Chapter 1: The Fortnightly Feast
In the dim, flickering light of Skell’s cramped, moss-covered hovel, the air thrummed with anticipation. The ugly little goblin, with his warty green skin and crooked teeth, perched on the edge of his rickety bed, his bulbous eyes wide with eager hunger. Every fortnight, this was his payment, his twisted treasure—not gold, not gems, but a show that set his shriveled heart ablaze. Elara, the fiery red-haired witch with curves that could hex a man into submission, and her equally voluptuous lover Laya, stood before him, their presence commanding the dank space.
“Skell waits all weeks for this,” the goblin muttered to himself, a line of drool already escaping his jagged mouth. “Skell needs to see the pretty ladies feast on each other. Oh yes, Skell loves the boob sucking!”
Elara smirked, her emerald eyes glinting with mischief as she tossed her crimson locks over her shoulder. “Oh, Skell, you pathetic little creature. Drooling already? We haven’t even started.” She ran a teasing finger along the swell of her ample chest, her tight corset barely containing her assets. “You think you’re ready for us?”
Laya, with her raven-black hair and a wicked grin, leaned in close to Elara, her own bust pressing against her lover’s. “He’s never ready, darling. Look at him, practically melting into a puddle. Should we make him beg for it?” Her voice was a sultry purr, sharp enough to cut through the goblin’s haze of lust.
“Skell begs! Skell always begs!” the goblin babbled, his clawed hands gripping the bedframe, his heart-shaped eyes locked on their teasing display. “Please, pretty witches, suck the titties! Skell needs to see the sexy licking!”
Elara laughed, a sound as rich and dangerous as a potion bubbling over a flame. “Patience, you little gremlin. We don’t rush art, do we, Laya?” She turned to her lover, cupping Laya’s face with a possessive hand before trailing it down to the edge of her low-cut blouse. “Let’s give him a taste of what he’s been fantasizing about.”
Laya’s eyes sparkled with playful malice. “Only a taste, though. We wouldn’t want him passing out too soon.” She slowly unbuttoned Elara’s corset, revealing the creamy expanse of skin beneath, her fingers brushing deliberately over the witch’s hardening nipples. “Look at that, Skell. So perfect, so ready. You wish you could feel this, don’t you?”
“Skell only watches! Skell no touch, but Skell loves!” the goblin whimpered, more drool spilling down his chin as he rocked back and forth. “Lick them! Lick the pretty nipples! Skell’s heart go boom!”
Elara arched a brow, her voice dripping with mockery. “Boom, huh? Careful, goblin, or you’ll make a mess before the real show even starts.” She leaned forward, her massive breasts nearly spilling free, and guided Laya’s head down with a firm grip. “Go on, love. Make him squirm.”
Laya didn’t hesitate, her lips closing around Elara’s nipple with a slow, deliberate suck, her tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive peak. Elara let out a low, throaty moan, her head tipping back as she locked eyes with Skell, reveling in his torment. “How’s that, you little pervert? Is this what you’ve been sweating over for two weeks?”
“Skell dying! Skell in heaven!” the goblin wailed, his voice a desperate rasp as he clutched at the bed sheets. “More sucking! More sexy boob play! Skell’s brain all hot and melty!”
Laya pulled back just enough to flash Skell a taunting grin, a string of saliva glistening between her lips and Elara’s skin. “Oh, we’re just getting started, you horny little watcher. You think this is good? Wait until I return the favor.” She pushed Elara back onto the bed, straddling her with a predatory grace, their bodies a tantalizing tangle of curves and heat. The air grew thick, charged with the promise of more as their teasing laughter mingled with Skell’s pitiful whimpers, the goblin’s obsession about to explode into a frenzy of forbidden delight.
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