The Misadventures of Ka-Ron the Knight

 

 

 

The Misadventures of Ka-Ron the Knight

 

Copyright © 2010 Donald Allen Kirch

 

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Book One of the Nown World Chronicles

For

Kathy Reilly

Who never knew I loved her&

Until now.

CHAPTER ONE

Ka-Ron, who was the bravest of knights, from the township of Teal, in the kingdom of Idoshia, closed his eyes in ecstasy, as the woman on top of him enveloped his manhood. Her warm mouth inflamed his senses, and helped erase away the horrors of war - wars during which he had been raised, and taught to fight for both Kin and King. His body quivered as the intelligent woman's tongue brought to his attention sensitivities he had forgotten that he possessed.

It was indeed good to be home.

The knight's hands played with the woman's long hair, as her head slowly rose up and down. He smiled at her, as she looked up at him with dark brown eyes, wanting nothing more than to please him. At the corners of her mouth, Ka-Ron could see a smile forming, informing him that as a man, he was successfully completing his partnership - she was also enjoying him.

"Keep at your task, good woman." Ka-Ron whispered, gently.

Excited, tenderly grabbing hold of him more tightly with both mouth and hand, the woman continued her duties.

Ka-Ron moaned in pleasure.

Outside, the sound of children playing echoed through the tiny bedroom's shuttered windows.

The woman changed her position, allowing Ka-Ron the pleasure of enjoying her round and plump bottom. Squeezing and humming away, Ka-Ron again closed his eyes - he was truly a blessed man.

It had been a long road getting into this woman's bed.

In the entire kingdom of Idoshia, there was no braver knight than Ka-Ron. In the ranks of the Errant-Knight, there was no one more famous, nor feared. His love for his kingdom and King was only surpassed by his love for the females, which he helped to protect. He was a ladies' man, and he had survived as many romances as he had battles.

He was a striking figure. Over six sticks in height, Ka-Ron had blonde hair, always cut to the shoulders, and definitive pale blue eyes. He had no body fat, and prided himself on the fact that there had never been a time he was not in the highest degree of physical perfection. His armor, almost as impressive as his masculine prowess, had to be specially made, just to encase his muscularity. He was a handsome man.

As handsome as he was, he was deadlier with the sword.

Soldiers and warriors of lands unnamed trembled in fear upon knowing that Ka-Ron the knight was among them, preparing for battle. For, it was known, when Ka-Ron unsheathed his sword, it would not be put to rest until its thirst for blood had been completely satisfied.

For now, Ka-Ron was escaping the day in the arms of Kym, the daughter of the local Wicca Master - a woman of the "Arts." He had known this woman since the days of his youth, where they would both pass the days, after their studies, by playing in the wheat fields of the Xows. This action alone showed their township that both children were destined for great things!

The Xows were a nomadic race, which had settled in the outskirts of Idoshia several seasons ago - some theorized at least seventy seasons back - and, locust-like, attacked and stole from Idoshia's citizens when times were hard. They were most known for stealing the kingdom's women when her men were away at war. Fighting the Xows had kept Ka-Ron away from his lands - away from home.

When Ka-Ron finally came home after six seasons of fighting, creating new glories and gaining new territories for his King, this knight was surprised to run, once more, into the arms of his childhood love, Kym.

"Who is this man who comes to grace my family's ale hall with his mighty presence?" Kym had said, for she had grown to become a fair maiden of noble and admirable features.

"Kym?" Ka-Ron said, his eyes elevating and enjoying what he was gazing upon. "Can it be the same pig-tailed girl I played 'bugs' with as a child?"

Bowing, Kym said, "The same."

Ka-Ron's eyes had beheld the prettiest and most inviting woman he had ever seen. Kym had once been awkward, skinny, and as charming as a dry stick in the mud. Now, after years of good fortune, Kym was fair, with long dark hair, brown eyes, and full lips of the finest red, a handsome fullness of body, and a scent that begged for the smell of a man's. She was a vision made for the act of love, and Ka-Ron, hungry himself for the touch of a lady, was more than happy to oblige.

For Kym, since the day of her seventh season upon the world, had loved Ka-Ron with all her soul. Many a night she prayed and hoped to have the fullness of him between the warm mysteries of her legs&for his touch to break the evil coldness of her nights. She longed for him to lick away the dew of her sexual fields. All of this she had prayed for, hoping that Nature herself would listen just long enough to provide her with that one, all-powerful chance to provoke the spells of love. All of this she had hoped for, and, by chance, she had gotten it all!

