Everlasting dream (18+)

 

[Silvia]

The fire burned itself out, its glowing embers slowly fading into ash. The sky outside the cave was still dark, with only a hint of light on the horizon; the stars faded slowly above the tall trees.

Inside the cave, a young, silver-haired girl lay on a comfortable bed of blankets, sleeping peacefully, with nothing covering her small, skinny body. Silvia was snuggled close to her brother, her face buried in his neck, their long, silver locks spread around, intertwined.

A soft yawn echoed in her half-elven ears, coming from behind, signaling her mother was awake. It made the little girl want to yawn, too, and she did. Her lips parted slightly, and a cute little noise escaped her mouth. Silvia's golden eyes fluttered open; her long eyelashes softly brushed against her brother's neck as she tried to adjust her vision to the dim light of their cave.

Silvia looked up at her brother as she stretched her petite body, seeing him peacefully sleeping. Her little pink nipple brushed against his arm, and she let out another soft, adorable yawn. Then, she turned around to look at her mother.

— "Good morning, Mommy," Silvia mumbled, her voice hoarse from sleep. "Is it time to wake up already?" she asked, watching Nivalis stretch her body as well, her big, incredibly soft breasts to the sides.

"Good morning, sweetie," Nivalis whispered, slowly sitting up and leaning over to gently kiss Silvia's forehead. "You can sleep a bit more if you want. It's still dark outside," she added, covering Aster's and her little girl's skinny body with a blanket. "I just wanted to make something tasty for you and Asty. Go back to sleep, honey. I'll wake you up when food is ready," she smiled, tucking her in.

— "No, it's okay. I'm awake. I want to help, too," Silvia mumbled, removing the blanket and slowly sitting up. Her weak body trembled from the effort, making her groan in pain. Nivalis quickly came to her side and held her, supporting the girl. "T-thanks," Silvia said shyly, wrapping her small arms around her mother's neck. Nivalis carefully held the girl, cradling her naked body in her arms, and lifted her from the bed.

Soft, bare feet shuffled against the stone floor as Nivalis carried her daughter. She moved slowly towards the kitchen, carefully lowering the girl onto a soft pile of dried grass. She adjusted Silvia's limp legs, ensuring she was sitting comfortably. "There you go," Nivalis whispered, brushing strands of hair from her pale face.

— "Thank you, Mom," Silvia whispered back, looking at her mother with a smile. Nivalis gently pinched the girl's cheek, giving a bit of color to her face, smiling in return.

Silvia squinted her eyes, watching through the cave's dim light as her mother took their largest wooden bowl, one they had recently made, and went to the water to fill it. "Can you take care of the fire and heat the stones?" Nivalis asked quietly, trying not to wake up Aster. She glanced back at her daughter, the dying embers letting see the outline of her cute face.

— "Of course," Silvia replied, looking around for the wood. With her legs still not working, she had to do everything on the ground without standing up. She leaned to the side and reached for sticks, her small naked bottom lifting a few blades of grass stuck to her skin.

Her weak fingers gripped the smallest stick and tossed it into the fireplace to the glowing embers. The little girl blew, making the ember spark to life, a tiny flame dancing, starting to consume the wood.

Nivalis placed the bowl on the ground near the fireplace and went to get the ingredients from the pile of charcoal and ash near the entrance. The pile was their storage for food; it protected everything inside from moisture. Over the past three weeks since Silvia woke up, the pile had significantly grown thanks to her Aster working tirelessly daily to fill it with food.

But with the current pace, without fishing, it still won't be nearly enough to make it through the winter. Maybe, just maybe, if they cut their portions to one-fifth of the usual winter meal, it will be just enough to survive the cold season. It will be tough, very tough. Those winter meals were already barely enough to make it through the day. Thinking of what awaits them when the summer ends made her sigh sadly.

