Kumiho Na - Ri Demon War I
Copyright© 2025 by Jepasch
Chapter 12: Defeated
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 12: Defeated - When the Korean officer De-Yong is on the verge of dying in a duel against a samurai, a kumiho saves his life. She offers him a pact—one that can only be sealed through a union—and it heals his wounds. Too late, both of them realize the consequences of this bond, which also draws other powers onto the battlefield. In the process, the moral boundaries between humans and demons begin to blur.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual NonConsensual Rape Lesbian Heterosexual High Fantasy Historical Horror Humor Paranormal Magic Demons Polygamy/Polyamory Exhibitionism Nudism
The three men rowed furiously against the storm and waves. They were long past the point of exhaustion, rowing as if in a trance, oblivious to the freezing cold of their wet clothes or the pain of the water drops hitting their faces as the storm accelerated.
As soon as they let up just a little, their little boat threatened to become a plaything of the waves and flip over. They no longer even knew which direction they were rowing in. The direction was determined by the waves, which they were not allowed to let crash across the boat under any circumstances.
Nevertheless, the boat was already half full of water. The cloths they had stretched over the bow and stern to protect them from being swamped had only helped a little.
Yoshimoto once again put the paddle aside and began desperately scooping with a small bowl.
“We’re too heavy!” he shouted against the storm. “We’re going to sink!”
“Scoop faster!” shouted Cha-He as he and Ju-Won tried to row the boat over the next crest of the wave.
“He’s right!” shouted Ju-Won. “We won’t make it. The boat is too deep!”
“We have to throw the corpse overboard!” suggested Yoshimoto, shouting against the wind.
“No way!” shouted Cha-He.
“Then we’ll all go under!” shouted Ju-Won.
The crest of the spray forced them to put their heads down. Water sloshed into the boat again. Lightning flashed down and illuminated the churning sea. There was no land in sight for miles around.
Yoshimoto put the bowl aside and tugged at the wrapped body to throw it overboard. Cha-He saw it.
“Don’t touch them or you’ll go overboard!”
“Throw them overboard or we’ll all sink!” shouted Ju-Won.
“I’ll throw you both after me,” Cha-He threatened.
A nearby lightning bolt made her flinch.
“I’m in charge here on the boat, remember?” shouted Ju-Won. “If we all sink, the body will be lost anyway!”
Cha-He rose slightly to prevent the other two from doing so. But Ju-Won was quicker and struck with the oar. He hit Cha-He on the chin and he fell back unconscious.
“Come on, overboard with her. And then row for our lives!” Ju-Won ordered.
Yoshimoto didn’t need to be told twice. Nothing connected him to this demoness except suffering and horror. The world would be better off without her.
He lifted her up with all his strength and rolled her overboard. However, she didn’t sink straight away, but floated away like a piece of wood on the waves. But Yoshimoto didn’t waste another thought on her. The next high wave came in. He grabbed the paddle and started rowing again like crazy.
Monk, he only wanted to survive and then become a monk.
The next wave hit the boat hard.
The two samurai who had reached Yun first only survived their general for a few moments.
Yun killed her without hesitation. By now she had become a pillar of fire, which made attacks with a sword impossible anyway. The whole room was already on fire. The next soldiers who rushed to help had to capitulate to the heat.
She had assumed her Kumiho form, a seven-tailed silver fox, now additionally encased in a blaze of fire.
With one leap, she jumped out of the open window into the garden, from there over the canopy and up onto the main roof. Horrified and alarmed screams accompanied her flight over the roofs of the palace. The first arrow was already flying, but it missed her by a long way.
With a mighty leap, she crossed the alley to the next estate and continued her fiery journey across the rooftops of the city.
Only the rain prevented them from setting the entire town on fire on their way. Alarmed soldiers poured into the alleyways from everywhere. Arrows flew again, this time close to her.
The next time she jumped, she didn’t jump onto the next roof, but through a window into a house. There she set everything on fire as she ran through, then jumped over to the next one. This city would now burn!
Fire drums were beaten and panic broke out throughout the city.
