Rivers Run Deep

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Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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Rivers Run Deep



Chapter 42



His chest was broad and tense with restrained muscles. His skin was covered in a thin film of sweat that made his greenish yellow skin glisten in the torch light. She found herself tracing, with her eyes, the outline of the large blotches of black across his stomach. But as her gaze went lower, she found it more and more difficult to breath.


His abs were firm, toned, and rippled to the form commonly referred to as a six pack. Only Ver’On’s were far thicker than any human’s that she’d seen at the beach or in magazines. The one thing that intrigued her was that he had no hair. Not that she expected any, but you’d think that a species with long tentacles dangling form their heads, would have something of the like, only smaller all over their bodies. But no. there was nothing.


Until she looked there.


His pubic region was covered with tiny dreads, thin, short, but noticeable, and in the middle of it all, was him. He was longer than her outstretched hand, and thick in girth. Tiny lines of black seemed to point to the head of his erection, the skin pulled tight, and shinny, with the amount of blood pressure his body rushed to it. Below it, were his testicles, and M’Pa wasn’t kidding. The two spears were huge, larger than tennis balls, but not quite as large as softballs, and like his phallus, the skin shone there too for how tight it was drawn across the orbs inside the skin. She looked again to the head of the organ, as a tiny drop of fluid formed, and glistened in the light. Just the first of much more to come she was sure.


He was beautiful. And he was all hers.


“Can…can I touch you?” she asked, hardly a whisper. But Ver’On heard her, he’d grabbed her outstretched hand and hauled her to his chest, holding her there, pressing her body against his, his huge bulging arms surrounding her, preventing her from getting away. M’Pa purred loudly, to make sure she knew he hadn’t left her side, though not daring to get too close to the huge male, while his mate was so close, and so ready.


She traced her fingers over his chest, feeling the vibration of his deeply restrained purrs. His breathing was rapid, but deep, his massive chest heaving with each intake of air. He slid one arm down her back, and abruptly pulled her lower body closer to him. She gasped, a delighted squeal escaping with it, as she felt his huge organ press harder against her hip bone. She could feel the moistness between her legs increase, even begin to run down her thighs.


How could she tell him she wanted to touch him first? How could she maneuver her hands to get a grip on him, without him thinking that she was trying to get away?






Ver’On began to gently move his hips against her, he wanted to be inside her, to give her all he had to give. But as he knelt there, looking into her green eyes, he realized, he had to be careful. She was Ooman after all, and Ooman’s were not as durable as Yautja females were. His taking her would have to be very careful, gentle, then worked up to his own fevered pace. Though Ter’Oth was near by, he wanted this day to end without his services. He felt something against his skin, moist and sticky. Then her scent reached his nose again, her changed scent, her scent of need, her scent of want, HER SCENT OF HEAT. She was ready for him, he knew that, but this, was far too much.


He tossed her to the ground, flipping her legs over his arms, quickly positioning himself just above her folds. “VER’ON!” The growl of his name being called drew his attention to the one who voiced it, the taller, but younger male beside them, their Kadji. Quickly the male lowered his shoulders, below Ver’On’s own raised body. “You must be gentle,” he eased. “She’s not going anywhere. I promise. I’ll see to that.”


M’Pa turned to her, her breath quick, with her eyes wide. He wasn’t sure if she was in fear of what was about to happen, or if she was as desperate as he believed. Either way, he wasn’t going to allow Ver’On to hurt her, nor allow her to hurt herself by reacting in a way that her mate would misinterpret. Slowly he swirled his tongue over her breasts, settling once more on her left side, sucking her nipple deep into his mouth.






Ver’On gently ease forward, delighting in the way her body opened to him. The Kadji had done well for her. Normally Ooman’s would not be able to stretch their bodies around a full grown male’s member, and their skin would break. But with M’Pa’s careful prodding and stretching of her skin, he slid into her body nicely. She was still tight around him, but at least she wasn’t going to die of blood loss before the night was over.






She thrust her chest into the air, arching her body to her mate. She tried to scream, it felt so incredible, but no sound came out of her mouth. Gentle tears streamed down her face, but they were not tears of pain, but of joy; sheer unmatched joy. He was in her, she could feel her body move around him, the soft flesh of her, encircle him, molding to his every dip and ridge as he pressed into her. Lee’tha had told her that it was going to hurt her first time, but this didn’t. This felt…WONDERFUL!






