Cockweasel and The Paladin by George Tasker (The Cockweasel Saga Part 2)
(edited by me)
Johanna pulled her cloak tighter around her as a chilling gust of wind blew through the temple courtyard. The beautiful young flame haired priestess rushed hurriedly across the cobbled yard as dusk descended on the city.
Johanna was a junior priestess of Adeva, the Goddess of Love. It was rare a priestess of Adeva was summoned to the Temple of Swords to worship, even rarer to the quarters of a Paladin, on most occasions it was one of the squires who would seek worship with Adeva. Johanna had never been to the Paladin's area of the temple before, although she'd made a number of more recent trips to the squires quarters.
The kingdom was currently at war with the monstrous Orcs from the southern wastelands and most of the Paladin's were either off fighting or busy training and preparing for the vicious ongoing conflict, so when Johanna had received the summons she was surprised.
The red haired priestess finally reached her destination and took a deep, nervous breath. Her expansive bosom pushed out against her cloak as her chest swelled, her white priestly robes coming into view as the cloak fell open. Johanna briefly wondered what it would be like to worship with one of the mighty Paladins of the Temple of Swords. Their reputation as holy warriors and defenders was famed throughout the land. When Johanna had been a young girl she'd always dreamed of marrying a knight in shining armour and the Paladins definitely filled that role.
Johanna bit her lower lip and knocked tentatively on the door.
"Come in," came a male voice from inside.
The priestess pulled the hood of her cloak off and shook out her long red hair, then pushed open the door and stepped into the Paladin's room.
"Good evening Sir Knight, I'm Johanna from the Temple of Adeva...you!?" Johanna pulled up short as she entered the room. Sitting waiting on the bed inside the room was not the brave holy knight she had been expecting, but a diminutive ugly man.
"You! You're a midget not a Paladin!" Johanna blurted out in horror.
"Hi Jo-jo," replied Cockweasel with a broad, yellow-toothed grin. "Fancy bumping into you here."
Cockweasel was in fact the reason that Johanna had made so many recent trips to the squires quarters to worship. The lovely young priestess had no idea how the ugly little midget had managed to become a squire, but ever since he'd found out that the priestesses of Adeva were obliged to assist the Paladin's with worship he'd called upon her pious services on numerous occasions.
Johanna loathed the little little man but had swallowed her pride (among other things) and fulfilled her obligations -- for the first eight times anyway. After that she'd refused to return to the squires' quarters at the Temple of Swords.
"How...what..." Johanna stammered, still shocked after building up all her hopes to meet one of the brave knights of the temple.
"Why don't you come over here and help me worship that goddess of yours?" suggested Cockweasel, patting his crotch invitingly at her.
Johanna stared at the midget in distaste, noticing for the first time that he was clad only in a stained loin-cloth, his skinny, hairy small legs and sunken chest completely bare.
"Adeva, the goddess of love," corrected the red haired priestess. She reached up and unfastened her heavy cloak, letting it fall from her shoulders. Now that she was here with the squire and he was requesting her help in worshipping Adeva she had no choice but to oblige him. It was her duty as a priestess of Adeva.
Beneath the cloak Johanna wore a pure white gown in the tradition of the priestess of the goddess of love. The gown was low cut, her massive cleavage swelling from the top and it was short, falling to mid thigh, leaving her long, sleek legs mostly bare.
"Lovely," breathed Cockweasel in admiration as he drank in the sight of the young priestess's curvaceous, buxom figure.
"I guess you want me to start with my mouth again?" asked Johanna as she made her way reluctantly across the room to where the midget sat on the edge of the bed. The duties of a priestess of Adeva in helping the flock worship the goddess basically involved every form of carnal pleasure imaginable. Any request from a worshipper should be obliged, so long as it created pleasure in the worship of Adeva.
"Definitely," agreed Cockweasel, "those lovely lips of yours are made for cocksucking."
"Adeva has blessed me," agreed Johanna with some reluctance as she knelt down in front of Cockweasel and reached for the smelly loin cloth around his skinny hips. She could already she the eager swelling beneath the stained piece of cloth.
Johanna wrinkled her nose in displeasure as she lifted up the flap that covered the horny midget's genitals, revealing Cockweasel's already erect penis. The small organ jutted up from a tuft of curly black pubic hair, the glistening head pointing eagerly up at Johanna's face.
The priestess seemed frozen at the sight of Cockweasel's stiff cock so the horny midget helpfully reached out with both hands and pulled her face down into his lap, his fingers running through the priestess soft, shining red hair.
Johanna almost gagged as the midget yanked her head down and his smelly cock speared into her mouth, thrusting over her tongue and jabbing at the back of her mouth.
"Oh yeah!" groaned Cockweasel in immense pleasure. "That's what I'm talking about!"
The midget pulled her head down harder into his lap, pushing more of his cock into her mouth as the priestess struggled to breath at the sudden invasion.
Johanna was snapped out of her daze, sucking in air through her nose as she brought her hands up onto Cockweasel's thighs to get some leverage. The midget relaxed his pressure on the back of her head as she gave his cock a long suck, tightening the seal of her lips around his shaft.
The midget moaned in pleasure as Johanna took over the blowjob at last, drawing her lips back up his cock as she sucked deeply on his shaft. When she reached the head she drew back further, at last taking a proper breath as she twirled her tongue around the swollen helmet that topped his penis.
Johanna began to bob her head over Cockweasel's lap, his dick sliding in and out of her talented mouth as she pleasured him. Although he had access to bathing facilities the as a squire, Cockweasel still hardly ever used them, meaning his cock tasted sweaty and slightly of stale urine, despite the frequent tongue bath's he'd gotten from the lovely red haired priestess. Johanna did her best to ignore this, the first time he'd put his dick in her mouth she'd gagged at the taste and almost vomited, but now she was somewhat used to it and was more interested in getting the ordeal over and done with as quickly as possible.
"You're so good at this," groaned Cockweasel, reaching down below her bobbing head to grab at one of Johanna's ample breasts through her priestly gown. The vast melon more than filled his hand as he gave it a lustful squeeze, enjoying it's size and firmness immensely.
"Lick my balls a little," instructed the midget.
Johanna let his the squire's cock pop out of her mouth, then she slid her tongue down the underside of his hard shaft, working her way down to the hairy sack that held his two small testicles. Whilst Cockweasel's penis was quite big compared to his small 4 foot frame, his balls were much smaller, more proportional to his diminutive size. From Johanna's experience however, they still seemed to hold more than enough semen to coat her face or fill her mouth.
"That's it!" breathed Cockweasel, using his hand to rub his cock against Johanna's cheek as she tilted her head to lap at his balls. Her tongue teased at first one, then the second testicle, moistening them and juggling them on the tip of her talented tongue. She even lapped at flesh beneath his ball sack, dangerously close to his dirty, puckered asshole.
"Time to fuck!" grunted Cockweasel, his balls churning under Johanna's attentions.
The priestess sighed in disappointment as she sat back on her heels, she'd been hoping to finish the midget off with her mouth and not have to take him up inside of her. Of the eight previous occasions he'd only actually fucked her twice, the other six times she been able to get away with oral relief or a couple of times between her big tits.
