Rivers Run Deep

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Rivers Run Deep



Chapter 21



She watched as the glass elevator took Tusk to the upper levels. At ceiling level the lift disappeared, and she couldn’t help be left with a foreboding sense he wasn’t coming back. She looked around the hanger, noting the strange yet wonderful looking ships that were on the different landing pads. One even looked like it was made of liquid, and seemed to excreta the occupants from its underside as they disembarked.


She shook her head at the analogy. How in the world could her mind come up with these things? She looked around at the number of strange beings around the docs. Some were dressed in uniforms, she surmised were the station crews to take care of the ships while they were here, and it turned out that her assumption was right. A number of aliens, ranging from horned bovine like, to spider legged, rushed to assist the maneuvering of another ship, as it was being towed in by a larger craft.


When the disabled ship was laid to rest, the larger ship landed three pads over from Tusk’s ship. She was amazed as more of Tusk’s species began to come down the ramp. At first she thought she’d wave to them, to say hello, but then she remembered what Tusk was like when they first met. Trying not to fall over, she limped back inside, and into the small bathroom, closing the door. She’d wait for a while in there, at least then the new arrivals could have a look inside the ship, without seeing her. Then she noticed the bathtub.


Of course she’d seen it before, but to be polite to Tusk, she only used the shower. Now that she was more than likely going to be a lone for a while, she could take a nice long hot bath. Perhaps the soak in the tub would do her sore legs some good.


The tub full, she remembered to seal the door, just in case Tusk came back, and carefully got into the tub. Well grace was certainly not with her. As she slipped as she raised her left leg over the side, and fell in. Well, as long as Tusk wasn’t there to hear the amount of splashing around and cursing going on, she was happy.


She’d have to start to exercise her legs, her left more so than the other, if she was going to regain any kind of use of it at all. How embarrassing was that going to be in front of Tusk? It was bad enough that he constantly walked into the bathroom when she was in the shower. She could understand. He was worried that she’d fall, or need his help, but then again, he was huge! She was tiny! She was human! He DEFINETLY wasn’t. How could she explain it to him?


She massaged her leg under the water, and looked up to the ceiling as she heard loud footsteps crawling around on the outer hull. Thank goodness there were no skylights, and she returned to massaging her leg.






Ver’On looked over the package in his hand, wondering exactly how he was going to get his ooman to stick her nose in the box. It wasn’t like he could just hold it out, and she’d willingly stick her face in it, she’d no idea what it was, what it was for, or what it represented. He hoped there were visual aids to help. As the lift entered into the docking bay he noticed the larger hunter vessel docked not far from his own. He quickly looked around the bay, but there were no other Yautja present. Not that he was worried over an altercation, just that it was common courtesy with hunters to give a tour of the other’s ship, and then sit, drink, and talk of gloriously successful hunts, or the females they had waiting for them back on the colony ship. He was glad they were absent.


“Hunter?” it was Rengal. Ver’On turned to him, poor bug looked like he went three rounds with a youngling hunting party, and barely got away with his skin.


“Keep away from my female,” he warned, growling for effect, though it did very little to discourage the male of Rengal’s race, though the bug’s next statement did surprise him.


“Don’t worry about it, I’ve a female coming on the next ship. I should be locked in a maters bind in a matter of seconds.”


“Do you not wait till you return to your quarters?” he asked, tucking the box under his arm.
“She won’t,” the bug trilled. “Reason I called to you is your kind landed that ship, shortly after you left. They wanted me to let them know when you returned. Shall I tell them, or…will you be in a mater’s lock of your own?”


“I’ll be busy, if that’s what you wish to know. I will find them later. If the elder of the vessel is awaiting a transmission from you, do call, and let him know my regrets. But my schedule now just does not match up.” He quickly walked to his ship, as the newly arriving vessel was settling in. He could hear Rengal sending the transmission, though the last of it was garbled, as the female of his kind he waited for, tackled him to the deck, and the pair began to mate in unrest. Ver’On shook his head. He’d have to seal the view port to the ship, if this was what was going to happen for a while.


When he entered his ship however, the female was gone. His first thought was of the other hunters, and quickly checked the controls outside for tampering. No they were fine. He sealed the door, and went to the front to seal the view port. That’s when he heard the splashing. He knocked gently on the facility door, and her pleasant voice came back, the same statement she always gave, in the same tone. “I’ll be right out.”


Though he began to rip the side paneling off when he heard more splashing, as though she were struggling. He forced the door open, to find the female sitting, naked, on the edge of the tub, as she brought her right leg over the side. “TUSK!” she shouted, and lost her balance, landing head first back into the water.


