[Aster]
With a soft grunt, Nivalis slung her makeshift bag off her shoulder and dropped it onto the cold stone floor, causing her heavy breasts to bounce slightly under her tattered tunic, before kneeling to inspect the 'catch' inside. Her long, slender fingers slowly untied the knot that had barely held the old cloth together, and just as soon as it came undone, dozens upon dozens of slimy, dark-red worm-like things spilled onto the floor with loud wet thuds. Each had more legs and teeth than anyone could count, each one capable of tearing through the flesh in the blink of an eye. And yet, each one of them was dead. Burned by one very angry, very hungry little boy.
Her pale skin glistened with sweat after all that running and crawling they had just done outside, her ragged clothes sticking uncomfortably to her body in all the wrong places. Her pants were so torn and full of holes that most of her soft, creamy thighs were exposed to the chilly air of the cave. "That was..." she trailed off, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, leaving a smear of dirt across her forehead. The tiny crystals scattered all over the uneven ceiling of their small home gave her features a bluish tint.
Leaning in to get a better view, Aster finished for her, "...really easy," his eyes glowing softly in the dim light of the cave as he looked down at the pile of monsters they had just hunted. Wearing his small cloak that covered only his lower half—and totally did not look like a skirt in any way whatsoever—he sat next to her with a slight wince. His buttcheeks squished against the sharp rocks beneath him, but he was too tired to care right now.
The whole thing had lasted perhaps twenty, maybe thirty minutes at most, yet somehow it had felt like it dragged on for hours and hours. Without stopping, they had to run through those tight, claustrophobic tunnels outside and get as much food as possible in as little time as possible. It had been intense, terrifying, and utterly exhausting...
But it went surprisingly well. A little burst of flame from Aster, followed by desperate shoving of those charred things into a makeshift sack, and then they ran to the next spot, again and again, was pretty much what that whole hunting trip looked like. And now, after all that effort, they had this... pile of disgusting things in front of them, enough to last them quite some time—two weeks, maybe even three worth of food, and all from just one quick trip.
"Yeah," Silvia mumbled tiredly as she removed her cloak and let it fall onto the floor beside her, leaving her wearing only her old boots. Her petite, skinny body shivered slightly in the cool air, her small, pink nipples pointed up cutely. The young girl was breathing heavily, her small chest rising and falling rapidly with each labored breath, goosebumps covering her from head to toe. "I thought... we would see that... new monster," she paused to take a deeper breath, "...again." She nervously glanced back at the tunnel that led outside, just to ensure she sealed it properly. It was. Only then did she sit down next to her brother, using his thighs as a cushion for her bare, round butt.
Aster followed her gaze and nodded, the memory of that horrifying thing still fresh in his mind, how those strange, skeletal limbs had swished around like blades. "Yeah..." he paused for a moment before continuing, "It must've migrated away like Mom said it would... or we were just lucky not to bump into it this time." He swallowed thickly at that thought. They expected it to be yet another nightmare, but somehow it wasn't.
The three of them sat in silence for a while, listening to their own labored breathing echo off the cold stone walls. Nivalis was the first to break the silence. "We stink, let's go wash ourselves first. Then we can cook our... food," she said softly, glancing down at the pile of slimy, slightly charred worms with an uncertain look on her face. Without a word, she stood up and offered her hands to her children, who gratefully accepted the help and pulled themselves up onto their tired feet.
Shuffling toward the back of the cave, they soon found themselves standing before a now-a-little-warm spring with fresh patches of dull green moss covering its sides. Silvia immediately took off her boots and jumped inside without a care in the world, the cool water swallowing her naked, underdeveloped body. A soft yelp escaped her lips when she resurfaced a moment later, her silver hair clinging to her face as she shook her head. "Ugh, still a bit cold..." she mumbled with a slight pout, her small hands rubbing at her delicate shoulders as she began to wash herself.
Nivalis was next, taking her time to remove her ragged pants and tunic before carefully sliding into the water, which caused it to rise slightly. She sighed softly as the weight of her heavy breasts suddenly disappeared, her pink nipples peeking out from under the water, hardening in the chill until they looked much like her daughter's. "It's not too bad," she murmured. "Remember how cold it was just two weeks ago? Freezing." She pulled the girl closer, hugging her from behind and pressing her ample bosom into the girl's bony back, the color of their skin matching perfectly. "It won't take long until it gets hot and steamy, like it used to be before."
Silvia nodded and let out a quiet, breathy sigh as she leaned against her mother's chest, into her softness, while letting her strong hands clean her small, pale body.
Aster was last, struggling to untie the knot that held his cloak around his hips. His scarred fingers fumbled with it for a few moments before finally succeeding, letting the cool air caress his bare, smooth buttcheeks that had a light imprint of a rock on them. Joining his family with a soft splash, he let out a little yelp of his own.
