The Beast's Mark
After swallowing the grotesque liquid the beast had chewed for her, Eunha's body—saved from the brink of fever by the drug-like healing power of his saliva—slowly but surely began to regain its vitality. Yet once the fever broke and food entered her stomach, sparking her metabolism back to life, the freezing air inside the mart now clawed at her naked skin, threatening hypothermia. No matter how much heat Taeo radiated from his massive frame like a living furnace, her thin human hide could not fully block the chill rising from the icy tile floor.
"Ugh… it's cold… Taeo, I need clothes… I need clothes…." Eunha shivered violently, burrowing deeper into the thick fur at his neck. "Cold… so cold…"
Taeo had been licking her cheek the way a wolf tends to its pup when his ears suddenly pricked forward. Though he could not perfectly parse human speech, the beast's sharpened mind caught the tremor in her voice, the drop in her body temperature, and the meaning behind the word "clothes."
With a soft rustle and a heavy thud, Taeo rose from the nest. He gave her nose a quick, reassuring lick before bolting out of the break room. The sound of his heavy paws faded into the darkness, then returned. Something thick and soft landed on her lap with a dull thump.
Eunha's trembling hands explored the fabric. It was heavy, lined with thick fleece. Taeo had raided the casual wear section on the second floor and returned with an oversized black zip-up hoodie in an extra-large size. She pulled it on in a rush. The moment the garment enveloped her, the lingering scent of Taeo's strong, musky odor mixed with a strange sense of relief. The hoodie was so large that on her slender frame it hung like a blanket, reaching midway down her thighs. When she found the zipper and pulled it all the way up, warmth finally returned to her frozen upper body.
"Haa… I feel alive. Thank you, Taeo…."
She clutched the cuffs of the sleeves and let out a sigh of relief. But when she reached down to feel the floor, she noticed something odd.
"Huh…? Pants? Taeo, you didn't bring any pants or underwear?"
Instead of answering, Taeo wagged his tail and approached. He pressed his hot, rough nose firmly between her bare buttocks and slender thighs, rubbing insistently.
A low, rumbling growl vibrated from his chest as he inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of his possession. "Hik…! Ah, ah…."
Eunha tried to close her legs in shame, but his heavy muzzle had already pushed between them, drawing in her scent with obvious satisfaction. This was no accident. A mutated beast intelligent enough to read letters and distinguish medicine would never have forgotten pants out of ignorance. To the wild predator, the male Taeo, any clothing that covered his female's reproductive parts was nothing but an annoying, unnecessary obstacle to breeding, mating, and constant monitoring of her condition. He would keep her upper body warm enough to survive, but her lower half—the most important and intimate part—had to remain perfectly accessible for him to lick, scent, and claim at any time. It was his brutal, possessive preference and control.
"T-Taeo… like this… I'm not wearing anything down there… It's perverted… Okay? Just bring me one pair of pants… Please…."
Eunha pleaded, face flushed, but Taeo either pretended not to understand or simply ignored her. His tongue dragged slowly up the inside of her damp thigh.
"Aah! Hnnngh……."
The rough, sandpaper-like tongue scraped across her skin, leaving a trail of saliva and a sharp, tingling friction. The blatant licking was both a silent warning not to resist and a final seal of ownership: her lower body belonged to him alone. Tears streamed down Eunha's face from shame, yet each time his tongue touched her, the strange, addictive pleasure of wounds healing under his saliva made her clutch his fur and tremble.
Her upper body was wrapped in the thick black hoodie, but her lower half remained completely exposed—naked, glistening with the beast's saliva and seed, without even a single layer of underwear. That was the only "clothing" the monstrous wolf allowed his female.
After finishing the forced grooming, Taeo left the nest again and returned with a thick winter microfiber blanket in his jaws. It landed on her lap with a soft thud. Eunha felt the material and tilted her head.
"What's this for? The hoodie was already warm enough…."
Taeo sat beside her and nudged his broad chest and forelegs toward her, then tapped the blanket in her hands with his nose.
"Ah……."
Eunha finally understood. When they had escaped the hospital, she had made a crude harness from bandages and leather straps. It hadn't been strong enough to absorb the impact of his ninety-kilogram body at full speed, and Taeo had noticed how his stiff outer fur scraped her fragile bare skin. He wanted thicker, softer material to create a new, safer, more comfortable harness for both of them.
"All right… I'll make it."
Using her hypersensitive fingertips, Eunha marked certain sections and asked Taeo to tear the thick blanket into long strips. He ripped it with precise force, and she braided the strips into strong, rope-like cords. Then she ran her hands over his massive chest, belly, and ribs, weaving the blanket cords into an intricate harness. Taeo lay perfectly still, tail lowered, offering his enormous body to her blind hands in complete submission and trust.
Her slender fingers parted his stiff neck fur and crossed the cords, securing them tightly between his ribs and fastening a thick padded saddle made from the blanket exactly in the center of his broad back. Every time her fingers brushed his hot skin while tying knots, a low, pleased rumble vibrated from his belly.
After nearly an hour of work, a crude but fully functional harness was complete.
"It's… done. Can I try mounting now?"
The structure crossed between his forelegs to support her chest and tied securely across his back. Instead of rough wolf fur, layers of soft microfiber blanket provided cushioning. "It's finished… It's sturdy."
Eunha tightened the final knot with a sigh of relief. Taeo, clearly pleased with the feel of the new harness, puffed out his chest and exhaled a rough breath through his nose. He lowered himself flat to the floor, twisting slightly to give her the easiest angle to climb on.
Eunha pulled up the hem of the hoodie and straddled the saddle on his back, thighs spread wide. "Aah… hng…."
The wounds at her hips screamed, but the thick blanket padding absorbed the pressure enough for her to endure. She gripped the thickest knot across his chest with both hands. Wearing only the black hoodie, her bare lower body pressed against the soft microfiber harness. Her legs wrapped around his ribs while her hands clutched the sturdy knot at his neck. The moment the fifty-kilogram blind girl settled securely atop the ninety-kilogram beast—
His thick, long tail curled like a serpent and wrapped firmly around her bare buttocks and lower back, holding her in place like a seatbelt—or a restraint to keep his female from falling or escaping. Eunha flinched at the strange friction of fur against bare skin, yet the overwhelming sense of support soon eased the tension from her body.
Taeo let out a low growl and rose carefully onto all fours. With heavy but deliberate steps, he began walking across the mart's tile floor, no longer running wildly but placing each paw with controlled strength so the girl on his back would not be jostled. In the pitch-black aisles of the ruined store, a giant black wolf carried a blind girl wearing nothing but a hoodie, her lower body completely exposed, his tail binding her hips as he moved silently toward the unknown.
It was perfect symbiosis for survival. And beneath it lay the suffocating weight of a predator's blind possessiveness and a female's terrible corruption, pressing down on the ruined air.