[Aster]
The night was much darker and quieter than usual. Heavy clouds swallowed the moon and the stars, shrouding the forest in near-total blackness, reminding the caves they had crawled out of not long ago. If not for the thigh-deep snow and the crunch of it under their boots, Aster might have thought they were back there again, deep beneath the earth. More than anything, he wanted to light the way with his fire, just like he did back then, to make it easier for them to trudge further between the bushes and pines, but didn't. They might see it.
Almost half an hour had passed since... that. Half an hour of running and stumbling through the snow, half an hour of doing everything they could to make it impossible for the old man to find them, should he follow. So, no light. Just darkness and the occasional howl of wind to keep them company.
The entire time, Nivalis and Silvia mostly kept quiet, both trailing behind him, letting him take them deeper and deeper into the forest, away from the warm inn, away from the delicious meal, away from the angry woman. And he led them, led them as best he could, not sure where to, just away.
'Well... at least I've got this,' Aster thought as he adjusted something heavy against his chest, something that made the boy smile a tiny bit despite how awful the evening had turned out—the loaf of bread that Adeline threw at him. He didn't even remember when he had picked it up from the ground in all that hurry, but he did.
But that little smile of his was gone the instant he heard it. A quiet sniffle from behind, so faint that the wind nearly stole it away. "Mom? You alright?" he asked without stopping, didn't even slow his pace, just reached back into the darkness until his scarred fingers found her softer ones, giving them a gentle squeeze.
For a heartbeat, nothing, then a quiet hum from his mother, her fingers ice-cold against the burns on his as she squeezed back. "Let's find a place to rest. We're stopping," he said after another few steps. It wasn't a question.
After another minute of trudging through the snow, they stumbled into a nice, bushy pine, perfect for them to crawl under, with branches wide enough to hide their little shelter for the night entirely. Aster just hummed at it approvingly, and then came the familiar blur of the work they did every evening.
They barely even thought about how to do it anymore and just did. Aster dug into the snow, pushing it aside and packing it into small walls around them. Nivalis cut a bunch of pine boughs from nearby trees with her rusty knife to have enough wood for the fire and needles for the floor. Silvia busied herself growing ice walls around the hole that he had made, dumping what little mana she had left after their walk into it, all to hide their new home from anything and everyone.
Same old routine, ended the same way as well—small and cramped, but safe. A cozy little burrow beneath the tall tree, carved into the snow, lined with a thick mattress of pine needles, was their home for tonight. "Thanks..." Silvia murmured the moment Aster lit the tiny fire with the flick of his wrist. Trembling all over from the cold, she settled before the flames, pulling her knees to her chest.
With a tired sigh, Nivalis plopped down onto the pine needles beside her and pulled the girl into her arms, but she didn't say anything, just held her daughter and watched the fire dance, the flames' glow reflecting in her sad blue eyes.
Cold tremors shook her body just as much, so Aster wasted no time and dumped a good chunk of his mana into the mist, pale-golden swirls spreading through the small space and chasing the biting chill away. Two blissful hums were his reward.
For a quiet minute, the two of them just watched Aster tending to the fire, adding a few more branches to make sure it lasts, and pushing away their bedding from around it so it doesn't catch. Smoke rose lazily, struggling through the branches and vanishing into the small gap near the tree's trunk, the smell of pine tickling their flushed noses. "Have you peed yet?" Nivalis asked into the top of Silvia's head, to which the girl nodded shyly.
A quiet, "Asty and I went while you were cutting the branches," escaped Silvia as she felt her mother's hands on her, lifting her dress to take it off and get her ready for the night. Her arms rose, the grey wool sliding along her childish curves and over her head, revealing the brown tunic and woolen pants beneath.
Those didn't last long either, and soon the girl was bare, her small, pale body dotted with goosebumps in the firelight, with just knitted socks left on. The dress, then, along with all the other clothes, was laid out carefully near the fire to dry.
Nivalis began removing her own clothes after that, all slow and sluggish, her fingers clumsy from the cold. Silvia shuffled up onto her knees and helped her, tugging at the faded-brown dress until it went over her head, then did the same to the tunic she wore beneath, letting the heavy, pale breasts spill free and bounce once they were out. Pink nipples stood hard on the soft skin, their form, shade, and the very pattern of goosebumps on them matching her daughters'.
