Blood and Filth on the Hospital Floor
Galya’s world had been thoroughly ravaged, crushed flat against the floor.
“Hngh. Khrghk.”
A blind woman’s pitch-black universe, where sight did not exist.
Within that darkness, the only realities she could perceive were the overwhelming mass mercilessly piercing her lower body and the searing agony that came with it.
The weight of a beast close to ninety kilograms bore down on her delicate back with zero mercy, slamming her against the cold marble floor.
“Hahk, haaah… Aaaaaagh!”
Galya’s slender ribcage was crushed at an unnatural angle, the bones screaming as if they were being wrenched apart.
Yet even that suffocating pain was nothing compared to the biological catastrophe unfolding in her most intimate depths.
The massive bulb filling the narrow channel of her vagina—bulbus glandis.
Stimulated by her fragile body heat and the tight internal resistance, the beast’s lower half drank in her blood at a horrifying speed, grotesquely swelling in size.
The knot, already terrifyingly thick, had torn the muscles at her entrance to their absolute limit.
But the predator’s body, now at the peak of rut, was not satisfied.
-Squish. Squelch.
The nauseating sound of living flesh twisting and stretching.
The base of the beast’s shaft twitched violently once more, then ballooned to an even more monstrous size.
“Aaaaaagh! Hngh, ugh…!”
A scream that threatened to rip her vocal cords burst from Galya’s throat.
It was not a simple cry of pain. It was a primal shriek born from the sensation of a chunk of meat far beyond human proportions forcing itself completely inside her narrow passage and destroying her organs.
The enlarged knot mercilessly shoved her vaginal vestibule left and right.
Faced with that overwhelming violence, Galya’s body made the worst possible defensive choice.
Her vaginal entrance muscles, sensing extreme pain, reflexively contracted—clamping down like an iron vice around the back of the swollen beastly bulb.
The permanent binding that occurs during canine copulation.
A perfect tie had been established.
-Khrghk. Crunch.
“Hrrrk! Kgh, ugh…!”
Galya’s entire body thrashed on the floor like a fish struck by lightning.
The beast and the female were now biologically locked together, allowing not even a single millimeter of gap. A nightmarish restraint.
Unless the beast itself drained the blood from its knot and shrank, no physical force in the world could free her from this enormous male’s embrace.
She had locked the gates of hell with her own body.
In that state of perfect fixation, the beast tightened its jaws around the nape of her neck and pressed its massive hips flush against the floor without the slightest gap.
There was simply no physical space left.
The depth of Galya’s vagina was barely fifteen centimeters at most. Yet the beast’s penile bone—the os penis—thrusting mercilessly against her cervix was far too long.
That hard, sharp, steel-like structure battered her cervix without mercy, twisting her internal organs.
Unable to withstand the mass of the colossal weapon, Galya’s uterus was forced from its original position and surged violently upward.
Displaced and shoved toward her back, the uterus immediately crushed her small and large intestines. The organs were driven upward in a chain reaction, forcibly lifting her diaphragm.
“Huu… Heuk, hahk…”
The space available for her lungs had been cut in half.
With her breathing blocked, Galya’s lips turned blue. Her slender fingers, clawing at the air, trembled violently from oxygen deprivation.
Her organs were tangled at will and slammed upward—an overwhelming violation of her viscera.
The situation in her lower pelvis, where the enlarged knot had settled, was nothing short of horrific.
The pelvic floor muscle bundles, the core foundation supporting her vaginal walls, had been stretched to the breaking point. They snapped one by one—pop, pop—causing a third-degree tear.
The agony of muscle fibers ripping apart shot straight up her spine and into her brain.
If any more force were applied, the tear would clearly escalate into a fourth-degree rupture, destroying her anal sphincter and rectal wall as well.
Beyond her control, hot urine trickled from her crushed urethra, mixing with the pool of blood on the floor.
It was a wretched result of total paralysis of survival functions—too severe even for shame to register.
Yet the aberrant predator that had dragged her to the bottom of hell had not even unleashed half of its true instincts.
-Grrrrrrrr.
From deep in the beast’s thick throat came a low, vibrating growl filled with the ecstasy of having completely subdued and claimed its prey.
Hot beast saliva dripped between the teeth locked around her nape, soaking her pale neck.
Deep inside Galya’s belly, just before the tip of the pillar reached her cervix, the beast’s enormous prostate began to convulse violently once again.
The mating of a wild wolf does not end with a single ejaculation.
For the long ten or twenty minutes that the tie is maintained, the male repeatedly contracts his prostate at regular intervals, flooding the female’s womb with his seed until it is packed full.
And now, that horrific cycle of multiple ejaculations was beginning in earnest.
-Splurt. Gush.
“Aaaah! Hrrrk… Kgh!”
Galya’s back arched like a bow about to snap.
Every five or ten seconds.
Following that steady rhythm, cannonballs of mucus slammed violently against her narrow inner walls.
An overwhelming volume that could not even be compared to the meager fluid of a human male.
