Rivers Run Deep

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Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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Rivers Run Deep



Chapter 41



Ver’On set El down in the ample chair, kneeling before her they looked at the cradle set next to them. “I made this myself,” he said somberly. “Uni and I looked forward to our first child with great excitement. As she was carrying, she would sit in that very chair, and watch me as I carved the cradle out of a tree trunk I had brought back from one of my hunts. The tree looked much like what is on our home world, and I wanted that symbol of our roots to be known to our child from the start.” He turned to her, as she ran her hand over the smooth surface of the exposed wood. “When she died, I sealed this room. I swore that until I could face the future again with a brightened heart, I would never come in here again.”


Ver’On motioned for M’Pa to enter, he did and sat next to Ver’On in front of El. “I wanted to tell you, I have given M’Pa permission to mate you today. But he will not seed you, as I will.” He took her hands as her expression turned panicky. “I will be the first to mate you. Long and deep, I will fill you with all I have.”


“But, Ver’On…M’Pa…I’m not sure…”


“I want us,” and he shook M’Pa’s shoulder, “to be a family. Yautja families take many forms. Some have more than one female mate, while others have more than one male mate. Very few have a Kadji, opting to forgo that title they go directly for a second or third mate. I am reluctant to go that far just yet. But M’Pa has fulfilled his role admirably, and I wish to reward him, by allowing him to mate with you.”


“I’m not so sure about that,” she stated, “I mean, I know what he’s done to me the last while, was to help me for you, but…”


“El,” M’Pa began, placing his hand on her knees. “I would be honored if you allowed me to mate with you. I promise, I will do my best to please you, as I know Ver’On undoubtedly will.”


“There’s no way I can talk you out of it?” M’Pa shook his head no.


“Please El,” Ver’On stated, “to allow him would demonstrate the ultimate in trust we have for him, and would secure his ties to the Hur family. Will you let him?”


“On one condition,” she said, looking between the two. “When you go on this hunt of yours, you let M’Pa pilot the ship. I heard what skill he has, when he navigated the cruiser clear of the last ship. YOU WILL TAKE HIM! So I know you will come back safe.”


“M’Pa is to stay with you…”


“I’ll stay close to Lee’tha.”


“Ter’Oth will not be with her,” M’Pa said. “I was to remain to protect both of you.”


“If we walk down these halls, with the same hatred as what was on the last ship, then we won’t be staying, and that is final!”


“Very well,” Ver’On eased, knowing the attitudes of the Yautja aboard this ship were vastly different than those of the Kesh-Ma ship. “I will speak with Kal-esh, see what I can arrange.”


“You agree then?”


“Yes. M’Pa will come with us.”


“Good…” she took a shaky breath, “then I will allow him to mate with me.” M’Pa puffed with pride, as Ver’On shook his shoulder once more. The two were nearly brothers now, sharing the same mate; to a degree he had to remind himself.
“Excellent! We will now go to the gathering grounds.” Ver’On reached for El, only to have M’Pa playfully bark at him, his gestures a request to carry her instead. Ver’On agreed.


He guided the pair threw the crowded halls of the ship, heading for the docking bay. El wasn’t the only one being carried. Several other males were supporting their females the same way, some laughing, with their soon to be mates, over who knows what, while others could hardly go four spaced before kissing or groping each other.


M’Pa pulled her up in his arms, purring gently into her neck, whispering, “Ver’On will be with you soon. He can hardly wait. Look at him…” She did, his back to them, clearing a path. “He’s flexing every muscle in his body, preparing for you, and dissuading other males from approaching at the same time.” They passed an open room, three couples inside, the males heaving their massive bodies between the legs of their females. El couldn’t help but gasp, as she glimpsed the size of one male’s testicles. They were huge, practically the size of two tennis balls dangling side by side. “You like what you see?” M’Pa asked, as she strained to see better. They couldn’t be that big. There was no way. “I trust Ver’On’s will be larger.”


“What!”


“You’ll see…”


“They can’t be that big!”


“Some are…they become engorged with stored seed. The longer the male goes without mating after arousal, the larger they become.”


“I’m surprised they aren’t the size of boulders by now.”


“There is a limit of course, but still…”


“How long does it take to get like that?”


