One wall falls.

Alone with Sir Rifkin, the heavy realisation that she was about to surrender her maidenhead truly began to dawn on Lady Amelia. She could feel her arms begin to shake underneath her mail and plate. The metal armour was never completely silent, now suddenly seeming much louder in the otherwise silent room. She knew she needed to undress.

“I may have been too hasty in saying I’d remain fully armoured for the entirety of the siege,” Lady Amelia tried to jest to lighten the mood.

Her hands travelled to the buckles of her pauldrons, and after a series of attempts she found she couldn’t get her fingertips to respond with sufficient dexterity to undo them. Her handmaid Jacinta had always assisted her with donning and doffing her brother's gilded armour. Should she call her back inside to help her get undressed?

“Should I call Jacinta back to assist?” Amelia asked, the nervousness in her causing her voice to come out shrill.

Sir Rifkin spoke, and his words helped calm Amelia. “No. That won’t be necessary. I was a squire for many years before becoming the old knight you know now. I have held many a young warrior with their armour.”

Piece by piece, Sir Rifkin and Amelia remove the metal shielding her. Lady Amelia slowly becoming more and more exposed. When she was down to nothing but a small slip, Amelia felt more naked than she had ever felt. The air in her chamber felt unseasonably cold to Amelia despite the fire burning in the grate. Her nipples becoming tight and standing clear through the soft spun fabric.

“Do you need help?” Amelia asked in return.

“No. I didn’t come as armoured as you,” Sir Rifkin said with a warm smile.

As the knight added his woollen tunic to the piles of armour on the chairs by the fire, Amelia moved to the canopied bed to await her companion. In between the bedclothes, Amelia felt even colder than she had by the fire. The wooden pillars of the bed creaked as Sir Rifkin’s weight came to reside upon the stuffed mattress. It was dark, hidden amongst the drapes, such that Amelia could sense more than see the knight settle in beside her.

“I don’t… Do I? I don’t know.” Amelia’s words came fast as the moment drew near.

“Ssshhh,” Sir Rifkin gently settled the young woman.

His hand reached out to settle on her forearm. The warmth of his hard skin was the first touch that began to turn back the wintry chill.

For many long minutes Amelia lay there with Sir Rifkin barely touching her, keeping her at arm’s length. It was only when she moved herself closer to him that he bridged the gap likewise. Amelia reached out and touched the older fighter’s chest, careful not to touch the bandages wrapped tight around him. She explored the hard ridges of his muscled chest. Well-defined pecs built from swinging a long sword over countless years. Amelia, too, felt Sir Rifkin’s touch upon her. Hands moving impossibly quick for her mind to follow, exploring her upper torso and lithe neck. When she felt his knuckles brush against her nipples through her slip, Amelia gasped aloud as sparks exploded across her body.

Quickly, she was tugging her undershirt down and pulling Sir Rifkin’s face in close to her body. His mouth closed around her most sensitive nubs, and she cried out all the louder. Much belatedly did Amelia think to reach out for herself and touch down between Sir Rifkin’s legs, and she was stunned to find a hard extension rising up from his body. It felt so much hotter than the rest of him, as hot as she herself was feeling in her cranny. It only seemed right and true to join the two hottest parts of their body together.

Drawing him by his appendage, Lady Amelia opened her legs up as the knight rose over onto her. It was an area of her education that had never been covered, such that she didn’t have a single notion of what to do. As such, when Sir Rifkin’s hard and ready cock found her moistened lips, she was totally unprepared for him to slide inside.

“Ahhhh!” Amelia cried out in as much shock as compared to any deep pain. Her legs came up spontaneously, and she latched herself tight to Sir Rifkin’s body.

The knight lay as still as his wounded body would allow him as he waited for Amelia to become accustomed to a man inside her. She was so much smaller than his tall frame that he felt he was dwarfing the young noble woman. On a baser level that Sir Rikfin tried not to focus on, he found Lady Amelia tighter, warmer and a good deal wetter than he would have expected to find.

“How is your comfort, my lady?” Sir Rifkin asked when he’d waited what he judged a sufficient amount of time. Duty and desire began to wage war inside him.

“More,” was Amelia’s only answer as a previously unknown wanting possessed her body.

Her body shook as Sir Rifkin drew his appendage back free. On his return, Amelia gasped a soft “oh!” that slowly rose in volume and intensity as she took stock of the carnal deed. Sensing she should raise her body to meet the knight, Amelia was unprepared for a rush of overpowering sensations that racked her body as Sir Rifkin struck her body deep and hard with his now slathered cock. She cried out so loudly that Jacinta heard from her perch outside the chamber, causing the servant to smile warmly to herself.

It took a long time for Amelia to regather her wits after the unexpected cataclysm. Her senses returning, she realised she had locked both her legs and arms wrapped tightly around the knight's under body. She heard him groan, not as she had, but in what she thought was pain and released her hold instantly.

“Are you injured? Did I hurt you?” Amelia begged to know as she shrank back within herself on the bed.

“No, not seriously, dear girl. Maybe just my pride that I could not meet in such pleasure as thee.”

“Has this ended?” Amelia asked, and she sounded disappointed to her own ears.

“No. Perhaps not,” Rifkin pondered. “You could take a turn on me, if you wished?” His unfulfilled desire erased his normally impeccable manners.

“Of course! How?” Amelia wanted to know enthusiastically. Eager to extend her education.

“Come astride me like you would a horse,” Sir Rifkin instructed Amelia as he rolled into a lying position on the bed. “Like a man, with legs on either side,” he added when she’d gone to sit side-saddle at first.

“You’ll find my… Oh! That’s it. Sheer heavens!”

Lady Amelia had risen quickly onto Sir Rifkin and drawn him back into her. In charge of her own body as she hadn’t been before, the young woman struck a heady pace from the beginning as she first trotted and then quickly cantered Sir Rifkin upright cock.

Here she could explore the bedroom act as she pleased. Finding motions that gave her great pleasure. In fact, she liked it so much when Sir Rifkin started to kneed and grip her breasts from below that she exploded a second time in long drawn-out cries of gratification. Her fast bucking and riding pelvis caused the knight to throb and shudder below her as he emptied himself completely into her roiling ocean of a cunny.

“My lady!” Sir Rifkin cried as he couldn’t contain himself any longer and had to pull Amelia from his body, casting her down on the bed beside him.

Lady Amelia came to rest on the pillowed and downy bed, a warmth of thick, treacly fluid springing free from her ruptured maiden as she held the sensation of imminent satisfaction deep within her.

“Oh, most noble sir knight! You have claimed me true,” Amelia hummed as she rejoiced at her feeling.

“The pleasure was in ways mine,” Sir Rifkin returned as he panted in exhaustion brought on both by the young lady and his previous wounds.

The castle was still sleeping when Sir Rifkin quietly left Lady Amelia’s chamber later that night. Jacinta had the good graces to keep her eyes down as he closed the thick wooden door behind himself, a flush unable to be completely kept from her cheeks at her knowledge of the events on the other side of that door.

Jacinta longed to enter the chamber and question Lady Amelia tirelessly, but the handmaid knew it was above her station to ask such things. Jacinta also knew that Lady Amelia had the unfortunate duty to marry the craven toad who was her cousin Welwyn. She would give her lady what rest she could, hopefully sleep would give her some relief in not having to dwell on what was to come all too soon.