[Nivalis Silverfrost]
The harsh northern wind kept biting at the delicate tips of her elven ears that peeked from her silver locks, turning them red and numb. Her nose fared little better, making her look like a cute reindeer. Her warm breath fogged in the cold, winter air as she sat on the snowy shore, trembling in her patched-up tunic, pants that barely held together, and old boots that even a poor farmer wouldn't want.
At her side were the two loves of her life, Aster and Silvia, who were doing the same as she was—staring at the fishing hole they had made in the thick ice, just a few steps into their mini-lake. Snowflakes drifted lazily around them, sticking to their hair and eyelashes, some melting against their warm, flushed skin.
At their feet, a small fire crackled weakly, doing very little against the cold, flames fluttering as if they were about to die. Small mounds of snow surrounded them in a half-circle, their attempt at shielding themselves and their little fire from the wind that kept picking up. Two crude spears lay on the ground near Nivalis and Aster, and one sharp icicle for Silvia, waiting for that one, stupid, unlucky fish.
"I hate fishing," came a quiet, grumpy whisper from the girl, her face buried deep within the collar of her thin, worn-out cloak. Her golden eyes, squinting against the bright glare of the sun on the snow, watched the dark, unmoving water of the opening in the ice. "My butt is freezing. And my hands. My everything is freezing. And there are no fish."
A chuckle from both Nivalis and Aster followed, their eyes turning toward the little bundle of grumpiness. "One more, sweetie. We get just one more fish, and we'll go back home," Nivalis said in a soft, gentle voice, with a slight tremble in it from the cold. She added a few more sticks to their pathetic little fire, stirring it until a bit more warmth bloomed out, earning a grateful hum from her daughter.
For the past three days, this had been their routine. Waking up, eating some leftover pork from Aster's boar, making holes in the ice, and then sitting for hours, occasionally tossing in some bait in hopes that a fish would swim by. There was undoubtedly a better way to do it, but it worked well enough—if incredibly boring, and as Silvia put it, "butt-freezing."
They had managed to catch six so far, not exactly a feast as each fish was no bigger than her palm, but it was better than nothing. Five were back at their icy home, being smoked to dry for the long journey ahead, while the sixth one, gutted and scaled, was lying nearby, freshly caught.
"You said that two hours ago..." Silvia quietly mumbled back, scooching closer to the fire and pulling her knees tighter to her chest. "Could it be we caught them all? Maybe there are no more left here," she then added, her voice barely audible over the howl of the wind, her eyes darting between her mother's and brother's faces.
Nivalis just smiled at her daughter's whining and patted her on her clothed shoulder. "One more hour, okay? If nothing happens by then, we'll go." A disappointed sigh came from Silvia, who reluctantly nodded and turned her attention back to the water, her hands held out toward the fire.
"Promise? I just want to make sure it doesn't stretch into three hours or something," Aster muttered in that over-dramatic, thoughtful tone she had grown to know very well over the past two days. "I never thought about it before, but... It's what I admire most about you, Mom. When you make a promise, it's like it's set in stone, y'know? Just wanted you to hear that," he added, and she could feel his intense, golden eyes boring into the side of her face.
"Yeah... me too," Silvia agreed with a nod and a shy little smile. "That's actually pretty cool."
It took all her willpower not to roll her eyes at that, a long, heavy sigh escaping her lips instead. Any other day, her heart would have swelled with pride at such a beautiful compliment from her children. But not today. Not for the last few days, to be exact. She knew why he said that, what he was trying to do with those words. Yet another subtle hint about... that promise. The so incredibly foolish, ridiculous promise she thought he had completely forgotten about. But he hadn't.
If on the first day, when they only arrived, she was genuinely oblivious about him waiting for that... gift, by the second one, she began to suspect things. His constant, overly casual comments about the importance of keeping promises, the longing looks he kept giving her whenever they were alone for more than a minute, and the massages that lasted longer than they should have. It didn't take long for her to understand what he wanted, much to her horror.