“Well, that depends on how aroused, and how often the male becomes, and his fertility level.” Ver’On growled at approaching couples, as he secured a lift for just his group. M’Pa stood towards the back, El’s feet brushing against Ver’On’s lower back as he entered the lift.


El had little time to protest; not that she would have, nor did she have time to prepare herself. But after the doors closed and the lift began to move, Ver’On swiftly turned to them, pulled her leg from M’Pa’s grasp and buried his face to her delightfully scented area. Shock, surprise, desire and more ripped the lustful cries from her throat, M’Pa trilled at her squirming in his arms, trying to thrust her hips to the invading tongue of her mate.


Ver’On stopped as the lift slowed, gently replacing her leg to its former position, his tongue sliding over his face, savoring her sweet taste. “Soon,” he purred, dancing his lower tusks along the tops of her knees. “Soon I will be inside you, my mate. Soon you will swell with the life I will plant there. Soon…”


“NOT SOON ENOUGH IF YOU DON’T START MOVING!” she shouted, noting the number of onlookers at the docking level as they passed the open lift. M’Pa and Ver’On chuckled as they left the tiny box, her strong scent of heated desire still lingering in the air.


‘Whoever next steps aboard that lift,’ M’Pa mused, ‘is in for a HUGE surprise.’


Ver’On led the way aboard the small landing craft, securing a pair of seats, M’Pa sat closest to the wall, and chuckled as El insisted on stretching out across both their laps. Ver’On purred at her, as she forced his hands to remain beneath her back, she laced her hands through his long black dreads, settling on just one she tugged on it till he lowered his head. ‘I hope I do this right,’ she thought, and pulled the end of his dread into her mouth, sucking the end gently as she swirled her tongue around it.


Ver’On immediately growled, delightfully deep in his chest, and she felt M’Pa slide his hand between her legs, to tease her already hyper sensitive flesh. She whimpered at the torment her Kadji inflicted, till he slipped one finger into her, just up to his second knuckle, as he’d always done before. Ver’On curled his fingers around her back, supporting her off the armrests. She sucked more of his dread into her mouth, as she was lifted closer, and M’Pa slid a second, then a third finger into her. She thrust her hips towards M’Pa’s hand, trying to force him deeper, but he knew her tricks, and kept his fingers just beyond her opening, stretching her skin ever so slightly with each gentle twist of his fingers.


Ver’On tapped his mandibles over her brow, his breath heavy with desire for her. Why didn’t he sit on the far side? Why was M’Pa having all the fun?


From behind them she could hear the moans of at least two females, as their mates refused to wait to get to the planet. Through the cracks between their seats she could see one male, as he lifted his female and pulled her down on his lap. Ver’On’s arm kept her from seeing more, but from the female’s lustful scream, she knew he’d put her on him, and that he’d slipped inside her.


M’Pa slipped a fourth finger into her, and she bucked harder against him, wanting the feeling of being as filled with a male, as the female in the next row. M’Pa switched tactics then, no longer did he make slow gentle thrusts of his digits into her, but he kept them at their normal depth, and spread his fingers as far as her skin would allow him to stretch them, then a little more.


Ver’On’s dread slipped form her mouth as she gasped at the new sensation. “M’PA!! DON’T STOP!!!” she pleaded. But he did, gently coaxing her down to a normal rhythm yet again, and smiled to Ver’On.


“She’s ready,” he said, and Ver’On nodded.


The ship gently thumped in the landing, signifying to the passengers they were down and secured on the ground. After the doors opened at the back, the passengers slowly left, some females growling at their mates as they were forced to end their mating in order to leave the ship. M’Pa turned to Ver’On. “I’m surprised the pilots aren’t attempting to mate either,” he said. “Her scent put half the ship into heat.”


Ver’On pointed to the forward cabin, as the two pilots prepared to lift off once more. M’Pa then understood why the pilots could contain their excitement. The two had masks over their faces, breathing through a separate atmosphere supply. The scents on the ship would not bother them, so long as they didn’t take the masks off. “Cheaters,” M’Pa scoffed playfully, and followed Ver’On out the back.






