The Misadventures of Ka-Ron the Knight (16 page)

Jatel prepared his sword.

He raised his shield.

He gave his weapon a powerful thrust.

Nothing. He hit nothing.

"What manner of evil is this?"

"There is no evil here, Jatel." the Wicca Master stated, gazing down upon the squire.

"Then why punish my master so?"

The witch laughed. She clapped her hands together and sat upon the cabin's bed, allowing the moment to become relaxed. Her action caused Jatel to lower his sword. It appeared, quite shockingly, that she had not appeared to do harm.

"Punish?" Kai questioned, rubbing her lower lip seductively. "It appears, dear sir, that you are enjoying yourself quite well, I dare say."

Jatel lowered his gaze, embarrassed.

"You speak not?"

"I serve my master." Jatel rebuked, holding his sword in defiance.

"You mean, you take her until she moans your name in female ecstasy."

"Yes," Jatel stated, his voice trembling with shame. "All to your design."

Kai paused. The Wicca Master closed her eyes hard. Was this regret the squire was seeing?

"I see the error in it all, young squire." Kai stated, her breath heavy. "This arrangement is all so&one-sided. Don't you think so?"

Jatel started to slowly back step. Looking over his shoulder, he started to retreat back through his cabin's door. Kai, noticing Jatel's movements, and anticipating his retreat, cast a silent spell, causing the cabin door to slam shut.

"We have both come too far for retreats, dear sir," the Wicca Master dryly laughed. "I think it time for the mighty Ka-Ron to receive a treat, of sorts. Don't you?"

Jatel had never known so much horror as he did in that eternal moment.

Not knowing what else to do, and understanding that he was both out-matched and over-powered, Jatel dropped his sword. This last surprised Kai.

"So, you are a thinking man."

"I know when I am facing a superior enemy." Jatel explained. "Do not confuse my surrender with weakness. For, if I could, I would run you through!"

"I will not mistake anything with you, squire." Kai stood back, hugging the cabin's walls. "Time to conclude our business, I think."

Jatel swallowed, hard.

"A man who enjoys the company of a woman, such as you, should never have to worry about not pleasing them." Kai started to rub her chin, thinking. Her eyes flashed with revelation, and she had to control the ironic laughing rising up in her throat. "A man should not have to worry about being dry as a bone. This is something you will never know again."

"On, no." Jatel moaned.

"Ah, hah!" Kai retorted. "You will always be at the ready. You will always desire the company of your&master."

Kai disappeared in a puff of orange smoke. Her laughter, however, stayed just a little longer, echoing in the squire's ears.

Jatel hated the sound more than he had feared it.

The squire opened his eyes, somewhat surprised at being alone.

"Now, what the hell was that all about?"

After a few silent moments, Jatel thought it best to go about his business. He shrugged the whole event off, hoping that the unpleasantness was behind him.

He was wrong.

A strong electrical shock invaded and traveled through his body.

"Ahhhhh!" Jatel cried. The pain was of such a force that it dropped him to his knees.

Jatel fought the urge to escape into unconsciousness. Sweat poured from his body like a raging waterfall. Helpless, he gazed down at his hands - they were shaking like that of an old man's.

"What's happening to me?" the squire whispered.

Jatel's ears started to notice the sounds of tearing cloth. In his confusion, pain, and terror the squire was unaware of the fact that his bodily mass was growing. His muscles were starting to rip through the humble stable clothes that he was wearing. He was gaining the body of a well-developed knight.

His hair grew twice its length and thickness. Indeed, he had never seen such a crop of hair before! Only, perhaps, upon the head of his master.

As fast at it had fell upon him, the pain stopped.

Jatel blinked and opened his eyes wide.

Ka-Ron had come to appreciate her long fingernails. In fact, they were superb in combat. Several times, she had blinded an unfortunate pirate by scratching out the bastard's eyes. It made hand-to-hand unpredictable.

"You broke a nail!" Ka-Ron screamed, backhanding an unfortunate Xow.

Upon the death of their captain, the pirates' will to fight had dissolved into chaos. With no command left to guide them, their aims were seriously in question. So, it did not take long for Hathaway and his men to round up, confine, and claim victory.

Ka-Ron was doing her best at crowd control.

