Everlasting dream (18+)

Aster's golden eyes fluttered open, noticing a faint glow on the other side of their cave. The fireplace held a few dying embers, casting a
soft, almost inaudible snore escaped her pink lips.
Aster stirred, feeling his mother's bare chest beneath him, the rhythmic rise and fall of her ribcage, her heart beating a steady lullaby against his half-elven ear. He buried his face between two impossibly soft mounds, her breasts, pressing them together around his head with his tiny hands as he inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with his mother's unique, sweetest scent.

The morning light was still an hour or so away, judging by the lack of illumination from the small hole in the cave ceiling. He wanted nothing more than to drift back into slumber but knew it would be impossible now that he was awake, his mind buzzing with the day ahead.
Instead, he chose to stay like this, enjoying the warmth of his mother's body, waiting patiently for dawn.
His tiny hands continued to gently caress and squeeze her soft breasts, fingers sinking into the plush flesh. Occasionally, Aster shook them a little, watching in fascination as small waves rippled across her pale skin. But nothing compared to circling his finger around one of her pink nipples, mesmerized by how it slowly hardened under his touch, leaving goosebumps all around it.
Focusing on the small pink nipple that rose and fell with each breath his mother took, Aster reached out with two of his tiny fingers, gently pinching the bud between them, holding it steady as her breast continued to move beneath his touch. 'Hmm, maybe I woke up early because I'm hungry,' he mused, releasing her nipple and watching it bounce back into place.
The boy shivered slightly as the cold of the stone floor seeped into his bare feet.
glancing at the fireplace. He walked towards it, feeling the temperature rise with each step until the warmth of the hot spring embraced him. Kneeling before the fire, Aster gathered some twigs and branches, placing them gently onto the embers. Leaning forward, he blew softly, coaxing the flames back to life.
As the fire crackled and grew, Aster realized he could have simply used his magic to reignite it instead of getting his head spinning. He chuckled silently at his forgetfulness, slapping his cheeks lightly to shake off the remaining sleepiness.
Grabbing a handful of heating stones, he tossed them into the flames before settling down to watch
The water in the wooden bowl bubbled and hissed as Aster stirred the contents with a worn, hand-carved spoon
. The smell of mushrooms and herbs filled the cave, teasing his nostrils and making his mouth water. He had been seated here for about an hour, yet the sun
Aster jumped slightly, barely managing to keep the soup in the spoon from spilling. "Morning, sweetie," Nivalis's sleepy voice whispered into his ear. Her warm breath tickled his skin as her arms tightened around him, and her large, soft breasts pressed against his back.
— "Good morning, Mom," Aster smiled, tilting his head to the side and offering her the spoonful of food instead of tasting it himself.
utensil. She closed her eyes as she savored the meal, her cheeks slightly puffing up before she swallowed. "Mmm... that's quite good, honey. But maybe a little more herbs?" she suggested, smacking her lips next to the boy's ear.

"Alright," Aster nodded, pinching some additional dried herbs into the bowl and stirring them in thoroughly with the spoon before scooping up another bite for her. He blew on it gently before lifting it to her lips.


