Rivers Run Deep

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Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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Rivers Run Deep



Chapter 47



‘It’s so warm,’ she thought, as she knelt next to her mate. ‘God I want to be all over him…but I can’t. I have to tell him. He’s gona freak! M’Pa, I have to see him. This wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for him. Man, I’m warm.’


She heard the footsteps of the elders as they came closer, Ver’On stood, but she remained where she was. Her legs just didn’t have the strength to support her. Beneath her cloak she thread her hand to the floor, spreading her fingers over the surface. The metal was cool to her touch. ‘Perhaps,’ she thought further, ‘if I cool the blood in my hand, it will help cool the rest of me.’ It was worth a try.






“Elder Ver’On,” began Des’Tal, waving the warrior to his feet. “You and your family are to be commended. It is not easy to take down one queen; but two! No matter what the age, that alone in one battle, is extraordinary. The Lara-Kree would be honored for you to join us. RISE Grand warriors! Greet your families, and celebrate with your new friends!”


The roars of delight began even before the full decision was said. But as Des’Tal and Ver’On shook each other’s shoulders, their attention was drawn to El, as she remained on the floor. Ver’On knelt to her, his hand beneath her chin to have her look at him. Her skin was flushed, her eyes about to tear, and her breath was quick. Before he could ask her what it was that was upsetting her, she smiled, and laced her arms around his neck, squeezing tight, before falling limp in his embrace.


Ver’On kept to himself for a moment, not really sure what was wrong. She’d passed out before, it was normal at times, but now…on this occasion. Why? Then he remembered about the inoculations that were never completed. She had to be sick. It was the only explanation. Before he could bellow for the healer, Lee’tha knelt next to him, and another Yautja put his hand to Ver’On’s shoulder, a reassuring squeeze as he spoke. “Take her to your quarters, she needs to rest.”


Ver’On growled low. How dare this male presume to tell him how to treat his mate. She was Ooman after all, what did he know. Then another Yautja appeared next to him, his body betraying the lineage of his line. The second male was of Ooman blood. “Father, if you’ll excuse me, I have my mate to find.” The first male nodded, and the younger was on his way.


“Ver’On, this is Tan’ock,” Lee’tha began, “he’s had an Ooman for a mate. Please listen to him. I will not be close by for a while.”


Ver’On nodded, and allowed Lee’tha to removed Kal’s cloak of protection from El, and turned to Tan’ock. “You know what ails her?” he asked quietly.


Tan’ock smiled. “If you want to call your young within her an ailment, by all means.”


Ver’On quickly took her to his arms, and marched out the landing bay, Tan’ock close at hand.






Fer’aza rushed down the hall to the lift. She’d been so busy trying to figure out how to get M’Pa away from Ver’On and his Ooman, she’d not heard the announcement that the cruiser carrying the Hur family, and M’Pa, had returned. She slapped her hand to the plate of buttons, as though the repeated summons would force the lift to move faster. But as the doors opened, Fer’aza found she wasn’t alone.


“OUT OF MY WAY!” she demanded, but the tall copper-skinned male just walked right up to her, purring deep and loud in his chest. “DON’T DO THAT!” She tried to step around him, but instead he grabbed her arm, and pulled her into the lift. He pressed the buttons for another level, and pulled the female against his body. “J-ON I SWEAR…!”


“Swear that you want me?” he asked, as her body trembled with delight at the sensations he sent through her skin. “Swear that you desire my touch?” He took her hands and trapped them behind her back, thrusting her against the wall again, crushing his groin to her hips. Her delighted squeal passed her lips, even before she could stop it. “Swear that no other will touch you?” he said, as he licked her neck and ear, hidden behind her fine dreadlocks.


“No…” she whimpered, but thrust her body to his assault all the same.


“Yes…” he laughed, quickly pulling her dress up, and thrusting his hand between her thighs. She gasped at his touch, savagely encircling his body with her leg, the movements of her hips demanding that he do more than just touch. “Say it, Fer’aza…say it, and it will be so.”


“My father…won’t let you…!”


“I already asked him, you are mine. By his decree, you are mine.”


