Home's Where the Oni Is

You'd found streaks of blood leading into your basement this morning.

You had clambered out of bed early today when you heard loud thumping and crashes coming from down your hall. Leaping out of bed, you rushed out towards your living room, nearly slipping on the trail of blood lining your hall. You found the source of the blood at your front door and followed it back the way you came. Eventually the trail came to a stop in front of the stairs to your basement, the trail being replaced by blood splatters along the walls and small bits of gore dotting the steps down. Steeling your queasy stomach, you slowly made your way down, avoiding the small bits and blood as best you could.

Passing the final step, you found that your basement light was already on, and that the blood trail continued where it had left off. There was a bend around a pile of junk you had built up down here, meaning that you couldn't see whatever it led to. Taking the opportunity to not run in blindly to whatever horror awaited you, you called out.
"Blue? You down here?" Your question was returned with booming voice of your 'wife', who was indeed down here.
"YES, HUSBAND. I AM PREPARING LUNCH FOR US." Fearing whatever you'd see around the junk pile, you resumed following the blood trail. What awaited you made your stomach double-over in knots.

Around the pile was the large, blue, horned humanoid, wearing nothing but a white apron, covered in blood, kneeling in front of a dead deer. It was missing most of its upper-head, apparently having been crushed, due to the slurry that was pooling around. Whatever remained of the smashed brain that hadn't dripped out on the way down here was mixing with a disgusting liquid made up of blood and what you guessed was whatever juices eyeballs had on them. You watched as Blue took one of your steak knives, tiny enough in her hand that she could hold it with just her index finger and thumb, and used it to carve off meat from the corpse. Of course, you knew that that knife didn't have enough sharpness to it to cut the meat clean from the deer's bones, so it was more like she was tearing the meat from the deer, using the knife as a formality.

She was placing the meat on one of your cooking trays that she had brought down with her. Judging by the tower of meat already on it, you guessed that she had been at her work for a while now. Taking in her firm, blue backside, which to your embarrassment started a stirring in your loins, you cleared your throat to get her attention. "Uh, Blue, what brought this on?"
You heard a swallowing noise coming from her before she turned around, greeting you with the sight of her face covered in blood. Evidently, she had been sampling small scraps of her kill while harvesting it. You saw her blush at the sight of the look you were giving her, and she quickly brought up the bottom of her apron to wipe her face clean, though she put too much force into it since the apron tore in half as she did, exposing the bottom of her toned navel and her vagina.
"I AM SORRY, HUSBAND. I WANTED TO TREAT YOU TO BR-BRU...? FOOD!" the oni girl shouted at you, not caring about her ruined apron. Taking in the deer-related mess surrounding you, Blue's blush intensified as her eyes locked onto the floor, fiddling with her fingers.

Sighing, you brought your hand up to her hair, ruffling it. "It's fine, this time at least. But please, tell me before you go hunting next time, okay?"
The oni girl's black sclera lit up at your words, her expression turning to one of pure joy as she swiftly pulled you in for a one-armed hug, nearly crushing you, picking up the meat tray with her other hand. Shifting her arm so that she was now cradling you, she skipped through the basement towards the stairs, her hopping causing your house to shake every time she brought one of her feet down. Thankfully, she remembered to compose herself before climbing the stairs, ensuring no further damage would be done outside of the feet imprints she had just left on your basement floor.
"THEN LET US ENJOY FOOD, HUSBAND!"

Sighing, you shrugged mentally as your 'wife' carried you to the kitchen, making a note to have her clean up the mess she'd made before it started to stink up the house.