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Elena sighed as she looked at the spotless kitchen space the pleasure cruiser housed that was to be her own personal sanctuary for the next month. As an indentured servant, she had few rights and privileges (as a woman, even less), such as what jobs she took and where she would be each day, but a pleasure cruiser was not the worst of all places where she had fed people and she would take what she could get. 

A pleasure cruiser meant her time was her own, she got her own quarters, her handler wouldn’t be with her to watch over her 24/7, and generally, she would be left alone until it was time to serve the guests. All in all, this gig was enviable. And lucrative. If she did a few more that paid like this one, she’d be free of her contract in no time. She trapped that thought before it became too vivid. In this world, full of mercs and slavers, it was dangerous to hope for better. Being free sometimes meant being unprotected. An indenture came with slightly more freedom, more autonomy, than a slave, but a fulfilled indenture meant you could be taken at any chance. And for a single female? Just existing was dangerous. 

Elena put her hands on her hips and surveyed her space, nodding approvingly at the massive galley as she began to formulate her menus in her head. Thankfully, when she was younger and her contract sold to the highest bidder, her late mother had taught her how to cook, how to experiment with foods, how to be curious with new techniques, new spices, new cultures, how to create decadent meals that the richest would believe luxurious. It was what kept her on her feet instead of on her back, a skill that she would thank her mother for as long as she lived. Her skill was her protection - and it didn’t hurt that her skill came with all sorts of knives. 

She tied her long curls up and out of her face as she got to work on that night’s dinner. She had 5 hours to get everything prepared and the first night always had to be a showstopper, to prove to the guests that their thousands of credits were well spent. 

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As she was finishing up the first course, Elena was called up by the captain to present herself before the guests. Even though she was indentured, they tried to make it more palatable by showing her off like a freely employed chef. She grabbed her white coat and took down her hair, trying to fluff and straighten the curls as best she could so that she would be presentable for the guests. 

Elena rushed through the hallway to the dining cabin, trying to slow her heart. This was always the hardest part, putting on a show for the guests. She tried to rehearse the menu in her head in the hopes of not stumbling over her words. If she was lucky, she could get those out and then go back to her business. 

She stopped at the sliding doors and took a breath, trying to gather herself, and pressed the auto wall lock to let herself in—

—and almost choked on a gasp. Mercs. About twenty of them, covered in their ratty, greasy leathers, smelling of sweat and grime build up that had to go back at least a week. Already wasted - rowdy and raucous. All twenty sets of eyes swiveled to look at her as the door opened, and she felt her lower belly swoop in disgust as the sleazy, lecherous grins that were aimed her way. 

Elena did her best to school her features to appear professional, like she was completely expecting the passengers, tried to ignore the wolf whistles, explicit jeers, and wandering eyes as she walked up to join the captain at the head of the table. She hadn’t had any dealings with this captain, but he looked like the usual sort: clean, rigid, strict.

“Well aren’t you sweet?”

“Do we get a taste of you tonight?”

“Been needing a good ride.”

“You’d look pretty on your knees.”

To his credit, the captain looked pained at their guests and their behavior, which was not surprising. Mercs weren’t generally the market pleasure cruisers catered to. Elena wondered if someone else was paying for them and who? The wealthy liked to keep Mercs as poorly kept secrets, hiring them to do whatever, without ever actually associating with them. 

It took several of the captain’s throat clearings to get the Mercs to settle enough where he could be heard. 

“Gentlemen. Welcome aboard the cruiser Rapture. We are pleased to accommodate your every need and desire—“ cue the whistling and laughter and several men shouting out their crude wants “—we begin our tour with your first delicious meal.”

“Where are the whores?!” Shouted a man who seemed to be the ring leader as the rest agreed rapturously. The man had greasy loose curls on his head, yellowed teeth that made Elena want to curl her nose in disgust, and a bright star-patterned scar next to his right eye. His eyes were bloodshot and yellow from what Elena guessed were the cryo drugs that Mercs tended to get addicted to. 

The captain sighed, obviously annoyed. “We will pick up your escorts in two days.” His voice had to rise at the end of his sentence to be heard over the resulting boos and profanity littered shouts. 

Elena winced for the escorts. Many would be her friends, those who were indentured and came in without a skill. Skin-trade made for high profits in this world and it was rare for any female to evade its business. She didn’t know how they did it, pretend like these men were desirable. Pretend like any man was desirable. Elena was used to the world where men would take what they wanted, without care of who they took from. From a young age, she had sworn off any desire for men, doing what she could to avoid notice. But now she had twenty pairs of eyes on her, eyes that spoke of cruelty and greed. 

“But for now, your dinner,” announced the captain, clapping his hands as the first course found its way to the large table via the food transport system. “And I am pleased to introduce our chef for your time here, Elena Russell.” Elena gave a tight smile and cleared her throat, hoping to say her piece and get out of there as quickly as possible. 

“Tonight, you will dine on a seven course meal, celebrating the culture of our home planet Degare…” Elena went on to name the courses and the dishes, doing her best to make eye contact with each individual, as she had been trained to do. Her spine was ramrod straight, trying to communicate that she was not frightened of the men, though she felt her heart racing. 

“Bon Appétit.” Fighting back a sigh of relief that she got through it with relative ease, Elena took a step forward to leave the room. 

“Wait!” It was that ring leader again. “I prefer to be served my meals.” His eyes roamed over Elena in such a way that she felt like she needed to cover herself with her hands, his greasy stare making her feel dirty. 

Elena swung her head to look at the captain, already knowing what he was asking for, and begging that the captain wouldn’t cave. He glanced at her and gave a small nod. Elena bit back an angry groan. She had to obey. If she didn’t, she could be fired and the debt of her lost job would be added to her indenture. 

Elena chafed under the rules, under the hierarchy of her station. But there was little she could do. She had no power in this world, no say. So she squared her shoulders and walked stiffly to the opposite end of the table, where the man sat, a growing smirk on his face. 

Elena tried to stand in such a way where she was as far away from the man as she could possibly get, while being close enough to serve the first course - a simple soup that was creamy with delicious spices. She let the aroma fill her nostrils and calm herself as she grabbed the serving bowl and ladle, shuffling to get closer to the scarred man’s bowl. 

She felt his hand grab at the flesh of her backside, steeled herself as she saw his arm move prior to the grope. Elena offered no response, shutting her body and mind off as she ladled the soup into his bowl. Once she had filled to a desirable amount, she set the serving bowl down and stepped away, but the man had other ideas, grabbing her waist and tugging her down roughly into his lap. 

“Mmm… I see that indenture cuff on your wrist. You selling that sweet little pussy?” His breath was sickly sweet on her skin close to her neck, the only expanse of skin left to the open air aside from her face. His hands roamed her arms and legs, making as if to touch her in other places. Elena felt bile rise in her throat and panic rise in her chest. 

“Gentlemen!” The captain’s bark was loud, causing her to jump. “Elena is our chef and will be treated as such. She is not a skin trader and will not be partaking in any such activity. Elena, please rise and finish serving so you can continue the meal.” 

Elena felt angry tears threaten. The captain was making her continue to serve each man, when he could have sent her back to the galley. But she wouldn’t let them see her cry, wouldn’t let them break her will, her pride. So she gracefully got up from the man’s lap and took the serving bowl and ladle, moving from merc to merc, steeling herself against the gropes and brushes that came from each man. She ignored each innuendo and crude comment until she was done. Once her objective was complete, Elena spun on her heel and fled. 

