River Rapids

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WARNING: The following work of fiction contains, extream violence, course language (at times), sexual sudgestions, nudety, and explicit sex. If you are under 18 (or whatever age is appropriate for your location), HIT YOUR BACK BROWSER BUTTON NOW. If you find explicit sex offensive, please don't offend yourself by reading further.



Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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River Rapids

Book 2



Chapter 12



Ver’On watched the three parted images intently, as Tan’ock lead the two young bloods below ground. He was quite impressed with Za’Besh’s foresight of using a native made piece of metal to secure the door closed, than to use their own weapons to do it. The young male showed promise with his ability to think on his fee.


He turned slightly, sensing movement behind him, to see M’Pa making his way across the floor. “I thought you’d be asleep till we returned to the ship,” he commented.


M’Pa stretched, popping his neck from side to side. El hated it when they did that. It made her cringe every time. “I would be,” he began, giving his head a shake, “I wok to El Crying.”


“Is she alright?”


“The baby tried to turn again.”


“And?”


“No change. Poor thing just hasn’t the room.”


“It will be over soon. Sa’ton will be able to deliver the baby safely. We just need to make her comfortable.”


“Such is getting harder to do.” Ver’On groaned to agree. “What is this?”


“Tan’ock’s hunt, and rescue. Because he disobeyed my orders, I told him I would observe.”


“He must not have liked that any.” Ver’On shook his head o. “They’ve split up.”


“Yes. Three bad bloods, three hunters, and early thirty Ooman females in restraints.”


“For what purpose?”


“Slave trading, or so I’ve been informed. El’s mentor, Ro’Com, his grand daughter has been taken. She is to be Tan’ock’s mate, and he’s not happy.”


M’Pa clicked his mandibles amusingly. “Neither would we be, should El be the one taken.” Ver’On let out a low growl, but it was not meant as a threat to M’Pa. “Ver’On, D’Nang is about to make a kill.”


They watched as the young blood easily took out the male he’d followed, then the image changed as he rushed passed several cells to one with a wounded female.


“He was quick,” Ver’On stated. “Even the collection of the trophy was smooth. I’m impressed.”


“Thank you,” M’Pa said proudly. “I drilled them on swift cleanings, so they didn’t waste too much time on a hunt with more than one prey.”


Ver'On nodded. So M’Pa didn’t just teach fighting styles. He’d have to observe some of his classes. While D’Nang began to tend the female he’d found, Za’Besh had also made a successful kill, defending a beaten female; who herself was quite feisty when cornered, despite her restraints. His prize collected, and the female freed, he left to join D’Nang.


“What happened to the Audio?” M’Pa asked, realizing the two young bloods were talking, but they could not hear.


“Interference from the translation program uploaded to their masks. All we hear is high frequency white noise. As long as I don’t’ receive audio from the monitoring feed, they can function.”


M’Pa groaned in disappointment. “We’ll have to get more translators and off lad that program.”


“Agreed.”


“We’ve lost picture from Tan’ock.” Ver’On quickly played back the last few seconds of Tan’ock’s recording. “Chonie is wounded! He’s not impressed with that.” Quickly he killed the link to D’Nang’s mask, and opened a communications line. “Ver’On to D’Nang. Tan’ock has broken contact. The female he’s after is wounded. Find him before he dishonors himself!”


“” came the reply, and the image from the young blood’s mask returned to the screen.


“I’ll prepare the medical room.”


“Very well. We can handle minor injuries until Ter’Oth’s return. When you’re done, return to bed.”


“I can help!”


“Your dreads are turning grey from exhaustion, my brother. Return to our mate, comfort her and rest yourself. W will need it for her birthing.”


M’Pa sighed. “You’re right. Thank you, my brother.”


The door closed to the bridge, Ver’On turned back to the screen, watching the two young bloods as they thread their way through the maze of halls and cells. He groaned as he glanced to the blank image where Tan’ock’s mask transmission should have been. ‘I’ll have to bead him unconscious,’ he thought, and clenched his fists. ‘Idiot.’






Quickly, yet quietly, Tan’ock followed the scuffed indentations on the dirt floor. The prey wasn’t to far now, he could smell him. He slowed his pace as he heard the cursing of the Ooman, and it wasn’t till then he realized he’d left his mask with Chonie. At the thought of her lying on the dirt, covered in red slashed wounds, made his blood rush hotter through his body. He rounded the last corner to the room his prey was in. He was working on a machine, pulling a string to get it to start, but it wasn’t co-operating.


