Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 126: True Love’s Mating**

There was no hesitation. There was no gentle probing or whispered assurances.

The moment the broad head of his length brushed her entrance, Kael surged forward.

"AHH!"

Ren’s scream was torn from her throat, echoing off the crystal-studded walls of the cave.

He entered her in one heavy, devastating thrust, burying himself to the hilt in a single heartbeat.

Ren felt like she was being split in two. He was massive—far larger than any man had a right to be. The sensation was an overwhelming invasion of stretching fullness that bordered on agony, snapping her eyes wide open.

But the aphrodisiac was a merciful, wicked thing.

Before her brain could register the stretch as pain, the drug twisted the sensation. The "Root of the Silent Void" flooded her nervous system, turning the agonizing fullness into a blinding, white-hot pleasure that short-circuited her mind.

"Kael... oh god!"

Ren buried her face in the white furs, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the bedding.

He didn’t give her a second to adjust.

With a low, guttural growl that vibrated against her spine, Kael began to move.

He withdrew almost completely, leaving her aching and empty for a split second, before slamming back into her with the force of a battering ram.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the cave, rhythmic and obscene.

This wasn’t making love. This was mating. It was raw, primal, and unapologetically rough. Kael was a beast possessed, driven by an instinct that demanded he claim her, fill her, and own her completely.

Suddenly, his large hands left her bruising hips. He reached around her torso, his massive palms engulfing her swaying breasts.

"Oh!"

They were hypersensitive, the nipples already hard and aching from the cold air and the potent drug. Kael didn’t treat them gently. He squeezed them roughly, kneading the soft flesh like dough, his fingers digging in with possessing force.

He pulled back on her breasts, pulling her upper body tight against his chest as he thrust, his thumbs scraping roughly over her peaked nipples with every slam of his hips.

He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

His hot, ragged breath washed over her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Then, she felt the sharp graze of his canine teeth.

He didn’t pull back. Instead, he latched on.

He bit down—not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to bruise. He sucked violently at the sensitive tender flesh connecting her neck and shoulder, his tongue lapping against the skin as his teeth scraped over it.

"Ah! Kael!"

He growled against her skin, the vibration traveling through her throat. He was branding her. He was leaving a dark, undeniable mark that screamed to the world that this female belonged to the Tiger King.

The combination of his teeth on her neck, his hands crushing her breasts, and his relentless pounding was too much.

"Too... too deep!" Ren whimpered, shaking her head, the sensory overload driving her insane. "It’s too much!"

But it wasn’t too much. It was everything.

The line between pain and pleasure didn’t just blur; it vanished.

Ren’s body was on fire. She was burning up from the inside out. The friction was incredible, a constant, grinding heat that built pressure in her belly with terrifying speed.

"Kael! Kael!"

She was a ragdoll in his grip. Her body was jerked forward and backward with every thrust, her nipples being pinched, her neck being bitten, her womb being battered.

She had never felt so full. She felt stuffed, impaled, completely occupied by his presence.

The pleasure crested like a rogue wave.

"I’m— I can’t— AH!"

Ren shattered.

Her first orgasm hit her so hard her vision went white. Her inner walls clamped down on him, spasming violently.

Usually, a man would pause. Usually, the friction would stop.

Kael didn’t stop. He didn’t even slow down.

He growled, squeezing her breasts harder as he pounded through her orgasm, using her contractions to milk his own pleasure.

"No... stop... please..." Ren sobbed, breathless, drooling onto the furs. "I can’t take anymore!"

He ignored her pleas. He was insatiable.

He pulled her hips back even sharper, changing the angle, grinding against her sensitive spot with renewed vigor.

A second wave hit her before the first had even faded. Then a third.

Ren lost track of time. She lost track of herself. She couldn’t think straight. She couldn’t think at all. There was no Ren, no Chef, nothing. There was only the cave, the purple light, and the relentless, piston-like thrusts of the Tiger King ramming into her from behind.

She was drowning in sensation. It was intense, overbearing, and terrifyingly addictive.

"Kael... Kael..."

She was sobbing his name, her body slick with sweat, her legs trembling so hard she could barely stay upright on her knees.

He drove into her, a thrust so deep it stole the breath from her lungs.

And then, suddenly, he stopped.

He froze in place, buried deep inside her.

The slapping sound ceased. The growling cut off.

The cave fell into a heavy, panting silence.

Ren hung her head, gasping for air. Her breathing was heavy and ragged, her lungs burning. Her body felt weak, liquefied, as if he had pounded the very bones out of her.

’Did... did he finish?’ she wondered hazily, her brain slow to reboot.

She felt him move.

Slowly, agonizingly, Kael pulled out of her. The loss of his fullness left her feeling hollow and cold.

Ren went to collapse onto the furs, her strength gone.

But before she could turn around to look at him, wondering why he had stopped so abruptly without the release she had expected, he moved.

"Ah!"

Gently, but with swift, decisive strength, he grabbed her and flipped her over onto her back.

Ren landed on the soft furs, looking up at the ceiling.

Kael loomed over her instantly. He caged her, planting his arms on either side of her head, trapping her between his massive, heaving shoulders.

Ren clenched her eyes shut, her heart skipping a beat. She braced herself. She thought he was going to enter her from the front, to finish what he started with the same ferocity.

She waited for the impact.

Instead, she heard a voice.

"Ren?"

It was breathless. It was husky.

It sounded surprised, relieved, and dripping with a different kind of lust.

Ren’s eyes flew open.

The feral crimson was gone.

Staring down at her, wide and filled with emotion, was a pair of brilliant, conscious golden eyes.