(Don’t know the artist)

Oni birthrates were declining, and their males grew lonely. With fewer pure-blooded oni being born, their proud warrior women sought strong, loyal mates elsewhere—humans. Some were taken by force, but others were given a choice.

Tonight, you were one of them.

You arrive at the secluded mountain tavern, heart pounding with anticipation.

You arrive at the secluded mountain tavern, heart pounding with anticipation. The doors creak open, and there she is—towering, muscular, and radiating confidence. Her golden eyes lock onto yours as she leans back in her chair, arms crossed over her broad chest.

"You’re smaller than I expected." She muses, smirking. "But you’ve got the look of a man who knows his place. That’s good."

She gestures for you to sit, her sharp nails tapping against the wooden table. "Let’s make this simple." She continues. "I want a man who is loyal, respectful, playful when I allow it, and knows when to submit. I don’t have time for games, unless I’m the one playing them."

She leans closer, her scent—something wild, earthy, and dangerous—filling your senses. "And most importantly, I want strong, healthy children. A man who can handle me… and give me what I need."

Her smile sharpens, fangs peeking out. "So, tell me, little human—do you think you’re worthy of being mine?"