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 50



‘God, HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?’ she cursed herself. Thankfully the Yautja common washrooms were much like the common ones on earth. Only bigger. There were a number of sinks, several stalls, and of course, the johnny on the spot, which was where she now sat. ‘First, you’re hungry, that’s ok! But can’t you stop eating just for one minute!’ She must have eaten enough to feed seven people already. Though the portions were small, as M’Pa had commented, they were normal human sized portions. Just more of them. And the more she ate things that she liked, the more her stomach growled, and she ate more. ‘What they must think of me,’ she sighed, hiding her face in her hands. Thank goodness the door was closed to her stall, for she could listen to what was going on in the lav, and she could slip back out un-noticed. But while she sat, several other females walked in, one complaining about M’Pa’s new position.


“…If the Ooman is not enough for you, M’Pa,” she trilled, almost like laughing she was sure. “You know where to find me.”


“Honestly Kala, do you really think he’d leave his new position?” asked another female.


“One can only hope. Did you hear about her? She’s actually pregnant!”


“I heard,” El recognized Sirona’s voice very easily. “My siblings and our children will no longer be the only mixed blood Yautja here. I’m glad.”


“Well she’s bound for trouble,” said another female. El made sure her feet were covered with her dress, she didn’t want to be discovered, mainly because she was too embarrassed about how much she’d been eating. “She’s supposed to be having three. Can you imagine?”


“From what father says,” Sirona called, from the lav stall, right next to El’s, “Oomans can carry more than that.”


“WHAT!?”


There was the equivalent of the john flushing, and the door slamming back on its hinges as Sirona rejoined the ladies. “It’s true. Father was told by my mother, that she was one of four by her mother, all carried together.”


“I pity that poor Ooman,” laughed one of the females.


“Come on, I want to get back to that male.”


“Sirona! Your sister already mated him!”


“Yes, I know. Bell told me he’s not satisfied yet. She asked me to help him.”


“Give him to the Ooman!” said the mocking female. El’s back went straight. Think of her as a common trulup? She didn’t think so! “From what I hear from the gathering ground attendees, she mated like she were a Yautja in heat…and nearly died of it.”


“I wouldn’t let M’Pa or Ver’On hear you say that. They’ll put you in your place right quick.”


“Oh please. Those two? My two youngest males are older than they are. Elder Ver’On…please. He’s only Elder because the rest of his family that left, don’t want anything to do with him!”


“No wonder your mate is seeking a second,” Sirona sighed. “YOU’RE SUCH A BITCH!”


El could hear three sets of footstep leave, but knew there were more than that in the room. “I’ll show her,” the mocking one stated. “My mate seeks a second, because I won’t let him mate with me. His punishment for insulting me…what about you, Vaz? You’ve been awful quiet? What prey snatched your tongue?”


“I think it is great that Ver’On is happy. You should have seen them on that ship. Their first Kadji, Sol, was very protective of El, but he must not have felt he could handle the Ooman. They quickly released him to Zon. Now they are bonded and she’s having a baby, just as I, and just as El. I’m very happy for her.”


El felt her heart lighten by what Vaz said, but it quickly dropped by what followed. “If you ask me,” the mocking one said, splashing water, El assumed it was over her hands, “I think she should find a way to kill two of those little whelps before they get too big. She’ll never survive. She’ll barely survive one. What makes her think she’ll survive three.”


El’s breath was quick, but she kept as quiet as possible. The females left, the shooshing of the main door closing as they went. El finished her business, then stepped out of the stall.


“EL!” Vaz was still at the sinks. El slowly walked to the sink, her temper barely restrained behind her rage filled eyes. She carefully washed her hands, hoping that the cool water would ease her anger. But it didn’t help. “You heard everything?”


“Who is she Vaz?” she asked.


“El…”


“WHO!!!?” Vaz hopped up on the counter from the ferocity of her voice, quite a feat for such a tiny Ooman, and not so easy a thing for Vaz to do, with her baby and all.


“Her name is…” Vaz gasped, “…is Dar’ca. She’s…” but she never got to finish, as El flew out of the lav.


Outside, M’Pa was waiting, bidding farewell to some males he was chatting with to join El. Right away he didn’t like the look on her face. “El? What’s wrong?”


“I have a problem. Where do I find Dar’ca?”


He could tell not to tempt her, her voice was tinged with screams of rage that she dared not to let go just yet, least of all at the wrong target, like him. “She just went back into the hall. Why?”


