[Silvia]
With the toy properly tested, it was time to give it to its rightful owner, who could actually finish with it. It was time to do some guilty-humping, as Silvia liked to call it. But to do that, she needed to wake Nivalis, and that meant taking a risk once more. She looked at her brother, at his messy, silver hair, and at his peaceful, sleeping face resting on their mother's neck. The main pain of her cute little butt, the troublemaker. 'You better not ruin this for me,' the girl threatened him in her mind, pointing her little, pale finger at him.
A small, tired groan escaped Silvia as she sat up a little, propping herself on her elbows, and gave the woman's shoulder a gentle shake with her small hand while the other still held onto the icy toy. 'Now comes the hardest part,' she thought to herself, swallowing nervously. 'If Asty wakes up right now, it was all for nothing,' the girl sighed, eyeing the boy's sleeping form cautiously. 'If he does, I swear to the gods, tomorrow I'll tire him out so much, he won't be able to move a single finger,' Silvia swore to herself, shaking her mother once more.
It didn't work, though, and the girl had no other choice but to break the silence with that tiny, childish voice of hers, "Mommy," she whispered, her lips brushing against the woman's delicate, elven ear. "Psst. Wake up," she said a little louder, her hand giving the sleeping elven woman another gentle shake. Her voice carried a hint of urgency and desperation, a slight tremble in her tone.
That did it, and soon, Nivalis' eyes cracked open ever so slightly, her gaze unfocused and lost as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. "M-hm?" she hummed quietly, her right hand trying to find her daughter in the dark. It took her only a second to brush against Silvia's naked hip, then up to her waist, her side, and finally her shoulder. "Did it get cold again, sweetie?" she whispered in the softest of voices, barely audible to anyone else and slightly hoarse from sleep.
Silvia shook her head, even though her mother probably couldn't see it. "No. We should be good until morning. I, uh..." She paused, swallowing nervously. "Mommy...? Can we... rub my princess parts a bit? We didn't finish yesterday, and it's tingling so much," the girl mumbled as her thighs rubbed together in search of some relief, a pathetic whimper escaping her lips.
A long, tired sigh escaped Nivalis' lips, her eyes closing once more, heavy with the lack of sleep. "Okay, okay... Come here," she eventually replied, gently patting her son on the head before shifting him ever so slightly to the side, giving Silvia space to crawl into her embrace. With one last check on her boy, she made sure he was still asleep and that his breathing remained regular and calm. Then, with a soft, sleepy smile, she beckoned her little girl to cuddle.
But instead of pressing her small, naked body against her mother's side, Silvia hesitantly asked, "When was the last time you, um..." she paused for a moment, glancing at the boy before finishing the sentence, "touched your princess parts, Mom?"
Nivalis blinked her sleepy eyes a few times at that. She had to think about it for a while, trying to remember. Before she could give her daughter any sort of answer, though, Nivalis spotted something between her daughter's fingers, a familiar object. Her eyes widened ever so slightly. "Sweetie...?" she whispered, her gaze flicking back and forth between her young daughter's innocent face and her son's penis made of ice in her hands, her heart skipping a beat in her chest.
The girl blushed and smiled shyly. "I, uh, made this for you," she mumbled, moving the icy penis a bit closer for her mother to get a better look. The tip was still wet with her juices, glistening faintly. Silvia watched the woman's cheeks turn pink at the sight. "I was worried that your, uh, lady parts are tingling too, and that you're not taking care of yourself," the girl muttered, her voice barely audible. "And, um..." She cleared her throat. "So I figured that today we should start with your special place, and if there's time, we'll take care of my problem too. What do you think?" she added with a nervous little smile, handing the icy toy to her mother. "I made it with my new ice, the kind that almost doesn't melt at all. Cool, right?" she beamed at the end, proud of her work.
With a slight frown on her face, Nivalis looked at the thing, her delicate fingers wrapping gently around its small length, barely wider than her own digit. "Darling, I can't..." she sighed, shaking her head. "Not with your brother sleeping so close. I need some... privacy. For that," the woman whispered, her thumb gently caressing the veins on the toy before she handed it back to Silvia, a guilty look on her face. "It's very sweet of you to think of me, but no, we can't. If he wakes up and sees..." The thought of Aster watching her play with herself, especially with a toy like this, made her shiver visibly. That would be just too embarrassing.
For a moment, Nivalis' blue eyes met her daughter's golden ones; there was a sadness in them that broke the woman's heart a little. "I'm sorry, sweetie," she whispered, gently squeezing her daughter's thin, naked shoulder, offering an apologetic smile. "Just... get rid of it, and let's take care of your princess parts, hm?" she suggested, gently pulling her into her side, ready to help her with that little problem of hers, as always.
However, Silvia didn't bulge, still holding onto that icy toy between her fingers, staring at it with a frown on her face. It took her some time to find her voice again, but when she did, she whispered, "But you do tingle there, right? Mine feels like it's on fire." She raised her golden eyes back at her mother, only to see her nod, a defeated expression on her pale face. "And you didn't finish since... forever, right? Almost a whole month?" Silvia asked quietly, her voice filled with worry.
