GTron said something about a yukionna pregnant with oni children on page two, and the idea wouldn't leave my head. People have posted fiction here, so, um, I finally wrote about an oni knocking up a yukionna. There will be a sequel if you all like this.
They did not meet under auspicious of circumstances: she fell into his pit trap and broke her ankle. Despite that, she had been most polite when he had come to investigate, and more, she had been unafraid. But then, she was a yukionna; they were like steel covered in silk, fearsome in their own right. Seeing an oni seven feet tall with red skin, four arms, and a mouth full of pointed teeth and jutting tusks would not frighten them overmuch. He fished her from the trap with many apologies, and carried her to his camp, where he set her ankle and bound it firmly, and gave her an herb tea for the pain. He introduced himself as Jouji, and she said her name was Yukiyo.
Jouji tried to be a good host while she healed; he shared the lean-to he had made of pine branches without complaint; he kept the cookfire banked low as so not to harm Yukiyo with the heat; he shared what food he could find in the wintery forest. Yukiyo, in turn, tried to be a good guest; she did not fuss when he had to butcher his kills at the camp; she kept the shelter and supplies as tidy as she could while limited by her injury; and most importantly, she spoke with him. She told him stories of things she had seen on her travels, humans she had encountered, tales of their kin who were slowly fading away. Not long after, he shared his stories with her too. Stories about his clan, the most numerous of oni even in these days of fading magic; mountains he had scaled; forests he had traveled through unseen.
As the days passed, Jouji came to love his guest. He feared the day Yukiyo would heal and leave him, but it was not in his power to make her stay; she could freeze him solid with a touch and shatter him with a flick of her fingers. The idea of forcing her to stay repulsed him, anyway. Unusual for an oni, yes, but the thought of using force, of breaking the beautiful, deadly woman’s spirit, just did not sit well with him.
Shortly after Yukiyo's ankle healed completely and she could walk again, she roused Jouji in the middle of the night by kissing him. "I do not wish to leave you," she told him as she ran her slim, cold fingers down his wide, muscled chest. "Please take me as your wifPost too long. Click here to view the full text.