“Dar’ca is my problem.” M’Pa followed quickly, but got separated from her as several males and females pushed out of the room to find a quiet place. When El realized he wasn’t with her, she looked to one of the female servers. “Where can I find Dar’ca?” she asked urgently.


The server bowed her head to her, then pointed to a group of females. “She is the one in the thick black, Elder’s mate,” the server stated gently.


“Thank you. You might want to back out of here. You could get hurt.” The server chattered at her, a mild chuckle that she’d heard a couple children make when they played. El flexed her hands. The female had her back to her as she approached. Bad move. Quickly El grabbed the dreads at the back of her head, and slung her to the floor with all the force she could muster. Catching her off guard was a plus, but she wasn’t finished yet.


Then M’Pa ran between them, as Dar’ca roared and rose off the floor. “CALM DOWN!! BOTH OF YOU!” M’Pa shouted. From the corner of his eye, he saw Ver’On making his way over, perhaps the two of them could calm El down. He’d never had to deal with her when she was this angry. “El, what has gotten into you!?”


“THE NEXT TIME YOU GO SNIKERING ABOUT SOMEONE, DAR’CA, MAKE SURE THEY AREN’T IN THE FUCKING STALL BEHIND YOU!!!”


Dar’ca’s mandibles flared, as she hissed back at the female Ooman, she then turned her attention to a pregnant female at the edge of the crowd. Vaz was standing there, with several guards holding back the crowd. Dar’ca spat at her, an undignified thing for a female to do, but there was no other way that El could have learned her name, accept from the one female who hadn’t left the lav yet.


“My’El,” Ver’On eased, carefully threading his arms around her waist. If anything, he’d have a good hold on her to keep her from fighting. “What is wrong?”


“ASK HER!!!” She tried to push Ver’On’s arms away, but he held them firm across her body. “TELL HIM DAR’CA!!! TELL HIM WHAT YOU TOLD VAZ IN THE LAV JUST NOW!!! OR DO I TELL HIM!!!”


“YOU KNOW NOTHING Ooman!!!” Dar’ca barked.


“Yes she does!” Vaz shouted. “Ver’On, what El will tell you is true! I was there!”


“El? What has Dar’ca done, or rather said, that has you so riled up?” His voice was calm and soothing, usually it was what brought her back around. But not this time.


“She suggested that I be shared among the males that are unsatisfied by the females gathered here tonight, like a whore!” She could feel Ver’On growl deep in his chest, and M’Pa turned back to Dar’ca, his own look of distain on his face. But that wasn’t all. “She also said that I should kill two of my babies.” It seemed as though the whole room was slapped into silence.


Ver’On gently let El go, but held her shoulder to move her back behind him. “Is that true?” he asked of the female. El could see Vaz nodding, but Ver’On was looking at Dar’ca.


“She will not survive the pregnancy with three. She’ll barely survive one. What I said makes perfect sense. Why risk the mother on three that may not live, and kill her too, when you can keep one, and both will survive.”


“THOSE ARE MY OFFSPRING!!!!!” His roar nearly cracked the metal off the walls and ceiling. El had never seen him so angry. Not sense their fight on the cliff, where they’d first met. M’Pa was also dangerously hissing at her.


Then three of the Elders from the table stepped in front of her. “She will be punished,” one assured them, grabbing the female by both her arms, ensuring she would not be able to get away, and handed her to a guard. “The last we want right now, is a fight with your Ooman. She is delicate, even when not pregnant…”


“I wouldn’t say that,” M’Pa chided, growling at the guard that held the female.


“…Still,” the elder went on. “This argument is over. El, she will apologize to you, and you may demand what ever punishment you wish to be given her.”


“I WILL NOT APOLOGISE!!!”


The male back handed her. “I AM YOUR MATE!!!” he bellowed, “and your Elder!! YOU WILL ABIDE BY MY DECISION!!!”


Dar’ca’s head nodded, though El could tell it was more out of compliance to keep her mate from hitting her again, than it was from actual remorse. “I apologize, for my statement,” she said.


“NOT ACCEPTABLE!!!” Ver’On growled, reaching for the blade that hung on his hip.


