Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan

Syris threw his head back, his long, silky black hair whipping wildly over his broad shoulders. A loud moan ripped from his throat, "Ah... Ren..."

Ren smiled against the thick flesh. She absolutely adored the sound of men moaning. The raw, guttural sound of a man losing his mind to pleasure was like a beautiful symphony, sending an jolt straight down to her own aching core.

Parting her lips, she opened wide and took the thick head of his second hemipenis directly into her mouth.

Down on her bare knees against the freezing stone, her right hand maintained a tight grip on Altair’s cock, her small fingers stretching to wrap around his girth. Her left hand was wrapped around Syris’s first hemipenis.

And her mouth was entirely occupied by the Snake King’s second sword.

She was managing three big, throbbing lengths of flesh at once.

Syris couldn’t help himself. Driven by pure lust, his hips began to involuntarily twitch. He slowly started to thrust forward, sliding his cock deep into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. He was incredibly careful, his cool hands tangling gently in her fiery red hair to guide the steady rhythm, making absolutely sure he didn’t choke her.

The bizarre, raised scales of his anatomy scraped exquisitely against her tongue and the soft roof of her mouth with every single slow, deliberate thrust. His balls slapped wetly against her chin.

While Syris was highly vocal, his deep groans filling the cold air, Altair remained a portrait of towering patience. The Golden Eagle Prince didn’t complain or show an ounce of impatience about not being in her mouth first. He simply stood there and watched.

As Ren bobbed her head on Syris, she looked up through her thick, fluttering lashes at the bird. His jaw was locked tight. A drop of pearlescent pre-cum gathered at the flared slit of his velvet cock, slowly dripping down to coat Ren’s moving right hand in a slick, natural lubricant.

The intense heat pooling between Ren’s own thighs was becoming entirely unbearable. She was panting heavily through her nose, her chest heaving as she swallowed Syris’s length. A drop of her own slick moisture detached from her swollen folds, landing with a soft patter against the freezing obsidian floor beneath her knees. Her nipples were painfully hard, pebbling in the biting air but flushed with a feverish, rosy heat.

Her jaw began to ache delightfully. Ren popped her lips off Syris’s cock.

She left the Snake King gasping for air, a glistening string of saliva connecting her pink, swollen lips to his weeping tip.

Ren sat back on her heels for a brief second, panting heavily. Her breath plumed in the freezing air, but her naked body felt like it was on fire. She licked the salty, musky taste of Syris’s pre-cum from her lips, her green eyes darting to the giant eagle.

She absolutely refused to neglect the patient bird.

Ren swiftly shifted her grip. She released Altair’s hot shaft from her right hand, bringing both of her small, slick hands directly over to Syris. She wrapped one hand around each of the Snake King’s twin swords and immediately began jerking his double anatomy in tandem, forcefully smearing his slick fluids all over.

Then, she leaned her naked body toward Altair.

Ren opened her mouth and took the Golden Eagle’s throbbing cock directly past her lips.

Where Syris was cool and exotic, Altair was scorching hot, perfectly smooth, and impossibly thick. The velvet skin of his shaft radiated a furnace-like heat that kissed her freezing cheeks before she even took him all the way in.

Ren swirled her tongue expertly around his incredibly sensitive, flared ridge, sucking hard as her lips sealed perfectly around his thick girth.

Altair’s flawless composure finally fractured. A beautiful, breathy whine slipped from his perfectly shaped lips. His large hands dropped down to gently cup her bare, shivering shoulders. His thumbs brushed softly over her collarbones as his broad chest rapidly rose and fell.

"Ren..." Altair murmured, his smooth voice completely wrecked and heavy with lust.

Unable to stand still any longer, the bird began to slowly, carefully thrust into her mouth. His hips snapped forward in agonizingly slow, deeply controlled increments. He pushed his length deep against the back of her throat, completely filling her, before slowly pulling back just enough to let her wet lips drag tightly over his sensitive head.

With every single deep thrust Altair made into her mouth, and every slick, wet pump her hands made on Syris’s twin cocks, Ren’s cunt clenched violently. She was getting wildly, desperately turned on. Her core throbbed in perfect time with the rigid, pulsing veins beneath her palms. She let out a muffled, needy whimper right around Altair’s cock, her bare thighs squeezing tightly together to chase a friction that simply wasn’t there.

Altair’s breathing grew incredibly ragged. His thrusts into her mouth became a fraction faster, a fraction deeper. His grip on her bare shoulders tightened as his muscular thighs began to visibly tremble under the overwhelming pleasure.

Both towering apex predators were getting close to their breaking points. The air was thick with the heavy scent of raw sex and slick arousal.

But just as they neared the explosive edge, Syris suddenly reached down. He placed his cool hands firmly over Ren’s wrists, gently but forcefully stopping her rapid pumping motions.

Altair, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, let out a deep, frustrated groan but obediently and carefully pulled his slick, saliva-coated cock entirely from her hot mouth.

They were absolutely not going to let her finish them off down here on the freezing, hard stone floor. They wanted to properly, thoroughly claim her.

Without a single word, Syris and Altair reached down together. Their strong, incredibly careful hands gripped Ren’s upper arms and waist, effortlessly lifting her shivering, naked body completely off the obsidian floor. The two beastmen guided her directly toward the inviting, massive warmth of the fur-covered stone bed.