The Misadventures of Ka-Ron the Knight (8 page)

It did not take long for Ka-Ron to find herself a new dress. She bought the finest dress in all of Teal - scarlet with yellow borders on both bosom and skirt. As a token of respect, the dressmaker even provided the knight with a pair of shoes and undergarments. Ka-Ron was so impressed with the fit that she bought another of the same make. The dressmaker closed his shop early.

After the change in clothing, both Ka-Ron and Jatel gathered up their gear and took their horses.

The men of the town were enchanted with Ka-Ron. As she passed, they all ogled her and silently wished for her company. They gazed upon her figure, her charm, and her grace with envious eyes. All of them wanted to know and possess her. Truly, if she were to remain in her station for the rest of her life, she would never be left alone or ignored.

However, Ka-Ron only had eyes for Jatel.

This fact, alone, confused her to all else.

Jatel tried his best to avoid eye contact, still. During the saddling of their horses, he ignored the lustful stares he received from his master. Indeed Kai was correct in the threat that her wicked spell would start to form a love-bond between the two. He tried, desperately, to ignore Ka-Ron's hands reaching for and playing with his hair. Several times, he was even successful in dodging a few well-blown kisses in his direction. It took all his concentration not to return her favors in kind, for he was as crazy for her in his lust as she was for him. He wanted her.

"Jatel," Ka-Ron said, glancing over the back of her horse. "Do you not want to&couple with me?"

"Master, you are not yourself."

Ka-Ron's face formed a charming pout. The bright red of her dress did nothing to hide her fantastic form. As she heaved and huffed, her huge breasts rose up and down, causing Jatel's blood to stir.

"Where are we off to, then?" the knight inquired.

"To the local clerics."

"Why?"

"Kai is a Wicca Master."

"So?"

"If she is to travel, and if she requires payment for her adventures, her journey must be cleared by the local authorities," Jatel tried to explain. His hearts started to quicken, realizing that Ka-Ron had moved Echoheart closer to Jatel's horse, so that it would be easier for her to gaze into the squire's eyes.

"Jatel?" Ka-Ron asked, leaning so close that her lips almost touched his.

"Wha& What? Master?"

"Please forgive my forward manner. I am not well."

"Nothing shall be said of this," Jatel suggested.

Before either knew what they were doing, a long kiss ensued.

< A lady should ride sidesaddle. >

"Echoheart!" Ka-Ron said, her voice raised. "Shut up!"

The horse huffed.

Teal had only one temple. The village was too involved with survival and the curse of the Xows to ever consider building another. There had been talk of inviting new cults into the fold, but the King was not one to encourage rivalry with the gods. Simple. Functional. Respectful. That was the theocracy of the day.

The temple was Gothic in appearance. Built by the finest craftsmen imported from the faraway land of Byzentine. It was believed by any whom had half a mind, that if the Byzentines built a building, it would stand forever. They were truly the best masons on the planet. The temple itself proved that - it was over seven hundred seasons old!

Jatel's gaze left the temple for only a moment and landed on Ka-Ron's face. His mind turned itself over to the lovely way the suns shone on her kind features. Her tender cheeks seemed to blush, realizing that the squire was thinking of her in kind and forceful ways.

"Jatel," Ka-Ron whispered, giggling softly.

"Yes, my love?" Jatel said the words, not realizing their importance or impact.

Ka-Ron paused. For how long? She could not say.

"Kindly help me off of my horse."

"Ah&" the squire blinked.

They kissed again.

As a woman, Ka-Ron discovered, rather quickly, that kissing was more than a reflection of one's passion. It was an absolute. She had the advantage of performing the act from both sides. As a man, kissing was an attack upon the woman's hearts. It was a way for a man to get past the poetry of love, right to the act itself. As a woman, Ka-Ron learned that kissing was indeed more. It was the fire behind the passion. It was the steam behind the wet embrace. And, surprisingly enough for her, it was a new instinct, which upon touch, could allow her instantly to know what men were thinking - a portal into her lover's mind. It both overwhelmed her and scared her to death. On the battlefield of desire, women were the better soldiers.

Jatel pulled himself away, gulping down the waves of wonder he was starting to feel. If such actions by his master were to continue, he would begin to forget his station in life. True feelings were rising to the surface. Dangerous feelings.

