The Dragon and the Furyon

Again I don't own Riddick. Draca is mine.
***Chapter 2 Questions

When Draca woke several hours later she felt a dull throbbing in her side and a clear head which meant the last of the morphine was gone from her system if only for the moment. She wondered how long Riddick would dope her before he realized how fast she was healing. Already her wound was no threat though still painful enough to encourage her to go easy. Her dark powers were remarkable in that aspect and for as long as she knew they worked to keep her alive. She’d be dead by the age of 10 without them.

Another pain made its self known as her stomach growled. She stood and put on a shirt she found over the tattered remains of hers to hide the wound and staggered into the cockpit where Riddick was scanning star maps and though he instantly knew she was there made no move to show it. She sat next to him in the copilot’s chair and watched him a moment.

“Morning. Any food?” She asked. He grunted and pointed to a food synthesizer. She went over and made herself something that would be easy on her stomach. She sat back down next to him and started eating.

“You eat yet?” She asked. All she got was an affirmative grunt. The change in his attitude was not lost on Draca but the reason was unless…he saw something he shouldn’t have while she was out.

“Any ideas where we’re heading?” She asked and got no answer.

“Riddick…you ok?” She asked and he turned toward her staring her dead in the eye. Alarms went off in her head and she matched his stare.

“What are you?” He asked. Such a simple question…one she barely knew the answer too. With a sigh she looked at the map.

“I’m thinking big city. Wrong end of town and all that lot to blend in nicely.” She said avoiding the question. Riddick grabbed her by the throat and pinned her into her chair.

“Answer the damn question, Draca! What the hell are you?” He demanded furious. He hated not knowing what he was traveling with or how much of an actually threat they possessed. Less then intimidated Draca stared back at him her lip curling slightly. It exposed one of those very sharp canines of hers.

“Let. Go.” She ordered. He didn’t obey so she exploded from the chair and was straddling him holding his throat with his wrists at his sides pinned by her knees. He was right about her weight she only weighed about 125lbs but she was strong and fast and had him in a death grip.

“I’m deadly. That’s all you need to know about me. That and I have no real intensions on killing you as long as you stop trying to piss me off!” She growled. He rolled them so that he was on top and pinned her down but she threw him back over her head so that he rolled. When he righted himself he spotted her just sitting on the floor where he left her. She was staring at nothing.

“What are you Draca? No lies, I want to know.” He came over and sat almost companionably beside her. Her eyes were dark even in the dim cabin and she seemed to be lost in thought. It was a while before she responded.

“I’m a Dragon. Not the mythical flying thing…it’s what they called my people. Dragons. Most of them are gone…scattered or dead. The mother and father I spoke of? Not mine. Adopted after I was found in an alley. I didn’t run away from my step dad. I killed him. I was 12 and I got fed up one night, snapped his neck like it was a twig.” Her tone was even with an underlying hatred.

“You’re a voidest. You could have walked out of the prison any time you pleased. Why’d you wait?” He asked. She turned a sharp glare at him.

“When they caught me they had me so drugged I couldn’t think straight. It takes a lot of concentration to pass through the void without getting lost. I had to wait. When I was ready…when I was strong enough I heard you were coming. Couldn’t pass it up. Decided we could get out together.” She explained. She watched him carefully. It was too damn bad that he was so hot…the recent turn of events had made her wonder if she’d have to kill him. “Besides…how did you know I was a voidest?” She asked.

“I was watching you while you were out and saw a darkness sort of help your healing along. Now, why me? You a fan or something?” He asked.

“Yeah Furyon, I am. I’ve read a lot about you. Thought it would be interesting. Besides…you’re too wild to keep in a cage. You would have gotten out eventually. Just wanted to help.” She answered.

“How do you know what I am?” He asked suspiciously. She only sighed and went back to staring at nothing.

“Our two races are connected some how. I can spot a Furyon a mile away.” She answered. Then she stood and looked more closely at the star chart. She punched in a few numbers and the ship veered to the port side. Riddick stood beside her waiting for an explanation.

