Selective Breeding | EDITING

Part 17

Deon was in and out of consciousness for a while; he couldn't tell the times that passed. For the first while, he only woke to be sick to his stomach, the vomiting made him weak, and the weakness took him back under.

Every time he woke, he saw Ruma, she was right next to him when he needed it-keeping him company, wiping his forehead, and getting him a cool cloth when it was needed.

When he could finally keep himself awake, Deon placed his hand out to grab onto Ruma, who was moving around him. She stopped when she noticed his hand.

"Thank you Ruma," he mumbled, she was the only one that has stuck around him this closely.

Ruma rubbed against his hand, then set it back on his chest. Ruma sat next to him and rubbed his chest for a while, Deon curled into her, relaxing.

A sound behind her caught Ruma's attention, and so she turned. With a perked ear look. Ratok walked into the room; he looked over her, then over to Deon.

"He is awake?" Ratok asked as he moved closer, his large hand came up to Deon's face moving a bit of hair from it.

Ruma nodded, she quickly started to 'speak', communicating how Deon has been and how he had only just woken up again.

"He has been like this for four days, what was it that Vassenhilo gave him?" there was a small bit of concern in his voice. Deon wanted to say something, but he was still too weak to keep up with the conversation.

Ruma crawled up on the bed and curled around Deon. She lay there looking up at Ratok, while Deon couldn't see her face; from Ratok's next expression, he figured it out fairly well.

"He's going to be alright." he leaned over to stroke Ruma's hair. Leaning in, he kissed her. "I have more work to do; turns out Vasenhilo hired on more hands- well- bought out more hands. He has assigned me and Rolif to start getting them into the routine of things. I'll be back in the morning."

Ruma let out a purr and watched Ratok head out; she lowered herself back around Deon. Keeping an eye on him as he slowly regained his strength.

Over the next few days after that, Deon was back up and eating again. Ruma only allowed him to move around the room, and when he showed any sign of weakness she was forcing him back on the bed to rest.

This day she was sitting on his lap at the round table. Deon had asked her to help him figure out how to depict a few more word cues with him. As he had mostly gotten a hang of the ones, he learned before.

"I should get a shower in today. I feel disgusting." He said as he moved a paper over to the side. Ruma rumbled, and Deon shot her a look, "-alone."

She grimaced but nodded in acceptance. He was well enough now to her that didn't worry about him falling or doing anything else that could harm him.

Ruma hopped down and allowed Deon to stand. He made his way across the hall to his room, that he hadn't really used in almost two weeks. He hopped in the shower and took the time to enjoy the water and scrubbing of the dirt and dead skin that built up.

He came out an hour later to the sounds of grunting. He slowly moved into the hall back to Ruma's, where the noise came from.

Deon locked eyes with what he saw. Ruma was bent over her bed, with Ratok budded up behind her. It was these two that were the source of the noise. Deon felt heat rush to his face, unable to look away.

Watching Ratok repeatedly plough into Ruma. Deon knew that those two were more physically intimate, and once or twice, his mind may have wondered how it worked since Ratok was so much larger than the little Ruma.

Apparently, from this first-hand example, it worked quite well.

Deon didn't realize how hard he was staring as Ratok noticed his presence. There seemed to be no shame in that man as he continued his sexual play with Ruma even while he knew Deon was still looking on.

Deon was no virgin, but even he was feeling innocent watching them this intense with each other. He never met someone with the amount of shamelessness or lack of care Ratok did about Deon standing there. Ratok lifted Ruma into a different position.

He could see more of her, more than he was expecting ever to see. Deon blushed harder and quickly moved away. He dipped back into his room to hide away from the scene he saw.