All for one. One for all.

A queen encounters a knight with a lance. And how!

God gave his weak and compliant Eve—despite her weakness and nakedness, or because of them—all the advantages she needed to overwhelm the stronger Adam. All she had to do was to learn the power of her naked body. Except she was not given time before he learned of it for himself.

Le-an was out of breath when she got to the cottage. He must not refuse her plea. The lights were on inside and over the door outside, so someone was home.

She hammered urgently on the door in her agitation, pacing back and forth, muttering to herself with impatient anxiety when no one answered as quickly as she thought they should.

'Come on. Come on', she fumed.

Nothing! No one!

Swearing in her impatience, she hammered again, and walked over to look in the window. She could see and hear nothing so walked back to the door. It was not locked. It opened when she tried it.

Covering her breasts with her hand—an impossible task—she poked her head around the door, and shouted into the house. It was warm, and the lights were on everywhere.

“Hello! Hello! Mr. Ground's-man?” It was a pity she did not know his name.

“Help!”

She heard nothing.

What if he wasn’t home? A feeling of despair began to engulf her, and she felt sick, worrying about Sarah, and afraid she would be too late getting back with help.

She shouted again. “Hello?”

Nothing.

She pushed slowly into the house. It was warm, and she was surprised to see a dog watching her. He was lying by the side of the stove throwing out some heat, and there were small vapor trials rising from his wet fur. The dog had just come in, and the floor showed wet footsteps.

Water dripped off her, running down her body to the floor. She felt indecisive about what to do, but she couldn’t just stand there.

What could she do if there was no one at home? Where were they? There must be a phone somewhere. She would use that to call 9-1-1 if she had to.

She walked across the floor, watched by the dog which was clearly used to people around the house, or was too comfortable to move. She could hear water running. There was someone in the house, but the noise was coming from another room close by.

She walked deeper into the living room where the noise grew stronger, and then it stopped.

The door immediately in front of her opened, and a man stepped out of it rubbing vigorously at his head and hair with a towel, seeing nothing.

She gasped in shock. He was totally naked, as she was! He was also aroused; with that … thing… shockingly big thing… monstrously big thing (nothing like her cousins’ pricks), sticking out of his body as he came at her, but he didn’t even see her.

She stepped back but could not avoid him before he collided with her and then they were both falling.

He saw her then as they fell, with her throwing out her arms and letting out a plaintive cry. A question rattled around in his suddenly enervated brain... ’What was a stunningly-naked woman doing in the house with him’?

His responses were lightning fast. Faster than hers. He dropped the towel, threw his arms around her and held her tightly in his embrace as they both toppled clumsily onto the furniture. They fell. His head hit her head hard, and they both landed over the end of the settee and on it; him on top of her as she let out yet another cry of both shock and pain.

It took him a few seconds to realize that he was lying upon her, on top of her, between her legs!

She was soft, wet, and warm in his arms, and his head ached, as hers must be aching. She must have followed him inside out of the rain and waited for him to appear. Were there any more of them in the house?

He knew that one or two of the older girls watched for him to go out running and would have liked to have gone after him, except if they did that with so little time available to them to do anything with him or learn anything about him, they risked being locked out of the school and missing curfew. They had never wanted to take that risk, even with the promise of getting nailed at long last by some man on school grounds, which seemed to be the overriding ambition of some of those desperately horny girls, but none of them had ever been this naked.

He was trying to analyze other thoughts and strange sensations even then, as he recovered.

She must have got rid of her clothes somewhere inside and waited until he came out of the bathroom to spring this on him.

She lay still, beneath him, their hips elevated over the sloping arm of the settee, his weight resting upon her there, and changing even as his head cleared. She’d cushioned his fall and taken the brunt of it in various ways. He was still discovering what it was that was changing.

She was lying too still.

He could feel too much about her for his own good, but he daren’t move as he analyzed where he was, and slowly regained his wits as he settled lower between her legs.

Other things had taken place between them when he landed on her. He could feel that now

There was something very tight and constricting around that eager part of his, advancing over it like an exceptionally tight glove as he sank closer onto her, pushing into her. He knew about that.

