Johanna pulled her cloak tighter around her as a chilling gust of wind blew through the temple courtyard. The beautiful young flame haired priestess rushed hurriedly across the cobbled yard as dusk descended on the city.

Johanna was a junior priestess of Adeva, the Goddess of Love. It was rare a priestess of Adeva was summoned to the Temple of Swords to worship, even rarer to the quarters of a Paladin, on most occasions it was one of the squires who would seek worship with Adeva. Johanna had never been to the Paladin's area of the temple before, although she'd made a number of more recent trips to the squires quarters.

The kingdom was currently at war with the monstrous Orcs from the southern wastelands and most of the Paladin's were either off fighting or busy training and preparing for the vicious ongoing conflict, so when Johanna had received the summons she was surprised.

The red haired priestess finally reached her destination and took a deep, nervous breath. Her expansive bosom pushed out against her cloak as her chest swelled, her white priestly robes coming into view as the cloak fell open. Johanna briefly wondered what it would be like to worship with one of the mighty Paladins of the Temple of Swords. Their reputation as holy warriors and defenders was famed throughout the land. When Johanna had been a young girl she'd always dreamed of marrying a knight in shining armour and the Paladins definitely filled that role.

Johanna bit her lower lip and knocked tentatively on the door.

"Come in," came a male voice from inside.

The priestess pulled the hood of her cloak off and shook out her long red hair, then pushed open the door and stepped into the Paladin's room.

"Good evening Sir Knight, I'm Johanna from the Temple of Adeva...you!?" Johanna pulled up short as she entered the room. Sitting waiting on the bed inside the room was not the brave holy knight she had been expecting, but a small, green skinned goblin.

"You! You're a goblin not a Paladin!" Johanna blurted out in horror.

"Hi Jo-jo," replied Cockweasel with a broad, yellow-toothed grin. "Fancy bumping into you here."

Cockweasel was in fact the reason that Johanna had made so many recent trips to the squires quarters to worship. The lovely young priestess had no idea how the ugly little goblin had managed to become a squire, but ever since he'd found out that the priestesses of Adeva were obliged to assist the Paladin's with worship he'd called upon her pious services on numerous occasions.

Johanna loathed the little monster but had swallowed her pride (among other things) and fulfilled her obligations -- for the first eight times anyway. After that she'd refused to return to the squires' quarters at the Temple of Swords.

"How...what..." Johanna stammered, still shocked after building up all her hopes to meet one of the brave knights of the temple.

"Why don't you come over here and help me worship that goddess of yours?" suggested Cockweasel, patting his crotch invitingly at her.

Johanna stared at the goblin in distaste, noticing for the first time that he was clad only in a stained loin-cloth, his skinny, hairy green legs and sunken chest completely bare.

"Adeva, the goddess of love," corrected the red haired priestess. She reached up and unfastened her heavy cloak, letting it fall from her shoulders. Now that she was here with the squire and he was requesting her help in worshipping Adeva she had no choice but to oblige him. It was her duty as a priestess of Adeva.

Beneath the cloak Johanna wore a pure white gown in the tradition of the priestess of the goddess of love. The gown was low cut, her massive cleavage swelling from the top and it was short, falling to mid thigh, leaving her long, sleek legs mostly bare.

"Lovely," breathed Cockweasel in admiration as he drank in the sight of the young priestess's curvaceous, buxom figure.

"I guess you want me to start with my mouth again?" asked Johanna as she made her way reluctantly across the room to where the goblin sat on the edge of the bed. The duties of a priestess of Adeva in helping the flock worship the goddess basically involved every form of carnal pleasure imaginable. Any request from a worshipper should be obliged, so long as it created pleasure in the worship of Adeva.

"Definitely," agreed Cockweasel, "those lovely lips of yours are made for cocksucking."

"Adeva has blessed me," agreed Johanna with some reluctance as she knelt down in front of Cockweasel and reached for the smelly loin cloth around his skinny hips. She could already she the eager swelling beneath the stained piece of cloth.

Johanna wrinkled her nose in displeasure as she lifted up the flap that covered the horny goblin's genitals, revealing Cockweasel's already erect penis. The green organ jutted up from a tuft of curly black pubic hair, the glistening head pointing eagerly up at Johanna's face.

