Rivers Run Deep

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



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Rivers Run Deep



Chapter 48



El turned over to find a cold space on either side of her. She was alone. “Ver’On?” Sliding out of bed, she took the green cover, and wrapped it around herself. She went through to the main living space, but found nothing. The nursery was empty, and the trophy room had just the vacant stares of dozens of skulls to greet her query. She resolved that he’d gone to spar, and rubbed her stomach when it growled, complaining of not enough food. All of her clothes were still packed, she’d no idea which container they were in. Ver’On would also not be happy if he knew that she was lifting the heavy containers trying to search them. She also knew better herself. Quickly she looked over the length of the green cloth, then dashed back to the bedroom, and into the lav. She switched on the self viewer, and used it to adjust the cloth the way she wanted.


He tied two corners together behind her neck, after crossing the fabric over her breasts. Satisfied, she took a long gold colored wire from the stand and tied it around her waist. Then she took one of Ver’On’s clips, for holding his leather covers together for repair, and clipped the draped material edge to the layer beneath it, about half way down her thy.
Her assembly complete, she looked in the viewer. It was perfect. A clothing designer and seamstress she may not have been, but this would do in a pinch. She’d just have to lift the fabric a bit to keep from stepping on it. But as she turned from the viewer, she noticed something on her right shoulder. Tenderly she traced the mark of their new clan. A lightning bolt, with a dash just above the top. It was beautiful, and burned into her skin. Ver’On must have done it while she slept, noting that she couldn’t feel her fingers touch the skin around the new mark; he’d used a medicine for numb her skin. She smiled broadly, she was his. Not that she doubted it in the least, but with his teeth marks on her left shoulder, and his mark on her right, no one would dare to touch her. Ver’On would skin them alive if they tried.


Still with her broad smile, she lifted the hem of her new gown, and left the lav. But as she thought of the path to the dinning hall in her head, she realized, if Ver’On came back, he’d no idea where to look for her. She then spied the small sticks in the cup on the table. She surmised them to be tooth picks, and quickly dumped out the contents to the table. With practiced fingers, she arranged the sticks to spell words in Yautja, one of her surprises to Ver’On, a message of where she went, laid out on the table.




Dear Ver’On,

I woke, you were gone. I’m hungry, gone to dinning hall.

See you soon, love El




She put the rest of the sticks back in the container, and left their quarters, proudly walking to the lift. She was home. She was safe. She had Ver’On and M’Pa, she had a huge secret to tell them both, and it she was bursting at the seams trying to keep her mouth shut. As surprised as he would be about the writing, what she had to tell would send them into orbit around a sun.


It took her two tries to get to the right level, then confidently, nodding to a few warriors as she went, she strode into the dinning hall, picked up a plate, and utensils, and looked over the offered food. ‘Where to start,’ she thought, as her stomach growled again. Right off, she scoped out several zakas, some of the cream coated ‘spaghetti’ that she liked, and several fruit from the bowl at the end.


“EL!” As she turned, Lee’tha practically flattened her to the floor again. “Thank you so much!”


“Ok,” she replied totally perplexed as the excited woman let her go. “I’m at a loss as to why, but ok.”


“For having a wonderful Kadji!”


“Ok. What did he do?”


“Apparently he and Ter’Oth had words about Jin, and we’ve been mating all morning!”


“LEE’THA!”


“What? Mating is highly encouraged here. What are you wearing?”


“This?” she picked up her plate and drink, only to have Jin pop out of nowhere and take it from her, along with a tray with other food and drinks on it, and headed over to a table. “This is…thanks Jin…something I just threw together.”


“It looks great. You made it? I’d no idea you were so talented.”


“I’m not,” she sighed, as the two sat down. I’m terrible with sewing. I literally threw it on.” She leaned close and whispered low. “Untie the knot, and the whole thing falls off.”


The two laughed as Jin set their food before them, then sat with Lee’tha leaning against him, purring into her neck. “He’s so attentive,” she laughed, as his hands gently roamed over her swollen belly.


“Oh man, maybe I should leave you two alone.”


“You can eat with us!” She turned to see a group of females at the next table, all of whom she recognized.


