The White Knight’s delusion of the Red Queen vanished just as quickly as the liquid hair turned blue and a strange sadness mixed into his emotional shock. The only thing he did to show it, though, was to swallow. The words that the girl spoke, and the beginning of the beast-man’s speech, were but white noise for his perplexed mind.<br/><br/>“I seem to have erred,” the knight conceded and lifted the girl until his barely softened erection had slid out of her still-tight hole, with a pleasant ‘m-mhh’ as the thick tip squeezed through the lips. It unplugged a gush of slimy fluids onto her inner thigh, a warm flow that afterwards continued onto the other thigh as well once the knight had lowered both of her feet back to the ground.<br/><br/>When the Taurus came to a loud ‘hah!’ the knight finally awoke, yet he waited for the brute to finish before replying.<br/><br/>“On the contrary,” the knight began in such a tone that he might have just as well been reading the words from a piece of parchment, “By the Terms of Release, the girl, referred to as ‘Alice’, and I, the White Knight, are free to go as we please. As such, would you—as our presumable guard, jailer, or warden—be so kind as to show us the way to the exit and to undo any possible obstacles laid for the purpose of our annulled confinement (locks,<i>et cetera</i>)?”<br/><br/>Despite all the silliness in the rules that the knight went by, the Taurus couldn’t help but sense a teeny-weeny suggestion in the corner of his mind that this was indeed how things worked; the more he’d dig into it, if at all, the more he’d become convinced of it—albeit most certainly not for very long.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>