Everything but the kitchen sink

after such long hiatus, sortof XD, this wulfy returns! hope you enjoy.
warnings: I guess I should warn you of a het. scene featuring Riddick...

Wolf pt3
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It had been two weeks since Xander rescued the sixteen year old, Riddick. It had been two weeks and the boy was testing the limits of Xander’s patience. It had been two weeks since Isis plowed head forward in luring Riddick into her bed. Wolf was getting irritated and frustrated. Isis somehow managed to interrupt any intimate moment Xander shared with Rafe for two weeks.

It was pissing him off. He decided to take it out on the newest member of his Pack. He had done so by disguising it as teaching the boy how to fight, how to brawl. The boy had needed to learn anyway; so Wolf killed two birds with one stone. Riddick had, barely, any fighting skills whatsoever. Apparently, he had been use to fighting teens in his own age range; not the experienced brawlers of the slam.

Xander had to teach him how unleash his primal side… His animal side… That was the only way the boy was going to live to see thirty.


Riddick slammed into the rock wall once again. Pain raced up his back as he pushed away from the wall and fell to his knees, spitting out the blood in his mouth. Panting, he struggled to catch his almost non-existing breath.

“Get up!” ordered Wolf as he stared at the boy with blank eyes, “You’re going to keep getting up until I say you can drop, boy! Now get to your fuckin’ feet!”

Groaning, Riddick pushed himself to his feet. Swaying, he had to catch himself against the same wall he had slammed into. The teen was learning the hard way that Wolf was a sadistic bastard of a teacher. He should have known better when he took up Xander on his offer of training; especially, with that almost fiendish grin on the older man’s face.

“Shut up.” He rasped as he glared out of the eye that blood wasn’t running into.

“Heh. You ballsy little punk,” chuckled the sadistic man, “tell me to shut up. If you want me to shut up, you’ve got to make me, boy.”

Riddick growled at the irritating man before him. His whole body was screaming in pain. It wanted to collapse on itself. It was his stubbornness, not will, which kept him on his feet. It was his will that had him throwing himself at Wolf in another attempt to hit the smug bastard. He wanted to wipe that sneer off that barely shaven face.

The boy went pass the older man as Wolf turned to the side. Riddick tripped over a rock. His tired, screaming body crashed into the dirty stone floor.

Shaking his head, Xander sighed as he bent down lift the boy by the waist of the boy’s pants. “You need to listen to your boy, boy. It can give you clues as to when you can push pass the pain and fatigue, and when it is suicide to try to push pass that last barrier. You can kill yourself if you don’t learn to listen to your body.

Xander raised the boy enough to slip his arm around the boy’s waist. He carried the boy like a ragdoll back to the “den”. The kid tried to struggle against his hold, but his growl put a stop to that. The boy went as limp as a string. Evidently, the teen noticed how futile it was to struggle in his exhausted and hurting state.

Wolf snickered softly, so softly, he knew the boy couldn’t hear him. The poor runt had a long way to go to even be considered a challenge. Once again, he found himself shaking his head. The runt was unbelievable in how he went through training. Even though Xander was somewhat impressed, the boy to needed to learn his limits and fast.

Reaching the den, Wolf dropped the whelp on the kid’s pallet in front the fire pit. He turned and left without saying anything to the grumbling teen. Xander was going on the prowl for Rafe. He needed some intimate time with his fuck buddy.

Watching Wolf stalk out the den, Riddick relaxed against his pallet. Something about that man had him on edge. Even if the older male had saved him from becoming somebody’s bitch, the man made him nervous. Xander, Wolf, whatever the hell he wanted to be called, was very close to his animal side. It was as if there was no distinction between the human and the animal. In certain ways, Xander did remind him of an earthian wolf Riddick had seen on a holo-vid when he was younger. Especially with the way Wolf established his authority/dominance amongst the denizens of the slam. The man even referred to the little group he collected as Pack.

