Sir Cockweasel the Third - Chapter 1 - Part 2

Sir Cockweasel the Third - Chapter 1 - Part 2

They set out just after sunrise the next morning. Cockweasel instructed his squire Elizabeth to bring only one horse which they shared. Elizabeth sat in front, holding the reins and guiding the horse as Cockweasel nestled in behind her, his arms around her slim waist and sitting right against her so that his crotch sat snugly against her lovely posterior.

As soon as they departed through the city gates, heading towards the lands of the orcs, Cockweasel's hands began to stray.

At first Elizabeth didn't notice. Cockweasel's right hand slipped up from around her waist and lightly cupped her full breast through the material of her tunic, the ample orb filling his green hand. When she felt a slight squeeze she glanced down and was surprised to see his hand cradling her breast. Without a word she reached up and pried Cockweasel's reluctant fingers from her tit, guiding his hand back down to her waist.

Cockweasel gave a small sigh and shuffled closer, pressing his crotch ever harder in against Elizabeth's ass, the slight bulge of his dick nestling between the firm gloves of Elizabeth's pert young buttocks.

They travelled another mile or so without any further comment, and once again Cockweasel's hand strayed up to touch Elizabeth's large breasts. She left it there for a moment, until once again he gave the large melon a firm squeeze.

"Copweasel!?" exclaimed Elizabeth in dismay as he looked down to see Cockweasel's green fingers squeezing her enormous right boob.

The horny little goblin paused, his fingers sunk into the firm flesh of Elizabeth's breast. "Sorry," he apologized, releasing the huge melon. "I thought I was slipping off the horse."

Elizabeth shook her head and sighed as Cockweasel's hand returned to her waist and they rode on in silence. Elizabeth could clearly feel Cockweasel's cock pressing insistently against her ass.

This time the wait was shorter. After a couple of minutes Cockweasel's right hand stole up to cop a feel of his buxom squire. This however, she was ready for him. Before the goblin's hand got within an inch of Elizabeth's mountainous breast, her hand shot up and caught Cockweasel's fingers. The lovely squire gave a twist, bending the goblin knight's fingers down at an awkward, and painful, angle.

Cockweasel gave a startled yelp of pain. "Ahh! What are you doing!" he squealed in distress.

"Keep your hands to yourself Sir Cotweasel," snapped Elizabeth, a definite note of anger in her tone.

Cockweasel harrumphed and dropped his sore hand back to Elizabeth's shapely waist. This time, as they rode on, his hands stayed well clear of Elizabeth's chest, and he contented himself with only grinding his crotch against her bottom, no more groping. They rode in silence.

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Far away, on the other side of the Kingdom, an old enemy of our heroic paladin had returned.

Valeria the Black, Master Sorceress and Cockweasel's former mistress was not as dead as Cockweasel had been led to believe.

The raven haired sorceress strode purposefully across the shadowed courtyard towards the tall, imposing tower. She was dressed, as always, in jet black. A long, flowing gown with flared sleeves and a flared hem. The dress had a plunging neckline, that displayed a considerable portion of her pale, mountainous breasts and deep cleavage, and it was slit up one side, so that with each long stride, her long, creamy thigh came into view.

The dangerously sexy enchantress paused at the door of the massive tower and took a deep breath as if summoning her courage. The breath caused her already impossibly big breasts to swell out even further, threatening to pop free from the low cut top of her black dress.

"Zeldin!" she called out loudly. "I have returned."

There was a moment's pause and then the door of the dark tower swung open.

Valeria hesitated yet again and then reluctantly entered the foreboding tower. She strode slowly up an impossibly long flight of stone stairs, travelling to the very top of the massive structure. The door at the top was black, carved with strange symbols that were inlaid with silver.

The sorceress pushed open the strange looking door and stepped into the laboratory of her old master, Zeldin the Warlock.

Zeldin was waiting for her. He was an ancient, wizened old man with a long, snowy white beard and a deeply wrinkled face. He was dressed in a royal blue robe that was flecked with gold designs. Zeldin looked every inch the kindly old wizard from fairy tales. Other than the lecherous leer that covered his face when he laid eyes on his visitor.

"Valeria," murmured the old magician as he licked his lips and gazed at the lovely curved body of his former apprentice. "It is very good to see you again. The years have been kind."

Valeria swallowed, slightly uncomfortable under the leering gaze of the old man. It was almost as if he was undressing her with his eyes. And from Valeria's previous experience with her past master, she guessed that he would soon be using more than just his eyes.

"I need your help Zeldin," said Valeria. "My powers have been greatly weakened in recent times."

Zeldin smiled at that and stepped closer to the lovely dark haired sorceress. "What is it you need my dear?"

Valeria tensed slightly as Zeldin moved around behind her. He stepped close, one wrinkled hand reaching around her to hold her gently by the throat from behind, at the same time he leant forward, breathing in her scent. She could feel his ancient breath on her soft neck. "I need revenge," she announced.

Zeldin's other hand reached up to touch the bare flesh above the plunging neckline of her black gown, his palm pressing against her exposed cleavage. "Revenge," he said, repeating her request. "A worthy intention."

