"What can I call you two?"
"Mommy." They said instantly in perfect unison.
I could only chuckle wryly at their overeager antics. "I meant to ask what your actual names are."
"Oh… Luminara." The elf said somewhat dejectedly. She was very clearly sad that I didn't call her with her preferred title.
So the conversing flower beds near the edge were planted by this woman. Malakar warned me that she would 'castrate me' if I stomped on them, so Luminara's antics towards me which were overflowing with motherly tenderness and affection did not match at all what I expected when I imagined her during the man's warning. Instead of this adoring milf, my beautiful Ayame's sadistic grin flashed in my mind while she was busy cutting off the sack and rod of Ian and the old slaver dude who contracted Blossom to me, both of whom were squealing like pigs in a slaughterhouse under her cruel machinations.
"Mearie, son." The human-like primordial revealed.