By the time her pants came off, Aster finished with the fire and began undressing as well. He was so quick about it that his clothes practically flew off him, the dark grey dress, the brown tunic with embroidered flowers, and the mud-colored pants tossed aside in a heap.
Those silly braids? Destroyed by a quick ruffle of his fingers until the silver strands fell loose around his face. "Ah... finally. So much better," he sighed, scratching the back of his head; the feeling of freedom after a whole day of being a girl was just pure bliss. That little thing between his legs, not tucked anymore in the confines of his thighs, twitched in agreement.
"Whoa... what happened to your shoulder?" Silvia muttered the moment he turned around toward them, her face scrunching with worry, with Nivalis frowning at the sight as well. Aster looked down at his right shoulder and noticed a nasty bruise there, a dark, ugly thing about the size of a fist contrasting sharply on his fair skin. The two of them pulled him closer a heartbeat later, and both of their hands were on him in an instant.
Wincing from the pressure of their fingers, Aster muttered, "Ow... yeah, remember that painting I was staring at before our bath?" When their shiny eyes looked up from the bruise, he went on, "Tomas mentioned she'd been struggling with the eyes, couldn't get them right. And when we were leaving... I-I... I don't know, felt bad, I guess, and told her what was wrong with them."
Nivalis sighed through her nose at that, shaking her head. "...yeah," Aster admitted with a quiet grimace, "That got her angry. She... a tiny little bit hit me when I was leaving." His voice got smaller with each word.
That instantly made Nivalis angry, not at him, but at the woman who dared to raise a hand against her boy. "What a b..." she mumbled under her breath, but stopped before she could finish the word. Instead, a rather vague, "I should've given her a piece of my mind," came out of her as her fingers gently poked at the edges of the bruise. Silvia mirrored her expression, a slight scowl on her face.
Aster shrugged, mumbling in a manly, stoic manner, "It's fine. Barely even hurts," as if it was some kind of battle wound. "'Sides..." He gently pried their worried hands from his shoulder, then shuffled over to their old bag tucked in the corner. "...It's what she hit me with that really matters," he added, and pulled out that heavy loaf of bread he had put in there a bit earlier, when they were working on the burrow. "Ta-da! Not so bad, eh?" he whispered with a cheeky grin, holding the thing up for them to see, his arm shaking a little bit under its weight.
But that, however, didn't get the reaction he had hoped for. Their grumpy, worried expressions softened a bit, yes, but that was about it.
"Oh, sweetie," Nivalis whispered, her blue eyes looking from the bread to her son's shoulder, then back. "It's good that you took it, but... I'd rather starve than have you get hurt for it. After what she said... after all of that, I don't..." She didn't finish and just went quiet for a moment, patting his head. With a sniffle, she grabbed their blankets from the bag, their old cloaks, and laid them out on the pine needles. "Let's just go to sleep. It's been a long day."
Silvia gave him a sympathetic look but didn't say anything as she took off her socks, then crawled onto the blankets and into her mother's waiting arms. Nivalis pulled the girl close, her large breasts squishing against her small, bony back. Together, they simply watched the flames before them, the reflection making their sad eyes glisten.
Aster's face fell; the cheeky grin was nowhere to be seen. He still sat there, on the pine needles, the heavy bread still clutched in his scarred hands. His shoulders slumped as he stared at the dark crust, seeing not the food but the woman's face twisted in hatred, the disgust in her eyes as they ate, the cruel words she spat at them.
A quiet, "Yeah..." came out of him, the word barely audible above the crackle of the fire. He sat there for another minute, maybe two, just staring at the stupid bread that could've just as easily been a knife, could've gotten him killed. 'I should've kept my mouth shut,' he could only think to himself.
Then, with a slow, quiet breath, Aster carefully tucked the bread back into their bag and glanced over at the girls, all sad and miserable together by the fire. 'Eh... yeah, not happening,' he thought as he pushed himself up from the pine needles and onto his knees, took a deep, dramatic breath that puffed out his bony chest, then turned towards them. 'Silvia first,' he decided, choosing his first victim for some emergency cheering-up.
