"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.
Jatel lost all strength in his legs, and gently lay on top of his master. He placed his hands under Ka-Ron's body, and started kissing her neck. Ka-Ron's eyes raced, causing her eyelids to flutter wildly.
So it was, on the floor of a public privy, that Jatel, a humble stable squire, deflowered Ka-Ron the knight.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The world was different now.
When Ka-Ron opened her eyes, she glanced up at the dirty gray roof of the town's privy, realizing that she had been in a deep sleep for about a cycle. She was also fondly surprised to discover that Jatel was sleeping on top of her, his head nestled between her huge breasts.
"I have lost my innocence this day," she softly whispered. There was both astonishment and regret in her tone.
Her hands absently started to pl
ay with Jatel's hair, as the squire continued to sleep. Ka-Ron discovered that her fascination for her friend had deepened. Every little move, twitch, and moan the squire made in his sleep appeared to cause great amusement in Ka-Ron's reaction. She felt totally alive and amazed at his presence. Was this what it felt like to be a woman in love? Ka-Ron tried to fight the feelings, but they were too fantastic. She had never felt so alive!
Jatel snored, softly, and shifted his weight.
Ka-Ron giggled as she gazed, noting the sheer innocence of her lover. This was her moment, and she wanted to savor it as much as possible. Again, she had to wonder, how many women had studied her, during her sleep, when she had been a man? Was this a "female" thing to do? Had Kai given her true "female" feelings, or, were these coming from her true nature? The knight's mind was a battlefield of contradictions.
She noticed that Jatel had lowered her dress, thereby making her more presentable, before he had ventured into unconsciousness. The squire knew that they were in a public place, and did not wish to dishonor their moment by allowing others to see Ka-Ron's nakedness. She kissed the sleeping squire on the head.
"Jatel?" she whispered.
The squire stirred. No sign of awakening.
Ka-Ron giggled again. It was fun to giggle. She never giggled as a man.
The knight played quite briskly, with Jatel's hair.
"Jatel, it's time to get up."
The squire slowly opened one eye and scanned the area around him. He was tired and quite drained. This Ka-Ron knew - she had been a man. She knew what energizing and tiring feelings went through a man's head after waking from the act of love-making. Jatel would be both groggy and fulfilled.
"How is my lady fair?" Jatel asked, softly kissing Ka-Ron's left breast.
"Your lady fair wants to get up off the privy floor."
Jatel blinked the sleep out of his eyes and glanced up at Ka-Ron. "You look wonderful this morning." he stated, smiling.
"Of course I do." Ka-Ron agreed. "It's all part of the curse."
The squire shook his head.
"Jatel?"
"Yes?"
Ka-Ron paused, smiling. "Get&off&of&me!"
"Oh!"
The squire rose to his feet and offered Ka-Ron his hand. Accepting, the knight rose to her feet.
"I do not know how women can walk around with these things!" Ka-Ron huffed, adjusting her breasts. "They are too damn big."
Jatel cleared his throat. "They seem all right to me, my dear."
Laughing, Ka-Ron slapped Jatel on the top of his head. "You would say such a thing, you ass."
The serious look that crossed Jatel's face caught the knight's attention. Jatel's seriousness caused the woman to breathe heavier, and she was concerned.
"What bothers you, Jatel?"
"Where we are going, we will not need the use of our horses."
Ka-Ron's eyes widened.
"Echoheart."
"Echoheart," Jatel repeated, realizing that the knight understood his worries.
"You two have never been separated before." the squire pointed out. "This will hurt him, I think."
Jatel was brutally correct. Echoheart had never known a day of his life without Ka-Ron at his side. The animal was quite prideful about that fact. Ka-Ron could see the logic of leaving him behind. After all, how was a battle horse to survive, if he were forced to live in a stable at sea? The sea was no place for a creature such as he.
"Where would he stay, then?" Ka-Ron asked, almost breaking out in tears.
Jatel wrapped his hands around his master's waist, and kissed her gently on the forehead. Ka-Ron's body tingled.
"I know of a ranch down the slope, near the harbor docks, where both horses, yours and mine, will be kept until our return."
"And what if we never return?"
Jatel's face flashed a sudden surprise. Ka-Ron, herself, held back her own. This was the first time in her life that the knight ever considered failure as a viable option. The squire, realizing that Ka-Ron was so worried, lightly lifted her chin, so that his eyes could make full contact with her own.
"We&will&return."
Ka-Ron was overwhelmed by an urge to kiss her man. This she did, losing all concept of time.
"Hey!" a voice inquired. "You going to be in here all day?"
Both squire and knight broke free of their kiss, realizing that there were others waiting to use the privy.
"Let us go and perform this unpleasant act," Ka-Ron stated, swallowing hard.