Johanna didn't have much time to consider her options as Cockweasel grabbed her and dragged her face down over the edge of the bed. The 4 foot midget stood behind her, leaving her ass at the perfect height lined up with his jutting out erection. Cockweasel flipped the back of the priestess gown up past her hips, exposing her firm, nicely rounded ass. The midget grabbed a soft buttock in each small hand, his fingers sinking into the warm flesh. Cockweasel pulled her buttocks apart slightly as he pushed forward with his hips, thrusting his rock hard erection straight up into Johanna's exposed pussy. The saliva from her blowjob provided enough lubrication for a smooth entry into her tight cunt. Johanna gave a gasp as the midget's cock was buried inside her to the hilt, his hips slapping against her ass satisfyingly.
"Beautiful!" murmured Cockweasel as he shifted his grip to her hips and began to pump against the voluptuous priestess's posterior, his hard cock sliding rapidly in and out of her hot cunt. "Praise the goddess!" he groaned as he rutted against Johanna.
Cockweasel reached out with one hand and grabbed a handful of Johanna's fiery hair, pulling on it and causing her head to pull back and her back to arch. The new angle of her body allowed him to thrust even deeper inside her, the small Paladin chamber filling with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he fucked her vigorously.
After a few minutes of rutting, Johanna's moans began to join the midgets. Despite her disgust at the idea of getting fucked by a diminutive man like Cockweasel, the habit's of a priestess couldn't help her get caught up in the worship of Adeva. While the ugly little midget certainly wasn't the knight in shining armour she'd yearned for, he was still very enthusiastic in his worship of Adeva, his hard cock hammered rapidly in and out of her with surprising pace.
"This is great!" groaned Cockweasel. "I'm going to try your ass too," he told her. Before Johanna had a chance to reply the midget had pulled his cock out of the priestess's pussy and was pushing the head against her considerably tighter asshole.
"I don't think..." began Johanna, she was however interrupted as Cockweasel successfully managed to push the tip of his cock into her ass. Johanna gasped as the midget slowly pushed more of his length into the only of her orifices he had not previously explored. "Oh my Holy Adeva!" moaned Johanna as Cockweasel began to work his cock in and out of her glorious ass, she grabbed a pillow from the bed and buried her face in it as the midget started to slowly bugger her.
"That's amazing!" gasped Cockweasel, looking down to see his cock finally buried in the red head's perfect ass, her lovely buttocks pressed up against his hips. He hunched forward against her and began long slow thrusts of his hips, driving his cock deep into her back passage, his balls slapping against her pussy as he fucked her ass.
Suddenly the door of the room burst open and in stepped a tall blonde woman dressed in tight brown leather pants and the white and blue tunic of a Paladin of the Temple of Swords.
"What's going on here?" gasped Lady Gwendalyn in surprise. She was shocked to see her squire Cockweasel standing at the edge of her bed with his cock buried in the ass of a pretty young red head Priestess of Adeva.
Cockweasel froze in mid thrust, his hard cock poised at the puckered entrance to Johanna's tight ass. "Er, Hi m'lady," he stammered at the lovely paladin. "I was, er, we were just worshipping the goddess lady."
"Adeva," added Johanna bashfully, she was suddenly very embarrassed to be seen getting fucked by a midget despite the fact it was part of her duty as a priestess. The fact that it was a mighty paladin that had interrupted their screwing didn't exactly make her feel any better.
"But this is my room!" Gwendalyn frowned, not really sure what to make of the situation. Knowing her squire Cockweasel it wasn't exactly the most surprising situation. Although his sudden piousness seemed somewhat doubtful he was a horny little fucker, Gwendalyn herself had even been in a couple of uncomfortable situations with the midget so she could hardly blame the young priestess.
"Um, sorry about that," apologized Cockweasel. His cock was still pointed at Johanna's ass, but it was drooping slightly now. Cockweasel glanced down and gazed yearningly at Johanna's lovely rear end, he hated the thought he might miss out on the opportunity before him. "I don't suppose you could go away for a few minutes and come back later?"
Gwendalyn's hard look told him that wasn't on the cards. His penis dropped further.
"I won't be long," he offered, one last try.
Gwendalyn nodded down at the midget's completely withered manhood. "I don't think you're in any shape to continue your devotions and I've had a rather busy day so I'd like my room back. You can go now priestess."
Johanna gratefully climbed up off the bed, tugging her gown back down over her hips. "Thank you m'lady," she curtseyed towards the female Paladin and hurried out of the room, pausing only to scoop up her cloak.
Cockweasel made to leave as well but was stopped in his tracks by Lady Gwendalyn, "Can I speak to you a moment please squire?" she snapped, her voice sounding dangerous.
Cockweasel gulped nervously. He'd met Lady Gwendalyn during his escape from the clutches of an evil sorceress who held him as a slave in her tower. Cockweasel had gone on to travel with Gwendalyn and ultimately save her life when the sorceress had come back for revenge. Shortly after, Gwendalyn had made Cockweasel her squire in the hope of improving his lot in life, not to mention improving his rough manners and appalling social skills. She'd brought him to the Temple of Swords to learn the ways of the paladins. Although the other squires hated and teased the little midget, Cockweasel much preferred the life of a squire compared to the life of a slave, especially when there were fringe benefits such as the busty priestess Johanna.
"Um, sorry about that," Cockweasel said apologetically. He scratched his deflated cock and straightened his loin cloth down over his genitals.
Gwendalyn took a deep breath and prepared to give her midget squire a telling off, civilizing the little little man was proving rather frustrating. After a moments pause she decided it wasn't worth the effort. "We're leaving the temple first thing in the morning?" she announced.
"Going? Where?" replied Cockweasel in surprise, he was just getting used to this cushy lifestyle. It certainly bet cleaning the stone staircases at the sorceress's tower, and groping Lady Gwendalyn usually only resulted in a scolding or the occasion cuff around the ear, not the evil magical punishment's he'd received from his former buxom mistress.
"We have an important mission. For the war against the orcs," she told him.
"Orcs?" blurted Cockweasel in surprise. He hated orcs. Before he'd been captured and enslaved his midget tribe and lived with a larger tribe of orcs who regularly bullied and generally trod all over their smaller midget neighbours.
"Yes, you do know we're at war with the orcs?" Gwendalyn didn't wait for an answer. "But don't worry, I'll explain everything in the morning. For now you can get out of my room and get yourself back to the squires quarters. Better get some sleep we'll be leaving first thing in the morning."
The beautiful paladin sighed as her small midget squire hurried out of the room. She looked over at the crumpled bed sheets where he'd been rutting that pretty young priestess and shuddered.
Sure enough they set of the next morning at dawn. Lady Gwendalyn rode her large black warhorse she called Mountain and Cockweasel rode a smallish brown riding horse that as far as he was aware had no name.
Gwendalyn had learned very soon after meeting Cockweasel that it was better they rode separately. The few times they'd been forced ride together the horny little midget had been unable to keep his hands to himself, constantly groping and fondling despite her best efforts to stop him.
"So where we going?" asked Cockweasel shortly after they'd set out, striking north into the wilderness. The midget was wearing a bit more than the skimpy, grubby loincloth in which Gwendalyn had last seen him in. He was dressed in the white and blue tunic and trousers of a squire of the Temple of Swords. Of course they were filthy, somehow everything that Cockweasel wore was very quickly covered in dirt and grime.