The priestess seemed frozen at the sight of Cockweasel's stiff cock so the horny goblin helpfully reached out with both hands and pulled her face down into his lap, his fingers running through the priestess soft, shining red hair.

Johanna almost gagged as the goblin yanked her head down and his smelly cock speared into her mouth, thrusting over her tongue and jabbing at the back of her mouth.

"Oh yeah!" groaned Cockweasel in immense pleasure. "That's what I'm talking about!"

The goblin pulled her head down harder into his lap, pushing more of his cock into her mouth as the priestess struggled to breath at the sudden invasion.

Johanna was snapped out of her daze, sucking in air through her nose as she brought her hands up onto Cockweasel's thighs to get some leverage. The goblin relaxed his pressure on the back of her head as she gave his cock a long suck, tightening the seal of her lips around his shaft.

The goblin moaned in pleasure as Johanna took over the blowjob at last, drawing her lips back up his cock as she sucked deeply on his shaft. When she reached the head she drew back further, at last taking a proper breath as she twirled her tongue around the swollen helmet that topped his penis.

Johanna began to bob her head over Cockweasel's lap, his dick sliding in and out of her talented mouth as she pleasured him. Although he had access to bathing facilities the as a squire, Cockweasel still hardly ever used them, meaning his cock tasted sweaty and slightly of stale urine, despite the frequent tongue bath's he'd gotten from the lovely red haired priestess. Johanna did her best to ignore this, the first time he'd put his dick in her mouth she'd gagged at the taste and almost vomited, but now she was somewhat used to it and was more interested in getting the ordeal over and done with as quickly as possible.

"You're so good at this," groaned Cockweasel, reaching down below her bobbing head to grab at one of Johanna's ample breasts through her priestly gown. The vast melon more than filled his hand as he gave it a lustful squeeze, enjoying it's size and firmness immensely.

"Lick my balls a little," instructed the goblin.

Johanna let his the squire's cock pop out of her mouth, then she slid her tongue down the underside of his hard shaft, working her way down to the hairy sack that held his two small testicles. Whilst Cockweasel's penis was quite big compared to his small 4 foot frame, his balls were much smaller, more proportional to his diminutive size. From Johanna's experience however, they still seemed to hold more than enough semen to coat her face or fill her mouth.

"That's it!" breathed Cockweasel, using his hand to rub his cock against Johanna's cheek as she tilted her head to lap at his balls. Her tongue teased at first one, then the second testicle, moistening them and juggling them on the tip of her talented tongue. She even lapped at flesh beneath his ball sack, dangerously close to his dirty, puckered asshole.

"Time to fuck!" grunted Cockweasel, his balls churning under Johanna's attentions.

The priestess sighed in disappointment as she sat back on her heels, she'd been hoping to finish the goblin off with her mouth and not have to take him up inside of her. Of the eight previous occasions he'd only actually fucked her twice, the other six times she been able to get away with oral relief or a couple of times between her big tits.

Johanna didn't have much time to consider her options as Cockweasel grabbed her and dragged her face down over the edge of the bed. The 4 foot goblin stood behind her, leaving her ass at the perfect height lined up with his jutting out erection. Cockweasel flipped the back of the priestess gown up past her hips, exposing her firm, nicely rounded ass. The goblin grabbed a soft buttock in each green hand, his fingers sinking into the warm flesh. Cockweasel pulled her buttocks apart slightly as he pushed forward with his hips, thrusting his rock hard erection straight up into Johanna's exposed pussy. The saliva from her blowjob provided enough lubrication for a smooth entry into her tight cunt. Johanna gave a gasp as the goblin's cock was buried inside her to the hilt, his hips slapping against her ass satisfyingly.

"Beautiful!" murmured Cockweasel as he shifted his grip to her hips and began to pump against the voluptuous priestess's posterior, his hard cock sliding rapidly in and out of her hot cunt. "Praise the goddess!" he groaned as he rutted against Johanna.

Cockweasel reached out with one hand and grabbed a handful of Johanna's fiery hair, pulling on it and causing her head to pull back and her back to arch. The new angle of her body allowed him to thrust even deeper inside her, the small Paladin chamber filling with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he fucked her vigorously.

