[Nivalis Silverfrost]
A soft groan that bordered on a moan escaped Nivalis, her pink, slightly chapped lips parting to let the sound out, her cheek squished against the flat chest of her son. It was early morning, so early that if there were a rooster anywhere nearby, it would've been cursing and grumbling in its coop about why the hell she woke up so early.
She was lying on her side, her face buried in her son's collarbone, her naked, grown-up body pressed against his prepubescent one, her arm thrown across his slender waist. Her long hair was all over her son's chest, the silver strands catching the orange glow of the slowly dying fire. 'Ugh... not again,' Nivalis whined in her sleepy mind, her blue eyes slowly cracking open.
They were in their dimly lit hut, with nothing but the branches and stacked snow keeping the freezing winter away from them. On the other side of the boy, Silvia was sleeping in the same lazy manner as her mother, the only difference being that her face was hidden in Aster's neck and her leg draped across his thighs. The girl was snoring softly into his silver mess of hair, her small chest rising and falling steadily against the boy's ribs.
Nivalis raised her head with a groan, rubbing sleep off her eyes with her knuckles before blinking a few times and looking over her sleeping children; the girl's butt almost touching the ashes of the fire behind her to get just a tiny bit warmer. Inhaling deeply, she slowly untangled herself from her son and crawled over the cuddling two, just enough so she could add a few more branches to the flames before the last embers went out.
The big pile of branches Aster had collected the day before was almost gone, used by her overnight as she had to wake up to feed the flames nearly every hour. But it was worth it when she saw her kids' peaceful faces and how warm and cozy they were each time she added more wood to the fire.
Once the fire began to burn and the warmth slowly started to rise again, Nivalis sighed and carefully crawled back over her boy, her hairless slit briefly hovering right above his semi-hard erection, yet another sign that the morning was upon them. With a little shiver, she flopped back down next to him and cuddled against his side again, placing her hand on his tummy and her head on his chest. 'Ugh... finally back,' Nivalis breathed out against his ribs.
However, unlike before, sleep wouldn't come to her anymore. Something always felt off: pine needles poked into her skin, the occasional crack of a twig in the fire startled her, or a gust of freezing wind found its way to the back of her neck. For a while, she tossed and shifted, unable to fall back asleep despite terribly wanting to, until it eventually woke the blindfolded boy up.
"Grrrmmm..." Aster groaned awake, his lips pursing into a displeased pout. He turned his head to the side, a slight frown on his forehead just above the strip of cloth, then to the left. Then again, to the right, panic suddenly began to creep into his sleepy mind. "I'm back in the tunnel?!" he squeaked in a terrified voice, his heart rate suddenly spiking beneath his mother's cheek.
Before he could get any louder and wake up his sister snoozing on his other side, Nivalis was quick to cup his face in her hand and shove it between her heavy, full breasts, a well-familiar warmth and softness embracing his blindfolded face. "Hush, sweetie... we are in our hut, outside," she murmured in a gentle, hushed voice, her delicate fingers stroking his messy silver hair to soothe him. She felt him inhale deeply, his nostrils filling with her scent as he nuzzled his face further into her cleavage. "I'm sorry I woke you up..." she added, a guilty look on her face.
After a few more moments of him sniffing her bosom, she pulled his head away from her breasts and looked down at his covered eyes. "You alright, honey?" she quietly asked, watching him nod against her palm.
"I-I... for a moment I thought it was a dream, us getting out," Aster whispered after a nervous gulp, his still-covered eyes staring into nothingness as she let his mother pat and shush him, like the scared kid he was.
After a few moments of him calming down, Nivalis finally managed to say something. "Let me take a look, okay?" she murmured, gently lifting his headwrap slightly, just enough to see one of his eyes, squinting against the orange glow of the flames. Even more carefully, she pulled his lower eyelid down to see how bad things were, using two fingers to do it. "A bit better than yesterday, but not by much... it still red all over," she muttered what she saw to him, her thumb wiping away the dried, crusty remains of tears from underneath. She did the same to the other eye by slipping her finger beneath the blindfold. "Does it still hurt?"