Nivalis took a deep breath, then nodded once again. "It's fine, sweetie, I'll deal with it somehow. Now come," she sighed, a tired, forced smile forming on her lips. Before she could add anything else, though, her daughter interrupted her with a soft kiss on the cheek, just a quick peck that lingered on her warm skin.
Without moving her lips away, Silvia whispered against her skin, "Just... don't worry, I'll help you out. Try to be quiet, okay?" She winked at her mother and then quickly crawled away, down to her legs, wiggling that little butt of hers as she did so, spine curved in a cute arch. Her long, silver locks dragged on the blanket beneath her, the tips of her half-elven ears barely peeking out of them.
Confused by what was going on, Nivalis tried to reach for her daughter to stop whatever nonsense she had planned, but it was too late; the sleepiness slowed her reaction. Before she could say or do anything, her left thigh was pushed to the side by the girl's hands, and the cold tip of the ice toy pressed against her wet, throbbing folds. "Hnng!" she hissed through her clenched teeth, her eyes snapping wide open as a strong, cold shiver ran through her.
"S-Silvia!" she whimpered, trying to close her thighs, but to no avail; the girl wiggled herself in between them, preventing any attempt to cover her pussy from the icy intruder. "N-no, darling... stop that, now. I told you, we can't..." She tried to sound stern, but it came out as more of a weak plea. Her eyes were glued to her sleeping son in her arms, watching his chest rise and fall with each gentle breath, his tiny lips slightly parted, and his eyelids fluttering ever so slightly as he dreamed. Nivalis prayed to all the gods in that moment that he would stay asleep and wouldn't see his mother being played with.
A soft hush left the girl's mouth as she leaned closer to her mother's special place, so much that she could smell that familiar, feminine scent coming from between her thighs. Her golden eyes flicked up to the boy still sleeping on top of his mom's chest, his legs on each side of her hips, spread even wider than the woman's thighs were.
The pink little hole of his bottom peeked between his pale, soft buttocks, winking at her with every breath he took. It took all her willpower to resist the temptation to do something funny with it. Especially having that toy in her other hand, it was hard not to. Oh, she had plenty of ideas, alright.
A tiny bit lower, Silvia could see his limp penis and testicles resting on his mother's warm, smooth pelvis, just slightly above her warmth, squished there by his body. She had no idea how he managed to sleep like that, as it looked rather painful, yet the boy somehow did. For af fleeting moment, she compared his limp, tiny penis to the toy in her hand, noting how different it looked when calm. 'It doesn't look like much, but when it swells...' Silvia gulped, remembering how big he felt against her little hole a few minutes ago.
Shaking her head to regain her focus, Silvia looked at her mother's wet, throbbing pussy, her cheeks turning a shade darker. With her left hand holding the toy, she used her right hand to spread those warm, delicate lips apart, exposing the pink, glistening inside.
She then pressed the boy's entire length between those soft folds, not daring to put it anywhere close to the tight opening below. Just the length, resting against the pink insides, the icy mushroom nestled right against her mother's small clit. Releasing her fingers, she watched how those warm folds engulfed him like a warm, protective blanket, almost hiding the icy shaft from view. 'Well... compared to her, he isn't that big,' the girl hummed before she began to rub her mother's special place with it. Up and down, slowly. Gently. Just how she knew her mother liked.
"Aah..." Nivalis moaned softly, hugging the sleeping boy in her arms tightly, pulling him even closer to herself. "Silvia... sweetie, you—" Her voice trailed off as she felt that little mushroom bump against her clit, again and again, each bump making her spine arch ever so slightly. "Hnng..." she moaned again, her blue eyes glued to her little boy's peaceful face, her finger gently playing with his messy, silver hair while her sex coated his icy penis in her wetness. "We can't... we—"
Contradicting her own words, Nivalis parted her legs even more, giving Silvia more room to work, and work she did. The girl started rubbing the thing faster, up and down, letting her mother's wetness coat it completely and ease the movements. "Oh... oh, gods," she whimpered, her head rolling back against the bedroll as she surrendered herself to her daughter's naughty hands.
The texture, the bumps, and veins, even the wrinkles of his foreskin, everything was there. Everything. And with him sleeping right on top of her, it made it that much more intense; her mind was getting confused about what was real and what wasn't. It just... it just felt so very real, almost terrifyingly so. It felt as if her son was doing that to her, rubbing himself against her most sacred place while being snuggled on top of her, the warmth of his little body pressing into her soft chest.
All the wiggling and the shivering of Nivalis' body caused Aster's boyhood, the real one, to slip off her pelvis and flop down, resting directly on her pussy, almost bumping into the icy one. With a nervous wince, Silvia quickly adjusted him back to where he belonged, her fingers wrapping gently around his shaft to lift it up and away from her mother's warmth before she could notice.
