Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 80: The Stamina of a King**

Ren scrambled backward on the moss, looking at Syris with a mix of awe and absolute terror.

"Wait! Time out!" Ren yelped, holding up her hands. "Refractory period! Humans have a refractory period! We need snacks! We need hydration! We need a nap!"

Syris stood up, water and fluids dripping from his body. He looked like a god of fertility carved from marble.

"Snakes do not need naps," Syris informed her, stepping toward her with predatory grace. "We have endurance. And as you can see..." He gestured to his anatomy. "I have a spare."

Ding!

[System Alert: Stamina Update] [Syris Status: 50% Battery Remaining.] [Ren Status: 5% Battery (Low Power Mode).] [Snake Anatomy Fact: Why have one when you can have two? Efficiency!]

"That is cheating!" Ren cried as Syris grabbed her ankle gently. "That is biological cheating!"

"It is efficient," Syris corrected.

He pulled her toward him. He didn’t lay her back down on the grass.

"The ground is too soft," Syris muttered, his eyes raking over her flushed skin. "I want to hear you louder."

He pulled her to her feet, then turned her around. He marched her—wobbly legs and all—over to a large, ancient tree with silver bark that grew at the edge of the cavern.

"Hands on the tree," Syris ordered.

Ren, too flushed and weak to argue, placed her palms against the cool bark. She was bent forward slightly, her bottom sticking out. It was a vulnerable position, presenting her fully to him.

Syris stepped up behind her. His chest pressed against her back, his arms coming around to brace against the tree on either side of her head, caging her in.

"This time," Syris whispered into her ear, his breath hot, "I will go deeper."

He didn’t use the same "sword" as before. He switched to the fresh one—the right one. He lined it up with her slick entrance.

"Syris, please," Ren whimpered, anticipating the stretch. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

He thrust forward.

This time, there was no gentle preparation. He slid in with a singular, powerful motion, burying himself to the hilt instantly.

"Ahhhh!" Ren screamed, her head falling forward against the bark.

The angle was different. Deeper. It hit her cervix with a dull, pleasurable thud that made her knees buckle. Syris caught her waist, holding her up, his fingers digging into her hips.

He began to pound into her. The sound of his hips hitting her buttocks echoed in the cavern.

"You smell like me now," Syris growled, biting the sensitive skin of her shoulder. "Inside and out."

"Yes! Yes!" Ren sobbed.

His hands roamed over her body, gripping her breasts, his thumbs digging into her skin. The friction was intense. The rough texture of the tree bark against her palms, the slick sweat on their bodies, the unrelenting piston-like motion of his hips—it was a sensory overload.

His cold scales provided a jarring, electrifying contrast to the friction heat generating between them. Every time he slammed into her, a low, vibrating hiss resonated from his chest directly into her back, a primal sound that bypassed her ears and went straight to her spine.

Ren felt her legs shaking uncontrollably. She couldn’t support her own weight. Syris realized it. He hooked his arms under her knees and lifted her up, pressing her chest flat against the tree trunk. Her feet dangled in the air, leaving her completely impaled on him.

Gravity worked with him now. He drove upward, hitting that sweet spot over and over again with punishing accuracy.

"You promised," Syris gritted out, his voice rough. "As many times as I want."

"I know!" Ren wailed. "I’m not complaining! I’m just dying!"

The second climax hit her like a freight train. It started in her toes and curled upward. Her vision went white. She screamed his name, her inner walls pulsing around him, milking him dry.

Syris groaned, his head falling onto her shoulder. He gave three final, jarring thrusts before freezing. He poured into her again, his body twitching with the force of his release.

He held her there against the tree for a long minute, letting the aftershocks fade.

Then, slowly, he lowered her legs.

Ren slid down the tree trunk like a cartoon character. Her legs were jelly. She collapsed onto the mossy roots at the base of the tree, panting, sweating, and covered in evidence of their mating.

Her muscles twitched involuntarily, her body confused about whether it was alive or currently ascending to the afterlife. The moss felt like the most comfortable mattress in existence. She briefly considered evolving into a moss-person just so she never had to move again.

"Okay," Ren wheezed, staring at a glowing mushroom. "Now... now we are done. I am deceased. Bury me here."

She closed her eyes, ready to pass out into a coma.

She felt hands on her ankles.

Ren’s eyes snapped open.

Syris was kneeling in front of her. He looked satisfied, his hair wild, his chest heaving.

But as Ren looked down, her jaw dropped.

The first penis—the one he had used at the pond—had recovered. It was semi-hard again. And the second one wasn’t fully soft yet.

"Syris..." Ren whispered, fear trembling in her voice. "What are you doing?"

Syris smiled. It was a beautiful, terrifying smile.

"I told you," he purred, gripping her knees. "I have waited a very long time."

He pushed her legs apart, spreading her wide open on the tree roots.

"And I am a King," he said, moving between her trembling thighs. "I am greedy."

"No," Ren squeaked. "My spirit is willing, but my body can’t take anymore!"

"Then I will be gentle," Syris promised, though the glint in his eye suggested otherwise. "But we are not finished."

Ding!

[System Update: Survival Mode Activated] [Objective: Survive Round 3.] [Reward: Walking funny for a week.]

As Syris lowered himself over her for the third time, Ren realized that being the mate of a Snake King required a lot more cardio than she had signed up for.