Exhaustion, High Fever, and the Beast's Grotesque Salvation
The price of her obsessive, desperate resistance was devastating. The act of scrubbing the male's scent from her own body had instead completely shattered the beast's violently suppressed rut switch—one that had been precariously held in check for days.
Ninety kilograms of crushing mass bore down on her. The vaginal walls and anal sphincter that had barely been clinging together were mercilessly torn open once more. A steel-like penile bone slammed against her cervix without pity, and right after, the knot that swelled to a horrifying size crushed inward on Eunha's pelvis as if it meant to snap it from within. A perfect lock. In that catastrophic restraint where she could neither flee nor push the beast away, Taeo's prostate erupted every ten seconds, flooding hundreds of milliliters of boiling semen deep into her ruptured guts like a relentless waterfall.
"Huff… hngh… kkh…!"
Eunha's slender abdomen swelled grotesquely like a pregnant woman's, forced to contain the full volume of the beast's weapon and mucus. Her displaced organs pressed against her diaphragm, choking off her breath. The agony of tearing flesh and suffocation made her consciousness flicker out dozens of times. Yet each time it dimmed, the beast's saliva and semen seeping between ruptured vessels and membranes released miraculous cellular regeneration factors and narcotic painkillers, forcibly yanking her back to reality.
Destruction and healing occurring simultaneously in milliseconds—a nightmarish biological cycle. Eunha, now utterly addicted to the vicious restorative power of those fluids, began to roll her own hips in submission, degenerating into the perfect livestock that welcomed the beast's violence.
And after thirty minutes of ruinous mating that felt like an eternity—
Sluuurp. Squish. Shlurp.
Blood drained from the base of Taeo's shaft. The enormous knot contracted, and at last the bony pillar that had impaled her slid free. The moment the binding released, the beast's massive body lumbered backward with a heavy thud.
Plop. Splash. Splat.
From between Eunha's ruined legs poured a waterfall of the hundreds of milliliters of cloudy semen trapped inside her belly, mingled with dark crimson blood gushing from torn membranes. The cold shower-room tiles became a horrific sea of blood in seconds, filling the air with a thick metallic stench.
"Haah… haah… huk……."
Eunha lay collapsed in the pool of blood, twitching faintly like a marionette with its strings severed. Her body had long since exceeded any limit a living creature could endure. The extreme starvation after the levitation event, the abuse of clinging bare-skinned to the beast's back while fleeing giant insects, and above all the repeated shredding and forced healing of her lower body by a cock that defied human proportions—her fragile immune system had completely collapsed.
"C-cold… it's so cold……."
Eunha's thin shoulders, curled on the floor, began to shake violently like aspen leaves. Her teeth chattered. Every muscle in her body contracted in spasms. This was no ordinary chill. It was a deadly infectious fever and rigors born from invading bacteria and the explosive inflammation of her torn intestines.
The nervous system that had been blissfully numbed by the fluids' anesthetic effect now screamed in searing agony as her temperature climbed past forty degrees. Eunha's cloudy silver eyes lost all focus, drifting in the void. Each breath felt like shards of glass scraping her lungs. Her lips cracked and bled. Her vision drowned in perfect darkness as consciousness plunged once more into the abyss.
This time, she felt in her bones that if she closed her eyes, she would never open them again.
-Growl?Pant. Pant.
Taeo, the giant black wolf lying beside her in post-climax contentment, suddenly pricked his ears. Millions of olfactory receptors dissected the subtle chemical shifts in the air in real time. His snout drew close to Eunha's pale, trembling face.
Sniff. Snuff.
The scent rising from the female was wrong. The sweet pheromones of heat had vanished, replaced by the stench of rotting inflammation and the cold, sour odor of a life flame guttering out.
-Whine. Whimper.
Anxious, piteous sounds utterly mismatched to his enormous frame echoed through the bathroom. Taeo licked her cheek and jaw repeatedly with his rough tongue, but the female's boiling temperature refused to drop and her breathing grew shallower by the second. Simple physical grooming with his saliva would not be enough to save her.
The predator's keen mind declared an emergency and frantically dragged up fragments of memories from his human days before the collapse. Taeo's red eyes wandered, then locked onto Eunha's first-aid backpack discarded just outside the shower door.
Several hours earlier, in the pharmaceutical aisle on the mart's first floor. The blind female had guided his claws across his own back to write labels, desperately sorting the small plastic bottles and paper boxes. The beast's intelligence now perfectly recalled that those were the only tools capable of prolonging her life.
-Bang. Rustle. Clatter.
