A Knight's Tale

Once he was noble, steadfast and true
A chivalrous Knight, of saintly virtue
Then from inside him, there did erupt
The Dark Knight of pleasure, depraved and corrupt

So atop his fine stallion, lance held to hand
This Knight of great boldness, did travel the land
Of crusades and dragons, he gave no such thought
For a joust with a maiden, was that which he sought

And so did he journey, with lust on his mind
Until a fine lady, the Dark Knight did find
Filled with desire, He did raise his lance
And said "My fine Lady, come, we shall dance"

She said "why Sir Knight, be on your way
For I am no toy, with which you may play
I am pure and chaste, to which I hold true
And to protect my charms, will battle with you"

As he undressed her, with lust laden eyes
His will did harden, the thought of this prize
This war of seduction, was not one to lose
Was she secretly wearing, her come fuck me shoes

And so did begin, his verbal attack
Words were his weapon, would she fight back
Or would she fail, fall under his spell
Allow the Dark Knight, to drink from her well

His words were well spoken, for they did seduce
Her chastity shattered, her darkness let loose
With her own hand, her skirt she did hoist
And say "Look my Dark Knight, your wench is so moist"

With feverish hands, he tore off her clothes
Then shed his armour, as his manhood rose
He hungrily stared, at his well won treasure
Stood there before him, for his Knightly pleasure

Stiff nippled breasts, silently pleading
For the kiss and the suckle, they were both needing
And from her bare thighs, a message was sent
Come lay between us, 'till both are spent

With a hoarse voice she said, "Oh mighty Sir Knight
It was foretold, you would win this fight
For though I am shamed, you could not lose
Indeed I was wearing, my come fuck me shoes"

She looked in his eyes, said "come Knight, lets dance
Prodeth me hard, with your mighty lance
Take me as I am, or on all fours
For mighty Knight, my holes are all yours

So there did she lay, warm wet and willing
Yearning his lance, a hard Knightly filling
As he rolled on his back, on his lance she did slide
And now it was she, with a stallion to ride

And thus did the Knight, after searching and looking
Find what he sought, a fair maiden for fucking
But unlike this Knight, I've no wench to spank
So now my dear readers, I'm off for a wank