Rivers Run Deep

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Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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Rivers Run Deep



Chapter 39



‘He killed my brother,’ she thought, as she spun the practice spear around her. ‘He was a drug dealer. I have to get used to that.’ She tossed the bar into the air, and caught it after a back flip. ‘Ver’On forgave me so quickly for killing his grandfather. How could he do that?’ She dropped the bar to the floor and vaulted to the pommel horse. The hastily constructed piece wasn’t like the uneven bars that she liked, but she had wanted to become familiar with all gymnastics equipment in her training back home, and found that each piece strengthen a different muscle group, all helping her become better at her bars.


‘Can he really switch off his feelings so easily for family?...No. If he could he would not have reacted like he did to Uni’s death.’ She huffed at the thought, as she flipped from the end of the pommel horse. But stumbled off her left leg when she landed. Her leg was getting stronger, but Ter’Oth had confirmed, it would never be 100%. She rubbed her thy gently, she could see her scar even through her pants. ‘How can he love someone like me?’ she asked. ‘I’m all banged up, limping all over the place. I can’t fight like I did. Hell I can’t walk without limping. How can he love me?’ She lined herself up with her bars, and began her approach. She’d devised a way of getting onto the bars without help, and so far it was working. She caught the bar after a high flip, and began her work.


‘If he loves me…can I love him? Can I forgive him for what he did? What will he do when he goes back to Earth? Will he go after Ralph and Mr. Com? How can I stop him? I can’t let him hurt them. But then, why would he? They aren’t…dangerous. Ralph is a cook in his own diner, Mr. Com is old, in his 70’s. Where is the honor for them for hurting them? Still, how can I protect them? They’re all I’ve got left!’ All these questions, and more, played on her mind repeatedly as she made her rounds on her course. This was how she sorted out her thoughts, how she worked through her problems…how she used to vent her anger and frustrations. But as M’Pa had left with Kal-esh to meet with Ver’On, she couldn’t help but wonder just why he didn’t come to see her first, or if he really wonted to.


The door had opened again, she could smell the change in the air around her. The room was getting stuffy, and it did smell like a locker room. Maybe she had been her too long. Maybe she was making a mountain out of a mole hill. ‘Then again,’ she thought, ‘he is quite the mountain.’


“My’El!” She made a handstand on the upper bar. He did come to see her, and he sounded… excited! She glanced over to where he stood, ON HER MATS, and scanned his body up and down.


‘God he looks so sexy in that armor.’ And she felt her arms begin to waver. ‘Concentrate! You’ll hurt yourself if you fall.’ She looked him up and down, noting his defined muscles, his ready stance, his… well…inverted height, and his extended arms, looking to greet her. She loved those arms, sStrong enough to break the neck of any opponent, and yet soft enough to cradle her. She wanted to be in those arms, to lose herself in the warmth and love they offered. ‘If he loves me, even for all my faults…’


“Come down My’El. You’ve not yet greeted my return.”


‘I do love him…and…’ She lowered herself from the bar dropping to the floor, carefully balancing herself before she made her final exercise. ‘I have to tell him.’






In the middle of the room, stood two bars, exactly like the ones El used in her battle with the males back on her world. But it wasn’t just that. It was El. She was swinging around on the bars by her hands, and not just dangling either.


He watched as she flipped from one bar to the next, her body flexing and bending around the bars. His breath caught as she let go of the upper most bar completely, and spun around in the air. As her hands grasped the bar again when she came down, he took a breath, and watched as she continued to work between the bars.


“You see what I mean?” M’Pa asked, as Ver’On panted watching his mate before him.


“I’ve seen her use this before,” he gasped. “Though not like this. Where did this come from?”


“She had me put it together, exactly as she directed. Then she went to some of the sparing rooms and took the mats from the floor and brought them here. She wouldn’t let anyone remove them since.”


“She’s magnificent. Look at how her muscles flex, how coordinated…such concentration…” Then he realized what M’Pan had meant about her clothes. “How many have seen her like this?!” he said, noting how tightly her top and leg coverings held to her body.


M’Pa looked around. “These few I suppose, some of the elders that didn’t go on the hunt may have seen her pass in the halls. What few that remained refused to listen to me, it took Kon-det to have them leave her alone.”


“It took and ELDER to overrule YOU!!”


“Yes, I’m sorry.”


“Do not be…it is they who were disrespectful.” Ver’On stepped onto the mat, still watching his mate move her slender form in aggressive twists, rolls, and flips between the bars. “My’El!” The girl seemed to freeze in mid handstand on the upper bar. “Come down My’El. You’ve not yet greeted my return.”


