Shame, Fear, and the Strange Relief of Despair
On the back of the massive beast, the blind woman panted desperately for air. A crude makeshift harness woven from thick blankets and leather straps bound the giant wolf’s torso in a vise-like grip. Eunha clung to those straps as if they were her only lifeline, pressing her essentially naked lower body flush against the beast’s thickly furred back. Her upper half was swallowed up by the oversized black fleece hoodie he had tossed her, but beneath it she wore nothing at all.
Every time one of his enormous forepaws struck the mart’s smooth floor and propelled them forward, the heat of his body and the restless flex of muscle radiated straight into her torn pelvis and the raw insides of her thighs. Thud. Thud. The heavy footfalls created an eerie echo inside the hollow shell of the supermarket.
The world outside was different. It was a living hell of giant insect wings slicing the air and the wet crunch of chitinous jaws tearing into still-living prey. But inside this enormous building, the silence was unnervingly absolute. Aside from the occasional scrape of broken glass shards across the floor when the wind blew through, not even the scuttle of a single rat could be heard.
Eunha twitched her nose. A blind person’s sense of smell had been honed as sharply as any beast’s. The stench that had been vibrating through the air since they passed through the entrance was no ordinary blood. It was the sharp, acidic reek of corrosive secretions that stung the nasal membranes, the foul odor of ruptured bodily fluids from giant mantises and mutated insects—rotten fruit and sewer sludge mixed together.
Crunch. Crack.
“Mmph… ugh.”
Every so often the vibration of something hard and brittle shattering beneath the beast’s paws traveled up through her body. The remains of giant insects. And smothering that nauseating stench, pressing down on everything, was the thick, heavy musk of the beast’s pheromones. Before Taeo had dragged her inside this mart, he had savagely torn apart and trampled every foreign creature that had dared approach the area. The scent markers he had sprayed from the entrance all the way through the store formed an invisible barrier of blood.
He had carried out a thorough massacre so that no insect would dare set foot inside the overwhelming predator’s territory.
A chill raced down Eunha’s spine. She buried her face in the thick fur at the nape of the beast’s neck. This silence was not peace. It was a grave-like stillness born of absolute violence and slaughter.
At some point the beast’s steps halted. The thick, rough tail that had been supporting her backside loosened its hold. Eunha carefully slid her legs free from the giant mound of fur now crouched low to the floor and slipped down.
The cold touch of linoleum met her bare feet.
“Ah—!”
When she tried to put weight on her legs, a tearing pain forced a small cry from her throat and she collapsed. Just before her knees slammed into the floor, a huge muzzle nudged her waist, redirecting her fall. Something soft caught her from behind. Her groping hands found the stiff texture of fabric and the give of springs. A mattress from the rest area or furniture section.
Eunha curled into a ball on top of it. She wore only the hoodie, her lower body completely exposed, yet she no longer had the strength to feel shame.
The swelling of that enormous cock. The brutal stab of bone against her cervix. The horrifying knot that had stretched and torn both her anus and vaginal walls at once. The aftermath of their mating had left the insides of her thighs caked with dried fluids, semen, and dark streaks of blood. Her entire lower half burned as if on fire, and the muscles of her pelvic floor were so thoroughly wrecked that even trying to close her legs hurt.
The beast’s hot breath washed over the sensitive skin between her thighs.
“T-Taeo… let me rest a little. Please…”
With trembling hands Eunha tried to tug the hem of the hoodie down to cover her exposed sex. A low, threatening growl rumbled from deep inside the beast’s chest. One massive paw came down on her slender ankle, then mercilessly wrenched both legs apart.
“Aaaagh! No, it hurts… it hurts!”
Her ruined holes were laid completely bare to the cold air between her forcibly spread thighs. The beast’s intention was clear. He would heal his female’s damaged openings with his saliva so he could resume their endless mating. His primal instinct was merciless.
Splat. Slurp.
The beast’s rough, thirty-centimeter tongue swept over her swollen pussy like a living lash. “Hiiiek! Haah, ngh…!” Eunha’s back arched like a bow and bounced against the mattress. The inhumanly coarse papillae scraped mercilessly across the torn, bleeding membrane at her entrance.
Squelch. Scrape. Suck.
The beast narrowed his tongue and forced it deep inside her, stirring the mixture of his own semen, her juices, and blood all the way to her cervix. “Aaaagh! Stop, please… it’s reaching so deep—ugh, I can feel it touching—!”
