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Not Dead	By : OrangeMira Category: M through R > Pitch Black Views: 3685 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Riddick Franchise and I made no profit from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Not Dead
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The doors banged open with a thunderous crash. The copper-skinned convict is brought forward and deposited in a large chair. His legs are strapped in, and then his arms and torso.
He hated not being able to move. He doesn’t know why anyone bothers anymore, he’s just going to escape again. A man dressed in frilly girly clothes read the list of crimes from a small screen.
Ten long ass minutes later the trial commenced.
His eyes wandered the courtroom, staring at all the ugly people in their bright clothing. They all had light hair and light eyes and smelled like fucking fermented flowers.
“Are you listening?” The leader of the perfume people, an ugly little rat-like man said “I’m about to call the sentence, any words?”
He rolled his massive shoulders and gave a predatory smile. The crowd shivered, he had that effect on people.
His eyes continued their wanderings and alighted on a woman sitting just down and to the left of the judge. Her hair wasn’t light, neither were her eyes and he was damned if she was wearing a drop of perfume. If he had to guess, he would say black hair, brown eyes and a black dress. Spruced up with a heavy metal collar that was clearly made for a man, the convict chuckled on the inside; she looked about as comfortable as Merc with a gun up his ass.
Hearing his name he tore his eyes from the girl and looked up at the judge, “I hereby sentence you to hang by the neck until death. The sentence shall be carried out in two days time at sun down.”
Okay,he sighed, this shit was getting old.
They escorted him down into the dudgeons and through a twisted and turning corridor. He marked the guards station and a few other hallways, but didn’t test his bonds, there were too many of them. They shoved him in a cell and l he heard the door click, with a sort of finality.
He had no idea how long he was down there. They didn’t feed him and there was only the faintest sliver of light through the door. It would have unnerved any other prisoner, but it comforted him, the darkness was a nice break from the brightness of this planet.
He could hear footsteps on the ground outside. The walker smelled good, definitely female. There was a flare of fear and nervousness in her scent, but there was also... excitement.
His door clicked open and he stood with his back against the wall. The girl stood silhouetted in the door for a second and then closed it behind her. Her small lamp threw shadows all around the room and reflected dangerously in his goggles.
He smiled and smelt a thrill of fear pierce her scent. “Give me the key.”
“I don’t have one, only one with royal blood can open this door.” She said, he recognized her now the girl from the court with the black dress. She wasn’t wearing it now, only a thin grey robe. “and not under duress.”
“Look sister” he said “quit fucking with me. I’m going to kill you if you don’t open the fucking door.”
“I’ll open it, let you out. But you have to do something for me,” she said shivering, though it was not cold. She wasn’t beautiful, her lips were thin and her skin was uneven. But she had damn nice tits and thin waist.
“What” he snapped, he had to admit he was in a bit of a tight spot.
“Fuck me” she said and a deep blush covered her face. Taking a deep breath she met his goggled eyes.
“What?”
“Fuck me and I’ll let you free” she smiled nastily. “I’m a virgin. I’m getting married to my uncle tomorrow and I think I’ll rather enjoy the look on his face.”
“Why me” he smiled “I could just as easily kill you.”
“No one else in the palace would touch me. It’s not like you have much to lose.” She said, “You want to escape, I want you, simple.”
The murderer smiled, “what’s your name?”
“Something stupid, call me Ziya” she said “and you, I confess I blocked out much of what my fiancé was talking about.”
“Riddick, Richard B.”
He moved closer to her and she took a step back, and then another until she stood just in front of his hard little bed. He pushed her shoulder and she fell back onto it.
The convict was on her in a second, pressing her slight frame down with his larger one, “Sure ‘bout this sister?”
“Yes” she said, meeting his goggled eyes.
He nipped her collar bone, leaving a pretty red mark “You’ll just let me walk? So what, how the fuck am I supposed to get out of this place.”
The girl was hyperventilating, fear and arousal sending fragrant blood coursing through her veins. “Get passed the guards, follow the hall-way, turn left. There’s a set of stairs. Go down them, open the hatch in the floor and go in. Go left, you’ll come out in the river. Ancient escape route.”
He licked her neck, savouring her spicy skin “how many guards?” he whispered, biting her ear lobe.
“Three, they don’t exactly expect prisoners to escape, they’re more to keep people out.” She whispered, breathe hot against his skin. “Said I was going to read you prayers through the door.”
He snorted and extinguished her lamp which had fallen from her nerveless fingers. The whole room was plunged into darkness and the girl gasped, heart pounding. He watched her open her mouth, so sure she was going to tell him to stop.
“I want you to hurt me” she said instead, “I want to remember.”
A predatory smiled curved his lips, “no problem.”
He could smell her nervousness now, hot and pungent. Annoyed he bit at her neck and sucked a dark red mark into existence. Ziya gasped, soft fingers brushing his face hesitantly “can I...”
He stilled, allowing her to remove his goggles with shaking hands. “Got them in prison.”
“Which one?” she said, a slight smirk quirking her lip.
“Butcher’s Bay” he said and resumed his attack on her neck. Hungrily he pulled her dress down, exposing pale, soft flesh.
“Sounds pleasant” the last word came out as a gasp as Riddick ripped off her bra with practiced ease.
