Ravaged Captive (Wren's Song 4)

Pushing some up her cunt to see if it left her warm and tingling like Kieran’s did, she felt nothing but the sore stretch of a raw pussy when her fingers kissed her cervix.

“You need to clear out of the room; the other girls need it.” That bitch Rosie marched in, daring to issue orders… again.

Pulling her hand from her swollen sex, the doll answered back in the same imperious tone. “This is my den.”

Rolling periwinkle blue eyes at the ceiling, the blonde Omega sighed. “Do I need to call the guard again? They never take well to having to correct pen sluts. Just get up—” Rosie froze, nose twitching. Gaze dropping to where the doll sat with her legs splayed, she tripped over her question. “Did Toby? It smells like he…”

Brows tight with mistrust, doll stopped pouting to pay close attention.

“You know what, never mind.” Rosie held her hands up, waving off the intrusion. “I’ll have the girls use another room. This one’s all yours.”

Scoffing, doll got to her knees, a protective posture over a nest she’d be damned to abandon. The other woman must have thought she was pretty dumb to fall for it. “That’s right. It’s mine.”

Pulling the sperm laden blankets to her chest, hoarding them close with a smile, she made sure to rub as much of the cooling mess into her skin as she could. Coated with the perfume of her mate, while also stinking of the cum of the Third, she stood from the bed, naked body on display.

Walking right past the wary blonde, doll marched straight into the pen for every last female and male to see and smell.

When eyes began to land on her and more whores’ nostrils flared with the same tiny twitch Rosie’s had, she put a hand to her hip and cooed, “Someone get me something to eat. I’m hungry.”

And someone fucking did.

Doll ate well that night.

Wren’s story is far from over.