Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan

Ren had no idea when she finally drifted off to sleep. Her exhausted body simply shut down, melting into the protective coils of the Snake King. The world faded away, pulling her deep into the black void of unconsciousness.

It had been a very long time since she had experienced any kind of dream.

And she knew it was a dream. She was there, but she was not acting like herself at all. She moved and spoke with a dark confidence, acting out a script without a second of hesitation, even as a distant part of her wondered what she was even talking about.

She was standing waist-deep in the crystal-clear water of Syris’s garden. The glowing blue bioluminescent ferns cast a soft, ethereal light over the damp, mossy stones.

Her posture was impossibly straight, exuding an arrogant aura. Her arms moved gracefully through the water, pressing a tall, muscular blue-haired beastman against a boulder. It was Uriel.

The handsome fish beastman was naked, his defined chest heaving as he looked down at her with an expression of worship.

Ren’s body surged forward, pressing her bare breasts flush against his solid torso. She reached up, weaving her fingers into his damp blue hair, and smashed her lips against his in a dominating kiss. She devoured his mouth, her tongue sweeping past his lips with practiced authority.

When she finally pulled back, she trailed her lips slowly down the strong line of his jaw.

"Did you miss me?" Ren asked.

But it didn’t even sound like her own voice. The tone that slipped past her lips was incredibly sultry, dripping with honey and lust.

Uriel let out a ragged, desperate groan. His hands shot up, eagerly cupping her bare breasts. He bowed his head, worshipping her body with his mouth. He kissed the swell of her cleavage, his hot tongue swirling fiercely and desperately around her hardened nipples.

"Yes," Uriel rasped, his voice trembling with devotion.

Ren threw her head back, letting out a mocking laugh.

"Selestia thinks she can torture me by taking you as her mate?" she sneered, her wet fingers trailing playfully down his defined abdomen. She laughed again, a cruel, melodic sound. "How utterly pathetic."

Uriel looked up, his blue eyes burning with an intense, loyal fire. "I will always belong to you. Only you."

A smug smile spread across Ren’s face upon hearing this. She ran her hands over his broad shoulders.

But then, Uriel frowned slightly, his large hands gripping her narrow waist. He ran his thumbs over her ribs, his expression twisting with distaste.

"I do not like this body," Uriel murmured, a distinct edge of complaint in his tone. "It is too small. Too fragile. Why didn’t you take on a bigger host? Like the magnificent body you had before?"

She laughed.

"This is the body that ended up dying at the rift between the worlds," she explained smoothly, trailing a wet finger down the center of his chest. "I had no choice, else my soul would be gone forever. I was given a second chance and I have figured out how to fully return."

"How?" Uriel asked, his breath catching in his throat as he stared down at her.

"I will be reborn in the host’s first child," she declared proudly.

Uriel’s blue eyes widened, shining with overwhelming joy and profound relief. "Really?"

"Yes," she smiled, her hands sliding down his wet stomach, her fingernails lightly tracing the deep V-lines leading to his groin. "The host cannot currently conceive. Her womb is barren. But there is a way. I am guiding her to the cure. You must ensure that Selestia does not get in my way. She cannot interfere."

"I promise," Uriel vowed fervently. He grabbed her wet hands, pressing her palms passionately to his lips, kissing her knuckles with desperate reverence. "I will keep her distracted. I will do whatever it takes."

She smiled, her delicate fingers reaching up to lovingly caress his handsome face.

Then she shoved the fish beastman backward until his broad spine hit the slick, mossy rock. She commanded him without a word, forcing him to sit partially submerged on a wide stone ledge beneath the surface of the pond. Uriel was completely submissive to her dominant demands.

He leaned back on his elbows and spread his thighs wide open.

She remained standing between his parted legs. The water lapped at her waist as she reached down, her fingers threading through his damp hair. She gently but firmly pushed his head forward, bringing his face level with her soaking wet, throbbing core.

Uriel didn’t need to be told twice. He let out a low, guttural groan of anticipation and buried his face into her slick heat.

