— What is your name? — the monk asked, his voice low and commanding.
— Bridget, — he replied, trembling slightly.
Bridget explained that he had been searching for the monk, hoping to find a mentor in him. The monk listened carefully, then ordered:
— Undress.
Bridget obeyed without hesitation, his body exposed to the cold air of the temple. The monk approached from behind, his hands sliding over Bridget’s hips before he entered him, murmuring softly:
— You’re so tight... and your body is like a girl’s.
Bridget moaned, savoring every word, every touch. The monk moved slowly but firmly, until he flipped Bridget onto his back. Their eyes met, and in that moment, the monk came inside him, whispering:
— From now on, this will be your daily training.
Bridget, flushed and satisfied, simply nodded, happy to have been taken as an apprentice.
Sviatoslav Nykyforchyn
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