Everlasting Dream

[Aster]

Silvia's delicate feet rubbed against Aster's bored face, her soft toes occasionally trying to tickle his nose or poke him in the mouth playfully. She giggled every time she did that, trying to get some attention from him. The boy, however, didn't even bother to open his eyes or move; he just continued to rest and lazily listen to the sound of his mother's quiet breathing.

Two more days had passed since Aster woke up, with Nivalis still completely unresponsive, apart from occasional mumbles and groans. Her fever lessened a bit, and her breathing improved, which was at least some good news. Silvia and Aster spent most of their time resting beside her, cuddling each other to death, tickling one another, and doing everything they could think of to pass the time.

A lot of mana invasions were involved as well, mostly to help with certain urges of their young, skinny bodies that arose whenever they ate—urges that no matter how much he tried, Aster simply couldn't get rid of. Not that it helped much in any way, but it was still at least something.

As for food, they still had plenty of it stored away in that little bag Nivalis had made, so there wasn't an immediate cause for concern. If they rationed carefully, they could stretch it out for a week at least. However, if his mother didn't wake up until then... their only choices would be to leave her here in the cave and venture out to hunt for more of those worms. It shouldn't be too difficult, but leaving Nivalis all by herself, alone, was something that Aster definitely didn't like.

Gently catching Silvia's tiny toe between his lips, he nibbled at it teasingly, causing her to squeal in surprise and giggle cutely while pressing the other foot against his forehead. "Your feet stink," he said after releasing the captive digit, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Finally opening his golden eyes, Aster glanced up and found himself staring up at his sister's smooth thighs with her little and completely hairless pussy nestled between them, pink and glistening with her natural lubrication. The girl leaned against the rocky wall, sitting right above his face.

"They do not!" Silvia retorted indignantly, wiggling her bare feet around his face. Her silver hair cascaded down her shoulders and chest, shimmering softly in the dimly lit cave as she pouted at him with a cute huff of annoyance. The weak flame flickered nearby, casting long shadows around their makeshift bed. "Here, sniff them yourself!" She took one foot, held it right under Aster's nose, and wiggled her toes teasingly.

The reason why Aster was lying there and doing nothing was precisely because of it. The pain that throbbed inside his little boyhood with every beat of his heart was almost unbearable. The fleeting idea of humping it out against their mother crossed his mind briefly, but he quickly dismissed that thought—it felt so utterly wrong to do such a thing when she was so ill.

'I just need to endure a bit longer... until mom wakes up...' Aster kept repeating in his mind, trying to maintain some semblance of self-control while Silvia squeezed his face with her feet, wiggling them playfully all around. "Stahp..." he groaned weakly when she poked him in the mouth with her big toe.

"Only if you admit that they don't stink," the girl smirked mischievously, wiggling them even faster and holding his head firmly between her soles. "Kiss each toe to show how sorry you are for calling them smelly."

There was no way he would give in so easily, even though her feet honestly didn't smell bad at all—and even if they did, he doubted it would matter much to him. No, as a brother, his duty demanded that he tease and annoy her back. Resist her dominance. "Make me," Aster replied defiantly, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly. "Stinky."

A huff escaped from between her lips in response, and in a low whisper, she said, "You asked for it," before swiftly leaning forward and grabbing his arms.

Everything happened so fast that when Aster finally reacted, his sister was already on top of his chest, pinning him down with surprising strength. Her soft butt pressed against both his forearms, keeping them trapped firmly underneath her while she grinned down at him victoriously. He tried to wriggle out from beneath her, only to discover that it was impossible; he was at her mercy. "Now... to think about it, they weren't that smelly," Aster mumbled, feeling the weight shift on top of him as his sister adjusted herself on top of him. "And they were cute, too..."

Silvia giggled and shook her head, her silver hair swaying around her shoulders. "Too late, Asty. You had your chance—" she began but suddenly stopped mid-sentence when a weak groan came beside them. They both turned their attention to their mother, who was lying on her side just nearby, brows furrowed in pain, lips trembling as she mumbled something indistinctly. Whimpers escaped from her mouth every now and then, breathing getting heavier with each passing second.

