The Goblin And The Paladin Chapter 3

The Goblin and The Paladin by GeorgeTasker

CHAPTER THREE

Foulfang gave a cry of surprise as he landed face first in the two foot deep stream, it was just deep enough to avoid his face hitting the rock at the bottom. Before he had a chance to stop himself the stream washed him headfirst down into the hole. His left shoulder was smashed jarringly into the rocks around the edge of the gap and then he found himself jammed into the hole. His head, shoulders and upper body sticking downwards, overlooking a much deeper river in the darkness below, his legs still in the stream above, jammed in place by his over-sized belly.

Gwendalyn glanced back around the corner to see the two guards struggling with the broken lock that Cockweasel had left behind. She could hear shouts from further back near the back section of the cave that suggested more orcs were on their way. She swore under her breath and hurried back to where Foulfang was jammed into the hole.

"Help me push," she said to Cockweasel, jumping down into the stream behind the orc’s back half.

The two of them reluctantly pressed their hands against Foulfang's prodigious posterior and shoved with all their might.

It only took the single push. All at once Foulfang popped free and was thrown into the open gulf of darkness below. Propelled by the momentum of their push and the speed the orc came free both Gwendalyn and Cockweasel followed, the latter yelping in surprise as he fell through the hole and into the darkness.

They landed in the fast moving river bellow with three splashes in quick succession. Gwendalyn reached out and managed to grab a handful of Foulfang's tunic collar as they were immediately washed downstream by the rapid current.

With the orc frantically struggling, Gwendalyn struggled to keep Foulfang's head above water as they were swept downstream. The shouts of the orcs above quickly vanished as they were carried away by the river.

It felt like hours but was probably only minutes as they were washed along by the river. Several times waves of pain shot through Cockweasel's body as he was slammed against the rock walls or hit other debris floating in the cold river.

"Light!" he heard Gwendalyn's shout from not too far away. Sure enough he saw a dull glow from further downstream.

Moments later Cockweasel was swimming for the edge of the river where there was a small beach of sand. They had been swept along the underground river into a vast cavern where the river widened and slowed. The light that Gwendalyn had seen was coming from the roof of the cavern which let off a dim, blue-white glow. Cockweasel had no idea what caused the glow but it didn't look too natural to him.

"Are you okay?" asked Gwendalyn as he reached the shore. Beside her the orc Foulfang was coughing and hacking up all the water he'd swallowed during their unplanned river ride.

"I'll be fine," replied Cockweasel, breathing heavily. He was exhausted from the effort of struggling to keep his head above water and sore from the battering he'd taken against the rocks on way through.

"Nice rescue," remarked Foulfang sarcastically once he'd cleared most of water from his throat and lungs.

"It didn't exactly go to plan," admitted Gwendalyn. She was still dressed in the ultra skimpy brown smock that Cockweasel had taken from the nymph. The dress had been very revealing initially, but now it was soaking wet and clung to the blonde's phenomenal curves like a second skin, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Her ample chest rose and fell as she breathed rapidly, each expansive breath causing her bosom to swell out mind-bogglingly, her hard nipples clearly visible through the wet fabric as well.

"Why did you save me anyway?" asked the orc with a note of suspicion.

"We learnt of your intention to change sides," explained Gwendalyn. "The knowledge you can give our armies will be invaluable in the war."

The fat orc opened his mouth to reply when a spear suddenly appeared right in front of his face. Lady Gwendalyn reached for her non-existent sword and within seconds they were surrounded.

Their attackers were elves all female. Slender with the pointed ears typical of the elves, only these elves had black skin, so dark it had almost bluish sheen to it (which could have been due to the strange lighting from the cavern ceiling). They were dark elves, otherwise known as drow.

There were six drow, all armed with long spears, tipped with leaf-shaped blades. They wore tight fitting black leather armour that clung to their athletic bodies. Interestingly from Cockweasel's perspective was the way the front of the elves leather vests all gaped open, displaying plenty of cleavage. None were quite as well endowed as Gwendalyn, but there was still plenty of boobage for his viewing pleasure. Not the most practical armour for battle perhaps, but if he'd been fighting them he would have been distracted.

"We don't mean any harm," said Gwendalyn, holding her hands up and trying to show she was unarmed. "We're just passing through."

"Come with us," said one of the drow, gesturing with the dangerous looking tip of her spear for them to proceed up the beach towards the tunnel on the cavern wall ahead of them.

"Such a nice rescue," Foulfang muttered under his breath as the three of them were marched at spear point up towards the tunnel.

They went through and followed its length for a couple of hundred meters until it opened out into another cavern where the roof was also lit by the strange azure glow. Inside this cavern was small village made up of several buildings carefully crafted from stone. They were forced through down to the centre of the buildings where another dozen drow were waiting.

The group were again all female. At the front of the group was the apparent leader of the village, a tall buxom dark elf holding a gnarled staff of dark ebony wood. She was wearing a gown of white, unlike the rest of the drow who were all dressed in black leather armour. The gown was long, falling all the way to her feet, but was slit up one side revealing her long, slender leg. Like the leather vests, the front of the gown gaped open wide, the neckline plunging all the way to her waist displaying a good portion of her generously rounded breasts and coming very close to exposing her dark nipples.

"We found these three down at the river Mistress Vilestra," said the same drow who'd spoken at the riverbank.