It didn't take long, however, until he flopped back down again, only this time his mother's warm, slick pussy lips kissed his small shaft in a loving, naughty embrace; just the tip of it. 'Oooh no...' Silvia's eyes widened at the sight, her mind going blank for a second.
Before the girl could do anything about it, though, her mother's soft voice broke the wet, lewd noises of their rubbing. "Ow, oww... cold," Nivalis complained, her hips shifting uncomfortably as her pussy was getting numb from the constant cold, wet rubbing.
Knowing just how painful it could be, having experienced the numbness herself, the young girl reacted quickly. Even before her mind processed it, she already pulled the toy away and started blowing hot air on her mother's throbbing, needy pussy, her warm breath soothing the ache and warming the pink, glistening lips. "Sorry, Mommy," Silvia whispered between puffs, rubbing her mother's smooth thigh with her other hand in a comforting, apologetic way.
While those pink, moist lips of hers kept blowing warm air onto her special place, almost kissing it, her golden eyes couldn't help but wander to her little brother's limp shaft, its tip nestled between the woman's wet folds without her knowledge.
The pink insides hugged and caressed his small length gently, coating it in a thin sheen of slick, slippery fluids. It made Silvia's tummy tingle in that weird, pleasant way as she watched him getting rubbed against their mom's warmth like that, so naughty and improper, yet so right at the same time. 'Mom would freak out if she knew...' she thought, biting her bottom lip nervously.
'Yeah. Let's get you out of the way before Mom kills me,' Silvia gulped, reaching for his shaft once more. But instead of lifting it up, she let her fingers gently wrap around it, feeling its warmth and softness, as well as his soft heartbeat echoing through the flesh. 'Mhmm... warm indeed,' she couldn't help but think as she tucked him back up, onto the safety of his mother's soft, squishy pelvis, away from her wet, tempting folds.
Nivalis kept groaning under her breath, her hips shifting and wriggling with each warm puff of air her daughter blew against her most sensitive place. As the numbness subsided, she let out a sigh of relief. "That's... that's better. T-thank you, sweetie," she breathed, covering her face with her arm, hiding her embarrassed expression while still keeping her legs open. "Gods, that was cold..." she whispered.
With a small smile, Silvia nodded in understanding, perfectly knowing the feeling. Soon enough, she went back to her rubbing, the wet, squelching noises of his icy penis sliding up and down her mother's wet, puffy pussy filling the small shelter again. Up and down, up and down, her little wrist going at a steady pace, making sure the icy mushroom bumped against her mother's swollen clit every time. And every time it did, a pathetic whimper could be heard from somewhere above.
Nivalis tried to quiet herself by biting her lip, but it wasn't enough, so she settled on biting her knuckles instead, trying her best not to moan or wake her little boy in her arms, still clueless about everything. Her hips kept moving and writhing with pleasure under her boy, her thighs trembling as the heat in her lower belly grew, building up.
"Mm-mhmm... mm-mhh!" The whimpers and muffled moans grew in intensity until suddenly, she arched her back and pressed her head into the bedding. Her thighs squeezed around the girl's hips while her pussy did the same to the ice shaft while her arms held onto Aster's petite body tightly, so much that it caused him to groan a bit in his sleep. "Hnngh..." Nivalis whined, her face scrunched cutely as the orgasm rocked through her, almost like a thunder, washing away any frustration and pain she felt before.
Grimacing at how loud her mother was, Silvia watched the whole thing happen, her own pussy throbbing and aching at the sight, envying her bigger version. Her face was flushed, hair matted to her sweaty forehead as she watched her mother's pussy spasm uncontrollably around the icy penis, squeezing it with each wave of pleasure. 'Please don't wake up, please don't wake up...' Silvia begged in her mind, her eyes darting to the boy every few seconds, hoping he would sleep through all the shaking and noises. Luckily for her, he did.
When the orgasm finally subsided, Nivalis went limp, her pale, smooth thighs falling back onto the bedding as she caught her breath, her chest heaving with each deep, long inhale. Her eyes were closed, a look of blissful peace on her face. "Mhmm..."
Pulling the toy out of her mother's still throbbing pussy, Silvia took a good look at the thing. At her little brother's shaft, covered in their mother's juices, almost dripping with it, melted slightly in the shape of her pussy. Patting her mother's thigh gently with her wet hand, she crawled from between her legs to her side, cuddling up to her. "That was... intense," Silvia whispered, nuzzling her face into the woman's shoulder, a faint smile on her face. Her excited, golden eyes moved up to her mother's, only to see her fast asleep, exhausted from the orgasm.
The girl frowned and nudged her gently. "Mom?" she called out to her quietly, poking her side. "You're not sleeping, right? Mom?" she asked, poking the woman once more, but to no avail. The sight of her peaceful face and the soft, warm breath that rose from her lips confirmed that, yes, indeed, she was. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me," she whispered in disbelief, looking down at the throbbing, painful mess of her little slit.