Shrugging a little, Aster pulled down his blindfold to cover them again and sighed. "A little," he quietly admitted, rubbing his eye through the cloth. It was the thing with Aster; Nivalis could never truly tell whether he was in pain. His "A little" could be either a scratch or a broken leg, and she would never know. "Is it time to get up?" the boy asked, yawning widely and stretching his legs out beneath his sister, making the whole bed of pine needles shift and crunch beneath him.
A guilty look returned to her face as she shook her head. "No, honey, not yet. Sleep a little more, okay?" she murmured, her fingers running gently through his messy silver hair, pushing it away from his forehead and kissing him there, softly, lovingly. Her hand then returned to his tummy, but instead of just resting on top of it, she let her fingers roam up and down the smooth flatness, her nails scratching at the skin ever so gently. Just like he loved.
A soft hum escaped the boy as his mother's hand roamed across his naked tummy, and he closed his eyes to enjoy the pleasant, faintly ticklish sensation. The fire crackled, the pines moaned in the wind, and the world was peaceful. Just perfect to fall back asleep. But instead, Aster's childish voice mumbled a quiet, "I don't think I can fall asleep again..." that was followed by another, bigger yawn.
A soft sigh escaped the woman's lips, and she gave him a sad smile. "Alright, let's just cuddle for a little longer then, okay? It's still very early..." Nivalis whispered, watching him nod before putting her head back down onto his bony chest, her eyes closing. Her fingers, however, kept moving, roaming and scratching across the boy's pale skin, for many long minutes that followed.
But, just when her hand stilled on his pale, slightly scratched belly, and she was beginning to drift back to sleep, Nivalis felt a bit of movement that brought her back to the world of living. His small hand shyly took hers by the wrist, and slowly, oh so gently, he dragged it downward across his tummy, past his navel, and just a bit lower until she felt his little, now properly hard penis poke into her palm. She didn't need to open her eyes to know that he was looking at her with an embarrassed, pleading expression as he waited for her to do something with that morning wood of his.
Without opening her eyes, Nivalis hummed sleepily as she wrapped her fingers around his young erection and began to stroke it in a gentle, motherly manner, the tip already wet and glistening. Over the course of the summer, it grew a little, but only a little; it now could be held by a whopping three fingers instead of just two. "Alright, honey... let's get you ready for the day, if you don't feel like sleeping anymore..." she murmured, feeling his heartbeat quicken beneath her cheek and in her fingers at her words. Unlike usual, however, she didn't hurry with her work, but instead took her time, stroking her sweet son's little penis in a slow, loving way that made him whimper and whine softly. A sound only a mother could make him produce.
To keep him quiet and not wake his sister, who was still sleeping peacefully on his shoulder, Nivalis raised her head just enough to press her soft, pink lips against his much smaller ones in a tender, loving kiss. "Be quiet, sweetie," she whispered against his lips before their mouths began to open and close against each other, almost in a tact to the movement of her wet fingers down there. His small nose bumped against her cheek when he nodded obediently.
When she felt those weird, jerky twitches of his penis that signaled he was getting close to his release, Nivalis stopped stroking him and instead moved down his shaft with her fingers all the way to his testicles, those two hairless, soft balls hanging beneath his twitching mushroom. With utmost care, she cupped them in her palm and began caressing them, rolling them around in the cradle of her hand, feeling them move and shift with each of his breaths.
And his breathing was heavy, his lips barely moving in their kiss, open in a silent gasp as she played with his balls. A soft whimper escaped him whenever she gave his sack a gentle tug, his little testicles stretching in her hand. It was hard to believe that the entirety of the Silverfrost dynasty lies in something so small and fragile, something that could be destroyed by a simple squeeze...
The moment was short-lived, however, as the woman's fingers returned to his shaft and with just three strokes and a gentle squeeze, Aster's body seized up. His toes curled and his back arched, his mouth locked in a long, muffled moan as milky ropes of his seed began to shoot from his pink head, landing directly into his mother's waiting palm that she managed to put under his shaft right before the first spurt came. "That's a good boy, let it all out..." Nivalis whispered, her lips brushing his as she spoke, smiling at her sweet son's orgasm face. "Let it all out for Mommy, just like that..."
