River Falls

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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
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Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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River Falls
Book 4




Chapter 3





J-on led his brother and sisters toward the medical bay, but as they got closer, Sa’ton and his assistants were rushing out with a transport bed, in a big hurry. Sense it was Sa’ton who summonded them, he went to follow.


“NO!” Sa’ton stated sharply to J-on. “You and your siblings go inside. De’ron is waiting.”


“J-on nodded, and followed his siblings inside. “What is going on?” he asked of the technician.


“We need to test your blood. We need a match for El.


“What happened?” asked Bell asked.


“You’ve not heard?” All shook their heads. “Sit. I’ll explain while I work.” And he wrapped a band around Jin’s upper arm.






Tan’ock ushered the unbloods hastily off the ship and away from the most direct path of the medical team. Just in time for the ramp to be clear and Sa’ton to board with out pause.


Once the group was out of sight, he pulled Chonie to his side, looking around for his oldes children...and was surprised when he didn’t see them. “Where are they?” he asked aloud, nor treally expecting anyone to answer.


“Sir, you son J-on was summoned to the medical bay urgently,” stated one of the blooded guardes.


“What for?!” he demanded.


“I don’t know sir. But by the looks of the team that just boarded, I’d say it has something to do with the Elder’s mate.”


“Come with me Chonie,” he said, and lead her out the door, not noticing that the medical team was coming off the ship, till Chonie pointed it out. They stood aside for hem to pass, M’Pa and Ver’On not far behind with three fussing infants.


“The nursers will be waiting,” Sa’ton stated curtly, as the doors to the lift closed, Tan’ock and Chonie left in the hall.






“God,” Tyler coughed, accepting the air mask from Ro once more. “How do they expect you to live here?”


“I’m sure they have it all worked out,” Ro stated, taking the mask back.


The young male leading them, stopped outside a door, across form, what they quickly learned was the medical bay. Once inside, they young one pressed a series of controls, and the air in the room was exchanged for Earth normal. A practice he dreaded, for in his training, there were times when he, and others, had to spend increasing hours in atmospheres that weren’t theirs, just to learn to function long enough to switch to a secondary supply of their own. Although the Ooman air was the easiest fo them all to handle, it was very stressful on the young hunters in the beginning.


He too the masks and tanks and connected them to be refilled, then left. Without a translator, he couldn’t speak to them.


“Now what?” Tyler asked.


“This is obviously their waiting room,” Ro stated, helping Ralph with his spray again. “So now we wait.”


“For what? For them to decide to kill us?”


“No,” Ralph wheezed. “El won’t allow that. neither will Ver’On.”


“They have names?”


“Tyler. Please,” Ralph scoffed at him. “We intend to live here. YOU were never part of this arrangement. NOW, sit down and shut up!”


Tyler had never seen Ralph o angry, with the bright red color to his face, he worried about his heart. He thought it best, for Ralph anyway, to stay quiet.


“Ralph, it will be alright. Ver’On will bring news as soon as they give it to him. Come, sit.”


“The babies Ro. Those three little babies…”


“I know…We’ll see them soon, you’ll see. Come sit. Calm yourself.”






Kal-esh led his new mate and son through the ship to the main dinning hall. By the sounds of the stomach noises coming from his mate, they had not eaten in quite some time. He had to quickly grab Sam’s loincloth belt to keep him from running inside, as there were many hunters that had not yet been introduced to his new family, and may think the boy some kind of new toy for their amusement.


“WOW!!” Sam gasped. “LOOK at this place!”


Aubrey put her arms around her son’s shoulders, as a woman of the alien race came over. “Stay close to me Sam,” she whispered. “We don’t know all these people.” Sam nodded.


“Father,” the woman stated, eyeing the Ooman female from the corner of her eye.


“Fer’aza. You look well.”


“I am. J-on is a good mate, and he will be a great father to our young.”


“You are pregnant then?”


She ran her hands down her toned belly. “Not sure yet, but if I am not, I will be soon,” she giggled.


