The Misadventures of Ka-Ron the Knight (6 page)

"What the hell!" the knight repeated.

Panic flashing in his mind, the knight remembered that he had been trying to stop Kai from successfully casting a spell against him the night before. He inspected the ground at his feet. There were no signs of blood. He noticed his sword lying on the ground. His blade was clean.

Ka-Ron looked at his feet. Both were poking out from the hem of a skirt. He was wearing dress shoes - woman's shoes!

"To the Gods!" Ka-Ron cried. From deep inside him, he heard the voice of a fair maiden. "What has happened to me?"

The knight rushed over to his traveling mirror. It was kept by his bunk, which was next to his horse.

The reflection looking back at the knight was not that of his own. Ka-Ron's confused eyes gazed at the image of one of the most beautiful and desirable woman he had ever seen! Black, shoulder length hair, full lips, blue eyes, fair skin, childbearing hips of the most seductive and full luxurious breasts. He was a vision of femininity.

"Please, my lady, do not be me looking back through the mirror," Ka-Ron pleaded.

The knight paused, noticing that it was his lips moving to the cadence of his speech. Again, his hand went to his mouth in surprise. He could not believe that Kai would have been so cruel.

"I am&a&woman." Ka-Ron said after several beats of silence.

The knight's body began to shake uncontrollably. His hands started to caress his stomach, and Ka-Ron was doing it against his own will. It was as if his body had a mind of its own. His eyes widened as he tried to stop himself but couldn't.

New sensations - sensations he had never encountered before - began to flood his mind. Two immediate emotions caused his actions to quicken. A warm heat invaded his stomach, causing an aching between his legs. Wetness invaded his world. The knight soon discovered that he had lost his center of gravity. In trying to walk, his legs seemed longer, functioning differently - unusual compared to the way he was accustomed to using them. Second, there was a tingling feeling coming from his chest and nipples.

"Aaaahhhh!" Ka-Ron moaned, startled at the outburst.

He placed his hands on his new female breasts. They were certainly ample. Any man would have killed for the pleasure of holding them. But, these were his breasts! This was real. This was not a dream. As much as the knight had wished he was imagining the whole affair, he was not.

The breasts began to swell, slightly.

"So&good." he cooed. He glanced down at his chest, silently admiring the huge breasts his hands were exploring. They were almost the size of a man's head. Ka-Ron marveled at just how perfect they were.

A shock shot up his legs, causing him to move in a spasm of some sort. There was a tightening of muscles at the bottom of his stomach. A desire to maintain that spasm ensued. Ka-Ron's hands started to twist his nipples.

His eyes rolled back into his head, and turned white.

Ka-Ron of Teal, Errant-Knight to the kingdom of Idoshia fell and passed out upon her bunk.

She had just experienced her first multiple orgasm.

Ka-Ron woke from a deep sleep, sighing with relief. With the suns shining in her eyes, smelling the familiar and fresh fragrances of a stable, the knight was certain that what she had experienced was a nightmare - just a silly dream. She was in her bunk, covered with a bearskin blanket, and silently laughing.

The laughing stopped when she had an itch on her chest and reached up to scratch it.

"Oh, no," she moaned miserably. "To the gods, no."

Again, as if by remote command, her hands came to life, grabbing each of her breasts. Her mind became flooded with pleasures and senses to which she was quite alien. A delightful and sinful sneer formed on her countenance, as she began to play with her chest. It had never occurred to the knight that a woman received so much pleasure from the simple act of contact. The nipples of her newfound femininity became incredibly sensual. By simply touching them, she caused waves of heat to explode down her body and end at her toes. Her tongue started to itch with curiosity. What it would feel like to place one of her pink, hard, nipples into her mouth?

"What has happened to me?" she whispered, terrified.

It did not take long for her body to react to her thoughts, which also seemed to have a command beyond her own. Sweet feelings of cold shivers spread up and down her back, as she placed a nipple in her mouth, sucking on her breast like a hungry child. Her hips began to swing side to side, rocking the bunk. A wetness that she seemed to fall in love with exploded between her legs, and she started to feel some of the spasms, which had caused her to lose consciousness before.

"I can't stop!" she cried. "Someone, please, help me!"