Although she had gone through it before, out of pure necessity, the very thought made her want to bury herself in a hole of her own making. It was just so wrong, so messed up. Ever since they got out of that hellhole, she found herself struggling to help with his... boy-needs... with just her hand, her heart aching every time from the guilt that always came with it. But pleasuring him with her mouth, just because it was his birthday? 'Oh, dear gods...' she thought with a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold.
And there it was. Another one. For what felt like the hundredth time this day alone. Hiding her turmoil behind a smile that probably looked as forced as it felt, Nivalis reached out and ruffled her son's silver hair, trying her hardest to pretend not to know why he said what he said. "Well, that's very sweet of you, honey... I try my best," she managed to say as she forced herself to meet his gaze. "And yeah, just one hour. I promise," she added, the last word catching in her throat like a fishbone.
She then planted a quick kiss on his flushed cheek. The boy squinted his golden eyes at her as if trying to determine whether she knew. After a few tense seconds of that, he opened his mouth to say something, but was immediately cut off by his sister, thankfully. "I see something!" the girl squeaked, her small hand instinctively reaching for the icicle she'd previously made, her eyes wide at the dark water below.
Nivalis and Aster followed her gaze, and indeed, there was something. Just a little darker shape, slowly moving just beneath the surface, barely visible in the gloomy depths. The three of them jumped to their feet as one, Aster grabbing his crudely made spear from the ground—just a stick with a deadly sharp tip made of ice, and positioned himself over the hole, Silvia right next to him with her icicle. Nivalis did the same with her spear on the other side of the opening, their shadows cast long across the ice by the low-hanging sun.
Being completely silent, Nivalis began to count down on her fingers, her blue eyes never leaving the dark shape that continued to swim lazily just below. When she lowered her last finger, Silvia's icicle shot down into the water with unnerving speed and an even more unnerving whistling sound, piercing it without causing any ripples.
Not waiting a single heartbeat to see if she had hit, Aster's and Nivalis's hands moved in perfect synchronization, the sharp tips of their weapons cutting through the water with a loud splash, the noise echoing through the cove.
A strange, heavy silence fell right after, cut only by the whistling of the wind through the trees. Aster was the first to pull his spear out, empty, water dripping from the icy tip onto the snowy ground at his feet. Nivalis pulled hers out next, also empty. Their eyes stared intently at the water for any more movements, but there were none, only their reflections and the sky above, distorted by the ripples they had made.
When the water calmed, and they saw that it was tinted red, Silvia let out a quiet, triumphant squeak. A high five from Aster followed immediately. "Good job, my loves," Nivalis praised them both as she began to swirl her spear through the water, searching for the fish with it. Her brows knitted the more she struggled to find it, feeling only the slimy bottom of the lake.
Seeing that his mother wasn't finding anything, Aster also plunged his spear into the water and began searching from his side. Much to her relief, a quiet, happy hum came a moment later, and then Aster knelt near the edge and quickly reached down into the cold water with his scarred hand.
His face scrunched in disgust as his fingers closed around the slimy, slippery thing. A moment later, he lifted it out of the water by its gills, the size of his entire forearm. Its silvery scales shimmered in the afternoon light, still twitching weakly despite the massive hole in its side where it had been struck through.
"Ew..." Silvia squeaked when Aster held it up to her face, earning a chuckle from both Nivalis and him. The way her nose scrunched up was just too adorable.
He then dropped it onto the snow, where it wiggled for a few more moments before going completely still, staring at them with its dead, glassy eye. It was hard to tell what kind of fish it was, since no one in their little family knew much about fishing. To them, fish was just fish, and as long as it filled their bellies, that's all that mattered.
Clapping her hands together once, Nivalis quietly hummed and said, "Good job, honey. Let's get this beauty cleaned and go back home. My butt is freezing as well." She grabbed the fish by its tail and lifted it from the ice, then hurried back to their little fire at the shore. Like a pair of wobbly, clumsy penguins, the kids waddled after her.
