[Aster]
Oppressive darkness. Muffled wind. Nervous breathing. Only those sounds reached their ears, that and their quiet, panicked heartbeats. And during this entire silence, Aster kept igniting more and more mana in his small chest, the pain growing with each breath, each heartbeat, to the point where his eyes watered.
Only when his ribs started to feel like they might just snap at any given moment did he finally stop, leaving him just sitting there with his sister in his arms, holding her as tight as he could, his mother doing the same to them both. "They are getting closer..." Nivalis eventually whispered, so quietly that they barely heard her.
Ignoring the agony in his chest, Aster strained his ears at that, trying to listen past the thumping of his own heart and the delicate breeze just outside. But no matter how hard he tried, even with holding his breath, he couldn't hear a single thing. Still, he didn't doubt his mother for a second. Her Blessing was called like that for a reason.
For the following few, very intense minutes, nothing happened. The feeling of dread, of being afraid even to gulp too loudly, was almost suffocating. Aster hated it with every fiber of his being. But when it suddenly ended with voices far in the distance, behind the fluffy trees that were supposed to protect them, he wished that suffocating feeling back.
A man, loud and deep, followed by another, much younger-sounding one. Heavy footsteps crunching on the snow, labored breathing of whoever else was with them. "...told you to set the camp earlier..." Aster managed to catch, followed by some muffled complaint. "...no fucking river nearby, you..."
Aster felt the girls flinch and shake from fear at that, and he didn't fare any better. An almost alien realization hit him then—they were naked. Completely, utterly naked. Two thoughts instantly popped into his panicked mind. One was about fighting while being naked; it just felt wrong for some reason. Punching something while having dangling bits just didn't sound quite right.
But that one was easy to discard compared to the second. The thought of someone seeing his mother and sister like that, every pale and pink part of them, was enough to make Aster's blood boil hotter than the fire in his chest. It instantly snapped him out of fear. 'Not. A. Chance.'
More mana ignited within him, more than he usually could handle, despite the agony it caused. The burn and pain of it made his vision get even darker than the pitch-black of their home. His strengthening spell kicked in a few heartbeats later, making every muscle in his body feel like it was being dipped in boiling oil.
Yet not a single sound escaped his lips, his face staying locked in a serious, cold frown. The only thing that did change was his eyes, flickering with soft, golden light in the darkness, like molten coins with pure darkness in the center. Bright enough to see his sister's wide, terrified eyes staring back at him over her shoulder.
Almost instantly, the girl covered them with her palm, her trembling hand blocking his light. He did manage to catch a glimpse of their mother, though; her eyes were closed, her lips pressed into a thin line as she listened intently. The most memorable thing about her at that moment was her knuckles, white around the old wooden handle of the knife.
More voices came, growing louder as they got closer, the crunching of snow getting more distinct. "...and how exactly do you plan to find the damn bloodroot without a river, hm? Tell me, because..." an angry, booming voice answered the younger one. The rest of it, and the response that followed, were lost in the wind. Aster's arms tightened around Silvia's chest protectively at that, her small yet incredibly soft buttcheeks clenching against his hardness.
Then, through the narrow gaps in the branches of their entrance, faint light flickered; he saw it briefly through his sister's fingers, before she closed the gap. Orange and dancing. A torch. Or maybe someone with fire affinity like him, making things much, much worse.
A loud curse was heard next, followed by a string of complaints from a third voice, not very young, but definitely not as old as the first one. "...good coin, especially in the winter. So, please, shut the fuck up and keep walking..." was all Aster managed to catch amid the muffled mumbling. That, and a little grumble at the end, "...I'm so hungry I can almost smell cooked fish, gods..." that made his heart skip a beat. It was their dinner that the man was describing.
Like a spring under pressure, Aster was ready. Ready to unleash the literal hell he held in his chest, to burn anyone who dared to even peek inside their home. Those who looked would only see the gold of his eyes, then flames. He would turn the entire forest to ash if necessary, just to keep the girls safe.
