The Knight and the Warlock

 

"You, you fiend!" Sir Rodger blustered, the transformed knight's voice shrill with outrage "I'll defeat you yet blackguard. Don't think this weak womanly body will stop me!"

Garvin the Black stroked his neatly trimmed beard. Hiding a smile while his dark eyes sparkled with barely contained amusement.

"Oh please" the warlock dismissed Sir Rodger's protest not quite managing to keep the laughter from his smooth baritone "this is the third time in as many weeks you've invaded my tower and it always goes the same way. You charge in here full of righteous fury and blunder straight into the kind of obvious trap that wouldn't normally fool a first year squire. Rather than take the hint you plough stubbornly onward and inevitably end up here. On your knees before me, stripped of your armour and weapons. Robbed of your strength, your skill, of your very manhood and completely at my mercy. You're lucky I'm not the type to take advantage of helpless maidens else you'd meet a far worse fate than merely being teleported back to your home in you current state to wait for my spells to wear off."

The newly minted damsels mouth snapped shut in response to her captors observation as if she didn't trust herself to say anything more but the crimson blush that spread from her cheeks spoke volumes for her. 

"Oh, oh I see!" Garvin did laugh then a warm rumble of genuine amusement with no mockery in it "And here I thought you were just a masochist."

He lounged back on his ebony throne and the new girl looked back at him. Her face practically glowed but she still managed to meet his eye defiantly.

"So what is you want so badly from me?" Garvin asked evenly "That lovely body obviously, but what else?"!

"I, I want..." she said through gritted teeth the defiance visibly draining out of her "I want to know..."

"Know?" Garvin arched a quizzical eyebrow "I'm no tutor but I appreciate a curious mind. What specifically do you want to know?"

Damn your eyes, you're really want me to say it?" She growled "Fine, I want to know what it's like. As a woman. Not just for a day but forever.  After that first time I couldn't stop thinking about it. About being like this and how good, how right it felt..."

"I see," Garvin leaned forward suddenly serious "Well I certainly could make your current form permanent the question is what would you do for me."

"Anything, anything at all," Sir Rodger admitted finally abandoning the facade of the questing knight "Please, just don't make me go back."

"Excellent," Garvin grinned "Then my price is this, have dinner with me."

"I, what?" The blonde girl asked her face a picture of confusion. 

"Dinner," Garvin repeated "I know, I know, I'm Garvin the Black, scourge of the west, warlock of the dark woods but honestly I'm not such a bad chap once you get to know me and would like you to. Get to know me that is, if that's something that you want to do?"

The former Knight couldn't believe it but then she'd believed a great many things that turned out not to be true. She'd believed she was happy as a man and that being a questing Knight was the most important thing in the world. If she could be wrong about that then she could be wrong about Garvin. Why shouldn't her sworn enemy turn out to be the most handsome and charming man she'd ever met?

Slowly she nodded her agreement certain of only one thing, her life would never be the same after this