Part 7

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Carolyn threw a look over her shoulder, assuring herself that the others were much too
caught up in their own devices to notice her absence. She walked around the eerie area, her
hands trailing along the smoothness of the biological 'landmarks.' Something about this
entire area ... this entire planet fascinated her in a way she could not begin to explain. Sliding
into a well-hidden crevice, she allowed her mind to trail off. It was not long before her
thoughts turned to Johns. She rested her elbows on her knees and lowered her forehead to
her arms. He drove her insane with his macho merc act and she ended up a basket case after
any conversation with him. So why the fuck was it that all she could think about was throwing
him to the ground and riding him until she was sane again? Just the idea had her body
spiraling into that whirlwind again. Instinctively, her hand began to move upward under her
tank top, slowly finding its way to caress the globes of her own breasts. Her eyes closed of
their own volition as her fingers began to manipulate her large, tightly puckered nipples. She
felt the effect travel to the heated wetness at the apex of her thighs that screamed for
attention. Her free hand moved to willingly comply.

* * * * * * * * * *

Morgan shrugged at his last comment about finding a water source. "I'd say we're shit out of
luck at the moment."

It was then that Johns turned seeking Carolyn's input.

Where the hell did she go?

He turned in a semi-circle. "Carolyn?"

Riddick nodded his head in a western direction. "Ambled off that way, big guy. Little over
ten minutes ago ... not that you would have noticed."

Johns glared at him and turned making his way through the massive strewn remains.
Hearing a whimper yards in front of him, he hurried his pace, his heart hammering wildly in
his chest.

If she's.........

He stood stock still at what he saw between what could only be ribs. Then, quickly
recovering from his shock, he moved back into the shadows to watch. He swallowed hard as
he watched her fingers working inside her pants, her throat making that soft whimpering
sound he'd heard. His cock lept to attention at the sound, knowing the cause of it.

Her fingers had suddenly become her lifeline, plunging in and out of her oh-so-ready opening
at a frenzied pace. Between the full feelings of three fingers buried to the knuckles inside
her mixed with the electric shocks of her nipples being pinched and rolled between her
thumb and forefinger ... she felt the orgasm build quickly. She was a master at masturbation
in a hurry ... had learned to perfect it. And now it was about to pay off.

Johns shifted his weight, trying to find a more comfortable position as the tight fabric pulled
across his groin. He leaned forward, arm cushioning his forehead against the hard bone, his
jaw clenched tight as he watched her work her body.

Her breath came in spasmodic pants as she felt her body explode into self-manipulated
ecstasy ... her cavern mucsles gripping and loosening her fingers on one hand as her other
hand grasped her left tit in a vice-like hold. Her eyes practically rolled back as she rode out
the orgasm she had produced.

He hadn't meant to, hadn't meant to make any sound at all. But the low, rolling moan burst
from his throat as he watched her in the throws of an orgasm. He couldn't help but imagine
her clamping around him to ride out the sweet wave.

The slight noise was like being spashed with cold water. Her eyes sprang open like an
animal caught in a bright light and she scrambled to stand, extracting her hand from her
fatigues and standing in a defensive position.

"What the hell do you mean, sneaking up on me like that?" Her words hid the excitement
she felt at being caught by him.

"I didn't think you would mind considering you seemed to be busy." To his horror, he
actually felt a warmth creeping into his cheeks that had nothing to do with the enviroment.

She forced herself to square her shoulders, feeling the familar slickness between her legs as
she took a few steps to the side. "Fuck you, Johns," she breathed, savoring every word.
Turning her back, her eyes snapped shut.

"Should have extended the invitation a few minutes ago and you wouldn't have gone solo."
He shifted his weight again, the painful pressure going with each passing moment.

She turned to him, her eyes sparkling. Stepping forward, she assumed her best intimidating
stance, her eyes shifting quickly to his bulging groin, then just as quickly returning to his
eyes. "Am I to assume that's for me?"

"Sure wasn't for Riddick!" he growled, not bothering to try and hide his excitement from
her.

She moved even closer and, without taking her eyes from his, reached downward, grasping
his engorged rod in her small hand, squeezing with the perfect amount of pressure. "You
invaded my privacy, you sonofabitch." Her words were low and sensual ... more excited than
angry at the thought that he had watched her in a most intimate moment. Her hand began to
slide toward the waistband of his pants, slipping its way underneath.

He placed his hand over hers, stilling her movements, her progession. Pulling her hand up
to his mouth, he sucked first one and then another finger into his mouth, cleaning what was
left her her slick sweetness from the digits.

The feeling of her fingers inside his mouth brought a new level of excitement to her
quivering body. Her voice sounded weak and almost alien ... even to her own ears. She
forced herself to pull her hand from him, but not before the third finger was licked clean. "If
you wanted my hands off, Johns, all you had to do was say so." She took a deep breath, her
eyes on his.

A lewd smile twisted his lips. "A simple thank you would do, Carolyn."

She blushed crimson, but didn't miss a beat. "Like you didn't fucking get off on it!" She
moved to push past him. "We need to get back to the others." To safety, she thought. The
safety in numbers.

"You weren't worried about gettin back a minute ago. Why the hurry?" He brushed her over
warm cheek with his knuckles.

Her breathing became slightly erratic again. "We could be in danger here." Could he
actually sense the erotic excitement inside her?

