The Misadventures of Ka-Ron the Knight (11 page)

Ka-Ron's body was becoming sexier, firmer, and rounder.

"To the Gods! Kai! Please, stop this!"

For a moment, Ka-Ron thought she saw a moment of pause forming in Kai's eyes. She blinked, noticing the pain she was putting the knight through, but all that disappeared when she started to remember the loss of her daughter, and the pain and emptiness of having buried a child before her time. All her humanity took a backseat to her anger. She was nothing now but revenge.

"I think not!" the Wicca Master proclaimed.

A quiver of uncertain sensations traveled the length of Ka-Ron's body.

"What have you done?" Ka-Ron asked, panic clearly visible on her face.

"More than you want, child."

The knight found it hard to concentrate. All her thoughts were fired up and focused on only one thing - Jatel. Try as she might, wanting nothing more than to run out of the town privy, all she could think about was her squire. How his eyes seemed to twitch with uncertainty every time they looked at her. How his cheeks flushed when he scanned her body - not realizing that she had noticed. How he walked. How he ate. How he kissed!

"I&I&" Ka-Ron started to say. Her hands started rubbing at her breasts.

"Sorry," Kai stated, her voice dripping with comical sarcasm. "You were saying?"

The knight wanted verbally to attack the Wicca Master. She wanted to scratch the bitch's eyes out with her new fingernails, brightly painted a passionate pink.

But all Ka-Ron could think about was embracing Jatel.

"I am hungry for the love of my squire," Ka-Ron absently proclaimed. Her comment was not directed at Kai.

Ka-Ron moved in her improved body, laid upon her by the witch's curse, and discovered to her horror that not only was her appearance amplified, but so were her feelings and desires.

"Jatel!" Ka-Ron cried, closing her eyes and praying.

The knight's hands started to roll over and around her breasts. What manner of spell was this? How much further into hell was Kai willing to make Ka-Ron sink? Before Ka-Ron could answer the questions, her legs quaked, and she almost lost her footing. The juices of her sex dripped down both legs, as the knight moaned in delight.

Ka-Ron had suffered yet another orgasm.

Kai had started to laugh, covering her mouth. "I shall leave you to your quest, then. Somehow I do not believe your mind will be focused on the deed."

The Wicca Master disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Ka-Ron was once more left to face her new reality.

"Jatel!"

With her hands touching, squeezing, and exploring her body, Ka-Ron tried desperately to stop. But, as before, while the curse was still new, her hands had developed a mind all their own. The more she tried to control them, the more desperate they grew in trying to satisfy her womanly hungers. Ka-Ron's brain started to burn with an ever-growing desire. All the knight could focus on were Jatel's masculine charms. His embrace&his scent&his eyes&his&

From Jatel, there was no response.

"Okay," Ka-Ron surmised, "I'll do this without him."

In the excitement of the act, Ka-Ron lost her footing and fell back into her stall. Her ass hit the floor with a loud thump, causing pain to spark up her backbone. She let out a little face of discomfort, allowing it to fade because she had more immediate things to do.

The woman pulled her skirt up, towards her lap.

Ka-Ron closed her eyes, taking in several deep breaths.

This was so shameful! That such a knight as herself should have to perform these acts in order just to think clearly. Still, some were a silent joy to her. That part of the curse was still confusing.

With her index finger, Ka-Ron moved past the warm sensitive parts of her sexuality, into the darker, wetter, depths of her soul. To the Gods! This felt wonderful and quite alien. No matter how many times she penetrated, it was always like the first. There was pain. There was the rush of hormones. There was the act itself. And, finally&the reward!

One Finger.

Then, two.

Nothing?

Ka-Ron opened her eyes and looked down at her crotch. She had up to half her hand inside her, and was feeling nothing! What was going on here? She was enjoying herself. She was feeling every thrust, every retreat, and every subtle quivering of her fingers. Her bright red, blood-engorged organs were ready for release. She could feel the buildup. She could feel the pressure growing inside of her to let loose her passion. But nothing other than the painful buildup happened. And, what was worse, it would not - could not - subside. The romantic flow was going in one direction, and even if Ka-Ron stopped masturbating, the knight knew it would continue at the same level, until she could find the key to her satisfactory release&Jatel.