“Fucking piece of SHIT!!” the Ooman yelled, kicking the machine. Another pull on the cord and the machine started, sputtering exhaust out a small pipe, before the lights came up along the walls. The Ooman turned, finding the ground sticky, only to face the remains of one of his cohorts.


“Jones,” he gasped. “Fuck me. What happened?” he took a leap to the ceiling, puling a weapon from a hiding place in the ceiling. Not spotting the huge hunter yet, he dropped down to the floor, priming the weapon. “DAVIS!” There was no answer. “WATCH YOUR ASS! Some sick fuckers go in here!” Still there was no response. “DAVIS!!”


Tan’ock clicked his tusks in delight. The young bloods must have gotten teir kills. Good. He could take his time.


The Ooman slowly turned to the sound, his heart already racing from adrenalin. Tan’ock hissed at him, spreading his mandibles, he readied for attack, extending his wrist blades. His body was mostly protected by armor, the parts that weren’t; arms and legs, could withstand a couple of hits form the Ooman’s projectile weapon. He just had to protect his head. Without his mask, his head was vulnerable.


“What the fuck?” the male gasped, turning the end of the weapon on Tan’ock.


The first shot completely missed him, sending chunks of dirt flying form the floor. The second shot, Tan’ock moved to avoid, otherwise he’d have been wounded in the right arm.


“STAND STILL!!! YOU UGLY MOTHER FUCKER!!!!!!”


Tan’ock knew that phrase, it seemed Oomans were under the impression that the males of his race enjoyed mating with their mothers. This not only made Tan’ock ill at the insinuation of it all, it made him furious, and he charged.


The weapon, apparently spent, the Ooman used the length of it to block the coming blades, then sent the wider end up into Tan’ock’s chin, before twisting away and running out the door.


Tan stretched his neck, popping the vertebrae of his spine. Ok, now he would die. Heeno would die, slowly; and he stalked off after him.


A short ways down the hall, he found the Ooman, apparently still holding the weapon, and he was trying to move a part on it. It must not have been spent after all, only jammed, and the Ooman was trying to free the mechanism. Just then the young bloods appeared in the doorways to cells on either side of the corridor. The females of the cells were freed, and they were keeping them back form the door so as not to get hurt. They both hissed at the male Ooman, but a warning howl of ‘HE’S MINE’ made them stay back.


The Ooman turned to fire the weapon again, only it didn’t work this time either. Resolved the weapon useless for its intended purpose, he threw it at Tan’ock, and continued to run.


Tan just knocked the weapon away, and continued on. The two young hunters directed the females in a safe direction, then followed Tan’ock.


The male stumbled through the halls till he found the main chamber. Then he headed for the door, but as he pulled the leaver to release the lock, he heard the clanging of the gears, as they strained against something, and refused to open.


Gasping in fear, his heart racing, he turned back to the main chamber, where Tan’ock and the other two were blocking the other door.


“Oh shit,” he stated, watching as a younger of the three handed the taller one a mask. Without taking his eyes from his prey, ten put his mask on, reconnecting the leads to the left side.


“What do you want form me!?” the Ooman shouted. “You ant a girl? Fuck, go ahead! I’ve got a dozen or so without buyers! Experiment on them! Cut them up!! HELL FUCK ‘EM FOR ALL I CARE!! Just leave me alone!!!”


Tan clenched his fists, knuckles popping, as he advanced on the pleading Ooman, the blades on his wrists retracting. It would feel good to crush the Ooman wit his bare hands. It would still be an honorable kill.


The Ooman began to side step around the room, keeping several arm lengths from Tan’ock. “Look, I don’t know were you come from, but lets face it. You – you’ve had to be away from home a long…long time. Big guy like you, man that’s gotta be frustrating.” Tan’ock flipped a table out of the way. “the pressure builds up, I know, I understand. Look, if you want to try one of them out…go ahead! We won’t stop you. Hell, I’ll even hold her down if you want!”


Tan’ock stopped. This Ooman…was offering him help in rapping a female! How sick could he get!!?