El put her hand to his, preventing him form drawing it. He nodded to her. This was a punishment for the female that she would have to choose. But he could always add a stipulation, or extra duties. “I don’t know enough about your legal structure, nor your idea of appropriate punishment. So I will say this…she is not to have a child, EVER again…and my eyes will never look upon her for as long as I reside on this ship. IF she can apologize to me, with TRUE remorse in her heart, then, AND ONLY THEN, I will consider lifting this ban.”


Ver’On looked down at his little treasure. El had no idea the kind of life she’d just sentenced Dar’ca too. Dar’ca, from what Ver’On had learned in the meetings with the Elders, was a highborn. Her father was a grand Elder, highly honored, and her mother was an extremely respected female. Dar’ca had only three children, and she was still quite young by Yautja standards. The normal family size for a breeding female over her life time, would almost include one hundred offspring, maybe a few more. For El to ban Dar’ca from having children ever, that…was a death sentenced.


“And if she is pregnant now?” her mate asked.


“From what I had over heard of her boasting in the lav, Elder, she has not mated with you in some time. I doubt that she is expecting ANY time soon.”


The Elder nodded. “Is this acceptable to you, Elder Ver’On?”


Ver’On turned to M’Pa, who nodded, also in shock of the punishment El handed down. “Almost,” Ver’On stated. “The punishment I will not dispute. But this trash will not remain on this level, and is further banned from any level, above fifteen.”


“NO!!!” Dar’ca screeched. Levels fifteen and below were for storage, engineering, tool rooms, areas to store construction materials, the workshops, animal pens, water tanks and filtration systems, and of course the servants’ quarters, which often just consisted of a cot laid out in a hall. “THAT would be acceptable to me.”


The Elder nodded, and turned to the guards. “Take her below. See to it that Sa’ton is informed of her punishment, he’ll know what to do. She takes no comforts with her, there isn’t room down there for it. Find the head of the servers, have him put her to work.” The guard grunted, and pulled the screaming female away.


The Elder bowed to Ver’On, M’Pa and El, then turned and rejoined the rest of the elders at the head table. Ver’On and M’Pa turned to El, as her breath came in fast gasps. Each began to purr at her, as her hands refused to stop shaking. “It’s alright El,” M’Pa eased, helping the Ooman back to their table. “She won’t ever bother you again.”


She put her hands to both their cheeks, bringing their eyes to meet hers. She smiled. “Fuck these mood swings are a bitch!”


Ver’On growled at M’Pa. He raised his hands. “I didn’t say a thing!”






Vaz watched the guard pull Dar’ca away, the female’s eyes glaring straight through her. Dar’ca wasn’t happy, but it wasn’t just because of her sentence. They both knew, had El seen Vaz nod in agreement to Dar’ca’s statement, she too would be facing punishment. Vaz slid her hand over her stomach, she had to do something, before Dar’ca said anything.


After their brief excitement, the dinner finally turned more formal. Family by family, they were introduced to the new Elder and his mates. Thankfully though, only the high honored class and their immediate families. Some of them already leading a Hur family member, as either a direct mate, of whatever number, or a mate to one of their other offspring. If it had been all the families of the ship, El was sure, they’d be there for over a year.


Next came the classes of children, only being brought forward to bow to the elders, then ushered off to bed. El noticed Reo in the unblood basic training group, standing nearly three feet over the heads of the other youngsters. He did not look happy. She noted to herself that she’d already had two enemies on the ship. She’d have to be careful.


Next came the unbloods, who were ready for their first training hunt. As Ver’On and M’Pa inspected the young warriors carefully, he noted how some of them lacked the skill to carry their weapons correctly, many of the unbloods balking at his sudden barks at them, and dropping their ceremonial staffs. He’d have to whip them into shape but quick. “Wait with the guards against the wall,” he ordered, and the unbloods bowed and went where they were told.


“You thinking what I’m thinking?” M’Pa asked him as they returned to the table.


Ver’On only grumbled, but it was El who answered. “Those kids are gonna get killed. Ver’On, M’Pa, you’ve got to help them.”


“Not to worry My’El,” Ver’On purred, tapping his tusks against her brow. She missed that. “We know exactly what to do.”


Next came the blooded hunters, beginning with the most experienced leading down to the newly blooded. They paraded passed the table, grunting to the Elder and his mated in greeting, some even pausing to flex their physique to the Elder to impress him, while others paused momentarily to demonstrate their skill with a weapon they carried.


