Who: Elaine ssadabsiannataz & Riddick riddickr What: A Hot Day Gets Hotter When: September Where: Elaine's Place Rating: Mature Audiences Warnings: Sexual content which does fade to black eventually. Status: Complete Upon Posting
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Elaine had set up a cooling spell to keep her cabin cool in the hot weather, but it was still hot enough she was working around the house in shorter shorts and a thin tank top, the cool floor felt good under her bare feet. She had begun to embed a gold circle into the floor in one corner of the cabin, outside that was silver then steel. It was long, hard work.
She'd carved out each circle by hand, and despite the heat, was using magic to heat the fire hot enough to melt the various metals in large pots. The back of her shirt stuck to her, sweat beaded her brow and trickled down her neck. But she knew it needed to be done by hand, so she worked.
She rocked back on her heels, and wiped her hand across her face, a thin trail of gold came off her hand and stuck to her face like an oil steak. Her long hair was piled into a messy bun, with strands hanging down plastered to her face.
She heaved herself to her feet and carefully lifted the pot off the fire and painstakingly poured it into the ring she'd carved into the floor, when she was done she had flecks of gold on her skin and one chunk of hair coated in it.
Elaine hung the pot back over the fire and went to fetch a glass of lemonade. She'd pulled all the curtains open, tying them back to let the leaf filtered light in, windows open to let any breeze in.
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"Smells like you're burning out a dragon's treasure trove."
Riddick had never seen a dragon. Monsters of mythology fascinated him so he knew what they were meant to look like, how they were supposed to work, even what was the best way to slay them. Knights in the stories were the ones who were always trying to eradicate the world of evil dragons. Slaying them with their swords to remove their heads, stop them from burning down villages, save all the innocent lives.
Dragons fascinated him in the stories because they were presumed evil yet all they wanted was gold, jewels, sometimes virgin sacrifices.
They sounded a lot like people to Riddick.
He didn't really see the difference.
Running a finger over the edge of the doorway to the cabin, Riddick could feel the wood itself almost sweating, "You want to talk about your arts and crafts project, witchy woman, or is this on a need-to-know basis?"
~*~ She almost dropped the lemonade in surprise but looked back to smile at him. “Dragons are real in my dreams, though I do not know if they have treasure like this. I've never asked.” She said with a laugh.
Then she set the glass down. “They're summoning circles, figure it can't hurt to try to see if I can summon anything here, worst comes to worse I can use it for protecting my sensitive cameras.”
She pushed off the counter to wander over his way. “You look tired, come in, let me take care of you.” Elaine held out a hand, expecting to be pulled, and not minding in the least. He was so very good to her it was delightful.
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Summoning things sounded interesting to Riddick. He'd like to summon up some fresh prey every now and again to feed to his friend's dragon. Francis was fast becoming his favorite playmate. Elaine might get to meet him. Eventually. Riddick was still not sure how he'd react to having another male near his witch. Their scent could get on her and he'd have a bad reaction to that.
Riddick was all animal when it came to Elaine.
Pulling at her offered hand, Riddick allowed himself to take advantage of her offer for comfort. He twirled her so her back hit his chest, their interlocked hands crossing her front under her breasts. Riddick buried his face in the damp line between her shoulderblades. She smelled earthier than usual due to the laborious task she'd been undertaking. It made him want to taste her so he gave in to the urge to follow the trail of a bead of sweat down her neck from her messy hair.
"You taste good enough to eat. I think the only thing I'd want to summon right now would be you. Lucky me: I've already found you."
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She let him pull her to him, smiling a little at their hands as she settled against his chest. Elaine was a gentle soul, though she had a strong, stubborn streak. She tilted her head down to let him nuzzle against her neck. She'd been hot, and sweaty for hours now. But she didn't mind his warmth on her back.
Elaine shivered under his tongue and laughed softly. “You are welcome to take a taste, I need a break anyways, I found the perfect distraction.” She licked her lips at her own boldness, smiling.
“I do hope you enjoy what you taste, maybe come back for seconds.” She looked over her shoulder at him, grinning wickedly. She didn't mind teasing him from time to time, it made her feel wanted, needed.
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Riddick couldn't stop himself from coming back for more from Elaine. The more the witch offered him of herself, the more Riddick wanted to take. Touching her was similar to holding the entire world in his hands. She felt more solid than the earth beneath his feet, more real than the air which filled his lungs, and tasted better than any food he'd ever eaten. Riddick was addicted to her in a way which filled him with terror any time he let himself dwell on it too long.
"I can't stop coming back for seconds from you. Or thirds. Or fourths. When I catch your scent, witchy woman? It doesn't matter how much I've already had: I'm always starving when I'm around you."
It was true, too. Riddick untangled his hand from hers to reach for the hem of her top. He pulled at it gently to try to take it off her. Elaine rarely seemed shy around him. There were times when Riddick had watched her wander her house completely nude with all her curtains open for anyone to see---if anyone else would have ever been able to happen by her remote cabin home which they didn't, hadn't, wouldn't if Riddick had anything to say about it.
"When I'm around, are you hungry too?"
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Elaine was only comfortable in her skin while in her home. She couldn't do it anywhere else, but that was fine. The only person who saw, she didn't mind him watching. He brought her comfort she hadn't expected to find.
