2.5

For the maid it was wonderful to feel how the little head stopped at what was her clitoris to suck on it. At that moment Silvia tensed her body, felt her skin crawl and could not contain herself from letting an almost choked dry moan escape from between her throat. Behind the pillow she opened her mouth, arched her eyebrows and kept her eyes closed so much she was enjoying the moment. The new sensation between pleasurable and forbidden was so intense that she felt as if something in her chest was going to explode. When Rey started sucking a little lower, she set the pillow aside and clung with her arms to the little guy so he wouldn't go down and stay in the place that made her enjoy it the most.

Rey was not at all uncomfortable with her hands on his head, on the contrary, he even noticed that Silvia seemed to be guiding him in some way. He went down again with his tongue in circles to introduce it slowly and continue doing his job.

Busy just feeling pleasure, Silvia managed to duplicate what she felt by changing her position and getting on all fours on the bed. She used her hands to spread her vagina as wide as she could. That way, Rey could penetrate her with his tongue even deeper.

He would lick up and down her, with better command, to penetrate her again with his tongue and then down her slit to her clitoris, where he would stop to caress, suck and gently squeeze with his lips.

Rey noticed that Silvia was no longer squealing like before and had almost stopped breathing, but he moved closer to her and with one of his hands rubbed the tip of her slit in an almost frantic manner. When Silvia arched her back and tucked her tail further, Rey pulled her closer to him, causing the beautiful redhead to press her face against the back of the bed.

The maid's body tensed. Accompanied by orgasmic spasms, she let out a prolonged moo that was heard throughout the room. With no more strength to hold herself up on all fours, Silvia collapsed on the bed. Shaken, sweaty and tired, she rolled over on her back with unusual happiness plastered on her face.

Rey withdrew his wet face and kept silent. He didn't know whether to continue, but as soon as he tried to approach, she stopped him and said:

"All right. That's enough for now...show me the book whose language you wish to learn....."

...

As soon as Silvia collapsed on the bed, Rey finally prepared to leave the residence with his new knowledge, but not before taking as much food as he could carry with him for the road.

After passing through the kitchen, Rey slipped through the secret exit and reached the inside of the passageway he had used as an entrance. Still underneath the large residence, just before leaving the narrow tunnel, he stopped and with wide eyes observed the unusual event.

It was no longer snowing as before. The temperature was not low, nor did the ground feel damp, but thousands of glowing dots floated suspended over the place. The atmosphere was warm. Perhaps a product of the floating glowing ashes that were extinguished before reaching the ground. The ground was covered in gray, black, red and yellow.

Rey stretched out his hand, caught one of the floating sparks and thus felt, for the first time, the respective pain of a burn. The problem was not his body. His body could withstand such pain, but the book he carried under his arm might not. Among the general knowledge he had, he remembered reading that paper and fire didn't get along very well, and water didn't help either.

"The environment is very problematic. It's divided into six states. Three and three. Under life are light, fire, and water. Under death are drought, cold, and darkness. Life on one side, death on the other. But I can't wait any longer..."

Suddenly, amidst the rain of embers, a creature floated through the sky as if swimming along the bottom of the sea. Burning blankets spread all over the place. In none of the books he had read was there any information on how to deal with those carpets of smoke and flames.

Rey, patient, continued to study the events around him until, from one moment to the next, parts of the ground ignited, and from those flames another creature rose noiselessly into the sky.

"I can wait for one of those flaming beasts to rise and climb on top of it!" thought Rey. "By riding it on my back, I'll soar through this shower of flashes and be able to protect the book."

And so, the little boy waited until the perfect moment when one of those flaming monsters would rise up from inside the ground. Running with all his might and protecting the book he was carrying, Rey jumped at just the right moment when the explosion of smoke and fire rose from the ground. The little boy was stunned. When he realized that the monster was intangible like a storm, he had to close his eyes because they hurt uncomfortably, also cover his mouth and nose. Rey could not climb into the sky on the back of the flaming monster. At least not as he intended. The silent explosion sent him hurtling off in the opposite direction until he hit the ground and rolled around.