He enjoyed watching her. Mating virgins was always interesting, especially if you were the one doing the mating. Carefully he eased into her, until the rim of his member passed her folds, then he withdrew. He purred at the feel of her body trying to suck him back in, before he even had a chance to be clear of her body. He pressed back into her body, going a little deeper this time. Her hands tried to grasp his upper arms, her tiny nails attempting to dig into his flesh, it only made him want her more. She managed then to find her voice, as she cried out at his intrusion. “OH GOD!!!!!” her words translated, and he smiled.


He remembered his father telling him once, when he was young, how the Ooman’s believed the hunters to be their gods. But as he got older, he wondered just how far the relations with the Oomans had ever gone. As more of his male companions began to discover what it was really like to be a male, some even wondered if it was permitted for them to mate Oomans, even thought hey were still considered under age for breeding. As he thought back to those younger years, he realized, he’d secretly envisioned himself with an Ooman astride him, as he thrust madly into her. His dream was about to come true, only not as a boy, as a man.


He wrapped his arm around her back, lifting her a bit off the furs. His other arm he wrapped around her upper body, his hand cupping her shoulder. He was no where near fully mating her, and he knew that the further into her body he went, the tighter she would be, and the more enraptured he would become, making it harder for M’Pa to keep him from hurting her. He hoped she would forgive him.






She could feel him edging ever deeper into her, she only hoped she would be able to please him, as Fer’aza had mentioned she’d lacked the ability to do. But the further into her body he plunged, she realized it was beginning to hurt. She tried to grasp his arms, hoping that her tension and pain would be translated to him in a way he’d understand, but his arms were so hard, her nails would barley scratch his skin. M’Pa at once began to lick her left ear again, breathing deep into her ear canal. “He’s going to take you,” he whispered. “Don’t be afraid.”


The meaning of his words were lost to her, as Ver’On began gentle shallow thrusts into her body. Was this all there would be? Was this as far as her body would allow him to go? If it was, she was delighted. And Ver’On seemed very happy. She could feel her body become more slick to him, his passage into her far easier. The feel of him…oh the feel of his length inside her…the feel of him filling her. She loved it. She wanted more of it. She wanted to feel it always.


She tried to hold him, but M’Pa pulled her arms away, purring into her neck. Ver’On had slipped a bit further into her, each pass was slightly deeper than the last, and each time he withdrew from her was pure torture. His gentle labored grunts and growls flowed over her, she thrust her breasts to his dreads, lightly tickled her flesh as they swayed from his head over her. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could take the onslaught of inner fires he was stroking to life. She hoped he would never stop, but again she prayed he’d let her go. Pain, pleasure, it seemed to be all the same. If Ver’On was intent on keeping his promise to her of being always pregnant and happy, and this was the feeling that she would have every time, then she would gladly lay for him whenever he wished, where ever he wanted her, she would be there.


She heard it first, then felt it…Lee’tha was right.






The feel of her around him was amazing, it was well worth their wait. Her response to him was far better than he dared to dream. But he wasn’t through with her yet. He’d yet to shatter her barrier, the one thing that stood between him and his children.


Her body’s fluids flowed freely around him as he continued his gentle plunge into her body. He could feel it become easier to slide within her. The sensation of her along his taught skin was driving him crazy. He could feel his coherent thoughts, if that was even still possible now, begin to slip further away. He wasn’t done yet, he wanted to keep control as long as possible. He didn’t want a lust filled fog to wipe his memory away. He wanted to be certain of every detail.


He needed to do something…but what? M’Pa…could he talk to the Kadji? No. If he did, what would he say?


He saw movement from the corner of his right eye.


As he turned he forced his mind to focus on the Drum Master, his mate still held him prisoner in her body, as the male decided to give yet more of his seed. The female had grabbed the large leather ends of the drum sticks he still held, and was hanging on for all she was worth, as her mate madly thrust inside her. He made his decision then, not to fully take his mate, until the first strike upon the drums. Carefully he watched the pair on the bluff, listening to his own mate moan to his every advance to her body. Her arms encircled his neck, as she tried to raise herself to him, but M’Pa pulled her back down, purring into her neck. She cried out even more, as her body continued to beg for his attention.


