River Rapids

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Authors Notes: This is a work of Fan fiction. please read on and enjoy.



WARNING: The following work of fiction contains, extream violence, course language (at times), sexual sudgestions, nudety, and explicit sex. If you are under 18 (or whatever age is appropriate for your location), HIT YOUR BACK BROWSER BUTTON NOW. If you find explicit sex offensive, please don't offend yourself by reading further.



Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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River Rapids

Book 2


Chapter 5



The Grand Elder just stood over M’Pa, looking at him, scrutinizing his build, and his size from where he knelt. If he was any kind of Yautja, M’Pa would be able to attack the Elder, in a single breath, faster than he could move from the spot he stood. He grumbled low, as he crossed his arms. “The reliever is over there, if you must go,” he stated.


M’Pa looked up, but no further than the rippled abs of the elder, any higher without permission, would have been insulting. “Grand Elder?”


“The last time I had a young male like you brought before me to discuss something, he was so nervous, he soiled himself like an infant not yet out of his soiling cloth,” he laughed.


M’Pa gave a slight chuckle. “Yes, I see. I…ah…”


“Go on,” the Grand Elder laughed, and watched the young male bow his head, and quickly rush to the room. A few moments later he came out, head low in respect. How could he explain that he used the Grand Elder’s lav, and not sound like a baby? “Feel better?”


“Yes, Grand Elder. Much,” and M’Pa took a deep breath, that’s when he smelled El. SHE WAS IN THE ROOM! “El!”


“Yes. Your mate is here. She was touring the levels on a lift when I returned from my walk this sleep cycle. She nearly fainted. I insisted that she rest here, and sent for you. She’d cried herself to sleep just before you arrived.”


“Where is she? I must check on her.”


“In the resting bowl,” he said, and pointed to the front of the room.


M’Pa rushed over and knelt along the rim, gently touching El’s cheek. She moved at once, and turned to him. “M’Pa?” she cried.


“Hush, My’El. You’re safe.”


“I feel so lost…”


“You’re on the ship, in the quarters of the – ”


“Not that. In here,” she pressed her hand over her heart. “God I’m so scared.”


M’Pa slid to the other side of the bowl, gently pulling her to his lap. “It’s alright El, you’re safe. The Grand Elder would never hurt you.”


“That is not what she means,” the Elder sighed. El looked over to him, but still said nothing. “Tell him child. Tell him what is in your heart.”


“El?”


“I’m scared. I don’t know what to do.”


“I’ll help you…”


“SILENCE!” the Elder snapped. “Let her speak. Listen…do not try to solve a problem you do not know the whole of.” M’Pa nodded.


“I’m scared, I don’t know if I can do this.” She slid her hand over his, moving his lower over her babies. “There’s three in here, and try as I might, I haven’t found any baby bottles on this ship. I can’t breast feed three babies, I only have two breasts. What am I supposed to do?”


M’Pa sighed, purring gently. “That is why there are nursers. They will help you. Ver’On and I have already arranged for three to come in and sit with you and our babies, after their birth. They will help you understand what to do. How to care for them, how to hold them, cleans them, especially feed them. They will also help in the feeding. Did Ver’On not tell you this before he left?”


El shook her head no. “I fell asleep.”


M’Pa nodded. “We did not want to over stress you with so much going on so close to the birth. We were obviously wrong. Please for give us.” She nodded, and thread her arms around his neck, her small cry her forgiveness. “Is that all that is bothering you?”


“No.”


“Tell me, tell me everything. Don’t worry about crying, I’ll be here. Look,” he flexed both his arms, his chest bulging in the process, “I am a big Yautja, I can handle it.”


She laughed. She did the same thing to Lee’tha to gain her trust. Did Ver’On tell him about that? She’d have to ask. “Its, this place. This solar system. M’Pa, my family is on that planet. Until last year, I didn’t know anything else. I may never see it again in my life time.”


“You want to go back, don’t you?”


“Yes,” she cried. “I’m sorry. I’m trying to be strong, I’m trying to break away from it, but I can’t. I have to go back. Please, please M’Pa, please take me back? Just for a little while?”


“Of course My’El, of course. Don’t cry. It’s alright.” Gently he rocked her in his arms, letting her cry as much as she wanted. Almost an hour later, she sighed deeply, her tears still flowing, but she was asleep once more.


M’Pa laid her down, replacing the cover the Elder had provided, and followed the elder to the sitting area, watching as he dimmed the lights above the resting bowl, bathing El in the soft glow of starlight, stars of her home system watching over her in her dreams. M’Pa sat heavily at the Elder’s insistence, as the elder sat next to him on the sofa. “I wondered when she would realize she wanted to go back.”