El allowed her body to slowly drop down from the bar, and Ver’On could see how unstable her left leg still was in supporting her weight fully. But his attention was quickly drawn to her movements, as she flipped her body over and over, gaining speed as she got closer to him.


He suddenly found himself, flat on his back on the floor, El squarely seated on her knees on his chest, where she’d deliberately thrown all of her weight and momentum. Before he could protest, she quickly gagged him, using one of his own dreadlocks. “Let’s get one thing clear,” she panted, staring back into his amber eyes, that she could see growing in anger every second. “If you…or any of your kind…so much as displace one follicle of hair, on either of the heads of those old men back on my world…” and she leaned closer, making sure he could see her round breasts down the top of her shirt. “…you will never…EVER…see me naked again. Do we understand each other!?”


He could have easily thrown her off, grab her small hips in his massive hands, toss her on the floor, and roar at her for her audacity for attacking him. But…she never did anything without a reason, and this was it. She wanted him to understand how far she would go to ensure the safety of the only two oomans she considered family. She was willing to risk even his wrath.
Ver’On nodded. “Good,” she sighed, and removed hid dread from his mouth, laying it gently over his shoulder. “Then…my mate…I forgive you…” and her lips sealed around his inner mouth, her compacted form, stretching out over his, impressing upon him her joy of having him back safely.


As Ver’On claimed his mate in his arms, M’Pa looked on, totally confused. How could Ver’On allow such behavior? Then initiate mating? This was way – WAY – too much. He wasn’t cut out to be Kadji, at least not to a temper-mental – agile – moody – unpredictable – hormone driven – Ooman, like El. He’d have to talk to them later, attempt to get them to release him. He was better off just mating with an Ooman and then forgetting her. That’s what he preferred.


Then the males along the wall began to move in, he gave a warning growl and crouched nearest the lusting pair. “Perhaps…El, Ver’On, we should move to a more private location.” El let Ver’On’s tongue slip form her lips, rolling her hips against what she wanted. Ver’On purred at her and gripped her bottom tightly, making sure she gave adequate pressure to his rising hunger. “El, Ver’On.”


“They can have the mats,” El gasped. “I’m done.”


“You’ll be done alright…if you don’t get out of here, now!”


Ver’On grumbled deep in his chest, sending waves of delighted exited energy through her body. “Kadji is correct, My’El,” he sighed. “We best not make a spectacle of what we both want.”


“I guess not,” she panted in reply. “There will be time enough for that tomorrow.” El didn’t even get to her feet, and she was effortlessly suspended in Ver’On’s arms, as he strode pridefuly out the door, M’Pa clearing a path for them.


Rather than returning to their quarters, Ver’On went straight to the docking bay, heading to the cruiser as the attendants secured fuel lines to the prots. “Ver’On? What’s going on?” she asked, as more Yautja came in and boarded the ship. Then she noticed his brow was void of his clan symbol. “Your mark! Where is it?”


“Be still my mate,” he replied, nuzzling into her neck. “All will be explained in time.”


“Wait!!” they heard from the end of the embarking ramp. Ver’On turned, not letting El from his grasp one bit, even when M’Pa offered to take her. “Ver’On!” It was Ter’Oth and Lee’tha, and two other females and another male.


“What is it Ter’Oth?” Ver’On grumbled, wondering who next was going to beg him to stay.


“Ver’On, son of Kire-Dest and Rust’la, I, Ter’Oth, healer for the Kesh-Ma clan, formally request that my mate and I, and her family, join you and your clan.”


Ver’On just stared at the group. Ter’Oth was a well respected healer on the ship. He was willing to give all that up, to come with him? And Lee’tha, though mated to Ter’Oth, was pregnant. Such a move would undoubtedly cause her stress. And her sisters, one newly mated, the other still a child. What were they thinking? He’d no idea even if his tiny group would be able to survive as it was. The ship was far too small even for the few that were there already. As for the invitation from the Lara-Kree, how long would their hospitality last for just his few family.


M’Pa stepped up next to Ver’On. “We do need a healer,” he stated quietly, haven quickly scanned the list of family and their specialties, “and he is the most familiar with El’s physiology.”


“Are you saying that we steal one of the Kesh-Ma’s healers?”


“It is only stealing if you take them away by force. Here they are…at the end of your ship’s ramp, requesting to join.” Another Yautja stepped up, whispering to M’Pa. M’Pa gave a chuckle and turned back to Ver’On. “Apparently they were so sure you’d accept, they already had their belongings loaded.”