“Very well. This is Aubrey, my new mate, and my chosen son, Sam.” He pulled the pair close to him, leaning close to Aubrey’s ear, purring along her neck. “Aubrey, this is my daughter, Fer’aza. She is mated to Tan’ock’s oldest son, J-on, whom you will meet later.”


“Hello,” she replied, nodding to the woman. Fer’aza just gave a grunt of greeting, then strode proudly out of the room.


“Was it something I said,” she asked.


“No, my mate. Fer’aza is a difficult female to get to know. But J-on will bring her around. She needs a strong hand, and his is the best for her. Come, let us eat.”


“What about that girl?”


“I will find out later. For now, it is best that she be left to the care of her mates and the medics. Come. The noises of your belly will give others the impression that I am neglecting you. And that I simply, will not allow to happen.” She laughed slightly as the chill of his mask tingled along her neck. Sam huffed, and headed off to a table, where he sat and held his arms out over a space to either side, saving the area for his mother and Kal-esh. Aubrey sat down as Kal headed off to the forward food tables, later returning to his mate with two huge plates of food, growling aggressively to the males that had begun to gather.


Setting the food before the wide eyed boy, Kal circled the table, flexing his muscles to all in the room, before straddling the bench next to Aubrey, pulling her hips close to his, a sign to the others in the room not to mess with her, that she belonged only to him.






Only one. Sa’ton could hardly believe their luck. Only one of Tan’ock’s older children matched El’s blood type. But if it was to work, they had to act quickly. J-on held the small bandage over the wound, as the assistant took a third draw of his blood into the operating center. “If they take much more,” he said gently, “I will be too weak for the next hunt.”


M’Pa nodded. For a hunter like –on, every hunt was important at his age. He had his mate, from what he’d been told she’d be expecting soon, the more hunts J-on succeeded in now, added to the status of his family. If only his own father had thought that way.


“She is strong,” he stated. “Your blood will add to her strength. Ver’On and I have no words to express our gratitude.”


“To be bonded by blood to the Elder’s family, necessary or not, is more than enough.”


“I think you best join your father, he’s waiting to present his new mate.”


“At last!!” he tossed the bandage into the disposal. “I’m sure she will please father. Excuse me.”


Despite his being drained of three units of blood, J-on was quite spry, as he hurried out the door. M’Pa then joined Ver’On in another room as he purred over two of the babies, as the third was with one of the nursing females. “Ver’on?” he asked, not sure why the fussing infants were not feeding.


“He will not nurse either Elder,” the female stated. Covering herself & trying to sooth the crying child. “Some will not nurse from those who aren’t their mother the first time. Has there been any word of your mate?”


“An assistant just took more blood into the healers,” M’Pa offered, taking the baby to settle him. He quieted some, but only enough to notice. “Other than that, no word.”


“I’m sorry I could not help them. They need their mother tight now. It’s too bad they could not draw off her milk as they do blood.”


Ver’On seemed to perk up Perhaps we can.” He carefully gave the babies to the Nurser and M’Pa, and headed out. He’d told the young blood to settle the Ooman males in the room across the hall. The door opened and Ver’On’s nose detected the change in the air around him.


“Sweet Jesus!” the new Ooman stated, and backed away when Ver’On growled at him. It was the first time he’d seen Ver’On without his mask.


“Ra’lf,” he began. “Those containers for milk to feed offspring with…”


“Yes?”


“Did you bring any with your, despite my decision?”


“No.”


“Do you know how to make them?”


“Well,” he began thoughtfully. “Give me access to your lab, I’ll see what I can whip up.” Ver’On cocked his head. Why the lab? “The bottles need to be sterile…” was all Ralph said, and left with Ver’On.


Before long, Ralph had devised a bottle secured with a finger from a set of glove, found in the area, surprised to find them at all, secured around the top with tightly tied strands of the old glove. At once Ver’On sent it into the operating room, with orders to Sa’ton to do his best to draw off El’s milk. Their concern over the success was alleviated when the tech returned, with the bottle filled with the off white substance.