While Silvia took care of the fire, Nivalis grabbed mushrooms, herbs, and even two small, edible roots Aster had recently found. It was a rare, spicy treat, perfect for the boy to enjoy as his day's first meal. With him spending most of his time outside, facing the dangers of the forest, the least she could do for him was prepare a delicious breakfast.

Nivalis quickly washed everything and returned to the fire, placing the ingredients near the bowl. She looked at her daughter and smiled, watching the girl's face light up from the warmth of the flames. The fire's light danced against the smooth skin of Silvia's naked, flat chest; her long, silver hair fell on her shoulders, reaching her naked thighs.

Nivalis quietly took the knife from nearby and sat closer to the flat stone they used as a cutting board. "Do you need help with stones? They are a bit heavy," Nivalis asked quietly, making the pale girl turn her head towards her.

— "Nah, it's fine. I can handle it," Silvia answered, leaning her torso closer to the fireplace, reaching for the biggest, round stone nearby. Using all the strength she could muster, she used two sticks to lift the rock, her hands shaking as she slowly moved it toward the fire. As she let it go, she heard the soft 'thump' as the rock landed, feeling the heat of the fire on her face.

"Be careful," Nivalis reminded her daughter, her blue eyes focused on the knife in her hand as she tried not to press the blade too hard against the stone. "And watch your hair when you this close to the fire."

— "I am, don't worry," Silvia replied, taking the smaller rock with the same two sticks, and after a moment of effort, she dropped the second stone into the fire. "By the way, my legs don't hurt as much today," she said, pausing to wipe the sweat from her forehead, then reached for the next rock, slowly sliding it closer. "Maybe I'll be able to walk soon."

Nivalis paused, a handful of herbs half-cut on the flat rock, glanced at her daughter, and smiled, "That's wonderful, honey. Your brother's spell was truly a miracle," Nivalis whispered, resuming her work. "Maybe ask him to cast it again before he leaves? He came quite late yesterday and was too tired for it. I'm sure he wouldn't mind," she suggested, blowing a lock of hair from her face.

— "Mhm, okay. I'll ask him," Silvia nodded, picking up the last stone. After she dropped it into the flames, the girl looked at her mother, "Do you need help?" she asked, curiously leaning forward, her hands resting on her thighs.

"No, darling, it's fine. Just keep the fire going, alright? Thanks, though," Nivalis murmured, glancing at her daughter.

— "Okay," Silvia muttered, stirring the embers with a stick. The flames grew brighter, illuminating the entire room. After a minute, Silvia broke the silence. "The spell Asty made for me... it is quite complicated. To do something like this in under a month..." the girl started, her eyes glued to the flames. "When I started, I could only freeze the water I touched. I guess he's more talented in magic than me," she said, watching the fire dance, sparks flying up. "And his sense of mana? It's way better than mine."

Nivalis glanced at her daughter and gave her a soft smile, whispering, "I don't think it has something to do with a talent, sweetie," she said warmly, her blue eyes reflecting the fire. "His sister needed help, and that's all. It's hard not to give it your all when someone you love needs you," she added, cutting the root, the soft, earthy scent filling the air.

Silvia sighed, nodding her head, "Yeah... I guess," she mumbled, poking the fire. "It's just... I was supposed to be the one who protects him... I am his big sister, after all. But it doesn't feel like it," she added, frowning. Her golden eyes reflected the light in her shiny pupils. "I can't even walk..."

Nivalis sighed, setting the knife aside to give her daughter her full attention. "Sweetie, you did protect him and me. The ice wall you created saved our lives; we wouldn't be here if it weren't for you," Nivalis said, giving her daughter a moment to realize it, then continued, "You and I will heal. And then we will do our best to protect our boy, alright? But for now, let's just focus on making your brother something delicious," she added, making her daughter look up and give her a tiny nod.

"I think the stones are hot enough. Let's start heating the water," Nivalis whispered, signaling Silvia to hand her two sticks, and she did. Nivalis carefully picked up the hot stone from the fire and lowered it into the wooden bowl.