He didn’t waste any time, he reached in and brought her back upright, holding her as she choked out the lungful of water she took in. He pushed a button, and the water drained from the tub, heading for the ship’s purification system. He took down a towel, and started to dry her hair. “Tusk, I’ve got it!” she huffed, pushing at his arms, trying to cover her body from him. “Go, please.” And she pointed out the door. Ver’On did as she asked. Well, not completely anyway. He did live the facility room, carrying her with him.


He set her wet body down on the bedding form, taking another towel and drying her legs, and stomach. She tried desperately to have him leave her alone, he’d not seen her naked outside the shower screen, and she didn’t want him to get too curious. He pushed her hands aside, with a frustrated growl. As she lay still, thoroughly embarrassed, he began to dry up her belly, over her breasts, and around her neck.


He marveled at the softness of her breasts, and the smoothness of her skin from her bath. He pulled the mask off his face, and leaned close to her neck, inhaling deeply her clean scent. It was very nice, fresh, and pure. He wondered if she was like the many other adolescents in her village on her planet. Had she practiced mating with young males? If she had, he had little to fear, should he decide to take her before getting to the colony ship. If not, he’d have to wait.


Virgins were always introduced to mating in the company of other males, just in case the female became fearful and tried to fight. Such an action could bring up an instinctual response from her hormonal male, and he could end up hurting her to keep her submissive to him. The other males were there to ensure the mating male, kept his senses, and the female found it comforting, knowing there was help nearby. These first matings didn’t always work out, leaving the female to mate, without ritual, to other males, if she wished.


He slid the towel over her body, letting it slide free of his grasp as his hand reached the juncture between her legs. Gently he pressed his hand to her outer folds, rubbing in a circular motion. It was what he always did to females, perhaps it would work the same for her. She gasped and pressed her legs together, trying to pull his hand away. Gently he purred into her neck, his right upper mandible caressing her right earlobe. Slowly he pressed two fingers passed her outer folds, to find the warmth of her moist flesh. There was a tiny nub there, somewhere, he knew it. Where was it? She screeched in surprise. There it was, and he gently began to rub it.


She reached her hand down to his chin, grabbing one of his lower mandibles, and pulled. She pulled HARD! He growled at her, did she know what she almost did? He could have killed her if he was further along! He watched her as she pulled a spare robe down form an upper shelf, totally covering herself, refusing to allow him to touch her to help.


How could he make her understand? It wasn’t that he wanted her, well of course he wanted her, but if he was to parade around the station, and in front of his own people, and say she was his mate, she had to be accepting of his touch. Then he thought of something. He went to the con, and reopened the shielding. Yes, Rengal was still there, heaving his body into his female as hard as he could. The dock crews were getting ready to erect a tent around the pair. They must have been briefed on how to deal with him in this state. If they tried to move him, even with his female, he would kill them.


He went back to the female, and with her complaints strong and clear, he picked her up and carried her to the window. “Let me go! Tusk! Put me down!” He did put her down, but he made her face the outside of the ship, pointing to the mating insects below. “Oh god,” she gasped, and tried to back away. He wouldn’t let her, he hoped she would understand.


Finally he let her turn, making sure her back was covered. He then pointed to the outside, drew a slow finger across his throat, then pointed to her.


She understood alright, sort of. If she didn’t let him take her, he’d kill her.


He could see the tears welling up in her eyes. His message wasn’t clear. He slapped his chest with the flat of his hand, the thundering sound of solid muscle beneath his thick hide, thrummed in her ears. He then gently caressed her left breast through the robe, and nodded. He then waved his hand to all the people he saw outside the ship, making sure she saw them in he sweep, ending at the mating insects outside. He then brushed gently on her breast again, only this time, he drew his finger across his throat.


His message was clear that time, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Only he would touch her, and he would kill anyone else who dared try. A stray tear dropped from her long eyelashes, landing on his hand as he reached up for her chin. Was she scared of him? When he looked in her eyes, he saw that yes she was. He purred gently to her, threading his arms around her in a gentle hug. After pressing the button to close the shield again, he pulled out some of her clothing, and left them on the bed. He patted them, and waved to her. He then went into the facility room, and locked the door behind him.


She sighed in relief as she heard the bolt slide into the door lock. He wasn’t going to force her. He’d acted so strangely, all to make her realize just how far he’d go, to protect her, and where he’d draw the line. Only now, where exactly was the line?