Once in the safety of her kitchen, Elena felt her panic bleed into her body, her breaths coming in and out too quickly. As an indentured, but not a skin trader, she was rarely touched by another person. Whenever she was touched, it was never nice touches, only unwelcome and harsh ones, and it made her feel like she was suffocating. 

Elena counted to ten, trying to get her breath and trembling limbs under control. She needed to get it together or she risked her job. Finally, at fifteen, she was able to distract herself and get back to her work, starting on the second course. 

This continued, with her being called into the dining room to serve each course only to be groped and propositioned the entire time, resulting in the continued rise of panic in her system until finally, finally she was done with the seventh course and had served everyone. Elena was about to run from the room when the captain stopped her. 

“I need you to make a hardy stew for a separate guest. It needs to be ready in 30 and you will serve him.” Elena didn’t even look at the man, only nodded and raced away back to the kitchen. She felt herself raging at the captain, angry at his lack of protection, his lack of ability to do anything . He had watched every man touch her, whisper in her ear. The only time he had intervened was to ensure that no one tried to actually fuck her. 

This made Elena queasy. She may not be a skin trader, but her body wasn’t necessarily her own. Her contract holder could sell her maidenhead to the highest bidder, if they wanted to. So the captain was there to protect the goods, not to protect her. Those angry tears still pricked the corners of her eyes, but she refused them yet again. Taking a good few deep breaths, she took off the suffocating white coat and got to work on the stew and cleaning up the galley. 

Right on time, the captain retrieved her, telling her that the food service system would not be able to deliver to this specific section of the ship. Elena grabbed the pot with some hand towels to keep it warm and her hands safe, along with a ladle, a bowl, and a spoon, and followed the captain, trying to keep up with everything juggled in her arms. Of course the captain didn’t offer to assist, the bastard. 

“Will this person have water or some type of beverage?” Elena was slightly out of breath as she jostled her armful. 

He didn’t even look at her as he spoke. “Water is provided.” Elena almost rolled her eyes. Typical. This captain was like all the other free men. They looked down on indentureds, tried to maintain their distance, as if any contact would sully their reputation. 

The captain led her down into the very bowels of the ship. Pleasure cruisers were large vessels, created to house parties of a hundred people or more, with room for a huge amphitheater and other large activity spaces, but it was rare for anyone but crew to go this deep. Elena usually was kept to her kitchen and her quarters, which were next door. He led her to a relatively inconspicuous door that was unmarked. 

“He cannot hurt you in his state. You are to feed him at the end of each meal time to keep up his strength as our guests have a special activity involving him at the end of our cruise.”

The captain reached into his pocket and drew out a key that was connected to a long chain. “I do not wish to continue to escort you down here. You will lock this door after yourself each time. Do I need to impress upon you how important it is to lock this door?”

Elena shook her head as her pulse jumped. Who were they keeping down here? It sounded like a prisoner. But what type of prisoner would they keep healthy like this?

The captain unlocked the door and handed her the key (which was rather difficult considering her hands were completely full). He moved out of her way and was about to make his way back up deck when he paused:

“Do not turn the lights higher than very dim.” With that last confusing order, he was gone. 

Elena felt her whole body tremble as she used her back to open the door. Not only had she no idea who was held captive in the room, she didn’t know if they were restrained and just how much danger they posed to her. Not to mention, it was apparent she would not be able to see well at all. 

It felt like walking into a cave. She heard the door close behind her and willed her eyes to adjust to the dim light. Elena could just make out a figure sitting in front of the wall that was opposite the door. She had to stifle a gasp as her eyes finally adjusted to the light. 

He was a mountain of a man. Even sitting down, she could tell he was huge. Corded muscles all down his arms which were both held out into titanium cuffs and chains. His huge boot clad feet were chained to the ground as well, cuffed at the ankle. But he wasn’t slumped, like how she pictured a normal prisoner in this state. No, he sat up straight, his eyes covered by a blindfold and a weird metal piece in his mouth that ran around his head. 

A bit. 

He was chained like an animal. And though he was chained, Elena felt like somehow, she was still prey. That she was in dangerous territory. Why else would he be chained in such a way that there would be no way for a normal person to escape? This went way beyond the normal cuffs she had seen before. 

She almost jumped when she noticed his shaved head twist to her direction, his nostrils flaring as if he was drawing in a large breath. The man stayed quiet though, his body tense, like a coiled spring. This quiet unnerved Elena more than anything. 

Though his confinement spoke to a danger beyond what Elena could imagine, she knew the man had to eat. Who was she to judge? She was in her own containment. This thought didn’t do much to assuage her fear, but it did give her enough resolve to square her shoulders and open her mouth. It took her a few tries, but she finally moistened her lips with her tongue and took a breath. 

“I— uh, I need to remove your blindfold and b—bit, if that’s— if that’s alright?” She cursed herself for not sounding more confident. The man went still, in a very queer way, which made her pulse skyrocket, the primal part of her brain recognizing a predator.

“Breathe.” 

The rumble was so deep and gritty and slightly muffled due to the bit, that it took her a moment to decipher what had come out of the man’s mouth. But once she did, without a thought, she quickly sucked in a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. 

“Good girl.”

She felt her whole body flush at the growled approval, warming in ways that surprised her. Immediately, Elena shook her head, trying to regain a sense of control over this absurd situation over her body’s insane reactions. She wet her lips and tried again. 

“W—would it be alright if I took off your b—bit and blindfold?” Why was she whispering? A slow nod was his only response. Elena almost laughed at her realization that she was still across the room, her back pressed to the door. It was a panicked response, almost hysterical. 

She shuffled forward to where the man was chained, gulping as he seemed to loom larger the closer she got. Elena was no small woman herself, standing taller than the average of her gender, but she felt positively tiny next to this gargantuan being. She tried to quietly set down her supplies a good bit away from him, almost desperately trying not to make too much noise in the oppressive silence. 

Elena had to step closer to the man, basically between his legs and she was almost vibrating from the stress. At this angle, she was able to look down at this face as he lifted his chin to face her, but she still felt so overpowered.

“I’m going to have to touch your face. Is that okay?” She breathed out. Again, his only response was a subtle tilt of his head. She made the decision to remove the blindfold first, somehow feeling like either choice was a losing situation. With shaking fingers, she raised her hands and stroked along the fabric of the blindfold, barely grazing his skin, in order to find how it was secured.

It was just a knot? That felt absurd in light of all the chains. Breathing out a shaking laugh, she struggled with the knot, her trembling fingers not gaining enough traction. 

A deep rumble emanated from the man’s chest; a warm, rolling sound that seemed to wrap around Elena in such a way that it soothed her instantly. She felt her shoulders relax and fall away from being raised around her neck. Just enough relaxation that her fingers stopped fumbling and were able to untie the knot. 

The fabric fell away and she was met with an intense silver gaze that was so disconcerting, so dominant, that Elena could only maintain eye contact for a few seconds before she busied herself with the bit. 

His gaze felt heavy, like touches along the skin of her face, and she felt a flush rise in her cheeks in response. With another fumble, she felt for the locking mechanism of the metal bit. Her struggle with that mechanism made her shuffle closer to the man, her body leaning around him to get a better look in the dim lighting. 

His huge muscular thighs closed on her legs as she stood between them, caging her in but offering her support as she toddled on her tiptoes. Without thinking, she moved her foot to wrap around his ankle and leaned into the opposite thigh in order to get a little bit better leverage. Goosebumps erupted across her skin when she heard the pleased rumble from his chest. 