A string of drool escaped from one corner of Aster's lips as his penis kept twitching in his mother's grasp, spurting his sticky, white sperm all over her palm, his little butt clenching, and his hips pushing against her hand. She licked the drool away with her big, slippery tongue, only to feel his much smaller one shyly meet hers, and a moment later, their wet muscles were sliding against each other in a sloppy, inexperienced manner.
Only when the last dribble oozed from the tip of his shaft, and his penis began to soften in her hand, did Nivalis slowly pull away from his flushed, panting face and look down at her hand. Now, it was full of her son's burning to the touch, sticky, young cum. As fertile as it could possibly get. Made just for her.
Just when she was about to reach for her bag and get those cum-wipes out, Nivalis remembered she used those yesterday as a makeshift blindfold for Aster's eyes. "Right..." she muttered under her breath, her gaze shifting between her sperm-covered hand and his exhausted face. Groaning, she got up and moved away from the boy, leaving him panting heavily, and shuffled over to the fire, trying her best not to spill anything on her way.
Once she was there, she held her palm above the flames and carefully let the white, gooey seed trickle down, plopping and sizzling in the embers. Her blue eyes watched with a strange fascination as her son's cum slid down her palm and fingers and into the coals and flames, becoming one with them.
Scooping up what refused to drip off her hand, she flicked the last string of the boy's sperm into the fire before shuffling back to her spot beside him, her soft body wiggling where it mattered the most with each movement of her knees. Getting out in the cold to wash her hands sounded like the most terrible idea to the sleepy mind, so she just wiped all the naughty wetness on the nearest pine needles; they won't be returning here anyway.
Lying back down beside him, Nivalis whispered a gentle, "Good job, honey," and immediately slid her slightly sticky, still-smelling fingers between her pale thighs to hide them from sight. Then, she nuzzled her face against his bony chest and sighed contentedly. "Was it nice?" the mother asked shyly. The smell of his semen still lingered in her nostrils, and the heat of his seed still felt on her palm. 'It's better to be nice, young man,' she mentally added.
Aster nodded and nuzzled against the top of her head. "Mm-hmm," he hummed, his voice sleepy, and Nivalis could tell he was smiling. "I feel like I owe you two boars now..." the boy mumbled, his hand gently stroking her side, his fingertips brushing against her ribs and the side of her breast, right where it connected with her torso.
Nivalis snorted and lightly pinched his side with those still-slightly-wet fingers of hers, making him giggle and squirm. "We'll be lucky to find a single rabbit in there, to be honest. Although the wind seems to be getting quieter, so maybe..." she muttered, her blue eyes watching the fire from the flatness of his chest, a slight frown of worry ruining her beauty. When Aster opened his mouth to say something, however, she continued, "And besides, with those eyes of yours... your only job will be to keep your sister and me warm. We'll do all the tracking and hunting. Alright?"
A soft, indignant huff came from Aster's lips that soon turned into a sigh of defeat. "Yeah, okay, I know," he muttered, making his scarred fingers disappear in the sea of her silver hair, only to scratch her scalp. "But I still get some of that humping time tonight, right?" he casually asked, his voice carrying a hint of sincere worry. A pinch that followed, no longer than a single heartbeat later, almost made him jump on the spot, his legs kicking the air.
...
A lazy puff of fog was the first thing that greeted Nivalis when she moved aside the heavy, snow-covered branches that were their makeshift door for their little hut and stepped outside right into the cold winter. The world of white surrounded her; a serene, untouched landscape stretched out as far as her squinting blue eyes could see, a pale hand shielding her eyes from the blinding light.
Her ragged tunic and pants that barely covered her pale body fluttered in the gentle breeze, her long, loose hair flowing with it, silver strands dancing just above her shivering butt. "Come on out, you two," Nivalis breathed out as she looked down at the small entrance, shivering at how cold it suddenly was without the comfort of the hut's fire. "It's a bit chilly but not too bad. At least the wind is gone," she forced herself to say. It was terrible.
Silvia was the first to crawl out of the narrow opening. The girl was dressed in the only piece of cloth she owned: her long, dirty cloak, now with a darned hole behind that hid that little butt of hers, with only her old boots beneath it. "Eeek!" the girl yelped the moment the cold, crisp air of the morning touched her, immediately making her whole body tremble. She was quick to pull her cloak tighter around her slender, naked form, her boots disappearing in the deep snow as she got on her feet. "Cold!" Silvia squeaked through all those shivers that rocked her body. "That was a lie!" Her squinty, golden eyes looked at her mother with pure betrayal in them.
