The Silent Dawn, A Grotesque Bond, and the Beast’s Blind Craving

The vast supermarket lay shrouded in the hush of early dawn. A grotesque sense of kinship hung in the air, along with the beast’s blind, insatiable hunger.

A colossal ruin dominated the nameless heart of the ruined city. Inside the abandoned megastore, an eerie vacuum reigned—completely sealing away the stench of corpses and acidic secretions that choked the outside world. All the lights had long since died, plunging the aisles into pitch-black darkness. Through those inky corridors, Eunha’s frail, naked body staggered forward, trembling with every step.

The smooth tiles beneath her bare feet felt like slabs of ice. Each movement sent jagged shards of phantom pain ripping through her shredded pelvic floor muscles and rectal walls, slamming into her spine like a hammer. “Haa… hng… hah……”

A broken, gasping wheeze leaked from between Eunha’s cracked lips. Clinging to the side of her slender thigh was a massive, misshapen black wolf weighing over ninety kilograms. His damp, enormous snout pressed flush against her skin with pathological obsession, refusing to allow even a single millimeter of space. The male’s sick fixation was absolute.

His stiff outer coat scraped against Eunha’s pale, bare flesh like sandpaper, while every step brought the beast’s scalding breath slamming against her hypersensitive skin. The male’s ferocious anxiety—that his scentless female might try to flee—translated into violent restraint, perfectly controlling her every stride and pace.

Yet even as she trembled in fear, Eunha did not push the huge muzzle away. Instead, she reached down with a shivering, cold hand and gently, tenderly stroked the snout and fur pressed so tightly to her thigh.

“It’s okay… I’m right here. I won’t run……”

At her whisper, a low, heavy vibration rumbled pleasantly from deep inside Taeo’s throat.

In Eunha’s ruined vision—her optic nerves burned away into a hazy blur—the supermarket’s layout was reconstructed solely from faint memories and the subtle shifts in air currents against her nose. The meat section. A place where cold air pooled and the metallic scent of protein lingered. Eunha sharpened her senses and moved toward the deepest part of the store, where the chill hung heavy against the walls.

Finally, her fingertips brushed against a cold metal frame and glass door. The refrigeration had long since failed without power, but inside the sealed display case, the lingering coolness still trapped the smell of raw meat that had not yet fully spoiled.

With trembling hands, Eunha pushed the heavy glass door open. A thick, metallic stench of blood rushed out.

-Gurgle. Glurk.

The moment she caught the scent, Eunha’s empty stomach—starved for days without even a sip of water—convulsed violently, forcing burning gastric acid back up her throat. “Ugh… kuh……”

Extreme hunger easily crushed what little human reason and disgust remained. A destructive appetite seized her, an urge to shove even blood-dripping raw meat into her mouth and devour it like an animal. The blind female’s mind went white with primal need.

She frantically reached out, grabbing the cold meat packs stacked on the shelf at random. The tough plastic wrap around the Styrofoam trays tore at her fingertips, but Eunha didn’t care. Like a beast, she used her white teeth to rip the packaging apart with savage force.

-Riiip. Thud.

The wrapping came away, and a heavy slab of cold beef—still soaked in blood—settled into her palms. The metallic fluid trickled over her hands. The impulse to bite straight into the raw flesh surged all the way to her throat. Sticky saliva flooded her mouth like a waterfall, and her jaw trembled.

But Eunha did not bring the meat to her own lips.

Still clutching the bloody slab, she slowly turned and bent at the waist toward the massive black wolf crouched beside her thigh. Then, with careful reverence, she offered the dripping chunk of raw meat directly in front of Taeo’s ferocious muzzle.

“Taeo… you eat first.”

Her voice was cracked and desperate from starvation. “You… you carried me… ran while carrying someone as heavy as me… you must be exhausted.”

In the silent, darkened aisle of the supermarket, the blind female’s action struck the mutated predator—who now lived by nothing but wild instinct—with a meaning far more powerful and shocking than any vow of submission.

In the world of beasts, where only the law of the jungle and pack hierarchy remained, food was the ultimate symbol of strength and rank. Claiming the first bloody morsel was the absolute privilege of the alpha who ruled the pack.

Yet here, this fragile, pitiable female—starving to the point of collapse, clutching her own hollow belly—was willingly offering the very first bite of the prey she had torn free to the male.

It was perfect obedience. A declaration that she was his possession, that she would worship him as her sole master and savior. It was a grotesque, blind brand of love—an insane willingness to lay even her own lifeline before his jaws.