On his knees and hands, Aster crawled closer to the sad girl wrapped in her mother's arms, pretending like he was just coming to cuddle as well. When her face came into view, all scrunched up and grumpy, he stopped and, without a word, carefully brushed her silver locks from her right shoulder.
Silvia looked up at him, not understanding what he was doing, confusion in those golden eyes. But it was too late, as that delicate, delicious curve of her neck, all pale and warm in the firelight, was already exposed to him. She had no time to react before he leaned in and put his warm lips on her skin, making her squirm instantly with a quiet "E-eh?!"
A wide, mischievous grin spread across Aster's face as he locked his arms around her shoulders and blew a wet, juicy raspberry right there, vibrating his lips against her sensitive skin. That made her squeak and try to pull away, but it was too late. "A-Asty! Ahah... stop! N-no!" came out of her amidst giggles and little wiggles, her body immediately starting to thrash and twist in his arms. He heard Nivalis chuckle softly beside them, which was a double-win.
When he got her all breathy and angry, he let go of her neck and unwrapped his arms from around her shoulders. Their golden eyes met right then, his shining in the firelight with triumph, hers wet and with daggers as she panted, little wisps of her silver hair stuck to her flushed cheeks and forehead. They didn't say a thing, just stared at each other for a heartbeat or two, then flinched at the same instant.
What happened next was a blur of movement, with Aster trying to get away like a startled cat, and the girl lunging after him, both on all fours and naked. "Come here, you little..." he heard her say, but didn't wait to hear the rest as he scrambled toward the small entrance of their burrow, then swerved right at the last moment, sending green needles into the air.
Silvia almost crashed into the branches that covered the entrance, but managed to twist her small body around and go after him, a small, angry grunt escaping her. He tried to crawl away from her again, but she was faster. In just a few quick, quiet movements, she was on him, her small fingers closing around his ankle. "Not so fas—!" she started to say, but didn't get to finish as Aster slipped free from her grip, leaving her with a knitted sock in her hand instead.
With one foot bare now, Aster laughed and curved around the fire, the flames licking at his side as he passed by them. The sight of his mother soon came into view, still lying by the fire and watching them with a tired little smile. "Mom, tell her to stop! She's trying to kill me!" he squeaked as he jumped over her, almost tripping on the blanket, and kept running further away.
"Stop? You... you started it!" Silvia muttered breathlessly as she crawled over the woman and after him again, her small butt wiggling cutely in the firelight. Nivalis didn't say a thing and just chuckled at them, then shifted her gaze back to the fire, letting the kids have their fun.
The chase continued for a while, the two of them running in circles around the fire and their mother, with all their laughter and angry yelps filling the small burrow. But all it took was a single mistake from Aster, a slight misstep as he rounded the fire again, for the tables to turn.
Silvia jumped on his back and locked her arms around his neck, and together they tumbled to the floor with a soft thud. "Ha... got you now," she panted into his ear, her legs hooking around his waist, her fingers going right for the spot on his sides she knew he was most ticklish.
Aster bucked and squirmed beneath her, trying to shake her off, but she held on tight, her small fingers digging into his ribs. "No... no! Stop... stahop!" he wheezed, laughing his lungs out, the pine needles prickling his naked body as he twisted and turned. Only after a minute of that merciless tickling did he finally manage to flip over in her hug, making their flat chests heave against each other.
Not a heartbeat after, they began to wrestle around, rolling in the pine needles and giggling without a care in the world, all naked and flushed, their limbs tangled and their hair messy. His pink erection poked her everywhere in the struggle, slid against places no brother should ever slide against, but neither of them gave it a single thought. They never did during these kinds of fights and just kept going, two clumsy idiots, forgetting all about the terrible evening, the inn, and the angry woman.
Neither of them had much strength left after the long day, so their wrestling didn't last long. Silvia collapsed onto her back, arms like noodles, one leg raised with her foot pressing against Aster's chest in a weak attempt to keep him away.
