Merc's Revenge
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Category:
M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
3,068
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Pitch Black, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Merc's Revenge
- Prologue -
Jason woke up with a start and nearly knocked me clear out of the bed. I should have known it was coming, what with the thrashing and screaming and swearing he’s done every night since we’ve been together. I waved my hand over the panel on the wall to turn on some lights. It was dark in New Mecca, power outages during construction kept certain neighborhoods shady. Ours was shady even in the brightest sunlight. It’s just perfect for people of our caliber.
“J, it’s ok. Hey, it’s ok.”
“Next time,” he said, breathing like he’d run a marathon. “Next time I’ll fucking kill him on sight. Next time there won’t be a fucking bounty, it’s just going to be me, and him and I’m going to carve those fucking freak eyes out of his head.”
Riddick. Jason’s been chasing him for seven years. Well, five years, and then there were the two years he was stuck on Crematoria, suffering God knows what sort of fate after the prisoners found an ass kicked bounty hunter in a cage, screaming like a baby for release. Not to mention the burns, the lung problems, all the assorted shit that comes with 700 degree heat.
He’d never admit to screaming like a baby, but I’ve always assumed it. I’ve also assumed other things happened to him, but he’ll never tell me. He doesn’t tell me much, but that’s ok. He’s a secretive sort of guy. You know, enigma.
He rolled over, caught his breath and rested his head on my chest. This is my job. After returning to the Helion Prime for the reconstruction effort, he found me, homeless, jobless, hopeless and offered me a job.
Surprise surprise, the job included sucking his cock whenever he asked for it. And also, surprise surprise, he wasn’t in New Mecca to build schools for underprivileged children. He was looking for Riddick and pillaging wrecked homes and wrecked families. More often than not I was bait, or a fence, or I carried the loot while he was raping some widowell,ell, I guess she was being raped, I don’t know…it’s not fair for me to say.
But he has these great teeth and gorgeous eyes and a really nice smile. He knows his way around a woman’s body, and he says really nice things sometimes. That’s why I fell for him. I guess that’s why I still hang around. A girl needs to eat.
And get eaten.
I ran my fingers through his hair and he nuzzled against my breasts, kissing the skin between them, one of his hands roaming down to my stomach.
“Why don’t you rock me back to sleep, angelcake?” He purred, sticking his hand between my legs.
“I’m tired Jason,” I said, kissing him on the top of his head. “Maybe in the morning.”
His sly smile faded and he pinched my clit hard, angrily. “Or maybe now.” I winced and pulled away, but he quickly had me flat on my back, his knee between my thighs, spreading my legs open. “Come on, you know I've never disappointed you before," he said, his tongue running over my neck and throat. He was already hard, and despite my protests, I was already wet.
Toombs owned me, and he knew it.
Jason woke up with a start and nearly knocked me clear out of the bed. I should have known it was coming, what with the thrashing and screaming and swearing he’s done every night since we’ve been together. I waved my hand over the panel on the wall to turn on some lights. It was dark in New Mecca, power outages during construction kept certain neighborhoods shady. Ours was shady even in the brightest sunlight. It’s just perfect for people of our caliber.
“J, it’s ok. Hey, it’s ok.”
“Next time,” he said, breathing like he’d run a marathon. “Next time I’ll fucking kill him on sight. Next time there won’t be a fucking bounty, it’s just going to be me, and him and I’m going to carve those fucking freak eyes out of his head.”
Riddick. Jason’s been chasing him for seven years. Well, five years, and then there were the two years he was stuck on Crematoria, suffering God knows what sort of fate after the prisoners found an ass kicked bounty hunter in a cage, screaming like a baby for release. Not to mention the burns, the lung problems, all the assorted shit that comes with 700 degree heat.
He’d never admit to screaming like a baby, but I’ve always assumed it. I’ve also assumed other things happened to him, but he’ll never tell me. He doesn’t tell me much, but that’s ok. He’s a secretive sort of guy. You know, enigma.
He rolled over, caught his breath and rested his head on my chest. This is my job. After returning to the Helion Prime for the reconstruction effort, he found me, homeless, jobless, hopeless and offered me a job.
Surprise surprise, the job included sucking his cock whenever he asked for it. And also, surprise surprise, he wasn’t in New Mecca to build schools for underprivileged children. He was looking for Riddick and pillaging wrecked homes and wrecked families. More often than not I was bait, or a fence, or I carried the loot while he was raping some widowell,ell, I guess she was being raped, I don’t know…it’s not fair for me to say.
But he has these great teeth and gorgeous eyes and a really nice smile. He knows his way around a woman’s body, and he says really nice things sometimes. That’s why I fell for him. I guess that’s why I still hang around. A girl needs to eat.
And get eaten.
I ran my fingers through his hair and he nuzzled against my breasts, kissing the skin between them, one of his hands roaming down to my stomach.
“Why don’t you rock me back to sleep, angelcake?” He purred, sticking his hand between my legs.
“I’m tired Jason,” I said, kissing him on the top of his head. “Maybe in the morning.”
His sly smile faded and he pinched my clit hard, angrily. “Or maybe now.” I winced and pulled away, but he quickly had me flat on my back, his knee between my thighs, spreading my legs open. “Come on, you know I've never disappointed you before," he said, his tongue running over my neck and throat. He was already hard, and despite my protests, I was already wet.
Toombs owned me, and he knew it.