12 comments/ 57407 views/ 28 favorites Sir Cockweasel The Third Ch. 01 By: GeorgeTasker "I knight thee, Sir Cockweasel. Paladin of the Temple of Swords," declared Lord Knight Jontar, leader of the Paladins. He touched the flat side of his longsword to each shoulder of the small goblin kneeling in front of him. Cockweasel, for once in his life wasn't covered in grime. He was freshly bathed and scrubbed, actually feeling rather uncomfortable in his extreme cleanliness. He was dressed in a pale grey tunic and trousers with a pure white surcoat draped over his shoulders. "Arise Sir Cockweasel." The small goblin wasn't a lot taller standing up. Barely over four feet in height, the green skinned little monster was probably the most unusual paladin Lord Jontar had ever knighted. The day the Council of Paladins had decided on Cockweasel's knighthood had been one of the longest and most heated debates in the Council's history. In the end, the testimony of the Orc turncoat Foulfang, who's aid had saved the Kingdom from the invading orcish armies, had swayed the decision in Cockweasel's favour. According to the orc it was Cockweasel himself who had convinced Foulfang to defect and help the human armies. For Cockweasel's bravery and resourcefulness the Council had decided to promote the unusual squire to the rank of Paladin. The knighthood ceremony was followed by a session of prayer led by the Lord Knight himself and finally, Sir Cockweasel was presented with his new sword – a finely crafted shortsword with a gold hilt inset with a ruby the size of Cockweasel's bulbous nose. Throughout the entire ceremony, the little goblin wore a grin from ear to ear. He was clearly proud of his accomplishment. First to congratulate the newly knighted paladin that evening was his best friend, Lady Gwendallyn. "Well done Sir Cockweasel," the beautiful blonde paladin said as she entered his room. The buxom knight had to hold back her own bitterness as she wasn't too pleased about her horny little squire taking all the credit for bringing Foulfang back from the orcs. After all, it was her, not Cockweasel, who'd spent most of the trip back from the orc lair with Foulfang's cock stuffed in one of her orifices. Truth be told, she was still walking a little funny after that mission. "Thank you Lady Gwendallyn," replied Cockweasel with a gap toothed grin. "It was a pleasure being your squire." "This is for you, a gift to mark your promotion," Gwendallyn opened the sack she'd been carrying and handed Cockweasel a jerkin made of supple leather. "Thanks I guess," replied Cockweasel somewhat dubiously as he accepted the armoured jacket. Dyed on the front of the jerkin was the symbol of Adeva. "You spend so much time worshipping at Adeva's temple I assumed the Goddess of Love would be your chosen patron," explained the gorgeous blonde. Cockweasel nodded remembering how talented at giving head the lovely priestess Johanna was. "Thanks Gwendallyn. I was kind of hoping that you might give me a blowjob as congratulations, but this is nice too." Gwendallyn rolled her eyes, ignoring his comment. She was actually kind of relieved that he would no longer be her squire. "So you choose your squire tomorrow, that should be exciting," she said. "I hear there are three strong candidates for you to choose between." "I don't suppose I could have a blowjob as well as the armour?" he asked her, scratching his crotch through the uncomfortable trousers he was wearing. He was much more used to a loincloth rather than these restrictive human clothes. Gwendallyn grimaced. "Just take the leather armour Cockweasel." *** The next take Sir Cockweasel, brand new Paladin of the Temple of Swords stood in front of the three young Squire hopefuls, ready to select his new apprentice. The first of the potential squire's was a tall mountain of a man. He was barrel chested and his massive shoulder muscles made it look like he had no neck. The massive young man had a thick bushy beard and the biggest hands that Cockweasel had ever seen. Cockweasel imagined he would be quite handy in a fight and would probably make an excellent knight. The second hopeful was considerably smaller, although had still proved quite skilled in combat during their trials. What had struck Cockweasel most about the second contender was his quick wit and clever mind. No doubt the young hopeful would be able to come up with plans even more cunning than Cockweasel's own. The third applicant lacked the first's strength or the second's brains. Instead, the third hopeful squire's best asset was a pair of world class tits. As soon as Cockweasel laid eyes on those twin peaks of gorgeous, youthful flesh he knew he had his squire. The fact that she was incredibly beautiful, with long shining brown hair, long sleek legs, a trim athletic figure and a deliciously round ass was just icing on the cake. "I've considered the many valuable assets that each of you possess," said Cockweasel as he addressed the three young trainee squires. "But unfortunately I can only select one of you to be my squire." The diminutive goblin paced back and forth in front of the three young hopefuls, his hands behind his back and his new, shiny sword belted around his waist. "After careful consideration, my new squire will be," he paused for dramatic effect. "Elizabeth." The gorgeous, busty brunette beamed in surprise at his announcement, while the two young men both scowled in disappointment. The selection of the beautiful, but rather useless, female over the young men added insult to injury. "Thank you Sir Codweasel," said Elizabeth, impulsively stepping forward to hug the little goblin. "Cockweasel," he corrected in surprise, enjoying the feel of his new squire's ample bosom pressed up against him. This paladin business was going to be sweet. Unable to help himself he let one hand drift down Elizabeth's back and gently stroke over the smooth sphere of her right buttock. When Elizabeth released him he turned to the two squires he'd turned down. "Sorry lads. Better luck next time. Elizabeth. Come with me. We'll begin your training straight away." "Yes Sir Coffweasel," replied the lovely brunette. She seemed unable to say the word 'cock' from what Cockweasel could tell. As the two disappointed young men left the temple, Cockweasel led his new Squire back to his chambers where he explained her duties. "Now, before we get properly started, I need to check something out," Cockweasel told his new squire. "Can you please sit down on this chair here." Elizabeth did as she was told, taking a seat on the wooden chair which put her at about eye level with the diminutive goblin. Cockweasel stood in front of her for a moment, stroking his jaw and briefly considering how best to proceed. Although he was eye level with Elizabeth, his gaze was actually focussed on her impressive bosom, which was swelling out against the material of her tight fitting tunic. The lacings that held the front of the tunic were straining against the mass of Elizabeth's substantial bust, revealing a significant portion of her deep cleavage. "One of the most important attributes I want in a squire is courage and heart," Cockweasel told her. "Do you have heart Elizabeth?" "I do Sir Coldweasel," she replied earnestly. "Good, let me see then," he said, reaching out with one green skinned hand and placing it gently on her left breast. Elizabeth stiffened slightly at his touch, but she didn't protest or push him away. Cockweasel's eyes were wide as he gave his beautiful young squire's breast a slight squeeze, the size and firmness of her large tit filling his hand. She had magnificent jugs, even bigger than Lady Gwendallyn's impressive assets. "I can indeed feel you have a big heart," murmured Cockweasel as he gave Elizabeth's tit another squeeze. He could feel the slight jut of her hard nipple through the rough material of her tunic top. "I also need to see you have heart," he added, reaching for the lacing of her tunic. Elizabeth bit her lower lip as Cockweasel tugged on the lace, untying the bow that held the front of her top together. The weight of her breasts pushed the tunic open further as Cockweasel loosened it, more and more of her deliciously plump breasts spilling into view. She was only a fraction away from nipple exposure and the horny goblin paladin couldn't wait to feast his eyes on her bare boobs. Suddenly they were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Fuck!" swore Cockweasel in frustration as he stepped back from Elizabeth's chair. As he turned to answer the door, Elizabeth retied the front of her tunic. "What is it?" snapped Cockweasel irritably to the young page at door. "Lord Knight Jontar has sent for you Sir Cockweasel," replied the young page nervously. "An urgent matter has come up." Cockweasel sighed in disappointment. He'd been seconds away from getting an eyeful of Elizabeth's huge tits. "Fine," he turned back to his squire. "We'll get back to this later Elizabeth. Go polish my sword or something." Cockweasel stalked angrily across the main courtyard of the temple, following the young page to the offices of the Lord Knight. Whatever Jontar wanted, it had better be important, Cockweasel thought bitterly to himself. When they arrived Lord Jontar was waiting anxiously behind this large oak desk, a look of concern on his face. "What's up?" asked Cockweasel casually, the