Logan sat by the tavern fire, messy after a long day โ a mug of beer in his hand, face red, shirt open halfway down.
A human lumberjack among orcs and werewolvesโฆ like honey left out for hungry beasts. ๐ฏ๐บ
Logan is used to being the one in control โ gripping axes and gazes alikeโฆ
But tonight... other hands grip his thighs,
rough voices whisper in his ear,
and suddenly Logan is not chopping wood โ
heโs the one getting split. ๐ฅ๐
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. ๐ป๐
๐ฅ
Ruaxes
2025-07-22 03:32:48 +0000 UTC