Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 125: Sandpaper Kisses**

The first lick was an experiment.

Kael’s rough, textured tongue lapped at her heat tentatively, like a tiger investigating a strange, exotic fruit he had found on the jungle floor. He was tasting the sweetness, analyzing the scent, his nose twitching against her slick folds.

Then, he decided he liked the fruit.

And he decided to devour it whole.

"Kael!" Ren shrieked, her back arching violently off the furs as the tentative tasting turned into a voracious feast.

He buried his face between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force to hold her steady. There was no technique here. There was no rhythm or finesse. Unlike Syris, who treated her body like a complex instrument he was mastering with skilled, serpentine flicks, Kael was pure, unadulterated instinct.

His licks were long, broad, and desperate. His tongue, rough like wet sandpaper, scraped over her sensitive nub with a friction that should have been too much. But under the haze of the potent aphrodisiac, the roughness was electrifying.

He lapped at her greedily, slurping and growling into her flesh like he was trying to lick a dinner plate clean after a starvation diet.

"Oh god! Yes! Just like that!"

Ren’s fingers tangled in his thick white hair, pulling the strands as she tried to pull him closer and push him away at the same time. The sensation was raw. It was animalistic. It was the most intense overstimulation she had ever felt. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Kael! I’m gonna—!"

She didn’t stand a chance. The pressure building in her belly exploded with the force of a supernova.

"AHHH!"

Ren screamed, her body seizing up in a violent, shuddering orgasm. She gushed wildly, her release coating his mouth and chin in slick, hot fluid. Kael didn’t stop. He drank her down, groaning into the vibration of her climax, his tongue still working to chase every drop of her flavor.

Ren lay there for a moment, breathless, her chest heaving, her legs trembling like jelly.

Usually, this was the part where she would need a nap and a glass of water. But the "Root of the Silent Void" wasn’t done with her. Instead of the comedown, the orgasm acted like gasoline on a fire. Her skin was still burning.

Kael slowly lifted his head.

Ren looked down at him through half-lidded, hazy eyes. He looked like a savage. His chin and mouth were wet and glistening with her essence. He dragged his tongue over his lips, catching a stray drop, his expression one of dark, possessive satisfaction.

But then, his glowing red eyes narrowed. His gaze shifted from her face down to her waist.

The leopard-print dress was bundled up around her midsection, twisted and ruched up to allow him access, but still covering her breasts and stomach.

Kael let out a low, displeased growl. He reached out, his hands hooking into the delicate leather laces of the bodice. He tugged, the fabric straining ominously.

Ren’s survival instinct—specifically the part that cared about fashion—kicked in.

’He hates it,’ she realized with a jolt. ’He wants skin. And he is about to turn this very cute, very well-stitched dress into confetti.’

"Wait!" Ren gasped, batting his hand away. "Don’t rip it! I like this dress!"

She sat up frantically, her hands fumbling with the laces. Kael watched her with impatient, heavy breaths, his hands twitching as if he were debating whether to just shred her out of it anyway.

Ren worked fast. She pulled the garment over her head in one fluid motion and tossed it into the darkness of the cave.

The moment the fabric left her skin, the atmosphere shifted.

Without the barrier, the frigid air of the cave slammed into her.

"Ah..."

Ren shivered violently. The cold air caressed her sweat-slicked, overheated skin, creating a sensory overload of hot and cold. Her nipples, already hard from the aphrodisiac, tightened painfully into diamond-hard peaks. Her skin pricked with goosebumps from her neck to her toes, making every nerve ending stand at attention.

She was completely naked. Completely exposed.

Kael’s eyes widened as he took in her full form. He scanned her from her trembling breasts to her navel, down to her still-throbbing, wet entrance.

He growled again—this time, a sound of pure approval.

Ren felt a jolt of adrenaline that was equal parts terror and thrill. "Better?" she squeaked.

Wham.

Kael didn’t answer with words. He answered with motion.

"Oof!"

Ren let out a grunt of surprise as he shoved her roughly. With one large hand on her shoulder and another on her thigh, he flipped her over onto her stomach like she weighed nothing more than a feather pillow.

"Hey!" Ren gasped, her face squishing into the soft white furs.

Before she could scramble up, Kael grabbed her hips. His large, calloused hands dug into her flesh as he yanked her backward and upward.

He forced her onto her knees, pulling her hips high into the air while keeping her upper body pressed flat against the bedding.

Ren choked on a breath. It was a position of total submission. Her ass was high in the air, her legs spread wide by his stance, and her dripping, swollen cunt was displayed perfectly to the predator behind her.

Her heart hammered against her ribs so hard she thought it might crack them. She could feel the heat radiating from his massive body as he loomed over her back.

She felt him shift.

Sniff.

Ren squeezed her eyes shut, burying her face in the fur, her cheeks burning with embarassment and arousal.

He pressed his nose directly against her wet entrance again, inhaling deeply, sharply, savoring the scent of her arousal and the aftermath of her orgasm. It was so lewd, so unbelievably erotic, that Ren whimpered, her toes curling into the furs.

Then, he pulled back.

Ren tightly balled her fists, bracing herself. She held her breath in anticipation.

She felt it.

She felt the blunt, wet, impossibly wide head of his erection brush against her entrance.