He rose slightly over her, not letting her go, his dreads spilled over his shoulder, and danced across her breasts. Her breath became quick, and she arched her back to his teasing appendages. Her skin flushed brightly in the light, as the heat he was creating in her began to build wildly out of control. Yes, she would be his; completely, totally his. Upon the first strike of the drums, he would break through her shield of innocence, plant his seed inside her, and claim was should have been rightfully his from the beginning.


What made him wait this long? Why didn’t he just take her to his bed on his shuttle? If he’d done that all of this never would have happened.


But then he wouldn’t have several truths revealed to him.


A traitor to his family revealed, true friends to stand by him, the identity of the one who murdered his Uni and their child, the love he felt for this Ooman, and the knowledge that her love was returned. None of this would have been known, had he not abided by his family’s strict traditions of ritual matings.


He found it getting more and more difficult to breath, and knew he could not hold off his first climax of this mating. But as he watched the Drum Master, the timing just wasn’t right. He needed to hold off just a little more.


Suddenly the master tore the sticks from the grasp of his mate, throwing his head back in a howl that he could barely hear, though was sure it was louder than any on the grounds. The male crossed his arms, the sticks firmly held in his hands.


This was it.


Ver’On could feel his skin growing tighter, he braced his feet on the furs, this was going to hurt his El, he knew, but it had to be done. He pulled out of her just a little, and as the Drum master threw the sticks against the skins, sending the first of many beats over the grounds, he surged his body forward.


He felt the small snap of the tiny layer of flesh inside her, and his world came crashing down, as his body completely exploded into her.


She was screaming, he knew, he was sorry that it had hurt her so, he held her tightly, to keep her from trying to run away, as his member throbbed within her in his release. But he soon realized, she wasn’t crying in pain. She was crying out…in ecstasy.


She had climaxed with him!


Quickly he butted M’Pa out of the way, and buried his face to her neck, grunting and growling in his release, gently thrusting into her, ensuring his seed would reach her newly released eggs.


M’Pa must have released her arms, as she grasped a dread on each side of his head, pulling on them with all her might. He felt something slide down his brow, and as he rose to look at her face, he saw tears falling from her eyes.


She was crying. Why? Was she in pain, but too wrapped up in her lust to really feel it? Was she so angry at him for hurting her that she would send tears from her eyes? He wasn’t sure. All he knew, was that his family was going to be created, on the very furs he’d laid out.






Lee’tha had told her that some males would give a physical signal that they had released their seed. Some males swelled greatly, sometimes half the size more than they normally were. Not the entire length of them, just the ends of their members. This in turn would trigger the female to climax, her muscles instinctively clamping hard around her mate, to ensure that none of his seed was wasted. But the most important thing she had to remember, was not…and she repeated…not…to pull the male’s dread locks. Such an action, to some, would cause them to loose their minds to their lust, and seriously hurt the female.


It felt too good to hurt, as she had expected it might. How could pulling his dreads be all that bad. He hadn’t swollen, at least, she wasn’t sure he did. If he had, she must have been able to handle it. She could feel wave upon gentle wave of his heated fluid flow into her. Into her!


‘Oomans are the most easy to impregnate by my species.’ Those were his exact words. And they echoed now more soundly than ever before. She would be pregnant, she only hoped she was strong enough.


He’d started moving in her again, slow, shallow moves, but deep. So deep inside her, she thought she’d never be free of him. But then, why would she want to be? His body stretched over her like a protective shield. He’d demonstrated his strength to her, every time she watched him spar. He’d demonstrated his tender side, when he confided in her about how he and Uni were frustrated over not being able to conceive a child. He showed his deepest love, by taking her to the nursery, that he’d painstakingly recreated, just for her. And he showed his gentle side, as he carefully made her his mate.


At least, it was gentle.






The harder she pulled on his dreads, the more he wanted her, the more he could feel his desire build. He couldn’t explain what was happening to him, nor did he want to. But something in him drove him to mate, to take her, as she should have been in the first place.