"Yes, we could Carolyn. But isn't that part of the excitment? Didn't you come here wanting
to get off with that little edge you've been feeling around us?" His smile grew, becoming
predatory.

The verbal banter was part of what excited her so and she nursed it. "I had to get off
somehow and nothing else was doing it." Her eyes moved to his huge bulge again,
remembering that he stopped her caress. "Why?" she simply asked.

"Why what?" he asked, tilting his head watching the play of excitment in her eyes.

She huffed and rolled her eyes. "Don't play fuckin' stupid with me, Johns. Why did you stop
me?" Her mind went back to the feeling of him licking her fingers clean and she shivered
slightly.

He sighed, turing his eyes towards the sky and then back to her. "Because Carolyn, a bon
fire is better than a smoldering ember." He pinned her with a look, filled with need and
longing. "Think about it."

She swallowed hard, eyes boring into his as her tongue flicked over her lips. "I'll think about
it." She jumped then as she heard the sounds of life moving around them.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Imam crouched in the relative shade of the remains with the little girl, Newt, laying across
his lap. He looked up just as Morgan drew near him, a pouch of sterile water in her hand.
"Drink. Slowly," she said, handing it to him. Doing as he was instructed, he returned it to
her.

Morgan lowered herself onto her heels, smoothing the hair from Newt's wildly flicking eye
lids. Drizzling a generous amount of water over her finger, she reached out and ran them
across the girl's cracked lips.

Riddick watched Morgan's gentle ministrations to the child. She was a fucking fighter, but
she had the knack with this particular kid. He turned his gaze to Ripley and his brows
furrowed. He didn't trust her. Something just didn't ring true and his instincts were pretty
damn good. Pushing his shoulder from the large ivory bone, he moved to squat beside
Morgan, his hand reaching out to touch Newt's forehead.

"Sun fever. Need to get her outta here."

"Any suggestion?" Morgan glanced at him, trying to hide the worry in her eyes. Just then,
she felt a the small tongue slide across her fingers. Slowly withdrawing them, she doused
them again and Newt began to sip the moisture quickly away.

His goggled eyes scanned the area and he nodded toward the North. "I'm going to check out
those rocks over there. Maybe there'll be some sort of cave or shelter that we can place her
in until she's better hydrated." His hand stroked the sweat matted hair as he looked at the
kid. Poor thing. She never asked to be a part of this.

"Don't think so, Riddick." She gestured for Imam to take over her minstrations. "Not going
anywhere without me."

He forced a lascivious smile her way. "Can't stand to let a stud like me out of your sight, huh
baby?" He stood to his impressive height and gathered the supplies he'd need for their
hike.

"Yeah, that's it. That's exactly it, Riddick." She sighed and looked to Imam. "You got this?"

"Yes, I will care for her. Get her to drink." Imam, looked between the two.

Noting her sigh, Riddick began to walk toward the North, putting the lust he felt on hold as
he looked for a way to help the kid. She needed him now, and he had to admit ... it didn't
suck to feel needed.

She fell into step with him. "Have a very high opinion of yourself, don't ya?"

He cut his eyes to her under the goggles and nodded once. "I know what I'm good at and I
know how to get shit done." And I know that you fuckin' want me, his mind screamed. "But
that's a moot point now. What's important is shelter, baby."

"Yeah, got that right." She glanced to the horizon and then back to him. "SO, what exactly
are you good at ... except lights out?"

He repositioned the canteen strap on his shoulder and kept his gaze straight ahead.
"Strategy. Survival. Pushing aside the bull shit." He cut his eyes to her again. "Fucking.
Take your pick." He chuckled, knowing she'd die and go to torment before admitting she
wanted anything to do with him.

"Handy things to be good at." She was barely able to contain her laughter. "And you would
be the one that sicked the kid on my case about beds?"

He grinned, shaking his head. "Nah. I was trying to convince her that you didn't need a bed
for it. But she's still a kid. She'll learn."

She shook her head. "What the hell......How did..... Just how did that topic rear its ugly
head?" She tried avoiding the mother hen routine but had a feeling she was failing miserably.

"Ugly? Ah ... so now we see how baby views sex." He laughed. "She said something about
seeing her mother and father doing it. She said they were making babies and to do it you
need a big bed and needed to scream a lot. I said one was great and the other was optional.
That's the extent of my perversion with her, baby."

Morgan released a full throated laugh. "Ugly is the last thing I think sex is, Riddick. Trust
me on that one." She shook her head, not able to curtail the laughter for long, thinking she
must be the one with sun fever now.

He watched her from the corner of his eye. "Well that's good for my cock to know. Big guy's
awful appreciative." His words were throaty and serious as his tongue played with the open
wounds in his mouth.

She quickly made a production of craning her neck to get a look at the front of his fatigues.
"Well! Suprise! Suprise! Nice view!"

He chuckled. "Like I said before, baby ... locked and loaded." He moved his eyes to the
front, not bothering to the adjustment he made to his fairly erect dick as he walked... the
movement natural and uninhibited.

"Yeah, I can see." Another round of suddenly nervous laughter erupted. Her home was on
the battlefield fighting, not chatting it up with some con about how damn horney they both
were.

What the hell am I thinking? What are you expecting? Here just waiting for the monster to
crawl from beneath the bed? You're an idiot, Morgan!

"Danger is erotic," he said softly, with authority as he read her body language. "And you're a
very sexual woman. It's not unusual that you'd be turned on in an atmosphere like this." His
eyes cut to hers as he stared through his goggles. "It doesn't make you weak to want my
cock."