Stopping what they were doing instantly, Silvia quickly crawled towards her mother, with Aster following closely behind. "Mom? Can you hear me?" she asked softly while brushing away the sweaty locks of hair that clung to her forehead. But Nivalis offered no response except for another pained groan that escaped those trembling lips. This wasn't the first time it had happened, but each such time never failed to scare them both that she might die right then and there.

For the next ten minutes or so, they tried their best to calm Nivalis down. Aster kept whispering into her ear, "Everything will be alright... we are safe..." without stopping, telling her how much he loved her and would do anything to keep her safe. However, it didn't seem to work; no matter what he said, she only groaned weakly in response.

"I-I have an idea what could help," Silvia shyly whispered, glancing over at Aster. Her hands gently stroked Nivalis' hair and face, occasionally wiping away tears that ran down her cheeks with her thumb. "But... umm... well, it's a bit..."

Pulling away slightly, Aster nodded slowly and looked at his sister expectantly. "What is it? If it's our mana-invasion thing, I don't think we should do it. We just don't know what could happen to her..." he started mumbling, assuming that was the idea she hinted at. However, the girl shook her head, interrupting him.

"No, not that... you remember how mom used to play with your... testicles? Especially after your... sessions," she asked, feeling her face grow warm, making her feel even more embarrassed. She winced at how stupid it sounded. "I don't know, maybe if you let her touch them or something, she could calm down? Maybe? I don't know..." Silvia muttered, looking away and scratching the back of her head.

Even though it sounded a bit silly, Aster considered it. If there was any chance it could help, it was worth trying, as they were running out of ideas of what to do. Besides, ever since their nightly sessions became more frequent, Nivalis indeed took a liking to fondling his balls whenever she could, sometimes even falling asleep while doing that. He always enjoyed her gentle touch; there was nothing better in this world than it. "Alright... let's try it," Aster whispered, scooting closer and carefully positioning himself over the woman's hand.

"Whew, I'm glad you're up for it. I didn't suggest it earlier because I thought you'd be afraid she might accidentally crush them in her sleep." Silvia sighed in relief, lying beside them to watch closely.

— "Wait, what!?" Aster yelped, freezing on top of Nivalis' hand with his boy parts hovering just above her palm. However, before he could pull away, she shifted in her sleep, causing his hairless balls to fall right onto the softness of her hand. Almost immediately, her fingers curled around them firmly, cupping his fragile orbs. A surprised, high-pitched squeak left his mouth as he tensed up, his heart rate doubling instantly, eyes wide with shock.

Watching his little nuts getting squeezed was quite terrifying, so much so that it made even Silvia wince at the sight. She hid her face behind her hands. "Oh gods... she's totally gonna crush them," she muttered anxiously while peeking through her fingers. His shaft throbbed helplessly in the cold air above Nivalis' wrist, feeling so abandoned that it started crying with pre-cum.

Aster could only swallow thickly as he tried to keep himself still, feeling every little squeeze between his thighs, her fingers slowly but surely tightening around his hairless sack. Seconds dragged by like hours until finally, Nivalis's brows began to unclench slowly, and her breathing calmed down, and so did her grip on him.

To Aster's relief, her touch soon turned gentle and soothing, a familiar sensation he had experienced many times before. "Pheew... I'm alive..." the boy breathed out shakily, watching their mother's peaceful expression, where a gentle smile danced on her soft lips before glancing at Silvia. "That was mean and evil of you, you know," Aster whispered, frowning at the giggling girl.

"Sorry!" she said with a wide grin, looking visibly relieved as well. The last thing she needed was for their mother to find out, once awake, that she now had Asteria and Silvia, two lovely daughters. "But it worked! She looks so much better now," the girl added, sitting upright, her eyes flicking between Nivalis's face and her little brother's testicles.

Aster nodded in agreement, feeling every little caress of their mother's fingers around that delicate sack, rolling each orb gently in her palm. It made his body tremble ever so slightly, goosebumps rising all over his skin. "H-how long should I do it?" he asked hesitantly, his voice wavering slightly. Even though her touch was gentle and pleasant, it could go wrong in a split second. One slight squeeze and his little balls would be history.

"Umm... I don't know. A few minutes? Maybe more?" the girl shrugged, scooting closer to take a better look at what was happening down under. "Is it painful?" she asked innocently, watching her mother's hand knead that tiny sack carefully but firmly. Tugs were given every now and then, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Aster every time it happened.