Ver’On chuckled also, that would have been Lee’tha’s doing. “Very well, Family of Ter’Oth, you may join us.” Before his entire sentence was out, the group was already half way up the ramp.


Lee’tha hugged El, as she still lay in Ver’On’s arms, a hasty introduction to her sisters and her brother-in-law. “So,” Lee’tha continued, noting how Ver’On would not put her down.


“So…what?” she asked.


“Are you pregnant?” she asked, as though it was an obvious question she was missing.


“NO!” El screeched in mid laugh. “We haven’t been alone yet.”


“Oh…”


“I think,” Ver’On sighed, lifting El closer to purr into her neck as he walked the halls of the ship, “we should wait till gathering.”


“WHAT!!!!!”


“It would be momentous!”


“IT WOULD BE TORTURE! PLAIN AND SIMPLE!”


“Well, there is…as I’ve been informed…a penalty of an hour with M’Pa you must endure.”


“OH NO!”


“I cannot interfere with his teaching you of our language. He must complete your lesson.”


“You can’t be serious!”


“Very. There is much I need to complete here anyway; it should take only an hour or so.”


“You wouldn’t!”


“By the time I return, you should be ready for sleep, which is where I would rather be for a while before gathering. I’ll arouse you myself in the morning, before letting M’Pa escort you to the gathering grounds. There you’ll wait for me, and we’ll begin our family.”


“YOU ARE CRUEL!!!” she shouted, slapping at his broad chest. “PUT ME DOWN, SO I CAN KICK YOUR BUTT!!!”


“You are impetus aren’t you,” he laughed, sliding his tongue around her ear, despite her repeated requests to be released. “Not to worry My’El, you will enjoy me soon enough.”


“I’d rather sooner than later!” Ver’On then set her down on the bed in their new room. “Come back here!” she shouted, as he left the room.


“Can I come in?” Lee’tha asked from the door.


“Sure…you can give me pointers on how to tease HIM as bad as I’ve been teased.”


“Oh you’re already doing that,” Lee’tha laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed, and lowering her voice. “Your scent is driving him crazy. Did you not notice how uncomfortably he’s walking?” El shook her head no. “He’s so aroused by your scent, he’s filled his cloth. If he moves wrong in any direction,” she giggled, “HE’LL FALL OUT!!!!” El’s eyes went wide, then she began to laugh, long and hard.


“YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING!!!” she gasped. Lee’tha shook her head no. “SERVES HIM RIGHT!” she shouted after the closing door.






He watched the fuel lines being removed from the cruiser, as he readied his father’s old ship for departure. He had to get off the other ship. He was so embarrassed by the betrayal of his body to his mate, he could not risk being embarrassed further in front of his family. He left M’Pa in charge of the cruiser, saying he would escort his family safely out of the vessel, and over to the Lara-Kree clan ship, where they were welcomed to remain for as long as they liked. Ver’On wondered if the Lara-Kree wanted him to join their clan, or if they just offered a safe harbor, until he could get a larger ship to begin his own clan.


Single family clans never made it on their own, not unless they became marauders. That was not something that appealed to him. He’d come across a few marauding clans; small, feisty, not too bright…he figured too much inbreeding in the family was going on. None of the marauders were worth their weight in a fight, nor on a hunt. He would have to find the oldest among his family and discuss the idea. Then make a formal appeal to the Lara-Kree. If they were to survive, they needed to be strong. He’d have to track down the rest of his family that had departed their ship, and inform them of their change in status, and of his being named Elder to the family.


If there was an older Hur descendant out there, he would be challenged for the title, he wondered if he would really put up much of a fight. He didn’t like the idea of politics. But then again, what would the challenger be like? Would he be worthy of holding the title? Would they insist that the family return to the Kesh-Ma? Or worse, would they demand that they go it alone?


His attention was drawn to a beep from his con. He pressed the button and a holograph of M’Pa’s face floated before him. “The cruiser is ready, Elder.”


Ver’On felt an odd sense of pride to his new title. He was responsible for his entire family now. He could decide what to do, where to go, where to hunt, and what traditions that they were to follow. Many of his family had questions, mostly about the old traditions they didn’t like. There were some he didn’t like either. He’d have to discuss them at length. “Very well, M’Pa, stand by.” He ignited his engines, and headed out the open docking bay door. He made a full sensor sweep of the area, making sure there was nothing that would hurt the unarmed cruiser. “You may launch when ready M’Pa. All is clear.”