"Oh, I want your cock? Just your cock? So, tell me, since you know me so well ... exactly
what do I wanna do with it?" she replied a bit to breathlessly, sweat giving way to the natural
lubricant between her thighs.

He could smell her sex as it creamed her ... but he gave a slight shrug of his shoulders as he
kept walking. "Suck it ... lick it ... squeeze it ... bury it inside that hot hole that's so wet and
feels so good to you right now ... pump it hard ... what am I missing?"

"Ummm.......Shit!.......I think you just about covered it all," she gulped, suddenly feeling out
of her league. This man was raw and ready .... if for a moment she would give in she would be
on her back in the sand. The thought suddenly appealed more than it should.

He slowed his speed, allowing her to get in front of him ... then grasped her arm, pulling her
back against the wall of his body. His stiff cock rubbed perfectly against the firm globes of
her ass and his hands slid up and down the contours of her biceps. His mouth trailed to her
neck as he spoke .... the warmth of his breath still tingling with the faintest scent of the
blood they had shared earlier. "I want to fuck you so hard and so long that we both see super
nova explosions." He licked her neck. "It would happen to. You know that." His hands
moved to slip around her waist and travel up the columns of her rib cage.

Morgan moaned low in her throat, shoving her ass harder against the ridge of his erection,
rubbing like she were in heat. Damn! It had been a long time, she thought. "You better be
able to deliver, Riddick!"

A low chuckle rumbled inside him as he slid his hands under the material of her shirt, the
pads of his fingers easily finding her erect nipples and rolling them ... pinching them ...
lavishing attention on them. "Do you really fucking doubt that?" He nipped at her earlobe
with erotic hardness.

The more she ground against him the more she knew without a doubt she was lost. This is
what she wanted. If her life was extinguished in the next breath as least she had this
mesmerizing feel right now. "Not one single fuckin doubt."

His tongue swirled in her ear as he whispered, "Remember that." His fingers continued to
manipulate the erect nipples as he noticed a rock formation in the distance. His instinct told
him that it was the right formation for shelter-like caves. "Over there," he pointed. "Shelter
... private shelter until the others are brought there." He licked a trail from her jaw to her
temple. "Fuck me there."

It seemed to take hours to get themselves to the outcropping. Riddick's and her feet
tangling several times in their inattention nearly sent then to the ground serveral times. "So,
we're on a planet that could possibly kill us, we have a lurker among us that could do no less
damage ... " She gave him a half giggle, half moan as he pounded against her ass once more.
"Xtreme fucking?"

"Only way to do it, baby," he said as he enjoyed the feeling of her perfectly formed ass. "The
ONLY way to do it."

"Yeah? You've done a lot of that?" she sighed, lifting her head just in time to see the shine
of metal over the outcrop.

"Probably about as much as you have," he countered, his eyes following hers. He stopped
her and nodded toward the shine. "First we make sure the kid is okay ... then we get
another taste of 'red wine'... then we fuck ourselves into oblivion." He leaned in and kissed
her, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth and sucking hard. "Any problems with that?"

Her tongue slipped past her teeth to encourage his exploration. "Mind if we take a breather
here first?" she sighed.

He sucked her tongue, feeling the need to taste her ... an overpowering need. "Breathe," he
whispered. "Breathe." His teeth probed and manipulated the soft tissue on the side of her
tongue until he finally produced a small droplet of blood. The tip of his own tongue sucked
the drop and swallowed, feeling his engorged cock grow even more.

She was quick to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him as close as she could, nipping
at his tongue until she drew her own bit of serem, an elixier more potent than the best
manufactured high. He eased to the rocks below them and there was a resounding clank as
her fatigue pocket struck the rock. He chuckled at the sound as the sexual play continued.
"I thought I was the hard one, baby. Or at least the one with the hard-on." His tongue jutted
out and spiked the tip of her nose.

She laughed, reaching down to the pocket. "Hard? Wrong. I'm soft in all the right places,
Riddick." She pulled a small silver box free of the fatigues.

"Fuck if I couldn't tell that!" He raised an eyebrow, an amused smile remaining on his face.
"What's that, baby?" His curiousity was peaked.

"Next best thing to sex." She gave him a lustful smile and opened the lid. Dipping her finger
in the thick dark liquid, she lifted it to his lips. "A REAL bad habit."

His tongue bathed her finger, licking it clean. It was an aphrodesiac...that was certain. "Baby
... where the hell did you get chocolate?" He was crazy for the woman before..... now he was
completely insane for her.

"Hadley's Hope was shit. But with enough credits you could get anything." Dipping her
fingers again, she licked then and repeated the action for Riddick.

He took her entire finger into his mouth, sucking it clean. "Oh, baby." He had to control
himself from exploding then and there.

"Good?" She smiled, leaning forward to capture his lips, laping the sweetness from them.

He sighed. "Between the chocolate and you, it's a wonder I haven't cum a hundred times
already." He felt his cock twitch and pulse.

Morgan withdrew her fingers and made the request she had been dying to for the last few
moments. "Lets see the goods, Riddick. Think I have a right to see what I'm getting into."

His eyes stared at her from under the goggles. His hands efficiently move to unfasten his
fatigues. Unzipping them, he pushed open the pants. His long, thick member sprang to life,
having no underwear to inhibit its movement. His hand slid down the hard shaft once before
letting it bob in front of her.

