Kumiho Na - Ri Demon War I
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Chapter 17: The Two Pearls
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 17: The Two Pearls - 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
Next, Yun handed him a bowl of soup and tried to pour it into him.
But De-Yong had no appetite and shook his head weakly.
“Eat something, you’ve been lying here for more than a day now. You’re very weak. You’ll also need some blood to get back on your feet, not just soup.”
More than a day? De-Yong looked at her questioningly.
She sighed and put the bowl away.
“It really was more dangerous than Na-Ri and I expected. For a moment, it looked like you wouldn’t survive. I was able to witness everything that happened through Na-Ri. I had to revive you when you returned to your body.”
Revive? De-Yong didn’t immediately understand what she meant. Then he opened his eyes.
“Yes, you were dead for a moment!” explained Yun. “But not for long. The effort was too much.”
De-Yong closed his eyes. Wouldn’t it have been better if she had let him die there?
After glancing at him, Yun suddenly resolutely took her wrist to her mouth and bit open the veins. Then she brought the bleeding wrist to his mouth.
“Drink!” she ordered.
He reluctantly swallowed the salty, metallic-tasting liquid. The taste still disgusted him.
But he immediately felt a warmth rising inside him.
He was still lying under the blankets, freezing, but his uncontrollable shivering had stopped.
After a few sips, Yun took her wrist from him again.
“Good now, don’t throw up. Now you can eat some normal food.”
With these words, she grabbed the bowl of soup and began to feed him again.
She then ordered him to rest and left the hut.
But De-Yong was too agitated.
With difficulty, he pulled back the blankets and looked at his body. Yun must have washed him when he was unconscious, because he was clean.
Physically, he was also unharmed. However the fight had taken place, it had left no visible marks on his body, as he could tell by checking his visible limbs. Even though he felt as if he had been burnt to the flesh, he looked the same as before.
Powerless, he pulled the blankets back over him and tried to get some sleep. But he couldn’t. As soon as he closed his eyes, the memories of what he had experienced came flooding back.
Was this really what hell looked like? Was this his fate by now? He had to talk to Yun about it, soon.
But she stayed away for a long time. None of the recruits showed their faces either. Instead, he heard them camped outside, no doubt huddled around a fire.
Yun had probably explained to them that he needed rest.
Yes, he needed rest, but he couldn’t find any. Finally, after a seemingly endless period of exhausting slumber and startled awakening, he saw the dawn shining through the window.
He felt weaker than he had ever felt in his entire life. As if he had aged 50 years overnight.
Yun finally returned. Without saying a word, she handed him tea and gave him some porridge. Then she cleaned him up like a small child.
“What about the men?” he finally asked?
“They sleep, soundly,” she explained. “I needed new strength, they gave it to me. They won’t be able to do anything today, just like you, it seems.”
“I now have your pearl inside me too, you didn’t tell me that,” said De-Yong after a long pause.
“Yes, otherwise it wouldn’t have worked.”
“You’ll want her again.”
“Later, yes, but not right away,” Yun explained. “You’re too weak, it would kill you immediately.”
De-Yong shuddered.
“I became afraid of death. I was never afraid of death, at least not like this.”
Yun looked at him thoughtfully.
“You have experienced something that no other mortal can see. It speaks for you that you still have your mind. But what you have seen is not where your soul will go when you die. The gods have planned another place for you. And you will be reborn. All memories of this horror will be erased. Death is a gift from the gods to mankind.”
De-Yong didn’t say anything for a long time, but thought about it.
“The thing that held Na-Ri captive, that demon, that Great Devourer, is it dead?” he finally wanted to know.
Yun shook his head.
“No, we can’t do that. Only the most powerful gods can vanquish a demon for good. But they don’t make use of it, because when a demon is extinguished, they also lose a part of themselves. We demons are simply locked away.”
It sounded bitter coming from her mouth.
“And what if this demon escapes? What if he takes revenge?” asked De-Yong.
“That could mean the end of this world!” declared Yun without any emotion in her voice. “But that won’t happen so quickly. Especially not because Na-Ri and you were successful. The Great Devourer has become a very small devourer.”