The hissing sound reached the girls' ears as the water began to boil instantly. "Can you add the ingredients to the water?" Nivalis asked, returning the wet stone to the flames to heat again, getting a new one. Her soft breasts hung heavily, swaying left and right as she worked.

— "Sure," Silvia nodded, reaching her small hands to gather the ingredients from the cutting stone. Slowly, one by one, she dropped everything into the water. The hissing sounds continued as Nivalis lowered the next stone, the steam warming the girls' naked bodies.

...

 

"Wake up, my love," Nivalis whispered, leaning in to gently kiss her son's temple. Aster opened his eyes, golden like the sun, and looked at his mother with a sleepy gaze.

"Morning, Mom..." Aster muttered, a sleepy smile playing on his lips.

"Time to rise and shine, sweetheart. We've prepared a tasty breakfast for you," Nivalis whispered, her fingers gently running through his silver hair.

"Mm," Aster nodded, closing his eyes.

Silvia was seated on the bed, holding a bowl of warm soup, patiently waiting for her brother to wake up and take it. But instead of seeing him get up, she watched as he drifted back to sleep. Sighing, the girl carefully placed the wooden bowl beside the bed. Then, in one quick move, she pulled down his blanket, exposing his little, pale bottom.

His smooth ass cheeks looked so cute and inviting as if begging her to pinch them. And so she did, causing him to yelp like a girl and jump up, covering his backside with his hands. "Wake up, sleepyhead," Silvia giggled, her brother glaring daggers at her.

Aster's eyes narrowed, and a smirk spread across his face. Before Silvia could react, he threw the blanket at her. "Ah!" Silvia shrieked, feeling her brother wrap it around her body. She tried to escape from it but was too weak to do it.

A moment later, her brother tightly wrapped his arms around her small, delicate body, her head barely visible from the bundle she was trapped in, her hands inside, pressed against her chest, unable to move. "Aster! Let me go!" Silvia whined, squirming in his embrace.

"Nope," Aster whispered, lying back, pulling her with him. The girl was now on top of her brother, unable to move, like a worm wiggling. He kissed her forehead, making annoying smooching sounds. "Good morning, sis," he said, giggling.

— "Ugh... good morning," Silvia groaned, rolling her eyes. "Let me go, dummy," she pouted at him cutely.

"No, not until you say something nice to me," Aster mumbled, kissing the little nose of his sister. Now, it's starting to itch.

"Astyyyy," Silvia whined into his ear, trying to catch his earlobe with her mouth, her only way out. But Aster just laughed, dodging her attempts, catching her earlobe instead. He started nibbling it gently. "Haha-No! Mom! Tell him to let me go!" she pleaded, trying to free herself, wiggling her hips against her brother. "I'm innocent!"

"Honey, let your sister go," Nivalis giggled, her lips curling upwards as she watched the two.

— "See, little bro? You have to let me go if you don't want to get spanked," Silvia said, giving her brother a triumphant smirk as he pulled his mouth away from her ear.

"Alright, alright," Aster mumbled, pretending to be disappointed. Silvia's expression of hope suddenly turned into a laughing one when he started tickling her sides, making the girl squeal in his arms. "On the other hand, it's so worth the spanking," he laughed, feeling her ribs through the blankets.

— "N-no... Stop!" Silvia shrieked, laughing and squirming. "Ah! No-no, not my ribs! Mom, save me!" Silvia giggled, unable to move. 

"I-I'll make us some tea. Be right back," Nivalis chuckled, quickly standing up and making her way to the fireplace, leaving the two to play.

...

 

The breakfast was delicious, as expected. The three ate directly from the bowl, passing it to the next person every few bites. The hot, steamy, hearty soup filled their bellies, the smell of herbs, mushrooms, and roots lingering in the air. They rested on the bed, covered by a single blanket, giving themselves a moment to relax.

