Bloodstained Streets and the Scent of the Virgin
The modified iron door had been ripped away, and beyond the opening the sunlight poured down in an unnaturally vivid shade of crimson. Taeo’s massive paws struck the asphalt. Squelch. A slippery fluid burst beneath the thick pads of his feet. The entire street had become an exhibition of exploded meat. Intestines dangled from utility poles, vertebrae had punched through car windshields, and an ocean of blood coated the ground in glistening scarlet. The humans who had rocketed into the sky only to be judged by gravity had all, without a single exception, burst apart with wet, horrific sounds and oxidized into nothing but blood.
Taeo wrinkled the bridge of his nose and drew in a deep breath. In his human days the overwhelming stench of blood and feces would have sent him to his knees in nausea. But the olfactory receptors of the hundred-kilogram giant wolf translated even that nightmare into clean signals of protein and iron, feeding them directly to his brain.
The bastards who had ruled the world were gone. The soul-crushing job-search grind, the contemptuous glare of the ex-girlfriend who had treated him like garbage, the monthly rent that had bled him dry—everything had vanished along with the droplets of blood still drifting through the air.
“Woof.”
Taeo gave a short bark and lazily waved his tail. Not a single living human scent remained. Only the flutter of torn clothing in the wind and the wet gurgle of blood draining into sewers 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 enormous. The thick, fur-covered scrotum was wider than an adult man’s forearm, and the violent organ lurking inside radiated scorching heat, already impatient to pierce and claim.
Then it came.
Carried on the dry wind sweeping through the city was a single strange fragrance. Taeo’s steps halted instantly. His pricked ears swiveled like antennae toward the source. In the part of his beast-brain that sifted millions of scent particles, a lightning bolt of stimulus struck.
It tore through the reek of blood and rotting entrails, piercing straight to the core of his nose. The scent was like white lilies drenched in moonlight—sweet, cool, and trembling with the terror of a virgin who had never once accepted a male.
Khrrrk—!
A suppressed beastly groan tore from Taeo’s throat. The thin veneer of human reason that had been observing the situation calmly shredded like paper the instant he caught that smell. Only one thing remained: the primal male urge to hunt down the owner of that scent, devour her to the marrow, crush her, and bury his seed so deep she would belong to him forever.
The physical change was violently immediate.
Splat.
Hot, sticky fluid cascaded onto the asphalt like a waterfall. From between his hind legs the thick sheath peeled back as the monstrous organ began to emerge. A huge, crimson shaft easily over thirty centimeters long. Most terrible of all was the bone running through its center—the os penis. Unlike a human cock that slowly engorged with blood, the moment the penile bone slid free it locked rigid as steel, rising at the perfect angle for penetration.
The thick, vein-laced red shaft had already surpassed the girth of an adult woman’s wrist. At its base the bulbus glandis—the knot—began to swell, drinking in blood with grotesque eagerness.
“GRRAAAAAHHH!”
The lust-driven roar of the beast shook the empty city. The pressure was unbearable, the itch to ejaculate maddening. If he did not force this massive bony pillar into a warm body and lock his knot inside, tying her completely in mating, it felt as though his blood vessels would burst and kill him.
Saliva poured from between Taeo’s heavy jaws in ropes. His bloodshot eyes fixed on the source of the sweet scent—the large hospital building visible in the distance.
BOOM!
His hind legs shattered the asphalt as he launched forward. Claws gouged concrete with a chilling screech. The enormous black mass of fur tore through the wind, sprinting. There was only one goal: the origin of that scent. A terrified, fragile female capable of receiving 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 endlessly from her unfocused, cloudy silver eyes. Her once porcelain-pale skin was spattered with dark clots of blood. The face that had seemed delicate enough to let light pass through was now blue with terror. Her waist-length straight black hair was tangled with gore and fragments of flesh, hardening into grotesque clumps.
Yet what drove Eunha to the brink of madness was not the loss of sight. It was touch and smell. Everything her slender fingertips encountered proved the nightmare was real.
Her palm, groping across the floor, closed around something slick and soft. Sticky fluid oozed between her fingers. Skull fragments—and the gray matter that had once been inside. The remains of the younger brother who, only moments ago, had been kneading her thighs with a lewd grin.
