My Liver for a Wife!

John couldn’t even blame being completely plastered for how he found himself in this predicament. At worst, he was only feeling a little buzzed when she had approached him, but he probably woulda been smitten even if he’d been stone-cold sober.

From her raven black hair as smooth as silk to her perfectly pouty lips and unblemished skin that shined like the moon, everything about her just screamed perfection. And to complete the package, she had these two big, expressive eyes.

Maybe that’s why he hadn’t noticed or cared that she hadn’t spoken a word. Her eyes told him the whole story, or close enough.

The warning signs had all been there in retrospect. A beauty like that trying to get him to come home with her almost as soon as she had met him? He wasn’t unattractive, but come on. It wasn’t the first time he went on a work trip to Korea or his first time at a karaoke bar either, and normally it woulda taken at least an hour of smooth talking on his part to get a girl to even consider the idea.

John winced as he felt something sharp somewhere around his midsection. He couldn’t actually move his head to see what it was, but somehow he knew that this was it. News at 11, dumbass foreigner gets his organs harvested after falling for the oldest trick in the book.

At least he couldn’t feel much of anything, just the vague feeling of being gutted like a fish. Small mercies, he supposed.

His brows furrowed when he started hearing something like a purr. But not like a cat’s, exactly, and it almost sounded girlish. Just who the heck did they have operating on him?

And honestly, couldn’t that have found better accommodations than a cave?

He would have shrugged if he could. At this point, he had more or less resigned himself to his fate. John just hoped whichever fuck purchased his organs choked on them somehow.

Instead, he felt something stitch him back together, and the next moment he could move and feel again. The first thing he felt was just how chilly it was, and the second an unpleasant ache somewhere in his gut.

He tried to feel around, but he found nothing but unblemished skin.

Groaning, he turned on his side and stopped, staring at the sight. It was the same girl, or at least he thought it was. Maybe he was still dreaming…

Her black hair had turned red and her eyes glowed an eerie yellow like a wolf or a fox. But that wasn’t what took the fucking cake and then some, for she had seven, eight, no, nine tails shifting behind her, the same blood red as her hair, and in her bloody hand was his… was that his fucking liver?

Yeah, it fucking was. Or, well, part of it, and it looked like she had taken a few bites out of it with her sharp teeth.

“Safe,” she suddenly said to him in English. “Grow back. Time.” She seemed to scrunch her brows as if annoyed. “Learning.”

John watched queasily as she dug into his liver again, and in a few short bites she had swallowed all of it, licking her bloody lips clean. He could have complained, but what would be the point?

“Knowledge in organ,” she continued in her outrageous accent. “More. Sustain life.”

Yeah, he was definitely dreaming. Kidnapped by a fucking kitsune or whatever the locals called them here.

He instinctively reacted as she crawled over to him, but there wasn’t anywhere for him to run. Except she ended up just rubbing her cheek against his chest as her tails wagged slightly.

It was… kind of cute. If he forgot the fact that she had just scarfed down his liver.

“Keep,” she purred as she kept rubbing her cheek against him. “Husband.”

He blinked. “Husband?” Up close, he spotted fox ears sprouting out of her red hair, and when she turned up to look at him, she had slitted eyes like a cat… or a fox.

Honestly, she was still beautiful, and he was having very unwise thoughts. She had literally just stolen and eaten his liver! Or part of it!

“Yes,” she insisted. “Husband. Wife.” Her sharp nails dug into his sides.

“Okay, okay,” he quickly agreed. “Husband.”

She seemed smug at that, but what the fuck else was he going to say? John watched as she scooted closer, his eyes drawn to her tails, each moving independently of the other.

“What’s your name?” he ventured.

“Many names.” She shrugged her dainty shoulders. “Ye-jin.”

“Ye-jin,” he repeated. Then he pointed to himself. “John.”

He looked her over again. Her white gown was very loose, likely because of her many tails, and it was soft as silk as she pressed against his naked skin. He still had his pants, but he couldn’t see his shirt. Not that he could see much of anything in the moonlit cave.

