Rivers Run Deep

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Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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Rivers Run Deep



Chapter 43



It seemed that the night just dragged on, and the number of torches increased around the area. M’Pa and Ver’On sat quietly at the edge of their furs, watching El as she slept. She had slept soundly for several hours, and many of the mating pairs had left the grounds. Their own desires fulfilled, allowing those still left on the ship on duty, to take a place on the grounds with their chosen mates.


As the new couples arrived, servers took the opportunity to go around the field, bringing energy replenishing drinks to the males, often given to revive them after long exertions in sparing matches, but did not sit heavy on the stomach as foods did. Ver’On took his drink from the female, not taking his eyes off El, as the female server presented M’Pa with a drink, trilling at him seductively as she passed to the next couple. M’Pa looked after her, giving a grunt of curiosity, but remained where he was. “If you want to mate her,” Ver’On said quietly, “you may. I will speak for El and approve for her as well.”


“But Ver’On…”


“You are Kadji, you are not solely bound to just El. If you desire a female of your own, just say so. We will allow it.”


M’Pa looked to where the female had walked off to, smiling as she turned back and trilled to him from the distance. “Well,” he began, “she is pretty, and I would hate for this gathering to end had I not seeded at least ONE breeding female.”


“She’s form the Lara-Kree clan?”


“Yes. They have a totally different system. I think you’ll like it. Some of their females, all they want to do is mate, and produce offspring.”


“Well, I will have to teach my new son restraint then, lest he focus more on breeding, than hunting and gaining his honor.”


“You sound so sure that she’ll have a son,” M’Pa whispered low. “What if she has a daughter her first time?”


“Then my Kadji, you and I will have to ensure that the males of the ship, know who her guardians are.” The two males laughed, knowing what fun it would be to intimidate the hormonal males as they came of age, to ensure the daughters of their family grew up properly, and introduced to mating by the right males, rather than those just acting on hormones.


The female walked by again, collecting the empty cups. M’Pa looked to Ver’On, as she brushed against his back. Ver’On nodded. The Kadji quickly rose to his feet, blocked the female’s path, thrust the empty cups to the arms of another, younger, female, and pulled the teasing one to the vacant space beside the tree. Ver’On chuckled as he heard the female giggle, laugh, and then gasp, before giving way to delighted sighs and moans of mating. Ver’On waved the younger female over, and took one of the full cups from her, before she went on, then turned back to El.


She was shivering.


Ver’On tossed the cup away and wrapped his warm body around her. Her flesh felt chilled to his touch. Quickly he pulled one of the furs from under the top fur, and spread it over them, and within a few moments, she stopped shivering, and lay quietly against him. Ver’On propped his arm under his head, laying down as comfortably as he could, contently purring to the little female, as she nuzzled closer to the gentle vibrations. He was surprised she could still move, as she slowly came around him, then on top of him, as he rolled to his back. “What are you doing, My’El?” he whispered amusingly, as she straddled his hips beneath their new cover.


“I’m cold,” she sighed, “and you’re so warm.” She slid her hands down the sides of his chest, up and under his arms. Ver’On held onto her, pleased of the feel of her wet lower flesh against his body. He would mate her again, but not just yet. She wasn’t ready…or so he thought.


She moaned gently, as she slid her body lower, kissing his massive chest as her hips found purchase over his soft member. She began slowly rocking her hips against his, until his flesh was sliding deep between her folds. “El,” he gasped, feeling his body begin to tingle, her scent of arousal strongest beneath their cover, for it had no where else to go. “Be still El, please.”


“No,” she sighed, increasing her movements against him, feeling his flesh thicken to her teasing. “I told you…I wasn’t finished.”


“Yes, but it is the rest break. There are too many not ready.”


“Too bad,” she said, rising on her arms, barely getting a foot off his chest. “I am.” Even though he was not fully erect, he was solid enough for her to shift slightly, and sheath her self upon him. It was easy for him to slide into her, and as her body continued its dance around him, his flesh became more engorged, and his purrs turned to growls of delight.


