Flame in the Darkness: The Limits of Bathing and Endurance
In the underground food warehouse of the large supermarket, where all power had been completely cut off, there was only perfect, pitch-black darkness. Not a single ray of light entered. The only ways Eunha could perceive the world were through her hypersensitive hearing, her sense of smell, and the touch of her fingertips.
Around her, 2-liter bottles of drinking water formed towering walls that stretched endlessly. In this bizarre apocalypse where humanity had gone extinct, it was ironic that water and food were so absurdly abundant they practically overflowed.
Eunha sat huddled on the frozen floor near the entrance to the frozen food section, a good distance from the nest lined with blankets. Her trembling hands reached out. The survival tools Taeo had scavenged from the supermarket upstairs lay scattered across the ground. Feeling around, her fingers found a cold metal gas torch, the smooth plastic surface of butane canisters, and stacks of bone-dry cardboard boxes.
For a blind woman like Eunha, starting a fire was a life-or-death gamble. But in the bone-chilling cold of the underground winter, she had no choice.
She carefully turned the valve on the gas torch.
-Hssssss.
The sharp smell of gas stung her nose. At the same time, her shaking finger pressed the lighter’s switch.
-Click.
Whoosh!
A sharp flame burst out with a sound like tearing air. Eunha quickly shoved the torch’s fire beneath the pile of shredded cardboard boxes. The dry paper swallowed the flames and ignited in an instant.
-Crackle. Crackle-crackle. Haaaaah.
The intense radiant heat surging from just thirty centimeters away slammed into Eunha’s pale face and half-naked lower body. Her frozen blood vessels expanded, sending a tingling pain and warmth flooding through her.
But that brief peace was instantly suppressed by a low growl from the massive beast.
-Grrrrrr. Grrrrrrng.
The giant mutated wolf, Taeo, circled the flames, issuing warning snorts through his nose. As a wild animal, he had an instinctive wariness of fire, but more than that, he was carefully maintaining a safe distance—afraid his fragile female might burn herself in the dancing heat, and afraid a spark might catch in his thick fur and turn him into a giant ball of flame.
Every time the beast’s heavy, hot breath brushed the crown of her head, Eunha felt a strange mixture of relief and oppression.
With fumbling hands, Eunha found the wide stainless steel pot rolling on the floor. She twisted open the cap of a 2-liter water bottle and poured the cold liquid into the pot with a loud glug. She carefully pushed the pot to the edge of the campfire’s heat and waited for the water to warm.
Before long, the faint sound of steam rising from the surface reached her ears.
Eunha tore a relatively clean strip of cotton from the lining of the thermal hoodie she wore. When she dipped the cloth into the warmed water, a pleasant heat enveloped her fingertips.
-Splash. Drip-drip.
Squeezing the warm, wet towel tightly, Eunha crawled toward the beast on her knees. The massive furred creature, standing ninety centimeters at the shoulder, lay obediently on the floor as if waiting for her touch.
With trembling hands, Eunha began wiping from Taeo’s thick scruff. Beneath the coarse, stiff outer fur, she could vividly feel the texture of muscles packed together with unimaginable density. She carefully cleaned away the dried splatters of acidic insect fluid, the dust, and the wild scent mixed with the metallic tang of blood, using the warm towel with meticulous care.
Every time the beast’s massive ribcage expanded with a breath, Eunha’s slender arms rose and fell with it.
When her hands paused, it was Taeo’s turn to move.
-Swish. Grab.
Taeo gently took the wet towel from her hand with his enormous muzzle. Then he approached Eunha’s shivering body. The warm towel, held between the predator’s sharp fangs, roughly scrubbed her thin shoulders and spine.
It was a bizarre yet devoted bathing ritual—the giant beast meticulously controlling the terrifying power of his jaws to groom his female.
-Swipe. Sliiide. Splash.
Warm steam met the cold underground air and rose in white wisps from Eunha’s skin. Every time the towel slid past her collarbone and traced the curve of her pert breasts, she flinched and sucked in a breath.
But Taeo’s purpose went far beyond a simple bath. The heavy snout that had been rubbing her with the towel now began persistently pushing between her widely exposed thighs.
-Sniff sniff. Sluuurp.
The beast’s hot breath struck directly against the sensitive inner skin of her thighs. This was the same place that, only a few hours earlier, had been mercilessly pierced by that massive bone pillar—torn and swollen to the point of third-degree burns around her entrance.
The beast’s sense of smell did not miss the thick scent of his own semen clinging there, nor the faint, sweet pheromones of a female leaking from Eunha’s body.
