Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 207: Double Dipping in White Sauce**

Syris nodded, his eyes dark with intent.

Ren didn’t waste a second. She grabbed his wrist, her grip firm. She craned her neck, looking behind him to check for Kael and Viper.

"Come here," Ren whispered.

She pulled the Snake King behind a dense, tall bush that offered just enough cover from the main clearing.

The moment they were hidden, Ren reached for the sash of his tattered robe. She untied it with trembling fingers, letting the fabric fall open.

There they were.

Syris’ "twin swords" stood proud and erect against his pale skin. Two distinct, formidable shafts, throbbing in unison.

Ren’s breath caught in her throat. She reached out, gripping both of them, one in each hand. They were cool to the touch at first, but rapidly heating up under her palms.

"Hah..." Syris’ breath hitched violently. He bucked his hips forward into her hands, unable to control the reflex.

Ren began to stroke him. Her movements were slow and gentle, her thumbs gliding over the sensitive ridges of the heads.

"Ren," Syris groaned, his head falling back.

Ren bit her bottom lip. She clenched her thighs together as the sound of his quiet moans vibrated through the air. It was intoxicating. The sight of the usually cold, composed King unraveling at her touch turned her blood to lava.

She met his half-lidded amethyst eyes. Her face was a bright, flushed red.

"Mating," Ren whispered breathlessly, "would be too risky. Kael could come back. We can’t... I can’t take you right now."

Syris opened his mouth to protest, to beg.

"But," Ren interrupted, her eyes dropping to his waist. "We can do something else."

Before Syris could ask what, Ren dropped to her knees in the soft grass.

The new angle was spectacular.

Ren looked at his cocks in her hands. They were hard, pulsing with a life of their own. A bead of clear pre-cum had already formed at the tip of each one, glistening like morning dew.

Ren didn’t hesitate. She pushed the two shafts together, aligning the heads. She leaned forward and ran her tongue along the tips, licking away both droplets of pre-cum in one long, sinful swipe.

"Huuu..." Syris groaned, a long, ragged sound escaping his chest. He thrust his hips forward, his hands finding their way to her hair.

[System: Host, I hate to interrupt this National Geographic special, but you might want to stop teasing him and speed this up. Kael is already on his way back.]

Ren’s eyes widened. ’Already?!’

She needed to hurry. This wasn’t a tasting menu; this was a speed-eating contest.

Ren opened her mouth and took one of the shafts inside. It was thick, filling her mouth completely. Her hand wrapped tightly around the other one.

She began to work.

She alternated between them with the coordination of a master chef juggling pans. She sucked hard on the one in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the ridge, while her hand pumped the other one in a matching rhythm. Then she switched, giving equal attention to both, ensuring neither twin felt neglected.

"Oh... Ren..." Syris gasped, his legs trembling. "You... yes..."

The sounds he was making—low, guttural groans of pure pleasure—were doing things to Ren.

Her mind drifted. ’Would Kael sound like this?’ she wondered hazily. ’If I did this to him... if I sucked him off... would the big bad Tiger whimper like the Snake?’

The thought of Kael enjoying her mouth, combined with the reality of Syris enjoying her mouth, was too much.

Ren was a wet mess between her clamped thighs. Her juices were running down her inner thighs in warm rivulets. She began rubbing her thighs together, trying to appease the aching, empty throb in her cunt.

’Kael will smell me,’ Ren thought, panicked but thrilled. ’He will definitely smell this arousal.’

She looked up.

Past Syris’ bruised, pale body, she focused on his face. It was beautiful. His cheeks were flushed a deep, aroused pink. His lips were parted, releasing breathless moans that were getting louder by the second. His eyes were squeezed shut, his brow furrowed in intense concentration as he focused entirely on the sensation of her mouth.

He thrust gently into her mouth, seeking depth.

Ren obliged. She swirled her tongue around the head, toying with the slit, flicking it rapidly.

"Ah! Ren!"

Syris snapped. He started thrusting roughly into her mouth, abandoning all pretense of gentleness. He was chasing his release, driven to the edge by her skill.

Ren didn’t back down. She focused her mouth on the left shaft, hollowing her cheeks to create a vacuum seal. She allowed him to use her mouth freely, bobbing her head in time with his thrusts, while her hand stroked the right shaft with blinding speed.

"I’m... close!" Syris hissed.

He held her head against his groin, his hips snapping forward one last time.

Ren felt him unravel.

He shot hot, thick ropes of seed deep into her throat with one cock. Simultaneously, the other cock in her hand erupted, spraying white fluid all over her hand, splashing up onto her chin and cheek.

Ren swallowed every drop from the one in her mouth, her throat working overtime. She coughed a bit as he finally pulled out, the last twitches subsiding.

Syris slumped back against the bush, his legs giving out. He slid down slightly, breathing heavily, his chest heaving. His usually pale face was flushed a healthy, vibrant red.

This was the second time Ren had pleasured him like this.

Syris looked down at her. She was still kneeling in front of him, looking a bit dazed. Her lips were wet and swollen. There was white fluid on her cheek, her neck, and coating her hand.

"Is it..." Syris panted, his voice hoarse. "Is it okay to swallow it?"

Ren opened her mouth to answer, to make a quip about protein.

But then...

Kael burst into their little hideaway.

He froze.

Kael’s brows furrowed as his brain tried to process the tableau before him. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

He looked at the Snake King. Syris was slumped against the greenery, his robe wide open, exposing his nakedness. His twin swords were semi-soft now, glistening with moisture, and there was undeniable white evidence on them. He was flushed, breathing raggedly.

Then, Kael looked at Ren.

She was kneeling on the grass. Her gaping lips were slightly swollen and red. There was a smear of white fluid on her cheek. A drop on her chest. And her hand... her hand was covered in it.

The air around them was thick, heavy, and pungent with the unmistakable musk of sex and arousal. Even without his Beast King senses, Kael would have to be dead not to smell it.

Silence descended on the clearing. It was heavy. It was awkward. It was terrifying.

Ren wasn’t sure what to do.

She had been caught. They had been caught. Red-handed. Or rather, white-handed.

’Lie!’ her brain screamed. ’Say you were checking his injuries!’

’But the fluids!’ another part of her brain argued. ’How do you explain that?’

Ren looked at Kael’s unreadable face.

She did what any horny, panicked, and insane woman would do in that situation.

She looked Kael dead in the eye and stuttered out the question.

"D-Do..." Ren swallowed hard. "Do you want to try it?"