Recollection, Fear, and Grotesque Tranquility
The air in the underground warehouse was cool and heavy. In the space hemmed in by towering metal shelves and cardboard boxes, a new scent flooded Eunha's hypersensitive nose. Beneath the dry aroma of grains and the metallic tang of canned goods lay the faint chemical bite of plastic packaging and dampness.
Thud. Scrape. Eunha stepped forward barefoot across the cold floor. She swept her fingertips through the air and brushed against a massive, smooth bulk of plastic. She ran her entire palm over the surface. The texture of tightly bundled cylindrical plastic bottles. It was drinking water—six two-liter PET bottles wrapped together in plastic, stacked in towering layers on wooden pallets that rose well above the height of a grown man.
With trembling hands, Eunha shuffled sideways, counting the pallets. One. Two. Three. Four… There was no end. The sheer volume of water was so vast it strained even a blind woman's heightened senses to comprehend.
"Taeo… is that all water up ahead too? Can you tell me how much there is?" Eunha whispered cautiously into the empty air.
Hrrng. Sniff sniff. The giant beast's hot breath brushed against her calf. The sound of Taeo's enormous body moving across the floor echoed through the warehouse.
Tap. Tap-tap. Thump! The footsteps were lighter than his usual heavy, threatening tread. The crisp scrape of claws against linoleum as the beast darted excitedly back and forth. Taeo was clearly thrilled. After the apocalypse, the creature had survived on nothing but the bloody raw meat of mutated insects and foul puddle water. Discovering this clean, near-limitless supply of fresh water must have been pure bliss.
Eunha stood motionless, listening to the beast race around. The heavy thump of his tail happily slapping against metal shelves. The sharp teeth tearing through plastic wrapping, the rush of cold water, and the frantic lapping of that rough tongue.
Slurp. Lick-lick. Gulp. Gulp.
As she listened to the sound of the beast quenching its thirst, a faint smile bloomed on Eunha's dry lips.
If only… I could see. I might have been able to picture what Taeo looks like.
Suddenly, a chill of regret stirred in her chest.
If my vision had been even slightly clearer, if I could have seen this vast world with my own eyes… before becoming trapped like this, I could have traveled more, experienced more.
But the shallow remorse did not linger. The memories that flickered through Eunha's mind had never been painted in beautiful colors.
Even as she battled the rare disease that was stealing her sight, she had clenched her teeth and studied with desperate fury to enter the college of pharmacy. Yet what she gained there was not pride. Only the bitter jealousy of classmates who envied a "pathetic blind girl" for outperforming them. And above all… the vile selfishness and disgust that hid behind the word family.
Eunha's breathing grew ragged. Even though the warehouse air was cool, an invisible pressure crushed her lungs.
Especially her younger brother.
When he was in high school and she had just started university. Back when her sight had nearly vanished and she could barely distinguish light from dark, her other senses had sharpened to an almost violent degree.
Creeeeak…
In the dead of night, the sound of her bedroom door opening with agonizing slowness. If she lay perfectly still pretending to sleep, the stealthy footsteps would stop right beside her pillow.
Sssip… Haaa…
The sticky, irregular breathing in the darkness. The smell of a pubescent boy's unwashed sweat and the strangely fishy scent of semen that stung her nose.
He never spoke. He simply stood there, gaze crawling over her face, her chest, the curves of her blanket. That persistent, obscene sexual stare felt like physical fingers dragging across her skin—skin that was losing its sight.
The days her underwear kept disappearing from the laundry basket. Eunha had known everything, yet she forced herself to pretend she didn't, gripping the blanket like a lifeline, feigning sleep.
The nightmare of enduring her younger brother's secret lust for his blind older sister, night after night, trapped beneath the yoke of family.
"Haah… haah… ah…"
Strength fled Eunha's legs. She collapsed to the floor, clawing at her own throat. Her mind, drowning in memory, began to hallucinate. Her heart hammered as if she could hear that fishy breathing right behind her.
Better that it all ended.
Pressing her forehead to the cold linoleum, Eunha screamed inside her own head.
It's a blessing they all died crushed under the weight of their own greed… that those disgusting bastards are gone. This is better…!
KRRAAANG!
The beast's roar shook the warehouse. Taeo's sensitive senses had detected the sharp spike of cortisol pouring from Eunha's skin and the frantic thunder of her heartbeat.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Ninety kilograms of muscle charged forward with enough force to shatter the floor.
"Huk… huuaa… don't come…"
The instant Eunha curled into a protective ball—
Splat!
A hot, heavy chest covered her back. It was Taeo. His massive foreleg wrapped around her fragile shoulders as if to crush them. Forty-degree breath poured over the crown of her head.
Grrrrng… Sssip.
Taeo's snout rubbed frantically against her nape and cheek.
Slurp. Liiiiick.
That thirty-centimeter-long, thick, rough tongue dragged over her entire face. Sticky saliva coated her sweat-cold forehead, her tear-filled eyes, her bloodless lips.
"Hak… uht… Tae… o…"
The beast's licking was not sexual. It was a desperate, instinctive attempt to soothe his distressed mate—his property—by covering her in his scent and saliva. The thick fluid seeped into her skin, spreading a strange, calming warmth. The overwhelming musk of the giant male beast filled her nose, completely erasing the memory of her brother's vile, fishy stench.