She pushed desperately at his huge snout with both hands, but the rock-hard head refused to budge. The beast’s hot, sticky saliva flooded the wounds. The powerful anti-inflammatory agents and growth factors within the mucus began to seep into torn blood vessels and shredded muscle. The burning pain that had felt like being carved by knives suddenly vanished, replaced by a bizarre warmth that spread through her lower body. The forced cellular regeneration brought with it a strange itch and throbbing ache.
“Mmph… ahh… it feels weird… like something inside me is melting…”
Where the pain had been, an eerie pleasure began to take root alongside the foreign sensation. But the beast did not stop. The tongue that had been scouring her vagina withdrew, only to slide toward her completely ruptured, bleeding anus.
Squelch. Slurp. Suck.
His saliva poured into the torn sphincter. When the tip of his tongue invaded the rectal wall and ravaged the wounds, Eunha curled her toes and gasped for breath. The sight of this giant wolf alternately plundering her excretory and reproductive organs, pumping her full of healing saliva to forcibly stitch her back together—this was a humiliation that should have driven any rational human insane.
Yet what terrified Eunha most was the realization that her body was gradually adapting to the beast’s oral healing.
“Haah… haah… the bleeding stopped… please, Taeo, that’s enough.”
Tears streamed down her face as she begged, but the beast continued his ministrations until the torn pelvic floor muscles had knit together enough to once again accept his massive knot. Only then did he stop.
After the endless cycle of violation and healing, her lower body glistened, coated in the beast’s slippery saliva. Yet the pain from all the tearing and rupture had vanished as if it had never existed. Eunha staggered to her feet on the mattress. The beast nudged her back with his nose—an unspoken command to move deeper inside.
Biting her lip hard, Eunha began walking down the store aisle once more, naked from the waist down. Every time the cold air brushed against the wet skin between her legs, goosebumps rose across her body.
After several minutes the air grew cooler and drier. At some point she had descended an escalator while clinging to Taeo’s back; without sight, she could never have managed the slope alone. They had reached the underground level of the mart.
The scents that reached Eunha’s nose now were dust, the musty smell of cardboard boxes, and the dry aroma of grains. Thud. Scrape. Her bare feet carried her forward. She stretched both hands into the empty air, groping until her fingertips met the cold, solid frame of metal shelving. Sweeping her hands across the shelves, she felt rows of smooth cylindrical metal cans. Canned goods.
With every step she encountered the rustle of plastic packaging, the heavy texture of rice in giant sacks, the sharp corners of stacked ramen boxes. Her heartbeat began to quicken. The spatial awareness she had cultivated while studying statistics spun rapidly inside her mind—the length of her strides, the arrangement of the metal shelves, the radius of Taeo’s scent-checking movements, the way sound echoed. This was no ordinary display floor.
It was a massive underground food storage warehouse beneath the supermarket. A space sealed away from outside light, insulated by thick walls that kept the temperature stable. Eunha’s trembling hands tore open one of the boxes to confirm its contents. Hundreds of vacuum-sealed packets of jerky. By rough estimate, hundreds of tons. Between the low-moisture dried foods and canned goods alone, there were roughly eight hundred tons of supplies.
The frozen meat in the cold storage would have begun thawing after the power failed, but with early winter temperatures outside, the rate of spoilage would be dramatically slowed. Eunha sank to the floor in the middle of the warehouse. Dry calculations completed themselves inside her head—her own minimum daily caloric needs, and the enormous protein requirements of a ninety-kilogram beast who never stopped mating and hunting.
Even accounting for spoilage, this mountain of food would sustain the two of them for at least a year and a half, possibly as long as two years, without ever needing to set foot outside. They had survived. In this hellish world of mutated insects, the threat of starvation had been completely erased.
Yet even as relief washed over her, a thick, sticky black despair surged up from the deepest part of her soul. Inside this sealed underground warehouse, once the problem of food and water was solved, only one thing remained.
A low growl rumbled behind her. Sniff. Taeo’s huge muzzle pressed against the shoulder of her hoodie, inhaling deeply, then exhaled a hot breath that traced the curve of her bare ass. Just the two of them. Inside this lightless tomb of provisions where every sound was perfectly muffled. It meant she would be forced to spread her legs every single day, endure gut-wrenching expansion, and have her body stitched back together with saliva in a nightmare of mating that would continue for years.
Abundant food was not a blessing. It was nothing more than an endless supply of nutrients to raise her as the beast’s perfect breeding female.