“Vaz! HI!” Lee’tha and Jin never noticed she’d left with her food. At the table with Vaz, sat Zon and Tan’ock’s two daughters. “Vaz you’re looking…big!”


“Thank you, you’re so kind,” she replied, rubbing her hand over her stomach. “Zon is still developing.”


“WOW! Sol must be thrilled,” she said to Zon.


“He is. He’s on a hunt right now, he should be back in time for the baby.”


“That long away? Why?”


“Males are hardly around for a pregnancy, El,” Vaz stated. “Our hormone swings drive them crazy. It is best they go hunting. It’s best for us too.”


“Is that where Rel’Ben is?”


“Yes. Sol at his side.”


“I’d rather he were in our bed, slamming his body against mine.”


El just looked at Zon, before all the females, Zon included, broke into laughter.






As he rounded the last corner to his quarters, all he could think of was wrapping himself around his mate, to purr to his child, hiding deep in her womb. He stepped closer to his door, and noticed the lock on the door was released. Quickly, through habit, he went inside, checking the bedroom and nursery, to find them empty. Just as he was leaving, he noticed the table, and the arrangement of tooth picks over the surface.


They were words. More to the point, they were Yautja words, or at least, most of them were.




“Fepr Ver’On,
I woke, you were gone. I’m uongqy, went to the finncng upzz.
See you soon. El”




The last two letters were in her language, which he recognized anywhere. “What?” he asked aloud, and re-read the message. Then he realized, the word was supposed to be ‘starving’, common to all females with child, and that she’d gone to the dining hall for food. “My’El,” he said aloud. “You are full of surprises aren’t you? Is that what you’ve been dying to tell me?” He pressed the button for the main gathering level, and upon arrival quickly made his way to the dinning hall.


There she was, just sitting down with Lee’tha, there was a young half-blood saddling up to the female, as though she belonged to him. As he watched, the half-blood purred to Lee’tha, touching her in a way that he should not. Then he watched his mate rise and join other females at another table. At least she knew when to distance herself from someone who was shaming themselves, and their true mate.


“Elder,” greeted a young female at the door, “may I pass?”


Ver’On did let her pass, by stalking into the dinning hall, and right up to Lee’tha. She hadn’t changed. As much of a friend that Uni had been, that El had tried to be, Lee’tha still had any male she wished, even while she were pregnant. “Lee’tha!” he growled, too low for El to hear.


“Ver’On, nice of you to join us. Please meet my Kadji.” Ver’On suddenly felt so stupid. “Jin, this is Ver’On, Elder to the Hur Family.”


“Greetings. We hadn’t been formally introduced.” The young male extended his forearm, Ver’On firmly tapped it with his.


“Of course, I remember you now. Your father thought the healer dropped you after birthing you from your mother.”


“Father just likes to say that. It explains why my brow is so wide.”


“I like it just fine. El…” she looked but saw the Ooman had moved off, and was laughing with some other females. “Oh, I guess she still has some shyness to get over.”


“I will leave you,” Ver’On said, and went to join his mate. She was dressed in the green cloth he’d shown her, but he’d no idea she could make clothing, and so quickly. The gown was long, passed her feet, and held close to her breasts, giving notice to the deep space between the perfectly round spheres. He wanted so much to rip the dress off her, and take her nipples into his mouth. Gently he sat down, purring, but as she turned to him, there were tears streaming down her cheeks.






“I say, the first time I was with child,” Vaz stated, “I thought Rel was going to loose it. He’d broken his leg in several places in a battle with some other Yautja, over what I don’t know. He couldn’t go on hunts for months. As I grew, and went through mood swings, I thought he’d crawl out of his skin with lust for me. Poor guy.”


“I’m glad Sol has gone,” Zon stated. “He’d been looking forward to hunting again. Said that your mate, El, had taught him so much, he was dieing to inflict damage.”


“Won’t you miss him?” El asked.


“Of course, especially the way he mates me. Long, hard, deep, fast…” Zon trilled loudly at her remembrances, her eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head.


“Easy Zon,” Vaz warned, “You’re setting off every young blood of breeding age.” The females all laughed.


