Rey De-Heavens (English)

2.4

Tempted by curiosity, Rey touched the inside of Silvia's thigh with his right hand. With his fingertips he felt warmth, softness and comfort.

Silvia let out a very unique moan: Hnnn!, one he had heard before.

"It's not like her belly is swollen to the point of exploding" thought Rey. "With her eyes closed she sleeps, but she's sore. She has a large opening and no clothes on. There's no one else in the room, nor is she inside a large bathtub. Maybe she was a mother and her children have grown up and are no longer there."

Rey's eyes were full of memories. He was thinking about what he had almost forgotten, but, just as he was about to ramble on, the maid opened her legs slightly. As if she was offering herself to him, and asking for help with her problem.

Rey noticed that she had her tongue out and was drooling without realizing it. Opening his eyes even wider, he pinned his gaze on the maid's vagina and felt guilty that he was almost losing control with every sniff of the scent that meant "young woman of childbearing age." In the past, the little boy remembered himself sitting on the stairs, judging with his eyes the older men who squirmed as they sat on their seats, disguised the fact that they blushed at the suffering of a woman giving birth. He felt no different from them, she might not be giving birth at that moment, but she was suffering and those gestures of suffering made him feel excited.

Rey, little by little, raised his hand upwards to separate her feet a little more and see how the liquid that came out from between the legs of the maid ran as if it were the sap of a wounded tree. The same liquid that on her way to the house she had drunk to quench her thirst.

"Why not?" wondered Rey on the bed, his head between her legs. "Why not help her soothe the pain of her open wound if she's done me so many favors?"

With two licks from the little boy, Silvia closed her legs. Emitting a dying cry devoid of strength, the maid was forced to tense every muscle in her body.

Rey freed her head from the grip of the two muscular legs, which closed as one might close a trap for hunting animals. Understanding that he had hurt someone's open wound and that such an event could arouse anger, Rey decided to jump back. With his eyes wide open he continued to retreat and although he was about to go through the door through which he had entered, he realized that the entrance had been closed. Trapped, with his body glued to the ground, he had no choice but to watch her movements and if necessary, use all the knowledge he had acquired in order to defend himself.

Using her hands, Silvia lifted the torso of his body onto the bed. Somewhat shaken, as if she had been taken by surprise, she brushed her hair away from her face and gave a smile to the little boy who had come to visit her. "Oh, young master... Haven't you been told that scaring people in their sleep is not polite?" Rey was silent, he continued to watch her. She had other intentions, she could not allow such a situation to damage her relationship with the little one or the rest of the tenants in the future.

"It's not that I didn't like it, but it's always good to create an agreement before you do this kind of thing with me".

"Agreement?" asked Rey as he relaxed the expressions on his face.

"If you promise me that you won't tell anyone else, I won't get mad and... you can also come wake me up the same way whenever you sleep outside."

"I don't think so, to be honest... I apologize. You were suffering and I didn't have the best intentions" he said as he lowered his head and looked at the floor.

Silvia, at the same time made room next to her bed:

"What's wrong? Talk to me, come, sit next to me. Don't be afraid..."