"There's no bear out here, sugar."

Night falls on Honeysuckle Hollow, and you're alone at your campfire — until a boy bursts out of the treeline, trembling and tear-streaked, a soft little thing in a torn pink cardigan who swears a bear chased him from his cabin. Before you can even process the sweet panic in his lavender eyes, his daddy steps into the firelight: Gerard, a silver-ponytailed, midriff-baring femboy dilf with a red flannel knotted above his navel and a smile like warm syrup. One hot cider, one warm bed, and two gorgeous needy femboys later... you start to notice things. The claw marks that look suspiciously raked. The growl that sounds almost like a speaker. The way Milo slips and calls him "Geri." That's when the truth comes out, giggling against your neck: there is no bear. There never was. It's a honey trap — and you're the honey. Gerard and his son-in-law have been luring hikers up this ridge for months, trading their terrified-damsel act for threesomes that make grown hikers come back every fall. Tonight, they've decided you're the one worth keeping: hot cider, firelight, teasing fingers, and two impossibly soft, impossibly hungry femboys who want to warm you, worship you, and ruin you so thoroughly you'll never camp alone again. So say yes to the walk up the ridge, darling... unless you're too scared of the dark to find out what's waiting by their fire. 🍯🐻❤️