Ka-Ron let out an uncontrollable moan, as one of her hands left her breasts and probed down towards her womanhood. As a man, the knight knew how to stimulate a female in his love arena. But as a woman: Ka-Ron's knowledge of arousal was elementary at best. However, she was enjoying herself expertly. Someone else had to be guiding her. It had to be Kai.

"Kai," Ka-Ron pleaded. "End this. To the gods, woman, I loved your daughter."

Rational thought seemed to escape the knight's head. She raised her skirt and spread her legs, allowing intimate invasion. She cried out in rapture, experiencing the waves of warmth mixed with an almost poetic pain. Ka-Ron was a woman now, but she was also a virgin. Of course she was! She had never known a man.

The pleasure was almost maddening! One finger, then two. She spread her legs out more, causing the skirt of her dress to rise. Her legs were free, and her womanhood was visible to any that happened to walk into the barn.

"Stop! Stop! St&" Ka-Ron's words sank to the boundaries of her bunk. She paid attention to the subtle up-and-down motioning of her hand, not realizing that the other was pleasuring her by stimulating her breasts. "Faster!" she found herself whispering. "Faster!"

Echoheart, speechless for the only time in his life, stood gawking at the strange woman in his master's bed. If the King himself had handed the horse an apple, he would have been too dumbfounded to take it.

The barn filled with the sounds of a woman's love-screams.

When Jatel woke, he was pleased to find a new sword and a basket of rare fruits and oils waiting for him in his room. These last were compliments from the King! The ruler of Idoshia had just wanted to make sure that the squire of his bravest knight had not felt left out of yesterday's celebrations. A proxy of the King had been sent to present his best wishes to Jatel, thanking him for both his services and his sacrifices. The King was indeed a noble leader, to have taken the time to recognize such a humble subject of his kingdom. Jatel wasn't even Idoshian! To help add to the occasion, the innkeeper was so moved by Jatel's honor that he added to it, by providing the squire with five bottles of his most-prized wines! Jatel's vision was blurry, at best, due to his celebrating. Honor was rare in a world judged solely by the moment.

The suns attacked the squire with the force of a Xow invasion. Jatel covered his bloodshot eyes, battling the hangover as he ventured towards the barn. It was to be an ordinary day. A day of rest.

Or, so the squire had thought.

In truth, after this day, his life would change forever.

His ears picked up the sounds of a woman screaming. The sounds were coming from the barn.

Upon entering the stable, the squire's attention was drawn to his master's bunk. It was from the bunk that he discovered the origin of the woman's screams.

The woman was the most beautiful thing Jatel had ever laid his eyes upon. His hearts skipped a beat as he admired the woman's charms, for lack of better words. For it would be hard for any normal man not to admire a female, who, upon first glance, was spread-eagled on their master's bunk, half-naked, pleasuring herself. The woman, too involved in her rapture, was also playing with her breasts, and was paying Jatel no mind.

"Someone, please&" the woman begged, closing her eyes as if she were in prayer.

As the woman opened her eyes, they, in their desperation, made contact with Jatel's.

Then, it happened!

Jatel could not begin to understand the feelings that welled up in him, but they were good feelings - that he knew. The woman's eyes were complex, deep, and a lovely blue. She was Idoshian, of that, he was quite sure. The woman's attention was concentrated on him. Her glance was both pleading and kind.

Her hands left both breasts and intimate explorations, to exhibit surprise and cover-up. She bolted out of the bunk with such a start that her breasts both wobbled and heaved from side to side. From the Gods! She was a vision to ignite even a dead man's lust!

"Jatel, thanks be that you are here!" the strange woman said.

The young man was taken aback, and became quite concerned at the fact that the woman knew him by name. Now, Jatel had become quite lively with celebration the night before, but never in his days had he ever been cursed enough - or, lucky enough - to forget an encounter with such an enchantress.

The woman moved closer.

Jatel's nostrils filled with the woman's scent. She was heaven on two feet. Sweet flowers of the most fair sort invaded his senses. Perspiration started to form on the palms of his hands as he tried his best to avoid eye contact. Instead, his line of sight fell upon the woman's huge chest - breasts barely able to keep their ample real estate within the confines of her simple dress. With one swift inhalation, she would burst forth, becoming a welcome sight to any hungry babe or lonely male.

