The Misadventures of Ka-Ron the Knight (48 page)

Jatel turned to the wizard, hoping for a clearer answer.

"Don't ask," Keeth said holding up a warning hand. "You wouldn't believe it in the first place."

"Okay."

"Wise choice, my son."

Again the chamber shook as several roars were heard.

"What the hell?" Jatel asked.

The dwarf city shook again. This time, the violence had caused several pieces of the sacred mural to crack and produce falling debris. The
Argo
had almost fallen victim to a bad case of "gravity poisoning."

"Prepare to get underway!" the wizard yelled.

"Lines have been pulled, and we are ready for ocean exploration." Jatel offered.

Keeth pulled and lowered his magical levers.

Again, the ship was covered by her clamshell apparatus.

Vents were opened, and the tiny wooden ship dived below the waves.

The only thing left behind was the destruction of a legend.

Molly kissed En-Don several times, raising the eyebrows of both his parents. An awkward moment arose when the young man had openly made the comment that he wanted to "play" with her once again. Judging by the crimson hue which suddenly appeared upon Molly's cheeks, the viewers decided that the woman wished to "play" as well.

"Take care of my son," Ka-Ron warned, trying her best to hold back an ironic smile. "That is all I will say."

Molly, realizing that she now had the blessings of both mother and father, kissed En-Don again with conviction and purpose. Not that either had been lost to her in her current endeavors.

Both disappeared behind a cabin door.

Ka-Ron could not shake the fact that she was being watched.

Keeth was studying the woman with a great amount of wonder. He tried to hide it with his piloting of the ship, but he was not that good at spying.

"What grabs at you, wizard?" the knight asked, finally buttoning up the last of her clothing.

"You, child."

"Why?"

"You have given birth to a dragon," the wizard stated, amazed at the fact. "Life must have an incredible destiny for you, Ka-Ron, to have done so much and have the luck to survive such a thing."

"I would like to believe so."

The
Argo
floated past the two statues they had last encountered. As they safely navigated between them, a thunderous blast of energy came from the mountain city, creating a wave of force. Upon making contact with the giant statues, the destructive shock caused both pillars of art to topple off their pedestals, dismembering and crumbling into useless piles of rock.

The ship barely managed to stay her course.

During all this destruction, each rock, wall, ancient home and statue tore at Dorian's heart. It was like watching a dream die before your eyes, and not having the power to stop it.

"Look at it this way," Rohan said, trying to offer comfort. "You and I have seen Jah-Bul-On. The fates can never take that from us. Ever!"

The dwarf city echoed one last time with the roars of Baphomet and the new dragon, and were heard again nevermore.

Upon surfacing, the
Argo
became sea-worthy.

The wizard did not need to ask their destination. The ship was pointed towards The Fire Mountains.

Both Ka-Ron and Jatel retired to a well-deserved rest.

Upon entering their cabin, they treated each other with an awkward silence. In the past several suns, in order to achieve their shared goals of saving their son, Ka-Ron and Jatel had been somewhat "separate." Now, allowed the luxury of intimacy once again, neither knew how or where to begin.

The knight sheepishly glanced at her squire as both lay upon their bed. The woman so wanted to feel the warmth of his hands upon her skin. More than anything, Jatel wanted to embrace and kiss the woman.

"I have done you wrong, Jatel," Ka-Ron finally stated, near tears.

"No, master."

The woman took hold of Jatel's face. In her eyes were both pain and anger. "Please, Jatel! Do not address me so." Pausing, only to glance into his eyes, she kissed him passionately. So engrossed was she in her actions that the knight cried out in sorrow, enjoying her role as Jatel's lover. "I plead with you, squire, love me."

Jatel paid heed to his calling.

In a darkened room, aboard a strange but ingenious ship, both Jatel of Illium and Ka-Ron of Idoshia became one once again.

Dorian tiptoed down the ship's main hall, hoping to the heavens that no one heard him. He had prided himself on the fact that both he and Rohan had risen above suspicion, and that even the wizard had forgotten to inquire further on the "curiosities" he had seen, while in the sacred dwellings of what had once been Jah-Bul-On.