She was very skilled, for one who had never mated before. He wondered then just what she and Lee’tha had been discussing in their chambers on the cruiser, when they departed the Kesh-Ma clan ship. He’d have to ask. Nicely, he decided, as El fully rose above him, sliding him deeper into her body. He’d ask her nicely.


He reached up to her, and grasped her breasts, that she’d hidden from him by wrapping the fur around her as she left his warmth. Squeezing firmly, he began to lift his hips to meet her decent to him, slamming his hardening flesh to her sooner than she expected. She gasped at the first thrust, dropping the fur to grasp his arms, as she slammed her body onto his. He was glad that she’d closed her eyes, as more and more of the arriving couples began to stop to watch the little Ooman mate the male, surprised that she seemed to be enjoying the experience.


He grunted sharply as one of the males stepped onto the fur, drawn to her by her scent. The male quickly left, his female grabbing his arm and taking him away, before he could commit another offence. Ver’On rose to El, grasping her shoulders to force her harder down upon him. She half moaned half cried out at the delighted sensation, and wriggled her hips to his each time they met. “They are watching,” he whispered, hoping her bashfulness would take hold and allow her to stop until the new arrivals could find their places.


But such was not the case. “So, let them,” she sighed, slamming harder against him. “If they’ve nothing better to do…let them watch.”


Ver’On purred at her, her desire had freed her of her own shyness, and it only enraptured him more. Grasping her hips and holding her to him, he turned her over, so that she lay beneath him, as he madly thrust his fully hard flesh into her body. Her moans were sharp, and delightfully pushed from her lungs with each fast deep thrust he gave her. His own purrs, turned to labored grunts, then finally to lustful growls, as her legs tried to come around his hips to hold him to her. “Ver – On!!” she gasped between thrusts, his name broken by her cries. “MORE! PLEASE! MORE!!”


Surprised, he did what she asked, rising higher, pulling her hips to meet his faster, harder, and deeper than he dared before. He watched his thick shaft emerge, then disappear into her body with each stroke. Quickly he increased his pace as he felt her body warm to his touch, her muscles twitch madly around him. She arched her back, turning her most tender of flesh to his assault, as her body exploded around him, clamping hard with her muscles, trying to lock him inside her. Not wanting to harm her, he thrust into her, staying deep, and gave her short, hard thrusts, until his own release swelled his flesh, and their bodies claimed each other.


Ver’On had trouble holding her still, as she tried to move harder against him, wanting to feel more of the lightning fast sensations he gave her. He resolved to grasp one breast in his hand, while increasing his gentle thrusts, as his seed filled her whom.


She slowly stopped moving, her moans subsiding to her rapid breathing, her inner muscles twitching around him, her body completely at his mercy. He leaned down to her, licking her neck, whispering, “I gave M’Pa permission to mate and seed one of the breeders. I assumed you wouldn’t mind.”


“Is she…nice?” she asked between breaths.


“Well, she’s not about to steel him, if that’s what concerns you.” She shook her head no. “So I was correct?” She nodded, and he purred his way to the other side of her neck. That’s when he noticed her translator was still in place. He was amazed, because of all her vigorous moments all night. As he gently touched it with his mandibles, he saw why, and he laughed. “You glued it on?” She tried to laugh, but her body wouldn’t let her, all she wanted to feel was him inside her. “That’s going to hurt when you remove it to bathe.” He licked deep into her ear, and she moved against him, trying to get him to thrust deeper to her, if that were at all possible. “Easy, El, one would think you’re in heat.”


“Shut up and mate me!” she demanded, trying to punch his shoulder.


“Well,” he huffed playfully, rising further up on his arms. “Demanding aren’t we.”


“Please Ver’On,” she pleaded, “I just want…” but she could not form the words to continue.


Ver’On looked at her, when she stopped speaking, noticing a tear slide down her face. “What is it?” She just turned away, trying not to cry. Gently he pulled out of her, believing he’d hurt her, and brought the fur back over them as he lay down with her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”


She huddled close in his arms, relishing the feel of his seed inside her. “You didn’t hurt me.”


“Then what brings tears to your eyes?”


“Lee’tha said you’ll be leaving for a long time, on your hunt.”


“Not too long, I hope.”


