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FFS! Fox, Feast… Spouse?

In which a certain lonely fox spirit ties the knot... or knots!

Kitsune!Jiaoqiu x f!reader

wordcount: ~7200

TWs: Lost in the woods trope, manipulation, drugging, forced marriage, heavily implied murder and cannibalism, graphic descriptions of violence and wounds, eye trauma mentioned, drugging, transformation (u lose ur sight but earn uh... some other body parts...), he also turned out a bit yander-ish and ooc lol, erotic horror basically, reader is not okay… this one is pretty dark.

NSFW: Non-con, shibari, gag, period sex, blood kink, body betrayal, breeding, creampie, forced orgasm, biting, dacryphilia, sadomasocistic Jiaoqiu, stockhom syndrome (kinda?...).

As usual, thank you all, my dear sweethearts, for your support!

NOT SUITED FOR MINORS. Not proofread. Author does not endorse or condone any of the actions depicted in real life. Also, English is not the author's first language, so there might be some mistakes. Please remember that you are responsible for your own media consumption.

“For fuck’s sake! I should’ve turned back like an hour ago…”

However, the trouble was that you no longer knew where that "back" was.

The playful chase after a fox kit with eyes gleaming like chips of amber had led you off the mossy path. By the time you noticed the absence of your friends' laughter, the path had vanished without a trace. The pressure in your belly turned into vicious cramps, and you cursed yourself one more time for not staying in the hotel today.

Time stretched and blurred. Was it minutes or hours spent pushing through ferns that clung like pleading hands? Panic rose in your throat, thick and sour, but you kept going forward through moss and fear, clinging to the desperate logic that if you walked in one direction all the time, you would eventually find something. The air grew heavy, sweet with decay and fog, wrapping around your mind like a muffling cloak.

Then the trees parted.

A clearing, choked with waist-high silver grass, cradled a sight that stole your breath. A temple stood there, its wood weathered to the grey of old bones, its curling eaves sagging under the weight of centuries. Flanking the stone path that led to its gaping maw were towering statues of nine-tailed foxes, their snarling muzzles worn smooth by endless rain, moss clinging to their empty eyes.

“Welcome, human.”

The greeting rang out like a melody, smooth and warm, coming from the farthest statue. Your heart hammered against your ribs when you spotted a figure behind it.

There he stood, a vision of vibrant colours against the thick fog. Red kimono, faded to the color of dried blood at the sleeves and hem, gracefully draped his slender frame. His hair was a cascade of rose-gold silk, framing a face of androgynous beauty, pale as moonlight. Over his eyes was a blindfold of the same deep crimson. From his head, two luxurious fox ears rose, and from behind, nine magnificent tails swayed with a hypnotic rhythm. He held a slender pipe close to his lips, its bowl still warm with tobacco.

"W–wh..." Your tongue betrayed you, refusing to form the question clawing up your throat. Were you just slowly dying in the forest, this beautiful man merely the feverish delusion of a failing mind trying to ease the agony of death?

The man in question lowered his pipe.

“What have you forgotten here?” he asked, his head tilting as if listening to the beat of your heart.

“I-I got lost,” you stammered, voice small in the immense quiet. “I was following a fox... k-kit, and… came here?”

“Oh, I see…” A charming smile graced his lips, and his nose twitched, sniffing the air. His ears perked up under the edge of his blindfold. You noticed the slightest blush creeping up his cheeks and stepped back, immediately creeped out for some reason.

“Do not fear me. I am Jiaoqiu, the… keeper of this place.” He took a careful step closer, his free hand lightly brushing the mossy statue for support. “You must be weary, little one. Come, share a meal with me, and I shall help you find your path home.”

You should’ve refused immediately. Every instinct whispered that this was wrong. I mean, how often do you come across a blind fox man in a creepy old shrine in the middle of the woods?

But you were so tired. And he seemed so... fragile and lonely. Like a relic left behind, forgotten by the world. What harm could he possibly do?

“I don't want to intrude,” you heard yourself say, half sound, half breath.

“Nonsense.” The word was soft, almost affectionate. “Intrusion implies you are unwelcome, dear.”

Inside, the air was thick with the ghost of old incense. Jiaoqiu moved with a careful grace, his foot subtly finding a small unevenness in the flooring, his sleeve knocking gently against a low brazier as he gestured for you to sit. When he went to the other room, he almost walked into a paper-panel door, and the pity rose again, swallowing the feeling of unease.

After a minute or two, the fox spirit? god? monk? man came back with pots and plates and a black-lacquered box filled with cooked meat. The lunch (or, perhaps, diner) was hearty: slices of tender meat in a fragrant, spicy broth served with rice, some fried vegetables, and a cup of tea that steamed with the scent of herbs.

