Adventures Of Cockweasel Chapters 1 and 2

Adventures of Cockweasel by GeorgeTasker

CHAPTER ONE

In the highest of rooms within the Tower of Doom, inside a perfectly drawn pentagram of blood lay the demoness. Her breathing was in ragged gasps as she struggled to take human air into her lungs. Her whole body shivered. The earth was much colder than hell.

The demoness took the form of a red skinned human female with jet-black hair and almost angelic white wings. By human standards she was stunningly beautiful, her guise had often lured weak willed human sorcerers to their deaths. Only two long yellow fangs that protruded several inches outside her full, pouty blood red lips marred her beautiful, finely featured face. The demoness’s succulent red skinned body was unclothed, her rich red skin almost shimmering across the wanton curves of her human form. Blood red nipples topped her large round breasts and her genitals were completely hairless but looked human. Her slim hands ended in long black fingernails that looked razor sharp. She was a succubus, a demoness that lured male humans to their deaths with her sexuality.

The slightly pointed ears of the voluptuous succubus perked up as the sound of a voice reached her ears and the door of the room swung open.

“Stupid frigging wench! Who the fuck does she think she is! Bossing Cockweasel around like a slave! One day I’ll nail her sweet ass!” swore the creature that emerged through the door.

The succubus’s full lips curved up into a malevolent smirk as she saw the creature that had entered the room. Was this the magic user that had summoned her?

“Sweep the frigging tower Cockweasel! Clean your own tower cunt!” snarled the creature. He was a short runt of a humanoid, only around four and a half feet in height. With leathery green skin, coarse black hair and one of the ugliest little faces the succubus had ever seen.

“A goblin!” hissed the demoness, as she noted the hunched little creatures yellowed teeth and small wiry build. The little goblin wore only a grubby, stained loincloth for clothing, surely this was not a powerful wizard, capable of summoning her?

Cockweasel the goblin looked up in surprise at the sound of the succubus’s voice. He’d been ordered to sweep the whole tower by the Master and had not expected this room to be occupied. No doubt the Master had forgotten to tell Cockweasel.

“You are the mortal that summoned me?” the demoness demanded, pointing an accusing finger at the little goblin as she stood up.

Cockweasel frowned, noticing for the first time that the creature before him was naked, and had a very attractive body to boot. The sly little goblin felt his loins tingling as he gazed upon the succubus, it had been a long, long time since he had seen a naked woman.

“You are the mortal that summoned me?” the demoness said more forcefully, almost shrieking. She had only been summoned and enslaved by mortals a handful of times, and it usually ended badly. Usually with the painfully slow death of the human sorcerer.

“Yeah, Cockweasel is the name she-bitch!” the goblin shot back, a plan quickly forming in his head as he stifled his initial fear of the demoness. Although he was a goblin, one of the most hated races on the planet and one not usually known for its intelligence, Cockweasel was very cunning. That was possibly the reason he had been chosen to serve the Master.

The succubus’s eyes narrowed slightly, her seductive expression taking a slight edge. “What do you want goblin?”

Cockweasel clucked his tongue as he pretended to consider her question. “I have summoned you for my pleasure,” he said, flipping up the front of his loincloth and grabbing his own thick green penis.

The demoness scoffed, “Do you really think I will let you mate with me? You a goblin!” she laughed at the mere suggestion. “Surely a wizard of your - - caliber knows that to lie with a succubus would mean your death?” she jeered.

Cockweasel swallowed, what was he getting himself into? But as usual he plunged on, thinking with his dick instead of his brain. “It only means death if you chose to,” he bluffed.

“True - - ” she replied slowly. “If I pleasure you, you will release me?”

“Yes!” Cockweasel said, eagerly starting to stroke his cock as his eyes scanned across the demoness’s sinful body.

“Come closer wizard,” she beckoned, sliding down to her knees, her long, forked tongue slipped out and licked across her full red lips. The tongue briefly wound around one yellow fang and then disappeared back into her mouth.

Cockweasel moved up to the edge of the pentagram, being careful to ensure he did not step over the edge.

“Closer,” signaled the succubus, her lips parting into an oval ready to receive the goblins organ.

Cockweasel paused, his gaze flickering between her full, pouty lips and razor sharp fangs. “I’m not putting my cock that close to your teeth bitch,” he told her.

The demoness snarled, “Very well.” She stood up again and turned around, her seemingly delicate white wings folded on her back. She then bent over and braced her hands on her knees, presenting her full red buttocks towards the horny little goblin.

“Nice,” breathed Cockweasel, reaching up and running his rough hand across the demoness’s smooth buttocks. He slipped a finger up between her legs and stroked along the slit of her cunt. The demoness gave a rumbling growl as he probed one finger up inside her, his cock hardening in his other hand. Cockweasel gave her firm ass a slap and then moved over to the side of the room, grabbing a stool and dragging it to the edge of the pentagram.

Cockweasel clambered up onto the stood which put him at a much more convenient height, his out-thrust erection pointed directly at the demoness’s posterior. Knowing that if he lost his balance and fell forward inside the pentagram he would be a goner, Cockweasel very carefully reached out and took hold of the succubus’s nicely curved waist, pulling her ass back towards him.