"You should be the one who speaks with the clerics, Ka-Ron."

Ka-Ron smiled with glee. "You called me Ka-Ron."

"Master...does not seem appropriate."

< Someone shoot an arrow into my mouth. >

Echoheart trotted up toward the temple's steps.

"My horse seems to be&uneasy, young squire." Ka-Ron said, realizing that it was time to investigate the whereabouts of Kai.

"In all haste, Ka-Ron, the clerics respect the divinity of women. It is correct for you to inquire."

Nodding in agreement, Ka-Ron got off her horse.

The inside of the temple was decorated in early "Third Kingdom." At the time of its creation, there was a fascination with death. The planet was going through one of its most disastrous periods in history. The Coughing was spreading throughout the lands, causing not only the fall of kingdoms, but also total and complete chaos. One race, the Nowns, were completely wiped out. "Third Kingdom" architecture was evident of these times, by allowing artists to recreate heavenly scenes of paradise upon the world. Huge murals of skeleton-like angels, wings spread and dripping with blood, stood smilingly accepting the people rushing towards them. The temple's altars, at either side of the building, were made from the bones of victims of The Coughing. This sickness created more bodies than the local graveyards could hold. It was poetic that most ended up as foundations for temples. A central fountain, gushing out red-colored water, which symbolized ancient blood spilled in the creation of the temple, sanctified the holiness of the place. Indeed, if it had not been for the decimation of the Nowns, or The Coughing, the village of Teal would never have been built as a way station between two dying plague cities.

The place totally gave Ka-Ron the creeps!

"Enter, kind woman, and wonder," a monk whispered, bowing in Ka-Ron's direction.

The monk was clearly a deformed and tortured soul who could never have survived in the real world. Teal's temple was famous for finding productive lives for those cheated at the time of their births.

Ka-Ron also remembered the advice with which her squire had provided her: the clerics of this temple worshiped the divinity of women. Since the cure for The Coughingwas discovered by a woman, the clerics treated all women as vessels of divine knowledge - hence the reason that all Wicca Masters were female. If the knight were to receive any honest answers, she would have to use the charms of her new body towards that endeavor.

"I wish an audience with the High Cleric," Ka-Ron announced, smiling brightly.

"He is a busy man, dear creature," the deformed monk suggested. He was hideous in nature - hunchbacked. Saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth as Ka-Ron caught him peeking at her ass.

"Then my presence will brighten his day."

The monk bowed, heading off deeper into the temple.

The Head Cleric appeared minutes later, patted the deformed monk on the back, and silently thanked him for the information of his latest visitor. The cleric was young, of a handsome stature, and appeared more knightly than a man of service to the gods. He noticed and admired Ka-Ron's appearance - they were both wearing crimson garments.

"I am told that you are in need of my services. My name is Darnak. How may I help thee?"

"Cleric Darnak," Ka-Ron asked, "Is there a place of privacy? Somewhere that we may talk?"

"All is known to us, child. We walk with all the gods."

"It's your monks that I am worried about, kind sir."

Darnak paused for a moment, glancing down at his servants.

"Of course." The cleric pointed toward a black door at the end of the chambers. "Do me the honor of being my guest."

Ka-Ron bowed and followed the cleric, passing the blood fountain, the bone altars, and the rows of silently praying visitors and monks.

"You are who, my child?"

"Ka-Ron, Errant-Knight."

Darnak paused before he spoke. Ka-Ron could see that the man was trying to see if she were at all insane. The cleric shook his head in study.

"I'm a simple cleric, my dear. At our last encounter, Ka-Ron was repeatable explanation of her a man, and of bulkier stature than your lovely presence."

"I was a man," Ka-Ron explained, frustrated at the current state. "A member of your order has turned me this way. I wish to have an audience with her, in order to correct the&misunderstanding."

Darnak placed his hands together. Silently, he sat at a chair near his writing desk.

The priest's quarters were both dark and comfortable. The walls were painted a blood red, with a slight tint of black. Rare ivory woods lined the details of the place, allowing one to think they were in a wealthy man's living space. However, upon further study, the tiny holes in the carpet, the creaking windows, and the mice droppings gathering in the corners of the room showed the reality of the situation. This had been a happy home for a wealthy member of Teal's community - now, a humble home for the priesthood. Quite possibly a donation to help honor a family member's passing into the next world of existence.

