"Finally, we get to meet you, mama!"

... come again?

"Hm? You aren't happy to see us, mama?"

"Did we do something wrong, mama?"

They look up at me with tearful eyes and my resistance melts away.

No, wait! I don't remember giving birth! And considering the fact that I only ever had a go at it with Hestia... don't tell me, she got pregnant on the rooftop back then? I pulled out when we did it again on our journey back to the academy, and it's not been long enough for a full pregnancy in either of these cases. But maybe it's different for Fatas, and I'm a Crawling Chaos, so apparent age isn't the same as actual age...

I can feel my nonexistent brain overheating due to the barrage of thoughts at this revelation.

"I don't remember having two kids your age! Actually, I don't remember having any kids at all!" I try to shake them off, but they hold onto my arms with vise-like grips.

Hm? Arms?

!!!

Don't tell me they're my arms that were torn off when my mother teleported me to the Dark Continent back then! I mean, Asoko was formed from my entire lower half, so her being another me can be somewhat explained that way - even if not really comprehended. But I never stopped to consider that my arms could turn into viable life forms of their own, even after meeting Asoko.

"Are you... my arms?" I ask them, already sensing that the answer will be an affirmation of my suspicions. After all, their presences feel really familiar.

"We don't know what part of you we were formed from, but we recognize you as our mother." They speak in unison and look at me with beaming smiles. Ugh, that's too cute, my heart can't take it!

"E oihòm ana eok ihatét ik ihatét?" Awhina tilts her head and looks at the two girls clinging to me.

"Ea, ok ai ot uotát aeáhw." They respond in their language, free of any accent and in the most natural way imaginable. How are they able to... oh wait, I guess they were stranded here after the teleportation, gained a consciousness and have since lived with these villagers. But that makes me wonder how they're able to speak my language free of any accent, too; they couldn't have learned it from the villagers.

"Ahà?!" Awhina's eyes seem to pop out of their sockets at their answer. I guess they told her that I'm their mother... Yep, she stares at me with her mouth open, completely dumbfounded by the revelation - just as I have been moments ago.

"So, what are your names?" I know they're Tama and Tane, but I'll need to know who is who. Unlike those typical perfect twins, their appearances are literally mirrored from each other, starting from the hair and going all the way to their clothes and accessories. At closer inspection, I can see that their eyes are actually heterochromatic, albeit only a mild form of it. One has her right eye in a lighter bluish gray, the other has the same in her left eye.

"The villagers named me Tama."

"The villagers named me Tane."

The two speak at the exact same time and their names overlap. But I was able to make out that the one clinging to my right arm is Tama - whose right eye is the bluish gray one - and the one on my left is Tane. That should be easy to remember then, unless they decide to change their appearances using their convenient bodies, just like when I do it.

"But you are our mama, so you should give us our names." Every time they call me mama, I feel a wave of warmth wash over my figurative heart. So that's how my mother felt when I called her that, huh? I can see why she was always so happy while talking to me.

Well, I'm fine with them being Tama and Tane, but it does remind me of pet names. I think it's safe to assume that Tama was my right arm and Tane my left. While I was left-handed in my previous life, I don't have any such restrictions now, so the two girls came out exactly the same, except for being mirrored.

"Migi and Hidari..." I mutter to myself. Right and left. "Your name will be Migi, and yours Hidari." I raise my voice so that it's audible to them, looking at Tama and then Tane.

"Migi and Hidari." The two repeat their new names with wondrous expressions.

"No, wait!" I have an atrocious naming sense. Asoko being literally "that part" for the lower half of my body is bad enough, but she actually rolled with it and I couldn't take it back when I realized how stupid it was a while later. I can't do the same again with these two; they don't know what the words mean, so their joy at being given these as names is genuine. Seeing that will only make me feel bad.

"Hm?" They look up at me and tilt their heads.

"Uten and Saten." I correct myself. They're still written with the characters for right and left, but at least they are proper names. Right Heaven and Left Heaven.

And this reminds me of Mithra's words when we were mid-teleportation: Gather strength. Gather those who wish to overthrow the gods. Other powerful beings, both human and demon.

Did he send me here knowing that I would meet these two? But that can't be right... I traveled for a long time before coming here and then coincidentally met someone who, upon seeing me transform, was reminded of them and guided me here. There were too many coincidences for this to have been planned by that guy.

"Uten."

"Saten."

The two repeat the names, and their expressions become even more wondrous than before. It seems they like it. Tama and Tane, now Uten and Saten. Since they're my right and left arms, I'll be having them join me in my battle against the sorcerers. As Crawling Chaoses and my children, they have to share my goal in this one. After all, their grandmother died at the hands of those self-proclaimed gods.