“Oh yes! Cockweasel likes that!” the goblin groaned as he pushed his grubby cock into the demoness’s cunt. The succubus hissed at the thought of being used for pleasure by such a pitiful creature, but when the goblin released her she would have her revenge. Cockweasel tightened his grip on her red hips and started to pump against her ass like a dog in heat, the small room filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

The short goblin grunted as he bucked against her, his small cock buried to the base with each thrust. It had been so long since Cockweasel had got laid that he knew he would not last long. A droplet of drool fell from the corner of his mouth, splashing into the small of the demoness’s back as he fucked her. Cockweasel’s long nails dug into the succubus’s hips and he increased the rapid-fire thrusts of his hips, his balls swinging against her with each shove.

“That’s it!” grunted the horny little goblin as he had his way with the succubus. “Oh that’s good!”

“Of course it’s good,” snapped the succubus as she suffered the indignity of letting the ugly creature hump her. “I’m a succubus you dolt!”

“Shut up bitch!” growled Cockweasel, slapping the side of her ass. “You’re ruining the moment.”

“Well excuse me then,” she replied sarcastically, but she did shut up, the only sound in the top room of the tower was now the slapping of flesh and the grunting of a certain goblin.

“Ahhh! Fuck!” cried out Cockweasel as his cock suddenly exploded. He yanked the succubus back against him, his cock penetrating her to the hilt as it pulse and pumping slimy green cum into her. The demoness let the goblin spend himself, more drool dropping onto her back from his open mouth. “Yes!” Cockweasel hissed as he rammed into her a couple more times milking the last of his cum into her tight demonic pussy.

“Cockweasel!” came a sudden, angry sounded scream from lower in the tower. “Get your mangy green ass down here this instant!”

Cockweasel physically jumped at the sound of the voice. His cock popped out of the succubus and he tumbled backwards off the stool, falling heavily on the stone floor. The air whooshed from his lungs and he lay there for a moment gasping.

“Shit!” he swore after he took a moment to recover. The little goblin jumped to his feet, wiping his still sticky cock on his own loincloth and then making a dash for the door.

“Wait!” hissed the demoness. “We had a deal, release me!”

“Uh - - ” Cockweasel stammered a moment. “Gotta go, be back later, thanks for the fuck.” With that he bolted out the door, slamming it shut behind him as his stubby little legs carried him down the lengthy flight of stairs as quickly as he could manage.

The little goblin burst through one of the large ornate wooden doors about two thirds of the way down the tower and arrived in a large, richly decorated dining room. The long table had seats enough for two dozen diners, but presently only one seat was filled. Cockweasel’s Master, the Sorceress Valeria sat there with an empty plate in front of her, impatiently tapping her fingers on the corner of the table. As always, Valeria wore a long black gown, it was slit very high up one leg, her creamy thigh poking through and immediately catching Cockweasel’s eye. The front of the dress gaped wide, displaying plenty of Valeria’s pale snowy breasts, coming just short of exposing her nipples. The evil sorceress was an incredible beauty, with flawless pale white skin and long, flowing raven hair that reached to her waist. Her pristine features could have been considered angelic, where it not for the angry stare she fixed upon her slave.

“Forget something?” she asked, her voice surprisingly gentle.

Fuck! Cockweasel swore inwardly, he’d been so busy sweeping the tower that he’d lost track of the time, Valeria’s dinner was not served. “Sorry Master!” Cockweasel said in his most pitiful voice, falling to his knees in the doorway.

“Mistress!” snapped Valeria, “How many times do I have to tell you!”

“Sorry Mistress!” Cockweasel quickly said. He remained in a begging posture and shuffled across the room on his knees towards the entrance to the kitchen where the sorceress’s dinner would be waiting for him to serve up.

“Be quick about it Cockweasel!” she growled threateningly. The goblin leapt to his feet and dashed into the kitchen at the sharp crack of her voice. He knew better than to anger the sorceress. He quickly picked up the sorceress’s dinner, a large plate of steaming roast meat and vegetables. Cockweasel had never seen anyone cook Valeria’s dinner, but whenever the time came he would always find it waiting for him to serve in the kitchen.

He carefully carried the plate into the dining room, once Cockweasel had dropped it and he’d ended up spending a fear-filled day and night cleaning the outside of the tower with Valeria using some sort of magical spell to levitate him. He’d been scared shitless as she threw him several hundred feet into the air and made him scrub the tower.

Cockweasel placed the plate down in front of Valeria, taking the chance to have a good look into her gaping cleavage, his height perfectly lining his face up with the sorceress’s ample bosom.

“Wine,” she ordered, thumping her empty goblet against the table.