After a few minutes of rutting, Johanna's moans began to join the goblins. Despite her disgust at the idea of getting fucked by a creature like Cockweasel, the habit's of a priestess couldn't help her get caught up in the worship of Adeva. While the ugly little goblin certainly wasn't the knight in shining armour she'd yearned for, he was still very enthusiastic in his worship of Adeva, his hard cock hammered rapidly in and out of her with surprising pace.

"This is great!" groaned Cockweasel. "I'm going to try your ass too," he told her. Before Johanna had a chance to reply the goblin had pulled his cock out of the priestess's pussy and was pushing the head against her considerably tighter asshole.

"I don't think..." began Johanna, she was however interrupted as Cockweasel successfully managed to push the tip of his cock into her ass. Johanna gasped as the goblin slowly pushed more of his length into the only of her orifices he had not previously explored. "Oh my Holy Adeva!" moaned Johanna as Cockweasel began to work his cock in and out of her glorious ass, she grabbed a pillow from the bed and buried her face in it as the goblin started to slowly bugger her.

"That's amazing!" gasped Cockweasel, looking down to see his cock finally buried in the red head's perfect ass, her lovely buttocks pressed up against his hips. He hunched forward against her and began long slow thrusts of his hips, driving his cock deep into her back passage, his balls slapping against her pussy as he fucked her ass.

Suddenly the door of the room burst open and in stepped a tall blonde woman dressed in tight brown leather pants and the white and blue tunic of a Paladin of the Temple of Swords.

"What's going on here?" gasped Lady Gwendalyn in surprise. She was shocked to see her squire Cockweasel standing at the edge of her bed with his cock buried in the ass of a pretty young red head Priestess of Adeva.

Cockweasel froze in mid thrust, his hard cock poised at the puckered entrance to Johanna's tight ass. "Er, Hi m'lady," he stammered at the lovely paladin. "I was, er, we were just worshipping the goddess lady."

"Adeva," added Johanna bashfully, she was suddenly very embarrassed to be seen getting fucked by a goblin despite the fact it was part of her duty as a priestess. The fact that it was a mighty paladin that had interrupted their screwing didn't exactly make her feel any better.

"But this is my room!" Gwendalyn frowned, not really sure what to make of the situation. Knowing her squire Cockweasel it wasn't exactly the most surprising situation. Although his sudden piousness seemed somewhat doubtful he was a horny little fucker, Gwendalyn herself had even been in a couple of uncomfortable situations with the goblin so she could hardly blame the young priestess.

"Um, sorry about that," apologized Cockweasel. His cock was still pointed at Johanna's ass, but it was drooping slightly now. Cockweasel glanced down and gazed yearningly at Johanna's lovely rear end, he hated the thought he might miss out on the opportunity before him. "I don't suppose you could go away for a few minutes and come back later?"

Gwendalyn's hard look told him that wasn't on the cards. His penis dropped further.

"I won't be long," he offered, one last try.

Gwendalyn nodded down at the goblin's completely withered manhood. "I don't think you're in any shape to continue your devotions and I've had a rather busy day so I'd like my room back. You can go now priestess."

Johanna gratefully climbed up off the bed, tugging her gown back down over her hips. "Thank you m'lady," she curtseyed towards the female Paladin and hurried out of the room, pausing only to scoop up her cloak.

Cockweasel made to leave as well but was stopped in his tracks by Lady Gwendalyn, "Can I speak to you a moment please squire?" she snapped, her voice sounding dangerous.

Cockweasel gulped nervously. He'd met Lady Gwendalyn during his escape from the clutches of an evil sorceress who held him as a slave in her tower. Cockweasel had gone on to travel with Gwendalyn and ultimately save her life when the sorceress had come back for revenge. Shortly after, Gwendalyn had made Cockweasel her squire in the hope of improving his lot in life, not to mention improving his rough manners and appalling social skills. She'd brought him to the Temple of Swords to learn the ways of the paladins. Although the other squires hated and teased the little goblin, Cockweasel much preferred the life of a squire compared to the life of a slave, especially when there were fringe benefits such as the busty priestess Johanna.

"Um, sorry about that," Cockweasel said apologetically. He scratched his deflated cock and straightened his loin cloth down over his genitals.