"Jesus, Riddick!" She gapped at his cock. A slow seeping wetness set in between her
thighs. "It's been awhile....I don't know......"

He smiled erotically. "It'll fit, baby. Trust me." He watched the splay of emotions on her face
and enjoyed the throbbing in the steely heat of his dick.

She reached out, running her fingers across the slick slit. "You'll make fit. Isn't that what
you mean?"

"We'll make it fit together," he answered, his throat raspy from the blatant sexuality. "What
do you think, baby?" His hand moved to grasp her slick fingers, moving them to trail the
stickiness over her own lips.

"Definately better than the chocolate," she replied licking the salty tang from her fingers.

He was almost panting now. "But not quite as good as blood, huh?"

"Kinda the same thing when you get down to it. Both life giving, both run hot in men, both
taste amazing." She sighed, wrapping her fingers around him, stroking.

His cock jerked at her touch. He was ready to go down on her then and there, until they
both heard the sound of footsteps in the near distance. "Put me back in, baby," he breathed
in her ear. "Another time?!"

Morgan was only too happy to help him out and, on impulse, she leaned down and licked his
head of his cock and then gave it an appreciative kiss. She quickly tucked him inside as the
sound of scraping came to them. Someone was scaling the rocks below. "Bet your beautiful
ass!" she grinned.

He groaned at the pressured feeling of being restrained again. A low growl rumbled inside
him as he turned to look in the direction the sound was permeating from. "This sure as fuck
better be good," he mumbled.

Vasquez scaled the rock outcrop. "Morgan?" she called. She noticed the tension right away
between the two and tried to ignore it. It wasn't any of her business who Morgan took a
liking to.

"Hicks thought you should know the kid's doing better. Figured you might break your neck
looking for shelter."

Riddick's eyes narrowed at Vasquez's words. For some unknown reason, it still pissed him
off to hear Hicks' name spoken in conjunction with Morgan.

"Lead them back......" Morgan began.

"They're not far behind me," Vasquez replied. "So, you two got something planned, better
get to it."

"Maybe if you get the fuck out we can," hissed Riddick under his breath.

"Hey! You get me or an audience, man. Your choice!" she hissed, moving back down the
rocks.

His eyes remained on Vasquez departing form, but his words were directed to Morgan.
"She's a bitch. I like her."

"Fuck you!" She kicked out at his legs. "Then go nail her!"

His eyes turned to her, his face serious and erotic. "I don't want her. I want you." His hands
grasped at her shoulders as he leaned to whisper in her ear. "I like jealousy, baby."
Especially since he seemed to be so jealous of Hicks.

"I don't!" She pushed away from him and began to climb down the rocks.

His voice traveled to her. "You can run, baby....but you can't deny it." Damn, why did she
have to change gears so quickly?

At the bottom she leaned against the rock waiting for him. "I'm not running. I've never run
from anything Riddick. Not even death. Met it head on more than once."

He slowly moved beside her, his arm sliding to lean on the rock beside her. His fingers
moved to trail through a tendril of her hair. "Is that where you developed a taste for it?"

A sharp laugh echoed off the rock. "More like a taste for survival. Survive it at all costs.
The black wave in a midnight corridor. Death coming at you from above, below, all around
you."

His thumb moved over her lips. She was so natural ... that's what he found so exciting about
her. "You know what I mean, baby. The blood."

"Shit! The only blood I have a taste for is your. Your practically turning me into a fuckin
vampire." She smiled, running the tip of her tongue across his thumb.

He had remained erect even after Vasquez's intrution, but now it pulsed and twitched even
more. He had gotten the answer he wanted. "You really get off on it, don't you?" He slid the
tip of his finger inside the warm canal of her mouth.

She pulled the thumb into her mouth nodding as she bit down hard, taking what she wanted,
sucking at him. Her eyes turned a smokey blue, lust heavy in their depths.

Consequently, his eyes turned even darker. "If it's this hot between us now, baby ... imagine
when we get down to heated, dirty fucking."

"Ummmm!" she moaned, hearing his words, practically feeling them heating his blood.
"Soon?" she whispered around his finger.

"As soon as we get rid of the bitch and the audience," he growled. His hand moved to her
hair, gently tugging it to pull her head upward, her eyes meeting his. "Tell me you were
jealous, baby. Just admit that one thing for me." He leaned down and kissed her shoulder,
his own teeth nipping a small hole and extracting a minute amount of his own elixir.

She gasped, her mouth dropping open, eyes rolling backwards. "I was," she managed. "But
this is the first and last time I'll ever admit it."

His tongue flicked his lips after lapping as much of her rich droplets as he could. "I get crazy
everytime I hear you mentioned in the same breath as him." His glazed eyes stared into
hers, wondering if the confession would mean anything to her. "And that's the only time I'll
ever admit to that."

"Once is enough, cause I'm never gonna forget it." She moved against him, grinding against
his hardness.

His hand moved between them, working a fast rhythm between her thighs. "See to the kid,
dump the bitch, lose the audience, and fuck our brains out. Sound like a plan, baby?"

"Yeah, I like that plan." She arched into his touch. "Stick Imam with babysitting the kid a
little longer. She seems to trust him." Sighing, she knew Newt should be the last thing on
her mind at the moment but she couldn't help worrying about her.

