A wonderful vision was she, a beauty to behold.
Her hair cascading down her back a lusterus gold.
Hypnotic eyes of blue , deep pools to dive into.
Skin a velvet cream soft almost see through.
Among the poppies singing gently to herself
In a robe of red and gold she sat the Queen of the elves.
A gentle knight rode by all in armor and his finery
He asked her was she the Queen of heaven
No she replied that name does not belong to me.
She bade him leave his horse and rest with her a while.
He wanted to refuse her but she had such a beautiful smile.
He left his horse to graze and lay down his sword.
He took the lady’s hand and sat with her upon the green sward.
She took his mind, she took his senses and his virginity too
With kisses sweet and fingers light she showed the young knight exactly what to do.
With caresses smooth and gentle she coaxed his manhood to swell
And though this was his first time she made sure that he did it well.
Four days and nights she kept the knight bound within her will
She taught him amazing things,he though tired could not rest though he begged her to be still.
Teaching him things he had never known and exciting parts of his body taking him into another zone..
Her body, she helped him explore, hour by hour as he learnt more. Making his lust sore and waving as his innocent away had flown
Finally when she had, had her fill and her appetite was satisfied
She sat and brushed her hair, what of the young knight who she had taught so well…………… sadly he was no more, worn out the youth had died.
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