"The forest provides," he murmured, settling across from you with the same careful grace. "Birds. Rabbits. Deer. It remembers its keeper, even if nothing else does." His ears twitched toward you as you lifted your chopsticks. "Please, do not stand on ceremony. A meal shared is a bond forged, however fleeting." He tilted his head, his blindfolded gaze seeming to rest on your face when you took the first stripe.

The meat was rich and gamey on your tongue, the broth complex with spices that burned pleasantly. You dined together, talking about everything and nothing at the same time, but when you asked about this place, his smile turned downward.

"You know," he said, his blindfolded face tilting toward the ceiling, "this place was not always so empty. Once, the village below worshipped here..." He paused, as if savouring the memory.

"There was a battle, long ago. The mountain wolf spirits grew bold. They had swept through the village like a tide, killing my people. So I went to meet them." His tails swayed gently, hugging his hips and waist. "I was... overconfident. They trapped me. Bound me with spirit chains that burned. For three full moons, they kept me, feeding on my power."

His voice remained calm, almost amused.

"On the fourth full moon, I broke free and avenged my people. But..." He touched the blindfold lightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. "I stumbled back to the village in darkness, blind and bleeding, asking them for help. Instead..." That smile again. "They looked at me and saw weakness. A blind god is no god at all, they decided and cursed my name as I stood there, still dripping wolf blood, still half-dead from saving them."

The meat in your mouth suddenly felt strange. You chewed anyway.

"One by one, they left. Packed their belongings and moved to the cities, to the coast, anywhere but here. Even my bride…" His voice softened, almost lovingly. "A human girl with eyes of deep blue like the moonlit sky. She swore she would never leave, and I believed her. Foolish of me, wasn't it?"

You made a sympathetic sound.

"She fled before the ceremony," he continued. "Didn't even make it to the vows." He laughed softly.

"That's… terrible," you said, and meant it, heart softened with the heavy feelings that made your throat tighten.

“Is it?” He smiled again, and this time, you caught a flicker of amusement that had no place in a sad story. “They built this shrine. Worshipped here for generations. And then they left, as mortals do.”

“I'm sorry,” you whispered with all the sincerity in it.

“Don't be.” His tails swayed, and you realized you'd been staring at them, wanting to touch the lush fluff. “Four hundred years is a long time to be alone. But loneliness,” his voice dropped to a confidential tone, “teaches patience. And patience, little one, is always rewarded.”

This sincerity from a lonely keeper almost made you tear up. Something twisted in your chest, and words spilling out like water from a cracked vessel. You talked about your boring job, your lonely apartment, this spontaneous trip, and the friends you'd made. Jiaoqiu listened with his head tilted, his ears tracking your voice, and something in his expression deepened as you spoke.

"One suffered from solitude as well?" he murmured. "How curious, the way the world balances its scales. Two empty vessels, brought together by a stray fox and a fading path." His smile widened, just a fraction. "Perhaps the forest did not misguide you after all."

You opened your mouth to respond and realized that something thickened in your throat, blocking words that wanted to come out. The room seemed to sway, gently, like a ship at anchor. You tried to stand, but your legs failed you as the paralysis spread from your core and outward. You toppled sideways, landing on the tatami with a soft thump, staring up at the shadowed ceiling. You could still see. You could still hear.

You could do nothing else.

Across the room, Jiaoqiu rose. His hesitant grace was gone, and in its place was something predatorily fluid, the movement of a creature that had never been hindered by blindness.

He crossed to you in three silent steps and knelt at your side. His cool hands found your face. His thumbs traced the arches of your brows, the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips. He pressed one thumb gently against the seam of your mouth, parting your lips just enough to feel the wet heat within, and a soft exhale escaped him, as though he had touched something sacred.

“By touch alone–” Jiaoqiu breathed, and his voice had shed its sorrowful veneer entirely, leaving only husky appreciation, “–you are exquisite. A true beauty.” His thumbs lingered at the corners of your mouth, wiping a small smear of sauce. He brought the thumb to his own lips, pink tongue darting out to taste the residue with a delicate slowness. His expression softened into something dreamy, distant, as though the flavor had unlocked a memory he had been nursing for centuries. “It seems the forest has outdone itself this time.”

Jiaoqiu reached up and slowly untied his crimson blindfold. The sockets beneath were closed, lids resting carefully. But you felt his attention on you like a weight – intense, absolute, undimmed by the lack of sight.

“Let me make us equal, my dear.”

.

Looking back with the clarity of hindsight, you realize it would’ve been better not to wake up at all.

First was the scent – cloying layers of old cedar smoke, damp mossy earth, and the sharp metallic tang of fresh blood mingling with the heavy musk of arousal and sweat.

Next came the sounds – wet squelching, rhythmic and relentless, accompanied by animalistic huffs and the occasional guttural moans that vibrated straight through your spine.

