A/N: Read the tags! This takes place after Chapter 28 of I'd Eat Your Heart. A little intense. Might not be for everyone.

Tags: masturbation; rape fantasy including "knife" play (and by that I mean claws), blood (not Ga Eul's), and oral and vaginal sex

Do you prefer hearts over livers?

I prefer hearts, but livers are also good...The younger and healthier the human is, the fresher the taste and the more tender the organ.

So you're saying I would taste good?

You would taste very good.

Ga Eul tossed and turned in bed—her bed, the one in her apartment, not Rang's. She'd decided to spend Saturday and Sunday night at her apartment since she needed to clean it and also eat with her parents on Sunday. Now she was wide awake at one in the morning and starting to regret her decision, though maybe it would be more awkward if she was with Rang. The thing was, she just couldn't stop feeling so horny. Ever since Saturday of the weekend before, when she'd felt Rang's tongue on her slit for the first time, she'd wanted for him to touch her everywhere. All the time. It was all she thought about during work. At lunch. When she was sitting at her desk trying to type out memos or put grades in her virtual grade book, she'd have to constantly rub her thighs together to alleviate the ache between them. Her skin tingled. Her breasts felt super-sensitive, her nipples growing hard as they rubbed against her bra. She was hot. She was distracted. She wanted to get herself off—no, she wanted Rang to get her off—so many times during the day it was ridiculous.

She couldn't remember ever being aroused so much, not even when she first discovered masturbation.

At least, right now she was alone in her apartment in the middle of the night and could reasonably engage in 'getting herself off' even if she'd already used her vibrator twice that day. Her clit was puffy and red and aching, and she should really give it a rest. But once more couldn't hurt, could it? She'd be embarrassed to ask for Rang to get her off so many times; while she was alone, she might as well take advantage.

Maybe not her vibrator, though. Too much. It was too much stimulation now.

Ga Eul settled for her fingers instead and placed them gently on the hood of her clit. That single touch sent a spark through her core. With a shuddering breath, she closed her eyes and played Rang's words again in her mind, the ones she'd been fixated on since Thursday night.

You would taste very good.

She circled her clit slowly.

An image formed in her mind: Rang in the white dress shirt and tan jacket he liked to wear a lot, only this time splattered with blood. Tomorrow, she could blame her excitement at seeing the blood on her obsession with horror movies. Tonight, she didn't care why the dark red stains on his shirt collar aroused her, only that they did. She liked it, and she wanted more of it, so she continued with the scene.

They were in a sunlit forest—maybe the one Rang grew up in, maybe not. Rang had her backed against a pine tree, his single fox eye flashing gold and his claws exposed. Breathing heavily, he traced a line down the side of her face, from her forehead to her collarbone, with the tip of his claw. He wore a maniacal grin, and when he spoke, every word sounded like a taunt.

"You're going to taste so good," he said, dipping his claw down her chest, into the valley between her breasts. He sliced her black blouse clean through. Ga Eul watched his claw drag along her skin slowly, cutting through her blouse, then her bra, then her skirt. Finally, he reached her panties, but instead of slicing through the center of them, he hooked his claw under one side of her waistband, then the other, and severed the thin band on each side so that her underwear had no choice but to fall off of her. Then Ga Eul was completely naked, the bark of the tree rough against the skin of her back, and Rang placed one hand on her throat while slipping one claw into the soft curls covering her pussy until he tapped the tip of her clit. He didn't cut it. He didn't press on it, even. He just rested the point of his claw on one of the most vulnerable spots on her body so that she had no choice but to hold completely still.

"Should I eat this first?" he asked. "Before I eat your heart?"

Ga Eul rubbed herself furiously as she clenched on air. Deliriously, she thought she'd like his claw inside her. He had that wonderful, insane look on his face that made her breasts tingle and her stomach flip. Blood and sweat glistened on his neck, and she wanted him to chase her, to hunt her down and snatch her up from behind and grip her with his strong arms and hands so that she couldn't move and—oh!—she wanted him to pin her down and open up her legs and take her right there with his tongue, and then with that thick cock of his that she'd held in her hand. And then she wanted him to whisper in her ear that she tasted so good. She tasted so, so good.

The coil of tension inside her snapped, and heat spread over her body as she came for the third time that night, so hard she felt like crying. She hadn't thought she had an orgasm like that left in her, but apparently she did. She clung to her covers and buried her face in her pillow until she had ridden it out completely. Then her face burned, and she hid under her covers as she realized what she'd envisioned in her addled state, which was basically Rang hunting her and then forcing her to have sex with him.

It wasn't really wrong, she guessed, since it wasn't real, but…

God, what was happening to her? She wanted the crazy in her crazy fox a bit too much.

Obviously, she wouldn't want him to actually force himself on her, but…maybe if it was pretend...it could be fun...

Ga Eul slapped her hands to her cheeks, mortified. What was she thinking?

Anyway, evil fox or not, surely Rang wouldn't agree to that. He'd been so protective of her lately, and it would probably only bring up bad memories for him. Besides, her first attempt at initiating a sexual activity with him hadn't gone so well, and she'd been mortified to find out he didn't even like what she'd proposed. At least, the next day, he'd been back to his playful self, acting as though the incident hadn't occurred, and he'd teased her entire body with touches and kisses for an hour before letting her cum. She wasn't sure what to make of the whole botched encounter, or Rang's silence on the matter afterwards, but perhaps she should lay low for a while and let him lead things since he was the one with experience.

After all, she didn't even know that she would be able to look him in the eye on Monday after having such a fantasy about him.

Sex was more complicated than Ga Eul had anticipated.

A/N: Just a note on what to expect moving forward. Unlike the entirety of Good Girl, I've decided to put a dose of realism into this "smut series" since I'm focusing on character development so much within the context of the larger story and also because I'm writing this series in tandem with I'd Eat Your Heart. Good Girl, on the other hand, consisted mostly of isolated one-shots.

So I promise a lot of hotness, but there will also be some moments that are funny or awkward or just plain tense and angsty (as you saw in the previous chapter). Ultimately, I'm building this up to a BDSM relationship (if the whole "pet fox" thing hadn't given that away by now). This won't be everyone's cup of tea, but that's just how I see the characters.

Because of the intensity of where we're going, it's super important for our couple to learn to communicate well with each other and have complete trust in each other, and that can only be built up slowly and carefully, especially because Rang has all sorts of issues/trauma and Ga Eul is totally new to everything. This is my first attempt at writing BDSM, so I'm also trying to perform my research well, but I'm really excited because I think ultimately we will land in a super sexy place; there's just going to be some bumps in the road along the way. I hope that's okay; just think of this as a slow-burn smut fic.