Chapter 292: Three Restaurants, Three Menus**

Syris stood beside the fur bed, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. He looked at the golden eagle with a smug smirk.

“You should go first, bird,” Syris offered generously, his deep voice dripping with condescension. “If I go first, my stamina will leave her completely drained. She would definitely faint before you even get a turn.”

Ren propped herself up on her elbows on the plush furs. Her chest was still heaving rapidly. She looked between the two towering beastmen.

Altair was staring blankly at Syris while the Snake King continued to gloat about how he possessed double the stamina of a warm-blooded beast. Ren actually found it incredibly funny; there wasn’t a single competitive bone in Altair’s body. He genuinely did not care about Syris’ bragging.

But as Ren listened, she realized Syris didn’t have that hostile lilt in his tone anymore. Hope blossomed in her chest. ’I might actually be able to convince him to let Altair stay,’ she thought. Altair was so quiet and usually kept entirely to himself. Surely she could convince the Snake King that he wouldn’t even notice the bird was around!

While Syris was busy delivering a thesis on his own sexual prowess, Altair completely tuned him out. The eagle boredly turned away from the Snake King and looked down at Ren.

Ren’s breath hitched violently in her throat under his silver gaze. A fresh, dark flush rapidly formed on her cheeks. She couldn’t rationally explain why, but she suddenly felt incredibly shy. How else was a girl supposed to feel when a breathtakingly handsome man was staring at her naked body so intensely?

“I’ll go first,” Altair muttered flatly, completely cutting off whatever Syris was saying.

Ren stared up at Altair with wide green eyes as he crawled onto the furs, his muscular, naked body hovering directly over hers. Their gazes met, and Ren’s heart skipped a beat. His long, blonde hair fell forward, perfectly framing his devastatingly handsome face. His expression was as beautifully blank as usual, but his silver eyes were burning with a dark hunger.

He studied her flushed face for a moment longer, his chest brushing against her sensitive nipples.

“Can I mate with you now?” Altair asked, his voice low.

Ren was completely taken aback by the question. ’Didn’t I already indicate that I want to have sex with both of you?!’ she thought wildly.

Nonetheless, a soft, affectionate smile broke across her face. She nodded eagerly, reaching up to wrap her slender arms tightly around Altair’s neck, and forcefully pulled his face down into a passionate kiss.

Altair was momentarily startled by the sudden action, but he recovered with lightning speed. He kissed her back deeply, tilting his head to perfectly match her rhythm.

As they frantically made out, Ren moved her hand down his hard, muscular abdomen. She reached between their bodies and firmly grasped his rigid cock.

Altair groaned into her mouth at the contact. Ren guided his thick, weeping head down to her slick, needy entrance, lining him up perfectly with her swollen folds. With a sharp inhale through her nose, she tilted her hips upward.

Altair pushed forward.

A loud moan escaped both of their lips as they broke the kiss, gasping for air as his length slid tightly inside of her dripping wet cunt. He filled her completely, stretching her walls perfectly.

Altair didn’t rush. His thrusts were slow and deep. He pulled almost all the way out before sinking his girth back into her tight heat to the absolute hilt, bottoming out against her cervix. With every single slow thrust, he watched her flushed face, completely mesmerized. He was savoring every single broken moan, whimper, and gasp that tumbled freely from her pink lips.

He leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He ran his lips along her pulse point, pressing soft kisses to her skin.

“You are so beautiful,” Altair muttered against her neck, his hips grinding deeply against her clit. “And you make such beautiful sounds for me.”

Fluttering butterflies erupted in Ren’s stomach. Her heart soared.

As Altair slowly pulled back for another deep thrust, Ren’s hazy green eyes drifted to the side. She caught a brief glimpse of Syris silently slipping away, the Snake King’s tall, naked figure disappearing into the dark archway that led to his private bath area.

Altair buried his face back in her neck, completely unfazed by the audience leaving. His thrusts remained incredibly gentle and agonizingly slow, but so deep and pleasurable that Ren’s toes curled into the thick furs.

It felt amazing, but a burning heat was building in her core. She desperately wanted him to go faster. She wanted him to pound harder, to ruthlessly take her, but she didn’t say a word. Altair was still learning how to be intimate, after all. Maybe this slow, sensual rhythm was exactly how he liked it?

Her eyes fell back onto the dark archway where Syris had disappeared. ’Is he angry?’ Ren wondered, biting her lip to trap a moan. He had agreed to them mating together. But maybe watching another beastman bury his cock inside his mate was too much?

A sigh tumbled from Ren’s lips, mingling with her breathy moans as Altair glided inside her. All three of her husbands were so drastically different from each other. Trying to manage them was like trying to successfully manage three completely different restaurants, in three entirely different locations, all featuring drastically different menus!

As she gripped the furs, Ren realized with a heavy heart that Syris might never actually agree to completely share her in peace.

Suddenly, Ren was ripped from her complicated thoughts.

Altair’s hips abruptly snapped forward. His slow, sensual pace vanished, instantly replaced by a rapid, punishing rhythm. He began thrusting so fast and so incredibly deep inside her that her breath completely left her lungs.

“Ah! Altair!” Ren screamed, her eyes flying wide open.

Her moans left her lips freely and loudly now, echoing off the obsidian walls. Altair’s hands gripped her hips like iron vises, holding her down as his cock pistoned violently in and out of her dripping cunt. The wet, slapping sounds of their bodies colliding filled the air. With every deep thrust, the thick head of his cock slammed repeatedly against a highly sensitive, aching spot deep inside her walls.

Ren’s fingernails dug viciously into the hard muscles of his broad back, leaving crescent-shaped indents in his skin.

“Yes! Right there!” Ren sobbed, her head throwing back against the furs. She was literally seeing blinding, colorful stars behind her eyelids.

She couldn’t hold on any longer.

Ren’s back arched steeply off the bed, her inner walls spasming and clenching tight around Altair’s shaft. She orgasmed with a high-pitched scream, milking his cock with every spasm.

Altair let out a groan. The intense squeezing of her orgasm pushed him right over the edge. He drove his hips forward one final time, burying his cock to the absolute hilt as he came. He shot thick, hot ropes of his seed deep inside her, filling her completely.

He held himself deep inside her for several long, trembling seconds, riding out the aftershocks of his climax.

Slowly, Altair pulled his softening cock out of her dripping hole.

The eagle rolled off her body, flopping flat onto his back on the plush furs beside her. His broad, sweaty chest heaved rapidly as he stared blankly up at the dark stone roof.

He turned his head slightly, his silver eyes completely calm despite just railing her into next week.

“You can go to the Snake King now,” Altair told her. “I am satisfied enough.”

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