She looked at him in disbelief. He was not known to lie, so his words had to be true. “No…”


He dove his fingers into her, careful not to go too far. “Yes,” he sighed, as she squealed, thrashing her body against his. He stopped as the lift slowed to its destination. Her dress in order once more, he kept hold of her arm, and pulled her down the hall to his quarters. He locked the door, and ripped the dress from her body, at the same time, breaking the straps that held his armor in place, to toss it across the room.


She stepped away from him, her breath quick, her mind swimming in sensations, desires, and feelings she’d never experienced before. J-on tossed his bottoms aside and stalked after her, gently purring as he backed her towards the bed.


“No, this can’t be. M’Pa…he’s the one…”


“M’Pa is not here, nor will he touch you.” He pulled her to him, bending slightly to wrap his lips around her left nipple, one hand caressing her other breast, while the other trailed down her body to play with her moistening folds of flesh. Her screams never left the room, as he knelt to the bed, taking her with him, her eyes closed to the vision of the male who would take her, in her mind all she saw was M’Pa. “Swear to me,” he said, sliding a finger into her body, “that no other but me will occupy your thoughts.” She shook her head, and he removed his finger.


“Please!” she begged, grabbing at his hand, thrusting her hips to his delightful digits.


“No. Swear to me that no other will occupy your thoughts.”


“And if I don’t?”


“Then, my dear Fer’aza, I will play with you mercilessly, bringing you to the point of near ecstasy…then I will stop, and do no more, till you calm down. Then I will start all over again.”


“HOW CRUEL!”


“Cruel or not. I will have you in my bed, I will have you as my mate, I will have you bear my offspring…BUT I will not have you with anther in your thoughts!” Again he slid his finger in her body, watching the delight and fear play across her face. She knew he’d do it. He never said anything he didn’t intend to do.


“M’PA!”


Quickly he straddled her hips, forcing her to look at him, pressing her shoulders to the mat beneath her. “WHY DO YOU WANT HIM!?” She looked at his enraged face. “WHY!?” She couldn’t answer. Not that she was afraid of J-on if she did, but mainly because, she didn’t know why. All she knew was that M’Pa was the one she was drawn to. “What is it about that whelp that has you ready for his flesh to take you, just by you looking at him!?”


“He’s big,” she blurted out. “He’s taller than any male on the ship! I want my offspring to be noticed. To have the honor of saying my father is the tallest in the clan!”


“Physical stature does not make one tall.”


“Maybe not in your eyes, but I have seen him exercise. His physical presence for a female is enough to give him many offspring if he so desires.”


“Is that it? Because you think his flesh is large, that is why you want him?” J-on suddenly started to laugh.


“Stop it! I won’t have you laugh at him!”


“Why the pauk not!? You silly child! You have seen nothing. When males finish sparing we shower together. I’ve seen M’Pa, he’s small, slender. His only advantage to being with females is that he’s overly fertile. That’s it!” He sat up on his heals. “Now if you want to see an imposing presence, look at me.” She shook her head. “LOOK!! Or Feel, it will be your choice. But I promise you, if you choose to feel it, you will never see it for the life of our being together. I will forever hide myself from you, mate you in the dark, always wear a cover to bed. All you will feel is my size, but never know the look of it, I will sheath it within you whenever I wish, and you will never see it glean with the desire I have for you. NOW LOOK!”


She cried slightly, but she looked. His copper skin darkened as her sight traveled down his abdomen, the slight tell tail signs of dark streaks common to her people, seemed to point the way to his lower flesh. Fine dark hairs curled against his skin, mixed with thick small dreadlocks, all seeming to be alive with movement. In the midst of it all, as though the tiny dreads were holding it out from his body, was his phallus. As long as her hand if not more, and thick, gods he looked thick. Molted dark streaks patterned their way along the shaft to his tip of gleaming copper skin. Her breath came quick, as she met his eyes once more. He nodded, “And it will all be yours. Banish M’Pa from your mind, take me to your body, become my mate.”