goblin was never one for formality. "An urgent matter has arisen, Sir Cockweasel," replied the Lord Knight. "The Paladins require you to get out immediately on a mission of great importance." Cockweasel frowned, "Immediately?" "Yes. We have just discovered that the orc Kum Foulfang has fled. We suspect he may be intending to return to his people." "Foulfang? Going back to the orcs? That doesn't sound right," remarked Cockweasel, genuinely surprised. "Our fear is that he is once again defecting. And that this time it is our secrets he is selling," explained Lord Jontar. "So I need to go fetch him back?" asked Cockweasel. "Yes," agreed Lord Jontar. "It was you who convinced him to defect to us originally so clearly you are the best knight for the mission." "I see. Has Gwendallyn been briefed as well?" asked Cockweasel. Now that the idea of retrieving Foulfang had come up, Cockweasel quite fancied another shot at a threesome with the beautiful paladin, it had been quite some time since he'd had her lovely lips wrapped around his shaft. "Lady Gwendallyn won't be accompanying you," explained Jontar. "You are a knight in your own right now Sir Cockweasel." "What?" blurted Cockweasel in surprise. He hadn't been counting on that. "Remember, this mission is of the utmost importance. The fate of the Kingdom could rest in your hands Sir Cockweasel," said Lord Jontar gravely. "But I have every faith in your abilities. You have proved your worth many times." Cockweasel swallowed. "Ah, thanks I guess." "I expect you'll want to set out straight away. Every hour Foulfang get's closer to the orcs. He must not be allowed to reach the orcs. No matter what it takes!" *** They set out just after sunrise the next morning. Cockweasel instructed his squire Elizabeth to bring only one horse which they shared. Elizabeth sat in front, holding the reins and guiding the horse as Cockweasel nestled in behind her, his arms around her slim waist and sitting right against her so that his crotch sat snugly against her lovely posterior. As soon as they departed through the city gates, heading towards the lands of the orcs, Cockweasel's hands began to stray. At first Elizabeth didn't notice. Cockweasel's right hand slipped up from around her waist and lightly cupped her full breast through the material of her tunic, the ample orb filling his green hand. When she felt a slight squeeze she glanced down and was surprised to see his hand cradling her breast. Without a word she reached up and pried Cockweasel's reluctant fingers from her tit, guiding his hand back down to her waist. Cockweasel gave a small sigh and shuffled closer, pressing his crotch ever harder in against Elizabeth's ass, the slight bulge of his dick nestling between the firm gloves of Elizabeth's pert young buttocks. They travelled another mile or so without any further comment, and once again Cockweasel's hand strayed up to touch Elizabeth's large breasts. She left it there for a moment, until once again he gave the large melon a firm squeeze. "Copweasel!?" exclaimed Elizabeth in dismay as he looked down to see Cockweasel's green fingers squeezing her enormous right boob. The horny little goblin paused, his fingers sunk into the firm flesh of Elizabeth's breast. "Sorry," he apologized, releasing the huge melon. "I thought I was slipped off the horse." Elizabeth shook her head and sighed as Cockweasel's hand returned to her waist and they rode on in silence. Elizabeth could clearly feel Cockweasel's cock pressing insistently against her ass. This time the wait was shorter. After a couple of minutes Cockweasel's right hand stole up to cop a feel of his buxom squire. This however, she was ready for him. Before the goblin's hand got within an inch of Elizabeth's mountainous breast, her hand shot up and caught Cockweasel's fingers. The lovely squire gave a twist, bending the goblin knight's fingers down at an awkward, and painful, angle. Cockweasel gave a startled yelp of pain. "Ah! What are you doing you bitch!" he squealed in distress. "Keep your hands to yourself Sir Cotweasel," snapped Elizabeth, a definite note of anger in her tone. Cockweasel harrumphed and dropped his sore hand back to Elizabeth's shapely waist. This time, as they rode on, his hands stayed well clear of Elizabeth's chest, and he contented himself with only grinding his crotch against her bottom, no more groping. They rode in silence. *** Far away, on the other side of the Kingdom, an old enemy of our heroic paladin had returned. Valeria the Black, Master Sorceress and Cockweasel's former mistress was not as dead as Cockweasel had been led to believe. The raven haired sorceress strode purposefully across the shadowed courtyard towards the tall, imposing tower. She was dressed, as always, in jet black. A long, flowing gown with flared sleeves and a flared hem. The dress had a plunging neckline, that displayed a considerable portion of her pale, mountainous breasts and deep cleavage, and it was slit up one side, so that with each long stride, her long, creamy thigh came into view. The dangerously sexy enchantress paused at the door of the massive tower and took a deep breath as if summoning her courage. The breath caused her already impossibly big breasts to swell out even further, threatening to pop free from the low cut top of her black dress. "Zeldin!" she called out loudly. "I have returned." There was a moment's pause and then the door of the dark tower swung open. Valeria hesitated yet again and then reluctantly entered the foreboding tower. She strode slowly up an impossibly long flight of stone stairs, travelling to the very top of the massive structure. The door at the top was black, carved with strange symbols that were inlaid with silver. The sorceress pushed open the strange looking door and stepped into the laboratory of her old master, Zeldin the Warlock. Zeldin was waiting for her. He was an ancient, wizened old man with a long, snowy white beard and a deeply wrinkled face. He was dressed in a royal blue robe that was flecked with gold designs. Zeldin looked every inch the kindly old wizard from fairy tales. Other than the lecherous leer that covered his face when he laid eyes on his visitor. "Valeria," murmured the old magician as he licked his lips and gazed at the lovely curved body of his former apprentice. "It is very good to see you again. The years have been kind." Valeria swallowed, slightly uncomfortable under the leering gaze of the old man. It was almost as if he was undressing her with his eyes. And from Valeria's previous experience with her past master, she guessed that he would soon be using more than just his eyes. "I need your help Zeldin," said Valeria. "My powers have been greatly weakened in recent times." Zeldin smiled at that and stepped closer to the lovely dark haired sorceress. "What is it you need my dear?" Valeria tensed slightly as Zeldin moved around behind her. He stepped close, one wrinkled hand reaching around her to hold her gently by the throat from behind, at the same time he leant forward, breathing in her scent. She could feel his ancient breath on her soft neck. "I need revenge," she announced. Zeldin's other hand reached up to touch the bare flesh above the plunging neckline of her black gown, his palm pressing against her exposed cleavage. "Revenge," he said, repeating her request. "A worthy intention." Zeldin's fingers slid inside the neckline of Valeria's dress, his hand pushed it's way down her cleavage until he was grasping her bare right breast in his hand. Valeria's skin was crawling as the old wizard eagerly squeezed. "Who do you seek retribution from?" the elderly wizard asked her as he kneaded the ample sphere in his old hand. His fingers pinched her hardened nipple causing her to gasp out loud. "Cockweasel. The goblin," Valeria sucked in a sharp hiss of breath as Zeldin roughly squeezed her bare breast again. His other hand stroked the underside of her chin and soft skin along the line of her jaw. "My old servant." "I will aid you," said Zeldin, his fondling hand still stuffed down the front of Valeria's dress. "But I will take my payment now." Zeldin turned Valeria's face towards his and he hungrily pressed his mouth against hers, his bushy white beard scratching against her face as Zeldin's old tongue forced it's way into her mouth. The old man moaned into Valeria's mouth as he eagerly kissed her. "Jirak!" Zeldin murmured as they broke of their kiss. As he spoked Valeria's dress abruptly fell to the floor, compelled by the magic word he spoke. "You are as beautiful as I remember," said Zeldin as he admired Valeria's flawless nakeness. Still standing behind her he slid his hands over the front of her body, cupping and squeezing her generous breasts, stroking across her toned, flat stomach, tracing the sensual curve of her hips, the taut firmness of her thighs and finally running his fingers through the dark thatch of Valeria's pubic hair. Zeldin murmured another arcane word and his own blue robe fell away, revealing the impressively rigid jut of his hard cock, aimed towards the round sphere's of Valeria's buttocks. His old, withered body seemed strangely at odds with his powerfully stiff erection. A third muttered command and a large, four poster bed popped to existence, right next to the naked couple. Zeldin moved onto the bed, lying on his back. Valeria