"We're heading to an orc encampment, just behind the frontline of the war," she told him. Gwendalyn was lightly armoured in mail rather than the much heavier full plate armour she often wore.
"What! We're going to the orcs?" blurted Cockweasel in surprise. "That's fucking insane."
"As I explained yesterday we're on a mission, a very important mission."
"Suicide?" suggested Cockweasel, feeling rather bleak at the prospect of riding right into the middle of a war. He'd always been one to avoid confrontation.
"We've received word of an orc defector," Gwendalyn explained. "His name is Kum Foulfang and he apparently wants to join our side of the war."
"Orc fighting with humans against orcs?" noted Cockweasel somewhat surprised. But then again it was pretty unusual to find a midget trainee-paladin.
"Foulfang is supposed to have been one of the orc's strategists so the information he has could be invaluable."
"If he's defecting then why are we going to an orc encampment to get him, surely somewhere else would be safer to meet him. Like somewhere miles away from the rest of the smelly orcs?"
"Unfortunately he was captured while trying to escape," explained Gwendalyn. "He was thrown into an orc prison for deserting."
"We're going into an orc prison to break someone out?" muttered Cockweasel in disbelief. "We're dead!"
Gwendalyn smiled. "I'm sure we'll be fine."
"You've got a plan to get us in and then out again?"
"Not exactly, but don't worry, we'll think of something."
Cockweasel shook his head. "I never thought I'd be trying to break into a prison."
They rode on in silence. The frontlines of the war were several days ride away and they were apparently linking up with some of the kingdom's soldiers when they got there. The soldiers would help them get close to the prison encampment where Kum Foulfang was held and then they were on their own.
That evening they stopped and made camp a short distance off the main road near a stream and a small wooded area.
Cockweasel groaned as he clambered down off his horse. His thighs and ass were sore from riding, before meeting Gwendalyn he'd barely ever seen a horse let alone ridden one and his soft small skin was not really used to the hardships of long horse treks.
"Ow!" he moaned, scratching at his balls through his tunic. As well as being sore from the ride, his nuts were also protesting at last nights interruption. When Gwendalyn had walked in on him with his cock stuffed up that pretty redhead's ass his testicles had been churning and ready to squirt.
"What's the matter?" asked Gwendalyn, frowning down at the complaining midget as she tied her warhorse Mountain up for the night.
"Fucking blue balls!" complained Cockweasel, now stuffing his hand down inside his trousers. "Don't suppose you could give me a little relief?" he asked her hopefully.
Gwendalyn's face screwed up in disgust at the suggestion. "Absolutely not!"
"You don't have to let me fuck you or nothing," Cockweasel assured her. "You could just use your mouth, or your hand or something?"
"There's no way I'm going anywhere near that smelly little penis of yours again!" the paladin snapped angrily at him. Cockweasel had managed to sample the beautiful paladin's mouth once in the past but she'd been very clear that it was a one-off occasion.
"No way! You'll have to go deal with it yourself!" she snapped.
Cockweasel sighed and pulled his cock out over the top of his grubby white trousers.
"Not here!" cried Gwendalyn in horror. "I don't want to see it!"
Cockweasel grumbled in frustration and stuffed himself back inside his pants, then wandered off towards the nearby woodlands muttering under his breath.
He didn't go too far into the trees, worried that he might come across something unpleasant like a bandit, or worse yet, an orc. "Damn blue balls," he muttered as he once again fished out his cock.
He leant back against a tree and started stroking himself, closing his eyes as he masturbated. In his minds eye, Gwendalyn had followed him into the forest. She was now wearing a dress of red silk, low cut in the front exposing an ample portion of her full, creamy breasts. She moved straight over to him and pressed her bosom into his face, he leant down and buried his head in cleavage, the soft pillows of the paladin's huge tits against his mouth and cheeks.
Cockweasel imagined that it was her hand around his cock, rapidly stroking him, her hand pumping up and down the hard length of his now rock hard erection. The lovely blonde paladin dropped down to her knees in front of him, his stiff organ pointing at her pretty face. Gwendalyn smiled wicked up at him and then leant forward, her soft lips parting to allow his cock to slip into her...suddenly Cockweasel felt a touch on his hand.
"Wha!" he blurted loudly in surprise, his eyes snapping open and his horny fantasy immediately disappearing from his mind.
To his shock the hand that touched his own belonged to a blonde haired woman. She was beautiful, with dark olive skin and a muddy, short brown smock that clung to a delightfully curvy body. She was short, barely taller than Cockweasel and had slightly pointed ears and deep brown eyes that seemed to twinkle.
Cockweasel swallowed and glanced down, realising for the first time that the hand she was touching was the one he had wrapped around his cock. Which, incidentally, was still rock hard despite the shocking interruption.
"I, um..." he stammered, dropping his hand away from his erection. He jumped in surprise as instead of dropping her hand away, the women's soft fingers encircled his hard cock, squeezing his erection and causing him to let out a soft moan of pleasure.
"Who..." he started to speak but the blonde silenced him with a kiss, leaning forward and planting her soft lips against his. Cockweasel moaned in surprise as her soft, deliciously curved body pressed against his and her hot tongue slid eagerly into his mouth. She still held his cock in her warm hand between their bodies as they passionately kissed, not exactly stroking him, but rhythmically squeezing his hard length, almost as if she were milking him.
Cockweasel was breathless as they broke off their kiss and she stepped back. He noticed for the first time her tanned, trim legs, left bare by the very short smock she wore. Her knee's were grass-stained.
The blonde gave an impish grin and then sunk wordlessly to her knees, much the way Gwendalyn had in his fantasy. She moved her hands behind her back and leant in towards Cockweasel's crotch. Cockweasel's eyes went wide as her mouth slipped over the head of his cock and he felt an amazingly warm wetness. Without pausing she sunk her mouth down onto his penis, taking him deep into her mouth, her lips pressing tightly around the hard shaft of his cock.
"Oh fuck!" groaned Cockweasel in immense pleasure as he felt the head of his cock slip right into the stranger's throat and her lips press around the very base of his cock. She hadn't paused once in her descent down the length of his penis and taken him all the way into her mouth without using her hands for leverage, she was amazing.
Cockweasel groaned again as she held him in her mouth, her nose buried in his pubic hair and his balls resting right on her chin.
"So good," he whispered softly in bliss.
Then she drew back, sucking heavily as she moved back up his shaft, it almost felt like she was going to pull him over using just the suction of her mouth. The woman's tongue twirled teasingly around the head of Cockweasel's cock, emitting another groan from his lips. "Oh shit!"
The woman winked and then kissed the tip of his penis. She then stood up again, standing directly in front of him where he was still slumped back against a tree trunk. The blonde tugged her dress up and lifted it right off over her head, dropping it to the dirt beside her.
Cockweasel gasped at the sight of her voluptuous naked body. She was slim and well toned, not an ounce of fat on her. Her stomach was flat and her legs trim. Her breasts were large, almost out of place on her small frame and her hips curved nicely into a tiny waist. Her skin was deeply tanned, olive in colour and she had a few grass and mud stains on her otherwise flawless body.