The wind started to pick up with an electrical presence.

< Only Jatel, my dear. >

The voice was that of Kai.

"To the Gods! What have I done?" Ka-Ron asked herself. She could not control herself. She closed her eyes, adding another finger to the choir.

Her hips started to shake. Ka-Ron knew that she was near. She started smiling, giggling, and breathing faster. In pure instinct, she spread her legs farther apart. Her sex was a dripping fountain of anticipation.

Then, again¬hing.

Her "course" of love was missing the cursed final element.

Ka-Ron opened her eyes in panic. She could not move. She could not close her legs. She could not withdrawal her hand. She simply&could¬!

"JATEL!" she screamed.

Ka-Ron could not stop masturbating!

Jatel had been successful. He obtained a ship. A ship that fit his and his master's needs. But, more importantly, it was a comfortable Anubi-class vessel. The Captain had made arrangements with the squire to see both him and Ka-Ron put on the ship later in the sun. The ship would sail that night.

Their quest was soon at hand.

A certain satisfaction beamed from the humble squire as he packed up their horses. Jatel was concerned. Upon returning to the horses, he could not find his master anywhere.

"Where did Ka-Ron go off to, Echoheart?" Jatel hastily looked both left and right, as he gave Ka-Ron's horse a well-deserved purple apple.

"JATEL!" a woman's voice seemed to shout from nowhere.

The squire dropped his things, allowing a small sack of apples to roll off in all directions.

"Upon my oath, Echoheart, that sounded like Ka-Ron's cry."

"JATEL, PLEASE! I NEED YOU!" It was clearly Ka-Ron's voice.

The squire turned, looking towards the city. A slave train was trotting by, causing the air to be filled with the sounds of stomping, tired feet. Jatel also noticed a gang of sailors calling after the local women of the night, hoping to buy a pleasant memory to help them set sail on in the morning. The suns were setting, and the light of the town was definitely becoming poor.

"Where the hell is Ka-Ron?"

Echoheart shook his head.

< This guy is hopeless! >

The horse stepped forward and pawed the ground.

"What is it, Echoheart?"

The horse pointed his nose towards the town's privy. He grumbled, clearing his throat. The animal then shook his head up and down, motioning the squire to head off in the correct direction.

"JATEL! PLEASE!"

Jatel ran towards the privy. "I am coming, sire!"

Echoheart shook his head in embarrassment. Trying to avoid eye contact with the local villagers, the horse pretended to eat another apple.

Jatel approached the town privy, feeling the familiar aura of magic in the air. A small crowd of people had gathered outside the building, which was about the size of a small barn, and just as strongly constructed. It had been built just ten seasons before as an experimental program meant to help control the spread of sickness in the community.

"There is a lady in there!" one of the children said, pointing towards the privy.

Jatel took in a deep breath, passing those who would only look, becoming the only one brave enough to enter.

"Ka-Ron?"

The privy, Jatel had noticed, was divided by four wooden stalls. Between stall two and three, there was a divider wall. This, of course, was to help separate the men from the women. All was state of the art.

"Ka-Ron?" Jatel's voice was barely a whisper. He found himself shaking. He never shook! Not even in combat.

A woman could be heard, crying.

Jatel followed the sound.

His glance landed on a pair of female legs, which seemed to be protruding from under stall number three's tiny door. The feet were twitching, and seemed to be both seductive and evenly shaped.

Yep! That's Ka-Ron,
the squire surmised.

Jatel opened the door to Ka-Ron's stall.

On the floor, Ka-Ron had her dress up as far as the stitching would allow. With her eyes closed, she was diligently masturbating. Half her hand was up her sex, trying desperately to achieve the goal of personal bliss. As hard as his master was trying to reach that goal, it was obvious by the tears on her face that Ka-Ron was losing the battle.

Again, the squire could feel the sensation of magic in the air.

"Kai did this to you, master." Jatel whispered.

