Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 184: United Nations of Hotness*

Ren was floating. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

She wasn’t in a tree hollow anymore. She was lying on a bed—no, a throne bed—of the softest, thickest furs imaginable. White and black fur and golden feathers made up a quilt of pure, decadent luxury.

Ren sighed, stretching her limbs. She felt heavy, but good heavy. Like she was made of warm honey and desire.

"Is she comfortable?" a deep, rumbling voice asked from behind her ear.

"She looks comfortable," a silken, hissing voice replied from near her feet. "Look at her toes. They are curled."

Ren opened her eyes.

The lighting was perfect—golden hour, soft focus, like an Instagram filter come to life.

She looked down.

Syris was kneeling between her spread legs. He was naked, his pale skin glowing like moonlight against the dark furs, his black hair cascading over his shoulders like a silk curtain.

"Syris?" Ren breathed.

He looked up, flashing the smile of a devoted worshipper.

"Relax, little chef," Syris purred, his golden eyes half-lidded with intent. "You have walked far. Let this King serve you."

Ren’s brain short-circuited.

Then, she felt a heavy, warm weight press against her back. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against a chest that vibrated with a low, rhythmic thrum.

"Don’t hog her, Snake," Kael’s voice growled softly against her neck.

Ren tilted her head back. Kael was the big spoon. He nuzzled into the crook of her shoulder, his white hair tickling her jaw. He, too, was gloriously naked, a solid wall of muscle and searing heat.

"I am not hogging," Syris replied, not with venom, but with a playful smirk. "I am merely preparing the canvas. You are the one drooling on her."

"I am not drooling," Kael responded gently, kissing the sensitive spot behind Ren’s ear.

His large, rough hands slid up from her waist. They moved higher, claiming their prize with the confidence of a predator who had caught his prey.

Ren gasped as Kael’s palms cupped the heavy weight of her breasts. He groaned into her neck, the sound vibrating through her spine. His fingers, calloused and strong, kneaded her soft flesh with a possessive hunger that made her body tremble.

"Mine," Kael growled, his thumbs flicking expertly over her hardened nipples, sending jolts of electricity straight down her core. He squeezed, lifting and molding her, playing her body like an instrument. "They fit my hands perfectly. So soft. So responsive."

"Is there room for me?" a quiet, velvet voice asked from above.

Ren looked up, her vision blurring with pleasure.

Altair descended from the golden light like an angel. But a naughty angel. A very, very naked angel.

He landed softly on the bed, kneeling over Ren’s hips. His golden wings were spread wide, creating a canopy of feathers around them. His silver eyes were filled with that intense, innocent hunger she had seen earlier, but now it was unleashed.

"The bird joins the nest," Kael said happily, pinching Ren’s nipple lightly, pulling a sharp moan from her lips. "Come here, Eagle Prince. There is plenty of Ren to go around."

"Yes," Syris hissed. "Watch closely, bird."

The Snake King lowered his head. His long, cool fingers slid effortlessly between Ren’s wet folds, spreading her open for his inspection.

"Oh!" Ren cried out, her hips bucking off the furs.

Syris didn’t stop. He pushed two long fingers deep inside her slick heat. The contrast of his cool skin against her internal fire was maddening. He curled his fingers upward, hitting that sweet spot with terrifying precision, finding a rhythm that made Ren’s toes curl.

"You are so wet for us," Syris murmured, watching the way her body clenched around his fingers. "So eager. I can feel you tightening. Do you like that, little chef?"

"I want to taste," Altair said seriously, his gaze dropping to Ren’s parted lips.

He leaned down.

Ren looked up at him, her senses overwhelmed by the heat of the Tiger behind her and the skill of the Snake inside her.

Altair didn’t wait. He captured her lips in a searing kiss. He devoured her mouth, his tongue sweeping inside to tangle with hers, stealing the breath from her lungs. He tasted like rain and desire.

Ren felt like her head was going to explode.

Kael was kneading her breasts, his rough thumbs circling her nipples, growling against her skin. Syris was thrusting his fingers in and out of her, stretching her, setting a wicked, relentless pace. Altair was kissing her senseless, swallowing her whimpers, drinking her moans.

"This is..." Ren gasped into Altair’s mouth, breaking the kiss for a split second. "This is a paradox."

"It is paradise," Syris corrected, picking up his pace, his thumb rubbing her clit as his fingers stretched her deep inside.

"It is destiny," Kael murmured, biting her neck gently, marking her.

"It is how it should be," Altair stated, pulling back just an inch to look into her eyes, his silver gaze blown wide with lust.

They surrounded her. A triangle of Apex Predators. A Tiger, a Snake, and an Eagle. And she was the delicious prey in the middle.

"We love you, Ren," Kael whispered.

"We adore you," Syris hissed.

"We want more," Altair said.

Ren arched her back, a scream building in her throat as the pleasure from three directions peaked simultaneously. The friction, the fullness, the heat—it was too much.

"Yes," Ren cried out. "Yes, yes, yes!"

The heat was unbearable. The pleasure was a tidal wave. She was drowning in husbands.

"Ren," they whispered in unison. "Ren..."

"REN!"

GASP.

Ren shot up.

Her eyes flew open.

The golden light vanished. The soft furs vanished.

She was back in the damp, dark tree hollow. The fire was a pile of dying embers. The air was cold.

And she was alone in the mossy nest.

Ren sat there, her chest heaving, sweat trickling down her forehead despite the chill. Her body was vibrating, her skin tingling as if phantom hands were still touching her everywhere. Her breasts ached from the ghost of Kael’s grip. Her core throbbed from the memory of Syris’ fingers. Her lips felt swollen though they weren’t.

"Hah... hah..." Ren panted, clutching her chest.

She looked around frantically. No Kael. No Syris.

She looked at the entrance.

Altair was still there, in his bird form, asleep with his head tucked under his wing.

Ren flopped back down onto the moss, covering her face with her hands.

"Oh my god," Ren wheezed into her palms. "I am so broken."

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A/N: I wrote this Chapter very tentatively and mostly to test the waters because I’m not sure how you guys feel about this level of polyamory where Ren has sex with more than one of them at once. Let me know what you guys think. Should we have scenes like that in the future?