"Thanks for breakfast, sis," Aster said, snuggling closer to his mother's side. He pressed his skinny body against her, feeling how she wrapped her arm around him. "You and Mom did a great job," he added, kissing his mother's pale skin.

— "You're welcome," Silvia smiled, pressing her petite body from the other side, snuggling closer. With Nivalis in the middle, the kids rested their heads on her large breasts, the soft, warm flesh serving as a comfortable pillow. Brother and sister just looked at each other, smiling as their mother massaged their backs, her hands moving up and down their naked bodies, occasionally going a bit lower, her palms gently sliding along their little behinds.

"This is nice," Aster broke the silence. "I wish we could stay like this for the entire day," he mumbled, his head sinking into his mother's soft breast.

— "Mhm," Silvia agreed, lazily circling her index finger around her mother's pink nipple, watching how it slowly got erect. "Hey, Asty... Can you do the thing again? With the mana. Please," she asked, looking away from the hardened, pink nub, meeting her brother's eyes. "Before you have to go."

"Oh, right... I forgot yesterday," Aster said, giving her a sad smile. "Sorry."

"That's okay. It was a long day," Silvia replied quietly, her golden eyes shining with hope as she asked again, "So... can you do it?"

The boy smiled and nodded, saying, "Sure, sis." Aster slowly sat up, removed the blanket covering his small, skinny body, and crawled around his mother. His little, flaccid little penis and balls dangling between his legs made the girls smile.

He lifted the corner of the blanket, revealing his sister's smooth skin, and crawled inside. Silvia wrapped her arms around her brother, pressing his flat chest against her. The boy's legs parted around hers, making Silvia's soft thighs rest between his.

The feeling of his soft, little member pressed against her skin didn't stop her from hugging him. It was something Silvia got used to from sleeping with her brother all these years, and she liked the feeling. It wasn't something dirty or sexual. It was just him, her brother, being close. Aster carefully rolled her over, making her lay on top of him.

They held each other tightly, their noses touching, and his warm breaths brushed against her soft lips. "Ready?" Aster whispered, his golden eyes looking into hers, their silver hair tangled together.

— "Yeah," Silvia replied, nuzzling her face into his neck and closing her eyes. The smell of her brother's skin filled her nose, a bit sweaty, but the scent was so comforting that she couldn't help but breathe it in more. After a few minutes of silence, a familiar feeling of heat from his chest reached her, making her take a deep breath, preparing for the inevitable pain.

The first time with her brother was the most intense and painful. He failed to penetrate her, and the tremendous pain he caused made little Silvia cry her lungs out. It took her a long while to calm down. But the next day, first thing in the morning, Aster asked her to try again, promising that it would work and he would get through her mana this time.

Silvia was scared, terrified of experiencing the same pain again, but it was the only way to get better, so she agreed. The pain was horrible. Her whole body trembled from it, even though she couldn't move a single finger.

But to Silvia's surprise, after only a few minutes of effort, her little brother managed to get inside and spread his warmth deep into his big sister. And the feeling of it was the complete opposite of pain.

The feeling was incredible — like having a hot bath in a snowstorm. Her brother's warmth reached places she didn't even know existed, places that had been numb for as long as she could remember. His heat touched places so sensitive that her brain couldn't comprehend the pleasure she felt. Once she felt him inside, the pain seemed insignificant compared to the sensation that awaited her at the end.

"I'm ready," Aster whispered after ten minutes of igniting mana. As the words left his mouth, the pain started. He no longer had to place his hand on her chest to send his mana. After a week of doing this, they discovered that the process gets much easier when he pushes it directly from his chest into hers.

Her body stiffened, and a sharp, loud moan escaped her lips, echoing around the cave. Hearing it, Aster wrapped his arms tighter around his sister's naked body, the skin between them becoming wet. Silvia squeezed her eyes shut, her teeth clenched, her fingers digging into her brother's shoulders. Their pink nipples rubbed against each other, hardening from the friction.

