Kumiho Na - Ri Demon War I
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Chapter 19: Handover
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 19: Handover - 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
‘When storms arise, the demons travel!
It’s an old, local saying in this part of Korea.
This saying definitely applied to Na-Ri.
She had ignited a mental storm in the demons’ sphere and was riding its foothills to freedom. It wasn’t a real wind, because there was no air here. It was the wave of energy from her freed fellow prisoners that carried her. The gate to the mortal world was still closed to her, but soon it would open for her. She was ready to return.
Revenge was her motivation. Revenge for her beheading and humiliation at the hands of the samurai. Oh, how she would savor her revenge!
She would enjoy the torment she would cause her enemies.
The samurai, the priest, the miko. They would all die.
She would spare no one.
All except De-Yong.
As if she had run into a wall, she stopped.
De-Yong?
The wave ebbed, became a small vortex, died away.
All of a sudden, she was no longer sure whether she wanted to go back now.
However, she didn’t really have a choice, because as soon as the passage opened, she would be pulled through by her pearl.
And straight into De-Yong, where she would tear him apart.
And to her astonishment, something happened that had never happened to her before: tears ran down her cheeks.
Confused, she felt for the drops. But instead of something moist, she felt something solid on her cheek. When she lifted her fingertip with a tear on it in front of her eye, she was surprised to recognize a small amber in the shape of a drop.
And encased in this amber was the image of De-Yong.
Taka’s orders had been clear: The patrol had been to return to the path, and bring back some Korean as a prisoner. Definitely alive.
They had left early in the morning, while Taka remained in the camp. The samurai had erected tents, the hut was off-limits, only the miko or Taka were allowed inside. Even Kazuki was denied entry.
Teiko spent most of her time in the hut interrogating and guarding the prisoner. The interpreter was with her.
Of course, Taka knew that he would have to kill the interpreter afterwards. The man was not a samurai and had no obligation to him. What he would do with Mika was not yet entirely clear to him.
As long as she obeyed him, she could live.
Kazuki, on the other hand, posed a problem. The priest had made no secret of his dislike of Taka’s plans and had only reluctantly obeyed when Taka ordered him to secure the camp.
So Kazuki is unlikely to survive either.
Taka’s samurai were not privy to what Taka was doing and, if possible, would not notice.
Because Taka stayed away from the prisoner, no one would suspect that he wanted to acquire his demonic power via the mika.
So there was no need to kill these men as well.
Teiko was not allowed to talk to anyone except Taka about what she was doing. And the interpreter was generally not allowed to leave the hut. Officially, he was another guard for the prisoner, but of course he was now a prisoner too.
It was around midday when the patrol successfully returned. They had captured a farmer.
The bound man had not resisted, although he had no idea what the enemy warriors wanted from him or why they had captured him.
Taka only glanced at him briefly, then ordered the man to be taken to the hut. Teiko would take care of him there.
This man’s life was completely unimportant.
De-Yong jumped when the door was pulled open and a slight man was pushed into the hut.
Apart from De-Yong, the miko and the interpreter were in the hut, keeping a constant watch on him.
The miko had repeatedly asked him questions over the last few hours, sometimes torturing him again when she was dissatisfied with De-Yong’s answers.
However, De-Yong was so weak that he always fainted quickly.
De-Yong had deliberately lied about some things, but answered others truthfully.
At least the miko knew that De-Yong had been critically injured in the first battle and had been rescued by Na-Ri.
Also, that Na-Ri’s head was destroyed.
De-Yong didn’t know what had happened to her body.
After all, he had answered truthfully that without the pearl in his body, the headless body of the Kumiho was nothing more than a mortal shell and would quickly decompose.
And she now knew that human blood was absolutely necessary to maintain the demonic power.
De-Yong had no doubt that he would soon be killed. But he didn’t care. He would be dead in a short time anyway.
He could still feel the pearl inside him. The miko had not been able to take it from him.
With a slight regret, he thought of Na-Ri, who would return to this world surrounded by enemies. Would she be beheaded again immediately? Or was Yun preparing an ambush at that moment?
De-Yong feared the pain when Na-Ri arose inside him, but he feared the hell he had seen even more. And despite Yun’s assurance that humans couldn’t get there, he wasn’t convinced that she was right.
When the other prisoner was pushed into the hut, De-Yong was initially confused. But when the miko stabbed the man in the neck with a knife without hesitation and drank his blood, De-Yong realized that he had condemned another person to death through his openness.
Both the interpreter and De-Yong watched in horror as the miko greedily sucked the human blood from the dying man.
Unlike De-Yong, she obviously had no problems with this salty liquid.
When she had apparently had enough to drink, she threw the dead man next to De-Yong.
De-Yong didn’t understand what she said, but didn’t need a translation of her words to understand them.
“Well it seems you were telling the truth!”
Teiko had thought long and hard about whether she should follow Taka’s order. But after she had already united with the enemy and absorbed the demonic power, she no longer had a choice.
The ‘pearl’, as the Korean had called it, demanded human blood.
And if she was honest, she had also felt a growing hunger since the reunion, which could not be satisfied with rice. If the Korean had felt the same way, it was a mystery to Teiko how he could control himself not to simply attack other people after being so emaciated.
When he was brought other prisoners, she didn’t hesitate for a moment.
She killed him and drank the warm, salty blood in deep draughts.
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