His growl sounded deep, as his body thrust into her, hard and deep. If he could, his seed would be his pen, and he would write his name inside her. So when other males looked at her with their masks, to see if she was truly expecting his child, they would see the scars inside her, spelling his name. No other male would have the right to seed her, no other male would give her offspring. NO OTHER MALE WOULD HAVE HER AS HE WOULD.


He could hear her screaming, her cries of delight at his actions, her hands falling away from his dreads. She was his, entirely his. And he would make sure all knew it, with her calls to him in the dark. Her body released its hold over him, he felt he could move more freely, and he rose up on his arms to give his body more leverage room, and began in earnest, long, deep, hard strokes into her body. His purrs became grunts, with each pass. Harder and louder, deeper and faster.
Suddenly M’Pa was in front of him, huffing at him, trying to gain his attention. He growled at him, savagely, driving his member deeper into his mate. M’Pa would not stop him. No one would stop him. NOT ANY MORE!






El screamed, it hurt so much. He pound into her relentlessly. She wanted him to stop, to slow down at least. She’d be able to please him, she knew that, she just needed a moment. But he seemed unwilling to wait. He began to purr at her, sending those wonderful vibrations up her core again. But it didn’t last.


Suddenly he started to grunt, each sound seeming to match the beat of the drums she was beginning to hear, each thrust he made into her, a perfect match to the rhythm in the distance. It hurt. Couldn’t he see that? She could hear M’Pa grunting, or something, but Ver’On wasn’t listening. Instead…instead he dove so deep into her body, she thought he’d tear her in two.


His member was like a saber, cutting into her, Ver’On’s growls were getting louder and louder, and he pushed her across the furs at the end of his flesh, with the pure force he pushed into her with.


Then, M’Pa was there, leaning down over her head. Gently he lifted her shoulders, as Ver’On’s massive claws dug into her hip bones, gouging deep wounds across her skin. “I can’t stop him El,” he whispered. “I’m sorry. But I can make it better. I can make it so it doesn’t hurt as much. Let me help you El.” She wasn’t sure where she found the energy, nor the clarity of thought to respond, but she nodded her head to him, and he lifted her higher.


Ver’On ceased to growl at M’Pa, as he returned to his normal grunts of effort. He thrust madly into her body, striking her nerves differently, now that M’Pa had shifted her position. He was right, it didn’t hurt as much this time. Instead, she was able to move with Ver’On, as he nearly fully withdrew from her, and slammed himself back into place.


Then he held her to him, his groin grinding against her tender flesh, his tiny pubic dreads seemed to find a mind of their own, as she felt them wriggle all over her folds. One, maybe more, found her tiny nub of nerves, and relentlessly twitched around it, over it, then madly attacked the core of it.


She screamed again, clamping her muscles hard against her mate. This time she did feel his swelling. Almost like when you force the water inside a balloon to one portion of the rubber, and his hot liquid gushed from him.






His roar was horrendous, louder even than the drum master’s. Ver’On could hardly breath, something had definitely snapped inside this time. He couldn’t stop. Normally male’s could control, to a point, how much of their seed they released during a mating climax. But he couldn’t this time. The more he wanted to stop the flow of his seed into her, the more his body refused to listen. Everything he had, all his seed that had been stored, was flowing into her, and it just would not stop.


His roar seemed to linger on, loud across the field. This would mark the end of his mating with her, for now. But one more thing had to be done. As he felt his warm liquid flood into his mate, he pulled her totally upright with him, his mandibles spread wide, his mouth open, he dove to her shoulder, sinking his teeth completely into her shoulder. The salty taste of her blood spread over his tongue, he could feel her crying, hear her screams turning to sobs. All as his seed filled her womb.


Gently he laid her down, the gentle pulsing of his body ensuring that all his seed would be delivered successfully. He allowed his body its rapture, as his mind began to clear. Slowly he freed his teeth from her flesh, licking repeatedly every last drop of her blood. He would rest now, propping his arms around him to be sure he wouldn’t crush her, he would rest, licking her shoulder wound till it bled no more, he would rest. With his mate, he would rest. And so would she.






