"Then my mothers have been neglecting me all this time."
"What do you mean?!" Mearie shouted all of a sudden, her voice cracking as if personally affronted. "Neglecting you? Quinlan Elysiar, how dare you even suggest such a thing!"
Luminara's face, usually serene, contorted into a mask of pure indignation. "Neglecting you?!" she echoed, her voice rising to a near-wail. "Explain yourself, young man, right this instant!"
Instead of answering the offended cries of his mothers whose sole existence revolved around motherhood and thus felt personally wronged by his words, Quinlan simply grabbed onto one divine mommy milker of his two mothers with each of his hands, his fingers kneading the soft flesh before he gently, yet firmly, guided one of each woman's nipple into his mouth.
"This baby," he declared, his voice muffled around Luminara's supple breast, "is hungry. He has been for a very long time, yet you never fed him… He almost starved on your watch…"
