She Who Yearns for Logan (1)
Logan stepped into the dean’s office now that the renovations were complete. The moment the door opened, a rush of fresh air greeted him. The once-empty space had vanished, replaced by perfect living quarters along one wall. A large bed lay covered in the finest linens, while a wardrobe and bookshelf stood in neat order. A small bath bore a magic circle that kept warm water ready at all times. Even the workspace felt far more pleasant; the desk had been widened and a comfortable sofa placed beside the window. The office that had once felt hollow was now Logan’s ideal sanctuary.
I should have done this a long time ago.
Logan smiled with satisfaction and sat down at his desk. Just then came a knock, and Isabel entered.
“Dean, do you have a moment? An urgent matter has arrived.”
“Come in, Isabel.”
Isabel glanced around the newly organized office before getting straight to business.
“A named request has come in for you, Dean.”
“A named request? Are you sure it wasn’t misdelivered?”
Isabel shook her head.
“No, Dean. It is addressed specifically to you. It comes from the royal capital’s adventurer guild.”
Dear Dean Logan,
Recently a mid-level demon crossed the front lines and infiltrated the kingdom’s territory. Its whereabouts are unknown; the last sighting was after it massacred an entire small village. We searched the surrounding area thoroughly but found not even a trace. We contacted Hero Ethan and Hero Seris, yet both are currently occupied with their own missions and unable to assist. Since Sir Ethan informed us that you, Dean, are also highly capable in such matters, we formally request your aid.
— Royal Capital Adventurer’s Guild
Logan set the letter down.
“I’ll have to take this request, Isabel. It may take several days, so I’m counting on you to look after the office.”
“Yes, Dean. Please travel safely.”
Logan left the office and headed for the magic department building. When he opened the door to Molga’s laboratory, she was seated at her desk reading a spellbook.
“Take a look at this. It’s a named request from the guild. A mid-level demon slipped across the border and its trail has gone cold.”
Molga read the letter, her expression hardening. A mid-level demon was no opponent for ordinary academy instructors or adventurers.
“Can you come with me?”
“I will. When do we leave?”
“Right now.”
The pair packed at once, mounted their horses, and rode hard for the village. Knowing the danger a mid-level demon posed, they kept rest to a minimum and traveled at speed. They reached the outskirts of the attacked village in a single day.
Houses had burned and collapsed. The streets reeked of rotting corpses. Signs remained that soldiers had tried to clean the area, yet debris and blackened bone fragments still lay scattered everywhere.
Logan and Molga dismounted and surveyed the surroundings until they found one intact hut. They stepped inside, set down their gear, and sat to rest.
Logan wrinkled his nose. “It still feels close. The stench is faint but present.”
Molga’s eyes widened. “It’s nearby? Then… why couldn’t they find it?”
Logan pulled out some jerky. “I don’t know. Let’s rest a moment and then search.”
Molga accepted the jerky and nodded.
After their brief rest, the two followed the scent. They circled the ruined village until the stench grew strongest near the cemetery. As they drew closer it became unmistakable—one grave looked freshly disturbed.
“Here,” Logan muttered.
Molga used magic to clear the earth. A stone lid that should have sealed the grave sat slightly ajar. A sloping passage led underground. Logan descended first, sword drawn, vanishing into the darkness while scanning every shadow.
Molga followed. He raised a sphere of light in his right hand. The bright orb illuminated the narrow, low tunnel, forcing them to move forward in a half-crouch. Water dripped from the ceiling in steady plops, soaking their shoulders. Damp, heavy air filled their lungs.
After a long descent the rotten stench unique to demons grew overpowering. Logan frowned.
He halted. “…It’s close.”
At the end of the passage something stirred in the gloom. A horned monster with black skin, roughly human-sized. The demon lifted its head at the sound of intruders. The moment it spotted them it roared and charged.
Logan tried to swing his sword, but the cramped space left him barely able to defend.
“Damn it. Molga, focus on offense!”
The demon lunged at Logan. He parried with minimal movements, buying time. At the tip of Molga’s staff, condensed wind coalesced into razor-sharp blades and streaked forward.
Shiiing!
The wind blades punched through the demon’s guard and severed its left arm cleanly.
“Graaaagh!”
The demon howled, clutching the stump. Molga drew even more mana without hesitation. The enraged creature turned on her, but Logan stepped forward again to shield her.
“Logan, back!”
Molga unleashed three consecutive spells. The demon tried to dodge, yet the narrow tunnel gave it nowhere to go. The wind blades sliced off its right arm and left leg in rapid succession.
“Graaaaagh! Gaaaaagh!”
Now missing three limbs, the mid-level demon collapsed in a fountain of blood.