Kym's hands toyed with Ka-Ron's pubic hairs, as she stopped just long enough to let out an exhausted sigh. She was enjoying the chance to love the greatest man and warrior of her age, but more important, she was enjoying the gift of sharing herself with a man she loved. Ka-Ron could sense this, and to a certain extent, it frightened him. It frightened him more than did facing a wall of savages.

Ka-Ron did not believe in love. He believed in only the moment.

"Here!" Ka-Ron said, rubbing Kym's head. "Allow me to get on top."

The lovers shifted in their positions on the bed.

Now, on top, Ka-Ron fed his hungry body by doing his own sucking on Kym's healthy bosom. Tracking the tip of his tongue on her two tan aureoles, biting softly upon her nipples, hard from their excitement, and burying his whiskered face into the middle of her velveteen breasts, enveloping his face with the heart of her bounty, the knight was completely lost in his lust. Kym moaned as he invaded her womanhood, as they both became one.

"Oh, Ka-Ron," Kym moaned, grabbing at him and wrapping her long sweaty legs around his lower back, silently praying for him to continue his actions. "I love you."

Ka-Ron's muscles tightened as his eyes closed. His excitement had reached its peak, and he released himself into the fond wet storm of Kym's sex. He moaned, faintly hearing the truthful confessions of his partner.

Kym moaned, tightening her thigh muscles. She also sprayed wet juices upon the worn-out sheets of her bed, gladly joining Ka-Ron in his lustful cries of satisfaction. The man quivered inside of her as she tightened.

Ka-Ron opened his eyes, gently resting his face on top of her breasts. He was covered with sweat and the careworn signs of worry.

"Kym, I am not for you." Ka-Ron finally said, wiping beads of sweat off Kym's cheeks.

Kym said nothing. Her breathing was heavy.

Ka-Ron and Kym separated. As he left her body, Ka-Ron heard the woman give out one last cry of pleasure.

The sheets were well worn, bloodied, and smelling of sin. They had served their purpose well, and Ka-Ron left them as fast as he had originally attacked.

There were happier things to concentrate on, now!

Today, there was to be a feast in his honor.

Today, Ka-Ron was to meet his King.

"Do you not share my desires in all of this, Ka-Ron?" Kym asked, covering her breasts.

Silent, Ka-Ron sat at the edge of the bed. He was not the kind to use women for the simple act of what a woman did for a man - he was a knight after all! He thought of himself merely as a man who took his pleasures as they were offered. Life as a knight, was a dangerous business - there was no time for family unless one was willing to lay down his sword for good. Try as he might, Ka-Ron knew that he was not the kind who could do that. And, still, there were "other" matters...

So, he sat in silence. He told no lies. He told no truths.

"Ka-Ron?" Kym pleaded, her voice seemingly ringing with the sounds of desperation.

Ka-Ron closed his eyes, in silent pain. He now knew that his coupling with his childhood love had been a terrible mistake. He wished that he could take it all back.

He looked around the humble living quarters, and saw items belonging to a Wicca Master of the High Arts. Tomes filled with spells, charms, and curses long forgotten by the rest of civilization were left in the able hands of those who studied the various arts. Charts of stars, the motion of planets, of high tide charts and low tide charts, of what makes an animal an animal, and what separated nature from man - all these fascinating and alien things attacked Ka-Ron's senses.

All these things belonged to Kym's mother, Kai.

Kai, although a mystery to most citizens of Idoshia, was known as a great witch and had even been summoned by the King to cast spells of all sorts. This hard-sought woman had even been known to cause the fall of nations. Whatever one thought of Kym's mother, they all respected her. Her power and skills demanded the emotion.

"What of your mother these days?" Ka-Ron finally asked, breaking a silence of beats.

Kym huffed, allowing one pain to be replaced by another.

"Mother is away." Kym stated, hurt. "I do not know where."

"Perhaps doing the King's bidding?"

"Perhaps."

"I have always feared your mother." Ka-Ron confessed. "She is a lass of great power and wit. One I would gladly wish to have on my side in battle."

"She is&" Kym paused. "Formidable."

"Yes," Ka-Ron stated in full agreement. He rose, putting his armor on.

"Where are you off to?" Kym asked, absently allowing her hands to fall, revealing her breasts.

Ka-Ron turned and looked at Kym's womanly charms and beauty. In his eyes, she was indeed a bounty worth holding onto. He ached at the thought that he was not the man to provide her with the life she needed and deserved.