“You like that idea, hu? I can tell. Look, I got this new girl. She’s a bit on the sour side, but I’m sure her tight pussy will really satisfy you.” Tan’ock hissed. “Hey, I’m offering!” The male stopped, resting his hands on the cupboard counter behind him. If names are something your guys keep track of, I’ve got those too. That new girl I just mentioned…her name’s Chonie, and you my friend can fuck her till she drops. I really don’t give a shit.”


“Chonie,” Tan’ock stated. “Is MINE!!!!!!!!!” As Tan’ock charged, the Ooman pulled out two long blades, hidden in sheaths under the counter top. Tan took a wound to his left arm, but his own blades on his right stopped the second blow.


Tan’ock head butted the Ooman, and with his wrist blades, sliced the puny Ooman weapons at their hilts. The Ooman tried to run, but Tan’ock kicked his legs, fracturing one bone below the knee, and shattering the knee of the near leg to him.


The male crawled across the floor heading for the over turned table. There he removed the small hand weapon, turned and fired at Tan’ock. The projectiles bounced off his armor, one, two, three, one bullet lodged in his arm, four, the fifth missed, and the sixth was a misfire.


Tan’ock grabbed the leg with the broken bone, and twisted it till the bone broke through the skin. The Ooman howled in pain, and began to beg for his life. Tan’ock ignored his pleas, and slowly severed the other leg at the destroyed knee. As he was about to start skinning his prey, one of the young bloods called out to him.


“HONOR IN THE HUNT, great teacher. Remember ?” Tan’ock looked back and hissed at him. “What would your ancestors say about what you are about to do?”


Tan’ock sat for a moment, his legs becoming coated in the ooman’s blood. “Have you seen,” he hissed through his words, “what he did to her?”


D’Nang and Za’Besh both nodded. “His dishonor will be passed to you, if you continue this way,” Za’Besh stated. “He beat a defenseless female. You are torturing a defenseless prey. Where do you draw that line? If you kill him in fair combat, then you earn your honor, by killing a bad blood, fairly. You prove to your female that you can protect her, with honor. And she will look up to you, and she will be honored that you want her. That is what many of us strive for.”


Tan’ock turned back to the Ooman on the floor, as he gasped for air, trying to staunch the flow of blood from his severed leg. Tan’ock grunted slightly, before rising and turning back to the young bloods. As he turned, the Ooman pulled a long blade from under an overturned chair, and swung it at Tan’ock’s legs. Tan’ock heard the sound of the blade being drawn from its sheath, and turned, his own blades sliced the coming weapon apart, and continued on up through the Ooman’s flesh, severing his head, and catching the Ooman hair in his fingers as it flew off the shoulders.


The young bloods chattered with excitement behind their teacher, as Tan’ock’s head flew back with a mighty roar of victory. Then without missing a beat, he ran back through the halls, heading for where he’d left his female, grabbing a tattered blanket from one of the cell walls, as he passed.






As he entered the cell where he’d left Chonie, he found two other females, helping her to stand, trying to shield her naked form with their bodies. He barked at the strange women several times, scattering them across the room, till he finally calmed and purred to Chonie, as she stood trembling before him, trying to hide her body. Deftly he slipped the Ooman head, still not yet cleaned, into a net bag at his side, then gently draped the cover over Chonie’s shoulders.


“He will hurt no one ever again,” he said, turning her eyes to him than the head at his side.


“Why?” she asked shakily.


“Because he harmed you…and them. To us he was a bad blood, and deserved to die.”


“I don’t doubt that, but that’s not what I mean.” Tan’ock continued to purr, but turned his head to the side in question. “Why did you come for me?” Tears began to slide down her face as he took in her odd query. “After how I’ve treated you. Why did you come for me?”


Gently he pulled her to him, the top of her head at about his collar bone. He nuzzled her sweat damp hair as he replied. “One does not leave their mate behind because of disagreements that can always be settled.” She turned back to him, looking up to the screened eyes of the mask. “You have always been mine, my Chonie. My only regret is that I took so long to get to you.”


“You don’t hate me?” she asked, wiping her face as best she could with the cover, leaving a glowing smear along her cheek from the fabric. She never noticed, at least, not yet. “Even a little?”


“There are things you do that bother me, but those things,” he drew his fingers through her hair, “those things are what make me want you so much.”


She huffed in relief, trying to suppress her smile. Why was she happy that he still wanted her? Then she saw the trail of yellow-green liquid down his arm, dripping off his elbow, glowing bright in the semi lit room.


