Kumiho Na - Ri Demon War I
Copyright© 2025 by Jepasch
Chapter 3: Error or Fate
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 3: Error or Fate - 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
It didn’t take too long for De-Yong to regain consciousness. And strangely enough, he felt refreshed and rested. He lifted his upper body up on a trial basis. It had never been so easy for him, and the pain from his injury had disappeared.
His gaze fell in amazement on the Kumiho, who was crouching not far from him and looking at him curiously.
“Can you feel the effect?”
De-Yong nodded slowly, still unsure of how he actually felt.
It was a strange feeling, as if his whole body was tingling. Not painful, but irritating. And he had another painful hard-on.
She noticed his gaze on his phallus and grinned.
“Yes, that’s where the power goes too! What’s the situation, shall we continue?”
De-Yong’s stomach began to growl again and his mouth was dry.
“Maybe later, I think I need to eat and drink something first!”
Na-Ri’s expression changed to amazement.
“Maybe later? For sure, you have to!”
“Must?”
“Yes, you have to. You have my pearl now. And I need her strength. If we don’t unite regularly, my strength will dwindle!”
“How many times do we have to, uh, unite for you to keep your power?”
“The more often, the better. But three times a day should be enough in an emergency.”
“Three times a day?”
De-Yong’s exclamation sounded almost desperate.
As a soldier, he had often gone months without sex. Especially as he had always been faithful to his wife. At the same moment, he was overcome with remorse. What had possessed him to not only cheat on her, but to completely forget about the last few hours? The Kumiho must have bewitched him, for sure. He quickly stood up and put his leggings back on.
“There’s no way I can do that! I’m an officer and I have to get back to my commander. I can’t take a woman there with me.”
“I think you’re misunderstanding something: that wasn’t an offer, it’s obligatory!” Na-Ri’s voice was suddenly ice-cold again and her eyes began to glow from within.
De-Yong swallowed. For a moment, he had forgotten who he was dealing with here.
“Sorry, but that’s not possible! I can’t take a woman with me to the unit!”
“Good, then don’t go, stay here, with me!”
“I can’t do that, we’re at war!”
“And without me, the war would be over for you now, because you would have lost your head!”
De-Yong remained silent, concerned. She was right. But he was alive, and his honor demanded that he return to his unit. Besides, the admiral had to be informed. The entire unit for the ships had been wiped out. New recruits had to be found and trained. His decision to take up the fight with the samurai’s vanguard had ended fatally. They had fallen like rice stalks under the sickle. His failure would not please the admiral.
“Besides, you offered to teach me everything you know. Forgotten?”
Just shaking his head, and buying time to think of his next arguments, he looked around for the rest of his clothes and armor and continued dressing.
The demoness was now watching him completely motionless. How could she squat so motionless? She gave the impression that she was ready to pounce at any moment.
“Listen,” he began as he finished dressing and re-girded his sword.
“I’ll tell you everything. You can come with me for now. It’s a few days’ walk to my unit. Then I’ll give you back your pearl and all will be well.”
“You want to give me my pearl back voluntarily?” Na-Ri looked genuinely taken aback.
“Yes, why not? I mean, I feel great with her right now, but I didn’t want her. That’s why I didn’t want to be friends with you. That’s fine too.”
The demoness tilted her head.
“I don’t think you fully realize what it means to be friends with a Kumiho, apart from the honor! It doesn’t happen often, you know!”
“Friendship means that you like, respect and support each other, what else?”
“Human language is strange. One word, many meanings. In our language, friendship means a bonding partner.”
De-Yong’s mouth fell open in surprise.
“You mean in the sense of married? That’s not possible, I’m already married, I have a wife and son!”
“These are human rituals, they have no meaning. The connection we now share is something completely different. You can feel the power. That will increase.”
“Um, and how long does a connection like that take, I mean usually?”
“Until you die a violent death, or give me my pearl back voluntarily, and then die.”
“What?” His startled cry echoed back from the forest.
“You mean I’ll die if I try to break our pact again? You should have told me that beforehand!”
Faster than he could look, Na-Ri was standing right in front of him, causing him to stagger back in shock and tumble backwards. She immediately followed suit and jumped onto his chest, grabbing his wrists and holding them behind his head on the ground with an iron grip. Her eyes sparkled an eerie, glowing blue and her fangs were visible again. Unable to resist and frozen with fear, he awaited the demoness’s fatal bite.
Slowly, her face came closer and then stopped barely a hand’s breadth from his.
“You make me think I’ve made a mistake with you, Na De-Yong. Your great-great-grandfather was not my friend, he was my servant. But he would have liked to be my friend. I didn’t want one back then. Now I thought you wanted to be my friend instead of your ancestor, did I misunderstand?”
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