Then the sensations hit – the rough weave of tatami digging into your bare cheek, the silken drag of heavy fabric under your naked skin, and a burning ache where your pussy was stretched.

You tried to open your eyes, but darkness pressed in from all sides. The blindfold was tight, silk knotted securely at the back of your head. You tried to scream, but a rigid bamboo gag stretched your jaw open, drool already spilling from the corners of your mouth in humiliating strings. You tried to jerk away, to clench, to do anything. Still, your body refused, limbs heavy and syrupy, every muscle locked in helpless paralysis while your nerves screamed with overstimulation.

A melodic hum vibrated against your back, where a feverishly warm chest pressed flush to your bound form. The man's breath ghosted hot over your skin as he spoke.

“Ah… the veil lifts at last,” Jiaoqiu murmured, his voice a velvet caress laced with raw hunger. His soft tongue traced the outer shell of your ear before he sucked the lobe into his mouth, rolling the delicate flesh between sharp canines, tugging gently, then releasing it with a wet pop.

“I’ve been acquainting myself with you for quite some time now,” he whispered, the words dripping with twisted affection. “Forgive my eagerness. After four centuries… one grows rather impatient.”

With his words, you suddenly become too aware of your own body. You were lying on your side, trapped. Intricate ropes bound your arms cruelly behind your back. Elbows cinched together, forcing your shoulders back and your chest forward, wrists lashed securely, fingers already numb and tingling as blood pooled in your palms. More ropes crisscrossed your torso in an elaborate pattern, biting deep into the soft flesh of your breasts and ribs, creating diamond-shaped indents that would bruise. Your upper leg had been hitched high and back, draped over his hip, knee bent sharply, the rope looping around your thigh and ankle to splay you open.

And Jiaoqiu was buried inside you.

Not his cock, yet, but three of his elegant fingers, slick with a generous coating of warm oil, blood, and your own slick pumped into your cunt, stirring the thick mixture. The filthy squelch echoed with every thrust as more blood and arousal gushed out, soaking your thighs and pooling beneath you in a sticky mess.

Hot and heavy against your ass rested his rigid cock, throbbing with pent-up need. The swollen head kept nudging insistently at your asshole, smearing thick beads of precum against the tight entrance with every slow grind of his hips, marking you like some kind of territory.

Jiaoqiu inhaled deeply, nose dragging along your skin until his face ended up in the hairs on your temple. A low, feral growl rumbled in his chest.

“You followed a fox,” he crooned, lips brushing the shell of your ear before his tongue dragged open-mouthed along the delicate cartilage, leaving a thick trail of saliva that cooled rapidly on your skin. Then, without warning, he plunged the wet muscle deep into your ear canal, which made your whole body jerk involuntarily against the ropes. He moaned openly at your reaction.

“Poor little lamb… wandering so deep into my forest, chasing my little servant...” His tongue retreated only to lap a broad stripe up your cheek, savoring the salt of your sweat with a guttural groan.

“And all this blood,” he murmured, almost worshipful, “I smelled it the moment you set foot on my soil. That sweet metallic perfume…” His fingers plunged deeper into your bloody pussy, curling cruelly against your walls and stirring the viscous mess until fresh blood trickled out around his hand. “Oh, how I wanted to drag you down and bury my face in your loins, drinking it straight from the source.” Jiaoqiu pulled his fingers free for a moment, the wet sound sickeningly loud.

“So warm… How thoughtful of your body to prepare such a feast on the very night you become mine.” You heard him inhale slowly, then release an ecstatic groan as he suckled your blood and the slick from his digits with audible slurps.

For a second, every sound stilled. Then, without any warning, his sharp fangs sank viciously into the meat of your shoulder. Pain exploded through you like fire. You screamed against the gag as his fangs tore deeper. Warm blood gushed instantly, flowing down your skin in hot rivulets.

Jiaoqiu lapped at the wound greedily, tongue swirling through the coppery flow, then bit again, worrying the torn flesh between his teeth. The sickening give of muscle under his jaws made bile rise in your throat. He gnawed like a starving animal, grinding his teeth deeper, swallowing mouthfuls of your blood with satisfied gulps before finally letting go.

“The way you enjoyed the meal… You praised the rich flavor of the meat, the way it melted on your tongue.” A soft giggle escaped him, charming on the surface, utterly chilling beneath. “It made me so absurdly aroused watching you swallow every bit of them… Did it taste of laughter? The friendly warmth, perhaps?”

The horrific implication crashed over you like ice water. You retched violently against the gag, stomach heaving, but nothing came up, only more drool and muffled sobs. Jiaoqiu laughed softly, his free hand left your hip to grope greedily at your front, pinching and massaging your clit with cruel expertise.

