Cockweasel Meets the King - Chapter 3 - Part 3

Cockweasel Meets the King - Chapter 3 - Part 3

"Is there another way out?" whispered Jenn, keeping her voice low.

Cockweasel's eyes were wide as he shook his head vigorously. "No." He hadn't believed her when she'd said that he was in danger, but perhaps he had done something wrong after all.

"Window?" Jenn asked.

Cockweasel nodded. He had no interest in finding out who was on the other side of the door.

"Let's go!" hissed Jenn, grabbing the goblin by the hand and pulling him across the room.

Jenn yanked the shutters open and peered outside. About ten feet below them was the roof of the Temple stables.

"All clear, let's go!" she ordered.

"Open up! We know you're in there!" yelled a gruff voice from on the other side of the door, punctuated with another series of urgent thumps on the door.

Cockweasel clambered out the window and dropped down ahead of Jenn, landing on the roof of the stables. A crashing sound came from the room above as the person outside the door attempted to ram it open.

"Quick!" urged Jenn as they hurriedly climbed down the side of the stable to the ground. Cockweasel looked up as he was near the bottom and almost stopped as he was rewarded with a great view up Jenn's short dress to her shaven mound and lovely posterior. He raised one eyebrow as she saw her pussy was completely hairless.

"Hurry!" she repeated, snapping him back into action.

They hit the ground and made a dash for the gates of the Temple compound, at this early evening time of day they still stood open. There was a crash and shouting from Cockweasel's room as they slipped out into the streets of the city.

"Go, go, go!" Jenn led them at a run down the street without pausing to look back to see if their pursuers were giving chase.

She led Cockweasel hurriedly through the city streets towards the poorer side of town near the river.

"In here!" she said as they passed a bustling tavern, busy with the crowds from the docks. "We'll lay low in the crowds here."

The tavern was thick with dock workers, local farmers and a few sailors, drinking rowdily and completely filling the small common-room. The crowd was the perfect place to hide from any pursuers.

Jenn and Cockweasel threaded their way quickly through the crowd, heading straight to the far side of the tavern, well away from the door where the crowds were thickest.

"We should be able to hide out here, I don't think they saw us come inside," whispered Jenn, standing close in front of Cockweasel. This was the busiest side of the tavern, it was standing room only. As the other customer's pushed their way towards the bar behind them, it became more and more cramped and Jenn was pressed right up against Cockweasel.

"Who were they?" asked Cockweasel, still rather stunned by the whole situation. One minute he was jerking off by himself, the next minute this hot brunette had finished him off and he was being chased through the city streets.

"I don't know," admitted Jenn. "But I doubt they were going to give you gold." Jenn felt a sailor press up against her from behind, forced into her by the crowd. Sure, there were a lot of people in the common room, but she was sure he was standing a whole lot closer than he needed to. Under the circumstances she didn't want to attract any unnecessary attention. It was possible they hadn't lost their pursuer and he had followed them into the tavern.

"So are you serious about the money?" asked Cockweasel dubiously. He still couldn't figure out why someone was wanting to pay so much gold just to meet with him.

"Dead serious," Jenn assured him. The man behind her was rubbing himself against her and she was pretty sure he had a hard-on.

"Couldn't this...client of yours, have just come in person for this chat?" asked Cockweasel.

"No," insisted Jenn. "The deal is that you come with me. Besides, I'll make sure that you're very well looked after."

Cockweasel couldn't help but glance at the cum-stains on her leather dress. Perhaps going with the the buxom brunette wasn't such a bad idea after all. With Gwendallyn going away for a week or two he would have got bored at the Temple anyway. There was only so many times he could have tricked Johanna from the Temple of Adeva into fucking or sucking him.

The crowd moved and Jenn felt the man behind her hump against her ass. She tried to look over her shoulder and at least give him an angry glare, but the crowded tavern made it impossible to turn. She stiffened when she felt a clammy, sweaty hand touch the back of her thigh.

"I'm sorry about your dress," Cockweasel said to Jenn after a few moments silence.

"That's ok Cockweasel," she replied with a warm smile. She felt the hand on the back of her thigh slide upwards. She resisted the urge to slam her elbow backwards as she felt the hand pushing up the back of her dress.

"I think the guy behind me is copping a feel," she whispered to as the sailor grabbed a handful of her firm ass, squeezing eagerly.

Cockweasel raised an eyebrow, tilting his head down and unsuccessfully trying to get a look at the hand kneading Jenn's perfectly taut buttock.

"I'd knock the guys head off, but I don't want to cause a scene," Jenn whispered. She gasped aloud as he ran his hand over her ass, then reached right up between her legs and brushed his fingers over the lower edge of her pussy.

"There's a chance those guys from the temple followed us in here," said Jenn, biting her lower lip as she felt the hand rubbing the crack of her ass.

"I can't decide if this is creepy or hot," murmured Cockweasel, staring at Jenn with a grin on his face, wishing he could see the guy's hand. Usually he was the one doing the groping so it was a novel situation to be the observer.

Jenn could feel the sailor's hot breath on the back of her neck as his index finger moved up between her thighs again. She tried to press her thighs together, but it was no use. His finger wormed it's way inside the entrance of her pussy and at the same time she felt his thumb pressing against her puckered asshole.

"Fucking hell!" she whispered, her eyes widening as his finger probed her cunt. She'd never been so outrageously groped in public like this.

"What?" asked Cockweasel, almost eagerly. The little prick seemed to be enjoying her discomfort.

"He's got his finger in my pussy," she whispered.

Cockweasel stared hard at her crotch, but all he could see was her dress.

The man's finger began to slide in and out of her pussy as his thumb rubbed at her asshole, Jenn's breathing began to become a little heavier as she felt herself getting slightly aroused, despite her efforts to resist.

"I swear, I'm going to break his fucking finger," hissed Jenn as she felt his thumb actually entering her anus. His index finger was buried in her pussy to the second knuckle.

"Fuck this," she snapped at last. "Follow me Cockweasel."

Jenn resisted the urge to punch the grinning sailor as she pulled away from him, extracting his hand from under her dress as she pushed away through the crowd. As they disappeared from sight she glanced back to see the man sucking her juices off his index finger, winking at her.

"What a fucking asshole!" she muttered.

They made their way over to the crowded bar where Jenn spoke with the tavern keeper and passed him a couple of coins. He handed her back a key.

"I've booked passage on a river barge tomorrow morning," she told Cockweasel as they made their way over to the staircase leading up to the tavern's rooms. "Until then we'll stay put here. Hopefully whoever was chasing us won't track us down tonight."

The room upstairs was nicer than Cockweasel had been expecting. The large bed on one side of the room even had clean looking blankets on it, which was unusual for a tavern this close to the river.

"This has been a crazy night," muttered Cockweasel, sitting down on the edge of the bed and shaking his head as Jenn locked the door behind them.

"Don't worry," Jenn assured him. "I'll make sure you're safe, you can trust me, I'm very good at my job." She sat down on the bed beside him, crossing her long legs as her short dress rode up her thighs displaying plenty of her long tanned legs. The action looked almost practised, deliberate.

"You remember back at the temple..." began Cockweasel hesitantly. He turned slightly to face towards the gorgeous brunette.

"Mmm?"

"When you said that you were very friendly?"

"Yes?" Jenn smiled, dropping a hand onto Cockweasel's knee as she immediately saw where this was going.

"Remember when you said I could do whatever I wanted to you?"

"I remember," murmured Jenn, stroking up and down his thigh with one fingertip.

"Were you serious?" he asked.

"Very serious." Jenn nodded in reply.

Continued in Chapter 3 - Part 4...

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