"Mmmhmm," Nivalis hummed, her chin resting on his bony shoulder. Her delicate hands slid up and down his torso, tracing his ribcage lightly. "Why so early, darling? You'll be tired all day," she whispered, her silver locks blending
as they cascaded down their shoulders.
— "I wanted to make you breakfast in bed," Aster confessed, slightly turning his head to look at her. His nose gently brushed against her cheek.
Nivalis chuckled softly, her blue eyes sparkling in the firelight. "Is that so? What a sweet boy I have," she cooed, hugging him tighter than ever and squishing her breasts against him.
"Alright, let's go outside then," Silvia replied, stretching her arms and yawning widely. She stood up from the bed, her skinny body shivering slightly in the cool morning air as she dressed. "Mom?" she asked, balancing on one foot while trying to slip the other into her pants.
"Yes, I'm coming too," Nivalis replied, holding a hand toward Aster. "Sweetie, could you pass me my pants?"
Once fully clothed, the family walked through the dark cave together until they reached the vine-covered entrance. As they stepped out, the bright sunlight hit them squarely in the face, making all three squint and shield their eyes with their hands.
"Whoa..." Aster whispered as his vision finally adjusted to the harsh brightness. In just one night, the once familiar green forest had fully transformed, a thick layer of snow covering everything around, making the branches of trees droop. Aster looked down, watching snowflakes dance around him, feeling the cold wind biting his cheeks and nose, turning them pink.
Silvia looked up, her eyes filled with worry. "One meal a day, right?" she asked quietly. "So... we already ate today's one?" her eyes darted between her little brother and mother.
"
," Nivalis answered,
"And the portions will be smaller, too," she added, rubbing their backs gently to warm them up.
The family huddled together for a moment longer, their bodies pressed close for warmth as they watched the thick snowflakes whirl around them. The sun was high in the sky, and Aster realized it must be well past noon already. No wonder they had slept through the morning; the heavy snowfall must have blocked the hole in the ceiling.
"It's okay, my angels.
" Nivalis said softly, smiling at her children despite the situation, her hands still rubbing their backs to keep them warm. "We were preparing for this very moment. Let's not be sad," she reassured them. Aster and Silvia nodded, their faces still pressed against their mother's sides.
Nivalis leaned and kissed their foreheads before releasing them from the embrace. "Who wants to go first?" she asked, their silver hair dancing in the wind.
"I will," Silvia said quickly, taking a few steps forward. Her brother and mother followed close behind
Aster moved closer, taking the strings from her hands. "Here, let me," he whispered, kneeling before her. Silvia nodded, watching her little brother's nimble fingers untie her pants. A few moments later, Aster pulled them down slowly until they fell around her ankles, revealing her thin, hairless thighs,
pale as the snow around her.
Aster glanced down, watching the tiny stream flow from between his sister's trembling thighs, disappearing into the thick blanket of white. The scent of her piss filled their nostrils, slightly sweet and warm amidst the cold air.
Silvia flicked his forehead almost immediately, squinting her eyes at him. His golden gaze lingered on her exposed, hairless parts for a moment longer before he looked into her eyes, unsure of what he had done wrong.
"Don't stare," she muttered, even as the trickle continued to flow from her. Aster shook his head slightly, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He patiently waited for her to finish, his eyes darting around their snow-covered surroundings until the last drop fell.
Aster silently watched as she took some snow in her tiny hand and gently wiped herself before pulling up her pants. Aster tied the strings back for her, making a cute bow to secure them around her skinny waist.
"Alright, finally! My turn," he muttered, quickly getting to his feet. He untied the strings of his pants and pulled them down in one swift motion, startling Silvia enough that she barely managed to step out of the way from his sudden stream of urine, making her yelp in surprise. "Ohh..." Aster sighed in relief, closing his eyes as the snow continued to hiss.
— "Sooo, what are we going to do all day?" Aster asked, stretching out on the bed, his golden eyes fixed on the ceiling above. His sister's bare feet pressed against his face, her tiny toes poking at him playfully now and then, occasionally brushing against his lips or nose. But he
"Dunno," Silvia replied, mirroring her brother's way of lying on the bed. Her long silver hair cascading down over her chest hid her pink nipples, and the warm glow of the fire nearby bathed her pale, smooth skin.
They had to drag their bed closer to the heat to keep themselves warm as the cold crept into their cave home; their clothes lay forgotten all around it. "We can practice spears if you want," she offered, wiggling her toes again, trying to pinch his nose with them.
— "Hmm..." Aster hummed, ignoring his sister's playful toes on his face, every little pad brushing against his cheek or nose as they moved, sliding up and down. His forehead scrunched slightly in thought.
Nivalis sat nearby, her hands busy knitting with a wooden hook, the threads almost flying through her skilled fingers. Her blue eyes were focused intently on her work, and her lips moved occasionally, silently repeating the lyrics of a song she was singing in her mind.
She stopped when her mind finally caught up with her daughter's words, making her raise her head. Her voice was soft as she said, "You'll get hungry if you do that, sweetie. Maybe think of something less... physical, hmm?" Her gaze flickered between her children momentarily before returning to her work.
"Oh yeah, you're right," Silvia replied before the silence returned, filled with nothing but the sound of the crackling fire. The girl continued to playfully poke at Aster's face with her toes for a while longer, occasionally letting them brush against his lips, trying to make him react in any way, but he didn't.
