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

whispered.
    Darnak's body began to quake, as he continued to thrust himself in and out of Ka-Ron's mouth. His hands took hold of the knight's long hair, wrapping long strands of it up, holding her captive - at his command.
    Ka-Ron, realizing that the cleric was approaching the peak of his performance, began to work harder, as if to squeeze every bit of pleasure out of him. Still, her eyes never seemed to leave those of her squire.
    "Ahhhhh!" Darnak cried.
    The man of faith pulled himself out of Ka-Ron's mouth, causing the knight to look up at him in confusion. Having only been a woman for a short time, he failed to realize that there were still a few surprises left in the act of lovemaking.
    Ka-Ron pulled her hands away from her womanhood.
    Darnak, in his final act of appreciation, ejaculated all over Ka-Ron's face and breasts.
    Jatel gasped.
    Not expecting this, Ka-Ron froze. Semen dripped from the knight's face, and in her disgust, she cried out. Her hands shook as she looked down at them, clearly dripping with the juices of her sex.
    "Jatel?" she whispered.
    "I am here, Ka-Ron."
    Darnak, realizing that another had entered the room, put his priestly robes back on, assuming his relaxed nature as a man in service to the gods. His face, however, betrayed the nature of his job - he was dripping with the sweat of lust.
    Jatel reached into his shirt, taking out a washcloth. As he knelt down, facing his master, he wiped away all the cleric's semen while smiling into Ka-Ron's eyes. There was something projecting from his master that Jatel had not seen before. Could it be&shame?
    "What manner of hell have I fallen into, Jatel?"
    Jatel did not know what to say. All he could do was look deeply into his master's eyes, continuing to wash her lovely face. Unblinking, Ka-Ron returned his stare with equal love and attention.
    Ka-Ron took Jatel's hands, placing them upon her naked breasts.
    "Master?"
    "Take me, Jatel."
    Jatel's actions were interrupted by Ka-Ron's passionate kiss.
    The squire's hands instantly left his master's body, and comically flapped in the air. Judging by the deep emotions, Ka-Ron was expressing, and by the equally ambitious returns from Jatel, an observer would conclude that both appeared to be enjoying the moment.
    "Children?" Darnak whispered. "You must stop this."
    Jatel and Ka-Ron froze, staring up at the cleric.
    "I understand the nature of this spell." Darnak explained. He motioned his hands towards Jatel. "You, sir, are also affected. We need to speak of things. Things very important, if your quest is to succeed."
    Jatel pulled himself away from Ka-Ron's wonderful lips. A string of saliva dangled between them.
    "I am also a victim?" Jatel asked, surprised.
    "You love this&woman, do you not?" Darnak smiled.
    The squire was confused; having to face the question the cleric had asked him. His mind was a jumble of contradictions. Jatel honestly had no way of answering - until he gazed into the eyes of his master.
    Ka-Ron looked frightened. Her face was pale, and it appeared as if the knight was breaking out in a cold sweat. With her hands shaking, Ka-Ron started to pull her dress over her breasts, allowing herself the comfort of being fully clothed once more. From time to time, her eyes darted from the dress and sought answers in his eyes.
    Jatel felt something, and was surprised to discover that he was holding one of his master's hands.
    "Do you love her?" Darnak repeated. Patient, the cleric sat behind his writing desk, placing his hands together in a tranquil triangle.
    "Yes, sacred priest," Jatel confessed uneasily. "I love her."
    Jatel wanted to gaze into Ka-Ron's blue eyes but found he had not the strength to venture his attention upwards. All the man could do was look at her hands, which tightened their grip over his.
    Ka-Ron's face brightened and her breathing became a flutter of excitement.
    "Of course you do." the cleric laughed. "For that is the true nature of the spell."
    "Please explain," Jatel urged.