Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 209: Meat in a Predator Sandwich**

Ren braced herself. She gripped Kael’s thighs, her knuckles white, waiting for the inevitable stretch of penetration from behind.

But it didn’t come.

Instead, cool fingers gripped her butt cheeks, spreading them wide to expose her completely to the forest air.

"Hah..." Ren breathed out, confused.

Then, she felt it. Warm breath ghosted against her wet, swollen folds, followed immediately by the sensation of a nose nuzzling her sensitive pearl.

Ren’s eyes widened so far they nearly touched her eyebrows.

’He isn’t... he wouldn’t...’

Syris’ forked tongue—long, slender, and incredibly agile—flicked out and dove straight inside her wet opening.

"AHHH!"

Ren screamed. The sensation was electric, alien, and overwhelming.

She yanked her head back, popping off Kael’s cock with a loud schlock sound as she arched her spine, her toes curling into the dirt.

"Syris!" Ren wailed, her voice cracking.

It was two distinct tips, vibrating and swirling inside her, exploring ridges and spots she didn’t even know she had. It was like being eaten out by a vibrator set to ’chaos mode’.

"Ren," Kael growled in front of her.

He looked down at her, his golden eyes dark with a mixture of lust and competitive jealousy. He didn’t like that the Snake was making her scream like that. He wanted to be the one making her scream.

He reached out, grabbing her hair gently but firmly, and pulled her face back to his throbbing erection.

"Take me," Kael demanded.

Ren was caught in the crossfire. She was the meat in a predator sandwich, and both sides were hungry.

She opened her mouth and took Kael back in, humming desperately against his shaft as she tried to ground herself. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking the thick veins, while her other hand gripped Kael’s knee for dear life.

Behind her, Syris was relentless.

He feasted.

He held her hips in a vice grip, keeping her anchored as he worked. His tongue was a weapon of mass destruction. He swirled the twin tips around her clitoris, flicking it with a speed that made Ren’s vision blur. Then he would plunge deep, mimicking the motion of penetration, lapping up the juices that flowed freely from her.

"Mmph! Ngh! Syris!" Ren tried to moan, but her mouth was full of Tiger.

The sound came out as a muffled, desperate whimper against Kael’s skin.

Kael felt the vibration of her screams against his cock. It drove him wild. He began to thrust into her mouth with more urgency, his hips snapping forward to meet her rhythmic sucking.

Ren was drowning in sensation.

The heat of Kael’s hard length in her throat. The cool, wet slide of Syris’ tongue between her legs. The scent of musk and arousal filling her nose.

She was working overtime. Her tongue circled Kael’s head, teasing the slit, while her hand pumped the shaft, twisting at the bottom just the way he liked.

"Ren," Kael groaned, his head falling back, his hands tightening in her hair. "You are... so tight... so wet..."

Behind her, Syris groaned too, the vibration against her thighs sending fresh waves of pleasure through her.

"Delicious," Syris murmured against her wetness, before diving back in.

He found her spot. That accursed, wonderful spot just inside her entrance. He curled his forked tongue and pressed against it, vibrating the tip rapidly.

Ren’s brain short-circuited.

She gagged on Kael’s cock, her entire body seizing up. She clamped her hand down hard on his shaft, squeezing instinctively.

That was it for Kael.

The tightness of her throat, the pressure of her hand, and the sight of her unraveling pushed him over the edge.

"REN!"

Kael roared.

He pulled her head down, burying himself deep in her throat as he erupted.

Ren swallowed as much as she could, but he was too much. Warm spurts of seed filled her mouth, overflowing past her lips and running down her chin, dripping onto her chest and the leaf top.

She choked, coughing, but she didn’t stop. She kept sucking, milking him dry, even as her own climax hit her like a freight train.

Syris felt her muscles clamp down. He knew she was close.

He attacked. He sucked her clitoris into his mouth, flicking the forked tongue mercilessly against the sensitive nub.

"AHHHH!"

Ren tore her mouth away from Kael, gasping for air, and let out a high-pitched, shattering scream that echoed through the trees.

She came so hard her vision went white. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking wildly against Syris’ face, soaking him completely.

She shuddered for what felt like a solid minute, her brain melting out of her ears.

Then, gravity took over.

Her legs turned to jelly. Her arms gave out.

Ren collapsed forward. Her face landed with a soft thud on Kael’s thick, muscular thigh. She lay there, drooling slightly, twitching occasionally, completely and utterly defeated by pleasure.

[System: Ding! Achievement Unlocked: "The Turducken".]

[System: Congratulations on surviving your first Threesome!]

Ren couldn’t even tell the System to shut up. She was busy trying to remember how to breathe.

For a moment, there was peace.

Then, Syris looked at Kael.

Kael looked at Syris.

The peace didn’t last long.

"I will take her," Kael grunted.

Ren felt herself being hoisted into the air. Kael stood up, scooping her limp form into his arms like she weighed nothing.

"No," a sharp hiss cut through the air. "I will take her."

Syris stood up, his tattered robe hanging open, revealing everything. He grabbed Ren’s arm, trying to pull her away from the Tiger.

"She is covered in your mess," Syris sneered, tugging on Ren. "I need to clean her."

"I can clean her myself!" Kael argued, tightening his grip on Ren’s waist and pulling her back. "Let go, Snake!"

"You let go, Tiger!" Syris hissed, grabbing Ren’s other arm.

Ren’s eyes fluttered open.

She was being rag-dolled back and forth between two giant, angry, naked men.

And because she was currently held at chest height, her line of sight was... unfortunate.

"Mine!" Kael growled, pulling her left.

His hips jerked with the movement. His massive, thick cock—still semi-hard and glistening with her saliva—swung heavily to the side.

"Mine!" Syris snarled, pulling her right.

His hips jerked in response. His twin swords—also semi-hard and wet—bobbed dangerously.

Ren’s eyes went wide as saucers. She stared, mesmerized and horrified.

With every tug of her body, the appendages swung closer to each other.

Left. Kael’s cock swung right.

Right. Syris’ twin swords swung left.

They were inches apart.

’Oh my god,’ Ren thought, her face turning into a literal red steamer. ’They are going to touch! The swords are going to cross!’

The visual was too much. The Tiger’s thick log swinging dangerously close to the Snake’s double daggers. It was a collision course of masculine pride.

"Stop pulling her!" Kael roared, stepping forward.

"Stop hogging her!" Syris yelled, stepping forward.

They were so close now. Ren could practically see the sparks flying between their crotches.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

Ren thrashed in their arms.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Ren screamed at the top of her lungs.

Both men froze, looking down at her shocked face.

Ren pointed a shaking finger at their exposed lower halves, her face burning hotter than the sun.

"AND PUT SOMETHING ON!"