followed him, immediately straddling Zeldin's middle and reaching between her legs to grasp his stiff penis in her soft hand. "Wait," ordered the old wizard. "Use your mouth first." "Very well," submitted Valeria. The raven haired sorceress shuffled down the bed to kneel between Zeldin's skinny legs. She gave the old man's ancient cock a couple of brief strokes in her hand and then leant forward, slipping her warm lips down over the head of his cock. "Perfect!" murmured Zeldin in appreciation as Valeria's lovely mouth slid down his cock. He reached down and grabbed the top of Valeria's head in both hands, guiding the movements of her lips on his erect shaft. With Zeldin's hands pushing forcefully down on the top of Valeria's head, her lips worked their way down his shaft, until his entire cock was buried inside her mouth. Zeldin moaned as he held Valeria's head in place, her lips stretched around the very base of his shaft and her nose pressed into his grey pubic hair. Valeria's nostrils flared as she did her best to breath through her nose, her mouth stuffed full of hard cock. Sir Cockweasel The Third Ch. 01 "Good," announced Zeldin after almost a full minute when he finally released her head and let her come up for air. As Valeria caught her breath, Zeldin readjusted his grip on her head, grabbing hold of her dark black locks. With a grunt he thrust his cock back into her mouth, ramming it deep so that his balls slapped into her chin. Valeria's eyes went wide in surprise as the ancient old wizard started to fuck her mouth. Zeldin moaned contentedly as he face fucked the gorgeous sorceress. "I've definitely missed your mouth," he told her as he drilled his cock rapidly in and out. After a couple of minutes of vigorous thrusting he once again paused, holding her face down hard into his crotch with his dick sunk between her lips in to the hilt. Zeldin rocked his hips from side to side, moaning as he enjoyed the feel of his whole cock stuffed into Valeria's beautiful mouth. "Lovely!" he breathed as he finally released her. Valeria sat up, breathing heavily. "Mount me," instructed Zeldin, gesturing for his former apprentice to move up the bed towards him. Valeria gave a poorly concealed grimace as she crawled up to the aged wizard's midsection and straddled his groin. She reached down between her sleek thighs and took hold of the old man's hard cock, lining the tip up with the entrance to her vagina. The beautiful, dark haired enchantress gave a low moan as she sunk down onto Zeldin's erection. "Magnificent!" murmured Zeldin as he looked up at the beautiful woman riding him. He ran his hands up her smooth thighs as she started to ride his hard cock, her hips rolling as she ground herself down onto him. Valeria's superb breasts jiggling as she bounced on Zeldin's ancient penis, and the wizard's shrivelled old hands immediately shot up to capture the shaking sphere's of flesh. Zeldin moaned as he eagerly squeezed the massive melons, his fingers sinking into the firm flesh. Zeldin moaned and clutched tighter on Valeria's boobs, his breathing becoming fast and ragged as she fucked him. "Not much longer!" he groaned. His words spurred Valeria on, her thrusting hips sliding her tight pussy rapidly up and down the mage's erection. "Ah!" Zeldin gave a sharp moan of pleasure as his hands squeezed painfully on Valeria's tits. The old magician groaned as he arched his back and his cock exploded inside Valeria's tight cunt. Valeria slowed her pace as Zeldin came, rolling her hips languidly as she milked the elderly wizard's lurching penis of all it's milky seed. "The goblin must die!" growled Valeria, gritting her teeth as another wave of climax rocked Zeldin's body, causing his painful grip on her breasts to tighten. To be continued... Sir Cockweasel The Third Ch. 02 Sir Cockweasel the Goblin, recently knighted Paladin, and his new squire, the lovely Elizabeth, were on a mission of great importance to the Kingdom. The orc turncoat Foulfang had fled the human lands and it was feared he carried secrets back to his home, to the lands of the orcs. As Cockweasel had been instrumental in securing Foulfang's help in the first place, it had fallen to him to track down the renegade orc and bring him back. Dead or alive. Cockweasel and Elizabeth had been riding all day, sharing a single horse. When it finally stared to get dark, Cockweasel called for them to halt and they both clambered down thankfully from the saddle. "Take care of the horse," Cockweasel instructed his buxom young squire as he collapsed down under a nearby tree. After a full day of riding the little goblin's inner thighs were rubbed raw and he could barely walk. "Then try and get a fire going." From Cockweasel's bow legged stagger Elizbeth could clearly see he was in pain and she gave him a sympathetic smile as set off about her duties. As Elizabeth led the horse down to a nearby stream, Cockweasel peeled down his trousers to inspect the damage from his day in the saddle. Before he could have a good look Elizabeth had returned to the campsite. "Are you..." Elizabeth began to speak, but then beautiful squire's eyes went wide when she saw that the goblin was naked from the waist down, "Oh my!" she gasped, averting her eyes and backing away. Cockweasel recovered from his surprise and grabbed his trousers, quickly covering himself by holding them over his lap. "I...I'm sorry," stammered Elizabeth, taking a step backwards. "I'll go." "No!" Cockweasel blurted out. "It's okay, I'm covered, stay." The buxom brunette hesitated a moment and then stepped forward again, the relief on her face evident as she saw that he held his trousers over his lap. "Sorry," she apologised again. "I just...sorry, I should probably go back and check on the horse." "No, it's fine, really," Cockweasel assured her. "What is it? You wanted to speak with me?" "No, well I..." Elizabeth bit her lower lip, hesitating again. "I just saw that you were in pain, and I...I came to check up on you, see if I could help." "Pain? Oh right, my legs. From the ride." "Yes, is there anything I can do to help. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you before." Her gaze dropped almost unconsciously to his now covered lap. "Um, I don't know..." Elizabeth bit her lip again, "Well, what's causing the pain, your legs you said?" "Yes, the inside of my thighs," Cockweasel explained. "I'm not used to the rubbing against the saddle. Here, take a look." He threw aside his trousers once again, revealing his skinny green legs. The inside of his thighs was dark and raw looking, but Elizabeth's gaze went first to the flaccid organ at the juncture of Cockweasel's thighs. The busty squire turned her head and averted her eyes. "I probably should just leave you to it," she said, keeping her stare away from the goblin's nakedness. "It's okay," Cockweasel assured her. "You're just helping me out here right? With the pain?" Elizabeth nodded mutely, her eyes returning to his penis, she was definitely fascinated by it. She crouched down in front of the sitting goblin to take a better look at his injuries. She reached out tentatively, her hand shaking slightly as she ran her soft fingertips down the inside of Cockweasel's thighs. He gasped in pain as her touch reached the red chafing on the insider of his crotch. "Ow, shit that stings!" gasped Cockweasel, and Elizabeth's hand immediately shot back. "I'm sorry!" she quickly apologized. "No, it's okay," Cockweasel assured her. "I'm just a little tender as you can see. Not used to this riding business." Elizabeth reached into her belt and pulled out a small white handkerchief that was tucked there. She wadded up one corner and brought it to her mouth, sucking on the end to wet it with her saliva. Resting one hand on the goblin's knee she reached down between his legs again and very gently dabbed the damp handkerchief against his wounds. Cockweasel gritted his teeth and sucked in a sharp lungful of air as she attended to the wound, the back of her hand accidentally brushing his limp penis once or twice and causing a gasp of a different kind from the goblin. "Stop," Cockweasel said after just a few seconds. "The cloth is too coarse I think," he told her. "It's scraping me." Elizabeth frowned and sat back, biting her lower lip in thought. "Perhaps if you use your fingertips again," he suggested after a moment. "They were less rough." The buxom squire didn't think twice. She immediately licked her fingertips, wetting them with her saliva. "I'll be as gentle as I can," she assured him, reaching down once again and tentatively touching the sore scrapes that covered Cockweasel's inner thighs. He gasped at her touch and she looked up into his face, but he nodded for her to continue. The lovely brunette began to rub her fingers over Cockweasel's inner thighs, every so often licking them again to keep them wet. She moved over both thighs and brushed his now slightly thickened cock a number of times. "No more," the goblin shook his head after about three minutes of her attentions. "It's definitely helping," he said. "The saliva is making the pain ease off, but your fingers are just hurting it too much." "I'm sorry, I just don't know what else to try," the lovely young squire apologized. "It is helping," he assured her. He then paused a moment to see if she had any further suggestions. "Umm," he announced