The beast-man’s strict ultimatum interrupted the White Knight’s thoughts, his silly plot to find weakness in his own code. Now the rules were set clear, and there were no what-ifs or yeah-buts, no alternative paths to victory. The knight swallowed and tried not to think of his wife, whose hair was the color of one of those long locks in the sea of rainbows beside him.<br/><br/>“Forgive me, my love,” the knight said into nothingness, his eyes focused on the reddish-orange of a single stripe among countless of other colors, and followed its flow in the air as it coiled around his pulsating member that he only now realized to be fully erect. With a step forward, the girl’s hair now brushed against his inner thighs, and he was close enough to touch her skin. It wasn’t like he remembered his wife’s skin to be; it felt different, yet he somehow could quite not grasp how it was supposed to feel.<br/><br/>The rough hands slid back on the golden shoulders and down along the golden back until they reached the golden waist and settled on the golden hips. The strong arms began to pull her backwards, which caused her bottom to rise higher—her head still in the grip of the purple Taurus—until her feet were lifted in the air and her buttocks came to a rest against the White Knight’s bare lap. She might have reached for his fingers to force him off, kick the sides of his muscular thighs, but in the end, his grip and posture were nearly as strong as those of the enormous Taurus.<br/><br/>The sea of rainbows gushed aside and exposed the girl’s delicate back to the knight, whose majestic shaft now cocked against the top of her parted assrack. The further the man pulled her, the closer the crown of his cock got to her butt, and eventually, the sensitive spot at its underside brushed softly against her skin. A trickle of clear liquid dribbled from the penis onto her back, and as she was still in the slow motion of being lifted, it formed a warm streak between her buttocks, over the ring of her anus, and ended shortly after a few droplets had slipped between her outer labia. The penis dragged even further until it reached the wettest bits of her dripping cunt, and suddenly slipped over. Just in time, the knight pulled back his waist, her thighs propped against his, and let the cock only briefly rub against the vagina. The dark-red glans teased her there for a while—touching her, not touching her—tickled her sensitive skin, and looked for the perfect spot to press on.<br/><br/>“Are you sure there’s no other…” the knight began, but the sentence turned into an unintelligible mumble mixed into a shuddering moan as his arms pulled her backwards, his legs pushed him forwards, and his throbbing shaft sank straight into the very depths of her tight cavity.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>