Well no, but actually yes.

You nearly gag from the sudden intrusion into the back of your mouth as his semi-flared cock pops through your lips. A glob of semen shoots against your tonsils and is **** up your esophagus into your stomach from the sheer mass, with a small amount splashing into your sinuses and dribbling out of your nostrils. The beastman starts to press down on your head, attempting to slide his cock into your throat and presumably lock his flare in your stomach, but there's an issue the two of you are immediately aware of; His cock has already flared in your mouth!

He presses you down until the pressure in your throat is almost painful, but he then relents. You can almost feel his disappointment radiating away from him as you find yourself unsatisfied. He gently lowers you to the ground, now on your knees as he remains seated on your couch. With a grunt, he stands up so that you are looking up at him and his horseshaft. He grips the length of his cock not trapped in your mouth, and begins to masturbate.

His cock jerks as he rubs his own cum into it, the leftovers gathering on your face as you swirl your tongue around his head helpfully. You recall that he had managed to put his orgasm on hold just as his urethra inflates with spunk, quickly filling your mouth and sliding down into your belly faster than you can swallow it, enjoying the slightly smoky flavour of his semen all the while.

You close your eyes, just enjoying the feeling of being ****-fed his cum, until you feel his hands on both sides of your head. You look up at him, now fully comprehending his intent, and your eyes meet his.

He gives you a wink...

And he drops all of his weight onto the cock now perfectly angled to shove into your throat. The flare flexes as it pops past your tonsils, and your hand shoot up to grasp at your neck as his cockhead stretches your esophagus to the width of a two litre bottle. He sinks into you until he meets resistance at your collarbones. Dissatisfied, he raises himself up once more and lets his mass do the talking, his cock squishing past your ribcage. Those life-saving mods your emails with the beast's creators talked about kicking in now as his flare quickly shrinks as it passes your heart and lungs, staying deflated even as his cock slips into your stomach, forcing the cum occupying the space further into your digestive tract.

Gathering steam with the success of his plan, he rails your throat, his medial ring stretching your throat wide every time it slams into the elastic tunnel. He gives you several times to breath in the five minutes he fucks your face before he simply stops thrusting and holds your mouth to his sheath as you feel the volume of cum spewing through his shaft triple!

Your belly fills to the maximum in half a minute, right when his output happens to be dying down. Your belly sits pregnant with gallons of his smoky, salty cum, touching the floor between your legs, stuffed so full that at some point your belly button popped out, becoming an outie,

His cum gurgles up and spews from between your lips and his shaft, and the minotaur gives a grunt of satisfaction as he pulls out, his flare engorging once more as the built in safeties deactivate, his flare stretching your lips as he pulls out.

You sit there on your knees, caressing your cum belly as he sinks back onto the couch, fiddling with something on your side table as his cock softens and retracts. You pay him little mind, more focused on the glob of cum that made its way through you and spilled out of your puckered ass, at least until he gets up, scoops you up in his powerful and carries you away to another room, his seed slopping thickly and gurgling in your belly.