He alternated brutal pressure with feather-light strokes, never letting the sensation settle. Then he pinched hard, twisting the sensitive flesh, grinding it viciously between clawed fingertips. Your body convulsed violently against the ropes, a ragged shriek strangled into a muffled wail.

“She wept too... The one who was mine before you,” Jiaoqiu breathed and pulled your clit away from your body, “but you weep so much prettier.” He released the cruel pinch only to rub the oversensitive nub in rapid circles with his calloused thumb.

“She fed me for one month… the rest of her belongs to the garden behind the shrine. Her kimono, though–” His voice dropped to a joyful whisper as he nuzzled your temple. “It suits you far better...”

His body pressed tighter against yours, molding to every bit of you like a parasite that had finally found its perfect host. You could only sob, trying to dissociate enough to live through this nightmare, but his voice cut through any feeble attempt.

“I need to tell you something, my love, as I may have… embellished certain details about myself,” he confessed breathlessly, words tumbling faster as his control frayed.

“And there shan’t be any secrets between those deeply in love, right? So let me tell you everything, my darling.” Jiaoqiu sealed the promise with a lingering, almost chaste kiss just beneath your ear, as if he were a gentle husband whispering sweet nothings on a wedding night.

“Once, the village lay near this shrine. The people there worshipped me as their guardian,” he continued softly, elegant words flowing like poetry while three of his fingers continued their slow violation of your bleeding cunt. “They prayed for rain, for bountiful hunts, for healthy children…”

His fingers suddenly plunged deeper, twisting viciously, stretching your walls wider.

“But then the drought came. Then the fires. Then the plague. I couldn't stop these calamities, and their gratitude turned to rot.”

He lapped at the bite on your neck, whispering breathlessly.

“They dragged me into this very shrine, held me down on these same tatami mats, and pressed hot irons into my eyes.”

Another shallow bite sank into your already torn shoulder, drawing fresh blood that trickled down your skin. He moaned softly against the wound.

“They burned me blind, then threw my broken body to the mountain wolves as an offering. They watched from the treeline as the pack tore into me.”

Jiaoqiu’s movements grew frantic. The elegant facade cracked further as raw hunger took over. Kisses and bites rained down across your shoulder, neck, jaw, and the sensitive lobe of your ear. His hot tongue lapped greedily at every fresh bead of blood.

“But the wolves were just stupid beasts,” he hissed, voice still deceptively melodic. “And I… I am s-so much more.”

He buried his face into your hair again, inhaling in desperate drags, drunk on the thick metallic scent of your blood mixed with sweat and unwilling arousal.

“I grew my orbs back, though unsseing. I crawled back to the village, blind and bleeding, and I feasted,” he whispered lovingly. “After that… Four hundred years of nothing but wind through empty halls.”

With a shuddering sigh that sounded torn from the depths of his starving soul, Jiaoqiu finally withdrew his blood-coated fingers from your cunt. A thick gush of your blood and slick spilled out onto the tatami with a wet sound.

“But today, everything changed…”

With careful movements that contrasted horribly with his insanity, he untied the rope holding your leg aloft, then loosened the bindings on your arms just enough to flip your paralyzed body onto your back.

The heavy fabric spread beneath you like a funeral shroud, already wet. The ropes tightened again immediately, securing you in this new, even more exposed position with your legs wrenched wide apart, chest heaving, every centimeter of your marked, bleeding, dripping body on full display for him.

His cool fingers moved to the back of your head, and with the ceremonial slowness, he untied the blindfold. The dim, flickering light of the decaying shrine flooded back in. You were in the main hall of the shrine, surrounded by the heavy scent of old incense, rot, and sex. A big fox statue glared at you from the forgotten altar, its eyes angry, painted with the decaying red.

And above you, straddling your waist, was Jiaoqiu. And oh, how beautiful he was in his complete unhinged glory.

His face was a masterpiece of delicate perfection – that kind of ethereal beauty that belonged in ancient scrolls and love poems. Rose-gold hair spilled in wild strands across his shoulders, framing features so delicately perfect they looked stolen from forgotten temple murals. Those fox ears twitched at every wet gasp you forced through the gag, swiveling with predatory focus. High cheekbones flushed pink with excitement, a refined nose flaring as he drank in the thick reek of your cold sweat and blood. Long lashes shadowed his ruined moonstone eyes. His lips glistened, thickly smeared with your fresh blood like cheap pomade, the crimson dripping in slow strings down his chin to splatter onto your heaving breasts. When his mouth stretched into that elegant smile, the sharp fangs gleamed wet and hungry.

