Chapter 293: Second to None**

Ren lay flat on her back, staring blankly up at the dark obsidian ceiling as she desperately tried to catch her breath. Her heart was hammering a frantic, erratic rhythm against her ribcage. Her fragile human body felt incredibly heavy and tired from the climax, but beneath the exhaustion, she could feel the magical system buffs soothing her aching muscles and rapidly replenishing her stamina.

She turned her head on the plush, sweat-dampened furs and looked at Altair. The Golden Eagle Prince was lying there beside her, staring blankly upward as if his scheduled shift was completely over.

“Who told you,” Ren panted, her green eyes narrowing playfully, “that I was satisfied enough?”

She let her gaze trail down his broad, muscled torso. It was glaringly obvious that Altair’s body still wanted more. The thick length resting against his thigh hadn’t even fully softened; his semi-erection was already rapidly swelling right back into a rock-hard pillar of rigid, pulsing flesh.

Ren stared at him, a sudden pang of sadness piercing through her lust. Did he intentionally put himself second to Kael and Syris like this? Did he even realize he was doing it, stepping aside the second he thought he had taken up too much of her time?

To Altair’s surprise, Ren pushed herself up, straddled his waist, and confidently climbed right on top of him. She settled her weight just above his groin, the head of his cock brushing teasingly against the cleft of her bare ass cheeks.

Altair’s breath hitched, his silver eyes widening slightly at the contact.

Ren grabbed his hand and pressed his warm palm firmly against her left breast, directly over her hammering heart.

“My heart doesn’t race like this only for Kael and Syris,” Ren told him, her voice fierce and unwavering. “It races for you too, exactly the same. You shouldn’t keep pushing yourself away, Altair. I am your mate, too. I am yours for you to use until you are completely, truly satisfied.”

Altair didn’t say anything, his silver eyes darting toward the dark archway where Syris had disappeared moments ago.

Ren reached up with both hands and firmly cupped his handsome face, forcing him to look directly back at her. As she held his cheeks, Ren caught a faint, incredibly adorable pink blush rapidly forming across his high cheekbones.

’He is so damn cute,’

Ren thought, her heart swelling with overwhelming affection.

“Do not think about anyone else right now,” Ren commanded softly, her thumbs tracing his sharp jawline. “Focus entirely on me. Focus on what you want to do.”

Altair stared up into her bright green eyes.

“I want to touch you more,” Altair admitted, his voice a whisper.

Ren smiled brilliantly. She dropped her hands from his face and sat up straight, completely exposing her flushed, naked body to his hungry gaze. She eagerly spread her wet thighs a fraction wider across his hips. “Touch me, Altair. Do whatever you want.”

And that he did.

Altair guided her hips backward until the blunt head of his cock pressed perfectly against her dripping wet entrance.

Ren gasped, her fingernails digging into his broad chest as she slowly began to sink down onto his shaft. Her slick, swollen pink folds stretching tight as they swallowed his girth inch by inch. Her juices coated his shaft, acting as the perfect natural lubricant as she took him in all the way.

“Ren…” Altair hissed through his teeth, his hips bucking upward to meet her downward descent.

Ren threw her head back, her red hair cascading down her back as she began to ride him. She bounced her hips in a rapid, sloppy rhythm. The loud smacking of her soft ass slapping against his muscular thighs echoed through the cavernous nest.

Altair’s hands abandoned her hips, reaching up to grope her bouncing breasts. He kneaded the soft flesh, pinching and rolling her hardened nipples between his thumbs and forefingers until she was sobbing with pleasure.

Altair thrust upward ruthlessly with every single downward bounce she made, burying himself so deep it felt like he was rearranging her internal organs.

“Ah! Altair! Please!” Ren screamed, her inner walls clenching around him.

In her lust-addled mind, Ren made a fierce vow as she rode him. None of her husbands would ever feel inferior to the others. She would love them all with every single ounce of her heart, and she would absolutely ensure her body could handle satisfying their monstrous appetites.

A wild, completely insane thought crossed her mind as Altair hit a deep, sensitive spot inside her over and over again: It would be absolutely awesome to get pregnant by all three of them at the exact same time. Obviously, biology made that entirely impossible, but a girl could dream as her brain melted into pure ecstasy!

Suddenly, Altair gripped her waist, and with one effortless motion, he flipped their positions.

He pinned her small body facedown into the plush furs, forcing her up onto her hands and knees. Ren let out a breathless squeal as Altair knelt right behind her. He grabbed her hips, pulled her ass back against his groin, and drove his cock straight back into her dripping wet pussy from behind.

“Ahhhh!” Ren shrieked, her back arching steeply as her face mashed into the furs.

Altair was completely relentless. He pounded into her slick, tight hole with a desperate, animalistic hunger, completely abandoning any lingering shred of his gentle restraint.

He pulled almost all the way out, the flared ridge of his cock popping wetly against her swollen lips, before slamming his girth right back inside, bottoming out violently against her cervix.

Ren was a weeping, screaming mess. She surrendered complete control, happily letting the Golden Eagle absolutely destroy her. He pounded her from behind until she was seeing blinding stars, her fingernails tearing desperately at the thick beast furs beneath her.

He pulled out of her dripping cunt, his shaft coated in her creamy juices, and forcefully pulled her up onto his lap, letting her ride his thick shaft again while he sucked ravenously on her bruised neck, leaving dark hickeys across her pale skin.

They had sex. And then they had more sex.

Ren orgasmed over and over again, her body violently shuddering as Altair pumped his seed deep inside her aching womb. He came copiously, filling her so completely that streams of his cum leaked out of her swollen hole and ran down her trembling thighs.

He took her however many times he needed, completely draining his balls until he was finally, truly satisfied.

By the time Altair finally collapsed beside her, completely spent and panting heavily against the furs, Ren was an entirely wrecked, shivering puddle of a human being.

She was beginning to feel profoundly tired. Despite the magical system buffs constantly working overtime to repair her torn, aching muscles and pump adrenaline into her veins, the sheer volume of his stamina had taken a massive toll. Her entire body felt like a bruised, overcooked noodle.

But Syris was still waiting.

Gritting her teeth, Ren forcefully rolled over and pushed herself up. Her legs were trembling as she stood on the freezing obsidian floor, her inner thighs completely coated in a thick, messy, dripping mixture of her own slick juices and Altair’s cum. She willed strength into her shaking limbs, refusing to collapse just yet.

Just as Ren took a wobbly, determined step toward the dark archway that led to the Snake King’s bath area…

Ding!

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