Recent content by Wren Kingsley

A fucking rat?! Wren had to look away, she had to clench her teeth and fists and draw a deep breath to settle her ever-simmering temper. She reminded herself of the profound bond Itch shared with her rodent companions. Though Wren struggled to comprehend such intense emotions for creatures...

She couldn't ignore the raw emotions radiating from her friend. It was evident that something had deeply unsettled Itch, leaving her feeling vulnerable and lost, and a flicker of empathy stirred within Wren, hidden beneath her usual layers of detachment. As Itch faltered, attempting to voice...

Wren's piercing gaze swept across the abandoned house, a subtle relief settling within her as she confirmed that it was otherwise empty. Her eyes narrowed as she focused on Itch who huddled in the corner looking morose. "I... was nearby," she grumbled in a low tone, her excuse hanging in the...

Wren sat in the dimly lit corner of a tavern otherwise deserted of patrons, nursing a mug of piss water that was supposed to pass as ale. The air hung heavy with the scent of stale alcohol and smoke, a dull reflection of the bustling life that once filled it during better times. Someone said...

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And show her all of those places he did. She'd been here two days, and the pair had more than made up for lost time. The room around them was a wreck, and Wren sat in the large armchair by the roaring hearth, wrapped in bedsheets and positively glowing, her body a thrum of sheer, sweaty...

"Good." she said with a nod, her tone harsh and blunt. "What did you think would happen if you told us? We'd have been more prepared for ...this." she gestured to herself. "You're a fucking idiot." she frowned and shoved at him. "Get us home. And remind me never to listen to you again." she...

Wren snorted at him but there was no amusement in it. Her wounds may have been healing but she felt like shit. Her head was pounding and her senses were, heightened, uncomfortably so, and as she drew in a deep breath through her nose they flared even more. Him. She could smell the blood, the...

Gods help her. "Will you n-aah.." The sound she made as his teeth bit down on her neck started a fire within her that no one else could ever ignite. There was no thought, no focus, only desire and the pain of waiting. Incapacitated. She hissed a quiet curse under her breath, but the words were...

Her jaw ached with the constant grin she wore in delectation whilst indulging in his kisses, nipping teeth and kneading hands, soft groans tumbling from her lips as she leaned into each one and writhed with the torment. She gave a breathy laugh as he shifted her to pin her, and her lips twisted...

Wren leaned into every touch with an answering breath or quiet groan, her cheeks dimpling with the grin that grew on her face. He knew well how wild he drove her, and she'd given up trying to resist a long time ago. "Hm.." she answered absently against his lips, having hardly heard a thing he'd...

She gave him a look of pure smug satisfaction at his words, her shoulder lifting in a shrug as though she'd been convinced to let it pass. And then he was kissing her again. She gave a rare, bright smile and let her eyes close and her head tilt as she savoured the affection, her fingers running...

Her lips twisted, suppressing a grin. It had been sensational, but his ego was already a little high in her opinion, she'd refrain from giving him too much praise, even if he had ruined her for other men. She would never resist this. Where their personalities clashed, their bodies were simply...

She let out a husky laugh amidst her panted breaths, her hand sailing the ripples and panes of his chest as she kissed at his neck and jaw.. "Fervid?...Dissolute?...Sensational?" she rumbled between each kiss and graze of her teeth, grinning against his skin with amusement. She was both numb and...

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