Free The Misadventures of Ka-Ron the Knight by Donald Allen Kirch Page B

herself kissing the cleric with great passion and haste. A fever invaded her thoughts, and all she could comprehend was the need for pleasure. Was this all a part of the spell? Ka-Ron could not bring herself to understand.
    The cleric removed his robes.
    Ka-Ron's body trembled. Her legs gave way, and she found herself on her knees at Darnak's feet. Try as she might, she could not speak. She wanted to cry out for Jatel, for she knew that in an instant he would come to her aid. At this thought she smiled and was consumed by a strange hunger for her squire. She did not understand the need for Jatel, but to her amazement, she did not find herself fighting the idea either.
    Darnak brought reality back into Ka-Ron's frame of mind, by stroking her long luxurious hair. The cleric was good at making a woman feel special. Ka-Ron, from being a man once, knew the act - he was guilty of the act himself on more than one conquest. To the gods! She would never do such things, ever again.
    Mindless and full of lust, Ka-Ron concentrated all of her energy on the man's sex. Her hands grabbed hold of Darnak by the hips. Try as the woman might, she could not stop her assault upon the organ. With eyes closed and mouth open, Ka-Ron made her attack.

    ***
    Jatel ventured into the temple with great curiosity. He had never been in a house of worship, and since Ka-Ron was overdue, his curiosity got the better of him. Truth be known: he was worried about his master.
    The squire tried to reason out his new obsession over Ka-Ron. He tried to convince himself that as his master's squirehe had the sworn duty to be at her side in times of danger and distress. He tried. However, the only motivation Jatel truly had was to be in Ka-Ron's presence once more.
    "For the gods!" Jatel whispered, noticing the great paintings of angels and death lining the walls of the temple. "What manner of&"
    A loud cry came from the far end of the building.
    Jatel thought he heard his master's voice.
    Members inside the temple, drinking sacred water from the center fountain, turned their heads towards the cries. Again, the temple filled with the sounds. It was indeed, the cries coming from a woman.
    Jatel's soft features turned hard.
    He grabbed for his battle dagger and charged towards a small door painted black.

    ***
    When Jatel entered the room, his eyes burned with the flame of rage. How dare anyone lay a finger on his master! He would seek revenge and satisfaction for his lady fair.
    Then, Jatel saw reality.
    Ka-Ron was on her knees, breasts exposed, fully enveloped in the act of pleasing the cleric. Her mouth hungrily engulfed the man's entire member as she moaned with the greatest pleasure. The knight's arms were wrapped around Darnak's hips, and her hands explored his ass.
    Ka-Ron was&crying.
    In all the seasons, Jatel had known Ka-Ron, he had never seen his master cry - it was believed that the knight was above the act. But, true to the emotion, Ka-Ron was giving a top performance.
    In her act of satisfying the cleric, Ka-Ron turned her eyes toward Jatel, and upon making eye contact, he understood His master was not enjoying herself. As much as she had wanted to, and as hard as she was desperately trying, Ka-Ron was not satisfied.
    Jatel dropped his dagger.
    All he could do was stare.
    Ka-Ron's eyes never left his. As the knight continued to do her duty towards Darnak, she glared at Jatel, noticing that his love was being projected at her. The squire was not ashamed, nor was he awkward in his attempt to make his feelings known. And, in the knowing, Ka-Ron's performance upon the man of faith improved in its delivery.
    Darnak started to moan in ecstasy.
    Ka-Ron's hands ventured down towards her womanhood. With Jatel in her mind, the woman began to masturbate.
    Tears continued to track themselves down upon the knight's soft cheeks, as she began to moan. With strong emotions, Ka-Ron explored once more the new and alien experiences of being a woman.
    "Dear Ka-Ron, no," Jatel