Natiass' elderly mentor, a silver fox with a mind like a steel trap and a tongue like a serpent, begins his lesson, but the subject is not philosophy or literature. It's lust. He toys with her, his gnarled fingers tracing her young, firm flesh, making her shiver. He leans in, his beard scratching her cheek as he whispers filthy nothings into her ear. She's putty in his hands, her pussy aching with need. He unzips, his massive, veiny cock springing free. She's never seen anything like it. He guides her head down, his thick fingers tangling in her hair as he forces her to take him deep. She gags, her eyes watering, but he doesn't care. He wants to teach her everything, to make her his perfect little slut. And she wants to learn.