8.5

"I guess you're right. But I don't know if I can clean myself. I don't want it to hurt anymore" thinking twice, she looked at the one who seemed to know the subject well. "You don't have to lick me directly, but you can certainly help me....."

Rey, like one who warned, said:

"Even if it hurts, you have to do it properly. Otherwise it will get worse..."

"That's right, even if it hurts I have to do it properly. On the battlefield, if I can't stop the bleeding from a wound, I have to burn myself in a cauterization process," she thought and then, stuttering, added:

"I'm asking you to do it for me, can you?"

"I told you I wouldn't lick you..." said Rey somewhat reluctantly. "Use your own saliva, and clean the clothes you wear with the water."

Edith, more frightened at the idea, added:

"You don't have to lick me... as long as you use your hands, I think it will be fine. I can't do it myself..."

She, indeed, looked terrified, to the point of breathing faster, and thought she would die in the process like a bleeding wound. As soon as the little boy nodded his head, they both headed back to the lake. Once inside, Rey got into a position where he could hold the Parcae's body, even if it resisted because of the pain, and at the same time with his good hand he would manage to clean the intimate part of it. Once prepared, he said:

"I will begin" warned Rey.

Wordlessly, she nodded. Running her hand around the outside of the Parcae's vaginal lips, Rey used her fingers gently through the folds of the labia majora and minora, and around the tip.

"Does it hurt?" asked Rey.

"No, you can go on. It's okay," replied Edith as with her hand she held him down and closed her eyes. "Just try not to go too deep so it doesn't hurt".

Rey concentrated more, although he wanted to keep his mind on the innocent side, he couldn't help but wonder if he was having sex. He was touching the private area of a female who had given him consent and in a way penetrating him by inserting his finger. "I'm holding her between my hands against me...I feel her vagina. It's soft, much smaller than Silvia's. She has no hair. Come to think of it, her body is delicate and silky. I close my eyes and feel her scent... without that strong smell, the scent her skin gives off through her pores is sweet. My mind wanders, trying to imagine how her vaginal lips would be open... in front of my face...". Rey felt her moisten. "Does this mean she's aroused? Oh, no! No, no, no, no."

On the other hand, Edith couldn't stop thinking either, she was clear that if she penetrated herself with her fingers while masturbating it didn't define her loss of virginity, but if someone else did it, was she having her first time? Besides, why love someone she supposed she had to hate and not so long ago wanted to kill? Why was she happy in that moment when she was next to him, the cause of her problems? Questions roamed through the Parcae's head, questions that made her feel confused. "Does this mean that I am falling in love, is this strong attraction inside my chest love, why do I feel that he has the necessary capabilities to make me happy?". Amidst so many questions, Edith noticed how the little boy was starting to wake up down there. "Does this mean he likes me?".

Rey, after clearing his throat, said:

"Get up a little, get out of the water... I'm going to put my saliva on you.".

With this he could make her come off him and not notice he was getting an erection.

Edith, more like a pompous puss, purred cuddly as one who felt appreciated, she swung her tail as high as she could out of the water in anticipation of the next move. She was confident that the little one would not throw himself at her, but if he did, she doubted she would want to stop him.

Rey withdrew the hand he had taken between the Parcae's legs; it was incredibly morbid for him to notice that his fingers were soaked. The water had gone, but the slimy juice that had secreted a waterlogged vagina remained there, in front of his eyes. It was his good hand, he had a justification to lick his fingers if he wanted to leave his saliva on them. Rey, in that moment that he knew what he was doing, found no valid reason to be able to deny the genuine euphoric pleasure, the surge of energy and excitement that adults felt in the world of pleasures. Rey, stuck his fingers in his mouth, getting a second taste of a woman's taste for the second time. An invasive desire in his mind urged him to seek more.

With each movement of the little boy, Edith was silent and felt as if her heart wanted to escape. She sweated, felt anxiety combined with pleasure and guilt. She didn't understand how it felt so good to have someone else caress her ass. That he would stick his fingers between her cleft and they would slip deeper and deeper and deeper inside.

"Hey!!!" said a robust voice. "What are you doing!?"

At the unsuspecting question and incriminating call, Edith jumped in fright, Rey turned with an enraged look and White snarled as he backed away.

"Sinners, in the name of the Holy God of Heaven, with that libidinous attitude, I find it hard to believe that you could have passed through the lowest circles and made it this far" The person was covering his body with old and almost torn robes.

