Shame, Fear, and a Strange Relief and Despair
On the back of the colossal beast, the blind woman drew ragged breaths. A crude makeshift harness woven from thick blankets and leather straps bound tightly around the giant wolf’s torso. Eunha clutched the straps like a lifeline, pressing her nearly naked lower body flush against the beast’s thickly furred back. Her upper half was swallowed by the oversized black fleece hoodie Taeo had tossed over her, but beneath it she wore nothing at all.
Each time his massive forepaws struck the supermarket’s smooth flooring and pushed forward, the heat of his body and the restless flex of muscle radiated straight into her torn pelvis and the raw flesh between her thighs. Thud. Thud. The heavy footfalls echoed strangely through the empty hypermarket, warping into grotesque reverberations.
The world outside was different. It was a living hell of giant insects slicing the air with their wings and the ceaseless wet crunch of chitin as they tore into living prey. But inside the vast building an eerie silence reigned. Aside from the faint scrape of broken glass shards whenever wind slipped through shattered windows, not even the scuttle of a single rat could be detected.
Eunha twitched her nose. A blind person’s sense of smell, honed to razor sharpness, was every bit as keen as the beast’s. The stench that had been vibrating at the entrance was no ordinary blood. It was the acrid, eye-watering reek of acidic secretions, the foul odor of ruptured bodily fluids from giant mantises and mutated insects—like rotten fruit and sewer sludge mixed together.
Crunch. Crack.
“Mmph… ugh.”
Occasionally the vibration of something hard shattering beneath Taeo’s paws traveled up through his body. The remains of giant insects. And smothering that nauseating smell was the heavy, suffocating press of the beast’s pheromones. Before Taeo had dragged Eunha inside, he had savagely torn apart and trampled every foreign creature that approached the area. The territorial scent he had sprayed from the entrance all the way through the store formed an invisible barrier of blood.
He had carried out a thorough massacre so that no insect would dare set foot inside the domain of this overwhelming predator. Eunha felt a chill race down her spine and buried her face in the thick fur at the nape of his neck. This silence was not peace. It was a tomb-like stillness created by absolute violence and slaughter.
At some point the beast’s steps halted. Taeo’s thick, rough tail loosened the support it had been giving her backside. Eunha carefully slid her legs free from the huge mound of fur now crouched low to the floor and slipped down. The cold linoleum met her bare feet.
“Ah—!”
When she tried to put weight on her legs, a tearing pain forced a small cry from her throat and she collapsed. Just before her knees struck the floor, a huge muzzle nudged her waist, redirecting her fall. A soft surface met her back. She groped behind her and felt the stiff fabric and springy give of a mattress—something from the rest area or furniture section.
Eunha curled into herself on the mattress. She wore only the hoodie, her lower body completely exposed, yet she no longer had the strength to feel shame. The memory of that enormous, swelling cock. The brutal stab of bone against her cervix. The horrifying knot that had stretched and torn both her anus and vaginal walls at once. The aftermath of their mating had left the insides of her thighs crusted with dried slick, semen, and dark streaks of blood. Her entire lower half burned as if on fire, and the muscles of her pelvic floor were so badly ruptured that even trying to close her legs hurt.
The beast’s hot breath washed over the sensitive skin between her thighs.
“T-Taeo… let me rest a little. Please…”
With trembling hands Eunha tried to tug the hem of the hoodie down to cover her exposed sex. A low, threatening growl rolled from the beast’s chest. One massive paw came down on her slender ankle, then ruthlessly pried her thighs apart.
“Aaaah! No, it hurts… it hurts!”
Her torn cunt and anus were laid completely bare to the cold air between her forcibly spread legs. Taeo’s intention was clear. The primal instinct to lick her damaged holes with his saliva, heal them quickly, and resume the endless cycle of mating.
Splat. Slurp.
A rough tongue nearly thirty centimeters long swept over her swollen pussy like a living whip. “Hiiiek! Haah, ngh…!” Eunha’s back arched like a bow and bounced against the mattress. Barbed projections utterly unlike anything human scraped mercilessly across the torn, bleeding membrane at her entrance.
Squelch. Gulp. Slurp.
Taeo narrowed his tongue and forced it deep inside her, stirring the mixture of his own semen, her slick, and blood all the way to her cervix. “Aaaagh! Stop, please… how deep are you—ngh—hitting my insides!” Eunha pushed desperately at his huge snout with both hands, but the rock-hard head refused to budge. The beast’s hot, sticky saliva flooded the wounds. Potent anti-inflammatory agents and growth factors soaked into the torn blood vessels and muscle tissue.
