Hum

Ye asked and ye have received! The next installment of Hum...

Chapter 3: Fever

In the dark it seemed OK. It all seemed right somehow. He shifted onto his side and thought about the predicament he was in. It didn’t surprise him. God or the Fates or whatever the fuck it was that people called the “higher powers” existed only to fuck with him.

He wouldn’t go to the ship right now. It was no use. A dump like this wouldn’t have the Meg-Trailer that they would need to haul his ship into town, and no one was stupid enough to waste two good fuel cells or risk burning out the engine trying to start it up and drive it into town. So it wouldn’t be worth the trap he would be walking into, even though he was itching for a good fight.

But they would find out about the order. And they would come looking.

His thoughts drifted to Kaeion. The spineless joke of a man wanted her. Wanted her so badly that Riddick could feel it from where he was deep in the shadows. He had watched as the future dead man—this Sethyr—had moved in close to her body, almost touching her, and he had felt something that he had never felt before in his life.

Jealousy.

Time to get the hell off this planet.

Turning on his back again, Riddick stared into the starry sky, willing himself to sleep. The cells wouldn’t come in for another four days, and the word would be out by then. By the time they were ready, he would need to have a plan to get them, get back to the ship, and get away.

Sleep came for him—seemed to envelop him in a dark blanket. He didn’t know how long he was out, just that time had passed and something wasn’t right.

He listened attentively and there it was. There was a cry—a soft one, but a cry nonetheless. He sat up slowly, checking for new dangers. Everything seemed quiet.

What the hell’s happening?

Moving with the liquidity of a cat, Riddick entered the house, blade at the ready. It was empty—filled with only the intermittent cries that came from upstairs.

Must be in her room. If that scumbag piece of shit is here, I’m going to have a lot of fun tonight…

Riddick continued down the hallway, arms braced for combat and nudged open the door leading to the room where he could hear Kaeion’s cries.

She was there in the middle of the room, looking as if she were floating on the white mattress of the room. Her arms were flailing, and she screamed in her sleep—whatever nightmare she was having must have been intensely real. She was soaked in sweat and panting heavily, as if she had been fighting for a long time. Terror was clearly etched on her face. He had never seen a more erotic sight in his entire life.

Riddick inched closer to the bed and put away his blade. His mind was screaming that he should turn and go now—whatever was happening had nothing to do with him. He turned to leave, but he couldn’t.

It was that damned humming again.

It was low this time, not nearly as strong as the other day, but it was there. Taunting him, teasing him. Making him want to know more about the woman than he should.

Riddick turned around again and approached Kaeion. She was out cold, still flailing spread-eagle on the bed in a tight white night garment that just barely stretched over her hips and was slowly inching father upwards and to hint at the white panties that covered the tight folds of her womanhood.

It would be so easy to take her—to just slide onto the bed hearing it groan with his weight, hoist her open legs up and over his shoulders, double her up and press the air from her lungs, plunge deep into her moist depths and pound again and again and again…

Riddick shook his head. No, this was NOT what he wanted—it was that damned humming getting to him.

As if to prove it to himself, he turned to walk away again, but only made it two steps before returning to where he was incredibly hard and almost beyond caring as to why he felt that way.

Kaeion let out a loud screech and her back arched up, arms shooting out as if she were reaching for him. Riddick sucked in his breath sharply.

If you can’t beat’em…

Riddick closed his eyes, letting the beast loose and instinct take over. It had never failed him before, and he wasn’t about to question if it would fail him now. There was something about the woman that he had to have, and it was no coincidence that she was spread-eagle on a bed reaching out for him—unconscious or not.

He didn’t deliberately move, but could feel the familiarity of shifting air as he closed in upon his prey. Flushed and sweaty, Kaeion writhed on the bed in torment, agony etched on her face. The noises that she made in the back of her throat were threatening to send him over, and before he could think about it, he was at her feet, gently stroking her ankles and the inside or her calves in smooth, soothing loops. Kaeion calmed immediately and the humming increased tenfold between them. It was almost as if they were companion tuning forks settling in to each other. Her face relaxed and took on an angelic look, the shadows at bay for the moment. Riddick was almost disappointed, almost removed himself and turned to leave seeing that she was fine again until…until her hands drifted from the side of the bed to move in a smooth, firm circle directly over her clit.

Riddick checked her face. The large orbs of her eyes moved rapidly left and right beneath closed lids. REM—she was still very much asleep. But as Kaeion began to rub over the hardening nub, the smell of arousal grew thick in the cramped room.