“There’s a dump planet we can hide on for a while. Grimy…big city with lots of dark alleys. If you want we can split up there too. I don’t need the ship and I have plenty of creds.” She told him as she turned to go back to the one bed. She laid down with sigh wishing she weren’t so very attracted to him. That skin pulled tight over rippling muscle…the deadly air about his physique…and those eyes. Everything about him, even the animal fury, pulled her to him but he was dangerous. Hell she was no powder puff herself and could probably take him but it wouldn’t be an easy match. Most likely one of them would die. The best thing would be to split up. Find something else to screw and be done with the instincts that flared around him.

Riddick looked at the little planet that he had missed in his quest for answers. She was right it was just perfect to hide on for a while. The ship was old and could use a few parts and he was willing to bet he could find anything he needed on that planet. As for Draca…she was a complication that he didn’t need even if his body seemed to crave her like air. His groin had to be in constant check just so that he didn’t have a raging hard on around her even when he was pissed at her. All he wanted to do was pin her to the bed and ravish her until they both screamed. But he had never been a rapist and he wasn’t about to start. That didn’t mean he was ready to let her go either.

Riddick went in to the small cabin that housed the only bed and watched Draca sleep. Her soft silver hair fanned out around her and followed the gentle curve of her spine as she was curled on her good side. He found himself moving towards her and suddenly he was sitting on the bed gently touching that beautiful face. If she ever had a genuine smile he’d imagined it to be quite lovely.

She turned slightly pushing her cheek against his hand. She was so warm…almost feverish and he wondered about the possibility of an infection. His hand slipped almost instinctively down to her throat cradling as if ready to strangle her or kiss her in the same moment. His thumb rested on the little dip of her collar bone and he leaned in. He breathed in her rich scent…like jasmine and a strange spice. His hand absently rubbed the back of her neck and he kissed her. She woke and for a moment didn’t realize what was going on and nearly tried to kill him but when she figured it out her body took over and she returned the kiss.

His hand traveled down her chest and cupped her right breast gently. He pushed her onto her back and his tongue found entrance into her mouth. The two tongues pushed against each other for dominance but his won and he straddled her. She clawed at his shirt willing it to go away and soon he was yanking it off. It had been a year or so since he’d had time for a good roll in the hay and he was amazed at how hard his cock was. Before his eyes she ripped off her own shirt and started to squirm out of the tight pants. He pulled his own off and barely stopped himself from falling on top of her and crushing her. He kissed her again and felt fire shoot through his body.

She kissed back biting his tongue lightly but it still drew blood. She spread her legs her mind going blank as the fire between the two of them consumed her. She was going mad with the need for him. He was going mad with the need to be shoved in to the hilt so that’s what he did. She gasped as a wave of pain was joined by a wave of pleasure. Her body reacted of its own accord pushing against him and arching her back. Her first consensual time she was hell bent on enjoying it.

Riddick leaned down enjoying how tight she was despite her years of abuse. He clamped his teeth around one very stiff nipple and tugging at it managed to get her to moan loudly his first name. He began thrusting harder and faster with each stroke. All thoughts of gentleness fled his mind as she begged him to go faster. Obliging, he started biting all over claiming her as his mate without even realizing it. Regardless of what he had had in mind for the two of them their fate was sealed now together.

Her hands roamed over his body her nails leaving trails of blood down his back. He growled in pleasure and kissed her forcefully. She clutched his hips to try and keep his pace but it was impossible and grinning she laid back letting him continue while helping where she could. She screamed as her first orgasm rushed through her like lava. Riddick growled with his release and panting laid down beside her pulling her protectively close.

“Richard…that was…incredible…is that what it’s supposed to feel like?” She asked softly. He looked at her with a furrowed brow.

“What do you mean?” He asked propping himself up on an elbow.

“I’ve never…I’ve only ever been…raped…” She whispered looking away. Riddick held her chin in his hand looking in her eyes.

“That is what it is supposed to feel like. I promise that is all you’ll ever feel from me.” He told her swallowing the instant anger that flamed in his gut. He pulled her close against him and covered them up with a blanket.

“Sleep Draca, we both need rest.” He whispered and she nodded with a sleepy smile on her face. The two fell asleep like that.