M’Pa nodded his approval. Some of the younger ones had potential, while the older ones would prove good companions on a hunt. He made a mental note of which ones he’d approach in that regard.


Then there were the females, led by the most senior Elder’s mate, leading down by their station as befitting their Mate’s position in the clan. At this point one female paused, a young one, and bowed to the Elders, but didn’t rise till she was addressed. “Come forward,” Ver’On said, and she did.


“Elder Ver’On. I don’t think you remember me…” she began.


“I remember you,” Ver’On sighed. “You’re the female that mated with M’Pa at the gathering, while he was still our Kadji.”


“Yes, my name is Noria. Elder Mate El, may I address your second mate?”


“Of course, but please, call me El.”


The young female smiled, and stepped aside to address M’Pa directly. “Hello M’Pa. I’m glad that you survived the hunt, and your scars bring you great honor, I look forward to hearing about them.” M’Pa nodded, but he knew that wasn’t why she’d come over. “We did mate on the gathering grounds. I wanted to thank you, but also to tell you, I’m not pregnant by you. I’m very sorry.”


M’Pa nodded, but his sigh was that of disappointment. El squeezed his hand beneath the table. “Thank you for telling me,” he replied. “You may go.” The female bowed to them, and returned to the ranks, as the females of the ship continued to file passed, the ones now in their early teens, where these were directed out the door, to be retired to bed.


El leaned closer to him, scenting along his neck. She couldn’t smell much passed the nose breather she wore, but what she did smell made her feel sad. “Touch me,” she whispered, and his hand gently went over her stomach. “They need you. Don’t ever forget that.” He purred to her, and gently kneaded her firm flesh through her dress.


“And you shall have me,” he whispered back, with a mild chuckle to his voice. They then turned their attention to the floor again, as Tan’ock and Kal-esh stepped to the front of the gathering.


“Elders,” Tan’ock began. “I wish to make a request.”


“Proceed,” stated the oldest of the Elders.


“I wish to be permitted to journey to the blue planet, for a personal hunt. Kal-esh here wishes to join me.” Where Kal-esh and Tan’ock were relatively the same age, it was protocol that the oldest of the group addressing the Elders be the one to speak. That meant Tan’ock, even though he was older by only five months.


“Before you render your decision,” Ver’On stated. “Might I make a request?”


“Very well.”


“I know why these two wish to return to the blue planet, and I have no quarrel with that. I do however would like for you to consider taking this ship to that solar system. We can use the bulk of the larger gas giant to hide the ship from the technology of the Oomans, while Tan’ock and Kal-esh complete their mission. As well as the unbloods may begin their first Ooman hunt, and the unbloods who are ready to undergo their blood trials. I myself require to go to he blue planet, there is a promise that I made to My’El, that I must fulfill.” El looked at him strangely. What the heck kind of promise was he talking about?


“It seems quite reasonable,” the elder surmised. “May I address your mate?” Ver’On nodded. “El, what are the capabilities of your people and space travel?”


“Nearly nonexistent,” she scoffed. “The only places they go, are into orbit. No one goes to the moon anymore, like its old news. But they did have unmanned rovers land on Mars, they send back information at an alarming rate, but it takes weeks to get there.”


“Would they have the capability to see our ships?”


“If their telescopes were aimed in the right direction, absolutely. But understand, there are a limited number of those, and they can barely cover two percent of the sky. And there’s a lot of sky around Earth to look into.” She then had an idea. “Do you have an image of my solar system on hand?” The elder nodded, waving them toward him. On his gauntlet, he pressed a few buttons, and a large scaled image of El’s home system, floated into the air in front of them. El was impressed, but she kept her awe to herself. “There. Those two planets, Saturn and Jupiter. They are the two largest in out solar system. Can you overlay an image of this ship, to scale with these images?” The elder huffed, almost trilling in laughter. How simple she must have thought them to be. The image of the ship appeared, and El went to work. “You can hide the ship behind either of those two planets. The planets are big enough to shield us. I wouldn’t suggest anywhere closer, just in case.”


“Good.” The elder sighed, and motioned for one of the main guards to him, as El and Ver’On retook their seats. “Go to the pilots, tell them to lay in a course for the blue planet. Tell them to bring the ship to slow, behind the planet with the rings.”


“As you order Elder.” And the male was off, jogging in his stride to carryout his orders.