“The journey will not be easy. She is due any time.”


“Sa’ton has been observing her. He says she has many more days. Only one suckling has turned. He does not expect any labor to begin till they are all turned.”


“She is Ooman remember, she may react differently,” the Elder said, pressing a button, hidden under the armrest. A few moments later, an older female Yautja came out of one of the rooms. M’Pa nodded to her. “I believe you already know my companion?” the Elder stated.


“Yes. Greetings, Na’tal. Ver’On and I have not seen much of you since we arrived. We feared what had become of you.”


Na’tal took a haggard breath. “I have been invited to remain in the Grand Elder’s company till we reach home world. There we shall both retire to our family homes.” She then turned to the Elder.


“Some water if you please?”


“Of course.” And she was off.


“She serves you?” M’Pa asked.


“She is here at my request.” He then leaned closer to M’Pa. “She’s dieing, and does not wish the rest of the clan to see her weak. Nor does she want Ver’On to be upset with her demise. So bringing her here, gives her an honorable status, and total privacy, not a luxury afforded to all females as you can tell.”


“Of course. I’ll say no more.” M’Pa took his offered drink, after the Elder took his, then watched as Na’tal went over and sat above the resting bowl, watching the sleeping mother within. “Elder, there is something I’d like to ask you. But I’m not quite sure how to put it.”


“Speak you mind.”


“Well…it’s about El. Something strange happened to her after the family returned from the hunt. She sensed danger, long before it presented itself. Had you ever heard of that happening?”


The Elder sat back. “Yes, many times. Even among the Oomans I had observe such behavior. Why?”


“I was just curious. Is there someone she may go to, to help her hone this ability?”


“Not that I know of. What instances I’d heard of, were long after the Yautja had died. And what Oomans I had witnessed, seemed to be self taught, others of their kind shunning them.”


“What should we do?”


“Let her develop the ability in her own time, if she can. She’s still young enough to train her mind to control it. If not, it will fade.”


“Will the trait be passed to her young?”


“It depends if the father has the ability as well. To my knowledge, neither you nor Ver’On have it.”


“So she will loose the ability to sense danger?”


“Maybe, maybe not. Until now I’ve never directly encountered someone who would sit and talk about it. The only advice I can give you in this matter, is be there with her, give her your strength when she needs it. Convey this to Ver’On, I doubt that he and I will speak directly.”


“Elder?”


The Elder looked over to the resting bowl, Na’tal gently stroking the Ooman’s hair over her head. “Do you make her feel as loved as you feel for her?”


“We try, but she fears for her younglings. And her moods have been so unpredictable, it is hard to keep her calm.”


“There is a way.” M’Pa raised his brow, his mandibles twitching with curiosity. “Let her please you, as she feels she can. Then, please her in the same way.”


“How?”


“Let her tell you that, if necessary, let her show you.” He grunted as he heard the Ooman’s gentle sobs. “Go now, take your mate back to your room. Let her use your legs as her pillow. She may find that more comfortable.”


“As you order Elder.”


“No…it is only a suggestion. I no sooner order you, than I do anyone else on board this ship, outside of the guards at my door. I’m too old for that.”


“Yes, Elder,” M’Pa sighed happily. “As you…suggest.” M’Pa went to El, standing in the bottom of the resting bowl, gently taking her into his arms the way she’d be most at ease. He then headed to the door, but stopped, before the door chime could announce to the outside guards that the door needed opening. “Elder?”


“Yes?”


“Is it true, you are nearly four thousand years old?”


The Elder laughed openly. “No. Closer to five…I think. I lost track after three to be quite honest. Off you go.” M’Pa bowed, turned, and took another step. By the time he was bringing his other leg forward for the next step, the doors were opened, and M’Pa was able to stride out to the waiting lift, without pause.


Na’tal watched the doors close, then turned back to the Elder, though the image of the tall muscular male was gone, as his true image, a thin, scar beaten, body bent male, met her eyes. “You know you shouldn’t do that,” she sighed, sitting next to the old male.


“I know,” his voice wavered, sounding distant and weary. “But no Yautja outside my direct family will ever see me as I am now. You, my daughter,” and he stroked her cheek, “must see to my body’s disposal. Make sure they all see me as I was. Not as I am.”


Na’tal stroked his cheek in return.