Finally, she was able to undo the lock and the bit fell away into her hands. As she unwrapped it from his head, Elena settled back onto her feet to move away from the man, but realized that his powerful thighs still had her and weren’t letting go. With a slight squeal she started to lose her balance and quickly grabbed onto his massively broad shoulders to steady herself, bringing her face very close to his. 

Elena’s eyes tracked the movement when a pink tongue came out to lick his lips. She felt mesmerized, a prey animal frozen beneath the weight of a predator’s stare. Her eyes slid up to the silver eyes. She was caught, suspended in time. 

He inhaled loudly, a soft grumble pouring from his lips. 

“You a merc?”

His richly deep voice washed over Elena in such a way that she felt she might combust in an instant. It took her a minute to shake the haze from her brain and respond. Never in her life had she reacted to a male like this. 

“No.” Her voice was shaky. Breathless. It was only slightly annoying. 

He hummed. “Smell like a merc.”

Smell? Elena thought back to the long inhales. Could he smell like an animal?

She shook her head. 

“We’ve got Mercs for passengers. I’m just the cook, but I had to serve them tonight. They got…handsy.”

An annoyed growl vibrated out of his chest. 

“They hurt you?”

Elena shook her head frantically, still clinging to his shoulders, a weird, innate desire to soothe away his anger. 

“Just touching. They’re not allowed to…” her voice trailed off as a flush rose to her skin. Finally coming to terms with how she clung to a clearly dangerous man, she released his shoulders from her grasp and pressed back so that he might get the hint she was trying to get out of his hold. 

He didn’t budge, those eyes roaming her face, his expression completely unreadable. 

“You’re indentured but they can’t fuck you?”

The way his voice wrapped around the word fuck made Elena quake. But she felt her flushed offense overtake any other response. Her eyes angrily snapped to his. 

“Skilled indentureds are hard to come by. Wouldn’t want to break me before they get all my value out.” She sounded as bitter as she felt. 

“Would it?”

“What?”

“Break you?”

Elena paused as she eyed him warily, digesting his question, even as her cheeks flamed at the subject matter. She shrugged. 

“Probably.”

A rumble of his chest was all the response she received as his eyes continued to travel over her.

“C’mere.”

“W—what?”

At her hesitation, he lifted a foot as much as his chains would allow and curled it around the back of her legs, pushing her closer so quickly that she fell into his chest, her knees buckling until she was basically in his lap. Elena froze as she felt his breath on her neck, his nose brushing up and down the column of her throat. The man buried his face in her hair, his lips pressing into the skin of where the shoulder met her neck. She shivered as he gave another large inhale. 

He hummed. A pleased, self-satisfied sound. Elena shivered again as that sound brushed down her spine. 

He nipped at her skin, making her gasp and squirm in his lap, acutely aware of the hard musculature of his thighs that trapped her. A dark chuckle escaped his throat as Elena snapped back, his face inches from her own as she realized that she had flung an arm to wrap around the back of his neck and used her other hand to grip onto his bicep in order to steady herself. Her breaths were ragged as she stared at him. 

“Been a long time since I smelled beautiful,” he rumbled, his voice painting another delicate flush along her exposed skin. Another inhale. A deeply smug smirk unfurling on his face. 

Elena had no response. Her voice catching in her throat. She felt out of her element, out of control. Maybe changing the subject and focusing on why she was here would be safer?

“I—I’m supposed to feed you.”

Another chuckle. But his thighs eased and Elena found herself able to stand. 

She backed away from him, a primal instinct telling her to not turn her back on the predator in the room. But eventually, she did have to turn around to bend down and get her supplies. 

A low groan made her skin tingle. 

Elena blew out a breath as she straightened, trying to shake whatever was happening in her brain away. She quickly brought her supplies closer to the prisoner and turned to survey the room, wondering if there was some type of stool where she could sit. 

“Take it off.”

She whirled in offense. “Excuse me?!”

“Stinks of merc. Take it off.” He head motioned to her white coat, the one she had to wear whenever she served or was seen as the chef. 

Her fingers were on the buttons before she could think, slipping them out of their fasteners and rolling the material off her shoulders, leaving her in a black tank that she usually preferred to cook in since it was cooler. She held her white coat in her hands, confused at when she had made the decision to obey, and brought her questioning gaze up to meet his. 

Smug. That was his expression as a growl of approval came from his chest. She felt that sound lick up her exposed skin, creating heat she had never felt before. Parts of her wanted to be annoyed, but there was also a strong part that was wanting to go belly up before him. 

Elena huffed out a breath in frustration at her behavior and responses to the prisoner, balling up her coat in her fists as she tried to steady herself. She broke their connection, still trying to find some type of stool or something she could use as a stool because she’d be damned if she was going to sit at his feet to feed him, but something felt wrong about standing over him as well. 

“Sit on my knee,” came the amused rumble from behind her. Elena stiffened. 

No way. No fucking way would she do that. She wasn’t a pet. She wasn’t going to perch on him and feed him. 

She didn’t turn around, knowing that somehow she’d cave immediately, despite her offense at his command. 

“C’mon beautiful. Sit on my knee.” Elena could have sworn he purred those last few words. 

She sighed and ran her hands through her hair, snagging on her curls, as she battled in her brain, her eyes desperately searching for something else to sit on in the room. Literally anything else than that muscular thigh. 

Absolutely fucking nothing.  

Should have brought a top for the damn pot and she wouldn’t have been in this absurd situation. 

Elena slowly turned and was faced with an almost animalistic grin from the captive. He was just as brazen as any merc, but something about him didn’t feel sleazy or cruel, a change in pace that almost put Elena at ease. Almost. 

He raised an eyebrow. A mocking challenge that set Elena’s teeth on edge. 

She’d show him. She wasn’t afraid. This was a complete bullshit thought and she knew it, but her pride was bruised at the thought of him laughing at her. She wasn’t the prisoner here!

She grumbled as she bent over to ladle out her stew into a bowl and grab a hand towel and spoon. 

Rising slowly, she felt her cheeks flush as she recognized what she was about to do. The man’s face was unreadable again as he watched her come closer, his entire body tense in a way that made alarm bells ring in Elena’s mind. 

Before she could move between his thighs to settle delicately on one, the man closed his widespread knees and pushed himself backward on the bench he was sitting on. 

“Straddle me.”

Elena felt her mouth go dry. He could not be serious right now. 

That dark chuckle rolled over her once more. 

“You heard me.”

Elena felt her body move before her brain had even the slightest chance to catch up. She felt her knee touch the bench and her hips flex as she swung her other leg to settle into the man’s lap, her breath whooshing out of her lungs when she realized how intimately close they were. Elena did her best to remain still, her head pounding in her chest. 

“Good fuckin’ girl,” came his growl, the praise making her suck in a new breath, heat blasting from her. 

This man’s arms and legs were chained to the wall and floor and somehow he was completely in charge of her, though she was free to do what she wanted. What the hell was happening? 

Thankfully, the bowl in her hands granted her some space from him and something else to focus on other than his body underneath her and that voice of his that seemed to have a power over her she wasn’t sure she didn’t like. 

She spooned some of the (thankfully still warm) stew and raised the utensil to his mouth, his very plush and full mouth, using the bowl as a way to catch any drippings. He didn’t open at all until she raised her confused eyes to his intensive, silver stare. Only when her eyes were on his did he open his mouth and accept her offering. Elena found herself mesmerized by the movement, the work of his jaw as he chewed through the tender meat, the swallow of his throat as he downed it, the peek of his pink tongue as he chased some of the stew that remained at the corners of his mouth. 

Suddenly, she was desperate to know if he liked it, if he thought her stew was good. Frantic, one might say. 

A rolling sound emanated from his chest, soothing and warm again. 