Slowly the gold skinned cruiser moved out of the hanger. It had to go slow, it was so large, there were only a few inches to spare all around it and the open door. It literally took up an entire section, right along the ceiling of the docking bay. It was the only place the clan could put such a ship. When it launched all the other ships had to be removed, and the staging and catwalks below the hulking vessel had to be removed, just to allow it to be lowered enough to attach the fuel hoses. Ver’On insisted that his ship remain till launch time, instructing that they completely lower the cruiser ONLY when his ship had left the docking bay.


The small scout ship hovered above the docking bay doors, angled down so that Ver’On could watch with his eyes, as M’Pa gave instruction to move the ship out. When M’Pa had told him he was an excellent navigator, he wasn’t kidding. Not even a scuff off the hull as it immerged from the clan ship. Though the hull of the cruiser showed evidence of being scratched repeatedly by careless piloting and navigation, right where the ship came closest to the door openings.


Finally clear, the ship angled up, and away. Ver’On followed it, circling many times, getting a good view of his new vessel. Yes, this ship would do nicely for long blooding hunt trips. He would need to secure a larger ship for sure, or secure an alliance with a larger clan. As he came over the top of the cruiser, he noted the old clan symbol painted on the hull. That would have to go. He looked back to the Kesh-Ma clan ship, feeling rather empty, knowing he would never walk its halls again as a member. But he still felt good about his decision. He turned back to the holograph of M’Pa. “Make for the Lara-Kree clan ship. I’ll make preparations for you to dock. Then, M’pa…you know what you must do.”


“Yes,” M’Pa smiled, “I know.”






Ver’On stood to the side, as the porters took the supplies off the cruiser. Family by family, the Hur decedents lined the area benind Ver’On, all wondering the same things. What would happen now? Where would they go? And of course, who was mating on the ship already? Ver’On smiled delightfully, he knew what was happening, and he knew his reward would come.


Guards at the dock entrance to the rest of the ship, gave a growl for attention. All eyes turned to the door as four elder males and three females entered, making their way to the new arrivals. Ver’On grunted to his family, and all downcast their eyes in respect. Ver’On bowed to the first elder to approach, customarily the oldest. “Rise, Ver’On,” the elder stated, slightly chuckling as his keen hearing picked up on the passionate cries, and repeated desperate pleas coming from the open ship. “Your Kadji and your mate?” he asked quietly.


Ver’On puffed up his chest. “She will be well prepared for gathering Elder,” he stated. The elder chuckled. “May I present the Decendants of Vaz’Hur, out of Nal’Vaz by Ten’Hur.”


“Welcome,” he said loudly, as the group of Yautja all bowed. “You are all welcome to remain as long as you feel welcome.”


“Through those doors,” began another male, “you will be greeted by the honored class. They will evaluate the males and younglings. From there you will be assigned quarters, where the youngbloods will escort you.”


“The descendants of Hur are grateful,” Ver’On said, and waved his family forward, the oldest ones proceeding first with their families. He then turned his attention to the elders. “I am honored that you know my name, elders, but I do not know yours.”


“Formal introductions are usually reserved for dinner,” stated a female. “It is there you would join the elders at their table, as head of your family.”


“My mate,” said the second elder, “Raz-lin, she is always the one to stick to protocol. Sometimes I think she’d make a better male elder, than the mate to one.” They all chuckled a bit as the female made a playful swat at her mate. “I am Hail-Det, you are undoubtedly aware of Kal’esh’s uncle, D’es’Tal.” The pair nodded to each other in respect. “He is the one who was so impressed by your mate the night she took down the bad blood in the dinning hall. By the way, where is your mate?”


“Currently unavailable,” D’es’Tal stated, “We’ll meet her later, more formally. Come, Ver’On, you can oversee the placing of your family. Your ship is quite safe here.”


“Thank you,” he replied, but still pressed the button sequence to seal the ship. “To keep El from wandering,” he laughed. “She has a tendancy to go where she should not, without knowing. We are teaching her our written language, but still it is in the beginning process. Best to be safe than sorry. For her sake that is.”


“I quite agree. Come now, we shall not keep you. I’ll show you to your new quarters myself.”






El lay as still and quiet as she could. Maybe if she didn’t make a move, M’Pa would let her alone. “I can hear your heart beat changing,” M’Pa whispered, pressing his body to hers, as he slowly crawled over her.


“No, please…M’Pa, no more,” she pleaded, as his purring began at the nape of her neck. “I can’t…not any more…please.”


He licked her cheek, not listening to her at all, when a different taste washed over his tongue. It was salty, and water mixed together, he then looked at her as she gently cried. “El? Are you in pain?” She shook her head no, but said nothing, as her body rocked gently to silent cries. “Then why are you crying?” he laughed.