The ship's galley seemed to be the only safe place either could meet.

Dorian softly opened the galley's squeaky doors.

"Hello there."

The dwarf almost felt his heart explode, upon hearing the strange voice.

"It's only me," Rohan said, laughing.

Amused, the elf had disguised his voice, fooling his love. Rohan started to laugh openly, and with great mirth. It was rare to hear an elf laugh.

"You bastard!" Dorian spat, slapping the elf hard upon his ass.

"If you could have seen the look of pure panic upon your face," Rohan giggled, holding tight to his stomach. "Priceless! Priceless!"

"Fool!"

Dorian was all prepared to revert his outer appearance, for the sake of his new love. Rohan, on the other hand, had more ambitious motives.

The elf could not wait.

Rohan attacked his love, kissing the man in his current form. Comically, the dwarf waved his arms into the air, hoping above hope that the elf's tongue would not get any of his beard hairs in his mouth - dwarf's hair was too harsh to be entangled with the softness of another's tongue.

"Dear sir," Dorian purred, at last coming up for air.

The dwarf's beard melted away. Hard muscles turned into soft and supple curves. Female breasts soon replaced the illusion of armor plating.

He was now a she.

"I glory more and more upon seeing the true you," Rohan said, kissing her once more.

Dorian closed her eyes, feeling the weight of her lover as he fell upon her. Rohan's pants told more about his passion than the elf's way with words could ever do. The dwarf let out a soft cry of delight as Rohan unbuttoned the soft silk opening of her dress. As a hungry cat might pounce upon a saucer of milk, Rohan dug deeply into the dwarf's intimate treasures. Gently, he sucked at the woman's nipples, eagerly biting away at her flesh.

"I have to warn you, sir," Dorian said, pushing the elf's head deeper between her breasts. "Dwarfs mate for life."

Rohan came up for air.

"Then may love be my crime, and you my prison."

The dwarf started to cry, but, upon her face beamed the softest of smiles.

Rohan sank down, separating the dwarf's legs.

Dorian tried to say something, but was too overcome with anticipation. Her heart beat heavily. Her breath came fast.

The elf softly took in the woman's scent while he embellished himself in the most intimate of fashions.

Keeth kept looking over his shoulder.

The
Argo
was being followed.

Since their starboard turn near the
Gull Islands
, a small outcrop near the elfin nations, the wizard had been aware of their shadow. Matching course change with course change, the captain of the following vessel advertised the greatest of skills. The wizard would have to congratulate him upon his seamanship.

But that was for another day.

The wizard did not like being followed.

"Something, wizard?"

Taken aback, Keeth turned to see that Jatel had come out on deck.

"I apologize, wizard," Jatel offered. "I did not mean to startle you so."

"No mind," the old man said, patting his chest. "Ka-Ron is resting."

A telling smile, showing the memories of enjoyed love crossed the young man's face. But to Jatel's credit, he quickly removed the emotions.

"She is doing fine. Thank you for asking."

"Delighted." Keeth turned his eyes out upon the horizon. "Squire, we are being followed."

Jatel joined the wizard in his concerns.

"Friend or enemy, wizard?"

"I wish I knew."

"Do we at least know who is following us?"

"I had cast a looking glass spell, moments ago, just to answer that very question, sir."

"And what was your answer?"

The wizard let out a tired, if not surprised, grunt. "Elves, is what I came up with, Jatel."

"Elves?" The squire shook his shoulders. "Do they not prefer to stick to their own waters?"

"Indeed they do." The wizard pointed out, turning the ship's wheel towards a new course. "To be pursued by an elf captain is quite unheard of."

"Odd, to say the least."

Keeth peered out at the dark spaces between him and the elfish pursuer. "I think they are from Eulogia. A nation in the Weedwoods, if my memory serves correctly."

Jatel turned, giving the cabin doors a worried look.

"Keeth, Rohan is from the Weedwoods."

"I know." The wizard's brows moved awkwardly. "Which makes me question the honor of our friends."