“I’ll finish it,” Logan said. He approached the thrashing creature and, ignoring its screams, sliced cleanly through its neck.
“Molga, if you would.”
Molga nodded and summoned flames. The demon’s corpse ignited in an instant.
Whoosh—!
Avoiding the smoke, they claimed the severed head and hurried back to the surface. Outside it had already grown completely dark. They followed the moonlight back to the hut.
Once inside, Logan built a fire in the hearth. Warm light and heat soon filled the small space. Feeling the exhaustion of their forced march, Molga settled close to the flames.
“Logan… coordinating with you like this… it’s been so long. It brings back memories.”
Logan arranged their bedding and nodded. “It does. If you had officially joined the party back then, the mage slot might have gone to you instead of Ria.”
Molga shook her head firmly. “No. Estelle is the mage who belongs in the hero’s party.”
Logan gave a small laugh. “Really? I never saw that much difference between the two of you.”
Molga stared into the fire and spoke softly. “Besides… it’s fortunate I never became a member…”
Her voice dropped. “I would have been so busy worrying about you that I couldn’t have cast properly…”
Logan looked at her.
“You always take so many injuries in battle. In that kind of situation… I wouldn’t have been able to focus at all.”
Suddenly Molga shivered and huddled smaller. “Huu… It got cold all of a sudden. I must have gotten soaked by too many water droplets in that cave.”
As Logan reached for more firewood, Molga stepped close and threw her arms around him. She buried her face against his solid chest, let out a deep breath, and whispered.
“Now it’s warm.”
Molga slowly lifted her face from his embrace. The gentle firelight painted her features beautifully. A sweet atmosphere settled over the hut.
Logan lowered his head and kissed her lips lightly. The soft, warm sensation lingered for a moment before they parted. After the kiss Molga nestled her face against his chest once more. Logan held her close, sharing the hearth’s warmth, and slowly stroked her back.
How much time passed? Soft, rhythmic breathing. Molga had fallen quietly asleep in his arms. Her face looked peaceful, the corners of her mouth curved in a tiny smile.
Logan chuckled. You really were exhausted.
He lifted her gently and laid her on the bedding he had prepared beside the hearth. Careful not to wake her, he drew a soft blanket up to her neck. He added several more pieces of wood to the fire, waited until the flames burned steadily, then lay down beside her and closed his eyes.
……
When morning came, an odd sound woke Logan. It resembled someone sucking greedily on something. He forced his heavy eyelids open.
Molga had burrowed under the blanket and was sucking his cock.
“Haa…… mmmph…… slurp……”
Molga lifted her head slightly from beneath the covers. A thin string of saliva glistened at the corner of her mouth.
“You’re awake?”
“…What are you doing?”
“Last night… I wanted to do it, but I suddenly fell asleep……”
She took him back into her mouth. Slurp… slurp… Her tongue licked upward as she slid him deep, then drew back, repeating the motion. Once his cock stood fully erect she stroked it gently with one hand.
“I wanted to do it this morning at least, but you wouldn’t wake up.”
As though the cold didn’t touch her, Molga kept the blanket draped only across her back and straddled him in cowgirl position. She grasped his slick shaft with her right hand and aligned it perfectly with her dripping entrance. No hesitation or shame showed on her face—only raw, hungry desire to devour him completely.
Molga tensed her thighs and sank down, taking every inch in one smooth glide.
“Haa… so good…♡”
Once he was fully seated she braced her hands on his chest and leaned forward. After a brief pause to steady her breathing she began to move, unleashing all the lust she had held back.
Slap! Slap! Slap! The wet sound of colliding flesh filled the hut.
“It feels too good… I can’t stop!”
Molga leaned farther forward, her wavy black hair spilling across Logan’s face. The sweet scent rising from her strands teased his nose. He gripped her ass firmly and thrust upward to meet her.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
“You’re… too big… I’m losing my mind…!”
Her moans grew louder. Molga wrapped her arms around his neck and bit his lip hard. Even while kissing she never stopped rolling her hips.
“Logan… I… only ever thought of you…!”
Her body shuddered violently. Her inner walls clamped down hard as climax claimed her.
“Aah…! Logan…!”
Her pussy spasmed, milking him fiercely. Logan gripped her waist and drove upward in one final, powerful thrust.
“Haaaaaang!!!”
“I’m coming!!”
Molga cried out with mindless intensity, hips shaking wildly, while Logan poured thick, hot seed deep inside her.
“Haa… haa…”
“Huk… huk…”
Both of them panted, bodies slick with sweat. Molga buried her face against his chest and spoke in a languid voice.
“Logan… I’m so happy……”
Her sweat-dampened black hair looked irresistibly sexy. Logan stroked it gently as he held her close.