And she was right to do that because his fingers were twitching toward her ribs for one last tickle attempt, but she slapped his hand away with what little energy she had left. "I... can't—" the girl wheezed, her pink nipples rising and falling rapidly as she struggled for breath. "No more... laughing hurts."
Aster smiled at that. "Feeling better?" he asked in a soft voice, hovering above her, with the only thing keeping him from collapsing on top of her being her foot on his chest. His golden eyes roamed over her exhausted face and the wild mess of her silver hair, then lower, over her flat chest and those cute nipples, all the way down to her belly, which quivered slightly with each breath she took.
With her leg raised like that, he had a perfect view of her little slit, too, smooth as the rest of her, pink, and... slightly open. He didn't stare at it, though, just glanced at it once and then looked away; his only reaction was a light throb of his erection.
It took her a moment, but soon enough she realized why he started this whole thing—the silly chase, wrestled her around, tickled her until she was breathless—just to see her smile again. A tiny nod followed, then the corner of her mouth lifted into a tired smile. "You're... such a dummy," she whispered, pulling her leg back, and he collapsed onto the pine needles beside her, their shoulders touching. "A very, very... annoying dummy. But thanks."
Aster chuckled breathlessly. "That I am," he said, closing his golden eyes for a moment until his heart stopped trying to pound its way out of his chest. When he opened them again, he turned his head to the side and looked at her, at the way the firelight danced across her pale skin, then past her at his still-sad mother, her blue eyes lost somewhere in the flames. "Alright," he whispered, pushing himself up on an elbow. "Mom's turn."
After giving his sister a little smooch on her flushed cheek, Aster scrambled up from the pine needles and, with just one sock still on, crawled back to their bed, to his gloomy mother. She didn't notice him until the very last moment, her sad blue eyes only lifting from the flames when his shadow fell over her. "Hi," he said softly, and then lunged at her, much like he did with Silvia.
His arms locked around her shoulders in the same manner, his mouth went to her neck just like before... but instead of a wet, noisy raspberry, Aster began kissing her there, soft and tender, all over—from her collarbone to the spot just behind her ear.
Nivalis hummed pleasantly at that, her strong arms curling around her baby boy and pulling him atop her, his flat chest against her large, squishy breasts, one of his legs going between hers. "My sweet pumpkin..." she murmured into his silver mess of curls, slurps and smacks of his kisses filling the silence.
Then a quiet groan came from the pine needles behind them, followed by a whiny, jealous-sounding voice. "How come I get the 'pfftrfrf' and mom gets all the 'mmm-ahhhh'?" Silvia complained, dragging herself over the bedding on her elbows, all to tickle his feet that dangled up in the air, the bare one.
That made the boy jerk and squeak, but not once did he let go of his mother's neck, his legs kicking uselessly in the air as he giggled into her skin. He mumbled something completely unintelligible that even Nivalis couldn't make out, all muffled against her warm skin, then went back to kissing her, a bit more sloppily this time thanks to the tickling.
Nivalis just chuckled at that and held her boy, her hands running slowly up and down his back, tracing the line of his spine with her fingertips, all the way down to that small, pale butt of his, which she couldn't help but give a little squeeze.
Silvia huffed behind them but eventually gave up on her tickling and instead just joined the cuddle, wiggling herself under her mother's left arm and up into her armpit. "It's so much better when it's just the three of us..." she mumbled, looking up at them both from the side, all snuggled and cozy.
With a soft hum in agreement, Nivalis tightened her hug, pulling both of her children as close to herself as she possibly could. "It is, sweetie," she whispered just before Aster's lips left her neck with a soft pop, and his face appeared out of her silver curls, right above hers.
Pink lips, all puffy and shiny, lowered onto her own a heartbeat later for a tender, shy kiss. "How's your shoulder?" she murmured into them, her left hand moving from his butt and over to the dark bruise there, touching it carefully.
He leaned back just enough to mumble, "Fine," then dove right back in for another kiss, longer this time, with a tiny bit of sucking at her lower lip. Nivalis let out a soft hum and, without breaking the kiss, began massaging the bruise gently, with just her fingertips. Silvia watched them with half-lidded, sleepy golden eyes, the warmth of the fire nearby licking at her small butt, but didn't say a thing.
