CHAPTER 73: CHAPTER 73: ABDEL-MOHEEM IS SAFE

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?"

The filthy words, the raw, biological truth of them, sent a shockwave of pure, depraved pleasure through Min-jae. His cock was trapped between their sweat-slicked stomachs, leaking and aching with every one of his punishing thrusts.

"Yes! Please! Breed me! Fill me up! I want it, I want all of it!" Min-jae screamed, his voice hoarse and broken. He was completely his, mind and body, consumed by this beast and his relentless need.

With a roar that shook the very air, Meical came. Min-jae felt the hot, violent rush of his release flood his core, a second deluge that had nowhere to go but deeper. The force of Meical’s orgasm triggered his own.

He came untouched, his cock jerking between them, painting both their stomachs with stripes of white as his body convulsed around his invading length.

Meical collapsed on top of Min-jae, his full weight a comfort now, a cage he never wanted to escape.

He stayed inside Min-jae, both cocks still semi-hard, keeping every last drop of his seed contained. His breath was hot against his neck, his scales cool against Min-jae’s overheated skin.

After a long moment, Meical pushed himself up on his elbows to look down at Min-jae.

His golden eyes were soft now, possessive but gentle, as he cleared the sweat-damp hair away from Min-jae’s forehead.

"It is done.." he said, umming with satisfaction. He slid out of Min-jae, and this time, the release was a torrent. A hot, copious flood of his essence spilled out of him, soaking the moss beneath Min-jae’s ass.

Min-jae was utterly, completely filled to the brim.

He traced a claw-tipped finger through the mess on Min-jae’s stomach, his touch surprisingly tender. Then Meical leaned down, his lips brushing Min-jae’s in a shockingly soft kiss.

"I cannot wait to see our child, my mate."

Back to present Universe

The rhythm of the carriage wheels had lulled him into sleep at some point. When Min-jae opened his eyes, sunlight was already slanting in from the window. His mind felt hazy, as if he had surfaced from a dream that dissolved the moment he tried to recall it. He knew only that it had been intense, like running toward something and losing it the moment it touched his fingertips.

He rubbed the side of his forehead lightly.

Across from him, Hanan noticed.

"You are awake.." she said. "We were waiting for you. We’re making a good break."

Min-jae blinked, startled.

"I’m sorry. You should have eaten without me."

Hanan exhaled sharply, the sound almost a gasp, and lowered her veil from her face. Her features were clear now, dark brows, warm eyes touched by sunlight, a straightforward sincerity that needed no ornament.

"No. It is rude to eat and leave a companion behind.." she said. "We do not leave our friends behind. Even those newly met."

"Come. There is a place nearby. The food is good, and the tea is better."

Min-jae felt the faintest pull at the corner of his mouth, it wasn’t quite a smile, but close enough.

Before he could respond, the two men seated beside her finally untied the scarves from their throats and removed their wide hats. Their clothing bore the patterns and muted colors common among the nobility of Abdel-shafi, fine woven cloth, embroidery at the edges, understated but unmistakable.

The older of the two spoke first. His voice carried the calm of someone used to giving counsel and having it followed.

"I am Rashid Khaldun. Merchant and archivist of our royal court."

He inclined his head with measured politeness.

The younger man followed. His posture was confident, broad-shouldered, and his expression held a warmth that reached his eyes easily.

"And I am Fadil al-Sari.." he said. "Horseman of the Sixth Caravan Guard. Do not worry, Abdel-Moheem is safe. We know the road well."

Min-jae returned their introductions with a slight bow of his own, just as he had done when he first entered the carriage.

"Vahid.." he said. "It is a pleasure."

Hanan gave a small approving nod, as if the world had realigned into something proper.

Outside, the carriage slowed, the driver calling out that they were nearing a roadside station, white stone, low walls, the smell of spiced broth drifting on the wind.

Hanan gathered her basket and stood first.

"Come. You look like you have not eaten well in days."

Min-jae stepped down after her.

It was true.

But the hunger in him had very little to do with food.

The scent of grilled lamb and cardamom tea drifted into the air, drawing travelers like moths to a warm flame. Merchants, riders, and families sat on woven mats and carved benches beneath stretched awnings, shaded from the desert sun.

Their driver led the horses to the watering trough, giving them time to rest and cool.

Meanwhile, Min-jae followed Hanan, Rashid, and Fadil into the inn. The floor was covered in patterned rugs, worn from footsteps and time. Terracotta lanterns hung from the ceiling beams, their light flickering in the midday brightness.

They chose a table near the open window where the breeze could still pass through.

Dishes arrived soon after ordering, flatbread warm enough to steam in their hands, saffron rice, lentils simmered with cumin, roasted lamb with apricots and cloves. It smelled comforting in a way Min-jae hadn’t realized he needed.

Hanan lowered her veil this time, letting her voice carry freely as they began their meal.

"Abdel-shafi is always full of noise.." she said, her eyes glowing with affection. "Not the bad kind though. The kind that reminds you life is happening everywhere. Music in the streets, bargaining in the market, laughter in every courtyard."