A mother's possessiveness

The conversation among the four women had already softened. The hall was quieter now, as if the palace itself had understood that that brief moment of sharing had come to an end. Astrid, still holding the glass between her fingers, swirled the liquid gently, her gaze distant.

Lady Stella, beside her, also seemed lost in thought. The image of her daughter huffing and dragging Aziz through the corridors was still fresh in her mind. But for some reason, the unease had given way to a hint of curiosity… and even a touch of expectation.

"How about we take a look at the two of them?" suggested Isis, breaking the silence with her melodious voice. "I imagine the storm has already passed."

"Or turned into a breeze," added Sylvia with a small smile.

Astrid raised her eyes softly. There was something calm and contemplative in her expression.

"Let's go. It's a good time."

With graceful and calm steps, the four of them left the hall. The long dresses of the women floated lightly through the palace corridors, carried by a night breeze that seemed summoned just to accompany them.

They stepped into the quiet gardens, where the sound of enchanted fountains filled the air gently. Moonlight filtered through the silver-leaved trees, bathing the path in a subtle, magical light. The main fountain, with its sculpture of the ten-tailed fox-woman, rose ahead like a serene sanctuary.

It was Sylvia who first spotted the scene.

"Look..."

They all paused for a moment, observing from a distance.

Aziz was sitting on the marble bench in front of the fountain. His body leaned slightly forward, and his hand slid slowly through Sofia's red hair, as she slept peacefully with her head in his lap. The sound of the water and the silence of the trees made the moment even more intimate. The girl, who hours before had been consumed by jealousy and frustration, now rested with a serene expression, as if all her burdens had dissolved.

Aziz's face, however, did not show signs of sleep. His eyes were open, turned to the starry sky, and his mind clearly immersed in deep thoughts. The way he caressed Sofia's hair was slow, almost automatic, but held a tenderness that could not be ignored.

Stella smiled first.

"He really managed to calm her..."

"And without saying much, it seems," commented Astrid, with a proud gleam in her eyes. "It's strange to see someone so young deal with such complex emotions... with such delicacy."

"There's more to him than meets the eye," murmured Isis.

"Much more," Sylvia agreed, contemplating the boy with serene eyes.

The four approached slowly, careful not to abruptly interrupt the scene. The sound of sandals on the stone floor was muffled by the magical grass surrounding the fountain, and yet Aziz did not notice their arrival. His mind was far away.

'She fell asleep quickly…' he thought, still stroking the red strands. 'So proud... but deep down, so fragile. It's strange. In my past life, I never had moments like this. I never truly had anyone. Only silence. And now\...'

It was Astrid who gently broke his concentration.

"Everything's alright now, my love?"

The mother's voice, sweet and calm, sounded behind him like a whisper from the trees themselves. Aziz flinched slightly, awakening from his reverie. His eyes widened for a second, and he quickly turned around, seeing not only Astrid, but also Lady Stella, Isis, and Sylvia, all watching him with tender and curious expressions.

"Mom..." he murmured, relieved to recognize the voice. "I didn't see you coming."

"We noticed," Stella replied with a smile. "You seemed far away..."

"I was," he admitted, adjusting himself slightly on the bench. "Just... thinking."

Astrid stepped closer, her blue eyes glowing softly under the moonlight. She knelt to meet her son's face without waking Sofia, and lightly brushed her fingers over his cheek, tenderly.

"You did a good job," she said. "You helped her find peace, even when she didn't know what she was feeling."

Aziz lowered his gaze for a moment. He felt strange receiving so much praise — he wasn't used to it.

"I just stayed here. I didn't do anything special."

"But sometimes... that's exactly what someone needs," Sylvia added, stepping closer and looking tenderly at the sleeping girl. "Presence. Silence. A simple gesture."

Stella leaned in a little, observing Sofia's calm face. The girl still held Aziz's fingers entwined with hers, even in sleep. The scene was as innocent as it was sincere, as genuine as it was rare.

"And to think she was fuming like a beast not long ago..." murmured Stella with a soft laugh. "Now look at her... melted."

Isis chuckled softly.

"Good thing she has someone who can reach that side of her."

"I don't even know if I can..." Stella commented, with a tone that mixed humor and admiration.

Aziz looked at all of them, a little awkward.

"You're... not going to wake her, are you?"

Astrid shook her head gently.

"Of course not."

Stella crossed her arms and let out a small sigh.

"She deserves this rest. And so do you. Stay there a little longer. The night is too beautiful to be interrupted."

Aziz nodded slowly, returning his gaze to Sofia's hair. His fingers resumed caressing it, this time more consciously, now that he knew they were being watched. But no one said a word. The women simply stepped away in silence, respecting the moment.

They withdrew slowly, with the elegance of those who understand the value of silence. And as they left, Astrid cast a final glance at her son.

'You're growing... and you don't even realize it,' she thought, with a mix of pride and longing.

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Aziz remained for a few more minutes in silence beside the fountain, feeling the gentle weight of Sofia sleeping in his lap. Time passed slowly, as if the world had slowed down just to let that moment last a little longer.

