TITLE: In Darkness
AUTHOR: Lilith
FANDOM: Pitch Black
PAIRING: Riddick/You
RATING: NC-17 for graphical sexual situations,
DISCLAIMER: The Characters of Pitch Black are copyright to USA Films. There is no infringment intended by the use of them in this story. I claim none of those characters.
SUMMARY: A short ficlet about Riddick and whether it's a dream or reality is all up to you and your fantasy. Inspired by an artwork of Royo that depicts a couple lying in the waves on a beach. Tell you enough? ;-)
Darkness. Silence. He hides within it as he creeps through your home, an obscure shadow upon the staircase.
You stir in your sleep, not because you sense him near; you are searching for him in your dream. On the dusky, sandy beach you hunger for that graceful panther.
“Riddick!” you cry. Yet it’s just a murmur on your lips. You think he has not heard you, but he has.
He is watching you against white linen, your tresses lying softly against plump pillows and the moonlight showering your face. His quicksilver eyes fix on your lips as they continue to call him, bringing his own to a smile.
The soft crunch of sand makes you whirl. It’s him. You reach for his goggles as the sun departs into the crimson twilight. You wrap your arms around his sturdy shoulders, and the goggles slip from your hand. The deep growl from his throat stirs your trembling lips and your mouth melts into his.
In the darkness of your bedroom, his breath quickens at the sight of you writhing, pushing the covers from your ripe curves. He crawls onto the bed and covers your form with his, his braced arms keeping the contact between you feather light. He captures your undulating lips and deepens your dreamer’s kiss.
A purr echoes into your mouth and you feel it in your dream. The warm summer breeze wraps around your bodies, drawing you closer together. His hands slide down your back to cup your cheeks, before grasping your thighs and hauling your legs around his waist. He trudges through the beach into the shallows of the warm sea. Falling to his knees, he lays you in the banked sand, the foamy waves lapping your body through the sheer fabric of your dress. Large yet dexterous hands unfasten each button, and he draws the dress aside, revealing bare, ripe flesh. He leans forward, mouth descending on luscious breasts.
You arch your back upon the bed, wanting to greet the flicking tongue at your nipple. His teeth catch the hardened nub of flesh and you cry out his name, the sound spilling from your mouth. The growl from his chest rumbles against your belly at your cries of pleasure and joy.
In the caressing water, he raises himself and sheds his clothes and your eyes greet the sculptured musculature catching the fading red glow of the evening sky. He kneels once again between your legs and you reach for him, wanting to feel his weight upon you, but not yet – not yet – he wants to relish every moment. He slides his hands under you and cradles your buttocks, fingers massaging the soft tissue. He lifts your hips and rests you on his lap, the heavy weight of his cock resting against your thigh. Gentle fingers stroke your bare, smooth mons, feather light touches making you squirm in the sandy surf. He takes your hand and places your finger on your clitoris, easing back your labia to feast his eyes upon your finger flicking at your secret nub within the glistening softness.
His deep, steady breaths quicken and break into low, resonant growls as he watches your face taking on strange contortions within the silence of your room. Large digits explore your wet heat, coaxing moan after moan out of you. His cock twitches against your leg, begging to be immersed in your slick heat.
In your dream, he grasps your hips and pulls you onto him little by little, savouring his entry into your depths. You can only gasp and groan as your body stretches and gives to him. He leans over you and slips his hands under your back, hooking them both over your shoulders. He nuzzles his face into your breasts, tasting your flesh, as he pumps you with languid strokes. Your hands slide over his shoulders and grip his back as his thrusts become more intense.
Pewter fire, burning with passion, concentrates on your face, taking in every grimace, every scream as you ride a sea of ecstasy. Your limbs curl about him as your world turns from lapping water to swaying sheets. Pelvis to pelvis, you meet again and again, your hips rocking to his heavy staccato rhythm, inducing the radiant fire burning within your loins. He buries his face into the base of your neck, suckling on thin tissue until the capillaries beneath rupture. Your stomach arches into his torso; your cries echo the room as he pumps orgasmic bursts deep within you.
He slumps beside you panting and draws you into his embrace. You rest back onto his sweating torso, still in the euphoric high of your twilight union.
Soothed by stroking hands, you let the night take you once again.
A blade of light crosses your face. Morning come once again. Warm caramel tones against your pale, pink flesh; you feel the comforting strength of the arms that surround you. You press against his torso, feeling the latent power in his sleeping form and turn to face the rugged beauty that visits you in your sleep. You pull the covers over his head before the light can pierce his eyes and you crawl down his body to pleasure the sleeping beast.