nothing more, being the other girl on the back line.
Kyra planted herself on a stool at the bar, raising her hand for a drink and downing it as soon as the bartender placed it in front of her. She exhaled through her nose as the burn lit a flaming path down her throat to settle into a warm pool in her stomach.
"Hey, girlie. Looking for some company?" A slurred voice sounded to her left.
She looked over her shoulder and stared death to the wasted guy who dared to think he could have a chance with the woman. Even in a drunken stupor the guy was together enough to feel the vibes emanating from her rigid posture. An uneasy look crossed his face and he back away smart enough to know when he was out of his league. Kyra looked to the bar in front of her where another shot sat waiting...
Something wasn't right.
A sudden wave of...something...hit her, everything was spiraling. The world seemed to be moving all at once so much so she reached out to clutch the bar in front of her as sounds and colors fleetingly appeared in her mind. They bled and washed together in the dark recesses, swirling and clashing, bringing pain and confusion.
She grabbed at her hair, pulling her red curls in panic, wanting to scream to make it go away but it wouldn't end. Faster and faster they danced, some became dull as others were so vibrant, so beautiful it brought tears to her eyes.
The animal inside her lashed out in protest, could feel its cry echo through her bones, feel it's claws dig deep into her flesh, ripping, trying to get away. They chased, the colors relentless as she felt them come to life searing every atom of her body until she thought death would greet her at the end of this ride. The colors; reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues every hue of the rainbow they had a life of their own and came together into a twisting tornado.
Then suddenly...it stopped.
Like the end of a firework show, the colors collided and exploded into droplets that fell before slowly extinguishing into the pitch-blackness. Kyra collapsed forward into the bar, chest heaving in air to her deprived lungs. She felt like she was underwater fighting for breath for hours to no avail. No one seemed to notice her panicked demeanor as she raised her shaky body to look around the room...nothing changed. Everyone and everything was the same like it was a moment ago, no colors spinning or dancing in front of her eyes.
Her hand reached up to her head, as if to check if that was still there after the episode she went through she wasn't much sure of anything anymore.
"What the fuc-"
'Beautiful.'
A voice like melting thunder purred in her mind and she could feel fingers slide down her shoulder, but they weren't touching her. Yet all the same she could feel a warm breath against her ear as the words continued to speak on.
'Absolutely...beautiful.'
Kyra bolted up straight on the stool as images took over her sight, the familiar voice licking flames along her skin and wrapping her in lust that wasn't her own. His fingers, she felt them skid over bare shoulders and along crevices over her neck. She could feel his breath flutter against her ear, feel the warmth seep deep inside waking the beast and it's primal desires.
She spun around to look behind her expecting to see the one she fought ceaselessly to forget, standing there ready to flood back all the memories she fought to destroy.
But no one was there...
'Take it off.'
Fingers played at thin orangey-red straps resting on small, delicate tanned shoulders...ones that weren't hers. Ones that belonged to another...and she could see them!
Taya and the hood-clad man, she could see them! They were in one of the sex rooms, but more extravagant and richly looking than others she had seen. Fabric flowed, billowed and swayed on the wind that floated through huge open stoned arches in the wall. Golden lights glowed from hung torches on the deco walls casting warm shadows that stuttered with the jumping flames.
The hood-man towered over Taya, circling her as his fingers glided along her body...arms...shoulders and he would ever so slightly lean in and sniff her essence and smile that dangerous toothy grin of his before continuing his predatory walk around her. Taya stood there frozen trying not to show fear to this man who melted from the dark and could bleed back to the pitch-blackness so easily.
But she was nervous...and fear was present on the edges of her nerves trying to worm in though she fought hard against it...and this excited him even more. The corners of the man's lips curled up as he stepped in front of her his fingers sliding down from her neck and dipping low in between her cleavage.
Slowly teasing the soft skin there enjoying the utter helplessness like prey to a predator that overcame her brave front as shutters wracked her body with his wicked fingers.
Claw marks were etched into the bar as Kyra scratched into the wood from the sight in front of her mind's eyes. She couldn't shake the green-eyed monster that was curling up dark emotions in the pit of her stomach and could feel her teeth clench painfully at the images she could somehow see of her sister and the overpowering man.
'Take it off...now." He really did hate to repeat himself.
