Revenants of the Past- Book Two of Selective Breeding

Chapter forty-one

The small cell room that the trio shared was fairly simple, there was two cots one to the left of the door and the other against the far back wall. The beds were just big enough to fit one and a half bodies. So, Ruma switched between which bed she slept in which night, so she could equal her time out between Ratok and Deon.

The night after Vassenhilo visited they had go to their rooms as normal, as the doors locked them in. Ratok was exhausted, he pushed himself a bit to hard that day with the lack of pain, he over shot what his body could handle and what it couldn't.

Since it was her night with Deon, Ruma settled into what was becoming their ritual. Ruma sat on Deon, pawing at his chest, as their lips locked, playing a game of speeding up and slowing down, with the intensity of the kissing.

She waited for him to give a stop as he had before, but tonight he had a glint in his eye that was on a different level of desire. His hands generally rested on the tops of her thighs, letting them slowly slide this way and that as Ruma did most of the moving. However tonight Deon started slowly rubbing his lift hand up and down her leg, bringing the right arm up her back, lacing his fingers up in her mane.

His pressed her head closer, tightening their contact to each other. Ruma wrapped her arms up around his neck, playing with his mess of hair. As Deon slowly, squeezing each inch up her body, from her thigh to her breast. He cup her breast in his hand, slowly squeezing it, brushing his thumbed over the stretched fabric that pressed against her nipple.. He lightly pinched at it, Ruma let out a high pitch gasp.

Deon quickly moved his hands down, lacing his fingers under the hem of her shirt and pulling it quickly up over her head. He rolled them over a bit, placing Ruma on the bed, with him slightly over her. He leaned forward, putting his hand back into her hair.

His other hand rolled over her curves, exploring freely everything about her. From the nape of her neck, to the bend of her knee and back to her stomach. While she was in her held position, he follow his hand with kisses trailing every inch of her.

When Deon came back up to her lips, he made them long deep kisses. Rubbing the back of her neck with each one.

His hand moved to just above where he legs parted. He stopped he movement looked at her silently, waiting for her permission.

Ruma's skin was buzzing in delight each touch, each kiss becoming more and more electrifying against her skin. When she felt him stop just above where her clit was her eyes flicked up to his.

She nodded and came up for a quick kiss. The continued quick kissed as Deon reached down wrapping his fingers around the underwear she had on and draged it down her legs. He was slower to drag his fingers back up, grazing them against the tender skin that rest between her legs.

Deon took a deep breath between kisses as if he was preparing his mind for something. Ruma picked up to his hesitation, before she could move herself back to asset his state, Deon redirected himself to start kissing down her neck. Burring his face in her hair that was already clingy into them both.

He pressed his fingers against her already wet slit, rubbing up and down from her clit to the opening over her vagina. Ruma moaned as she moved her leh out to the side, wider for him.

Deon pressed his middle to fingers into her as his mouth met her breast. He synced his movements as fingered her and kissed his breast. When his tongue flickered out over her nipple, he would use his thumb to rub against her clit. The heat between them built, as Ruma started moving her body more against him with huff and pleased whines as she pawed for more from him.

Deon only stopped when his arm was coated in her juices. He repoisitoned them again, to where Ruma was laid flat on her back. He stepped off the bed to strip his clothing off, and then stationed himself back over her. Ruma sat up to greet him with even more hotter and heavier kisses. Her arm reached out to stroke his throbbing cock.

When she touch it Deon let out what sounded like a pained groan. He grabbed her hand and held it out to the side. Ruma looked up in fear that she had done something wrong.

"Do we need to stop?"

Deon shook his head, "No, I have been waiting far too long for this." his voice is heavy with need. "Just let me led, I want to know how long it takes until your put in a stupor.:" His fingers laced with hers in the hand he held. He humped against her, teasing her further as his tip rubbed against her clit.

He released her hand, to instead grab her leg holding her still, reaching down between them, angling himself to her entrance. He looked back up before continuing waiting a second time for her permission.

Ruma nodded with enthusiasm, keeping her eyes locked with her brudes as she felt him push her open. Her jaw quivered with the rush of pleasure that burst out from her core, up into her face and down her arms. They held the lovefilled stare as Deon slowly started to pump into her, the emotionly satisfied, yet lust filled grin pulled at both of their lips.

Deon leaned down and pressed her legs further apart as the slow pumps became heavy thrusts that rocked the cot. The sound of the bed moving was shadowed by Ruma's ever growing noise, he knew she was very vocal in bed, he didn't know that he could change her vocals but moving her and changing his speeds.

Deon found it amusing, how the stubborn mule that was his Ru, was so easy to mold and control once she was being bedded. Ruma rubbed her legs against him, sometimes wrapping and unwrapping them from around him. Each thrust sent a new little wave threw her body. Her hand braced against him, rubbing up and down his arms and back in speed with him, picking up when he did, slowing down the same.

They twisted and tangled in their desperation for each other.

"Ru-" he said breathily, "I'm close- where? Where do you-" he struggled finishing the sentence.

Though in a pleasant dazy state she got the message. Ruma signed repeatedly in.

"Are you sure?"

She signed "Yes, in. in."

Deon nodded and continued, feeling the pressure build. Ruma moved under him, until she found a position that hit that spot just right. She gripped into Deon's shoulder as her huhhas got quicker paced. Ruma fought to keep the position. Deon saw the look Ruma had, he moved his arm to help hold her, as he fought every muscle to keep at the same pace.

Ruma's head jerked back, her eyes rolling up as she climaxed. With Deon following suit a few thrusts after, painting her insides a hot sticky white. As the adrenaline left, Deon buckled, collapsing on Ruma as they both huffed and puffed with pleased smiles stretched across their faces.

Deon laid inside her for a bit longer, stroking her hair, and planting soft loving kisses against her lips and skin. He whispered endearments and praises to her as the snuggled tight still unwilling to release from each others hold.