Ka-Ron took a place near the room's only window, feeling the warm light of the suns fall upon her breasts. Her hair shined brightly, catching the attention of her audience.

"The Wicca Master, who did this, was indeed quite skilled in her craft." Darnak said, studying Ka-Ron. He cleared his throat. "May I know&"

"It was Kai."

A shudder of nervous emotion started to overwhelm Ka-Ron as she noticed, for the first time, Darnak studying her. She noticed the warmth of the suns upon her, and the tingling of her cheeks. Ka-Ron did not like being the center of attention in this manner. She started to feel quite emotional. The knight wanted, more than anything, to be safe and sound, surrounded by the strong arms of her squire, Jatel.

"I am sorry, Ka-Ron." the cleric said, slowly rising to his feet. "Kai is no longer in Idoshia."

"Where is she then?"

Darnak smiled lovingly. He reacted fondly towards Ka-Ron's panic, clearly seen projecting from her attractive features. "She does not tell us. Our order recognizes her abilities, and knows that she goes where needed. She has never given us cause to question otherwise."

"Then I do not know where to begin my quest." Ka-Ron stated to herself, looking down at her confused and empty hands.

"Do not lose faith, my daughter."

"Please, do not address me so!" Ka-Ron's voice turned shaky.

"Ah, you are mad at me."

"No," the knight explained, calming herself. "I had hoped to turn back&"

"You should feel honored."

"Honored?"

"You are now a holy vessel," Darnak explained. The cleric approached his visitor, placing both his hands gently upon Ka-Ron's shoulders.

Ka-Ron turned, noticing that her close proximity had sexually stimulated Darnak. Darnak's tight-fitting garments showed that he had become fully aroused and ready for coupling.

The curse, again, took hold.

Ka-Ron tried to speak but found her lips moving silently. A voice wanted to push its way out, demanding satisfaction, results, and a return to normalcy. But none of these things happened. The knight's mouth turned dry and her whole body began to quake.

"I am honored to have you, child." The cleric stated as he moved both his hands under Ka-Ron's garments.

Before the Errant-Knight knew what she was doing, she had kissed Darnak. He tasted wonderful. His embrace was like nothing she had ever encountered.

"I am proud to serve," Ka-Ron mumbled.

Warmth invaded the knight's senses as she broke free of Darnak's embrace. Common decency called for Ka-Ron to raise her dress back up over her shoulders and leave the temple, but her new body had hungers she, as of yet, could not satisfy. Instead, she continued the cleric's work, lowering her garments even more, allowing the dress to fall, and stopping only at the beautiful curves of her bountiful hips.

Her eyes brightened with ecstasy as she rubbed her breasts together, feeling their separate worlds merging into one. A devilish smile started to form on her face, realizing that her nakedness had caught the cleric's full attention.

Darnak could not resist.

With a delightful moan, the cleric invaded Ka-Ron's body, burying his face deep into her breasts. She giggled with glee as she wrapped her arms around him and played with his long brown hair. Ka-Ron's body tingled with anticipation. She felt the volume of her chest increase, as she grew more and more excited.

The cleric sucked at her nipples, enjoying the gifts Ka-Ron had to offer. Warmth invaded her senses, making it impossible for the knight to think clearly.

Ka-Ron surprised herself, as she forced Darnak back, away from her.

"Have I offended thee, child?" the cleric said, gasping for air. His face was covered with sweat. His clothes were ready to come off.

Before she knew what she was doing, Ka-Ron's hands started to reach for her hips, allowing her dress to completely fall off, disrobing her entirely. The sunlight broke free of the clouds and gleamed brightly upon her body. Her delicate body's hair seemed to create a heavenly aura around her features, as she stood naked against the full-length glass.

With a certain playfulness, Ka-Ron directed Darnak's attention down towards her hips. The knight started rubbing her hips, slowly moving towards the center - towards her womanhood. Her long fingernails, brightly painted rose pink, manicured, and beautifully sculptured, ran through the thick mound of hair.