Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 124: A Predator’s Awakening**

Kael sat there like a statue carved from obsidian and bronze.

His eyes were open, glowing a dull, menacing red, but they were devoid of recognition. They were blank, distant, windows into a mind currently consumed by the fog of Feral Madness. He was looking at her, but Ren wasn’t sure if he was seeing her or just a blur of prey.

However, his body was telling a very different story.

The aphrodisiac was working overtime. A heavy flush darkened his high cheekbones, and his chest heaved with shallow, rapid breaths. Between his spread thighs, his erection was fully exposed—a massive, throbbing testament to his arousal that jerked slightly with every beat of his heart.

Ren swallowed hard, her throat dry.

’Okay,’ she told herself, her hands shaking. ’It’s just Kael. It’s just my tiger husband. I just need to... jumpstart him.’

The heat in her own body was becoming unbearable. Her skin felt like it was buzzing with electricity, and the empty ache between her legs was a physical pain demanding attention.

Slowly, agonizingly, Ren leaned back on the furs. She propped herself up with one hand behind her, her arm trembling under her weight.

She locked eyes with the tiger.

"Look at me, Kael," she whispered, her voice husky.

With a deep, shaky breath, she slowly spread her legs wide.

The cool air of the cave rushed into the space between her thighs, hitting her slick, overheated skin. It felt incredibly satisfying, a sharp contrast to the molten lava flowing through her veins.

Kael’s gaze snapped down instantly. His eyes locked onto her exposed femininity, glistening with wetness in the bioluminescent purple light.

He didn’t move. He didn’t growl. He just stared, his nostrils flaring slightly.

Ren’s face burned with a blush that reached her hairline. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. She had masturbated before—she was a healthy adult woman, after all—but never in front of a live audience. And certainly never under the unblinking, predatory gaze of a confused Tiger King who looked ready to either mate with her or eat her.

She felt incredibly exposed. Vulnerable in a way that had nothing to do with being naked.

’Do it,’ the lust whispered in her ear. ’Show him.’

Slowly, Ren reached down with her free hand. Her fingers brushed against her inner thigh, trailing up the sensitive skin until she reached the center of her heat.

She was soaking wet.

"Ah..."

A soft, involuntary moan escaped her lips as her fingers made contact. She was so sensitive from the drug that the lightest touch felt like fireworks.

Ren began to move.

It started slow and sensual. She circled her clit with her thumb, the swollen nub throbbing under her touch. The sensation was blinding white light. She threw her head back, her red hair cascading over her shoulders, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Kael..." she breathed, her hips bucking involuntarily off the furs.

She slipped one finger inside herself, then two. She was so tight, yet so yielding, her body desperate to be filled. The sound of her slick wetness echoed in the quiet cave—a lewd, wet sound that seemed to snap something in the air.

She picked up the pace, her thumb working magic on her clit while her fingers pumped into her own heat.

"Oh god... mmnnh..."

She was a moaning mess. The pleasure was a rising tide, washing away her fear, washing away the awkwardness. She forgot about the System, she forgot about the cold cave. There was only the heat, the friction, and the man watching her.

Kael watched her come undone.

His red eyes narrowed, focusing on the movement of her hand. He watched the way her hips moved, the way her face contorted in bliss. A bead of clear pre-cum welled up at the tip of his erection, sliding slowly down the length of the shaft as his arousal spiked in response to her display. The Beast inside him recognized the scent. Recognized the sound.

Ren could hardly keep her eyes open, her vision swimming in a haze of pleasure. But she forced her heavy lids up. She needed him. She needed the real thing.

She looked straight at Kael, her green eyes glassy and desperate.

"Kael..." she moaned, her voice breaking with need. "Please..."

That broke the dam.

The sound of his name, wrapped in pure lust, seemed to pierce the fog in his mind.

Kael moved.

He shifted his weight, his muscles bunching under his skin. He lowered his body and began to crawl toward her.

Ren stopped her hand instantly, freezing in place. Her chest heaved as she watched him approach.

He moved slowly, deliberately, like a predator stalking a particularly interesting meal. The white furs crunched softly under his weight.

Ren was incredibly nervous. Her heart leaped into her throat.

’What is he doing?’ she thought frantically. ’Is he back? Is it working?’

There was still no clear emotion in his red eyes. No recognition. Just focus.

He reached the edge of her furs. He loomed over her spread legs, his massive shoulders blocking out the purple light.

Ren stopped breathing.

Kael lowered his head.

He didn’t go for her face. He went lower.

He buried his face directly between her legs.

"AH!" Ren shrieked, panic surging through her for a split second.

’He’s going to bite it! He thinks it’s a snack!’

But he didn’t bite.

He inhaled deeply.

Kael pressed his nose right against her vulva, taking a long, deep drag of her scent. His cold, wet nose brushed directly against her swollen, hypersensitive clit.

"Eeep!"

Ren let out a squeal that was half-surprise, half-pleasure, her body jolting at the unexpected contact.

The scent of her aroused pheromones flooded Kael’s senses, drowning out the madness.

He pulled back an inch, his hot breath fanning her wetness.

Then, without warning, he leaned forward and dragged his broad, warm, rough tongue up the entire length of her slit in one long, decisive lick.