The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

Ancestral Manor, Hailstorm Clan.

Adriana squinted her eyes, observing the way her eldest daughter was acting all lovey-dovey with Sam. 'Did something finally happen between these two?'

Helena, completely disregarding the peculiar look her mother sent her way, possessively wrapped her arm around Sam's hand and pulled him closer, pressing his head against her chest.

Adriana could swear that she saw her daughter's blue pupils turn into pink-colored love hearts.

Helena looked like she was head over heels in love—a kind of love that could make one a total maniac and a psycho.

"Here, dear," Helena gently grabbed a piece of cooked beast meat from the dining table and pointed it at Sam's mouth lovingly.

"Ah," Sam opened his mouth wide, allowing her to place the meat in, and he began to eat it with a loving smile.

He then took a piece of meat from his plate and held it up to Helena's mouth. Like a teenager in love, Helena accepted the gesture and chewed on it.

Adriana, watching this, didn't know what kind of reaction she should express. She sent a voice transmission to Lorraine, who sat on the other side of Sam, "Daughter, what happened between these two?"

"Nothing much; they just shared a very brutal tongue-twisting, saliva-flooding kiss," Lorraine said, shaking her head while imagining her own kiss, which she believed wouldn't fall behind Helena's kiss with Sam.

"Ha, that explains this... whatever this is," Adriana rolled her eyes. She couldn't deny a twinge of jealousy, knowing that Helena had taken the lead not just from her but also, from the looks of it, from Lorraine.

"So, Sam, what's your plan for today? You still have two days until your battle with Tomas Wichura. I'm guessing you want to prepare for that?" Adriana asked, attempting to start a conversation.

"He will be spending time with his lovely mother," Helena said before Sam could give a reply, looking annoyed at her mother. Her expression seemed to convey, 'Don't you dare make my son work unnecessarily.'

"Don't be stingy, dear. I was just trying to have a conversation with my dear grandson," Adriana sighed. Then, she remembered something.

"I heard that the girls imprinted on you?"

"Yes, they did," Sam nodded.

'That was faster than I expected,' Lorraine thought. 'Wait, why haven't I imprinted on him? I mean, I have already decided that I'm spending my eternal life with Sam, so it's only natural I imprint on him.'

Helena, who was feeding Sam, was also having similar thoughts as her younger sister. 'I want to imprint on my son too.'

Even when she was married to William Flareheart, she never felt like she should imprint on him.

She never understood why, but she believed her instincts and refrained from imprinting on him.

Helena, thinking about this, gazed at Sam's mesmerizing, otherworldly handsome face. Unlike William, he made her feel like she should imprint on him right now.

'I will imprint on him once we are alone,' Helena pushed the thought to the back of her mind. She didn't want to subconsciously imprint without control.

Sometimes, it happens that people who are capable of imprinting on others do it without control.

It happens to those who have a hard time controlling their instincts and bloodline.

Helena, being a high-class dragon and a great Sage cultivator, naturally had high control over her instincts.

But even then, she felt a strong pull from Sam that wanted her to imprint on him.

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After having dinner with the family, Sam excused himself to his chambers.

He wanted to talk with his wives, but they were in closed-door cultivation. Even Sophia was diligently immersed in her training.

After all, they didn't possess earth-shattering abilities like Sam, which could propel them to break through major realms in a single day, did they?

KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Mom?" Sam quickly opened the door.

Before he could even greet her, her figure lunged at him like a beast pouncing on its prey.

"Mom, slow down," Sam, realizing she was going straight for the kiss, tried to stop her, but she didn't halt and kissed him passionately, then slowly guiding him to the bed, making him sit next to her.

Responding to her fervent kisses, Sam reached for her well-defined and firm breasts over her traditional kimono, feeling his hands sink into the feather-like softness.

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Helena felt like she was on cloud nine, finding satisfaction in the touch of his hands on her sensitive body parts.

She didn't want him to stop; the moment was blissful.

But as fate would have it, all good things must come to an end.

At that moment, Sam felt a supernatural connection forming between him and Helena. In his inner world, another insignia materialized beside the five .

Helena sensed her imprint on Sam being completed.

Only then did she separate her delicious, fruity, pinkish lips from his, her mouth dripping with the mix of their saliva. Her eyes were half-closed, gazing at the white-haired handsome man in her arms.

She appeared intoxicated, as if she had indulged in various pleasures, with a bottle of wine as a final touch that even made her dragon self intoxicated.

"I finally found a worthy man to imprint," these words escaped her mouth.

Her current appearance, the intoxicating expression, her saliva-drenched pink lips, desire-packed eyes, slow breaths, fragrance, and, more than anything, the sense of engaging in something taboo with his mother stirred up Sam's desire to an unknown level.

Helena extended her arms widely, indicating that Sam could do anything he wanted with her to his heart's content or until he was fully satisfied.

Sensing her feelings, he grabbed her face firmly and placed his lips on hers, inserting his tongue for a deep, passionate kiss.

After sucking her lips for a couple of minutes, he removed his lips from her mouth. "M-Mom, kissing you feels like heaven. I could never get used to it."

"I...I feel the same way, Son. I c-can never live without kissing you after all this." Helena face turned bright red as she gently laid her head on his chest, able to hear his heart beating fast like it was racing.

As he brushed her long white hair back, his eyes fell on her clear white neck.

It reminded him of Amelia, who regularly drank his blood from his neck. Every time she did that, Sam would feel an inexplicable urge to suck on her neck like a hungry vampire, but he was not a vampire; he was a mighty dragon.

Now, seeing Helena's clear and pretty neck brought the same feeling to the surface. He wanted to suck it.

Unknown to the thoughts running through his mind, Helena had her eyes closed with a small genuine smile on her face, enjoying his embrace.

She felt so comfortable and at home in his arms, something she never found with William Flareheart, her ex-husband.

Sam gently brought his face near her pristine neck, smelling a floral fragrance radiating from her. "You smell so good."

"....Ahhh," before Helena could reply, she felt a warm sensation spreading over her skin from her neck, making her moan in surprise.

Sam sucked on her neck, akin to a seductive vampiress drinking the blood of her prey.

The only difference was that her prey would experience immense pain, whereas Helena felt immense pleasure. "S-Son, that place is... do it gently."

Hearing her moan increased his desire to intensify the experience. He nibbled on her neck skin, tasting it like the most delicious candy he had ever encountered.

"Um... It feels good... Ahh," Helena tightened her grip on Sam, feeling his very hot and hard thing pressing against her juicy thighs.

Experiencing these pleasurable sensations, she became aroused herself and grabbed his hot and rock-hard penis over his pants.

Feeling her hands, Sam removed his lips from her neck and looked at Helena, who was also looking at him with gentle eyes and heaved breath.

Their eyes conveyed the same feelings – he desired her, and she desired him. They would become one sooner or later, so why not now?

Just as they were about to start an intense, passionate night, someone abruptly opened the door, and a figure flashed inside.

Seeing the intimate position they were in, Lorraine tilted her head. "Oh, were you guys having a moment there? Did I interrupt?"

Helena felt a vein bulging on her head, annoyed on so many levels. She couldn't compare it to the previous times she felt annoyed.

She was getting into the best part of her romance with Sam, so why did Lorraine have to come here now of all times?

Noticing Helena's expression, Lorraine smiled bitterly, sending a voice transmission to Helena. "Oi, why are you cheating? Didn't we agree we will do it together after we convince Ava to surrender herself to Sam? And why are you trying to get the lead from me?"

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