“Yes Mas - - Mistress,” he acquiesced, hurrying over to the rack of dusty wine bottles in the corner of the room. He grabbed one and random and moved back to Valeria’s side, slowly pouring the red liquid into her goblet. As he stood there he couldn’t help but stare into Valeria’s cleavage, watching the way the ample swellings of her breasts rose and fell as she breathed. His cock stirred slightly, despite having just emptied it into the demoness upstairs. Valeria’s breasts looked so big and soft, so inviting, he wanted to just reach out and touch them. He could just make out the slight shape of her nipples jutting against the dark fabric of her gown and he yearned to lean over and suck the hardened buds into his mouth. Cockweasel imagined what it would feel like to thrust his small green penis between those summery mountains, the big melons would feel so good pressed against his pumping shaft.

“What are you doing you idiot!” Valeria’s angry cry snapped his gaze away from her boobs and to the goblet that was now overflowing with wine. Cockweasel swore under his breath and stopped pouring, rushing into the kitchen to grab a rag to mop up the spill.

He rushed back and quickly wiped up the spilt wine. He noticed that a few drips had fallen from the edge of the table and landed on Valeria’s leg, left bare from the split in her dress. Cockweasel dabbed the rag on Valeria’s thigh, wiping up the split wine and giving her leg a slight squeeze at the same time. Then, unable to help himself he moved the rag higher up Valeria’s creamy thigh and then up to her breasts. The little goblin gave a small moan as he grabbed her huge left breast through the rag, under the guise of wiping up some imaginary splash of wine.

Valeria sighed as the horny little goblin crudely felt her up, the little shit was always trying something like that with her, it reminded her a little of her former wizard master, he’d always tried to cop a feel while he was teaching her magic. She killed him after she had quickly learnt all that he had to teach her. Valeria casually waved her hand in Cockweasel’s direction. “Shirrgalak,” as she spoke the word there was a soundless burst of energy and the goblin was flung across the room like a rag doll. He crashed into the wall and crumpled painfully to the floor.

Without another word Valeria returned her attention to her dinner. Cockweasel never seemed to learn, he was always grabbing her tits or ass, despite the painful punishments it earned him. Once he had pushed things too far and she’d woken up to him crouching on her pillow and trying to push his slimy green cock into her mouth. She angrily unleashed a fireball onto his crotch and he hadn’t been able to piss without screaming for the next three months. Cockweasel had never tried anything quite so bold again, although it didn’t stop his busy hands. The only reason Valeria hadn’t killed the horny little goblin was that he was the only goblin slave she’d had that had been able to follow more than the most simple of instructions.

Cockweasel rolled over onto his back and groaned as he regained consciousness. All he could think about was how firm and plump the sorceress’s tit had felt in his leathery hand. It had definitely been worth the pain he thought to himself.

About ten minutes later the sorceress was done eating and got to her feet. She glanced over to the corner of the room where Cockweasel was still lying groaning to himself. “I’m going to the top room to work,” she told the goblin, shooting him a look of disgust. “I am not to be disturbed no matter what. Understood?”

“Yes Master!” Cockweasel said, sitting up immediately when he realized she had no sympathy for his pain.

“Mistress!” she snapped back angrily before marching up the stairs towards the room where she had the succubus that Cockweasel had abused.

Cockweasel waiting for a few minutes to give the evil sorceress enough time to reach the top room and then he hurried over to the table, grabbing her plate of leftovers and digging in hungrily. He had just placed the first hunk of meat in his mouth when there was an ear-shattering bang from above, followed by a flash of light that filled the stairwell. Cockweasel froze, his mouth full of food. There was the sound of a female scream, the sorceress’s slave wasn’t sure if it had come from the succubus or the sorceress herself. Then there was another explosion and a thud. Then silence.

Cockweasel spat the food out onto the table and started to dash towards the door. He froze as he reached the stairwell. Valeria had specifically told him not to disturb her. He paused in indecision, if he didn’t go up and she was in trouble, he’d be punished. But if he did go up and everything was okay he’d also be punished. It was times like this that he wished he had a normal goblin brain that didn’t think of so many things at once. It would be so much easier to just dumbly do what he was told.

Taking a gamble Cockweasel decided to throw caution aside and head up to check on his Master. He ran hurriedly up the stairs to the very top of the tower, his breathing ragged and labored by the time he climbed the final step. The goblin then burst open the door, expecting to see the room burnt to a crisp, or perhaps the dead succubus splattered all over the walls.

To his surprise the room was remarkably unscathed. The succubus was gone, or at least not in sight, the pentagram also no longer on the floor. Lying on her back, motionless in the center of the room was Cockweasel’s Master, Valeria. Her eyes were closed and he could just see the rising and falling over her expansive chest. She was alive.

“Master!” he cried out in alarm, hurrying over to her side. “Master!” he repeated louder, taking her by the shoulders and shaking her. Valeria did not stir, she was completely unconscious. Something had obviously gone very wrong. Suddenly concerned about the succubus, Cockweasel leapt to his feet and spun around, scanning the room for any sign of the demoness. But he saw nothing. Had Valeria banished her before she was knocked out?

The nervous goblin gave one more suspicious scan of the room then knelt down beside Valeria once again. “Master!” he said, shaking her violently this time. Still she didn’t awaken. Cockweasel sat back on his heels. Now what was he going to do?