He could stay in denial about what was happening, but he wasn’t waking up either.

John decided to just go with the flow. “Can I?” he asked, staring at her tails.

Her yellow eyes fixed on his for a moment, when she grinned, showing off her white fangs. “Yes.” Ye-jin shifted slightly again, and suddenly her tails were slapping him in the nose gently.

Reaching out, he took hold of one, running his hands along it. Her fur was softer than anything he could think of.

John heard her giggle. “Husband like? Not monster?”

“Soft,” he simply said. Then another question popped into his head randomly. “How old are you?”

She hummed. “Seen many moons.” Using one of her sharp nails, she seemed to scratch something into the stone beneath them like it was made of butter.

Squinting, he saw it was a number. 19,347.

His throat went dry. “Full moons?”

She nodded, starting to purr again as he messed around with her tails. “Have counted each.”

Doing some quick math in his head, that would put her at well over a thousand years old. Closer to two thousand. John could barely wrap his head around it. He was only in his late 20s.

Shaking all that off, he focused again on how beautiful she was. That was something easier to swallow. Although…

“I… uh… I have a flight back home in a few days.” Because as beautiful as she was, he didn’t want to live in a cave.

She shrugged her shoulders again. “Ye-jin come with. Why picked you. Interesting. New.”

He rubbed the back of his head. “Right. Come with.” What the fuck was he even supposed to tell everyone. Though he supposed if she could make herself look like a regular girl once, if one that was impossibly beautiful, she could do it again.

Scooting back around, she tugged her tails out of his lap and was back to rubbing her cheek against him again. “Husband talk and talk. Not want rut? Men always want.”

John felt his cheeks heat up in spite of himself. He wasn’t a blushing virgin. Obviously he had thought about it…

He groaned as her hand lowered to his groin. “Can tell.” She was careful with her nails, and that was a good thing as it felt like all his blood fled his head south.

“Well, you’re beautiful.” His hands trailed across her gown as she continued, finding the seams that hinted at her creamy skin. “Really.”

She grinned toothily again as his hands trailed up the mane of hair running down her back, then further up to her fox ears. They twitched cutely as his fingers neared them, and she made a funny sound as he made contact.

Her red fur was just as soft here, and she started purring like a tractor, her yellow eyes finding his. “Rut?” she asked again.

He blinked again. “You can just say fuck,” he teased her.

“Fuck,” she mimed, her own fingers tightening around a very intimate part of him again. Then with a quick movement of her hand, she tore off the front of his pants, freeing it. She really had no regard for his clothes…

John still watched as she pulled her gown off, showing she was completely naked underneath. And she made for quite the sight as she stood, almost preening before him.

Joining her, he found that she was a head shorter than him, which only made her strength more uncanny. Her breasts were on the smaller side, but perfectly shaped, and her hips flared nicely. He also noticed that the curtains matched the drapes, though it was probably a moot point considering she was a shapeshifter. There wasn’t a single blemish he could see on her skin, and finally her feet also had some impressively sharp nails.

Ye-jin tugged on his hand, and he could hear the sound of rushing water in the distance as she led him deeper into the cave, to a soft patch of grass. He tried to catch a peek of her no doubt equally lovely derrière, but he could barely see her past all the tails crowding his field of vision.

He was shrugging what was left of his pants off when flames seemed to sprout from thin air above them, sticking to what passed for a ceiling here.

“Fuck,” she repeated, illuminated by the flames.

John watched half amused as she assumed the position, which in her case meant lowering herself on her belly on the patch of grass, her tails swaying almost nervously. He could have cracked a joke about that being her default position, but he didn’t think she would get it.

Instead he joined her, hard as stone. That she had stolen some of his liver? Old news.

How many guys could say that they got to breed a kitsune or kumiho or whatever the fuck. He didn’t know if he could even knock her up, but he didn’t care.