His crimson kimono hung wide open like discarded wrapping paper, barely hanging onto his slim shoulders. Pale skin stretched tight over lean muscle, old silvery scars crisscrossing his chest and stomach in brutal patterns that told every story of what was done to him. Blue veins pulsed visibly under the thin skin of his throat and collarbones, throbbing with how excited he was.

But the most noticeable thing about him was the crimson rope that adorned his own body in an intricate pattern that mirrored yours. And between his slightly parted thighs, something hot and heavy nudged insistently against your belly.

Unfortunately, you dared to look down.

His cock lay thick and fully erect across your upper stomach, flushed a deep red at the head, the shaft glistening with a shiny mixture of oil and precum. It was beautifully shaped, gracefully curved upward with a prominent vein running along the side, but the sheer amount of slick leaking from the slit made it look obscene. When the glans twitched, a pearly bead of precum slowly dripped from the tip onto your skin.

Jiaoqiu noticed exactly where your eyes went. That bloody mouth curved into a shy little smile that did not belong on someone who had just been gnawing on your shoulder. A deeper crimson spread across his cheeks as if he were some blushing virgin instead of the monster straddling you.

“Well… is the groom to your liking?” he asked softly, voice lilting with playful elegance. “I’m terribly sorry I greeted you so unprepared earlier. How shameful of me.” He gave a self-deprecating little laugh, as if this were all perfectly normal. “As for now… do I please the eyes of my beloved one?”

He knew you couldn’t answer. The gag made sure of that. And that knowledge only seemed to delight him more.

Jiaoqiu leaned down, elegant even in his depravity, and dragged his hot tongue across your chin, collecting drool and tears. His milky, unseeing eyes suddenly focused on you. The color of tarnished moonstone, yet they stared straight down at you with terrifying intensity, as if they could still drink in every detail of your terror.

Eyes that should not see… and yet you felt stripped bare.

Jiaoqiu tilted his head, letting the dim light catch the ruined orbs, proudly displaying his mutilation like a trophy.

“Look at them,” the fox man breathed, voice dripping with dark arousal. He reached up and traced the edge of one eyelid with a delicate fingertip, almost lovingly. “See what they did to me. I survived the iron, the wolves, the centuries of nothing… so that I could be here with you…”

You tried to turn away from the horrifying sight, only for your gaze to land on what he had dressed you in. The heavy, ancient wedding kimono was spread beneath you, its rich fabric now stained with your blood and slick and god knows what else. The memory of his words made you gag once more, throat convulsing as yet another fresh bile tried to rise.

His hands slid upward, palms hot and reverent as they cupped the soft weight of your breasts. He squeezed the plump flesh until it bulged between his fingers, then found your nipples.

Without warning, he pinched them viciously, yanking the sensitive buds outward and twisting them until pain exploded through your chest. Muffled screams tore from your throat around the gag, spraying fresh drool across your chin and his waiting face. Jiaoqiu threw his head back in ecstasy, throat working as he swallowed your pained wails like the finest wine.

Mad with four hundred years of starvation, he raised one hand. The sharp tip of his claw pressed just below your sternum, biting into your skin, slicing a thin line down from the valley between your breasts, all the way down your stomach, stopping just above your mound. The cut was shallow enough not to kill, but deep enough for blood to well up instantly in glistening beads. Jiaoqiu watched your essence rise with rapt fascination, his blind eyes somehow still tracking the movement.

“Oh…” he breathed, the sound almost worshipful. “Oh, yes. Yes. This is exactly what I craved.”

His tongue traced the entire length of the cut obsessively, pressing into the split skin to coax more blood to the surface. He latched his lips around sections of the wound and sucked hard, drinking from you in greedy gulps, throat working visibly as he swallowed.

His hips ground mindlessly against your stomach, his leaking cock sliding through the mess of oil and precum he was creating, fucking the space between your bodies in shallow thrusts. His free hand kept kneading your breasts, pinching your nipples with cruel force while his mouth remained latched onto your bleeding wound like a leech. His fox ears twitched wildly with every muffled sob you made, nine tails lashing and curling in pure animalistic pleasure.

When he finally pulled back, his expression was dazed and blissful, like a man who had finally found salvation after centuries in hell.

With practiced movements, Jiaoqiu reached for more crimson rope. He worked it around your hips and upper thighs, yanking the cords brutally tight. The rough fibers dug deep into your soft flesh, creating angry red indents that would bruise for days. He forced your legs wider and wider until your hips ached and your cunt gaped open to the cold shrine air.

Jiaoqiu shifted between your spread thighs, so his leaking cock pressed against your exposed slit, the fat swollen head nudging your puffy folds apart. He rubbed it in teasing circles, coating the entire shaft in the sticky mess, dragging his cock up and down your cunt, bumping your swollen clit on every pass before sliding back down to prod at your twitching entrance. Your inner walls fluttered helplessly around nothing, clenching and releasing as fresh blood gushed out around his teasing cockhead.

