Blood-Stained Love
I loved Yuan.
His touch was warm, and when he was near, he became an angel who swept every dark thought clean away.
My life had been dry and flavorless. Sometimes the loneliness grew so terrible, so absolute, that I would sink alone to the floor of the cave and weep for hours, unable to belong anywhere. That solitude had been eating me alive, eroding me bit by bit. Even when I tried to look away, it kept killing me in perfect silence—a life like darkness I could stretch my hands toward forever and never touch.
Into that life, Yuan arrived and gave me a reason to keep living.
I think about it sometimes. If I had never met him, what would I look like now? No—even the word “living” would be wrong. Back then I was only enduring. In the endless stretch of forest time I simply existed, breathing without meaning or purpose.
And then Yuan came to me so suddenly.
You’re beautiful.
That was what he said to me. He looked at me and called me beautiful.
Ah—s-sorry! That just slipped out of my mouth without thinking… I mean… ah…
He was truly, unbearably adorable.
I’ve stayed too long, haven’t I? I’ll go now. Thank you so much!
The first time we met, Yuan seemed to believe his presence was a burden and tried to leave me. And then—
Ah… ow… it hurts so much…
—his ankle was injured, so he could not leave. Secretly I was glad. Because of that, I could keep him at my side.
I admit it. I fell for him completely. Yuan was my first love. From the very moment I first saw him, I think I was already in love.
When he stood soaked and trembling by the river and I drew closer, his hazy, shaking eyes reflected me. In that instant my heart thundered strangely hard. I was pulled toward him with everything I had—reason, instinct, all of it. I wanted to protect him. I wanted to keep him close. I wanted to make this human mine.
Dragon… I heard your voice for the first time earlier… and I thought it was really beautiful.
He told me my voice was beautiful. He said it with that smiling face—the face I wished he would show only to me in the whole world. Even the furious voice I had hurled at that fox bitch, he loved while smiling with his eyes.
And in the end… I went into heat for him.
Even while hunting, the mere thought of Yuan soaked the space between my legs. I was not human. I was dragon-kin, wild blood running through me, raw instinct sleeping just beneath the surface. And in front of a dragon female like that, one defenseless, lovable, pure human male kept wagging his tail without ever knowing how violently it stimulated me.
So I crossed the line.
While he slept I buried my nose in his neck, breathing in the scent of his skin as I touched myself. I rubbed my pussy against mossy rocks while imagining they were his face. I shoved his fingers deep into myself and masturbated. I stole his underwear and ground my pussy against the fabric until I came.
Masturbate. Masturbate. Masturbate. Masturbate. Masturbate. Masturbate.
All day long. If I did not relieve the lust even for a moment, the desire festering inside me like magma in a volcano would erupt as lava and consume everything.
But masturbating was not the only wrong I committed.
Dragon! You’ve caught a cold! Even if you try to hide it from me, I’m quick—I notice everything!
Hah! Your forehead is burning like fire…! It’s definitely a cold. Don’t go hunting today—rest. I’ll take care of you!
The sweat and fever that came from masturbating in heat—Yuan thought I was sick and fretted over me. Pure, clean, foolishly kind Yuan looked at the creature who had stolen his underwear and used it like a beast, and sincerely worried that I might be unwell.
And I used that kindness.
I could have corrected it at any time. I could have told him the truth—that I was not sick at all. I should have been honest. Instead I used the excuse of illness to make unreasonable demands, clung to him under the pretense of needing body heat and secretly rubbed my pussy against his waist, forced a violent kiss until he fainted. I asked him to massage me all over and came several times in secret while he did. I even asked if I could touch him in return, and he foolishly agreed.
While he slept I rubbed my pussy over his face until it was glazed with my juices and felt joy. I took out the stolen underwear and sniffed it while I touched myself again.
Dragon… is there something you’re hiding from me?
I should have spoken honestly then. If I had, maybe I would never have had to watch his face twist with betrayal and rage toward me.
In the end I wounded him.
I thought you were sick… I spent the whole day worrying about you… But… but… I found out that what I misunderstood, you just happily accepted and used.
Into the heart of the most precious, fragile being in my world, I drove a knife again and again and again, carving him open.