From house to house, it became more difficult for Yun to escape the soldiers organizing themselves in the alleyways. As soon as she jumped into a house, archers would gather around it and shoot as soon as she jumped out again. She changed direction in a zigzag pattern, occasionally running back over the roofs to get a head start on the pursuers.
She was running out of strength alarmingly quickly. She would not be able to maintain her fire form for much longer.
After a particularly long jump, she extinguished her blaze and continued to run across the rooftops as a black fox. This made her pursuit considerably more difficult. Behind her, dozens of houses were already ablaze and firefighting teams were beginning to organize. People grabbed their belongings and poured into the alleyways, where they hindered Yun’s pursuers. At last, after a dozen more rooftops, Yun had finally shaken them off. She jumped into a courtyard, where she turned back into a girl in the blink of an eye.
The occupants of the house were already panicking and about to leave. Hiding behind a bush, Yun watched for a moment, then took an opportunity to jump into an empty upstairs room. There she quickly began to search for clothes. She found something in a chest and quickly began to change when she heard footsteps approaching.
A man rushed into the room, presumably to get the chest with the clothes to safety in case the fire in the town also reached this house.
Without hesitation, Yun jumped at him, pinned him to the ground and bit his throat open.
She needed strength again, and this man was just what she needed.
A short time later, in the midst of a panicked crowd, she was walking inconspicuously in the alleyways.
Those of the soldiers who were not searching for the fire demon were busy putting out the fire. Smoke spread and people covered their faces with wet cloths.
Yun could go to the agreed meeting point and wait for De-Yong without any worries.
She had really enjoyed this night so far.
Na-Ri heard the fight and could guess that it was DeYoung or her sister who had finally freed her. She concentrated her strength and slipped into De-Yong to see what was going on.
She was shocked to see how weak he had become.
Their demonic power in him had barely been enough to overpower the two guards. And more guards were approaching.
She wanted to warn him, to urge him to flee, but decided against it at the last moment. If she spoke to him now, it could distract him so much that he would lose the fight.
But could he even survive any more battles?
She seriously doubted it.
She had to make a decision: should she save her strength or give De-Yong some more?
No matter how, if she didn’t receive new strength within a very short time by drinking De-Yong’s blood, and then from him, she would vanish and he would be lost.
De-Yong did not look back at the scream, but continued to attack the samurai in front of him. With a surprising leap, he overcame the distance and drew his sword under the man’s defensive blade, cutting him in half with a single blow just above the hip.
Only then did he turn around, bleeding slightly from the shoulder where the dying warrior’s powerless blade had struck him.
The officer and the priest stood in the doorway, slightly diagonally behind them.
“It’s the herbalist!” exclaimed the priest, having overcome his surprise.
“No!” growled Taka as he drew his sword. “That’s the Korean we’re looking for!”
He had become cautious when he had seen how playfully this man had finished off the two samurai. Taka felt the influence of the alcohol and was aware that the man in front of him could well be superior to him.
At that moment, two more soldiers rushed up, alerted by Taka’s warning call.
Taka had no qualms about sending them ahead.
“There’s a Korean spy and assassin there. If possible, let him live so that we can interrogate him!”
The two soldiers hesitated only briefly, in the face of the obvious enemy, to obey the order of this samurai, who was not their superior.
One after the other, they jumped past Taka, swords drawn, into the room where the Korean was already waiting for them.
De-Yong did not bother with finesse and swordsmanship. He grabbed a bucket with one hand and threw it at the first opponent while rushing straight after him, sword outstretched. As simple as this attack was, it was also effective. The man was unable to dodge and parry both attacks at the same time in the confined space of the doorway, and De-Yong’s sword pierced him at the level of the abdominal aorta, instantly immobilizing him.
However, the second samurai used this moment to attack De-Yong. But the latter ducked away almost playfully under the blow, pulled the sword out of the dying man, turned and cut off both of the second samurai’s forearms with the sword.
The whole thing had only lasted a few moments, and De-Yong had already retreated back into the room when the two dying samurai sank to the floor.
Pointing his sword threateningly at the officer, De-Yong grabbed the box with his head and backed away towards the window.
“Do something!” the priest ordered.