"Damn Xows! Will you not ever learn?"

The knight, realizing that she was still naked, reached for her dress.

As Ka-Ron dressed, she heard several surprised gasps come from the men around her. Some gasps, it seemed, even came from the pirates.

"Ka-Ron," Hathaway stated, pointing back toward the cabin entrances.

"What?" the knight asked, buttoning up her dress.

"Your lover appears to have thrived in the light of combat."

Ka-Ron turned.

Jatel stood at the doorway, holding her sword and amour.

"To the Gods!"

Jatel had indeed changed.

His stance was at least several sticks higher than he had been before. His face had grown hard, and his body fantastic in both bulk and muscle. In point of fact, Ka-Ron marveled that her squire had resembled her male perspective before the moment of her physical change.

Jatel had become a knight!

"It was Kai," was all the squire could say. He fidgeted in his stance, knowing full well that he was bursting out of his clothes, and that nothing upon him seemed to fit right.

There was something else.

Ka-Ron could not put her attention to it, but, it was there nonetheless.

"She did this to you, then?"

"Of course." Jatel paused, looking around the deck. "Was victory ours?"

"More than that, my good man!" Hathaway shouted. The captain had to fight the good cheers of his comrades. "The pirate ship has been sunk, and these brave survivors have volunteered to become part of our cargo."

A nervous squirm spread through the pirate ranks.

"Have no fear," Hathaway laughed, showing the pirates a confident gloved hand. "I was joshing. This ship is no slaver."

Ka-Ron slowly approached her squire. Her excitement, in accordance to her nearness, seemed to increase with each step.

"Are you in pain?" she whispered. The knight placed a shaky hand upon his cheek. She, now, had to reach up to look at him.

It was his voice!

Each time her ears heard it, Jatel's voice attacked her with a cerebral force the woman found hard to resist. Kai had made it possible for Jatel to fully seduce her with just the simple sound of his utterance!

"I seemed to have arrived too late with your sword, sire," Jatel whispered.

Ka-Ron closed her eyes, realizing that she was exploding inside herself with lust and female satisfaction. Her shaky hands probed her squire's new body, marveling at the tone, shape, and warm invitations it seemed to project towards her senses. She played with his hair, not able to take her eyes off of him.

"Master, this is Kai's doing." Jatel paused, himself not able to stop touching Ka-Ron. "Let us not&indulge her."

Ka-Ron was not able to hear.

Reason was no longer an option.

"Jatel&I&"

Before the man could respond, Ka-Ron stretched, grabbe hold of his shoulders, and kissed him.

Hathaway and his men let out a festive cheer.

Jatel could not help himself.

Ka-Ron's eyes beamed a knowing stare.

"Race you back to the cabin?" she inquired.

"You've read my mind."

"No," Ka-Ron said with a sly wink. "I felt your&mind."

Jatel's face reddened.

Both disappeared behind the ship's cabin door.

Ka-Ron started to giggle uncontrollably as both she and Jatel jumped onto their bed. The knight was still covered with blood and scars from the failed invasion, but Jatel did not mind. There was no hesitation, now, in his enjoyments. There was, however, a difference - a difference that surprised him, but pleased his master instantly.

"Oh, Jatel!" Ka-Ron roared, sliding down upon his manhood. "It seems that you have grown! Everywhere!"

His master's eyes widened with sinful lust.

"The curse," Jatel tried to explain between grunts and thrusting. "It's the curse, sire."

Ka-Ron could not respond.

Lost in the embrace of lust, both Jatel and Ka-Ron entered a world full of nothing more than the simple pleasures of the young enjoying the touches and intimacies of each other. With his eyes closed, enjoying the kisses of his master, Jatel unsnapped the rest of Ka-Ron's clothing, allowing the woman to just simply shift her hips so as to discard her garments. Hearing her joys and her happiness caused Jatel to try harder. Nothing mattered to him but her sincere contentment.

Sweat poured from their bodies, mingling into a pool of passion.

Ka-Ron's body began to spasm, causing her legs to spread farther apart.

"To the Gods, Jatel!" she screamed, her hands clawing away at the sheets.

The knight started to take control, rolling over, attacking from the top.

Jatel, smiling ear-to-ear, allowed the attack.

