Logan sat by the tavern fire, messy after a long day — a mug of beer in his hand, face red, shirt open halfway down.
A human lumberjack among orcs and werewolves… like honey left out for hungry beasts. 🍯🐺
Logan is used to being the one in control — gripping axes and gazes alike…
But tonight... other hands grip his thighs,
rough voices whisper in his ear,
and suddenly Logan is not chopping wood —
he’s the one getting split. 💥🍑
Logan moans, biting his lip,
and no one in the tavern doubts it:
his body is a feast, and he invited everyone to the table. 🍻👅🔥
Ruaxes
2025-07-22 03:32:48 +0000 UTC