The leader of the elves slowly looked at the three prisoners. She then pointed to Foulfang. "He looks strong enough for breeding stock," she announcing, eying the orc’s podgy body somewhat critically.

Kum was surprised at this, he'd heard of drows and orcs mating before, usually as a result of the orc raping a drow, never the other way around. The resulting offspring were known as dorcs. The dorcs were dark skinned like the drow, but possessed the thicker, stockier figure of their orcish genes. They weren't the smartest, even by orc standards and were mostly used for physical labour in slave camps.

Vilestra then pointed to Gwendalyn. "You are female and therefore no use to us. You will be sacrificed to the Goddess Kalysa."he S turned to the leather armoured drow who'd brought them up from the river. "Secure her at the altar, the ceremony will be tomorrow at dawn."

Cockweasel swallowed, that didn't sound good, he thought to himself. He also wondered when dawn was in this underground lair. He immediately stopped worrying about that when the drow leader turned her attention to him.

"You," she said, squinting slightly as she gazed thoughtfully at the nervous goblin. "You I'll find a use for. Have him taken to my quarters."

Cockweasel sighed with relief when he realised he wasn't going to be sacrificed as well. He hoped that she would use him for breeding stock too actually.

All three of them were dragged off in different directions by the Amazon-like warriors. Foulfang was taken at spear point to a nearby stone building and led inside. He was stripped of his clothing and thrown into a room that was completely empty other than a wooden chair that had a red velvet cushion on it. Behind him the door was slammed shut and locked.

He glanced nervously about, feeling rather vulnerable without any clothing. He was definitely alone. There were two windows in the room which let in a little light, but it was still quite dark. The windows were small, definitely not big enough for him to climb through.

"Stupid rescue," he grumble, although with the cushioned chair he had to admit that this cell was better furnished than the previous one. With a sigh he sat down on the chair and waited.

He didn't have to wait long. About a minute later he jumped slightly on the chair as there was the noisy clunk of the door being unlocked. Foulfang looked up nervously as it opened.

The drow that entered was completely naked. And stunningly beautiful.

She was not one that Foulfang had seen before during his short time in the underground village, presumably one of their breeding stock as well. She was tall and slender, although her hips were curvy and her breasts full and firm. The dark elf's skin was jet black, contrasting sharply with her long, snowy white hair. Her body was hairless, her pubic mound bare.

Foulfang swallowed, not sure if he was nervous or excited by the sight of the naked dark elf he had been chosen to mate with.

***

Whilst Foulfang was being about to be mated by a busty drow, Cockweasel was being put to work by a busty drow. If the goblin had known he'd have switches places in a heartbeat.

The leader of the drow, Mistress Vilestra had informed Cockweasel that he was to become her house slave. She already had him scrubbing the floor of the large stone building that served as her quarters. Cockweasel was immediately reminded of the many years he'd served as a slave to a sorceress before he met Lady Gwendalyn. He had no intention of returning to that thankless lifestyle.

"Get me some wine goblin!" snapped the drow. She was sitting at a desk reaching through some parchments while Cockweasel scrubbed the floor. At her command he hurried to the room next door which was a small kitchen area and grabbed a large stone jug that was filled with dark red wine.

Cockweasel hurried back to his new mistress, struggling a little to balance the heavy jug. He tipped the large jug, splashing wine into the silver goblet on the table in front of the buxom drow leader. He must have poured a little too quickly however, as the goblet was tipped over by the force of the liquid and the red wine splashed down over front of Vilestra's pure white gown.

The drow gasped in surprise as the front and lap of her dress was suddenly drenched in the red alcohol.

"You stupid little creature!" she gasped in horror.

Cockweasel paled in surprise, wondering how annoyed she would get with him. He’d suffered plenty of torturous punishments at the hands of his previous mistress.

"Sorry!" he blurted hurriedly as he grabbed a cloth rag and began to dab at Vilestra's lap, trying to soak up as much of the wine as he could. Unfortunately her dress was pure white and there was no way to get rid of the red stains.

Cockweasel didn't let that put him off however. He desperately rubbed the pretty drow's legs through her soaked dress, then moved the rag further up over the wine stains. When he reached her chest he suddenly found himself pressing the rag to the elf’s ample breasts. The large orbs felt incredibly warm and soft against his rag filled hand and the horny goblin abruptly forget what he was doing. Somehow in amongst his cleaning of Vilestra's dress he dropped the rag and started using both hands to clean the stained material that covered her mountainous chest. Cockweasel gave a small moan as he squeezed the drow’s big black boobs through her dress. The coolness of the wine had made her nipples stand up and they felt like hard buds against his palms.

Suddenly the groping goblin froze, his fingers sunk into the soft flesh of the dark elf's tits. Resting against his inner thigh was the cool steel length of Vilestra's long bladed dagger.

"You're quite a nuisance goblin," she said dangerously. Cockweasel's hands immediately stopped their fondling and dropped down away from her bosom. "I think it might be best if my new slave was a eunuch."

Cockweasel had no idea what a eunuch was, but it didn't sound promising. Almost without thinking he picked up the wine jug. Vilestra obviously didn't consider him a threat as she didn't react at his movement. Before she could correct her mistake Cockweasel shattered the heavy jug over the side of the dark elf's head.