It shouldn’t be happening. But it was. Had he actually driven his erection hard into her body as they had fallen? It felt like it. It also felt wonderfully stimulating despite the murdering tightness around him at the base of his p***s, causing other things to happen.

He’d gone into her, making her cry out. He was actually f*****g her! But he hadn’t intended to.

Something was still changing about him, about them both. He was constantly settling lower onto her, his weight driving his body closer to hers, sending him ever deeper into her and there was nothing he could do about it without rolling them both to the floor and risking injury, but he hesitated too long, thinking about it.

He didn’t want to change anything. He couldn’t. By then he was into her as far as he could possibly go. He’d been so stiff, and had just caught her in the right place, or the wrong one, that their bodies had fused together! It felt wonderful!

This shouldn’t have happened, shouldn’t be happening, but it had and it was, and he couldn’t retreat—even if he’d wanted to—without getting out from between her legs. However, it would be difficult to go against gravity with both of their lower bodies elevated over the sloping arm, their feet no longer touching the ground, and with her legs high in the air on either side of him with him in her, and he didn’t want to retreat.

It felt too good to let this moment escape (good, for him. Perhaps not so good, for her), and it was even beginning to feel better as his excitement grew and he felt more of her soft body beneath him as he recovered and relaxed.

He tried to rationalize why he should not feel guilty about this. It was an accident on his part, yet was what she must have intended or she would not be here.

He guessed she was one of those precocious girls from the school who plotted to waylay him and had planned this, which was why she’d been naked in his father’s house, though it would never have got so far so quickly under usual circumstances. With time to think about what she was doing here and the consequences for both her and him, he would probably have been wary enough to avoid this, and would have reasoned with her, seen her dressed and leave the house before anything like this occurred. If she’d been locked out of the school he could let her back in before anyone might know what she had planned.

Except she must know that the school would be locked by now, so assumed she would have to stay with him for the night in this weather; just as she’d intended.

Those kinds of girls—forever plotting how to get to him in a compromising way—were trouble. Trouble for him, trouble for themselves, and trouble for everyone around them.

But he now had something else to think about: he was definitely engaging with her, and he was losing control. He was coming, and he couldn’t stop it.

Hell, the damage had already been done. Why fight it? Give in. Enjoy it! It was what she had intended.

She was saying nothing, not moving other than in harmony with his body as he now pushed eagerly into her, having no choice about his responses, seeing her legs moving in her semiconscious state on either side of him like an inverted pendulum, or a metronome ticking off the seconds in response to each steady push he made into her as he continued to interact with her.

Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing almost as hard as he was.

He was too far along to retreat now, and gravity as well as his own stiffness and the depth he was into her was not letting him leave her body. He’d make some kind of apology afterward if one were necessary for the sudden violence of it, and then pack her back to the school and let her recover over there to think about what she’d invited and got herself into as she sat in the bath, nursing a sore quim that he had just decisively opened up for her and baptized. He knew where his father kept the keys to the outside doors of the school and he could let her back in once she’d got herself dressed again.

If she were intercepted by Miss Dixon she could plead that she’d fallen in the woods or had got lost out there in the dark. Or she could tell the truth if she dared and then be expelled.

“Oh, Miss. I was naked, and I blundered into a naked man out there, and before I knew it and recovered my senses he was shagging me with the most ginormous lance...! No Miss, I don’t know who he was, he took me completely by surprise with that stiff-whanger of his. Several times!”

He buried his head into her neck (she smelled gorgeous), kissing her, breathing deeply and pushing hard, going as far into her as he could, feeling himself coming to a climax soon after as she breathed hard and groaned along with him.

She groaned even louder as he came in a frenzy of sudden activity with him pushing hard enough to move her bodily with him, making visceral noises of his own at the wondrous release; stiffening up on her as he ejaculated, pushing even harder, deeper, with the constricting muscles of her v****a gripping tightly around him as though never wanting to let him go. He didn't want her to let him go.