“Tan’ock,” she gasped realizing it was his blood, dabbing her face with her fingers to find it on her skin too, before turning his arm so she could see the wound better. “You’re hurt!”


He made no notice of her factual statement to the obvious, he was just focused on one two syllable word she’d never said before. “Chonie? What did you just say?” It was more a request to repeat than anything else.


“You’re hurt,” she replied, trying to rip a strip off the cover, though not having much success.


“No…before that,” he said, stilling her hands in his, which made her look up to him.


She remembered how he felt when he pinned her in the air lock of the ship, but she never experienced his scent. A strong musky odor that assaulted her senses, but not in the way she thought another’s smell would. Most people would cringe away, like smelling a dead skunk as they drove down the road, but his scent, though strong, wasn’t dislikable at all. His scent begged her to inhale more of it, demanded that she notice it, take comfort in the strength of it, be eased with the delight of it, and be aroused by the presence of it.


“Tan’ock,” she sighed gently, his scent getting even stronger as she said his name. “Tan’ock. That’s your name, right?”


Tan’ock’s purrs deepened as he lifted Chonie into his arms. “Yes, my Chonie, it is at that. Now…say it again, and again, and don’t stop, until we die.”


She laughed, the first truly happy laugh she’d uttered in a long time, and curled into his embrace, his name a chant off her lips, with each step he took out of the room.






Ver’On waited impatiently at the entrance to the ship. Night was just coming over the mountain. In the thick backdrop of trees, it was safe to de-cloak the ship for a short time. Tan’ock stood to the side, holding the female, Chonie, purring into her neck repeatedly. The young bloods had escorted the freed females down to the main road where, while cloaked, they watched one of the females flag down a passing vehicle to have them call for help.


Once the first assistance vehicle had arrived, with its red lights flashing on the top, the two males ran quickly back o the ship, where the two females that wished to go with them, obediently waited where they were told. Again impressed by them the two males took them to Ver’On, and explained what they wanted.


“They what?” was his first response. “This is not a breeding trip!” he shouted. The two males put the women behind them as Ver’On stalked down the ramp. “YOU WILL LEAVE THEM!”


“No!” the two women chimed together, wrapping their skinny arms around the torsos of the two younger males. Both looked at the pale skin that had secured them, then to each other, then to Ver’On, who also seemed to have the same reaction, judging by his body stance.


“Please,” one called. “Let us go with you. You won’t regret it. We have no family here that will miss us. We’re alone. Please?”


Ver’On just sighed, and waved them onto the ship. He didn’t have time for this. With the females at the road side getting aid, the law keepers of this area would waste little time getting to their hunt site. He followed them up the ramp, ordering Tan’ock to board as well, but ended up waiting at the top of the ramp, as Tan’ock toyed with his Ooman mate. Part of him was jealous, in a small way, watching him play with Chonie n his arms, reminded him so much of how he and M’Pa would play with El. He purred gently to the memory, and felt very proud as he remembered the result, and how El seemed to carry their young so well. Now if he could just get Tan’ock to board the ship they could leave.


The flash of lights against the distant trees warned him of the approaching vehicles. He barked at Tan’ock, who finally did come up the ram. The ramp almost didn’t close fast enough for his liking, before the vehicles turned in the road, pointing directly at the ship. By that time however, the door was closed, and the cloak engaged. They were safe from detection.


Ver’On turned to see Tan’ock still codling Chonie. He growled as he walked by. “You are really pushing my good nature,” he warned. Tan’ock said nothing.
Absently Tan’ock heard the hanger door close, but that was all. Chonie was his sole focus of attention. At her first cough, he gently slipped an air mask over her face, and turned the valve on the tank. She nodded her thanks, and watched as he removed his mask. His face was sweaty, as was the rest of his body, but something odd was running down the sides of his face from just beside his eyes. It wasn’t blood, not his anyway, nor a human’s, and it wasn’t tears, though it was clear like tears would be. “Tan’ock, what’s wrong?” she asked, pointing to his head, and to her temple to give him the reason for her question.


Tan’ock took several deep breaths of her scent, before coming close to her again. “Nothing is wrong. I’m fine.”


“But…your head…”


“It is nothing to be concerned about. It happens to males of my race from time to time.”


