Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 221: The Chef is a Dine-and-Dasher

Altair looked down at his waist. The leather loincloth Ren had tied was tight, hot, and currently serving as a tourniquet against his raging erection. He had absolutely no idea how to undo the knot Ren had made at the small of his back.

It was a puzzle he didn’t have the patience to figure out.

RIIIIIP.

With a sound like tearing canvas, Altair gripped the leather and simply shredded it off his body. He tossed the tattered remains to the side, freeing himself. His erection sprung free, bobbing eagerly in the cool air, a bead of clear pre-cum already glistening at the angry, purple tip.

Kael watched this display of brute force. His golden eyes narrowed.

’The bird thinks he is strong?’ Kael thought, his competitive streak flaring instantly. ’I am stronger. And bigger.’

Kael didn’t bother with the knot either. He hooked his thumbs into the leather.

SNAP.

He ripped his loincloth clean in half, discarding it with a haughty grunt. He stood there, fully exposed, his massive, thick erection standing at full mast, throbbing in time with his heartbeat. He puffed out his chest, quietly very proud of the shadow he cast.

Ren’s eyes almost popped out of her sockets.

She was staring at two very large, very distinct, and very excited weapons of mass destruction.

"Oh my..." Ren squeaked.

Her face went from flushed to supernova hot in a millisecond. So much blood rushed to her head she felt lightheaded, swaying slightly in the nest.

Ren hurriedly sat up, scurrying backward on the furs until her back hit the wall of the hut. She pulled her knees to her chest, trying to hide her nudity, though it was a bit too late for that.

[System: Host, you really are terrible.]

The System’s voice tutted in her ear, dripping with judgment.

[System: You just used them like high-end vibrating massage chairs, achieved nirvana twice, and now you are retreating? It is incredibly selfish to take pleasure from your husbands and give none in return. Look at them. They are in pain. You are a dine-and-dasher.]

Ren swallowed hard. She was a dine-and-dasher.

"Ren," Altair said, his voice strained. He took a step forward, the floorboards creaking. "It hurts. I need help with this."

"I want to mate," Kael growled, his voice leaving no room for argument. "I cannot wait anymore."

Ren stared at their handsome faces. Both were flushed with lust, their eyes dark and focused solely on her. They looked like gods of fertility demanding a sacrifice.

[System: It is Mating Season, Host. And the Flower Moon is approaching.]

The System’s tone shifted from snarky to warning. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

[System: Your husbands are going to get even more insatiable. The urge to breed is uncontrollable. They are desperate to put a cub in you. It is biology.]

’Breed...’

Ren unconsciously reached up and touched the inside of her left arm. Beneath the skin, she could feel the thin, plastic rod of the Nexplanon implant.

It was her shield. Her guarantee against motherhood in her world.

’If I take it out...’ Ren thought, her heart skipping a beat. ’I will be able to get pregnant.’

The thought was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

But then,...

’But... the timing isn’t good,’ Ren argued with herself. ’Syris has a mansion in the Swamp, sure. But these two? Kael is a deposed King living in a borrowed cave. Altair is a fugitive living in a fox’s treehouse. Also borrowed. We are basically homeless!’

Ren had no doubt that Kael and Altair would hunt until they dropped to provide for her and a child. They would starve before they let her go hungry. But Ren came from a world of mortgages and 401ks. She preferred proper stability. She wanted a roof that wasn’t made of leaves before she brought a baby into this chaotic world.

[System: Host, stop stressing over it and just enjoy the sex for now.]

[System: But I am warning you again. Leaving that contraceptive in your arm during the heightened hormones of the Beast World Mating Season is risky. You are risking permanent infertility. Do you want to be barren, or do you want to be busy?]

Ren bit her bottom lip. She needed to make a decision. Take the Nexplanon out and get pregnant regardless of their current homeless situation, or risk waiting and potentially damaging her body forever?

She didn’t get to finish her internal debate.

Kael and Altair had lost their patience.

They entered the nest, crawling toward her on their hands and knees like stalking predators. The space shrank instantly.

"Ren," Altair whispered, his silver eyes wide and pleading. "Please. It is throbbing."

"I will be gentle," Kael promised, his voice rough as velvet. "I will mate with you slowly."

"Stop!" Ren gasped.

She held her hands out, palms facing them, creating a flimsy barrier.

"Do not come any closer!" she commanded, though her voice lacked its usual bite.

She took a ragged breath. Her arousal was building again just looking at them—at the way their muscles bunched, at the hunger in their eyes, at the sheer size of what they wanted to put inside her.

’What is happening to me?’ Ren thought desperately. ’I am losing myself.’

She feared she was turning into a sex addict. The Mating Season, the pheromones, and her useless, perverted System were rewiring her brain. Each day, she was getting more and more okay with the debauchery.

A month ago, she would have slapped a man for suggesting a threesome. Now? She had just orchestrated a foreplay seminar for two sexy beasts.

Ren was painfully aware that her body was the first to adapt to this new world. Her biology had gone native. Her body was craving the lust she had shied away from and dismissed when she first arrived. It wanted the roughness, the filling, the primal claiming.

All. The. Time.

Her mind was struggling to keep up with her body’s behavior.

Ren looked at Altair’s manhood, sleek and angry. Then she looked at Kael’s, thick and demanding.

She bit her bottom lip so hard she tasted copper.

Her body wanted this. It was begging for it. It was screaming at her to open her legs and let them take what they wanted.

But her mind was in absolute disarray.