“I don’t want you to forget what its like to be with me. And I don’t want to be frustrated over not being with you, and have to fight off other males’ advances.”


“Is that what worries you?” She nodded. “Oh, My’El, I will never forget our first mating, nor any mating after that. What will bring me home safely, is you,” and he brushed the back of his fingers over her lower stomach, “and the child I’ve placed inside you.”


“Will you miss me?”


“Oh yes. When we hunt, our adrenalin rushes, and the thrill of our success is nearly the same as mating. This is why many males mate for long periods of time, before and after they return from a hunt. But when I return,” and he rolled her over, sliding his still ridged member hard and fast to her core, making her moan loudly in his passage, “I wish to curl up with you in our bed,” and he thrust harder and faster with each word, “and purr…long into…your belly…and feel the kick…of my child…within you.”


“VER’ON!!!”


“You wanted me to mate you, so be it.” He kissed her madly, sliding his tongue into her mouth, slamming his hips to hers, knocking the breath from her lungs. He released her from his kiss, and quickly he pulled her upright, onto his lap, forcing her up his shaft, allowing gravity and her own weight to slide her back down. Her moans turned to desperate cries, as her body no choice but to give in to his assault. “Be careful what you ask for, My’El, because with me…you will get it!” He pulled her hard onto him, as his member swelled, exploding his seed into her again.


The strength of his hands on her hips, the force of his phallus inside her, the pressure caused by not only his swelling, but his fluids rushing from his body into hers, it was all too much, and yet, she wanted more. Blindly she reached for his dreads, and pulled with all her might. Ver’On howled even louder, sending her back to the fur, and slamming his hips to hers as hard as he could. El slid continuously across the fur, screaming with each thrust he gave her, tugging on his dreads to keep from sliding off of him, as his jammed member slammed further into her body.


Then another pair of hands were around hers, prying at her fingers. Ver’On growled viciously at the intruder, he even tried to bite the arm of him, as he tugged on her fingers. The intruding male growled back, but continued to pull. Ver’On swung out with his only free arm, sending the male to the ground, a broken mandible for his trouble.


“EL!!!” It was M’Pa. “YOU MUST LET GO OF HIS DREADS!!! EL!! HE’LL KILL YOU!!!!”


But not matter how many times he called to her, she would not let go, could not let go. Her body was bonded to the one who gave her the pleasure, and the pain. Ver’On’s hands grasped her hips, pulling her even harder onto him, as his member connected with her insides. Faster and faster he slammed into her. She couldn’t breath. Every time she tried to take a breath, it was knocked from her windpipe. Her vision blurred, as she tried to focus on him, but it wasn’t long before blackness folded over her eyes.






Slowly she turned her head to the gentle purring, believing it was Ver’On she kissed the surface of the head that lay next to her. M’Pa quickly looked up. “Don’t even try to move,” he commanded. “Ter’Oth. She’s awake.”


The healer made his way to her, setting a message pad down on the table. “Well, our little Ooman finally regains her senses.”


“What happened?” she asked. “Where’s Ver’On?”


“Be still El,” Ter’Oth ordered, readying another shot. “Ver’On is in another room, sleeping off his matting rage. You…were very lucky. After you passed out, M’Pa was able to choke Ver’On down. Though he didn’t send him to unconsciousness, it was enough that he regained a few of his wits. I had to sedate him in order to separate you two.”


“I’m sore…but I guess that’s to be expected.”


“You’re more pain than you should be. You have a broken pelvis, a dislocated hip, sever lacerations, massive bruising, and internal bleeding. You are lucky to be alive. What in the founding hunters possessed you to grab his dreads like that? Didn’t you listen to a word Lee’tha told you?”


“I listened, I just…forgot…I guess. It didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.”


“Well, you’re even luckier to be on this ship. A few hundred years ago, a female was a mate to a Yautja here. They had much medical knowledge built up in their database because of her. I’ve been able to treat you with milder forms of our medicines, and yet still gain the results normally gained at full strength. You should be up walking around by tomorrow. But don’t go mating again. Your bones will need to strengthen over a short time.”


“What about…” she couldn’t’ bring herself to ask, all she did was lay her hand over her stomach.