Cockweasel licked his lips and stared thoughtfully at the motionless body of the sexy sorceress. He glanced around the room, double checking that he was alone.

“Sorceress?” he said, a little softer this time.

Cockweasel reached out and pinched the flesh on her arm. She didn’t move. His heart beating at one hundred miles per hour, Cockweasel reached out and placed his hand ever so gently over her left breast, covering the ample mound in his palm. “Master?” he said, his voice a husky whisper. She did not stir. Cockweasel felt his loins tingle in anticipation as he ran his thumb across the inner slope of the sorceress’s large left breast, left bare by the open neckline of her gown.

The goblin got up on his haunches and leant over Valeria, keeping his hand fixed to her large breast. He slapped her sharply across the side of the face. “Wake up!” he shouted as loud as he could manage. She still didn’t move and Cockweasel was at last confident that he was free to explore the lovely magician.

Breathing heavily, Cockweasel’s other hand moved to join its partner on Valeria’s chest. He took a large boob in each hand and squeezed them firmly. “Nice!” groaned the goblin his hands opening and closing over the deliciously ample mounds, kneading the resilient flesh. “Cockweasel likes these,” he moaned tightly gripping the mountainous orbs.

He then curled his fingers around the edge of Valeria’s black gown and yanked it open. The material tore slightly as he pulled it wide, exposing Valeria’s bare breasts to his hungry eyes. A droplet of drool fell from Cockweasel’s lower lip and into the deep gap of Valeria’s cleavage as his hands once again closed over her now bare breasts.

“You’re not bossing Cockweasel around now are you wench?” he said to the sorceress’s unconscious body as his fingers pinched and twisted at her nipples. The goblin then fell onto the raven-haired woman, his hard cock jutting against her hip as he plunged his face into her cleavage. Cockweasel made a sort of lustful grunting noise as he rubbed his rough face between her breasts, savoring the softness of her flawless skin. He turned his head to the side an captured a nipple between his lips, sucking it hungrily and at the same time starting to grind his bulging cock against her curvy hip.

The goblin’s feast continued as he turned to her other nipple, his tongue coming out and lapping against the hardening bud, sucking it forcefully between his lips. He gave the nipple a quick bite and then straightened up, adjusting his position so that he sat over her, straddling her flat stomach. Cockweasel then reached down with both hands and squeezed the sorceress’s plump breasts. He then jiggled them in his hands, watching in delight as the abundant flesh sloshed about her chest. Cockweasel absently slapped at the sorceress’s big tits as he looked up into her beautiful face. For once she was not looking at him in disgust.

Cockweasel gave a yellow-toothed grin as he released his Mistress’s breasts and climbed off Valeria, an idea forming in his brain. He crawled around to her head, remembering when he’d almost caught her in a deep slumber, just before she shot a fireball into his lap. Cockweasel sat down and lifted Valeria’s head up into his lap, turning her head sideways. He rubbed his hard green cock over her pretty face leaving a slight smear of his greenish precum, had she been awake she would have gagged on the stench of his smelly cock and unwashed loincloth.

Cockweasel then brushed the head of his cock across the sorceress’s full lips, tracing their outline before pushing them apart. He gave a small moan as his cock pierced her lips, the warmth of her tongue was wondrous as he pushed his cock inside her mouth. Cockweasel moaned in bliss, he had never had a blowjob and the fact it was from such a beautiful and powerful human who had always tormented him made it all the more sweet. Never mind the fact she was passed out. The goblin sat up, crouching over Valeria’s face as he fed more of his cock into her warm mouth.

“Cockweasel likes!” he grunted, slowly pumping his cock in and out of her mouth, barely noticing the occasional scrape from her teeth as he slowly fucked her mouth. Keeping his cock buried in her mouth, Cockweasel turned around, tilting Valeria’s head backwards and opening her throat. He reached out and took hold of her big jiggling tits for leverage and really started to pump, fucking her face.

“Yes!” he groaned as his cock plunged in and out of her mouth, he was not quite big enough to go into her throat, but it felt wonderful, his balls banging on her nose as he rooted her lovely mouth. Cockweasel picked up the pace, really going to town, using his unconscious tormentor to satisfy his lust. Suddenly the little goblin groaned and his cock burst, cum shooting from his cock and filling Valeria’s mouth. He plunged himself deep into her mouth and his hands gripped tightly on her big tits as he orgasmed, his slimy green spunk pouring from the corners of Valeria’s mouth.

The unconscious enchantress started to choke on her slave’s cock and Cockweasel felt her teeth bite into his still pulsing organ. The goblin quickly jerked backwards, yanking his cock free as the sorceress started to cough and splutter. She looked as though she was still unconscious, but Cockweasel didn’t intend to stick around and find out. He’d crossed a very dangerous line and knew that if he were still around when Valeria awakened she’d probably turn him into a toad - - or worse.

Cockweasel wiped his grubby cock with a handful of Valeria’s shiny black hair and then hurriedly fled the room, slamming the door shut behind him. He had to get the fuck out of there before she awoke. Running as fast as he could, the little goblin almost tumbled down the stairs, taking them two or three at a time, as fast as his stubby legs could manage.

