Rivers Run Deep

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Authors Notes: Full Disclaimer at the begining of the first chapter.



Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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Rivers Run Deep



Chapter 40



Most of M’Pa’s belongings had been moved to Ver’On’s new quarters, but his weapons had been left behind, for the simple fact that he’d had them locked up. Not for fear of being stolen, just because it was habit.


Now, nearly an hour later, he was returning with a chest, all of his weapons stowed inside. As he rounded another corner, he had to stop, a young, rather pretty, female Yautja stood in his path. “Hello, M’Pa, welcome back,” she greeted cheerfully, swaying her amply developed breasts, barely contained in her tight fitting dress.


“Hello, Fer’aza,” he replied, shifting the heavy chest. The corridor was too narrow to walk around her without hitting her as he passed.


“I’d heard you’d returned with our guests.”


“Yes.”


“Why didn’t you come to see me?”


“I’ve been busy, Fer’aza. I haven’t the time to chase after children.” He angled the chest and gently pushed her out of the way to pass. “And I’m still busy.”


“I can see that, but I wanted to tell you something!”


M’Pa stopped, but it wasn’t her words that had halted his stride. “What is that?” he asked, not referring to her restrained news.


“I’m no longer a child. My birthday was four days ago. I can attend gathering!”


“Ah huh,” he replied, still with little interest.


“And I wish to attend with you.”


“WHAT?!”


“I want to attend gathering with you. I’m of age now, and I’ve selected you.”


M’Pa’s shoulders heaved with the air of a ‘not again’ attitude. “Fer’aza, I can’t. No…I won’t! Even if I could!”


“What?”


“The one thing is this,” he set the chest on the floor, and turned to her, flexing his muscles to look intimidating, but only managed to impress the youth. “Regardless of what age you are right now, to me you are still a child. You’ve yet to prove to me you are a woman.”


“M’Pa…” she pouted, “How could you?”


“The other, is quite important to me. I am Kadji, to the Elder of the Hur Family and his mate. If you truly want me, go to her and ask her to release me. Until then…GROW UP!”


The girl huffed and stormed off. M’Pa couldn’t believe what he just did. Only a few hours ago he’d been contemplating requesting Ver’On and El to release him. Now he justifies his position to the annoying female that had been shadowing him for weeks before they’d met the Kesh-Ma clan. He hoped now that Ver’On and El would keep him, even if they were approached by Fer’aza. He knew El didn’t want him, but he also knew that she enjoyed the way he made her feel. Maybe he could find a way to make sure they wouldn’t release him. The alternative was far too ghastly for him to even consider. Fer’aza, though from a good family, was far too shallow. She was too focused on what she could have, as a breeding female. Not only that, she was a child. A CHILD! Even he was seventeen years past his right of age, before he even considered mating. His younger sister had been even older before she took her first mate.


M’Pa shook his head. There was really only one explanation. ‘Hormones,’ he thought, ‘they ought to lock them up.’


He turned back down the hall, pausing only a moment to investigate the steadily advancing layer of water, inching its way down the hall, ‘Now, where is this all coming from?’ He followed the hall, heading towards his quarters, noting at the intersecting halls, the water was heading that way too. As he made the last turn to his new residence, he noticed three males, with maintenance equipment and tools, about to knock on this door. He roared to draw their attention; not to mention saving their skins from Ver’On. “What is your purpose?” he asked, setting the chest on the floor. That’s when he noticed how the water in the hall was coming from his new quarters.


“There’s a malfunction with the water delivery system,” said one of the males. “We were about to enter to make repairs.”


“You would have angered the elder,” M’Pa replied, “He is tending his mate.”


“We knocked, but only heard a female screaming. Security has been sent for.”


M’Pa never heard the last, as he unlocked the door, and rushed inside. Water flooded the floor through out the unit, coming from the main bedroom. The message pads were no longer on the floor where they were dropped. Ver’On had to be gone, leaving El alone.


He looked to the facility room, where the water steadily followed from under the door. Without thinking he forced the door open. ‘I can’t fail Ver’On!’ he thought, feeling the humid air caused by the warm water rush passed him, the cool of the rest of the room swirling around his legs.


