I wrote this story back in 2014, for the retired meme A Darker Flame, where the prompt was ‘A Medieval knight finds a cellphone.‘ Back then it took me some days to come up with an idea or the prompt, and once I did, and started writing the story, it took me two weeks to finish it. When I saw the time travel prompt for 4 Thoughts, I immediately thought of this story, and knew it was time to edit and re-post it, the same I did with You’re My Queen, and others.
Xalvador pulled hard on the reins to stop the horse in its tracks. In one smooth movement the knight swung his leg over and jumped off the horse, holding onto the leather straps. Slowly he walked back in the direction he came from, looking for the reflection that had caught his eye. His eyes were fixed on the ground, scanning the grass from side to side, but he saw nothing out of the ordinary. He walked back farther than necessary, and finally gave up. Xalvador got back on the horse, and it was only then that he again saw the sun’s reflection on the silver piece of metal.
The knight turned the peculiar object around in his hand. He had never seen anything alike. One side of the rectangular thing was smooth, and the other had some kind of decorations, which were of a softer material than the rest. Xalvador wondered whether this was a creation of the blacksmith, but he had never seen the craftsman work with wax. He pushed on one of the waxy squares, and his eyes grew a little wider when part of the object lighted up. What kind of witchery was this?
Xalvador pressed down on more of the button-like things, totally intrigued with this… he had no idea what to call it. He pushed another button and suddenly a beeping sound came from the device. Out of pure surprise, the knight dropped the object on the ground and just looked at it. He stared at it long enough for the light to die down, contemplating leaving it there. However, his curiosity got the better of him and he braved it to pick it up again. A bit bolder this time, he pressed down on several of the softer pieces on the metal square.
“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 didn’t move. What was happening? Games? Magic? Was this thing 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 in no mood for Gary’s childish games. He’d done this before: call her and just said nothing, and since she had told him it was over, the number of calls had doubled. Her begging him to stop calling her had fallen on deaf ears. She had considered changing her number, but running her own business it would be a nightmare taking a new number.
What could she do to stop him from calling her? How could she get the message across? An idea formed in her head.
“Oh, I know exactly what you want me to do,” she purred, “I am stuck in traffic, and need something nice to pass the time. May just as well enjoy myself, right? Am 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? Will he hang up on her this time?
“Mmm I’m pushing that tiny piece of fabric aside. My pussy lips are puffy and radiating heat. I love rolling my labia between my fingers, love to feel my body react. I get wetter. My nipples go hard. My finger’s dipping into my wetness now, finding my little love button, rubbing it. Oooh that feels… so… good.”
The unmistakable grunt on the other side of the line puts a smile on Jacqueline’s face. She was definitely getting to the fucker.
“Oooh yes… this is good… my wet pussy… my clitoris… my finger deep inside me… mmm yes… oh my… so good… ah… oh….aaaaah…. ooooh yes…. yes… yes!”
Her fake orgasms sounded real even to Jacqueline. She held her hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle when she heard another grunt of frustration coming from the other side of the connection.
* * * * *
Xalvador was convinced 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 none of the damsels in his social circles would ever dare to say, excited him more than it should. He just couldn’t bring himself to stop listening. In fact, his body reacted to the voice the moment he heard it saying her hand was between her legs. Such wickedness, yet so exciting. His erection grew in his pants, and felt trapped in the tight clothes he wore under his knight armor. He grunted involuntarily when her words shared the wetness between her legs. His erection grew even more, and glancing around him, afraid someone might see him, he tried pushing it into a more comfortable position, but to no avail.
The knight grunted in frustration and embarrassment when 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? He only heard 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 shook the device, and pressed down on the buttons, hoping to get the voice back. Everything went quiet.
* * * * *
Jacqueline smiled when the connection was broken. Thank god, maybe now the asshole would stop calling her! The phone rang again.
“Jacqueline,” she snapped when she answered the call, fully expecting the silent treatment again.
“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 know you broke up, but thought o let you know as maybe you want to come to the funeral?”
Jacqueline just stared at the phone.
“Jacqueline?” Betty said.
“Uh… yes… uh, thanks Betty. I will think about it.”
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