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

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