“To hell with gathering,” he heard a growling voice say.


‘NO! I’ve failed!’ “VER’ON!!” he shouted, praying his voice would carry to him, wherever he was on the new ship. He’d kill whoever it was hurting El, and to save Ver’On the cruel decision of dismissing him, he’d throw himself onto his own spear, for his failure. But not before that same spear, tasted the blood of El’s attacker.






The sudden voice, that ripped through the air, startled him. More so, it infuriated him. How dare ANYONE attempt to stop him from mating with his OWN MATE!! His roar, so deep with basic instinctual rage, caused him to shift position slightly, not intending to, as his hips surged forward.


The end of his phallus slipped over her opening, and with the force of his surge, slammed his hips hard against her tender region. The length of him slid up between her folds, harshly sliding over her tiny nub. He could feel El’s muscles clamp hard…on nothing, as her body erupted in another climax, one so powerful she passed out, her instinctual realization that she’d never been entered, her cry of disappointment, knifing into his ears.



How dare this interloper interfere. How dare this MALE attempt to take his right from him. He’d kill him. As he turned, his thoughts coming down from his fevered pitch of mating lust, to center on his rage. He turned to the intruder. He didn’t care how exposed he was, he would kill the intruder, rip him to shreds if he had to. NO ONE WOULD DENY HIM HIS MATE ANY LONGER!!!






M’Pa quickly realized Ver’On was the owner of the voice he’d heard. M’Pa stood there, dumb founded by what he’d just done. Ver’On’s howl of anger strong in the air, and El’s cry of disappointment clearly plain, before she passed out. From what M’Pa could see, Ver’On was about to take El, and from her cry, and her resulting unconsciousness, he must have. The shock of his entry to her must have been too much for her. Then he saw Ver’On’s rage filled eyes, he felt as though they were burrowing into the back of his scull.


How could he explain himself? Would Ver’On believe he was trying to steel El from him?


Ver’On’s icy eyes turned to M’Pa, as the huge Yautja’s form filled the open doorway, hiding the sight of the pair from the approaching warriors. “You’d…better…” Ver’On could not finish his warning, he was so enraged.


“The tub…” M’Pa stammered, “…has overflowed. It has flooded into the hall. I thought it was best that I enter, then the maintenance crew that were poised to enter before me.”


Ver’On didn’t move. El was unconscious on the counter, her legs laid over his upper arms, her breath quick and deep. “The…tub…?” he said, finally turning to the huge basin, as it rapidly crested its rim. His rage was quickly subsiding. It had been an honest attempt to help. M’Pa had no idea that he’d still be there, he’d no idea that Ver’On was about to mate El. More to the point, Ver’On didn’t even notice his feet nearly ankle deep in water “oh…”


M’Pa, turned and ordered the armed guards away, and grabbed a towel sheet and laid it around El and Ver’On, before going to the tub controls and turning off the water. “Is El alright?” he asked gently.


Ver’On looked down and sighed. “Yes…I shifted position,” he replied. “She’s still virgin.”


“Ver’On, I’m so sorry. I thought…”


“I know,” he stated, moving from between her legs, and cradling her in his arms. “You thought she was being attacked.”


“Yes,” he sighed. “I did not see the message pads where you had dropped them I believed you to be gone.” Ver’On lifted El into the water, gently washing her skin, and poring water over her hair. “What are you doing?”


“She wanted…a bath,” he stated, his adrenalin and lust born hormones finally clearing from his mind. “I will cleanse her, and put her to bed. When she wakes, it will be gathering. And I WILL have her.”


“I will see to it personally, that she is ready for you. I will make sure that no one comes near her, and I will stand guard while you mate. No one, Ver’On, not even me, will interrupt you.”


“You will not stand guard,” Ver’On stated. M’Pa suddenly had a rock the size of the prison asteroid, in the pit of his stomach. He was going to be dismissed, he was going to be left alone on Gathering day, when the only willing prospect he would be able to find on such short notice, was one female barely out of diapers. M’Pa swallowed hard. He had to think of something, a reason why he should remain Kadji! “You will be helping me with her,” Ver’On continued. If M’Pa could have wet his cloth he would have, he was that relieved. “She has certain…likes, when it comes to being made ready. I once put her into heat just by licking her ears. She likes that. And to make sure that she is receptive of me, even on the mating grounds, I want you there, playing with her at the same time I do, and while I take her. She will be far more relaxed, not to mention, more needing of a male to take her. Do you feel up to that?”