But Taka remained motionless with the outstretched sword in his hand, watching as the Korean put the crate down again and groped backwards to open the window.
He wanted to take advantage of a moment of inattention. The fate of the other two samurai had warned him once and for all that he was no match for this fighter at the moment.
But the man didn’t bother to unlock the windows. With incredible strength, he tore off the latch, grabbed the crate and climbed backwards through the window.
Only now did Taka run into the room. He called out through the window for his men before climbing through himself and taking up the pursuit of the man. He would certainly not let him get away.
But as soon as he got outside, he realized that the man could also run pretty damn fast.
And all the other guards posted around the estate who could have stopped the fugitive had disappeared.
Taka stopped, cursing, in front of the man-high hedge, over which the fugitive had leapt in a single bound as his men reached him.
To the side of him, part of the roof collapsed with a loud crash as flames shot out of the building. And in the distance, he saw a fiery figure leaping over the roofs.
The man had obviously not been alone. He had another demon for support. Taka sheathed his sword and ordered his men to follow him. The fugitive would undoubtedly want to get out of the city. They had to catch him there.
Breathless from the race, the priest reached him.
“Miyahara, I think there’s a demon in that man too!” he gasped.
“What are you saying?” Taka snapped at him.
“The man was so fast and strong, he must have the power of a demon in him,” Kazuki explained. “He can easily defeat all your men!”
“And how did he get the power?” asked Taka incredulously.
“A demon must have lent it to him, possibly the one whose head he has just stolen.”
Taka clutched his aching head. Were they now dealing with three demonic beings? He cursed inwardly as he realized the consequences.
“Ichimaru, come with me, we have to catch the demons and I need your help. Afterwards, there will be enough demon heads so that we don’t have to fight anymore!”
As soon as he reached the next alley, De-Yong threw the sword away. As an armed Korean, it would make him the target of any random samurai walking around.
And he could no longer fight at all. He had used up the last of his demonic strength to jump over the hedge. Now he was more dragging himself to the meeting point than running, the box with Na-Ri’s head pressed tightly against him.
Blood seeped from the cuts he had received in the fight and during the escape. He hadn’t noticed all of them in the heat of battle. But now they hurt and made him even more disabled.
Fortunately for him, the whole city was now in an uproar. Fire drums beat and the streets filled with panicked people.
An injured man with a crate was no longer particularly noticeable.
“De-Yong, you have to drink blood!” Na-Ri’s voice suddenly came back into his head.
“No, not now. Wait a little longer, then we’ll meet your sister!”
“Now, De-Yong!”
“No, I can’t do it. I have no strength left. And how and where am I supposed to overpower someone here? Look around and see what’s going on here!”
Na-Ri didn’t answer and De-Yong took it as a sign that she agreed with him.
It felt like an eternity before he arrived at the shrine, where Yun was already waiting for him impatiently.
“There you are at last! Give me that!” Impatiently, she took the box from him, opened it and looked inside.
“Sister, you’re safe,” she said quietly, setting the box down and carefully lifting the fox’s head out with both hands.
De-Yong watched the whole thing casually as he pulled out his merchant clothes from a hiding place and undressed.
Na-Ri opened her eyes and blinked tiredly at her younger sister.
“It’s too late!” De-Yong’s head suddenly rang out, and he froze in his efforts to bandage his wounds with strips of his musician’s disguise.
“What?” he asked.
“What?” asked Yun.
“She’s talking to me, in my head!” he told her impatiently.
“What does she say?”
“She thinks it’s too late!”
“No!” said Yun firmly. “That can’t be right. We should still have plenty of time. Sister, you are so powerful!”
“You fool didn’t drink any blood. I just gave you my last strength during the fight. If Yun finds out, she’ll kill you! But in the end, it doesn’t matter. At the next full moon, you’ll die too! I will be reborn in you. Get your affairs in order! And tell Yun to watch out for the priest. And tell her to burn my head now.”
“But why? What if we get you blood? Come on, you can drink from me, then you’ll have your strength back!” shouted De-Yong desperately.
“De-Yong, you have no strength left in you to give me, and I’m only here for a few more moments. I am already being drawn into my sphere. Farewell!”