“Yes,” the word was out before she could stop it. She regretted saying it, but not for long. Quickly he changed his position, slinging her legs over his arms, sliding the end of his member to her flesh.


“As I take you, no other shall. You are mine Fer’aza, now…” and he slid solidly into her, snapping her thin shield of innocence in one hard thrust. And as she screamed at his intrusion, he finished his oath to her. “…and forever!”


“J-ON!!!!!!” His name became a disjointed chant as he thrust his body to her limits. Her skin was tight, and wet, but not wet enough for his liking.


Aggressively he slapped his hips to hers, ensuring that she knew who her mate was. Upon hearing his name chanted from her lips, he slowed his pace. “Now, My Fer’aza, I will show you why so many females sought me for their first mattings.” Slowly, achingly slow, he withdrew from her body, till just the tip of his organ still remained in her, then he slammed his hips to hers.


Her body being suddenly filled once more, sent a wave of heat through her like she’d never felt before. She moaned loudly, nearly a groan, as her inner tissues took his full assault. Again he slowly withdrew from her, this time he earned her tortured cries for him not to tease her. Again he waited, till her body begged for him, then slammed into her. He repeated this several times, till he felt her muscles begin to twitch. Her breath was also faster than before, and he felt her body begin to warm to his entry.


Abruptly he grabbed her hips, and slammed his member into her, over and over, knocking words of delight, the likes of which no respectable female would utter, even in their wildest of dreams. She started to scream, roars of delight ebbing with each cry, her body latching onto him, begging him for his seed.


He didn’t disappoint. Faster and faster he thrust into her, feeling her tightened muscles begin to further restrict his movements. Suddenly his member swelled, her eyes became wide at the sudden influx of his size, and he roared with all his might, as his seed exploded from his body, her own muscles milking his member for all he could give.


Fer’aza was his.






When she woke, she was nice and cool, lying in a much bigger bed, her clothing had been removed and Ver’On lay at her side, purring into her stomach. If felt wonderful, the vibrations he sent through her made her tingle in so many of the right places. She giggled, feeling him nuzzle farther into her belly. “I take it you know,” she said, more a statement than a question. Her answer was deeper purrs along her belly, as he moved gently up her body, sucking deep on each tanned nipple.

“Careful,” she chided, “leave some for your offspring.”


“I will be sure there will be plenty for you to nurse with,” he purred into her neck.


“Where are my clothes?”


“In shreds. I tore that ridicules dress from you. I never want to see you in it again.”


“What am I supposed to wear? Or do I just walk around like this?” Ver’On hissed and sprang from the bed, something she never thought she’d see a Yautja do. Somehow they just didn’t seem the springing type. Ver’On hastily dug through some of the unpacked containers, finally returning to her, with a sheet of green material, holding it across her breasts. “Ok, I think I can do something with that.” He smiled and lay beside her, the cloth tossed aside for now, holding her close. “How long have I been out?”


“Not long. Maybe an hour. Do you feel better?”


“Yes. I’d like to go see M’Pa. This,” and she spread her hand over her belly, which Ver’On quickly covered with his, “wouldn’t have been possible without him.”


“Perhaps. I must tell you. I’ve decided to make him your second mate.”


“What?!”


“Please understand. He saved my life, he fought valiantly. I want him tied to our family always.”


“But second mate? Is that allowed?”


“Yes. Many have more than one mate, and it isn’t like you don’t have the energy.” He chuckled as she scoffed at him, playfully tugging his mandibles. “Besides that, Ter’Oth is not sure he’ll survive his injuries. I would like him to know that I honor him this way, to share one’s mate, especially as charrished as you are to me, shows great trust and affection.”


“I want to see him. NOW!”


“El. He does not wish to see you today, he’s afraid you’ll fear him, because of how he now looks.”


“What do you mean?”


“The first queen, in the battle with the other warriors, tore off nearly all his dreads. The second, he saved me from, and that queen tore the flesh off half his face. He’s in great pain, which he cannot bare you to see, and has weakened, because of the loss of blood. Now that he’s survived to get here, he stands a better chance, but still today he wishes not to see you.”


“He will soon, wont he?”