All around him he could hear the labored grunts and moans of males and females, as they mated. M’Pa lay next to the pair, trying his best to consol El. Ver’On had gone off as though he were insane, surly El was hurting, more than her crazed desire would allow her to feel. Ver’On gently moved back and forth inside her, ensuring a child was created, while he licked the marking wound he’d placed on her shoulder. M’Pa wondered if he’d broken her collar bone, for he’d bitten her squarely around it. He could see both El and Ver’On begin to breath easier, till finally Ver’On rolled off of her, his depleted member slipping from her.


At once he lay next to her, just holding her, gently purring at her. “M’Pa…” Ver’On whispered. He looked up. “Take her.”


“No. She’s hurt.” But before Ver’On could protest his refusal, El slipped a hand around his neck.


“Please,” she gasped. “…do it.”


“El?”


“DO IT! PLEASE!!” Her plea was a mix of a scream and a cry, as she pulled herself closer to him, moving her hips against him. “You did this…Now finish it. Please” she turned her face to his neck, gently kissing his flesh. In the midst her protest, he rolled her over, turning her back to him, at least this way it would be difficult for her to seduce him. Maybe she could calm somewhat. “NO!” she cried, as he held her to him, purring vibrations going through his body to sooth her. “M’Pa, Please! FINISH IT!!”


“M’Pa.” He looked to Ver’On, his haggard breathing indicating how tired he was. “Take her! Please, don’t let her suffer.”
“But…Ver’On, the way you…she’s hurt.”


“Let me take a look.” The males turned to Ter’Oth, as he was encouraged by Lee’tha to investigate. The males nodded. M’Pa held her down, as the healer examined between her legs. “Amazing. You do good work Kadji.”


“What do you mean?”


“There is very little blood. She’ll be fine.” Quickly the healer returned to his mate, wiping his hands on a wet cloth she tossed to him. “If she wants to continue…”


M’Pa turned her away again, after gently licking her tears away. “Please,” she cried, as his arms circled her body.


Ver’On reached over and took one of her hands in his, but there was little he could do at the moment. His eyes traveled down her body, resting at the glistening moistness around her lower area. She couldn’t hold the massive amount of his seed inside her, not even a Yautja female would be able to. But as his life creating fluids leaked from her, he consoled himself, knowing that some had at least gotten inside her.


“Please,” she cried, nearly screeching. “…Ver’On, Please…Tell him…!”


“M’Pa, you must. She can’t help what she feels.”


“Are you sure she’s not in pain?”


Ver’On shook his head. “Pain – Pleasure, they are confused to her. Take her. Let her feel this joy. We’ll take care of her later.”


“If she lives…”


“Do I rescind my approval?!” he growled.


“No,” M’Pa snapped. “I just don’t like to be rushed.”


“You must continue…I cannot…yet.”


M’Pa nodded, looking down to the Ooman’s nearly unconscious form. “El…is it truly what you want?” She nodded, her desperate cries over powering her speech. “Very well.” He tore off his bottoms, tossing the material aside, rising above her, he lifted her until she could support her weight on her knees. He loved this position best of all. He could get more of his strength behind his thrusts, pulling the female back onto him if necessary, to increase the sensations that would permeate her body. He only hoped El could handle it.


He rose up behind her, his erection standing out from his body. He’d waited so long to mate an Ooman again, only this time, he could always mate this one. Absently he thought about wiping the remains of Ver’On’s seed from her, but thought better of it. If she was tight for her mate, she would be tight for him as well. Ver’On was physically larger than he for certain, he felt confident that she would feel every bit of his member inside her, the fluids left behind would aid his taking of her, and through him, Ver’On would become a father. He’d see to that.


“M’Pa!” she cried, obviously tired of waiting, trying to force him into her as she felt his flesh brush gently against her folds.


“I’m here,” he said, and slid his member solidly into her, as deep as she could take. She felt amazing. M’Pa nearly lost his mind to the sudden sensation of her pulling him deeper. El’s cries of delighted desire became muffled, as she turned her screams into the furs beneath her. slowly he pulled form her, then slid back into place, hard. She didn’t complain, she seemed to even enjoy it, thrusting her hips back to meet him. Gently he slid his hands over her lowered back to her shoulders, then back down her sides, till he grasped her hips, careful not to aggravate the wounds left behind by Ver’On.


