Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 223: Then There Were Two**

Ren looked at the two massive, throbbing manhoods pointing directly at her face. Her brain practically short-circuited. She had just given them the handjob and blowjob of the century, and it had acted like a mere appetizer.

"I..." Ren started, her voice a breathy squeak. "I can only take one..."

"We will take turns," Kael declared. The White Tiger stepped forward, his golden eyes flashing with primal dominance. "I am first."

Altair, vibrating with his own intense arousal, gave a stiff nod and took a half-step back, allowing the more experienced beastman to take the lead.

Before Ren could even formulate a thought, Kael’s massive hands gripped her hips. With effortless strength, he flipped her over like a perfectly flipped pancake.

Ren landed face-down in the incredibly soft, fluffy fox pelts of the nest.

"Ah!" Ren yelped, her voice muffled by the furs.

She felt Kael’s heavy, burning hot body press against her back. He pushed her knees apart, settling himself firmly between her thighs. Ren reached back blindly, her fingers grasping the thick fur of the pelts to anchor herself.

"I am going to stretch you," Kael warned, his deep voice a guttural rumble right by her ear.

Kael gripped her hips, lifting her rear slightly to meet his angle, and drove himself forward.

"Oh GOD!" Ren screamed into the pelts.

He breached her entrance, the incredibly thick, blunt head of his cock stretching her tight, slick folds to their absolute limit. He was huge. It was a completely different sensation from his tongue; he was filling her up completely, inch by agonizingly pleasurable inch, until his hips slammed against her plump buttocks.

[System: RIP Host’s pelvis. It was nice knowing you.]

Ren couldn’t even formulate an insult to hurl at the System. Her mind went completely blank.

Kael began to pound her. It wasn’t gentle. It was the wild, ruthless claiming of a feral beast. He pulled almost completely out before driving back in to the hilt, the loud SLAP SLAP SLAP of his skin hitting hers echoing through the wooden tree hut.

"Kael!" Ren sobbed, her hips bucking back to meet his furious thrusts involuntarily. "Yes! Harder!"

Her encouragement was like throwing gasoline on a bonfire. Kael roared, a deep, earth-shaking sound that vibrated straight through her chest. His large hands clamped down on her waist, leaving bruised handprints on her pale skin as he dictated the brutal, rapid-fire pace.

It was rough. It was primal. It was exactly what her treacherous, lust-filled body was craving. The friction was maddening, Kael hitting the deepest, most sensitive part of her core with every single stroke. Ren’s vision whited out, her moans turning into a continuous, high-pitched whine as the sheer intensity of the Tiger’s pounding sent her over the edge.

Her inner walls clamped down hard around his thick shaft, convulsing in a violent orgasm.

Kael felt her milk him. With a final, desperate roar, he drove himself as deep as he could possibly go and unleashed. He shot his hot, thick seed deep into her womb, completely filling her.

He collapsed against her back for a brief moment, his chest heaving, his heart hammering against her skin.

But there was no time to rest.

Kael pulled out with a wet schlock, leaving her gaping and dripping his essence onto the pelts. He rolled to the side, panting heavily, and gave Altair a nod.

Altair stepped up immediately.

He reached down with his smooth, incredibly strong hands and gently rolled Ren over onto her back.

Ren was a panting, flushed, boneless mess. Her red hair was tangled wildly, her lips swollen, her eyes half-lidded.

Ren panted, looking up at him.

"I want to see your face," Altair whispered, his voice trembling with unchecked need. "I want to see you when I do this."

He settled between her spread legs. He was inexperienced—this was his first time ever mating—and his hands shook slightly as he positioned his sleek, rock-hard shaft against her slick entrance.

Ren reached down, her small hand guiding his tip to the right spot.

Altair sucked in a sharp, ragged breath and pushed forward.

"Ahhh..." Ren gasped, her back arching off the furs.

He slid in flawlessly. Thanks to Kael, she was completely stretched and heavily lubricated, allowing the Eagle to sink into her depths with zero resistance.

Altair froze. His silver eyes widened to comical proportions. The sensation of being enveloped by her tight, scalding hot, pulsing walls was too much.

Altair whimpered, his face twisting in a beautiful mask of agony and pure ecstasy.

Whatever self-control the stoic, angelic bird beastman possessed snapped entirely.

He lost his mind.

Altair gripped her thighs and began to thrust. He didn’t have Kael’s seasoned rhythm; his thrusts were erratic, rapid, and incredibly desperate. He pounded into her like a starving man who had finally found water, his hips snapping forward with the blinding speed of a striking falcon.

"Altair!" Ren squealed, thrown off by his frantic pace.

But it felt amazing. His wild, unrestrained enthusiasm was intoxicating. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising, passionate kiss, his tongue invading her mouth to match the furious, uncoordinated pounding of his lower half.

He kept his silver eyes locked on hers the entire time, watching her pupils dilate, watching the flush spread across her chest, absorbing every single expression of pleasure she made.

"Ren! Ren! Ren!" he chanted breathlessly against her lips.

The frantic, relentless friction, combined with his sheer desperation, built the pressure inside Ren to a breaking point yet again.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him in, and met his wild thrusts.

"I’m coming!" Ren screamed into his mouth.

Her body seized, her second powerful orgasm ripping through her, her internal muscles milking him ruthlessly.

Altair didn’t last another second. His first time was an overwhelming success. He shot his load with the force of a geyser, his scorching hot seed mixing perfectly with Kael’s deep inside of her womb.

He slumped heavily against her, his golden hair falling into her face, his heart beating so fast she thought it might explode.

Ren lay there, pinned beneath the dead weight of the Golden Eagle, utterly and completely destroyed. Her body felt like it had been run over by a freight train of pure pleasure.

She felt the massive loads of two beastmen pooling deep inside her, heavy and warm.

Ren didn’t even have the energy to lift her arms to hug him. Her eyes simply rolled into the back of her head, and she passed out cold from sheer exhaustion, sinking deeply into the soft furs of the nest.