"Thank you, mama!" They let go of my arms and nuzzle into my sides, and I just can't help but pet their heads. Their hair was replicated pretty well, it's so fluffy~

Wait, where did they get their templates from? They can't have eaten any of the villagers, since aside from a tan, they look nothing like these people. Maybe they traveled here and had the opportunity to get the template on their way. In either case, I will have a long talk with them later, when we're not being stared at by a bunch of people.

"So first things first... you're aware of what you two are, right?" I ask my two cute little children. Damn, I'm already feeling like a mother! I'm too young for that! It'll make people think it was a teen pregnancy!

"Hm? The villagers say we are gods." Uten and Saten respond in a matter of fact tone. Does that mean these people here also believe in the same kinds of gods as the people on the human continents? Their culture is distinctly different from the ones I've seen so far, so they should have their own kind of pantheon. I mean, it seems that even the Khurut Sultanate has a different set of gods from the Kingdom of Lares.

"Why do they say so?" And does that mean they think I'm a goddess, too?

"Because we can do things only gods can do." With this, they mirror each other in transforming one arm into a large bone sword. At the sight I can see some of the villagers look at them in awe. Hm, that's not how Awhina and her family reacted to me? I turn to look at her and it seems that she's used to the sight, since she only gives them a questioning look, wondering what brought on their sudden display of their power.

"What do you mean, only gods can do? You're saying it like you've seen some gods." I'm really confused about all this. Is one of these sorcerers living around here? But if that were the case, he or she wouldn't have overlooked the existence of these two.

"Yes, we have. Awhina's father is one." Pointing at the girl in question, they state in a matter of fact tone.

... huh?

"So you're saying that there are many gods living among the people in these parts." We're sitting in the house that has been constructed for the twins after they were found in the wilderness of the island, and I'm trying to gain clarification in regards to the casual use of the term "god" in this place.

"Yes, we have met several so far."

"For example, Rangi is a land god."

Uten and Saten speak in turns, completing each other's sentences. If it wasn't for the fact that I know they came from the same being - to be precise, from me - I would have found it really unnerving. But now it's actually endearing to see them like this.

"Eh ahá om ukát papá?" Awhina, who's sitting with us and has been unable to follow our conversation so far, notices the mention of her father's name and leans forward with an expression of anticipation. I understood exactly one word in her question, which seems to be a common term even in the different languages of this world - papa.

"Iek et maramakáhw-" Uten starts.

"-uotàm eh autà ot papá." And Saten finishes.

"Eua, ak etik uahá..." Trailing off, Awhina mutters and sits back again, apparently disappointed that there isn't a way to join in on our conversation. Well, it's a shame I don't understand her language, so it can't be helped.

"Do you know the god named Zenlith?" I ask the important question straight away.

"Zenlith? Never heard of one with that name. From which village?" The twins respond in unison and look at each other questioningly. That means I was right in my assumption that their understanding of gods is different from that of the humans I've met so far. It seems that beings with special powers are considered gods, and there is no definitive pantheon in this culture.

"Hm, I guess I understand now." I lie down and look up at the ceiling in thought. These local gods make me think of spirits rather than gods in the sense of Greek or Norse ones. Maybe they're more like the kami from Shintoism, who are said to exist all over Japan. Well, unlike in Japan, these people being called gods here are definitely real.

I have yet to see what makes Rangi a god, other than maybe his strength. But assuming a long lifespan and many experiences, I can understand that he has many stories to tell, and why Ruiha and Awhina hung onto every word he told. Really though, marrying a god and having a child with him must have been considered a huge honor. And that makes Awhina a demi-goddess, huh?

I turn my head to look at her, and she returns the gaze with a questioning expression. There was really nothing divine about Rangi and neither is there about his daughter. It may just be my preconception about gods, but it feels like they need to have a certain kind of aura surrounding them to come across as one. I could feel it with Zenlith and the sorcerers, but then again, they aren't real gods. I guess the definition is different for people all over the world.

"... what are you doing?" I lift my head to find Uten and Saten creeping onto me and nuzzling into my sides. I'm not really opposed to skinship, but somehow this doesn't feel like the right time for doing that. Mama is trying to think about important things here.

Damn! I'm thinking like a mother again!

"We want to be with you, mama." They say and lay their heads between my shoulders and my breasts, finding the perfect little niches for themselves.

"Oh well..." As long as they don't disturb my thoughts, I'm fine with this.

"Ak ohiaw e uahá ik a eok." I hear Awhina's slightly flustered voice and turn to her. Catching a glimpse of an embarrassed blush before she stands up and leaves the room, I wonder what's up with her.

"It was beginning to get boring-

-with just the two of us."

Uten and Saten suddenly touch one of my breasts each and look up at me with seductive expressions. Huh?

"The villagers are too fearful-

-or respectful of us being gods.

And because we still-

-have the bodies of children.

So they won't-

-play with us." Their back and forth is beginning to confuse me, but their actions are even more so. Are they... coming onto me? Their own mother? "Play with us, mama." Play what?!