“Yes, Ver’On. I will serve you and El in whatever capacity you wish me in.”


“Good. You’ll need to be careful about her smell. She could attract the entire male gathering to her, with her scent alone.”


“Then I will be diligent.”


“Good,” Ver’On stated, gently massaging El’s hair with the cleansing lotion. “She will be pregnant before long. She is at the peak of her fertility. We shall have our family.”


M’Pa nodded, his heart heavy in his chest. “I understand, I will see to her personally while you are on your blooding hunt.”


“Good. Just remember. Without my permission, you cannot mate her, nor can you seed her.”


“I know.”


“Good. I just wanted to be sure you remembered that, for as you mate her tomorrow, you must remember not to seed her.”


“What?...Mate her!...TOMORROW!”


“Yes. You have my permission. But you are not permitted to seed her. Is that understood?”


M’Pa again nodded. “Perfectly.”


“Good. Now, put a sound dampening field around the edges of the bed. She will rest, while I clean up the mess in our room. I caused it, I’ll clean it.”


“I will, and I will help you.” M’Pa left to do as Ver’On had said, watching the hunter’s hands as they poured water over the female’s hair to rinse it. He was going to mate her. Ver’On was actually going to allow him the honor of mating his precious El, on gathering day. He quickly realized, he wasn’t going anywhere, his position was secured.






El rolled over in the bed, the blanket, barely a sheet, was warm and soft. She opened her eyes, wondering why she could smell something sweet. She looked around, and found Ver’On, not in bed with her, but off to the side, sliding what looked like a giant vacuum cleaner, over the floor. It was certainly quiet. But why was he cleaning? He’d always insisted that she not do it, there were servers on the ship that did that. Was this ship so different that each family had to clean their own quarters? She could get by with that.


She sifted her legs to sit up, but found her lower body ached. Then she remembered, a bright smile across her lips, her cheeks nearly crimson at her memory. Then she realized, she should be in pain, not stiff. Where was the pain? She lifted the covers, only to find that she was wearing…NOTHING! She pulled the blanket around her, as she tried to move to the edge of the bed. But the blanket was stuck, caught in the tucked upper corner of the bed. “Terrific,” she sighed. But Ver’On didn’t turn to her. “Ver’On?” she stated, wanting him more to join her in bed, than to clean the floors. But he didn’t move. He didn’t acknowledge that she’d said anything. “Ver’On,” she called again, this time a little louder. Still he ignored her, he even took two steps away from her. “VER’ON!” she shouted, still nothing.


Ok, this was officially irritating. After what he’d just done to her, why was he ignoring her? Was he embarrassed? Ashamed? Disgusted? Deaf? She certainly screamed loud enough. Slightly annoyed, she took one of the pillows and tossed it at Ver’On. But as it left the bed, there was a strange glow around the surface, almost like she’d thrown the pillow through a wall of water. But the pillow still landed where she’d intended. On Ver’On’s shoulder, then that floor.


He turned to her, picking up the pillow, and moved over the bed, as thought he were prowling like a cat. The same thing happened to him, as it had to the pillow. A shimmer of light appeared all around his body as he approached. She started to find it a bit unsettling. “You’re awake at last,” he purred, pulling the blankets form her grasp, and sliding his tongue tip around her nipples, coaxing them to life.


“Stop that,” she laughed gently, “just kiss me,” and he did, pushing her back and deep into the remaining pillows, deep lustful purrs resounding in his chest, and sending wave upon wave of delighted energy through her body. Finally he let her lips go, and returned to licking her breasts. “And you said I was going to get hurt,” she laughed. At that Ver’On stopped, shifted his position, and lay down next to her.


“You would have,” he stated somberly. “Had I mated you as I had intended.”


“What do you mean?”


“We were interrupted…my body shifted out of position. You are still as unmated now, as you were yesterday.” El shook her head, and covered her face with her hands.


