Lady Gwyneth d’Lambert, paladin of the Holy Church of Alastriel and the goblin Cockweasel readied their weapons as a dozen bandits burst from the edge of the Forest of Dagindor. Gwyneth had rescued Cockweasel from his tormenting mistress, the vile sorceress Valeria the Black, and the two had escaped on horseback to the village of Crompton. There they had rescued a kidnapped farmer’s daughter from an evil ogre and then they had traveled on to the forest where they once again found their lives in peril.
Gwyneth ran the first bandit through before he had a chance to even swing his sword, but the noble knight was then forced backwards as she found herself under attack from four opponents. Cockweasel found himself in a much worse predicament, one of the bandit’s bore down on him, swinging his massive sword at the small goblin. Cockweasel lifted his feeble dagger to block the powerful attack and it was smashed from his grip.
Off to the side one of the bandits had grabbed their two horses and was already starting to ride away with them. They were in serious trouble.
The goblin’s attacker leveled the point of his blade directly at Cockweasel’s throat.
“Surrender knight! Or your companion dies!” the bandit yelled at Gwyneth.
The paladin glanced over and saw Cockweasel with the sword at his throat and she immediately stopped fighting.
“What do you want?” she demanded, lowering her sword.
As the bandit was about to answer there was a crash from the forest. Two bandits immediately fell, arrows in their backs. The two bandits closest to the forest turned to face this new threat and were met by a pair of ferocious hooves that lashed out from between the trees, striking them in the head and crushing their skulls like eggshells.
In the momentary confusion Gwyneth lunged across towards Cockweasel, knocking the goblin aside as she slashed open the belly of the bandit that was threatening him.
When four centaurs, half men-half horse, burst from the forests edge the remaining six bandits immediately fled.
Cockweasel cowered on the ground at the sight of the massive horse creatures. From the waist down they were appeared to be normal, perhaps slightly larger than average horses. From the waist up they were human, three males and one female, their chests bare. Even in his fright Cockweasel couldn’t help but admire the firm tanned breasts on the female centaur.
“Greenthorn?” Gwyneth said in surprise towards the largest male.
“We meet again Lady Gwyneth,” the centaur said with a friendly smile. “And now I’ve finally had my chance to repay my blood debt to you.”
“Thank you,” Gwyneth said with a smile of relief as she eyed up the two bandits that died from the vicious kick that Greenthorn had given them when he burst from the forest. Six years earlier Gwyneth had saved the big centaurs life and under his people’s beliefs he owed her a blood debt, which had finally been settled today.
“So what brings you to Dagindor?” Greenthorn asked. He eyed Cockweasel dubiously, “and with a goblin in tow, no less.”
“We travel on to Alastriel,” Gwyneth replied. “Although it seems the bandits got away with our horses so we have a long walk ahead of us.”
“Not necessarily,” Greenthorn said with a smile. “We can take you.”
“Ride on your backs?” Gwyneth asked in surprise. She was never sure if the centaurs actually allowed riders.
“Of course. We can get you through Dagindor faster than any normal horse.”
Gwyneth smiled. “Let’s go then!” she said as Greenthorn reached down and helped lift her up onto his back. Cockweasel quickly moved to the female centaur, before either of the other two could get him. The pretty horse-woman helped him up onto her back.
“I’m called Forestwind,” she told him as he held onto her hips and pressed against her back. She had long light brown hair that hung right down her back and felt incredibly soft against Cockweasel’s face.
“Cockweasel’s the name,” the goblin replied.
Greenthorn gave a shout and they were off. The centaurs galloped through the forest at an incredible pace. They dodged through the trees and leapt bushes and fallen logs with practiced ease. Had Gwyneth and Cockweasel traveled on their own horses they would have needed to carefully pick their way through the woods. The centaurs however knew the place like the back of their hands and stopped for nothing.
“At this pace we’ll reach Alastriel today!” Gwyneth said in amazement as she held tightly onto Greenthorn’s back. If her steel armor pressing against him caused him any discomfort, the big centaur said nothing.
Cockweasel was once again unable to stop his busy hands. With a little moan the goblin lifted his hands to Forestwind’s mid-sized tits, cupping his palms over the very firm mounds of flesh and giving the tender orbs a strong squeeze. The centaur snorted slightly at his groping hands, but did not stop or remove his hands so Cockweasel continued to squeeze her breasts. He kneaded the round mounds, feeling her hard nipples jut against the center of his palms. Her breasts were smaller than Gwyneths, but no doubt if they were overly large they would bounce wildly as she galloped. As it was he could feel the full jugs jiggling in his hands.
Cockweasel scooted a little closer to Forestwind's back, pressing the bulge in his pants against the small of her back as he fondled her tits. The goblin pinched and tugged at Forestwind’s nipples, feeling the hard little nubs grow ever stiffer. His hands then once again closed completely over her breasts and he massaged the lovely mounds lustfully.
They rode the centaurs through the forest for two hours, Cockweasel spent the first half hour constantly playing with Forestwind’s perky boobs. After that he seemed to tire of the lovely melons, but did give them the occasional squeeze as they made their way through the deepest parts of the forest. The centaurs took Gwyneth and Cockweasel beyond the edge of Dagindor Forest, and almost to the gates of Alastriel City. They bid their centaur friends goodbye outside the gates, Cockweasel giving Forestwind one last squeeze before he dismounted.
It was early evening when they finally passed through the gates and were inside the bustling city.
“We’ll head to a good inn I know that’s close to here,” Gwyneth told her goblin companion. “Then I need to head out and meet with some friends of mine. I probably won’t be back ‘till morning. Will you be okay alone tonight?”
“I’m sure I can amuse myself,” Cockweasel replied as he followed the beautiful paladin through the grimy streets of the big city. As they walked Cockweasel was gazed around with his mouth wide open. This was the first time he had been to a big city and there were numerous sights to be seen. He was surprised to even notice a handful of goblins amongst the bustling city crowds. Cockweasel had never much liked his own kind however. He’d been beaten and bullied as a child and he found that most other goblins were just plain stupid. He also didn’t care much for girl goblins, but recently he’d found plenty of other, more attractive female flesh to occupy his lusts.
The inn that Gwyneth took them to was called the ‘Prancing Zebra’ and seemed much nicer than the place they had stayed at in Crompton Village. The tavern-keeper greeted Gwyneth by name and they were immediately taken up to what he said was the best room in the ‘Zebra’.
Gwyneth immediately took off her armor and weapons and got changed into a long, bright blue dress. Cockweasel’s eyes went slightly wide as the beautiful knight stripped off in front of him, showing no modesty as his gaze feasted on her delightfully curved body. He didn’t get as good a look as he would have liked however, as she quickly put on the dress. It was a long gown that came right down to her feet, but the cut of the bodice was low enough so that her ample assets were well displayed.
“I’ll be back tomorrow morning and then we can decide what to do with you,” Gwyneth told the goblin as he watched her get changed. “Try not to get into any trouble.”
Cockweasel winked at her as she finished lacing up the front of her gown and then bid him farewell. Once she had closed the door he lay down on one of the two beds in the room, scratching at his crotch. He was feeling rather horny, after giving that pretty centaur a sound groping and then watching Gwyneth get undressed, so he briefly considered jerking himself off.
“What am I thinking?” Cockweasel wondered aloud. This was the big city! Surely there were some more pleasant activities than sitting in his room pulling on his pudding!