She’d nothing to compare the view to. She’d never seen anything like it. The grass was tall, and as deep a green, it almost turned blue. There were trees scattered throughout the valley, with a small river as it gently babbled its way down the middle. There was a large outcropping of rock overlooking one end of the valley, and it was here that the huge drums were set. Below them were dozens of Yautja couples, all milling around, getting settled. Some growled heatedly to each other, but there weren’t any fights. “Sounds like a dominance challenge,” M’Pa mused. “I’ve herd they can be pretty intense.”


“Would you like to engage in one?” Ver’On asked. “Such challenges usually occur within pairings of a female and more than one male.”


“No, I know my position in this trio,” he said, licking deep into El’s ear. He purred as she arched to the sensations he sent raging through her, her body begging for more attention. “If you don’t mate her now, I think she’ll attack you. And you’d lose.”


“I think I’d win, for in mating, there are no losers.”


“Elder Ver’On.”


“Oh no.” The pair had to stop. In the path was a young female, dressed in a rather revealing dress that did nothing to cover her ample breasts or long legs. Ver’On could tell she wore nothing beneath, he didn’t have to lift the material to find out.


“What is it? Be quick about it!”


“Elder Ver’On, my name is Fer’aza, I have come to ask you and your mate to release M’Pa to me for gathering.”


“Someone give me a gun!” El screeched. The little female backed away from the ooman, though M’Pa still held her in his arms, she was sure that M’Pa would release her if she demanded.


“You want M’Pa?” Ver’On asked. The female nodded, confident that she’d get her way. “My’El, this female wants to take your Kadji, what do you say to that?”


“Get her out of the path or so help me I’ll put her six feet under ground!”


“I take it you wish not to release him?”


“NO! NOW GET OUT OF THE WAY!!!”


“You heard my mate, she will not release him. Now stand aside.”


The female didn’t move, she only squared her shoulders and stuck out her chin. “I WILL NOT! I WANT M’PA, AND I WILL HAVE HIM!”


“M’Pa,” El whispered, “Put me down.” Bewildered over her sudden change of attitude, he did. “Do you want her?” she asked him.


“No,” he stated flatly. “She is barely above breeding age, still acting like a child. She needs to grow up, more than she has in years.”


El turned away from M’Pa and went to Ver’On. “Do you want to release him?” she asked.


“No. He is a good Kadji, and honored friend. I would trust no other to leave you with when I go hunting.”


El turned away from Ver’On and headed towards the female. Her eyes were stern, her expression betrayed nothing but frustration over constantly being delayed or interrupted. “My mate will not release him, nor does my Kadji want you. Those two reasons alone should encourage me to say no to your request. But to say the least, I will not release him, regardless, unless you can give me ONE valid reason why you want him.”


“I wish to mate with him. All aboard the ship know that you cannot satisfy one male Yautja, let alone two.” She crossed her arms under her bosom, forcing the full globes higher in her dress top, almost making them fall out all together. Surely the ooman would see the wisdom in her words, and release M’Pa. Weather or not Ver’On said no, the female was the deciding vote. If she released M’Pa, Ver’On would have no choice but to let go as well.


“Not good enough,” El sighed, and turned back to the two males.


Fer’aza reached out and grabbed her right arm, forcing her to turn back around. The two were pretty much the same height, but Fer’aza had a few extra pounds over El, as well as her species natural superior strength, that she did not let go unnoticed, as she squeezed El’s arm in her grasp.


What she didn’t expect though, was El, throwing her full weight behind her left leg, the one all suspected to be useless, and landing it square in the middle of the young female’s ribs. The sickening crack of bones could almost be heard across the gathering grounds, as all eyes turned to the two females. Ver’On and M’Pa rushed forward in shock to separate the pair. No one, not in over seven thousand years, had ever fought at gathering. Ver’On quickly inspected El’s leg, fearing it was her bones that had broken, but found nothing. The male then looked to Fer’aza, as a couple of males looked over her injuries.
“She’s two broken ribs, Elder,” said one. “What do you wish done with her?”


“Find her father, he should be here somewhere. Tell him what has happened.” He then turned to El. “What possessed you to do that?” he asked her quietly. El just looked at her arm, the bright bruising of the girl’s handprint showing through her skin. Ver’On nodded. The damage was done to her first, El’s response was only natural. He growled over at the younger female, and caressed El’s arm gently.