He’d laid out a black dress, reaching just to the top of her knees. She put on a pair of bicycle shorts, to hide her scars, then limped over to the door and knocked. He helped her balance herself when he came out, sitting her down in the passenger seat near the bed. He moved her wet hair back from her face, and made her look at him. He purred gently, flexing his mandibles at her. Were they still ok? He realized he’d gone too far, but he’d wanted to know if she would let him touch her, and if she would respond. Her body responded yes, but she did not. If THEY were to go any further, he would let her make the next move.


She nodded yes, she was alright, and he flicked his quivering mandibles over her forehead. The closest he could come to a gentle kiss to her. Then he picked up the box from the floor, pointing to it, then to her, and patting the box.


“For me?” she asked. “Thank you.”


She lifted the lid, and…well…something unfolded. It looked kind of like an impression of a face, from the nose to the chin. It was made of clear material, with what looked like a bubble inside, and clear tubes running up the nostrils of the impressed nose.


“What is it?” she asked politely, honestly not sure what kind of ART it was.


Ver’On pulled out the instruction sheet, and, yes, there were visual instructions to follow. He crouched next to her and showed her the images. Pointing to her face, and then to the thing in her hands. As she looked over the images, she could only guess that the thing in her hands was going to stick something up her nose. Oh that was grose!


“You want me to do what!?”


Frustrated he put the box on the floor, and took both her hands in his, pressing them to his chest. He’d done it once before. It was his way of asking if she trusted him. It was how they ended up sleeping on the bed together, though she insisted on wearing her pajamas, while he went…well…as he came into the world, so he went to bed that way.


Did she really trust him? After what just happened, she wasn’t so sure. He grunted up at her. Surely he wouldn’t let anything hurt her, but what would this thing do? She looked down at the open box, then back to him. She nodded. “Ok,” she said. “But don’t go wanting to have something suck up my backside anytime soon. That is totally out of the question.” He thrust the box to her face, insisting that she press her chin to the mold. “I hope I don’t regret this.”


The instrument seemed to activate on contact. It shot a strap around her head, securing it in place, then the pink bubble inside, started to work its way into her nose. It was warm, and if you ever had a really bad runny nose, then picture it in reverse to get the idea of the sensation. Oddly enough she could still breathe, even with the thing totally blocking her nose, and mouth shut. It only stayed in place for a few seconds, then the bubble returned to the inner chamber, taking on a shape she wasn’t familiar with, and the strap let her go.


Ver’On took the box away and carefully laid it on the floor. “That…” she pointed to the box, with a sour look on her face. “…was disgusting!”


She tried to rise only to stop, as her left leg cramped badly. She vigorously began to rub it, working the cramp free. Ver’On saw what she was doing, and offered his hands to try and help, though not quite touching her yet. She looked at the size of his hands, and nodded. As big as his hands were, she did enjoy the way he made her feel, when he rubbed her leg. It was like slick warm jelly gliding back and forth over her skin. If he ever opened a massage office, she didn’t think she’d ever get off his table.


She leaned back as he worked her flesh, though he barley pressed anywhere, she could feel what he was doing, deep in her thy. She leaned back and closed her eyes, she so enjoyed this. Suddenly he started coughing. When she looked up, he was without his mask, looking at the dial on the tank. She looked as well. Empty. She took the mask and reconnected the hose to the feed on the wall above her, she then motioned for him to change the air in the cabin. He nodded to her, and did so, connecting the tank to the air filtration system on the ship, to recharge.


The air changed, and he breathed easier once more, he collected the female from the seat, and laid her down on the bed. They could rest for a while at least. It would take a while for the cylinder to recharge, and he could see she was tired. He didn’t fuss about the clothing, since he would change the air and leave while she slept. He had her cuddled to his chest, his left arm around her back, she laid her left leg over his legs, finding it a more comfortable position to sleep. Before she drifted off, he had one last question for her.


He drew her attention, and cocked his head to the side, the signal to her of a question. She nodded, waiting. He pressed his hand to her chest, and then pointed down, to her hips...How could one exactly ask if an alien had ever had sex before? He waved his hand, telling her to forget about it.


She sat up a bit, pressing both her hands to his chest, her head to the side, as he had. She pointed to him, then to his head, meaning knowledge, or lack of, then to her own chest, then held up both hands, making a circle out of her fingers with one hand, and placing a finger of her other hand in the circle, moving it back and forth. He grunted in a laugh. Yes, that was what a little man would look like if he were to take her. He nodded.


She shook her head no.


Ver’On’s eyes went wide.


She took his hand, making him hold up one finger, then she slid her circled fingers over his finger not going past the bace of his claw, making sure that he understood.


Ver’On’s eyes went wider.


He would be too big for her if he tried.