— "Oh... ahh... Oww," Silvia whimpered, trying to endure the pain as Aster's warmth began penetrating her. Trying to distract herself, she parted her puffy lips and gently bit the delicate skin of his neck, feeling his pulse with her wet tongue. As Aster began swirling his mana, she couldn't help but start sucking on his skin, unintentionally making a small hickey.

Nivalis started gently massaging her daughter's back, trying to help her bear the pain. Her soft hand moved up and down, following the shape of her spine, feeling the gentle curve of her lower back.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was only five minutes in reality, Silvia felt her brother's warmth entering her again, where it belonged. The strange feeling of her mana being penetrated, her tiny hole forced to spread around him... It made her tremble as goosebumps appeared all over her petite body. The incredible feeling of her little brother filling her with his warmth made her release a long, muffled moan into his neck.

"It's okay... I'm inside," Aster whispered into her sensitive, half-elven ear, sending more and more mana into his sister, making her whole body tremble against his. The suckling on his neck intensified, her little mouth making him wince.

— "Mmfhh," Silvia moaned, her teeth sinking into his soft skin. The pleasure was overwhelming, her mind not knowing how to process it. The only thing she could do was continue moaning while her little brother's heat entered deeper and deeper, filling her insides.

"Just like that, honey. Let Asty in," Nivalis whispered, continuing to massage her daughter's back, helping her endure the pain that made her tremble this much.

Even after Aster finished and got pushed out of her tight hole, Silvia remained motionless, lying on top of him, catching her breath with her eyes still shut tight. She felt how the place he penetrated, this tiny hole in her mana, pulsated, contracting repeatedly. A few drops of his warmth leaked outside before it sealed completely, making the girl sigh sadly.

"Are you alright, sis?" Aster asked, running his fingers through her soft hair. The girl didn't respond for a while, making him wonder if she had fallen asleep, but finally, after a long minute, she took a deep breath against his skin and slowly let go of his neck.

— "Mhm," Silvia nodded, feeling how his mana lingered inside her. She gently took his hand and interlocked their fingers. "Thank you, Asty. It helped," she whispered, pulling her head away and looking into his golden eyes, a perfect copy of hers. "And sorry about that," she said, glancing down at his neck, seeing marks of her teeth on it. "I... got carried away."

"Don't worry about it," Aster smiled, pinching her flushed cheek, making her smile back.

Nivalis quietly snuggled closer, hugging her two children. "My little angels," she whispered, smiling warmly, her big, soft breasts squished against their sides. "Feeling better, sweetie?" she asked, caressing her daughter's hair, tucking strands behind her ear.

— "Yeah, a lot better," Silvia replied, resting her head on her brother's shoulder and looking up at her mother. "Asty, did you push more mana than usual?" she asked, her fingers still intertwined with his.

"I tried. Did it work?" Aster asked, squeezing her hand gently.

— "Mhm. It felt much more intense," Silvia replied, returning the squeeze and closing her eyes with a soft sigh.

"Was it too much? I can do less next time," Aster said, his expression becoming concerned.

— "No, it's the first part that hurts the most, not the end," Silvia assured him, looking at his worried face. "Don't worry about it."

"Alright," Aster replied, his frown disappearing. He carefully rolled her off of him and helped her lie back down on the bed, holding her head. "The sun will rise soon; I need to go," he said, sitting up.

— "Aww, you want to leave so soon?" Silvia pouted, looking up at him.

"I'll be back in the evening, as usual. I'll try to find something tasty for you, alright?" Aster smiled, gently pinching the other cheek. The girl fluttered her golden eyes, nodding.

Nivalis also sat up and looked at her son, her eyes slightly sad. "Do you need help getting dressed?" she asked, about to get up.