The boy released a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm himself. His heart pounded in his chest as he closed his eyes momentarily. "Not really... it feels nice, just... scary," he mumbled a moment before a pathetic little whimper left him when Nivalis tugged at his sack again. It was even scarier than facing that lizard. Trying to take his mind off the potential danger, Aster asked nervously, "S-soo... have you decided what those favors will be? Because this feels like one."

"Nope," Silvia replied innocently and shook her head, barely blinking as she watched his testicles moving almost like fluid inside their mother's palm, rolling around and squeezing in a soothing rhythm. It was the most entertaining thing she had seen in a while. "And it isn't a favor. It's for Mom, so don't even try to count it," she added, not even looking at his face.

Aster sighed heavily. "Fine..."

The silence that followed was quite awkward, with Aster sitting atop Nivalis' hand and getting his most private parts massaged while Silvia watched closely every little thing that happened. Occasionally, she would let out a soft hum of approval as Nivalis' fingers caressed him in just the right spot, making him squirm and gasp quietly. It was a strange situation, no doubt about it. But what wouldn't a loving son do for his mother?

After some time of enduring the girl's intense gaze, Aster finally spoke up again. "Can you... not watch?" he whispered, glancing at her with an annoyed frown.

A small pout appeared on Silvia's face as she crossed her arms under her cute flatness, huffing lightly. "It was my idea, so I wanna look," the girl mumbled defiantly, not moving her eyes away from the show between his legs even for a second. "And I'm bored, so."

A few seconds later, she glanced a little bit higher at that lonely shaft of his, watching its tip oozing precum down onto Nivalis' skin. It throbbed furiously and helplessly in the cold air, reminding her of one particular ice sculpture she once made. The itch between Silvia's legs made itself known as she squirmed slightly, pressing her thighs together to ease it a bit.

With a frustrated roll of his eyes, Aster muttered, "How about you entertain yourself by thinking about your favors?" which earned him an even bigger pout. He had to ignore that, however, as the ache in his knees was becoming too uncomfortable to ignore anymore, forcing him to shift slightly and press his chest against his mother's arm. Silvia's warm palm pressed against his butt as he did so, steadying him with her touch.

"Hm... alright, I'll try..." she mumbled reluctantly after a moment of hesitation, finally giving Aster some privacy. Taking her time, she thought about what exactly she would ask him to do, humming and murmuring under her breath while looking up at the rocky ceiling, the shadows dancing along its surface from the weak flame nearby. Her hand remained resting on his butt throughout all of this, feeling how his hips tensed up with each squeeze Nivalis gave that hairless sack.

...

[Nivalis Silverfrost]

The darkness surrounding Nivalis felt suffocating, oppressive, and heavy... like a thick blanket covering everything around her. Fog swirled within its depths in an icy mist, making it incredibly hard to draw enough air into her lungs. Everything was silent save for her labored breathing, the shuffle of her bare feet, and the sound of her heartbeat echoing in her ears, growing louder the longer she tried to run. Her white dress clung to her body, drenched in sweat

It felt like weeks since she had found herself in this nightmarish place. Haldor's cruel laughter rang out around her, forcing her to run even faster without any idea where she was going. His silhouette kept appearing on the edge of her vision, only to vanish as quickly whenever Nivalis tried to glance in that direction. "Run! Run like the whore you are!" he yelled out at her, causing the poor woman to wince with terror as tears ran down her cheeks.

Fear drove her forward, legs burning from fatigue, lungs gasping for air, yet it somehow felt that she had barely covered any distance. No matter how long Nivalis ran, there was nothing but darkness and fog, with no sign of an end. 'Gods... someone... help me...' she thought, whimpering desperately in a hoarse voice.

But what terrified her the most wasn't the endless darkness, nor was it the chilling fog or her husband's laughter. No... what made Nivalis's heart skip a beat was that her children were nowhere in sight.

Her baby boy, Aster, always brought a smile to her weary face whenever she held him in her arms, her little knight. He was incredibly brave and selfless, even in the face of certain doom, ready to protect his mother and sister no matter what. He rarely complained about anything, no matter what she asked of him. Even as an infant, when they were chased and traveled through that creepy forest with nothing but a sled, he never cried, not even once. She doubted they would have made it this far if he had.

