Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan

Chapter 295: The Jealous Monster**

Syris only stood there for a moment. Then, without saying a word, the Snake King reached down and effortlessly scooped her small, naked body into his arms.

Ren gasped in surprise, clutching the tiny glass vial in her right hand tightly as he carried her into the steaming, fragrant water of the obsidian pool. He waded into the deep end, turning so his back was to the open room, and pulled her flush against him, holding her tightly from behind.

The hot water instantly enveloped her freezing skin, sending a wave of heavenly relief through her tired bones.

Ren’s face flushed a brilliant red. She could feel all of his towering, muscular body pressing intimately against her bare back and ass. Syris had one arm wrapped across her chest, his hand cupping her breasts, while his other arm was wrapped tightly around her lower abdomen, pulling her back against his groin. She could feel his twin swords, fully rigid and throbbing, pressing against the cleft of her ass beneath the water.

Ren didn’t dare move a single inch. Her heart was racing a million miles a minute, violently hammering against his forearm, and she completely forgot how to breathe. She was incredibly, undeniably nervous.

Syris finally spoke, his deep, velvety voice rumbling against her shoulder blades.

"Why do you not have a scent anymore?" he asked quietly.

He leaned down, pressing his wet face directly into the crook of her neck. His cool lips ghosted right over the dark purple bruises Altair had just sucked into her pale skin. He inhaled deeply. "I can clearly see what he did to you... so why do I not smell the bird’s scent on your body?"

Ren squeezed her eyes shut. She clenched the tiny vial in her hand tighter, biting her bottom lip to stifle a loud moan as Syris’ hands began to slowly, sensually traverse her body beneath the water.

His touch was agonizingly gentle. Using the fragrant, steaming bathwater, Syris began to wash her body with his soft, bare hands.

Her skin felt incredibly soft and so delightfully warm under his cool palms. He rubbed her slick flesh, his long fingers expertly massaging the weight of her breasts, rolling and teasing her hardened nipples until they ached. He traced the curve of her waist, gliding his hands down to thoroughly rub and clean the sticky mess from her thighs.

Ren gasped, her breath hitching wildly when his hands went higher.

She was still so overwhelmingly sensitive from the eagle’s relentless pounding. Syris leaned down, his wet hair curtaining her shoulder as he whispered darkly into her ear, "I can feel that he has touched you here."

His hands smoothly slipped right between her bare thighs. He began washing her swollen cunt, his long, delicate fingers easily parting her folds. Even submerged in the bathwater, she was instantly slick, weeping a fresh wave of her own juices at his touch.

Syris dragged his thumb right over her hyper-sensitive clit, circling the hard pearl while two of his fingers slid deep inside her dripping wet hole.

Ren threw her head back against his shoulder, moaning loudly and helplessly as his soft, incredibly gentle hands worked their magic. She began bucking her hips backward against his hand, desperately chasing the intense, mind-melting friction.

But the second she started bucking, Syris abruptly pulled his hand away.

Ren whined in frustration, but Syris swiftly turned her around in the water. He forcefully pushed her back, pinning her small body completely flat against the slick, wet obsidian wall of the pool.

Ren looked up at his breathtakingly beautiful face, a hazy, entirely lust-drunk look swirling in her bright green eyes.

Syris grabbed her left leg, lifting it high under the water and firmly hooking it around his narrow, muscular waist as he pressed his body flush into hers.

Beneath the steaming water, Ren could feel both of his hemipenes probing hotly at her slick entrance. Syris shifted his hips, deliberately guiding only one of his swords to her wet opening.

He leaned his face incredibly close to hers, his amethyst eyes burning with a dark, terrifying intensity.

"I am very jealous," Syris confessed, his voice a low hiss. "You look at the feline and the bird with such soft affection... but you look at me with fear."

Syris didn’t even give her a fraction of a second to respond.

With a ruthless surge of his hips, he thrusted forward, burying his thick cock to the hilt inside her tight, slick cunt.

"Ah!" Ren screamed, the force of his penetration instantly knocking all the air completely out of her lungs.

"I can be the monster you think I am," Syris promised darkly, his grip on her hips tightening.

Ren desperately tried to formulate a coherent sentence, words, absolutely anything to tell him that he was wrong, that she loved him too and didn’t fear him! But her brain completely short-circuited. She couldn’t think straight.

She was already so incredibly sensitive from her intense sessions with Altair, and Syris was being so delightfully rough.

It felt so unimaginably good.

He pounded into her with ruthless, punishing thrusts, pinning her to the obsidian wall. The raised scales of his shaft scraped exquisitely against her tight inner walls, stretching her completely full.

With every single thrust Syris made, the head of his second cock ground relentlessly and directly right against her clit.

The dual stimulation was blinding torture. Ren was a sobbing, screaming mess, her fingernails tearing at his broad shoulders as he aggressively railed her against the pool wall. The loud, wet slapping of his groin against her wet thighs echoed over the splashing water.

She was reaching her climax fast. The friction on her clit combined with the deep, punishing stretching inside her was far too much for her nerves to handle.

"Syris! I’m—!" Ren shrieked, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

When she came, the orgasm ripped through her core with such intense force that her entire body violently convulsed. Her muscles locked up, her back arching steeply off the obsidian wall as her cunt clamped down around his throbbing shaft.

The spasm was so sudden and overwhelming that her right hand completely lost all motor function. Her fingers sprang open, and the tiny glass vial containing Altair’s precious healing tear flew right out of her grip, splashing into the pool of water.