“Do— do you like it?” She was breathless again, somehow too lost in this weirdly sensual moment to care. 

His eyes had never left hers. 

“Fuckin’ delicious.” Elena felt the praise sit low and simmer in her belly. The man leaned forward and brushed his nose against her neck again. “As delicious as you smell.” He hummed. “Tell me your name.”

“Elena,” she gasped. She was so far gone, it would have been embarrassing had she been in any normal state of mind. 

“Richard B. Riddick,” he responded in kind. 

Alarm bells blared. She knew that name. Had heard it several times on the news, from other indentureds, from other passengers. 

Elena jerked back, eyes roaming the face of who she now knew to be called “Big Evil.” He was a mass murderer, the biggest of the bad, a convict who had escaped the most inescapable prisons. He was known to be bloodthirsty, cruel, the boogey man of every nightmare. The last alpha Furyan. 

And she was sitting on his fucking lap. 

“Breathe,” came the growled command and she obeyed. 

Not knowing what else to do, she spooned another bite of stew into his mouth, her mind going haywire as she fed him. 

“Can smell you thinking.”

She had heard about this animal side of Riddick (heard some of the girls giggle about it) and now his inhales made much more sense. Another bite of stew gave her some time to think. 

He could smell the Mercs on her clothes and apparently could smell that she was thinking? Did that mean he could smell… everything? Elena flushed at the thought. His next words brought her back to the present. 

“You scared of me?” He was expressionless. But Elena felt like he may be guarded, tense about her response. 

She sat back and looked at him, thinking about her response and was almost surprised with what she found. 

“I don’t think so. You won’t hurt me.” An eyebrow raised in question, asking her to continue.

“You could kill me, I know that. But from what I know about you, you seem to be a man of survival, efficiency. I’d expect you’d give me a clean death and go about your business.”

“That doesn’t scare you?”

“I’m more afraid of cruelty than death.”

A grunt was all she got as she continued to feed Riddick. He never took his eyes off her as he ate. It was a relatively comfortable silence as he finished the bowl. 

“Would you like more?” 

“Depends on what you’re offering.” A sinful smirk bloomed on Riddick’s face. His laugh boomed in the quiet room when she flushed at the innuendo. 

Elena scrambled off of his lap ungracefully, hiding her face from him. She ladled more stew into the bowl and then rose to approach him again, eyes plotting her path to see if she could sit on one leg. 

“You gonna ride my thigh, pretty girl?” came his amused growl. Elena had no idea what he meant, but could put enough context clues together that she knew sitting on one thigh might put her in an even more vulnerable position than sitting in his lap, even though the thought made her thighs clench. So again, she found her knees braced on the bench and she settled most of her weight in his lap. 

They continued the process until her ladle scraped the bottom of the pot. She looked at him, surprised at the sheer volume he had consumed. He bared his teeth at her in that animalistic grin. 

“What can I say? Insatiable.” Elena wondered if it was physically possible to blush this much without losing all the blood flow to her outer digits. 

Again, she settled in his lap, suddenly curious that she became brave. 

“What are you gonna do?” He tilted his head in question. “Oh come on, like you planned to stay trapped here the whole month.”

He chuckled. “Gonna kill them all, fuck you into a mattress, and then get us out on the captain’s skipper.”

Elena stopped breathing, stared right in his face in shock. Unwillingly, her thighs clenched as her stomach swooped with desire. 

His dark chuckle washed over her, making her shiver. 

“Can smell how wet you are for me. How much you want me,” he purred at her, those molten silver eyes trailing all over her body, leaving tracks of heat along her skin. “Can’t wait to feel how your cunt squeezes my dick. Bet you’re tight. Tight and warm and wet and perfect.”

Elena trembled, her chest heaving as she panted, overwhelmed by his words, by his power. He wasn’t even touching her and she felt consumed by him. 

“ Riddick …”

He nipped at the juncture of her neck and shoulder once more. 

“Let me finish my dinner. You’re gonna leave that key and the spoon and you’re gonna wait for me in your room. I’ll come for you.”

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Elena felt like every nerve ending was on fire. She was antsy, nervous that she had obeyed a criminal like Riddick, nervous that somehow he wasn’t as prolific as the legends had said and she signed a death warrant for herself, nervous that somehow he was as prolific as the legends had said and he’d come to her tonight. 

She closed the door to her personal quarters, stripping off her clothes that felt itchy and too tight and sliding into some soft sleep clothes. Pleasure Cruisers liked to keep the temperature warm, which made the guests drink more, so her sleep clothes were another tank and some soft shorts. Elena trembled as she put these on, knowing that Riddick might see her. She hadn’t been expecting someone to see her in these clothes. Never been close to someone in something that felt so… revealing . 

For some reason, she had grabbed a knife from the kitchen, worried about what the night was to bring. Sliding into bed, she gripped the handle underneath her pillow. 

Elena began to second guess her time with Riddick. 

Maybe he had just charmed her into giving him items to escape. Maybe he hadn’t meant that he would save her from her indenture. Maybe she was a fool who signed her own death warrant to be fulfilled by the infamous Richard B. Riddick. Would he rape her? Kill her?

It was well into the night cycle when she heard the first blaster go off. Suddenly, there were shouts and screams, the pounding of feet in the hallways, the scream of blasters and the roaring of other guns. The air turned hot and thick as she listened to pure fear. It seemed to take hours, so much so that Elena slid from her bed and pressed her back to the side of the door, her mind filled with images of Mercs coming in her room to finish her off, but first having a little fun that made her sick. She was trembling, enraged at her own helplessness, frozen to the wall, with nothing left to do but hope she was forgotten, completely encompassed by the pitch black. 

So lost in her terrified thoughts, she was startled by the sound of silence. Oppressive, crushing silence. 

It was over. But there was no guarantee of her safety. Maybe if she ran for it, she could get into a skipper, escape before they ever remembered there was an indentured on the ship. 

Elena almost moaned in fear when she heard the click of the door opening, her hopes shattering in her hands. In its place was anger. 

I’m not going to die a victim. I won’t do it. 

Fuck them for never protecting me. Fuck them for never teaching me how to fight. I hope they all died slowly and painfully. 

And using her rage to fuel her bravery, she whirled from her hiding spot and slashed her knife at the blackness of the doorframe. 

Before she could even think, Elena found herself shoved face first against the wall by what felt to be another brick wall, her hand twisted behind her in such a way that her knife clattered to the floor. 

The person who had her leaned against her, molding his hard body against hers. Warm breath puffed at the back of her neck, and she almost sobbed in relief when she heard that telltale inhale. 

“Always appreciated a woman with an instinct for survival,” Riddick’s approving growl made heat pool in her lower belly. 

He released her arm and…oh, his hands. This was the first time he had been able to touch her and they felt huge as they settled on her waist. Elena found herself relaxing against his unmovable body, leaning into him as his nose found that juncture that he seemed to love so much.  

He groaned as he gripped her hips harder and pressed her into him, grinding his hardening length against her ass. Elena arched for him, pushing against him as she pressed back, a choking gasp ripping itself from her throat. 

“ Riddick …” His chuckle felt like absolute sin. She was spun and pushed back against the wall, his huge body crowding her. Riddick’s shadow towered above her, his massive hands bracing himself against the wall on both sides of her head, effectively caging her in. He stilled, his shining gaze molten as he watched her pant for him. 

Unsure at the instinct, but obeying it, Elena felt her chin tip up and tilt to the right, exposing her throat to him. The resulting growl made her knees tremble. 

