The simple answer: No. No, you do not.

The sensation to cross your mind is one that you have never felt before. Your entire body is reacting in various ways, some of which you've never properly experienced, some of which you have under completely different circumstances. You have a guess as to what this is:

Love. From what you have heard, these sensations-- the happy, dreamy mind; the fast-beating heart; the arousal between your legs-- are all indicative of this emotion. Why did the priests train you not to feel this way? It's so incredible!

Before you can focus on that thought for much longer, the woman turns towards you, smiling sweetly as she approaches with two cups of tea on a small tray. She kneels on the cushion opposite of you, placing the tray on the table between you. She lifts one cup, handing it to you.

"I do hope you enjoy it," she says, licking her lips subtly. "It's an old family recipe."

"Thank you," you respond, taking the cup graciously. You have to try to suppress a shiver as your fingers brush against hers. She smiles, the look in her eyes saying that she knows how the touch effected you. She waits, watching, as you take your first sip. "It's delicious," you announce, smiling. Her smile broadens as she bows her head.

"Thank you. It is an honor to hear that."

For a few minutes, the two of you sit chatting as you sip at her tea.

"What are you doing down here, anyway?" you ask after a time. Your head feels a bit fuzzy, bringing a small voice of reasonable distrust to the front of your mind. She smiles coyly, setting her cup down on the table.

"Waiting."

"Waiting,,,?"

She takes your cup from your hands, setting it next to hers.

"For someone like you."

Before you can question her further, she stretches over the table, catching your lips with her own. She is very demanding, pushing you onto your back as she crawls across the table to straddle your waist. That sensation of arousal in your groin rises dramatically, and you are grateful to be wearing a robe rather than trousers. An odd sound echoes from her chest, reminiscent of a growl. You don't dwell on the thought, however, as she grasps your collar, suddenly ripping your attire open almost completely in a startling display of strength. Her eyes have an almost predatory glint in them as she grasps your cock, stroking it slowly in her incredibly soft hand.

"I know you've been waiting for this," she taunts, smiling broadly. "So have I." She doesn't let you respond, dropping her head to your crotch and proceeding to lick and suck your cock. You let out a moan, mind and body overwhelmed by the entirely new sensations. After maybe thirty seconds of this attention, she pulls away, leaving you to give a disgruntled groan. She doesn't leave you wanting for long.

The next thing you know, she has aligned you with her slit and is pressing herself down onto you. Your combined moans echo loudly in the small room as she pushes herself down until her thighs meet yours. The pleasure is dizzying, and you don't have a chance to clear your head before she is rising and falling, fucking you with vigor. As you start to feel a building pressure in your testicles, she begins to change before your eyes, much to your horror. Her hair, having flown loose during her enthusiastic actions, is suddenly parted by two furry, pointed ears. Her dress has lifted up around her waist, releasing the nine sources of the fur you saw beneath it:

Nine white tails which turn to a shimmering gold at their tips. You had heard that most creatures such as this were benevolent, at the worst harmless tricksters.

All but one.

As your release suddenly burst forth, your cum pumping deep inside her, you let out a half moan, half scream. Claws erupt from her fingers as she smiles gleefully down at you. Before you can move a muscle, she slashes at your stomach, ripping you open with ease. You don't stop screaming, watching in horror as she reaches within your torso and retracts with your liver in her clutches.

You die in agonizing pain as you watch her devouring your liver raw, her pussy clamping onto your cock as if the first bite of the organ launched her into her own climax alone. You bleed out before she has even finished your liver, passing on as your orgasm comes to an end.