Riddick had to wonder if he was going to develop an animalistic side such as Wolf’s. It was a scary thought for the orphan boy who always seemed to be alone in his life. Could he handle being any more different from the rest of the human species? Yes, he could. If it had to do with his survival, he was going to embrace his animalistic self with no regrets.

Yawning, Riddick drifted off to sleep. He could no longer fight against his hurting and tired body.

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Minutes or hours later, Riddick was pulled from his exhaustion induced sleep. Something hot and wet was wrapped around his throbbing cock. Moaning, his steel gray eyes snapped open. He looked down between his legs for the source of the pleasurable sensation.

There was Isis hold on to his dick with one hand and her mouth surrounding the mushroom like head. She pulled off with a soft pop. Her lips glistening wet from the combination of her saliva and his pre-come. She smiled up at him, her eyes glowing with desire.

“Hmm… You’re finally awake.” She purred, as she stroked his cock in slow, easy motions, “Right on time, too. You may be a scrawny kid, but you’re packing where it counts. You have a beautiful cock, Riddick, so long and thick!”

Her mouth stayed open, and her tongue ran up the shaft to the purple head of his dick. Huge drops of pre-come was caught by her tongue, and brought back into the hot cavern that was her mouth. She hummed in pleasure as she went back to slurping and licking his cock like it was a big lollipop.

Growling out his pleasure, Riddick arched up into her mouth. He enjoyed the warmth and suction as she worked her “magic” on his dick. He nearly howled when she took him deep in her throat. He came with such force that black spots danced in front of his eyes.

Pulling back some, she caught the taste of his semen on her tongue. Mewling, she swallowed mouthful after mouthful. Gently suckling until he finished, she released him with one last hard suck. Sitting back on her heels, she hummed as she licked her lips like a cat that got the cream. In a way, she did get the cream.

“Yum…” she cooed as she swayed in between the open legs of the panting teen. Her dark eyes were locked on his half-erect dick. She wanted more, something more fun for the both of them.

As she began to crawl her way up Riddick’s body, she was stopped by a low familiar growl that definitely didn’t belong to the teen.

“As amusing as it was to walk in as you were treating the runt to your world renowned blowjob,” rumbled Wolf as he prowled closer to the fire pit and, of course, the duo, I will not be amused if you proceed in taking further advantage of the boy, Isis. He is not one of your Johns.”

Isis pouted as she flopped down on the still dazed Riddick. “What if he wants it, Wolf? Are you going to stop us then?”

“If he knows what is best for himself, he would listen to what his senses are telling him about you.” Wolf stated, his eyes locked on Isis, “The scent of all those males is saturated in your flesh, Isis. It is a wonder he had even gotten a erection at all.”

“Isn’t it a wonder, hmm…” Rafe butted in as he came to a stand to the side and slightly behind of his Alpha.

“Why are you two so mean to me?” she whined and rolled off the confused Riddick. “You allow me near your pack, but you seem to hate me!”

“Because I can.” was Rafe’s uncaring answer.

“It’s complicated.” sighed Xander, “Sometimes, you remind me of someone from a long time ago. I didn’t necessarily love or hate them.”

Wolf started for his private section, but he stopped halfway there. His back to the room, he spoke over his shoulders. “You will go no further with the boy, Isis.” His voice was firm with a hard edge to it. It spoke of harsh punishment if she went against his command.

Isis didn’t really have a choice. Under his protection, she had a choice in whether accepting her partners. She could say no and have the men accept it. They stopped in fear of Wolf. Wolf was an Alpha, who not even the guards fucked with.

“Does anyone care about my opinions, and how I want to live my life?!” raged Riddick as he sat up, his penis still out of his pants.

“No.” came Xander’s blunt reply.

“No.” laughed Rafe as he sauntered towards Wolf’s private lair.

“What the hell?” grumbled Riddick as he tucked himself back into his pants, and then fell against his pallet. “It’s my life damnit!”