at last. "This might be a bit awkward, but I can think of a better way if you were willing..." "What?" Elizabeth asked eagerly. "I'm happy to do anything that I can to help you out, you must be in incredible pain." "Well, the saliva is definitely helping," Cockweasel said. "Perhaps if you applied it directly..." "Directly?" Elizabeth repeated with a confused frown. "I'm not sure I understand." "If you were to lick the sore area..." Cockweasel hesitantly suggested. "Oh," the voluptuous squire blushed a little, her gaze drifting to the goblin's cock and balls that hung between his legs. "I'm sorry," Cockweasel said quickly. "It's probably too hard, forget I suggested it." "No," Elizabeth held up her hand. "Like I said I will do anything that I can to relieve your pain. I'll lick, um... down there." "Thank you," whispered Cockweasel in reply, opening his legs wider to give the beautiful young women better access. Elizabeth hesitated a moment, taking a deep breath. She tucked a lock of her brown hair behind her ear and then got up on her knees. Elizabeth leant forwards, bending over Cockweasel's lap. He bit his lower lip as he felt the wet tip of her tongue lightly brush his inner thigh, about midway between his knee and crotch. The lovely brunette slid her tongue gently along Cockweasel's thigh, moving downwards towards his naked crotch. He murmured softly as he felt her nose brush his leg as she paused to lick a few times at a particularly inflamed portion of his thigh. This was great. Elizabeth licked downwards until she was about four inches from his groin and then she sat back, swallowing and re-wetting her tongue with saliva. "Is it okay?" she asked him cautiously. "It's great." The lovely brunette nodded and bent back to her task, her soft tongue making it's way down Cockweasel's other leg. She couldn't put off the inevitable though, and this time licked her way past the four inch mark, her tongue working downwards towards his crotch. Cockweasel gasped, sharply sucking in a lungful of air as he felt her soft creek brush against his penis. Elizabeth jerked her head back in surprise, sitting up and touching her cheek with her fingertips, feeling where his penis had touched her face. "I'm sorry!" she hurriedly apologised. "No, it's okay, really it is," he assured her quickly. "It's the sorest area right down there so I really need you to lick there." "I'll try and be careful," Elizabeth said with a nod. Cockweasel grinned, reaching out and gently stroking her cheek with the back of his fingertips, "Your face is very soft, it's okay if you bump me." "I'll be careful," she repeated, glancing down uneasily at the goblin's green skinned penis. Elizabeth licked her lips and then ducked back down into Cockweasel's lap, resuming her licking of his wounds. Once again she began at mid-thigh, but this time very quickly worked her way southwards. Cockweasel closed his eyes blissfully as the busty brunette licked gently at the very base of his thigh, lapping at the tender flesh near the side of his balls and penis, her soft cheek brushing against him as she worked. "That's nice," murmured Cockweasel, lightly patting the top of his squire's head. Elizabeth drew back a little, gingerly reaching out towards Cockweasel's crotch. He gasped slightly as she carefully took hold of his penis, pushing it to the right so that she could lean down and lick his left inner thigh, her nose bumping into his hip as she moved her mouth to it's new location. "My balls are very sore too," Cockweasel said, deciding to move things along a little. "It would help if you could lick them too." He could hardly believe he was sitting there with no pants on, asking this beautiful young human to lick his nutsack. "Okay," Elizabeth said with a firm nod. She took hold of his cock once again, pinching the foreskin between her thumb and forefinger as she lifted it up, exposing his balls for her tongue and mouth. Holding his cock against his stomach, Elizabeth started licking Cockweasel's balls, rolling them around on her tongue as she lapped at the fleshy sack. Cockweasel's breathing got a little faster and his cock thickened slightly as her tongue briefly swept over the very base of his penis, before return to lick his testicles once again. She bent lower, shifting her grip on his dick so that she now held it in her soft palm rather than with her fingertips. Cockweasel gave a moan as her tongue worked its way lower, licking the underside of his nuts and brushing the skin between his ass and balls. After a few more moments of licking, she sat back, pulling a couple of stray pubic hairs from her mouth. "How's that?" she asked him. "It's great," said Cockweasel. "My balls especially." "It felt good?" Elizabeth asked. As if it wouldn't, the goblin thought silently to himself. "Great. It's just a pity it wasn't even wetter, it might be the...um...hair there I guess." Elizabeth frowned, unconsciously filling her mouth with saliva at his comment. "Perhaps you could try sucking them in your mouth," Cockweasel suggested. "My balls I mean. It might...um...help. If you don't mind." "Of course," Elizabeth agreed, taking hold of Cockweasel's cock once again and lifting it out of the way as she bent back down. Cockweasel grinned widely as she gave his balls another quick lick, her nose bumping the base of his now semi-erect penis. He gave a loud groan as Elizabeth sucked one of his balls into her mouth, filling her mouth with saliva and sucking on him. "Oh shit yeah!" grunted Cockweasel as she rolled his testicle around in her mouth with her tongue, making sure it was as wet as possible. The lovely squire let his ball drop from between her lips and moved to his other, sucking it into her mouth. Cockweasel gave another moan of appreciation as she sucked his nuts, his cock now stiffening and filling Elizabeth's soft hand. She worked back and forth between his balls for a few minutes, the whole time gripping his cock in her soft hand, seemingly unaware that it was now fully erect. Only when she stopped her work on his testicles and sat back, did she notice her hand still wrapped around his thick organ. "Oh my!" she gasped, snatching her hand back, her eyes going wide at the sight of his erection. "Sorry," Cockweasel quickly apologised. "I can't help it, as you can imagine, but it is helping me, I promise." "It's so dark," Sirona murmured as she wonderingly stared at Cockweasel's erection, his balls glistening wet beneath. "Did it rub on the saddle as well?" Cockweasel almost choked at that, this was almost too good to be true. "Um...yes," he managed to get out at last. "I'll lick it too," Elizabeth said, and before Cockweasel could reply the lovely brunette had bent her head back down into his lap again. He groaned as her soft tongue came out again, lapping at the base of his fully erect penis. Cockweasel closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations as Elizabeth ran her tongue down the length of his penis, licked his rock hard erection. She gave his balls another quick swipe of her tongue and then licked her way right up the underside of his cock, swirling her tongue briefly around the head of his penis and causing the goblin to groan noisily. "Too dry again?" she asked, looking up from his genitals at the sound of his groan. "Huh?" murmured Cockweasel, slightly befuddled from her attentions. "I'll suck it like I did your balls," Elizabeth suggested. "Oh fuck!" groaned Cockweasel in surprise as Elizabeth took his hard cock in her wet mouth, slurping noisily. This was better than he could have hoped, he had thought she would work out his game before he was able to trick her into sucking his cock, but now she was practically insisting on blowing him. The campsite was filled with Elizabeth's slurping noises as she tried to give him the wettest blowjob he'd ever had. He could feel her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she took him a little deeper. Cockweasel stroked her brown hair as she sucked him, his breathing becoming heavier and his cock throbbing against her wet tongue. "Take it deeper," Cockweasel told her. "The lower part is hurting too." Elizabeth murmured something in reply, his dick in her mouth muffling whatever she said, but apparently she was agreeing to his request as the next moment she started to slide her mouth further down his cock. "Ahh, that's it!" sighed Cockweasel, her mouth about half way down his hard erection, her lips stretched around his cock. Elizabeth breathed heavily through her nose and pushed down further on his cock, taking about three quarters of his length as the head of him pushed against the back of her mouth. Cockweasel gave a moan and pushed down on the top of her head, pushing the head of his cock into her throat. Elizabeth gagged and pulled back off his dick, gasping for air and coughing. She didn't quite have the talents of Lady Gwendallyn yet. "Sorry," she apologized, "I think you're too big for me." "Try again," Cockweasel told her. "It's helping, it feels a lot better. Your mouth is so soft." The pretty young squire nodded and resumed her blowjob, Cockweasel moaning in pleasure as she sunk her lips back onto his shaft, immediately taking him deeply, right into the back of her mouth. She bobbed her head a couple of times, taking him just into her throat and then backing off again. The sensations on his cock