She might as well as put a billboard saying “Fuck me” on her forehead.

I hope you have stamina, little girl.

He could only take so much, and this was his limit. The small amount of control that he had finally broke, snapping like a piece of string holding together two moving cars. Conscious or no, he was fucking the little bitch tonight. Riddick pounced and then stilled over Kaeion’s sleeping form, touching her hair and body gently, gingerly. He wanted to know her, learn her body to use to his advantage and map a plan of attack on her overworked nerves. Her skin was soft but hot, as if a hidden oven worked within her. The nightgown was made of the finest Centurion cotton and slid easily up and over her torso to expose the creamy chocolate flesh beneath.

Must’ve come from money. Wonder what “mummy” would say about this…

Full, round breasts with molten peaks that narrowed to a sensuously curved waist stood against the silhouette of the bed–they were better than he had even thought. Licking his lips slightly, Riddick captured a tiny nub in his teeth, drawing it into the back of his mouth to suckle ravenously. His other hand twisted and kneaded the other mound, feeling its weight and texture, as smooth and velvety expanse of bronze. He was so hard that he was finding it painful to breathe–the instinct to ram his turgid length into the woman below nearly suffocating him as he tried to maintain enough restraint to prepare her for his unrelenting invasion. Kaeion cried out from the sensations and reflexively arched into his waiting mouth. Riddick’s right hand traveled down her sides to her panties, ripping off the flimsy barrier, to settle before her hot core and test for wetness. She was slowly becoming lubricated, small drops of moisture collecting at the junction of her thighs as he twirled and teased her stiff peaks mercilessly.

Satisfied with his work on the left breast, Riddick turned to corrupt the right, twisting and abusing the left nipple with his right had as had had done with its twin moments before. Somewhere deep in Kaeion’s body, pressure was building and climbing. Her body twitched upwards into Riddick’s chest, and he steadied it with his right hand, pressing her flat to the mattress. Slowly he slid down the valley of her breasts to the flat panes of her belly, licking and swirling his tongue in the smooth groove of her navel. Kaeion made a soft mewling sound and shifted her hips in invitation, slightly lifting them towards his face.

“Impatient…”

Riddick growled warningly and sniffed lower to the origin of the intoxicating scent that was spiraling him out of control. She was dark and spicy, dripping with cloying sweetness and soft musk. He nipped at the outer lips gently, and then licked slowly and torturously around the swollen lips of her inner passage. Kaeion’s body jerked and he could sense a squeal emanate from deep in her throat.

“Now for a taste…”

She tasted the way she smelled. No, better. Her nectar was a thousand times stronger, more intoxicating, richer-like a field of night-blooming orchids. He was awhirl in her essence, delving deeper in her tight canal to suck and needle the precious liquid that was uniquely and undeniably Kaeion. Long tongue. Not that anyone would ever notice since he didn’t talk too much, but he had one. And on the occasions when it was needed, his tongue was definitely his best companion.

Riddick worshipped Kaeion’s inner depths slowly and unhurriedly, teasing and manipulating the small frame that had begun to tighten around his probing tongue. Sensing that she was near, he changed tactics and whipped her in a hurried frenzy, inserting two fingers deep into her pulsing depths while another maintained firm pressure on her clitoris. The girl jumped high enough to fall off the bed and Riddick earned a rewarding face full of soft, fragrant cream that he lapped up greedily, the excess dribbling down the corners of his mouth.

“I hope you’re ready…”

He needed to feel her slippery depths around him—had to get into her before he exploded from sheer want and desire. Riddick removed his dark shift and signature pants and goggles and positioned himself before the trembling girl. Pulling back on his knees, he gathered Kaeion’s legs by the ankles and pulled them upwards until her feet rested flush against the quaking headboard. Riddick shifted so that he was on bended knee and positioned his thick length before her entrance. He took a moment to assess her beauty—her open, flushed face, the slow dripping of her tight wetness, the way her breasts moved with her heaving breath—and moved his hand over her mouth in case she awoke. He was a very big boy and the last thing he needed was her screaming bloody murder because of his girth. Satisfied that she was properly prepared and positioned with her ankles up and mouth covered, Riddick gave in to his beast again and thrust forward suddenly, impaling Kaeion in a single fluid motion with hard, veined steel.

OH, FUUUUUUUUUCK…

Wherever in the dreamworld she was, Kaeion came hurtling back when she felt a pain so intense it threatened to cleave her in two. She couldn’t move, could barely breathe. Her body was doubled, preventing her from drawing breath to scream, and a huge hand muffled the cry that ripped through her throat. The only thing that opened was her eyes, which rolled wildly in her head for a moment before settling on the mammoth man above her, inside of her.

