saga/title/fandom: The Past Never Dies chapter 37 (Pitch Black/Riddick)

author: Shalimar

rating/genre: (NC-17) - het, angst, drama

warnings: het, sexual content, adult content, drug use, criminal activity, religious fusion

summary: What if Jack had stayed on New Mecca with Imam? What if Riddick had come back for her? (Riddick/Jack, Imam/OFC)

comments/disclaimers: General disclaimers apply.

It was quite late when Riddick came upstairs. Wordlessly, Jack took sleepily fussy Shazza from him and let her nurse briefly, guaranteeing her total surrender to sleep. Once the baby was safely tucked in her crib and Jack no longer had her to use as a distraction, she didn’t know how to act with Riddick. He seemed equally awkward, both of them carefully polite and self-contained as they made idle small talk from separate ends of their bed. Just as Jack began to despair that he would say anything of note, Riddick got to the topic at hand.

“I know Nahlah is one of your favorite people,” Riddick voiced, defensiveness threading his words, “but I couldn’t let her do that.”

It took all this time?” Jack asked dubiously, fighting hard to choke back a surge of jealousy.

Riddick must have caught it, because he studied her curiously. “I had to make her understand.” Then he chuckled, adding, “As much as Hassan loves getting to play in forbidden rooms, he was practically begging to go to bed.”

“She would do anything you asked,” Jack stated, woodenly. “Just like I would at thirteen.”

“You think I’m interested in her?” The incredulous creak in his voice made it obvious this was a new concept.

“She’s a beautiful woman.”

“She is,” Riddick concurred, “but praise Allah, Jack, she’s nine years younger than you! And why would I want a second wife?” He paused, face creasing with pain. “Unless you’re saying you’re done with me ….”

That was a prospect Jack hadn’t considered. “Why would I be done with you?”

“Because I gave into the animal side and killed all those guys, then came home and hurt you,” he said, as if it should be obvious. “You’re disgusted with me, maybe even afraid of me.”

She shook her head, but tears trailed down her cheeks anyway. “You hurt me, not the beast. You accused me of lying about what happened while I was with the marauders. Then you thought you could touch me, like it didn’t matter what you’d said. Well, it did matter.

“Now you’ve been gone all this time, with a beautiful girl I know would worship you like I did once. I thought,” Jack fought hard to retain her composure, “maybe it was you who was done with me ….”

“No,” Riddick was emphatic. “You couldn’t be more wrong. I was gone all this time because I had to convince Nahlah that I wasn’t the hero—you were. It took an incredible amount of guts for you to offer yourself to the marauders in Nahlah’s place. Especially since you knew from experience what they would do to you.”

Jack’s eyes misted at the memory of Nahlah’s terrified eyes. “I couldn’t let them do that to her. I just couldn’t.”

He smiled at her with genuine, deep-seated affection. “That’s my Jack, always the brave girl who took the risk for others. You have no idea how much I admire that. I’ve tried to be more like that since the crash. I wanted Nahlah to understand it’s you she needs to look up to.”

Jack was stunned. He looks up to me. “How did Nahlah take it?” she asked, to hide her shock.

Riddick’s face took on a bemused cast. “She cried a whole lot, then apologized a whole lot. I told her she reminds me of you. And that I hope one day she has a man who loves her as much as I love you.”

The words flowed out of him naturally, with complete conviction and zero hesitation. “Then how could you accuse me of lying like that?” she demanded.

He suddenly looked tormented. “Because you having a child that isn’t mine is one of my worst nightmares.”

“You already said you’d kill it,” she stated, flatly.

He cast his eyes to the floor, nodding. “I would, but that wouldn’t keep it from being half yours. I would be killing something that was partly from you. I don’t want to face that.”

I’m so stupid, Jack thought, overwhelmed by a rush of tenderness for this man, who loved her so much that he would be torn over the culturally sanctioned fate of a rapist’s child because half of its genetic makeup would be from her.

