Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan

Chapter 291: Warm Sweet Fur Bed**

The moment Ren’s bare back hit the massive, sprawling mountain of plush beast furs, the biting chill of the obsidian castle vanished entirely. She sank into the luxurious softness, her fiery red hair splaying out like a halo around her flushed face.

She didn’t even have a single second to catch her breath before the two towering apex predators descended upon her.

Syris crawled over her upper body, his long, silky black hair falling like a dark curtain around them. He braced his cool, muscular forearms on either side of her head and aggressively captured her lips. The Snake King’s kiss was deep and demanding, his tongue plundering her mouth with a possessive hunger.

While Syris kept her mouth thoroughly occupied, Altair settled between her sprawling, naked thighs.

The Golden Eagle Prince looked down at her completely exposed, glistening core. His silver eyes darkened with an intense focus. Altair possessed a flawless memory, and he vividly remembered exactly how she liked to be touched from their intimate moments back in the forest.

His warm hands gently gripped her bare hips, tilting her pelvis up toward him. Using two long fingers, Altair parted her slick, swollen pink folds. He immediately found the sensitive, hard pearl of her clit, already dripping with her arousal.

Ren let out a muffled, desperate whine directly into Syris’s mouth.

Altair pressed his thumb against the throbbing bud and began to rub. He applied the perfect amount of firm pressure, moving in a tight, maddeningly consistent circular rhythm.

Ren arched her spine off the furs, bucking her wet pussy frantically upward against Altair’s relentless hand. Her fingernails dug deeply into Syris’s cool, peeling shoulders.

"Mmph!" Ren cried out against Syris’s lips, her inner walls clenching violently.

Altair’s thumb moved faster, slicking her own copious juices perfectly over her clit. Within seconds, the overwhelming dual stimulation tipped her right over the edge. Her entire body seized, her hips shuddering wildly as a blinding orgasm ripped through her core. She squirted, soaking Altair’s working fingers as she completely melted into the furs, panting breathlessly against the Snake King’s mouth.

Syris slowly pulled back, a deeply satisfied smirk playing on his beautiful face as he looked down at her thoroughly wrecked expression.

Without a word, the two men swapped positions. Syris slid his muscular body down, his cool, smooth scales brushing against her sensitive skin, taking his place between her thighs. Altair shifted upward, kneeling right beside her torso.

Syris grasped her thighs, pulling them completely wide open, and buried his face directly into her soaked, throbbing cleft.

The twin, independent tips of his tongue went to work. One highly dexterous tip aggressively flicked and swirled around her hyper-sensitive, overstimulated clit, while the other simultaneously pushed deep inside her slick, dripping hole, thrusting in and out mimicking the motion of a cock.

Ren let out a piercing, high-pitched scream of pure ecstasy. Her head threw back against the furs, her green eyes rolling back.

Beside her, Altair wasn’t moving. The giant eagle was knelt on the furs, his intense silver eyes locked onto Ren as she squirmed and writhed in absolute bliss. He watched with a quiet fascination as her chest heaved with every single ragged, desperate breath she took. Her breasts looked incredibly soft, perfectly flushed pink with the heat of her arousal, the tight, hardened nipples begging for attention.

Unable to resist his own curiosity, Altair reached out. Using just a single finger, he gently, slowly touched her left nipple. He toyed with the hard, sensitive bud, flicking it back and forth with a deeply inquisitive focus.

The light, teasing touch sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight down to her core.

"Ah... Altair..." Ren begged between breathy, broken moans, tossing her head from side to side as Syris slurped at her juices below. "Please... touch me... more."

Altair immediately obliged.

He firmly cupped both of her breasts. He began to grope and knead the soft flesh, his palms pressing her boobs together. With every single deliberate, rolling movement of his hands, her hardened nipples brushed perfectly against the center of his palms.

Then, Altair lightly pinched the swollen peak between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a gentle tug.

"Ahhh!" Ren cried out, her back arching so steeply only her head and her heels were touching the bed.

Altair watched the flesh mold perfectly into his hands. "They are so soft," he quietly commented to himself.

Between Altair’s warm, relentless hands kneading her chest and Syris aggressively devouring her cunt, Ren’s mind went completely blank. There was no coherent thought left, only the blinding, colorful explosions of raw pleasure. The Snake King was just way too incredibly good with his mouth, slurping up her slick fluids like a starving man at a royal banquet.

The coiled tension rapidly snapped back into her lower belly.

"Syris!" Ren sobbed out, feeling the devastating climax rocketing toward her. "I’m—!"

As the violent wave crashed into her, Ren wrapped her bare legs around Syris’s neck. She locked her ankles together, trapping the Snake King exactly where he was as she arched her spine high off the bed.

She orgasmed, her inner walls violently spasming as she exploded directly onto his mouth, flooding his tongue with her sweet juices. Syris ruthlessly drank down every single drop, his hands gripping her ass cheeks to hold her tight against his face as she trembled.

When he finally pulled away, his chin was slick, and Ren collapsed heavily into the plush furs.

She was a ruined, panting, and flushed mess. Her chest heaved, her skin coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

[System: Alert! Host’s passive Stamina and Recovery buffs are currently working overtime at maximum capacity! Rebuilding muscle energy... 30%... 60%... 99%... Complete! You are fully refreshed and completely ready for the Main Event!]

Despite having just experienced two earth-shattering, consecutive orgasms, Ren bizarrely didn’t feel too tired at all. Her blood was humming, the magical system buffs literally rewiring her exhausted body to withstand the terrifying stamina of her apex husbands.

Syris licked his lips, his amethyst eyes glowing with dark lust. Altair stared down at her beautifully wrecked form, his cock twitching.

The two towering beastmen slowly dragged their gazes away from her naked body to look at each other across the bed.

The silent question burning intensely in both of their eyes was obvious:

Who is going to mate with her first?