Riddick fanfic 2

Riddick fanfic

Chapter 2: Reia

The Necromonger army had started to build instead of destroy. Vaako had led them for a year; I’d made him my deputy. I had to take my ‘holiday’. I had to go away for a little time. I had to forget. That was too much … Imam’s death, the fight against the Necromongers, Crematoria, Kyra’s death … And there were a few new things I’d never known before. Affection, pain, conscience … I hated them. And that was too much all at once.

Everything was going fine, I’d found a silent, peaceful planet …but I guess there’s something in me that attracts trouble. On an ordinary evening I was just heading towards my temporary home, when I stumbled upon a gang. They were about to ravish a young girl. I got a whiff of alcohol, testosterone and the scent of the girl’s fear almost begged … The guys were so busy with their fun that they didn’t noticed me when I went nearer to them, nor when I stopped behind them. Her desperate protesting, sobbing and groaning as she fought against them were barely heard because of their coarse laughing. They enjoyed the game. They fucking did. The girl had no chance against them, but she didn’t give up. And it awakened some kind of sympathy in me. Instead of walking away silently and leaving her to her fate, I stepped closer to her and the group of tottering drunks.

“Let her go, guys!” I asked them with perfect calm. My voice sounded like some kind of animal’s deep growl. How could I think that they would do that? That they would let the girl go…The girl in her torn clothes, who now, when I disturbed the guys and they turned toward me mad with rage, tried to escape from them with renewed strength. She was wild, furious and desperate at the same time…

I wanted calm around me, silence … but when two of them set upon me… well, I had to stand up for myself and my knives got into my hands by themselves. That was only a few movements. Five or six men were there, around the girl. The blades cut throats with easy elegance, one after the other. It wasn’t my fight. Why did I care for the girl?

From beside the corpses lying on the ground in the pool of blood, from the dirt on the sidewalk, a pair of scared, wide eyes looked up at me. I guess she didn’t know if she should be grateful or be afraid of me too. I put my knives in their places and offered my hand which she slowly took after a short hesitation. I helped her up and now, when she stood in front of me trembling, wearing her dirty, torn clothes, I saw just how beautiful she was. She tried to hide her round breasts by holding together her torn blouse with her shaky hands. Her hair was long, dark and her skin bronzed … Her fragrance stifled the scent of the blood in my nose. That was the sweet smell of beauty and purity. That was the sweet smell of a real woman. She was young, thin and much shorter than me. She was still looking at me with scared eyes.

“Go home!” I said in a low voice, turned round and started onward. She started too. First I thought she simply had her home in that direction, but then it became obvious that she was following me. I stopped suddenly and turned to face her.

“I said; go home!” I told her coldly.

She quivered and stopped too, still holding her blouse closed. She bowed her head and fixed her glance on the sidewalk shyly.

“I haven’t a place to go” she said in a whisper. Her voice was just like the finest silk … that caressed me.

“Not my problem.” I said, starting again. She followed me again but I didn’t stop any more. I heard as she stumbled over something in the darkness. My goggles on the top of my head … I saw perfectly well. “Where the hell can I get eyes like that?” I closed my eyes tightly for a minute, gritting my teeth as Kyra’s words came into my mind again. Why can’t I forget her? Kyra … wish I could change things …

“What’s your name?” she asked shyly already walking beside me.

“Riddick.” I murmured slightingly, not looking at her.

“Riddick” she repeated. “I’m Reia.”

Not that I cared … I didn’t ask.

“Thank you” she whispered gratefully. I didn’t answer and she kept silent too. She’d come with me to the house. And she had been with me since then.

My ‘holiday’ had come to an end, I resumed my situation as the head of the Necromonger army and she was still with me. Always by my side since that night. In the beginning I’d had no idea why I let her stay with me.

She was beautiful. Young, but not a child, not in the least. Already an attractive woman. Her hair was long, dark and it suited her bronzed, soft skin and her big, brown eyes which always shone. Her full lips, her wasp-waisted body … Damn it! Her simple presence attracted attention. She was the embodiment of temptation herself. She was dangerous for men … and she was more dangerous for herself.