However, none of that was needed. The voices and footsteps suddenly began to fade as the men moved further and further into the night. No one moved inside the hut. Not a breath, not a twitch. They stayed like that, frozen, until the crunching of snow and the voices were nothing more than a fading whisper in the wind, then nothing at all.
Only then did Aster remember how to breathe, releasing the air he had been holding in one long, shaky sigh, the sound impossibly loud in the absolute silence of their little shelter that almost became their tomb. His fingers, which had been digging so hard into his sister's ribs they nearly left bruises, slowly unclenched, her soft, pink nipples shyly peeking out from beneath his forearms.
Her cold hand slid from his face a moment later, allowing his golden light to bathe their paleness and the icy walls around them. "They're gone... for now," Nivalis muttered as she finally opened her eyes, a wave of dizziness hitting her but not stopping her from turning to him. Her blue eyes were wide with fear as she looked into his glowing ones. Without letting go of her knife, she wrapped her arms around both of them and pulled them into the tightest of hugs, her breasts squishing against their small shoulders. "Are you alright? Both of you?" she whispered into their hair, her voice a little shaky.
Both kids nodded mutely, their faces buried in the warmth of her neck, breathing against one another in her silver locks. Aster could feel his mother's heart hammering against his cheek, a frantic, panicked drum that matched his own. "Let's keep watch for a while longer, okay?" she added, kissing their heads before reluctantly releasing them from the hug. "Just in case." They all agreed with little nods.
Noticing a slight ache in his back from sitting without any support, Aster took a few moments to get comfortable, his back against the curved wall of their hut, pulling his still-terrified sister with him. She didn't protest and slumped against his chest, her hips wiggling to find a more comfortable position atop his hardness, making it throb against her soft butt ever so gently. They both ignored it.
Once settled, she pulled his arms back to her chest and looked at him over her bony shoulder, giving him a little nod of thanks, her puffy lips remaining closed. Aster responded with a slight nod of 'you're welcome' before their golden eyes shifted to the small, branch-covered entrance beside them, ears straining for any sound that might come through it. Nivalis was to their left, eyes closed again as she returned to the world of gray in her mind, despite having the dizziness written all over her face from the last time.
For the next hour or two—it was hard to tell—they stayed like that, sitting together in the dim light of his eyes that gradually grew dim, listening. Outside, the night grew deeper and colder, the wind picking up and howling mournfully, occasionally making nearby trees creak and groan. But other than that, there was nothing. No voices. No footsteps.
Then came exhaustion; a long day of walking through deep snow was no joke, and it began to show. It was written all over their faces, in the way their eyelids kept drooping and yawns escaped their lips, no matter how hard they tried to stifle them. Yet none of them dared to sleep, just in case the men were to come back.
After another half an hour, however, their mother finally broke the silence, looking not only sleepy but also terribly dizzy. "Alright, you two, go relight the fire and go to sleep," she whispered, giving the boy's knee a gentle pat. When their mouths both opened to protest, she quickly added, "We need to be smart about this. I'll keep watch while you rest, and you can do the same for me in the morning. The next few days will be like this, until we're sure we're safe. Understood?" When they nodded, she gave them a weak, tired smile. "And keep the fire small. No needles, small sticks only."
With a lot of reluctance, the siblings slowly got up, their limbs stiff from sitting so long, and crawled toward the corpse of their fire. It didn't take long for them to bring it back to life, a small, flickering flame licking at a few dry twigs they got from a nearby pile, barely giving any light and even less so, smoke.
While Silvia got comfortable on the bed of pine needles right nearby it, Aster used a good half of all the mana he had in his chest to add more pale-golden mist to their home, enough to last until morning without him having to do it again, the process making him sway dizzily as he did so. Not from the effort, but from how much pain suddenly disappeared in an instant.
