[Nivalis Silverfrost]
After the long, draining process of giving birth, both physically and emotionally, Nivalis felt like she'd been through a storm. Every muscle ached, and her body was sore and weak. Yet, despite the physical discomfort, a radiant smile painted the natural paleness of her face. The thought of her son, Aster, being born healthy and strong filled her with a joy she couldn't describe.
She took a moment to clean up and change her clothes, her hands shaking with exhaustion as she hurried while her daughter carefully held her new baby brother, her eyes wide with wonder and awe.
As the minutes ticked by in silence, Nivalis realized it was time to feed the boy. She didn't want to wait until he grew restless. She looked at Silvia, her voice filled with love and warmth. "Silvia, darling, let Mommy have him for a little while," she softly requested, knowing Silvia was reluctant to part with her little brother.
"Alright," Silvia whispered, smiling down at little Asty in her arms before carefully transferring him into Nivalis' waiting arms with the utmost care. Silvia sighed with contentment as soon as he was safely nestled in his mother's embrace, feeling glad that she was able to help. However, part of her wanted to hold him for as long as possible.
— "Don't worry, sweetheart. You can hold him again after he's fed," Nivalis reassured her daughter, smiling warmly as she settled in the soft bed, getting ready to nurse the boy for the first time. "Silvia, love, could you grab a pillow for me, please?" she asked, her blue eyes flickering to the side momentarily before returning to the baby.
"Mhm," Silvia responded quickly. She grabbed a fluffy pillow from the nearby chair and carefully placed it behind Nivalis's back, ensuring the utmost comfort for her weary body. The girl's golden eyes lit up with a sense of accomplishment at assisting her mother, only to be replaced with confusion when a question appeared in her young mind. "Mommy, I don't think he can eat regular food yet," Silvia said, her small voice filled with concern as she looked at her baby brother.
Nivalis smiled warmly. "No, sweetie. Babies like your brother need to drink milk for a long time before they can eat other food," she explained calmly, aiming to ease her daughter's worries.
"Really? I never knew that," Silvia responded, her wide eyes sparkling, eager to absorb every new information, even distantly related to caring for the baby.
— "It's true," Nivalis confirmed, caressing Aster's velvety soft head with her free hand. The little one made soft, content sounds as he lay nestled against his mother's chest, his eyes closed, oblivious to the world around him.
"Mommy, where will we get milk for him?" Silvia asked, getting confused again. "I guess I could try asking the neighbors..."
A soft chuckle slipped from Nivalis's lips at Silvia's innocence and purity. Oh, how much she wished for her to remain this way for as long as possible. "The milk comes from me, sweetie," she replied, one corner of her lip tugged up as she glanced at the girl.
Silvia's brows knitted together in confusion. "But I thought only cows have it..." she voiced, searching for a connection between those two incompatible things.
Nivalis laughed gently, looking at her precious daughter. Silvia gazed up at her with those innocent, big golden eyes, eager for more explanations. "Yes, cows have it, and so do I. And drinking is really important for children to grow big and strong," Nivalis explained, her tone informative and soothing as she kept an eye on the newborn baby in her arms.
"I-I... I don't understand. How does it work, Mommy?" Silvia asked quietly.
— "It's simple, really," Nivalis said, cupping her daughter's soft cheek with her free hand. "When a girl becomes a mother, her breasts grow slightly, and milk is produced for the baby to drink. It's just a part of being a mother," she explained, keeping it simple for Silvia to understand.
Silvia's eyes widened with wonder. "So, the milk is actually in your boobies?" she asked, her gaze fixed on her mother's shape. The concept of her mother's body providing milk for her baby brother was like a magical secret she had just discovered. She had many questions about her baby brother and how to care for him.
"Yep, that's right," Nivalis affirmed, smiling serenely. She knew a visual demonstration would help Silvia understand better. "Would you like me to show you how it works?" she asked gently.
Silvia nodded eagerly, her long silver hair waving with the motions of her head. "Yes, Mommy!"
— "Here," Nivalis simply said before delicately lifting her tunic. As the fabric moved, it revealed her breasts, a pair of plump, soft, and round breasts that were full to the brims with nourishing milk. A slight squeeze of her breast was enough for milk to pour out like a river, demonstrating how it all worked for Silvia.
