When a hulking, sweaty orc wanders into a dimly lit tavern after a long day of battle and heat, all he wants is a stiff drink and a place to sit. But the barstool he chooses? It’s already occupied, by a tiny, mouthy knight who’s been cursed and shrunk down to pocket size.
"This seat is taken," the knight protests.
"Yeah?" the orc grunts, lowering himself with a heavy grin. "By me."
What follows is a shameless, size-difference domination scene: one grumpy, shrunken knight trapped beneath a mountain of orc muscle, sweat, and overwhelming power. Crushed, smothered, and thoroughly claimed, this knight's bad luck just turned into the orc’s perfect seat.
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Polarpatroller
2025-07-09 12:09:26 +0000 UTC