Riddick lowered his face to her throat, grazing his teeth on the exposed and vulnerable flesh and then his tongue gave one long, lewd lick from her collarbone to the base of her ear. Elena could only moan as the feeling sizzled underneath her skin. 

“Like you were fuckin made for me,” he mumbled against her, inhaling her scent loudly. 

“Riddick… Riddick, please, ” she gasped. He wasn’t really touching her, not like she wanted. She felt untethered, needing him to ground her. She couldn’t even see him in the darkness and she was overwhelmed like this. 

Suddenly, his large hand fisted itself in her hair at the back of her head and tipped her back even further, making her body erupt in goosebumps and her gasp. His mouth was on hers in an instant in a brutal kiss, licking, sucking, biting. Elena was consumed. 

This was her first kiss and she felt overwhelmed. Touch starved for most of her life and now completely overstimulated by a feral man. A feral man that made her want to give everything to. 

He licked into her mouth, coaxing her tongue to explore as his did. As soon as she began to respond, he groaned, sliding his free hand down to grasp her under her thigh and, like she was nothing, picked her up and pressed her into the wall, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. Elena clung to his shoulders, moving her hands to clasp his face, not wanting to ever stop kissing this man. 

The hand in her hair wrenched her mouth from his, allowing her to take in some much-needed breaths, which soon choked off as Riddick trailed hot open mouthed kisses down her throat. All Elena could do was hold on for dear life as he held her secure in his arms. She moaned and gasped and trembled at every touch, every brush, every pulse and vibration his body gave her. 

He was at his favorite junction and she felt his mouth open and his teeth clamp down in a deliciously stinging bite. A loud keen escaped her mouth as she writhed against him. She felt his lips curl is a smile against her skin and his tongue laved over the smarting bite mark, soothing it. With a quick kiss, he moved his head to look up at her, his silver gaze the only thing she could really see in the darkness. 

“Alright?” He rumbled the question and Elena responded with a frantic nod, not wanting him to stop. The hand that was fisted in her hair released her head and slid down her body to hold her by her other thigh, matching his other hand. Riddick had her pressed into the wall, which made her feel small, but in a way that heated her, not scared her. 

“Can I—?” Her brain was so addled by his presence that Elena struggled to form the question. One of those warm rumbles came from his chest and she felt her body melt away tension. 

“Can I see you?”

She watched those silver eyes rove over the wall in search of the dimmer, and the lights quickly rose to a twilight level that she adjusted to instantly. She sighed in relief at being able to finally take in his features, her hands raising up to stroke his cheekbones. He was all hard lines, muscled leanness that spoke to the harshness of life he was used to. 

A small, genuine smile touched his lips as he inhaled, his nostrils flaring. 

“You smell nervous,” he rumbled, his chest vibrating hers as he pressed her into the wall. 

“I— I thought—” She thought about lying, speaking about how she was nervous this was her first time, but in reality, Elena could feel herself closing up, embarrassed at her trivial feelings after meeting this man only hours ago. How silly was it for her to think he would care anything for her. How stupid to worry if he would or would not leave her. He was a convicted criminal and had murdered probably everyone on the ship. What was she other than the spoils of war?

Riddick’s brow furrowed. “Don’t.” She jerked in his arms, trying to look anywhere other than his silvery gaze, eventually landing on his massive barrel of a chest. “Told you I’d come back for you.”

Elena raised her eyes trepidatiously to meet his, a nasty feeling like hope fluttering in her chest. 

“You’re mine, Elena. Mine. ” He growled, an angry, dangerous sound. “Knew it the minute I smelled you on this ship.”

His eyes flashed as he kissed her, a brutal,  consuming kiss. He reared back and held her eyes with his own, his hands digging into her thighs. 

“Understand?” With anyone else, Elena would have felt threatened, but with him, with Riddick, she felt warm and safe. So she took a breath—

“Y—yes.” A low rumble vibrated his pleasure at her response, filling up the space and making Elena gasp, squeezing her thighs around him. Riddick brought his mouth close to hers once more, barely brushing his lips against hers.

“Who do you belong to, Elena?” His voice was absolute sin, low and velvety that it took everything she had to focus. 

“You,” she gasped. A pleased hum as he kissed her, licked into her mouth, and bit down on her bottom lip. He went to the juncture of her neck and shoulder once more. One hand grabbed at her wrist where her bracelet that announced her indentured status and with a squeeze, shattered the metal so that it clattered to the ground, staking his claim in more ways than one.

“And who do I belong to?” He went very still, but Elena realized the importance of the question enough to answer as truthfully as she could, hope crowing in her chest. 

“Me.”

“Damn fuckin’ straight,” came his growl right before he sank his teeth back into her skin. Elena quaked and writhed and keened and gasped as the sensation zipped all the way to her core. Her skin was on fire for him. Only for him. 

He released her, soothing his bite with his tongue as he moved them over to the bed. With aching gentleness, a surprising feeling for how big and rough the man was, he lowered her onto the bed, pressing her into the mattress as his pelvis connected with hers. His strong forearms held him up and he smirked at her and experimentally ground his hips into hers, pressing his erection into her and finally giving her core some friction. Elena threw her head back with a moan, overwhelmed at the sensation and instinctually rolled her hips, eliciting a dark groan from him. 

Riddick rose up on a tall knee, Elena’s legs still slotted around his waist, and trailed his hands along her sides, brushing her breasts and coming down to grip her around her hips, thumbs stroking the skin that was revealed between her tank and her sleep shorts. His silver eyes drank in her body in such a way that Elena already felt naked underneath him. His eyes raked up to her, his expression so darkly feral that she sucked in a breath at the intensity. 

“Wanna see my girl,” he groused, fingers tugging at the bottom of her tank. It was a question-laced statement, one that spoke of his desire to know she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Elena nodded, biting her lip as his signature smirk blossomed on his face. 

Slowly, so very slowly, Riddick used his hands on her hips to push the fabric up her stomach, over her chest, and finally up and over her head and arms, leaving her upper body bare before him. The resulting groan washed over her body, like soft strokes along her skin. 

His massive hands cupped her breasts, feeling the weight of them, large thumbs swiping over her hardening nipples. Elena arched into him, pressing closer to his touch, closer to his skin, with a gasping moan. Her skin felt like an open nerve, lightning cracking over her body at every touch from his calloused hands. 

Before she could think to react, Riddick descended on her, spine curling as his mouth found a pink bud. Elena’s hands clutched at the back of his neck, fingernails digging into his skin as a way to ground herself, a choked cry escaping her as he swirled his hot, wet tongue around her nipple, sucking the bud and grazing his teeth on her sensitive flesh. Riddick’s other huge hand kneaded the flesh of her other breast, twisting and flicking her nipple as his mouth laved over her hot skin. 

Elena felt like she was going to absolutely die. His touch was phenomenal - completely overstimulating in the most delicious way. There was nothing left for her to do except feel and be . 

Riddick switched his mouth to her other breast, making sure all of her was well explored. Every swirl of his tongue zipped right down to her core, where she positively throbbed for him. Her hips canted up, desperately seeking some friction. 

He released her nipple with a wet pop, unfurling his spine to kneel above her once again, his hands gliding back down to notch right above her hips, around her waist. Those thumbs brushed against her sleep shorts. 

“Wanna see everything,” he growled. 

“ Please. ” In any other scenario, Elena would have been annoyed at the whining sound that had just come out of her mouth, but she couldn’t find it within herself to care, not when his hands caressed her like they did. 