Chuckling through her chattering teeth, Nivalis crouched down to help her blindfolded boy come out and get on his feet as well. Despite wearing a half-cloak that covered only his legs, Aster didn't seem bothered by the cold at all. So much so that he even picked up a bit of snow from the ground, rubbed his hands together before giving his face, neck, and chest a quick wash. The looks of pure horror that he got from his mother and sister were priceless, if only he could see them.
"Alright, alright, alright," Aster said, turning his head left and right in an attempt to orient himself, the droplets on his face glistening in the bright sun. "Show me where the bear is, I'll crush it and make a goblet out of its skull and a rug out of—" he started muttering, almost flexing muscles that weren't there at all, only to be cut off when his mother's strong hands picked him up like a child that he was and lifted him onto her back. He didn't even get a chance to struggle.
Ignoring his squeaky and a little outraged "Hey!" Nivalis shifted slightly until his weight rested comfortably on her back, his legs on her hips, and his arms around her neck. "Ugh, a year or two and I won't be able to lift you anymore... now shush and behave, young man," she muttered, feeling him groan and go limp against her, his forehead slumping against her shoulder. "That's my sweet boy," she smiled.
Turning her attention to her trembling, flushed daughter, Nivalis muttered a quiet, "Keep an eye on the bag, honey. It can slip off your shoulder while you walk, and you wouldn't even feel it," as she adjusted that small sack on the girl's shoulder that carried their only possessions. As little as they had, they couldn't afford to lose it.
Silvia wiped her running nose and nodded. "Okay," she muttered, clutching the strap tightly with her pale, already cold fingers. "How did we even run yesterday for so long?" she murmured, her golden eyes gazing up at the sun shining brightly in the clear, pale-blue sky, her expression brightening a little even though her eyes still stung a bit from the glare. No birds were chirping in the snow-covered trees, and no squirrels were hopping on the snow-covered branches; the world around them was strangely quiet and peaceful, nothing like yesterday.
Before making a single step away from their shelter, Nivalis decided to take a brief moment to use her Blessing and listen to the forest. As she closed her eyes, a quiet hum soon replaced the wind, growing stronger the faster her heartbeat raced, until all she could hear was the high-pitched, constant whirr in her ears. It made her head hurt a bit, as always.
Then, in an instant, the intense hum became an image; her brain translated the vibrations reaching her ears into the shapes of everything around her, from the tiniest pine needles to the biggest, oldest trees. A sharp, loud clap of her hands made the sound echo in all directions, the image in her mind growing more detailed the farther the echoes traveled, showing every little bump of snow and every little branch. Whenever they swayed in the wind, it added more details to her mental vision. But even with that, there was no life, no rabbits or mice, not even birds flying overhead. Nothing.
Her eyes fluttered open with a quick, heavy exhale, and her Blessing faded, letting the world of light and sight replace that of darkness and sound. Nausea and a wave of dizziness washed over her immediately, her knees almost buckling at how intense it was, but Silvia quickly pressed her small frame against her side to steady her. "Thanks, honey," Nivalis breathed out as she caught herself and gave her daughter's silver head a gentle pat. Inhaling deeply, she whispered, "My Blessing, it's incredible here in the open... There's no way anyone would sneak on us now." Her voice was shaky, her body trembled, and her heart thumped hard in her chest, yet a smile spread on her pink lips.
Aster's blindfolded head perked up from her shoulder at those words. "I told you it would be useful outside as well," he muttered, smiling as well. "Anything?" he asked, hope filling his voice, only for that hope to be crushed by his mother's slow, apologetic shake of her head.
— "Nothing, for now," Nivalis answered in a hushed whisper, turning her head at the rising sun that peeked from above the trees. "East," she simply said, her voice barely audible over the crunch of snow beneath her feet as she made a single step forward, her daughter still clinging to her side, making twice as many steps to keep up. Without another word, the three of them left their hut forever behind and disappeared in the sea of white.