Yandere Rwby Novels & Stories

A stronger, more confident woman who has made it through the worst period of her life. Here I am riding the absolute hell of this tanned, six-packed god of a man, Raya, getting a handle on what his wolf likes, what Dex doesn’t even realise he likes. As I rise up and down I stop to push my breasts in his face, allowing him to lick and nip them. His elbows rose in frustration but he kept his hands behind his head.

I asked. Rivyn looked down at me with a frown. “Don’t talk, Siorin,” he said softly. “You will just make your mouth bleed.” He walked into the centre of the courtyard where one figure remained stationary, overlooking the chaos. “I have what I’m after, Gryndren. I’ll leave you and Aurien to do what you will.” “It is a good day,” Gryndren declared. She was a tall woman, regal in demeanour, her skin and hair almost bleached white in colour and her eyes like black stones, the pupils lost against the darkness. “Our blades run red with the blood of mankind.”