And I … Well, somehow I felt that I bore the responsibility … To save Kyra I’d hid myself, leaving her alone at the same time. I would not make the same mistake twice. I didn’t touch Reia, just taught her, took care of her … and she … She accommodated herself to me. She was always with me, by my side in almost every moment, but she didn’t needle me. I’d never been talkative, so she didn’t chatter like other women and mainly didn’t ask too much. She just left me alone in my free-from-emotions, dark world. Sometimes when we were in private she cuddled up to me and we just sat side by side in the darkness for hours and hours. If I had a good day, I let her embrace and caress me. She was rebellious, great fighter, self-determining, independent … But she was devoted to me as if she knew me from time immemorial, as if I was the world for her. Everything she could believe in. Poor girl … Belief is a frail thing. Besides … I didn’t envy her. She was very needy if the only person who she could believe in and hold on to was Richard B. Riddick.

Without you

Note: What follows is an erotic short story meant for mature readers. If you're under 18, please, do not read it!! Thanks!

That night I lay on my bed alone and as I looked into the dark corners of my room, you came into my mind. I heard the raindrops tapping on the window and I felt a teardrop running silently down my face. I missed you as I always did when you were not around me. I closed my eyes and imagined your body, your adorable face, your eyes and your sweet lips. Oh, my god, how I loved your lips! I would give anything for you to be by my side.

"I love you.” I whispered into the darkness so hopelessly. One more teardrop ran down my face and then I couldn’t contain myself.

My hands moved automatically sliding my dress up to my waist. I kept my eyes closed and wished that it was you doing this to me. I pulled down the straps of my dress and my hands slid down my body from my neck to my knees then started up the inner side of my thighs. I desired you so much. I wanted your voice to whisper in my ear softly:

“Te quiero.”

I wanted to feel your hot tongue drawing small circles on my neck. I whispered your name as my hand slid under my panties and started to press my clit. My wetness coated my fingers and my breath sped up immediately. I pulled my hand out of my panties and moistened my lips with my fingers, then licked them enjoying the taste of myself. Behind my closed eyes I saw your face again; I saw your smile, darling, and I heard your voice:

“You’re so sweet.”

You always said that my pussy is the sweetest one in the world. How I loved to hear this!

“Why are you so far away?” I sighed with the tears flowing down my face. My whole body was aching for you. I knew well, there was no one on the Earth who could love me like you always did. There was no one who could treat me as you did.

My fingers were there again, circling around my clit, my palm pressed onto my shaved pussy, and my other hand stroked my tits. I was very wet, my pussy cried for you, baby. How many memories of you popped into my mind as I played with myself! Your shining eyes, your gentle kisses, your sweet smile … I licked my lips as my fingers slid into my body and I gasped out your name. I imagined that you gently grasped my hair, forcing me to get down on my knees in front of you, and I did it, of course. I knew that you loved it when I played with the most sensitive part of your muscular body.

Two fingers inside my pussy, my thumb rubbed my clit. My head was filled with erotic images of you, my nipple between my thumb and my forefinger … and I didn’t let my fingers rest. I imagined your body naked and I bit my lower lip. I always loved the way you kissed me, as your tongue slid into my mouth to play with mine. I loved that you always looked into my eyes smiling dimly while you penetrated my body. I loved when you asked me:

“Do you like it, baby?”

How I loved to feel your breath on my neck, while you moved deep inside me! Oh, God!

Three fingers inside me now. In and out, in and out … I saw your body, the play of your muscles, I heard your voice echoing, I could smell your scent and I gasped. My fingers stroked inside my pussy deeper and deeper. My body stretched out and I felt myself coming. I grabbed the sheet and pressed my hip against my hand forcing my fingers deeper. I moved my fingers so deep as if they were your long ones but I moved them slowly, making my climax last longer … and I gasped out your name again.

Then, when I opened my eyes again, the images of you melted away. You were not with me, my room turned back into an empty and dark place. Silence all around me, the only noise I could hear was the rain. I couldn’t find your scent on my skin. I was alone, you still were far away. There’s no word to express how I missed you, my darling.

“Come back to me.” I sighed crying.