Moreover, Taeo, who still retained human intelligence, understood perfectly. The reason Eunha had staggered straight to the meat section the moment they entered the store—despite barely being able to stand—was solely to feed him first.

-Hrrrnk. Sssnk.

Taeo’s massive chest swelled as he drew in a deep breath, inhaling the mingled scents of blood and Eunha’s tears. For a moment, the savage bloodlust in his glowing red eyes faded, replaced by something deep and sticky that flickered in their depths.

Eunha had braced herself, certain he would bare his fangs and greedily snatch the meat. But the beast did not open his jaws toward the offering.

-Sluuurp.

His enormous head moved past the meat and pressed heavily toward Eunha’s bloodless, pale face. Then his long, rough tongue—covered in hundreds of papillae—slid out, scalding hot.

-Chup. Lick.

The beast’s coarse tongue dragged slowly upward from the bottom of her cheek, thick and sticky, licking away the sweat and tears that covered her skin. The sandpaper friction soaked her thoroughly with his boiling saliva.

It was not the lick of a predator tasting prey. It was a ferocious praise, a response heavy with the male’s extreme possessiveness and grotesque form of affection for the pitiful female who had sworn perfect obedience to him.

“Ah… hng……”

Startled by the sudden display of beastly affection, Eunha flinched and let out a small moan. After licking her cheek once more, Taeo turned away sharply, completely ignoring the meat still held in her hand.

-Ka-thunk! Bang! Bang!

With a tremendous leap that shattered the marble tiles, the ninety-kilogram mountain of black fur shot like a bullet into the darkness.

“T-Taeo? Where are you—!”

Eunha reached out in panic, but the beast’s presence had already vanished toward another aisle. She was left alone, trembling in fear, when she finally sank to the floor.

Less than two or three minutes later, heavy footsteps approached once more.

-Thud. Clatter. Plop.

Taeo had returned from the darkness and was spitting out and dropping several heavy objects onto her bare knees and at her feet. Eunha flinched, then groped frantically to identify them. Soft, fluffy texture wrapped in plastic. A hard, smooth metal cylinder. A cold plastic bottle sloshing with liquid.

Milk bread, canned peaches, and a bottle of water.

The mutated beast, fully aware that her fragile human teeth and damaged stomach could not handle raw meat, had scoured every corner of the supermarket for processed foods—items that would smell only of disgusting chemicals to his nose—just to fill his female’s starving belly first.

“Ah… aah……”

A sob threatened to burst from Eunha’s throat but came out choked and stifled. In this hellish world where selfish survival instincts and betrayal reigned, where even her own parents and blood relatives had mocked her blindness and tried to sexually violate her, only this enormous, ferocious beast—who had torn and raped her—had responded to the single piece of raw meat she offered by hunting human food and placing it gently in her arms.

Eunha no longer hesitated. Her slender fingers trembled wildly as she picked up the can from ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the floor. The cold metal against her palm brought back the trauma of slicing her hand open while opening a can back at the abandoned motel. She flinched slightly.

“Taeo… can you… open this for me?”

Her voice was tiny and fragile, trembling. Not a command, but the miserable, obedient tone of a perfectly tamed animal awaiting her owner’s mercy.

At her call, Taeo’s pointed ears perked up sharply in the darkness.

-Huff. Huff.

He approached with low, heavy breaths and gave the back of her hand a single rough lick. The hot saliva soaked her skin, and Eunha shivered at the wild heat before offering the can forward.

-Sluuurp.

His massive muzzle moved toward the can. Even in the dark, his gleaming sharp fangs clamped onto the top. With a grip that could easily crush a human wrist, he applied slow, controlled pressure.

-Crunch! Squeeeeaak.

Accompanied by a low, scraping growl, the thick aluminum crumpled like paper. He adjusted his strength with bizarre precision so the contents wouldn’t spray everywhere. The lid tore halfway off, releasing a sweet, artificial syrup scent that flooded the blood-scented air of the supermarket.

Thud.

Taeo carefully pushed the dented can back into Eunha’s hand, angling it so his sharp teeth would not graze her fragile fingers. She cautiously felt inside the torn opening with trembling fingertips. Sticky syrup-coated peach slices met her touch. Without hesitation, she snatched one and shoved it desperately into her mouth.

-Chomp. Slurp. Gulp.

The artificial sweetness with a faint tang exploded across her tongue. The rush of sugar racing through her veins made her brain flicker white with electric ecstasy. The taste of real, human-made food after so long. Her shriveled stomach throbbed wildly as it absorbed the glucose.

“Taeo… it’s delicious. Really… so delicious.”