She looked up to his darkened face hidden under the leather hood and smiled weakly as she swallowed hard. Hands going up to stop his hands from practically ripping off her dress and she swore she could hear a threatening growl come from under his hood like a wolf guarding it's kill.
Taya swallowed unsteadily. 'My lord, why do we not drink first?'
She went to leave the sensual room but came short as a vice-like hand captured her wrist stopping her from leaving and a low voice filled with irritation assaulted her ears. He wasn't yelling out at her but the effect was all the same and she curled up inside from the sting of his words.
'If you're trying to get me drunk, don't fucking waste my time.' He snapped, placing pressure on her thin wrist and yanking her forward to make her face him.
'No, my lord. I only wanted to share homage.' She reassured placing on a alluring smile she hoped was easing his mood. 'We Sensors are very skilled with brewing and our drinks are very boasted about the universes.'
Bullshit! 'Never heard.' He advanced upon her and stopped as she place a hand against his robed chest.
His head tilted down to look from her hand on his chest to her face to stare her down for her actions and proceeded to take her by force if necessary. He wasn't a monster in a sense of rapping woman, dark his fucking soul was, but at least he could say that was one area that didn't expand the dark realm of his heart. Yet, it was a thought to do to the bitch that was doing the cock-blocking, with his frayed nerves at the moment she didn't realize how dangerous he could be.
'Please, I swear on my life...'Taya pressed anxiously not removing her hand from his chest in fear if the barrier was not there she would be on her back in seconds beneath him. "...you won't regret it.'
Riddick took a long moment to think about it and against his best judgment he released the painful grip on her wrist which was red and bruised from his strength. 'Go.'
He planned on her drinking a large portion of whatever drinks that she brought back. 'Might loosen the bitch up.' He walked up a set up stairs to a small raised floor that adorned the intricately designed bed that would appease any king and sat on the edge, leaning back on his elbows.
The swollen bulge between his legs could be seen practically bursting through his black cargo jeans, it caught her attention like it was meant to, his hand dropped down to it, rubbing it to relieve some of the ache and to direct her attention even more to the area.
'I want you back here, naked, and beneath me.' He ordered in his low rumbling voice to the girl as her cheeks tinted from his vulgar display and she quickly made for the door as soon as his words were done.
'One more thing...'
She stopped suddenly as if the floor turned to glue, looking over her shoulder at him as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees looking evil and menacing.
'Don't make me come after you.'
With that she gave a curt nod and fled from the room as if her life depended on it while his thunder like laughter rolling through ominous grayish-black clouds followed after her.
Kyra's eyes went black, the images were gone and she rubbed at them as pain like pins and needles rammed through her skull. She gritted her teeth as the pain slowly went from extreme intensity to no pain at all and just as fast her sight was back. She stared around her in disbelief, she was at the bar, men and women around her in the main room of the brothel. She wasn't in the room with her sister and that man.
It was so real.
"What the hell was that?"
'So now you're talking to me?'
Came Jack's snide reply but retracted her words at the internal glare she could feel from Kyra. 'How am I suppose to know?'
Kyra rubbed her head and bit on the inside of her cheek to dispel what happened a moment ago. "Because, You're the only damn thing I know that's floating around in my head."
'Our head, it's my body too!'
"The fuck it is." Kyra glared at the bald girl Jack, there in the reflection of the dark liquid, sticking out her tongue.
She struck out her hand against the shot glass knocking it off the bar and shattering to the floor. Taya then was suddenly by her side panting and apologizing to the disgruntled bartender as she left a few credits to pay for the broken glass and the drink. Everything was happening so fast and she couldn't separate the feelings of protectiveness and that damn other emotion!
Kyra spun around so fast to face the Indie girl that Taya almost fell on her bottom if not for her own quick reflexes.
"What's wrong?" She growled on defense, her shiv already in hand and thirsty for blood. "Did he-"
"No." Taya shook her head, but the look of a fearful mouse running from a cat didn't leave her face either. "I need a favor..."
Kyra stood there arms folded, watching as the gentleman from earlier had Taya in a protective embrace, kissing her passionately as if it was their last time together. She had to stop herself from gagging in front of the two but cleared her throat loudly to break them up from the slobber fest.
"Does Mitra know about this?" Kyra asked seriously, eyeing the man with a hard gaze. She didn't know him, which meant she didn't like him. The fact that he was a guy only made the notches on the dislike side go up even more.
"No, she doesn't and that's how I plan on keeping it." Taya replied her hand squeezing her lover's own hand for support. "Mitra would only try to talk me out of this."