The other half would go into a trembling, terrified little girl waiting for him to come to bed, with a lewd imprint of his boyhood on her pale buttcheeks. Without a word, Aster slipped in behind her, his chest pressing against her small back, his shaft nestling perfectly against her soft butt as if it belonged there. Giving her waist a gentle squeeze, he pulled her into his embrace and buried his face in her silver hair, his warm breath tickling her neck. "That was scary..." she mumbled ever so quietly, rubbing his arm.
— "...yeah," Aster whispered back, just as quietly, a small kiss on her neck following to calm her down. His gaze drifted past her to their mother, sitting exactly where he had been before, her silhouette barely visible in the dim light. With his lips still pressed against her neck, he added, "I'll be right here," before they both fell silent and simply listened to the crackle of the fire and the sighs of the wind outside.
That is, until she suddenly started to writhe in his arms in response to his throbbing warmth pushing deep into her. His mana.
...
Sleep was a brief, restless thing, filled with fragmented dreams of running through deep snow, of men with torches shouting in the distance, of fire and ice being shot in all directions. Aster woke with a gasp, his heart pounding in his ears, his hands clenching into tight fists without him even realizing it. "Shhh... Easy, sweetheart. It's just me," his mother's hand landed gently on his shoulder, her voice soft in the pre-dawn gloom. "Didn't mean to startle you. It's morning already."
Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Aster took a moment to register whose voice it was, his hands slowly unclenching as he did so. Silvia stirred beside him, not waking but curling up into a ball now that her warm brother was gone. His gaze went to his mother sitting nearby on her knees, to the dark circles under her eyes, the way her shoulders slumped with exhaustion. "Ugh, right, right... I'm up. Sorry, Mom," he mumbled, his voice a bit hoarse. He then sat up and pushed his messy hair out of his face, yawning wide enough that his jaw cracked. "Anything happened?" he asked mid-yawn, the words barely understandable.
It made Nivalis yawn just as wide, her head shaking left and right in response to his question. "No. All quiet," she answered quietly, stretching her arms above her head with a groan, her breasts lifting and flattening against her ribs as she did so. Then, she leaned over to the sleeping girl and patted her bottom gently, saying, "Wake up, my love. It's morning..." in a soft voice, to which Silvia just groaned and rolled over, burying her face in the pine needles.
A few more gentle pats and a couple of kisses on her head followed before the girl finally sat up with a long, dramatic sigh, her silver hair a tangled mess with a few green needles poking out here and there. "I had a bad dream..." she mumbled, rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hands before stretching her arms in the very same way her mother did, the only difference being the complete lack of curves on her. Just two little, pink nipples rising slightly.
Those words earned her a few more kisses and a tight hug from their mother; Aster didn't say anything about his dreams. "Are you sure you'll be okay alone?" Nivalis asked, pulling away just enough to look at them both, worry all over her face. "I-I can stay awake a bit longer, it's not—" she tried to say, but didn't have a chance to finish her sentence.
With an angry-but-not-really frown on his face, Aster gently pushed her onto her back, his bare knees making the pine needles rustle softly. "We'll be fine, Mom. Sleep," he ordered in that childish voice of his, taking Silvia's cloak from the ground and draping it over her naked body as a blanket, tucking her in. When she opened her mouth to protest, the boy simply squinted his golden eyes and repeated, "Sleep. We'll wake you up if anything happens. Promise."
Her tired eyes darted from one kid to the other, a small smile forming on her lips when they both nodded, and she finally relaxed, her head sinking into the piney softness beneath her. Aster leaned in and gave her a lingering kiss on her cheek, whispering, "Thank you for staying all night," against it.
Before her eyes could fully close, Nivalis made sure to give them both a set of instructions, "Listen all the time, not just... not just for voices. For anything unusual... birds going quiet, that kind of thing. Stay quiet yourselves, no giggling. And keep an eye on each other so you don't fall asleep..." Silvia was the one to answer, giving her just a soft hum and a kiss on her other cheek. By the time those soft lips parted from her skin, the woman was in a deep, exhausted sleep.