Riddick…

“So…hot…so…TIGHT…”

Riddick growled and his entire body shook as Kaeion’s snug wetness enveloped him—she was so tight and hot it was almost unbearable. He pulled back slowly, groaning at the intense sensation as her walls reluctantly allowed his escape, pulling him back to her lava-like warmth, and then stabbed forward to the hilt, moaning as he felt the impenetrable barrier of her cervix stop his plundering conquest.

He was too big for her. Kaeion screamed again, tears trailing down her cheeks from the intense friction that followed his sharp thrusts. Every nerve ending on her body was on fire, her tunnel stretched to the hilt and more trying to accommodate Riddick’s massive member. But slowly, slowly the humming began to register in her mind and out of sheer desperation she turned herself over. Then how he was there, why he was there, why he was inside of her didn’t matter anymore. Nothing mattered anymore.

The humming had gotten so strong that their bodies and the bed was reverberating with it. Riddick held fast to the headboard and Kaeion fisted the sheets as the heat between them began to increase, become as unbearable as a galactic supernova. Riddick grunted with his efforts, drilling deeper and deeper into the wailing form beneath him—her muffled shouts of pleasure and pain mixing with his groans and cries to an animalistic crescendo of pure lust.

The fingers of the hand over her mouth teased her lips and then slipped inside for her to suckle. Kaeion cradled them gently and did as prompted to distract herself from the aching pain between her legs, creating an air proof barrier around the invading digits. She was slowly stretching to Riddick’s size and beginning to enjoy herself, bucking her hips in tune to his questing rod hesitantly at first and then rapturously—giving back in vigor what he demanded in force.

Suddenly, viciously, Riddick grunted and yanked his hand from her hot cavern to flip her onto her hands and knees. His left elbow snaked around her neck and yanked her backwards, his right grabbing the headboard for leverage as he thrust hard enough to lift her hips off the bed. Kaeion yelped, but held fast to his left arm, trying desperately to ride the waves of pleasure and pain that wracked her form from behind. Her breasts bounced with each of his entries, and she could feel his muscles tense and strain as he pushed into her.

Slap, slap, slap…

The sound of his flesh hitting her ass rebounded in the room, their bodies glistening from sweat and juices pouring down Kaeion’s legs. Riddick’s muscled abdomen scraped against her small back, igniting a fire that extended from the top off her head to the tip of her toes. His dick slid freely now, well lubricated and drenched from its forced entry into her juice-filled cavern. Kaeion’s belly button popped out rhythmically, like a tiny jack in the box in her human body.

“Unnn…Riddick…please…”

Riddick was adrift on oceans of fire, his entire body tensing in delight as he stabbed in and out of the soft woman, his pleasure spiraling in a tight circle at her mangled screams and cries. She was fully awake now and knew that he was fucking her brainless, which added a whole new level to his carnal thrusting. He would suck and fondle, and thrust his rigid staff deep inside of her trembling sheath until she was unable to walk or scream more than garbled syllables of his name. He could stay like this forever—it was such perfection.

“…Come for me…”

His dark, gravelly voice finally sent Kaeion careening over the edge. The pleasure spiraling in tight circles in her loins exploded suddenly, and she climaxed kicking, screaming, crying, and convulsing all at once.

“RIDDICK!!!”

Kaeion’s inner walls rippled and then solidified like stone, nearly immobilizing Riddick as he pumped to his own release. He bit back the roar that threatened from his throat and instead convulsed with a deep, gutteral groan, supporting his weight on the overworked headboard.

It took a moment for them both to catch their breath, to cool enough to allow proper brain function. Riddick pulled out of Kaeion with a wet, sliding sound and she slumped onto the bed, exhausted. He was still breathing deeply, but hadn’t moved from his kneeling position and was staring at the young woman slumped on the sheets intensely. Kaeion felt eyes on her and turned over to see Riddick in his complete glory. By all that’s holy…he’s still hard! His silver eyes glowed with an appetite that frightened and excited her, and she realized that he was far from over.

“I want your mouth.”

Kaeion blinked for a moment, a bit shocked by the rough demand. Riddick remained motionless, still on bended knee, erection alert and at full attention in the heated air.

You don’t fucking own me!

She wanted to say it so badly at that moment, but she didn’t dare…and it wouldn’t quite have been true. He did own her—body and soul for these long, moments of delightful torture in her bedroom.