Tears dripped down Eunha’s cheeks as she smiled with blood-stained lips, a grotesque little grin. Her laughter in the darkness was small and wretched. She shoved two or three more slices into her mouth, then tilted the can toward Taeo’s huge muzzle.

“You eat too. I feel bad eating alone… Beasts like sweet things too, right?”

His damp nose drew close to the can’s opening. The male’s thick pheromones mingled strangely with the sweet fruit scent. Instead of opening his massive jaws to devour the whole can, Taeo ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠simply extended his long, rough tongue and carefully licked up a single peach slice.

-Chup. Lick. Slurp, slurp.

His enormous jaw moved as he slowly chewed the soft flesh. Sweet, sticky syrup dripped from his muzzle, falling in heavy drops onto the back of Eunha’s hand where she held the can. She did not avoid the sticky, alien sensation. Instead, she rested her other hand on his stiff chest fur and burrowed deeper into his body heat.

Taeo’s coat still carried the scent of city dust and a trace of blood, but to Eunha it felt more comforting and warm than any luxury perfume. The two of them sat on the blood-tinged floor of the ruined supermarket, sharing a single can of peaches in turns.

When Eunha picked up a dripping slice and held it to his mouth, Taeo hid his sharp fangs and accepted it gently with his soft tongue. When he carefully placed a large piece on her palm, she felt for it with her fingers and ate it. In perfect silence, without a single word exchanged, the beast and the female shared a horrifying meal communicated only through rough breathing and the faint tremors of body heat passed through fingertips.

Only after Eunha licked the last drops of syrup from the bottom of the can with her finger did the long hunger begin to subside. She set the empty can on the floor, leaned her forehead against the nape of Taeo’s neck as he curled around her like a living shield, and whispered softly.

“Taeo… can we… keep living like this?”

His huge muzzle turned and pressed against her cheek. He dragged his sandpaper tongue across her face in one long lick, cleaning away the tears and fruit syrup.

-Chup. Sliiick.

The beast’s boiling saliva trickled stickily down her pale skin. Eunha closed her eyes tightly at the blatant heat and sense of domination. The terror that once tore at her guts had somehow reversed into a necessary drug of salvation for survival. She let out a small, grotesque laugh of resignation.

“Yeah… because you’re here beside me……”

But the peaceful afterglow of their meal was nothing more than perfect foreplay that awakened yet another instinct in the wild predator.

The tongue that had been grooming her face did not stop. It changed direction and began moving downward with fierce intent. Hot, wet beastly breath rushed down her slender neck, blatantly brushing past her thin arms and rounded shoulders. The subtle rise in the female’s body temperature and the scent of her blood flow after eating assaulted the male’s nose.

“Hik…! T-Taeo… why…?”

Eunha flinched and twisted, but Taeo’s tongue roughly licked the soft skin inside her elbow. Then, moving like a snake, it mercilessly burrowed between her naked thighs, straight toward the horrific valley still crusted with blood and fluids.

-Squish. Slurp. Sliiick.

“Ahh! Hng… ugh…!”

His thick, rough tongue pried apart the bare flesh of her inner thighs and began obsessively licking around the still-healing entrance. Every time the papillae scraped raw skin, a stinging burn shot through her, but the enormous amount of saliva pouring from the beast’s mouth soaked the wounds, replacing the pain with a bizarre numbness. The throbbing area grew feverishly hot, as if a stove had been pressed against it.

Eunha held her breath at the wet, coarse sensation ravaging between her legs. Shame and humiliation should have flooded ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her, but the blind female’s brain—completely addicted to the beast’s hormones—squeezed out a spine-tingling sense of relief and pleasure from the filthy contact.

“Ugh… Taeo… stop, hng… please ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stop……”

Even as she verbally refused, her arms only clutched tighter at the thick fur of his nape, clinging desperately instead of fleeing. The beast’s tongue between her thighs never paused. Instead, his rough breathing gradually turned into the panting of rut, heating the cold air of the supermarket.

I must hurry and lick her torn wounds until they heal. I must perfectly repair her ruined insides with my saliva. Then I must push my massive bone rod back inside her, tie an indelible knot deep in her belly, and fill her completely with my seed.

It was the most beastly and destructive way for a mutated male to manage and claim his female. Eunha’s whole body shuddered at the terrible heat spreading through her thighs and the presence of the enormous fleshy mass between the beast’s hind legs, once again swelling with blood and producing grotesque wet sounds.

Inside the pitch-black darkness of the ruined megastore, the grotesque symbiosis between the beast and the blind female plunged once more into a violent whirlpool of heat, blood, and mucus.