“Does it mean you’re sick?” she asked, as he purred down her neck once more, before dipping his tongue into her ear. That sent a delightful shiver down her spine, and shook her body with delight. Gently he pared her legs and stepped between them, pressing his lower body to hers. If she didn’t know better, she could have sworn he was bigger than the last time he did that.


“No, not sick,” he finally replied, removing the blanket from her shoulders to have better access to her skin. “Just…needful.”


“Of what? OWE!” As delightful as his tongue was, it was still a bit rough, and with the angry wounds still untreated on her skin, any touch to them hurt, more so when his toungue licked at a raw patch.


Quickly he took her to his arms again, and headed deeper into the ship. Rather than go to his quarters, he took her to the makeshift medical room. There the two young bloods were tending the wounds of the two females they had brought, only to quickly offer them a cover, and took them and their medicine with them, out of the room. Neither young blood looked directly at his eyes as they passed, and when the door was closed, Tan’ock locked it. Then he set Chonie down on the exam table, laying her flat, a plush pillow beneath her head. Then he looked to the jars of medicine left out by the younger hunters, and the directions for the desired ointment on a message pad. Quickly he followed the instructions, then turned back to Chonie.


“This,” he stated, his breath quick, it was getting harder and harder to function normally. “This…may sting.”


“Tan’ock, what’s wrong? What’s gong on? I want to help.”


Gently he spread the ointment over her face, having her hold her breath as he applied it to the one down to her chin. Then he continued on the rest of her wounds, but he didn’t get very far, before his tongue was lapping at the wounds around her breasts. At first Chonie cringed at the harshness of his actions, but the more he did it, the more his own saliva coated his tongue and then her wounds. After a time, the wounds he’d licked no longer hurt, and she found herself getting warm to his touch, despite the covers being gone.


Tan’ock licked down her body, making sure each wound was covered in his saliva, leaving her tender region to last. Carefully he spread her legs, gently licking the outer folds of her sex, breathing deep her luscious scent. His purrs resonated through the room, vibrating the table, sending double the tantalizing sensations through her small body. She was lost to the feeling, to the fire that he’d built in her body. She felt his fingers gently prodding at her flesh, easing the folds apart, till his tongue split the flesh away. Tentatively he probed her inner flesh, till he found that small hard nub. She shrieked in delight, as his mouth pressed to her, his tongue circling her clit, with each pass gently pulling on it, coaxing it from its hiding place within her peddles. His purrs turned to delighted growls and back again, as he sucked on her flesh, he could feel her fluids dripping from her body, he could smell the increase and spice to her scent, he could hear her cries beginning to increase, until…Until…


“TAN’OCK!!!!”


He wrapped his arm around her hips as her climax crashed across her body, holding her thrashing hips hard against his mouth. Her cries of delight echoing through her mask, before reaching his ears. Her gasps of breath nearly flung her mask off her face, before he finally relented and let her go.


She could hear his armor tumbling to the floor, the sickening squish of something soft and wet roll across the room, but it didn’t matter. His strength was incredible, she never felt a thing, as he quickly turned her on the bed, flinging her legs over his arms, before sliding the length of his shaft over the lips of her sex.


“Oh god!” she gasped, feeling the breadth of his flesh, the rounded head parting her folds to gently glide over her excited nub of nerves. She looked at is face, only to see wide amber eyes, staring back at her, with a need so great, little else reflected in them. What she didn’t realize, was her eyes were telling him the same thing. Until he shifted position, she’d never realized she’d nodded ‘yes’, and felt the round head of his flesh begin to invade her body.


By his actions and the look on his face, it seemed so painful for him to do it, but slowly he pressed himself into her. She arched her back to give him better access to her, trying to relax her muscles as best she could. Then he pulled back, not far, just enough to relieve the strain on her body, to allow her to get used to him. She nodded again, and he moved further into her.


How could she do this? How could she accept his size inside her without any pain? Or was she in pain and just too in need to notice? Either way, he was inside her, she could feel him meet her inner walls, his body not anywhere near flush with hers, when he could go no further. Curiously she reached down to where he joined her, wondering just how much of him could not fit. She was amazed that her whole hand wrapped around his protruding flesh with ease…HE WAS HUGE!