Yun smiled as if she were talking to a little boy. In her eyes, De-Yong was nothing else.
“I still don’t understand what exactly happened,” De-Yong admitted. “How could I intervene, I wasn’t even there?”
“Yes, you were. Not physically, but in terms of your nature.”
“And the gun?” asked De-Yong.
“I can’t explain that. In any case, it was a divine blade. I assume Samshin handed it to you at the crucial moment.”
De-Yong shook his head.
“For me, it was all like a dream, a bad dream. And I can’t remember much of it. I only remember the horror.”
To his surprise, Yun stretched out next to him and snuggled up to him under his blanket.
“What you did was on a par with a great hero of history, even if your mind refuses to let you remember the details. I saw everything through my sister’s eyes. And I can assure you of one thing: The eyes of the goddess also rested on you with favor!”
De-Yong doubted that, but didn’t disagree. He was simply too exhausted for that. He finally fell asleep, but it was still full of terrifying images. But Na-Ri and Yun stood by his side and chased away the ominous beings. They were like two shining pearls and warmed him from the inside, protecting him from the demonic cold that lurked outside. Na-Ri and Yun were not demons, they were demigods!
His dream began to change.
He dreamed of the future. His future as a rebel instructor. Yes, that was his future.
De-Yong was on the run.
No, not in front of the Japanese, but in front of the recruits, led by Mok.
They had the task of surrounding him and confronting him.
De-Yong had painfully learned that the Koreans were hopelessly outmatched by the samurai in an open field battle.
But when the samurai were traveling individually or in small groups, they could certainly be beaten. And to practise this, he had ordered his capture as today’s training objective.
He ran along the path away from the hut towards the road where he and Yun had once been ambushed by his recruits. He wanted to face them there. Instead of his sharp sword, he only carried a wooden stick as a sword substitute, because the recruits were nowhere near good enough to practise with sharp weapons. The risk of serious injury was too great.
De-Yong was so focused on his plan that he didn’t pay attention to what was in front of him. And so he ran straight into the hands of a troop of samurai. And it wasn’t just any samurai, it was Taka’s samurai of all people!
By the time De-Yong realized the danger, it was already too late.
He woke up startled.
He was still lying under the blankets, but now alone again. Judging by the light, it was already late afternoon or even evening.
When he tried to stand up, he realized that he was still too weak. He hadn’t felt this helpless since he had been mortally wounded in the battle with the samurai.
At least he was no longer cold. He thought he could feel the two pearls inside him. Weak, almost powerless, but palpable.
With difficulty, he turned a little and tried to find a more comfortable position.
Where was Yun?
He listened for sounds from outside, but heard nothing except the chirping of the cicadas.
All at once, the door to the hut was torn open. With a yell, two armed samurai rushed in with swords drawn. After a moment to get their bearings, they jumped towards him and shouted at him, pointing their swords at his face.
De-Yong, frightened at first, remained calm. He didn’t have the strength to fight. Not at the moment.
“I don’t understand you. But if you think I shouldn’t move, I can reassure you: I can barely move.”
A shadow appeared in the doorway. Another samurai. No, four to be precise.
It was Taka Miyahara, the priest, the miko and a stranger. Except for the stranger, they were all armed and had their swords drawn.
Taka looked at De-Yong, then said something. The stranger, obviously an interpreter, translated.
“Miyahara San wants to know why you are lying around here and where the others are. Especially the demons.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” De-Yong tried to lie. “I’m a simple traveler and I’m laid up with a fever.”
Involuntarily, everyone took a step back from De-Yong. Uncertainty could be seen on the faces of those present.
Was the Korean really suffering from a fever? Is that why he was alone in the hut? Was he left to die?
The priest awkwardly put his sword away, obviously not used to handling such a weapon, as De-Yong noticed. Then he knelt down next to De-Yong and felt his forehead.
After a moment, he shook his head briefly and then tore the blankets off De-Yong. He was still naked underneath, but without any traces or signs of fever.
“He has no fever. No other signs of illness either,” the priest explained to Taka in Japanese.
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