Eunha reached up with shaking arms and clung to Taeo's thick neck. She buried her face in his dense fur and listened to the slow, powerful beat of his heart.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Slower and heavier than any human heart. That primal rhythm gradually pulled her back from the brink of panic.
"Thank you… thank you, Taeo…"
Once her breathing steadied, Taeo stopped his frantic licking and relaxed the foreleg around her. Instead, he rested his massive jaw on her shoulder, sharing his body heat.
Some time passed. When Eunha's mind finally cleared, the physical reality of her situation returned.
Her upper body was clothed in a fleece hoodie, but from the waist down she was completely naked. Between her legs, her pussy, inner thighs, and anus were crusted with a grotesque mixture of Taeo's massive load of semen, her own juices, blood from her ruptured vaginal walls, and the healing saliva he had forced into her. The entire lower half of her body felt stiff, coated like some bizarre membrane.
The realization that they had unlimited water triggered an overwhelming wave of modern-day germophobia. Staying covered in bacteria was asking for disease—especially while living with what was essentially a giant wolf. Hygiene mattered. Who knew what kind of infections might exist now?
Eunha carefully slipped from Taeo's embrace. She groped across the floor toward the burst pack of water bottles and picked up an intact two-liter PET bottle. With trembling fingers she twisted the cap.
Click. Ziiiip.
She sat down, spread her legs wide, and upended the bottle, pouring the icy water directly onto her lower body.
Gush. Shaaaaaaa.
"Ahh…! Hya…"
The freezing stream slammed against her swollen cervix, the torn folds of her pussy, and her anus. Dried clumps of semen and blood melted and splattered onto the floor. The sudden chill brought sharp, stabbing pain that made her twist her hips.
That was when it happened.
Grrrrrrrrrr…!
A bone-rattling, murderous growl erupted from the beast's chest—the same chest that had been gently licking her cheek moments ago.
Thwack!
Crack. Splash…
Taeo's massive paw knocked the bottle from her hands. Eunha flinched. The beast's hot breath rushed between her freshly washed thighs. Drool dripped from his jaws onto her bare skin.
He was furious. The scent of his claim—his semen filling her womb, his saliva healing her wounds—was being washed away by tasteless water. His primal instinct would not tolerate the removal of his perfect mark.
The killing intent radiating from him suggested he might tear into her nape at any second.
But Eunha knew this rage pattern to her very bones. She understood the razor-thin line between his lust and his possessiveness.
"Uht. Calm down…"
With both hands still shaking, she reached out and gently cupped the giant, wet nose that was growling threateningly in the air.
Grr…? Huff.
The growl faltered.
"Let's… wash together, Taeo," she whispered, silver eyes glistening with unshed tears as she stared into nothingness. "It's too dirty… I can smell blood, and insects… Your body must be covered in it too."
Sssip. Sniff.
The beast rubbed his nose against her palms. Eunha's lips trembled as she offered the fatal compromise.
"After we're clean… you can cover me again. Fill me with your scent… again."
Not erasing his mark—but preparing for it to be renewed. The perfect blend of submission and seduction made the beast's instincts surge.
Plop.
The threatening ninety-kilogram fur mountain collapsed obediently at her knees. His tail swept slowly across the floor. Permission granted.
Eunha exhaled deeply and gathered the scattered bottles. She cleaned herself first, carefully pushing fingers inside her pussy to scrape out the sticky remnants of semen, letting them wash away with the cold water.
"Ahk… uht… it stings…"
The cleaner she became inside, the more goosebumps rose—equal parts fear and twisted anticipation at the thought of that massive knot forcing its way back in.
Once her lower body was clean, she crawled on her knees toward Taeo's massive frame. She poured bottle after bottle over his black fur.
Splash. Shaaaa.
The beast shivered slightly at the cold. Eunha scrubbed vigorously with both hands, washing away acidic insect blood, dirt, and the metallic stench of gore. She cleaned his back, his neck, his powerful chest.
Then her hands moved lower—toward his lower belly and groin.
There, the beast's most violent instincts waited.
Her slender fingertips brushed the smooth, hairless skin of his groin.
Hrrng… Huff. Huff.
His breathing turned rough instantly. What she touched was the thick foreskin of his still-partially aroused cock. Inside lay the red shaft and rigid os penis thick as a man's forearm even at rest.
The fur around it was crusted with her own dried blood and mucus. Eunha swallowed hard and poured water over it.
Trickle. Squish.
As the blood softened, she gripped the massive sheath with both hands and carefully cleaned it.
"Hiiit… it's too… big…"
The involuntary moan escaped her. The tactile memory of how that monstrous thing had torn through her cervix flooded back. She felt it twitch in her palms, already beginning to heat and swell again. The veins pulsed, stretching her fingers with overwhelming girth.
Startled, she quickly rinsed away the last of the blood and pulled her hands back.
The warehouse floor was now soaked with their combined fluids—her juices and blood, the insect ichor and filth washed from Taeo's fur. The scents of two creatures mingled grotesquely in the puddles, a bizarre and peaceful compromise between a beast's killing rage and a female's total submission.
When the soaked, naked Eunha began to shiver, Taeo shook his clean fur with a vigorous puff and once again draped his massive body over hers.