“I can’t wait to take a mate,” Sirona stated. “Father won’t allow anyone to come near me, says he wants a truly honorable Yautja to be my mate.”


“All that means,” stated Bell, “is that father doesn’t want his baby Ooman girl to take the wrong mate.”


“Well that’s good, shows that he loves you,” El stated.


“Yes but every time I go into heat, all the good males are off ship!”


“Sol is taken, remember,” Zon warned, “He’s got just the energy that I want. He mates like one of those insect males while molting. Won’t let the female get two paces, and he thrusts his spire deep into her. THAT’S MY SOL!!!” The females all laughed, more so at El, as her face flashed bright crimson. “I will miss that part of him most of all over the next few months.


El sighed, as she turned back to her food, she had a sudden foreboding feeling of being left alone for nine months. It wasn’t pleasant. “El, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”


Before she could answer, a low purr sounded beside her. He managed to walk up and sit down next to her, without her even noticing. Gingerly she laced her arms around Ver’On’s neck, crying hard into his neck. Ver’On purred deeper, gently stroking her exposed back. Vaz sighed, and put her cup of juice down. “Sympathetic hormones,” she sighed. “Happens to young females too. She’ll be fine Ver’On. Make her eat, then take her back and mate her soundly. She’ll give you plenty of offspring before long.”


The females all laughed, but Ver’on didn’t find it at all funny, in fact, he found it to be great advice. “Sounds good to me,” he whispered to El, as her cries turned to fits of restrained laughter, as she tried to compose herself.


“I’m sorry,” she sighed, thrusting her nose deeper to his scent. Even trhoguh the breathing device, she could still smell him, and she wanted more. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”


Ver’On turned closer to her ear, noting the other females were watching, and listening. “Let me take you away from here for a while. We won’t go far, and I’ll take care of you.”


“You promise?” she asked, her hands giving soft seductive caresses to his flesh beneath his dreads.


He purred even louder. “Promise.” He scooped her to his arms as she nodded, sliding her plate to Bell with his elbow, then marched her out of the hall, and to a small room not far from the dinning hall. Inside was a bed, not too big, but adequate. This was just one of many rooms like it on the ship. Private quarters for quick matings, when the urge proved too great to wait till the return to their living quarters. He laid her on the bed, purring down the valley between her breasts, using his mandibles to move the fabric aside, his tube like tongue sliding out, and latching deep to her nipple, before drawing her breast deep into his mouth. She moaned for more, and tugged gently on a dread. Ver’On quickly grabbed her hands, and forced her to keep them at her shoulders, remembering the last time she’d done that.


He repeated the same deep treatment to her other breast before removing the clip at her thy, and spreading the cloth to either side of her hips. He trilled long and loud at her, for underneath she wasn’t wearing anything, though he knew it was not by choice. She laughed gently as he purred into her still flat and toned belly, knowing his young was within. “Be still little one,” he said to her skin. “Father wants to play with your mother for a while.”


“Oh god,” she laughed, as he removed his hands to flip her legs over his shoulders. Gently his tongue lapped at her moistening folds, with each pass he tickled them to part for him. Her breath became quick, then in haggard gasps, as his tongue sought the treasures hidden by they layers of skin. Her taste was sweeter than the first time, perhaps because she was with child, he wasn’t sure.


Uni, once pregnant, refused to mate, or even be aroused by him, but she did insist on being held before he would go to a hunt. Before he could leave however, she died, and his grief stricken journey began. He was glad of it, in a way. He had a wonderful treasure in El, and now their family had grown to four, with M’Pa as second mate, and a new baby on the way. Somehow all seemed right.


El screamed delightfully as his tongue latched onto her tiny nub of nerves, sucking it deep into the middle of his muscled appendage. How he could do that she didn’t know, but if she asked, she didn’t want to know, only wished that he would always do it, always taunt her, always play with her, always…her body spasmed, her muscled clamping hard, trying to draw the teasing tongue deep into her. She screamed long and hard, begging Ver’On not to stop. He held onto her, as she rode the crest of her climax, and licked her released juices as she came down.