But soon he realized the night was advancing. The temperature began to drop slightly, and fatigue accumulated in his shoulders. Gently, he slid his arms under the girl and lifted her carefully, as if she were made of crystal.

Sofia didn't wake. Her body nestled instinctively in his arms, and her breathing remained steady, like a continuous lullaby. Aziz kept a calm pace as he walked back toward the palace interior.

He didn't take long to find the four women a little further ahead, speaking softly under the light of the enchanted stones. They noticed his approach and fell silent, turning their eyes to the boy and the sleeping girl in his arms.

"It's getting late," said Aziz in a low voice, respecting the girl's sleep. "I thought it best to bring her."

Lady Stella watched him for a moment, not hiding the proud smile forming on her lips.

"You were wonderful with her," she replied, approaching calmly. Her arms extended to receive her daughter. "Thank you for taking care of her."

Aziz handed over Sofia with the same care he'd held her. Stella cradled her against her chest, caressing her hair tenderly, and turned to the other women.

"Let's go. It's time to take her to her room."

"Good night, Lady Stella," said Aziz with a respectful nod, then turning to Sylvia. "Good night to you as well, Miss Sylvia."

Sylvia smiled softly, and Astrid approached her son, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Let's go too, dear. You're sleepy, aren't you?"

Aziz simply nodded. The weight of the day was beginning to take its toll. His eyelids felt heavy and his body longed only for the comfort of a bed. He followed alongside his mother and Isis, walking silently through the palace corridors until they reached the royal chambers.

As soon as they entered the room, Astrid snapped her fingers gently, and a magical breeze swept over the three of them, cleansing their bodies of the day's dust, sweat, and anything else. Aziz sighed, feeling relieved.

"Purification magic," she explained naturally. "Nothing like sleeping clean after such a full day."

Without waiting for a response, she raised her hand again, casting a second spell. In the blink of an eye, their day clothes were replaced with nightwear.

Aziz noticed the change in himself first: a light tunic, soft and comfortable as silk, perfect for rest.

But when he looked up... his pupils dilated slightly.

Astrid now wore a silver nightgown, made of a fine and slightly translucent fabric that shimmered under the room's light as if it had been woven from moonlight itself. The thin straps left her shoulders exposed, and the fabric clung subtly to the curves of her body, revealing more than it concealed.

Isis, in turn, wore a black nightgown — provocative, with a deep neckline and laced details that left her thighs partially exposed. Her body, shaped like that of a goddess of pleasure, moved with a natural seductiveness — and completely unaware of the effect it caused.

Aziz's eyes widened involuntarily. For a moment, he froze, unable to look away. His gaze wandered for a few seconds between his mother and Isis, as if his mind were trying to register it without understanding what he felt.

'What... are they wearing…?'

But he didn't realize he was blushing slightly. His cheeks took on a soft pink hue, discreet, but visible enough not to escape Astrid's attentive gaze.

She noticed immediately — the surprise in his eyes, the brief stiffness in his posture... and the faint blush.

With a discreet smile and melodic voice, she asked:

"Darling... are you hungry?"

He turned his face quickly, trying to compose himself. He was about to say "no"... but then his eyes instinctively drifted to his mother's generous breasts, gently pressed by the silver gown. They rose and fell rhythmically with her breathing... and that alone was enough to trigger a memory.

That warm, soft, unique sensation... the 'favorite nectar' he hadn't tasted today.

And then, the hunger he didn't know he had... suddenly awakened.

Astrid noticed her son's gaze and let out a low, amused chuckle. She brought her hands to her own full, well-shaped breasts under the delicate fabric and lifted them slightly from underneath, provocatively, without disguise.

"They're weighing a bit today..." she commented in a malicious and somewhat sensual tone, keeping her eyes on him. "Could my dear son help me relieve some of this weight?"

Aziz, hearing what his mother suggested, nodded frantically in agreement, his eyes still fixed on Astrid's full, ample breasts.

"Then come, my baby, Mommy needs your help now," Astrid said after lying down in a comfortable position on the bed.

Aziz finally gave in to his impulses, climbed onto the bed, and without waiting, lowered the top of Astrid's nightgown, took one of her breasts into his mouth, and began to suck vigorously.

"Mmhh... easy, dear... take your time... I'm not going anywhere," Astrid moaned with a blush on her face and her hand pressing Aziz's head against her chest.

'Heavens... it's so good... how did I manage to go all day without this?' Aziz thought, fighting between sleep and desire.

Isis watched in silence, lying on the bed, with a slight smile on her lips and a contemplative glint in her eyes.

Finally, after some time, when she was sure Aziz had fallen asleep, Astrid whispered to herself, in an almost inaudible tone:

"The girls are starting to get too close to my dear one..."

Her eyes became more intense, with a possessive and loving glint at the same time.

"Who does that Zia think she is...? Only I can kiss my dear one..."

Slightly raising her head and confirming that Isis was also sleeping, she gently pulled Aziz from her breast, which now felt lighter. Looking at his slightly parted lips, she leaned in a little and sealed her lips in a long, wet kiss with his.

"Haaah... you... are only mine..." she said, and soon after, she laid her head down again and fell asleep, gently pressing Aziz's head against her breasts.