He leaned over you again, bloody mouth hovering above yours as drool and blood fell from his lips onto your gagged face. His tails curled around your bound legs, soft fur stroking your skin while the ropes bit deeper. One hand gripped your hip hard enough to leave fingerprints while the other guided his throbbing cock, pressing the fat tip harder against your resisting hole.

“I know, I know, my love,” he murmured reverently, pressing forward with more pressure. “But we must consummate our marriage.”

The head of his cock breached your resisting entrance, stretching your swollen cunt around his girth.

You screamed violently against the thick bamboo gag, the sound coming out as a gurgling choke while your body arched sharply off the wedding kimono. The rough tatami scraped your bare shoulders raw as every muscle you could still control strained uselessly against the cruel ropes. Your cunt burned as Jiaoqiu forced the fat of his cock inside.

The searing pain radiated up your spine and down your thighs. Your period blood squelched obscenely around his shaft, coating his cock in a sticky crimson mess that dripped down to his balls and smeared across your ass.

He paused there, enjoying the snug heaven of your pussy, letting you feel every bit of him pulse against your walls. The pressure was unbearable. Your poor cunt fluttered and clenched desperately around the invasion, trying to push him out, but it only made the stretch hurt worse.

“Shh, shh, my sweet bride,” he soothed, leaning down to lap greedily at the salty tears streaming down your cheeks. “The first breach always burns so beautifully… but soon everything will melt together. Pain and pleasure. Fear and devotion. You and I.”

Jiaoqiu stayed buried to the hilt inside your fluttering cunt for a torturous moment, trembling with barely-contained madness while his hot breath ghosted over your forehead. His tails lashed behind him, brushing your bound legs with soft fur as his cock flexed against something soft and needy inside, drooling fresh precum straight against your tender cervix.

“By the time I’m done, you won’t know where I end, and you begin,” he whispered lovingly, “I will stuff this womb so full that you’ll carry my claim for the rest of eternity.”

The first thrust dragged almost all the way out, your puffy cunt lips clinging desperately to his glistening shaft before he slammed back in with a meaty plap. Each following thrust grew harder, faster, more savage, turning into a relentless pounding that made your entire body jolt with unwilling pleasure. The filthy sounds of him destroying your hole filled the shrine. Loud, sloppy squelching, wet flesh slapping against flesh, and the constant drip of your mixed fluids onto the tatami made you whine in embarrassment, while your body betrayed you completely.

A hot pressure exploded deep inside your core. Your cunt spasmed wildly around his cock as you thumbed over the edge, and a powerful gush of clear fluid sprayed out around his shaft. The hot squirt soaked his abdomen, matting his pubic fur.

“Oh, my precious love!” he sobbed, never slowing his brutal pace. “Let it all out, my love! Soak your husband!”

He was completely lost in it, eyes rolling back, mouth hanging open as he panted and groaned with delirious bliss at how perfectly your tiny pussy gripped him.

No one had ever felt like this. No one ever could. You were made for him. Your tight heat was the only thing that could soothe the endless hunger gnawing at his soul for four hundred years.

But it wasn't his mad expression that made you arch and scream at the top of your lungs, no.

It was a violent, grinding pressure that exploded at the base of your skull. Yyou felt skin tear open as two fox ears burst through in a spray of hot blood and searing pain. They were hypersensitive, so every wet squelch of his cock pounding your cunt, every growl he made, every brutal slap of skin suddenly became deafening. The overwhelming sensory input made your mind spin and fracture.

Jiaoqiu threw his head back and howled like an animal, the celebrating sound cracking into something feral as your pussy clenched and gushed around him like a vice made of molten silk.

“Finally!” he gasped, voice cracking with overwhelming joy. “My perfect bride! No longer will I be alone! Never again–”

He suddenly pulled back, sitting up on his knees. With terrifying strength, he grabbed your ass and hips, yanking your lower body up toward him until only your upper back and shoulders remained sprawled helplessly on the tatami. Your ass was raised high, cunt skewered on his cock like a breeding toy. In this position, he had the perfect view of your ruined pussy stretched around his shaft.

His nine tails shivered violently behind him before reaching forward, brushing and coiling possessively around your thighs and waist, stroking and gripping your sweaty skin.

Just like that, Jiaoqiu became feral.

His poetically beautiful face flushed and twisted with raw lust as he watched his cock disappear into your ruined cunny over and over. The nasty sounds of your mating grew louder and filthier with every savage thrust. He relished every single one, ears pinned forward as he drank in the sensation of your body yielding to him so perfectly.

“Ah… So warm, so perfectly ripe,” he groaned, still trying to sound suave even as his hips snapped forward like a rutting animal. “I’m kit you full, my lo–”

The sounds grew muffled as the change grew even more violent.