Ter’Oth understood. “The lacerations were to your vaginal walls. They were easy to heal, your internal bleeding was because of Ver’On squeezing you so hard at your sides. Your uterus is fine. You should know in a few days if you’re pregnant, though I would suggest you just relax, and allow it to happen naturally.”


“I intend to.”


Ter’Oth injected the medicine in her thy. “This will help with the pain, and will make you sleep.”


“El,” M’Pa began quickly. “We may be gone when you wake. Kal-esh has agreed to watch over you and Lee’tha. Stay close to Lee’tha, and go to Kal if you need anything.” Sleepily she nodded, and was out a moment later.






When she woke again, she was back in her new quarters, laying in her bed, nude, beneath the covers. She looked around, but only found Lee’tha, sitting at a new table, eating. “Hey,” she greeted, regretting quickly that she’d spoken, as her throat bit bat at her in needle points of sand paper.


“Don’t talk just yet,” she said, coming over to her with a cup. “Drink this, it will help.” She’d little choice. Lee’tha practically drowned her in it. “There. Feel better?” She nodded. “You’ve been asleep for a while, I was getting worried.”


“My kind sleeps longer than yours, and more often. Where’s Ver’On and M’Pa?”


“Gone. The hunt had to go ahead. Ver’On couldn’t put it of, no matter how much his heart wanted to stay.”


“Damn.”


“What?”


“Nothing. I have to get dressed, have a look around this ship.”


“OH NO YOU DON’T!! The only thing you’re putting on is a lounge dress, and bearly getting out of bed. Those are Kal-esh’s orders.” El just looked at her. She’d never seen the normally calm Yautja female so riled before. “Sorry,” she whispered.

“Hormones.” El smiled.


“I should have known. My mom was the same way.”


“You saw your mother carrying offspring?”


El gathered the dress she’d been handed, and pulled it over her shoulders. Lee’tha had to help her sit up, with many vocal protests from El as she forced her stiff recovered muscles to work. “Yeah,” she finally replied. “She was pregnant with twins when she died, remember?”


“Oh yes, I’m sorry.”


“In the early trimester, she was really hard to figure out. One moment she’d be happy and calm, another she’d be ripping your head off, then you turn around and say something, she she’d break out into tears. Now I’m really scared.”


“Why?”


“Well if humans act like that when they’re pregnant with a human child, what will happen to me, if I am pregnant with Ver’On’s baby?”


“We’ll figure that out when it happens. Right now, Ter’Oth says the tests have all come back negative. So far, your body hadn’t registered a pregnancy yet.”


“And when it does?”


“You mustn’t tell any one until Ver’On comes back.”


“Why?”


“Right now, you are considered an available female. You have no mark, you’ve mated, yes, but without a mater’s mark, you’re vulnerable.”


“What about this?” she asked, pointing to the white scars of Ver’On’s teeth left on her shoulder.


“That is a claimer’s mark. That can be easily protested, and removed by a male who wants you.”


“Fat chance.”


“Which is why you and I are going to stay very comfortable in these quarters.” The two females looked up at a knock on the door. “Stay here.”


“Like I have a choice?” she laughed, as she struggled to get the billowing fabric of the dress lower over her body, shifting her reluctant legs in the process. ‘GOD! I hope he does that again.’ And she flopped back against the pillows, nearly spent from her efforts.






Lee’tha opened the door to find Kal-esh waiting. He was dressed in full armor, but no mask or weapons, and had a thick cloth draped over one arm. “Good day Lee’tha,” he greeted.


“Good day,” she grunted in return.


“I’m off to the sparing rooms for some training of the new younglings that have graduated from the nursery. Would you and El care to join me?”


“YES!” El shouted from the other room. Lee’tha shook her head.


“Please, come in.”


“Thank you,” he said, suppressing a chuckle as he heard the female protest her movements as she rose from her bed. A few minutes later, El had struggled free of the bed clothes, and was leaning against the door frame as she met with laughing eyes from the two in the main living space. “I’m surprised you can move at all,” Kal laughed.


