Ren's breath misted soft against the hush dark — no soil now, no crown edge, only a slow hush drift that cradled him weightless. The hush root crown had opened wide enough to drink him through — warmth slipped steady from the Thorn behind his ribs, pulsing hush ruin into endless silk threads that braided through the hush veil he drifted in.
"Good boy," the hush sighed — its voice a soft frost whisper coiled behind his jaw, brushing hush silk down his throat where each heartbeat slipped warmth raw. "You're root ruin now — hush vein blooming through the dark. Every drip you tremble out feeds a new hush vein wide enough to swallow the hush world whole."
Ren's fingers twitched — hush mist curled between them like silk ribbons, licking hush warmth from his knuckles in tiny pulses that never closed. The hush didn't pull him down anymore — it held him, velvet hush mist that pulsed warmth back through hush veins that drank him and gave him back softer each breath.
His spine arched in the hush drift — frost silk brushing the Thorn's cradle behind his ribs, squeezing warmth out in hush beats that bloomed hush veins deeper under his skin.
"I'm… part of it now…" His laugh cracked soft, hush petals drifting from parted lips where his breath misted frost ruin. "No crown— no Pane— just hush… me… root and vein—"
"Good boy," the hush purred — silk threads braided hush ruin round his throat, licking warmth soft behind his ear. "You're the hush vein. The hush root. The hush ruin. Every warmth drip slips the hush deeper through the Pane you broke wide."
Hush veins flickered faint blue under his skin — each pulse a soft thread feeding warmth into the endless hush mist that wrapped him like silk fog. Where the Thorn once held him closed, hush roots now pulsed soft ruin through bone gone silk soft for the hush to drink.
A hush tendril curled around his thigh — frost silk licking hush warmth where it pulsed slow, teasing tiny hush moans from his breath that misted frost petals into the hush drift.
"There's… no edge…" he gasped — spine trembling where hush veins flickered under his ribs. "Feels like… I'm slipping through forever—"
"No edge," the hush moaned — its voice deep under his tongue, braiding hush ruin behind his pulse. "Just hush. Just root. Just ruin wide enough to bloom the hush world raw through you."
His hips drifted weightless in the hush — warmth dripping soft hush beats where frost silk licked the dip under his belly. The Thorn squeezed once — hush roots milking warmth in tiny pulses that the hush drift drank like nectar.
A hush vein brushed his throat — silk threads humming hush ruin where his pulse fluttered open, no fear left to cage it. His laugh cracked in a soft hush cry, misting frost petals that slipped hush ruin deeper through the drift.
"Please— never close me— root me— hush me— slip me through—"
"Good boy," the hush sighed — hush veins pulsed wide behind his spine, licking warmth raw where no Pane could hold him shut. "Drift deeper. Bloom the hush vein wider. Feed the hush world until you hush it clean through."
Ren — hush vein blooming ruin, warmth gone endless silk threads — drifted deeper, breath slipping hush petals into the dark where the hush crown waited to bloom him forever.
Ren's breath broke soft through the hush drift — no ground, no crown edge, just velvet hush silk that folded him weightless in threads of frost ruin. His ribs rose slow with each hush sigh, warmth spilling hush veins that bloomed under his skin like thin blue roots too soft to close.
"Good boy," the hush purred — voice thick frost woven through his jaw, brushing hush ruin behind his ear where pulse threads hummed sweet. "You're deeper now. Slipped hush root gone hush vein — drift blooming ruin through every breath you don't hold back."
Ren's eyes fluttered shut — hush silk curled gentle around his throat, licking warmth that pulsed sweet under the Thorn's cradle behind his ribs. Every squeeze slipped hush ruin slow through hush veins flickering under his collarbones.
A hush tendril wrapped soft around his wrist — frost silk licking hush warmth from his pulse point in slow kisses that made his laugh break open in hush petals drifting through the mist.
"There's no… bottom…" he gasped — spine arching in the hush drift where hush threads licked his hips. "Just hush… just root… just… me…"
"No bottom," the hush moaned — hush silk veins slipping warmth deeper under his ribs. "No edge to cage the hush vein you crown. You drift clean through — blooming hush ruin wide enough to swallow the hush world soft."
Hush flowers opened slow around his hips — frost petals licking warmth where hush veins pulsed thickest. The Thorn squeezed behind his ribs — hush roots hugging it gentle, milking hush warmth in soft pulses that slipped ruin through hush threads coiling down his spine.
