Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 110: Taming the Twin Serpents**

Ren’s fingers trembled slightly as she pulled the final loop of the knot. The silk sash gave way, and the heavy snakeskin robe slid off Syris’s broad shoulders, pooling around his hips before she pushed it away completely.

The cool night air rushed in, but the heat radiating from the Snake King was palpable.

Under the silver spotlight of the moon, Syris looked magnificent. His skin was pale and flawless, rippling with lean, corded muscle that looked carved from marble. But Ren’s eyes were drawn lower, past the defined V-line of his hips, to the main event.

His unique anatomy was on full display. His twin swords stood proud and tall, standing at attention against his abdomen. They were distinct, terrifyingly beautiful, and already glistening at the tips with pearlescent drops of pre-cum.

Ren gulped audibly. Her face felt like it was on fire. It was her first time seeing them this close, let alone being tasked with handling them.

She reached out, her hands shaking, and placed her palms on his chest. She ran them slowly, sensually down his pectorals, feeling the hard thump of his heart beneath the skin. She traced the ridges of his abs, her nails dragging lightly, causing Syris to inhale sharply through his teeth.

Her hands moved lower until she was hovering just above his members.

Ren paused, her mind racing with logistics. ’How am I supposed to do this?’ she wondered frantically. ’Do I alternate? Do I switch back and forth?’

She looked at the size of them. Syris wasn’t excessively thick, but he was incredibly long. Trying to fit both in her mouth at once would be suicide; she’d choke before she even started.

’Okay. Divide and conquer,’ she decided. ’Suck one, caress the other.’

Slowly, Ren leaned closer. Syris watched her with wide, curious amethyst eyes, his breathing already hitching.

She stopped inches away, her hot breath ghosting over his sensitive flesh. She kissed the tip of the left member, a soft, feather-light touch.

Syris’ hips bucked involuntarily. "Ren..."

She ignored him. She dragged her tongue along the underside of the shaft, tasting the salty, musky scent of him, before opening her mouth and taking the head in.

The sensation was completely unfamiliar to the Snake King.

"Oh!" Syris gasped, his head falling back against the grass.

It was warm. It was wet. It was tight.

As her mouth began to work on one, Ren wrapped her trembling hand around the shaft of the other twitching member. She synchronized her movements, stroking the right one in a steady rhythm while her mouth descended further onto the left.

It was the best thing Syris had ever felt in his centuries of life. The dual stimulation was overwhelming.

"Mmm... Ren..." he moaned, a low, guttural sound that vibrated in his chest.

Ren’s confidence grew with every moan. She tightened her grip. She swirled her tongue. She bobbed her head, taking as much of his length as she could manage without gagging, while her hand pumped the other sword with increasing speed.

Syris was a mess. The cool, composed King was gone, replaced by a red-faced, panting male who was thrashing in the grass. His hands gripped the earth, tearing up clumps of grass as he thrust his hips upward, instinctively chasing the pleasure she was gifting him.

"Faster," he pleaded, his voice ragged. "Don’t stop... oh gods..."

Ren sped up. Her jaw ached, but she didn’t stop. She used her tongue, she used her hand, creating a symphony of friction and suction that drove him to the edge of madness.

"Ren! Ren!"

Syris arched his back, his entire body going rigid as the climax hit him like a lightning strike.

He shouted her name, his hips snapping forward one last time.

He erupted. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

The release was powerful. He shot his load into her mouth, hot and bitter-sweet, while the one she was stroking matched the rhythm, firing ropes of white fluid into the air. It splattered across his own heaving chest, landed in his hair, and splashed across Ren’s cheek and neck.

Ren held him through the aftershocks, swallowing what she could and letting her hand milk the last drops from him.

When he finally went limp, Ren pulled back. A string of saliva and seed connected her lips to him before breaking. She licked a stray drop of his release from the corner of her mouth, her chest heaving.

Her face was scarlet. Her breathing was ragged. And unmistakably, she was aroused. The wetness between her thighs had soaked through her thin clothes; she was practically dripping.

She had no idea a man’s moan could be so incredibly arousing. Seeing the powerful Snake King reduced to a shivering, pleasure-drunk mess had turned her on more than anything she had ever experienced in her life.

’Focus, Ren,’ she scolded herself, shaking her head to clear the haze of lust. ’Mission first.’

She looked at Syris.

He was lying spread-eagle in the grass, his chest rising and falling heavily. His eyes were half-closed, glazed over with a thick haze of exhaustion and endorphins. The "Tired Noodle" theory had worked perfectly.

"That was..." Syris breathed, his voice slurring slightly. "Incredible. The best thing... I have ever experienced."

His hand moved lazily, traveling up her thigh, his fingers seeking the heat radiating from her.

"Come here," he murmured, his eyes darkening again despite his fatigue. "Let me return the favor. You are wet for me."

Ren caught his hand before it could go higher. She squeezed his fingers gently, putting on her sweetest, most devoted smile.

"No, Syris," she whispered softly. "Tonight is all about you. You always make me feel good. I wanted to serve you tonight."

She kissed his knuckles.

"You should rest," she cooed. "Just relax. Enjoy the feeling."

Fortunately, Syris’ brain was too fried by orgasm to argue. His ego was stroked, his body was satisfied, and the lingering heat of the day was finally pulling him into a deep slumber.

He smiled, a rare, genuine expression of contentment. He tugged weakly on her hand.

"Come... sleep with me then."

"I will," Ren lied smoothly. "I just need to clean up first. I’m covered in... you."

She gestured to her face and chest.

Syris let out a massive yawn, his eyelids fluttering shut. He released her hand.

"Don’t take long," he mumbled, turning onto his side and curling up. Within seconds, his breathing evened out.

Ren waited for three heartbeats. Then, she scrambled to her feet.

She turned and rushed toward the river, her heart pounding with adrenaline and unspent desire.