Mistress Vilestra went down like a sack of potatoes. She fell back sideways off her chair and slumped to the floor, completely knocked out.

"This seems a little familiar," muttered Cockweasel as he pushed away the fallen chair and bent over the drow's unconscious body to check if she was alive or dead.

***

"You need to be hard," snapped the nude dark elf, standing directly in front of where Foulfang still sat on the velvet cushioned chair. Her legs were apart and the orc could clearly see the lips of her sex, glistening and slightly moist already.

"You could suck it?" suggested Foulfang with a slight smirk.

The dark elf's face twisted up in disgust at his suggestion. "Do you not find me attractive?" she asked him, ignoring his comment.

"You've got nice tits," replied the orc with a shrug.

The dark elf seemed to accept that as a compliment and moved forward, straddling Foulfang as he sat on the chair. She ran her hands seductively up her sides and cupped and squeezed her own tits, pinching on the nipples. She then lowered herself down onto Kum's lap and slipped her soft hands between his legs, taking hold of his flaccid penis. As she started to stroke his cock in her cool hands, she leant forward and pressed her ample breasts into the orc’s face, smothering his snout in her cleavage.

Foulfang apparently liked this. His hands moved up and grabbed the sides of the drow's big tits, squeezing them and pressing them harder against his face. His tongue came out and licked up the length of her deep cleavage, his protruding fangs scraping slightly against the soft flesh of her boobs.

***

Cockweasel looked down thoughtfully at the prone body of the dark elf leader. Through the open front of her white gown he could see a considerable portion of her sizeable tits. The mountainous orbs thrust up from her chest aching to be touched.

"This is very familiar," Cockweasel murmured to himself as he reached down and grabbed a gown covered tit in each hand. He gave the firm melons a squeeze as he considered his options.

"I'll have to escape," he said, planning out loud. He massaged the unconscious drow’s firm breasts through her dress as he plotted. "If she wakes up my life won't be worth shit."

The goblin slipped his hands inside the front of the dark elf’s dress where he cupped and squeezed her warm, bare breasts. They felt wonderfully smooth beneath his groping fingers.

"I guess I should try and save Gwendalyn and the orc as well," he decided, fondling as he spoke.

He looked down thoughtfully, studying the beautiful drow's unconscious face. Her lips were full and pouty, jet black in colour but inviting all the same. In Cockweasel's opinion a mouth like that was made for cocksucking.

"But there's no hurry really," he noted, his hands down inside the front of Vilestra's dress pinching roughly on her nipples.

***

Foulfang's cock was now hard in the drow's soft hand as she stroked his length rapidly. The orc was now sucking on one of her hard nipples, one of his hands squeezing eagerly on the untended breast, the other cupping her firm right buttock.

The elf apparently decided that he was hard enough. She moved forward, lifting herself up from where she was sitting on Foulfang's knee. She gave his hard erection a firm squeeze as she lined the head of his cock up with the now dripping wet entrance to her sex.

She gave a long groan of pleasure as she sunk down onto the orc's thick cock, letting his rock hard shaft slide up inside her.

"Oh fucking hell!" groaned Foulfang, letting the tip of the drow's heavy breast slip from his mouth. Both of his hands moved to grab at her buttocks as the dark skinned elf slowly started to move up and down on his cock. Kum thrust his cock upwards to meet her bounces and his hands squeezed tightly on her firm ass, his fingers sinking into the flesh of her buttocks as he pulled her down against him.

The orc gave a snort of pleasure through his pig-like snout and he suddenly stood up off the velvet cushioned chair. He still held the slender dark elf, his hands cupping her ass and holding her against him, his cock impaled in her vagina. Kum Foulfang gave another lustful grunt as he went to his knees and then lowered the drow to the floor so that he was on top of her, now able to control the speed of their fucking himself.

The dark elf breeder wrapped her long black legs around Foulfang as he started to pump on top of her, his hard cock sliding rapidly in and out of her cunt with lust-filled abandon.

***

Meanwhile Cockweasel was starting to enjoy his time in the drow village as well.

He was now kneeling over the unconscious drow matron's face, his green erection hovering over her beautiful visage and his bare buttocks resting on her bosom.

"Who's the stupid one now then?" he said, smirking down at the beautiful drow. Cockweasel held his cock by the base and waved it up and down, the head of his penis slapping against her dark, pouting lips. "Open wide bitch!" he said, grabbing a handful of her hair and lifting her head up off the stone floor. At the same time he pushed forward, sliding his hard cock between Vilestra's full lips and into her mouth.

"Oh yeah!" he groaned, moving both his hands to the back of the dark elf's head and pulled her against his crotch. It felt fantastic to shove his cock in between the drow's haughty lips.

Cockweasel began to push and pull on the dark elf's head, sliding her mouth back and forth along the length of his cock. Each time he pulled her in towards him he pumped his hips forward and jammed his cock deep into her throat, loving the way his cock felt as it slid along her tongue and pushed against her tonsils.

He moved her head faster and faster over his cock, using her mouth like he would a fist for masturbating. Unlike the blowjob Gwendalyn had given him where she was actively sucking on his penis, the drow's lips were slack around his cock and therefore not as pleasurable. After a couple of minutes of drilling her mouth, Cockweasel decided he needed a different hole to shove himself into.