She was wonderful. Everything he could ever want in a mate. Slowly he rose above her body, his phallus, now released from the confines of his loin cloth and leather covers, bobbed between his legs, as though knowing where to go. He had to be careful, if he went too deep into his El, he would hurt her, and hurt their child, and that he would never do.


Gently he pressed the end of his spire into her, feeling her tense tissues relent to his advance. She arched her back, thrusting her hips more to him, trying to draw him deeper. He took her hips in his hands, and gently moved himself back and forth, gently within her body.


“OH GOD VER’ON!!” she screamed, “DON’T TEASE ME!!! PLEASE!!!”


“I can go no further, My’El, it will hurt the baby,” he grumbled, finding it difficult to form the words clear enough for her to understand.


“PLEASE!!!”


“No, El. The baby…”


“The babies will be fine. PLEASE!!!!! I’M BEGGING YOU!!!”


Ver’On stopped. Did she say babies? More than one? “What did you say?”


At once El realized her slip, and clamped her hands tight over her mouth, mumbling behind them, “Nothing. Just mate me!”


He rose off of her, her body twitching at his departure, her own groans of disappointment as he left her. “El, Tell me again, EXACTLY what you said.”


“The baby will be fine,” she said, hoping he’d think that she’d said it wrong in the first place. He shook his head, a low growl in his throat. Quickly he dove his head to her belly, turning his ear to her skin. “Ver’On…?” He hissed at her for silence, and got it.


Carefully he listened, moving gently over her belly, trying to hear passed the noises of digestion and hunger. He couldn’t tell, not yet anyway. “You lied to me El,” he said gently. “You said ‘babies’ didn’t you.”


“Oh Ver’On, I’m sorry. I can’t tell you the whole truth. Not yet.”


“Why?!” he growled, suddenly pouncing over her, his angrily twitching mandibles just inches from her face. “TELL ME NOW!!!”


“I want to, really I do. But I want to tell you with M’Pa.”


“WHY!?”


“Because you’ll need each other, if only to celebrate together. Please Ver’On. It’s nothing bad. I swear.”


“Your mother was with two offspring when she died. ARE YOU CARRYING TWO OF MY CHILDREN!”


“NO!” she scooted out from under him, tossing his loin cloth and leather cover to him. “Please Ver’On. It’s a surprise…”
“I HATE SURPRISES!”


“WELL YOU LOVE THIS ONE!!!” she shouted, sending him back at least a foot on the bed, from the ferocity of her voice. She found the clip on the floor, adjusted the cloth over her body, using a stored wash cloth and towel in the room to wipe herself off from his teasing. “Like it or not, Ver’On. I can’t go shopping for a present for you, so you’ll have to be patient. You’ll learn the whole truth, I promise. But only when I SEE M’PA!”


Ver’On clamored into his clothes, just in time, as El opened the door, and stormed out. Watching her go, he trilled deeply to himself. ‘By the elders of old…she’s beautiful when she’s pissed.’ Careful to maintain his dignified Elder status, he walked slowly form the room, but headed straight for El. She would tell him her secret. He would tease it from her if he had to.


Then he saw Tan’ock and Kal-esh, talking together near the entrance to the dinning hall. Tan’ock had his mask with him, and looked ready to go on a hunt. “Tan’ock!” he called and the male looked up, grunting in greeting. “I need to ask something of you.”


“Oh?”


“Permit me to borrow your mask, I need to scan El.”


Tan’ock crossed his arms. “I’m sorry Elder,” he said. “El told me you’d suspect her secret. She asked me not to loan you anything that would give you a chance to peak.”


“YOU KNOW!!!” he bellowed.


“No,” he chuckled. “She only asked me not to give you anything. Said something about revealing it later, when BOTH of you, and M’Pa were together.”


He growled, but nodded. He couldn’t very well ask him to go against his word, even if it was to his mate. Truly steamed now, he headed into the hall, there at the table of females, sat El…and M’Pa. He puffed his chest fully, he’d learn her secret now. They would all be together, and he would insist that she explain.