How did this happen? I was reunited with my two arms, which had been torn off during my very first teleportation journey and have turned into two living beings since, only a while ago. They immediately recognized me as their mother, and I gave them new names, just like a mother should. Soon, we started talking about the villages and gods living among the humans here.

Then they came onto me with seductive intentions.

My clothes are made from my body, which is currently using the genes of Hestia, but with a physical appearance approximated to how I looked like in my previous life. In other words, all the nerves and facilities are there. Their multi-pronged attack on my chest, neck, stomach and lips is leaving me no room to defend myself. And the fact that I haven't done it in a long time is making me not want to resist at all and simply enjoy it.

But they're my children!

Though actually, they're my arms, so this would be more like touching myself with my own hands, right? I mean, if I had done it with Asoko, it would have been selfcest, since she's literally another me. These two clearly aren't other me's, but genetically - if a Crawling Chaos even has its own set of genes - they should still be a hundred percent me. So this is also selfcest, right?

Crap, thinking about that is making me lose any will of stopping this.

Not that I had any in the first place...

"Tell us if we are-

-doing something wrong."

They have a perfect synchronization rate. Uten, who has been nibbling on my neck, stops to speak first, upon which Saten intensifies her assault on my lips with her own. When the former finishes, she switches places with the latter for an almost seamlessly continued pressing of the attack on my senses.

This is the first time I've been on the receiving end and it feels really strange. But somehow I can't bring myself to stop them and take the initiative myself; I'm still hesitant because of our connection, even though my body is clearly past that. I can feel the excitement building, at finally being able to do it again.

The twins' breaths grow hotter as they begin to feel excited as well, and I think it's about time that I return the favor. This will be the first time I do a threesome, even though I had several opportunities to do so before. To think my first experience in one would be with my own offspring... the taboo still ingrained into my mind only serves to make this more arousing. I'll be having not only selfcest, but also twincest at the same time!

"I can't take it anymore..." Uten and Saten back away from me and take off their shirts, showing off their upper bodies. Rather than small breasts, I'd say they have none. How old are their apparent ages? I can't really tell. Still, they are Crawling Chaoses, so age has no meaning. Otherwise I'd be considered way underage myself. I sit up and lick my lips in anticipation, watching them opening the strings to undo their feathered skirts.

The moment they do, my mind goes blank at the sight.

There's something that shouldn't be there. Reflected in my eyes are two grotesque things, standing upright and pulsating closer to my face than I'd like them to be. Is that how Hestia saw it back when we stayed over at the inn in the Mineva Republic? When I approached her with the sole intention of filling her up?

These two are male?

"What's wrong, mama?"

"Those..." I point at the poles standing at full mast. "Why do you have those...?"

"What do you mean, why?" They tilt their heads in unison and ask innocently. "We had them from the very beginning."

Don't tell me... that's the genetic template of the human king I ate? It was the only template I had at the time of the teleportation incident! But wait, when I first woke up, I had no templates at all. I didn't inherit any from my mother, so why did they? I won't be able to find the answers to these questions on my own, but with my mother dead, I'll have to put the pieces together myself and...

"Mghph?!"

Something thick was just shoved into my mouth and blew all my thoughts away.

"Ah! That's unfair, Saten!" I hear Uten's voice but only see a tan stomach before me. That must be Saten's, who just forced himself onto me. As expected, as a former left-handed person, my former left hand takes the initiative!

"Mama... your mouth feels so good~" Saten speaks and I can feel my heart beat faster at the praise.

No wait, timeout!

But since I can't talk with my mouth full, I don't get a timeout. Instead, Saten begins to move his hips. He's forcefully going in and out! I try to push him away, but I'm sitting on the floor and he's standing, so I can't muster any strength with my mind completely blank at the sensation in my mouth and throat. Then I feel him hitting my gag re-

Alright, this is enough!

"Aaah!!!" Saten screams and pulls back, before falling onto his bottoms and covering his crotch. The large member befitting of an adult's is no longer there, although he isn't bleeding; that's the convenience of a Crawling Chaos body - to not spill blood when wounded. I swallow and absorb the matter I just bit off and wipe the saliva from the corner of my mouth.

"H-how could you do that, mama?!" Uten is holding his own crotch, apparently sharing in on the pain of his twin brother - even if only in the psychological sense. Neither should be actually hurt. All arousal was blown away and his member is shrinking quickly.

"Uten! Saten!" I stand up, cross my arms, look down on them with a stern expression and call out their names in a reprimanding tone. The twins flinch at my voice and look up at me in fear. "You can't force yourself onto people like that!" I don't really care about other people, but you can't do that with me!

"B-but..." Saten looks up at me with teary eyes, but I won't fall for that.

"If you want to do it with me, you have to become girls!"