The squire soon noticed Kai's work. He marveled at the improved curves in the knight's seductive hips. He noticed the full lips that Ka-Ron was biting in her frustration. To the Gods! He noticed her breasts! Could they get any bigger? He paid close attention to Ka-Ron's personal beauty, which seemed to appeal greatly to him. Her inner woman. The woman the squire had always wanted to love. The woman that was meant only for him. That is what Ka-Ron had become.

Jatel stepped back, ashamed.

He had an erection to rival any man's.

Ka-Ron opened her eyes.

All she saw was Jatel's excitement.

More! More! Go deeper!

These were the only thoughts going through Ka-Ron's mind, until she heard the gentle squeak of the stall's door opening. She knew someone was watching her, and tried the use that knowledge, that excitement in the humiliation of the thing, as a means to achieve her bliss. But, in the nature of Kai's curse, this was not to be.

Upon opening her eyes, she noticed the concerned and a little horrified eyes of her squire - Jatel.

Ka-Ron stopped.

She wanted to smile, rise to her feet, and kiss him. It was a strange sensation for an individual who had once been a man. But she could not fight the battle lines drawn by her hearts. Ka-Ron, Errant-Knight, from the township of Teal, loved this buffoon of a man, and she could not, upon her life, explain why.

"Jatel&I&"

Before the woman could finish her sentence, she happened to glance down at the man's crotch and noticed his erection.

A hot flash engulfed her body. She rose to her knees, grabbing at Jatel's hips.

"Master?" Jatel asked, awkward in his stance.

"Jatel," Ka-Ron started to breath uneasy. The knight found herself pushing her nose into Jatel's pants, smelling him. "I want you&now!"

"Master&I have acquired a vessel. We should&"

Before the squire could finish, Ka-Ron used her frantic strength, given to her by a desperate need, to rip open the flap of the man's clothing.

In a whirl of sexual need, Ka-Ron gazed at Jatel's sex as it hung in the air. For a moment, she was disgusted by the sight of it, for, in her normal state, it was not the object of her desire. However, facts were not needed when one was both the harbinger and victim of a witch's curse. One only had the sad fate of following the desires changed for her benefit.

The knight closed her eyes, and engulfed the desire before her. With her hands, shaking from the want of fulfillment, she gripped harder, pulling Jatel closer towards her.

Jatel, now in the eye of the storm, could only stand there and enjoy it.

There were certain thoughts that flashed through Ka-Ron's mind as she continued the act of pleasing her lover. She wondered if they were thoughts common to most women, who, in their act of love, enjoyed their own performance of the task. She kept in mind the positioning of her hands. How they grabbed at Jatel's hips, how they caressed him, and how they seemed to render his emotions stable. She focused on the amount of pressure her mouth was using. How she could enhance her own enjoyment, sucking and devouring the feast before her. Try as she might, however, she had not the courage to open her eyes, gaze up, and see the eyes of her lover, which she instinctively knew gazed down upon her.

As the taste of salt invaded Ka-Ron's mouth, and as she achieved personal bliss, her soul and that of her squire's bonded. There was a serenity there that the knight had never known before. A warm natural feeling that was both satisfying and frightening. Frightening, because for the first time, Ka-Ron cared no whit about finding Kai and reversing the spell. She was starting to accept her fate&her womanhood.

Then, a soft hand touched her head and rubbed her long hair.

Ka-Ron was so overwhelmed by her feelings that she started to cry.

The woman shifted her head, allowing Jatel to venture further and deeper into her mouth. She teased him with her teeth, softly scraping the gentle parts of his manhood.

"Fair woman, continue your task," Jatel softly whispered.

Ka-Ron's head was drunk with giddiness! To the Gods! She was happy.

She felt magnificent!

What Jatel could not see, and what Ka-Ron was only now beginning to feel and was becoming aware of was the way her colorings, placed upon her face, were regenerating somehow. She could feel, and insightfully knew, that with each thrust of her full lips upon Jatel's manhood, they were maintaining the bright red hue meant to obtain a man's attention. As her tears streaked down her cheeks, the black lines highlighting her eyes were not affected by the damaging salts coming from her tears. Kai was correct. The improvements of the spell would not allow her ignorance to damage or ruin her looks.

Ka-Ron pulled away from Jatel's sex for only a moment. She took in a satisfactory breath. "Jatel, I love you," she proclaimed.