Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 242: Fifty Shades of Feral

Ren always cursed at the clueless characters in horror movies. The ones who just stood there, screaming at the top of their lungs while the masked killer slowly approached with a weapon.

She had sworn up and down that she would be the ultimate survivor, the one who bolted for the door at the very first sign of trouble. But now, backed against a giant oak tree in the Beast World with her heart lodged firmly in her throat, she was doing the exact same thing.

She was completely paralyzed by fear.

Kaelen slowly approached her, his bare feet making absolutely no sound against the mossy forest floor. His lean, muscular chest was heaving with erratic, heavy breaths that puffed into the cool morning air.

He was entirely covered in the goat beastman’s blood. It dripped from his razor-sharp claws in thick, heavy droplets, stained his pale, flawless skin, and matted some of his beautiful, long white hair into heavy crimson clumps. He looked like a literal demon straight out of the underworld, a creature born only for violence and destruction.

But somehow, in a way that completely defied all logic and human survival instincts, he looked devastatingly hot. In fact, the danger radiating from him made him look even hotter.

’I need a proper hit to the head,’ Ren thought, her breath catching painfully in her throat. ’I am literally about to be torn to shreds, this is absolutely not the time for thoughts like that!’

[System: Warning, Host! Feral beast approaching. Immediate evasion is strongly advised. Given the current situation and the subject’s unstable mental state, I cannot predict the outcome!]

But it was already far too late for running anyway.

Kaelen closed the final gap between them, stepping directly into her personal space. He trapped Ren against the rough bark of the tree with his body, caging her in with a heavy, suffocating wall of blistering heat and hard muscle. The metallic, copper scent of fresh blood mixed heavily with his natural, intoxicating masculine musk.

Ren’s heart hammered against her ribs in a confusing, chaotic mix of genuine, paralyzing fear and deep, dark anticipation. He looked down at her with those glowing red eyes, his gaze completely stripping her bare.

Kaelen smirked, a wicked, terrifyingly attractive curve of his lips. He slowly brought his clawed, blood-soaked hand up to Ren’s throat. His grip wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t gentle either. It was a firm, dominant, and entirely possessive hold. The razor-sharp tips of his claws pinched slightly at the soft skin of her neck, sending jolts of electricity straight down her spine.

He started to tighten his hold just a bit, the pressure restricting her airway.

"Ah!" Ren gasped, her hands flying up to instinctively grip his thick, blood-slicked wrist.

He leaned in close, his face mere inches from hers. He stared directly into her wide, panicked green eyes.

"I love that look of fear in your eyes," he told her, his voice a dark, gravelly purr.

Ren hated herself in that exact moment. She absolutely hated that she was getting wildly, undeniably aroused by this. The mating season hormones were completely overriding her basic survival instincts.

Her eyes widened even further when she felt the subtle, terrifyingly sharp sting of Kaelen’s claws as he began to slowly drag his other hand up her bare thigh. He pushed the hem of her grey snow fox dress aside. His bloody fingertips trailed higher, sending a flush of intense, pooling heat through her entire body.

[System: Alert! False alarm, Host. There is no danger. Recalculating... The predicted outcome of this sequence of events will be the kinkiest sex of your life, Fifty Shades style. As such, I highly advise you to proceed to spreading your legs.]

Ren was entirely too distracted by Kaelen’s hand climbing higher to formulate a mental retort to the perverted system. His fingers traced her inner thigh, hovering dangerously close to where she was already slick, wet, and desperately needy.

"Kaelen, stop!" Ren finally shouted, her voice trembling and breaking in the quiet forest.

She clenched her eyes shut, unable to bear the overwhelming combination of absolute terror and blinding lust. A lone tear, one that had been lingering heavily on her eyelashes from her earlier, terrifying encounter with the goat beastman, finally broke free. It rolled quickly down her flushed cheek, fell through the air, and dropped softly onto the back of his bloodstained hand.

Kaelen actually stopped.

Ren slowly fluttered her eyes open, her chest heaving as she sucked in a desperate breath. She looked up at his face. The transformation was completely startling. One of his eyes was still a glowing, feral red, completely lost to the sickness, but the other had shifted back to its natural, lucid gold. They were locked onto her, reflecting an agonizing, violent internal war.

Kaelen gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching so hard it looked like it might shatter under the pressure. He violently withdrew his hand from her thigh. With a guttural, animalistic grunt of pure agony, he raised his hand and sunk his own sharp claws deeply into the forearm of the arm that was still pinning her by the neck.

Blood welled up instantly from his own flesh. The sudden, agonizing self-inflicted pain gave him the brief moment of clarity he needed. Kaelen forced himself away from her, stumbling backward.

He fell hard to the mossy ground. Ren watched with wide, horrified eyes as he began visibly fighting himself in the dirt and grass. He thrashed like a madman, his muscles bulging and veins popping as he waged a brutal, silent war against himself.

Suddenly, his golden eye widened in a desperate, horrifying realization. The red was creeping back. He reached out and snatched up a sharp, thick, broken wooden stick from the forest floor.

Without a single second of hesitation, Kaelen plunged the stake directly into his own chest.

Ren screamed.

Almost immediately, the sound of loud, frantic voices and heavy footsteps began rushing toward them through the thick brush. It was Kael and the others. They had smelled the overwhelming stench of fresh blood.