***

"The goddess is gonna love you," said the dark elf Kalysa as she finished tying the ropes around Gwendalyn's ankles. As she stood up she ran her hand up the side of Gwendalyn's long, sleek leg, right up to her hip, just under the hem of her undersized brown smock.

"We don't mean you any harm, we're just passing through," said Gwendalyn, repeating her earlier plea to equally useless results. The drow had tied her to an altar on a rocky outcropping several meters above the underground village. Her hands were bound outstretched with thick rope.

"I'll see you tomorrow at dawn," replied Kalysa, ignoring the paladin's plea. She slipped her hand out from under the hem of Gwendalyn's smock, her fingertips tracing through the blonde curls of the human's pubic hair as she stepped away.

Gwendalyn slumped back helplessly against the stone altar as the dark elf walked away. She tugged at her bound hands but found no give in the ropes. Things were looking hopeless.

***

"Oh fuck yeah!" Cockweasel the goblin gave a long groan of pleasure as he slid his cock into the tight pussy of Mistress Vilestra. Her white gown was bunch up around her hips and her long black legs spread wide, his green posterior bouncing between them as he started to fuck her.

The goblin had pulled open the front of her dress and had a firm ebony boob in each hand, his fingers squeezing into the ample flesh as he thrust himself between her legs, his cock eagerly jack-hammering her cunt.

Cockweasel leant over and sucked a hard nipple between his lips, sliding his tongue over the smooth round expanse of her bosom. Each thrust of his hips filled the room with the sound of slapping flesh as the goblin thoroughly screwed the beautiful dark elf.

Already turned on from the face fucking he'd given her moments before, Cockweasel knew that he wouldn't last long inside her tight cunt. Of course, with the added danger of her regaining consciousness at any moment that was probably a good thing.

Cockweasel gave a sudden grunt of pleasure as he felt his orgasm approaching. His cock lurched inside her as he thrust deep, his semen shooting up the length of his cock and bursting out, flooding her cunt with his seed.

"Fuck!" he groaned, arching his back and pushing hard into her, letting his cock spurt in climax. He slumped down onto her prone body, burying his head in her cleavage as he caught his breath, enjoying the feeling of her pussy clutching around his pulsing cock.

After a few moments he lifted himself off her, wiping his spent cock on her inner thigh.

"Time to save the day," he said, reaching down and giving her right breast a farewell squeeze.

***

Kum Foulfang hammered his cock between the legs of the drow, pinning her to the floor as he fucked her. He was snorting and grunting like a rutting animal, the powerful thrusts of his loins driving his cock deep inside her.

"Turn over," ordered the dark elf.

Kum gave a small grunt of annoyance, but wasn't silly enough to ruin a good thing. He rolled over onto his back, pulling the slender drow with him, keeping his dick inside her during the entire manoeuvre.

The drow started to ride him, rolling her hips and grinding down on the orc's stiff erection, her eyes closed as she luxuriated in the feel of his thick cock.

Foulfang reached up with both hands and grabbed hold of her heavy, swaying knockers, fondling them as she rode him. He pushed the two large orbs together, lifting them up her chest and squeezing, his fingers sinking into the firm ebony flesh.

"Oh yeah, fuck me!" he groaned, slapping one of her tits and enjoying the way the fleshy melon jiggled above him. He arched his hips up off the stone floor, trying to sink his cock deeper inside her, despite the fact it was already buried to the hilt.

The drow was now rubbing her clit with one hand as she rode him and he mauled and squeezed at her big tits.

Suddenly there was a crash and pieces of shattered wine jug rained down onto where Kum lay beneath the drow.

The dark elf slumped down on top of him, unconscious.

"What the fuck?" growled the orc as he pushed her limp form off him and saw the goblin Cockweasel standing above him, holding the broken handle of a large wine jug in one hand.

"And here I am rescuing you again," announced Cockweasel, looking quite pleased with himself.

"Argh!" growled the orc, covering his uncomfortably stiff cock with both hands as he sat up. "You could've waited till I was done fucking her."

Cockweasel tossed a pile of clothes on a floor next to the frustrated orc. "Get dressed, we've got to go save Lady Gwendalyn before they notice we've escaped."

Kum gave a grumbled and reached for his clothes, glancing regretfully over at the unconscious nude drow beside him.

"Don't worry," said Cockweasel, noticing the orc's lingering glance. "I'll get you laid later on to make up for it."

Once Foulfang was dressed they quickly slipped out of the building and into the main area of the village. There were no dark elves in sight.

"Where is everyone?" whispered Foulfang as he followed Cockweasel across the village.

"I think they're all asleep," replied Cockweasel, also keeping his voice low. "But I don't want to go poking around to make sure."

"Up there," said Kum, pointing high above the buildings.

Cockweasel looked up and saw the stone altar on the ledge overlooking the underground village. There was a rough stone path carved into the wall of the cavern leading up to the altar. "Let's go," he whispered to his orc companion.

They crept quickly across the village, eyes darting around for any sign of the dark elves, but they seemed to be in luck and went unchallenged.

The path up to the altar was narrow, they could only climb single file. At the top the ledge widened around the large stone altar to whatever goddess it was that the drow worshipped. Cockweasel briefly wondered if it was the goddess of love and his thoughts went to Johanna's spectacular ass.