“Well, I learned when I started gymnastics, if you’re stiff after doing something, move a round a bit. It’s only cause the muscles aren’t used to moving the way you had. The only way I’m going to get back on my feet, is to move around. If Lee’tha had her way, I’d still be naked in bed, waiting for Ver’On and M’Pa to return.”


“The prospect of you being naked again, is definitely appealing.”


“Watch it,” she warned.


“Oh I’ve already seen you naked,” he teased. “I was only three spots away from you on the grounds. You were mating like a crazed must driven female when I passed you and Ver’On.” El’s cheeks flashed bright red. Kal had seen the shade before, and laughed. “I’m pleased you survived. My daughter is quite jealous.”


“She said that I wouldn’t be able to please my mate, or my Kadji,” she said, as she crossed her arms beneath her breasts. “Last I spoke with then, they had no complaints.”


Kal chuckled, and bowed his head. “I’ll be sure to relay your message. For now, here, put these on. They will signify to all that you are guarded by my house.” He handed both females the cloaks he’d brought. He even attempted to help El put hers on, but she managed quite well on her own. “Now you can move around the ship at ease. No one will molest you.”


“Good,” El seemed to chirp. Kal looked at her in amazement, and clicked something to her, but without the vocabulary or the growls and grunts to go with it, the translator couldn’t discern what he’d said.


“Sorry,” he said at her quizzical expression. “For a moment I thought you were picking up on our language.”


“You know,” Lee’tha began. “That doesn’t sound like a bad idea. El, we could teach you our language while we await the hunters to return. When they come back you can greet your mate in his own words, not the translated ones.”


“That would be fun.”


“Then it is settled. After we watch Kal-esh in the sparring room today, we shall find the library and begin at once.”


“Why do I get the feeling I’m still looking at homework.”






Kal lead the females through the halls to the sparing room, and made sure they had a seat at the very front of the raised observation section. He grunted in greeting to a female at the far end, and El recognized her at once as Fer’aza. The female turned away from him, as though to snub her tiny nose at the three of them. Kal shrugged, went to the floor and began to stretch.


El leaned over to Lee’tha. “Who do we cheer for?” she asked.


Lee’tha giggled. “Which ever one has the better skill. But for now, just watch the boys. I think there’s a couple females as well.”


“Young females train to hunt as well?”


“Some do. Not many, but a few.”


“Why not more?”


“Well, like the females of your world, our females are raised to be…well…female, but like your world, there are some that still choose the hunters life, just as females of your world chose vocations of violence.”


“That’s true. Military, police, security, wrestling. God the similarities are starting to get scary.”


“Don’t worry. Ver’On brought you here to be his mate, not his hunting female. You’ll be safe from most all dangers.”


“MOST all dangers?”


“Well, there are the occasional female to female battles. Like I’m sure Fer’aza wishes right now to get back at you for breaking her ribs and forcing her from gathering.”


“Hey, she’s the one that didn’t give a good enough reason as to why she wanted M’Pa. if she can figure that out, I’ll consider it.”


“What reason could she have given you?”


“Ultimately? The most important reason of all. But if she doesn’t know what that is, she’s not ready for him.”


“You are most peculiar, even I can’t see what it would be.”


“Then you aren’t ready for him either.”


“I don’t want him.”


“Well that’s good. I’ve a feeling, he’s going to be with Ver’On and me, for a very long time.”


“Oh they’re starting.”


“Those are kids?”






Fer’aza watched the females from where she sat, trying to listen to their lowered whispers. She wanted to take the Ooman to the mats and shove the stuffing down her throat. How dare she keep M’Pa from her! She had no right! Then she saw a tall burly male enter the room, one she knew had a very special reputation among the clans. He smiled broadly, and knew exactly what she had to do. Quickly she stole down the secondary steps, and made her way across the room under the seats. How easy it would be to kill the little pink skinned bitch from down here. She had a knife for protection. She could easily stab the female in her back and run away, all without being seen. But the plan that she was forming in her mind seemed far more delightful. Ver’On would be disgraced, the female shown to be a whore, M’Pa would be free, and the male she approached would be deliriously happy.


‘Yes,’ she thought, as she grunted to the male in greeting, ‘this will work out perfectly.’