"We'll make sure she's okay, baby." He kissed her hard and with intense force. "Ripley
won't get near her." A long, languid tongue licked the side of her neck. "Come on, baby."
He pulled away from her, his hand moving to push his erect dick down inside his fatigues.
Shit, maybe he SHOULD have thought about wearing skivvies. "Let's go."
 
 
 

Part:9

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Hicks' fingers traveled along the shelf lined with personal possessions ... books covered
with thick gray dust, photographs old and faded. Plucking up one of the photographs, he
turned to Gina.

"Left some history behind," he mumbled as she took it from him.

"Must be nice, don't you think? To be a part of history?" She gave a look of longing....but
only momentarily.

"Wouldn't know. Never had a history except of the corp," he said, thinking how he'd seen
hastily abandoned quarters before.

Gina leaned a hip against what looked like a console of some sort. "That's a history in itself,
Hicks." She looked around, surpressing a shiver. "What do you think of all this? What's
your take on it?"

He shrugged, not wanting to speculate on what lay around them. It had been pieces of a
person's life. That was something he didn't mess with. Bad karma, Hudson would have said.
"Don't know......."

She watched him and wondered for the thousandth time what made him tick. He seemed so
sensitive in matters of life and death ... yet she could tell he had what it took to kick ass and
take no prisoners. That was the side of him she wanted to see, if she were truly honest with
herself. She pushed herself from the console and looked around the dusty materials. "Don't
strain your brain too much, there, soldier."

He turned on her in a blur of movement, pinning her back against the console. "I tell you
exactly what one of my men said right before he died on our last out. It's none of our fuckin
business. We got one objective and it's to stay alive long enough to get off this damn rock."

The passion that stirred inside him as he spoke was inspiring. She tried not to show any
apprehension she might be feeling as she stared into his eyes. "I'm sorry about the loss of
your man, Hicks. I'm sure he was a very good soldier ... just like you are. But the only way
we are going to have any prayer of staying alive is to assess the situation thoroughly and with
great care." She licked her lips in nervous habit. "Know what's around you at all times.
Remember?" It was torture being this close to him and needing to remain the all mighty
officer.

"If that's the way you have to handle this, G.G. Then do it. But I got other concerns." He
turned, his intention to find a water source. This was a small colony ... there was water here.

She moved quickly, grabbing his arm and pulling herself in front of him, craning her neck to
look into his face. "How do you do it? How the fuck do you just switch off? Please tell me
the secret!"

In a flash he had his arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her against him, shoving
himself against her as they came in contact. He hard length strained against the restraint of
his fatigues. "This feel like I'm switched off to you?"

She melded against him, her tongue flicking across her full lips as her hands splayed against
his chest. "You're an enigma, you know that, Dwayne?" The lacey bra underneath her thin
tank top brushed just so against her erect nipples causing a flash of electricity to travel from
her breast to the apex of her thighs. "Find the water." Her fingers moved across his male,
jersey covered nipple for a fraction of a second. "Everyone is counting on us, whether they
want to admit it or not. It's a lot of fucking pressure."

"Don't talk to me about goddamn pressure," he growled, lowering her back to her feet.
Turning his back on her and walking a few paces. "Anymore pressure and I'd be on my
fuckin knees."

As he released contact with her, a slight sigh of disappointment followed. "We're a goddam
pair, aren't we, Dwayne?" She squared her shoulders and moved to walk passed him.
Stopping beside the decidedly male form, she took a deep breath, knowing she'd hate
herself later but diving forward. "Just one thing. The next time you touch me, you'd better
be prepared to follow through. Capiche?" She threw back her long braid and moved out of
the dusty area.

*************

Johns surveyed the interior of the tool shed, kicking out at a group of ancient looking
spades as shadows slithered across them creating the illusion of a creature lurking there.

"GODDAMN!" he hissed, jerking reflexively at the gun holstered at his thigh.

Carolyn made her way behind him, her hand brushing back the sweat drenched bangs. "Take
it easy, will ya Johns?" She sighed and rubbed his shoulder to ease the kinks out. "Keep up
the jittery attitude and you'll end up shooting through the holster and severing your dick."

His head fell back releasing some of the tension that had him strung tight like an archaic
high wire. A slight moan escaped his lips as she worked his newly trembling body. "Can't
have that can we, Carolyn?"

With a low, husky chuckle, she allowed her hands to dig into the muscles of his shoulder ...
being none too gentle and loving the sound of his moans. "Shit, is EVERYTHING associated
with fucking in your mind?" Say yes, she willed. Please say yes!

"Pretty damn close. Something wrong with that?" He twisted his head just enough to get a
glimpse at her face.

A sensual aura she didn't know she possessed exuded as she smiled. "You're all
tense....hard. Lean back. I'll give you a massage." She leaned to whisper in his ear. "But
don't fucking get used to it."

***********

Morgan watched the two together. What a combination, she mused. "Careful she'll be calling
you mommy if your not careful." That won a tired round of giggled from Newt. She shook her
head watching Riddick's expression.

Cutting his eyes to Morgan from under his goggles, Riddick gave her a smarmy glance.
"Not feeling overly parental at this point in time, baby."

She gave him a very unfeminine snort and laughed. "Like you EVER have or ever will! No
offense, but you don't strike me as the DADDY type."

One last look at Newt and he moved, nodding his head for Morgan to follow.

His arm snaked around her as they moved into a shadowed area. His tongue slithered down
her neck in a warm, wet trail. "I'll be YOUR daddy anytime, baby." His teeth nipped as he
suckled a small amount of skin, marking.