The now naked blonde smiled at Cockweasel again. She then turned around and bent over at the waist, her lovely round as poking out towards Cockweasel. She parted her legs slightly and then started to lean back, lining the dripping entrance of her eager pussy up with Cockweasel's jutting erection.
Just as she was about to impale herself on him there was a blur from Cockweasel's left. Out of nowhere came Gwendalyn, flying at the naked woman who up until then been doing such a magnificent job of pleasuring Cockweasel.
Gwendalyn tackled the woman, sending her sprawling in the dirt.
"Away from her foul creature!" yelled Gwendalyn, drawing her longsword.
The naked blonde stumbled up to a crouch and scooped up a clump of mud from the ground beside her. She let out a suddenly horrible, inhuman screech and hurled the mud at Gwendalyn.
Cockweasel winced at the horrible noise, the first sound the woman had made since she had first appeared in front of him. The clump of mud slammed into Gwendalyn's right shoulder with a surprising force, causing her longsword to be flung from her hand. The paladin gave a cry of pain as she felt the mud burning at the flesh of her shoulder, her tunic immediately smouldering where the mud had landed.
Taking advantage of the moment, the naked woman turned and sprinted off between the tree's, fleeing hurriedly from the paladin and her man companion.
Gwendalyn moaned in pain, reaching up with her left hand and ripping at the burning shoulder of her mud-splattered tunic. She tore the substance away, taking her sleeve and the upper right section of her tunic with it. Her skin beneath was red and inflamed, but fortunately not burnt.
"What the hell what that?" gasped Cockweasel, his heart racing.
"That was wood nymph," explained Gwendalyn, wincing in pain as she cautiously poked at her sore shoulder. "If I hadn't come along she would have had you and drawn you into her lair. Nymph's entrap the unwary and hold them prisoner and slave in their lair, forever forced into carnal slavery."
Cockweasel frowned trying to work out if that was a good or bad thing. He once again found himself with his cock out in front of Gwendalyn, so close to getting off and once again unfulfilled.
"Let's get back to camp," said Gwendalyn, still looking in concern at her shoulder, "I've got to get some water on this wound."
Cockweasel nodded and stuffed himself back into his pants. Perhaps it would be better if he didn't wander off again alone.
When the got back to where Gwendalyn had set up a campsite, she immediately crouched down by the stream and started to bath her burnt shoulder in the cool water.
Cockweasel couldn't help but admire the way her freshly torn tunic showed a lot more flesh than before. The top and side of her ample right breast was now visible, as well as a decent bit of cleavage. He licked his lips as she splashed water onto her red shoulder and it dripped down, tricking over the swell of her lovely big tit and disappearing into her cleavage.
Her first aid causing the right side of her tunic to get quite wet and it clung to her buxom figure, sticking to her full breast and causing the white tunic to become almost see-through, the dark outline of a nipple clearly visible as she stood up and walked back to the small fire of their camp.
Cockweasel swallowed and scratched his crotch, it seemed his balls were in for some punishment on this adventure.
The next day Gwendalyn had them up and moving at dawn once again. They were still a couple of days from the frontlines and the paladin wanted to make good time. The longer they took to reach the destination the more likely it was that they would be too late to save Foulfang the orc deserter. If the orcs found out that his intention was to help the human's he wouldn't live long.
Lady Gwendalyn's shoulder was still tender from the strange mud the nymph had hurled at her the previous night so she did not wear her mail shirt today. Cockweasel made sure he rode on the right side of her as they travelled so he could constantly admire the delightful jiggle of her big tits, partically exposed through the ripped right hand side of her tunic.
"Any idea how we'll get into this orc camp?" he asked her as they rode.
"Nothing yet," admitted Gwendalyn. She was getting a little anxious about that herself, she definitely didn't favour a full assault on an orc prision in the midst of war.
"I might have an idea," said Cockweasel.
"Oh really?" said Gwendalyn in surprise, she always thought that sex was the only thing the horny little man had on his mind.
"Yes well mans and orcs have been known to work together in the past," he explained to her. "I'm pretty sure there'll be some mans about when we get to this orc camp. The orcs like to use us to do a lot of their dirty work."
"That's true," agreed Gwendalyn.
"So I should be able to come and go without too much suspicion," he continued.
"Maybe," Gwendaly agreed hesitantly. "But what about me? You can't do this by yourself. The orcs might let a man in, but there's no way they'd let a human in."
"Maybe not," replied Cockweasel. "Occasionally the orcs raid human villages and capture the occasional human, mostly women and take them as prisoners or slaves. We can pretend that you're a slave bound for the cells."
Gwendalyn nodded. "It's risky, but it could work. It might even get us right into wherever they keep the prisoners inside the encampment and get us close to wherever they're holding Foulfang."
Gwendalyn smiled at her squire. "Well done Cockweasel, I'm surprised. And I'm very glad I brought you along with me."
Cockweasel smiled back at her, watching as her right breast jiggled beneath her tunic, almost threatening to pop right out.
That evening they made camp in the ruins of an ancient old tavern. There wasn't much left of it other than a couple of ruined stone walls and assorted rubble, no roof or shelter really, but it was better than sleeping in the open.
Cockweasel was again in agony after a day spent in the saddle. His inner thighs were now rather badly chafed and he found himself walking bandy legged around the camp to avoid his thighs rubbing together. His testicles were almost bursting as well, two days with no relief, not to mention the built up excitement from his encounters with Johanna and then the nymph had left him with a yearning ache in his balls.
"You've gotta give me some relief today!" begged Cockweasel as Gwendalyn unpacked their camp equipment from her warhorse's saddle bags.
"Yuck, absolutely not!" she refused firmly.
"Oh come on!" begged Cockweasel, hopping from foot to foot in exaggerated pain. "Just let me put it in your mouth for a minute and I'll be shooting in no time."
"That's disgusting," complained Gwendalyn.
"Please. I did come up with that great plan remember?" he dropped to his knees praying for her assistance.
"No way, no chance, never. No, just no!"
"I'll do anything," he said imploringly. "You can just do me with those big hooters of yours if you want. I'll be real quick."
"Cockweasel, shut up! It's not going to happen."
Cockweasel's shoulders slumped. "I wish you'd left me with that nymph!" he muttered under his breath, sitting down dejectedly by where Gwendalyn had started to build a fire.
The next day they made good progress towards their destination. As they got closer to the frontlines the signs of the war became more and more evident. They past a number of burnt out farmhouses and ravaged crop plantations and from time to time they travelled past corpses left unburied from the conflict.
By evening they were less than half a days travel from where they were due to meet with the human soldiers.
Cockweasel's legs and crotch were in even worse shape, the days of riding having taken a big toll on his tender flesh.
"I thought you told me this riding business would get easier?" he complained as he walked bandy-legged across their campsite for the day.
"It will eventually," Gwendalyn assured him.
"What about my blue balls?" he asked, but the blonde paladin ignored his crude comment. "Come on! I'm in agony here, do me a favour!"
Gwendalyn rolled her eyes. "If you're referring to wanting some relief at my expense then it's not going to happen."
Cockweasel groaned in frustration. "Look, you drag me out here towards the fucking orc frontlines, my legs are rubbed raw from that damn saddle, the least you can do is provide me a little relief from my problem, a little pleasure!"