Silvia's pink lips parted in awe. "Mommy, there's milk coming out!" she chirped as it trickled down her mother's body.
— "Yes, my love. This is how it works," Nivalis replied, wiping the wild milk that threatened to slip into her navel, only for her hand to cause more to flow. Instead, she held her palm under her nipple so that it could pool in there. "See, sweetheart? This what you brother will drink."
Silvia leaned closer, her gaze fixated on the milk. "May I touch it?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
— "Of course, sweetie," Nivalis replied, moving her hand closer to the girl.
Carefully and very slowly, getting her little finger closer to the puddle of milk that had formed in her mother's palm. The moment her fingertip grazed the milky surface, she squealed with happiness. "Mommy, it's so warm!" the girl giggled.
Nivalis couldn't help but chuckle softly as she gazed upon her beautiful daughter. "I know, right? It's truly a remarkable thing... being a mother," she replied gently before her maternal instincts urged her to feed her baby boy. Nivalis gently brought him to her now naked breast.
At first, Aster seemed hesitant, uncertain of what to do, but as he tasted the warm milk that flowed from Nivalis's breast, an eagerness enveloped him, and his tongue started flicking against her nipple. His suckling became more rhythmic, his golden eyes half-closed in contentment.
The sensation was familiar, reminding her of when she fed her little girl the same way. Nivalis smiled, feeling a wave of contentment wash over her as her baby nursed. She glanced at Silvia, who watched the intimate moment with awe.
"He's eating!" Silvia exclaimed, her eyes shimmering with excitement as she watched the pink, sensitive nipple disappear inside his little mouth.
— "He is," Nivalis affirmed, watching his golden eyes fluttered closed as he suckled contentedly, his tiny hands trying to grasp her skin. Nivalis stroked his soft cheek, her heart overflowing with love. Silvia couldn't help but lean closer to watch how he eats.
Nivalis's eyes softened as she gazed at her son, his little body nestled in her arms. She couldn't believe how small and fragile he was. Barely noticeable, she could still feel his heartbeat and warm skin against hers.
Leaning back, Nivalis allowed herself to savor the moment, cherishing her connection with her son. The entire world's weight seemed to fade off her delicate shoulder as she focused solely on the nurturing bond between mother and child. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt so relaxed.
Silvia's gaze was filled with curiosity, fascination, and awe as she watched her mother and newborn brother together. It was an image she would never forget. "Mommy," Silvia softly whispered a minute later, getting her mother's attention.
Nivalis opened her eyes, meeting her daughter's gaze with love and warmth. "Yes, my love? What is it?"
"How does it feel? Does it hurt?" Silvia asked shyly, her tone innocent and curious.
— "No, darling. It doesn't hurt. It feels... natural and right," she replied, choosing her words carefully to allay Silvia's worries that she might have.
"You don't mind feeding Asty like this?" Silvia asked, seeing how her brother's lips tugged at the delicate nipple. Soft smacking sounds filled the tiny room.
— "Of course not. I wouldn't have it any other way," Nivalis responded, her tone warm and reassuring. Her smile broadened as she observed Silvia's expression, witnessing the range of emotions playing on her daughter's young face.
"Is this how I ate when I was a baby?" Silvia asked, touching her lower lip, curious about what it must have felt like to be cradled and cared for by her mother.
— "Yes, sweetie. It's the same way you fed, too," Nivalis nodded.
"I wish I could remember that," Silvia whispered, pouting her soft cheeks slightly.
Nivalis let out a soft laugh. "Although I must admit, you were quite a bit fussier than your brother," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.
"Hey, I was not!" Silvia protested, her face flushing with pink.
— "Oh, you were," Nivalis countered teasingly. "You kept me on my toes, my little snowflake."
Silvia shifted from one foot to the other, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. "I... I wasn't that bad, was I?"
Nivalis chuckled softly, reaching out to stroke her daughter's silky hair. "No, my love. You were perfect in every way. It simply reflected your strong spirit... don't worry."
A moment of silence hung in the room. Silvia continued to shift from one foot to the other, her cheeks burning red with embarrassment. "Can I... Can I try some, too?" the suddenly mustered the courage to ask, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes darting between her mother's blue ones.