The last words became fainter and fainter and suddenly De-Yong was empty again where Na-Ri’s spirit had just been.
The glow in the fox’s eyes went out and the lower jaw dropped powerlessly.
With barely controlled anger on his face, Yun looked up from his head and at De-Yong.
“Why couldn’t she take her energy from you now? Didn’t you drink enough blood before, as I ordered you to?”
Powerless and without hope, De-Yong slumped to the ground and leaned back against a pillar, his legs stretched out wide in front of him.
He opened his arms wide to welcome death.
“No, and you can kill me for it now!”
With a furious cry, Yun threw himself at De-Yong
Decisions in the fire
As soon as Yun jumped onto De-Yong, she slammed her extended, pointed teeth into his artery. She wanted to suck out his useless, powerless blood, scratch his face and crush his balls. He was going to die a thousand deaths, because he had no idea what Na-Ri would have to endure because of him.
De-Yong did not resist when she bit him on the neck. In fact, he even tilted his head slightly so that she could get to it better. Once again, he had failed. And if he was going to die, he would die right here and at the hands of Na-Ri’s sister.
“Alarm, the demon is here!” a voice shouted in Japanese. The soldier had just walked past the somewhat secluded shrine when he heard Yun’s outcry. Behind the wooden parapet, he saw a half-man, half-beast creature biting open a man’s throat. However, his warning cry went unheard in the roaring noise of the burning city. Too late, he realized his fatal mistake of calling out first instead of drawing his sword and attacking the demon.
Almost from a crouch, over De-Yong, she performed an incredible somersault backwards, even over the soldier, and landed behind him. Before he could turn around, she had already broken his neck. He slumped to the ground like a puppet whose strings had been severed. Yun, now with a human body and the head of a silver fox, stood over the corpse like a vengeful demon, shrouded in the firelight of the burning city, staring at De-Yong with eerie, glowing blue eyes.
The sight should have scared De-Yong to death, but he was already far beyond that. His blood ran down his throat as he wondered if he would go to the same hell that Na-Ri was in now. Or would he be lucky and just be reborn as an animal? Would Yun now suck him dry completely, or torture him first? His eyes fell on his discarded clothes. The prepared needle was still in the belt cloth, with which he could possibly paralyze Yun. But what good would that do? He would die anyway.
Yun trembled with suppressed rage. Anger at De-Yong, the samurai, but also at herself for relying on the mortal instead of doing it herself in her usual way. She would certainly have made the miko make a mistake, like the one earlier, when she omitted the purification ritual in the general’s chamber and Yun simply handed her the herbs that would have exposed her as a demon. It was also her fault that Na-Ri was in this situation.
Na-Ri was now back in hell, the world of demons, from where she had to find a new way back into this world. This involved incredible pain, and was something that even really powerful demons could not easily do without a gate knocked out of this world. However, Na-Ri still had an anchor in this world that enabled her to return. It was her pearl, the essence of her power, which resided in this man in front of her. As long as it was not banished, Na-Ri would return. But without De-Yong’s body as a focus, the pearl would only be a contourless mass, a fluid imperceptible to normal mortals, which would remain where it was released. This essence could not travel far on its own, had no free will or great power. It was what humans called a spirit. Spirits were vulnerable to spells and purification rituals. Besides, without De-Yong’s body, with the pearl as its focus, Na-Ri would rematerialize in the middle of an enemy-occupied city. Naked and completely disoriented and helpless for at least a day. The transition between worlds was terrifying, confusing the mind. So Yun would have to be here at this time and receive Na-Ri.
Yun suddenly broke away from her thoughts, went to her knees, grabbed the neck of the dead Japanese man with her left hand and carried the body effortlessly to De-Yong, who looked at her in amazement, but still motionless. She crouched down in front of him and her head turned back into that of a pretty girl. Her expression was serious, but the demonic gleam in her eyes had also disappeared. In a flash, she pulled the Japanese man’s short sword from his belt and stabbed the tip of it into the dead man’s neck. Not deep, just a hole about the thickness of a finger in the carotid artery. Blood oozed out.
