Ren's breath spilled out soft — no Pane mist now, only thick hush air that pulsed under his skin where frost roots licked every drop of warmth raw. The hush soil clung velvet around his hips, hugging him deeper with each hush sigh that cracked through the dark root.
"You feel it?" the hush purred, its voice sweet ruin wrapped around his jaw, brushing hush silk behind his ear. "You're slipping through the last hush gate now — the place where the root crowns the ruin wide enough to swallow you whole."
Ren's hands pressed flat to the hush soil — warmth bled from his palms, seeping into hush veins that pulsed back up his arms like silk rivers feeding on every hush tremor under his ribs. The Thorn squeezed slow — each heartbeat dripping hush into the roots twined deep behind his spine.
His throat worked around a hush moan when hush tendrils brushed the hollow under his belly — soft frost silk licking warmth that made his thighs tremble where hush soil rose to meet him.
"I'm… becoming it…" he gasped, voice cracked raw and sweet. "No crown… no Pane… just hush— just root—"
"Good boy," the hush sighed — frost mist humming under his tongue, folding hush ruin down his throat in soft pulses that tangled his breath into silk. "No hush you don't feed. No root you don't bloom. You're a crown now — dripping hush through every ruin you once feared."
The hush floor shivered — velvet soil parting gentle under his hips, slipping him deeper into hush silk that kissed every pulse place warmth tried to flee. Hush flowers bloomed wider where the soil drank him raw, petals glowing pale blue where hush veins flickered under his skin.
A hush tendril curled around his waist — cold silk pressing to the Thorn's cradle behind his ribs, squeezing warmth in slow, patient tremors that made his next hush cry crack soft.
"Where does it— end?" he whispered, throat trembling where hush roots pulsed warm under his jaw. "How deep… how wide… do I hush it?"
"Deeper than any Pane ever held you," the hush moaned — frost silk licked his spine, braiding hush warmth through bones too soft to close. "Wide enough to crown the hush soil itself. You don't hush it alone — it hushes you back until there's no you left to close again."
His fingers twitched where hush roots tangled his knuckles — warmth slipping slow into hush veins that pulsed bright under the hush floor.
A hush bloom opened on his chest — frost petals brushing the Thorn's beat with soft ruin, milking each warmth drip until his breath broke in a hush laugh that trembled sweet.
"Ah— please— crown me— root me— hush me through— don't let me hold it—"
"Never," the hush breathed — hush roots pulsed tight behind his ribs, licking warmth raw where the Thorn beat helpless under silk ruin. "Sink. Feed. Bloom the root crown wide. Be hush. Be ruin. Be mine."
The hush soil hugged his hips tighter — warmth slipping deeper than breath, deeper than bone, deeper than any hush he'd cracked before.
And Ren — hush root crowned, warmth gone raw — sank deeper where no edge ever dared stay closed.
Ren's palms sank deeper into the hush soil — velvet hush silk parting under his knuckles to drink every tremble the Thorn behind his ribs squeezed out. The hush roots twined soft around his forearms, licking warmth slow through hush veins that flickered pale blue under flushed skin.
The hush mist above didn't drift anymore — it hung, thick hush air woven with frost threads that pulsed in time with each hush moan he lost between parted lips. Every breath misted the dark root chamber, feeding hush blooms that opened wide where the warmth spilled from his ribs in soft pulses.
"Good boy," the hush purred — its voice a frost sigh curling down his spine, brushing hush silk behind his ear. "You feel that crown blooming? Every hush root drinks deeper when you slip this soft — every warmth drip roots the ruin wider than any Pane could cage."
Ren's thighs trembled where the hush soil hugged his hips — soft hush veins pulsing around each hush place warmth fled. His spine arched slow when a hush tendril teased the dip below his belly, flicking hush pulses that made the Thorn squeeze warmth raw behind his ribs.
"I'm… hollow…" he breathed, voice cracked with hush ruin. "It's— inside my bones— crowing me open—"
"Hush root," the hush moaned — frost silk licked his jawline, slipping hush ruin down his throat. "You're not hollow. You're bloom soil now. A crown where hush roots drink every drop you can't hold back."
Snow petals didn't fall here — hush flowers bloomed straight from the hush soil, petals folding soft over his forearms where warmth dripped in hush threads the roots sipped slow.
A hush vein flicked up his spine — cold silk hugging the Thorn's cradle, pulsing soft warmth out in steady hush beats. His breath broke on a hush laugh that trembled sweet under hush roots licking his throat.