Hot and thick crimson tears began pouring heavily from your eyes, running down your cheeks and temples in sticky rivulets, staining the tatami beneath your head. Your vision started tunneling, blurring at the edges, shrinking rapidly until everything went completely black.

At that exact moment, Jiaoqiu gasped sharply.

He could see.

Not perfectly, but enough. Enough to see your delightful face. Enough to see your new gorgeous ears. Enough to see your magnificent body taking his cock so obediently.

“I see you…” He whispered, voice cracking completely as tears spilled from his own milky eyes. “Oh heavens above… I see you! I see you! I see you!”

The elegant fox man broke down into sobbing joy while still brutally pounding away at your guts. His thrusts never stopped, but they became deeper, slower, more possessive, almost reverent now.

“You’re truly real… you’re here with me… you’re finally mine,” he cried softly, voice trembling with centuries of loneliness finally shattering. “I’m not alone anymore! We’ll never be alone again–”

Your body was becoming something divine and feral under him, and it was shattering what remained of his sanity. He had been holding back for what felt like centuries, muscles locked tight, refusing to spill until you were remade in his image, a creature who could understand the exquisite torment of having a sense carved out of you. He wanted you to lose something precious, just as he had. Only then would you be his true equal, his mirror, his wife.

But your cunt was too perfect – scorching hot, impossibly tight, rippling and sucking along every bit like a living paradise just for him. It clenched harder with every spasm, milking him so greedily he had to snarl through gritted teeth to stop himself from flooding you prematurely.

Then the tails came.

One by one, they tore violently out of the base of your spine in waves of agony. Your walls clamped down like a vice, milking him so perfectly that Jiaoqiu had to bite his own tongue into blood to keep from cumming right then.

One. A savage thrust that punched your cervix and made your fresh blood squirt around his girth.

Two. His bloody smile widened manically as he felt your body accepting your true form.

Three. He dipped his head and licked a stripe up the column of your throat, tasting salt and copper.

Four. One of his tails curled around the base of a newly emerging tail of yours, stroking the nub, coaxing it to lengthen faster.

Five. He kissed your bloody eyes with frightening gentleness, tongue lapping at the crimson tears leaking from them.

Six. The walls of your channel rippled in a series of milking undulations, and he stilled deep, letting your cunny suckle on his cock so deliciously.

Seven. His sobs were a declaration of love, torn out of his throat, mad and true.

Eight. Another sound of his became a marriage vow, moaned against your twitching ear.

Nine. The emergence of the last tale was a promise of forever, sealed with a grinding roll of his hips.

The moment your last tail fully formed, power exploded through you like lightning in your veins.

Your body went rigid, then, with a feral snarl that tore from your throat, you ripped through the crimson ropes like they were paper. The thick bamboo gag splintered between your fangs as you bit clean through it, spitting fragments across the tatami. Clawed hands shot up, shredding the last restraints as overwhelming need flooded your core.

You lunged upward and wrapped your arms around Jiaoqiu’s shoulders, yanking him down as your sharp fangs sank hungrily into the side of his throat. Blood bloomed hot and sweet across your tongue as you fed on him.

The holy feeling of your fangs in his flesh was enough to make his cock jerk and leak precum directly against your cervix. You pushed your hips up frantically, impaling yourself deeper, grinding your pussy down until every centimeter of him was buried inside your needy pussy and your clit rubbed raw against his pubic fur. Your claws raked down his back, shredding through the kimono fabric and leaving bleeding furrows in his porcelain skin. He moaned like a whore at the pain, hips stuttering as fresh blood trickled down his spine.

“Gut me,” he begged, voice cracking through its velvet veneer. “Carve your name into my ribs. I want to feel your signature on my bones every time I breathe.”

You bit into his neck hard enough to draw more blood, sucking it while your bloody tails thrashed and wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer. Your legs locked around his hips, ankles crossing at the small of his back as you hung on him like a bitch in heat.

His eyes widened in delirious rapture. One arm banded around your waist like iron, the other hand fisting into your hair at the back of your head, claws scraping your scalp as he pressed your face deeper into his neck. He lifted your lower body completely off the tatami with terrifying strength, only your shoulders and upper back still braced against the mats. Your entire weight hung on his cock and his embrace, your legs wrapped tight around him as he held you suspended in the air. The new angle let him drive deeper, the head of his cock battering directly into your womb with every savage thrust.

“Yes… yes, my love,” he groaned against your bloody hair, voice still velvet but trembling. “Mark me. Claim your husband. Rip me open if it pleases you. I am yours as much as you are mine. We are two halves of the same slaughtered beast, finally stitched together–”

Jiaoqiu crushed you against his chest, slamming forth into your dripping cunt with brutal strokes. Your claws raked deeper down his back, tearing more of his kimono and skin alike.

