Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan

"Woah, woah, woah!" Ren finally interjected, waving her hands up in the air. "Hold on a second! Don’t I have a say in this?!"

Syris completely cut her off. The Snake King grabbed her waist, spun her around, and claimed her lips. He pushed her backward, pressing her small body flush against Altair’s towering frame.

Ren’s eyes shot wide open when Altair’s muscular arms instantly snaked around her waist from behind. His erection pressed into the soft cleft of her ass through the silk of her dress.

As Syris devoured her mouth from the front, his tongue parting her lips to taste her deeply, Altair ducked his head. The eagle’s soft blonde hair brushed her cheek as he began pressing kisses along the sensitive, exposed column of her neck.

Ren’s legs instantly felt like jelly. Her heart was hammering a mile a minute, crashing against her ribcage. She was tightly pressed right between two impossibly gorgeous, dominant men who were completely focused on consuming her.

If heaven existed among all the other beautiful things in the universe, Ren vividly imagined it felt exactly like this.

When Syris finally pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their lips, Ren was utterly breathless. Her chest heaved, her lips swollen and flushed as she stared up into his dark, dilated amethyst eyes.

Syris held her hazy gaze for a long moment. His cold, pale thumb gently traced the plumpness of her bottom lip.

"In this swamp," Syris whispered, "you belong only to me."

His gaze then slowly shifted over her shoulder, locking directly onto Altair, who was currently watching him with unblinking silver eyes.

"The bird leaves when this is done," Syris commanded.

Ren’s mouth opened and closed like a dying fish. It wasn’t that she couldn’t find anything to say; it was the terrifying reality that there was literally nothing she could say! Altair was the most incredibly stubborn person she had ever met. If the Golden Eagle Prince didn’t want to leave, she definitely could not make him leave!

Furthermore, she was still firmly pressed tight between both of their towering bodies. She could vividly feel both Altair’s rigid length pressed against her rear, and Syris’s twin swords throbbing hotly against her stomach. Being completely surrounded by their demanding arousal made it painfully difficult for her to think straight.

Way too much blood was rapidly rushing away from her brain and straight down to her aching, dripping core.

Syris couldn’t get along with anyone. Maybe she could convince Altair to just go for now? Or maybe she could miraculously convince Syris to let him stay?

Both options were equally, hopelessly impossible.

[System: Host, you really should just stop worrying about these things and enjoy the moment! Do you have any idea how many females would kill to be in your exact position right now?! You are currently trapped between a Beast King and actual Beast World Royalty!]

Ren was worried they might fight to the death immediately after the sex! There was no way she or Syris could successfully convince Altair to leave if he simply didn’t want to!

[System: I am entirely sure you will figure it out! But for some added, spicy motivation...]

Ding!

[Side Quest Added: The Eagle’s Nest] [Objective: Manage to successfully have Altair to stay in the swamp with you.] [Reward: One (1) crucial hint to aid with ANY of your three Main Quests!]

Ren’s eyes widened. ’Really?!’ she thought, her desperation spiking.

Ren blinked rapidly, her lashes fluttering when Syris suddenly gripped her chin, forcing her attention back to his peeling, but beautiful face.

"What are you thinking about?" Syris asked.

"Uhh..." Ren panicked, her brain completely frying under the pressure. She couldn’t come up with a single, believable excuse.

So, she fell back on the best distraction she knew. Ren threw her arms tightly around his neck, pushed herself up on her tippy-toes, and fiercely kissed him, parting her lips to invite his tongue back in.

Syris groaned into her mouth, his cold hands instantly dropping to grip her hips.

At the exact same time, Ren felt Altair’s incredibly warm hands slide down to her bare thighs. The eagle’s long fingers gripped the smooth flesh, slowly and deliberately hiking the short slits of her emerald silk dress all the way up to her hips.

A loud, needy moan slipped directly from Ren’s lips into Syris’s mouth as Altair’s hands began intimately caressing the sensitive skin of her upper thighs, his thumbs brushing dangerously close to her soaked center.

"I will leave," Altair stated in a perfectly calm, flat monotone, "when I want to leave."

Syris broke the kiss.

He glared at the eagle so intensely that if looks could kill, Altair would be a pile of smoldering ash on the obsidian floor. But Altair just stared blankly right back at him, continuing to slowly stroke Ren’s thighs.

Ren looked back and forth between the two impossibly handsome men. A wicked thought suddenly crossed her mind: What if they just shoved her aside and started aggressively making out with each other instead?

Her cheeks instantly flushed a bright shade of crimson. She bit her tongue. She really, really shouldn’t be thinking this way about her own husbands!

She needed to keep them from killing each other, but her body was excitedly, desperately anticipating being completely claimed and ravaged by these two apex predators. But beneath the blinding lust, Ren was genuinely nervous.

Would her fragile human body actually be able to keep up with their intense, competitive passion? What if she doesn’t survive enough rounds, and their frustrated lust morphs back into violent anger? What if she passes out from exhaustion and wakes up to find one of her husbands dead on the floor?!

[System: Do not fret, my delicate Host! Your Endurance and Stamina buffs are currently at an incredibly high level thanks to your previous encounters! Furthermore, your Recovery buff will improve every single time you mate with Altair! You will definitely be able to last many, many rounds with both of them!]

Ren swallowed hard, feeling the wetness dripping down her thighs.

[System: While you do currently have an incredibly low chance of conceiving... absolutely anything is possible with copious amounts of sex!]

Ren let out a shaky breath. As she had morbidly expected, keeping the expired Nexplanon birth control implant in her arm for so long in this world had done a massive amount of internal damage to her fertility and her chances of getting pregnant.

Maybe Vex removing the implant wasn’t such a bad thing after all.