The black knight's laughter was taunting.  His thick member laid longways along her labia, anointing his lower vein with the proof of her body's betrayal.   He pondered taunting her with the danger her protests placed her father in as he stroked up and down the length of her labia.  She could see wicked wheels turning behind his eyes.<br/>In the end, though, the black knight decided it was sweeter to hear her beg.<br/>"Why should I stay my hand?" he inquired, stroking the length of her labia and tugging on one nipple.<br/>"The prize of your maidenhead awaits me."<br/>Stroke and tug.<br/>"It will part for my thrusts at any moment."<br/>Stroke and tug.<br/>"See how your body is wet and ready?"<br/>Stroke and tug.<br/>"What can you offer me that would be worth half that sweet conquest?"<br/>Stroke and tug.