No one knew that the ancient Elder was her father. Her mother was sent to the Elder to be punished for an offence she didn’t commit. The Elder knew of her innocence, and kept her with him, protecting her while he exposed the true culprit. In her gratitude of hugging the elder, she inadvertently triggered the Elder’s desire. Powerful, but brief, and often draining, the moments of sexual longing raged strong in the old body, and Na’tal’s mother gladly allowed the Elder to take her.


Soon after the true bad blood had been exposed, Na’tal’s mother was returned to the clan, and was quickly mated to the male she’d been hoping to bond with. When Na’tal was born, only the Elder knew for sure that she was his true daughter. Keeping the information a secret all these years was not easy.


All the Grand Elders direct family were dead, Na’tal soon to join them. But she had enough strength to carry out one last task.


“Come. We shall rest. Tomorrow, I will teach you again, how to project an image to the minds of those around you.”


Na’tal nodded, and helped him stand. “Do you really think that El will not pass our trait, as well as her own, onto her children?”


“She will not. The ability is far too weak in Ver’On, and El…well, I sense she has some idea of what she can do, but she has no control. It is too weak. What M’Pa said about her sensing the danger of the impending emergence of the Z'skvy-de, in a way was true. But she didn’t sense it…I did. I merely sought her out and made her feel what I knew. She did the rest. As to her young…I doubt the jean is active, now, or ever. I do sense, however…her babies will be of great honor to our family.”


“Will you tell them this?”


“No. Let them be. I’ve learned long ago, not to meddle in the natural progression of things. Let them learn of their sucklings’ value, as true parents should. In time, and on their own.”






M’Pa carefully pulled the dress from his mate, laying her flat to the bed, her head resting in his lap. She was still awake, for a while at least. Her eyes puffy and pink from her tears. “I will contact Ver’On tomorrow,” he said. “I will make arrangements to take a small shuttle to the planet, and rendezvous with the cruiser. Together, we will help you.”


“Thank you M’Pa,” she sighed, and turned her head to his groin to sleep, her only comfortable position. M’Pa sighed happily. He could see the tension lesson from her body. Gently he rubbed her special skin creams into her stomach, making sure he applied the creams liberally to the places she thought would be most susceptible to the marks she hoped to avoid.


“M’Pa?” she called quietly, as though no to disturb her now resting babies.


“Yes?”


“How come, when Ver’On is here, he would like nothing more than to mate with me, but you don’t? Do I look ugly to you now?”


“No My’El, no. You are not ugly at all. I’m…just not sure. Remember, until you, I have only ever mated and left. I’ve never been with a female through it all, like I have with you. I’m not sure what to do to please you.”


“I don’t want you to please me,” she sighed. “I just want to make you happy. I see how you hide from time to time, embarrassed because you’re aroused with me, but know you can’t have me like before.”


“You’d seen me like that?” She nodded. “Please, don’t tell anyone. I’d never live it down.”


“M’Pa,” she giggled, as she pulled the clasp on his loin cloth away. He quickly grabbed at the lose material, but El patted his hand until he removed it. Then she slowly pulled the fabric away, revealing his nude form to her. His phallus lay to one side, already hard, twitching for attention. She smiled. “You can never hide from your mate.”


M’Pa groaned, “I’m sorry.”


“Don’t be. Tell me, what is it about me right now, that has you at such a ready state?”


“El…”


“Come on, tell me. I really want to know.”


He looked down at her, as she rested her head on his thy, her face just inches away from his male flesh. Ver’On had told him of what she did for him, with her hands, her lips, her tongue, M’Pa had her do it to him once, but he didn’t let her finish, and had been reluctant to try again. It seemed too much like gratifying one’s self, which was taboo. “El…” She just moved closer to him, his flesh suddenly jumping at her approach. “Don’t please.”


“I will, if you don’t tell me.”


“Alright!” he growled, but when he tried to move, she dug her small fingernails into the tender flesh around the base of his member, her only weapon right now, her only way to tell him to stay. Growling in a lover’s defeat, he rested back on his arms. Then he thought, ‘Two can play that game,’ and thread his arm around her right leg, against the mattress, and rested his fingers between her legs. He clicked his mandibles happily, as her eyes went wide with surprise, and a smile graced her lips.


He’d forgotten to explain anything, as she gently wrapped her hand around his shaft, and stroked him just once. He purred at the sensation, fighting to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head. Ok, she made the second attack, time to counter, and he slowly circled his fingers around her outer flesh. She giggled, but sighed contently after, lifting her left leg to give him better access. She couldn’t see what he was doing, her babies were in the way, but she felt what he did, felt it more now, sense she’d not been touched by her mates this way in some time.