“I’m not going to kill you. You will drink this blood now and flee the city with me,” she ordered De-Yong.
He frowned and tried to understand what this change of heart meant. Why didn’t she kill him right away? Did she want to see him torn apart inside when Na-Ri appeared again? Was this to be his punishment? The alternative of dying here and now was clearly preferable.
“Why should I do that? I’m going to die anyway. Kill me here and now. Torture me for all I care, but I know exactly what awaits me. Whether now or later, my death will be horrible. So I’d rather do it now.”
Yun was taken aback for a moment. But of course he was right. Torturing him until he drank willingly was unrealistic. Even if she could break his will without hurting him so badly that he wouldn’t be able to leave the city with her quickly afterwards, it would take far too long. They had to leave the city while there was still panic. Yun tried to remember what Na-Ri had told her. As brief as their exchange had been, it had been intense. When Kumiho sisters bonded on this level, there were no more secrets between them. She had witnessed everything that De-Yong and Na-Ri had experienced as if she had been there. No, as if she had been Na-Ri herself. Suddenly, she found what she needed in Na-Ri’s memories. She put on her most innocent smile. An expression of purity, naivety and harmlessness that had led countless men to their doom.
“I’m very hungry and in need of blood at the moment, De-Yong,” she said in a childlike, innocent tone. “I could feast on the samurai, of course, but they are armed and suspicious. Women and children are much easier victims. You happen to come from a village not far from here? A day’s walk? Is that where your wife and son live?” Yun slowly let her fangs come back out over her lower lip to make it clear what she meant.
De-Yong’s face, already somewhat pale due to blood loss, completely lost its color.
“You wouldn’t dare!” he replied powerlessly.
“Why not? Do you think it makes a difference to my kind whether we take the blood of men, women or children, apart from the quantity? And even if we don’t necessarily have to kill a person in the process, there is no divine rule that forbids us to do so. You are to us what your cattle are to you: Food! I don’t have to kill you, you will die in agony, as you rightly said. But I can kill you quickly and painlessly just before that happens, or I can wipe out your whole family, including all your relatives, in agony. Your choice!”
De-Yong swallowed. He realized that she had him in her hands, but still didn’t understand why she didn’t kill him right away.
“Fine, I’ll drink the blood. But please at least tell me why!”
Yun hesitated, then shrugged her shoulders.
“I’ll tell you later. Then you’ll understand, I promise. And if you obey me, I will not only leave your family alone, but I will also grant you a quick death as soon as the time comes. Now hurry up!”
She held the corpse’s throat out to him. Full of disgust, De-Yong looked at the bleeding wound, from which a steady trickle of blood was still dripping, even though the heart had long since stopped beating. With his eyes closed, he felt for the wound with his mouth until he found it and tasted the blood. Then he began to suck until the metallic, salty taste almost forced him to vomit. Coughing, he stopped.
Yun had watched him and estimated how much he had drunk. It hadn’t been much. But his stomach was not used to blood. It was no good if he threw up again straight away. Yun’s memories of their first time in this sphere came flooding back. Of her human body, which, just like De-Yong, first had to learn what the demoness inside it needed. As many centuries ago as that had been, her memory of it was like it was only last week.
De-Yong didn’t need much blood at the moment, after all, he wasn’t a powerful demon like Na-Ri or Yun. He didn’t need to tame elemental forces and resist the constant pull into the demon world. Just to become strong and fast.
At last she nodded with satisfaction, picked up the corpse as playfully and easily as if she were moving a straw doll, turned it over and sucked more blood from the corpse, now supported by the earth’s gravity. When she had finished, she threw it carelessly to the ground.
De-Yong looked a little better. The wounds were beginning to close, a clear sign that the pearl was still inside him.
“Clean yourself up a bit and finish changing, we have to go,” Yun ordered. In the meantime, she squatted down in front of her sister’s now spiritless head, picked it up tenderly with both hands and slowly stood up. Then she walked to the altar of the small prayer pavilion, laid her head down there and knelt down in front of it.
“May the divine mother not make your trials too difficult, not take your tails and not make your return too painful! See you soon, my beloved storm sister!”