"Think again! I don't need a daddy, of ANY kind. I want Riddick. All Riddick, all the time."
She pushed him slowly away.

In the shadows, he felt an intense need to see her without anything intruding upon his view.
Quickly sliding off the goggles, he looked at her with Riddick eyes, his smile becoming even
more erotic. "Come and get it, baby! 24-7 ... satisfaction guaranteed." His tone was
humorous but truthful.

"Shit!" She stared into his eyes.

His look never left hers as his eyebrow slowly lifted. Keeping her gaze pinned, he slowly
moved to return the goggles to his face.

"NO!" She grabbed as his hand. Watching the shine glow in his eyes and then ebb, she
trembled, a honeyed slickness coating the apex of her thighs. It was mesmerizing,
incredible. She'd never seen anything quite like it.

He was certain he'd smelled her reaction the moment she enountered it ... the scent making
his cock stand up and salute. He kept his eyes trained on her as he stepped forward. "Like
what you see, do you, baby?" Another inch closer. "Wet? Hot? Slick?" He tucked the
goggles into his pocket. "Tell Riddick all about it." He inhaled her scent again deeply.

"How? Why? You tell me, Riddick. Tell me about eyes like that." She leaned in burying her
face against his neck, lapping, sucking.

"Oh, fuck," he breathed as he pressed his hard length against her flat belly. "Keep that up
and I'll do just about anything you ask." Slowly, reluctantly, he pushed her at arm's length,
eyes moving to the encampment. "Let's go find a place, baby. Then I'll tell you everything
you can stand hearing." He nodded to the distance. "I don't want to have to be quiet."

"Yea........." she began only to hear the high whine of Newt's small voice.

"Morgan? Can I have somemore water?" Her head appeared out of the greenhouse.

She turned to Riddick with a impatient hiss. "Go. Stay in sight, and I'll follow as soon as I
square her away."

He nodded and slowly placed the goggles back on his eyes, ambling into the distance slowly.

Ducking back into the green house, Morgan searched the pack and found the last pouch of
water. "Go slow, kid. It's all we got and don't want you gettin any sicker." Handing over the
pouch to Newt, Imam's voice from behind drew her attention.

"She is improving?"

"Seems to be. Mind keeping an eye on her?" Morgan asked, moving around him.

"Of course. She is a wonderful child." He smiled, as she nodded her thanks.

****************

Johns leaned into Carolyn's touch, absorbing the feel of her fingers playing over the
exposed skin of his neck. "Feels good, Carloyn."

Moving to sit behind him, her legs encircled his hips as she let her hands work magic down
his back. The massage was intense ... deep and hitting all the right spots, easing away as
much tension as she could feel. "You're so tight, Johns." Her torso moved closer to his
back as she deepened the movements. "Jesus, has all this crap got you THAT tense?"

"There's only one thing that has me tense right here, right now. That's you Carolyn." He
pulled away from her hands, turning to her. His eyes bore into her with a soul searing heat.

Her eyes widened slightly as her hands lowered, realizing his skin was no longer under
them. "Still thinking about that little show I put on, aren't you." She licked her lips slowly ...
making an attempt at being sensual and wondering how it would be received.

He leaned in, whispering against her lips."Been thinkin of nothin but." His hands moved to
her waist, kneading the skin just above.

Her firm, pert breasts began to heave with her desire for him. Her mouth opened to his
ardently as her hands moved to his shoulders, pulling his head closer to her kiss. "If you ask
very nicely, I could do it again for you."

Johns smile was full of heated promises as his hand moved under what passed for her shirt
thumbing her silky pebble hard nipple."Think we can skip the solo?"

Licking her lips again, she battled with herself internally. She had sworn to herself a long
time ago that she would never instigate sex again ... but this was too promising to pass up.
She moved to straddle his hips, her strong hands pushing his chest to lower his back to the
work bench below. Her fingers trailed his abdomen and quickly untucked his shirt. She
frantically began working on the fastens of his fatigues, stopping only long enough to run
along the length of his hardness.

His jaw clentched tight as the feather light touch grazing his rigid straining cock. Lifting his
head, he watched her work the buttons of his fatigues. Lifting his hips as she tugged them
down, he waited for her to make the next move. "Do what you want, Carolyn."

With an intense need, her hands slid into the opening of his trousers and freed his throbbing
cock. Wrapping her hand fully around its girth, she breathed a sigh and allowed the index
finger from her free hand to swirl around the small opening at its head. "Isn't the important
thing here what you want, Johns?" Leaning down, she allowed her tongue to quickly flick
where her finger had been.

A strangled moan was his only reply. Thrusting his hips up into her hands, he wanted more
of the insanly intense sensation she was creating.

Her hand slid slowly up and down his erect cock, her hand stopping only when it met his
tight sacs before moving back upward. Over and over again she slowly worked it. "What's
the matter, Johns?" she urged erotically. "Something got your tongue?" The tip of her
tongue slid over his lips invitingly.

Johns had reached his limit of passively letting her take the lead. With a growl he quickly
pushed her hands away and shoved off the rough wood. He had her stripped to bare skin in
what would could have only been record time. Lifting her, he eased her warm bare ass onto
the work bench. Pushing her down to her back, he leaned over her. His tongue delved into
the hot slick interior of her mouth, feeding on her response as their tongues met.

