Gyn Wolf's story: Chapter Seventeen-Finale
“Well, that was messy,” Ven commented as they threw the last shovel of
dirt over James’ shallow grave.
They’d hauled his body quite a ways into the woods and dealt with him there.
Animals would pick up his scent soon and he’d be steak.
Jack was shaking her head at the table when the entered again, Brand sitting
across from her. “That was gross,” she murmured.
“I told you to stay inside, Jack,” Gyn answered, sitting down also. Riddick
moved to stand behind her, placing his large hands on her shoulders. They
trembled slightly beneath his hands.
“You okay?” he asked, bending over to place his mouth near her ear. She
nodded slowly.
Brand looked at Jack. “Are you going to be all right?”
Jack looked up at Brand in surprise. “Uh, yeah. I think so, I just hadn’t
seen anything like that since...” she trailed off and shuddered.
Riddick nodded. “Yeah, kid, I know. But you should of listened to Gyn.”
“I know, Riddick. It’s just that I wanted to see, but when I saw his- his...
intestines hanging out like that...” Jack shuddered again. “It was bad. You
three were out there a long time with him.”
Gyn ground her teeth together. “He messed with my family. That was to much. He
went to far. I don’t want to ever have to do that again. I’m sick of the
killing.” She dropped her head to her arms on the table and closed her eyes.
Ven reached out and grabbed her sister’s hand. “I think we all are.”
Brand nodded, agreeing silently. He’d watched a lot of James’ death, but
when Jack had come out and barfed her jerky, he’d taken her back in, feeling
sick himself. It had been to much for even him at the end. He shuddered at the
memory. Gyn had learned a lot of things while she was gone, and Riddick had some
gross knowledge, too. Brand shuddered again.
“Well, it’s over now,” Ven stated and Gyn raised her head slowly and
smiled wanly. Riddick squeezed her shoulders.
“Over,” Gyn repeated. “Finally over.”
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Riddick stood on the front porch. Ven, Brand, and Gyn were all staying here.
They’d stay here forever or until more Rangers came. Whichever came first. He
didn’t know about Jack, but he was sure she’d be welcome here. Where he went
from here was still a mystery to everyone, including himself.
He really cared about Gyn. There wasn’t anything out there for him, he though,
staring beyond the sky to the stars he knew lay ahead of the blue sky. And he
liked this place. It was quiet. No one knew him, the light wasn’t bright. He
could almost walk around without his goggles in midday.
It has been three weeks since they’d landed on Crip and everyone seemed to
have relaxed. Riddick hadn’t realized how tense Gyn had been until she began
to unwind here. She smiled, laughed, teased. Acted almost completely like
someone who hadn’t dealt with so much in her life, hadn’t lost so much,
killed so much. He could feel the change in himself, as well. Riddick had let
his defenses drop bit by bit, and now he was comfortable. It was like being
free, completely uninhibited. He was reluctant to leave, but Gyn hadn’t asked
him to stay.
Riddick started when he felt warm hands circle his waist from behind and a
slight body press against his back. He relaxed again when he recognized Gyn’s
familiar scent. Even that was a change. Before, if anyone had gotten the jump on
him like that he’s have cursed himself for behind soft, but only after the
person behind him was on the ground with their throat slit.
“Mornin’, sexy,” Gyn purred against his throat before flicking out her
tongue to taste his skin.
Riddick placed his hands over hers and leaned back slightly, enjoying the warm
feel of her body against his, savoring it. He chuckled and arched slightly
forward when one slim hand slid below his waistband and stroked him sensuously.
“Mhmm... Mornin’,” he growled back.
They stood there together for a long time before Riddick turned and pushed Gyn
backwards until her back was against the wall. Then he proceeded to drive her
mad with his hands and mouth. “Stop that,” she moaned, “unless you’re
going to do something about it.”
“Who said I wasn’t?” Riddick rumbled against her throat.
“Here’s not good. The others...” she trailed off into a low groan as he
slid low then slid back up the length of her slowly, pressing very close to her.
“Fuck the others,” he answered. “They’re out for another hour.” Then
he adjusted his pants and hers and lifted her up until her legs were around his
hips before sliding into her slowly.
“Oh, God,” she breathed and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck,
arching her back so her breasts plumped against his chest.
“Look at me,” he commanded, sliding out of her slowly before pressing back
in. “I want to look at me.” The shade there, with his back to the sun was
sufficient and he pulled off his goggles and dropped them to the ground.
Gyn locked her eyes with Riddick’s and slid a hand over his head slowly. He
thrust into her hard over and over again, bringing her to orgasm quickly and
letting his own come over him at the same time. Her head fell back against the
wall and he leaned against her heavily, pressing her tight to the wall.
They didn’t move for a long time, locked together like that. “Please...”
Riddick lifted his head, hearing Gyn’s voice against his ear. Her eyes were
misty and she clung to him.
“Please,” she repeated quietly.
“Please what?” he asked, worried. What did she mean? Please go? Please move?
Please stay? He found himself praying for the later.
Gyn shook her head and looked away. “No, Gyn, look at me,” Riddick demanded
but she shook her head again, avoiding his eyes. He grabbed her chin in his hand
and forced her to look at him. She closed her eyes and a tear slipped out to
trail slowly down her smooth cheek. “Gyn, please-.” Riddick froze. He’d
never said please in his life.
“Please, Riddick,” she finally murmured, opening her eyes to stare
pleadingly into his. “Please, don’t go.”
Riddick’s chest expanded with his breath of relief before he crushed her to
him, his arms squeezing her like bands of iron. “I’ve been waiting for you
to ask me that for three weeks.”
“Thank God,” Gyn groaned and pulled his mouth to hers where she kissed him
passionately. “I was so scared you were going to leave here without me.” She
looked at him intensely. “I’d have followed you,” she confessed. “I’d
have left them again to get you back.”
Riddick wanted to jump tall buildings, fly, and in that moment he stopped hating
God. He let it go to become a man. Pure and simple, but above all, this
woman’s man. “Thank you,” he growled. “Thank you for asking me. I’ll
stay, because you’re here.”
“I love you, Richard B. Riddick, and if you ever run off, I’ll track you
down and drag you back,” Gyn told him.
Riddick laughed. “Same for you, Gyn. I love you to much to let you go...
Ever.”
The End
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