She placed her palms on the skull and flames flickered up. Before the fire engulfed her new clothes, she withdrew her unharmed hands and watched as the head slowly burned with an unnatural, bluish flame. When the whole altar began to burn, she finally raised it and turned to De-Yong. In the meantime, he had dressed as ordered, then stood silently behind her and watched the ritual.
He also nodded sadly.
“I wish I could see you again in this life, Na-Ri! Farewell!”
Yun raised her eyebrows in surprise, but said nothing.
After this brief moment of devotion, they grabbed their bundles and left the shrine in the direction of the burning city center. From there, they would have to flee with the panicked people through one of the city gates.
Behind them, the shrine also began to burn down. Another of the many sources of fire in this town, which would hopefully no longer provide the Japanese with shelter and supplies.
Taka and Kazuki fought their way through the panicked crowd in the city. Those who weren’t busy getting water to put out the fire tried to save their lives by leaving the city. It was a blessing that the rain had soaked so many roofs, otherwise the fire would have spread to many more buildings. Nevertheless, the fire developed into a catastrophe. A sudden bang of an explosion made them flinch. Gunpowder had probably exploded in some house. Taka stopped in mid-motion as he suddenly realized the danger they were all in if the general had indeed been killed by the second demon.
The chain of command had obviously broken down. Even though fire-fighting teams were organizing themselves everywhere, there was no overview of where and how best to fight the fire. Cursing, he realized that he couldn’t look for the fugitives now. Apart from the fact that he could not find them in this chaos anyway, the town could not be allowed to fall victim to the flames. The main force would soon be passing through here and was dependent on the shelter and supplies in this town. Kazuki, who had not immediately noticed that Taka had stopped, turned around in surprise when he did. Over the heads of those fleeing, he shouted what was going on.
“I have to go back and organize the extinguishing, otherwise we’ll lose the city! You go on to the shelter and send my soldiers to me at the palace. If the fire reaches the gunpowder supply, we’ll all be lost!”
Kazuki turned pale, but then nodded and continued on his way, while Taka turned around and fought his way back to the governor’s palace with his four men. Smoke forced them to cover their faces with cloths.
When they arrived at the palace, Taka’s fears were confirmed. No one had seen the general and it was clear beyond doubt that the fire had broken out in his room. Taka immediately seized command. Not all the soldiers were samurai; many of the lower ranks came from farming or fishing families. They submitted gratefully and without grumbling to the new commander. But even higher-ranking samurai complied when Taka gripped the hilt of his sword threateningly if they did not immediately agree to his orders. When his men finally arrived, Taka had gained a rough overview of the distribution of the fires. From the palace hill he could see where things were burning and what was probably beyond saving; in his homeland he had already experienced several city fires after earthquakes and was experienced in firefighting. The palace could no longer be saved, so Taka withdrew the forces there and sent them instead to protect the powder store and, if possible, to tear down the surrounding buildings to form firebreaks. The rice stores also had to be protected if they were not yet on fire.
For the next 30 hours, Taka didn’t have time to think about demons.
Alternatives
Teiko Akera was kneeling on the lawn in front of the still-smoking ruins of the Korean governor’s palace, her short sword lying across in front of her.
The almost 30-year-old, slender shrine attendant and former bodyguard to General Sakuraba, was literally kneeling before the smoking ruins of her life. Her clothes, a former white kimono with a red wrap-around skirt, were soot-covered and full of burn holes, her hair singed.
She had failed and her master had died as a result. Killed by a deceitful demoness that Teiko herself had brought to the general. Yet that was precisely the task of an armed miko like her: to recognize and ward off demons and spirits.
And this demoness had even been Teiko’s lover. She had seduced and deceived Teiko. In the end, she killed the general, stole the demon head, which Teiko had also been responsible for keeping safe, and reduced both the occupied palace and half the city to rubble.
Teiko was now a ronin, a samurai without a feudal lord, and also obliged to commit seppuku, the ritual suicide, for her failure. At least the custom allowed her, as a woman, to plunge a dagger into her throat instead of slitting her stomach, as the men did.
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