One little toe found its way into Aster's mouth, parting his soft lips as it slid between them. Aster let it explore the inside of his warm mouth for a moment before gently biting down on it, giving her a playful warning. Silvia giggled and pulled her foot back, her little toe glistening with his saliva. She went back to poking at Aster's cheek instead, rubbing the wetness away, making him sigh softly.
"How about I teach you how to knit, honey?" Nivalis suddenly said, glancing at Aster. Her soft, plump breasts slightly jiggled as she moved her hands, drawing the boy's attention to them briefly before he looked up into her blue eyes. "You've been so busy gathering food for us that you never had a chance to learn. Would you like that?" she asked, her delicate fingers working with the threads effortlessly.
Aster nodded, his golden irises reflecting the warmth of the fire. "Sure, Mom," he agreed.
Nivalis's face lit up with a soft smile. "Alright, sweetie. Come here, I'll show you how it works," she said, patting the space on their bed beside her.
Aster tickled his sister's feet, earning a surprised yelp from the girl, causing her legs to jerk away from him. She pressed her legs against her chest, glaring down at Aster with a pout as he chuckled softly. Then, the boy rolled onto his stomach and crawled towards his mother.
But instead of sitting beside her as Nivalis suggested, Aster parted her legs and slipped between them, resting his back against her belly. His head was now perfectly positioned right between her large, soft breasts, the warmth enveloping him as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him close against her chest.
"Are you even comfortable like this?" Nivalis giggled, affectionately patting his head. Her gentle heartbeat and breathing filled his ears.
— "Mhm," Aster whispered, tilting his head up to look at her from between her breasts, only to get rewarded with a tender smile from his mother. Her silver locks fell over her shoulders and chest, some strands cascading down onto him as she held him close,
"Okay, watch closely now," Nivalis breathed, unwrapping her arms from around her son to hold the thread and hook in front of him. She began to knit, her fingers expertly handling the thread, twisting and knotting them around the wooden hook to create a new piece of clothing.
To get a better view, he had no choice but to part them with his slender arms, but they kept pressing together around him, causing Nivalis to giggle and Aster to sigh in frustration. 'Alright, maybe I picked a bad place to sit,' he thought.
Determined not to give up, Aster lifted each of his mother's plump, soft breasts with his hands, holding them gently. The tender flesh sank between his fingers, and he could feel their warmth radiating against his palms. "Why are they so heavy?" he muttered, tilting his head back to see his mother's blue eyes sparkling with amusement.
— "Show me that thing you do with your finger in the end. I didn't see it," Aster asked, his eyes finally able to follow the movements of her hands.
"This?" Nivalis whispered, showing him how she twisted the last thread around the hook, tying a knot. "You have to move the hook down and through the loop," she explained, repeating the same motion. "
"
Mother and son spent the next fifteen minutes together, with Aster doing his best to learn the basics of knitting while sitting between her legs, her thighs hugging his sides.
Finally, when Aster had seen enough and decided it was time for him to try, Nivalis lifted her little boy onto her lap, turning him sideways so he could sit without the weight of her breasts on his arms. The moment he let go of them, a sigh of relief escaped his lips.
"Ohh... my back hurts," Aster sighed,
His little bottom sank into her tender thigs, wiggling around slightly before settling down.
The proud expression on Aster's face, as if he had just accomplished something incredible, made Silvia roll her golden eyes. Lying on her belly nearby, she silently watched as her brother carefully grabbed the thread and hook, beginning to work under their mother's gentle guidance, her fingers helping his. It was a slow, clumsy process, with the wooden hook occasionally tangling and creating a mess.
As he worked, Nivalis began humming a melody, her chest vibrating with each note
.
back on Earth. He joined in, changing the humming slightly to match the song in his head.
Aster closed his eyes, feeling his mother's hand gently patting his head as they hummed together. He tried to remember and translate the lyrics into this world's language while keeping the meaning and rhymes intact.
It was not easy, given the fundamental structural differences between the two languages. It didn't help that Aster had not spoken a single word of English since his death. But somehow, the right words came to him before he realized he needed them, almost as if someone were giving him hints.
After a few minutes of silence, Aster's soft, high-pitched voice echoed throughout the cave, replacing his humming with actual lyrics, the words tumbling out of him without any hesitation or stuttering.

The two girls exchanged confused glances once again, silently mouthing questions at each other while Aster continued to sing, his eyes remaining closed.
Aster didn't continue with the song because he simply couldn't remember the rest of it. He was satisfied with what he had managed to recall and translate, so he returned to knitting, his tiny fingers struggling with the thread and hook again.
"W-what?" Aster stammered, stopping knitting mid-movement.
Silvia remained silent for a moment, her eyes scanning his face. Aster glanced up at their mother, seeking help, but she also stared at him with a just as surprised look, though she grinned from ear to ear. He looked back at Silvia, smiling awkwardly and whispering, "Um... hi."
"What was that?" Silvia whispered, not pulling away, her nose still touching his.

"That's all, huh?" Silvia breathed, repeating his words. She blinked a few times, her long eyelashes fluttering, golden eyes darting between his.
Nivalis finally broke the silence, her soft voice filled with wonder. "That was... beautiful, honey. I've never heard anything like this before."


— "It was?" Aster asked, his head moving back and forth.