Cockweasel Meets the King - Chapter 4 - Part 4

Cockweasel Meets the King - Chapter 4 - Part 4

They had stopped in front of a small wooden fort in amongst the thickest part of the forest. The fort was surrounded by a fence of sharpened spikes and was guarded by a pair of large, stocky guards in heavy chainmail with full-face helms.

Cockweasel stared suspiciously at the two guards as Jenn took him by the arm and guided him towards the entrance to the fort. "Who are they?"

"The guards," replied Jenn simply. She pulled harder on his arm as they got close.

"Um... I'm starting to have second thoughts," murmured Cockweasel, slowing down. He suddenly had a bad feeling about this... but then he'd been thinking with his penis, not his brain when he'd come along with the sexy human. Of course it had been too good to be true.

"Too late," snapped Jenn. "I've swallowed far too much of your nasty cum for you to back out now."

Jenn shoved Cockweasel forward and the taller of the two guards grabbed him by the shoulder. He pinned the goblin's hands behind his back as the second guard, the stockier of the two, watched on.

"Tie his hands," growled the tall guardsman gruffly.

The stocky guard seemed to snap out of a daze as he stepped up and bound Cockweasel's hands behind his back.

"So there wasn't anyone chasing us back at the Temple when we jumped out the window, was there?" asked Cockweasel somewhat sullenly as he was restrained.

Jenn smiled. "It was probably just the guards chasing me. I did kill a couple of them on my way in."

"And those two men in the alleyway this morning?"

Jenn shrugged. "Muggers maybe? Who cares?" She nodded to the guards. "Let's go gentlemen," Jenn led the way as the two armoured guards dragged Cockweasel along between them. Wherever they were, the buxom brunette knew where she was going.

They entered the forest fort and went straight up a wooden staircase to the second floor. Cockweasel paled as he saw who was waiting for him, sitting behind a large wooden desk with a disturbing grin on his face.

Shag'gash Darktusk, the King of the Orcs, gave a deep throaty rumble of a chuckle, punctuating it with a grunting snort from his snout. "This worm is the paladin?" The orc king stared distastefully at Cockweasel, licking on his sharp fangs threateningly.

Jenn pulled Cockweasel from the tall guardsman and shoved him forward in front of the king, knocking him to his knees. "Yes, this is Sir Cockweasel the goblin."

"A goblin eh?" remarked Shag'gash, clearly surprised. "Well done Raventail, you have succeeded yet again."

Jenn bowed. "As promised your highness."

"Very good work," growled Shag'gash. "Now come over here."

Without hesitating, Jenn sauntered around the desk to where the orc king was sitting. Shag'gash grabbed a handful of her brown locks and dragged her to her knees beside him. Cockweasel lost sight of Jenn behind the desk, but a few moments later he heard a slurping noise and the king gave a satisfied sigh.

"So you are the one bragging about the defeat of the orcs?" growled the orc king, frowning across the desk at Cockweasel. The orc glared at him as the beautiful human bobbed her head in the orc's lap.

Cockweasel swallowed. He'd heard that the orc king had survived the defeat of the orcish armies and had gone into hiding. Apparently this was his hideout. Cockweasel was screwed.

"I...er... I'm not sure I..." Cockweasel squeaked and stammered. He was pretty sure he was about to be a dead little goblin and he couldn't see a likely escape.

Shag'gash gave a rumbling growl that silenced Cockweasel's stammering. "You were claiming you were responsible for the defeat of my army."

Cockweasel frowned. There was a squelching noise coming from behind the desk, evidently Jenn was giving her king one of her fantastic blowjobs. Cockweasel was sure going to miss her pretty mouth.

Shag'gash continued. "You know the whereabouts of the orc defector? Kum Foulfang?"

Cockweasel swallowed. "Who? Never heard of him."

Shag'gash looked furious. "Cut off the goblin's nose," he snapped at his guards.

Cockweasel squealed as one of the guards roughly seized him from behind, the tall one. The stockier guard pulled a long, jagged knife from his belt and held it up to Cockweasel's face, resting it against his cheek, the shard tip touching the side of Cockweasel's nose.

"Wait!" shrieked Cockweasel, he wasn't exactly pretty, but still he figured that being noseless wouldn't help with the ladies. "I...er... I remember Foulfang now."

"Good," Shag'gash grinned, showing his sharp fangs. There was still a diligent slurping noise coming from under the desk as Jenn sucked off the king of the orcs. "Where is he?"

"He's..."

There was suddenly a crash as the door burst open and several armoured figures launched into the room. At the head of the group of soldiers was none other than Lady Gwendallyn in full platemail, her visor up and her longsword drawn.

"It's over King Darktusk!" she announced, levelling her sword at the orc king as more soldier's flooded into the room behind her.

The two orc guards that were holding Cockweasel froze, the stocky one still had his knife in Cockweasel's face.

Gwendallyn saw Cockweasel for the first time. "Cockweasel? What on earth are you doing here?" She seemed shocked to see the goblin.

Cockweasel shrugged. "Capturing the orc king for you," he replied with a grin.

Before the surprised paladin could reply, King Shag'gash interrupted them. "If you don't let me go, the goblin dies."

Gwendallyn turned back to the orc king, her eyes narrowing. "I don't think so Darktusk."

Shag'gash scowled in irritation and gestured casually to his guards. "Kill him."

Cockweasel gave a squawk and squeezed his eyes shut as the jagged knife flashed across his face. To his surprise he didn't die though. The tall guard behind him gave a gurgled grunt as the knife stabbed up under his helm and he slumped to the floor, blood gushed from a gaping wound in his throat.

Cockweasel's eyes snapped back open and in front of him the stocky orc guard pulled off his helmet.

"Foulfang?" blurted Cockweasel in surprise as he saw the familiar orcish face.

"Hey Cockweasel," replied the orc with a toothy grin. "You surprised the shit out of me when Raventail showed up with you."

Cockweasel was still in shock, but rather happy to be alive. He could only manage a startled nod.

"His mercenary Raventail is under the desk," Foulfang said to Gwendallyn.

The beautiful blonde paladin nodded and she approached the desk along with two other soldiers, her sword at the ready. As the soldiers seized King Shag'gash and tied him up, Gwendallyn looked under the desk and frowned.

"There's no-one there," she announced.

Cockweasel gaped in surprise. "What? That's impossible." He hurried over to check for himself, but sure enough there was no sign of Jenn Raventail. The mysterious buxom brunette had vanished.

"Don't worry," Gwendallyn told him. "Darktusk was our main target."

Cockweasel gave a slightly worried nod. "What are you doing here anyway? I though Lord Jontar had sent you off on some mission."

Gwendallyn nodded. "This is the mission. Me and Foulfang had a lead to track down the orc king. More to the point, what are you doing here Cockweasel?"

The goblin gave a sigh. "It's a long story..."

THE END

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