Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 201: A Detailed Customer Review**

Behind her, Kael didn’t hesitate. His large hands gripped her exposed butt cheeks, parting them with a possessive firmness that made her breath hitch.

She gasped as she felt him press his hard, hot length right between her cheeks. He started to thrust slowly, sliding the velvet head of his erection against her sensitive skin, groaning low in his throat from the friction and the softness of her ass.

’Oh my god,’ Ren thought, her eyes rolling back.

Her body jerked slightly against the tree with every slow, heavy thrust. The sensation was overwhelming. The rough texture of the tree trunk pressed against her front, the cool, waxy leaves of her new top crushed between her breasts and the bark.

It should have been uncomfortable. It was uncomfortable. But the friction of the rough bark against her hardening nipples, combined with the sensation of a massive tiger rubbing against her bare backside, was almost maddening.

"Mmm," Ren moaned, her hands clawing at the trunk.

’I am a degenerate,’ she realized hazily. ’I am being pressed against a tree like a squirrel, and I am loving it.’

She was getting turned on. Viscerally.

Kael moved back suddenly, letting go of her cheeks. Ren almost whined at the loss of contact.

He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin, and pulled her back. He forced her to bend over slightly, spreading her legs wider to accommodate his stance.

Ren shivered. The wind breezed coolly against her exposed wetness, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from the predator behind her.

Kael reached his hand under her, cupping her femininity.

"Ren," he growled, his voice thick with lust.

He was checking to see if she was ready. If she was wet enough to take him.

Ren moaned loudly, bucking her hips against his hand instinctively. She was beyond wet; she was soaked.

Kael made a noise of approval and started to pull his hand away.

"No," Ren strained, her voice cracking between quiet moans. "Keep... keep it there."

She put her hand over his large, calloused one, pressing it back against her.

She had no shame left. Ren started grinding against his hand, seeking the friction, seeking the pressure.

Kael didn’t move. He held his hand steady, letting her do what she wanted.

Ren pressed his hand firmer against her soaked center, moving her hips faster, desperate for the release.

"Kael... yes..."

She was getting off on his hand. The sensation was electric.

"Ah! Oh!"

Ren moaned loudly, her body seizing as a sudden, intense climax ripped through her. She soaked Kael’s palm and fingers, shuddering violently as the orgasm rocked her frame.

She gasped for air, her legs trembling. She removed her hand from his, placing it back on the tree trunk to brace herself before she collapsed.

She looked back over her shoulder.

Kael finally removed his hand. He held it up, staring at his palm, which was wet and slick with her juices. His golden eyes were dark, dilated, and burning with a lust so potent it could start a forest fire.

Ren watched, mesmerized, as he took that hand and wrapped it around his throbbing erection. He lathered himself with her essence, preparing himself to claim her.

It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen.

’Lunch?’ Ren’s brain supplied unhelpfully. ’Who needs pork? I want the sausage.’

She forgot the pig. She forgot the quests. She might’ve even forgotten her name. She just wanted this sexy, primal tiger beastman inside her right now.

Ren arched her back more, presenting herself to him.

"Put it in," she demanded breathlessly.

Kael didn’t need to be told twice.

He guided himself to her slick entrance. Because of her orgasm, and because he had coated himself in her fluids, he slid in with terrifying ease.

"Ohhh!" Ren moaned breathlessly, her head falling back against his shoulder.

He slid all the way in. He was huge, stretching her, filling her completely.

"Tight," Kael groaned against her neck, his grip on her hips turning bruising. "So wet."

Ren was already clamping down on him, her internal muscles spasming around his girth.

Kael began to move. He didn’t start slow. He moaned and grunted, thrusting roughly into her, snapping his hips with a force that shook the entire tree.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

"Yes! Kael!"

Ren moaned loudly, her mind going blank with pleasure. She thrust her hips back to meet him, matching his savagery.

’I love this,’ Ren realized through the haze. ’I had no idea. I thought I was a vanilla cupcake. Turns out, I’m a spicy devil’s food cake.’

Kael was a wild sexual beast, and he was bringing out her darkest desire to be absolutely wrecked.

Ren orgasmed on his cock almost immediately, the sensation too intense to hold back.

But Kael didn’t stop.

He lifted her leg, hooking it over his arm, and pounded even deeper into her, chasing his own release.

"Do you..." Kael panted between thrusts, his voice guttural. "Do you... like the skirt... now?"

Ren’s eyes widened. He was gloating?! In the middle of sex?!

She was being held up entirely by his grip. Her legs were jelly. Her brain was mush.

Ren tried to speak between her cries of pleasure.

"The skirt..." Thrust. "Ah! Needs..." Thrust. "A back!"

"You still don’t like it," Kael growled.

He adjusted his position, angling his hips sharply.

He hit it. The spot.

Ren lost it.

"KAEL!" she screamed, her voice echoing into the forest.

He continued to attack her G-spot with ruthless precision. Ren tightened around him, her body convulsing.

Kael roared, a sound of pure triumph, as he shot spurts of seed deep inside her just as she orgasmed for the second time.

Ren could feel the warmth of him flooding her, overflowing and running down her inner thighs as he held her there, twitching through his aftershocks.

Slowly, he pulled out.

Ren stood there for one second, bracing herself against the tree.

Then, the world tilted.

Her knees buckled, and she passed out cold in Kael’s arms.