Fan Fiction ❯ Taking Over Me ❯ Chapter 4

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They stayed huddled on the roof until the Mercs moved farther down the street from them. It appeared that they finally gave up looking for them on the street and moved onto another section.

 

“So, what do we do now?” Calla asked. “Do we head back to the Basilica?”

 

A loud rumbling in the distance stopped Riddick before he could answer. They looked up as a Sarcophagus ship flew over head, releasing its passengers. Several dozen Necromongers were released from the ship and they quickly fanned out in search formation, much like the one they used to round up the citizens.

 

“Why do I have the feeling that they're not here to rescue us?” Riddick muttered, pulling Calla into the shadows.

 

“Can we really do this? I know we have our orders, but by law if one of us kills him we should get to keep the position, not give it to someone else.” Riddick heard one of the newer converts ask.

 

“Obedience without question.” Someone snapped.

 

“Besides, Lord Marshall has changed the faith. Someone like Vaako could easily restore the old beliefs.” Another stated.

 

Riddick's eyes narrowed behind his goggles. He tugged on Calla's arm and led her off the roof. They needed to find new clothing, not only did the ones they had on make them stand out, but it was nearly impossible to move properly. On top of that they're clothes made them stand out too much, especially Calla's. Her dress seemed to catch the faintest light and shimmer.

 

They moved silently through the streets entering one of the still empty houses. It didn't take them long to find what they needed. Calla found a pair of black pants, which while tight, still allowed her a lot of movement. She pulled a black tank top over her head and laid the dress out on the bed of the owner. She moved to the dressing table, undoing the clips from her hair, releasing the tight, elaborate hairstyle. Her hair fell around her pale face, framing it with soft curls.

 

She dug through a small jewellery box and she quickly found what she had been hoping for. She wrapped the hair tie around her wrist before adding the elaborate hair jewellery to the box. Who ever owned this room was in for a pleasant surprise when they returned. Calla had left behind elaborate finery in exchange for something much more plain and comfortable.

 

She left the room and walked to the one where she knew Riddick had searched. She briefly wondered if he had managed to find something to fit his muscular frame. She had to bite back her laughter when she realized that he was wearing clothing that was very similar to hers. She walked up behind him quietly. He was sitting in a chair staring out the window, obviously looking for signs of the people that pursued them.

 

She couldn't resist it any longer. Now that he was out of his Necromongers clothes he was much more at ease. She could see all his large and powerful muscles that were dangerous even though they were at rest.

 

Calla reached out her hand and ran it down his shoulder and across his neck. Riddick didn't flinch, but his breathing stopped for a minute as if he was trying to figure out if she was a threat or not. She felt his muscles relax back to their previous state and she ran her hand across his chest.

 

Riddick struggled to stay focused on what he needed to do, but her touch was slowly starting to distract him. It had been a long time since a woman touched him without some devious purpose behind it. Plenty of the Necromonger women had offered themselves to him after he had become Lord Marshall, but that was mostly to gain the status that would come with him. He had taken what he wanted from those women and dismissed them without a second thought, but he couldn't remember the last time a woman touched him the way Calla was.

 

She trailed a hand across the back of his neck as she walked around in front of him, looking out the window. “Have you seen anyone?”

 

Riddick said nothing; instead he grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his lap. Calla was mildly surprised, but at the same time glad that he had understood her subtle touches. He grabbed the back of her head roughly and pulled her head down to his lips. Calla grabbed the back of his head and quickly deepened the kiss, working out all the frustration that had built up in her since she had first laid eyes on him.

 

He reached down and roughly pulled her shirt over her head, running his hands over her breasts. Calla moaned and arched her back, pressing his hands harder against her body. He stood up, letting Calla's feet hit the floor. The two of them made quick work of their clothes, placing hard kisses on the other's lips. Riddick picked Calla up and pressed her against the wall. He captured her wrists between one hand and pulled them above her head.

 

Once he was sure that he had complete control he drove into her body. Calla cried out and arched her back, taking him deeper in. She tried in vain to free her wrists, she wanted to touch him, but he refused to let her go. He was the dominant figure, he always had been and he wasn't about to let this creature change that.

 

After several minutes he realized that he needed his hand to keep her balanced, so he released her hands. Her fingers went to his back, her nails cutting into his skin. Calla gasped as she felt the same sensation in her own flesh. Her gifts were causing her to feel everything that he felt, and vice versa. Riddick pressed his lips to hers in a bruising kiss, biting her bottom lip.

 

There was nothing gentle or loving about this act. The two of them had been fighting their pent up sexual frustration for too long and the intense moments they had shared over the past few hours only made it harder to resist. They became so lost in the moment they were sharing that they never noticed a man watching them from the building across from them.

 

The man's face broke out into a smirk as Calla's head fell back and she cried out as her orgasm ripped violently through her body. Riddick followed her and pressed his forehead to her neck, struggling to catch his breath. The man turned and left the building.

 

“I've got you now you bald bastard.”

 

“What now Toombs?” One of the mercs asked.

 

“Now we wait until his pretty little fuck toy is alone and we snatch her.” Toombs said. “Then the mouse will come looking for the trap.”

 

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Disclaimer: I don't own the Chronicles of Riddick, but I do own the plot of this story and all original characters that make an appearance.