Gwendalyn took a deep breath and prepared to give her goblin squire a telling off, civilizing the little monster was proving rather frustrating. After a moments pause she decided it wasn't worth the effort. "We're leaving the temple first thing in the morning?" she announced.

"Going? Where?" replied Cockweasel in surprise, he was just getting used to this cushy lifestyle. It certainly bet cleaning the stone staircases at the sorceress's tower, and groping Lady Gwendalyn usually only resulted in a scolding or the occasion cuff around the ear, not the evil magical punishment's he'd received from his former buxom mistress.

"We have an important mission. For the war against the orcs," she told him.

"Orcs?" blurted Cockweasel in surprise. He hated orcs. Before he'd been captured and enslaved his goblin tribe and lived with a larger tribe of orcs who regularly bullied and generally trod all over their smaller goblin neighbours.

"Yes, you do know we're at war with the orcs?" Gwendalyn didn't wait for an answer. "But don't worry, I'll explain everything in the morning. For now you can get out of my room and get yourself back to the squires quarters. Better get some sleep we'll be leaving first thing in the morning."

The beautiful paladin sighed as her small goblin squire hurried out of the room. She looked over at the crumpled bed sheets where he'd been rutting that pretty young priestess and shuddered.

***

Sure enough they set of the next morning at dawn. Lady Gwendalyn rode her large black warhorse she called Mountain and Cockweasel rode a smallish brown riding horse that as far as he was aware had no name.

Gwendalyn had learned very soon after meeting Cockweasel that it was better they rode separately. The few times they'd been forced ride together the horny little goblin had been unable to keep his hands to himself, constantly groping and fondling despite her best efforts to stop him.

"So where we going?" asked Cockweasel shortly after they'd set out, striking north into the wilderness. The goblin was wearing a bit more than the skimpy, grubby loincloth in which Gwendalyn had last seen him in. He was dressed in the white and blue tunic and trousers of a squire of the Temple of Swords. Of course they were filthy, somehow everything that Cockweasel wore was very quickly covered in dirt and grime.

"We're heading to an orc encampment, just behind the frontline of the war," she told him. Gwendalyn was lightly armoured in mail rather than the much heavier full plate armour she often wore.

"What! We're going to the orcs?" blurted Cockweasel in surprise. "That's fucking insane."

"As I explained yesterday we're on a mission, a very important mission."

"Suicide?" suggested Cockweasel, feeling rather bleak at the prospect of riding right into the middle of a war. He'd always been one to avoid confrontation.

"We've received word of an orc defector," Gwendalyn explained. "His name is Kum Foulfang and he apparently wants to join our side of the war."

"Orc fighting with humans against orcs?" noted Cockweasel somewhat surprised. But then again it was pretty unusual to find a goblin trainee-paladin.

"Foulfang is supposed to have been one of the orc's strategists so the information he has could be invaluable."

"If he's defecting then why are we going to an orc encampment to get him, surely somewhere else would be safer to meet him. Like somewhere miles away from the rest of the smelly orcs?"

"Unfortunately he was captured while trying to escape," explained Gwendalyn. "He was thrown into an orc prison for deserting."

"We're going into an orc prison to break someone out?" muttered Cockweasel in disbelief. "We're dead!"

Gwendalyn smiled. "I'm sure we'll be fine."

"You've got a plan to get us in and then out again?"

"Not exactly, but don't worry, we'll think of something."

Cockweasel shook his head. "I never thought I'd be trying to break into a prison."

They rode on in silence. The frontlines of the war were several days ride away and they were apparently linking up with some of the kingdom's soldiers when they got there. The soldiers would help them get close to the prison encampment where Kum Foulfang was held and then they were on their own.

That evening they stopped and made camp a short distance off the main road near a stream and a small wooded area.

Cockweasel groaned as he clambered down off his horse. His thighs and ass were sore from riding, before meeting Gwendalyn he'd barely ever seen a horse let alone ridden one and his soft green skin was not really used to the hardships of long horse treks.

"Ow!" he moaned, scratching at his balls through his tunic. As well as being sore from the ride, his nuts were also protesting at last nights interruption. When Gwendalyn had walked in on him with his cock stuffed up that pretty redhead's ass his testicles had been churning and ready to squirt.