"No, thank you, Mom. I'll manage," Aster shook his head, getting up from the bed. "You woke up way too early, so try to sleep some more. Both of you," he added, going to the fireplace where his clothes were drying.

After putting on his tunic, pants, and disguise cloak, he took the leather backpack from the ground, ensured an empty sack was inside, and walked to the entrance. There, he tied his boots and grabbed his spear from the wall.

"Be careful, honey," Nivalis said, smiling softly. "We love you."

"I will," Aster replied, looking back at his mother and sister, smiling at him. He smiled back, "I love you too."

— "See you later, little bro," Silvia whispered, waving her hand. Her mother wrapped her arms around the girl and pulled her in between her breasts. Only a waving hand remained.

"See you later," Aster chuckled at the sight and stepped into the dark corridors of their cave, making his way outside. His footsteps echoed in the dark, making the girls uneasy as they grew quieter until they heard nothing.

— "He's going to be fine," Silvia said, turning around to face her mother, looking up at her worried expression.

"I know," Nivalis whispered, holding her child tight. "No matter how often I watch him go outside, it never gets easier," she added, slowly rolling onto her back, making her little girl lie on top of her. "Do you mind sleeping like this?" Nivalis asked, looking down at her daughter's beautiful, sleepy face nuzzled against her soft breast.

— "Never," Silvia mumbled, wrapping her arms around her mother and closing her eyes. The soothing feeling of their chests rising and falling against each other as they breathed calmed them both, making their eyelids heavy. The cave grew silent as they lay motionless like this, slowly drifting back to sleep.

...

 

"Look, do it like this, see? You need to lift your finger a bit higher," Nivalis whispered to her daughter, showing how to use the crochet hook. They sat together in the kitchen, their naked bodies glistening with sweat.

The day was unbearably hot, and living next to the hot spring only worsened it, causing them to sweat even while doing nothing. At least the sunlight from the ceiling, a hole high above the water, provided enough light to work without a fire.

— "Like this?" Silvia said, trying to replicate what she saw. Nivalis leaned a bit closer to inspect her daughter's work.

"Yes, that's correct," Nivalis nodded, giving her a proud smile. "See? You can become quite good at it with some practice," she added, kissing her sweaty forehead.

— "I don't know... Do we really need the scarf I'm making? With this heat? Maybe I should make a tunic like you do?" Silvia sighed, making her mother chuckle.

"A scarf is the simplest thing to make with a hook, honey. Everyone starts with it. And trust me, winter will arrive sooner than we think," Nivalis smiled, patting her daughter's head. "It's good practice for you."

— "If you say so..." Silvia replied, her golden eyes fixed on the wooden hook in her hands. "Then, I'll make the warmest scarf for Asty!" Silvia declared with a smile on her lips. Her fingers resumed working, moving the thread around the hook in a rhythmic motion.

Nivalis smiled, watching her daughter work. "I'm sure he'll love it, sweetie," she whispered, returning her attention to the piece of cloth she was working on. Her fingers skillfully moved the thread around the hook, at least three times faster than her daughter.

Their soft breathing blended with the sound of moving strings. Silence hung between them, neither having much to say. After twenty minutes of work, Silvia broke the silence. "Look, I've made twenty rows already!" she exclaimed, holding the crudely waved piece of clothing made from dried plant Aster found in the woods, threads hanging loose.

Nivalis stopped working, setting her hook and unfinished piece aside. "That's great, honey," she smiled, leaning closer and gently touching her daughter's bare thigh. Her hand moved up and down as she spoke, "See here? It's a bit loose in this part. Try to keep the tension. It's not usually an issue when working with something like wool, but we don't have that," she explained, pointing at a few rows in the middle.

— "I see," Silvia nodded, looking at the spot her mother pointed out. She began unraveling the thread, returning to the rows that needed redo. "Thanks, I will fix it," she added, glancing up at her mother, who simply smiled at her, proud.