“Don’t laugh!” she tried to yell, only her sore throat would not allow her. “I can’t move, you just wont stop…”


“I must make sure you’re ready for gathering,” he stated, turning her over, and sliding his hand between her thighs.


“NO!” she cried, feeling his fingers begin their slow gentle torture as they had for hours before.


“I must make sure…”


“But you won’t – AH! – finish!”


“So that’s it. You wish me to mate you, or make you feel like you did when I first began.”


“YES!! AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!”


“That was an accident. I must not bring you passed that point again. That is for Ver’On to do. I must make sure that you are ready for him.”


“STOP IT!!!!!” she managed to kick him, and rolled off the bed. Her legs would not support her, she’d been teased by this man for hours, without stopping. Only when he’d left, just a few moments ago, to use the bathroom, did she receive any peace.
M’Pa nursed the mild bruise forming one his leg, and looked at the ooman, cowering on the floor. She still insisted on taking one sheet with her, covering one part of her exposed body or another. He’d yet to see her completely naked. He wanted to rip every thread of the coverings apart, so there would be nothing to hide behind. But that was for Ver’On to do. He slid over and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m sorry El,” he sighed. “Perhaps I have gone too far.”


“I think that was well over two hours ago,” she gasped, covering herself completely, but she quickly found that her body was too covered in sweat to allow the cloth to slide smoothly over her.


“Ver’On told me that you must be ready for gathering. He said that you would be far too small for him if he tried to mate you first.”


“So what’s the use of all this!? I CAN’T MOVE! I CAN HARDLY THINK!”


M’Pa scooted form the bed and held her to his chest, even though she struggled to be free of him. “Try to understand,” he sighed, not giving in to her insistent struggles. “Oomans are far too fragile. If Ver’On were to simply mate you, you would be killed. You’d die from the shock, and the damage his body would inflict on you. As I make sure you are ready, it gives his body little resistance. He would be able to join with your body smoothly, with little to no pain I’m sure.”


“What the hell are you talking about?!”


“Do you not know how people mate, at all?”


“Yes! What do you think me to be…a child!?”


“Sometimes I wonder.” She slapped his arms, finally settling to his gentle hold. “I guess I’m just not good at…explaining it. That’s all.”


“You’ll need to when you become a father. Or are you already a father?”


“Oh I have several children, yes. But none that I am a mate to their mothers for.”


“The love ‘em and leave ‘em type, hu?”


“Something like that, if I understand the second word correctly. The closest I have ever come to being a mate to any female, is with you. I have mated with many ooman females before, but none have carried my offspring. And from experience, I can tell you, you will be far too small for either of us, if you are not prepared properly.”


“You’ve been to my world before?”


“Yes. Many times. Though I stay mainly to the warmer climates, where the jungles are rich and hunting is plentiful.” He pulled a leather string from around his neck and held up an ivory tooth that dangled on it. “I hunted this creature, right before I mated my last ooman. She was out in the water ways, and it was hunting her.”


“It’s an alligator tooth. That must have been some alligator, that’s a big tooth.”


“It was. Nearly as long in the body as Ver’On is tall, then at least the length of my arm for a tail.” As he recounted his hunt to her, he gently began to purr, deep in his chest. At first she didn’t notice, she was listening to him, as he told how the reptile was following the woman, as she sailed over the water in a small boat. As she neared a shore to get out on, the creature made its move, and so did he. The girl had been pushed to the shore, and waited there. Seeming transfixed by the torrent battle between her unseen hero, and the leviathan that would have devoured her.


“…and as I lay the dead beast at her feet, my cloak finally went down. She seemed receptive enough, all I had to do was touch her cheek, and she stripped her clothes for me.”


“She couldn’t have been that easy.”


“She was, and as tight as her body was to take me, she bore the brunt of my mating her quite well. But there was an odd scent about her, and she kept calling out – Ro…aah…geee…errr. What does it mean?”


El couldn’t help but laugh. "It means she was most likely drunk, or stoned on marijuana, and thought you were her other mate, Roger. It was his name she was calling out. It was him she thought you were, and it was to him she gave herself, not to you. You were just the proxy, in a weird sort of way.”


M’Pa groaned. He’d never been confused for an ooman before. How humiliating. “Don’t tell any one, ok El?”


“On one condition,” she sighed. “You let me take a bath. Alone.”


M”Pa sighed. “As you wish. I should really go find out what Ver’On is doing anyway. Do you need some help?”


“Yes. Just sit me in the tub, and put the plug in the drain. I can take care of the rest.”


