So I hear it’s Loghain week, eh? Here’s a little contribution. A while ago someone requested some Loghain cosplay fic on k!meme. How could I refuse? Warning…this is extremely cracky.
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Cauthrien was young and young women often tried very hard to please their men Loghain had come to learn. She had suggested a bit of roleplaying to spice up things. Honestly, Loghain felt nothing needed spicing up, but as it made her smile which made his manly bits smile, he complied and would soldier through like the soldier that he was.
It was almost too good to be true when she came in his bedchamber dressed as the Empress of Orlais. Her accent was rich and fake and insanely Orlesian. “Hero of the River Dane? You are no match for my twin armies.” Hands drifted and found the cleft of her breasts, squeezing firm at their rolling mass.
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temperedsteele replied to your post: So…..
I want some sort of Loghain crack. Surprise me with brooding and nudity.
Short response is short…
Loghain had never been a man to not follow the orders of his superior. But this seemed….
He no longer wore his Orlesian finery; a trophy he’d worn proudly to represent both his victory over the Orlesian oppressors and a reminder of what could happen again if Fereldans were not vigilant. The commander, this mage, insisted he wear new regulation warden armor. The front of the armor was impressive, the smith at Vigil’s Keep obviously talented in his work. It was when he turned around and looked at himself in the mirror that Loghain was displeased.
His greaves had no covering over his buttocks.
You’ll move more freely with nothing covering your backside, Kya had insisted.