Each time the prostate contracted, a thick, scorching torrent of beast semen—fifty to nearly a hundred milliliters—cascaded like a waterfall between her torn cervical opening and vaginal walls.
-Splsh! Spluuurt! Squelch.
Hundreds of milliliters of boiling fluid pouring in without end.
Under normal circumstances, such an enormous volume of mucus would have surged back out through her entrance and spilled onto the floor.
But Galya’s entrance was already sealed tight as a cork by the massively swollen knot.
Not a single drop could escape. Every ounce of that mass was trapped entirely inside her body.
“Hnghk, ngh… My belly, my belly’s going to burst… Aaaagh!”
Galya’s lower abdomen—on a body that stood only 162 centimeters and weighed a mere 50 kilograms—had been flat and delicate. Now it grotesquely swelled like a pregnant woman’s, forced to contain the beast’s enormous cock and the dozens, hundreds of milliliters of semen gushing from its tip.
Her thin abdominal skin stretched to its limit, dark blue veins bulging prominently.
The horrifying sensation of dozens of boiling water balloons being crammed into her belly and forcibly expanded.
Amid the burning pain that felt as if her organs were melting, Galya’s brain desperately tried to flip its own fuse and black out.
The bleeding continued. Her pelvic floor muscles were shredded. The pressure on her anal sphincter teetered on the edge of a fourth-degree tear.
A clear biological despair. Death by shock was staring her in the face.
Yet Galya’s heart did not stop.
No—the beast’s fluids were forcibly preventing her heart from stopping.
-Gush. Squelch.
Within the hot, viscous sea of semen filling her belly, a bizarre and supernatural chemical reaction of healing began.
The fluids of a beast that had evolved into a colossal aberrant mutant. They contained an overwhelming concentration of regenerative accelerants capable of miraculously repairing destroyed tissue, along with powerful analgesic components that paralyzed the nervous system.
The mucus seeped thickly into the torn mucous membranes of her vaginal walls and the severed ends of her pelvic floor muscles.
In the horrific puddle of blood, filth, and the beast’s seed, Galya’s ruined cells greedily drank in the semen’s components. Hemostasis and coagulation began at a terrifying speed.
“Haa… Ah, ngh…”
The beastly screams that had torn from Galya’s mouth gradually transformed into thin, panting breaths.
The level-ten burning pain that had felt like a red-hot iron rod stirring her guts slowly dulled around the areas soaked by the semen, subsiding into a heavy, dull heat of level seven.
Endorphin-like substances explosively secreted by the fluid in direct contact with her mucous membranes forcibly calmed her shredded nerves, erasing her sanity like a drug.
The arterial bleeding that had been pouring out miraculously ceased. The torn muscle fibers tangled together like spider silk using the semen as a medium, crudely stitching the flesh back together.
The bizarre itching and feverish heat that accompanied the healing process mixed with the violent friction of the beast’s cock, burning her sensory organs white.
“Huu… Haaa…”
Clear tears streamed from Galya’s unfocused silver pupils, wetting her earlobes.
The heightened senses of a blind woman, deprived of sight, were reading every detail of the perverse and grotesque survival mechanism taking place inside her body.
That colossal weapon that shattered her, crushed her pelvis as if to break it, and shoved her organs upward to cut off her breath.
Yet at the same time, the hot fluids endlessly spurting from its tip, swelling her lower belly like a pregnant woman’s, were patching her torn flesh, erasing her pain, and forcibly keeping her alive.
Without this monster’s mucus, she would have died instantly from the shock and hemorrhage of the very first penetration.
The horrific liquid now flooding into her body was thoroughly destroying her while simultaneously filling her, healing her, and forcing her to breathe.
In this terrible apocalypse where civilized society had collapsed and only beasts and giant insects remained, it was the most repulsive yet perfectly efficient law of survival that a frail human female had no choice but to accept.
Galya’s shallow reason shattered into pieces and completely dissolved into the beast’s thick pheromones.
Having lost even the will to resist, her slender arms unconsciously wrapped around the stiff, thick fur of the beast’s nape that pinned her down.
To survive.
Even amid the terror of her flesh being torn apart, to draw even one more drop of the hot, viscous beast fluid that healed her deep inside herself.
-Spluuuurt. Glorp.
Another massive pulse of the male’s ejaculation erupted.
The fresh mucus surging from the convulsing prostate pressed even more heavily on Galya’s belly, which was already swollen to the point of bursting.
Instead of screaming in agony, she now only gasped, her lips twitching helplessly as she became utterly dependent on the bizarre numbness and fullness the beast’s fluids delivered through her bloodstream.
The beast’s rough breath licked hotly across her pale cheek.
The duration of the tie showed no sign of ending. Galya’s body was slowly, yet perfectly, being remade into the most comfortable and resilient biological cradle for containing and preserving the giant wolf’s vile seed.
On the hospital floor that reeked of blood, filth, the beast’s precum, and semen.
The contradictory yoke of the beast’s inescapable physical violence and the monstrous healing that followed carved an indelible, horrific brand deep into Galya’s soul and flesh.
Tears of despair and acceptance silently shattered across the beast’s black fur.