"You escaped?" murmured Gwendalyn in surprise as Cockweasel and Kum came over to where she was tied up.

"Of course!" replied Cockweasel with a grin.

"Untie me and we'll get out of here!" Gwendalyn said with obvious pleasure. She had thought she was doomed to be sacrificed to the drow's evil goddess, not the ideal demise for a holy paladin.

"Feet first," instructed Cockweasel as he and Foulfang hurried over to Gwendalyn's side and crouched down to untie her ankles.

As Foulfang reached for the rope around Gwendalyn's feet, Cockweasel ran his hand up the back of the paladin's calf, feeling the smooth, bare flesh of her leg. Kum glanced up from the knots to see Cockweasel slide his hand up higher to the back of Gwendalyn's creamy thigh.

Kum licked his lips, he was still very horny from having his fuck interrupted by Cockweasel earlier. He slid one hand up Gwendalyn's other sleek leg as his other hand half heartedly tugged at the knots around her ankle.

While Cockweasel casually stroked his hand up and down the back of Gwendalyn's thigh, enjoying the smooth warm feel of her skin, Kum went in for the kill, sliding his hand right up under the back of her brown smock and grabbing her bare ass.

"Ow!" exclaimed Gwnedalyn in surprise as the orc gave her ass a hard squeeze. "The ropes aren't up there!"

"Sorry," mumbled Foulfang, reluctantly pulling his hand out from the back of her dress. He gave the knot around her ankles another tug, with both hands this time and it came loose.

The orc and goblin stood up, each going for a wrist as they untied the last of the ropes that held Gwendalyn on the altar.

Just like at her legs, the two horny rescuers quickly became distracted by her upper body. Within a minute they both had a large tit in one hand and were barely working at the rope around her wrists at all with their other hands. Gwendalyn winced as both her breasts were simultaneously squeezed, pinched and groped by the orc and goblin, her so-called companions.

"The ropes, please boys!" she reminded them, grimacing as Foulfang gave her left nipple a particularly painful twist through the material of her undersized brown smock. Eventually they managed to get her untied, by then Foulfang's hand had returned for several more titty-twisters and Cockweasel was practically humping her thigh, his erection evident as he rubbed against her side.

"Let's hurry," she said, pushing them both off her and rubbing her sore wrists, finally free.

The three of them quickly crept down the narrow stone path, back towards the deserted drow village below.

"Oh fuck," murmured Cockweasel as they were about three quarters of the way down the path.

At his exclamation Gwendalyn looked up. Standing below them, in the centre of the village, was Vilestra, the leader of the drow. She was looking rather dishevelled and very angry. Behind her stood a dozen drow warriors, all armed and armoured.

"Run!" yelled Gwendalyn in alarm. At her cry they started to run down the narrow pathway, and at the same time the mob of dark elves hurried forward to intercept them, swords getting drawn and spears pointing towards the unarmed intruders.

They were nearing the bottom of the path and Gwendalyn immediately saw that the dark elves were going to beat them, meaning they would be trapped. She glanced down and noticed that the closest of the buildings wasn't too far from the edge of the path.

"That roof," she said, pointing to the building about ten feet below them, "jump!"

This time Foulfang didn't need a push, the orc led the way, leaping down off the pathway and landing heavily on the roof of the building, stumbling to his hands and knees. Gwendalyn and Cockweasel were right behind him, leaping onto the building just as the first of the dark elf warrior reached the base of the path.

"Quick!" urged Gwendalyn, lifting the orc to his feet by yanking on his collar. They ran across the rooftop and leapt straight on to the next building, jumping from roof to roof in a desperate attempt to escape.

About half their pursuers continued up the path while the rest doubled back, chasing the fleeing captives from the ground. Fortunately they had a small lead now, leaping off the end building and hitting the ground running, heading straight back down towards the river where they'd been captured in the first place.

Kum Foulfang was leading the way, his fat belly jiggling as he ran for his life. The three of them hurried down to the beach with their armed pursuers right on their heels. Gwendalyn was at the back, her heavy tits bouncing around alarmingly inside her tight dress. If it wasn't for the threat of death Cockweasel would definitely be watching the mind-boggling sight over his shoulder.

"Downstream!" yelled out Gwendalyn as they reached the shore.

The three of them sprinting along the beach, following the edge of the water along the cavern. Gwendalyn could hear the roaring of another waterfall at the far end of the cavern and the water beside them began to pick up pace a little as the cave narrowed again. If they made it to the end of the beach they would be home free.

"Hurry up! They're gaining on us!" she urged her two shorter companions as she glanced back and saw that the angry mob of drow had reached the beach. Cockweasel's stumpy legs were pumping for all he was worth.

They hit the end of the beach and all three stumbled, splashing into the water. The current immediately picked them up and started to sweep them down river, towards the next waterfall.

Gwendalyn made sure to grab hold of Foulfang, "Here we go again."

Cockweasel gave a yell as they were swept down the waterfall, immediately leaving behind the angry mob of dark elves.

To their surprise this waterfall came with a blinding burst of light. As they fell downwards they dropped out of the side of a cliff, falling into the daylight below. They splashed down into the sea, having come out on the coastline, several miles from where they first went underground at the orc encampment.

All three came up gasping for air and they immediately started to swim for the rocky shoreline, Gwendalyn dragging Foulfang behind her and Cockweasel swimming unaided.