“…and the queen’s claws raked through my flesh!” M’Pa recited, as the females could not take their eyes off M’Pa’s new scars. “I could feel the blood pouring form my face, the other hunters battled her back, but I was lost. Dieing. But at least Ver’On was safe. My duty to El kept, her mate would return to her.”


The females all sighed, Vaz and Zon both panting as though they would pounce on his flesh at any moment. “EL!” Bell cried, seeing the Ooman return to their table. She was flushed, her skin was covered with a layer of perspiration. “You look better,” Bell continued, a slight chuckle.


M’Pa hid his face. El had not seen him yet, and was not sure if Ver’On had a chance to prepare her for the scars that now graced his face. “M’Pa, Ver’On didn’t say you were released from the med bay,” she greeted, threading her arms around his neck from behind.


“Easy El,” Vaz chided. “You’ve just mated, and you’re ready for your Kadji?”


“Second Mate, Vaz,” she replied proudly, and the females all gasped. M’Pa smiled, purring to her hands. Then he realized that she was trying to feel for his scars, and he took her hands in his. “Ver’On told me he would allow no other to be so, and I’d not want him to go off with just ANY female. Besides,” she leaned over, kissing his ear, being careful of his wounds around where his dreadlocks should have been, seductively praising him, she continued, “he’s got marvelous hands.” M’Pa purred, and trilled at her praises, and almost turned to her, but he didn’t. “M’Pa, turn around. Let me see you.”


“El, I can’t. You will think me ugly,” he sighed, turning his head from her persistent attempts to see his face.


“Well if I thought that when I first saw Ver’On, I’m afraid I would be dead, Ver’On would still be grief stricken, and YOU, would not have the honor of being part of the hunt that took down two of those Queen things. So come on, let me see you.”
“She has a point M’Pa.” The group turned to see Ver’On, standing behind El, M’Pa knowing he was there, just from the sound of his voice. “Show her your proud marks. They give you honor, and strength!”


“He’s right M’Pa,” Zon sighed. “It takes great strength to take down two queens. Show her. Let her decide. If she does think you’re ugly, I’ll have Sol agree to take you on as Kadji!”


The female’s laughed, as El grabbed M’Pa’s neck as though she’d drag him away if they so much as purred in his direction. M’Pa patted her arms, and she let him go a bit. “Ver’On,” he said, “Stand close to her, in case she is afraid.” ‘She is Ooman, after all.’


Ver’On stepped closer, and gently brought El to her own feet, and grunted for M’Pa to turn. Slowly he faced her, his features as still as possible. He could see her flinch, but only slightly, and only for a moment. Then slowly, she reached forward, gently tracing the path of the greatest scar. Her eyes went soft, as her other hand gently felt on his other cheek, she slid a finger over where his missing teeth would have been, then leaned down, and carefully kissed a path over each scar, then passionately to his inner mouth. She then stepped back. “I hope that bitch is dead,” she stated proudly, as though it was inconceivable that the creature that scared her second mate would live.


M’Pa smiled. “Yes,” he chuckled. “Her head has been cleaned, and placed in the clan trophy chamber. I’ll take you and Ver’On there to see it.” She smiled and kissed him again.


Ver’On purred to them, pleased that she’d accepted not only M’Pa’s new appearance, but his appointment to second mate. But he was growing ever more inpatient with her. “I’ve something to tell you,” she said at last, the tone of her voice betraying her disappointment of having to release her kiss to speak.


“Is it big?”


“Super Nova Big!” M’Pa tilted his head. He hadn’t understood her. “Exploding Sun BIG!” she repeated more simply. M’Pa trilled at her. “Ver’On, I hope I don’t spoil any big announcements for tonight, but I can’t wait any longer.”


“Nor can I, Our’El. Please, tell us!”


She turned back to M’Pa. “You were good as Kadji, please keep it up as our second mate…” she laughed, “I’m pregnant.”


M’Pa huffed, “Well I knew that already,” he stated. “I’d no doubt.”


“Well…” she sighed, barley able to keep a straight face, envisioning what the looks they would have would be, once they knew.
“EL PLEASE!!”


“As Ver’On has made us a family of three…” She took their hands and pressed them to her belly. “I shall make us a family of six.”


