After the knight had made his move, it took him a good while to realize it was still his turn. The warm quivers that caressed his cock made it throb harder and thicken more than he could recall it had ever thickened. The sensations came like a tidal wave and in as many variations of pleasure as there were colors in the sea of rainbows. His body shuddered almost as if an orgasm had blasted through, but the feeling emerged from everywhere at once like the act of shaking off one’s sleep by a good stretching in the morning.<br/><br/>When the knight was about to pull out, he intended to do it with great care in order to not overly stimulate himself; yet as the beast-man suddenly released the girl, she collapsed towards the ground and the knight’s cock slipped out as fast as it had entered. As a reflex, he pushed back in, leaned forward, and took a quick grip of the bottom of the girl’s throat to lift her body back up. With the left arm around her waist and the right one between her soft breasts, the man held her like some kind of an instrument, her head pointed forwards and the tips of her toes barely touching the cage floor.<br/><br/>From there, things progressed on their own weight, the knight’s low growls mixed in to the slaps of thighs against thighs, first a second apart, then faster, and faster, for a good half a minute—which was just as long as the man endured. It had been far too long since his last time, longer than he could remember, and it only took a few dozen powerful thrusts until he stopped, held the girl’s bottom against his waist, and lifted her right leg up to part her thighs and ease the pressure around the base of his shaft.<br/><br/>It was the first time he properly saw her face, as even though his eyes had been open the whole time, his focus had been at a great distance and his vision a mere blur of colors. It was the bright red that had become of her hair that made him momentarily forget; send him back to the battlefield where he had never actually fought, but where he had once, once seen the enemy and had gotten a glimpse of<i>her</i>, the red-haired woman who most certainly was not his wife, the woman<i>in</i>red, who had walked away with somebody else. Now the White Knight could see her in the girl who looked at him with her jizz-tainted face, and he felt the heat of his groin all the way through his hips, his ass, and the bottom of his spine, until he could resist no longer, and let it go.<br/><br/>The Knight released his thick, warm White into the weakened woman who he now clearly knew had not wanted him inside her, but which was quite alright because he had also become certain that she was indeed the Red Queen, mistress of the enemy, and for him to do just as he’d ever please. Burst after burst, the continuous flow of jizz filled up the tight cavity and there engulfed the hot-red crown of his penis that felt as if sunken into the sea of red that floated in the air around the woman’s tearful face. Still inside her, the knight pulled her upwards, knelt until her left foot could rest on the floor, the right one still lifted upwards by his grip, reached his right hand forwards onto her stained cheek, and forced her to stare at his face.<br/><br/>“Neh,” the White Knight groaned (which meant ‘check’ in the language of the Temporarily Illiterate), and pressed the woman’s back against his sweaty, hairless chest.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>