And Silvia... oh gods, her precious little princess, who looked so much like herself when Nivalis was younger. The girl could be a real pain in the neck, a little devil, but her smile and laugh were worth all the trouble in this world. And she was just as loving and caring as her brother, always ready to help her mother whenever she needed it.

Nivalis couldn't lose them, couldn't bear the thought that they might be gone forever. They were all she had left in this life. But the more she ran through the endless darkness, the more desperate and hopeless she felt, unsure if they were still alive.

What if she was too late? What if— "Ahhh!" Nivalis yelped when the ground beneath her gave in, making her trip and fall helplessly. The sensation of falling seemed endless until she finally landed on something wet and cold... mud. Pain shot up from her backside as she screamed out, tears flowing freely from her blue eyes.

Before Nivalis could even attempt to stand up, the squelching sound of heavy footsteps reached her ears, growing closer by the second. "Look at you, finally on all fours, just like I taught you," Haldor sneered down at her from behind, towering over her tiny frame. Raven-black hair reached down his shoulders, golden eyes glowing in the darkness as he looked down at her, lacking any warmth.

Whimpering with terror, Nivalis crawled from him, shuffling through the mud on her hands and knees. "P-please... no..." she begged, her voice trembling pathetically. But her pleas fell on deaf ears, as a moment later, she felt his rough hand grab her ankle, dragging her back with little effort.

The sound of her scream filled her ears, fingernails digging desperately into the ground, but it was no use. "Stop! Please! Someone!" Nivalis cried out, sobbing uncontrollably as her dress got bunched up around her waist, exposing her bare thighs. It was always like this. All those years of living in constant fear, humiliation, and pain... no matter how much she begged and pleaded, no one ever came to her rescue.

But this time, things were different.

A few steps away from Nivalis, a tiny ball of light appeared out of nowhere, hovering slightly above the muddy ground. A second later, something popped out of it—a cute little bunny so small that it could easily fit in her palm. The tiny creature had eyes of the exact golden shade as Haldor's but radiated kindness, innocence, and so much love, unlike those cruel ones that kept torturing Nivalis every day and night. A fluffy tail wiggled adorably behind its body as it hopped toward her, ears flopping cutely.

Haldor's grip loosened around her ankle, and his hand shook ever so slightly. "That's not possible..." he muttered under his breath, stepping back from Nivalis and that creature. "Not the guardian bunny! How did you find me?!" he mumbled in fear, his voice so unfamiliar.

Hearing his voice, the bunny turned its head to look up at him before hopping toward the man, one tiny jump after another. As it got closer, Nivalis saw Haldor fall onto his backside, eyes wide open with pure terror. "NO! NO!" he yelled out, crawling away from it in desperation. Once close enough, the fluffy creature stopped in front of him for a moment before it leaped onto the man's face with such incredible agility that one could never expect from something so tiny and adorable.

Like a thunderclap, the deafening boom filled the air as a tiny paw landed on Haldor's cheek, echoing throughout the darkness. The ground shook beneath them, making Nivalis gasp softly in surprise.

Covering his face with both hands, the man quickly rose to his feet and turned away from her. He ran like a scared little girl, his legs flailing wildly and rising way too high with every step. "I'll return! Just wait and see, guardian bunny! My revenge shall be swift!" he cried out without a hint of confidence, his voice trembling pathetically.

As soon as Haldor disappeared into the endless fog, the tiny creature started hopping toward Nivalis again, little by little, until it leaped onto her mud-covered lap. His pink nose twitched as it sniffed her trembling hand, tiny whiskers tickling her fingers and making her giggle softly through her tears. The bunny looked up at her with those golden eyes, its face reminding Nivalis so much of Aster's.

Sniffling quietly, the woman gently lifted the fluffy creature with only her palm, feeling how delicate and soft it was against her skin. "Thank you for saving me, mister guardian. I owe you," she whispered with a gentle smile, giving him a little rub behind those cute, little ears. "You like it, don't you? Hm?" Nivalis asked, only to receive a happy squeak.

Gently stroking that fuzzy fur again, she couldn't help but giggle when the bunny squirmed in her hand, nuzzling against her palm affectionately with its little tail wiggling behind. His soft fur felt incredibly warm and pleasant against her fingers, making Nivalis almost forget about how scared she had been moments ago.