Sir Cockweasel the Third - Chapter 2 - Part 1
Sir Cockweasel the Goblin, recently knighted Paladin, and his new squire, the lovely Elizabeth, were on a mission of great importance to the Kingdom. The orc turncoat Foulfang had fled the human lands and it was feared he carried secrets back to his home, to the lands of the orcs. As Cockweasel had been instrumental in securing Foulfang's help in the first place, it had fallen to him to track down the renegade orc and bring him back. Dead or alive.
Cockweasel and Elizabeth had been riding all day, sharing a single horse. When it finally stared to get dark, Cockweasel called for them to halt and they both clambered down thankfully from the saddle.
"Take care of the horse," Cockweasel instructed his buxom young squire as he collapsed down under a nearby tree. After a full day of riding the little goblin's inner thighs were rubbed raw and he could barely walk. "Then try and get a fire going."
From Cockweasel's bow legged stagger Elizbeth could clearly see he was in pain and she gave him a sympathetic smile as set off about her duties.
As Elizabeth led the horse down to a nearby stream, Cockweasel peeled down his trousers to inspect the damage from his day in the saddle.
Before he could have a good look Elizabeth had returned to the campsite. "Are you..." Elizabeth began to speak, but then beautiful squire's eyes went wide when she saw that the goblin was naked from the waist down, "Oh!" she gasped, averting her eyes and backing away.
Cockweasel recovered from his surprise and grabbed his trousers, quickly covering himself by holding them over his lap.
"I...I'm sorry," stammered Elizabeth, taking a step backwards. "I'll go."
"No!" Cockweasel blurted out. "It's okay, I'm covered, stay."
The buxom brunette hesitated a moment and then stepped forward again, the relief on her face evident as she saw that he held his trousers over his lap.
"Sorry," she apologised again. "I just...sorry, I should probably go back and check on the horse."
"No, it's fine, really," Cockweasel assured her. "What is it? You wanted to speak with me?"
"No, well I..." Elizabeth bit her lower lip, hesitating again. "I just saw that you were in pain, and I...I came to check up on you, see if I could help."
"Pain? Oh right, my legs. From the ride."
"Yes, is there anything I can do to help. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you before." Her gaze dropped almost unconsciously to his now covered lap.
"Um, I don't know..."
Elizabeth bit her lip again, "Well, what's causing the pain, your legs you said?"
"Yes, the inside of my thighs," Cockweasel explained. "I'm not used to the rubbing against the saddle. Here, take a look." He threw aside his trousers once again, revealing his skinny green legs. The inside of his thighs was dark and raw looking, but Elizabeth's gaze went first to the flaccid organ at the juncture of Cockweasel's thighs.
The busty squire turned her head and averted her eyes. "I probably should just leave you to it," she said, keeping her stare away from the goblin's nakedness.
"It's okay," Cockweasel assured her. "You're just helping me out here right? With the pain?"
Elizabeth nodded mutely, her eyes returning to his penis, she was definitely fascinated by it. She crouched down in front of the sitting goblin to take a better look at his injuries.
She reached out tentatively, her hand shaking slightly as she ran her soft fingertips down the inside of Cockweasel's thighs. He gasped in pain as her touch reached the red chafing on the insider of his crotch.
"Ow, shit that stings!" gasped Cockweasel, and Elizabeth's hand immediately shot back.
"I'm sorry!" she quickly apologized.
"No, it's okay," Cockweasel assured her. "I'm just a little tender as you can see. Not used to this riding business."
Elizabeth reached into her belt and pulled out a small white handkerchief that was tucked there. She wadded up one corner and brought it to her mouth, sucking on the end to wet it with her saliva.
Resting one hand on the goblin's knee she reached down between his legs again and very gently dabbed the damp handkerchief against his wounds. Cockweasel gritted his teeth and sucked in a sharp lungful of air as she attended to the wound, the back of her hand accidentally brushing his limp penis once or twice and causing a gasp of a different kind from the goblin.
"Stop," Cockweasel said after just a few seconds. "The cloth is too coarse I think," he told her. "It's scraping me."
Elizabeth frowned and sat back, biting her lower lip in thought.
"Perhaps if you use your fingertips again," he suggested after a moment. "They were less rough."
The buxom squire didn't think twice. She immediately licked her fingertips, wetting them with her saliva.
"I'll be as gentle as I can," she assured him, reaching down once again and tentatively touching the sore scrapes that covered Cockweasel's inner thighs. He gasped at her touch and she looked up into his face, but he nodded for her to continue.
The lovely brunette began to rub her fingers over Cockweasel's inner thighs, every so often licking them again to keep them wet. She moved over both thighs and brushed his now slightly thickened cock a number of times.
"No more," the goblin shook his head after about three minutes of her attentions. "It's definitely helping," he said. "The saliva is making the pain ease off, but your fingers are just hurting it too much."
"I'm sorry, I just don't know what else to try," the lovely young squire apologized.
"It is helping," he assured her. He then paused a moment to see if she had any further suggestions. "Umm," he announced at last. "This might be a bit awkward, but I can think of a better way if you were willing..."
"What?" Elizabeth asked eagerly. "I'm happy to do anything that I can to help you out, you must be in incredible pain."
"Well, the saliva is definitely helping," Cockweasel said. "Perhaps if you applied it directly..."
"Directly?" Elizabeth repeated with a confused frown. "I'm not sure I understand."
"If you were to lick the sore area..." Cockweasel hesitantly suggested.