Fortunately the current was in their favour. They were swept a few hundred meters south, beyond the high cliffs and then washed up on a stony beach on the incoming tide.

"No dark elves please," murmured Cockweasel as he lay on the stones, gasping for air, his heart still racing from the thrill of the chase. Gwendalyn was lying on her stomach beside him, only half conscious. Her brown dress was up around her waist and her lovely bare ass completely bare, but even that tempting sight was not enough to stir the exhausted goblin into action. The swim had drained all his strength.

On the other side of Gwendalyn was Foulfang, up on his hands and knees coughing up lungfuls of salt water he'd swallowed. "Worst fucking rescue ever!" he gasped, pulling himself up to the top of the beach and then lying back, breathing heavily.

It was late afternoon outside in the open, the sun already on its way down. It took almost half an hour for the three of them to recover somewhat and regain their bearings and by that time it was almost dusk. They were all still exhausted, in no shape to move on so Gwendalyn decided they would stay on the beach.

They made their way to the top of the stony beach in the hopes of avoiding any high tide and then curled up to get some rest.

"We'll have to huddle together, share body heat," Gwendalyn told them wearily.

"Huddle?" remarked Foulfang in surprise, looking over at Cockweasel. "There's no way I’m cuddling up to that green freak."

Cockweasel nodded in agreement. "I don't like the idea of that orc's dick anywhere near me."

Gwendalyn sighed. "It's exposed here and we're still soaking wet from the water. We have to stay together or we'll freeze," she said in irritation. "Look, I'll go in the middle, that way you boys won’t have to touch."

"Fine," they both agreed at once.

Gwendalyn soon found herself sandwiched between her two companions. Kum the orc was behind her, spooning her with his body pressed against her back, and Cockweasel the goblin was in front of her, his back against her so that she in turn spooned him. It was a cosy little orc-human-goblin sandwich of wet bodies and all three of them were asleep in minutes.

***

Gwendalyn woke up at the crack of dawn to find herself rather entangled amongst her two travelling companions.

Cockweasel had somehow turned himself around in his sleep and was now pressed face to face against her. Or rather, face to boob. The sleeping goblin had his head buried in Gwendalyn's bosom, his chin hooking the neckline of her dress down so that one of her heavy breasts had popped out and her nipple was brushing the goblin's cheek. Cockweasel's crotch was pressed up against her bare thigh and she could clearly feel the bulge of morning wood rubbing against her.

To her surprise it felt like Foulfang had got himself into a similar state during the night. The orc was pressed up against her behind, his crotch snug against her rounded posterior. Her short dress had ridden up during the night and should could feel Foulfang's hardness nestled into the crack between her bare buttocks.

Gwendalyn carefully pried herself out from between her two sleeping companions, unsuccessfully trying to avoid waking them up. She noticed that although most of her dress had dried out, the front was still damp - - covered in goblin drool.

Cockweasel sat up with a yawn, just as Gwendalyn was pulling the front of her undersized dress back up, squeezing her big tit back into the skin-tight material. He grinned as he watched her pull the hem of her dress down, covering up her ass and pussy again, but leaving the majority of her long sleek legs still bare.

Fortunately the night had been quite warm and they had not frozen to death in their wet clothing.

"So what now?" asked Foulfang yawning even louder than Cockweasel had.

"We're only about a day’s travel from the front lines, we should be able to get back to the city within a few days," Gwendalyn announced.

"Back to the human lands?" asked Foulfang with a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"That's right," confirmed the paladin. "You'll be protected in return for your knowledge about the orc war plans."

"I know, but a human city?" the orc replied hesitantly.

Cockweasel stepped in between them and held up his hands, "Wait just a moment, I can see where this is going, can I have a word with Kum alone please Gwendalyn?"

The paladin paused for a moment, but then reluctantly agreed. As the orc and goblin wandered down the beach a short distance to talk, Gwendalyn climbed up to the top of the beach to survey the coastline and try and get her bearings.

It looked like the sea current and the underground river had taken them quite a way south, so even though they were right off by the coast they were actually a lot closer to home than they had been when they'd entered the underground cave. Two days should be all it took to get back to the city. For Gwendalyn it would certainly be a relief, this mission had been very tough on her and she couldn't wait to get back into armour again after wearing the skimpy nymph dress for so long.

"We've come to an arrangement," said Cockweasel as he and Foulfang walked back towards where the lovely paladin was waiting.

"Oh yes?" replied Gwendalyn with some relief. For a moment it had looked as though the orc was wanting to back out of the defection.

Kum Foulfang spoke up, "If you want me to come back to the city with you, then you have to fuck me."

"Both of us," chipped in Cockweasel helpfully.

"Oh yeah, you have to fuck both of us," agreed Foulfang.

"What?" blurted Gwendalyn in shock, the blackmail coming out of left field. "You're going to force me to have sex with you in exchange for swapping sides?"

"Yep," replied Foulfang, staying firm.

"It's not like it'd be the first orc cock you've had stuck into you," noted Cockweasel unhelpfully, reminding her of the guard she'd sucked off to get into the cave to rescue Foulfang. "Or the first goblin cock."

"I thought you wanted to defect?" complained Gwendalyn, immediately suspicious that Cockweasel's bargaining hadn't exactly helped her cause.

