Author's note: Riddick's thoughts are italicized since this is Lysia's narrative. Just so you know. Also, Lysia is the niece of that guy from Pitch Black, the one who owned all the liquor and stuff. Just wanted to tell you in case, like me, you never caught his name.
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Chapter 1
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"Check it out! It's the Lysidas reject!" Justin, a tall lanky kid, shouts with a grin. He's just out of high school and thinks he's mature because of how many girls he's screwed. He knows better than to try me out, but pushes his luck by jarring me with snide comments whenever I pass his way.
"Shut your mouth, Justin, or you'll lose your favourite part of your anatomy," I say with a growl. He's standing with some new guys in town, thugs by the look of them.
Behen, the planet I moved to after my uncle disappeared five years earlier, is a common stop on ship's voyages. Kind of like a 7-11 on Earth. Get your fill, and keep moving.
The men take a puff of their cigarettes and look my 5'4" frame over. I wear tank tops most of the time because they allow free movement. I know men like seeing my bra straps showing, thinking they saw something I was trying to hide. They should see the things I do hide. My bra has darts strapped to the sides, along with a blowgun, and my bulky belt holds ammo for my twin pistols, which are visible, but people hardly take you seriously when you have boobs. My front pocket holds my handheld computer, my favourite piece of equipment because it's durable enough to withstand even the most extreme damage, which is good considering how much rolling and dodging gunfights require. Six knives are strapped to each of my thighs and hidden by long khaki shorts. And for extra measure, there's two discs of tear-gas snug against my nipples.
Even with all this artillery strapped to me, I still look hot enough for men to stare. Dicks. I shove Justin as I walk past him and he falls backwards into some garbage bags.
I hear him shout "Aaaaaw!" as I push open the door leading to the bar I work at. It's not always a good thing to be working at a bar where drunken men hit on me most of the time, but this bar was the only place in town that would hire me.
There are about 15 men in the bar that I can see, most of them the usual that come here every night. Instantly, my brain registers the smell of all the men, weeding out the ones that smell sweaty and focuses on the ones that smell like a man's skin. There are about 6 of them, but one smell is stronger than the others. A smell I'd never smelt before. It's so powerful, it makes me gasp and grab the edge of the bar counter. Who the hell is doing that? I feel my juices drip from my pussy to my knees. Holy fuck, I think while biting my lip. The smell arouses me to the point of pain. I somehow gain control and continue walking behind the counter until I reach my work apron.
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R.B.R.
Sitting in the shadows of the bar, it takes me a minute to realize that the smell of the room has changed. There's a woman here now. Gunpowder. Lead. Steel. She's carrying enough artillery to kill an entire block of people. My cock hardens as I smell something else. Arousal. She's dripping with it. Her smell is different from any women I've smelled. It's the sweetest perfume, dripping into my blood like a drug. The other men in the room don't seem to notice her smell like I do. Somehow a white shot of possessiveness hits me. If they touch her, I'll cut their dicks off. My throat growls and I clench my fists.
I still don't see her, this woman who smells so achingly wonderful. This woman who is making me feel things I've never felt in my life. What the hell is wrong with me?
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I pour Stan, a regular, a shot of vodka and take a slug for myself. God, I still smell someone in here. I've never been so aroused in my life, not even when I wake up from cryo-sleep. I wouldn't be surprised if there was a wet stain on my shorts, and a puddle underneath me. I already feel my socks turning soggy, so I kick my running shoes off and throw my socks into a bucket of water. Damn it, I can hardly stand this.
Jerry, the chubby man who owns the bar, walks in from the back and sees me sweating.
"Lysia," he says. "Are you alright?"
"Uh, pee break, Jerry. That time of the month, you know." I laugh once like I'm trying to be casual about it, but as soon as he hears 'time of the month,' he grabs the rag I was mopping my face with and gives me a look like, 'take care of your womanly stuff before I barf.' I run to the bathroom and lock the door behind me.
"Oh God," I say in relief. The smell is muted behind the door, so now it's like a nose itch. Hardly even there. I wash my face to get the sweat off and inspect the damage.
My shorts aren't soaked, which is good considering I don't have anything to change into, but my legs are dripping wet. I strip off my shorts, panties, and the straps holding my knives. Half of my knives are now wet as well. Perfect. Jerry doesn't even know I have an arsenal hidden on my person so I can't very well leave all this where he can find it. Thanks to the Furyan side of my brain, I can only think of one solution: clean the knives and masturbate so I can work in peace. I hope it works.
Since I'm already half naked, I sit down on the counter in the bathroom between the two sinks. I can't believe I'm doing this, I think with a shudder. I hesitate for a second, until the smell suddenly gets stronger, like the man wielding it is outside the door. I bring a finger over my clit and my hips buck.
"Damn it," I breathe. My clit is so sensitive I can barely touch it. I bury a finger inside myself instead, avoiding my sensitive clit. I know I can't fit two fingers, since I'm still a virgin, but one finger is enough for now. I bite my lip, forming the word 'fuck' with my mouth as I move my finger in and out. It's pure ecstasy, smelling that smell and touching myself at the same time.
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R.B.R.
It's torture, smelling this woman and not being able to see her. I stand up and head over to the bar. The men avoid me, as they should. My black cape and black goggles is enough to make the strongest man cower in fear. But I'm not here to kill someone, so it's their lucky day. Just as I reach the bar, I smell a whiff of the woman. A gentle breeze coming from a curtain that leads to the back of the bar, where the employees go, is the cause. The bartender almost tries to stop me, but one look at my muscled arm and the glint of a gun sitting in my holster keeps him quiet.
I close my eyes and sniff the air. She's back here. My cock twitches in anticipation. I haven't had a woman in years. No time like the present. Following my nose, I stop at a door marked 'Women.' She's taking a piss. I almost turn to leave, but I hear her swear and moan.
Propriety wasn't taught at my school, so I run my fingers over the door to look for a crack in it. I find one, pull my goggles up and look through it.
Inside is a tiny woman, tiny compared to me anyway. Her skin is smooth and light, like she doesn't get out much, but there are muscles on her arms. Her hair is thick and henna coloured, but it's pulled into a ponytail so I can't see its length.
I move my eye lower. Fuck, she's masturbating. I should've guessed, since her smell is getting stronger. My cock gets harder, as if that's even possible, so I rap on the door with my knuckles.
"Hello?" I say, my voice unintentionally low and seductive.
She screams in ecstasy and falls off the counter. Suddenly, her smell erupts and is so potent, I can't think straight. I only think one thing: I have to fuck her. I slam against the door, tearing at the handle, my animal side taking over.
"Go away!" she shouts. Instantly, the need to screw her dissipates and I step back. I stare at the door, dumbfounded. What had just happened? I need a drink.
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The man outside the door walks away, taking his smell with him. My breath is coming in huge puffs, making my breasts move erratically up and down. My mind is still reeling from my orgasm. From the smell of the man alone, I had been so close to an orgasm. When he rapped on the door, I could feel an orgasm starting, my walls clenching around my finger. But I wasn't prepared for what happened when he spoke.
"Hello?" he'd said from outside the bathroom. As soon as I heard his voice, I erupted, my entire body shaking, making me fall off the counter. When I hit the floor, I ejaculated fluid that sprayed and hit the wall. I'd never done that before. Oh, I'd heard about it from other girls, but my orgasms had always been normal before now. My body is still twitching from the force of my orgasm and I can feel my ejaculate puddle under my legs.
I need a fucking shower.