"What's the matter?" asked Gwendalyn, frowning down at the complaining goblin as she tied her warhorse Mountain up for the night.

"Fucking blue balls!" complained Cockweasel, now stuffing his hand down inside his trousers. "Don't suppose you could give me a little relief?" he asked her hopefully.

Gwendalyn's face screwed up in disgust at the suggestion. "Absolutely not!"

"You don't have to let me fuck you or nothing," Cockweasel assured her. "You could just use your mouth, or your hand or something?"
"There's no way I'm going anywhere near that smelly little penis of yours again!" the paladin snapped angrily at him. Cockweasel had managed to sample the beautiful paladin's mouth once in the past but she'd been very clear that it was a one-off occasion.

"But..."

"No way! You'll have to go deal with it yourself!" she snapped.

Cockweasel sighed and pulled his cock out over the top of his grubby white trousers.

"Not here!" cried Gwendalyn in horror. "I don't want to see it!"

Cockweasel grumbled in frustration and stuffed himself back inside his pants, then wandered off towards the nearby woodlands muttering under his breath.

He didn't go too far into the trees, worried that he might come across something unpleasant like a bandit, or worse yet, an orc. "Damn blue balls," he muttered as he once again fished out his cock.

He leant back against a tree and started stroking himself, closing his eyes as he masturbated. In his minds eye, Gwendalyn had followed him into the forest. She was now wearing a dress of red silk, low cut in the front exposing an ample portion of her full, creamy breasts. She moved straight over to him and pressed her bosom into his face, he leant down and buried his head in cleavage, the soft pillows of the paladin's huge tits against his mouth and cheeks.

Cockweasel imagined that it was her hand around his cock, rapidly stroking him, her hand pumping up and down the hard length of his now rock hard erection. The lovely blonde paladin dropped down to her knees in front of him, his stiff organ pointing at her pretty face. Gwendalyn smiled wicked up at him and then leant forward, her soft lips parting to allow his cock to slip into her...suddenly Cockweasel felt a touch on his hand.

"Wha!" he blurted loudly in surprise, his eyes snapping open and his horny fantasy immediately disappearing from his mind.

To his shock the hand that touched his own belonged to a blonde haired woman. She was beautiful, with dark olive skin and a muddy, short brown smock that clung to a delightfully curvy body. She was short, barely taller than Cockweasel and had slightly pointed ears and deep brown eyes that seemed to twinkle.

Cockweasel swallowed and glanced down, realising for the first time that the hand she was touching was the one he had wrapped around his cock. Which, incidentally, was still rock hard despite the shocking interruption.

"I, um..." he stammered, dropping his hand away from his erection. He jumped in surprise as instead of dropping her hand away, the women's soft fingers encircled his hard cock, squeezing his erection and causing him to let out a soft moan of pleasure.

"Who..." he started to speak but the blonde silenced him with a kiss, leaning forward and planting her soft lips against his. Cockweasel moaned in surprise as her soft, deliciously curved body pressed against his and her hot tongue slid eagerly into his mouth. She still held his cock in her warm hand between their bodies as they passionately kissed, not exactly stroking him, but rhythmically squeezing his hard length, almost as if she were milking him.

Cockweasel was breathless as they broke off their kiss and she stepped back. He noticed for the first time her tanned, trim legs, left bare by the very short smock she wore. Her knee's were grass-stained.

The blonde gave an impish grin and then sunk wordlessly to her knees, much the way Gwendalyn had in his fantasy. She moved her hands behind her back and leant in towards Cockweasel's crotch. The goblin's eyes went wide as her mouth slipped over the head of his cock and he felt an amazingly warm wetness. Without pausing she sunk her mouth down onto his penis, taking him deep into her mouth, her lips pressing tightly around the hard shaft of his cock.

"Oh fuck!" groaned Cockweasel in immense pleasure as he felt the head of his cock slip right into the stranger's throat and her lips press around the very base of his cock. She hadn't paused once in her descent down the length of his penis and taken him all the way into her mouth without using her hands for leverage, she was amazing.

The goblin groaned again as she held him in her mouth, her nose buried in his pubic hair and his balls resting right on her chin.

"So good," he whispered softly in bliss.