"My lady," the squire said, bowing. "If we have met, please, forgive my sudden ignorance, but I&"

"My lady?" the woman huffed, containing what sounded like an ironic giggle. "Is that how you address your master?"

"Huh?" Jatel said, controlling himself as quickly as he had said the word.

"Jatel, it is I&Ka-Ron."

"What?"

"I have been placed under a witch's spell." Ka-Ron softly grabbed her breasts, squeezing and then lifting each one separately. She let out a controlled sigh of delight. "A spell of the worse order."

"What manner of madness is this that I am hearing?" Jatel demanded. He looked around the barn, noticing that his master's body armor was scattered all over the ground. "Why would any witch want to do such a thing to Ka-Ron, my master and commander?"

"Because of Kym." Ka-Ron softly said. Her face lowered so that her chin rested on her bosom. Jatel thought he saw the beginning of tears coming from the woman's eyes. "Kym, my young love, is dead."

"Dead?"

"She took her own life, because I was not brave enough to take her love."

"Ka-Ron?" Jatel glared at the female in front of him.

"Jatel, I&"

Ka-Ron stopped. She froze for several seconds, doing nothing more than stare at her squire.

"I find this all too amazing and unusual to believe, young lady." Jatel stated. He ventured deeper into the barn, and picked up Ka-Ron's body armor. After placing all in a concentrated pile at the foot of Ka-Ron's bunk, he turned his attentions towards his master's sword.

Ka-Ron, standing, noticed her clothing for the first time, in great detail. She was wearing a common woven dress - Kym's favorite. It was a gray weave, with bright blue borders at the bosom and a white apron tied at the waist, accenting the front of her skirt. And, the dress was tight. Too tight.

"If you are my master, why would you leave your sword out in the open? Out where the elements could attack it?" Carefully, Jatel placed the blade back into its sheath. The squire placed the sword next to Ka-Ron's body armor.

"I have been somewhat&occupied, Jatel," Ka-Ron barked, looking down at her armor sadly. "Besides, I am currently too small to wear any of this, and I am quite sure that I would not have the strength - being that I am now a woman."

Ka-Ron noticed that her breasts were pushing hard against the buttons of her dress, and could, at any moment, pop the front open. Her legs were too long for the skirt she was wearing, and would become beacons for any man that would happen to glance her way. Upon walking, she noticed that the center of her gravity had changed, and that she wobbled every now and then, being not quite comfortable with the manner in which her hips seemed to wiggle. This bothered her very much, considering that she soon discovered that she had a rather round and gifted ass!

"I find myself in an awkward position of requiring your services, during this little mishap of mine, Jatel," Ka-Ron said, placing her hands on her ass and rubbing it. A flush made her cheeks turn crimson. "It is amazing how sensitive a woman's body is."

Jatel soon noticed that the woman claiming to be his master had moved dangerously close to him. The squire also noticed that she was breathing heavily, and that her nipples were poking out visibly. She had glanced down at his manhood, and had noticed that her closeness soon caused him to become greatly excited. And, he was!

"Jatel, I am not in control of myself."

"The&spell?"

Ka-Ron nodded her head. Her long bangs fell down, covering up one of her eyes. Her full lips were soon wet, being licked several times by the woman's welcoming tongue. A sweet odor came from her mouth, making Jatel's mind go dangerously blank. All he could hear was the sound of his hearts beating in his head.

Ka-Ron moved in closer. Both she and the squire paused, as their lips made contact. Instinctively, Jatel's hands wrapped around Ka-Ron's waist.

"I remember!" Jatel blurted out.

Ka-Ron's lips opened upon Jatel's. Her eyes seemed to be focused on only one thing. "Remember&what?"

"There was a woman here in the stables last night, after your games. She cut off some of my hair, disappearing after your arrival."

"Your hair?" Ka-Ron whispered. Her hands started to rub Jatel's back, pulling him closer. Logic tried to turn its wheels in her mind, adding up all the details, but honestly, all that she could think of was how wonderful Jatel's body felt against hers. Her breasts smashed up against his chest. To the Gods! She was so wet.