"I'm not going to suck your dick Cockweasel," Gwendalyn said firmly.
"You ruined my last two chances to get my nut off, I deserve some compensation!"
"I ruined? I saved you from that nymph!" protested Gwendalyn getting a little angry now.
"I've had enough of this!" snapped Cockweasel, finally losing his cool. "If you want me to go through with the slave plan to get at that bloody orc then you're going to have to do something nice for me!"
Gwendalyn was taken aback by her squires anger. "You're blackmailing me?"
"I'm negotiating. You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours."
Gwendalyn's eyes narrowed, "What do you want then exactly?"
Cockweasel licked his lips, suddenly feeling a little excited, his stomach fluttering in anticipation already. "Well you interrupted me when I was fucking that priestess and that nymph."
"No way, I'm not letting you fuck me!" Gwendalyn said immediately. "I'll give you a handjob or something."
"Your mouth," said Cockweasel, counter-offering. "I want head."
Gwendalyn pausing, considering. It wouldn't be the first time her squire had put his grubby cock in her mouth so perhaps she could go through with it. From the way he was complaining about blue balls so much over the past few days, he likely wouldn't last very long. "Okay," she agreed at last.
"Sweet!" exclaimed Cockweasel, excitedly rubbing his hands together.
Gwendalyn glanced around their campsite, "So where shall we do this?"
"You can kneel down right here," said Cockweasel, already pulling down his pants, his small cock was already partially stiffened at the prospect of getting sucked by a beautiful busty paladin.
Gwendalyn hesitated at the thought of being on her knee's in front of the horny little man, imagining him fucking her mouth vigorously. "Wait," she said as he stepped up to her. "Why don't you sit on that log over there."
Cockweasel complied immediately, he wasn't about to argue over little details when there was a blowjob on offer. He sat down on the log, his bare legs spread wide as Lady Gwendalyn knelt down reluctantly in front of him. She rested her hands on his bony knees and stared down in disgust at his semi-hard small cock, nestled in a grubby looking patch of dark pubic hair.
The beautiful paladin murmured a silent prayer for courage, then took a deep breath and finally ran her hands up Cockweasel's legs, reaching for his penis.
Cockweasel gave a sigh as Gwendalyn's cool hands encircled his penis, lifting it up and starting to gently stroke his length.
"Any chance of letting me off the hook with a handjob?" asked the paladin hopefully as she cupped his balls in the fingers of one hand and stroked him with her other hand.
"Just shut up and put it in your mouth," replied Cockweasel, moaning slightly as she gently toyed with his testicles.
Reluctantly, Gwendalyn leant forward into Cockweasel's lap, guiding his hardening cock to her mouth. Her lips parted and her tongue came out, tentatively lapping at the head of his penis, taking an initial taste of him. She almost gagged at that first taste, several days in the saddle without washing had left his cock sweaty and caked with all sorts of filth. Up close with her face between his legs she also saw the harsh redness of his chaffed, saddle-sore inner thighs.
"Nice!" breathed Cockweasel as Gwendalyn leant in again, this time actually taking his cock into her mouth. She sucked the throbbing head of his penis between her lips, her cheeks hollowing as she slurped on the end of his now fully erect cock. Cockweasel moaned as he felt her tongue swirling around inside her mouth, licking against the bottom side of his dick. It felt wonderful.
Cockweasel groaned as Gwendalyn slid her lips further down his cock, now taking about half his length into her sucking mouth. He loved the look of the gorgeous human with his small cock stuffed between her lips. As a noble paladin having to do something disgusting like servicing a man was probably driving her crazy, but the sight of her sucking on him drove Cockweasel absolutely crazy.
Cockweasel reached down and grabbed the top of Gwendalyn's head, pushing her down further on his cock, mashing her face down into his lap.
"Oh fuck yes!" he groaned as he felt the warmth and wetness enveloping his whole length. Cockweasel shifted his grip to the sides of Gwendalyn's head, holding her by the ears as he started to pull her up and down on his cock, using her mouth to almost fuck. There was an awesome squelching sound each time he pulled her down and drove his cock deep into her sucking mouth, the surprised paladin doing her best not to gag with each invasive thrust of his cock.
"That's it bitch, suck that cock!" groaned Cockweasel, pulling her face faster and faster down into his lap. There was a familiar churning in his balls as he used her mouth for his pleasure, and this time he had no intention of stopping no matter what interruption might come.
Cockweasel gave a sudden shout, his back arching as his cock exploded into climax. He yanked Gwendalyn's head down into his lap, his hips hunching up off the log as he tried to stuff his cock as deep into her mouth as it could go. Gwendalyn's eyes went wide as she felt Cockweasel's cock force it's way right into her throat just as it started spurting cum.
Cockweasel moaned in pleasure as the waves of his orgasm rushed through his small small body. Ropes of thick sticky cum spurted straight down Gwendalyn's throat as she had no choice but to struggle to swallow his heavy load.
"Oh fuck!" he gasped, holding her head as he came, her nose buried in his pubic hair.
Cockweasel finally released her head and his body gave a shudder as he leant back on the log where he was seated. Gwendalyn hurried drew up off his cock, coughing and choking at the mouthful of cum he'd given her.
"You're an asshole Cockweasel," she said when she'd finally caught her breath, spitting on the dirt what little of his sperm hadn't gone straight into her belly.
"That felt so good," moaned Cockweasel, grinning happily like an idiot. "Such a relief."
Gwendalyn gave him a scowl, wiping her mouth with the back of one hand. "I'm getting a drink to get that taste out of my mouth."
"I'd forgotten how magical that mouth of yours was," said Cockweasel, looking very happy with himself as she hurried off to the nearby stream.
To be continued...
By midday the next day Gwendalyn and Cockweasel finally rode into the army campsite located right near the frontlines of the war against the orcs. It was a small camp of rangers away from the main host of the army. There were only about twenty soldiers there including a medic and the commander, Captain Harlen.
It was the Captain that greeted them as they dismounted.
"You must be Lady Gwendalyn," he said, bowing as he helped the paladin down off her warhorse. He barely gave Cockweasel a glance.
"Yes, thank you for your help in this mission Captain," replied Gwendalyn politely.
The captain was a tall, good looking middle aged soldier with black hair showing some streaks of grey and a neatly trimmed black mostache. "It is our pleasure to assist such a valiant and if you don't mind me saying, beautiful knight," he said, kissing the back of Gwendalyn's hand gallantly.
Cockweasel wondered what the chivalrous captain would have said if he'd seen the paladin last night. On her knees with a man's cock shoved into her tonsils.
Captain Harlen offered his arm to Lady Gwendalyn and led her across the camp towards his command tent. Cockweasel hurried along behind them, completely ignored by the human ranger.
"So you've been able to locate the encampment where they have the orc?" Gwendalyn asked as they walked.
"We have," replied Harlen. "Originally it was our unit that learnt of this Foulfang's intention to desert. We were moments away from intercepting his escape when the orcs recaptured him. I had hoped that I would have personally been given the mission to break him out, but General West believed you had some unique skills and were better suited to the task." The captain glanced distastefully back at where Cockweasel was hurrying along behind them.