Eunha couldn’t even scream. She retched and scrambled backward.
Squelch. Riiip.
Each time she lifted her foot, the pooled blood made a nauseating sticky sound. The air reeked of rusting iron, half-digested food from ruptured stomachs, and the foul stench of loosened sphincters.
The mechanical beeps that once filled the hospital, the footsteps of nurses in the corridor, the rumble of car engines outside—everything had vanished in an instant. The world was submerged in perfect silence. Only the intermittent sound of blood droplets falling from the ceiling into the puddle below echoed.
Drip. Drip.
Eunha wrapped her thin arms around her narrow shoulders, trembling. One hundred sixty-two centimeters tall, waist under sixty centimeters, breasts rising and falling quietly beneath a single thin sheet. A body with zero fighting ability. For a blind woman like her, the probability of survival had dropped to zero.
When the realization that the world had ended finally sank into her skin, every blood vessel in her body seemed to freeze. She would either starve to death among the rotting corpses in the dark, or be torn apart alive by wild dogs drawn by the scent of blood.
Despair sliced down her throat like a cold blade.
Then it came.
Thud.
The vibration traveled through the hospital floor, up her pelvis, and into her spine. Eunha’s thin shoulders stiffened. She had not imagined it.
Thud. Thud.
Steady intervals. Something of tremendous mass was crushing the marble corridor floor as it approached. Not human footsteps. It sounded like four massive pillars slamming down in turn.
Scraaape. Scrape.
And the horrifying sound of claws gouging the marble. Sharp, enormous talons sliding across the surface.
Eunha’s breath caught. Goosebumps erupted across her pale neck. Her hearing, sharpened by the absence of sight, painted a perfect picture of the approaching creature’s size and weight. A giant, heavy beast. And it was walking in a straight line toward the exact single room where she was trapped.
“W-who… is it…”
Eunha whispered into the empty air, voice shaking. The moment the words left her mouth she regretted them. How stupid—revealing her location.
Grrrrrrk. Khrrrng.
Instead of an answer came a grotesque, rasping breath that sounded as if it were scraping vocal cords raw. Each inhale and exhale made the air in the entire corridor vibrate. And something even worse than the sound slammed into her sense of smell.
A scent. Overpowering and violent enough to drown out the blood and death that already saturated the room. The rough, wild smell of beast fur. The fever-hot body heat of an animal. Most of all, what drove her instinctive terror to its peak was the thick, nauseating reek of male mucus woven through it all.
Splat. Squelch.
With every step the beast took, something heavy and wet slapped onto the floor and clung there. The endless flow of clear pre-cum dripping from the tip of Taeo’s massive erection, evidence of his rut, was soaking the hospital corridor.
Eunha did not know the exact nature of the sound, but her instincts understood perfectly. The monster beyond that door did not intend to rip her apart and kill her. It intended to swallow her alive, violate her, and tear her to pieces inside this narrow, dark room—a predator in heat.
She crawled desperately across the floor, nails breaking as she clawed through the slippery pool of blood, retreating into the corner. Her back met only the cold wall of the hospital room. There was nowhere left to run.
Thud.
The footsteps stopped exactly at the open threshold of the single room. Eunha’s fragile body shook like a leaf in the wind. Though her eyes could not see, she felt the temperature inside the room spike. A scorching, humid heat washed over her face as if a giant furnace had moved directly in front of her.
Her world—once quiet and cool as starlight—was being completely devoured by the overwhelming weight and stench of the beast.
Shhh.
The flow of air inside the room changed. A colossal shadow fell heavily across her slender form. Every fine hair on her body stood on end, screaming. Even in the invisible darkness she could feel the creature’s glowing red eyes staring down at her.
Above her head came a sound no human tongue could ever replicate.
Hrrrnngh… huuup.
The beast lowered its muzzle close to the crown of her head, sniffing madly, sucking her scent deep into its lungs. Cold sweat slid down Eunha’s slender throat. The heartbeat fluttering beneath her pale skin hammered 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 black-furred monster brushed the tip of her nose.