Kyra ran her hand down her face shaking her head in disbelief. "Tay, what are you doing?"
What she was doing was running away with a royal from Isis 12, a lucky planet far enough away to not catch the attention of the blood thirsty Lord Marshal and his caravan of converting retards-Lucky to escape for now.
A royal who was next in line to rule the small planet but the spoil brat wanted nothing more to give up his obligations to another and live a more normal life. Even abandoning the woman he was betrothed to, that wasn't going to bode well with both sides of the royal families.
Kyra could fucking care less about any of his shit, what she cared about was Taya getting in the mix of it all. How long would this punk gorge himself with normalcy before he realized he's really missing that silver spoon he was born with in his mouth?
He'll go running back to his rich life to the pretty little bitch bride he's suppose to marry and leave her sister with a broke heart. Taya was just too fucking good for that to happen to her like some unclassy whore to be messed with and dumped on the streets.
Taya could read the glare in Kyra's eyes and went up to the red-head girl with thick curls, hugging her tightly. "I love him and he loves me, Sis. I don't want this life anymore."
She looked over her shoulder, giving a smile of love to the man who had her heart. "My body only belongs to one man now."
Kyra embraced her close to whisper in her ear. "I don't trust him."
"What man do you trust?" Taya retorted with a smile, then grew serious. "Please do this for me?"
The Indie girl could see her resolve melting in her eyes but jumped as Kyra's lighting fast movements brought her blade to the jugular of the man's throat.
"You do anything to hurt her and I will have no problem cutting off your dick and forcing you to eat it. Got it?"
The man only nodded afraid that swallowing would brush his skin against the sharp object held tightly against his neck.
"Thank you! Thank you!" Taya squealed, not so loudly to attract attention to the small room in which they hid and grabbed Kyra into another fierce hug. "We will be leaving tonight."
"What?" Kyra asked to the overjoyed two, but was just bombarded with ramblings from her sister and a small silk satchel that contained a fine black powder inside.
"That is for the hooded fellow. It's Odae root."
Taya had explained her dilemma with him earlier, the reason why she looked so sick to her stomach when she was chosen by him and not by her lover like it had always been for the past two years. Somehow it had always worked out, he would slip Zadore extra money on the side to be allowed the only one to pick Taya, seem like the weasel wasn't playing fair anymore.
Or a quick fix of the black powder in the drink of a man that had choosen her would find themselves in the dark abyss of sleep.
"I swear he'll be out like a light within sixty seconds." She pressed to convince her sister. "You just need to stall him until it takes affect."
Kyra couldn't believe she was doing this, strong drink with the black powdery mixture was in hand as she cautiously stepped in the dim lit room. Her predatory instincts stretched forth feeling the room, nothing stirred, nothing moved but she could feel something out there...something that made her heart beat furiously. It was thrilling! Absolutely intoxicating...feeling something watch her but not being able to pin point the location.
She was always the one to be the hunter, but why now was it just as exciting to be hunted by this mysterious guy with hooded face?
"Hello?" She called out from dried lips, happy that at least her voice didn't falter.
Her shapely body was silhouetted by shadows as she moved toward a golden end table, a clang could be heard through the silent room as she placed the goblet on top. Like before in her shot glass the girl Jack reflected in the murky liquid, looking like the little frightened girl she was about to piss her pants if she could.
'Come on, what are we doing here?' Jack cried nervously. 'We need to fucking leave before you end up getting rapped.'
She traced her fingers around the lip of the goblet, starring at the girl with indifference. "Don't you mean we?"
Jack stared hatred at the woman for her words. 'Fuck you!'
"Right back at cha'." Kyra retorted back too focus on her conversation with the worse part of herself to notice the monster that came out to play and was standing a few feet behind her. Admiring the girl with red waterfall curls, green silks covering womanly curves, the one he thought was off limits.
"They say crazy and dangerous people talk to themselves." A deep, rumbling voice spoke up from behind. "What are you?"
Her heart stopped and she swallowed hard. She couldn't tell if it was just her head making his voice sound like the man from her memories or not. She just knew her body was frozen in place and a familiar chill ran down her spine.
Fourth lumbar down...the sweet spot...She shook her head to get rid of fighting memories.
"Maybe both." The corner of her lips of their own free will curled slightly up, her back still facing him.