Cockweasel was almost at the bottom when he crashed into something, there was a loud metallic clang and the goblin feel back onto the stairs in a daze.

He looked up in horror to see a tall figure in front of him, dressing in shiny silver armor that gleamed with a dangerously holy light. In the knight’s hand was a long, vicious looking sword. Cockweasel looked up in fright as the sword ominously raised in his direction.

“Bugger!” swore Cockweasel softly. Now he was screwed.

CHAPTER TWO

The pale blue eyes that Cockweasel could see through the eye-slit of the knights helm narrowed slightly as the knight’s sword drew back for the deathblow.

“Wait!” squealed Cockweasel, holding his hands up protectively, although he knew they would do little to stop the imminent attack. “Don’t kill me! I stopped the sorceress! I’m not a bad guy!” he shrieked, desperately pleading for his miserable life.

The knight seemed to hesitate so Cockweasel continued, “I’m innocent!” The goblin’s mind raced, trying to think of something that would save his life. “I only came here cause the sorceress enslaved my family, I’ve killed her. You’ve got to save me!” as far as he knew Valeria had choked on his cum so he may be telling at least some truth.

The knight reached up and opened the visor of her helmet. To Cockweasel’s shock the knight was a female. And a remarkably beautiful one at that. A few stray locks of golden hair that hung from her helm framed her finely featured face.

“You’re a woman!” blurted Cockweasel in surprise.

“The sorceress is dead?” said the knight, ignoring Cockweasel’s comment.

“Y - - yes,” Cockweasel said in a stammer, trying to look as scared as he could.

The knight’s pretty eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re not one of Valeria the Black’s minions?” she demanded.

Cockweasel hurried shook his head. “No, not me. I’d never serve that black-hearted bitch. You’ve got to help me get out of here!”

After a moment’s consideration, the knight seemed to accept his word. “Follow me,” she instructed, closing the front of her helm once again and starting down the steps. Cockweasel hurried after her as fast as his short legs would carry him.

They reached the bottom of the tower and stepped out into the night. The knight had a powerful looking, pure white warhorse waiting and she mounted up.

“You’re free goblin,” she told him. “I thank you for saving me the task of dispatching the vile sorceress myself.”

Cockweasel looked around at the wilderness slightly nervously. Valeria had told him the land was very perilous, filled with dangerous wild animals and even more dangerous men. It had probably been just stories to discourage him from attempting to escape, but the idea of venturing alone into the night didn’t sit too well with the little goblin.

“You’re not going to leave me alone are you?” he said to the knight, trying to look as pathetic as possible.

“You can’t come with me,” the knight said. “I travel back to my King in Alastriel City.”

“Please!” begged Cockweasel, falling to his knees and clenching his hands together pleadingly. “I’ll die out here. Let me travel with you.” The knight glared down at him from behind her helm. “I can be your servant, please I’ll do anything. Just don’t leave me out here to die!”

“Very well,” the knight said at last. She reached down and offered her hand to the pitiful little creature. Cockweasel took hold of her steel gauntlet as she lifted him up behind her, onto the back of her white warhorse.

“Thank you Master,” Cockweasel gratefully told her as he gripped the sides of her steel breastplate fearfully. He’d never been on horseback before and it looked like a long way down if he fell.

“Gwyneth,” the knight corrected him as she spurred her steed into motion. “Lady Gwyneth d’Lambert, paladin of the Holy Church of Alastriel.”

“Cockweasel’s my name, Lady Gwyneth” the goblin replied.

“Codweasel?” she repeated as they rode away from the Tower of Doom.

“Cockweasel.”

“Oh,” she replied. “Well Cockweasel, my camp is an hour’s ride from here, we should reach it just before midnight.”

“Ow!” Cockweasel said suddenly.

“What is it?” Gwyneth asked, a tone of concern in her voice that Cockweasel had never heard from Valeria.

“Just your armor is sharp,” he replied, doing his best to cling to her back as they rode at a gallop away from the tower.

“It’s not for long,” the beautiful paladin assured him. They rode on in silence to where Gwyneth had made camp. By the time they reached it Cockweasel, unaccustomed to riding, was in agony, his legs aching from straddling the horse and his body bruised from clinging tightly to the armored knight. The camp consisted of little more than a fire and bedroll, but Cockweasel was very grateful to finally reach it.

“I’ll take the first watch,” Gwyneth said as she dismounted and helped the goblin down from the horse. “You get some sleep. You must be exhausted.”

Cockweasel didn’t argue. He practically collapsed onto the bedroll and within seconds was snoring loudly, the evening’s excitement having drained him completely.

Gwyneth paused a moment to watch the sleeping creature. He was a strange one that was for sure. Most goblins Gwyneth had come across were vile little monsters, showing little intelligence, usually either fleeing from her or attacking her. Cockweasel seemed smarter than those she had met, and the fact he had actually slain the sorceress suggested she had also been taken by surprise by his intelligence.