So the wounded Yuan tried to leave me.
Honestly… if I said I wasn’t disappointed in you, that would be a lie. Maybe it’s because I was too naïve and stupid. So… right now I want to be apart from you.
And that terrified me to death. The warm, gentle existence who would run to me at the smallest scratch, my hope, my reason for living—he was trying to leave me.
I’m sorry, Dragon… so… for now… I want some time away from you. Surviving alone in the wild will be hard, but you don’t have to worry about me. Of course… I don’t think relying on others is good anymore, but if it really becomes impossible to survive, I’ll go to Fox’s house and ask for help.
It was the moment the word “Fox” left Yuan’s mouth that the last thread of my reason snapped.
That fox bitch who had once joked that dragons eat humans and tried to drive a wedge between us. And now he would seek help from her—not from me, who had stayed with him all this time. It made me feel, bone-deep, that his trust and affection for me had been completely shattered. The reality I did not want to face twisted and crushed my heart.
When I realized that no matter how hard I held on, Yuan was rejecting me, I finally became a complete beast and let go of every last scrap of reason. Humanity vanished. I seized the fleeing Yuan, threw him back into the cave, and—just as his sprained right ankle had once kept him with me—I decided that if I broke that same ankle again, he would never be able to run.
With that foolish thought I would never allow myself now, I broke him and defiled him. I twisted the barely healed right ankle with hideous force and raped him. I raped him, and raped him, and raped him again.
I was a piece-of-shit female. A creature far too low and disgusting to stand beside a lovable male like Yuan—worse than a worm.
If only I had confessed my true feelings. If I had told him I loved him, that I wanted a deeper relationship, if I had approached him with honest courage instead of filling my desire with lies and tricks… maybe I would never have faced this reality.
Drip. Drip.
Too much blood was flowing. It ran down his wrist and stained every fingertip red. The mind that had been swallowed by heat and madness snapped back into place.
Stop the bleeding. Stop the bleeding. I have to stop the bleeding.
I searched for clean cloth. Opened the chest. My trembling hands rummaged through it. Where is it? Where is it? If this continues Yuan might die. Hurry. I have to find it quickly. Strength kept leaving my fingertips—
Ah. Found it.
An old scrap of rag from the corner of the chest. Hurry… I have to stop the bleeding. I pressed the cloth to the bleeding wrist and tried to stanch it.
But it was no use. The blood… the blood kept coming.
“Please… please stop…”
I whispered through the panic, but the blood would not stop. In a frenzy I tore the clothes I had thrown off and wrapped the wound tightly, over and over. Wrap, wrap, wrap again… My grip was too strong; I could see it hurt him.
“I’m sorry… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
But I could not stop. I wrapped and wrapped again. Then I lifted his hand so the wound sat higher than his heart. At last the bleeding stopped.
Yuan said nothing. He only looked at me. Then, very softly, almost a whisper, he spoke.
“…Thank you.”
The moment I heard that voice, my heart collapsed. Why… why are you thanking me? Me, who is disgusting and worse than trash, who only ever hurt you. Why… why…
Yuan was so kind to me. A being like me should never have mixed with him. He was far too precious to be with me. And even after realizing that truth…
I still loved him so much. Like a curse, the love for Yuan clung sticky and thick to my heart and hungered for him.
Crack-crack-crack—!
The rage of my broken heart turned on myself.
Crunch—! Snap—!
I began ripping out every one of my nails.
“D-Dragon…?”
Yuan cried out in shock, but I did not stop.
Rip—! Tear—! Crunch—!
I meant to tear out every sharp, pointed nail that had wounded him—so he could feel safe, so he would fear me even a little less. Each time a nail tore free of the flesh, a searing, hideous pain shot through me. Blood poured. It hurt badly, yet it was nothing compared to what Yuan had suffered.
Crunch—!
When I tore out the thumbnail it hurt a little more. Blood sprayed across the floor, but I paid it no mind.
Crack-crack—! Rip—!
Crack—!
At last I tore free the little fingernail of my right hand. Blood streamed from the ten raw wounds where nails had been, and Yuan, watching, broke into raw sobs.
Between my legs, a sticky, cloudy mixture of love juices and semen dripped steadily onto the ground.