"How many orcs are we expecting at the prison site?" Gwendalyn asked as they ducked to enter Captain Harlen's tent.
"According to our scouts there are at least fifty orcs present, that's not including those held prisoner, as well as a handful of man underlings."
Cockweasel entered the tent behind them. It was quite sparse, a stretcher in one corner with a chest at the foot, probably containing the Captain's personal belongings. In the centre was a table that was apparently used for strategising. Rolled out on the table were a number of maps as well as some navigational equipment.
Harlen led them right up to the table and pulled out a map of the immediate area, rolling it out on top of the clutter of other maps. He stabbed his finger down on the map. "We're here at the moment, about a mile away from these hills here," he explained. "Cockweasel prison is about half a mile further in. We can get you to the hills, but from there you're on your own. A small group, just the two of you should be able to slip right up to the orc prison unnoticed. Getting inside however is another matter."
"We've got it covered," Cockweasel assured him, speaking for the first time.
Harlen ignored him completely and turned to Lady Gwendalyn. "It's not going to be easy, and getting out is likely to be just as difficult. Two hours after we drop you off we'll mount a raid on the orc encampment, we're outnumbered so don't expect it's the cavalry coming to bail you out, but it should act as a diversion to give you a chance to slip away in the chaos."
"Thank you," said Gwendalyn, touching the soldier's arm. "We'll need all the help we can get."
"I'll be praying for your safe return," Harlen told her.
They waited until just before dusk to make their move. After being escorted to the foot of the hills by Captain Harlen and his men, Gwendalyn and Cockweasel had travelled the rest of the way quickly, making good time.
From their vantage point, crouched behind some thick foliage they could see the entrance to the orc prison. It was a cave of some sort, no doubt quite large if the numbers that Captain Harlen had quoted were correct.
"Wear this," instructed Cockweasel, handing a small brown smock to her.
Gwendalyn looked at it in surprise, realising it was the dress worn by the nymph that had attacked Cockweasel a few days ago. "You kept it?' she queried in surprise.
Cockweasel shrugged. "Hey, it's not every day I get kissed like that."
Gwendalyn frowned but decided not to ask. She glanced around to look for a place to get changed.
"Quick, just do it here," urged Cockweasel.
"Okay," she agreed, remembering the clock was ticking. The rangers would be mounting a diversionary assault in less than an hour and a half from now.
Gwendalyn felt a little bashful at stripping in front of Cockweasel, especially knowing what a lecherous fellow he was, but she didn't really have much choice. She yanked her torn tunic up over her head, trying to keep one arm across her bare breasts at all times.
Cockweasel grinned and licked his lips as he watched the topless paladin. Her big tits were difficult to keep covered as she struggled into the nymph's smock and his stares were rewarded with a few nice peeks of her dark, pointed nipples. What he'd give to suck on those jugs for a while.
The smock was very tight, made for the much small nymph it was a tough job to get into. The brown gown stretched very tight across Gwendalyn's expansive bosom, almost threatening to rip and leaving very little to the imagination. It was low cut, only millimetres short of exposing the edge of her areola's and showing plenty of deep cleavage.
Gwendalyn reached under the hem of the smock and unfastened her leather pants, tugging them down and trying to keep the hem of the smock from riding up too much. The short dress showed off her long, trim legs to excellent effect, so short that it almost exposed the lower slopes of her firm buttocks at the back.
"You look great," said Cockweasel once she was ready, eyeing her up lecherously and licking his lips in admiration.
"Let's get this over and done with," muttered the paladin, stashing her clothes and longsword at the base of a nearby bush. She felt very exposed, not just by the tiny smock, but also by the fact she'd be going into the orc lair weaponless.
"Let's get you looking like a prisoner then," Cockweasel moved in front of her and tied her wrists together in front of her, taking his time and being sure to get a good up close look into her cleavage as he did so. He used a loose knot that Captain Harlen had shown him so that Gwendalyn could break free in a moment if required.
"There we go," announced Cockweasel once he was happy with the knot, he reached around and gave her a pat on the ass, causing her to almost jump in surprise.
Gwendalyn glared angrily at him. "Just behave yourself. Remember I can get out of these ropes if necessary!"
"Let's go then," urged Cockweasel with a wink.
He grabbed the end of the rope tied to Gwendalyn's wrists and dragged her forward towards the orc lair. His heart was hammering in his chest as he approached, if the orcs saw through their scheme they were dead.
Gwendalyn stumbled along behind her 'captor' doing her best to look like a distraught human prisoner. Inside she was just as nervous as Cockweasel, feeling very vulnerable without her sword and armour.
For a so-called orc war camp/prison the cave was on surprisingly low alert. Standing at the cave entrance was a single orc guard, leaning heavily on a tall steel tipped spear and looking half asleep. He didn't even notice their approach until they were almost right in front of him.
"Oi! What the fuck do you want?" growled the orc when he finally noticed Cockweasel and Gwendalyn. The orc was a short (somewhere between man and human size in height), stocky pig faced creature with ruddy small-brown skin an ugly snout and two fangs that jutted up from his lower jaw overtop of his upper lip.
Cockweasel swallowed nervously, although he wasn't tall the orc was powerfully built like most of it's kind and the much smaller man did not fancy his chances of getting away if things turned bad. His only consolation at this point was that the orc was obviously somewhat relaxed at the sight of a man and hadn't already run him through with the spear in a stab first, ask questions later approach that Cockweasel had feared might have been the case.
"I, um. I..." stammered Cockweasel.
"Spit it out man!" growled the orc, it's voice was deep and gruff and it almost sounded like he had rocks crunching around in the back of his throat.
"I, er, I caught this human," he said, tugging Gwendalyn forward by the rope. "She's for the slave cells."
The orc sniffed up a big dribble of snot that had been threatening to drop from his snout. "Another human slave eh?"
"Yeah, a woman," added Cockweasel, feeling a little more comfortable with each passing second that the orc didn't kill him.
"She's a pretty one," growled the orc, looking Gwendalyn up and down, noting her well curved body in the skimpy brown smock that Cockweasel had dressed her in.
Gwendalyn could feel the midgets gaze on her and wished that she'd worn something with a bit more material.
Cockweasel too apparently noticed the orc's stare. "Real nice," he agreed, pulling the rope and dragging Gwendalyn right next to him. "She's got a great pair of attitude's eh?" he said, reaching up with one hand and squeezing Gwendalyn's heavy right breast through her smock.
"Nice," grunted the orc in agreement, watching thoughtfully as Cockweasel's hand moved over to the busty woman's other tit, giving it a squeeze and then jiggling it in his palm.
"Nice big tits," said Cockweasel, so absorbed by his fondling of Gwendalyn's magnificent jugs that he almost forgot he was supposed to be having a conversation with the orc guard. The horny man licked his lips as he pinched the paladin's nipple through the material of her dress.
"Big," agreed the orc, stepping right up to the pair. He reached out and roughly grabbed Gwendalyn's other tit, roughly mauling it in his big hand. Gwendalyn winced in discomfort and gasped. He then reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress and tugged it up to her hip, exposing a good portion of Gwendalyn's firm ass. "I want to mate with her," said the orc, grabbing a handful of her buttocks and squeezing hard.
