Stranded in Toronto has started a new meme for which an erotic story should be written and where a secondary genre can be used. The story should have reference to a prompt and the first prompt was:
A Medieval knight finds a cellphone.
I had to think for a couple of days to come up with the story and once I had it in my head, it still took me two weeks to write it. I am trying to make this play out in two different worlds and I hope I succeeded in that. Enjoy!
Xalvador pulled hard on the reins to stop the horse in its tracks. Back there he saw a reflection. In one smooth movement he jumped off the horse and holding onto the leather straps, he walked back to where he just came from. His eyes were fixed on the ground, but he saw nothing out of the ordinary. It was only when he turned the horse back in the direction he was going and got onto it again that the he saw the sun’s reflection on the silver piece of metal again.
The knight turned the peculiar object around in his hand. He had never seen anything alike. He turned it around in his hand. The rectangular object had some kind of decoration on the one side, none on the other. The decorations seemed to be of a softer material than the rest of the object. Xalvador pressed down on some of the button-like things, but nothing happened. He pushed another. And another. Suddenly he heard a beeping sound. Out of pure surprise he dropped the object on the ground and just looked at it. Nothing happened and he braved it to pick it up again. A bit bolder this time, he pressed down on the softer pieces of the object. This time the beeping sounds did not freak him out.
“Yes, this is Jacqueline,” a voice suddenly came from the object.
Xalvador just stared at it.
“Dammit, what do you want? Come on, I am not in the mood for your silly games,” the female voice sounded again.
Xalvador had no idea what was happening. Games? Magic? Was the object cursed? Was it a gift from the gods? He had no idea what to do with it, whether to destroy or cherish it.
* * * * *
Jacqueline sighed. Traffic in downtown New York was hectic as always and she was not in the mood for Gary’s childish games. He’d done this before: call her and just said nothing. And since she had told him that it was over between them, the number of calls had doubled. She had begged him before to just stop calling her and she had even considered to change her number, but running her own business required her to continue with this number. An idea formed in her head.
“Ah, I know exactly what you want me to do,” she purred, “I am stuck here and think I need to find something nice to pass the time. I’m running my hand over my breasts, down my middle and towards my crotch. It’s my cunt I really want to feel. My hand is on my thigh now, moving upward and getting closer to that glorious place between my legs.”
Jacqueline stopped and listened. Gary was very quiet on the other side. No wait, she could hear his breathing. It sounded heavy, labored. Was she getting to him after all. Would she be able to pull this off and have him hang up on her this time?
“Mmmm I’m pushing that tiny piece of fabric aside. My pussy lips are puffy and radiating heat. I love rolling my lips between my fingers, love to feel how that increases my wetness and cause my nipples to go hard. My finger is between my pussy lips now, dipping into my wetness, finding my little button, rubbing it. Oh that feels so good.”
Jacqueline smiled when she heard the grunt on the other side of the line. She was definitely getting to the fucker.
“Oooh yes… it feels so good… my wet pussy… my clitoris… my finger deep inside me… oooh yes… yes… so good… ah… oh….aaaaah…. ooooh yes…. yes… yes….”
Her fake orgasms sounded real even to Jacqueline and a broad smile formed when she heard another grunt of frustration coming from the other side of the connection.
* * * * *
Xalvador was now convinced that this thing must be both a gift from the gods and a curse from the devil. Listening to the female voice and hearing it say things that none of the damsels in his social circles would ever say in their entire lives, excited him more than it should. But he cannot bring himself to stop listening. In fact, his body reacted on the voice the moment her heard it saying that she had her hand between her legs. Such wickedness, yet so exciting. His erection grew in his pants and felt trapped in the tight clothes he was wearing under his armor. He grunted involuntarily when the female voice talked about the wetness between her legs. His erection grew even more and glancing around him, he tried to push it into a more comfortable position, but to no avail.
Xalvador grunted in frustration and embarrassment when his semen escaped from his untouched cock and soiled the inside of his pants. The sound of the female orgasm was just too much for him. Relieved from the tension in his pants he looked at the object again. Where did the voice go? All he could hear was a rustling sound, almost like the wind through the leaves, but not quite. He wanted the voice back. Was the magic gone? Were the gods punishing him for his release? Xalvador pressed down on the buttons, hoping to get the voice back, but suddenly the rustling sounds were gone too.
* * * * *
Jacqueline smiled when the connection was broken. Thank god, maybe now the asshole would stop calling her! The phone rang again.
“This is Jacqueline,” she answered the call.
“Jacqueline, this is Betty, Gary’s sister.”
“Hi Betty, what;s up?”
“I’m afraid I have bad news. Gary had a car accident last night and he died this morning. I just thought I would let you know since you guys were together and maybe you want to come to the funeral?”
Jacqueline just sated at the phone.
“Jacqueline?” Betty said.
“Uh… yes… uh, thanks Betty. I will think about it.”
© Rebel’s Notes
This post was written for the discontinued meme A Darker Flame, with the prompt: A medieval knight finds a cellphone