“Sa’ton asks that he not have to do that again.” The tech said, and left.


By this time Ralph had made two more bottles and they divided the milk into them, and returned to the babies. Ver’On offered the end to the larges of his sons, who eagerly began to nurse on the bottle. The other two were not so accepting.


“It’s the scent,” M’Pa offered. “They know it is not El.”


“Here, give me the boys, go find something she’s worn recently.”


Despite his instincts telling him not to, M’Pa lay the babies into their grandfather’s arms, and left. The only thing he could find right away was El’s dress, discarded, and still covered in blood. With it he returned. “Her scent will be strongest on this,” he said to Ralph’s shocked expression. Without words Ralph held the leaner portion over his chest, after M’Pa took one of the boys. At once the baby settled, quickly sucking on the offered nipple.


“Ok. You do the same as me,” he told M’Pa, wanting to be rid of the bloody garment. M’Pa did and the boy began to nurse from the bottle. “Ok, now e know how to trick their senses.”


“This fact…!” Ver’On growled, “Will not leave this room.”


“What do you mean?”


“Ver’On is right. If others were to learn how to fool the senses of our sons, they could be in great danger later in life.”


“I see. Not to worry,” he sighed holding the baby closer. “They won’t find out from me.” He watched as M’Pa sent El’s dress down the disposal chute. “She’ll be alright little one,” he cooed to the boy. “Not to worry, your mother is going to be just fine.” Just then, Sa’ton came in the room, wiping his hands free of red blood.






Tan’ock paced the room, glancing at his two daughters and two older sons. His former mate refused to allow his youngest to take part in the meeting, which was what had made Tan’ock so upset now. The four older children stood across the room looking over the light olive skinned female their father had brought. “She’s thin,” Bell told J-on. “Do you think father will hurt her?” J-on grunted, but said no more. Tan’ock barked at them to be quiet.


“My Tan’ock,” the Ooman called, though only Tan’ock understood her words. “Please, introduce me…I want to be alone with you again.”


Tan purred, puffing his chest. “Of course,” and he turned to his family. “I present to you, my children, Chonie, my new mate. She is the grand daughter by blood to Ro, chosen grandfather of El.” -on snapped his attention to the female then back to his father. “Yes, my son, we will be bonded to the Elder’s family through this mating. Such an honor will also flow to the rest of you. El has already given her blessing. Our thoughts are with her, and her young, as she fights to survive.”


“Father, we are doubly bound,” J-on stated proudly. “The healers have taken three draws of my blood to try and save the Elder’s mate.”


“You are fortunate,” Tan’ock chirped, grasping his son’s shoulder. “Mixed blood is hard to match to an Ooman who had carried our young. Should she survive, be sure to greet her as a sister.” J-on purred and nodded. “Now, do you accept my choice of mate my children.” Each in turn nodded. “Excellent! Chonie, these are our oldest children. J-on, Jin, Bell, and Sirona. Though they are grown, they will be a huge part of our family from now on.”


Chonie bowed, “I’m very pleased to meet you,” she said, as Tan’ock translated her words.


“We hope you will be happy here,” Sirona stated.


“Thank you.” Without pause, Tan’ock barked to his children to leave, then secured the door behind them.


“Now…my mate,” he purred loudly, stalking across the room to her. “Now we make offspring.”


Several hunters passed the door to the sitting room, hearing a female screaming inside. By her tone, they knew she was in no danger, and chuckled to the lustful grunts of the male that was obviously with her.






Kal-esh closed the door to Sam’s room, watching him sleep to the last crack of the sliding door. Aubrey agreed to let him settle the hyper boy down for bed, while she took a shower. The boy now safe from hearing any screams, Kal followed the long departed female to the room where she bathed. He watched her through the shield of the shower, as she cleansed the paint and dust from her skin. Her deep red hair turning like Ooman blood, wet from the water. Long gone was his armor, all he wore now was his loincloth, which he quickly tore off, and stepped into the shower with her.


