"Whatever it is, until he calms down, he's not leaving my sight."

In the Avalonian castle,

...The Queen lies on her side, child-like, with her hands between her thighs. Trying to cover her core. She's dressed in an elegant nightgown and nothing more. Behind her, The Black Knight wipes sweat off his forehead. Five thrusts were the most he could give for the introduction to her sanctuary. No shortness of his perspiration though, as it showered upon her breasts ...