His dark chuckle made her want to explore. “Like that sound, you beggin’ for me.” In that same excruciatingly slow pace, he pushed the fabric of her sleep shorts down from her hips, maneuvering her legs to slip the material from each limb, finally throwing the offending scrap of cotton away. 

The pleased rumble and the cool air touching her most intimate place made her moan and arch, exposing her belly and throat to the predator that loomed over her, the predator that made her feel so completely and utterly safe. 

Elena could feel how wet she was, the inside of her thighs coated in her slick. Riddick hummed a low sound as he squeezed both of her upper thighs, so close to where she desperately wanted him to touch her. 

“Eyes on me.”

She opened her eyes instantly, feeling her cheeks flame as she shyly melt his molten gaze. Elena could feel the tension in Riddick as his animal clawed at the surface of his being, see the absolutely feral expression that darkened his face in a look full of naked arousal. 

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he snarled. His thick fingers brushed against her wetness, exploring her slowly and gently, maddeningly. Elena’s muscles clenched at the sensation and she whined, desperate for more. With a smirk, Riddick parted her, swiping up from opening to clit, eliciting a sharp gasp. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, glistening in the dim lighting, and sucked them into his mouth, a deep, rumbling groan coming from his throat as his silver eyes bore into hers. 

Elena could only stare, open mouthed, as she watched the most erotic thing she had ever seen. Her entire body flushed with heat, her core gushed with want and her lower muscles clenched deliciously. 

With a shit-eating grin, Riddick pressed his fingers back to her core, messily slipping them all along her flesh, without breaking eye contact. 

“Messy girl. All this for me, darlin’?” he mused. Elena felt her body flush in what could only be embarrassment. He chuckled at her response. “Could eat you for days. Taste and smell so fuckin’ good. Could get fuckin lost in this little pussy.”

She started to squirm, his light exploration making her want to scream. 

“Riddick… Riddick, please ,” Elena gasped. Her hands had fisted in the sheets under her, her body beginning to tremble. His other hand squeezed her hip and pushed her deeper into the mattress, locking her into place as he pressed fully onto her clit, drawing small, tight circles around the little bud. Elena almost bowed off the bed had it not been for him holding her down. She flung back her head with a cry. 

“What did I say?” Riddick’s growl cut through the haze of pleasure as his fingers immediately stopped. Elena whined as she opened her eyes and tilted her chin to meet his thunderous face. 

“Eyes on you,” she whispered. He slowly replaced his fingers with his thumb, rubbing those tight circles on her clit that made her want to scream. 

“That’s right. Wanna see your face when you come for me,” he growled. 

She felt one thick finger at her entrance, felt the intrusion as he slid it inside her. She stiffened at the foreign feeling. That warm rumble swirled around her body again, coaxing her to relax, as the hand holding her hip brushed up and down her side soothingly. A sweet combination that had her sinking into the mattress, her muscles unknitting as she made the decision to trust him. 

Riddick’s pleased growl made her absolutely ache. He bent down, his thumb still swirling lightly, and brushed his lips along her mouth, trailing them to the juncture of her neck and shoulder and kissed the spot he had bitten. 

“That’s a girl. I’ve got you,” he murmured against her skin. Elena could have cried, could have laughed, at how gentle he was with her. She felt cherished and safe in his massive arms. 

Riddick rose up on a forearm to look down at her spread out for him on the bed. Slowly, so very slowly, he pushed that thick finger deeper and drug it back out, repeating the motion as Elena began to pant, the mixture of him stretching her with just a finger and the continued swirls of his thumb against her clit completely overwhelming. When her hips began to meet the push of his finger, Riddick slowly added a second, the stretch stinging in such a way that it morphed into pleasure. 

Elena grabbed onto his shoulders, moans falling from her lips as he worked her body into a fervor. Her eyes remained on him, as he had told her to, her body clenching as she watched that pink tongue lick his lips before biting down on his full bottom lip. She was undulating under him, fighting against the unrelenting weight of his body that anchored her to the mattress, chasing the release he was giving to her. Higher and higher and higher she climbed, her breath coming in quick pants, her voice a mixture of “ yes ” and “ please ” and “ Riddick ” as she stood at the precipice, begging for something she couldn’t name. 

“Come all over my hand, pretty girl. I want you to gush all over my fuckin’ hand when you scream my name,” Riddick snarled. 

And she was finished. That coil in her lower belly snapped and she threw back her head, arching her back and pressing her chest into the beast of a man that loomed over her. She felt the pleasure skip along her skin, her muscles clamping down around his thick fingers, and she screamed, overcome by the simple touch of him. 

Riddick didn’t let up as she rode out her orgasm, pumping his fingers in and out steadily as his thumb pressed into her clit, drawing out her climax until she was shivering and crying out at the over-stimulation. Only when her hands pushed at his chest did he slow his ministrations, pressing his mouth to her neck, her cheeks, her lips, her forehead, in slow, almost drunk-like kisses. 

Riddick rose up again from her, his chest seeming to almost vibrate in what felt like a purr of pleasure as his large hands raked up and down her body, stimulating her skin. “So soft,” he rumbled, eyes traveling all over her. Each press of his hands began a new heat in Elena’s belly as she watched him watch her. 

Then her brow furrowed. Riddick mirrored her expression, concern touching his face. 

“I wanna see you too.” Was she pouting? Who was this person??

That decadent chuckle reached her ears as Riddick raised his hand to grasp the back of his shirt at the neck, tugging it off of him in such a masculine movement that Elena felt her breath leave her lungs. 

He may have been obviously huge while clothed, but seeing him bare chested before her only increased the power radiating from him. His chest was just as bulky as the rest of him, tapering into a lean, muscular waist, skin riddled with scars, stories of his life that Elena was so very interested in. She was almost surprised at the black chest hair as it peppered his chest and left a trail starting at his navel and dipping below his pants. She felt her chest rise and fall quickly, her breath coming in shorter pants as her eyes drank him in. She felt her fingers tingle, itching to touch him, but suddenly felt shy, twisting the digits with each other over her stomach. 

Riddick caught her wrists, effortlessly raising her body into a sitting position, and he pressed her palms to his chest. His smirk bloomed again as he palmed the back of her neck and drew her into an obliterating kiss, this one just as full of aggression and passion as their first. 

As he coaxed her tongue to entangle with his own, Elena trailed her fingers all over his skin, brushing along his pecs, his nipples, his abs, everything. She explored every dip and divet she could find with her hands, resulting in low groans from Riddick’s throat, sounds that zipped straight to her clit. When her fingers hesitated at his waistline, those massive hands pushed her back down into the mattress. 

He followed her, his kisses leaving her breathless, mewling for more. Riddick pressed his hard body against her, his warm, delicious weight and the feel of his chest dragging across her nipples making Elena shiver. His hand rose to grasp the nape of her neck, adjusting her so her throat and his favorite place were open to him as he nipped and sucked his way down the column of her neck. He traveled further down, lapping at the skin of her breasts, dragging his lips across her belly, down, down, down, until he slipped his arms under each of her legs and threw them over his broad shoulders, settling between her thighs. 

The sight alone of his head between her legs would have been enough to undo her, but Riddick kept his eyes riveted to her own, mouth twisted in a wicked grin. Gaze still locked on her, he moved his head to give a lewd lick up the inside of her thigh, ending the caress with a bite that made her hips buck. He chuckled at her reaction, one hand traveling up to splay across her stomach, pressing her back down so she was completely open to him as he did the same to her other thigh. Elena squirmed underneath him as the sensitive skin smarted in such a way that only increased the pleasure of feeling his skin on hers. But she kept her eyes on his, knowing his order was still in place for this. 

