Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan

Ren was already turned on, so she really didn’t need much convincing.

With a breathless smirk, Ren reached down and hiked the dress significantly higher, pulling the soft fabric all the way up until her entire lower region was completely exposed.

The second her bare, flushed ass met the freezing air, Ren violently shivered. The chill was shocking, and her immediate instinct was to quickly slide the warm silk right back down over her cheeks.

But Syris was entirely out of patience.

Before she could even adjust the fabric, his large hands shot out. His cold, pale fingers firmly grabbed her bare ass cheeks. The contrast of his freezing touch against her warm skin made Ren gasp out loud.

With a desperate, hungry groan, Syris immediately began moving her hips back and forth, grinding her firmly against his rigid lengths.

"Ah... Syris!" Ren whimpered, her head falling back.

The textured scales of his robe rubbed agonizingly well against her swollen, hyper-sensitive clit with every single rotation of her hips.

Ren completely gave herself over to the primal rhythm.

She began aggressively moving her own body, matching the frantic, upward thrusts Syris was dictating with his hands on her ass. Her slick juices began leaking out of her in droves, rapidly soaking the front of his snakeskin robe. The wet patch created a perfectly slick, slippery surface, allowing their bodies to glide and grind against each other with a squelching heat.

"Ren," Syris gasped out between low, desperate moans, his chest heaving under her. "Why... why does this feel so good? I’m not even inside you."

"F-Friction," Ren gasped out, her green eyes hazy with lust.

She leaned her upper body forward, pressing her breasts flush against his chest to give herself better leverage. She pressed down significantly harder, trying to grind her soaked, aching folds even deeper against his hard, split erections. The slickness of her pooling juices made every single upward thrust of his hips slide perfectly against her clit.

It felt so impossibly good. Ren could feel her orgasm rapidly building in her lower belly. But she desperately needed just a little bit more stimulation to push her over.

Judging by Syris’ frantic, bruising grip on her hips and his ragged breaths, she could easily tell the Snake King was close to his own peak as well.

"Syris," Ren moaned out, bucking her hips down hard against him. "Spank me. Spank me hard."

Syris froze for a fraction of a second, his eyes blinking up at her in utter bewilderment. "Spank?"

"Slap my ass," Ren clarified, panting heavily as she ground her wetness into his soaked robes. "Slap it hard."

Syris hesitated. "I don’t want to hurt you. Your skin is too soft."

"It’ll be fine!" Ren urged frantically, gripping his broad shoulders. "You won’t hurt me, Syris! Just do it!"

Trusting her command, Syris pulled his right hand back.

SMACK!

When Syris’ hand came down on her bare right butt cheek, Ren literally saw sparkling, cartoonish stars explode in her vision.

The sharp, stinging slap echoed through the cavernous room. Her pale cheek reddened instantly in the shape of his handprint. The sudden, intense spike of stinging pleasure caused Ren’s inner walls to violently clench, and a fresh wave of slick juices flooded out of her.

"Ah!" Ren cried out, her back arching steeply.

Syris’ eyes widened in sheer panic at her loud cry. "Was that too hard?!" he asked nervously, his hand hovering over her reddened skin.

Ren looked down at him, a completely lust-drunk smile spreading across her flushed face. "Don’t stop until I cum."

Seeing that she was actually perfectly okay, Syris eagerly obliged.

He found a rhythm.

Smack. Thrust. Smack. Thrust.

He continued to rhythmically slap her reddened ass cheeks while forcefully thrusting his rigid hemipenes upward against her soaked, grinding cunt. The wet sounds of their frantic grinding and the sharp, echoing spanks completely filled the nest.

The overwhelming combination of the intense friction and the stinging heat on her ass finally tipped Ren over the edge.

With a loud, broken scream of his name, Ren orgasmed. Her entire body seized as blinding waves of pleasure ripped through her. She clamped down hard, her hips shuddering as she squirted, her slick fluids drenching the front of Syris’ snakeskin robe.

She collapsed entirely boneless against his chest, panting heavily.

But beneath her, Syris let out a frustrated, strained hiss. Despite the intense friction, he still hadn’t released yet. His twin swords were still painfully erect beneath the soaked fabric.

Syris furrowed his brows in deep confusion when Ren suddenly scrambled off his lap.

Ren knelt beside him on the soft furs of the stone bed. Without a single word of warning, she hastily grabbed the edges of his ruined snakeskin robe and yanked it apart, completely pulling out his hemipenes.

Syris’ breath hitched. A low moan tore from his lips as her incredibly warm, soft hands wrapped around his cold flesh.

His twin members were a breathtaking, terrifying sight. They were thick, long and completely rock-hard, their split tips oozing thick drops of translucent pre-cum.

Ren didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward and took the right shaft completely into her warm, wet mouth, swirling her tongue expertly over the sensitive ridge, while her hand firmly gripped the left shaft, vigorously and tightly jerking him off.

Syris completely lost his mind. He threw his head back against the furs, his long black hair splaying out like a halo as he thrust his hips wildly into her mouth and hand.

Ren alternated her attention between the two of them. She sucked the left one deep into the back of her throat, her lips sliding wetly up and down the thick girth, while she massaged and pumped the right one, smearing his own slick pre-cum all over the head.

"Ren!" Syris roared. "I’m—!"

He didn’t even have the chance to finish his warning.

Syris came, shooting thick, pearlescent ropes of seed everywhere. He came all over her flushed face and the front of her emerald silk dress, while the rest splattered thickly across himself.

He collapsed back onto the furs, his chest heaving as the last of his spasms subsided.

Syris wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, and he forcefully pulled Ren’s small body flush against his chest, burying his face in her red hair.

He let out a long, shuddering sigh of pure relief. He had missed the overwhelming, radiant heat of her body so much. He had been so painfully cold without her.

Ren happily snuggled into his embrace, resting her cheek against his chest.

"Syris," Ren argued softly, her voice muffled against his skin. "I still need to go get the herbs from the garden for your sunburn."

Syris tightened his muscular arms around her, completely refusing to let her up from the bed.

"It can wait until sunrise."