The females laughed, but cheered all the same at her bold statement of having more babies as quickly as possible. “Time El,” M’Pa said, Ver’On nodding in agreement. “Give it time. The offspring will come.”


El smiled, a devilishly pleased smile. “The THREE offspring…will arrive sooner than you think.” It took a few minutes to sink in, but the two males got the idea. Ver’On was the first to react, sort of. His eyes went wide, and his mandibles seemed to droop. She smiled.


M’Pa was next, massaging his hand to her belly as though trying to feel the babies inside. She smiled even more, nodding profusely. “El?” Vaz called, as Sirona dropped her eating utensil. “Are you carrying three offspring?” El nodded, but the look on Vaz’s face didn’t fill her with all that much joy. She didn’t get a chance to question her, as M’Pa pulled her into his arms, and headed out the door. Ver’On quickly grabbed El’s discarded plate, replenished the food with fresh, and then some, and caught up with M’Pa as he marched right into the same small room he and El had only just left.


No sooner had the door closed, then she found herself lying flat on the same bed, only this time, her dress was completely removed, and both males were purring loudly, right into her stomach. With what she and Ver’On had only just begun a few moments before, and the added sensations caused by both of them purring at her at the same time, it didn’t take long for her to climb the bulkheads, forget the walls.


She cried out, moaned, screamed, and grasped as many dreads that were left on M’Pa’s head as she dared without hurting him, and the same on Ver’On’s head. “PLEASE!!!!!” she screamed, “STOP!!!” At once the pair did, watching her body as she panted to catch her breath as her skin broke out in a film of sweet female perfumed sweat. Finally she was able to find her voice. “Please, don’t do that…not together…it feels too good.”


Slowly the pair rose above her, each latching onto a nipple with their tubular tongues. M’Pa was the first to be so bold. He quickly slid his hand between her legs, three fingers passed her folds, and two fingers into her, as deep as he dared. He got the response he desired. She thrashed her hips savagely against his hand, trying to drive him deeper, but he knew her tactics, and he kept his hand just that little bit far enough away, that she would have to work for her pleasure.


But she wouldn’t have to work too hard. Ver’On snaked his hand to her lower region as well, pressing two of his fingers into her, along side M’Pa’s. M’Pa clicked something to Ver’On, something her translator didn’t understand. Ver’On nodded against her breast, and the two began to move their fingers inside her, each one differently, one at a different speed, another at a different angle. She started screaming for more right away. First there was pressing, thrusting, turning, and vibrating. But she couldn’t tell which one it was that was doing what.


M’Pa slid his thumb over the tiny bud, gently stroking it in her madness at first, then savagely he pressed to it, pushing it this way and that. Finally she could take no more, and her body exploded to another orgasm. Both males thrust their fingers as far as they dared into her, delighting in the strength of her inner muscles. No wonder she was pregnant with three babies. Her muscles had demanded that Ver’On give her every drop of his seed.


As they lay there, waiting for her to calm down. Ver’On looked at M’Pa. The three little ones would not be alive today if it weren’t for his expert skills as Kadji. Then he had an idea. “M’Pa,” he purred, the young male looked up. “Take her. Seed her.”


“But she’s already pregnant…”


“Yes, but I want you to seed her anyway. So that no one can say that you did not.”


“Are you sure?” Ver’On nodded.


“M’Pa, please,” the two looked to El, as she tried to focus on them. “Be careful, but do it. Please.”


He looked at Ver’On, concern written across his scared face, as he slipped out of his leather coverings, and loin cloth. He was already erect. “It is called a breeders heat,” Ver’On stated. “Her hormones are out of control. She’ll go through many emotional swings. When she is angry, we must purr to her, the same if she is sad. But if she wishes to mate…”


“…then we must,” M’Pa purred with him.


“Exactly, but as she said, be careful. You must not go too deep. Or the babies…” he smiled as he licked lovingly on her breasts, “…the babies will be hurt.”


“Not to worry, I shall not harm them. But I will please Our’El.” Gently he slid his member into her, barley going halfway, then gently thrust at her, as her fluids slid around his massive intruding flesh.


