Disclaimer / Disclaimer
This is a fictional short story inspired by a minor episode in Romance of the Three Kingdoms (Tam Quốc Diễn Nghĩa). It is heavily modified with dark erotic, gore, and fetish elements (including consensual cannibalism fantasy, body modification, dismemberment, and vore-adjacent themes).
Content warning: Explicit violence, graphic dismemberment, consensual spousal sacrifice, sexualized gore, necrophilic undertones, and fetishization of meat preparation.
This work is purely imaginative and for adult readers only. It does not reflect historical or moral endorsement of any real events or actions. All characters and events are fictionalized.
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The Hunter’s Devotion – A Feast of Loyalty
Author: aigorepic.com
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(Taken inspiration from the classic novel)
In the chaotic twilight of the late Han dynasty, Lord Liu Bei—known as Xuande—fled for his life after Lü Bu’s forces crushed his army at Xiapi. Exhausted, hungry, and accompanied only by a handful of loyal retainers who had scattered in the mountains, he stumbled upon a humble hunter’s cottage nestled in the wilds near Hai Xi.
The hunter, a sturdy man named Liu An, shared the same surname and immediately recognized the distinguished guest as the Governor of Yuzhou, a man of royal blood. “A clansman!” Liu An exclaimed with reverence. “Please, my lord, rest here tonight. I will prepare a proper meal worthy of your status.”
Night fell quickly. Liu Bei’s stomach growled painfully; days of flight had left him famished. Liu An lit the oil lamp and went to speak privately with his young wife in the inner room.
She was a delicate woman in her early twenties, with smooth pale skin, long black hair, and a slender yet curvaceous figure that still carried the soft fullness of youth. Her name was Mei’er. Liu An took her hands gently.
“Mei’er… the lord is starving. I hunted all day but found nothing—no deer, no rabbit, not even a bird. If I fail to feed him, I will bring shame upon our clan and upon my loyalty. There is only one way…”
Mei’er looked into her husband’s eyes. A strange mix of fear and quiet excitement flickered across her face. She had always known her husband’s fierce devotion to duty and to any man he called “lord.” Over the years, in the quiet nights, they had whispered dark fantasies—fantasies of ultimate sacrifice, of her body becoming sustenance for a greater cause, of her flesh being admired, cut, and consumed with reverence.
She bit her lower lip, a flush rising on her cheeks. “If it is for the lord… and for your honor… then I consent, husband. Use me. Make my body the feast he deserves. I only ask that you… take your time with me first. Let me feel your hands one last time before the blade.”
Liu An’s breath quickened. He pulled her close, kissing her deeply as his hands roamed over her body—squeezing her full breasts, tracing the curve of her waist, and sliding between her thighs. Mei’er moaned softly, her body responding with wet arousal even as tears of fearful anticipation welled in her eyes. They made love slowly on the simple wooden bed, passionate and desperate, knowing it would be the last time. He entered her with long, deliberate strokes while whispering promises of how beautifully her meat would nourish their guest.
After they finished, glistening with sweat, Liu An helped her to her feet. “It is time,” he said, voice thick with emotion and dark desire.
He led her to the kitchen area at the back of the cottage. Mei’er knelt willingly on the wooden block he had prepared. She removed her simple robe, revealing her naked body in the flickering lamplight—pert breasts, soft belly, rounded hips, and long, shapely legs. She looked up at him with a mixture of love and submission.
“Make it clean, husband. And… let the lord enjoy every part he desires.”
Liu An nodded, his hands trembling slightly with a potent blend of grief and arousal. He raised the heavy cleaver. With one swift, practiced stroke—honed from years of butchering game—he severed her head in a clean cut at the base of the neck. Blood sprayed in a hot arc as Mei’er’s head tumbled forward, her eyes wide in the final moment of ecstatic surrender, lips slightly parted. The headless body twitched violently for several seconds, thighs clenching, hips bucking involuntarily as if in one last orgasmic spasm.
Liu An’s cock hardened again at the sight. He set the head aside carefully on a shelf, propping it so her beautiful face—still flushed—seemed to watch the proceedings with serene approval.
He then turned to the warm, twitching corpse. With methodical, almost loving precision, he began to carve. First, he severed both arms at the shoulders, the flesh yielding easily under the sharp blade. The plump upper arms and forearms, with their smooth skin and underlying muscle, he set aside for the main dish. Next, he opened the torso, removing the glistening organs—heart, liver, kidneys—which he would cook separately as delicacies. He skinned and sectioned the thighs and calves, marveling at how tender and marbled the meat looked. Breasts were carefully sliced away, the nipples still erect. What remained of the torso and pelvis he prepared for salting and preservation.
Blood pooled on the floor, but Liu An worked efficiently, his hands slick and red. The air filled with the metallic scent of fresh meat mixed with the faint musk of her earlier arousal.
By midnight, the meal was ready. Liu An roasted the prime cuts—especially the tender arm meat and slices of thigh—over the fire with simple seasonings, the fat sizzling and filling the cottage with a rich, savory aroma. He presented the steaming dishes to Liu Bei without revealing the source.
“My lord, forgive the simplicity. This is the best ‘wolf’ meat I could provide tonight.”
Liu Bei, ravenous, ate heartily. The meat was unusually tender and sweet, with a delicate flavor unlike any game he had tasted. “Excellent,” he praised between bites. “Truly the finest I have had in many days.” He devoured portions of what had once been Mei’er’s arms, thighs, and breast meat, chewing slowly and savoring every bite while Liu An watched with quiet, intense satisfaction.
They retired for the night. Liu Bei slept deeply, his body nourished by the ultimate act of loyalty.
The next morning, as the first light filtered through the cracks in the walls, Liu Bei rose to depart. He went to the rear courtyard to fetch his horse. Pushing open the kitchen door, he froze.
There, hanging from hooks in the dim light, was the gruesome but meticulously arranged remainder of the night’s sacrifice.
Mei’er’s severed head hung by its long black hair from a beam, eyes half-lidded in a peaceful, almost blissful expression, lips still slightly parted. Below it, one shapely leg—calf and thigh partially intact but with large sections of meat expertly carved away—swung gently. The skin had been left on in places for aesthetic effect, the pale flesh now pale and cooling. The rest of her body lay on the blood-stained block: the torso hollowed out, ribs visible, breasts gone, pelvis and buttocks heavily butchered. What remained of the carcass had already been rubbed thoroughly with coarse salt, the meat glistening as it began the curing process for future preservation. Blood had been collected in bowls, and the air carried the heavy, intimate scent of raw meat and death.
Liu Bei stared, his mind slowly connecting the dots—the extraordinary tenderness of last night’s meal, the unusual sweetness… He staggered back a step, then steadied himself. Tears welled in his eyes, not from horror alone, but from a profound, almost overwhelming sense of gratitude and awe at such fanatical devotion.
He turned to Liu An, who stood silently nearby.
“My brother… you have shown me a loyalty deeper than any I have known. Your wife… she has sustained me in my hour of need. I shall never forget this sacrifice.”
Liu An bowed deeply, a faint, satisfied smile on his face. “It was her wish as much as mine, my lord. Her body was honored to serve you.”
Moved beyond words, Liu Bei later recounted the tale to Cao Cao. The warlord, too, was struck by the extremity of the act and sent generous compensation to the hunter.
But in the quiet nights that followed, Liu Bei would sometimes recall the rich, unforgettable flavor of that “wolf” meat… and the haunting image of the salted, partially consumed remains hanging in the hunter’s kitchen—a testament to one man’s absolute fidelity, carved in the flesh of the woman who loved him enough to become dinner.
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