Her red tails wrapped around him haphazardly as he fell on her back, positioning the tip of the proverbial spear between her folds. He could feel that she was already wet for him.

“Ready?”

“Fuck,” she repeated for a third time. And he held her shoulders down as he did just that, entering a pussy that was hotter than any he had ever experienced. He gritted his teeth from the sheer heat, but it wasn’t unpleasant. The opposite.

“I’m going to breed you,” he told her like half an idiot, pushing into her deeper. “Knock you up with a litter.”

John saw her sharp nails make deep gouges into the ground as she mewled. “Breed.”

Her legs trailed against his as if to encourage him, the feel of her skin maddening. And she smelled nice. Like rain and berries.

Eventually he bottomed out, her pussy choking the life out of him. It was hot… tight… wet. Perfect.

It didn’t take him long to start fucking her properly. Everything about her was quickly making him lose control of himself. He bunched her hair up as he went harder, faster, the sound of flesh against flesh almost as loud as the animalistic sounds she was making now. If he wasn’t so high on his own supply, he might have looked at her funny.

Her tails all had a life of their own as well. Sometimes one smacked him across the face, and another wrapped around him tightly.

He chuckled into her ear, loving every moment. He was close.

After a few more thrusts into something like heaven, he kissed her womb with his cock. “Take it.” He felt her go silent as he pumped as much cum as he could into her, groaning into her shoulder.

When it tapered off, he collapsed, the tiredness catching up to him.

Hearing her purring again, he sighed as she milked the last of it out of him with her perfect pussy. “Husband.”

“Wife,” he played along. He knew everything about this was nuts, but whatever passed for restraint had long since been melted away by her charms. If he could dump a load every day in her like this until the day he died, he would die a happy man.

Pulling out of her with some difficulty, he fell on his back on the soft grass. Ye-jin quickly snuggled up to him, still purring up a storm. “Hot,” she said. “Fertile.”

“I did warn you,” he teased.

Her yellow fox eyes found his again. “Husband hunt. Sustain.”

“Yeah… I think we can just visit a supermarket instead.”

“Supermarket,” she repeated.

He ran his fingers down the creamy skin of her back. If she needed something they couldn’t find in a supermarket, well, he’d figure something out.

He snorted. He had really lost his fucking mind, huh.

Feeling her soft breasts pressed into his side and her sweet scent, he felt a part of him coming to life again, and she noticed. Feeling bold, he pushed her head down. “Lick.”

Ye-jin lapped at their combined juices without too much complaint, her fox ears twitching again. She had a surprisingly long tongue, he noticed.

“Let me.” Holding her head, he had her mouth it, and then he pushed her head down. The danger of her sharp teeth just made it more fun for him.

His new wife was a quick learner as well, watching him with yellow eyes as her tongue slithered all over the underside, and had no gag reflex to speak of when he pushed her head down again, lodging himself in her compact throat.

What a fucking high it was. He knew she could break him in half if she wanted to, but she just let him fuck her face, only slightly embarrassed at the sounds, maybe.

He would have kept going until he dropped a load in her stomach if she didn’t suddenly retreat. “Fuck,” she insisted, staring down at him.

John laughed at that. “Hop on.”

His cock was all slimy from her spit as it reached for the ceiling, and her eyes lowered to it. After a moment, she straddled him, her red hair and tails fanning out around her in every direction.

It made for an impressive sight, he thought.

She drew a loud groan from his lips when she suddenly dropped all the way down in one smooth motion, and proceeded to fucking bounce on him like a complete animal. She was fucking perfect.

Her soft breasts bobbed and swayed with every movement from her, and her pussy milked him like she intended to drain even the last drop of cum from his balls. Though maybe that’s exactly what she intended.

He sure as shit wasn’t going to stop her either way.

Placing his arms behind his head, he just watched with a dumb smile on his face.

By the time she was done, his balls were the emptiest they’d ever been, and she quickly fell asleep on top of him, purring into his neck. All of her nine tails smothered them both like a blanket.

It didn’t take John long to join her.