Then she drew back, sucking heavily as she moved back up his shaft, it almost felt like she was going to pull him over using just the suction of her mouth. The woman's tongue twirled teasingly around the head of Cockweasel's cock, emitting another groan from his lips. "Oh shit!"

The woman winked and then kissed the tip of his penis. She then stood up again, standing directly in front of him where he was still slumped back against a tree trunk. The blonde tugged her dress up and lifted it right off over her head, dropping it to the dirt beside her.

Cockweasel gasped at the sight of her voluptuous naked body. She was slim and well toned, not an ounce of fat on her. Her stomach was flat and her legs trim. Her breasts were large, almost out of place on her small frame and her hips curved nicely into a tiny waist. Her skin was deeply tanned, olive in colour and she had a few grass and mud stains on her otherwise flawless body.

The now naked blonde smiled at Cockweasel again. She then turned around and bent over at the waist, her lovely round as poking out towards the goblin. She parted her legs slightly and then started to lean back, lining the dripping entrance of her eager pussy up with Cockweasel's jutting erection.

Just as she was about to impale herself on him there was a blur from Cockweasel's left. Out of nowhere came Gwendalyn, flying at the naked woman who up until then been doing such a magnificent job of pleasuring Cockweasel.

Gwendalyn tackled the woman, sending her sprawling in the dirt.

"Away from her foul creature!" yelled Gwendalyn, drawing her longsword.

The naked blonde stumbled up to a crouch and scooped up a clump of mud from the ground beside her. She let out a suddenly horrible, inhuman screech and hurled the mud at Gwendalyn.

Cockweasel winced at the horrible noise, the first sound the woman had made since she had first appeared in front of him. The clump of mud slammed into Gwendalyn's right shoulder with a surprising force, causing her longsword to be flung from her hand. The paladin gave a cry of pain as she felt the mud burning at the flesh of her shoulder, her tunic immediately smouldering where the mud had landed.

Taking advantage of the moment, the naked woman turned and sprinted off between the tree's, fleeing hurriedly from the paladin and her goblin companion.

Gwendalyn moaned in pain, reaching up with her left hand and ripping at the burning shoulder of her mud-splattered tunic. She tore the substance away, taking her sleeve and the upper right section of her tunic with it. Her skin beneath was red and inflamed, but fortunately not burnt.

"What the hell what that?" gasped Cockweasel, his heart racing.

"That was wood nymph," explained Gwendalyn, wincing in pain as she cautiously poked at her sore shoulder. "If I hadn't come along she would have had you and drawn you into her lair. Nymph's entrap the unwary and hold them prisoner and slave in their lair, forever forced into carnal slavery."

Cockweasel frowned trying to work out if that was a good or bad thing. He once again found himself with his cock out in front of Gwendalyn, so close to getting off and once again unfulfilled.

"Let's get back to camp," said Gwendalyn, still looking in concern at her shoulder, "I've got to get some water on this wound."

Cockweasel nodded and stuffed himself back into his pants. Perhaps it would be better if he didn't wander off again alone.

When the got back to where Gwendalyn had set up a campsite, she immediately crouched down by the stream and started to bath her burnt shoulder in the cool water.

Cockweasel couldn't help but admire the way her freshly torn tunic showed a lot more flesh than before. The top and side of her ample right breast was now visible, as well as a decent bit of cleavage. He licked his lips as she splashed water onto her red shoulder and it dripped down, tricking over the swell of her lovely big tit and disappearing into her cleavage.

Her first aid causing the right side of her tunic to get quite wet and it clung to her buxom figure, sticking to her full breast and causing the white tunic to become almost see-through, the dark outline of a nipple clearly visible as she stood up and walked back to the small fire of their camp.

Cockweasel swallowed and scratched his crotch, it seemed his balls were in for some punishment on this adventure.

***

The next day Gwendalyn had them up and moving at dawn once again. They were still a couple of days from the frontlines 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 human's 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 right hand 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 prision 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," Gwendaly 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 jiggled beneath her tunic, almost threatening to pop right out.

***

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's 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 by where Gwendalyn had started to build a fire.

***

The next day they made good progress towards their destination. As they got closer to the frontlines the signs of the war became more and more evident. They past 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 campsite 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 frontlines, 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 getting 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 pausing, 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 campsite, "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 a 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 bitch, 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, his 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."