“Ah, ah… Taeo, not there… don’t…”
Eunha panicked and tried to close her legs, but she couldn’t possibly stop the crushing pressure of the ninety-kilogram wolf’s massive head with her own fifty-kilogram frame.
Taeo tossed the towel aside and opened his huge mouth.
-Chup. Lick. Squish.
His thick, rough tongue sliced through the air and dragged upward between her legs in one swift motion. The moment the predator’s tongue—covered in hundreds of tiny barbs—scraped directly across her torn mucous membrane, Eunha nearly screamed.
But instead of the expected agony, something miraculous happened. As Taeo’s potent saliva, rich with powerful anti-inflammatory agents and tissue-regenerating factors, seeped into the ruptured blood vessels and muscle layers, the burning pain vanished like a lie.
It was purely an instinctive secretion of saliva meant to heal her wounds. Yet where the pain had been perfectly erased, only an overwhelmingly raw, physical friction against her now hyper-sensitive membranes remained.
“Aaaah! Hah, ugh… haaah!”
Instead of screams of pain, suppressed moans burst from Eunha’s lips. The relentless licking, carried out under the pretense of healing, completely shattered the blind female’s nervous system.
She should have been furious at the beast’s perverted behavior and pushed him away. But the narcotic-like soothing effect of that saliva, which freed her from tearing agony, left her utterly helpless. The strength drained from her legs as she tried to close them; instead, she shamefully spread her thighs wide toward the beast’s head.
That blatant reaction and the scent of sticky arousal leaking from her folds awakened Taeo’s primal instincts even more fiercely.
-Squish. Glurk. Chup.
Taeo curled his tongue and forced it deep inside her narrow entrance. Thicker than two fingers combined, the tongue roughly churned the folds of her inner walls, licking up every last drop of semen and arousal. The wet, obscene squelching echoed through the quiet warehouse.
Eunha arched her back like a bow and clawed at the floor with both hands. Her body, now free of pain, absorbed every spark of pleasure like a sponge.
In the midst of this horrifying process of degradation that reduced her to the beast’s female, Eunha forgot even her shame and gasped out ragged breaths.
-Sluuurp. Squish. Squish.
“Mmph… puhh… hnnng… ah, aah!”
The moment the beast’s persistent tongue mercilessly ground against the most sensitive spot around her clit, Eunha’s slender body convulsed violently as if struck by lightning. Her toes curled tight, and from deep inside her womb, a hot flood of arousal poured out like a waterfall, soaking Taeo’s tongue completely.
Having been forced to climax, Eunha panted with tear-filled eyes staring blankly into the void.
But before she could even savor the afterglow, a spine-chilling wave of terror washed over her entire body. From the direction of Taeo’s lower abdomen as he licked between her legs, she heard something massive and horrifying scraping against the floor as it swelled.
-Slither. Thud.
What touched her bare thigh was a terrifyingly enormous red pillar. The thick penile bone embedded within it had hardened from the marrow outward, fully revealing its monstrous form.
The scent of Eunha’s climax and thick arousal, created by the beast’s tongue, had finally triggered an explosive surge of mating lust in Taeo as a male wolf.
No… If he puts that thing inside me again, I might really die.
Eunha swallowed dryly in terror. The memory from just hours earlier was still vivid—that massive bone pillar ruthlessly stabbing her cervix, the knot at its base swelling to a horrific size and tearing her insides and sphincter to shreds. No matter how much Taeo’s saliva could heal wounds, she never wanted to experience that suffocating pressure and torturous union again.
She had to avoid this nightmare mating at all costs.
Trembling, Eunha rose and threw her arms around the beast’s massive torso within the warm, steam-filled glow of the campfire.
“Taeo… good boy, hm? I’ll do it for you… outside, okay? Let’s do it outside, yeah?”
She reached out with her wet hands and grasped the massive organ that stood rigidly between his legs. It was so thick she could barely wrap both hands around it, and the heat was terrifying. The throbbing pulse of the bulging veins transmitted directly into her palms.
Eunha pressed her chest—dampened with warm water—tightly against the beast’s pillar. Though she had a slender frame and only modestly sized breasts, she used even them without hesitation as tools for survival.
Gripping the huge red shaft firmly with both hands, she sandwiched it between the valley of her breasts and began rubbing it up and down frantically.
-Slap. Squish. Glurk.
Moisture and arousal acted as lubricant, producing wet, filthy friction sounds. Any trace of human dignity had long since been thrown to the floor.