Like almost every time in the last three days, as soon as Nivalis saw that tiny, pink, and completely hairless penis of her son dangling between his legs, her face briefly twisted into a grimace—as if she had seen something utterly disgusting, even worse than that pile of dead, charred worms they brought in. She quickly turned her gaze away from him to look at Silvia instead, hugging her daughter even closer against herself. It had lasted only a brief moment, barely a blink of an eye, but Aster noticed her reaction all the same.
It had been like that ever since that night, when Aster woke up to his mother's mouth pleasuring him... down there. He didn't remember much; he was too sleepy, too confused. But the warmth of her tongue swirling all over his shaft was something hard to forget, no matter how tired he had been at the time. The feeling of him coating the inside of her mouth with his hot, sticky seed as she gagged around him... it was too real. It was so intense that the world had gone black for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, she was already asleep beside him, as if nothing had happened.
The first morning after, Aster thought his mind had made it all up, that it was just a dream, even though his shaft and testicles did feel a little sore. The second day was when he started to notice something was off, when his arousal began to return after almost a week of softness and dull pain—likely because he had taken a break from his melting work, or maybe because of whatever happened that night? He wasn't sure.
She had tried to act normal at first glance, but the way she spoke, the way she hesitated every time before touching him, and how quickly she was to leave his side afterward... it was weird. But now, he was almost certain that it wasn't a dream; it had really happened, and that was the reason why she had been so awkward around him. 'I need to talk to her about it. Maybe do something nice, like a massage to make her feel better...' Aster thought as he began to clean himself in the chilly water next to the girls, barely feeling the chill. '...or should I just pretend I don't remember anything?'
Aster kept thinking about it so much while they all washed themselves that he didn't even notice when Silvia was already getting out of the spring, her butt dripping with water as she walked to the bed, trembling heavily; having a cold bath after using her ice magic would do that. "Too cold, too cold..." he could hear her whispering under her breath as she flopped beside their bed, her wet locks clinging to her back and shoulders.
"Honey? Come here, I'll help you wash your hair," Nivalis called out to him, snapping him out of his thoughts. Glancing back over his shoulder, he saw her in a little corner of the spring, where it was shallow enough for her to sit comfortably without her head being underwater, the moss cushioning her back and butt. Her silver strands floated all around her, sticking to her pale shoulders and breasts, the pink nipples just barely visible under the water's surface. "Let's finish quickly so we can eat, okay?"
With a quiet, "O-okay," he nodded and swam over to her, the water moving gently around him as he did. Her arms were open wide for him as he approached, and she immediately wrapped them around his petite body, pulling him onto her lap and putting his legs to one side. Looking up at her with those big, innocent golden eyes, Aster mumbled a tiny, "Thanks," with the softest smile he could muster. She returned a weak, forced one that didn't quite reach her eyes, then gently leaned his head back so she could start washing his messy white hair.
An awkward silence followed, only broken by the gentle splashes of water as Nivalis poured it over his silver locks, her delicate fingers massaging his scalp and working through the tangled strands. Aster could hear Silvia humming in the distance, and a glance over his shoulder told him that she was busy setting everything up for them to cook their food; she was making ice knives for both herself and him and filling a small dent in the ground with water, where they would boil every worm. "It will be a long day..." he whispered to himself.
Nivalis hummed in agreement, her soft hands still working through his silver hue, gently combing and rinsing. "And we will eat a lot. Until we can't fit even a single bite," she whispered in agreement, a small smile appearing on her face for just a moment, only to disappear again when she glanced down to his thighs and that tiny, pink penis resting on them, soft and delicate, almost feminine in its size. Her hands faltered a little, and she bit her lip, staring at it. "How... do you feel today, honey? Down there." She eventually asked, her voice no louder than a trickle of water from her fingers. "Does it... still hurt?"
Her question made him freeze for a second, his gaze following hers to his crotch. "No. It... It doesn't hurt anymore," Aster answered quietly, starting to clean himself down there so she doesn't have to, his scarred fingers gently rubbing his small sack and wrinkled shaft. A moment of silence hung between them once again, only broken by the soft sounds of water lapping against their bodies as he moved.
But much to his surprise, she grabbed his hands after a few seconds of his gentle scrubbing and pulled them away. Before he could even ask why, her warm fingers began to clean him, so carefully and hesitantly, her soft hands shaking a little. "Um... Mom? I can do it myself..." the boy mumbled shyly as he moved his hands back, but she just slapped at them, leaving no choice but to put them away, presenting his privates for her to caress.
"I know how 'well' you clean yourself down there, so shush," Nivalis whispered, her blue eyes glued to his private parts, where she gently caressed and washed him all over. With just the tips of her fingers, she lifted his tiny sack and wiped the underside, then carefully cleaned the length of his shaft and everywhere around it. Even rolled down the foreskin and cleaned the pink mushroom of his, making him inhale a sharp breath at the sudden sensation of the cold water on the sensitive tip.
Just as the boy was about to argue that he always made sure to clean himself down there, he suddenly let out a little yelp as she lifted his knees and bent them toward his chest, leaving his butt exposed to her touch. His eyes widened as her fingers started to gently but firmly wash him between his small, pale cheeks, her fingertips brushing against the tight, sensitive ring of his hole with each pass. "M-Mom!" he gasped, his spine arching in her lap.