He loved it. Every sting, every drop of his own blood, every desperate bite you gave him only made his cock throb harder inside you. A creature of pure sensation, you could feel him so acutely – the drag of his claws down your spine, the open-mouthed kisses he pressed to your sealed eyelids, the way his tail fur teased the undersides of your sensitive tails.

The pleasure crested violently.

Your cunt clamped down like a fist. At the same moment, Jiaoqiu snarled and buried himself to the hilt. The sudden stretch ignited a fresh wave of agonized bliss, your walls forced to accommodate his cock as it sealed his seed deep inside. Unable to withdraw, he ground against your cervix in desperate circles, rutting into you like an animal determined to breed. He flooded your womb with thick ropes of hot cum, each jet punctuated by a guttural groan. He kept forcing every pulse of semen through your slightly open cervix until your lower belly felt like it's on fire. His hand pressed flat over the slight bulge, feeling the heat of his own essence through your skin, and a sob of pure devotion tore from his throat.

You both trembled, mouths fused in a bloody kiss, bodies locked together in mid-air. Only when the last violent spasm faded did your strength leave you. You went limp in his arms, ears drooping, body twitching with aftershocks as reality crashed back in.

Jiaoqiu gently lowered you down, his own body collapsing over yours with cock still buried deep, nestled inside your filthy cunt. Sweat, blood, and sex coated both of you in a sticky sheen. He nuzzled into your neck, licking softly at the bite wounds, sucking gently to draw fresh beads of blood that he smeared across his lips. Then he moved to your new ears, purring praises between gentle kisses and long, soothing laps of his tongue.

“My perfect wife,” he murmured, voice suave and honeyed once more, though laced with something possessive. “I have never felt anything as divine as your sweetest loins milking my seed while you clawed my back raw…”

His hand stroked over your cum-bloated tummy with obsessive tenderness, pressing lightly to feel the warmth of his load inside you. He traced some symbols over the stretched skin, muttering ancient incantations, while you heaved, the primal hunger still thrumming through your bones.

But as the fog of orgasm lifted, horror and clarity returned. You were blind, the world dark around you. Your new body felt foreign and overwhelming. Panic clawed up your raw throat.

“I want to go home,” you whispered brokenly, voice hoarse and trembling. “P-please… take me home…”

Jiaoqiu’s arms tightened around you instantly, almost crushing. His body went rigid, his tails coiling possessively around your limbs and waist like living chains. A chuckle vibrated against your shoulder. Beneath the tenderness lurked something sharp and furious, something that had marinated in solitude until it had become a poison no antidote could touch.

“Home?” he repeated softly, voice still melodic but edged with anger. His fingers traced your ears with deceptive gentleness, then slid down to trace the seam of your lips, prodding two digits past them to stroke your tongue, as if tasting you through your own mouth by proxy. “My sweet, precious wife… You are already home. I am your home. This full womb is your home. Your blindness is the roof that shields you. My voice is the fire in the hearth. There is nowhere else.”

He nuzzled deeper into your neck, fangs grazing the fresh bites as if savoring the memory. His shaft gave another lazy throb, reminding you that escape was impossible.

“L-let me go,” it was the last attempt, a desperate plea to the gods. Jiaoqiu giggled, and his hold became almost bruising, one hand possessively cupping the back of your head while the other still stroked your belly.

“Why should I?” he whispered, tone turning sickly-sweet. “I would rather gouge out my new eyes again than watch you walk away from me.”

Jiaoqiu then dipped his head to lap at the dried blood around your sealed eyelids, cleaning you with the fastidiousness of a cat grooming its mate. His tails squeezed tighter, soft fur warm but inescapable.

“I will be the perfect husband,” he promised. “I will cook for you every dish you can imagine. I will heal every ache with my own hands, and then give you new, sweetest aches that only my presence can heal. I will play any role… Doting lover, stern master, whimpering supplicant beneath your feet. I will give you pleasure until you forget the outside world exists...”

His mouth found yours again, tongue sliding in, swallowing any further protests. The kiss quickly turned messy, his teeth catching your lower lip, sucking it into his mouth. His body pressed you down into the soaked tatami as he lavished you with obsessive aftercare — kissing your lips until they were swollen, licking your wounds until they closed, stroking your new tails soothingly, murmuring endless endearments to lull you to sleep.

And as the black eternity stretched before you like an endless banquet of madness and devotion, you found that you were, against all mortal reason…

hungry.

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Series Masterlist: Creatures Features

This time its not a misclick hehehe... It turned out darker than I wanted it to be but oh... sketchy healer(s) my beloved(s).

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Also, I already have some plans of Creatures Features pt. 2 lol. Still need to finish this one though...

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