The sight of a woman desperately servicing a giant monster’s cock with both hands and her breasts was utterly pitiful and humiliating. Yet Eunha comforted herself with brainwashed logic: external ejaculation like this was a hundred times better than having her guts torn apart and her belly filled with the beast’s semen.
She had to sacrifice her body until this male was satisfied and finished outside.
-Grrrrrr. Grrrrng.
Low, rough growls erupted from Taeo’s throat. The unfamiliar pleasure of his female’s soft flesh and hands squeezing and stroking his bone pillar made the beast’s hips begin thrusting toward her chest with merciless speed.
-Thump. Thump. Squish.
Eunha’s breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she increased her pace, carefully rubbing the most sensitive tip of the pillar without letting her nails touch it.
Soon the beast’s massive thigh muscles tensed tightly, and the entire bone pillar began to twitch wildly.
-Spluuuurrrt!
Spurt.
From the tip of Taeo’s cock, nearly 40-degree-Celsius boiling mucus erupted like a volcano.
“Aah… ugh…”
Dozens of milliliters of sticky, opaque semen slammed mercilessly against Eunha’s collarbones, her pale neck, and her chest before flowing down. The scorching heat that nearly burned her skin and the thick, night-blooming flower scent made her want to retch, but she squeezed her eyes shut and refused to let go of the pillar.
This was not the end of the beast’s load. Thinking she had to keep milking him until he collapsed from exhaustion, Eunha continued rubbing the bone pillar with hands already covered in hot semen.
-Squelch. Spurt! Spluuuurrrt!
After only a few seconds, the beast’s shaft contracted again and began a second eruption. The sticky genetic material flew through the air and painted Eunha’s chin and breasts completely white.
Even as she panted, she let out an inward sigh of relief. If it were a human male, repeated ejaculations like this would naturally soften the penis and kill the arousal. She was applying that shallow understanding of human biology directly to this giant mutated wolf.
-Glurk. Spluuuurrrt. Squelch.
A third and then a fourth pulse of mucus poured over her hands and chest. More than a hundred milliliters of heavy semen overflowed, running down Eunha’s stomach and dripping onto the floor.
This should be enough.
Eunha loosened her grip and flopped onto her back. Her entire body was slick and sticky with sweat and the beast’s fluids, but the single fact that she had avoided being torn apart inside by mating made her feel as if she owned the world.
“Haa… haa… It’s over. It’s over now, Taeo…”
She caught her ragged breath and roughly wiped the sticky fluid from her chest with the back of her hand. Convinced that Taeo would now obediently return to the nest and sleep, she was about to close her exhausted eyelids when—
-Sliiiide. Thump.
The massive piece of flesh that had just mercilessly spewed semen settled heavily onto her thin thigh.
“Huh…?”
Eunha jerked in shock and reached out to feel the identity of the weight pressing down on her leg. In that instant, her heart froze as cold as ice.
The giant pillar had not shrunk even a single centimeter. On the contrary, the penile bone embedded inside it was now even more horrifyingly hard than before, springing back against her palm.
What plunged her into the abyss of despair was the grotesque change at the very base of the bone pillar—the part her hands hadn’t reached. The root of the organ was slowly pulsing and beginning to swell with monstrous intent.
The terrifying truth was that the hot mucus he had just poured onto her chest had not been a real ejaculation at all. It was merely the preliminary multiple pulses meant to lubricate the inside of his female’s vagina.
It was a fatal miscalculation by a former pharmacy student who had failed to consider the extreme mating mechanics of canines.
This beast’s explosive male instinct was a primal obsession that would not be satisfied until he had perfectly locked his massive knot-shaped flesh deep inside his female’s wet womb and poured wave after wave of hot seed into her for dozens of minutes.
-Grrrrrr!
In the darkness, Taeo’s two eyes seemed to flash. A giant forepaw mercilessly pinned Eunha’s thin shoulder to the floor, holding her completely in place.
“No… no, Taeo! You already let out so much! I did everything for you, please!”
Eunha thrashed and trembled, but against the overwhelming violence of that massive weight, she was nothing more than a rustling leaf.
Hot breath engulfed her face. The beast’s blunt, massively swollen tip—already fully engorged—rubbed mercilessly against the entrance of her thoroughly soaked folds, adjusting the angle for penetration.
An unending nightmare. Or rather, the price for trying to trick a predator’s hunger with the shallow deception of external ejaculation, only to inflame it even more fiercely.
As the flames in the darkness cast grotesque shadows on the walls, the beast’s most perfect and terrible act of ownership once again descended mercilessly upon his female’s fragile body.