Aster watched her for a moment longer, the rise and fall of her chest slowing down with every breath she took, before taking his sister's soft hand into his scarred one and guiding her quietly towards the entrance on their hands and knees. There, he sat down with his back against the curved wall, cushioned by some pine branches, and pulled the still-sleepy girl onto his lap with her legs to the side, facing the entrance. "Comfy?" he asked in a faint whisper, his arms wrapping around her waist, holding her gently.
She responded with a quiet hum and a nod, her head slumping against his shoulder as her eyes struggled to stay open. A moment later, she shifted slightly, getting comfortable. Then again, another little shuffle, followed by yet another, until she finally figured out what was bothering her. "Your... thingy..." she mumbled sleepily, looking down at his hard length beneath her hip, squished harshly, "...it's still hard. Mom didn't help you?"
With a small sigh, Aster shook his head no, his gaze fixed on the small gaps in the branches, trying to see if there was any movement outside. "Sorry," the girl whispered as she shifted a bit lower until his hardness was no longer trapped painfully under her weight, her butt sticking out slightly as she did so. To not let her fall off his lap, his scarred hand moved to her soft buttcheek and squeezed it gently to keep her in place, her toes curling slightly at that. "Does it hurt? Should we wake her up to... take care of it?" she then asked, looking up at him from his shoulder with those big golden eyes of hers.
Aster shook his head again. "Let her sleep. Just... ignore it, I guess," he mumbled, giving her hair a quick brush with his free hand, the right one remaining on her soft butt, not letting her slide down from his lap. Her face scrunched slightly when he didn't answer whether or not it hurt, but she didn't press it any further and just settled against him, arms sneaking around his waist, eyes on the entrance.
After just a few minutes into their watch, a tiny whisper came from her, "Who do you think they were?" without her sleepy gaze ever leaving their branch-covered entrance.
The boy didn't answer right away and kept brushing her silver locks until those pointy, half-elven ears of hers peeked from them. "I dunno. Mom said there were four of them," was what he said eventually, shrugging his small shoulders a little. "Not the kind we'd wanna meet, probably. Sounded... mean." A quiet nod came in response to his words, her grip on his waist tightening just a little. "I think I heard them looking for some... bloodroot? Near the river. Whatever that is," he added after a short while.
"That sounds like something scary... bloodroot," Silvia whispered, shifting a little again, this time so she could press her cheek against his chest, her ear directly over his heart. The boy responded with a quiet hum while the hand on her soft butt began to draw small circles on it, his touch gentle and absent-minded. A squeeze would follow every other circle or so. "Hey, Asty?" she then whispered into his chest, the vibrations of her voice tickling him.
— "Hmm?" came his equally quiet answer as his eyes remained fixed on the entrance, his mind somewhere else entirely. Aster felt her shifting a little again, this time so she could look up at him, her nose bumping into his chin. The boy responded by tilting his head down just enough for his gaze to meet hers, her face barely visible in the dim light of the embers behind them.
"About that... you know..." she started, her voice trailing off as her eyes darted down to his still-hard little thing between them, then back up to his face. "It affects your magic, you doofus. Always had. And we kinda need you to be... not distracted, you know? In case they come back," the girl whispered, nibbling on her lower lip. "I can... help? If you want?" she then added, her small, cold hand sneaking between them to rest on his thigh, right beside it. Her face flushed a cute pink at that.
Aster blinked slowly at her, his circles on her soft butt stopping. Just when he was about to say something, a sound of a tree creaking outside made them both flinch and look toward the entrance for a moment. When nothing else happened, they relaxed again, their gazes returning to each other. "We promised Mom not to... you know," he eventually whispered, shaking his head. "I'll wait for her to wake up."
That promise was stretched quite a lot, considering what a very naughty thing they sometimes did together, in the secret of the night, sleeping with his tip kissing her princess parts, not moving at all. But since he never technically finished during those times, that didn't count. At least that's what they convinced themselves of. Yep.
