The Long Gift—Chapter 24

In his mind makoto's catches one of his kicks and throws him to the ground before rubbing hir crotch against his and moaning with need.

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Chapter 1: Magic

makoto smiles and pats my shoulder lightly. "of course, my dear student. now, i must get going, but i wanted to say hello, since i felt you join." "hope your business goes well, master makoto."

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Call to Action

"first of all, that's happened before, and i did not cave," makoto said with all the dignity he could muster. muichi grinned and raised an eyebrow. makoto faltered.

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Letting Go

It was the right thing to do," makoto ruffled his hair, then gave him a gentle pat. “off to bed now, little one.

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Saviour's Tribulations

As expected, makoto was already expecting me at the door. -there you are akio! makoto yelled and immediately began to pull me into a hug. surprisingly enough considering his lanky frame, makoto's hugs always manages to nearly crushing.

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Valley of the rising moons

makoto - "how dare you say that to me" he said. i can kill you in an instant "he said. makoto "i'd like to see you try" she said. snarling and growling! she uses her paws to push the baby behind her.

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Chapter 2: An Eerie Visitor

Which means an experienced astra, one as skilled as master makoto, would have to be helping him project. that, or...

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A Letter Home

Cousin makoto met me when the ship docked in vancouver harbour. in some ways, the scene reminded me of home in yokohama, with all the ships and males working the docks.

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Chapter Five Impmon

Before impmon could really process what was happening he was set in the basket of a bicycle and he and makoto were rolling down the street at high speed.

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DA Den chapter 1

That don't mean you have to pounce on me,but in retrospect i would of been killed if it was anyone else,so thanks makoto."she giggled."you're welcome aero,baby."she said tickling aero.he laughed but then stopped.

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Dragon Maids

“d’narl…” makoto mutters as he trails off, “i don’t know how she does it,” he says to himself as he looks over the well-prepared table. d’narl returning sometime later with the meal.

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Dragonic Banquet

_ makoto whipped his head up at the nickname, and he spotted an orange haired girl practically bouncing on her feet. "kazane?" kazane swiveled on her heel, practically beaming once she recognized him. "makoto!"

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