Nivalis's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze shifting to her daughter's blushing face. "I don't know... I don't think you will like the taste," she replied hesitantly, uncertain about letting her drink breast milk.
"Please, Mommy, I want to try..." Silvia whispered, her voice soft and pleading.
Unable to resist her daughter's puppy-eyed face, Nivalis finally agreed. "Alright. You can have a small taste. Just spit it out if you don't like it, alright?"
Silvia nodded, jumping up and down with excitement. "Thank you!" she exclaimed. She jumped on the bed beside her mother, eager to join her brother.
Nivalis guided her daughter towards her, helping her settle comfortably. She gently removed her son from her breast with a soft pop sound, causing him to fuss slightly. "I know, sweetheart, I know," she whispered soothingly to the baby, bringing his lips to her left breast instead. Aster's tiny lips latched onto her nipple, and he continued to drink hungrily.
Silvia reached out, her tiny hands touching the plump flesh of her mother's breast. Not waiting for Nivalis to do it, she squeezed it gently, feeling its velvety texture with her tiny fingers as a small stream of milk escaped the nipple and ran down the underside.
However, as she squeezed, Nivalis flinched slightly, letting out a soft gasp, which made Silvia frown with concern and guilt. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked, her voice trembling with worry.
Nivalis reassured her daughter with a tender smile. "No, my dear. It's just that it can be a little sensitive for Mommy, especially after your brother... It's okay, and you didn't do anything wrong."
Silvia's face showed relief, but she still decided to apologize. "I didn't mean to hurt you... I'm sowwy."
Nivalis smiled softly in response. "It's okay, sweetie. You didn't know. Let me show you how to do it without causing me any discomfort," she said, moving her hand to her tender nipple and gently demonstrating how to express the milk, causing another trickle to escape it. "See? You just need to be gentle. Now, try again."
Silvia watched her mother's careful demonstration, but when she tried to mimic the gentle squeeze, her tiny fingers lacked the dexterity to do it just right. Nivalis flinched once again. "Maybe it's too hard for me, Mommy," the girl sighed in frustration, her gaze falling on the soft bed underneath her.
Nivalis understood her daughter's struggle. "It's okay, my sweet. It can be a bit tricky," she said gently. "There's another way you can have some, honey. Would you like to try it?"
Silvia's curiosity piqued as she asked, "What other way, Mommy?"
Nivalis pondered for a moment whether or not it was the right call but eventually decided to go with it. After all, she was still young, so it shouldn't be too weird. "You can try sucking gently, like your brother does. It's more natural that way."
Silvia's eyes widened in an instant, her gaze returning to her mother's breasts. "Really? Can I?"
"Of course, my love." Nivalis nodded, adjusting her position and ensuring the girl was comfortable. "Just be careful. Use your tongue and lips, not your teeth."
Silvia's eyes sparkled with excitement as she leaned in, her soft, underdeveloped lips hovering near her mother's sensitive nipple. "I know, Mommy. I'll be gentle."
With a gentle nod, she encouraged her little girl to take a sip straight from the source. It made Nivalis sigh softly as she felt her daughter's soft lips connect with her puffy nipple, her tiny mouth creating a gentle suction. Nivalis stroked Silvia's hair lovingly, and a serene smile graced her lips as she felt both her children suck on her at the same time. "That's it, my girl. You're doing great. Just take it slow."
Silvia's slippery tongue swirled around the sensitive nipple, trying to pull out the liquid, and a second later, she managed to do it. The taste of her mother's milk invaded her mouth. Silvia's eyes widened in surprise at the warm, sweet liquid. She savored the taste, a look of delight spreading across her young face. "Mommy, it tastes so good!" she whispered, smacking her moist lips; the sound echoed around the room.
Nivalis couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.
Silvia's gaze remained fixed on her mother's exposed nipple as her body shifted from side to side, making the bed creak slightly. And Nivalis knew exactly what she was thinking about. "You can have more if you like. Just remember to be gentle and try not to pull or suck too hard."
Silvia eagerly nodded, leaning forward without hesitation to take another sip from her mother's breasts. As the warm, sweet liquid slid down her throat once again, she felt a sense of comfort and satisfaction that she had never experienced before. Silvia's golden eyes sparkled as she looked up at her mother while continuing to nurse, just like her baby brother. She felt a special connection with him, knowing they were both nourished in the same sensual, the most natural way.