"Yeah, but..." Silvia whispered, still munching on her lower lip, her eyes darting to the entrance again before locking back with his, "What if something happens before then? I think dying 'cause my brother couldn't focus due to his..." she mumbled, giving his hard length a small poke with her finger, making it bounce slightly, "...is kinda worse."
She waited for him to say something, but when he didn't and just maintained that silly, scrunched-in-thought look on his face, she added with a long sigh, the kind that made her whole chest deflate, "I'll... tell her myself that we did it, and that it was my idea, alright?" Her hand moved from his thigh to his chest, where she began to draw little patterns with her finger, right above his heart.
Silvia kept doing that for a long, silent while. "We just..." she eventually continued, "...just need to do it in a way that won't make her... too angry. I'd like to be able to sit for the next month or so, if possible," the girl added with a shy glance at his face before immediately looking back down at the patterns her finger drew on his chest. "I'm really not trying to do anything naughty... I'm just worried."
While his mind was having a silent battle between responsible him, himself, and his horny little self, Aster's shaft answered her before any of them could. It kept throbbing and twitching next to her milky thigh, trying to get her attention, all needy and warm. "...okay," then came his quiet answer, followed by another, much smaller, "How?"
Shrugging her small shoulders in response, Silvia shifted her butt further into his hand until he couldn't hold her anymore, plumping right down onto the pine needles beside him. With her legs still draped over his lap, she looked down at her little brother's neediness, bit her lip again, and reached out her small, cold hand towards it.
But right before her fingers could wrap around it, she stopped herself and reluctantly pulled back, her face scrunching in the same way his had a moment ago.
For the next few minutes, Aster watched her as she tried to figure out how to do it, her golden eyes shifting constantly from his hardness to their sleeping mother, then to the entrance, and back again. Every thought made her pointy nose twitch in the cutest of ways as her mind calculated just how much spanking each of her ideas would earn. A lot. The answer was always—a lot.
His hand rested on her small back all that while, rubbing it gently up and down her bony spine, occasionally sliding to the smooth curve of her butt and giving it a reassuring, brotherly squeeze. After a bit more thinking, her eyes eventually landed on his face, a bit of uncertainty coloring her cheeks. "Okay... I think I've got it," the girl mumbled, taking a deep, steadying breath that made her ribs stand out from beneath her skin. "I'm not sure if you'll like it, though, but try to. And it's kinda... weird, so don't laugh."
Aster responded with a quiet, almost silent hum, followed by a nod of 'I promise I won't.' With one final glance at their mother to make sure she was still asleep, the girl then put both her hands onto her brother's skinny hips and, with a little effort, lifted herself onto her knees and positioned herself between his legs.
But instead of grabbing his shaft or doing something equally naughty, she leaned away from it, her hands sliding from his hips to the piney ground behind her. A series of quiet grunts and wiggles followed as she tried to get comfortable until finally, her delicate feet came to rest on his inner thighs, just beneath his testicles. "Keep watching the entrance," she whispered, her golden eyes locked with his as she lifted her feet until her small toes were gently pressing against the underside of his shaft, lifting it just slightly.
That got a silent gasp out of him, his eyes darting to the entrance for just a moment before returning to her smooth legs, just in time to see them begin to move shyly. Her feet, small and delicate like a child's, slid up and down the sides of his shaft in a slow, steady rhythm, her toes curling slightly every now and then. "Wow... ohh, I didn't know..." Aster tried to whisper, but the words died in his throat when her toes slid that foreskin down, exposing his sensitive pink tip to the curious eyes of his sister.
The rest of that sentence was just a quiet, shaky exhale. "You like it?" Silvia asked quietly, despite already knowing the answer. She didn't have to wait long for his response, a quick nod coming in almost instantly. Her feet kept moving up and down his entire length, pausing occasionally to wiggle her toes around his testicles, teasing them gently. "Just... remember to be quiet," she added with a glance at his face before returning her gaze to his hardness. "Also, when Mom asks, say you didn't like it that much. To make her less angry."