The little guy's exposed skin ended up burned. Some areas were extremely painful to the touch, others were blistered and looked peeling, the rest was reddish, dry and tender. But the book didn't seem to have suffered much. It had blackened tips like charcoal with some areas already whitened, but it still looked like a book.

The skin was skin, and it could heal over time. But a book was a book, and in the ashes there are no letters left.

Rey knew he was a long way from the shelter in which his furry friend slept, but he could not turn back, even if the ground would explode or his source of knowledge was in danger of ending up lost forever. Ignoring the pain and the consequences, Rey dashed in the direction of the distant forest while dodging the rain of burning coals created by the great beasts as they awoke from the bowels of the ground. The red-hot rocks were dangerous, but the liger coats, which formed a kind of cloak, protected him. Thanks to his garments, Rey had no need to worry about what might fall from the sky. But he was well alert for what might come from below.

Leaving behind a whole field mined by smokebirds and firebirds, Rey finally made it deep into the forest. The immense line of sturdy trees functioned as a curtain that barred his way from the beasts that pursued him with every footstep.

Inside the forest, for a small moment, Rey stopped and looked around. The huge trunks that were once peacefully sleeping were now awake. They lived ablaze with flames. Alongside the winged creatures, under the rain of flaming boulders. The trees swayed back and forth, like whips. They looked happy in the eyes of the little boy. Happy and energetic they danced in the storm of wind, earth, fire and leaves. As if they wanted to enliven with their dance of cracked bark the beings that landed on them and ended up enveloping them.

With his tongue out and drenched in sweat, Rey still protected the book he held in his hands, while, using vigorous jumps, he avoided the burning trunks that fell to the ground from the air.

With distance, the yellowish red was already beginning to fade. The heat was no longer so intense. The trees moved less. And, little by little, everything returned to the colors to which the little boy was already accustomed, colors that represented the absence of light for the others. Rey turned his face away, hoping that all that chaos would not haunt him, and continued moving forward without even stopping to catch his breath. He was worried and had to do something. If he remembered correctly, the cave where his precious companion slept was part of a tree and could become the perfect nest for one of those flaming birds. If his shelter ended up being invaded by a being he couldn't touch, how could he defend himself? He would have to pull the sleeping body out from inside the cave and keep moving away. Or maybe he could cut a hole in the ground. Even cut the tree trunk with his hands if necessary. Solutions rattled around in his head as he continued to move forward without stopping. Suddenly the answer to what he should do came of its own accord and tapped him on the shoulder.

Then another drop of water fell to the ground in front of him. Another one on his hair and many others all around. The smell of the atmosphere changed, became damp and more familiar.

"Water. It's water falling from above" He paused as he held out his hand. "Water and fire are not good with books, but they don't get along with each other either. Fire beings will die to rain. But it might also awaken the sleeping ground which, surely from so much heat, must be thirsty" Rey was convinced of this.

After so much running, as if racing the rain, Rey arrived just in front of the cave and the place was just as he remembered it. Letting out a breath of air he turned to look back seeing the fire approaching along with the water and a cloud of white steam.

"Once again here. Back in the forest, unable to escape. For some time now there has been a question in my head. How can I go on? Despite how little I have lived, how flimsy and vulnerable I am, moving on becomes more and more difficult, especially in solitude. It is useless, my body has reached its limit and stopped getting stronger. My knowledge is also stagnant, this is the last book I have left to read... after that there is nothing. Only return... and yet, if I return, if I die, if I live on, if I endure for an eternity... how can I go on?"

Rey looked up at the sky and the trees, those masters made up of almost infinite layers of experience and knowledge.

"Ohhh... 'Knowing' or, rather, knowledge makes you overcomplicate things. Did I not find the answer in that cave? Do these trees not cry out the answer to me? From a seed was born the biggest tree in this place. And I am a seed of lycanthrope and vampire. It's all in letting go of what I know, what I feel and remembering the reason I started so I can move on... It makes no sense to allow what makes me strong to become a reason to falter, least of all in this combat that is life. Why am I hesitating in a fight when what I should be doing is moving forward if I am not alone and I have this bond."