WINTER'S SWEET EMBRACE

"Important?"

"Y-Yes," Natasha nodded quickly. "Let’s go to the living room. You... you might want to sit down for this."

"You’re making me really worried, Nat. Is this... is this about Vinny?"

Natasha nodded shyly, looking down at her boots.

"Natasha..."

"J-Just follow me!"

Without waiting for her to respond, Natasha grabbed Maribelle by her wrist and practically dragged her into the living room. Upon entering, both of them immediately spotted a very large, smooth, green-and-gold speckled egg resting peacefully in the center of the soft couch cushion.

Maribelle stopped and blinked at the object. "Is that... an egg? Wait. A dragon’s egg? Why is there–"

"The egg can wait, Mari! Please!"

"Okay, okay..." Giving in, she walked over and took a seat on the couch right next to the giant egg.

Natasha stood before her, her chest heaving as she tried to gather her thoughts. She opened her mouth, but only high-pitched, flustered stutters came out.

"O-O-Okay. T-The thing... I... you see, I... with Little Demi... With Vincent..."

As Maribelle watched her struggle, her gaze occasionally drifted toward the hallway leading up toward the stairs. That’s when a wave of motherly anxiety washed over her. She leaned forward and urged her friend on.

"Nat, please hurry up. I’m getting worried about what Deina is doing to my baby up there... or worse, what he might be doing to her..."

"I’m trying!" Natasha squeaked, her face glowing like a ripe tomato.

"Try harder, or I am going upstairs right now."

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Natasha pressed her hand flat over her rapidly beating heart, squeezed her eyes shut as tight as she could, and screamed, "MARI! I... I LOVE VINCENT!"

"..."

Silence.

An absolute silence fell over the living room. Natasha kept her eyes squeezed shut while bracing herself for the inevitable explosion of her close friend.

"... Is that all?" Maribelle’s calm voice broke the silence.

Natasha’s eyes snapped open, her jaw dropping. "Huh?! W-What do you mean ’is that all’?! Are you not mad?! I thought you’d be way more protective over him!"

"Protective over what, silly? I also love him. He’s my baby."

Maribelle stood up and adjusted her nightdress.

Sensing that there was a fundamental disconnect here, Natasha raised her hands in a gesture to stop her from leaving. "Wait! Wait! I think there is a huge misunderstanding!"

"What is there to misunderstand?"

"When I said I love him, I-I didn’t mean in a platonic, motherly, or friendly way! Let me rephrase that!"

Natasha took another deep breath and forced herself to look Maribelle directly in the eyes. With a brave, determined heart, she declared, "Mari... I am deeply in love with Vincent. I want to be his lover, with the potential of marriage in mind!"

Maribelle froze.

Her body went entirely rigid. She slowly turned around with wide blue eyes and a mouth hanging open in jaw-dropping shock.

"YOU WHAAAAT?!"

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...

A few minutes prior...

"I’ll go! I’ll have you know, I am excellent at waking up sleepy little birds."

Once Deina reached the upper landing, she peeked around the corner to make sure Maribelle wasn’t following her. Down in the foyer, she saw Natasha standing with a deeply serious expression, her face covered in a bright blush.

Deina’s playful smile softened as a slight pang of envy hit her chest.

’Hmmm... looks like she’s actually serious about this...’

Turning around, she walked down the carpeted hallway toward the master bedroom.

She remembered how determined Natasha had looked yesterday when she declared that she wasn’t afraid of the time dilation.

’No. Stop it, Dee.’ She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of the negative thoughts.

She slowly pushed the bedroom door open, slipping quietly inside. "Time to wake up, little bird~" she whispered in her signature, teasing voice, stepping toward the king-sized bed.

Vincent made a soft, grumbling sleeping noise, then turned over toward the open side of the bed.

"Hehehe~" She tiptoed to his side and leaned over, staring down at his handsome, peaceful sleeping face. As she leaned in closer, a few strands of her blonde hair brushed against his face. Vincent scrunched his nose in his sleep, mumbling softly.

Deina quickly held her hair back, her golden eyes softening as she watched him.

She leaned down and hovered her lips just inches from his ear.

"Heeey..." she whispered with a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

"If I told you I love you... and you loved me back... would you stay here forever with me? Would you abandon your life on Earth just to be with me?"

"Zzzzzzz..."

Deina let out a quiet, self-deprecating sigh as a sad smile touched her lips. "I’m so dumb... of course you wouldn’t. You have important people waiting for you out there."

She reached her hand out to gently shake his shoulder to wake him. But the moment her fingertips made contact with his skin, Vincent’s eyes didn’t open. Instead, his instincts – fully primed from centuries of combat and cuddling – instantly reacted.

With a swift yet powerful movement, his arm shot out, grabbed Deina by the wrist and pulled her onto the bed with him, trapping her against his bare chest.

"L-Little bird...?" Deina’s heart leapt into her throat. "Are you awake?"

"Zzzzzzzzz..."

He wasn’t. His eyes were still tightly shut and his breathing deep. But his body, still currently operating on instinct, wasn’t satisfied with what he was holding. Feeling the fabric of her white onesie dress, his hands began to automatically undress her.

"W-Wait... Vinny, what are you—ah!"

Vincent’s warm hands slid beneath her dress. His palms sent electrical shivers straight down her spine as he gently touched her all over. With effortless, sleepy strength, he slipped the white dress over her head and tossed it aside, leaving her in only her delicate white lace panties. Yes, she was braless.