***
The task was unpleasant but necessary. Echoheart had refused to retreat. He reminded Ka-Ron that it was in his true nature to protect his rider - to die even! But Ka-Ron was strong in her convictions. She fed her horse as many purple apples as his stomach could take. The knight hugged her horse, kissing him several times on the nose.
Echoheart and Jatel's horse were soon gathered up by a group of field hands, who knew Jatel from their shared labor. They promised that the horse would be taken care of. It was understood if Ka-Ron did not return for them, they would be delivered to his estate in Teal.
"I will miss you, my dear friend." Ka-Ron cried.
Echoheart was too moved to do anything but stare at her with his brown eyes. He blinked wildly, trying to hold back tears.
After a long period of time, Jatel stated that it was time to report to their ship, which would be leaving soon.
Ka-Ron waited.
Echoheart was silent. His head bowed in shame.
"This is good bye, then?"
The knight turned away.
The horse noticed that Jatel had to hold his master up as she walked away. Her crying echoed in his ears.
< Ka-Ron, I love you! >
Echoheart started his own quest, never knowing if his master had even heard his words.
***
Ka-Ron and Jatel's approach to the harbor was a quiet one. She was still hurting from the pain of separation, and could not seem to bring herself to look anywhere but at her feet. Her spirits were down, and there seemed no way to bring them back up.
Jatel was alone at how to raise them.
"Ka-Ron, you know this is all for the best."
The knight silently shook her head in agreement.
The suns were lighting up the sheen on her lovely hair, causing it to gleam a bright shade of electric blue. This sight had caused several of the men working along the harbor to stop their duties and gaze. She was indeed lovely!
Jatel stopped walking.
"Jatel?" Ka-Ron asked, turning to face him. "What is the matter?"
The squire gazed upon his master.
"I am a wonderfully blessed man." he said. "I have the chance to fulfill a quest. And&"
There was an awkward pause of beats.
Ka-Ron started to fidget with her dress, noticing, for the first time, the lustful stares she was receiving from the sailors in town.
"And&?" the knight inquired.
"And I am quite in love with you."
At first, Jatel felt that saying what he had said was the wrong thing to do. Ka-Ron's utter surprise at his confession seemed to point to that. She seemed to be a statue. Quite motionless.
"Do you mean that?"
"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't."
Ka-Ron walked toward her squire.
"Silly fool, you do know this is all caused by the curse?"
Jatel smiled devilishly. "Then, may I never recover!"
Ka-Ron found it hard to breathe. Her pulse began to quicken, and moisture started to invade her undergarments. All she could think about was coupling.
"Oh, crap." Ka-Ron teased.
"What?"
"I'm longing for you&again!"
"It's the curse."
"And, squire, may I never recover!"
Both kissed, passionately, to the cheers and regrets of the surrounding sailors.
"Now!" Ka-Ron said, breaking the kiss. "Which one is our vessel?"
Jatel pointed. "There!"
The Anub
i ship Raxziel was a wonder to behold.
A crew of at least ninety maintained her and allowed her captain to enforce his will. Several men were climbing the lines, scraping her, and washing her down. She stood almost seven levels above the waterline. She was made of the finest gopher wood. Polished to an ebony sheen, she sparkled like the jewel of the sea she was. Seven sea-shell-shaped sails, made of the finest woven metal, bristled and filled with purpose, as a strong wind passed by. Battle guns stood at the ready and gave the ship a militant persona that did not fail to catch the eye of the observing knight.
"This is our ship?" Ka-Ron reconfirmed.
"The finest Anubi ship I have ever encountered," Jatel stated, starting their walk once more. "Also, it was the cheapest in price."
"I told you no price was too high."
"True," Jatel agreed. "However, sire, it does not hurt to look for a bargain. The captain of this vessel has a soft spot for pilgrims and quest-seekers. Why not use that to our advantage?"
Ka-Ron gave Jatel a cunning smile. "Have I a trader in my ranks? When did you become such a level-headed business man?"
"How else could we obtain so much during our battles?" Jatel held back a laugh. "You are quite expensive during times of war, and it was my duty to help maintain your family's good fortune. Should another have been in my place, you would have warred yourself into great ruin."
Ka-Ron, humbled, took hold of her squire's hand. "Then there is reason for us to celebrate&later."
The smells of the sea were rife near the dock. The Anubi ship had the unfortunate happenstance of being next to a whaling ship. The whaler had a successful tour, bringing back with it several barrels of oil and packs of salted fish. Near the end of the vessel a huge Kraken was being towed. Its lifeless corpse rotting in the suns, and sea creatures eating in its wake, caused the waters around the Anubi ship to reek of death. The labor of Man cared not for the concerns of the passerby. Children required love and food from parent. Sailors demanded a chance for better things. And, civilization would not halt its advance. All these had to become paramount over the rights and concerns of the individual.
Ka-Ron and Jatel endured the odor.
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