Let's start with something simple. Name, please?

You probably had more in-depth questions about her origins, who made her, where she was before this and a whole bunch of things like that. But, with her ass squirming against your very quickly hardening cock, one of her full tits filling your your right hand and the smooth skin of her thigh soft against your left, it's difficult to recall any of those very important questions at the moment. Still, if you don't want to lose all train of thought, you should ask her something, shouldn't you?

"So...what should I call ya, sweetheart? They give you a name when they were growin' ya and gettin' ya all ready for a life of, er, servin' your master and all that?", you ask, knowing the question of what her name was was really more of a conversation for before you got to the feeling each other up naked point of knowing each other...well, usually.

The Chlorophyte giggles at that and shakes her head, the sound of merriment ending on a pleasured sigh as your hand trailed further inward upon her thigh and makes teasing contact with her bare and already dripping sex. It seems that the plant girl is almost always wet and ready to go and the fluids that drip from her smell as sweet as the viscous saliva that had drooled from her lips before her transformation. It is a scent that has your now rigid cock twitching and straining against your boxers and her ass, making you think she's quite the little aphrodisiac in a very literal sense as well as figurative.

"No, Master. Your Chlorophyte has no name. My master can call me whatever he wants.", she states and gives a little gasp as you slide your fingertips slowly and teasingly over her slit, her petite body shivering with delight at the contact.

Huh. Up to you to decide what to name her, is it? That's kind of a hassle, but you can keep calling her different pet names or "plant girl" every time you want to talk to her so you should think of something? What to call her...Ivy? No, that's cliche as hell. Daisy? Fuck, that's even worse. Really got to get away from the plant related names. Maybe something based on what her species is? Chlorophyte, she said. Let's see. Chlorophyte. Chloroph. Chlor. Chlo.

"How 'bout Chloe? I knew a girl named Chloe a long while back. Sweet li'l thing. You remind me of her a bit.", you suggest and she gives a happy little squeal as she turns her head up towards you with a beaming smile on her face.

"I love it, Master! I'm Chloe from now on!", she says and then leans up to give you a sweet little kiss upon the underside of your jaw, "Thank you, Master."

The adorable way she looks at you and sweetly thanks you for naming her would be enough to melt your heart if you weren't more preoccupied with the way her moving makes her round little ass wiggle and slide against your hard cock still confined to your boxers. It's enough to make you bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from losing all semblance of control and taking her right then and there. Still, you manage it just barely...though, really, you wonder if you have to. Do you really have anything more you need to ask?