He nodded again, this time with a smile on his lips that quickly shifted into a moan when her toes spread around the sensitive underside of his tip, giving it a gentle tug. A tiny, involuntary 'ahh' escaped his lips at that, causing both of them to flinch and look toward their sleeping mother.
Only after a full minute of listening to her steady, soft breathing did they relax again. Silvia gave him a disapproving look and a quiet, "Doofus," before continuing her ministrations, tapping her toes gently against the slit at the top of his tip, each tap making his hips flinch slightly.
With a sheepish smile on his lips, Aster watched everything she did to his pink shaft, how her small, cold feet moved up and down the entire length of it, how his foreskin followed obediently. He liked that. A lot. And the way her cute toes wiggled at the very top of each stroke, getting covered in that clear, slippery liquid, was something he didn't know he was missing all this time. Despite spending her days walking around, there was not a single callus on them, just soft, delicate, milky skin.
And the more slippery her feet got, the better it felt, the naughtier sounds it made. Quiet, wet squelches began to fill their small home, barely audible over the soft snores of their mother and the crackle of the dying fire, but they were there. So lewd. "Keep watching," Silvia reminded him once again, her feet not stopping for a second.
— "I... I am," Aster breathed out, tearing his gaze away from her naughty feet to look at the entrance, where the faint morning light was beginning to filter through the branches. Wet sounds continued beneath him as her feet slid up and down, up and down, occasionally pausing at the tip to give it a little squeeze between her big toe and the second one.
"Faster?" the girl then asked, her voice just as breathless as his. Shifting his gaze back to her, Aster responded with a quick nod while noticing just how much her pale thighs trembled from holding her legs up like that for so long. To help her, he placed his scarred hands on her calves, holding them up to relieve some of the strain.
Silvia responded with a grateful smile and immediately picked up the pace even more, moving only her ankles now that her brother was helping her hold her legs up. The wet squelching became more frequent, matching his shallow breathing, his lips opening once more for that forbidden moan. "Sshhh..." she hushed him, her toes giving the tip a little squeeze that most surely didn't help.
Then, it happened. Without a warning, his shaft gave a sudden, violent throb right between her delicate feet, followed by another, and another, his testicles drawing up tight against his body. Thick, hot ropes of his seed shot out, one after the other, almost burning to the touch, painting her small feet in his very personal shade of white.
The girl tried to pull her feet away, but he held her calves in a grip so tight it left faint white marks on her pale skin, keeping her in place. Some of it landed on the pine needles between them, some on her ankles, but most of it ended up covering her cute toes.
"Asty, you dummy..." Silvia mumbled, her face scrunching most adorably at the sight of her cum-covered feet, dripping all over his hardness as he continued to spurt. Eventually, she just sighed and let him have his way with her feet for a few more moments, her toes wiggling in the warm goo.
When the last weak throb finally died, and the boy's grip on her calves loosened, Aster leaned forward until his forehead hit her knees, breathing heavily against them. "Sorry..." he whispered, looking into her golden eyes with a guilty smile as his body trembled from aftershocks.
With a sigh, Silvia extracted her feet from his hold, one at a time. Once her feet were free, she looked down at them with a little sigh, then at her brother, muttering a quiet, "Boys..." before turning towards the entrance with her feet hovering in front of her. "Help me at least clean... your mess," she mumbled, her feet trembling slightly.
Aster leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her blushing cheek, whispering a quiet, "I owe you two massages now. And if mom does decide to spank you, I'll rub all the pain away, okay?" against her skin. That earned him a tiny smile and an equally faint, "You're welcome... dummy."
With a grunt, Aster pushed himself up and helped her feet get through the branches and into the deep snow outside. The sudden cold made her gasp softly, but she kept them there, wiggling them until all the naughtiness was gone.