Elena felt her breath completely leave her lungs as Riddick leaned down and swiped up through her core with the flat of his tongue. A heavy groan rumbled through his chest as her thighs shook around him, overwhelmed, undone. Her hands grasped at his fingers that gripped the top of her thigh and the ones that splayed across her stomach, not to move him away, but to ground herself. Riddick intertwined their fingers and held onto her as he dove back in. 

His mouth was hot and wet, his tongue running up and down her slit, bullying her clit and dipping into her opening. The sounds he made as he ate her sounded like an animal feasting on flesh. Suddenly, his lips enclosed around her swollen bundle of nerves and sucked, his glorious gaze locked onto her. 

“Riddick!” She gasped, hips fighting against his hold, a sound almost like a wail threatening to unleash from her throat. His assault didn’t end, his tongue battered her clit as his lips continued to suck, throwing Elena to the precipice she had just been on a few moments ago. She was going to come, hard and fast. 

“Riddick! Riddick, p lease— I’m gonna— I need — I need your fingers. Please .” She was desperate to come again, her body undulating, writhing beneath his weight, begging for something thick to come around. A deep growl rumbled through his body as Riddick sank both fingers into her once more, stretching her, and like white hot lightning, she snapped. 

Elena chanted his name as those delicious shocks echoed through her body, her channel bearing down around his fingers, her hands gripping his own as her legs drew up and her toes curled. His fantastic tongue still flicked steadily against her clit, giving her more and more as she came on his face. He pushed her through more and more aftershocks until a high whine erupted from her throat, the overstimulation too much for her to handle. Riddick released her clit and dropped a sweet kiss on the inside of her thighs, those silver eyes roving her face as he gave her a lazy, self-satisfied grin. Elena flushed as she recognized the sheen on his face from her wetness, tracked the movement as his tongue and hands worked to clean himself off in a way that made it seem like he was licking his plate clean from a delicious meal he had just gorged himself on. A jungle cat licking the cream.

Elena whined when Riddick left her, rising to stand next to the bed. A warm rumble soothed the strain for a moment and her eyes landed on his massive hands as they reached for his belt. Suddenly, she couldn’t wait for him to be as naked as she was, desperately aching to see him, biting her bottom lip to suppress the moan that was threatening at the back of her throat. 

Quick as a flash, Riddick undid his belt, shoving his clothes to the ground and stepped out of them. At some point his boots had come off, Elena too lost to have noticed.

Elena forgot how to breathe. 

He was huge . Long and so very thick, his dick didn’t even seem real. She felt like she was drooling as one massive hand wrapped around his veiny member and gave a couple shallow pumps. A low growl beckoned her eyes to meet his. 

“Gonna split you in half, pretty girl. Blow my load in that tight little pussy,” he snarled, hand still pumping up and down his cock, the wide, thick flushed head leaking pre-come. “Gonna mark you as mine. Mine. ”

Maybe that would have been scary in literally any other situation, but it only served to light a new fuse in Elena’s body as she flushed at his words. Her thighs closed and rubbed together, trying to create some type of new friction. 

“Yours,” she whispered. Elena expected him to fall upon her quickly, but no, he stalked towards her on the bed, still pumping that scarily large organ in his hand. He wasn’t done talking. 

“Gonna take my fuckin’ time with your cunt. Fuck you into that mattress again, and again, and again, until you can’t walk.”

Elena whimpered. Wanting, no needing , him to touch her as she reached out for him. Riddick let her grab his hand, following her down to the mattress, kneeling in between her thighs. His massive bulk loomed over her as he positioned her legs around his powerful thighs. Riddick let his massive dick slap against her soaking folds, making Elena gasp and roll her hips, loving the feeling of his velvet soft but iron hard member against her. 

Using his hand at the base of his cock, Riddick pushed his thick member in between her slick folds and thrust his hips forward, giving Elena a delicious slide that made her fist the sheets under her. He continued this motion, slowly thrusting against her and nudging the head of his dick against her swollen and aching clit, making a mess in between her thighs. Suddenly, he stopped, as if an idea had come to mind. His silver gaze refocused on her. 

“You’ve never taken a man.” It wasn’t a question, but Elena felt obligated to answer. Her eyes dropped to his chest, feeling almost embarrassed. 

“No,” she whispered. 

A low rumble, one that brushed over her heart with a warm and gentleness that made her breathless. 

“Fuckin’ good ,” Riddick growled, his hands trailing up her legs to rest on her thighs with a squeeze. Elena felt almost nervous, the weight of the act she was about to engage in finally settling in her mind. 

“I’m not gonna hurt you. Gonna open you up real slow-like, til you’re beggin’ me to fuck you hard,” Riddick crooned. Elena felt heat lick up her back, even as her muscles settled in a way that showcased how much she trusted him. 

With a roll of his hips, Elena felt the base of him drag against her once more, only to notch at her opening, the wide, blunt head of him ready to stretch her to oblivion. 

“Eyes on me, Elena. Wanna see you when I take you,” Riddick growled at her and she obeyed immediately, needing to see him to not panic out of something she really, really wanted to do. She felt the intensity rise in the room, if that was even possible.  

Not breaking their connection, Riddick began to push into her, his thumb moving to rub gentle circles around her battered clit, offering a slight ease to the decadently stinging stretch that had started. He was so much larger than his two fingers. 

“There’s a girl. Relax,” he rumbled at her, his eyes never leaving her face. Elena started to get nervous, feeling herself stretch and continue to stretch as he pushed more of his inches inside. She rose up on her elbows. 

“Riddick— you’re too— I can’t—“

“Yes you can. Open up for me, pretty girl. Relax,” he murmured, that thumb circling with a much firmer touch. Elena fell back onto the mattress, her fingers scrabbling to intertwine with his that had gripped her hip. Riddick let out a shaky groan as he sunk further and further into her. She could feel him, coiled and tight, and recognized how much effort went into holding himself back to go slow to make sure he didn’t hurt her, that she felt safe. Elena felt her heart squeeze along with her inner muscles. 

Riddick gave a stuttering groan. 

“Easy,” he soothed, “Keep that up and I won’t last.” Elena tried her best to take a shuddering breath and relax. 

“There ya go. Good girl, relaxin’ for me.” A sheen of sweat coated his chest as his breath started to come in quick pants, Elena realizing he was just as overcome as she was. Riddick pressed onward. It felt like he would never stop. 

“Almost there,” he grunted, sliding inch by thick inch. Elena realized the odd keening sound was coming from her own mouth. And with a choking gasp, she felt him bottom out, a thick growl rumbling from his chest as he slid home to stillness. 

Riddick curled over her, catching her lips in a searing kiss, both hands making soothing caresses all over her body. He buried his face in her hair, lips brushing over the bite mark he had left and those hands grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms around his neck, anchoring her to him, grounding her trembling body as she adjusted to the sheer assault of sensation. 

His warm rumble washed over her yet again, coaxing her heart rate and breath to slow down. Riddick rose up on his forearms on either side of her head to search her face. 

“Alright?” 

Elena breathed out, eyes meeting his, nodding slightly. She felt so, so full. But there was no pain, not like some of the other indentureds liked to describe. She wiggled a little bit, experimentally, until a huge hand gripped her hip to still her. That wicked grin touched his face. 

“Fuckin’ perfect . Like you were made for me,” he growled above her. Riddick shifted his hips, making Elena cry out as the friction. He brushed his lips against hers again, the movement making his cock drag against her. She could feel her nails biting into the skin of his shoulders. “So fuckin’ tight. Grippin me like a fist. Gushin all around my dick.”