“Ok, but first, we’ll need to find our new quarters. There are no bathtubs on this ship.”


“Not even in here?” M’Pa shook his head. “Great. Where are my clothes?”


“Not suitable to wear, they are in many pieces.”


“You tore them!”


“I had too. They would not come off otherwise.”


“Oh great. Those were next to my last set of clothes from home. Now what do I do?”


M’Pa handed her a gold sheet from the bed. “I can wrap you up, let Ver’On unwrap you when we join him.”


“Don’t even joke.” M’Pa chuckled and helped wrap the sheet around her body. “M’Pa?” she asked, just as he was about to rise. “I probably shouldn’t ask this, but…how…big, are Yautja males?” M’Pa just looked at her, then rose to his feet, letting his loincloth fall to the floor.


El’s eyes nearly popped right out of her head. “And I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” he stated. “Though I’m sure that Ver’On is larger.”


“I…I…I yiyi,” she cleared her throat and tried again. “I wouldn’t know. I haven’t looked at him.”


“Why not? He’s paraded around enough for you, hasn’t he?”


“I told him I wanted to be surprised.”


“Had you ever seen a male before?”


“Not unless I was changing his diapers.”


“Infants? That is no way to gage how a real Male will look later in life. Wait, I thought you had no children?”


“I don’t. But I looked after my neighbor's baby on occasion.”


“So you know how to care for younglings. Good. I’ll make sure Ver’On knows, while you take your bath.” He replaced his loincloth, gathered his armor, then picked her up and headed out of the ship.


Outside he was met by two guards, ordered to remain till he came out. They were told to then escort M’Pa and the female, no matter what state she was in, to their new quarters on the Elder’s deck. The lift doors opened to the level, and two honor class guards stood waiting. The first two guards remained on the lift, while the other two escorted M’Pa down the hall, passed several intersecting halls, to a large sliding double door. One guard knocked, then motioned for his colleague to follow, as they returned to their post.


The door opened and Ver’On looked up from a stack of four message pads in his hands, they all went to the floor as he reached out and took El from M’Pa. “She is well prepared,” M”Pa stated, kicking a few of the pads back into the room, where they’d landed in the hall. “I think it would be best if she were to have a bath, then rest until gathering.”


Ver’On purred loudly, as El began to kiss the underside of his chin, moving quickly to the area of his neck she knew he liked to have nuzzled. “I think that would be best,” he said, and headed for the bathroom. “Our room is prepared, M’Pa, why don’t you unpack. I’ll be out in a minute.”


Ver’On thrust El from his embrace onto the counter in the bathroom, nearly seating her in the wash basin all together. “El, please…you know what that does to me…” he pleaded, feeling his lower groin begin to stir in need.


“And you think that what M’Pa was doing was teaching me the Yautja form of tiddlywinks!”


“I’ve no idea what you just said.”


“Well let me put it to you another way,” she pulled his mandible down so that his eyes were level with hers. “If Gathering is postponed ONE MORE DAY!!!” Ver’On could see the fire in her eyes, smell the desire from her flesh, feel the heat from her hand. M’Pa certainly knew how to ready a female. He’d have to commend him, perhaps reward him with the right to mate her at the same time as he.


“What My’El. What will you do?”


“I will follow you, everywhere you go, for the entire time we wait for gathering. And if you think it was uncomfortable to walk on the ship coming over here, you aint felt NOTHING yet buster. You’ll need a cloth three times the size you’ve got right now, just to keep from falling out. DO WE UNDERSTAND!?”


“Quite, My’El,” he said, seizing her hips and thrusting his hips to hers, pressing the full brunt of his need to her body. Her head fell back, she wanted to feel all of him, she wanted to have finished what M’Pa had stroked her body for hours for. “If I did not have so much work to do now, I would forgo gathering, and take you right now!”


“I’m not going anywhere,” she sighed, rolling her hips to his gentle rhythm against her.


“Yes, My’El, I’m afraid you are.”


“What?”


“To the tub…remember?”


“The tub…oh yeah…the tub. I was thinking of a bath, wasn’t I?”


“That’s what M’Pa suggested. I’ll come and collect you when its time for bed. When we wake, I’ll forget about making you ready, and escort you to the gathering grounds myself.”


“What about your mark?” she asked. “I thought you needed a new mark?”


“We all do. But for now, we hold our status. Our clan is alone right now. We are guests on this ship.”


“Well don’t go off on your own. God that little ship was like a sardine can.”