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Back in the warmth of their little snow hut, when the sun was already painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, when the newly caught fish was left to smoke with the others, and their bellies were full of roasted pork once more, Nivalis found herself sitting near the fire with a cup of steamy pine tea in her hands. Green needles swirled lazily inside it.
It didn't taste any good, leaving her mouth tingling with bitterness, but it was warm, and that's all she cared about right now. A moment of quiet, a cup of tea—however awful it was—and a fire nearby were just what she needed after a long day of buzzing around with work like a bee... all for just two fish.
Her long, silver hair cascaded all over her naked chest, back, and shoulders, still half-wet and wavy from the quick snow bath they had all taken together to wash away the fishy smell and the sweat of the day. The very memory of how cold it was made her shudder ever so cutely and gulp down another mouthful of that nasty tea.
Some locks spilling over her heavy breasts that were bare for all to see, the firelight licking at the pink nipples that peeked from behind the silver curtain, hips wide and soft and slightly bony at the same time, pillowy thighs tucked beneath her. A tad of pinkness peeked from between her legs, as innocent-looking as it was inviting.
On the other side of the flames, Silvia lay on her tummy, snoring softly at the fire in front of her face. Her hair was just as wavy and wet as hers, covering her underdeveloped body all the way down to that soft little butt of hers, as pale as the snow it was rubbed with just moments ago. Her tiny arms were tucked under her flat chest, making her little shoulder blades stick out.
As for Aster, he had just stepped outside to do some peeing and pooping before bedtime, so it was just her and the fire for a moment. 'I need to wash those tomorrow...' Nivalis thought, glancing at her old, tattered tunic and pants lying in a heap nearby, dirty and smelling of fish, waiting to be put on again in the morning.
She grimaced at the thought before taking another sip from the crude cup. 'And we should probably try fishing at the main lake next time and see if it's any better. Find some place where we wouldn't be so exposed...' Her head bobbed slowly as she stared into the flames.
The sound of the rustling branches of their door and the crunching of snow pulled her from her daydreams. Aster pushed his silver head and naked torso inside, shaking himself from side to side like a wet dog and sending snow flying all over the entrance. "Brrr... it's getting terrible outside. I think the snowstorm is coming," he muttered, his voice quieter with every word once he noticed that his sister was already asleep.
He then took off the half-cloak he wore around his hips and tossed it onto the pile of dirty clothes she had just been looking at. His young, hairless boyhood jiggled cutely as he kicked his boots off and closed the entrance behind him, plunging them once more into the cozy world of just the three of them.
Her heart immediately gave a little flutter of panic when she realized that she was alone with him now. There was no way he would miss such a chance to bring up the promise. "Let's hope it won't be a long one," Nivalis muttered before gulping down the rest of her pine tea in one go, her throat bobbing as she did so.
Placing the empty cup down next to her, she decided to do the same thing she did yesterday and the day before—pretend to be very, very tired. There was no way she would... do the thing... no. No way. And it wasn't that far from the truth anyway; she was exhausted.
When she heard his quiet, careful steps get closer, Nivalis mumbled the laziest possible, "Unnngh... I'm sooo... tired..." and then groaned, stretching her arms above her head as far as they could go, making her large breasts lift and flatten against her ribs as she arched her back. Another lazy groan left her lips, followed by an even longer, more dramatic yawn. "I think I'll just close my eyes... for a bit..." she muttered, covering her mouth with the back of her hand, and then, ever so slowly, she got on all fours and began to crawl towards her daughter.
A soft, thoughtful, "Hmm..." from her boy followed, right before his small hand landed on her left shoulder, stopping her from going any further. A trickle of sweat ran down her forehead as she froze mid-crawl, her butt raised slightly in the air, wiggling from the effort of trying not to fall over. "I know that you know," came a whisper a heartbeat later, not accusing nor even angry... just a simple fact.
