Riddick was as horny as hell. Watching the brunette come had been unbearably erotic. His rock hard cock was tucked up tight against his warm, moist flesh, just aching to be let out. His legendary self control was leeching away moment by agonising moment. He'd really felt like jerking off, while he'd been watching them, and for him that was unusual.
Surprising the women had caused a surge of adrenaline to flood through his body. Now, kneeling beside them, the adrenaline high was receding. To be replaced by a renewed throbbing in his groin. He ran his tough calloused hands over their beautiful caramel and snow white skin. They rested hip to hip. Clara sat upright, astride Lucy; their bodies looked as if they were joined neatly together as one.
Riddick couldn't keep his hands off them. He could feel the tremors running through their bodies as he caressed them both. Clara's skin felt smooth and velvety, it was milk white in colour and tantalising. Lucy's mane of dark hair was her most impressive feature, it trailed across her shoulders and breasts and spilled out across the dew damp grass. Riddick was careful not to tangle his fingers in it while stroking her neck.
The iridescent moonlight created contrasting shadows on their skin. It highlighted their breasts and myriads of curves. Long blonde hair, swept back, across one anxious face was complimented by the dark thick curls of the other.
Still lying on her back, Lucy's gaze was courageous, holding Riddick's for just a little too long. Her earlier, boldly made, remark now forgotten in the tense atmosphere. To Riddick her well defined cheek bones and an aquiline nose, sat badly with her suspicious eyes. They remained together, content with their close contact; awaiting his next move. Neither displayed any outwards signs of fear. He was perfectly aware of how other people viewed him, especially women. He could snap their necks, or find their sweet spot with his shiv, in the blink of an eye.
Riddick fondled them both, spoilt for choice. He didn't lie to himself. He'd followed the women for one reason and one reason only. They had looked fun and obliging and he was intent on asking. He was getting real tired of paying for it. Riddick's sex drive was almost as legendary as his skill with a shiv, unfortunately it wasn't so much of a crowd puller.
Riddick walked a fine line in his sexual encounters. Even if he never had to hold a woman down, he would take what he wanted if not given freely. Usually merely gazing at his next conquest with his preternatural eyes was enough to encourage submission.
Tonight, Riddick's mood was better than it had been in a long while. He was intent on making sure the women enjoyed themselves as well. His only reservation was what one would do whilst he was playing with the other. Even he wasn't strong enough to fuck one woman and hang on to a second. Would she try and run, leave her friend behind? Riddick wasn't sure.
Riddick moved closer to Clara putting his arm around her, pulling her gently backwards for better access. He bent his head to where the two women were joined, two heads of different coloured curls ready for exploration. He inhaled deeply and then swirling his tongue quickly across both their labia's he tasted them both. His tongue began to push in amongst their folds and his teeth grazed the lips of their sex. He held them firmly, his fingers digging in to the flesh of their upper arms. He would not allow them movement either for their enjoyment or as a chance to escape.
His efforts were rewarded with soft sighs from both of them. Out of the corner of his eye he could see them finding each others hands, their fingers entwining. He was unsure if this was in lust or reassurance, either way he didn't care. With a smile on his busy lips Riddick continued to suck and lick flicking his tongue roughly over their clits. He probed deeper, first with Clara, savouring their taste. Tonguing both of them at the same time was the pinnacle of arousal for Riddick.
He gripped Clara harder as she began to squirm. She was dripping wet and Riddick lapped at her. Her skin was flushed with excitement. Her hands gripped his shoulder tightly. Riddick hissed as her nails dug into his flesh. He released Clara and she slumped backwards. Moving to kneel next to her, her began massaging her thighs with his large hands, running them up her torso and then, teasingly, back down.
He looked over to Lucy, who had sat up, but otherwise remained static, waiting for Riddick's direction. With a sharp jerk of his head he motioned that she should join him. She rolled on to her knees lightly and wriggled over to her friend. Taking one hand off Clara's body he wrapped it around Lucy's wrist. That was all Riddick felt he needed, for control of her again.
He stopped his massaging of Lucy's body, with his remaining hand, and quickly sank his fingers into her. He began to rhythmically twist them and slide in and out of her tightness, while his mouth found a hard nipple. Riddick didn't know what was the more arousing; watching his hands sink into her, or to feel her slick wetness running down his wrist.
As he worked on Clara, Riddick could hear Lucy breathing hard again. She was becoming very aroused again. Riddick looked at her, she stared back. Her posture was sullen and he eyes blank. From her demeanour he got the feeling she was jealous at Clara's response to him.
"Don't you like me playing with your toy?" He asked. Lucy narrowed her eyes but didn't answer.
