Volume 7 Chapter 8 Cursed Vows ~The Fox’s Bridal Procession~
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Hnn… hff!”
Face-down in a tangle of sheets, the wolf princess buried her face in the pillow, enduring the onslaught. Her dog-like ears flattened, her b**** quivering with each thrust. Her body absorbed the shock of his release, trembling under the weight of the human male atop her.
”Huff, huff… when it’s this thick and rough, it’s like being overpowered by a strong male,” she gasped, her voice laced with a strange exhilaration. “It makes my core tighten, all excited!”
”…Huh?”
Clenching around his c***, she glanced back with a sly grin. Sated by the flood inside her, she reached for his hand, gripping it with a lover’s softness.
”Never thought a weakling like you’d be my type,” she teased. “But in bed? I’m your puppet. Once you shove that c*** in, I can’t resist.”
”Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
”It is,” she said, her voice firm. “A weakling’s kid would just be another weakling, but with you, I feel like we’d make strong pups. Probably ’cause your mating’s so damn fierce. If you were soft in bed, I might’ve torn you apart by now. Country, family—doesn’t matter. I’d have bitten your throat out if you pissed me off. But you? You pass.”
As he pulled out, she pressed herself against him, refusing to let the afterglow fade. Her hand slipped under the sheets, seizing his spent c*** and kneading it lightly.
Turning her b**** toward him, tail swishing, she narrowed her eyes with a provocative smirk. Despite her petite frame, the wolf princess was a master at stirring him up. His c***, barely dry, was swallowed again by her eager core.
”No wonder other females fall for you,” she murmured. “But if you keep ignoring them for me, one’s gonna snap your neck. The kitten twins are one thing, but that demon woman’s been pissed about your antics lately.”
”All I get is action from you,” he shot back.
He slapped her small b**** with a sharp slap, making her bounce on the sheets. The usually haughty wolf princess gasped, her breath ragged, yielding to his rhythm.
It was her, the wolf princess, who’d barged into Klock’s room, worming her way into his bed. And it wasn’t just today. Since her fertile cycle began, she’d been showing up whenever she had a spare moment, acting like one of the household’s daughters alongside the twin cat princesses. Every chance she got, she’d corner him, luring him into stolen moments.
”It’s not just about mating,” she said, her voice low. “They’re shaken because you’ve changed. They think some other woman’s remade you.”
”…I’ve changed?”
”Yep. You said it yourself—kidnapping a princess? Old you wouldn’t have dared something that bold.”
She meant Kuzuha’s abduction. He couldn’t deny it. Klock was a small-time crook, the kind who’d sneak off with a slave or two, not orchestrate a royal kidnapping. That was too big for the old him—a timid man who played it safe.
Guess I got bolder. Or maybe it was thanks to—or because of—that monster.
It wasn’t boldness, he realized. His senses had dulled. Meeting the Purifier, that grotesque beast, had shifted his perspective. Everything felt trivial now. In a world where one misstep meant death, what was kidnapping a princess? If the floor gave way to a black sea of blinding light, or if a gibbering, human-speaking monster swooped from the sky, nothing else mattered.
This was a world where anyone could die any moment. If life could end in a second—crushed by a giant centipede’s body—why hesitate? A princess’s abduction was nothing in comparison.
”…I’m the wolf princess’s man,” he said, smirking. “Gotta live up to that, right? Kidnapping a fox is nothing.”
”True,” she conceded, a playful edge to her voice. “Trying to keep up with me? My bad for doubting you.”
She reached for his hand, and he took it, their fingers locking like lovers’. With a wet squish, he moved inside her, rocking his hips until he pulled her close from behind, releasing with a shuddering spurt.
After their umpteenth round, he collapsed onto the sheets, pulling her into his arms as his eyes fluttered shut.
”Hey, Klock,” she murmured. “Tonight’s gonna be rough. I said it’s just the demon woman, but she’s not the only one pissed.”
”Hm? Yeah…”
Her words barely registered, his mind slipping away. Stared at by the wolf princess, he surrendered to unconsciousness.
”…Princess Kuzuha’s coming for you,” she whispered. “That woman’s got a will stronger than anyone. You reek of fox—bet that’s why. She’ll probably curse you before she fights. Typical of her—gloomy, spiteful vibe.”
