CHAPTER 72: CHAPTER 72 BONUS AU BEASTMAN X HEALER (2)

The crude, graphic words sent a violent thrill through Min-jae, a surge of fear and a shocking, white-hot bolt of pure want. His own cock, which had been half-hard with a confused mix of terror and arousal, throbbed painfully, now fully erect and leaking against his stomach.

Meical didn’t wait for an answer. He manhandled Min-jae onto his hands and knees, the moss soft beneath his palms. A sharp, stinging slap landed on his ass, making him jolt and cry out.

"Arch that pretty back for me," Meical commanded, his voice dropping into a guttural register that brooked no argument. "I want to see everything."

Min-jae obeyed, a broken sob catching in his throat. He felt impossibly exposed, spread open. He heard a slick, wet sound and flinched, expecting the invasion. But it was Meical’s tongue that first made contact, a broad, hot stripe from his balls right up to the tight, clenched furl of his hole.

Min-jae screamed. The sensation was too much, too intense. It wasn’t just the feeling, but the sheer, degrading intimacy of it. Meical ate him out like a man starved, his tongue lapping and probing with a ruthless precision that had Min-jae shaking, his arms threatening to give out. He was moaning, nonsensical pleas and curses tumbling from his lips, his face pressed into the moss.

Just as the pleasure began to crest, threatening to shatter him from that alone, Meical pulled away. Min-jae whimpered at the loss, his body aching with a sudden, empty coldness.

The blunt, broad head of one cock pressed against his soaked entrance. Meical’s hands gripped his hips, claws pricking his skin, holding him in place.

"This is it, healer," Meical grunted, his breath hot on Min-jae’s back. "This is where I fuck that bravery right out of you."

With one powerful, relentless thrust, he sheathed the first cock inside him.

Min-jae’s world exploded into white-hot sensation. A scream was ripped from his lungs, raw and ragged. The stretch was unimaginable, a burning, tearing fullness that stole the air from his chest. He was being split open, remade. Meical didn’t give him a second to adjust. He began to move, setting a punishing rhythm that drove Min-jae forward with every deep, grinding thrust.

"Fuck, you’re gripping me like a vise," Meical groaned, his own control fraying. "Taking every inch like you were made for it."

Just as Min-jae’s body began to adjust, to burn with a different kind of fire, to clench around the massive intrusion, he felt it. The second cock, slick and insistent, rubbing against the stretched skin of his perineum, seeking another entrance.

"No, wait—fuck, Meical, you can’t—" Min-jae begged, the words slurred and desperate.

"I can," Meical growled, his voice a dark promise of more. "And I fucking will."

The pressure increased, a second point of impossible stretch. Meical’s thrusts never slowed, the first cock pistoning in and out of him, fucking him brutally open to make way for the second. With a final, searing push, the head of the second cock breached him alongside the first.

Min-jae’s vision went black at the edges. The scream that left him was soundless, his mouth hanging open in a perfect ’O’ of shocked, overwhelming pleasure-pain. He was fuller than he’d ever thought possible, stretched to his absolute limit, every nerve ending screaming. Meical let out a roar above him, a sound of pure, untamed triumph.

"Fuck! Yes! That’s it! Take both of them, you perfect fucking thing!" Meical’s hips began a new, rolling rhythm, a dual penetration that made Min-jae see stars. Every thrust was a seismic event inside him, a collision that sparked through his entire nervous system. He could feel every ridge, every vein of both cocks as they moved within him, a symphony of overwhelming sensation.

Meical leaned over him, his chest plastered to Min-jae’s sweaty back.

"Yes, yes...you taste better than the female snakes, you’re talking me so well.."

Min-jae couldn’t make any coherent words even if he wanted too.

All he could think about was how he was getting fucked senseless.

"Ah, fuck! I’m cumming.." Min-jae wrapped his hands around Meical’s neck, pulling him close as Meical increased speed.

Min-jae felt as though he has stepped into heaven’s gate after that orgasm, but the look in Meical’s eyes told him, they were not we’re done.

He pulled out, as he stared at the cum dripping out of Min-jae’s ass.

"At this rate, you’ll be pregnant.."

Meical smirked as he held Min-jae leg, dragging him close.

Meical’s gaze raked over him, hot and possessive. "Look at you. All that smooth, pretty skin, just waiting for me to ruin it." He leaned in, his forked tongue flicking out to trace the shell of Minjae’s ear. "You’re already getting hard for me, aren’t you? Your body knows what it needs. It knows it needs to be filled_."

He didn’t wait for an answer. His mouth descended on Min_jae’s, a claiming, brutal kiss that stole all the air from his lungs. It was all teeth and tongue, a dominance that made Min-jae’s head spin. Meical’s hands roamed his body, pinching his nipples, gripping his hips, mapping every tremor that wracked his frame.

Then Meical shifted, kneeling between Min-jae’s legs. And Min-jae saw it. Them.

Sheathing from a slit at the base of his cock, a second length emerged, smooth and flushed and terrifyingly thick. They lay against each other, a dual promise of pleasure and ache. Min-jae’s eyes widened. Holy fuck. He really has two. Two massive, fucking cocks.

"Open your mouth, Min_jae," Meical commanded, his voice a guttural growl.

Trembling, Min-jae obeyed. The broad head of the first cock pressed against his lips, a salty, musky taste flooding his senses. Meical didn’t give him time to adjust. He pushed forward, his length sliding deep into Min_jae’s throat, fucking his mouth with steady, relentless thrusts.

Min-jae gagged, tears springing to his eyes, but Meical held his head firm. "That’s it. Take it. Swallow around me. Fuck, your mouth is so good, so hot and tight."

The obscene sounds of wet sucking filled the grotto. Min-jae’s world narrowed to the feeling of that thick cock pistoning in and out of his throat, the overwhelming scent of Meical’s skin, the sheer debauchery of it all. His own cock throbbed, leaking onto his stomach, completely untouched.

Just as he was adjusting to the rhythm, Meical pulled out with a slick pop. Before Min-jae could even catch his breath, the second cock was at his lips, slick with his own spit. Meical pushed it inside, fucking his mouth with this new, slightly different angle, this new weight. He alternated, switching between the two, giving Min-jae no quarter, using his mouth like a toy designed solely for his pleasure.

"I’m going to spray my seed down your throat, Min-jae," Meical groaned, his hips stuttering. "I’m going to fuck your pretty face until I’m ready to burst, and you’re going to drink every last drop."