The tendril spiraled there at her passion's gate, not forcing the bars, only forcing pleasure to shoot up and down her spine.  The black knight growled and ordered her, "Hands at the base of my cock.  Stroke it, and don't stop humming."<br/><br/>He pumped on, growing faster.  His satisfied growls and grunts came quicker and closer together.  His muscles pumped beneath his black plate, and sweat beaded on his brow.  Ever so slow, the teasing tendril slipped deeper inside of her, til it was stroking the tender tissue where her maidenhead joined her channel.<br/><br/>"Now, girl," he growled, "Now, swallow it all!"<br/><br/>Throwing back his head, he shoved down her throat and began to gush.