His mouth opened, his hot, skilled tongue immediately parting her swollen folds. He lapped at her hungrily, drinking down her sweet, musky juices that mixed with the crystal-clear pond water. His hands gripped her bare thighs, holding her perfectly in place as he devoured her. His tongue lashed out, finding her sensitive pearl and swirling around it.

She threw her head back, her fingers tangling tightly in his blue hair as a moan escaped her lips. The sensation was mind-melting. Uriel sucked relentlessly on her clit, using the flat of his tongue to apply a targeted friction while two of his long fingers slid up into her dripping passage, stretching her wet walls.

"Yes," she gasped, her hips instinctively bucking forward into his mouth. "Drink it all."

Uriel happily obliged, his mouth creating a tight suction that sent blinding waves of pleasure shooting up her spine. He hummed against her core, thoroughly worshiping her with his mouth until her knees grew weak and her body began to tremble under the intense assault.

When she could take his tongue no longer, she pulled his head back.

His rigid cock stood at full attention above the water level, weeping drops of pre-cum that glistened in the light.

She swung a leg over his lap, straddling him in the water. She reached down, her small hand wrapping around his shaft. She guided the head directly to her soaked entrance.

With a smirk, she sank her hips down hard.

"Ugh!" Uriel roared, his head throwing back against the rocks as she impaled herself on his length.

"Yes," she moaned, her fingernails biting ruthlessly into Uriel’s broad shoulders as she seated herself fully against his pelvis.

She began to ride him with a punishing, dominant rhythm. She posted up on her knees, the water splashing wildly around them, pulling almost completely off his shaft before slamming her hips down with vicious force. The wet, slapping sound of their bodies colliding echoed loudly across the serene garden.

Uriel groaned helplessly, his hands gripping her bare hips. He didn’t try to take control. He simply let her use him, thrusting his pelvis upward in perfect, desperate synchronization with her punishing downward strokes to maximize the friction.

She leaned forward, her breasts brushing flush against his chest. She ground her swollen clit aggressively against his rigid pelvic bone with every single downward thrust, setting a relentless, demanding pace. Uriel whimpered.

His hands left her hips, sliding up her slippery torso to capture her bouncing breasts. He squeezed the soft mounds, his thumbs dragging over her hard nipples as she rode him. The combined sensation of his cock pounding her deepest spots and his rough hands kneading her chest drove her wild.

"Faster," she commanded, slapping a wet hand against his chest.

Uriel obeyed without hesitation. His hips pistoned upward like a jackhammer. The crystal-clear water churned and boiled around them. She rode the beastman with an insatiable hunger. The pleasure coiled tight in her lower belly, building with an unstoppable speed that left her breathless.

Uriel’s restraint snapped. His grip on her breasts turned desperately bruising.

"My Goddess," he rasped wildly, his thrusts becoming erratic, uncoordinated, and frantic. He thrust so deeply it felt like he was touching her soul, his rigid length hitting her cervix with every upward slam.

She arched backward, throwing her head toward the dark ceiling. A loud, piercing scream tore from her throat as an orgasm ripped through her body. Her inner walls clamped down around his shaft, milking him with pulsing contractions that squeezed the very life out of him.

Uriel roared into the night air, his body shuddering violently. His rigid cock pulsed inside her as he flooded her womb with ropes of his seed, giving her everything he had, his climax filling her.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the garden were their ragged, gasping breaths and the soft, rhythmic lapping of the displaced pond water settling against the mossy rocks. Milky clouds of his seed drifted lazily through the clear water around their joined bodies.

The frantic adrenaline slowly melted into lethargic exhaustion.

She slumped forward, resting her cheek peacefully against Uriel’s heaving chest. He wrapped his strong arms around her small frame, holding her against his heart with the gentle reverence of a beastman holding his entire universe in his arms.

She trailed a lazy finger along his chest, tracing the hard lines of his muscles while he remained buried inside her.

"Uriel?" she asked.

"Yes?" he murmured, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the top of her wet, frizzy red hair.

"Would you still love me if I returned as a beastman?" she asked, a genuine, quiet curiosity lacing her tone.

Uriel tightened his arms around her.

"I would love you even if you were a frog, Selene."