“That would explain why I feel like I do. All stiff, and tired, and no pain.”


“Not to worry El, you will have me in you soon.”


“HOW SOON!” she shouted. “I swear Ver’On…”


“Two hours…” he laughed, trying to pull the blanket away more. “M’Pa is in the lav, getting cleaned up. I promised that I would make you ready for me, myself, and I intend to do just that. In an hour we will be leaving for the gathering grounds. There we will chose one of the resting bowls that were constructed yesterday…” He tore through the sheet, frustrated that she wouldn’t release it. “…and I will take you, make you mine, and give you all of the seed I have. By the time you leave this planet, you will be pregnant.”


With a delighted squeal form El, he pulled her around on the bed, burying his face between her legs, his tongue sliding around her folds, then lancing repeatedly inside of her, tickling her skin as it passed her entrance. She moan to his purrs as they reverberated up her body, as she tried to move her legs to grasp him. Ver’On gave a gently growl as he held her legs down, sliding more of his long thick tongue into her. She couldn’t help but cry out, the tingling he made her feel was twice as delightful as they were in the lav, and she wanted more.


“Have you slept well?” It was M’Pa, slipping onto the bed with them, gently grasping her breasts, before sliding his tongue across the excited flesh. Had she not wanted this to stop she would have told M’Pa to get lost, but as he continued to lick her sensitive nipples, Ver’On continued to bring her to that wonderful pinnacle point of delight. “Ver’On gave me permission,” M’Pa whispered, as he left her breasts and slipped his fine tipped tongue around her hear. His breath gently went down her ear canal, the sensation of it and the moistness of his tongue against her skin sent a wave of delight down her body.


Suddenly she started screaming, her body irrupted in a powerful unexpected climax. Ver’On grabbed her hips to hold her in place on his tongue, M’Pa released her ear, and watched as her body convulsed to the sensations they had brought to life inside her. Unable to withstand the barrage of delight any longer, she collapsed to the bed, stray joyous tears running from her eyes. She still moaned as Ver’On continued to lap at her released juices, M’Pa gently licked her tears, purring to her as she slowly came down from her release, expertly guided to rest by her mate.


Slowly Ver’On pulled his tongue form her, gently tickling the tiny nub of nerves as he purred to her taste. Carefully he lay down next to her, as her body trembled with excitement. “You will never be more ready than you are now,” he said to her. “We will dress you, and carry you to the gathering grounds. I don’t want you to do a thing.”


“I won’t,” she panted, as Both male’s licked her cheeks. “Just please…don’t be long.”


“We wont be,” M’Pa assured her, and watched Ver’On move to one of the only cases that had her clothing in it, that did not get wet in the flooding. “Ver’On will put you into something very special.”


“What’s that?” she asked, not really caring about the answer, but found she liked the smell the huge male exuded.


“It is just a dress. Flimsy, thin, very revealing, and made to be torn from your flesh,” he again licked her ear gently, making sure he kept her excited. “You will enjoy what Ver’On and I have in store for you today.” He reached between her legs, and slid his large index finger up and down her opening. He’d done this many times, he’d even reached several of his fingers inside her at the same time before. Though he knew why, she did not; and like then, right now, she didn’t care about the reason, as his finger dipped repeatedly into her opening.


“Careful,” Ver’On warned gently. “I want her to climax again on the gathering grounds. I want all of this clan to know she can mate a male, as any female can, perhaps even better.” M’Pa helped slide the dainty garment over El’s head, and guided her hands through the sleeves, making sure she didn’t tear the cut design of the cloth. “There,” Ver’On admired, as he smoothed the fabric over her belly. “El, I have a confession to make.”


“What’s that?”


“This garment was made by my great grandmother. She’d put it in a box for you, and told me not to open it, that it was a surprise. I’m sorry My’El, my curiosity got the better of me, and I peaked. I had to put this on you now, and not later.”


“What is it?” she asked, as she looked over the garment. It was a dress type of top, though it didn’t quite reach her mid thighs, It was gold in color, possibly; by the feel of the material, made of the same cloth the bed sheets were made of, the design that was cut into the fabric suddenly seemed very familiar. The seemingly random slits and swirls, weren’t random at all, but actually the Yautja language cut along the sleeves and body. Trying to remember what she’d learned so far, she read over the symbols. “May…all who see this… be informed…I,” she couldn’t make out the name, nor the rest of the symbols. “Ver’On, what does it say?”