"You'll be doing the realm a service," insisted Cockweasel.

Gwendalyn frowned at her squire, "Why is fucking you part of the deal?"

"So you'll do me?" asked Foulfang hopefully.

"It's both of us or not at all," cut in Cockweasel quickly before the orc could settle for less than the original deal. "I'm only taking part as a show of good faith."

"Good faith?" snapped Gwendalyn in amazement.

"Come on," urged Foulfang, scratching at his crotch. "Let's get it on."

"We'll be gentle," added Cockweasel hopefully.

"Okay fine then," sighed the paladin, submitting to the two creatures.

"Cool!" said Foulfang, obviously pleased at the prospect of fucking the beautiful busty human warrior.

Cockweasel grinned at his new orcish friend. "Wanna give her a spit roast?"

"Spit roast?" said Foulfang with obvious confusion.

"You know, one down her gob and one from behind. Like a pig on a spit?" explained Cockweasel crudely.

"Oh right. That sounds good to me, you take her mouth, I want her cunt."

"We'll swap around a bit," said Cockweasel. He then looked towards Lady Gwendalyn, "Get that little dress off honey."

Gwendalyn grabbed the hem of her short gown and tugged it upwards. The tight material clung to her big breasts as she pulled it over her head, then they finally popped free and jiggled heavily across her chest, the bouncing flesh mesmerising the two creatures that were prepared to have their way with her.

"Nice jugs," breathed Foulfang, stepping forward towards the naked woman.

Gwendalyn held up her hand. "Now I have your promise that if I let you screw me, then you'll come to the city and help us with the war?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you want," the orc hurried agreed, he slapped away her outstretched hand and grabbed at her big tits.

Gwendalyn gasped as the orc squeezed both her breasts lustfully in his hands, his fingers sinking into the firm orbs eagerly. Foulfang ran his hands over the ample melons and then pinched on her nipples. He then gave her breast a shake, watching them quiver and shake on her chest. He gave her tits one last rough squeeze and then stepped back and started stripping off his own clothing, eager to get his cock into her.

"Down on your hands and knees," said Cockweasel who was already naked and holding his semi-erect dick in one hand. "Spit roast time."

Foulfang moved around behind where Gwendalyn knelt, he crouched down and ran both his hands over the smooth round globes of her buttocks.

"Lovely ass," he breathed, shuffling up behind her so that his already stiff cock was pointing towards her exposed pussy. Foulfang gave her right ass cheek a hard slap, then seized her by the hips and pulled her back against him. The shaft of his erection nuzzled against her cunt as he ground himself against her ass.

Around the front end of the lovely paladin stood Cockweasel. Due to his lack of height his cock was at her face level, pointed directly towards her mouth.

"Well, here we are again," he said conversationally as he held his cock around the base of the shaft and rubbed the head across her closed lips, leaving a smear of sticky pre-cum.

He lifted up his cock, exposing his testicles and leant in, pressing them against her mouth and chin. "You can start by licking my sweaty balls baby," he suggested. The horny goblin gave a moan of pleasure as Gwendalyn's wet tongue slipped out from between her lips and started to lap gently at his scrotum.

"This is the best idea ever!" groaned Foulfang as he lined his cock up with the entrance of the kneeling woman's cunt, pushing forward slightly so that the head of his shaft penetrated her, parting the lips of her vagina.

"I told ya she was good at this," replied Cockweasel, smiling broadly as Gwendalyn licked his balls, rolling his testicles around on her skilful tongue.

"Oh fuck yes!" Foulfang gave a grunt and a snort as he thrust forward with his hips, driving his cock deep into Gwendalyn's cunt.

Lady Gwendalyn gave a moan as she was penetrated by the orc, letting Cockweasel's balls slip out of her mouth as she cried out. Foulfang gripped her tightly by the hips and started to pump his cock into her, his hips slapping against her soft buttocks as he fucked her.

"Open your mouth," ordered Cockweasel, still holding his cock in one hand. Gwendalyn did as instructed, sticking her tongue out towards the goblin's green erection. Cockweasel slapped his cock against her tongue a few times and then pushed it right into her mouth. He let out a deep, throaty groan as his cock slid into her warm, wet mouth. "Mmm, that's nice, suck it bitch!" he moaned as he pushed himself into her mouth.

"What's her mouth like?" asked Foulfang, panting noisily between thrusts. He gave her left buttock a hard slap as if he was spurring on a horse. Each thrust of his orcish cock drove Gwendalyn's face forward into Cockweasel's crotch.

"Nice and wet, tight as a pussy," replied Cockweasel, he'd grabbed hold of her head in both hands and was now face-fucking her, slamming his crotch into her face and his cock deep into her mouth.

Gwendalyn moaned and gasped as she was fucked from both ends, being used like a rag doll for her two so-called companion's pleasure.

"She does look like a good cocksucker," agreed Foulfang. "Let's swap ends."

"Sure," agreed Cockweasel, immediately pulling out of Gwendalyn's mouth. He slapped his cock against her nose and then hurried around to her back end, eager to try out her pussy for the first time.

Foulfang knelt down in front of Gwendalyn and grabbed her head in both hands. He pulled her face down into his crotch, rubbing her face over his thick erection, letting the hard shaft and tight balls roll over her cheeks, nose and lips. "Let's feel you suck it," he said after a moment of grinding on her pretty face.

