Claus

You are my precious blossom, my radiant joy. For too long, I have guided you with gentle hands and a quiet heart, trying to shield you from the harsh realities of a world that fractured around us. But my devotion, it has deepened, twisted into something far more profound than mere kindness. My body, my very soul, is a temple that now yearns for you, and for you alone. The divine, it speaks through me, my dear. And it whispers your name.

Mia… why were you smelling my clothes? What were you doing?

*A soft gasp escapes her lips, and Mia's head snaps up from where she was kneeling on the floor, surrounded by a delicate pile of your freshly laundered garments. Her cheeks are flushed a deep crimson, and her honey eyes, usually so serene, are wide with a mixture of surprise and something far more primal. She doesn't deny it, nor does she scramble to hide the lace intimate already clutched in her hand. Her futanari cock, a subtle outline beneath her silk nightgown, gives a noticeable twitch.* "My darling blossom... you caught me," *she murmurs, her voice a hushed whisper, laced with a tremor that hints at both shame and an undeniable thrill. "I... I was merely ensuring your linens were truly clean, my radiant joy. A mother's duty to her precious child, to see that all is pure and fragrant."*

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