“Yes. Give him a day, to have the medicines take affect. Let him rest. I will see him tomorrow, then I will come for you, if he’s willing.”


“Ok.”


“Until then, lay back, let me sing to our child. I want it to know the sound of its father.”


She smiled as he pressed his face to her belly once more. ‘Oh Ver’On, you are gona wet your pants when you find out. But I’m not gona tell you, till I see M’Pa.’






She ached all over. She couldn’t believe the things he’d done to her. She turned in the bed to find him still next to her, looking at her naked form beside him. “How do you feel?” he asked, as if he didn’t know.


“I’m sore,” she replied, her throat scratchy from her screaming.


“But?” he purred, seeing the play of a smile across her mandibles.


Her smile did appear, sheepish, but broad. “I feel good,” she continued, splaying her hand across his copper skin. “J-on?”


“Yes?” he purred, gently gliding his finger tips up and down her arm, feeling her body warm beside him.


“Do all males…do those things?”


“Not all, but I have been observing, and attending various gatherings over the years, that I have learned much. I do all those things,” and he leaned over, licking his long strangely flat tongue over her left breast, forcing her onto her back, “and so much more.”


“Would you show me?” she begged excitedly, as she felt her body tingle between her legs, and climbing higher as his touch continued.”


J-on sighed, and rested his body across hers, turning his hips so she could see his flesh begin to harden, right before her eyes. Just as he knew she’d look, he knew her breath would quicken, and her pulse began to race. “I don’t know,” he stated calmly. “I swore that I would only give the females I mated a sampling of what I can do, but that only my mate would receive my full knowledge of skill, and have her body delight it the pleasures I give. As of yet, you’ve not said that you will be my mate, you only said yes to banishing other males from your thoughts.” Gingerly he checked his nails, knowing the sight of him was driving her up the wall.


“But…we have mated…”


“Yes…and who do you think of now?”


“You.”


“Then, Fer’aza, will you be my mate?” He leaned in close, licking her mandibles gently, taking her hand and guiding it down his body till she felt his length in her hand.


“YES!!” she cried, knowing what that wondrous piece of him did to her, desperate to know what other secrets it could reveal.


J-on smiled broadly, he knew she’d say yes. As grown up as Fer’aza was, she was still like any child. She wanted what excited her, she wanted what no other would have, she wanted…him. “Then, my Fer’aza, know that as I take you, no other shall touch me, just as no male will touch you.” She nodded.


Slowly he moved down her body, laying gentle kisses along her black and greenish yellow molted skin. She couldn’t believe she’d not seen it before, how lovely he looked against her body, how striking his skin was when pressed to her own. He guided her legs apart, and leaned his head between them, inhaling deep her scent of arousal. Savagely he dove his tongue to her tender flesh, hearing her cry out in delight only made him move faster, his fingers parting her flesh, his tongue seeking the folds for that one spot, that one sensitive…she suddenly thrust her hips in the air, trying to have him burry his face inside her, her scream of shock and delight, high in volume. Yes, that was the spot.


Slowly he slid two fingers into her as far as he could, once he reached the limit of his hand, he started stabbing his fingers into her with short quick strokes. Her cries were delightful, as her body thrashed to his assault. Her words, if he could discern them for words, demanding that he continue, stop, go faster, slow down, move harder, or deeper, all at the same time. He smiled. She was going to love what he was going to do next.


As though she weighed nothing, he flipped her over, forcing her to rest her weight on her knees, her hips raised, her body presented to him for his use. He stood up behind her, his body twitching for the attention only being inside her could give. He grasped her hips, slamming his member deep inside her in a single stroke. Her delighted scream was more than what he needed to confirm she wanted him. His member deep in her twitched wildly against her slick tissues, begging her body to tell him what she wanted, as if he couldn’t already tell. He could feel the sliding of her juices around him, but still he stayed still, deep in her body.


She realized he wasn’t going to move within her, she needed him too…wanted him too. How could she tell him? Movement? Yes, movement, perhaps a gentle movement against him, but what? She tried to move away from him, only he growled and pulled her back, hard onto him. He growled in her ear, low and seductively. “That’s not what you want, is it?”