El was beside herself with delight. She had her love, her mate, grasping, massaging, and suckling her breasts, while she had a male that she accepted, sliding in and out of her body. Her breath was quick, hell it was in gasps. She would hold Ver’On to her breast, allowing him to nurse like their babies would, then pluck him off to kiss him. Ver’On sat back around her, to watch as M’Pa mated her. His long thick shaft was no where near Ver’On’s size, but El didn’t seem to mind. Gently he rubbed his hand up and down her chest, but was amazed at what she did next.


With one hand, she reached down between his legs, lifting the leather cover, and sliding her hand beneath his loin cloth, gently massaging his engorged length. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head, had they done that, he would have missed what else she did. With her other hand, she reached down her own body, sliding her fingers over M’Pa’s exposed length, then she parted her own folds of flesh, exposing to M’Pa’s view, the tiny nub of her, that would send her over the edge of her sanity yet again. M’Pa purred, and tried to get as much of his body close to her as possible. With each inward stroke he made, she passed her fingers over the nub, rubbing it gently, then as he withdrew, she would squeeze the small ball of flesh.


It wasn’t long before Ver’On was grunting in her ear, thrusting his hips over her hand, spurred to further arousal by what he saw. Something like that rarely affected a male Yautja, but there was just something to be said about a female that made sure she would climax to conceive a child, or relieve built up hormonal pressures. And he wasn’t the only one affected. M’Pa purred loudly, almost growled at El as she pressed nimble fingers to her nether region. Then M’Pa could feel it, feel it building, feel it beginning. “EL!!!!” he warned.


She knew what was happening. Gently she leaned forward, aggressively wrapping her hand around the length of him that he dared not to thrust inside her body, and squeezed. Gentle at first, then increased the pressure, till he growled savagely, and she could feel his body’s hot liquid erupt into her. His roar shook the walls of the tiny room, his own arms showed stress, as they shook to try and restrain him from hurting her.


Then Ver’On began to grunt more, suddenly he grasped her hand around his phallus, squeezing her hand tighter against him, he roared; roared like he’d been told a horrible truth. Quickly she pulled him free of his loin cloth, just in time for his seed to spray from the end of him, all over El’s breasts, chest and belly. As the two males calmed, El began to laugh. Ver’On looked at her, then to M’Pa, who was still half embedded in her body. “El,” M’Pa panted. “What…is so…funny?”


She smiled, as she turned mischievous green eyes to each of them. “Can I tell you a secret?” she asked.


“There can be no secrets between mates El,” Ver’On stated. “Tell us.”


She took several breaths, gently moving her hips on M’Pa’s softening flesh. “I had wished, that one day, I would mate with the two of you, not at gathering, but else where, and…that we enjoyed ourselves.”


“Was this before I was Kadji?” M’Pa asked, having her release her hand, and slipping from her body.


“Yes. Actually it was.”


“When?” Ver’On asked.


“When M’Pa carried me from the sparing room that day. When we were in the lift, Lee’tha and Vaz were whispering with Zon, how cute I looked in his arms. I thought at first that it was silly, but as I thought more during the long ride on the lift, I wished that one day, this kind Yautja and my mate would get along. Then when you made him Kadji, I forgot all about it…till now.”


“you already knew what you wanted,” M’Pa whispered, as he drew close to her lips, “you just didn’t now how to get it.”


“Ver’On, was I wicked for thinking that way?”


“No, Our’El, it would have been wicked for you, had you acted on those desires, without the proper titles being appointed first. For now, let us lie here. Rest. You have food to eat, we have energy to rebuild. M’Pa is truly your second mate now. May his seed provide your body with nutrients, may your body absorb as much as it can.”


She sighed contently to his chest, as M’Pa fully withdrew from her body, laying down next to them, the plate of food between them. “I so wanted to have your baby Ver’On,” she sighed. “I REALLY gotta be careful what I wish for.”


The two males chuckled as M’Pa held a piece of Zaka to her lips, dripping with juice, after he’d ripped it apart. Carefully she took the fruit from his hand, licking sweet juices from his fingers, turning heated lust filled eyes to the scared male beside her. He purred, she would not be relaxed for long, and she’d be all over them again.