Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan

’Working?! Working towards what?!’ Ren screamed internally, her panic reaching a fever pitch. ’At this rate, Syris is going to lose his temper and rip Altair’s head right off his neck!’

[System: Just wait a moment longer, Host. I promise you, you will thoroughly enjoy this fight. Grab some popcorn.]

’Enjoy it?!’ Ren mentally shrieked, her green eyes wide with terror. ’How could I possibly enjoy a brutal, bloody fight to the death between two of my own husbands?!’

A small, desperate part of her had genuinely hoped that the natural, biological hierarchy of the Beast World would kick in. She had hoped Syris would be instinctually afraid of the giant eagle, forcing the stubborn Snake King to immediately compromise and accept Altair’s presence.

While Ren didn’t think Altair was a naturally violent beastman with much interest in fighting, she was absolutely certain that if he had to, he would unleash his strength without a second thought.

Completely ignoring Ren’s frantic attempts to push them apart, Altair continued to ruthlessly jeer the Snake King.

"Do you feel insecure around Kael?" Altair asked, his smooth, melodic voice maintaining a perfectly calm, inquisitive tone that only made the insult sting astronomically worse. "We are all her mates. Naturally, we will compare ourselves to each other. We will compete against each other for her affection."

Altair tilted his head, his silver eyes completely deadpan as he delivered the ultimate blow. "You are immature and weak. Are you afraid that Kael pleasures her better than you?"

Ren inhaled so sharply she nearly choked on the freezing air.

"I will admit," Altair continued, his face a mask of stoicism, "that even I was slightly nervous when I witnessed Kael’s skills firsthand. His stamina is relentless. He pounds her with immense power. So, I can completely understand why you, the Snake King, would feel so terribly insecure about your own performance."

Ren couldn’t see the benefit in any of this madness. Syris looked like he wanted to reach down Altair’s throat, wrap his hand around his spine, and rip it out alongside his tongue.

The Snake King’s chest heaved, his amethyst eyes completely dilated with pure, murderous venom. Ren was absolutely certain that if she wasn’t currently wedged tightly between them acting as a tiny, squishy meat-shield, Syris would have already lunged.

But Altair wasn’t finished. He dealt the final, devastating blow.

"Your pathetic insecurities are the true reason you do not want to share her," Altair stated flatly. "You are simply afraid of losing."

Syris’ patience shattered.

With blinding speed, Syris reached right over Ren’s head. His cold hand clamped violently around Altair’s neck, his nails extending, digging threateningly into the bird’s skin.

"Do you honestly think," Syris hissed, his fangs fully lengthening past his bottom lip, dripping a bead of clear venom, "that Ren can stop me if I want you dead right now?"

"Syris, stop!" Ren shrieked, desperately grabbing at the Snake King’s muscular forearm. She tried frantically to pry his hand off. "He doesn’t mean it! He’s just... he has a bird brain! He doesn’t know what he’s saying!" She let out a high-pitched, entirely hysterical laugh, trying to play it off as a joke.

Neither of them even blinked at her.

Altair kept a perfectly calm, unbothered expression on his handsome face, not looking the least bit threatened by the grip cutting off his windpipe. They both completely ignored the tiny human female being squashed flat between their bodies.

Ren let out a pathetic groan. She felt as significant as a tiny, fragile pebble caught between two crashing boulders.

But then, the tense, deadly exchange took an incredibly unexpected, bizarre turn.

Syris’ jaw ticked. The venomous rage in his eyes suddenly shifted, forcefully overridden by the blinding, overwhelming pride of his fragile male ego. He absolutely refused to let a bird think he was inadequate in mating.

"I have two," Syris growled, his deep voice vibrating with dark, arrogant superiority. He slowly pulled his hand away from Altair’s throat and puffed his broad chest out. "You and that stupid feline only have one pathetic, singular organ. You should both consider yourselves incredibly fortunate that I chose to distance myself in the swamp, because my stamina absolutely cannot be rivaled by a single-penis beastman."

Altair went entirely quiet, simply staring blankly at the Snake King.

"My coldblooded nature allows me to conserve my energy," Syris boasted, his gaze dropping to his own anatomy, and then locking back onto Altair. "I can pound into my mate for days without a single drop of sweat, while you warm-blooded beasts pant and beg for rest after a mere few hours. My girth fills her entirely to the absolute brim. I can take her from two distinct angles at the exact same time, stimulating every single inch of her sensitive womb with my ribbed scales. Can the feline do that? Can a bird do that?"

Ren’s face went so red she thought she was going to spontaneously combust.

"Syris!" Ren squeaked in pure, unadulterated horror, aggressively clapping her hands over her burning face. "Oh my god, please stop talking!"

Syris ignored her, stepping even closer to the eagle. "I pumped her full of my seed multiple times before. She screamed my name so loudly the entire swamp heard her. I am vastly superior."

Ren just stared up at them through her fingers, completely dumbfounded. Her jaw practically hit the obsidian floor.

She couldn’t believe it.

She honestly didn’t think the quiet, innocent Golden Eagle could even think like this! He could manipulate situations this flawlessly?! He had successfully weaponized the Snake King’s ego against him!

’What just happened?!’ Ren demanded in her mind.

[System: I told you, Host. There is still so much you do not know about the Golden Eagle Prince.]

Altair’s deliberate silence only fueled Syris’ competitive fire. The Snake King’s pride had been directly challenged, and he needed undeniable proof of his victory.

"I am the strongest," Syris sneered, his gaze dropping to Ren, his amethyst eyes burning with dark, overwhelming lust. He looked back up at the eagle, a wicked challenge in his voice. "I will prove it to you. We will mate with her right now. Both of us. And I will show you exactly why I must have her entirely to myself."