The paladin unsaddled and brushed down her warhorse as Cockweasel snored loudly on her bedroll. She then got out of her heavy armor and into a loose tunic and pants. As she sat down by the rapidly dwindling fire she glanced over at Cockweasel. He must be having a good dream, as his little green penis was fully erect, poking up from under his meager loincloth.

Gwyneth blushed slightly and looked away. They would have to do something about his clothing if she was going to take him through any towns. Creatures such as goblins and orcs, although not exactly liked, were accepted in most towns and not all that uncommon. The kingdom had a wide assortment of cultures and races and when visiting a town you could bump into anything from a goblin, to a majestic elf, to a stout dwarf or even on rare occasions a rough looking troll or ogre. So long as they didn’t cause any trouble most races were accepted in the cities of the kingdom.

Gwyneth decided to give Cockweasel a little extra sleep and waited until only a couple hours before dawn to wake the sleeping goblin. “Your turn on watch,” she whispered as she shook him awake.

Cockweasel woke up with a start. “Huh?” he said as he looked up at the pretty woman through bleary sleep-filled eyes. Without her armor on Gwyneth looked even more beautiful. She had long golden blonde hair that stretched midway down her back, and although her loose clothing disguised it she had a slim, fit body.

“You take the watch now,” Gwyneth repeated. “Wake me at sunrise.”

Cockweasel nodded as the knight lay down on the bedroll and closed her eyes. He went over and stirred up the last ashes of the fire and crouched down beside it. He could hardly believe he was free of the wicked Valeria at last. It had been quite a night. Cockweasel briefly wondered on the fate of the sorceress. Was she even alive? If she was Cockweasel would have loved to see the expression on her face when she woke up with a mouthful of his cum. Actually on second thoughts perhaps he’d rather not be around.

The goblin glanced over at his savior. Gwyneth looked very peaceful, lying on her side and sleeping soundly. Cockweasel couldn’t help but admire the womanly curve of her waist and the gentle rise and fall of what looked like a rather generous bosom. It had been hard to tell under all that steel she wore, but she was actually a very sexy woman.

Licking his lips, Cockweasel quietly moved closer to Gwyneth, the sleeping paladin didn’t stir as he crouched down at her side. Cockweasel studied her peaceful face for a moment and then reached out and stroked the back of his rough knuckles across her soft cheek. Gwyneth murmured softly in her sleep but didn’t awaken. Feeling a little bolder, Cockweasel traced one fingertip around her full lips, being careful not to scrape her with his sharp fingernail. As he touched her mouth he couldn’t help but remember the fun he had with his former Master, Valeria. His cock stiffened slightly.

As much as he would have loved to have felt her warm mouth around his penis, Cockweasel knew that Gywneth’s sleep was not deep enough for him to get away with something like that. Instead, he gently traced his finger over the swell of her right breast. Her tits seemed big, perhaps as large as Valeria’s. Eager to explore further, Cockweasel carefully hooked his finger into the collar of the slumbering knight’s tunic. He pulled it out from her body so that he could peek down the front. Valeria’s breasts were bare beneath, rising and falling as she slept. Cockweasel could not help but omit a moan as he gazed upon her large naked breasts. They looked so warm and soft, topped by pink nipples that Cockweasel wished he could suck on as he had with Valeria’s.

Pushing his luck to the limit, Cockweasel pulled her clothing out further and slipped his other hand down inside the front of her tunic. He moaned as his cool hand closed over one of Gwyneth’s ample breasts, the firm mound more than filling his palm. She’s not quite as busty as Valeria, but very close, Cockweasel decided as he cautiously gave her tit a squeeze. The lecherous goblin slid his hand over to Gwyneth’s other tit, cupping it in his palm and feeling it’s warmth.

“Nice,” he whispered softly as he squeezed her other boob.

“Mmm,” Valeria moaned sharply in her sleep and Cockweasel jerked his hand out of her top, almost knocking her chin in the process. He released her tunic and scurried back to the fire, if she woke and found his feeling her up he didn’t like to think what would happen.

Cockweasel rubbed his throbbing crotch and shuffled closer to the fire. Perhaps another time he would have a better opportunity to explore the pretty blonde knight.

Cockweasel lay down on his side and closed his eyes, just wanting to rest his heavy eyelids for a moment. When he opened his eyes again Lady Gwyneth was towering above him.

“Fall asleep on guard duty?” she asked him. As she stepped aside the sunlight she had been blocking streamed down onto Cockweasel’s eyes, blinding him momentarily as he struggled to adjust to the bright light. Goblin’s at the best of times preferred the dark, and the sudden shock of bright light gave Cockweasel an immediate pounding headache.

“Come on, get up,” Gwyneth urged him as she finished saddling up her horse. “We’re moving out. I want to reach the village of Crompton by evening and thanks to you we’re already an hour behind schedule.”

Cockweasel grunted as he sat up. He glanced down at his grubby loincloth and saw that he had morning wood as usual, his grubby green cock poking out from the even dirtier piece of material he wore. He looked over at Valeria and saw her preparing to don her heavy steel armor, Cockweasel winced at the memory of the sharp hard steel rubbing against him as they rode.

