"Sure, but I get her name."

Words such as that led to a pleased sigh on the other end of the line and an understanding smile from Mizore. The fact that Shota, even in a time of confusion and post-coital clarity had said he'd marry her AND take her family name made Mizore a very very happy yuki-onna.

As soon as Tsurara hung up the phone, the now-engaged lovebirds fell into a deep sleep, holding each other and imagining their life together. But an easy life? Fate had a rather different sort of plan for the duo, one that would bring great fame, great fortune. But most of all, Fate would bring them much closer to each other.

(TIMESKIP)

When Shota awoke the next morning, he was moving at speed, his lollipop in his mouth and being encased fully clothed in a block of ice. In this cabin sort of thing sat Mizore, his fiancée, alongside a lady that looked a lot like her, albeit more mature.

"Morning, sweetie…" he said in a daze before realizing his situation. "Why am I in a block of ice? Mizore, let me out of it, please… this isn't funny."

"This human of yours, he looks cute. I am pleased with him so far." Tsurara said, with Shota recognizing the voice from the night before and the sex dialling.

Mizore blushed as Shota looked at her mother and introduced himself. "Shota Medeashvili. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Shirayuki. Can either of you please unfreeze me? I know the cold won't affect me but still it's really awkward."

Tsurara chuckled, removing the ice and letting Shota sit opposite of the two of them. "We yuki-onna sometimes have issues in bringing husbands home to wed."

"And your solution was to kidnap me and drag me here in an ice cube?" He replied back.

Tsurara nodded.

"I must say, as far as kidnappings go you seem to have done this well. I wouldn't be an expert but I'd say it was a success." He added. This caused Mizore to chuckle.

"Shota, we'll arrive at our village and ski resort in a minute or two. Please be ready." said Mizore.

"Ski resort? Me, skiing? I doubt I'd be good at it even with personal lessons. The last time I tried it, the front of the ski fell off and I left the environment for a different environment." Shota said, in jest.

"Fell off?" Tsurara asked.

"Yes. The front fell off. They weren't built to rigorous ski-making standards, being made from cardboard and certain cardboard derivatives. Paper's definitely out in that regard. All that is left of that set of skis is the rear because the front fell off. No fire when they fell off either. All I remember seeing was sky, snow, sky, snow, more snow, wall. I didn't hit hard per se but I wasn't standing." He said back to her as the cabin thing arrived and he got out last, letting Mizore and his soon-to-be mother-in-law go first and lead the way.

Looking around the village, Shota saw plenty of girls and women, much like Mizore and Tsurara. But no men of any kind ever appeared, which was concerning. So he asked them about this.

"Where's the men?"

"Oh, that? Our kind can only give birth to women and so all of our men are usually weak ones we've captured or ones we've married to. We've developed some views on men that you humans would call deeply misandrist and offensive." Tsurara replied.

"Such as?" queried Shota.

"Men are in the home and whatever they do in or out of it is the decision of the wife. Personally, I'd rather have you as a model male, showing off how good you are. Maybe give you a new look, too." Mizore replied. She was never this bold at school. Not that he didn't mind all of what she said. Honestly, it was a relief that it wasn't the opposite. The opposite was what he was used to back in Georgia, so this? This made his day.

"Sure. I like cooking, I've got no issue with that. Besides, I like housework. It means I can be precise, be in control. A man has to be in charge of something around here and if it isn't running the home, it's taking care of it." Shota said. Both Tsurara and Mizore had the same exact thought on this. We don't need to train him at all.

Once they arrived at the grand house on the edge of the village, all three of them went inside. It was not like anything he'd seen before. First, the number of guns. There were a lot of them with at least one rack on every wall. Second, the wooden floors. He hoped he never had to clean them by himself as they would be a right pain and he would find it incredibly annoying. He remembered the existence of those carpet tiles and hoped that if he was truly in the position that he was in, that convincing the mother and daughter to let him put them down would not be impossible.

"Alright, whose are they?" Shota asked, inquiring about the guns.

Mizore looked at him and whispered to him. "Both. Mainly hers, but I use them too."

This floored Shota. His Mizore, into guns. And taking charge. Damn. She's making me want her again.

Once he had calmed down from his realisation that things were not quite as they seemed, the engaged duo were led to their room, which owing to their intimacy was Mizore's bedroom. Inside of her room was a fairly standard layout, well, standard except for the very thick and very heavy curtains that were designed to block all light from leaving and or entering the room. This was what she liked, and he was happy that this is how she liked it.

"So, what do you think?" asked Mizore.

"It's nice, very cosy and really, do you think I'd care? It's your room, why should I care how you decorate? I love you all the same, so let's just get on with it. What do you want to do now? Right now. I'm serious, anything goes." Shota replied.

Mizore, at this point was desperate for some from him. Pulling him towards the bed, he already assumed what was going to happen to him and pre-emptively began to strip himself.

"Would my darling snow princess like me to give her one with my mouth?" he asked, causing the blushing Mizore to nod furiously as she sat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread for him to go down on her.

"I take that as a yes." Shota said, gently removing her panties before moving his head right in there. He began by giving her vagina a couple of firm, long licks. This led to a pleased moan that came from Mizore as he intensified his efforts.

One of the things he did was to gently push her back onto the bed and guide one leg over each shoulder as he went to work, indeed making her oralize, when he's between her thighs and playing until she blew away in orgasmic pleasure.

With his left hand, he rubbed her leg gently as he went on a daring little hunt. Clitoris, where are you? Think, Shota, think… she's facing up so that means if I go up then there it is?

As soon as he had indeed found it, as evidenced by Mizore letting out a big moan, he remembered the location of said most precious of locations as he went back to pleasuring and lapping at her vagina. Sure, he was certainly no expert on the whole thing. But what he did know was that it was making her feel good.

What neither was expecting was that the moans had attracted Tsurara to the door right as Mizore formed some ice claws and grabbed his hair with them. Tsurara was impressed that he was doing this rather willingly and without fear. But what led her to be absolutely sure that her daughter was right with who she'd chosen was a little exchange that was happening at that very moment.

See, due to his pleasuring, he parted for a bit of air right before she was ready for her orgasm. At that time, he said something to spur her on.

"On my face and in my mouth, my love. Mark me, own me." Shota said, shortly before beginning his final salve to make her orgasm. At this point, all that mattered was her.

As she climaxed, Shota just kneeled there and let her mark him with her juices. Her juices were sweet and cold, almost like if they were any colder they'd be a granita-like consistency. Shota made one final lick to clean her up and then slowly and gently sat her up. At that point, Tsurara had moved away with the pair being none the wiser.

Chapter 4 is up. I injected a bit of a reference in there. Also, I figured this is how they'd act at home.