Her hands tugged at his hips and ass, pulling him closer to her. She deepened the kiss,
grasping his tongue and pulling it captive as she suckled hotly while her hands worked his
cock between them. "Breathe deeply," she mumbled against his mouth. "You'll feel more
sensitivity in your balls if you breathe really deeply."

Johns rested his forhead against her trying to process her words and slowly he began to pull
in big gulps of air into his lungs. His fingers trailed along her torso to the thatch of blonde
hair that hid her tight wet opening. He slipped a finger inside her, stretching her tight
muscles.

***************

Riddick moved quietly inside the building. His eyes scanned the cluttered room, surveying
the dirty contents. Hearing noises, he slowly moved along the side wall and slithered behind
the large metal drums that hid a portion of the room. Peering behind them, he held a smile
stretched across his face. Barely breathing, his eyes took in the show.

Across the clearing Morgan saw the shed he'd slipped into. She smiled, knowing that with
any luck they would have time to ease the ache they both acutely felt. She walked towards
where he had disappeared and, as effortlessly as he, she glided inside the building.

He had sensed someone entering. Turning at the movement, Riddick held his finger to his
lips in a signal for Morgan to remain quiet. With a sly smile, he motioned her to join him.

Morgan crouched close to the sand floor and inched behind the barrels to his side, lips going
to his neck the second she got close enough.

He stretched his neck momentarily, giving her better access to his skin. At the slight moan
that was heard behind the drums, she lifted her head to meet his eyes, her brows knitted in
confusion. Riddick's smile grew as he pulled her in front of him, his hard chest against her
back. Turning her face, he positioned her eyes for a perfect view.

Her jaw went slack as she watched the two involved in some intense pre-coitus action.
Riddick holding her face as she watched made it all the more exciting. Reaching up, she ran
her finger tips along his forearm needing more contact as she became a willing voyeur.

His hard dick felt heavy and solid as it sprang to life. Between what he saw in front of him
and Morgan's touch on his arm, Riddick was reeling with sexual tension. He inhaled the
spicey, feminine scent of her as his eyes remained glued on the unknowing couple.

Feeling the pulse and throb of his eager dick, she wiggled against him. Seeking more of a
reaction, she reached behind her, her hand slipping between them, fingers seeking out the
hard coil of heat against her.

With a slight movement, he manuvered his hips until his cock was aligned with her hand, all
the while never taking his eyes from the show. His breathing became slightly erratic as he
felt her exploring fingers.

**************

Johns' fingers pushed into her fully only to be withdrawn, wet and glistening. "Fuck Carolyn,
your so wet and ready!"

She took his wrist pulling his fingers to her mouth. Slowly she licked the index finger clean,
her eyes searching his for reaction. "I like the sound of that .....fuck Carolyn."

"Bon fire, Carolyn?"

"Fuckin' wild spreading forest fire," she responded, pulling his remaining fingers into her
mouth and sucking on them as her legs spread wide.

With one hard thrust he was buried inside her, hilted, her muscles squeezing him. He stilled
... fighting for control, fighting to hold out and not blow this.

Her muscles contracted hard, holding his long, thick cock firmly inside her. Breathing into
his ear, she pulled his lobe into her mouth. "Just do it ... don't think ... just do it." She
relaxed her pubic grip and allowed her hips to undulate under him. Even being underneath
him, she slowly began to fight for control ... her legs wrapping around him and forcing him
even closer. "Remember ... breathe." As if willing him to, she took a long, deep breath and
was rewarded with an orgasmic beginning which produced a long, erotic moan from her.

***************

There was a barely audible gasp from Morgan as her hand encountered what she sought.
Allowing her eyes to drift closed for the briefest moment, she tugged gently at Riddick's
engorged dick.

His eyes burned into to the distance as his hips moved with each pull she executed. His
fingers softly massaged the side of her face, working in the same rhythm as her tugs. His
cock was huge now, free and unrestrained in the loose fatigues. Slowly his hands moved to
her shoulders, kneading the skin as she caressed him.

Ever so slowly Morgan turned, not caring what else was going on around them. She knew
what she wanted and she wanted it now. Positioned between his thighs, she worked the
buttons of the fatigues in quick succession. Freeing him, her lips decended pulling him into
her warm wet mouth.

It took all the effort he could muster to keep his legs from collapsing. With a deep, silent
intake of breath, his hands moved to the back of her head wrapping into the silk of her hair
as he urged her forcefully. His balls tightened as he felt the instant effect of her mouth on his
long shaft. His eyes were mere slits as he continued to watch the two while feeling Morgan
going down on him. He thought for an instant that somewhere in his fucked up life he must
have done something right.

Morgan felt him tense and worked to swallow as much of him as she could. She gained the
rhythm and allowed him to thrust in and out of her mouth. This time there would be no
footfalls, no interuptions.

His vision was blinded as the veins in his dick became more prominent ... the orgasm
threatening to spew at any moment. His cock pulsed inside her mouth and throat, his balls
painfully tight now and longing to be drained. All the time he remained silent ... his hands
pushing the back of her head even more forcefully. Every dirty word he wanted to scream at
her was swallowed inside him as she took his dick deeper and deeper inside her tight throat.

**************

Johns let his head fall backwards as he pounded into Carolyn with each thrust of his hips,
straining in wild abandon. Sweat beaded on his upper lip and across his chest.

"Harder," she urged. "Oh, FUCK, Johns ...that's it!!" She manipulated her vaginal muscles
to milk his cock, sensing the building explosion inside her.