"You, um," Cockweasel's voice went up a couple of octaves in surprise. "You can't."
The orc frowned, dropping his hand away from the woman and focussing his attention back on Cockweasel. "Can't?" he growled menacingly.
Cockweasel swallowed. "She's a virgin, worth lots."
The orc glared at Gwendalyn's luscious curved body with a mixed of lust and doubt. "Virgin?"
Cockweasel's mind raced, realising he would have to satisfy the orc somehow to get inside the cave. He reached up towards Gwendalyn's face, "She's got a pretty mouth though," he told the orc with a wink, pushing one of his grubby fingers right between the busty blonde's lips and into her mouth.
Gwendalyn's eyes went wide, she seen Cockweasel scratching his ass and balls way too many times to be happy about having his finger in her mouth. Not too mention the fact Cockweasel was obviously offering up her mouth to this brute guard. Still she had to admit it was better than the alternative.
The orc hesitated a moment, apparently weighing up the offer. "Okay," he grunted at last, leaning his spear against the entrance to the cave and pulling open the front of his trousers.
Gwendalyn winced as the orc fished out a thick smelly cock from inside his pants, holding it in his meaty fist. She glanced down at the ground, it was covered with sharp looking rocks and rubble, not the sort of ground she wanted to be kneeling on. Not seeing a lot of alternatives, the buxom paladin bent forward at the waist, down towards the orcs offered penis.
Her hands were still tied together in front of her and she leant them both on the orcs thigh for support. The stench of the orc's cock was horrendous, but when she thought about it not much worse than Cockweasel's really.
Muttering a quick prayer, Gwendalyn leant forward and put her mouth around the tip of the orc's cock. The burly creature gave a moan of obvious pleasure at the touch of her lips. He kept his fist around the base of his cock so there was only about 3 inches of penis to go into Gwendalyn's mouth, thank the Gods for small mercies.
Gwendalyn grimaced as she sucked noisly on the end of the orc's cock, swiping her tongue around the tip and sealing her lips around the thick shaft. She bobbed her head over his cock, slurping as she drew her lips up and down the length of his cock that jutted out from his hand.
"Told you she was good," Cockweasel said to the orc who was obviously taking great pleasure from the paladin's mouth. Cockweasel gave Gwendalyn's ass a slap, enjoying the control he had over her for the time being. Her ass felt great so he reached back and this time gave it a squeeze through her dress.
The orc reached down and grabbed the top of Gwendalyn's head as she sucked him, holding her head in place as he stabbed his cock into her mouth a few times, moaning as he became more and more turned on. With the end of his cock in Gwendalyn's mouth and against her tongue the orc began to stroke his cock, rubbing the lower half, his fist banging into her face as he jerked off. He was half getting a blowjob, half masturbating directly into her mouth.
"Good sucking!" the orc moaned his fist a blur on his cock, the head of his penis vibrating in Gwendalyn's mouth as she did her best to suck heavily on him.
The orc gave a loud grunt and was suddenly spurting. With his strong hand holding her head in place Gwendalyn had nowhere to go as he started to full her mouth with hot, sticky orc semen. The guard's knee's sagged as he shot thick ropes of cum across Gwendalyn's tongue, emptying his load into her mouth.
"Good sucking," he repeated, wringing the last few drops into her mouth. He pulled his spent cock out from between her lips and slapped it a couple of times against her cheek, leaving a couple of tiny droplets of sperm.
"You can go in," the guard said when he finally released Gwendalyn's head.
"Thank you, thank you," replied Cockweasel, almost grovelling as he pulled Gwendalyn inside, holding tightly to the rope that bound her wrists.
"I can't believe you put me through that," hissed Gwendalyn once they were deep enough into the cave to be out of earshot.
"Sorry," apologised Cockweasel. "But at least I didn't let him fuck you."
"And was squeezing my ass necessary?"
"Just getting into character," Cockweasel replied. The argument was quickly cut short as they entered the first large chamber of the orc cave.
It was a vast chamber with about five different tunnels leading off in various directions. There were about a dozen orcs and even a couple of mans inside, mostly lazing about. A few were gambling at a table near the middle of the cavern and one particularly muscular orc was sharpening a huge axe in one corner of the cavern. One or two looked up at their entry and seemed a little surprised to see a human prisoner, but fortunately no one bothered them as they made their way around the edge and took the first tunnel, hoping it led where they wanted to go.
It didn't. Cockweasel dragged Gwendalyn down the dimly lit passageway and stumbled right into an orc sleeping area.
On the broken bed that was in the centre of the small chamber there was a fat, overweight orc. He was naked and busy vigorously thrusting into the posterior of a human slave. She was young, obviously a peasant girl that had been captured somewhere along the way. She was a little skinny but otherwise could have been quite pretty if she was cleaned up. The orc held her hips tightly in his plump hands and was slamming his thick cock into her doggy style.
"What ya want?" he growled in annoyance when he saw Cockweasel stumble into the room.
"Ah, prison?" stammered Cockweasel in reply.
"Next tunnel you stupid man," grunted the orc, resuming his fucking.
Cockweasel nodded and quickly backed away.
They followed the directions given, quickly slipping through the main chamber and down along the next tunnel.
Sure enough this time they found the prison area of the orc cave. Gwendalyn's stomach churned when she saw two large orcs standing guard in front of an iron gate that had been fashioned across the tunnel to lock prisoners inside. She wondered what humiliation Cockweasel was going to put her through to get past the guards.
Fortunately it didn't involve oral sex, the busty paladin managing to get away with a few exploratory pinches and gropes as both orcs took it in turns to check her for any hidden weapons.
"What does this Kum Foulfang look like?" hissed Cockweasel once they were past the main gate to the series of caverns that served as a prison. The two guards locked the gate behind them as they entered.
"I don't know," replied Gwendalyn.
"How are we going to find him then?"
"I don't know," Gwendalyn replied again, that was the first time she'd even considered the problem of identifying the orc defector. Up until now she hadn't even got past the problem of getting inside the orc jail in her planning.
Fortunately it didn't prove as hard as expected. The jail contained mostly human prisoners, all rather gaunt and mistreated, mostly women as orcs tended to kill the survivors of battle rather than accepting any surrenders. There were also a handful of mans, but only one orc.
Kum Foulfang was behind another locked gate near the back of the main prison cavern. He was quite big for an orc, but not muscular like the guard Gwendalyn had sucked off, but chunky and flabby like the orc they'd found fucked the slave in the first tunnel they'd ventured down.
"We're going to need the key," murmured Gwendalyn, eyeing up the locked the door.
"Hurry up in there man!" grunted one of the guards from the other side of main gate.
Cockweasel looked back in surprised and realised that it would indeed look a bit odd if he staying in the jail with his prisoner. He turned back to Gwendalyn and started to untie her wrists to release her into the general population.
"I've got an idea," he whispered. "Just play along and I'll get us that key."
"Okay," agreed the paladin with a subtle nod, rubbing her wrists as the rope finally came off.
"Take my cock out and start playing with it," instructed Cockweasel.
"What?" she hissed, suddenly getting annoyed with her horny squire.
"Trust me," he whispered. "Just play along and then when you see your chance grab the key."