“Do you have to wear that?” he asked with a grimace.

Gwyneth turned to him in surprise, “My armor?”

“Yeah, it hurts me when we ride.”

Gwyneth considered for a moment, “I guess I can leave it off for now, till we get you a horse anyway. We should be able to buy one in Crompton.”

“That’d be great,” Cockweasel eagerly thanked her.

Instead of getting into her armor she strapped it into the saddlebags of her warhorse and mounted up. Gywneth then reached down and helped Cockweasel up behind her. The little goblin hugged close to her, no longer hindered by her metal armor. Gwyneth frowned as she felt something hard poking into her posterior from behind.

“What’s that poking me?” she asked in discomfort.

“Erm - - ” Cockweasel sounded a little abashed. “Morning wood,” he said in a muffled tone.

“Oh,” replied Gwyneth, a little embarrassed herself now as well.

The paladin spurred her horse on its way as Cockweasel snuggled in behind her, grinding his hard cock into her ass a little. Gwyneth almost wished she had worn her armor after all, and briefly wondered if the horny little goblin had an ulterior motive when he suggested she didn’t wear it.

They rode for several hours without rest, Cockweasel remained pushed up against Gwyneth from behind, hugging her tightly as his cock nestled soundly between her firm buttocks, insinuating itself nicely into the crack of her ass and remaining hard. The goblin imagined what Gwyneth must look like from the front, her heavy tits unrestrained by armor and no doubt jiggling delightfully. Unable to help himself, as the mental image of the knight’s breasts entered his mind, one of his hands stole up from around her waist and cupped Gwyneth’s ample right breast through her loose tunic. The paladin didn’t notice the grope at first, but when Cockweasel gave the large melon a squeeze, Gwyneth gasped in surprise. She looked down to see his green hand clenched over her tit and she immediately pried his hand free.

Gwyneth reined in the horse at that point and dismounted.

“Time for a rest break,” she told him, her gaze not meeting his eyes.

After a short break they remounted and continued on their way. They had gone less than a mile when once again Cockweasel’s grubby little hand stole up and closed over Gwyneth's heavy breast. The paladin clenched her teeth to suppress her anger and immediately peeled his hand off and brought it back to her waist. Cockweasel moaned a little and nestled his crotch harder in against Gwyneth’s shapely ass, letting the motion of the horse grind him against her.

For the rest of the afternoon, every half an hour or so Cockweasel’s busy little hand would find its way back up to Gwyneth’s boobs, and every time she would pry his hand away. Finally, on about the tenth time she gave up and just let the horny goblin squeeze her breast. For the last hour of their journey both of Cockweasel’s hands were closed over Gwyneth’s tits, squeezing and kneading at the abundant melons whilst the noble paladin did her best to ignore them. The sooner they got Cockweasel his own horse, the better!

The odd pair of traveling companions reached Crompton just before dusk. Lady Gwyneth gratefully pulled her goblin travel companion’s hands from her bosom and dismounted.

“Let’s get you sorted for some clothes before we find an inn to spend the night,” she told Cockweasel as she helped him down from the horses back. As soon as Cockweasel’s feet hit the dirt he started to rub his aching inner thighs and balls.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!” he yelped. Gwyneth couldn’t help but smile at his display, at least she wasn’t the only one who had found the journey uncomfortable.

“Come on,” she said impatiently, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him in the direction of the tailor’s shop.

“What can I do for you m’Lady?” asked the tailor politely as they entered his shop. The tailor was a tall, very skinny man with a large bulbous nose and a bushy moustache.

“We’re after some clothing,” Gwyneth said, she gestured down towards Cockweasel. “For him.”

The tailor noticed Cockweasel for the first time and looked down at him. When he saw that Gwyneth was referring to a goblin his face immediately showed distaste. “Oh,” he said in surprise, his expression made him look like he had just taken a bite from a very sour lemon. “A Goblin. Well I’m not sure if we have anything for his kind.”

Gwyneth ignored the man’s obvious revulsion. “Anything will do, as you can see he’s not exactly dressed to travel through towns.”

The tailor nodded, staring down his nose at Cockweasel. The little goblin scowled up at the tailor, the man’s disgust not unnoticed. Cockweasel reached up and picked his nose, just to piss the rude tailor off further.

“Well,” the tailor sighed, deciding he wanted the pair out of his shop as quickly as possible. “I think I have some children’s clothing around somewhere that should fit.”

“Anything will be fine,” Gwyneth agreed, giving the man the most winning smile she could muster under the circumstances.

The tailor gave a curt nod and then moved over to a pile of clothes stacked up in a dusty corner of the shop. He searched through the pile for a few minutes before pulling out a pair of bright red pantaloons and a fluffy white blouse that looked like it was made for a little girl.

“Is that all you have?” Cockweasel said, eyeing up the clothing dubiously.

The tailor ignored the goblin and handed the clothing to Gwyneth.

“Thank you,” Gwyneth replied. “That will do just fine.”