With a sigh, she nestled against his shoulder, closing her eyes.
* * *
Klock stood alone.
The town was eerily silent, devoid of life. Not a soul stirred, no birds sang—just an endless blue sky stretching above. A world too quiet to be a human settlement.
…
In the soundless void, a faint voice called. He strained to hear, willing himself to catch it. Then—
”—!”
Someone was there. A figure he might know, but a black hole obscured their face, defying recognition. They smiled, though their expression was invisible, and leaned closer, shyly taking his hand.
She’s my lover. The realization hit. This girl was his partner, the one he’d walk through life with. She stood beside him, her smile radiant with joy.
She tugged his hand, and they began to walk. A life together had begun.
The clear blue sky wept, tears falling softly. The air grew heavy, somber, yet the rain kissed his skin gently, soaking the earth and painting the world with color.
They walked along the path, each step a shared moment, building memories they were meant to have. Together, they’d face hardships and joys, moving toward their destined future.
A blue flame flickered into existence, guiding them. It roared softly, a small spark leading a procession, shaping the path to their destination.
Their steps halted. The girl turned, now wearing a white veil, her smile soft. Make me happy, her unspoken words seemed to say. He pulled her close, their lips meeting.
”—Huh?”
He blinked, standing before an unfamiliar building. Ancient, imposing, like a grand estate, flanked by fox statues at the entrance. The girl was gone. The guiding flames had vanished. Klock stood alone.
”…What the hell? A dream? No, some kinda illusion?”
The haze from before was gone, his mind sharp. A silent world, rain falling, and the estate looming before him. He couldn’t grasp what was happening, only that he’d been drawn here.
Am I being controlled? If so, this might be his last chance to turn back.
…
He reached for the entrance, hesitating briefly before pulling the door open. No one was inside.
”What’s this… house? Never seen this kinda style, even in Beast Country.”
The interior matched the exterior—alien, unfamiliar. A single grand hall, lined with strange shelves and sliding doors, no windows. A hanging scroll adorned the wall. The room’s unknown elements captivated him, a sacred aura stirring his chest.
Clink.
”Oi! Anyone here?”
Clink.
”What the—You called me, didn’t you? Wait, those fox statues outside—”
Clink. A bell-like sound rang, growing closer. He turned, realizing it came from behind.
A fox’s head approached.
Beastkin grew more beastlike with stronger animal traits. This was a human with a fox’s head, leading a procession.
”…What?”
The fox procession entered the building, surrounding it. Among them, a girl in white stood out, guarded by the others.
Klock tried to flee but couldn’t. As he stood, confused, a fox Beastkin approached.
”The groom, this way.”
Half-dragged inside, he protested, but the sliding doors shut with a thud, silencing everything. In the room’s depths, the girl in white sat with refined grace.
”…I knew you’d come.”
She wore an opulent outfit, her long black hair spilling from beneath a headdress, fox ears peeking out. Her poised presence was flawless, her attire draped perfectly over the woven straw floor.
”…Kuzuha?”
It was her—the Foxkin’s noblest princess. She was unrecognizable, transformed from the woman he’d met before.
Her white shiro-muku, untouched, pure, signified her readiness to take on her partner’s colors [T/N: Shiro-muku, a white kimono worn in Japanese weddings, symbolizing purity and devotion]. She was, undeniably, a maiden untainted.
”…I’m not much, but please, take care of me.”
She bowed, hands on the floor, her grace almost otherworldly.
”…I just ended up here,” Klock said, frowning. “What’s this about?”
”A wedding ceremony,” she replied, her voice calm and deliberate.
Klock’s brow furrowed. He couldn’t grasp the situation, but a sinking feeling told him things were about to go very, very wrong.
”…Who’s getting married, exactly?”
”You and me.”
His instincts screamed. This is bad. Why, how, was he in a wedding with her? The situation defied comprehension, but one thing was clear: he needed to get out now.
Klock turned silently, reaching for the sliding door he’d entered through. It slammed shut on its own, blocking his escape. He yanked at it, but it didn’t budge. A cold sweat broke out, his heart racing with a whoosh of dread.