He gave a short laugh, a smirk or a grunt, she couldn't tell but the hairs on her body stood up in alarm just the same- he moved closer behind her...close enough for him to be able to reach his arm out and touch her if he wanted to. Before another second could past the room was whirling fast before her eyes and soft sheets were felt on her back.
The bed dipped and she could feel forced intrusion between her legs as she felt his heavy frame settled down upon her smaller body. It took all her might to stop from grabbing her blade and slash at the huge bulge she felt pressed against her thigh. She doubt she would even have a chance to grab for it though, he was so fast, she didn't know she was on her back on top the bed until it had already happened.
"You're not the other girl." His head was at her neck, sniffing, smelling, she had a crazy idea that it was more of her soul that his nostrils perked to not just her scent.
She swallowed hard again, trying to keep her nerves under control. "Why? Disappointed?"
His lips stretched into a feral smile, all white teeth and sharp. "Does it sound like I'm disappointed?"
"Then what, I'm not good enough to fuck?"
Riddick got serious, grabbing the girl's hands and pinning them roughly above her head. She yelped and tried to sink into the bed as he closed the distance between their faces. Her face was hard and she put up a good front but he could smell the fear and confusion swirling inside.
"Just wanting to know why the girl on the back line is in my room?"
Kyra turned her veiled face to the side away from his intimidating voice. "I don't know, maybe I wanted to finish what I started with my dance..."
She turned back to look at him a tease plastered on her face and in her smile. "...I was interested to know the man under the hood."
Her legs slid against his leather clad ones and wrapped around his hips, she was just trying to play the part but even she couldn't deny how good this felt. His eyes following her movements and growled lowly in his throat as she brought their lower halves together. She was fighting urges she never saw herself having and she would be lying if she said she was just pretending to act like some horny little slut in a whore house.
How she freed one hand went beyond him, she slid it up his chest over his taunt neck and rested it on his cheek.
"Come on, lets see what you look like."
He gave an evil grin as he grinded his bulge onto her soft, hot mound and wasn't disappointed as a groan slipped past her lips. The truth was in her eyes she wasn't expecting to enjoy this so much. This girl, she wasn't exactly what she appeared to be.
He stopped his wicked doings and rested up on his elbow freeing one hand to raise to his head. "Be careful what you ask for, little girl."
His palm splayed to the air and a small gust of wind whipped around the room extinguishing the torches on the wall, killing the light to make the room pitch black. Kyra flitted her eyes around nervously as one by one the light was snuffed out until she could barely see anything at all. Her heart was pounding painfully hard and then it stopped as she watched him finally pull his hood down.
Shaved head with a slight stubble was revealed on a strong head, but that's not what made her grow cold and had every nerve in her body in fight or flight mode. There in the pitch inky darkness she heard clinking sounds and hammerhead monsters came out to play; they were free finally. She couldn't breath, her chest heaved and fought for the life giving substance to no avail.
His eyes!
Twin glowing, silver-merculian pools shined through the inky room, staring straight down upon her.
The door creaked to her shared sleeping quarters. Impressive as the room was it could most certainly do without one thing.
Damn it! She complained inside as the sound was loud enough to wake the dead in the Underverse.
Her cat like eyes scanned around the darkened room except for the glow coming from the massive fireplace. Everything was still enough, the lump in the bed toward the middle of their room showed her husband still slumbered, just as she left him an hour ago. A perverse smile claimed her lips, the poor fool, so trusting.
She bent her body down to her heels killing her feet, her hands sliding down her shapely toned claves to remove the offending article. Once laces were undo she raised...to an intricate Necromonger blade pressed against her delicate throat.
"Where have you been, dear wife?" An athoritive voice spoke harshly into her ear.
Her dark glossy thin lips only smiled as she turned to face her "dear" husband, blade cutting slightly into her skin. "Dear husband."
Dame Vaako only ignored the cut of his eyes filled with malice toward her and his seething tone. "Out warming our Lord Marshal's bed yet again?"
"Careful husband, you actually sound jealous." She teased, idly playing with the carved handle and his fingers that tightly rested there. "One would think you weren't a converted at all."
"Watch your words, woman." He threatened grabbing her arm and squeezing painfully all the while the blade cut even deeper drawing blood.
"Hit me." She begged, whimpering with delight from the pain he was afflicting on her. She drew closer to him to meet their lips together but stop only a breath away to speak. "You know how excited this makes me."