were amazing. The next time she was able to relax more and took Cockweasel's hard erection right into her throat. The goblin let out a long, low moan as Elizabeth took his whole length, her lips wrapped around the base of his stiff cock and her nose pressing into his stomach. "Fuck!" he blurted out, the sight of her setting him off. He clutched her head tight against his stomach, arching his back as he exploded. Elizabeth's eyes went wide as his load blasted out of his cock, shooting down her throat as she swallowed desperately in shock. "Oh God!" grunted Cockweasel, his hips undulating as he filled the lovely girl's gullet with his seed. His last wave pulsed from his dick and he released Elizabeth's head, the squire pulling back off his cock and gasping for air as Cockweasel fell back, breathing heavily. "That was amazing!" gasped Cockweasel. Elizabeth coughed and caught her breath, her eyes wide. "I should check on the horse!" she blurted out, her face flushed. Before Cockweasel could stop her, she stood up and hurried away, back down to the stream where the horse was drinking. He briefly considered chasing after her, but thought better of it. Cockweasel grinned, pleased with his progress. This paladin and squire business wasn't too bad at all. *** Cockweasel stirred in his sleep, his eyelids flickering. He was dreaming. No, it was a nightmare. Valeria was back. In his mind, he was back in her tower, in her laboratory. The evil sorceress had her old servant tied to a large stone table and she stood above him, her pale hands moving in mysterious, ominous circles above his prone body. "I have waited a long time for my revenge Cockweasel," Valeria said, her voice sounding dangerous. Cockweasel thrashed against his bonds, trying to break loose. Back at the camp he thrashed in his sleep. "No," murmured Cockweasel as he felt pain fill his body. Flames shot from Valeria's outstretched hands, scorching his bare, green chest. He screamed. "It's just a nightmare, not real." "The pain is real, I assure you," rumbled Valeria angrily. Another blast of blistering flame shot from her palms, torturing the poor goblin's frail body. Cockweasel squeezed his eyes shut. "I just need to wake up," he told himself. The flames struck again, roasting Cockweasel's flesh. He shrieked in agony. "You cannot awaken," laughed Valeria. "My magic is too strong. Tonight I will punish you. This is my revenge. This is your nightmare!" Cockweasel screeched as the flames struck yet again. "My nightmare," he repeated blurrily. The pain was immense. Valeria laughed sadistically as she struck again, torturing her traitorous former servant. "My nightmare," mumbled Cockweasel, laughing hysterically at the pain that filled his small body. Valeria rose he hands to launch another flame blast at the prone goblin. "No!" snapped Cockweasel forcefully. Valeria froze. "This is my nightmare!" shouted Cockweasel. "You are in my dreams!" Valeria grimaced with the effort, a low growl of exertion leaving her mouth as she tried to blast the goblin again. "This is my dream," Cockweasel repeated. "No!" gasped Valeria, trying to wrest control back from the wilful goblin. "My dreams are not like this," said Cockweasel. Valeria's eyes went wide as she suddenly watched her hands drop down towards the tied up goblin. Instead of blasting him with flame again, she watched in alarm as her hands tugged down the little goblin's trousers exposing his green skinned penis. "What are you doing?" she blurted in horror as her hands gently began to caress the goblin's genitals. She was losing control. Cockweasel was controlling his dreams. "That's more like it baby," moaned Cockweasel with a big grin. The burnt flesh on his chest had completely disappeared. "What's happening?" demanded Valeria. The evil sorceress bent forward, her warm mouth sliding down over the erect shaft of Cockweasel's penis. The horny goblin moaned happily as she began to fellate him, sucking tenderly on his hard cock. "Cockweasel doesn't have nightmares," the horny goblin explained to her. His hands were suddenly free of his bonds and they were on the top of her head, guiding her sucks. "I always have wet dreams bitch!" Valeria's eyes widened in horror as the goblin started to thrust his hips up off the stone table, shoving his cock hard into her unwilling mouth. This was not the way her revenge was supposed to be going, she had not anticipated the goblin's willpower would be stronger than the spells Zeldin had shown her. "Mmm!" moaned Cockweasel in appreciation as he pumped his erection between Valeria's full lips. "You suck cock in my dreams even better than you do in real life." Cockweasel had a good grip on Valeria's jet black hair and his hips where pumping at high speed as he slammed his cock repeatedly into his former slave mistresses pretty mouth. Valeria tried to fight back and regain control of the dream, but the horny goblin's lusty mind was even stronger. Sir Cockweasel The Third Ch. 02 "Mind you," remarked Cockweasel as he fucked the sorceress's mouth. "Last time I had my cock in your mouth you were unconscious, this time you're using that sexy tongue of yours quite nicely." Cockweasel let go of Valeria's hair, letting her do the work now. As much as the angry sorceress wanted to lift her head up out of the goblins lap, she found herself unable to do anything other than continue sucking on Cockweasel's hard penis, her tongue swirling around the hard shaft as her head bobbed obliging. After a few minutes of further oral, during which, Cockweasel was moaning and groaning contentedly under her attentions he finally let her come up for air. "Time to fuck now baby," announced the goblin, grinning eagerly. "You are the girl of my dreams after all. It would be a shame not to bonk you." Unable to stop herself, Valeria climbed up onto the table where Cockweasel lay and straddled his waist, his stubby green erection pointing eagerly up at the entrance to her sex, which incidentally was dripping wet. "That's it," said Cockweasel, still wearing a stupid grin. "Fuck me baby!" Valeria gave a soft gasp as she slowly lowered herself down, the goblin's hard cock impaling her. As she slowly began to rock her hips, riding Cockweasel's cock, his hands slid up her bare thighs to rest on her shapely hips, guiding her movements. As the buxom sorceress bounced on his cock, the goblin's hands moved up from Valeria's hips and reached for her ample breasts. "Mmm," Cockweasel gave an appreciative groan as he grabbed hold of his former mistress's big tits, excitedly squeezing the abundant spheres and rolling her hard nipples between his groping fingers. "I've always loved these knockers baby." Valeria gritted her teeth angrily as she fucked the dreaming goblin and he roughly mauled at her boobs. The dark haired magician gave an involuntary moan of pleasure as she ground herself down on the stiff goblin penis and she mentally vowed to double the pain she intended to inflict on her traitorous former slave when she finally got her hands on him. "That's it bitch, ride my cock," groaned Cockweasel. He gave the side of her left tit a light slap, his grin widening as he watched Valeria's tits jiggle from the smack. "Wake up Cogweasel." Cockweasel frowned at the sound of the strange voice that suddenly filled his dream. He'd been close to cumming, the sensations of the busty sorceress bouncing on his dick were amazing, but the alien voice had distracted him. "It's morning, wake up!" "Wha!" Cockweasel suddenly awoke with a start, sitting up abruptly as his wet dream was torn away from him. "What?" he repeated, glancing sleepily around the campsite. His pretty young squire Elizabeth was crouched beside where he lay, she had obviously woken him up. "It's late Coorweasel, we should probably get going," Elizabeth said to him. Cockweasel gave a disappointed sigh. His dream had just been getting to the good bit. Sir Cockweasel The Third Ch. 03 Kum Foulfang the orc, trudged slowly along the path, kicking the odd lose stone or twig that he spotted on the track. He was still somewhat unsure about his decision as he reluctantly hiked away from the human lands and back towards his home with the orcs. He was also rather nervous about how he'd be received when he got back, he was, after all, a traitor. Suddenly the orc tensed as he heard a noise from behind him on the trail. The sound of hooves. The chubby orc dived into a nearby bush, hoping that whoever was behind him wouldn't spot his hiding place. Foulfang peered through the branches of the bush, looking back in the direction the horse was coming from. Less than a minute later a horse emerged from amongst the trees. The rider was in fact a young human woman, and an attractive one at that. She had long brown hair that seemed to shine in the midday sun, and her curvaceous figure was barely concealed by the tight fitting tunic and breeches she wore. Foulfang squinted his eyes in surprise as he stared at the beautiful human. Strangest of all was that a pair of green skinned hands appeared to be attached to her chest. As Foulfang peered out from his hiding place, the hands seemed to be squeezing and kneading the buxom young girls ample breasts through her tunic. The orc gaped as he watched the woman slowly ride past the bush he was hidden in. As her horse came parallel with his hiding spot he saw that the hands