Within moments another male approached, noticing his daughter he went to her, tossing a cover around her. “What are you doing here!” he demanded.


“I told you…” she gasped. “I had a male to meet me here.”


The male looked to the elder and his Kadji. It was Kal-esh. “What happened Ver’On?”


“She’s your daughter?” Ver’On asked. Then explained what had transpired. “By rights,” he continued, “regardless of my position in the clan, I should insist she be returned to the ship for what she’s done. But I think enough punishment has been dolled out by my mate. What you do with her is entirely your affair. We have gathering to attend.” And he ushered M’Pa passed the group, El once more in his arms.


Kal-esh turned to his daughter. “You will return to the ship. I will figure out your punishment later.”


“But father…!”


“NO BUTS! Be grateful the Elder’s mate does not ban you from mating for as many years as she is old now!” He then addressed the two males. “Honored guardsmen, I would request that you see her to the shuttle. Let the pilots know she is to be returned to the ship unscathed, I will deal with her later.”


“It will be done, Kal-esh. You have my word.” Kal-esh nodded, and headed back to the gathering grounds.






Ver’On took a stack of furs from a pile left at the edge of the clearing, then scanned the grounds for a good spot. That’s when he noticed a female waving madly to them. It was Lee’tha, Ter’Oth was behind her, barking at couples as they tried to come closer. “I guess she wants us to join them,” M’Pa mused.


“Let us not disappoint them,” Ver’On stated, and headed across the grounds.


Lee’tha greeted El enthusiastically, as M’Pa walked over to where she stood, but their attention was quickly drawn by Ver’On and Ter’Oth, as they began to viciously growl at each other. “Oh boy. Looks like Ter’Oth is going to get his wish,” Lee’tha sang, as she encouraged El to watch.


“What are they doing?” she asked.


“They are settling dominance,” she stated. “Ter’Oth has been trying to challenge a male for a while. I thought Ver’On would be up to a little fun.”


“FUN! You call this FUN!!!”


“Sure, look at him.”


Lee’tha wasn’t kidding. The two seemed to be enjoying themselves. The two males growled at each other, puffing up their chests, flexing their muscles, thumping their fists to their chests before pushing their chests against the other, repeatedly balling their fists, trying to intimidate each other. El liked it, and her body liked it too. M’Pa purred above her, enjoying the change in her scent, stepping slightly closer to the growling pair, so that her scent would be noticed by Ver’On. Ver’On gave one more growl, and shoved the smaller male against the tree near the edge of the small space he’d kept clear.


Ter’Oth gave a muffled huff, and stepped away, keeping his eyes down. Ter’Oth joined Lee’tha and kissed her, tangling his outer tusks with hers, threading his tongue into her mouth, holding her plumping body to his.


Ver’On puffed up again, growling triumphantly to his mate, as she panted at his display of physical prowess. Ver’On went to the discarded stack of furs, and pulled out several, laying them out beneath the tree. Satisfied of the layout, he reached for one last fur, larger than the ones he’d laid down, and spread it carefully over the rest. He carefully removed any debris and insects, not that there would be any, then motioned for M’Pa to bring her closer. Together they males laid her down on the furs, M’Pa purring into the right of her neck, and Ver’On doing the same against her belly.


Purring? Was that all they were going to do? After what they’d just done? After what they’d been doing to her all along? If it was, she’d skin them alive.


Suddenly the roars of the crowd went up. “The drum master has completed his mating!” Lee’tha trilled.


“Looks to me,” Ter’Oth laughed, “he’s still at it!”


“Don’t be so mean,” Lee’tha chided. “She’s only locked him to her. Give her time to take in what he’s given her. How else do you expect her to have a baby?”


El chanced a look towards the drums, through over fifty feet away, she could make out the drum master, and a female being made comfortable on a bench laid out before him, as he stood between the massive drums, with his female still at his hips. ‘Oh god,’ she gasped, as she felt Ver’On’s tongue slide over her folds again. ‘He’s stuck in her! What am I doing? I can’t do this! He’ll hurt me that way…’ abruptly she tried to rise, wanting to turn away, or leave. Ver’On growled at her, practically pouncing on her lower body, tearing her shirt down the sides. She screeched a bit, feeling his claws nearly dig into her hips.