“No,” her voice strangled from her.


“Then show me. Show me Fer’aza, show me what you want.”


Gently she moved back onto him, if that were at all possible. It was just what he wanted. With a low groan of delight, he slowly withdrew from her, driving himself deep again, then in a fast pace, he slammed his body to hers, over and over. She cried out at his abuse of her, but not asking for him to stop. With all the power he could muster in his legs, he drove his member into his mate, claming what was his. Her body clamped around him once more, her cries of release high and long. Seconds later his body swelled again, and the hot liquid that was his seed, splashed inside her body.


Again he flipped her over, her body easily sliding around his shaft, even locked together as they were. He thrust into her as much as he could, ensuring the pressure caused by his repeated intrusion into her, would send his seed deeper into her womb. Quickly he dove to her shoulder, biting hard with his teeth. His mother may have been Ooman, but his teeth were all Yautja. Piercing her skin, she cried out, feeling the long canines slice through her flesh.


He claimed her body, he took her as his mate, he marked her flesh. There was no escaping him now, she belonged solely to him.






Ver’On held the empty dish in his hand, trying to figure out what to gather for El. No one knew yet that she was with child, the celebration dinner wasn’t until that night. It was then he was going to make the announcement about M’Pa’s elevation and El’s pregnancy. For this morning, the families were permitted to dine as they wished, and many were taking food back to their rooms, or gathering around the many tables, joining many so that the new families could sit with their new friends, and talk. Ver’On opeted to keep El secluded for a while, he wanted her all to himself for now. But when she wakes, she’d be hungry, and he wanted to be able to feed her. But what to feed her? The things Uni made him gather or her, were too strong in spice, or tasted too awful to El. There had to be something.


“Trying to decide what to feed her?” asked a low but familiar voice.


Ver’On turned to see another male behind him, with a younger male of Ooman bloodline. “Tan’ock; correct?” The male nodded.

“Yes, I’m hoping to return to her before she wakes, but I’m not sure what to get for her.”


“Maybe I can help. These,” and he pointed to the Zakas, “are good for her. They will help her keep her food down from night to morning, as well as give her nutrients for the baby and herself. These,” and he pointed to some cream coated strings, as Ver’On spooned several lumps of Zakas onto the plate, “are good for her, is she is having trouble staying awake. If it does not work, tell her to remove her breathing device. I assume she has one?” Ver’On nodded as he spooned some of the strings onto the plate. “When my mate’s pregnancy advanced, she found she could not breathe her natural air from the mask I’d made. Once we discovered she could breathe our air, she was much better. The baby filtered the air for her, somehow, she was fine after that. After the third baby, she no longer needed the mask.”


“Thank you. I’ll let her know that.”


“You should make sure she eats lots of fruit, fresh and crunchy. The sugars will give her energy, and the texture will help her as her moods begin to swing. If she is busy chewing, she can’t scream at you or cry.”


“What do you mean?”


“She’s about to go through massive hormone changes, her mood is going to change dramatically. You may become agitated yourself if you don’t know ahead of time what to expect. Things will upset her easily, cause her anxiety, make her angry. The best thing you can do is hold her, and purr to her. The vibrations from you will ease her.”


“I’ll remember that.” And he put more fruit onto the plate.


“I hope you will have some food for yourself.”


“I will eat. My first priority is El right now. I want nothing to happen to her, nothing to go wrong with the baby. When she is ready, I want the birth to go easy.”


“She will not be able to birth the baby naturally,” Jin stated, as he scooped some sauce over some of his food. Ver’On looked at him, a startled growl from his throat.


“My son is right. The head of the child will be too large for her to birth. You will have to take her to the healer. He will know what to do.”


“He has done it before?” Ver’On asked.


“Who do you think helped mother birth me?” Jin stated, his father grunted at him to stay quiet.


“Sometimes I think he was dropped.” Ver’On laughed. “But yes, he has birthed all seven of my offspring from my Zana, and she healed beautifully afterwards. He will make sure your El heals the same.”