The burning pain that had felt like being sliced by knives suddenly numbed and vanished, replaced by a bizarre warmth that spread through her lower body. As cells were forcibly multiplied and shredded membranes knit back together, a strange itch and throbbing accompanied the process.
“Mmph, ahh… it feels weird… like my insides are melting…”
Where the pain had been, an eerie pleasure began to bloom alongside the foreign sensation. But Taeo did not stop. The tongue that had been scouring her vagina withdrew, then moved to her completely ruptured, bleeding anus.
Squelch. Lick. Slurp.
His saliva poured into the torn sphincter. When the tip of his tongue invaded the rectal wall and ravaged the wound, Eunha curled her toes tightly and panted. The horrific process of the giant wolf alternately excavating her excretory and reproductive organs, flooding them with saliva to forcibly stitch them back together. Any rational human would have gone mad from the shame, yet what terrified Eunha most was the realization that her body was gradually adapting to the beast’s oral healing.
“Haah… haah… it’s not bleeding anymore… stop, Taeo.”
She begged through a tear-streaked face, but the beast continued his licking until the ruined pelvic floor muscles had healed enough to become flexible once more, supple enough to accept his enormous knot again. After the endless cycle of violation and healing ended, her lower body glistened, coated in the beast’s slippery saliva, yet the tearing, rupturing pain had vanished as if it had never existed.
Eunha staggered to her feet from the mattress. Taeo nudged her back with his nose—an unspoken command to move deeper inside. Biting her lip hard, Eunha began walking down the store aisle once more, naked from the waist down. Every time the cold air brushed the wet skin between her legs, goosebumps rose.
After several minutes the air grew cooler and drier. At some point she had ridden on Taeo’s back all the way down the escalator she could no longer navigate alone. The underground floor of the hypermarket. The scent of dust, the dry smell of cardboard boxes, and the faint aroma of dried grains reached Eunha’s nose.
Thud. Scrape.
Her bare feet carried her forward. She stretched both hands into the empty air, groping. Cold, solid metal shelving met her fingertips. Sweeping her hands carefully across the shelves, she felt rows of smooth cylindrical metal cans. Canned goods. With every step, the rustle of plastic wrapping, the heavy texture of rice in giant sacks, and the sharp corners of stacked ramen boxes brushed past her fingers.
Eunha’s heartbeat began to quicken. The spatial awareness she had cultivated while studying statistics spun rapidly inside her mind. The length of her strides. The arrangement of the metal shelves. The radius of Taeo’s scent-checking movements. The way sound echoed. This was no ordinary sales floor. It was a massive underground food storage warehouse beneath the hypermarket—a space sealed from outside light, insulated to maintain constant temperature.
With shaking hands she tore open one of the boxes and confirmed its contents. Hundreds of vacuum-sealed beef jerky packages. By rough estimate, hundreds of tons. Just the low-moisture dried foods and canned goods alone amounted to roughly eight hundred tons of supplies. The meat in the freezers would have begun thawing after the power died, but with the outside temperature dropping into early winter, the rate of spoilage would be significantly slowed.
Eunha sank to the floor in the middle of the warehouse. Dry calculations completed themselves inside her head. Her own minimum daily caloric needs. Taeo’s enormous protein requirements—his body mass nearing ninety kilograms and his ceaseless mating and hunting. With this mountain of food, even accounting for spoilage, the two of them could survive without taking a single step outside for at least a year and a half, possibly close to two years.
They had survived. In this hellish world of mutated insects, the threat of starvation had been completely eliminated. Yet even as relief washed over her, a thick, black despair surged up from the deepest part of Eunha’s soul.
Inside this sealed underground warehouse, once the problem of food and water was solved, only one thing remained.
A low growl and the sound of heavy sniffing came from behind her. Taeo’s huge muzzle pressed against the fleece hoodie on her shoulder, inhaling deeply, then exhaled hot breath along the curve of her bare ass. Just the two of them. Inside this pitch-black food tomb where even sound was perfectly muffled. It meant she would be forced to spread her legs every single day, endure gut-wrenching expansion, and have her body sewn back together with saliva in a horrific mating ritual that would repeat for years.
The abundant food was not a blessing. It was nothing more than an endless supply of nutrients to raise her as the beast’s perfect breeding female.