She remembered the horrible arguments that her mother and father had in their room, over sex while she was pregnant. Sometimes, her mother would give in, and she’d be crying in pain the next day. El was afraid that the same thing would happen to her, so she thought of any number of things to tell Ver’On and M’Pa to protect her babies…and herself.


As she held M’Pa, literally in the palm of her hands, she wondered if such deception was the right thing to do. M’Pa was good with his hands, his duties as their Kadji were attest to that. She missed how he made her feel.


Slowly he circled the moistening flesh, breathing deeply her sweet scent. Oh how he missed that. As his mate gently stroked his eager flesh, once in a while she would slip her tongue over the tip of him, gaining a delighted shudder from his body. To retaliate, he slipped just the tip of his finger into her opening, careful of his talon, and not to go too hard, too fast, or too deep.


“Oh yeah,” she whispered, her breath quick. “I missed that. Do it again.” Gladly he did, only this time, he added a second finger, and gently pressed a little further. “AAHH!!!”


“Did that hurt?”


“No. But don’t use any more fingers than that, ok?”


“Ok.”


Carefully he parted the folds of her glistening area, finding the tiny bud of nerves. Slowly he rolled it between his fingers, gaining her full attention. Then, as she would quickly lick him, so he licked her, holding the tiny bud out, as his pebbled tongue slid over its sensitive surface. Her legs shook with restrained excitement. He knew she wanted to thrash about, thrust her hips to his face as she’d done before, but, there were her babies to think about.
“Perhaps we should stop?” he asked, but her response was not what he’d expected. To ensure he remained ready, or at least interested, she totally engulfed his member with her mouth. Though not as thick as Ver’On, she was very pleased that she could do it, and M’Pa’s lustful gasp, and growls of delight, were more than enough to encourage her to continue.


He was long though, maybe longer than Ver’On, but still she was willing to do all she could to please him. She swirled her tongue around his tip, before sliding his member deeper into her mouth. She felt his fingers spread inside her, and she moaned delightfully against him. His labored breathing the only thing moving him, as he forced his body not to thrust all of him into his mate’s mouth. “EEELLL!!!!!!” but his cry was to late, she felt his member twitch, and could tell it had grown thicker. Quickly she pulled back, his phallus slipping from her lips with an audible ‘pop’, as his seed exploded from his body, all over her lovely face. His roar was joined by her laughter, as she used his loin cloth to wipe her face. Once he calmed, he looked at her, smiling at him, as she lightly stroked her fingers along his twitching, rapidly depleting, length. “How do you do that?” he asked, nearly breathless.


“I used to talk to a lot of the wrong girls when I was younger,” she smiled. “Did you like it?”


“YYYEEESSS!” he growled, and dove his face to her sexual center, threading his tongue into her body, not wanting to waste another bit of her delightful scent, nor her sweet taste.


She screamed in surprise, trying everything NOT to grasp the small appendage that rest between his legs. Instead she reached between his legs, and squeezed his left butt cheek. His surprised growl of longing ebbed deep into her body. She loved the feel of him when he did this, slipping all of his extra long slick tongue into her, making love to her with his mouth.


Then she remembered what Lee’tha had warned her about. She couldn’t climax, she could trigger labor if it was strong enough. “M’Pa, stop,” she gasped, but he didn’t, instead, he pinched her tiny nub, and purred. “M’PA!!!! STOP!!!!! THE BABIES!!!!!”


His eyes snapped open, and he quickly withdrew from her, spreading concerned hands over her body. “What is it? Are they hurting you?”


El lay there for a moment, catching her breath. “No,” she sighed at last. “It’s just, I can’t release… like I would love to do.”


“Why not?”


“Lee’tha said that if I did, I could throw myself into labor. Sa’ton said the babies need another few weeks of my time. So I have to wait. Just a little longer.”


M’Pa gently felt along her cheek. Ver’On was right. She was – is – a treasure. Pushing passed her own fears, to satiate her mates, giving them of herself what she could. How could he deny her anything of himself after this? Simple truth was, he couldn’t, and wouldn’t from here on out.


“Rest, My’El,” he said, nuzzling close to her neck, inhaling her scent, and the scent of his own release on her skin. “I’ll get a cloth and some water, I’ll cleanse you carefully.”


“You know what I would like more?”


“What?”


“For you to hold me, in the tub again. Would you do that?”


M’Pa leaned down to her again, tickling her cheek with his mandible teeth. “Always My’El, always.”