A minute, two... then five passed like that, with the boy lying atop his mother and kissing her worries away, poking at her tummy with something very stiff and hot to the touch. "I was thinking..." Aster eventually breathed out, smacking their lips apart for a moment, "...how about we stay here for a day or two, and just... laze around? Until we eat that bread I got us," he suggested, a hopeful tone in his whisper.
Silvia began nodding furiously against her mother's side before he even finished speaking, her answer a muffled "Yesss..." that vibrated against the armpit.
Seeing that, it didn't take long for Nivalis to give in as well, her blue eyes meeting her boy's as she brushed a stray silver curl from his forehead. "Okay, sweetie. Let's do that," she whispered, licking her lips and tasting him there. "We'll stay here for a few days. No walking. Just us." Silvia let out a happy little squeak at that and wiggled herself even deeper into the cuddle, pressing her face into the side of her mother's breast.
A wide grin spread across the boy's face, and he dove back in for another kiss, his nose bumping against hers awkwardly, making both of them chuckle. As he smacked their lips together again and again, Nivalis's right hand slid down from his shoulder, over his back, and down to that small, squishy butt of his.
She gave it a light squeeze at first, then began exploring its softness, that little wrinkle where his butt met the thigh, a little dimple that appeared on one cheek whenever he tensed there, the small bump where the spine ended... she knew it all by heart. "Now, how about we..." she murmured a few sloppy moments later, "...quickly take care of that little problem down there and go to sleep?"
This time, it was Aster who nodded furiously. He pushed himself up from her warm embrace, his knees sinking into the soft bedding as he straddled her waist. Leaning back, the firelight caught the pale skin of his chest and the softness of his tummy as he presented himself to her. His boy-handle, pink and stiff, stood there proudly between his legs for her to grab, the tip of it peeking out from its foreskin.
He looked down at it, then at his mother, a shy, slightly expectant look in his golden eyes.
"Honey, could you...?" Nivalis hushed at the girl tucked under her arm, nodding towards the bag tucked in the corner of their burrow, all while grabbing her son's little length in her warm, soft hand. The first thing she did was smear the little bead of pre-cum that had gathered at the tip with her thumb, her touch making the boy twitch and gasp quietly. His testicles received her other palm's attention a second later, gently rolling the two small orbs—the Silverfrost's entire future—inside their smooth sack.
Silvia untangled herself from her mother's arms with a sleepy sigh, her small butt wiggling in the firelight as she crawled across the pine needles on all fours. She came back a few seconds later with that old bark cup of theirs and the rag they used for cleanup, then settled down beside them. "All set," she murmured, her golden eyes already glued to that small, stiff mushroom in their mother's hand.
A soft hum escaped Nivalis as she began the slow, familiar up-and-down strokes of her boy's length, with just the three fingers as always; he wasn't big enough for more. The foreskin followed her movements, slipping over the slick head and then back down again, revealing the pink tip only for a moment before hiding it away.
— "A-ah..." Aster breathed out above her, leaning even further back, pressing his hands into her thighs for balance, revealing that little pucker between his buttcheeks to the firelight.
She eyed it for a moment, then looked up at his face, at the way his lips parted with each quiet moan. Her thumb pressed gently against the sensitive underside of the head as her fingers worked, applying just the right amount of pressure to make his hips buck. Her other hand, the one holding his little sack, gave it a gentle tug, rolling the orbs between her fingers with a practiced tenderness.
Without any word whatsoever, Silvia leaned over the two of them and gathered a wad of spit in her mouth, then let it drool onto her brother's little length, making it all nice and slippery, like she often did for the last two months. The tip of her tongue peeked out from between her lips as she carefully aimed.
Ever since that 'lesson' of theirs, where she got Nivalis to show ways of taking care of their little doofus, she kept finding new little ways to join their nightly rituals. Mostly, it's just helping with cleanup and, like now, giving a little bit of spit to make it easier to tug and rub.
It took her a lot of effort to convince her mother to allow her this small role, a bunch of 'It's not that different from embroidery lessons' and a few dozen 'It will be our mother-daughter thing' type of speeches, sprinkled with 'Look how much he likes it' and 'You won't have to do it alone.' After a while, Nivalis relented, and now... now it was a thing.
"T-thank you... honey," Nivalis muttered to the girl without taking her eyes off Aster's twitching length, now coated with his sister's warm saliva. She began working it faster then, her wrist twisting slightly at the end of each stroke, making the boy's thighs tremble against her sides. His breath hitched, coming in short, sharp pants, the muscles in his stomach clenching and unclenching with each pass of her fingers. "Let's lie down now," she whispered after a few more strokes.
Gently, she pushed him off her waist and onto the bedding beside her, where Silvia had just been moments ago. He landed on his back with a soft plop, the pine needles rustling beneath him.
The moment he was down, the girl took the bark cup from the ground and shifted closer and snuggled into his right side, while Nivalis was on the left, her large, soft breasts squishing against his bony arm. After a bit of wiggling themselves comfortable, Nivalis picked up where she left off, her hand finding that slick, stiff boy-handle and beginning to work it again. Aster hummed at the wet sensation, his eyes fluttering shut as he lay between them.
The burrow went quiet then, save for the soft crackle of the fire and the squelchy, rhythmic sound of Nivalis stroking him. "This reminds me..." she murmured after a few dozen pumps, "Now that we're going to meet people, more the further south we go... we need to be careful." She paused, her gaze shifting between her daughter and son. "About this." She gave a slight nod toward the boy's penis glistening between her slick fingers. "No one can know we do things like this. Not a soul. We'll be in a lot of trouble if anyone finds out."
Silvia nodded against Aster's shoulder, her small arm wrapping around his waist. "We know, Mom," she whispered, her golden eyes briefly leaving her brother's member to meet her mother's serious gaze. Aster fluttered his eyes open and nodded as well, his breathing matching the rhythm of the strokes still happening down there.
After giving them a long, careful look, Nivalis eventually nodded as well. "Okay..." she whispered, her attention drifting back down to that small, stiff thing in her hand. "Okay." Then she went quiet, and the squelchy sounds returned, a little faster this time. That, and having both his sister and mother snuggled up against him, made it hard for Aster to hold back for long. Every warrior has their limits, and his was a little over a minute of this, almost a record.
The very moment his toes curled against the bedding, the two girls knew what was coming. "Ready," Silvia mumbled into his shoulder and moved the bark cup closer. Nivalis simply angled the stiff mushroom so it aimed right at the cup's opening, and a moment later, Aster's small testicles drew up tight against the base of his length with her next stroke, and then he came.
White, creamy spurt shot from the tip, landing with a distinct splat against the inside of the bark cup with force enough to make Silvia's hands jerk back a little. Another spurt followed, just as thick and creamy as the first, then another, four more after that, with each one getting weaker and weaker until just a little bit trickled out of him. A long, shuddering breath escaped Aster as he lay there, boneless and spent, between them.
Nivalis milked him for a few more moments, her fingers gently squeezing from the base to the tip, making sure to get every last drop out of him. "Good boy," she whispered, leaning in to give him a soft kiss on the temple. Then, Silvia did the same from the other side, smacking a loud, wet kiss right onto his flushed cheek. Aster just lay there, his chest heaving, unable to move, to think, to do anything but exist.
When Nivalis wiped his tip against the edge of the cup, Silvia took the cup away. "Lots today," she muttered, glancing inside, at the swirls of white against the dark bark. The smell of her little brother tickled her nose.
Nivalis hummed and gave Aster's softening length one last gentle squeeze before letting it go, her fingers finding their way to that old rag lying nearby, his old blindfold. She took it, then began cleaning her boy's limp penis and all around it with slow, gentle wipes, her other hand gently massaging the little ball sack to ease the ache after coming so much. The boy hummed pleasantly at that, a tiny, sleepy smile forming on his lips.
"Put it near the entrance, I'll clean it in the morning..." were the last few words he managed to catch, coming from his mother nearby. Then he just dozed off to the familiar sounds of the girls moving about their little burrow, the soft rustle of pine needles, the crackle of the fire, and the distant howl of the wind.