She passed the clothing down to Cockweasel and at her instruction the grubby little goblin tried them on. He stripped off his loincloth and Gwyneth immediately averted her eyes from the thick green penis that hung between his legs. Although quite small compared to a fully-grown man, it seemed bigger attached to his small body.

Cockweasel pulled on the red pants and white blouse, scowling the whole time. Once he was fully dressed he noisily cleared his throat and Gwyneth turned to look at him.

The busty paladin had to stifle a laugh as she looked at the little goblin. He looked quite comical in the children’s clothes. The bright pants came down to just below his knees and looked quite tight around the crotch. The white blouse had a fluffy lace collar that pointed up around his ears and he had only half buttoned it up, leaving his green chest sticking out.

“I look like a friggin’ elf!” he complained.

Gwyneth smiled at her new companion. “You look very handsome,” she assured him.

Cockweasel glowered at her, biting his bottom lip as he failed to think of a clever retort.

Gwyneth scooped up his grubby loincloth and handed it to the tailor. “Take care of this will you good tailor,” she said as she once again took Cockweasel by the hand and led him from the shop as if he was a child.

The tailor gingerly gripped the filthy loincloth between his thumb and finger, “I think I’ll burn it,” he said in a half-whisper as they left his shop.

Gwyneth led Cockweasel to the large tavern that was right in the center of the village of Crompton. Had Cockweasel been able to read he would have seen the sign above the door read The Tavern of the Laughing Dog.

Inside it was rather busy. About two dozen travelers and local farmers were all enjoying either a hot meal or a cold ale. There were four buxom serving wenches that circulated the common room, each with a large jug filled with ale that they used to refill the men’s mugs. Every so often one of the men would give the serving girls a swat across the ass or even a pinch, and they actually spent more time dodging groping hands than pouring ale.

Gwyneth approached the bar, where a portly, balding man dressed in a grubby white apron was serving drinks. As the lovely knight came closer he gave her a warm grin. “Evening ma’am, a room for yourself and your son?” he asked. He leant over the bar with a big smile, intended for Gwyneth’s son. When he caught sight of not a human boy, but an ugly little goblin his face paled. “Oh,” was all he said.

“Yes,” Gwyneth said. “Me and my traveling companion will have a room. Two beds please,” she added that very firmly.

“Of course,” the barman said, inclining his head.

“And some hot food please,” Gwyneth added. She’d been on the trail of Valeria the Black for several weeks and it felt like an eternity since she’d last had a proper meal.

“Take a seat and I’ll have one of the girls bring it over,” the barman said, gracing Gwyneth with a friendly smile and Cockweasel with a threatening scowl.

As Gwyneth led her goblin companion to the table that the barman had pointed to, Cockweasel passed one of the serving girls, reaching up and slapping her on the bottom as she past, much as he had seen the other men do. The serving girl, giggled playfully and turned towards Cockweasel, expecting to see one of the local men there. When she saw Cockweasel grinning up at her, his pointy yellow teeth bared she immediately gasped.

“Little pervert!” she snapped, spinning around and headed towards the bar.

Cockweasel grinned and then followed Gwyneth to their table. Perhaps life outside Valeria’s tower was going to be better than he’d first thought.

Once they had taken their seats, the serving wench who Cockweasel had slapped brought over two bowls of steaming beef stew. As she set the bowls down on the table, Cockweasel’s eyes went wide, the bodice of the woman’s dress was very low cut and her plump breasts were all but bared for his eyes to feast on. Almost without thought he reached out and squeezed one of her big tits through her dress.

“Ah!” she yelped in surprise, pulling backwards and almost knocking over Gwyneth’s stew. “Keep your hands to yourself you little monster!”

Gwyneth shot Cockweasel an annoyed stare as the barmaid rushed off. “You can’t just go around grabbing people like that!” she angrily told him, remembering the way he had felt her up whilst they traveled.

“Sorry,” Cockweasel did his best to look abashed.

“Now that you’re in civilization you need to keep your hands to yourself. You shouldn’t just touch people like that without permission,” Gwyneth explained.

She had been about to continue her scolding when they were interrupted by a farmer sitting down at their table. They both looked at the intruder in surprise and saw that he was weeping.

“What is it sir?” Gwyneth asked, her voice filled with concern.

Cockweasel had been about to tell the man to fuck off, but he bit his lip when he saw Lady Gwyneth was obviously not upset at the interruption.

“Is that your horse outside?” he asked Gwyneth, “The one with the armor?” The man sounded upset and desperate.

“Yes,” Gwyneth replied hesitantly, not sure where this was leading.

“You’re a warrior?” the man asked.

“Lady Gwyneth d’Lambert, paladin of the Holy Church of Alastriel.”

“Oh thank God!” the man almost gasped with relief. “It’s my daughter. They’ve taken my daughter! You’ve got to save her! I don’t know who else I can turn to. Please help me!”

“Slow down,” Gwyneth said, “who’s taken your daughter?”

“Ogres!” the man exclaimed fearfully.

“Ogres?” Cockweasel blurted in surprise. They’d always scared the shit out of him.

Gwyneth place a hand reassuringly over his. “We will help you,” she assured him.

“We?” Cockweasel gulped.