Nivalis's breath hitched in her throat as she slowly turned her head to the side to face him, her long silver hair sliding off her shoulder. "Know what, sweetie?" she tried, her face locked in that sweet, innocent smile she had been practicing for the last two days. However, when the boy gave that 'come on, seriously?' look, it faltered immediately. With a long, heavy sigh, she slumped back down to where she had previously sat, her butt squishing against the pine needles.
Without uttering a word, Nivalis locked her hands around the boy's waist and pulled him onto her lap with his legs to the side, her face still locked in a wincing, nervous expression. A long moment of silence followed, the crackle of the fire and the howl of the wind outside being the only sounds as they simply sat there, mother and son, as naked and awkward as could be.
After a few more minutes of that, with Aster patiently waiting the whole time, Nivalis finally found the words, "...I can't do it, honey. I'm sorry," her voice getting quieter with each one. "Ever since we got out of those caves, I... it's been hard for me. Even... with my hand. I was actually considering returning to the whole humping business we used to do... It was easier, I think. And... the thing you're asking? I know I promised, but I... can't. I'm sorry."
It was then Aster's turn to fall silent for a long while, just staring at the mesmerizing flames dancing before them as he struggled to find the right words. When he finally looked at her again, his big golden eyes looked sad, not a hint of anger or demand in them. "If you don't want to or find it disgusting or something..." he began, his voice quiet and shaky, his eyes darting to her puffy lips for a short moment, "...that's fine, Mom. I-I... I don't want it if it makes you feel bad. It's not how I want it."
Nivalis began shaking her head left and right the moment 'disgusting' slipped past his mouth. Her blue eyes drifted downwards to his pale thighs, to the place where his small boyhood lay, not a single hair to hide it from her gaze. Shy and soft, like everything else about him at that moment. "No, honey. It's not... not that," she said, touching those fragile testicles of his with just her fingertips.
Watching for a moment how they tightened ever so slightly under her gentle touch, she added, "It's not disgusting, I swear. As far as boys go, you're actually very cute down there...—wait," Nivalis suddenly paused, frowning at the little thing between her fingers. "Why is it so cold?" she then asked a moment later, cupping his softness into her palm and feeling just how cold it was to the touch.
A bit of color rushed to his cheeks at her questions and touch, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he finally managed to utter a quiet, "I-I might have put it into the snow for a little while to... you know... last longer?" while looking everywhere but at her. Her fingers flicked at his forehead a sigh later, causing him to flinch and shriek adorably. "Understandable," was all he added as he rubbed the stinging spot with his scarred hand.
Nivalis couldn't help but let out a quiet snort at that. "Silvia was right. You are a doofus," she mumbled with a shake of her head as her fingers began to softly rub his small sack and that wrinkled shaft, trying to bring some warmth back into them.
They both watched as his sleepy boyhood got squished and stretched, his foreskin occasionally pulled over the tip, and then released with a cute little snap. When it came to playing with his boy bits, she showed no signs of guilt that often tormented her. She couldn't help it. It was just... different; there was something incredibly innocent and addictive to it.
For a minute, neither of them spoke. Nivalis just kept warming him with her hand, her movements slow and gentle, while Aster watched her do it with a shy smile, his hips wiggling every now and then. Whenever she tried to squish that little, pink mushroom of his with her thumb until it disappeared from sight, he squirmed the most as it made him look like a girl down there, much to her silent enjoyment.
It was only when she felt a faint twitch under her fingers that she snapped back to reality and stopped her gentle playing. But before even a flicker of guilt could appear in her eyes, Aster shifted in her lap and wrapped his skinny arms around her neck in a warm, loving hug, his flat chest pressed against her heavy breasts. "Before you completely say no to my... birthday gift... can we try something? I think I have medicine for your guilty feelings," he murmured, his lips moving closer and closer to her big, oh so incredibly puffy ones. When they brushed—barely there—he added, "Let me know if it works."