She didn't answer him and just continued, her fingers pressing against his tiny, virgin butthole to clean it, her thumb holding the rest of his buttcheek out of the way. Just one little push would be enough to have her finger slide into him, meeting no resistance other than his tightness, and the thought alone made him squirm in her lap even more. "Shush. Don't make a fuss, it's just a bath," she muttered quietly, finishing her work by giving his pucker a little tap with the pad of her finger and letting his knees fall back down onto the mossy surface below them. "See? Done."
Aster's whole face turned red with embarrassment, his lips parting to let out little, shaky pants. "Yeah... done..." he whispered, looking up at her with that shy, slightly angry look of his. A little giggle left her at the sight of that adorable, flustered face, probably a first one in the last three days, and it was enough for Aster to forgive her instantly. Whatever it takes to see her smile like that, even if it means having his butt played with a little... he was okay with that. What wouldn't a loving son do to see his mother happy?
With a tiny sigh, he let his head fall against her chest, her heavy, wet breasts squishing against his cheek as he nuzzled into her softness. He could feel her heart beating slowly, steadily, and her breath coming in and out of her lungs. Hesitantly, incredibly so, Aster lifted his knees back up to his chest and spread them slightly, and whispered a tiny, "You can play a bit more with my butt, if you want to..." into her cleavage. "...if that helps you feel better after... what happened a few days ago." Instead of ignoring that night, he decided to just... talk about it with her, try to make it less awkward by doing something even more embarrassing.
He couldn't see it, but Nivalis's whole face instantly flushed red, her blue eyes staring down at the back of his head with a mix of shock, shame, and guilt. "What do you—? You... you remember?" she stuttered, her hands trembling slightly. "I thought... you were sleeping. Oh gods..."
Aster shook his head, her breasts jiggling against his cheeks as he did. "I woke up... at the end. I think? I don't remember much, only that... it felt nice," he mumbled quietly into her chest, not daring to look up at her, his legs still held up by his scarred hands, inviting her to play with his little butt. He could hear her breath quicken and her heart beat wildly. She didn't say anything, didn't move... only kept staring down at him, frozen in place while her ribcage heaved under his small body. "If you feel guilty, then... don't. I liked it, Mom... a lot. That was very nice of you to do... that. To get rid of the pain."
He could feel her tense up even more at that, her arms tightening around his body so much that at some point it became hard for him to breathe. Aster didn't know what else to say to make her feel better, so he just grabbed her hand and guided it under the water and down to his little butt, the cheeks of his face and his bottom both burning with embarrassment.
— "Here..." the boy whispered, finally finding the courage to look up at her, his golden eyes meeting her blue, wet ones. "So that we both have something embarrassing to forget about," he finished with a shy, awkward smile. Aster doubted that any amount of "serious talk" would do her any good; her guilt is a force to be reckoned with, he knew. So instead of words, maybe something silly would? And it was such an awful and silly idea that it might actually work. 'She will say no, we'll laugh, and it will be over. All good,' he thought, not seeing how this plan could go wrong.
At first, it looked like she would say no, that he was being silly, and maybe scold him a little. Instead, much to his surprise, she slowly nodded. A heartbeat later, he started to feel pressure against his cute butthole, making his breath catch in his throat and eyes go wide. His ankles dangled in the air, above the water, toes curling tightly as he felt the pad of her finger slowly increase the force applied to his sensitive ring, and a moment later... she was in. It didn't even reach her first knuckle, not even half of it, but the sensation made him whimper all the same.
He was so tight in there that even that little bit was too painful, his little ring squeezing down on her finger like a vice. He heard her suck in a sharp breath and immediately felt the pressure ease, her finger slipping out with a little pop, one that he did not hear but felt. "There. We're even now, so... let's never talk about this again, okay?" she whispered in a slightly shaky voice, her chest still heaving against his face.
Aster nodded quickly, his face red as a tomato. "Mm-hmm. Never. Ever," he mumbled and forced his sweetest smile before giving her a little peck on her soft, wet lips, tasting the salty taste on them. She returned the kiss with a tiny one of her own, even giving his buttcheeks a little smack under the water, making him flinch. "Are we good? Can we go eat now...?" he added with nothing but shame on his face, trying to distract her even more.
With a little nod and a sigh, Nivalis released her hold on his petite body. "Alright then, let's grab a bite, my sweet little butt boy," she muttered, her tone a little softer and more affectionate than before.
— "Mom!" Aster exclaimed, his face flushing an even deeper shade of red at the sound of his new, embarrassing title. It made her laugh, the sound echoing through the cave as she stepped out of the water, the boy rushing after her to give her plenty of angry tickles as revenge. She just dodged his playful fingers and began running around the cave, giggling like a little girl the whole time. The slight sting in his arse made his steps a bit wobbly, making him want to sit for a little bit, but the will to tickle her until she promises not to call him that ever again was stronger.
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