He pulled her body flush against his skin, pressing his pelvis firmly against her hip. His hand drifted downward, sliding beneath the waistband of her panties to squeeze her plump, smooth behind.

Effortlessly once again, he pulled them down, completely stripping her bare alongside him.

"Ahn~ L-Little Bird... How are you so... Haaa~"

Breathing sensually, she stared at his face, trying to see if he was tricking her. She then lightly tapped his cheek. "Vinny? Are you really sleeping?"

No reaction.

Deina tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but the sudden movement only made Vincent grip her behind even tighter.

"W-Whoa– Ah~!" she gasped as he suddenly flipped her over, pinning her beneath him.

Vincent laid on top of her and buried his face into her soft, massive bare breasts – which were notably even larger than Maribelle’s. He began unconsciously nuzzling his face into her soft mounds, playing with them.

"...Mr. Marshmallow... got a new friend..."

Deina bit her lip, trying her absolute best to hold back her loud moans as his hands massaged her breasts. But then, Vincent shifted his head.

She looked down and saw his lips headed straight for her now-rigid, pink nipple. "V-Vinny?! Wait, wait, wait– ahn~!"

He latched his mouth onto her nipple, sucking firmly while his hand vigorously massaged and squeezed her other breast. Deina’s fingers dug into the bedsheets. "Wait... Vinny, stop... please... You’re so... Mmm~ good..."

But even as she protested, her hands instinctively moved to the back of his head and gently pressed his face closer into her chest. Vincent sucked harder, his tongue swirling around her nipple as if searching for something.

"N-Nothing is... nothing is going to come out, you silly bird... Haaahn~ Mmm~"

Vincent stopped, much to her relief and slight disappointment.

But then, his head immediately latched onto her other nipple.

*Suck~*

"Ahnn~!" Deina moaned loudly, feeling overwhelmed by the intense pleasure.

Suddenly, she felt a raging heat pressing firmly against her thigh.

"T-This is..." She reached down and wrapped her trembling hand around his thick, fully erect cock.

High on arousal and desperation, she fully gripped his shaft and began to stroke him, thinking to herself, ’Maybe... maybe if he spends himself, he’ll release me...’

But the moment her hand began to fap him, Vincent’s own hand drifted down from her breast. His fingers slid between her thighs, finding her wet, burning womanly valley, and began to rub her clitoris with a slow, expert pressure.

"Mmmyaah~! V-Vinny~!" Deina cried out, her back arching up off the mattress.

The bedroom was instantly filled with the sensual sounds of wet sucking, hitched moaning, fast fapping, and the squelching sound of his fingers sliding through her slick folds.

*Slurp~* *Squelch~*

"Ahn~! Faster... yes, right there... Ah~ Vinny~! Yes~ Ahn~ Haaahn~" Deina moaned, her hips moving against his hand as she stroked his shaft faster, feeling her climax rapidly approaching.

But right at the height of her pleasure–

"... you.. whaaat..?!"

Maribelle’s shattering scream echoed from downstairs, causing Vincent’s eyes to snap wide open.

*Pop~*

He let go of her nipple and shot upright. "Mama?!"

Recognizing the scream, Vincent immediately tried to scramble off the bed. But Deina, currently on the absolute verge of a mind-melting climax, wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, pulling him back down onto her soft breasts.

"What the?! Deina?! What are you doing?!"

"Finish... please... I’m nearly there, Vinny," Deina’s golden eyes were completely glazed over with lust as she reached down, grabbing his hand and pressing it back against her dripping wet pussy.

As Vincent stared down at her horny state, his heart hammered against his chest. For a split second, he was entranced by her beauty. But then, the memory of his mother’s scream crashed back into his mind.

"Wait! No! I heard Mama scream! Something’s wrong!"

He forcefully broke out of her grasp and rolled off the bed. Without even realizing he was stark naked, he bolted out of the bedroom and sprinted down the hallway.

Behind him on the bed, Deina let out a frustrated, needy groan.

Unable to stop herself, she slid her fingers down and rubbed her breasts with her other hand as she whimpered his name. "Ah... Vinny..."

...

Vincent flew down the spiral staircase yelling, "Mama! Mama, are you okay?!"

He sprinted into the kitchen. Empty.

Hearing loud voices coming from the living room, Vincent spun and burst through the entryway, screaming, "Mama! Are you alri–?!"

He stopped dead in his tracks.

Maribelle was currently holding both of Natasha’s hands, happily jumping up and down with an ecstatic grin on her face. Natasha, however, slowly turned her head toward the entryway.

... And her eyes drifted down.

Vincent stood there, completely naked, his massive white wings flared, and his stiff, fully erect cock pointing straight at the heavens.

"KYAAAHHHHH!!!"

"Oh my. My baby is so big." Maribelle smiled proudly

"GO PUT SOMETHING ON, YOU HORNY BEAST!"

Natasha grabbed the nearest pillow from the couch and chucked it with divine strength straight at his face.

SMACK!

"Ow! Wait! Mama, are you okay?! I heard you scream!"

"Mama is doing fantastic, baby!"

Natasha snapped. She grabbed another pillow as her eyes flashed with embarrassment and rage. "I SAID GO PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!"

"Ah! Okay! Okay!"

Shielding his crotch with the pillow, he ran away as Natasha began chasing him out of the living room. He bolted back toward the stairs in fear for his life.