A soft, confused "Mmm?" escaped her as he kissed her. Slowly. Tenderly. Their lips met in the lightest pressure, warm as the crackling fire beside them, his ribs expanding against her breasts and pressing them just slightly flatter. Her hand stayed on his hairless crotch, his penis lying warmly against her palm, her forearm occasionally brushing against his pale thighs that moved restlessly atop her own.
How that would help her with her guilt, Nivalis didn't know. But it was such a sweet and silly way of trying to convince her that she couldn't find it in herself not to play along, even if just for a moment. With a soft smile against his lips, she responded just as tenderly, matching his slow, gentle movements, while his ugly fingers combed through her silver hair at the back of her neck. "You taste like pine," he muttered at some point against her mouth, earning himself a breathy chuckle from her.
For the next minute or two, they kissed in comfortable silence, with soft, smacking sounds coming from their connecting lips. When it started to feel a little too long for her liking, she mumbled a quiet "Okay, I think that's enough—" while trying to pull away gently, but Aster didn't allow that to happen.
His skinny arms tightened around her neck ever so slightly before whispering, "If you say that, it only means there's not enough medicine yet, Mom. Trust your healer." Then, he tilted his head to the side and shyly licked her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, as if asking for permission. A long sigh followed from her nose before he got one, and his eager little tongue slithered past his lips and hers, into her warm, pine-flavored mouth.
Over and over again, she felt his small tongue try to coax her big one to move after it, out of the cave it was hiding in and into his. When it worked, and her tongue shyly followed his right back into his own mouth, he immediately trapped it with his soft lips and began to suck.
Slurping sounds filled the entire hut as his silver head bobbed along the length of her pink muscle, its tip reaching all the way to the back of his throat, where it got squished by his contracting muscles. His pink lips slid back and forth, tears glistening in his eyes as he gagged around it occasionally when he pushed too far. "S-see? Like this, it's not that hard..." he heaved when he released her for a breather, his entire chin covered with rivers of saliva, dripping down between their chests.
Not allowing her to utter a single word in response, Aster leaned back into a kiss and coaxed her tongue back into his mouth again, repeating the whole thing all over. Nivalis didn't fight him, letting him suckle on her tongue for as long as he wanted, gently caressing his testicles all the while; she didn't even realize when she started.
For a long while, they just sat there kissing, swapping spit, playing with each other's tongues like it was the most natural thing to do for a mother and son. If, at first, Nivalis felt pangs of guilt with every wet smack of his small lips against her big ones, with each new one, the pang became weaker and weaker... until it was almost gone. By the end of their kiss, she didn't feel tormented by those feelings that always haunted her when she tried to pleasure her boy, just a faint hint of them that she easily ignored.
And ended it when he began to grow shamelessly right in her soft hand, throbbing and pushing against her fingers as blood filled it until it stood upright, pink and proud, just for her. Their mouths parted with a wet, lingering smack, a thin, glistening thread connecting their lips for a single, beautiful moment before snapping. Aster's golden eyes, big and bright with love and tears, were all she could see, his small chest rising and falling as he caught his breath.
While her chest heaved just as desperately, heavy breasts swaying with every deep breath she took, the boy leaned to the side and reached for the half-cloak he had previously thrown onto the pile of dirty clothes, her hand holding him by his hardness the entire time so he wouldn't fall off her lap. He wordlessly folded it in half before using it to wipe her blushing cheeks and well-sucked lips, then her neck and chin before moving even lower to her pale bosom, mopping up the strings of saliva that had trickled down between her breasts and onto her belly.
When she was squeaky clean, he started wiping himself next, until all that remained from their kiss was that distinct pine-tea aftertaste in their mouths. Only then did his golden eyes meet hers again, darting, searching for an answer in the blue, nervous ones.
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