“I know.” He turned on the water in the tub, haven been reluctant to leave her body alone for any length of time, but if she was to bathe, then she’d need the water. “El, tell me what you think of this. The Hur descendants are but a hand full, maybe 37 in total, if we’re to count Lee’tha and her sisters, Ter’Oth and M’Pa. The Lara-Kree clan are well over three thousand in rank, but they’ve few skilled instructors like myself. The elder, Hail-Det, has requested that I consider joining their clan. He believes that I may be able to pass on my skills to their younglings. What do you think?”


“You want my opinion?”


“Yes. As my mate, you have as much input into these decisions as I do.”


“But the final word is yours.”


“I must do what is right for my family.”


She put her arms round his neck, smiling. “Then if you follow that advice, you won’t need my input. The greater good must prevail, no matter what.”


“I’ve not told you why I broke my family from the Kesh-Ma.”


“You don’t have too. Lee’tha gave me the scoop. They were forcing you into a marriage that you didn’t want, and wanting you to turn me into a whore. Have I got that right?”


“Basically, yes.”


“I don’t want to be in politics, Ver’On. I would have sat at your side as your mate, yes. But any decisions you make as Elder to your family, I will follow and support. I’ve no right to interfere with the way your people govern themselves. Hell, my people can barely do that as it is, what right do I have to impose my views on a people, I know next to nothing about? All I know is what I feel in here,” and she pressed his hand to her chest, so he could feel her heart beat. “My heart is yours Ver’On, it always was. I’ll follow you, I’ll support you…I’ll have your children…Just don’t leave me…please…”


All Ver’On could hear was her heart, beating like a thunderous drum. He cupped her face in his hands, as he drew his tongue across her lips. Quickly she sealed her mouth around his, letting her sheet loosen and fall form her breasts. Strong wide hands gently went down her shoulders, purrs so deep and lustful, they resounded through the whole room, made her melt into his arms. He trailed his tongue, puckering her skin to resemble a kiss, down her neck, till finally he felt her breast mounds resting just below his chin. Slowly he spread his mandibles, gathering the soft flesh in the grasp of the strong appendages. His tongue quickly latched around an erect nipple, drawing his mouth around it, he suckled deep onto her flesh. She pulled on his dreads, to keep him close. NO WAY was he escaping this time.


The sheet was slowly slipping away, not just from gentle tugs from his hands, but from his own body, crushing it beneath him as he made his way down her flesh. He rested his weight on one knee, pulling her hips gently forward, letting her breast fall from his mouth. She moaned gently, disappointed that his attention was taken away from her, but as she opened her eyes to beg him to continue, she found no need, as he trailed his tongue down her flesh. He dipped his tongue tip into her navel, eliciting an amused squeal from her, then he continued down her body, parting her legs as he scented the most treasured part of her.


She tried to lean forward to pull him closer to her heated area, but he growled low, pressing her shoulders back, causing her lower body to be more freely exposed. He wasted little time, as he traced his tongue gently over the folds of her flesh. She bucked gently to his touch, she was so sensitive down there, and with good reason. He noted how swollen and ready her flesh seemed; moist with her nectar of fertility. She smelled delightful, and wondered if she tasted just as sweet. Gently he pressed his tongue past her folds, into the one place that all males sought to unite with. He heard her try to cry, but only managing a warbled moan of barely restrained desire.


The taste that struck his tongue was the sweetest he’d ever known. Suddenly overcome with a need to have it, he thrust his tongue deeply into her, she squealed loudly as she felt his silk muscled flesh slice into her, heedless of her sensitivity, needing the taste of her more than the breath of life. He purred, vibrating her deeply into her core, as more of her juices flooded into his mouth. He had a hard time keeping her legs still, as she tried to wrap them around his head to keep him in place. He grasped her knees and held them at bay, repeatedly dipping the end of his tongue from the folds of her flesh to the inner most of her core, tracing the edge of her hymen, reminding himself that he would soon break that one virgin barrier, and plant the beginnings of a new family deep inside her body.


She moaned, cried out, screamed even, for him to not stop. She tried to grasp at the wall behind her, to keep from slipping off the counter in her thrashings, but the wall proved too smooth, or her hands just not willing to listen to what her brain told them to do. She tried to lean up on the counter top, only to fall against the wall, as Ver’On eagerly devoured her. She could feel the heat rising higher in her body, the same way that M’Pa would stroke her to that lovely point where all seemed to explode. She prayed that he would not stop now. To be let fall back to normal rhythm, without that wondrous rush of emotion, would certainly kill her. M’Pa seemed to take sadistic pleasure in arousing her to that point, then letting her go without release. Ver’On could not be so cruel.