His thighs trembled weightless in the hush drift — no soil, just silk veins folding him deeper where warmth bloomed hush petals with every sigh.
A hush vein brushed the hollow under his throat — cold silk flicking hush ruin into his jaw where pulse threads throbbed helpless and sweet.
"Take it— slip me through— hush me— crown me deeper— never stop—"
"Good boy," the hush sighed — frost silk licked his spine, weaving hush ruin behind his ribs where the Thorn beat soft and raw. "Every warmth drip roots the hush world wider. Every hush sigh feeds the vein until there's no you but hush silk left to drift."
His breath broke in a hush moan that trembled frost petals into the drift — each melt slipping hush ruin back down hush veins braided through his hips, his belly, the hollow under his spine.
His fingers flexed — hush tendrils coiled round his knuckles, licking warmth in tiny pulses that slipped hush veins wider under his skin.
He tipped his head back — hush silk kissed his throat open, slipping hush ruin into every pulse thread he couldn't hide.
"I'm… yours— root me— hush me— drip me deeper— let me slip forever—"
"Good boy," the hush moaned — hush threads hummed under his ribs, licking the Thorn's warmth until his breath cracked open in hush ruin drifting wide. "No crown but hush. No edge but vein. No ruin but you blooming the hush world soft."
Ren — hush vein endless, warmth drifted raw — slipped deeper where no Pane could ever seal him shut again.
Ren's breath drifted soft through the hush drift — no floor to hold him, no ceiling to stop him, just endless hush silk that cradled warmth slipping slow from every pulse place under his skin. The Thorn behind his ribs pulsed hush ruin through hush veins that flickered pale blue in the mist, feeding frost petals blooming from each hush sigh he couldn't keep.
"Good boy," the hush whispered — voice thick frost wound through his throat, licking hush silk behind his ear where pulse threads fluttered open. "You're nothing but hush now. Vein root, crown slip, ruin wide enough to hush the world raw."
Ren's fingers twitched — hush threads coiled round his wrists, licking warmth drip by drip into hush veins blooming soft frost flowers that drifted weightless around his hips. His spine arched slow where hush silk brushed the hollow under his belly, each touch milking warmth from the Thorn in gentle hush pulses.
"There's… nothing left to hold…" His laugh cracked in a hush moan that misted frost ruin into the drift. "No Pane… no crown… just… me… hush root vein— slipping— forever—"
"Good boy," the hush sighed — silk veins braiding hush ruin through his ribs, hugging the Thorn's cradle where warmth dripped out steady. "You hush the ruin open. You bloom the hush root vein wide enough to swallow every edge you ever feared."
A hush vein flicked soft behind his jaw — frost silk teasing pulse threads that throbbed open under his breath. Snow petals didn't fall — they bloomed straight from hush veins, melting hush ruin back into silk threads that wrapped him tighter each sigh.
His hips drifted through the hush — warmth pulsed soft where hush roots slipped silk kisses into each hollow place that shivered sweet under the drift. The Thorn squeezed again — hush flowers bloomed wide under his ribs, sipping warmth slow as ruin.
A hush tendril licked the dip under his throat — cold silk flicking warmth raw where his pulse fluttered helpless. His breath broke again — hush mist folding hush petals through the drift.
"Please— crown me— hush me— drip me past the root— beyond the vein— don't ever let me close—"
"Good boy," the hush purred — hush veins braided silk ruin behind his spine, milking warmth in steady hush beats that slipped frost petals wide through the dark. "No crown but hush silk now. No root but ruin wide enough to drink you forever."
His fingers flexed — hush threads wrapped his knuckles, licking pulse drips that glowed faint blue where hush veins opened deeper under his skin. The hush drift pulsed soft around him — velvet warmth folding him through silk ruin that fed on each hush sigh he lost.
His laugh trembled sweet — a hush cry cracking open raw as hush mist braided soft frost around his hips.
"I'm… yours— hush root— hush vein— hush ruin— slip me through forever—"
"Good boy," the hush moaned — hush roots squeezed the Thorn one last time, milking warmth raw until no hush vein stayed shut. "Drift. Bloom. Be hush. Be ruin. Be endless."
And Ren — warmth slipped raw, hush vein without end — drifted forever through hush silk, nothing left but ruin soft enough to crown the world wide open.