in fact belonged to a small, green skinned humanoid. A goblin. "Cockweasel!?" blurted Foulfang aloud. "Wh..." the goblin reflexively released Elizabeth's tits as he turned to see the orc stand up from his hiding place in the bush. "Foulfang!" "What are you doing her Cockweasel?" asked Foulfang in surprise. The goblin had been the last person he'd expected to see come riding along the trail. And the woman with him was not Lady Gwendallyn, but another, slightly younger human female. "Looking for you, you big oaf!" said Cockweasel, clearly happy to see the orc. Elizabeth reined their horse to a halt as Cockweasel jumped down off the back of the steed. "Just what the hell are you doing running off like this, you dumb orc?" Foulfang frowned, glancing briefly at Elizabeth with uncertainty. "I've had enough of those damn humans," he explained. "They treat me like some sort of freak. I don't know why I agreed to help them in the first place" "Well, we're here to bring you back," announced Cockweasel, sounding rather pleased with himself. "Well I'm not going!" snapped back Foulfang. Cockweasel considered for a moment and then turned to Elizabeth. "I need to have a private word with my old friend here. Why don't you head back to that clearing we passed a few minutes ago and start setting up a campsite." Elizabeth nodded wordlessly and went back the way they'd come, leading their horse along by the reins. Foulfang waited until she was out of sight before speaking. "Who's the big titted bitch?" "She's my new squire. Elizabeth." The orc licked his lips. "Very nice," he said in admiration. "What's this all about then Foulfang?" asked Cockweasel. "Why are you leaving the sweet life with the humans to go back to the orcs. They'll probably kill you when you get home." Foulfang grimaced at that comment. "I'm hoping that I have enough secrets about the humans to tell to make myself valuable. And human life isn't as great as you make it out to be." Cockweasel frowned, considered the blessed life he'd had amongst the paladin's himself. "What do you mean?" "Well when I first agreed to come back with you I figured I'd have sex on tap. That fat chested blonde knight was a great fuck, but as soon as we hit town she froze up on me and refused to even suck me off or anything." Cockweasel nodded. "I know what you mean." "It's false advertising!" complained the orc. Cockweasel thoughtfully scratched his crotch. "Listen. It's not quite as frigid as you make it out to be Foulfang," he explained. "You've just gotta be a little clever on how you go about things. When you get back, you tell the paladin's that you're a devotee of Adeva, the goddess of love." "Adeva?" repeated Foulfang doubtfully. "How will that help." "They'll then send you a hot priestess with big melons that you can do whatever you want to." Foulfang raised an eyebrow in surprise at this. "Really? Whatever I want?" Cockweasel nodded with a smug grin. "I even fucked one of them in the ass." Foulfang whistled in approval. "Very nice. What about that slut that came here with you, the squire. Can I get me one of those?" Cockweasel shook his head. "Squires are only given to paladins." "Well can I have a go with her now?" suggested Foulfang. "You know, to seal the deal. As a show of good faith, like with Gwendallyn." Cockweasel frowned as this, remembering how hard it had been for him to trick his pretty young squire into even a blowjob. Much tougher than with Lady Gwnedallyn, that's for sure. "I don't know, she's not really that easy..." "Come on Cockweasel!" begged Foulfang. "Have you seen the tits on her? I gotta get me some of that. Even just a handjob or something. It's been ages since I've been laid and the boys are pretty restless." The orc cupped his crotch through his grubby pants to illustrate his problem. "Okay, let me think for a moment," said Cockweasel, his mind racing. "We can't just take the same approach as we did with Lady Gwendallyn, it wont work." "You've gotta get me something or I won't come," warned Foulfang. "Okay, okay. I've got an idea. But you've gotta play along. Let's head back down to the campsite." The orc and goblin set off down the path, towards where Elizabeth had set up their camping gear and was in the process of collecting wood to build a fire. "Sit there!" snapped Cockweasel as they reached the camp, his voice suddenly become firm and authoritarian as he ordered Foulfang to sit under a nearby tree. Foulfang did as he was ordered, prending to be meek and scared by the goblin. While he took his seat, Cockweasel moved over to his squire Elizabeth and took her aside, whispering instructions into her ear. "Tie him to the tree," instructed Cockweasel aloud as he stepped away from his busty squire. Elizabeth grabbed some rope from their bags and moved behind Foulfang, tying his arms around the tree behind his back. "You will be coming back with us Foulfang," snapped Cockweasel as Elizabeth bound his arms. "Not way!" retorted the orc defiantly. "Make sure he can't get his hands free," Cockweasel told his squire. "We're going to convince this orc that he won't be trying to escape again." "You will go with us Foulfang," Cockweasel said as the orc was tied fast to the tree by the beautiful young woman. "I can take any pain you dish out," retorted Foulfang, as his hands were tightly bound by Elizabeth. "Good," Cockweasel said once the orc was in position. "Now, this is your last chance Kum. Will you come back with us?" "Never!" spat the orc. "Very well, you leave us no choice then," Cockweasel said calmly. He then turned to his squire. "Unfasten his trousers." Elizabeth nodded and smiled, wondering what horrible torture the goblin was about to inflict on this orc. She reached out and untied the front of the prisoners trousers, pulling them open and exposing the orc's genitals. "Good, now take hold of his penis," Cockweasel commanded her. Elizabeth glanced back at the goblin, his command taking her by surprise. Cockweasel merely nodded encouragingly in her direction, urging her to do as he said without question. "Okay," Elizabeth said after a moments pause. She reached down and took hold of the orc's cock, gingerly lifting the flaccid organ up between the tips of her thumb and forefinger. "Get a good grip," instructed Cockweasel. Elizabeth rolled her eyes in disgust at the idea of handling the genitals of one of the enemy orcs, but trusted that the goblin paladin knew what he was doing. She slipped her palm around Foulfang's cock, feeling him twitch slightly as her cool fingers closed around the shaft. "Can you feel that Foulfang?" Cockweasel asked, moving a little closer so he could look into the orc's eyes as he interrogated him. "Yes," breathed Foulfang, he sounded nervous. "Give it a squeeze," Cockweasel instructed his squire. The beautiful brunette gave her enemy's cock a firm squeeze, it felt spongy in her hand, although she thought it felt a little thicker than when she'd first touched him. The orc gasped and shuddered slightly against the tree. "Feel that?" Cockweasel repeated. "Yes." "If you don't agree to return with us then my squire here might pull off your cock. You wouldn't want that, now would you?" Cockweasel said, his voice threatening. Elizabeth gave Foulfang's dick another squeeze, as if to emphasize the threat. "Gently grab his testicles with your other hand," Cockweasel told her. Elizabeth frowned slightly but did as she was directed, cupping the orc's hairy balls in her cool fingers as she squeezed on his cock a third time, it was definitely growing in her hand, was he getting excited by their torture? "You're balls would make a lovely necklace for Elizabeth you know," Cockweasel growled dangerously as Elizabeth rolled the orc's testicles on her fingertips. "Pull on his cock, make sure he gets the message." Elizabeth tugged on Foulfang's cock and he gasped loudly, his member semi-erect now and filling the pretty young squire's hand. Cockweasel moved around so that he was standing right next to his busty young squire, watching her movements. "Again," he directed her and she jerked on Foulfang's dick. Elizabeth stiffened slightly as she felt Cockweasel's hand on the small of her back. The goblin leant in close and whispered in her ear, "Put your mouth on him, let him feel your teeth," he said quietly, the hand on her back sliding down so that his fingers rested on the swell of her buttocks. "But don't bite or anything yet, I don't want to actually hurt him yet." Not releasing Foulfang's cock and balls, Elizabeth twisted to look towards Cockweasel. "My mouth?" she hissed, obviously not happy with the idea. The hand on her ass gave a slight squeeze, "Trust me." Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief, but nevertheless she bent over the orc's lap and put the head of his half-erect penis into her warm mouth. Her teeth scraped gently against the shaft of his cock and the head of his member rested on her wet tongue. "Oh!" groaned Foulfang as he felt her mouth on him, his cock twitched slightly as it stiffened further, bumping against her soft lips. "That's right!" Cockweasel said, giving Elizabeth's ass a triumphant squeeze which she did her best to ignore. "If you don't agree to help she'll bite your cock off!" "Go a bit lower," Cockweasel quietly instructed Elizabeth. "I want the whole length of him under threat, we don't want to even leave him with a stump!" Elizabeth would have said something in reply, but she hand a mouthful of orc penis. Instead she moved her head down, taking more of his length into her mouth, being careful to make sure he could feel the scrape of her teeth against his shaft as she moved down him. "Oh fuck!" gasped Foulfang as his now fully erect cock was buried in the beautiful squire's mouth, the tip of him sliding over her twitching tongue as she took him deeper. "Will you help us yet orc?" demanded Cockweasel, stroking Elizabeth's firm posterior through her breeches. "N..never.." stammered Foulfang unconvincingly, he could feel the beautiful human's nose against his upper leg as her face pressed right down into his crotch. With his length buried right to the hilt in her mouth it was awkward for her to keep her teeth against him, and he felt her mouth relax, her lips and tongue pressing against his trembling shaft. Her mouth was also filling somewhat with saliva, bathing him in a wetness which felt incredible. "Okay, nibble on his nuts, but gently," Cockweasel told the pretty brunette. Elizabeth withdrew up off Foulfang's cock, leaving the fully erect rod glistening with saliva as it jutted upwards towards her. She pushed it down against his stomach as she moved towards his balls, opening her mouth and nibbling lightly on the skin of his right testicle as his left one nuzzled against her nose. "Take one in your mouth," Cockweasel told her, not even bothering to instruct her on using her teeth. Elizabeth did so, orc defector's testicle resting on her tongue. "Would you like her to eat your balls?" demanded Cockweasel. "I...the orcs would kill me if I betray them again!" gasped Foulfang. "He's weakening!" Cockweasel said, patting Elizabeth's posterior. "Back to his cock." The brunette squire moved up, plunging her mouth back down over Foulfang's cock and causing the surprised orc to groan loudly, arching his back on the table as his cock was bathed in the warmth of the female squire's mouth. "Well?" Cockweasel asked as Elizabeth held the orc's cock in her mouth. "No...I..."Foulfang thrust his hips up off the ground, bucking his cock against Elizabeth's mouth as his lust mounted. The busty young woman gagged slightly as the head of the orc's cock pushed into her throat and she jerked her head up off his lap in surprise, coughing. "Quick!" gasped Cockweasel, squeezing Elizabeth's delightfully firm right butt-cheek. "Back in your mouth, we almost have him!" Elizabeth's head dropped back into Foulfang's lap and her mouth once again swallowed his length. He groaned and pushed upwards with his hips, but this time she was ready, the hand on his balls moving to the base of his shaft to stop him from shoving himself deeper than she could take. Cockweasel removed his hand from the Elizabeth's ass and he walked back around to the other side of the tied up orc, standing opposite Elizabeth as she leant over the prisoner. He bent forward, resting one hand on the top of Elizabeth's head as he leant in close to speak to the orc. "With one command from me, she'll bite off your dick!" the goblin growled, punctuating his threat by pushing down on the top of Elizabeth's head. Foulfang thrust upwards with his hips to meet Cockweasel's push, groaning as he felt Elizabeth's tongue twitch underneath his cock in surprise. "Don't think we won't do it!" said Cockweasel, pushing down on Elizabeth's head again. Foulfang moaned and thrust up, his eye's glazing over slightly. "Oh fuck!" gasped the orc. Cockweasel pushed down again to meet Foulfang's upwards thrust, Elizabeth struggled slightly as orc cock filled her reluctant mouth. "I..." grunted Foulfang as Cockweasel pushed down again. "Will...oh yeah, that's it," Foulfang grunted as Cockweasel forced the lovely brunette's wonderful mouth down onto him again. "Will..." he groaned as there was another push from Cockweasel. "Come!!" with that his cock pulsed in Elizabeth's mouth, unloading his cum as he thrashed against his bonds around base of the tree. Cockweasel held Elizabeth's face down for a moment as the orc exploded in her mouth, then released her head as Foulfang's happy moans filled the campsite. "Oh fuck!" cried out the orc as Elizabeth jerked up from his lap, coughing and spluttering at the mouthful of cum she'd been forced to receive. Another blast of sticky semen shot from the tip of Foulfang's pulsating penis, splashing up against Elizabeth's chin. The horrified squire stepped back away from the tree as Foulfang moaned in orgasm. She shot Cockweasel a dark look and then stormed angrily out of the clearing. Foulfang slumped back against the tree and grinned up at Cockweasel. "So you'll comeback?" Cockweasel asked. Foulfang nodded, "A deals a deal, I never thought you'd actually get that bitch to suck my cock." Cockweasel grinned and winked at his friend. Suddenly Foulfang's body slumped and his chin fell to his chest. The orc was still standing but it was as if he had just fallen asleep. Cockweasel frowned as he saw the orc sway slightly and a line of drool dribble from the corner of his slack mouth. "What the fuck?" murmured Cockweasel in confusion. A sudden thick, unnatural fog filled the campsite. "This can't be good," remarked Cockweasel as he looked nervously around the darkened clearing. "For me it's good, you not so much," said a familiar woman's voice, the sound sent a shiver down Cockweasel's voice. "Valeria?" Cockweasel nervously called out, swallowing deeply as he felt a feeling of dread fill his gut. "This time it's not a dream." Valeria the Black stepped through the fog to stand in front of the rather concerned looking goblin. As always, she wore a sexy and revealing black gown that clung to her impressive curves, but Cockweasel was in no mood to admire the voluptuous wonders of the sorceress's figure. "Oh shit!" gulped Cockweasel. "This time you'll be the one that's fucked, not me," said Valeria, her voice dangerous. "I have waited such a long time for this moment." Valeria raised her right hand and Cockweasel saw that she carried a slim black wand. To his horror she pointed the tip of the wand towards him. "I'm fucked," whimpered Cockweasel in defeat. Suddenly there was a crashing from the bushes directly behind Valeria. There was a flash of steel as an armoured warrior burst from the undergrowth. Valeria spun to meet the surprise attack, the black wand shooting up towards her attacker. There was a loud thunderclap and the warrior longsword disappeared in a puff of smoke. This seemed to confuse the warrior who froze for a moment. Valeria lifted the wand once again, but before she could cast another spell the warrior reached out, grabbing Valeria by the front of her gown, the warriors steel gauntlet disappearing into the sorceresses cleavage. Valeria gave a startled yelp as the armoured fighter yanked. There was a tearing sound as Valeria's black gown ripped clear off her body, leaving the stunned sorceress completely nude. "Son of a bitch!" swore Valeria, not even bothering to cover her nakedness, much to Cockweasel's pleasure who's gaze was immediately drawn to Valeria's ample, jiggling breasts, her dark nipples immediately stiffening in the cool air. Valeria's wand moved and there was another thunderclap, this time the warrior's armour vanished. "Gwendallyn!?" blurted Cockweasel in surprise as the nude paladin was abruptly revealed. Cockweasel's perverted mind was instantly conflicted as to which of the naked, busty beauties he should admire. "Now you die interfering paladin!" growled the naked enchantress, pointing her wand in the direction of Gwendallyn who had futilely pressed both arms over her expansive bust in an effort to cover her boobs. Bolts of lightning ripped from the tip of Valeria's wand, striking Gwendallyn full in the chest and flinging her right across the clearing as she screamed out in agony. "Oh shit!" gulped Cockweasel, who hadn't actually moved from his spot ever since Valeria had arrived, still standing next to the paralysed orc he had been talking to. And he was none to keen to attack the powerful sorceress. Gwendallyn however was spared from another corner. From the other side of the clearing Elizabeth entered, having returned from wherever she'd gone to following the mouthful of orc cum she'd be tricked into receiving. The lightning stopped striking Gwendallyn as Valeria turned to face this new threat, her bare breasts rising and falling impressively as her breathing got heavier from the exertion of using her magic. As Elizabeth looked around the clearing in surprise, Valeria's wand shot out towards Kum Foulfang, a strange beam of purple striking the frozen orc. "Fresh meat orc!" snapped Valeria. Foulfang seemed to emerge from his paralysis. The orc gave a guttural roar and charged towards Elizabeth. The pretty young squire barely had time to gasp in surprise before the enraged orc tackled her roughly to the ground. It appeared that somehow Valeria had taken control of Foulfang. Sir Cockweasel The Third Ch. 03 "Cockweasel. The wand!" yelled out Gwendallyn as she staggered painfully to her feet, the lightning seemed to have taken the strength out of her. At the sound of the paladin's voice Valeria turned back to the naked paladin, preparing to finish her off. As Valeria stepped towards Gwendallyn, raising her wand to finish her off, Cockweasel finally sprung