The Goblin and The Paladin - Chapter 1 - Part 2

The Goblin and The Paladin - Chapter 1 - Part 2

The next day Gwendalyn had them up and moving at dawn once again. They were still a couple of days from the front lines 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 humans, 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 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 prison 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 goblin had on his mind.

"Yes, well goblins and orcs have been known to work together in the past," he explained to her. "I'm pretty sure there'll be some goblins 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," Gwendalyn agreed hesitantly. "But what about me? You can't do this by yourself. The orcs might let a goblin 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."

"Exactly."

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 jiggle beneath her tunic, almost threatening to pop right out.

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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 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."

The goblin's shoulders slumped. "I wish you'd left me with that nymph!" he muttered under his breath, sitting down dejectedly where Gwendalyn had started to build a fire.

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The next day they made good progress towards their destination. As they got closer to the front lines, the signs of the war became more evident. They passed 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 camp site 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 front lines. 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, 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 paused, 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 camp site, "So where shall we do this?"

"You can kneel down right here," said Cockweasel, already pulling down his pants. His green cock was already partially stiffened at the prospect of getting sucked by the beautiful busty paladin.

Gwendalyn hesitated at the thought of being on her knee's in front of the horny little goblin, 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 green 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 the goblin'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 the goblin'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 green cock stuffed between her lips. As a noble paladin having to do something disgusting like servicing a goblin was probably driving her crazy, but the sight of her sucking on him drove Cockweasel absolutely crazy.

The goblin 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, 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, and 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 the goblin'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 green 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.

Continued in Chapter 2

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