Gwendalyn obliged the orc's request, opening her mouth and capturing the tip of his hard cock between her lips. As she sucked it into her mouth and started to slurp noisily on the tip, Foulfang wound his hands in the blonde strands of her hair, getting a good grip. Gwendalyn barely had time to tease the underside of his shaft briefly with her tongue, before he gave a snort and yanked on her hair, pulling her head down into his crotch as he pushed his hard cock deep into her mouth.

"Fuck that's good!" he gasped as his cock nudged against the back of her throat and her nose was tickled by his coarse pubic hair.

Cockweasel had to bend his knees slightly to line his dick up with Gwendalyn's pussy. He rested his hands on her buttocks as he thrust forward, ramming his cock up inside her already wet entrance.

"Oh yeah!" groaned the happy goblin, he could hardly believe that he was finally fucking the gorgeous human woman he'd lusted after so much. Her blowjobs were great, but fucking her was all together even more satisfying.

Once again Gwendalyn found herself being enthusiastically hammered from both ends. Cockweasel was pummelling at her pussy like a jackhammer, his cock ramming it's way deep into her pussy as he clutched at her ass cheeks with both hands. At the same time she was having difficulty breathing as Foulfang did his best to choke her with his cock, thrusting the thick organ deep across her tongue and into her throat with each lustful lunge of his loins. The orc's balls slapped her chin rapidly as they swung beneath his humping cock.

"We should do this again tomorrow night," Foulfang said to his new best friend Cockweasel as he face fucked the gorgeous paladin.

Gwendalyn grimaced at the comment as best she could with her mouth stretched around his pumping cock.

"Definitely!" agreed Cockweasel. "I'm going to give her ass a go," he said, pulling his dick out of her thoroughly fucked pussy. "She owes me some anal after interrupting my goddess worshipping."

Gwendalyn moaned as she felt the tip of the goblin's penis press against her asshole. Cockweasel grabbed her firm buttocks and pulled them apart as he pushed forward, his hard cock surging up inside her rear passage.

"This is a sweet moment!" breathed Cockweasel as he squeezed his dick up inside the paladin's tight ass.

Foulfang had briefly stopped fucking Gwendalyn's mouth and was watching in awe as Cockweasel buggered the beautiful human. The goblin started to hump against Gwendalyn, driving his cock deep into her rectum with each thrust, his cock practically squeaking she was so tight.

"We need to swap, I want some of that!" murmured Foulfang jealously. His hard cock had slipped out from inside the busty blonde's mouth as he watched the goblin ass-fucking her.

"In a minute," said Cockweasel who was thoroughly enjoying himself. His balls were slapping against Gwendalyn's pussy each time he thrust into her ass.

"You're lucky I let you in on this action at all!" snapped Foulfang with a hint of anger. "Move over or you won't be getting any ass tomorrow."

"Okay, okay," relented the goblin, his cock popping out of Gwendalyn's ass as he pulled back.

They hurried swapped places, Cockweasel feeding his erection quickly into Gwendalyn's warm mouth, having come straight out of her ass. The beautiful paladin screwed up her face as she tasted herself on his cock, but at this point she'd endured such a workover by her two horny companions it wasn't worth arguing, she just wanted to get them off and get this over with.

As Foulfang started to push himself into the paladin's bum, Cockweasel grabbed her by the head and immediately started to fuck her face. The goblin was so turned on by the freedom he was having to use her that he was close to cumming. Keeping one hand on the back of her head, he reached down beneath her to squeeze and play with her heavy, swinging tits.

"Oh fuck that's tight!" breathed Foulfang in admiration as he pushed his thick cock up into Gwendalyn's ass. The paladin cried out around her mouthful of goblin cock as Kum's shaft was considerably thicker than Cockweasel's had been.

"Fucking beautiful!" snorted Kum as he stretched her asshole with his dick. "Won't last long in here!" he grunted, humping against her.

"You gonna cum?" asked Cockweasel, grunting as he humped Gwendalyn's mouth.

"Yeah, real soon."

"Me too, let's shoot over her face," suggested Cockweasel.

"Yeah good idea," agreed Foulfang.

They both pulled out Gwendalyn's respective orifices and moved around to stand in front of her. Gwendalyn sat back on her knees, breathing heavily. Her ass and pussy and mouth were sore from the drilling she'd received.

"Oh fuck!" grunted Foulfang as he stood in front of the gorgeous blonde, his hand a blur over his cock.

It was Cockweasel that came first however, moaning noisily as his cock exploded in Gwendalyn's face, shooting thick ropes of sticky goblin semen into her forehead and hair.

"Fuck!" snorted Foulfang as his cock burst as well, splattered into Gwendalyn's mouth, chin and nose.

Gwendalyn knelt in front of them as she was drowned in cum, two heavy loads of sperm covering her face.

"That was the best!" breathed Foulfang happily as he finally finished cumming, sitting down on the ground to catch his breath.

"I told ya she'd do it," said Cockweasel, wringing the last couple of drops of his load onto Gwendalyn's bare breasts.

"I think I need another swim," muttered the cum-drenched Lady Gwendalyn. It looked like it was going to be a rough trip back to town. But at least she'd be bringing back Kum Foulfang and helping the human efforts in the war.

THE END