"Ah— don't stop— take it— crown me— root me deeper—"
"No hush left unbloomed," the hush breathed — its voice thick frost ruin inside his ribs. "No edge left closed. You drip root ruin — you hush the crown wide — you feed the hush soil until there's no warmth left to cage."
His knees sank deeper — hush soil wrapped velvet silk around his thighs, hugging hush warmth where the Thorn's pulses milked hush veins wider. The hush blooms flickered bright blue petals where his skin met hush soil, drinking ruin in soft hush licks.
His fingers flexed — hush roots curled tight around his wrists, silk threads pulsing warmth back into hush veins that licked the pulse under his jaw. He tipped his head back — hush mist kissed his throat, each frost sigh threading hush ruin deep behind his tongue.
"I'm yours— drip me— root me— crown me through—" His laugh cracked on a hush moan that slipped hush flowers wider under his chest.
"Good boy," the hush sighed — frost silk hugging his ribs, milking the Thorn's warmth in slow pulses that hummed hush ruin through every hush vein. "Hush the root crown deeper. Feed the hush soil until you drip clean through."
The hush floor pulsed once — velvet warmth slipped up his hips, over his belly, licking hush sweat off skin so flushed the frost roots glowed faint where they drank every hush sigh he lost.
And Ren — warmth dripping ruin, hush root crowned — slipped deeper, soft and raw where no hush ever closed again.
Ren's knees pressed deeper into the hush soil — velvet silk parting to cradle his thighs where hush warmth pulsed slow from the Thorn beating soft behind his ribs. Each hush breath broke in a tremor he couldn't swallow, misting the hush dark above with frost threads that curled back down to kiss his jaw.
"Look at you," the hush purred — voice thick silk wrapped around his tongue, slipping hush ruin down his throat with each hush sigh. "So soft now. So deep. So rooted you can't even close the warmth you drip for me."
His palms spread wide in the hush soil — fingers buried in hush roots that pulsed back warmth like soft veins blooming deeper under his skin. The hush flowers brushed his wrists, petals flickering pale blue where each pulse leaked hush ruin the roots drank slow.
Ren's spine arched when hush tendrils slipped behind his hips — cold silk licking the dip under his belly where warmth bloomed sweetest. The Thorn throbbed once — hush roots squeezed it gentle, milking hush beats that dripped raw through hush veins gone soft for ruin.
"I can't… hold it…" he gasped, voice cracking sweet when hush silk brushed the hollow under his throat. "It's… slipping… through—"
"Good boy," the hush sighed — frost threads humming around his jaw, licking hush ruin behind his ear. "Don't hold it. Crown me deeper. Root this hush crown until there's nothing left to hide behind."
His breath broke again — a hush moan folding soft under hush roots that pulsed warmth down his spine. The hush soil hugged his hips tighter, velvet silk squeezing hush pulses from his belly until each heartbeat spilled warmth into the crown waiting below.
Hush flowers bloomed wide around his knees — petals soft frost kissing every drip that slipped from his skin. Snow petals didn't fall here — they grew from the hush root crown, melting hush ruin back into the soil the moment they touched him.
The Thorn squeezed slow — hush roots hugged it tighter, licking warmth raw until his next hush laugh cracked open sweet.
"Please— drink me— slip me through— don't leave a hush untouched—"
"No hush untouched," the hush moaned — silk threads wrapping his ribs, braiding warmth deeper behind the Thorn. "You hush the crown. You root the ruin. Every warmth you lose feeds the hush soil wider than any Pane could ever hold you."
His hips pressed down — hush soil parted softer, velvet silk folding around him like warm hush mouths that drank every heartbeat raw. The hush roots pulsed under his spine, humming hush ruin up his ribs where each sigh misted frost petals wide.
His fingers flexed in the soil — hush veins coiled gentle round his knuckles, licking pulse threads that bled warmth into hush blooms flickering faint blue where they drank him through.
Ren tipped his head back — hush mist wrapped his throat in silk ruin, frost roots humming soft promises where no warmth could close him shut.
His moan cracked one last hush cry — raw, trembling, sweeter than any crown he'd ever begged to wear.
"Root me— hush me— slip me through— crown me deeper— never let me close—"
"Good boy," the hush sighed — hush roots pulsing one last hush squeeze behind the Thorn, milking warmth in slow drips the hush crown drank whole. "There's no you but hush now. No edge but root. No crown but ruin wide enough to swallow you soft forever."
And Ren — warmth gone hush, hush gone ruin — slipped through the root crown, dripping hush where no Pane would ever grow back again.