“SWEET JESUS!” she cried, startled by his firm hands along her body, massaging her skin.


“I have waited so long for this,” he whispered to her, noting that she no longer wore her translator. So that’s why he couldn’t understand her gibberish. Quickly scanning the room, he found the flashing device in her dress pocket, conveniently on the bar just outside the shower. Holding her wet body to his, he took a step, reached out and took it, pressing it to her ear as he spoke. “How are you to understand me, if you do not wear this?”


“I thought it would short out in the water,” she replied, as her body warmed all over, feeling the ever growing lump of his flesh pressing hard against her back. “What are you going to do?”


He chuckled slightly. “What your body had been begging for,” he answered, slipping his tongue around her other ear, his hand thrusting quickly down her body as not to let her get away. “The device will not short out. Wear it always. I want to know when you scream my name.”


“Oh god,” she sighed urgently.


“No. Kal-esh.” Slipping the device over her ear, both is hands trailed down her heavily lust scented body, fingers quickly probing ready flesh, to find the hidden delights within. She threw her head back to his chest, moaning for more, which he gladly gave. By far she was no virgin, so worry about shields was gone. He wasn’t sure what made her more wet, the water, or her own juices. He thrust two fingers into her, as deep as he could, spreading his mandibles wide at her delighted squeal. Thrusting hard with his digits, he used his other hand to raise her leg, as he bent at the knees, allowing his hard phallus to slip between her legs, sliding it along her skin. He did not see her wide eyes, as she felt the shear size of him, but he felt her nervous excited shudder, and smelled the change in her scent, to nearly intoxicating levels.


“Do you want it?” he asked her, as though he would allow her to refuse.


“Yes,” she gasped, nearly falling onto his embedded fingers.


Slowly he removed his teasing instruments, coaxing his member towards her folds, sliding it aggressively over her flesh. He bent his knees a little more, angling his member slightly, the head finding the indentation of her body that led to her inner core. His fingers spread her lips wide, and she braced her hands as best she could to the wall of the shower, slowly he lifted himself, stretching her skin around him. As she cried out in delight, he growled at the slowness of his progress, and the tightness of her skin. “I will not…always be… so slow,” he grunted forcefully.


“OH FUCK!” she cried, as the head of him was completely inside of her. “DEAR GOD YOU’RE HUGE!!!”


“Yes,” he replied happily. “All Yautja are.”


“Are you always so fucking lax!?”


“What?”


“You said on the ship here, that you would make me scream. I’m not screaming yet.”


“You will be,” he replied, shifting his feet slightly. If she wanted to scream, she would scream. “You will be.” And he thrust all the way inside her, lifting her off the floor slightly with his embedded rod.


“OH FUCK!!!” she cried again, and leaned slightly forward. “OH YEAH!!! SHOVE IT IN!!! ALL THE FUCKING WAY!!!”


Kal couldn’t believe his ears. This little prim and proper mother, a fierce fighter for her young, liked it rough. He grinned in delight. Rough was the way he liked it best too.


He helped her find better purchase for her hands on the wall, even kicked over the cleansing storage box he kept in the shower, so that when he put her back down, her body was at a perfect height for him. The female now secured in her position, he would now fulfill his promise. He drew his member from her, gaining delighted moans from her mouth, then slammed his rod deep into her again. He quickly found a perfect fast rhythm, slamming forward, as she would lean back to his invading spire, and withdrawing, as she would straighten away from him, so that they could meet again at his inward thrust.


“FUCK ME!!!” she screeched over and over again, and he let her leg fall to grab her hips.