"Oh," the voluptuous squire blushed a little, her gaze drifting to the goblin's cock and balls that hung between his legs.
"I'm sorry," Cockweasel said quickly. "It's probably too hard, forget I suggested it."
"No," Elizabeth held up her hand. "Like I said I will do anything that I can to relieve your pain. I'll lick, um... down there."
"Thank you," whispered Cockweasel in reply, opening his legs wider to give the beautiful young women better access.
Elizabeth hesitated a moment, taking a deep breath. She tucked a lock of her brown hair behind her ear and then got up on her knees. Elizabeth leant forwards, bending over Cockweasel's lap. He bit his lower lip as he felt the wet tip of her tongue lightly brush his inner thigh, about midway between his knee and crotch.
The lovely brunette slid her tongue gently along Cockweasel's thigh, moving downwards towards his naked crotch. He murmured softly as he felt her nose brush his leg as she paused to lick a few times at a particularly inflamed portion of his thigh. This was great.
Elizabeth licked downwards until she was about four inches from his groin and then she sat back, swallowing and re-wetting her tongue with saliva.
"Is it okay?" she asked him cautiously.
"It's great."
The lovely brunette nodded and bent back to her task, her soft tongue making it's way down Cockweasel's other leg. She couldn't put off the inevitable though, and this time licked her way past the four inch mark, her tongue working downwards towards his crotch. Cockweasel gasped, sharply sucking in a lungful of air as he felt her soft creek brush against his penis.
Elizabeth jerked her head back in surprise, sitting up and touching her cheek with her fingertips, feeling where his penis had touched her face.
"I'm sorry!" she hurriedly apologised.
"No, it's okay, really it is," he assured her quickly. "It's the sorest area right down there so I really need you to lick there."
"I'll try and be careful," Elizabeth said with a nod.
Cockweasel grinned, reaching out and gently stroking her cheek with the back of his fingertips, "Your face is very soft, it's okay if you bump me."
"I'll be careful," she repeated, glancing down uneasily at the goblin's green skinned penis. Elizabeth licked her lips and then ducked back down into Cockweasel's lap, resuming her licking of his wounds.
Once again she began at mid-thigh, but this time very quickly worked her way southwards. Cockweasel closed his eyes blissfully as the busty brunette licked gently at the very base of his thigh, lapping at the tender flesh near the side of his balls and penis, her soft cheek brushing against him as she worked.
"That's nice," murmured Cockweasel, lightly patting the top of his squire's head.
Elizabeth drew back a little, gingerly reaching out towards Cockweasel's crotch. He gasped slightly as she carefully took hold of his penis, pushing it to the right so that she could lean down and lick his left inner thigh, her nose bumping into his hip as she moved her mouth to it's new location.
"My balls are very sore too," Cockweasel said, deciding to move things along a little. "It would help if you could lick them too." He could hardly believe he was sitting there with no pants on, asking this beautiful young human to lick his nutsack.
"Okay," Elizabeth said with a firm nod. She took hold of his cock once again, pinching the foreskin between her thumb and forefinger as she lifted it up, exposing his balls for her tongue and mouth. Holding his cock against his stomach, Elizabeth started licking Cockweasel's balls, rolling them around on her tongue as she lapped at the fleshy sack.
Cockweasel's breathing got a little faster and his cock thickened slightly as her tongue briefly swept over the very base of his penis, before return to lick his testicles once again. She bent lower, shifting her grip on his dick so that she now held it in her soft palm rather than with her fingertips. Cockweasel gave a moan as her tongue worked its way lower, licking the underside of his nuts and brushing the skin between his ass and balls.
After a few more moments of licking, she sat back, pulling a couple of stray pubic hairs from her mouth.
"How's that?" she asked him.
"It's great," said Cockweasel. "My balls especially."
"It felt good?" Elizabeth asked.
As if it wouldn't, the goblin thought silently to himself. "Great. It's just a pity it wasn't even wetter, it might be the...um...hair there I guess."
Elizabeth frowned, unconsciously filling her mouth with saliva at his comment.
"Perhaps you could try sucking them in your mouth," Cockweasel suggested. "My balls I mean. It might...um...help. If you don't mind."
"Of course," Elizabeth agreed, taking hold of Cockweasel's cock once again and lifting it out of the way as she bent back down.
Cockweasel grinned widely as she gave his balls another quick lick, her nose bumping the base of his now semi-erect penis. He gave a loud groan as Elizabeth sucked one of his balls into her mouth, filling her mouth with saliva and sucking on him.
"Oh shit yeah!" grunted Cockweasel as she rolled his testicle around in her mouth with her tongue, making sure it was as wet as possible. The lovely squire let his ball drop from between her lips and moved to his other, sucking it into her mouth. Cockweasel gave another moan of appreciation as she sucked his nuts, his cock now stiffening and filling Elizabeth's soft hand.
She worked back and forth between his balls for a few minutes, the whole time gripping his cock in her soft hand, seemingly unaware that it was now fully erect. Only when she stopped her work on his testicles and sat back, did she notice her hand still wrapped around his thick organ.
"Oh my!" she gasped, snatching her hand back, her eyes going wide at the sight of his erection.
"Sorry," Cockweasel quickly apologised. "I can't help it, as you can imagine, but it is helping me, I promise."
"It's so dark," Sirona murmured as she wonderingly stared at Cockweasel's erection, his balls glistening wet beneath. "Did it rub on the saddle as well?"
Continued in Chapter 2 - Part 2...
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