And he knew it.

Kaeion crawled between his legs and allowed instinct to kneel her before him in the most submissive stance she could muster. She nipped at the tip lightly, licking and nuzzling, before she took half of it in her mouth, wrapping the other half with her right hand and cradling his sac with her left. She could taste herself on him, which increased her own wetness and made her groan inwardly with smoldering lust. Slowly traveling down the length of the enormous organ with her tongue, Kaeion swirled her tongue along the mushroom-shaped head, dipped along the companion veins, and skated back up the smooth underside. She rubbed it in long strokes across the roof of her mouth, moving her hand counterclockwise in a firm, almost bruising grip. But he could take it—she could sense it. Riddick began to take control and pumped into her mouth slowly as she licked and teased the hardened shaft, curling her lips in and out to alternatively cushion and slide the entrance him deep into her mouth. What she did—was doing—was mindblowing, and Riddick could feel his toes curl involuntarily as the sensitive slit in his member hit the small, smooth flesh in the back of her throat. But he wanted more.

“Swallow.”

Kaeion shook her head slowly. There was no way she would be able to get him into her throat.

“Do it.”

Riddick was not going to take no for an answer. Blinking away the tears that had formed from her gag reflex, Kaeion braced herself and slowly, very slowly exhaled as she forced her mouth over the pulsing girth of Riddick’s manhood. God, he’s so thick…His thigh muscles clenched and unclenched, and he buried his hand in her soft curls as she pulled back, pushing her back down to the base of his manhood at a faster rhythm. Kaeion complied, sucking his shaft with rhythmic intensity that hit Riddick like a bullet.

“Uh…shiiit…”

Oh this was…good…no..great…no…SHIN’JUT A!

He didn’t know what the word was or where it came from, but whatever it was, it seemed like the only thing to sum up the shock wave of a climax his body was reaching as Kaeion worked him, her entire body coated in sweat from the effort. Riddick could feel each tiny muscle in her throat as it stretched around him, Kaeion fighting to take him deeper even as her body protested.

She was too…damned…GOOD…

Pleasure pounded like a marching band in bright spots against Riddick’s pupils—he felt like he were being ground, tied, and twisted in the groin all at once. The ridges in her mouth were…perfect…

Kaeion looked up at the killer who was at her complete mercy, his face smoothed into the plane of blissful agony and abject pleasure. Her body exploded with more lubrication as he let loose a low growl that reverberated through her body and down her legs, igniting the residual pleasure in her own nether regions.

Ah, damn…it…DAMN…IT…

Riddick was as hot as a nuclear supernova…the little bitch was going to kill him now, gulp and swallow him until he was a dry husk of a man, he just knew it…He should never have let her even touch the thing… She was…it was as if she could tap into him and read exactly what he wanted her to do…

Payback’s a bitch, Riddick.

Kaeion pulled her mouth all the way out to the tip of his member, smirked, and then turned her mouth and hands in opposite directions while simultaneously shunting the entire length of Riddick’s pulsing shaft into the back of her esophagus, and let loose an intense answering growl that shook the bed and shot from his manhood deep into the dark warrior’s muscled frame.

FOR FUCK’S SAKE!…

Riddick didn’t even have a moment to brace himself as his body climaxed violently, arching his back so far that he was sure it would break. He shot straight into the open expanse of Kaeion’s enlarged throat, not certain when he would stop or if he would still be alive when he did. Kaeion kept sucking, digging hard nails into soft flesh and drawing out his painful release as she licked up all vestiges of the sticky liquid with a pale pink tongue.

The world turned and pulsed so quickly that Riddick’s stomach revolted in the shockwaves of his release, but he steadied himself on Kaeion’s back, pressing her into the mattress slightly as she sagged underneath his massive weight.

“You did…well…girl…”

“…no shit...”

Kaeion smiled triumphantly as she finally collapsed completely spent with a panting Riddick falling next to her. Sleep called, and she drifted, feeling his muscled form shift comfortably to her side to spoon her against his chest. For a moment, their breath mingled, twined, merged between their bodies. Kaeion was slipping into an easy rhythm of comfort, velvety darkness wrapping her in a shroud of contentment. She could feel herself slipping into the realms of oblivion—so wonderful…

Then a dark voice called out to her, denying her rest…

“Again.”

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A/N: I sincerely apologize that it's taken so long for me to update. Please review to let me know how I'm doing and if I should continue—those are the only things that keep me going when writing for you guys.

Abrazos,

Khemet

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