"Think not, wizard," Jatel protested. "They could not&"

"I only mention the chance of a misunderstanding, squire. Not the fact that Rohan may be wrong in his stated credentials."

"I should hope so."

The elfin ship crept up on the
Argo
, boldly advertising its silhouette. The vessel was an impressive one, well equipped for a long voyage, if need be. There would be no possible way the wizard's ship could out-sail her. Whatever "ghost" was motivating the elf captain, he was dead set upon reaching his target.

With a puff of smoke, the pursuer made itself known.

The loud bang, which had accompanied the smoke, was from a signal cannon.

Respectfully, the elves were asking to come aboard.

Dorian let down the last of her guard.

In doing so, she revealed more of who she was.

Her light green hair grew longer, stopping right at her hips, which grew a little wider. Her breasts increased in size, rivaling Ka-Ron's. Her lips grew fuller, and her facial features turned even softer. Her hands took on a more fragile appearance, with long and defining fingernails - all were manicured to perfection.

This last confused Rohan.

"Dorian&a question, please."

The dwarf cupped her breasts and fell to her knees. She gave her elfish lover a sly and hungry smile.

"Anything you want, dear."

"How can you have manicured nails?"

"I never try to figure out miracles," Dorian insisted, pulling down the pants of the elf. Both were completely naked.

Rohan accepted her wisdom. He had better things to focus upon.

Dorian closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and started to concentrate.

The elf appreciated the effort.

The dwarf did her task well, bobbing up and down, enveloping all. She could feel all of the elf's passion and power as he continued to thrust himself into her mouth. His breathing was hard and steady, as his desire to please was paramount.

Dorian turned up a smile upon the corner of her mouth, glancing into the young elf's eyes, ensuring him that she enjoyed what he allowed her to suckle. With steadfast hands, she reached and rubbed Rohan's back, scratching him all the way down to his knees. At one point, he became so excited that the elf's legs gave out upon him, causing him to regain his composure by tightly grabbing onto Dorian's soft head. This only helped her more with her task.

The woman could stand it no longer.

"Rohan," Dorian stated, pulling him out of her mouth, "take me!"

Rohan had no choice in the matter.

The dwarf jumped upon her unsuspecting target, and both went swiftly towards the floor.

Dorian moved fast. Kissing her subject, she subconsciously positioned herself for penetration. Dorian's eyes widened, as the woman completed her objective.

The name of the elfish ship was
The Willows' Breath
. And by sheer size, craftsmanship, and power, she put the
Argo
to shame. However, Keeth was sure that the elf ship had only one purpose - that was the
Argo's
edge.

Jatel agreed with the wizard's assumption.

In any case, once the elfish vessel came alongside, her crew moved quite swiftly. Before Keeth or the squire knew it, the
Argo
had been invaded.

"Ever heard of elf pirates?" Jatel asked, putting his hands up into the air.

"No," Keeth said, quite surprised. "To take for profit would be an insult to most elves."

"Be quiet!" an elf sailor shouted, pointing a rather nasty looking sword at the both of them.

Most of the elves looked too clean and too healthy to be just plain sea folk. Most who took to the seas knew the risk. Sea life was hard, and relied more upon what a sailor could get, to what he actually needed. Malnutrition was not an unsurprising detail - even if the sailor was an elf.

"Once the captain boards, all your questions will be answered."

The elf sailor bowed with some respect. It was quite obvious to both the wizard and the squire that this particular elf did not like what he had been ordered to do. His troubled eyes betrayed the projected image he was trying to evoke.

"Captain upon the deck!" another sailor shouted.

All elves that could, snapped to full attention.

"Bet he's great at parties." Jatel whispered to the wizard.

Keeth had no comment.

The Elf Captain was tall. That was the first impression that the man gave. At least four sticks taller than Rohan, and he carried with him a sense of absolute power. Upon his stern features there was the look of a commander who was used to getting his way.

Dressed in the traditional military garb of the Elfin Royal Command, the Captain boarding the
Argo
studied all that he saw. It was plan to see he found the ship both fascinating and functional. This last was quite a thrill for the wizard.