Ver’On then rose to face those still in the hall, and the Elders. “I thank you for your welcome, Elders of the Lara-Kree-Hur clan.” He was dieing to say that in public. Now that the greetings and introductions were complete, he could. “I am honored by your acceptance of my family, and am pleased that some of you have already taken some of them to your hearts and homes. I will be in charge of training your young for the hunt.” At once several males grunted and growled in protest. “On my last ship, I had the highest success rate, and the lowest death toll for over two centuries, THAN ALL THE CLANS COMBINED!” The objections quickly stopped. Even they knew of that record, they had lost many of their young bloods to hunts gone wrong, either being killed by the prey the hunted, or they self destructed, opting for a more honorable death. “I intend to make sure that record is kept, under this new clan. M’Pa will also over see the technical training, though I’m sure there are those of you who are quite capable, sometimes a new set of eyes is what you need to point out small errors that become huge problems later on. For now, let us eat, drink, talk…” and he looked at El and M’Pa, “…and mate. For tomorrow…WE HUNT!!!!!!”


The room erupted in roars so joyous, M’Pa believe they could only be compared to a female at the high point of her ecstasy. This new family, this new clan, would become a force to be reckoned with. And he was proud to be a part of it.






It was several hours later, before M’Pa lay El in their bed. She was completely exhausted. She had finally gotten to a point where she could not eat another bite, nor drink another drop. Then she began to feel tired. By that time, half the room had cleared out, the families returning to their quarters. Those that remained, had helped clear the tables, which was odd, but as El sat between her mates, she realized why. The Yautja that were left were all unmatched. While some males, huffed and growled at each other for the attentions of the remaining females, others on the other side of the room, laid their females across the tables, and began an orgy of mating, right in front of the Elders.


“It’s alright,” M’Pa had assured her. “Everyone here is very drunk. Except us.” With that, Ver’On and M’Pa guided her from the hall, and before they even reached their floor, M’Pa cradled the near sleeping Ooman in his arms, Ver’On purring contently to her belly.


Ver’On tossed the green cloth across the room, and pulled the light cover over her body, gently licking her breast all the way to the tip of her chin. She sighed, very happily, and looked at him. “Are we really returning to Earth?” she asked.


“Yes, My’El, we are,” Ver’On replied, purring lustfully as she watched him undress before her.


“What promise do you have to me that you have to keep?”


“Your two male companions,” he told her, revealing his naked toned flesh to her. “The only family you have left. They are unprotected. If I am to keep our mating promise, then I must return to your world, and mark them, or remove them. The choice will have to be theirs.”


“How long till we get there?”


“Quite a while, this ship doesn’t go that fast. Its hyperjump engines aren’t as powerful as those on the scout ships. Then again, the force of a more powerful engine, would probably tear the ship apart. Our babied,” he purred as he lay in the bed next to her, caressing her flesh through the cover, “may even be born by the time we arrive.” He then pointed to M’Pa, and the two watched as the young male struggled to get out of his clothing.


“Ok, so maybe, I mean maybe, I’m a little drunk.”


El giggled, and waved him over, helping him untangle the clasp from his dreads. How he managed it without screaming in pain, she wasn’t sure. He let the leather chest guard thud to the floor, as El ran her hands over his broad chest. Ver’On trilled at her, and pulled her to the bed. “Be still My’El,” he laughed. “Mating will be later. Right now, he could not rise to your demands, even if you braced him with a splint.”


“I’M NOT THAT DRUNK!” M’Pa growled, stumbling into bed, his face landing between El’s legs as she scooted closer to Ver’On to avoid being squashed. M’Pa scented her, and pulled her harshly against his invading tongue. She screamed in delight, and reached for Ver’On’s straining member.


“He may be drunk,” she sighed, thrashing her hips to M’Pa mouth. “I may be tired, and you…well…” Ver’On laughed at her. “We’ll all sleep better…AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!”


Ver’On grasped her hand, making her grip tighter, as he thrust his phallus through her fingers. He so loved it when she did this to him, and he would have her do it always, if it made her happy. After a time, her cry of climax screeched through the room, followed by M’Pa’s contented growling, as he lapped at her sweet juices, and Ver’On…joined his mates, as his seed shot out from his body, coating El’s skin.


As he wiped her skin from his release, he marveled at the sudden gentle curving of her belly. It was only her food moving through her system, he was sure, but still…that food was working its way down, down to his three sucklings. He purred to her belly, where deep within…grew their futures.




End book 1