She blushed, the red reaching her throat. “I'm pleased that you find me so delectable that you can't help but to come back for more.” She untangled her hands and let him tug the shirt over her head. She no longer hid her scars from him.
He could look all he pleased.
“I'm famished when you are around.” she admitted with a wicked grin.
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His hands cupped her breasts, thumbs moving over her nipples back and forth to feel the flesh harden in reaction. There was nothing more sensual than feeling a woman's full breasts responding to his touch. Riddick pressed his groin against Elaine's ass, letting her feel his cock growing thick in his pants. He mouthed at her neck, sucking marks into her flushed skin which would last for days while he rubbed and tugged and toyed with her tits.
"I could do this for hours."
It was almost a warning. Riddick had more stamina than a human. He'd come from a race whose motto was designed to prove themselves in battle and life was a battle to be won to them. They had spent plenty of time tangled together since becoming lovers. Elaine didn't seem to mind he liked her body, took pleasure from it. She seemed to like his well enough which figured since Riddick knew he couldn't be in better physical shape.
If Elaine didn't like men built the way he was, Riddick couldn't help that. He could help if she had a good time with him.
"What could you do for hours with me, witchy woman? I like touching your tits. What do you like doing to me?"
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A groan escaped her lips as he cupped his hands around her breasts, he could play her like he knew her better than she knew herself. That was perfectly acceptable to her. She wanted nothing more than his hands on her flesh at the moment.
Elaine loved his body, him wholly. He was perfect while she felt less so. But that never stopped her from enjoying what his talented hands did to her. It didn't take long for her to squirm under his attention.
“Mm I'm mostly human, I wonder if I could last for a while longer yet.” She arched her back, giving him more of grip on her tits while making sure he knew just how much she loved this.
“I'd try to keep up, but I could run my hands over your strength for hours, you're a delight to touch.” She hammered that home when she turned and nipped at his jaw.
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Elaine knew how to keep Riddick from feeling caged. She calmed the animal in him without trying to tame the beast which was its own kind of magic. Riddick knew he was a lucky sonofabitch for having found the witch. Her stormcloud scent drenched the air around him; her sweat made her skin a contrast of cold and hot, wet and dry. Riddick wanted to spend hours letting her use her teeth on him, her mouth, her hands with their callouses and scars.
"I don't care what you are or aren't. You're all mine. That's the only thing that matters to me."
He stripped his shirt off to drop it to her floor. The touch of her chest to his was enough to have him groaning. Riddick didn't pick her up. She gave too much in their arrangement so to speak. This time? He wanted to give her something.
"What do you want? From me? I'll give you anything. This time? You're in charge. I figure I've taken every time everything I want. It's time I give you a chance to take something for yourself."
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Elaine gave him a patient smile, she never needed him to give her anything. He gave her plenty of attention. He made sure she enjoyed herself as he enjoyed her, it was one thing she liked about him. She knew he didn't consider himself a gentleman, but he took care of her like one. Even if it was more often rough and wild, but she liked it that way.
Long fingers ran over his skin, tracing the lines of muscle, admiring each hard line. He took care of himself, whether by nature or focused attempt, she didn't really care. She'd long come to, when she had allowed herself to look, love the look of a strong man. She'd spent so much time embedded with the military that it was hard to ignore.
She arched her neck up, stealing a kiss from him, stopping him from saying anything else. She didn't care what he said, she was content. Words were tiresome when you had actions instead that were more readily interesting.
Elaine dragged her nails down his sides, catching lazily on the waist of his pants, grinning against his lips as she slid a finger between them and his flesh.
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Riddick made a sound of amusement which someone who didn't know him as well as Elaine did might have taken for contempt. His mouth tipped up on one side at the irony of what she was saying with her actions instead of her words. She liked his dick, huh? There was no man anywhere of any species who wouldn't be flattered by that. It wasn't something women said and really meant in Riddick's experience.
Pros said it to get Johns to pay more.
Nothing but truth sang out of Elaine's hands moving over his body which made him believe her even if she didn't use the words to say she liked how he looked, how he felt, anything at all.
"Really? That's what you like, huh? That's what you want? Go on then, witchy woman. Take it."
He undid the button on his pants, pulling them apart to hear the zipper going down as if the material were being torn apart instead of simply undone. That was how Elaine touched him. She tore him apart as she touched him so gently. All his armor fell off in the face of her gentle care and Riddick couldn't bring himself to pick up any of the pieces again. Riddick knew he could trust her completely regardless of his disinclination to trust anyone completely. Ever. "I'm always glad to give you what you want. Especially when it's what every male breathing wants to give his woman---or partner. I'm open-minded in addition to the luckiest male alive."
Riddick waited with baited breath as Elaine moved in a way he couldn't put words to and focused on how he was so very glad he was the luckiest male alive.
"Thought today was gonna be another hot day in the Hell that's my life, but you've changed my mind. One more good day to try to fight back the bad? I'll take it. Just like you. I'll give you what you want and then? I get to take you for what I want. All's fair in love and war, witch. Know that."
It was all fair to Riddick which meant it had to be fair. His eyes saw through fiction right to the facts every time.