Nivalis patted her daughter's head gently, and she couldn't stop smiling as Silvia looked from below at her with those big, round, golden eyes, her mouth attached to her breast. "Do you like it so much, sweetie?" she asked, her voice a gentle whisper.
Silvia released her nipple with a distinctive "pop" sound. "It is so yummy..." she whispered back, the corners of her lips were slightly white. "Thank you, Mommy."
Nivalis laughed softly, her heart full of love. Maybe it was her maternal instincts speaking, but it felt right to feed her children this way, even though her daughter was a bit too old for that. "You're welcome, my love. I'm glad you like it. It makes me happy to see you enjoy it so much... Would you like a bit more?" she asked, gently stroking the girl's silver, long hair only to see her immediately attach herself to the nipple once again, a tiny smile playing on her young face as gulps began to sound.
Nivalis's breasts ached as they continued to provide nourishment for her two children. Her nipples were swollen and sensitive, but she didn't mind. This moment, unconventional as it was, showed the beauty of motherhood. The pain of childbirth was soon forgotten as she was surrounded by the comforting presence of her children. This was the happiest moment of her life, and she would forever treasure it.
As Aster finally finished his meal, he released her nipple, a small dribble of milk escaping and running down his little chin. Nivalis gently wiped it away with a soft cloth, a loving smile on her face.
"Mommy, can I have some more?" Silvia asked, her eyes shining with hope. She still craved her mother's milk, her small tongue licking her lips eagerly.
— "Maybe later... We need to rest, and I need to clean up a bit," Nivalis replied as warmly as possible. As much as she wished to continue this moment for a bit longer, they needed to rest. It was, without a doubt, a long night.
"Okay," Silvia mumbled, reluctantly accepting her mother's response. She pulled her moist lips away, smacking them to taste the last drops of milk.
Nivalis's heart warmed as she observed her children's peaceful faces. Her soul was filled with gratitude for the blessing of motherhood. She couldn't help but admire how much they looked like her. They both had their mother's fair complexion and soft features, with hair the color of moonlight. "You can sleep next to me and your brother," she offered, seeing the sadness in Silvia's eyes.
"Really?" Silvia asked, her voice brightening with excitement.
— "Yes, honey," Nivalis said, her voice soft yet cautious. "But Aster is already asleep... so don't wake him up, alright?"
"I won't," Silvia promised, carefully scooting beside her sleeping brother on the soft bed. She curled up beside him, her small hand gently touching his tiny fingers. A loving smile played on her lips, a scene Nivalis would never grow tired of.
As Nivalis rose from the bed, a wave of discomfort washed over her. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen, her nipples still engorged from nursing. Heading to the nearby room, Nivalis undressed with care, being mindful not to expose her tender nipples to the cool air. She gently cleaned her breasts and nipples with warm water, taking precautions to prevent any scratching or irritation.
As her hand accidentally brushed against her nipple, a tingling sensation shot through her. A soft gasp of pleasure escaped her lips. Her nipples grew erect, her breath quickening with the mix of sensations. She couldn't resist giving them a slight squeeze, a gentle moan escaping her.
Her nipples were now so sensitive that every touch sent shivers of pleasure through her. She stood there, looking at her reflection in the mirror, her nipples pointy and erect. Taking a deep breath, Nivalis regained her composure. She was a mother, and mothers should get such pleasures...
Before returning to her children, she quickly put on a fresh tunic since the old one was slightly stained with milk. As she approached the bedroom, she could hear Silvia's hushed voice. "Shhh, Asty, pretend you are asleep, or Mommy will be mad at me," the girl whispered, her voice barely audible.
As Nivalis entered the room, she couldn't help but smile at the sight before her. Silvia was lying on the bed, pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed, while her brother, Aster, was looking at Nivalis with his golden eyes wide open, his lips pursed. Nivalis chuckled, her heart warm at the innocence of the scene.
Nivalis approached the bed with a soft step, careful not to disturb the "slumbering" duo. She lowered herself gently onto the bed, settling behind Silvia. As the sun starts to cast its gentle rays through the window, Nivalis closes her tired, blue eyes, enjoying the symphony of her children's breathing.