Chapter 30: Picking Up the Pieces [18+]
Aster choked up at finally getting that off his chest. He shook off the physical wounds easily, but the trauma attached to them was proving far more difficult an adversary. Finally letting someone else know he was suffering with that weight just drove the final blow home, and his walls shattered as his tears fell from his confession. "I- I could never be afraid of you Stahl... But that damned dragon... That fear consumes me. It’s going to get me killed if I panic like that in a real fight... So th-that’s why I thought you were mad... Because I just ran from that fear."
Aster was squeezing his eyes shut tightly along with the fists in his lap, shaking from anger towards his fragility. What the she-wolf did felt like the only natural thing she could do in a position like that. She sat beside the human on the bed, and pulled him closely into her breast in the tightest embrace she could manage.
The beast idly moved her hand to hold the boy’s head to her own beating heart, cradling him tenderly as he let the fear fall from his eyes in muffled sobs. A single thought crossed the she-wolf’s mind, finally calming her edge and bringing clarity to her.
THIS is what she needed to be for Aster. THIS was her duty now. THIS was how she could really protect him... And she wouldn’t let ANYONE hurt her human like that ever again. She tightened her grip, and she embraced the boy even more snugly in her arms as she reassured him it would be alright, cooing soft words into his ear.
Eventually, the tears faded for Aster, and only warmth replaced where they had sprung forth from. The boy never realized how soft the lighter fur on the she-wolf’s plump breast was, but it felt like plush silk on his tear-stained face.
He wanted to bury himself further into the warmth and safety of that big, fuzzy wolf tits... He wanted her arms to hold him like that for eternity. Finally, he pulled his head back just a bit, one hand lightly rested on the beast’s torso still as the human stared up into the she-wolf’s silvery eyes.
Aster didn’t think it was possible for his face to flush even more after crying like that, but he certainly felt much warmer as he gazed into those tender eyes staring silently back into his own. It was Stahl who finally spoke.
"So... You’re not scared of me?" Aster barely shook his head. He was not. Suddenly, the boy felt the she-wolf gently pushing him backwards, and he was soon laying on his back staring up at the noble beast.
Both of their hearts were beating uncontrollably as Stahl picked back up the conversation, now with her arms pinning the human’s shoulders firmly as she held him just like in the courtyard earlier.
"And like this? Are you scared of me now, Aster?" Aster wasn’t afraid at all, but still, he couldn’t help but to answer the beast with a soft tone.
"Maybe just a little..." Stahl pressed her muzzle forward, and firmly planted her mouth on the boy’s own pink, tender lips. Aster melted into shock at first, and bliss shortly after as he shuddered into the euphoria of his first kiss.