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Kiku laid on top of my body, nuzzling her soft cheek against my collarbone. Her chest, totally bare save a layer of sweat, was pressed against mine, rising and falling with our hot breaths. In the afterglow of our climaxes, Kiku reached down and played with my still-hard cock, plugging up her slit to keep my semen inside her.

Her white bushy tail swished from side to side as Kiku nuzzled my collarbone. She peeked up at me with her round, amber eyes. “So, my love, have you come to a decision about my proposal?”

“To eat you?”

A visible shudder ran through her tail. Kiku’s cheeks flushed.

“To roast you over an open fire?” I sank my fingers into her boobs. “Or maybe, slice off these titties and fry them” I kept feeling her up, caressing her moist, chocolate-brown skin beneath my fingertips. “Or turn these thick thighs into succulent steaks?” Kiku was like putty, mewling with arousal at every word. I capped it off my slapping her across the ass. “I don’t know yet.”

Kiku’s ears fox ears twitched. She made no effort to contain her excitement, a wide smile on her face, revealing her vulpine canines. I could feel her pulse, her heart racing in her ribcage. “Ooh, you’re such a tease!”

There was a myth in the village— that any man who could taste the flesh of a kitsune would inherit her magic powers. Not that anyone really believed it. It was rare enough to encounter the fox spirits who protected the land— much less attempt to hunt them.

But it was another if she was offering. And this cheeky, masochistic fox-girl was more than willing. And as they say, it’s rude not to eat a dish set out for you. I pulled Kiku in for an embrace, laying hungry kisses on her collarbone and neck, culminating in gentle, playful bites. She moaned.

“I need it, my love,” she whined.

The way she looked up at me, with her cheeks ablaze, her full lips pursed and her eyes begging, desperate teardrops forming at the corners, I couldn’t hold back. I needed it too.

I scooped her up in a princess carry and marched over to the kitchen.

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I laid Kiku down on the table. A part of me wanted to lay down a blanket or something, to make her comfortable, but I was soon reminded that, from the moment I set foot in the kitchen, she was no longer my bride. She was meat, and it was what we both wanted.

She laid down, eagle-spread, so as to make accessing each part of her as convenient for me as possible. As playful and mischievous as she could be, Kiku had always been a loyal wife and a devoted lover— even now, some things never changed.

“How will you butcher me, my love?”

I grabbed a cleaver off the rack. A whole roast was tempting, but it had a tendency to be wasteful, and was more suitable for groups. There was no way I would waste a single shred of Kiku’s meat. And her meat was for me, no one else.

No, she should be prepared in batches. Without warning, I raised the cleaver and brought it down on her shoulder, severing her arm. She squealed with delight, a spray of squirt cresting from her pussy. Kiku reached to masturbate with her remaining arm, but I stopped her, laid her arm out, and severed it with another slice. The horny impulses remained in her fingertips, though— I shoved her hand in her pussy and let the lingering lust masturbate her to orgasm, as I flipped her over. Another swing of my hand, I cut her tail off in a spray . Her beautiful voluminous tail, which she’d taken care of so diligently every single day, hung limp in my hand, covered in blood and semen and pussy juices. I set it to the side, resolving myself to clean it up later.

Kiku was howling with delight, squeezing her severed arm with her thigh to push it in and out of her love canal. Moments after she brought herself to orgasm, I pulled her hand out of her pussy, flipped her back over, and lined up the cleaver to her legs.

Two cuts. Her juicy thighs rolled off the table, flopping onto the kitchen floor with dull thuds.

She was just a fucknugget now. Kiku looked up at me with a fuck-drunk stare, her eyes beginning the cloud over due to blood loss. And yet, she was sexier than ever.

It was good form to bleed out your livestock during the butchering process, so as to ensure the highest quality of meat. I grabbed a smaller knife off the counter and held it to Kiku’s throat. “Any last words?”

“Please enjoy, my love.” Kiku gathered her fading strength for a final, frisky smile. “And… could you ‘tenderize’ my meat, before I die?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I ran the blade across her neck and cast the knife aside. Blood rolled down her neck and pooled at the table. I grabbed Kiku’s hips and impaled her on my cock.

I fucked her with a frenzied hunger. Kiku’s pussy clung to me, trying to squeeze out as much cum as she could before the end. Though her vocal chords were slashed, her passionate gasps conveyed as much as her screams ever could have. I pounded her harder, and harder, feeling my own climax get closer as her lifeblood seeped out of her.

It couldn’t have lasted more than a few minutes. With one last thrust, I poured my hot semen directly in her, hoping the heat would stir her consciousness just enough.

As I came, I leaned in and whispered, “I love you, Kiku.”

At first, I couldn’t be certain if she heard me. But from the twitch of her ears, from the slight spasm of her lips as I kissed her, I was sure she had, just moments before she died.

After I regained my bearings, I pulled out of her and took stock of the meat in my kitchen. First order of business was to clean this up and finish the butchering process while the meat was still fresh. Second order was to prepare something to eat and test out that old legend.

And third order… I grabbed the cleaver and lopped her head right off. After that, if I would really inherit her powers, third order of business would be to preserve Kiku’s head as my eternal fucktoy.

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I actually really, really like fox girls, and as such, I was fairly annoyed that I was writer’s block’d for so long on this prompt. Even so, I hope it was worth the wait!

Name: Reine
Age: 24
Character: Highly intelligent, dignified, and elegant, Also deeply in denial about her masochistic desires, but can’t stop herself from acting on them.
Setting: You and Reine are researchers on various kinds of snuff methods and the neurochemistry of victims as they die, and blah, blah, blah. After several months of being a passive observer, Reine realizes she can’t take it anymore, she NEEDS to be snuff-fucked, and she needs you to do it to her.