As the light cascaded through Ka-Ron's lovely dark hair, Jatel caught himself between breaths, solely admiring the sheer beauty and innocence of the moment. And, for the first time in his life, he was happy.

Ka-Ron moaned in satisfaction, rubbing her hips tightly against Jatel's. With her eyes still closed, the knight reached out, grabbing Jatel's empty hands, filling them with the ampleness of her own breasts. Upon contact, Jatel's hands grabbed her velveteen flesh, squeezing and fondling. Ka-Ron moaned, almost screaming. The squire could no longer contain himself.

Both screamed, celebrating their union.

Ka-Ron, with one last spasm, collapsed upon Jatel's chest. Exhausted, but still loving, she started to roll his hair upon the ends of her fingers while admiring his essence.

"Oh, I could do this all day," she whispered.

Jatel took a look at the angle of the suns. "I think we have, sire."

Both started to laugh.

The ship had returned to the normal sounds of sailor challenging sea. Several ropes were heard straining against the winds, and boot thumped against wooden deck. Both Ka-Ron and Jatel thought they heard Captain Hathaway informing a slaver about what he intended to do with them if they failed to clean the blood off of his deck. All was indeed back to normal.

"We need to dress, I fear," Ka-Ron suggested.

The knight moved to separate herself from her squire.

"Jatel&" Ka-Ron's eyes first filled with amusement. Then, quite slowly, they flashed panic.

"What's wrong, sire?"

"I cannot undo myself from you."

This last, did cause Jatel to laugh uneasily. "Nonsense, woman."

To prove her point, Ka-Ron held Jatel down, and tried to get off of him. She failed.

There was an awkward moment when neither reacted.

"I am unable to leave," Ka-Ron finally whispered.

Jatel remembered Kai's comment of the curse being "one sided."

"Kai." the squire said.

Ka-Ron moved her hips, and started to enjoy herself once more. She moaned and had within her amusements the sounds of personal combat. Jatel got the firm impression that this last was not of Ka-Ron's doing. He started to initiate motion himself, not all aware of what he was doing. Again, the two were in love's embrace.

"Ka-Ron, we need to stop."

The knight cried out in passion. Her face dripping with sweat, "Jatel, I fear that I cannot!"

Jatel took matters into his own hands.

"Allow me on top, sire."

"Gladly!" Ka-Ron stated, her face flashed amusement.

Both turned in the bed.

If the situation hadn't been so alarming, Jatel would have joined in the amusement. But, try as he might, he and his master could not separate. No matter how many times he tried, he would pull himself out just enough to have some unknown, mysterious force, push him back in.

"This is all just too sick!" Jatel moaned.

"Faster! Faster!" Ka-Ron hummed, obviously lost in her lust.

Jatel, at first, was shocked. Upon closer examination, however, he noticed that Ka-Ron was crying. Her face was projecting pure pleasure in the whole affair, but her soul was in torment.

"Master?" the squire questioned.

"I can't stop, Jatel." she whispered. Her body quivered. "Why is Kai doing this? Haven't I been punished enough?"

The knight wrapped her legs around Jatel's hips. She closed her eyes, turning her face away, too ashamed to face her lover.

Jatel's brow was sweating as well. However, his was not the sweat of lust. His was the anger of feeling so helpless. Although he truly loved Ka-Ron, he could not forget that this woman had once been a man. And not just any man, but a man of action and integrity! He was the personal favorite of the king. When
Idoshia
needed hope, they called on Ka-Ron. Now, this same person was forced into the submissive universe of a woman. Now, this enlightened soul was reduced to loving a common stable squire. Jatel's heart swelled with pain for Ka-Ron, and he determined himself to help change her situation for the better.

"For the Gods, I will not allow this to continue!" Jatel shouted, collapsing upon the bed.

Ka-Ron wrapped her arms around Jatel, trying her best to kiss him.

"Master, you must try to stop."

"I cannot," Ka-Ron cried.

"Ka-Ron," Jatel whispered.

There was a tone to the squire's voice that had caused the knight to pause. She opened her eyes, looking into his. Jatel knew, through her confused haze, that he was breaking through. That he was countermanding the spell.

"You&must&try."

The constant love-making slowed.

"I&" was all Ka-Ron had managed to let out.