into action. The diminutive goblin leapt into the air, slamming into Valeria's back and wrapping his arms around her shoulders and his legs around her waist. The sudden impact of against Valeria's back sent the wand spinning from her hand. "You little monster!" snarled Valeria angrily as Cockweasel clung onto her back. One of his green hands was clutching at her bare right breast, and even in the intense action of their battle the goblin was making most of the opportunity to grope, his grubby paw squeezing at Valeria's big boob. Across the other side of the campsite Elizabeth was in trouble of her own. Foulfang had the lovely brunette squire pinned face down on the dirt, but surprisingly, instead of trying to kill her the orc was hurriedly trying to tug down her breeches. Whatever charm spell that Valeria had cast on him, it was having a strange effect. "Get off me you foul beast!" screamed Elizabeth as the orc pulled her trousers down around her knees, at the same time keeping her trapped face down on the ground. Valeria finally managed to get her hands on Cockweasel's shoulder. The sorceress gave a grunt of exertion as she twisted her body and flung the small goblin off her back, sending Cockweasel crashing into a tree at the edge of the clearing, not far from where her wand had fell. Before Valeria was able to make use of her freedom, the lithe, naked body of Lady Gwendallyn slammed into her and the two naked beauties fell to the ground wrestling with one another. Cockweasel coughed, his fall had knocked the wind out of him. He pulled himself to his feet and looked back across the foggy clearing, taking stock of the situation. "Holy shit!" he murmured as he took in the chaos. Gwendallyn and Valeria were rolling around the ground, wrestling and clawing at each other, their voluptuous naked bodies pressed against each other, interesting curves of flesh rubbing and slapping together as they each tried to untangle themselves from their opponents and gain the upper hand. All they needed was a little mud or jelly and it would be quite a performance. Further away, Foulfang appeared to firmly have the upper hand over Elizabeth. The squire was face down in the dirt as her orcish attacker crouched over her prone body, thrusting his hard cock into her ass from behind, his hips slapping against her exposed buttocks as he rammed lustfully into her. Elizabeth was crying out in displeasure at the orc's forced assault. Once again, Cockweasel found himself at a loss for what to do. He glanced down and spotted Valeria's wand at his feet so bent down and scooped up the strange, slim rod. Cockweasel turned it over in his hands and saw that there were three buttons near the base of the wand, one white, one purple and one blue. "Get off me you bastard!" yelled Elizabeth as she struggled beneath the rutting orc. Foulfang seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself as he fucked Cockweasel's gorgeous squire. Valeria gave a scream of her own as Gwendallyn pulled forcefully on the sorceress's jet black hair. In response Valeria scratched at the paladin's bare back and ass. Cockweasel cautiously pointed the tip of the wand at a nearby tree. He gave a nervous grimace and then pressed the white button. There was a sudden deafening thunderclap and the tree disintegrated, much the same as Gwendallyn's armour had done moments earlier. Both Valeria and Gwendallyn froze in their nude wrestling and looked up at the goblin in surprise. Foulfang ignored the sound and continued fucking the busty blonde beneath him. "I know how this works now," said Cockweasel as he pointed the wand at Valeria and Gwendallyn. "Oh shit!" muttered Valeria. "Cockweasel I don't think..." Gwendallyn began to speak but was interrupted as Cockweasel pressed the purple button on the wand. A beam of strange purple light shot from the tip of wand and struck both of the naked women. They both gave a moan as the light washed over them and resumed their assault on each other. Cockweasel blinked in surprise. Then he noticed that the two busty women were not actually trying to kill each other any more. In fact, quite the opposite. Valeria gave a moan of pleasure as Gwendallyn's hand slid up the side of her body and cupped the sorceress's ample right breast, giving the firm orb a tender squeeze. Valeria's own hands slipped around to grasp Gwendallyn's lovely round buttocks and pull the paladin's naked body tight against her own. "Mmm," Gwendallyn moaned as she hungrily pressed her lips against Valeria's mouth and passionate kissed her former enemy. The two women were all over each other, their fighting turned into caresses, kisses and licks as they rubbed their perfect naked bodies together. "Wow!" murmured Cockweasel as he watched Valeria spin around and dip her head between Gwendallyn's sleek thighs, the evil sorceress's tongue sliding excitedly into the paladin's snatch. Gwendallyn gave a moan as the magic user's tongue lapped at her clit, then she reached for Valeria's toned thighs, pulling her cunt in close so that she could repay the attentions in a passionate 69 position. Cockweasel watched in amazement as Valeria lay on her back, her thighs spread as the gorgeous paladin atop her, ate out her delicious pussy. "I've got an idea for this bitch!" declared Cockweasel as he watched Gwendallyn's tongue stab repeatedly between Valeria's pussy-lips. With a tight grip on the wand, Cockweasel approached the 69-ing women and knelt down between Valeria's legs, right next to Gwendallyn's head. The small clearing was filled with the sounds of moaning and slurping, plus a few grunts and complaining moans from Foulfang and Elizabeth. Cockweasel pointed the wand directly at Valeria's cunt and tried to push it forward, but Gwendallyn's bobbing head was right in the way. "Out of the way," urged Cockweasel as he tried to push away the paladin's face from between Valeria's perfect thighs, but Gwendallyn merely moaned in annoyance and kept her head in place. Cockweasel frowned, considering the situation for a moment as the women vigorously pleasured each other. It was clear that the purple beam from the wand had driven them crazy with lust, just as it had done to Foulfang. "I know," he muttered under his breath as he reached for the front of his pants and pulled out his cock. The wrinkled green shaft was semi-erect from the energetic show the two naked women had been putting on. Cockweasel shuffled a little closer and waved his cock under Gwendallyn's nose, letting her get a good sniff of his manly, sweaty odour. He slapped her nose and cheeks a few times until he finally managed to coax her mouth up from Valeria's pussy. Not wanting to miss his opportunity, the goblin immediately shoved his cock into Gwendallyn's mouth. "Suck on this!" he said, giving a grunt as Gwendallyn immediately did, with surprising enthusiasm. "Oh fuck!" the goblin groaned as his penis instantly began to stiffen inside the paladin's warm, wet mouth. With Gwendallyn's mouth diverted by a mouthful of cock, Cockweasel finally had access to Valeria's pussy and he quickly inserted the tip of the wand, causing the dark haired sorceress to moan loudly as he pushed it deep into her. Cockweasel glanced down at the three buttons and rested his thumb over the blue button. "Oh fuck that's good!" groaned Cockweasel as Gwendallyn sucked the full length of his now fully erect penis in her hot mouth, her tongue swirling delightfully around the underside of his hard shaft. The goblin momentarily forgot about blasting Valeria as the cocksucking paladin fervently bobbed her head over his dick. Cockweasel began to rock his hips, sliding his hard shaft in and out between the tight seal of Gwendallyn's lips. At the same time, almost unconsciously, he started to pump the magic wand in and out of Valeria's moist cunt, causing his former mistress to moan in pleasure as well. "Damn! I forgot what great head you gave!" Cockweasel moaned as his hand dropped onto the back of Gwendallyn's head and his hips thrust, driving his cock deeper into her sucking mouth. Cockweasel's hand gripped Gwendallyn's hair tighter as he began to fuck her mouth with a steady rhythm, at the same time pumping the wand in and out of Valeria's cunt. "Oh yeah, suck that cock!" groaned the goblin as he jammed his invading hard-on between her full lips. Cockweasel gave a grunt as he felt his balls bump against Gwendallyn's chin, the entire raging length of his penis buried inside the paladin's enchanted mouth. Cockweasel gave a sudden loud cry of pleasure as he arched his back and unloaded into Gwendallyn's sucking mouth. At the same instant he pressed the blue button on the wand buried in Valeria's cunt and there was a loud crackle of lighning. Valeria body lurched beneath Gwendallyn and abruptly exploded, gore splattering all over the clearing as Cockweasel messily blew up his old slave mistress. The blast knocked Cockweasel back, his cock popping free from between Gwendallyn's lips a final spurt of cum splashing on the paladin's right cheek as Cockweasel tumbled away. "Holy shit!" groaned Foulfang from the other side of the clearing as he finished wiping clean his spent cock on Elizabeth's firm right buttock. Cockweasel sat up in bewilderment. "Well that worked better than expected." Looks like the horny little goblin had saved the day...again. THE END ... For now ...