Zeldin's fingers slid inside the neckline of Valeria's dress, his hand pushed it's way down her cleavage until he was grasping her bare right breast in his hand. Valeria's skin was crawling as the old wizard eagerly squeezed. "Who do you seek retribution from?" the elderly wizard asked her as he kneaded the ample sphere in his old hand. His fingers pinched her hardened nipple causing her to gasp out loud.

"Cockweasel. The goblin," Valeria sucked in a sharp hiss of breath as Zeldin roughly squeezed her bare breast again. His other hand stroked the underside of her chin and soft skin along the line of her jaw. "My old servant."

"I will aid you," said Zeldin, his fondling hand still stuffed down the front of Valeria's dress. "But I will take my payment now."

Zeldin turned Valeria's face towards his and he hungrily pressed his mouth against hers, his bushy white beard scratching against her face as Zeldin's old tongue forced it's way into her mouth. The old man moaned into Valeria's mouth as he eagerly kissed her.

"Jirak!" Zeldin murmured as they broke of their kiss. As he spoked Valeria's dress abruptly fell to the floor, compelled by the magic word he spoke.

"You are as beautiful as I remember," said Zeldin as he admired Valeria's flawless nakeness. Still standing behind her he slid his hands over the front of her body, cupping and squeezing her generous breasts, stroking across her toned, flat stomach, tracing the sensual curve of her hips, the taut firmness of her thighs and finally running his fingers through the dark thatch of Valeria's pubic hair.

Zeldin murmured another arcane word and his own blue robe fell away, revealing the impressively rigid jut of his hard cock, aimed towards the round sphere's of Valeria's buttocks. His old, withered body seemed strangely at odds with his powerfully stiff erection.

A third muttered command and a large, four poster bed popped to existence, right next to the naked couple.

Zeldin moved onto the bed, lying on his back. Valeria followed him, immediately straddling Zeldin's middle and reaching between her legs to grasp his stiff penis in her soft hand.

"Wait," ordered the old wizard. "Use your mouth first."

"Very well," submitted Valeria. The raven haired sorceress shuffled down the bed to kneel between Zeldin's skinny legs. She gave the old man's ancient cock a couple of brief strokes in her hand and then leant forward, slipping her warm lips down over the head of his cock.

"Perfect!" murmured Zeldin in appreciation as Valeria's lovely mouth slid down his cock. He reached down and grabbed the top of Valeria's head in both hands, guiding the movements of her lips on his erect shaft.

With Zeldin's hands pushing forcefully down on the top of Valeria's head, her lips worked their way down his shaft, until his entire cock was buried inside her mouth. Zeldin moaned as he held Valeria's head in place, her lips stretched around the very base of his shaft and her nose pressed into his grey pubic hair.

Valeria's nostrils flared as she did her best to breath through her nose, her mouth stuffed full of hard cock.

"Good," announced Zeldin after almost a full minute when he finally released her head and let her come up for air.

As Valeria caught her breath, Zeldin readjusted his grip on her head, grabbing hold of her dark black locks. With a grunt he thrust his cock back into her mouth, ramming it deep so that his balls slapped into her chin. Valeria's eyes went wide in surprise as the ancient old wizard started to fuck her mouth.

Zeldin moaned contentedly as he face fucked the gorgeous sorceress. "I've definitely missed your mouth," he told her as he drilled his cock rapidly in and out. After a couple of minutes of vigorous thrusting he once again paused, holding her face down hard into his crotch with his dick sunk between her lips in to the hilt.

Zeldin rocked his hips from side to side, moaning as he enjoyed the feel of his whole cock stuffed into Valeria's beautiful mouth. "Lovely!" he breathed as he finally released her.

Valeria sat up, breathing heavily.

"Mount me," instructed Zeldin, gesturing for his former apprentice to move up the bed towards him.

Valeria gave a poorly concealed grimace as she crawled up to the aged wizard's midsection and straddled his groin. She reached down between her sleek thighs and took hold of the old man's hard cock, lining the tip up with the entrance to her vagina. The beautiful, dark haired enchantress gave a low moan as she sunk down onto Zeldin's erection.

"Magnificent!" murmured Zeldin as he looked up at the beautiful woman riding him. He ran his hands up her smooth thighs as she started to ride his hard cock, her hips rolling as she ground herself down onto him.

Valeria's superb breasts jiggling as she bounced on Zeldin's ancient penis, and the wizard's shrivelled old hands immediately shot up to capture the shaking sphere's of flesh. Zeldin moaned as he eagerly squeezed the massive melons, his fingers sinking into the firm flesh.

Zeldin moaned and clutched tighter on Valeria's boobs, his breathing becoming fast and ragged as she fucked him. "Not much longer!" he groaned.

His words spurred Valeria on, her thrusting hips sliding her tight pussy rapidly up and down the mage's erection.

"Ah!" Zeldin gave a sharp moan of pleasure as his hands squeezed painfully on Valeria's tits.

The old magician groaned as he arched his back and his cock exploded inside Valeria's tight cunt.

Valeria slowed her pace as Zeldin came, rolling her hips languidly as she milked the elderly wizard's lurching penis of all it's milky seed.

"The goblin must die!" growled Valeria, gritting her teeth as another wave of climax rocked Zeldin's body, causing his painful grip on her breasts to tighten.

Continued in Chapter 2...

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