Vaako stared disgust on his wife, she didn't care, he could only take so much of her odd affiliation of pain and pleasure mingled together. He enjoy the beating and heat of passion but his wife seemed to be much more perverse in the matter. It had only grown worse since her conversion, that and her greed for power...to be a wife to a powerful man.
He pushed her down to the floor to get her away from him before he really hurt her. "You smell of another male."
Dame Vaako lift her head to stare contempt toward him for not giving her what she wanted. "A male who actually knows what to do with power."
"Do not tempt me wife. I'm in no mood for you antics tonight." He pressed his fingers into the bridge of his nose.
She raised up to her feet at his side. "He was no Lord Marshal, since he's been away to Helium Prime for some time now..."
"I could have informed you of that wife." Vaako replied pressing even more into his face from stress.
Dame Vaako smiled viciously. "...but believe me he got the job done."
A loud crack sounded as Vaako's fist struck out against his wife's cheek, knocking her down to the bed. "You meddle in things you ought have no business."
She gave him a bloody smile of enjoyment as he wrapped his hands around her thin neck. "And you dear husband are too coward a male to take what's rightfully yours!"
"You will get us exiled yet, wife!" He pressed his fingers harder into her throat, squeezing her wind pipe. "Or better yet, killed."
She could barely breathe, her voice was raspy she could taste blood on her tongue but she couldn't have enjoyed it anymore.
"My planned has worked!" She could speak no louder than a whisper. "He's been too distracted trying to find his precious fuck toy, ever since I released her tomb in space, to even realize what I've been up to."
"You should be up to nothing." He seethed with anger, his face turned red as he could barely control the grip on her throat. "Riddick is the Lord Marshal, I serve him."
"Never!" She rasped out in a high wail, her eyes on the verge of bugging out of their sockets.
"He has made me his second in command-"
She was turning purple and then a dark shade of blue before he noticed and quickly released his hold upon her. She gasped for air pushing it to her deprived lungs and laughed wickedly at his weakness. Dame Vaako sat up and doubled over to breath easier and to look tauntingly towards him as he stepped away from the thing that has become his wife.
"-You're nothing more than a whimpering pup to him." She spat at him and whipped the back of her hand across her mouth the wipe away at the trickling blood. "He tosses scraps down to you at his feet and kicks you around with ever chance he gets."
She stood and walked closed to her husband pressing the front side of her womanly body into this strong hard backside. "He is not of our faith, nor does he care to be. He converts and destroys only when our people brings it to his attention. And only then after he tires of hearing our raised voices."
Vaako hung his head in thought, not wanting to hear her but taking in her words nonetheless. "He does what needs to be done in his own way."
She laughed and pushed away from him. "He himself would never convert. His destroying of planets come from his own blood lust not because of our cause. If we continue to wait to do things his way, we may never see the Underverse that has been promised to us."
She sighed wearily at her visionless husband, her shoulders slumped forward and head dropped to her chest. So very tired of trying to fight her husband to see what was best for them and their people.
"Perhaps...you are right..." He still sounded very unsure about going against his precious Riddick, but it was a spark of hope that could ignite a flame.
Dame Vaako smiled victoriously inside but on the outside she gave her husband an alluring smile and touched the palm of her hand to his rough cheek.
"You deserve to be the Lord Marshal." She said kissing his lips lighting and pulling back to stare deeply into his eyes. "You are a Necromonger of our own faith and no other can uphold our law or finally bring us home. Bring us to the Underverse..."
There was still a battle warring in his eyes as he ran over all that she had said against all that he know in his head. His attention was caught as her silk gown fell effortlessly to her feet, showing a caramel-dark slender body.
Dame Vaako looked over her shoulder at him, her bare back and shapely bottom exposed for his viewing pleasure. "I'm going to take a long...hot bath."
She had other ways of drilling the message into that thick stupid skull of his and gave a seductive smile before sauntering toward their bathing chambers.
Vaako stood there mystified for a moment starring at the enticing curves of his wife's backside as he became rock hard, needy before following after his wife to quench the fire brewing in his nether regions.
A/N: Yea so, sorry for leaving it there between Jack/Kyra/Riddick, believe me things only get good after that point and I had written so much that this chapter needed to end somewhere lol. I hoped you enjoy! More soon, you guys won't be waiting years I promise lol. So in the mean time Review and tell others about this story! Thanks so much!