"It's not easy, I know," Nivalis whispered, resuming her work. Her fingers moved swiftly, creating neat, small rows.

— "No, this is quite fun," Silvia chirped, smiling at her mother. "I thought it would be as boring as when we made all these threads. It took ages for Asty to find the right plant and even longer to properly dry it... And spending days just weaving it and tying pieces together... Just ugh," she groaned, shaking her head.

"Yeah... I'm not looking forward to doing it again. Let's hope four rolls will be enough for the scarf and tunic," Nivalis chuckled, glancing at the four balls of thread rolled up, lying next to them. "Though, we probably need to prepare a lot for the winter. With nothing to do, it will be a great way to spend time together."

Silvia hummed in agreement. "It's so hot... I'm all sweaty and gross," she mumbled, looking at her mother in the same state. Her big breasts glistened heavily, swaying from side to side lightly as she worked. Droplets of sweat formed on her pink nipples, threatening to fall at any moment, but they never did, just getting bigger over time.

"Want to take a quick bath?" Nivalis asked, glancing at her.

— "Mhm," Silvia happily nodded, setting her work aside. Nivalis also put hers down, gently lifting her daughter into her arms and standing up. Her muscles trembled from the effort; Silvia wrapped her hands around her mother's neck, their sticky bodies rubbing against each other.

Holding the girl tight, Nivalis made her way toward the hot spring, careful not to trip over the uneven cavern floor. In unison, the girls produced a satisfied sigh when Nivalis carefully lowered them into the pool, the hot, steamy water enveloping their sweaty bodies.

...

 

The evening sun was slowly hiding behind the trees, turning the sky an orange shade. An owl flew high above the cave's entrance, going out for its nightly hunt.

Inside, two girls quietly sat by the entrance, hidden behind a veil of vines. Nivalis gently stroked her daughter's hair, her fingers combing the silver strands. The girl sat on her mother's lap, legs to the side, her golden eyes staring into the darkening forest, the sounds of nature filling their ears.

— "Why is it taking him so long?" Silvia whispered, breaking the silence and looking up at her mother, the worried expression on her little face.

Nivalis continued running her fingers through the girl's long hair, "Maybe he found something interesting and lost track of time," she suggested, glancing around the nearby trees, not believing her own words. "Remember when he found honey for you? He came home after the sun had gone down."

— "I know..." Silvia sighed, leaning back and resting her head on her mother's chest. Their tunics were already wet, sticking to their skin; Silvia's nipples poked through the damp fabric. "It's just... I'd rather have him come home early and safe than have honey," she mumbled, closing her golden eyes.

Nivalis silently kissed the top of her head, wrapping her arms around her petite body. "I feel the same, sweetie," Nivalis whispered with a hint of sadness.

As the sun's rays disappeared, the forest grew darker, with only a hint of light shining through the leaves. And the boy still did not show up.

"How about I massage your legs, honey?" Nivalis suggested, her hand gently sliding up and down her daughter's thigh, squeezing it lightly.

— "Mhm," Silvia mumbled, not moving her golden gaze away from the forest. Her mother parted her pale thighs slightly and began slowly kneading her smooth, delicate skin, moving her hand up and down her cold legs. The deafening silence followed, the girls remaining quiet.

Then, minutes turned into an hour, the moon rising higher and higher above the trees, yet Aster still hadn't returned. The girls grew increasingly anxious, their worry etched on their faces.

Silvia stopped her mother's hand, slowly intertwining their fingers. She swallowed the saliva building up in her mouth, her eyes darting between the trees. Nivalis gently squeezed her hand in response, her heart pounding so loudly that even Silvia could hear it.

Another hour passed, and still, the boy didn't come. Silvia's mind raced, fear building up inside her. The girls could barely hold their emotions, their eyes brimming with tears, ready to spill over at any moment. They didn't talk, not a single word. Only the sound of their quickening breaths filled the silence.

Another hour.

And another.

Still, he didn't come.