Feeling her hand around him, completing the sensation of being totally embedded in his mate, he then began a further assault. Gently he thrust to her, moving out of her only the length of the head of his member. Each time he met her inner wall, he pressed just a little harder, delighting in the gasps she would allow pass her lips, till finally she was moaning, each sound begging for more from him.


Her hand still in place, he pulled back just a little further, and repeated the first round of motions. “Tan’ock!” she cried at last, as his thrusts began o increase in speed and intensity. At the sound of his name he thrust in her, hard, lifting her hips off the bed with his shear force. “OOOHHH GGGOOODDD!!!” she shouted. He dove to her shoulder, as her climax crashed over her again, sinking his teeth into her shoulder hard, swirling his tongue around the new wound inside his mouth, drinking down her spiced blood. Her cry of pain was lost to her ecstasy, only adding to the incredible sensations already raging inside her. “More! Tan’ock, please, more!”


He purred in delight as he released his hold on her shoulder, licking the wound clean, before straightening up over her body. He pulled her hand away from him, guiding both her arms around his neck, he then lifted her into his arms, the strength in his arms effortlessly sliding her slender body up his shaft, allowing gravity to impale her deeply on her decent. His purrs turned to gentle growls, then to delighted growls.


She could feel him beginning to throb inside her, his length nearly alive with a pulse that seemed to match the twitching of her inner muscles, which only made her sensation more intense. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain, hard stabbing at the end of her canal. He’d pulled her harder onto him, nearly splitting her in two. She couldn’t speak, her breath was being knocked from her body with each of his hard fast thrusts. “Tan-!!” she managed to gasp but it was barely audible over his own growls. His speed increased, nearly to the rate of her rapidly beating heart, harder and harder he pulled her onto him, almost frustrated that he could not get all of himself inside her.


One last thrust into her, and he stopped, throwing his head back in a howl so loud, it broke several containers, by vibrating them off their shelves. She too began to scream, as his size inside her expanded to near skin breaking thickness, as well she could feel a hot spurting sensation inside her, and realized he’d released his seed.


‘No!’ she thought, ‘he can’t! Please god NO!’ She tried to scramble away, desperate to expel the invading cells. He growled at her, and slammed her onto the bed, knocking the wind form her body. Harshly he pressed into her, ensuring that his seed would pass into her body. “NO!” she begged, trying to hit him, anything to get him to let her go.


He grabbed her hands and held them above her head, slamming his hips into her. She would be his, no one else’s, and he would be sure that se knew it.


Just then there was a sharp pain in his neck. He threw an undirected punch in the direction, only to find empty air, but Ver’On was behind him, looking to the floor, but in his hand was a syringe, behind Ver’On, M’Pa was holding the door to the medical room open, with the help of one of the young bloods. He pulled Chonie to him, moving to the other side of the bed, his flesh still deeply embedded in her. She would know she was his, he would kill any who tried to stop him.


Slowly he slid to the floor, pulling the female’s crying form onto him, gently thrusting into her. He felt so tired all of a sudden, but he had to be sure his female would carry his offspring. Grasping her hips, he thrust her body onto him in short hard movements, but each time he moved, it became more and more difficult.


Finally, his movements stopped, and his hands slumped to the floor.


Ver’On grabbed Chonie’s shoulders, keeping her from moving. “Be still female,” he whispered, supporting her off the male enough that she wasn’t in any more pain. “We must wait for his flesh to calm.”


“IT HURTS!!” she practically yelled.


“I know. I am sorry, I should have been watching him more closely.”


“What’s wrong with him!? He hurt me!! I was sure he wouldn’t!!!”


“Normally he would not,” he eased, as M’Pa secured a cover over the woman’s body. “But he is in Must right now. All he is concerned of is mating and seeding you. I only hope when he wakes, he’ll be in a better state of mind.”


“I can’t do this! Please, get him out of me!!!”


“Be still female, be still, it will be over soon.”


She remained in Ver’On’s grasp for at least an hour longer, Tan’ock’s member still twitching inside her, pulsing burst after burst of his DNA inside her body. Finally, his body calmed, and slipped from her, Ver’On carefully laid her on a bed, and M’Pa gently inspected her, and applied a healing cream to the wounds he found, before Ver’On picked her up and carried her to another room. While he did that, M’Pa gave Tan’ock another shot of sedative, then covered him and left him where he was. As strong as he was, M’Pa wasn’t going to risk moving a full grown Must male, unconscious or not.