Crimson Streets at Dawn ~ The Hospital Room Submerged in a Sea of Blood
The sunlight pouring through the iron door ripped off its hinges was an unnaturally deep, bloody red. Taeo’s massive paws came down on the asphalt with a wet squelch. Thick pads crushed through a slippery fluid. The entire street had become an exhibition of burst meat. Intestines dangled from utility poles, vertebrae punched through car windshields, and an ocean of blood coated the ground in glistening crimson. Every human launched skyward by the reversed gravity had fallen back to earth without exception, exploding into red mist with sickening wet pops.
Taeo wrinkled his snout and drew a deep breath. Had he still been human, the overwhelming stench of blood, guts, and loosened bowels would have dropped him to his knees in vomiting. But the olfactory receptors of the nearly ninety-kilogram giant wolf translated even this nightmare into clean signals of protein and iron. The loathsome humans who had ruled the world were gone. The soul-crushing job searches, the ex-girlfriend’s contemptuous stare, the rent due every month—everything had vanished along with the droplets of blood still drifting in the air.
“Arf.” Taeo gave a short bark and lazily waved his tail. Not a single living human scent remained. Only the flapping of torn clothes in the wind and the gurgle of blood running into storm drains disturbed the silence. He rolled his powerful shoulders, displaying the heavy muscle beneath his black pelt, and strolled down the center of the road. With every step the heavy sheath between his hind legs swung and slapped against his inner thighs. Even unaroused, its sheer mass was monstrous. The thick, fur-covered foreskin was wider than a grown man’s forearm, and the violent organ lurking inside radiated feverish heat, impatient to pierce and claim.
Then a single strange note threaded through the dry city wind. Taeo’s steps halted. His pricked ears swiveled like antennae toward the source. In the part of his brain that dissected millions of scent particles, a lightning bolt of raw stimulus struck. It shredded the reek of blood and rotting viscera and drove straight into his sinuses—something like a lily bathed in moonlight. At the same time it was the cool, sweet aroma of a virgin who had never known a male, trembling in absolute terror.
A low, strangled growl tore from Taeo’s throat. The last fragile threads of human reason that had been calmly observing the situation ripped apart like wet paper. Nothing remained but a single, absolute imperative: find the source of that scent, explore her to the deepest core, crush her beneath him, and pump her full of his seed until she belonged to him forever.
The physical reaction was brutally immediate. Hot, sticky fluid cascaded onto the asphalt with a loud splat. From between his hind legs the thick sheath peeled back as the monstrous red shaft began to emerge. Thirty centimeters and still growing, it rose rigid and brutal. Most horrifying was the bone running through its center—the os penis. Unlike a human cock that gradually filled with blood, the os penis locked into steel-hardness the instant it appeared, angled perfectly for penetration. Thick veins writhed like worms beneath the glistening red surface; the shaft had already surpassed the girth of a woman’s wrist.
“GRRAAAWWWR!” The lust-driven roar of the beast shook the empty city. At the base, the bulbus glandis—the knot—began to swell as it drank in blood, promising grotesque expansion. The pressure was unbearable, the itch to ejaculate maddening. If he did not force this massive bony pillar inside a warm body and lock her with an inflated knot, it felt as though his own veins would burst.
Thick ropes of saliva poured from Taeo’s muzzle. His bloodshot golden-red eyes fixed on the source of the sweet scent: the large hospital building in the distance. His hind legs shattered the asphalt with a thunderous crack. Claws gouged concrete, throwing up sparks. The mountain of black fur tore forward like a cannonball, wind screaming past his ears. His only target was the fragile female who would take his beastly cock.
At the same time, inside a private hospital room, Lee Eunha was stranded in the middle of hell.
“Ah… aaaaah…”
Tears streamed without pause from her unfocused, cloudy silver eyes. Her porcelain-pale skin was spattered with dark clots of blood. The face that had once seemed delicate enough to let light pass through was now blue with terror. Waist-length black hair, once sleek and straight, was matted with blood and gore, hardening into grotesque spikes.
Yet what drove Eunha to the brink was not the loss of sight. It was touch and smell. Every surface her slender fingers met confirmed the nightmare. Her palm brushed something wet and squishy. Sticky fluid oozed between her fingers—skull fragments and the soft gray matter they had once protected. The remains of the younger brother who had been groping her thighs and laughing obscenely only minutes earlier. Eunha retched silently and scrambled backward.
Squelch. Riiip. Each time she lifted a foot, the pooled blood made a revolting sticky sound. The air reeked of rust, half-digested food, and the acrid stench of loosened bowels. The constant beeps of medical machines, the footsteps of nurses, the rumble of traffic outside—everything had vanished. The world had fallen into absolute silence, broken only by the intermittent drip… drip… of blood falling from the ceiling into the puddle below.
Eunha wrapped trembling arms around her thin shoulders. One hundred sixty-two centimeters tall, waist under sixty, breasts rising and falling beneath a single thin sheet. A body with zero fighting strength. For a blind woman, the odds of survival were zero. The realization that the world had truly ended froze the blood in her veins. She would either starve among the rotting corpses or be torn apart alive by strays drawn by the scent of blood. Despair slid across her throat like a cold blade.
Then the floor vibrated.
Thud. The tremor traveled up through her pelvis and into her spine. Eunha’s narrow shoulders jerked. She had not imagined it.
Thud. Thud. Regular, heavy intervals. Something of immense mass was crushing the marble hallway floor as it approached. Not human footsteps—four massive pillars striking in turn.
Scraaaape. Scrape. The chilling sound of enormous claws gouging and slipping across marble. Eunha’s breath locked in her throat. Gooseflesh raced across her pale neck. With her vision gone, her hearing painted the approaching creature in perfect, terrifying detail: a giant, heavy beast walking in a straight line toward the exact room where she was trapped.
“W-who…” she whispered into the void, then instantly regretted it. She had just announced her location.
A low, guttural sound answered—wet, scraping, as though massive lungs were dragging air across raw vocal cords. The very atmosphere of the hallway seemed to vibrate with each breath. But worse than the sound was the scent that slammed into her. It overpowered the blood and death, thick, wild, and violently male. The smell of hot fur, feverish body heat, and beneath it all an overwhelming, fishy musk of precum.
Splat. Sticky. With every step, heavy drops of fluid hit the floor and clung. Eunha did not know the exact source, but her body understood. The monster beyond the door did not intend to kill her quickly. It meant to devour her alive, rape her, and tear her apart in this narrow, dark room.
She crawled frantically, nails breaking as she clawed across the slippery blood, trying to reach the corner. Her back met cold wall. There was nowhere left to run.
Thud. The footsteps stopped directly outside the open doorway. Eunha’s fragile body shook like a leaf in a storm. Though she could not see, she felt the temperature spike. A wave of hot, wet heat washed over her face as if a living furnace had entered the room. The cool, silver world she had lived in was being devoured by the beast’s overwhelming presence.
The air shifted. A colossal shadow fell across her. Every fine hair on her body stood upright. In the darkness she could feel it—two glowing red eyes staring down at her.
From above came a sound no human throat could replicate.
A wet huff. A deep inhale. The beast had lowered its muzzle to the crown of her head and was sniffing her frantically, dragging her scent deep into its lungs. Cold sweat slid down Eunha’s neck. Her heart hammered beneath pale skin like a broken clock.
The first day the world ended. For the blind Lee Eunha, true hell began the moment the hot breath of that enormous lump of black fur brushed the tip of her nose.