The threat, the promise, sent a jolt of pure lightning through Min-jae. He moaned around the cock in his mouth, the vibration earning a deep, approving snarl from the beastman. Meical's thrusts became frantic, his control slipping. With a roar that seemed to shake the very walls, he came.
Hot, thick spurts shot into Min-jae's mouth, a fountain of salty, bitter release that flooded his throat. He had no choice but to swallow, again and again, until Meical finally pulled back, both cocks glistening and still semi-hard.
Min-jae collapsed back onto the mos, panting had, his lips swollen and wet. But Meical wasn't done. Not even close.
Time had passed, and Min-jae had lost all sense of dignity.
"Yes! Meical! Right there, fuck, right there!"
"You want me to breed you, don't you?" he snarled, his control slipping, his thrusts becoming more animalistic, more frenzied. "You want my fucking children growing in your belly? You want to swell with my spawn?"