Rey stepped in front of the Parcae and took a step forward. He, of course, had noticed the presence of the older man who was meddling in matters that were none of his business. Despite being much bigger, the moment that fellow saw the little guy walking towards the shore, for some reason he got goose bumps. He felt the sensation of encountering a guardian of the circle, and almost reflexively took two steps back as he raised his hands and made reference.

"Of course, your eyes... your skin. They are not human. A thousand pardons I ask if I have made you uncomfortable."

Rey softened his gaze and decided not to attack, but it was for no other reason, but because the older man had been the first to demonstrate a passive attitude.

Although the lord maintained his vigilance and distrust, he held up his hands and tried to make conversation.

"My name is Cato, The Lesser..."

The little one continued to stare at him, while Edith managed to get hold of his garments and become intangible.

"I am but one of the guides in this circle. I'm sorry if my comment offended you... On the other hand, I can deduce that you may want to meet somebody. You have good eyes, I have to tell the truth."

Rey, moved by the word guide, decided to ask frankly:

"Cato, my name is Rey Of-Heavens. I am looking for the white witches, Ana and Clara. Or at least to meet one of their disciples."

Cato, opening his eyes as wide as he could, immediately struck his forehead with the palm of his right hand and said:

"Having had my eyes open all this time and more, I was unable to be able to see. They come from Paradise. Oh, such is my joy at this moment...! What is Paradise like? What is the Lord Almighty like? How does it feel to attain the eternal bliss of being between the nine heavens and the Empyrean?"

The little boy kept silent, looked around and remembered the words of the guardian of the place. He returned his gaze to the older man, who was almost praising him, to realize that there was practically not much difference with the Heaven of Purgatory. Looking up the mountain, Rey witnessed all the people climbing it to reach something that was not at the top but in the forest.

"What would happen to that lord if he knew? He would cease to be as the dullahan had said," he thought to then say:

"If you listen to the answers to those questions, I have been told by the guardian of the place that you would cease to be... You could guide me to the witches, and once we arrive, if you are still willing to know I will not deny you the privilege."

Cato, convinced like a good merchant securing a lucrative deal, said:

"I understand." Forcing his curiosity aside, he continued: "The White Witches. Those who enter this circle sooner or later end up knowing about them. But not everyone knows their names. Come with me, little ones. Walk with me through the plains of this first circle of Purgatory, ruled by the proud."

Skirting the entire mountain, the guide led the little ones to a kind of city as bright and lush as the place itself.

"And this is Soberbia the capital of the circle of the superb ones. The huge headless knight structure, along with the many other women with lush bodies, is said to have been built by the renovator of the site in his lifetime. He spent most of his time at this site sharing and learning from those of different faiths, hence he also created the castle you see embedded in the mountain. The other structures, at first rustic, were created and designed by the humans themselves, who after the death of the lord, suggested to the guardians to stay and enjoy the comfort of the place, in exchange for one or two fights a day. After almost twenty centuries, the great walls and towers you see have become the most prosperous city in hell, inhabited only by those who refuse to recognize that there is something more powerful than their own bodies, who walked and walk the path of the sword, martial arts, knowledge, honor, pride and weapons. In the castle in the background, are the white witches who seek..." Stopping his pointing, he turned slowly. "Here my humble guidance culminates, and it is that he who has no knowledge of fighting, like me, will not be able to advance any further."

Edith, unable to look the gentleman in the eye, threw out a question, as soon as she noticed something out of the ordinary:

"Who are those who come out with their heads down?"

Cato observed where the Parcae was pointing, paused and answered:

"They are individuals who realized how weak they were compared to others... That's right! They don't belong to the circle of the proud. Perhaps they thought they admired their desire to become strong and fight against enemies because it was a noble cause. But none of those sentiments will prevail enough against those who are truly strong for the sake of being strong! Heroes who were driven by the obsession and need to save someone cannot keep running if they have no purpose. With nothing to defend, no noble goal or anything to lose! Their swords stop being sharp, their fists become sluggish, their hearts stop beating, they notice the pain, the tiredness of their bodies and, consequently, how wrong they are. That it was all nothing but a farce. That nothing needs to be saved. That nothing needs to be saved. No, first of all, in hell, they don't even know what they want to save! There you see them, abandoned the arrogance and pride that brought them to the place with their heads held high, just as those who enter...."