“Shut up” he said, sucking and biting her nipple. The convict held her writhing body down with one hand and pushed her dress down further with the other.
Ziya’s nervousness was beginning to wear off, emboldened she pulled at his wife beater, sliding her hands along his hot skin. Sensing her wishes, Riddick stood and pulled off his shirt. He cocked his head, watching her thin chest heave with quick breaths. Her tiny kittenish features were beginning to grow on him, he had to admit. She was also hairless, her arms, her legs... he pulled off her lacy underwear and raised a brow.
Ziya looked down at him and shrugged “I never grew any.”
“Fine by me, baby” he said nuzzling her inner thigh. Sucking it he raised another angry red mark to match the one on her neck. She moved restlessly, biting back a moan. Releasing her thigh he said “I want to hear you.”
“The guards” she gasped, twisting her hips as he blew cold air on her lips.
“Fuck the guards” he said licked the outside of her slit, “you taste nice.”
“Stop! Stop that!” her breath shuddered, “please! Don’t.”
He paused, there was terror in her voice, he rested his chin on her smooth stomach, “What?”
“Just, not that,” She shook her head, propping herself up on her elbows.
“Fine.” He nodded and nipped at her stomach, making his way up her writhing body.
Ziya moaned quietly and he licked and pinched his way up to her nipples. They fascinated him, small puffy and perfectly round. The skin around them was soft as milk and from what he could see just as pale.
Sadism rearing it’s strangely handsome face, Riddick bit down hard enough to draw blood. Ziya squealed and half tried to push him away, but Riddick was too strong. Moving from her nipples her found her neck again, a favourite spot of his.
He started chewing at her soft flesh and she moaned, writhing beneath him. Her knee brushed his aching member and suddenly the convict grew tired of fore play.
Dropping his pant’s he exposed his achingly hard refection to the cool subterranean air.
“Turn over.” He said, watching her pretty little body in the darkness.
Ziya looked up into his quick silver eyes and against every instinct in her body, trusted him. He was a killer, a murderer. He was going to hurt her, but the thought only made her wetter. She submitted completely, rolling over onto her stomach, fear and desire coursing through her veins.
Riddick touched her neck and then trailed his hand down all the bumps in her spine until he came to her perfect little ass. Propping himself up on top of her he rubbed his erection against her, tormenting and teasing them both.
“Do it” she said, “just fucking do it.”
He didn’t hesitate. He hurt her, just like she wanted, feared and dreamed of. He slammed into her, stopping once he had bottomed out completely.
Ziya gasped, her chest heaving with barely contained sobs. But she didn’t want him to stop, no, he could smell the arousal in her scent. The convict grunted, the girl was tight and he almost came just from feeling the gentle fluttering of her inner walls. He pumped into her, ignoring her screams and squeals of pain.
It was feral and utterly animalistic. He bit and sucked at every piece of her skin that his mouth came in contact with, leaving purple and red marks on her shoulders and back. Moaning from beneath him told him she liked the bites as much as he did.
His massive hands left bruises that began to colour as soon as he moved to clutch another portion of her milky soft skin. The convict could feel the heat start to build up in his groin and behind his silver eyes.
Growling low in his throat, Riddick savagely bit the junction of her neck and shoulder, before cumming in white hot spurts deep inside her. Satiated, he rolled off her and hit the floor with a dull thud.
Ziya didn’t move, she remained splayed half on, half off the cot. He long black hair fell like curtain around her face and the only indication of life was her steadily rising chest.
The girl was probably the best fuck Riddick had had in years. She was tight, young and pretty. She was also female, which was rare for him.
“I think you’ve killed me” she moaned, raising her head to look down at him.
The man smirked and raised himself into a sitting position. In his mind, it was a compliment. And in hers too, if he read her expression right.
Pushing herself upright the girl picked up her clothes and leaned back up against the wall.
Smirking slightly Riddick dressed quickly, but discarded his wife beater, finding it torn nearly in two. He tossed it to her “Memories.”
She threw him her ruined bra, which he caught and inhaled deeply. Shoving it in his pocket, he watched with interest as she tossed the dress over her shoulders and let it fall to her waist. It pooled there, leaving her long pale legs bare as moonlight.
“Thank you” she said and pulled a vial from the pocket of her grey dress, “good luck.”
He didn’t have to ask, she obviously had no intention of marrying her uncle. He couldn’t blame her.
Standing she tottered toward the door and hesitantly put her small palm to the door. Something in the mechanism clicked and it swung open soundlessly. Sitting down on the floor she un-stoppered the vial and stared at it.
“Can—can you stay... just for a moment” she said, delicate hand shaking as she raised the glass to her lips.
Riddick nodded, and knelt, struck with sudden inspiration. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she tipped back her head, displaying the bite to his keen sliver eyes. Fast as a striking snake, Riddick reached out and pinched the nerve at the junction of her neck and shoulder. The vial shattered to a thousand pieces on the ground and the liquid formed a small puddle of death.
Grabbing her limp arm the convict slung his mate on his back like a sack. Her slight weight barely slowed him and he adjusted her comfortably. Chuckling he set off down the hall, damned if he was going to leave a prize like this for the rats.
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“I’m not dead.”
The convict shrugged.
“Why not?”
“I like you.” He said, deep baritone sounding somewhat bored.

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