Upon hearing Rayden's anguished cries, Anastasia immediately sprinted towards the source of the sound. As she flung open her mother's bedroom door, she was astounded to find her beloved mother, miraculously healthy and vibrant.
Yet, what shocked her even more was the fact that her mother was claiming Anastasia's man by sinking her teeth into Rayden's neck and draining his blood.
"Mama, what are you doing!!!" Anastasia shouted in anger, covering her mouth with her right hand, staring incredulously at the entwined couple before her. "Didn't you catch my scent on him? Why would you claim him without my permission?!" she asked, her voice tinged with irritation and bewilderment.
Though furious, Anastasia refrained from intervening, allowing her mother to remain latched onto Rayden. She patiently awaited the culmination of the blood-draining process.
Shortly thereafter, Anastasia's mother disengaged her bite, sensually licking the remaining blood from her lips in a manner that was both provocative and alluring. "Ahh—such exquisite pleasure, it feels like the seventh heaven!" the platinum-blonde woman exclaimed, her voice playful, her expression filled with longing and satisfaction. Her face flushed with the ecstasy of overwhelming delight.
Gently cradling Rayden's face in her hands, she began to speak with a softness imbued with affection, her expression warmed by tenderness. "From this moment on, you are my husband. The one and only king who has captured my heart, soul, mind, and body."
"My name is Miranda Ysolde Frostbane. You may call me Mira, my husband," Mira introduced herself in an intimate and familiar manner, as she began to wrap her arms around Rayden's neck.
At the doorway of the bedroom, Anastasia was overshadowed by an expression of deep gloom. The word "husband" had barely left her mother's lips when she, without a second thought, leaped onto the bed and embraced Rayden from behind.
"No way, Rayden is my man, Mama!" Anastasia protested irritably, tightening her grip around Rayden's body. "I was the first to drink his blood and mark him with my scent!" she declared emphatically, reminding her mother, who seemed indifferent to her daughter's grievances.
Mira smiled softly, then replied with an apathetic tone. "Hmph—why should I care? After all, you're just a little girl. You lack the allure of a mature woman entirely," she remarked with a hint of arrogance, a sly grin crossing her face as she locked eyes with Anastasia. "Look at your mother, do you think any young man could resist my charm?" she continued, her voice filled with absolute confidence, after a brief pause. Mira was utterly convinced of her irresistible allure as a woman, unmatched by any other.
Miranda's words, perhaps, held a grain of truth. In essence, she embodied a more mature, sophisticated, and sensual version of Anastasia. Her figure was fuller and taller than Anastasia's. Nevertheless, her proportions were impeccably balanced, surpassing the beauty and aesthetics of even the most seductive women.
Miranda stood tall at an impressive 6 feet 6 inches, with a torso that was remarkably elongated, setting her apart from the average stature. Her chest measured a striking 40J cup, complemented by a slender waist, taut hips, and a beautifully sculpted, voluptuous derrière. Despite the considerable size of her bust, her long torso offered a harmonious and proportional blend. The combination of her slim waist further accentuated the perfect aesthetics of her physique.
Miranda's facial features bore an uncanny resemblance to Anastasia's, yet the temperament and aura she emitted were markedly different. While Anastasia exuded an air of cold elegance, Miranda was untouchable, radiating an imposing presence akin to that of a supreme queen with absolute authority.
As their arguments persisted, Rayden intervened, his voice gentle yet firm:
"Why don't you both become my wives? Wouldn't that resolve the issue?".
Upon hearing this declaration, the two women beside Rayden were immediately taken aback. They never imagined that the man they admired desired both mother and daughter to become his wives, sharing him together.
Though both women were quite shocked, there was no indication of rejection towards such an outrageous proposal. In fact, Miranda spoke up, wholeheartedly agreeing to the proposal without much deliberation.
"Mama, are you serious?" Anastasia asked, her eyes wide with disbelief, her voice quivering with uncertainty.
Miranda responded with a mischievous smile, extending her left hand to gently pull her daughter closer. Simultaneously, she leaned in and pressed her lips against Rayden's. In that moment, a three-way kiss unfolded between Rayden, Anastasia, and Miranda.
Rayden, still in disbelief, stood frozen for several seconds, only to be brought back to reality by Miranda's teasing lick on his lips.
'Damn, is this what they call oyakodon!' Rayden thought, his mind awash with rosy fantasies.
As the trio indulged in the intoxicating blend of passion and love, a sudden, loud roar of wild beasts pierced through the air, echoing into the house and shattering the beautiful moment.
"Those damned creatures," Miranda growled, breaking the kiss, her eyes darkening with anger as her expression turned grim.
Harnessing the power of the plants that sprawled around his home as sensors, Rayden could clearly perceive the presence of thousands of colossal black-furred bears encircling the outer perimeter of his house's fence. He sensed the high level of threat emanating from these creatures based on the energy radiating from their bodies.
Without hesitation, Rayden summoned his straight-bladed silver saber along with its scabbard from the void. After a brief farewell to the two women by his side, he dashed out. Initially, Anastasia and Miranda offered to accompany him, but Rayden firmly refused, unwilling to expose them to further danger.
Moreover, he felt supremely confident in his newfound power and was eager to test it firsthand.
Upon reaching the front yard, Rayden noticed the fence around him trembling violently under the relentless assault of the giant bears.
"I need to fortify the house's defenses first," he murmured with urgency, surveying his surroundings.
Closing his eyes, Rayden focused intently, channeling a substantial amount of arcane energy. He then elevated the wooden fence around him, hardening it to the density of steel with precise molecular control. He also sprouted poisonous thorns atop the fence as a final safeguard.
Consequently, the vibrations against the fence diminished dramatically. The massive bears were caught off guard by the fence's sudden transformation into a steel-like barrier. Some attempted to climb over directly, only to find their bodies paralyzed by the toxin-laden thorns. They collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony as their bodies convulsed violently. Dirty red blood seeped from their mouths, noses, eyes, and ears.
In mere seconds, dozens of the giant black bears lay dead on the spot.