She reached across the gap between them and touched him. When his grateful eyes met hers, she focused on them intently. “You don’t have to worry. I wasn’t raped. If a child comes nine months from now, I would cheerfully and with a clear conscience swear before Allah and everyone that it is yours.”

“I didn’t mean to doubt you,” Riddick said, by way of apology.

“I know that now,” Jack concurred, softly, moving closer to him. “Your fear spoke for you.”

“Did you really believe I was interested in Nahlah?” he asked, still amazed at the concept. “She’s a baby.”

“I was her age once,” she reminded him.

Jack found his second blush in as many days endearing. “I guess I do have a bit of a track record,” he admitted, with a ghost of a smile. “But you were different. You are different. Something about the crash and what happened afterwards let you get under my skin. I couldn’t get you out again. It had nothing to do with your age. It was just you.”

“Yeah,” she laughed with remembrance, “I understand what you mean by getting under your skin. When I first came here, all I could talk about was you. Sahar used to tell me you had somehow gotten in my blood. I think it must be the same kind of thing. You never got out again, either. I just convinced myself you had for a time.”

Riddick grew pensive. “Tell me how I hurt your ribs,” he urged.

Tentatively, Jack told him how he had been when he had first returned home after spending a week on the desert.

“It sounds like I owe you,” he opined, but there was something vaguely wicked lurking behind his contrition.

“What are you doing?” Jack demanded, feeling a welcome rush of excitement as he pushed her back on the bed.

“Shhhhhh,” he cautioned as he rose from the bed and faced her.

Riddick dropped to his knees in front of her, pushing her legs apart. She gasped as his hands went up the outside of her legs under her robes, his arms forcing her robes to part and rise above her hips as his hands sought purchase. He pulled her hips towards him, planting hot kisses on the insides of her thighs.

Jack felt dizzy with desire as his lips and tongue played with the tender flesh on the inside of each thigh. He paid intensely pleasurable attention to everything adjacent to her labia, but never touched any part of her sex. She could feel the neglected area swell and become slick with anticipation, with want and, finally, an almost desperate need, as he teased her. Her muscles tensed and strained, craving release. Her clitoris throbbed as her hips wiggled, trying to force his tongue to caress it.

“Please,” she begged.

Inhaling deeply of her arousal, Riddick hummed agreeably in his throat. His tongue tasted her juice, stroking her tender flesh with tantalizing slowness. Jack moaned, thrashing against the hands that held her hips fast, frantic to hasten her release. He only chuckled and kept on at his leisurely pace, paying careful attention to every fold and crevice.

When Jack felt she would burst with frustration, Riddick at last reached her clitoris. Tenderly, he pulled the tortured little organ into his mouth and began a gentle suction. The room dropped away for Jack as his ministrations spiraled her upwards into heaven. She couldn’t keep herself from crying out as her hips bucked wildly, her vagina exploding into joyous spasms.

Riddick backed off his intensity but didn’t stop his stimulation. As her flesh was starting to calm down, he gradually increased his suction. To Jack’s amazement, her clit responded to him, her need for release once again mounting. Little moans escaped her as her muscles tightened again, her clit pulled relentlessly towards another orgasm by Riddick’s continued assault. Jack cried out as she reached that mindless place, her body shuddering through a second round of the purest pleasure.

When Jack remembered where she was, Riddick was smiling smugly at her from between her thighs, his face wearing the fruit of his labors. “Debt repaid?” he teased.

“Not yet,” Jack countered, sitting up. “Come lay down on this bed.”

He didn’t have to be ordered again, hopping up and onto the bed behind her in a nimble flash. She turned to face him, intent on baring the towering erection she knew she would find beneath his robes. He didn’t disappoint. She climbed astride him and sank gratefully onto his hard flesh, glorying in how well he filled her.

“Now,” she said, contentedly, everything right with her world.

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