Grasping her hips firmly, he began a slow steady pace, moving in and out of her, deeply, to ensure she got the full force of his advance. Around him he could hear the drum rhythm, steadily beating, the males and their mates in their own rapture. Loud grunting drew his attention to the edge of their area, where he saw Ter’Oth and Lee’tha gently mating as well. Ter’Oth knew very well how to mate a pregnant female, how best to give her just the right amount of pleasure, and not harm the child she carried. He would have to speak to Ter’Oth later, if they were to make El happy, they would need to know how best to mate her, if she ever wished to while pregnant.


Steadily he thrust into her enclosure, feeling her body tense and relax, her muscles twitch delightedly against his invading flesh. She tried to raise herself onto her arms, but he gently pushed her back down, lifting one of her legs to be level with his hip, gaining more depth to her in the process. Madly he thrust at her, staying shallow for a few strokes, before slamming his body into hers, pulling her onto him, hearing her cries of delight as he reached her limits.






Ver’On watched the young Kadji, as he mated the female he loved. He knew that he would be a father, knew that El’s heart was his, but was exceptionally pleased that she could find release with the male they chose to share their lives with. ‘Perhaps,’ he thought, ‘I should ask him to be our second mate. I will discuss it with El later.’






M’Pa thrust into her in short quick strokes, as her body erupted in another release. M’Pa purred deeply, sending vibrations to her core, that increased the reaction her body had to him. Suddenly he pulled from her, resting his member over her back, howling to the night, as his seed exploded from his body, sliding all down her skin. Yet still his arousal wasn’t subsiding.


He looked to Ver’On, who nodded, and he slid his phallus back into her, thrusting wildly, trying to release the tension he still felt deep inside. El responded enthusiastically, curling her raised leg around his arm and body as best she could. Each thrust he gave her, brought another moan and cry from her, as she tried to form words with each breath he knocked from her body. With each outward movement he made, he sped up the return into her body, till all that was heard was a long continuous cry from them both.






Ver’On watched as the Kadji increased his speed, El helpless but to endure the ride she was getting. The fluids M’Pa had released over her back slid down her sides, leaving glistening trials over her skin, seeming to point the way to her breasts, as they swayed against the fierce assault her body was taking. Carefully he reached under her, cupping one of her perfect mounds in his hand, gently squeezing her nipple till it hardened between his fingers. How he looked forward to watching his offspring feed from her beautiful breasts, how he wished he could do so now.


She started screaming again, as her body climaxed again. M’Pa savagely dove into her, his low grunts turning to near howls as her body gripped his embedded flesh. Again the male tore form her body, turning her over quickly, laying her flat. He slipped back inside her, slamming his hips to hers, nearly sending her across the furs. Finally his howls became too strained, and he ripped out of her once more, sending his seed across her body, before collapsing beside her.


“M’Pa?” Ver”on asked, not liking the way the young male seemed to collapse. He waved to him to leave him be, his subsiding erection laying out between his slightly spread legs. “Perhaps, Kadji, we over prepared her.”


M’Pa looked back to him, his breath quick, his mandibles barely able to hold to his face normally. “You think?” he asked, sarcastically.


As M’Pa lay beside her, Ver’On moved closer, using M’Pa’s discarded torn bottoms to wipe the fluids off her skin. “It’s alright El,” he eased, as her breathing continued deep and fast from her mouth. “It will be alright. Rest now.”


“Ver’On…” she whispered, curling to his warmth. “I’m cold.”


“Hush, My’El, we shall keep you warm. Rest now. Allow our child to form within you.”


“I’m sorry,” she gasped gently. “…so...sorry.”


“Why? You’ve nothing to be sorry about.”


“Yes, I do.”


“What?”


“Because, I’m not…finished yet.”


Ver’On chuckle. “Yes, El, you are finished. For now. Catch your breath. We shall mate again, soon. For now, rest.”


“Promise?” she asked.


“I promise. You will feel me inside you again, unless you ask me not to.” She nodded, holding close to his body for warmth, her breath returning to her, she felt her fatigue, and soon drifted off to sleep.