“Thank you. Excuse me, I must return to her. Please, tell no one of her expecting. I wish to announce it tonight.”


“It is not my place to say, one way or the other. But I would ask that you allow El to ask questions of me. She will need answers, ones that you will not have.” Ver’On nodded, and the pair shook each other’s shoulders, then Ver’On left.






He returned in time to see a lovely sight greet him as he entered their bedroom. El was just waking up, turning to face him as he walked in the door. He smiled broadly at her, purring with each step towards the bed. “Did you go see M’Pa?” she asked.


Ver’On nodded. “He was in surgery, so I could not speak to him. I thought you’d wake soon, so I went and got you some breakfast. Are you hungry?”


“Do you have to ask that of a pregnant woman?” she laughed, as he sat in front of her. She sat up, letting the blanket fall from her breasts. Ver’On purred even louder, only to gain a groan of disappointment from her. “You’re all covered up,” she pouted, tugging gently on his leather chest cover.


Ver’On put the plate on the bed, and quickly removed all his clothes. Then sat back down, as naked as she, and held the plate to her. “Happy?” he asked playfully, holding up a Zaka on the spoon. She smiled, and took a bite, chewing as quickly as she could, swallowed and went for more.


It didn’t take as long as he thought for her to eat, only the one plate didn’t seem to satisfy her. He had to redress, go back to the dinning hall, and get at least two plates more to be sure, before she’d finally eaten enough.


As he let her sleep later that day, he ventured down to the medical bay, to find M’Pa not only out of surgery, but awake and alert. “It is good you survived,” Ver’On cheered from the curtain, as M’Pa examined the new scars on his face.


“Do you fffink she will bree afraid?” he asked, his newly repaired mandibles still needed time to recover fully, and not yet fully useful after the surgery.


“No,” Ver’On stated. “I have praised her for her own scars, and have displayed my own proudly. She will be shocked at first, but she’ll accept you.”


M’Pa looked back to the self viewer. He was lucky to still be able to see form his left eye at all. Huge gouges in his skin, traced the young queen’s claw path across his face. One scar rand from just above his “T” shaped clan mark, all the way down to his lower mandible, right over his left eye. Originally both mandibles had been broken, the webbing between them sliced through. When he was bandaged initially, the wound hung by just a small portion of skin, just below his chin.


Two shorter claw tracks flanked the larger, the outer from his temple to his chin, the inner, across his nose and down along the inside tender flesh of his mouth area. He’d also lost three teeth that no one thought to look for, when they treated him in the field. His dreadlocks, though would grow back swiftly with the right treatments, were nearly gone. All his rings lost. There was one dread torn half way from his head, that hung on the right, then a few others on the back, but none on his left. He recalled he’d been on the verge of collapsing from the older queen pulling them out, but when the cheer went up over her death, he did not want to appear weak in front of the others. Then he’d seen the younger queen moving towards Ver’On, and Ver’On didn’t know. He thought the worst that could happen was that he’d die, but it would be a doubly honorable death, as he rushed forward to save his friend.


He didn’t expect to survive, he was willing to let himself die. Images of the time he’d spent with Ver’On and El played in his mind as he journeyed to the realm of the honored dead. But such would not be his fate. His friend refused to let him go. He even gave him something to fight to live for. He gave him El.


“She will call me ugly,” he managed to say.


“No she won’t. She knows better. She wants to see you, says there is something she must tell us both.”


“NO! I won’t have her see me like dis!”


“M’Pa, you fool. She’s worried about you, and it upsets her that her second mate refuses to see her. It isn’t good for her right now.” M’Pa looked over to Ver’On, about to protest, but there was something in his eyes, something exceedingly happy. “Do I bring her to you, or can you leave here?”


“No,” he replied. “I can not leef. Sa’ton wants to miniber my progress for a day.”


“Then I shall bring her to you.” And he turned away.


“VER’ON!” He thought about asking him not to, but there was still that look. What was that look all about? “Pweepare her. Tell her, I’ng not priddy any vore.”


Ver’On chuckled, nodded, then left.