”We’ll swear to live together, to die together,” Kuzuha said, her voice soft but unyielding. “You walked with me through life to get here, hand in hand. We faced hardships together, shared joys together. That’s how we arrived at this moment. As your wife, I’ll devote myself to you with all my heart.”
”No thanks, I’m good!”
She knows. He had to escape. He pulled at the door with all his strength, but it held fast, as if bound by some unnatural force far beyond human power.
”This is a cursed vow ceremony,” she continued, rising gracefully. “A shared illusion of a life together—from childhood friends to lovers, culminating in marriage. By living this ideal, perfect life together, we become truly bound.”
Her movements were so flawless, so deliberate, that Klock realized she’d prepared for this day, a princess honed for this moment.
”What’s wrong?” she asked, her tone almost teasing. “We’re alone, newlyweds. Why not show a little excitement? Like when you kidnapped me and threw me in that carriage.”
”…I, uh, don’t know what you’re talking about…”
Her white kimono fell with a soft rustle, the obi pooling on the floor, revealing what lay beneath. Her limbs, covered in sleek black fur. Her pale, radiant skin, her refined, elegant form. Her full c*** quivered as she stepped closer, slow and deliberate.
”Wait, wait—you’ve got it wrong!” Klock stammered, backing away. “I didn’t do anything, I swear! I’m innocent! Why would you marry the guy who—uh, that doesn’t even make sense!”
”I said it’s a cursed vow,” she replied, her voice icy. “I’m going to teach you what taking responsibility really means. From now on, in sickness and in death, we’re together.”
In sickness and death. The words painted a grim picture. If Kuzuha died, Klock would die too.
”No, seriously, you’ve got the wrong guy!” he pleaded. “I didn’t do anything! Maybe the wolf princess pulled some prank? Yeah, poor me, right? I’ll chew her out for you, promise—”
”You’re the only one who r* me,” she cut in, her voice sharp as a blade. “I’ll never forget your scent. I cursed the man who violated me. And yes, I’ll make you take responsibility with your entire life.”
Responsibility? A man could just run. But Kuzuha had a way to ensure he couldn’t. If this ritual spread, it might wipe out every deadbeat in the world.
”Let’s make this first night unforgettable,” she said, her eyes glinting. “It might last until you die. But don’t worry—if you die, it’s just you. I’ll make sure our bloodline continues. So leave your regrets behind.”
”Wait, wait, wait—regrets are all I’ve got!”
Her fox eyes narrowed, sharp and predatory. He stumbled back, but the unyielding sliding door trapped him.
”…Y’know, Kuzuha, you’re drop-dead gorgeous!” he blurted, desperation lacing his voice. “Like, the kind of beauty that stops everyone in their tracks! That refined grace, that elegance—the wolf princess can’t hold a candle to you! The finest lady in Beastkin land, right? I’m damn lucky to even cross paths with a super fox like you! Uh, so, can I go now? Kinda busy—”
”Why, thank you,” she said, a faint smile curling her lips. “It’s wonderful to have such a charming husband. Now, I wonder what your soul tastes like.”
”?!”
A scream tore through the fox estate. Maybe a sweet feminine voice mingled with it, but that was beside the point. In a liminal space between dream and reality, their exchange unfolded.
Now it was Klock’s turn to be violated through the night. The night might never end. He might die in this illusion, overwhelmed. An endless night, with a woman straddling him, pinning him down.
Say you’re sorry.
Until he uttered those words, Kuzuha kept him trapped. His fate was sealed—to be dominated by her forever.
”Oh, and don’t misunderstand,” she added, her voice cool. “This ceremony doesn’t make us truly married. The Hero’s your real wife, right? I’ll explain it to her myself. From now on, you’ll serve me for life. If I starve, you die. If I freeze, you freeze. I’m counting on you, dear husband.”
”…Ugh.”
”Don’t give me that look,” she snapped. “It makes me want to tear your throat out. You defiled me, and now you flinch at responsibility? If you weren’t the Hero’s husband, I’d have killed you already. Be grateful you’re alive. Or would you prefer I kill you and die too? Pick one.”
”Ms. Kuzuha, here’s to our future together,” he muttered, defeated.
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