Rey De-Heavens (English)

4.4

Rey watched as Wulfgang gently dropped his betrothed's delicate body onto the bed. The lycanthrope took a deep breath. He looked around that huge room once more, as one who did not know where to begin would observe, until he moved his nose and brought it close to his garments. Rey couldn't smell, but her father's expression made it clear to her that the smell of the clothes he was wearing gave her the perfect clue where to start. As he moved about the place, the little boy watched how his parents acted in privacy.

Wulfgang turned on the faucet of the rare bathtub, as high as the bed at the foot of it. The basin had rounded edges, the occasional handrail and numerous colorful jars. It was nearly three feet high, with a width of five feet by a rim five feet long. Large and white, with an interior that appeared to be made up of three or four seats.

Carefully, Rey perched on the edge of the bed to get a better look at how the rare bathtub filled. At his mother's feet, as his father undressed, he watched the steaming water crowd the place. He was grateful to be able to walk through what was solid. He thought that if he fell in it would be easier for him to drown than to get out. Being of such a small size, he would not be able to make it out on his own and he didn't trust his parents to help him either. Rey was startled to hear the sound of a shower running. His father, despite having turned on the faucet of the huge bathtub, removed his clothes and moved on to take a shower in the small corner bathroom. "Maybe he has so much dirt on his body that he doesn't want to contaminate the bath water," Rey thought.

Nevertheless, Rey pranced back and forth a little and took the opportunity to approach her father. The lycanthrope had stripped off all his garments, neither had his guard up. It was the best time to take a close look at the flesh that seemed to be well attached to the muscles. His father's naked body was enviable, it looked solid and sturdy like a perfectly carved log, but what stood out the most were the more than hundreds of patches this one had on the skin. It was also curious how his father had not had any wounds on his back from which scars remained. Rey could understand that, for his father, the flesh patches on his skin were not wounds from a past, but trophies that carried the burden of what had happened and the experience of surviving by breastfeeding in all dangerous situations.

Feeling as good as new, Wulfgang dried the remaining moisture from his body with the nearest towel and, after draping it over his shoulders, re-entered the room with the intention of taking care of what he had left in preparation. The bathtub at the foot of the bed was already on the verge of overflowing. You could say that the water flowing out of the faucet was stopped just in time.

As soon as the attentive husband had added to the water what he thought would do his beloved's skin good, still lying between the sheets, he rose from the edge of the large tub of water to make his way to the foot of the bed. Wulfgang leaned in close enough to say in the vampire's ear the following words:

"Look how you're wiggling that little ass so provocatively, aren't you? We can do two things at once...".

The wolf had the ghost of a smile on his face and spoke in a suggestive tone. Maryam, with an amused, mischievous and vicious look, added:

"In this place, without the others? No, please, you know we can't...at least not without them. What if they get jealous?"

Wulfgang, stroking her back, replied:

"They are forbidden to be jealous" he stated after he planted a kiss on the vampire's lips.

Rey's heart, for some reason, skipped a beat. He didn't remember seeing his parents melting their mouths with each other. Both full of vice and desire, their hands wouldn't stay still and they caressed each other. Her mother's skin was like silk, soft and warm, her father's lips went to her neck and began to give her little nibbles in the area. Maryam was breathing and writhing on the bed, her breathing became deeper, as Wulfgang reached between her legs. Maryam, as one who was about to give in to persuasion, said: