[Nivalis Silverfrost]
Setting the empty jar aside, the only words that Nivalis found to say about their dinner were a quiet, "Well, we've had it worse." She leaned back into the hay, letting out a tired sigh, and pulled her children with her. Two hums of agreement came from them as they snuggled close in the bed, this time with Aster, their sleepy doofus, being the one in the middle. The hay rustled underneath them as they got comfortable, Silvia's slender leg hooked over his, while Nivalis wrapped her arm around them both.
For a few minutes, they just lay there like that, all warm and cozy in their little nest, listening to the muffled roar of the wind outside, the crackle of their little fire, and the occasional creaks and groans of the old barn. For the first time in days, they were fine. Not hungry, not freezing, not running away from something straight from a nightmare. Just... fine.
Nivalis was the one to break the silence when she noticed the boy was about to doze off, "Thank you, my love, for keeping us warm today." She gave him a soft kiss on the forehead, a bit wet from a little wipe she gave him a moment ago, followed by a whisper, "I don't know what we would've done without you."
A sweet smile found its place on his lips as he looked up at her and murmured back, "You're very welcome, Mom." One more kiss, this one on the tip of his nose, made his face scrunch up in the most adorable way.
Overhearing that, Silvia murmured a sleepy, "Yeah... t-thank you," from the other side of him, her hand giving his bony hip a little squeeze. After a short pause, she shifted, and her golden eyes looked up at him with that hopeful look he could never say no to. "Could you do that mist thingy of yours...? It's a bit chilly," she hushed, then her voice trailed off for a second before adding in a tiny voice, "Pwease?"
But this time, he had to. "There's no mana left. Like, at all," Aster whispered back, the firelight making the gold in his irises glow as he shook his head, a tired, apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry," he added, so quietly, so miserably, that it made Silvia feel bad for even asking, the hopeful wiggle of her hips disappearing with his words.
Her head lifted from his shoulder, golden eyes looking over his chest to their mother in the dim firelight. After a short pause, she hushed ever so quietly, "Should we... I dunno, reward him or something? The thing he likes," she said, giving a shy nod downwards at his limp, sleepy boy bits. "He did a lot today..." she added.
Even though she tried her best to be sneaky about it, with how close Aster was, he heard it. Heard and went all happy and blushy between them, even though he still looked exhausted as ever and a blink away from falling asleep.
A long, tired sigh came from Nivalis at the suggestion, her blue eyes looking down at her troublemaker of a son, scanning that tired, hopeful little face of his. "Honey, you're not even..." she whispered, her left hand moving from around their shoulders and sliding down, down his ribs and the curve of his waist, all the way to the small thing between his thighs. Not even a hint of stiffness there. "...hard," she murmured the naughty word, her fingertips gently lifting the soft length and letting it fall back onto his thigh.
He wiggled his hips a little in response, pushing that sleepy thing of his back into the warmth of her fingers. "Please," was all he murmured, his golden eyes barely open as he looked up at her.
"Or perhaps..." Silvia breathed before Nivalis could respond, her hand moving onto his belly, fingertips tracing the outlines of his ribs as she added playfully, "...maybe we should tickle him instead, hm?" With that, she leaned in and pressed her mouth into the side of his neck, blowing a soft raspberry against his skin, not a strong one, but just enough to tease him.
That got a cute flinch and yelp from the boy, a sleepy giggle following as he tried to protect his neck from her with his weak arms. "N-nooo... s-stahhhp...!" he whined between her blows.
Nivalis chuckled at the sight and couldn't help but tease him a little herself. "Yeah, that might be more fun," she murmured and gave his small testicles a playful tickle with just the tips of her fingers, light as a feather, as it was the Silverfrost's line future down there. The way he squirmed and giggled between them, with his legs kicking weakly at the hay, was the most adorable thing she'd seen in a while. Her cheeks actually hurt from all the smiling it caused her.
For a minute, they kept up their little tickle attack, with Nivalis's fingers dancing over his small, hairless sack and Silvia's lips doing that silly blowing thing against his neck. Both girls were laughing along with his sleepy giggles, the three of them a happy, wriggling pile in the hay.
The moment he showed first signs of it becoming too much for him, they stopped immediately and just cuddled him instead, letting him catch his breath. "P-please, mom?" Aster repeated his plea after a moment of panting, the gold in his eyes meeting the blue of hers.
For a moment, Nivalis didn't say a thing and just fondled his soft, delicate sack, the skin there smooth and warm, the little orbs moving about under her fingertips. Nothing but the silence of a tired, thinking mother.
Then, she gave a slow, tired nod. "Alright, my love," she whispered, giving his bony chest a little kiss, after which she rested her cheek on it and looked down at his naughty bits. Nivalis felt his ribs move in an excited breath as she moved her hand from his sack and up to the small shaft, her thumb and forefinger lifting it gently once more from his thigh.
"You're welcome," she heard Silvia whisper to the sleepy boy, but pretended she didn't and just focused on his boy bits, those soft, tender, pale little things that needed their mommy's care. Her fingers began to slowly, very slowly stroke his length, pulling the loose foreskin back and forth over the soft tip, again and again, with not much of a result.
A minute, two minutes went by like that, with her gently trying to get him up, but nothing happened. The thing in her hand remained soft and sleepy, no matter how she rubbed, squeezed, or tugged at it; he was just too drained from the long day for any naughtiness. It was when Nivalis was about to give up and call it a night that help came, from her little silver-haired assistant of a daughter.
Silvia, who had been gathering saliva in her mouth the entire time, sat up in the hay and leaned over the two of them, with her hand on his thigh for support. Then, she drooled a whole lot of it right onto her brother's soft length and the fingers around it, warm, slimy spit coating it all instantly. "Here," the girl breathed, then settled back into the hay, as if it was the most normal thing for a sister to do, to help her mother get her brother hard.
A sigh through the nose was Nivalis's only reaction to that, not surprised in the slightest, as it wasn't the first time it had happened. 'How had she talked me into letting her help with these things...?' she asked herself yet again, watching her daughter's saliva glisten in the firelight, all over her fingers and her son's penis.
It just happened one night, during that mother-daughter lesson of theirs, and since then... since then, it's been a thing they do. "T-thank you, sweetie," was all she found the strength to say, her wrist twisting a little as she began to spread the foamy drool over the delicate shaft, making it all nice and slippery.
Lewd, wet sounds began to fill the quiet barn, each up and down movement of her fingers making a tiny squelch. That pink, delicate head kept appearing and disappearing beneath the foreskin she pulled back, a shy, little thing that refused to wake up.
— "Come on, my love... show mommy how big and strong you are," Nivalis murmured into his chest after another minute of nothing but softness in her fingers. It wasn't often she had to encourage him like this; usually, it was the opposite problem she had to deal with, him being unable to get soft.
Before she could add another whisper, Aster's small hands moved from the hay and onto her shoulders, trying to pull her up from his chest for some reason. But they were too weak for that, shaking and trembling from the effort, so she just went with his hands and shifted herself, fingers not stopping their up-and-down movements. "What's wrong?" she hushed once her face was above his, her large, soft breasts squished against his flat chest.
He didn't answer her, not with words. Instead, he wrapped his trembling arms around her neck and pulled her face down even more, all until their lips bumped into each other's. "H-honey..." she tried to protest, but his lips were already smacking against hers, soft and clumsy and oh so needy, not letting her say a thing.
While Nivalis didn't mind kissing her baby boy, doing it while her fingers were around his... thing felt a bit too much, a little too naughty for a mother to do. It didn't happen very often, them kissing while she was taking care of him, even less so in front of her daughter. Whenever he got this needy, she usually just gave him a teat to suck on, not her mouth.
A peek with her blue eyes to the side confirmed that the girl was just lying there, watching them, her golden eyes half-lidded and fixed on their mouths, then on her wet fingers around his length. Nivalis shook her head right away and broke the kiss. "A-ast... not..." she breathed, but he just whined and tightened his hold on her neck, bringing her back in for another one, even needier than the last.
When Nivalis tried to pull away once more, this time with a bit more force, Silvia spoke up from the side, her tiny voice cutting through the lewd squelching sounds, "I have an idea." When both of them turned to look at her, with their lips still locked together, she cleared her throat and continued, "You take care of him down there, and I'll do the kissing. This way, he gets both things, and you don't have to feel bad. And I get to help. Everybody wins." A proud, happy little smile appeared on her face as she said that, like she had just solved the biggest problem in the world.
A loud smack echoed through the quiet barn as Aster broke the kiss and began nodding furiously under her, before she could even process the words, his golden eyes sparkling. Licking her lips, tasting him there, Nivalis looked down at her boy for a moment, at that hopeful, flushed face of his, then at her daughter, who was already leaning in to take her place.
A quiet, resigned sigh left her, what felt like the hundredth one today. "Alright, but keep it... decent. If I see tongue, I'll spank you both so hard you'll forget how to sit," Nivalis breathed out, not quite believing she was allowing this. What she did believe was that today she couldn't handle both kissing and milking her son at the same time. That was just too much.
"Okay," Silvia whispered, and moved closer, her small hands resting on Aster's shoulders as she leaned over him, then slid around his neck when their flat chests met. "Okay," she repeated, much quieter this time, before her lips found his. Just a soft, shy peck, then another one, each not any different than a goodnight kiss they shared often, with their silver hair mixing as their heads moved.
Nivalis watched them for a while, making sure it stayed 'decent,' her blue eyes studying the way their lips met, then parted, and how their heads tilted. When she was sure it was all fine, she returned her attention to the little thing in her fingers. It was a bit stiffer now, a little fuller, but still not fully hard, not yet.
A soft sigh escaped her, her thumb smearing Silvia's saliva over the tip as she continued to stroke him slowly. A quiet, wet smack came from the children, then another, as their lips met again and again, while the rhythmic squelching of her movements kept them company. Occasionally, Nivalis looked at them to check on things, but their kissing remained innocent enough, with no tongue involved and no more than a few seconds of contact at a time.
It took a few minutes of that dual care before she finally felt it, a proper throb in her fingers, then another, as the boy's length began to grow. "There we go," she whispered in relief, watching the foreskin stretch over the growing head, the veins becoming more prominent under the delicate skin. Another throb, stronger this time, and soon enough, that boy-handle of his was as stiff as it could be, pink and demanding, pointing at her face.
She quickened her pace just a little, her fingers sliding up and down freely in the slippery saliva, making the boy whimper into the kiss he had with his sister. His legs shifted in the hay, one foot digging into the softness of it, the other pushing against her thigh, both twitching a little with each of her downward strokes. "That's it, honey... let it all out," she cooed quietly, trying not to think too much about her daughter kissing him while she was doing this.
But it was impossible not to, especially when she noticed his scarred hand leave the hay and settle on Silvia's small butt, giving it a little squeeze with each moan into her mouth. The pale flesh there gave way under his palm, then returned to its previous shape when he relaxed his grip. Her voice instantly changed from the caring mother to the stern one, "Hand off her butt, young man." Her fingers tightened around the stiff length as a warning.
The boy responded with a quiet whimper, but slid his hand away from his sister's softness and onto the curve of her lower back, all while their lips kept smacking together, their silver heads tilting this way and that. Nivalis let out a quiet sigh, her fingers loosening their grip and returning to the steady, slippery rhythm she had going there before.
The barn went quiet for a minute once more, save for the fire crackling, the wind howling, the wet smacks of sister kissing her doofus brother, and the lewd squelching of mother milking her needy son. Then, a familiar shift in Aster's breathing, a series of quick, shallow pants against Silvia's lips, and a frantic, desperate push of his hips into her fingers. His testicles drew up tight, and in the very next moment, Nivalid found herself watching the white cream shoot out of him.
Spurt after spurt of it, he began to empty all the naughtiness directly into her waiting palm, coating her fingers in that burning-to-the-touch, sticky mess of his. There was no their bark cup nearby, and Silvia was busy kissing him to bring it, so she had to catch it all herself, just like in the old days. His testicles kept shifting with each shot, pushing more and more of that white, ropey boy-milk out of him, until nothing was left but a weak little trickle.
For a handful of heartbeats, Nivalis didn't move her hand away and just massaged those spent orbs of his gently, soothing the ache that must've been there after such a big release, as well as coaxing the last few drops out of him.
The smell of him filled her nostrils, one so unique, young, and fertile that she couldn't mistake it for anything else but her son. Made just for her. "That's a good boy," she whispered at the once more limp thing in her fingers, watching the milky pool in her palm shimmer in the firelight.
The soft sounds of kissing gradually faded away until only the boy's gentle snores broke the silence. "A-and he's already out..." Silvia whispered as she pulled back slightly, her golden eyes studying Aster's peaceful face for a moment before shifting to the mess in their mother's hand. "Whoa... yeah, he needed that. L-lots today," she added, her lips still a bit swollen from all that kissing.
Nivalis hummed her agreement as she carefully pulled her fingers away from the boy's limp length. Moving slowly so she wouldn't spill anything, she got up from the nest and shuffled on her knees toward the fire that kept crackling in the dirt floor.
There, her breasts jiggled beautifully as she leaned over, their pale softness catching the firelight, and let the warm cream drip into the flames. With a quiet sizzle, the naughtiness was gone, burned away to nothing. "Phew, all done," she sighed to no one in particular and turned back, fully expecting to find her children cuddling in the hay.
But what greeted her instead was the sight that made her breath hitch. Aster was still asleep, lying there on the cloak with not a single muscle moving; that was normal. What wasn't was his sister's hand around his soft penis, the rag in her other one. Silvia was on her knees, busy wiping at the boy's limp length and the little sack beneath it, getting him clean instead of her doing it. "For the love of... Wha- what are you..." Nivalis breathed out as she hurried back to the bed, her bare knees shuffling against the hay.
"What?" the girl asked, busy wiping the pink tip of her brother's soft penis with the corner of the rag, her left hand keeping his foreskin gently pulled back. "It's my fault he made such a mess on your hand, so it's only fair that I clean it up," she explained, finishing up with a few gentle wipes around the base of his shaft, leaving the boy all nice and clean down there. "And he's asleep anyway, so..." The girl shrugged, reaching out for her mother's sticky palm, and began cleaning that as well.
A sigh that Nivalis let out was one of pure, utter exhaustion. She watched her daughter wipe away the last of the mess, then toss the spent rag aside into the hay. "T-thank you, sweetie... but please, don't..." was all she managed to say before she collapsed back onto the cloak beside them, her head finding a comfortable spot on a soft bunch of hay.
Too tired to say more, too exhausted to even think about what just happened, all she did was pull her children into her arms, their small, warm bodies fitting perfectly against hers. "Sleep," she commanded quietly, and the girl obediently did just that.
The wind kept howling outside, the old barn groaned as the storm pushed at its walls, but none of that disturbed the little family in their cozy nest, with nothing to worry about but the dreams to come. Just for tonight, everything was fine.