“Easy El,” she heard M’Pa whisper. “He won’t hurt you.”


“Yes…” she panted, looking deep into Ver’On’s amber eyes. It seemed all logic and reason had left him, and all that was left was basic want, need…desire. “Yes he will.”


“Not if you don’t resist,” he continued, his mandibles caressing the small flesh at the end of her ear. “I know you’re nervous, but trust me. I won’t let him hurt you.”


“But…the drum master…” she said turning to the pair on the rocks as the male made several more thrusts to his mate, before retrieving his drum sticks form the young blood at the side. “He’s hurting…her…” As Ver’On had seen her calm, and give in to him once more, he quickly slid lower and continued to lick her tender flesh, wasting little time as he slipped his tongue into her heated passage.


M’Pa knew he had to get her attention away from what she saw and feared, to allow her body to take over her senses. He switched from her right ear to her left, forcing her to look away, the act alone gained some success, as she arched her lower body more to Ver’On’s attack. “He won’t hurt you,” M’Pa promised, between each gentle lick and breath. “Just think; he wants to make you a woman. His woman. Feel his tongue as it slides into you.” She gasped again, a tiny moan escaping. “How thick it is, how long, the heat that ebbs from the body with in it.” She moaned loudly, and he had to grab and secure her arms, before she reached for Ver’On, in case he thought she would resists again. “The way it pulses inside you.” She let out a warbled squeal, that made him chuckle.


Ver’On rapidly thrust his tongue into her, in, to its full depth he’d had before, swirling around inside her as he drew it out, only to plunge back in again. She cried out in lust at each plunge into her body, trying to put her feet on the ground to force her hips higher to meet him sooner, but Ver’On held her thighs tightly over his shoulders, tormenting the little ooman mercilessly.


M’Pa reached down, and ripped her shirt open, exposing her breasts to the darkening sky. The many torches around the grounds gave off soft golden glow, that made her beige skin radiant in the dark, her darker nipples stood out to the chill, or perhaps to her arousal, he wasn’t sure. Wanting to keep her form turning to the drum master again, M’Pa kissed his way down to her left breast, laying out on his side, his body the barrier that would keep her from turning.


Ver’On watched their Kadji as he took her nipple into his mouth, he hummed contently against her before removing his deeply embedded tongue. He tore her shirt the rest of the way down her body, flipping it to her sides, exposing her toned belly, he dipped his tongue to her nub of nerves, she squealed at him, nearly in tears of his torment of her, then he began licking up her body, swirling his tongue around her navel, before dipping the end into the small indentation. The only reminder she had left of being inside her own mother’s womb. He wondered if his own children would have one like hers. Most of their own people grew out of them, barely a scar on their bellies once they reached adulthood. He growled gently to her as he thought of his children that would come from her. Quickly he crawled up her body, latching onto her right breast, sucking it deeply into his mouth.


It suddenly became a contest between the two males, as to who could caress her breast better, softer, or suckle more gently, or deeply. It became abundantly clear to them however, that she didn’t really care. She wanted them, she wanted what they made her feel, she wanted to feel what half the gathering adults were feeling now, as the growls and grunts and moans echoed across the grounds.


And all that before the first strike upon the drums!


As the day before, Ver’On again began the slow torment of her, sliding his cloth covered length over her passage. Like all the males, he’d opted to just go with cloth bottoms, easy to discard, easily replaceable if they should be torn.


El cried out repeatedly at his manipulation, the cloth doing nothing but drying her, and adding friction, delighted friction to the most tender and responsive of places. “Ver’On,” whispered M’Pa, gentle enough to not be threatening. “Show yourself to her. She’s never seen your full form. Show her now, see her delight in your appearance. Let her see what you will make her feel.”


Ver’On could not speak, he was almost totally lost to his lust. But somehow, M’Pa’s words reached him, and he quickly rose to his knees, tearing off his bottoms, exposing his engorged flesh to the torch light. “El, look at his magnificence,” M’Pa whispered. “And it is all yours. Look, feast your eyes upon his strength, his form...”


Somewhere in her delirious mind, M’Pa’s whispers faded. She knew he was talking to her, enticing her, teasing her, lulling her to security for an easier mating. But as her gaze fell upon the full nakedness of the male she chose to pair with, her breath caught in her throat.