Elena started to feel antsy as pleasure began to skitter across her skin, her core beginning to pulse, heat licking up her back. He had her anchored to the mattress, so she couldn’t move. 

“ Riddick —“ she gasped. An amused hum was all the response she got. 

“Riddick, please .” His lips brushed hers, pressing his smirk into her mouth. 

“Please, what?”

She was undone. Desperate. Needy. Only for him. “Please, move, Riddick. Please just fucking move.”

A soft, dark chuckle. “Yes ma’am.” 

The drag of his cock as he started to withdraw blinded her with white hot pleasure. Elena could feel herself bearing down, her muscles trying to suck him back into her. Soon, he was notched back at her entrance, and with a growl he pushed back in, slowly bottoming out once more. He set the most maddeningly slow pace, dragging out of her and slowly pushing back in. 

Elena sobbed out her pleasure as she felt every ridge, every vein, and throb of him inside of her. Her hips began to rise to meet his, needing something else, something more. She grew frustrated as she looked at him. His rumble filled her ears:

“Beg for what you want, darlin’.”

“ I need— I need you to move, dammit,” she cried. Another sinful chuckle as a wolffish grin graced his features. 

“I am moving.”

“Y—you know what I mean, you bastard,” Elena gasped, her nails digging into her shoulders, hard enough to leave a mark. “ Please. ”

A humming noise that should have had alarm bells blaring. He withdrew, shushing her whines at his absence, rearing up on his knees, placing that broad head of his cock at her entrance. With a snap of his hips, Riddick bottomed out in an instant. 

Elena screamed as she flew off an edge she didn’t know she was even on. Riddick gave her no mercy, setting a slow, but hard pace as he rode her through her orgasm, a deep growl vibrating through him as she clamped down on him, her muscles trying to keep him inside as she fluttered around him. At each snap of his hips, he would grind his pelvis into her clit, making her writhe as it became too much. 

“Gonna give me another one, pretty girl?” He snarled, hips speeding up to piston in and out of her channel. Elena sobbed, completely undone. Each drag and stretch of his cock inside of her completely obliterating her. 

“I— I don’t know if I can,” she plead. 

“You can. You will.” 

One of his massive hands circled her throat, squeezing, and Elena felt her eyes roll in the back of her head. His thrusts were hard and fast, truly fucking her into the mattress, his growls and her moans permeating the air. The lewd slap of skin filled her ears. 

Suddenly, she was in a gorgeous place, a warm place full of pleasure with hazy edges. Her hand grabbed his wrist, not to take it away, but to hang on, to ground herself as she started to float. 

“Eyes on me.”

She felt like she was moving in slow motion, could feel every pulse of his cock as he fucked into her. With effort, she drug her eyes to meet those molten silver ones. 

“There’s my girl,” Riddick crooned, his brow furrowed as he panted his pleasure, his muscled abs flexing with every hard thrust. His other thumb circled her lips. “Suck.” Without a thought, Elena opened her mouth and drew the thick digit in, swirling it with her tongue. 

“ Fuck ,” he breathed out, jerking his thumb out of her mouth with a pop. He brought the glistening digit down to her clit and pressed rough circles onto the swollen bud, the hand around her throat squeezing harder. Elena practically convulsed as she wailed for him, trying to keep her eyes on his. 

“Come for me, pretty girl. Want you to milk me dry,” he growled. 

And Elena shattered into a million pieces and was reformed, a scream of his name ripping through her throat as pleasure exploded out of every pore of her skin. It felt like it went on forever, even as his hips began to stutter and he let out a roar, his teeth finding that juncture of her neck and shoulder and breaking the skin as he bit down, his thrusts becoming more and more frantic. With that white hot pain, Elena felt like she came all over again, the hazy pleasure obliterating her mind until all she could do was float. 

Distantly, she felt a stretching sensation, like Riddick was somehow getting bigger. She was so, so full, impossibly full, like she might even tear. A rolling orgasm swept through her, her entire body trembling as her brain floated. 

Riddick finally came with a hedonistic groan, rope after rope of his hot seeding coating her walls, his hips undulating against hers even though they were locked together somehow. 

Elena let out a gasping sob as she felt another orgasm rip through her, making her clench down. Suddenly, she was surrounded by Riddick, held in his warm arms as he twisted them until she was laying on top of him, still connected. Elena buried her face in the crook of his neck, seeking the grounding smell of him, the smell of cloves and spice and motor oil (??) and sweat as her body continued to tremble and shake, tiny orgasms bubbling through her at her every shift. Riddick gave her a soothing rumble, his massive hands rubbing her back, squeezing the nape of her neck, brushing along her skin and her hair. She tucked her hands under her, relishing in the heat of his skin, as she gave a contented hum back at the massive man, nuzzling close. 

Riddick chuckled. 

“Took my knot so well, pretty girl,” his rumbled praise washed over her, making Elena shiver. 

Knot? She had a hard time understanding in her hazy mind. Was that what had locked them together?

Elena shifted her hips and unleashed a choked gasp as she came again at the slight movement, the aftershocks rippling through her exhausted body. 

A large hand squeezed the nape of her neck, stilling her. 

“Easy,” his amused voice made her feel oh so warm, and she snuggled closer. 

“Did I fuck you sweet, darlin?” He murmured, affection lacing his deep voice. She hid her face in her hands. “Mmm. Can’t be shy with me now.” His large hands kept petting her, making her preen for him. Finally, she felt brave enough to sit up and look down at him, bracing her hands on his chest, skin flushing as she saw desire all across his face at her naked body on display, still connected to each other in the most intimate of ways. 

She felt him harden inside of her, his knot threatening to make her explode with pleasure. He followed her up, massive hand wrapping around her throat as he began to move his hips ever so slightly, steadily. 

Elena cried out as she orgasmed again, but her greedy body chased the sensation, her hips moving with his as she keened at the overwhelming sensation. 

“My good girl,” Riddick murmured as he peppered her skin with kisses, meeting her mouth in a bruising kiss, drinking in her moans, filling her mouth with his groans. 

“Got a month before they’ll start asking questions. Gonna fuck you non-stop for a month. Gonna make you go into heat. Gonna fill up that belly with my seed.” He punctuated every phrase with a harder thrust, his mouth brushing against her own. She could feel his knot coming down, replaced with the decadent sensation of his dick moving more and more until he was snapping his hips up into hers, fucking up into her like she was just a toy. All Elena could do was hang on to his shoulders, gasping her agreement, feeling like she was perpetually coming. 

Riddick flipped them effortlessly, driving into her with such force Elena started to scream her pleasure. His mouth found her ear. 

“Who do you belong to?” He snarled. 

“You,” she gasped. “Only you.” Elena felt tears start to fall from the corners of her eyes. He drank them from her cheeks, increasing the impossible pace. He brought his hand between them, where they were joined, fingers brushing her abused clit. 

“And who do I belong to?”

“Me.” He pinched the bundle of nerves and Elena came with a wordless shout, Riddick following close behind as his knot billowed once again. 

He gave her a break after this, holding her trembling body and soothing her as she spiraled down from that hazy, delicious headspace. When his knot had deflated, he took her to the shower and washed her, large hands all over her as he cleaned her. Riddick washed her hair and combed it out, toweled her off, and carried her back to the bed. He left for only a moment with a soothing rumble when she whined at his absence to grab some fresh fruit and water for her to consume. When he was satisfied she was adequately cared for, the huge man slipped back into her bed and curled around her, bringing her back to his chest. Riddick kissed his mark on her neck and before Elena drifted off into sleep, she heard one last word. 

“Mine.”