“Do you like it that way?” he asked her, slamming hard to her core, pulling her down on him, and holding her there as he whispered in her ear. “If you wish to be mated beyond your wildest imaginings,” he flicked some of his dreads over her shoulder, “pull on these with all your strength, and don’t let go!” Eagerly she grabbed a black length, and pulled. He growled. “HARDER!” With both hands, she pulled. His roar was deafening next to her ear, but his actions countered his vocal aggression. He pulled her from the wall, nearly tossing her into the shower shield, making her bend at the waist. She eagerly spread her legs to balance, still holding his dreads as he leaned over her lower bent body.


His power was enormous, he didn’t move toward her, he moved her upon him, repeatedly slinging her forward and pulling her back. Her demands of more force, of deeper thrusts, matched only by his growls of delight, and increased speed. Somehow she’d lost her grip on him, but the aggression was in full swing, there was no stopping him. She bent fully towards the floor, bracing her hands on her legs as best she could. He still thrust her body onto him, but he then added extra power, by thrusting his hips to meet hers.


“OOOOHHHH FFFFUUUCCCKK!!!! YYYYEEEAAAHHH!!!”


There would be no stopping him, he would take what she offered, and more. He felt her nimble fingers reach back and feel his testicle sack each time he slammed his body to hers. The gentle caress only added to his power and desire, as he lifted her form the floor with each inward thrust. “KKKAAALLLL-EESSSHH!!!! FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME GOOD!!!”


His roar echoed off the walls, cracking the nearly unbreakable shower shield, as his member swelled deep inside her. “OOOHHH SSSHHHHIIIIITTTTT!!!!!!!!!” He still thrust at her, over and over, hard and deep, his heated seed exploding into her eager opening. Faster and faster he pumped her, heedless of the small trickling line of blood running down her leg. “KKKAAALLLL-EESSSHH!!!! I’M COMING!!!!” and she did, her muscles barely enough to be registered as clamping onto him, but her scent had changed yet again, and her screams of his name were more than the thundering beat of drums. Slowly he lowered her to the floor, curling his trapped body around hers, sinking his teeth into her shoulder, marking her as his.


As his hormonal high ebbed, he remembered all that he’d done, all that she’d said, and wondered, what other secrets this little treasure of his was hiding in her skills. “My mate,” he whispered, as she regained her breath. “Tell no female of your behavior during our matings; as I will tell no male of your demands of me. Present yourself as the proper female you did on your world, but in our bed, you will writhe beneath me. Take my seed to your womb, and never…” he turned her head to face him slightly, “…never forget, to say those things.”


“You liked that did you?” she asked, smiling.


“Yes, and I demand more of it from you.” She tried to turn, but he stopped her, his swollen member still stuck inside her and could be hurt by her movements. “Do not move. You will only hurt yourself.”


“You’ve got a huge fucking cock,” she smiled.


“What?”


“Your dick is big.”


“That did not translate either.”


She reached between her legs, gently stroking his member, or what she could that was not stuck inside her body. “This, your dick, your cock; it’s huge.” She drew a shuddering delighted breath. “And you’re stuck in me.” He trilled in delight. “Fuck me like this. Please.”


“You will get hurt. I think I hurt you already.”


“Don’t worry about it. I’m sure your medics can help me.” She shifted slightly, turning her body on him, lifting her leg over and across his chest. He was surprised that the slickness of her body allowed her to move at all. “Shove that fucking cock in me. DO IT!! I want you to fuck me till I pass out. I’m tired of all those human cocks, small and skinny, guys who don’t have two fucking clues how to slam a girl. The only one who really knew, who had even the slightest margin of size, was Sam’s father, and they killed him. I think he sent you to me. Now…do what he sent you to do,” and she pulled the dreads on both sides of his head till his face was touching the tip of her nose, “…and FUCK ME!!!!!!”


His roar was delightful, as he slammed her across the slick floor, her cries of shear delight urging him for more. Her body launched across the stone, her grip on his dreads the only thing keeping her from flying way from him.


She had dreamed of a man to take her, but never found one on earth who was man enough to fill her desires after her husband died. She’d no idea, that her son’s Spirit Walker, would be that man.