Meditation’s Peace

I heard clapping behind me, so i turned, seeing my mentor standing there. did i do all of this in front of them without me even knowing? "well done, my pupil," my mentor said.

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A Lone Howl in the Night

Stormfur shuddered from every inch of his body with the need to sink himself inside his mentor's sheath. to taste the warm halls his mentor's cock slept in. to even feel his maleness clash tips with his own.

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A Lone Howl in the Night

Stormfur shuddered from every inch of his body with the need to sink himself inside his mentor's sheath. to taste the warm halls his mentor's cock slept in. to even feel his maleness clash tips with his own.

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Becoming Felicia

One of my next tasks my mentor gave me was to go out to a store and buy some women's clothes.

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The Three Apprentinces

"sagekit, from this point on until you earn your warrior name you'll be known as sagepaw and your mentor shall be iceface." iceface stood up, his dingy white pelt sleek on his built muscle.

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Gargoyles after people

In spite of her age, the mentor still has a healthy body and a firm butt and breasts for her age. oh, how he liked when she seduced and danced lasciviously in front of him before raising her tail.

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Academ: Vocational Questions

Mara ponders what she might do and perhaps she has cracked under the pressure but she has a good mentor to rely on. another with sex will be posted tomorrow.

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TCN Interview, Bobby Orr

In my personal life, well, the mentoring i do has drawn criticism at times, which i suppose is to be expected, a full grown man spending so much time with young boys will attract attention.

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The Lead Crown, Ch 7.6 Thaddius

Thaddius was, in truth, as surprised at his own outburst as his mentor appeared to be.

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Eternally Vernal, Epilogue: Snowflakes On Flowers, Their Souls Preserved Beneath Glass, Springtime Forever

In his battered frame, warden carried them on, mentor and mentor were still with him yet gone. first came in autumn, second, years later spring; today arrived winter, his pelt cared not a thing.

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