Taming the Beast World with a Frying Pan-Chapter 244: Masseuse in Another World**

Kael took the fresh bar of purple lavender soap from Ren’s hand. He didn’t say another word. He simply dipped the soap into the cool water of the pond, rubbing it briskly between his massive, scarred palms until a thick, fragrant white lather formed.

He moved behind her, pulling her back between his muscular thighs in the waist-deep water.

Kael started with her back. His touch was incredibly gentle, mindful of her much smaller, fragile frame, but the pressure he applied was deep, firm, and thoroughly devastating. His large thumbs pressed flawlessly into the tight, aching knots along her spine and her lower back.

"Oh, sweet mother of..." Ren bit her bottom lip hard, throwing her head back against his shoulder.

She desperately tried to keep herself from moaning out loud as he expertly worked the sore muscles. ’If he were in my world,’ Ren thought in a hazy, pleasure-drunk daze, ’he would be a damn millionaire. He would be the most sought-after masseuse in the world.’ Aside from the fact that he was devastatingly handsome, he had the most perfect hands ever created. It felt like they were literally built for this.

As Ren melted back against him, she could distinctly feel the rigid, scorching hot length of his erection rubbing insistently against the cleft of her buttocks through the water.

Kael’s soapy hands slid smoothly around her ribcage, moving to her front. He cupped her soft, heavy breasts, his hands completely dwarfing the mounds. He began to slowly knead them, the slick lather of the soap removing all friction as his rough palms glided over her sensitive skin. His thumbs found her hardening nipples and began to deliberately, rhythmically rub over them.

Ren squeezed her eyes shut, her hands gripping his muscular forearms as she tried with every ounce of her willpower not to get completely lost in the overwhelming sensation.

’I can’t,’ Ren panicked internally. ’The clearing is right there! What if someone walks over? What if a cub comes wandering by?!’ She would literally die from the embarrassment. She would drown herself in this very pond.

[System: You are entirely too loud in your own head, Host. If you are worried about the neighbors, then I highly suggest you do it quickly.]

The System whispered the advice like a seasoned, professional sinner perched directly on her shoulder.

Whatever rationality Ren had left went completely out the window the moment Kael’s slick fingers pinched her nipples and gave them a firm tug.

"Ah..." A quiet, breathy moan slipped past Ren’s lips, her back arching instinctively against his broad chest.

Kael paused his movements slightly, looking down at her flushed face resting on his shoulder. "Does it feel good?" he rumbled, his deep voice vibrating against her spine.

Ren couldn’t even formulate a coherent sentence. She could only nod breathlessly as he resumed groping her soapy breasts, his thumbs relentlessly pinching and rolling her peaks.

Her lower region was absolutely aching with deep, heavy need. The slick, hot wetness of her arousal was pooling rapidly, begging for friction. Ren shifted her hips, fully intending to clench her thighs tightly shut to relieve some of the throbbing pressure herself.

But before she could even cross her legs, Kael’s hands fell from her breasts and slid straight down her stomach, diving underwater.

His massive hands gripped her butt cheeks. He forcefully kept her legs spread wide open. Kael began kneading the soft flesh of her rear, lathering her cheeks in the lavender soap. The water quickly washed the suds away, but he didn’t care. His hands squeezed, parted, and closed her cheeks in a rhythmic, firm massage.

It was a sensation that Ren had absolutely no idea could feel so mind-numbingly good.

[System: The gluteal massage is clearly a success, Host. Might I suggest moving south and exploring a bit of anal play?]

’Get out of my head, you pervert!’

By now, Ren’s body was operating entirely on animal instinct. She instinctively arched her back even more, practically offering herself to him, giving Kael all the room he needed to explore her slick body.

Kael listened intently to the quiet, desperate whimpers and moans escaping her lips. He caressed her ass, utterly mesmerized by how incredibly soft her skin was.

But then, Kael paused. His white ears twitched.

It was strange. She was clearly highly stimulated, yet he couldn’t smell the heavy, intoxicating scent of her arousal. His nose picked up nothing but the sharp, floral scent of the lavender soap.

Ren was still under the effects of the Scent Masking Spray.

’Is she not ready?’ Kael wondered.

He decided to check for himself. Kael slid his right hand down, slipping his long fingers directly under her and pressing against her slick opening.

Ren gasped loudly, her hands splashing the water as she instinctively leaned forward, spreading her thighs even wider for him.

Kael slowly moved his middle finger against her entrance, feeling the hot, gushing wetness practically pouring from her.

"Mmm..." Ren moaned, her head dropping back.

He could easily feel the physical evidence of her intense arousal, thick and slick even underwater. Confused, Kael withdrew his hand from between her legs, bringing his dripping fingers right up to his face. He took a deep sniff.

Nothing. Absolutely no scent.

Kael frowned deeply. ’Has my nose gotten that bad?’ he worried.

Ren let out a whine at the sudden, agonizing loss of contact. She turned her head over her shoulder to look at him, her green eyes glazed over and completely filled with raw, unadulterated lust. Her face was flushed a brilliant, feverish red.

"Continue... washing me down there," Ren begged shamelessly.

Kael dropped his hand back into the water, gripping her butt cheeks firmly once again. A dark, possessive smirk returned to his lips. "Does it feel good when I touch you there?"

Ren moaned softly, nodding her head vigorously. "Yes. Please."

Kael reached his hand under her again. He found her slick, swollen folds and started rubbing her cunt slowly, letting his fingers slide smoothly through her wetness.

Ren bit her lip so hard she nearly drew blood, trying desperately to moan quietly, but it felt so unbelievably good. His hands were so large, his calloused skin providing the most maddening, perfect friction against her highly sensitive nerves.

"You have to wash down there harder," Ren instructed, completely abandoning all shame as the mating season hormones fully took the wheel. "Rub harder, Kael."

Kael’s golden eyes darkened to a molten amber. He gladly obeyed. He increased his speed and pressure, rubbing her harder, his thumb dragging heavily over her hood. He watched with a mixture of immense pride and dark arousal as she began to completely unravel, her body trembling violently in his arms as she tried to hold back her moans.

But his aim, while enthusiastic, was just a little too broad.

Ren reached her own hand down underwater. She grabbed his wrist, adjusting his hand just a fraction of an inch upward, ensuring the heavy pressure was focused directly and relentlessly on her swollen clit.

"Oh! Yes!" Ren moaned into the quiet forest, unable to hold it in any longer.

He rubbed her clit with absolutely perfect, devastating intensity. Ren struggled violently to keep quiet, jerking her hips against his hand with every rapid, focused stroke. The friction of the water, the slickness of her own arousal, and his raw, beastly strength built her orgasm at lightspeed.

"Kael!" Ren cried out, her voice a breathless, high-pitched squeak.

Her vision completely whited out. A massive, full-body orgasm ripped through her system. Ren came incredibly hard right onto Kael’s hand, her inner walls convulsing wildly as her body shuddered and spasmed in a series of violent, ecstatic waves.

With her energy completely spent, Ren collapsed backward, her body going entirely boneless as she fell fully into his warm embrace, her chest heaving as she gasped for air.

Kael held her tightly against his chest with his left arm, supporting her limp weight in the water.

He slowly pulled his right hand out from between her thighs and lifted it out of the water. He stared at his fingers, glistening with the thick, pearlescent evidence of her intense release that the pond water couldn’t quite wash away.

A slow, devastatingly handsome smile spread across his face. He realized right then and there that there were many, many incredible ways to make his mate feel good.