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:

"I still don't trust, I don't think it's safe... Besides, you know it takes a lot for me to be satisfied just with you."

"All right," said Wulfgang, "I don't care today if you can't hold back... I have a feeling it will be fun, I'll be late in coming, at least for a few hours. Don't pretend you don't want to when you want to."

"If you want you can masturbate, it's fine with me. Young man, I advise you not to involve me in this or keep warming up. Putting out this fire takes a lot of work."

Rey noticed that Wulfgang rose up on his knees on the bed and moved his hips closer to where his mother's head was. He had something firm, imposing and throbbing that rose up until it reached his navel. The same piece of flesh that had once hung and swayed from side to side with every footfall, now seemed unyielding, veins popping and blood about to burst. Wulfgang, who pushed the limb down with his thumb and released it so that it whipped against his stomach and made the sound of a firm crash, added:

"Do you think you can spit on it."

Maryam gave a smile, turned her body over on the bed sheets and nodded her head as she gathered her hair.

"As proof of my love, I plan to let you continue to spoil me in your own way. Don't stop..."

She sat up and after opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue she dropped saliva on the standing member then gave a suggestive look from the bottom up.

"What else do you want me to do...."

With a wider smile on his mouth, Wulfgang smeared that fluid all over his member, and then with great delicacy, patience and care he removed his beloved's garments.

Rey saw how his father carried his mother in his arms, but Maryam was not as before, but this time she was able to cling with her hands and legs around the torso of the lycanthrope who entered the bathtub. She, supported by three limbs, the two arms and Wulfgang's lower limb, looked desperate as her husband sat on the edge; still, she held on while he, with a sponge, patiently rubbed her tits.

Rey was looking intently at his mother's naked body. A great contrast could be seen, almost as much as day and night. Unlike her father, she had no scars, all white skin, and from her chest protruded two large, rounded, pale girths. Maryam's breasts and buttocks looked delicate and vulnerable, the flesh of these was not tight to the muscles like the former. They were rather spongy and striking to the eye, so much so that they bounced and jumped at the firm lashes of an open hand.

The atmosphere between the two parents was becoming complicit. As if all the discomforts they both had were gone.

"Let the warmth of the water relax you."

At the lycanthrope's words, Maryam's pale face, along with her ears, began to redden. The vampire slowly opened her face, her gaze lingering on the eyes of the one who carried her and let it slide over her sturdy body.

"You have beautiful red eyes and I love being able to see myself reflected in them...as you shove it all the way in" she said as she rolled her own.

While Maryam had the face of someone who was waiting for something, Wulfgang, slowly settled his beloved's body more on top of his and finally let her sit fully on top of him. Just as slowly, Maryam opened her mouth wider and wider until she let out a small moan and clung with her hands to her beloved's shoulders.

Rey wondered, "Is mother the type to be devoted and devoted to whomever she cares about? Father, on the other hand, seems to be someone who can't feel comfortable without doing something for someone. But me... What position would I be in. Am I the type who feels sorry for others unless they let him do something for them?"

Again and again, she skirted the room with wide-eyed attention, heedless of her parents' odd behavior. But once the moans and motions of the water became annoying and wouldn't allow him to think any longer, he decided to leave the same way he had entered. As soon as he stepped through the door, he was surprised to see Silvia sitting quietly behind the entrance. She, with her ear glued to the wood and one eye at the level of the lock, was trying to control her agitated breaths as she looked through the hole and moved her right hand between her legs, at the same time making her presence disappear.

Rey tilted her head to one side, blinked twice, and brushed aside the behavior of those adults who appeared to her to be acting irrationally. Following in their footsteps, he walked down the stairs and looked up. No one was there, the other individuals had already settled in their quarters.

Curious to see what the inside of the remaining rooms looked like and already ready to set off, Rey realized that he could not move from his place. Sown on the floor, eyes wide open, the little boy watched as the maid came down the stairs like lightning. Ehimus also passed through the place with astonishing speed. So did Mijan, Heroclades and Katherine. The adults went to and fro, gathered in twos or threes, split up, came from right to left or up and down with the speed of the blink of an eye.

Rey, confused, said to himself, "Is it me who is going slow, or is it that the world around me is going faster?" he asked himself without being able to move from his seat.

Silvia was the last one left. She seemed to be dusting the great hall with a feather duster. In another blink she seemed to be sweeping the floor and, finally, she wiped the surfaces that were not walls, ceiling or floor. Finally, after seeming to organize the place to perfection, she turned off the lights and left everything dark. The darkness lasted a long time. It was maintained by several blinks of the little one's eyes. It required some time for all the lights in the house to come back on, as well as for Rey to be able to see and move normally.

From the second floor a piercing scream could be heard. "It was mother," thought the little boy. Although Rey had never heard her scream, the scream was characteristic of the voice she had. But in what situation could she be in to make her scream like that?