"I don't see..."
"Do it!" insisted Cockweasel, glancing over his shoulder at the guards.
"Fine," agreed Gwendalyn at last. She reached into the front of Cockweasel's pants and pulled out his small cock. It was soft, but she felt it twitch in her palm as she gave it a squeeze and pulled it out of his pants. Her other hand cupped his balls as she began to toy with his thickening penis.
"Good," murmured Cockweasel, reaching up and grabbing at both of Gwendalyn's tits through her smock. The paladin stiffened at his touch and suppressed the urge to slap him, letting him play with her boobs as she stroked his cock.
Cockweasel's dick quickly stiffened in Gwendalyn's hands and she began to give him a proper handjob, wrapping her hand around his shaft and rubbing rapidly up and down. All the while Cockweasel continued to fondle her breasts, squeezing and pinching them through her dress.
"What the hell's going on in there?" demanded the guard from behind the still locked gate, obviously starting to lose patience.
"I'll just be a minute," replied Cockweasel, moaning softly as Gwendalyn jerked him off, perhaps enjoying it a little too much.
"What are you doing?" demanded the orc.
Cockweasel sighed theatrically and pried Gwendalyn's hand off his cock, he stuffed it back in his pants and turned to the guard. "Sorry, it's just she does this amazing thing with her hands, I wanted one last go."
"What she do?" asked the orc, his curiousity piqued.
"It's amazing," Cockweasel told him, forming a half clenched fist and making the motion of masturbating in the air. "You should give it a try." Cockweasel didn't wait for an answer and immediately dragged Gwendalyn over towards the iron gate.
"Come on," urged Cockweasel as he pushed Gwendalyn right up to the bars and waved the guard closer.
The orc seemed to hesitate for only a moment before stepping up to the iron gate. Knowing what was expected of her, Gwendalyn reached through the bars and tugged down the front of the guards pants. His thick, flaccid cock flopped out and she immediately took hold of it in both hands, giving it a firm squeeze. The orc gave a snort as Gwendalyn started to play with his dick, stroking it in her palms as well as paying attention to his heavy testicles.
"Ain't nothing special," the orc said to Cockweasel when his cock did not immediately rise under the buxom paladin's attentions.
The second guard looked on with interest as his companion was pleasured by the human prisoner.
"Just wait, it's good," Cockweasel assured him. "Play with her tits a bit as well."
The orc moved closer to the bars and reached up to grab Gwendalyn's chest as she stroked his still soft cock. He wasn't able to get his big hands all the way through the bars so made do with using his first two fingers and thumbs to pinch at her heavy boobs.
Gwendalyn swiped her thumb across the head of the guards cock and pulled on the fleshy pole to bring him even closer to the bars. It was what she had been waiting for. The paladin kept her left hand cupping the orcs testicles, but her right hand released his cock and shot over to grab the large keyring attached to his belt. She yanked the keys back through the bars and at the same time squeezed as hard as she could on the orcs nuts.
The orc gave a roar of agony as Gwendalyn tossed the keys to Cockweasel. He fell back and doubled over in pain as Cockweasel and human ran back across the prison chamber to the gate at the far end where the orc deserter Foulfang was imprisoned.
Cockweasel fumbled at the second gate, his hand shaking as he jammed the key into the lock.
"This had better be the same key," he said out loud, his heart racing as he glanced over to see the second guard inserting a key in the front door.
"Hurry!" urged Gwendalyn.
Cockweasel turned the key and there was a click as it unlocked. They both breathed an audible sigh of relief as Cockweasel yanked the door open.
At the same time the guard had unlocked the front gate. His fellow orc was still on the floor holding his crushed crotch.
"Shit!" swore Gwendalyn as the unwounded guard drew his sword and moved towards them.
Cockweasel pulled Gwendalyn into the cell and slammed the door shut. He then reached through the bars and slammed his fist down on the key chain. The rusted metal snapped off and fell to the floor, leaving the end of the key jammed into the lock.
"He's not getting through this gate now," said Cockweasel, looking rather pleased with himself.
"And neither are we you idiot!" snapped Gwendalyn.
"Huh?' Cockweasel blurted, not sure what the problem was.
"You've just locked us in this cell, we can't escape now," said Gwendalyn angrily.
"Oh," replied Cockweasel sheepishly, his bluster all gone. "I didn't think of that." He looked back out of the cell to see the two orcs guards glaring in at them, looking none too happy.
"Who the fuck are you two?" said a voice from within the cell. It was Kum Foulfang the orc traitor.
"Well we were here to save you, but now I'm not so sure," said Cockweasel with a shrug.
"Is there another way out of here?" asked Gwendalyn anxiously as the two guards started to raise the alarm.
"Not that I know of," replied Foulfang. "The cave goes back a short way back there, but the only thing there is a stream for drinking water."
"A stream?" repeated Gwendalyn hopefully.
"Yeah, so what?"
"It could be our best chance. The water has to go somewhere!" the paladin said enthusiastically, moving towards the back of the cave.
"You want to jump in the stream?" asked Foulfang in surprise.
Gwendalyn moved around the back corner of the prison cave and sure enough there was a small stream disappearing down into a deep looking hole in a small waterfall. She could hear the sound of rushing water beneath. The hole would be a tight fit, especially for the rather plump orc, but it looked possible.
"We're going down," Gwendalyn announced.
"But I can't swim!" protested Foulfang.
"Better learn quick," replied Gwendalyn, patting the orc on the back of his shoulder, "because you're going in first." With that Gwendalyn gave the orc a shove, pushing him into the stream.
To be continued...
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 wash 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 but 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 the 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 orcs 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'd 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 blue-ish 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 the 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 it's length for a couple of hundred meters until it opened out into another cavern who's roof was also lit by the strange azure glow. Inside this cavern was small village made up of several building's carefully crafted from stone. They were forced through down to the centre of the building's where another dozen drow were waiting.
The group were again all female. At the front of the group was the apparently 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 orcs 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," she said, turning 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 man. "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 Cockweasel had known he'd of 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 Cockweasely 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 man!" 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 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 elves ample breasts. The large orbs felt incredibly warm and soft against his rag filled hand and the horny man 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 drows 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 man froze, his fingers sunken 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 man," 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 orcs 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 drows firm breasts through her dress as he plotted. "If she wakes up my life won't be worth shit."
Cockweasel slipped his hands inside the front of the dark elfs 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 small 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 Cockweasel 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 small posterior bouncing between them as he started to fuck her.
Cockweasel 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 Cockweasel 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 Cockweasel 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 orcish 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 casual 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 man 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 man, 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 orcish 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 man into action. The swim had drained all his strength.
On the other side of Gwendalyn was Foulfang, up on his hands and knee's 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 it's 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 up cuddling up to that small 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 wont 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 Cockweasel was in front of her, his back against her so that she in turn spooned him. It was a cosy little orc-human-man 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 man 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 Cockweasel'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 front 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 man 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 skintight 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 days 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 man 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 man 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 jiggling 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 man 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 Cockweasel's small 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 knee's 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 man, 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 difficultly 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 Cockweasel'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. Cockweasel 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 Cockweasel 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 Cockweasel, 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. Cockweasel 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 man 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 knee's, 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 man 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.