Taeo rushed to the backpack and tore the zipper open with savage paws and teeth. Countless medicines spilled across the floor. He sniffed each bottle with his sensitive nose, recalling the scents of "aspirin" and "cephalosporin antibiotics" Eunha had written on his back. With careful nudges of his forepaw, he separated the two correct bottles.
But the next problem was insurmountable. The delirious female could not swallow the tiny pills on her own, let alone drink water. A beast's method—primal, survival-grade intervention—was required.
-Crack. Crunch.
Taeo spread his ferocious jaws, shoved both plastic bottles inside, and crushed them at once. The shells shattered; dozens of potent antibiotics and antipyretics were pulverized inside his massive maw. Though the bitterly chemical taste made him wrinkle his snout, he refused to spit out the powder. Instead he gathered an enormous quantity of saliva and mixed it into a thick slurry with the crushed medicine.
A grotesque biological cocktail—beast saliva rich in healing factors fused with the pinnacle of modern pharmacology.
Thud. Thud.
Taeo returned to Eunha's side. One massive paw gently lifted her frail shoulder from the floor while the other pressed her chin, forcing her mouth open.
"Haah… ah……."
The instant her unfocused eyes fluttered and she exhaled—
-Slurp. Sliiide. Gulp.
His huge, wet muzzle sealed completely over her small lips. The beast's tongue slithered inside like a serpent, mercilessly shoving the bitter, drug-laden ball of saliva down her throat.
"Ugh! Kheok… mmph…!"
Eunha gagged violently at the sudden invasion and horrific bitterness, trying to spit it out. Taeo kept her mouth plugged, tongue rooting deep enough to stroke her airway, refusing to release her until she swallowed. His boiling breath, sticky saliva, and medicinal residue forced their way down her esophagus in a grotesque, violent kiss compelled by the need to survive.
-Gulp. Smack.
Only when he felt her throat work did Taeo pull back, panting. But his care did not end there. If medicine had addressed the internal infection, the external wounds needed direct licking.
He turned and lowered his great head between her blood- and semen-smeared thighs. The anus torn nearly to rupture, exposing raw red mucosa; the narrow vaginal entrance pierced all the way to the cervix and cruelly stretched open. Toward those horrific wounds he poured an even greater flood of saliva and drove his rough tongue in without mercy.
Squelch. Lick. Scrape.
"Aaaah! Hngh, it hurts… it hurts…!"
Eunha screamed and thrashed, but the beast's tongue never stopped. It dug between the shredded vaginal walls, shoved its root deep into the ragged anal sphincter, and licked with frantic intensity. Sandpaper-like papillae scraped raw flesh clean of pooled blood and debris, then coated every torn surface with thick layers of saliva brimming with regenerative factors.
He licked and probed so relentlessly that her entire lower body glistened, drenched in his sticky saliva. The saliva seeped into blood vessels, triggering immediate cell division and clotting. Wounds that had been spurting blood miraculously stanched. Severed muscle fibers forcibly knit together, releasing narcotic pain relief.
"Haah… haaa……."
As the pain dulled, Eunha's beastly cries gradually quieted.
Yet despite surviving the immediate crisis of catastrophic bleeding and organ rupture through the beast's instinctive saliva healing and the forced antibiotics—
"It's cold… so, so cold…."
The high fever consuming her showed no sign of breaking. A body temperature swinging around forty degrees. Her immune system had been utterly destroyed by the repeated cycles of rupture and forced healing; the medicine would need time to take effect.
Eunha curled into a tight ball on the tile floor, drenched in cold sweat, shivering violently.
-Whine. Growl.
Taeo paced in tight, anxious circles, huffing hot breath. Wounds closed. Medicine delivered. Yet the female still burned at death's threshold. Instinct supplied one final survival measure: his own overwhelming body heat. The furnace-like warmth of a ninety-kilogram wolf that remained untouched even by sub-zero blizzards.
Swish. Flop.
Taeo lay down behind her on the cold tiles. With broad, thick forelegs he drew her fragile naked body close, burying her completely in the stiff, scorching fur of his chest. The giant beast enveloped the blind female like a living cradle. His boiling heat transferred across her ice-cold back and thighs, slowly driving out the terrible chills.
A wretched survival—clinging to life inside the arms of the predator that had nearly killed her, soaked in his saliva and medicine. Even as consciousness faded, Eunha instinctively clutched the thick fur of the beast embracing her.
The grotesque symbiosis between the monstrous wolf and the blind female was hardening into an unbreakable, vicious blood bond that held each other's breath in its merciless grip.