“Ver’On, please…” she begged, trying to roll her hips to the rhythm of his diving tongue. He purred softly, his voice lost to him in the moment of his lust. “…I want you,” she begged, but Ver’On continued to taste her sweet flesh. “PLEASE!!!!!” And he dove his tongue to her depths, curling it around the surface of her innocence, but he didn’t stop there.


The Yautja tongue is longer than any ooman’s, most often not all of it was ever used. Their evolution gave them the length to aid them in sucking the marrow from the bones of the animals they ate. But since the Yautja were now more evolved, they didn’t do that. Though their evolution didn’t detract the length of the tongue.


Ver’On thrust the total length of it into her, tasting her all over his surface. She could feel it getting thicker, the longer it became, though it was still quite soft, and malleable to the muscles of her body. Once is tongue was totally inside her, he pressed his inner teeth carefully to her flesh, locking that tiny nub between two ivory talons, he pressed gently harder to her, and purred.


At first it was a gentle wave of soft vibration, then a steady hum, but he wasn’t finished there. The more he purred at her, the more her juices flowed over his tongue. He knew if he continued, he would bring her off the edge that she’d been walking so tightly these last few days. Confident that her fertility would last till the next day, he didn’t stop. His purr deepened in tone, increased in intensity, and he watched as her face became a war zone of lust, desire, common sense, affection, joy, and fright.


The heat in her body began to build even faster, the gentle hum of him against her spread like a cylinder of vibrating tissues straight up her body’s core. How could one person do this to her? What power did he poses to completely overwhelm her body, mind, and senses? ‘Oh…hell…’ she thought, ‘who the hell cares!’ The vibrations seemed to spin wildly inside her belly, she could feel them begin to churn at the base of her ribs, like the slow turning of a hurricane. She felt his hand slide over her lower belly, pressing gently to feel her muscles fight to maintain control. He gave one savage growl, and purred long and hard to her. She couldn’t take it, her mind lost all train of thought. She couldn’t remember who she was, what she was laying on, nor where she was. The only thought that came crashing to the forefront of her mind, was the desperate need to hold on to what was embedded between her legs.


Her muscles clamped hard around the flesh that invaded her, seeming to pull gently to encourage the flesh to embed itself deeper. She bucked hard against the base of the flesh, trying to keep the base from moving too far from her, to force the flesh harder into her. One leg was free, wrapping around the trunk of the flesh’s base, to keep the body of it from pulling free. Suddenly her other leg was also free, and joined the efforts of the other, holding the trunk, that the base was on, that the flesh lead from, that was inside her. STAY, her body demanded, as solid hands gripped her bottom, and pulled her harder onto the flesh. STAY, her mind cried. But her audible screams were too incoherent to acknowledge anything.
Ver’On held tight to her hips, as her body rocked in the most powerful climax he’d ever witnessed. Had he been ooman, he was certain that she would have suffocated him against her groin. Gushing wave after gushing wave of her sweetness flowed over every inch of his tongue. How could Yautja not want to mate with oomans? They tasted so wonderful, their bodies were so flexible, their desires so willing. He wondered if mating with a Yautja female would ever be the same again.


He felt his member twitch madly between his legs. He needed release as much as she did. But gathering was still hours away. As El began to settle from her climax, he slowly withdrew his tongue, savoring every drop of her as his tongue returned to his mouth. Slowly he rose, stretching painfully over her body. He wondered if she would allow him to ease himself over her, to allow his body to release its burden. His answer came as his flesh slid over hers, gently touching her tender nub of nerves. Seeing that she did not object, he tried again, bending deep at his knees, and grinding the length of his engorged sex across her tender folds. She opened her legs more to him, raising her knees, herself, over his arms. Eagerly he repeated his movements, setting a slow steady pace, beginning at the end of his flesh and thrusting upwards till the base rested against her hips.


He did this over and over again, feeling little in the line of release, but getting used to how her flesh would feel against him. He increased his pace, bending deeper, feeling the tip of his organ dip gently to the hollow that would sheath his spire at gathering. Over and over he ground his organ against her, feeling her body’s heat well up again, her juices flowing freely form her opening, providing a near slick passage for him to enter her.


Suddenly he grasped her hips, making sure her legs were higher than his bent elbows. He squared his hips, and brought the end of his flesh to bare on the small ooman opening. He felt a sudden cold rush of air, as though his body was sending all of its heat to his nether region, as though to provide heat to overwhelm the female’s soon to be invaded form. M’Pa may have made her ready, but it was HE who would make her a woman. “TO HELL WITH GATHERING!!!” he growled, and leaned slightly forward.


“VER’ON!!!”