“You are wise to know they are words. More to the point, they are names. The names of the founding fathers and mothers of the Hur family, dating back more than five thousand years. I’ll read them to you later. But know this,” and he drew her attention to the lower end of the garment, over her belly. “This is my name, this is M’Pa’s, and this is yours. The open space here,” and he reached through the hand sized hole to caress her flesh, just above her sex, “…is to represent where our child’s future is to be.”


El slid her hand over his, trying to get him to move lower. “That was so sweet of her,” she sighed. “But what does the hem say?”


“It says, ‘These last three named, shall forever be joined, by mating, by bearing, by living, by zalkre, and may no male nor female dare attempt to part them. Should they not heed this warning, let them be told now, the spirits of the Hur family shall forever haunt the interlopers, and have them die a thousand deaths before their end.’” El smiled, still trying to move his hand lower, but with little success. M’Pa slid his hand over hers, and followed the feel of her rapidly heating flesh, and abruptly lanced two fingers into her opening. She bucked her hips to him, trying to force the digits deeper, but Ver’On carefully held her down, allowing only the slightest of movements.


A moment later, M’Pa let her go, and nibbled a bit at her neck. “That is so sweet,” El managed to say, referring to the writing on her dress. “It really says that?”


“Something like that,” Ver’On stated. “I may have embellished a bit.”


“There was one word, Ver’On, that didn’t translate. Salkre, what does it mean?”


“You mean Zalkre?” She nodded. “It means to feel greatly, with your heart.”


“Loving,” she gasped, as M’Pa slipped his fingers through some of the slits to twirl around the nipple on her breast. “You see Ver’On, there is a word for love in your language.” Ver’On just looked at her, not understanding what the word she’d used was. “As Zalkre means to feel greatly with your heart in your language, Love means the same in mine.” Ver’On nodded, and bent to her, gently tapping his mandible tusks across her brow.


“Come,” he finally said. “There is one more secret I must share with you. M’Pa, would you carry her please.”


“Of course.” M’Pa quickly gathered her in his arms, and removed her from the bed. Again there was the gently flash of light around them as they left the bed. Then she heard the running of machines, kind of like hear dryers running. “Sound dampening field,” M’Pa stated, noting how she’d cringed a bit at the new noise. “We wanted you to sleep soundly while we cleaned.”


“Cleaned what?” she asked, as Ver’On led them out of the bedroom, and to the spare room across the main living space.


“Ver’On left the tub running yesterday,” M’Pa stated. “It flooded the entire unit, as well as nearly half the deck.” El turned her face to M’Pa’s chest, gently laughing. “No one is mad at us, apparently it’s happened before.”


“What they must think of me,” she laughed.


“They think you to be a very enticing female, just as any other.”


She turned to Ver’On as he stood before the door to the spare room. Their quarters on this ship were much the same as they had on their last. Though far more spacious, not window to the stars, and no resting bowl as they had before, these quarters seemed far more comfortable. Perhaps it was the atmospear created by the people aboard. “Do you remember,” Ver’On began, rushing the back of his fingers along El’s cheek, “there was a room in our old quarters I forbade you to enter.”


“Yes, I think it was your meditation room, right?”


“No, it wasn’t. And now that I think back, I had no right to forbid you access to it. This room, I redecorated exactly like that room.”


“That’s nice.”


“And now, I want you to see what is inside.” Ver’On gently took El from M’Pa, and tapped the door lock release with his elbow.


“Really Ver’On, you don’t have…to…” Her voice caught in her throat as she saw the room. It was full of lush fabrics and pillows, bright vibrant colors of red, gold, yellow, green, and blue. There was a huge chair near the middle of the room, the cushions in it just screamed ‘be comfortable’. But what caught her eyes most was the single piece of furniture next to it.


“This,” Ver’On sighed, a hint of sadness to his voice, “is what was in that room. What this room will be. And it is rightfully yours.”