"OH GODDAMN! YEAH! CAROLYN!" he shouted, his cock jerking spasmadically inside
her, coating her insides with a warm stickiness.

Her muscles tightened even more around the base of his spewing dick, locking in every
drop. "Jesus, Johns ... I'm still stretched to the limit!" Slowly she released her hold and
writhed her hips under him, her downy triangle keeping contact with his balls as her mouth
sought to mark his shoulder, biting and sucking the exposed skin.

"That was just fuckin incredible." His breath rushed in and out of his lungs. He slowly lifted
his weight off her. Finding a sensitive spot on her neck, he began his own process of
branding her as his.

It was strange ... she had felt the hard sucking on her neck before, but it had never effected
her the way it did this time. She felt the sensation in the deepest regions of her core ... the
wet heat dripping from her opening already. She wrapped her legs around his thigh, riding
the hard limb as his mouth created the sexual desire deep inside her. Did he know what he
was doing? Did he know he was causing her to behave like a bitch in heat just by giving her
a goddam hickey?? What the fuck was going on here? Another second and she didn't care ...
all that mattered was the erotic feeling of course hair between her legs as she moved her
hips along his thigh.

***********

Morgan sucked greedily at his swollen length, adjusting to having her throat invaded so
thoroughly. Fingers slipping into his pants, she caressed his tightly drawn sac.

Need. Intense, burning need deepened inside him and it traveled from the tip of his toes
through his veins, ending in a pounding in his head. At that moment, his entire being
seemed to be created for one purpose ... to pleasure and be pleasured by her. With a silent
fury, the cords in neck strained as he felt the pulsing throb that meant divine completion.

She moaned against his cock, knowing it sent tiny waves of pleasure along the silken steel.

Biting his tongue, he strained to keep quiet as his eyes finally slid closed in anticipation of
the volcanic eruption of orgasmic pleasure.

Her throat worked convulsively as she felt the hot splash of his cum against the walls of her
throat. She drank in all he gave up to her as she tried to keep her moans soft and low, just
for him.

Pulsing, twitching, his painfully engorged dick transfered every drop of thick liquid from his
body to hers ... his hand remaining locked in her hair, keeping her mouth pressed against his
sex. Every moan, every soft sound caused his active cock to twitch more.

She trembled with her own supressed need as she remained pinned in place, inhaling his
unique scent.

His hands moved again to each side of her face as he lowered to her, his mouth attaching to
hers and devouring the warm cavern that now tasted of himself.

Her tongue was eagerly and agressively pushing into his mouth needing some relief from the
wave of gripping desire. Just a touch, the right touch, Riddick's touch would do it.

Methodically, his hands moved. One actively sought her full tits, searching until his fingers
found the tautly puckered nipple standing at attention. Rolling it between his thumb and
index finger in a possessive touch, his other hand slid to move under the waistband of her
fatigues. He had smelled her desire, now his fingers came in contact with her wet heat.
Easily finding her slick opening, his digits swirled and caressed for mere seconds before
expertly sliding inside her molten canal.

Her blue eyes rolled back at the quick invasion. Hands desperate for something solid to
anchor to clutched at his biceps. Arching her back, she immediately began to spasm as his
fingers slid home.

At the moment he felt her climax begin, he moved his mouth from hers. Roughly nipping the
side of his mouth, he returned to the kiss allowing drops of his his life's blood to invade her
mouth as he worked his fingers in and out of her body, stroking her active clit in the
process.

She rolled her hips against the pressure of the digits with the last racking spasm of her
orgasm, tasting the coppery flow inside her mouth. His life force renewed her tired body. As
he pulled his fingers from her opening, she eased against his chest wrapping her arms
around him in an uncharacteristic show of subordination. But only for him, here and now.

Feeling her weight against his torso, he loosened his grip on her ... his now-slick fingers
easing upward to trail the sticky substance over her lips. It was her ... her essence and her
femininity. The tip of his tongue flicked over his remaining digits, his hidden eyes watching
her carefully. Blood, sex fluid ... they were bonded now. Her eyes would show if she agreed.

Her tongue slinked out to lap at her lips, eyes dialating even in the darkened shed. This was
what she had waited for so long, finding someone that matched her in every way.

The other couple was no longer needed ... although he would remember the vision for a long
time. But what he wanted more than anything was to get her away from here now ...
somewhere that would allow them the freedom to talk, scream, moan, anything they felt
compelled to do. He needed one more reaction from her....needed to see one more thing in
her eyes. Whirling her with his body, he turned his back to the drums silently. His hand
raised and removed his goggles, staring into her eyes with all the passion and intensity that
could be seen in his abnormal eyes. His fingers trailed her jawline, memorizing every detail
of her face with his gaze.

She was on her knees in a instant devouring his lips, working her way up to run her tongue
across his eyelid, kissing one and then moving to the other.

The feeling was astounding. Her moist tongue on his eyelids was a new experience for him
... and finding new experiences was something he had given up on. His heated breath flew
onto her neck as he kept his head slightly lowered, giving her better access. Words.....this
was when he needed words. But they would come. Later, just between them.

"Let's go," she whispered into his ear. Pulling back to stare into his eyes to absorb the heat
created by that shine, the oddity of his eyes.

He could not even remember the last time a woman made him shiver. Leaning in, he let his
tongue slide the length of her neck before returning the goggles to his face. Taking her
hand, he nodded his agreement to follow.