Everlasting Dream

Chapter 69: A flame in your heart

[Aster]

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 orange light that reflected off his sister's pale skin. She curled up against their mother, her head resting on the curve of her shoulder; 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.

Six weeks have passed since they found the beehive in the forest, a time filled with gathering food from dawn to dusk. While the days were monotonous and boring, their mornings and evenings were anything but. The best part of his day always was and always will be waking up between his mother's soft boobs, like now.

'What a life,' Aster sighed contentedly, a small smile tugging at his lips. 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.

Careful not to disturb his mother or sister, Aster wriggled out from under the blankets, his naked body sliding onto the cool stone floor. He stood up, stretching his arms high above his head, a yawn escaping him as he arched his back. His long, silvery hair cascaded down his back, reaching all the way to the base of his spine. 'I should make them a breakfast. It's been a while since I did that,' he decided with a smile.

The boy shivered slightly as the cold of the stone floor seeped into his bare feet. 'It's much colder than usual,' Aster thought, 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 dancing flames for a moment and enjoy their heat; the flickering orange light danced on his skinny, naked, and completely hairless body.

A few moments later, Aster stood up, taking their biggest wooden bowl. He turned towards the hot spring, eager to prepare a warm and tasty breakfast for his family, almost jumping with every step. The water reflected the growing firelight, shimmering beautifully as the steam rose lazily from its surface.

...

The water in the wooden bowl bubbled and hissed as Aster stirred the contents with a worn, hand-carved spoon, occasionally swapping out heating stones to maintain the boil. 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 still had not risen.

'I'm going to be sleepy all day...' Aster sighed, scooping a steaming spoonful of stew towards his lips. He blew gently on it, creating little ripples in the liquid as he tried to cool it down enough for a taste. But just as the spoon reached his mouth, a soft pair of hands gently wrapped around his chest, and a tender kiss was placed on his left shoulder.

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.

Nivalis hummed eagerly, wrapping her soft, puffy lips around the wooden 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.

Her hips swayed from side to side as she pressed herself against him, being on all fours right behind him. The curve of her back arched gracefully, making her milky-pale, smooth buttcheeks rise slightly up. Her long, silver hair fell down her slender shoulders and back. Her large, soft, and perfectly shaped breasts hung below her chest, swaying softly in rhythm with her movements, brushing against the skinny back of her son.

"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. Nivalis eagerly parted them and swallowed the steaming stew, her delicate throat moving up and down. "Delicious, my little chef," she whispered, kissing his cheek softly.

— "It's a bit cold this morning, isn't it?" Aster murmured, his golden irises reflecting the dancing flames.

"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 with her son's identical ones 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. "I can go back and pretend I'm still asleep so you can surprise me. Would you like that?"

Aster smiled sweetly, nodding his head. "Yeah," he whispered.

"Alrighty. I'll be waiting in bed," Nivalis replied, about to kiss her son's cheek again. But Aster turned his head at the last moment, and their lips met instead, just a tiny peck between mother and son. Aster mischievously grinned as they pulled apart, his eyes glinting playfully. "Naughty boy," Nivalis smiled, gently pinching his belly, making him giggle and squirm in her arms.

...

"It was delicious, Asty," Silvia whispered, looking at Aster sitting beside her on the bed, her lips glistening with remnants of mushroom stew. It made her mother lean forward, lick her finger, and gently wipe her girl's lips. "It's still dark outside, though. Did you get any sleep?" Silvia mumbled as she got cleaned up, her face scrunching with every little movement of her mother's finger.

Aster smiled back at them, setting down the wooden bowl they had all eaten from. "Yeah, I did. I'm not tired at all," he assured, standing up from the bed, his soft, little member slapping his pale thigh lightly, making the girls smile at each other. "But I've gotta pee like crazy now," he admitted, reaching for his pants.

"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?"

— "Mhm," Aster hummed, picking up her clothing from the ground. But instead of simply handing them over, Aster knelt before his mother and gently slipped each of her feet into the pant legs, slowly pulling them up over her smooth thighs, his tiny hands brushing against her soft, hairless skin as he went. When he reached her hips, Nivalis leaned forward and pressed a quick, warm kiss to his lips. "Thank you, my little gentleman," she smiled.

Aster grinned back at her, and in return, Nivalis helped him into his tunic, her warm hands smoothing the fabric over his skinny frame.

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.

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, her unique, sweet smell filling his nostrils.

"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.

Aster's golden eyes squinted as he tried to follow his mother's hands, but his mother's large, soft breasts kept getting in the way, pressing against his face from both sides, sliding up and down with each movement of her arms. It felt like he got into a pillow fight.

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.

"That's just how they are, honey," Nivalis chuckled, continuing to knit, her son's fingers sinking deeper into her pale, soft breastflesh, struggling to hold them. "It actually feels nice on my back when you hold them like this. Keep going," she encouraged, smiling down at her boy.

— "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. His golden eyes squinted as he tried to understand how it all worked. His arms began to shake, the weight of her breasts becoming a bit too much for his strength.

"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. "Then, pull it tight. See? It forms a row."

— "Oh, okay," Aster nodded. His mother's breasts bounced slightly as the boy adjusted his grip. "How do you go on to the next line?..."

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. During this time, no matter how hard it was for him to hold his mother's breasts, Aster didn't once let them fall. It was simply a matter of honor for the young boy. A man must never abandon a boob in need.

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 muscles protesting from holding the heavy mounds for so long. His little bottom sank into her tender thigs, wiggling around slightly before settling down.

Nivalis chuckled softly when his back cracked a few times, making Aster wince. "Poor thing," she cooed, leaning closer and kissing his cheek.

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, her sweet voice filling his ears.

It wasn't exactly the same, but the humming reminded Aster of a song he knew from back on Earth. He joined in, changing the humming slightly to match the song in his head. There were not many things he missed from his previous life, but that old vinyl collection was one of them, that's for sure.

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. The thread and wooden hook stopped moving in his hands; his focus was now entirely on the words trying to form in his mind.

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. "I don't want to set the world... on... fi-i-ire," Aster began, making Silvia exchange a confused look with her mother. "I just want... to start a flame in your heart."

The two girls exchanged confused glances once again, silently mouthing questions at each other while Aster continued to sing, his eyes remaining closed. "In my heart, I have but one... desi-i-ire," he sang softly, "And that one is you... No other will do."

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. Every time he blinked, his sister's curious face kept moving closer in his peripheral vision, as if from some horror movie, until her nose finally touched his, her golden eyes squinting at him.

— "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.

— "Erm... what was what?" Aster mumbled, scratching his chin. "Oh, the song? Mom hummed something, and I liked it, so I changed it slightly and added words, that's all."

"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."

"EXACTLY," Silvia agreed, her sudden loud voice causing Aster to flinch. "You can't just drop the most romantic lines I've ever heard and then act like nothing happened," she added, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him.

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

"Duh! Flame in your... butt! Tell me. How did you do it? Tell me," Silvia demanded, continuing to shake her brother.

Aster raised his arms, surrendering, a helpless smile on his face. Nivalis chuckled and hugged them, pressing their cheeks against each other's and making them squirm in her embrace. She whispered a happy "My babies are so talented!" and repeatedly kissed the top of their heads, rocking them both from side to side.

Meanwhile, Silvia was not ready to let this go without answers, so she had no choice but to tickle Aster's sides, causing him to squirm and laugh even more.