Enchanted Obsession

Chapter 1: Forbidden Glimpses

The flickering glow of candlelight danced across the cluttered workshop of Elara, the fiery red-haired witch whose presence could command a room without a single spell. Her emerald eyes glinted with mischief as she leaned over a bubbling cauldron, her ample chest straining against the tight black corset she wore. Beside her, Laya, her stunning blonde girlfriend, matched her in curves and confidence, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders as she stirred a potion with a sultry smirk.

'Skell sees the pretty witches makin’ magic again,' muttered Skell, the gnarled, ugly goblin who served as Elara’s errand runner. His bulbous nose twitched as he crouched in the corner, pretending to sort through a pile of dusty tomes. His beady eyes, however, were glued to the two women, their laughter like a siren’s call. Skell wasn’t much to look at—green skin pocked with warts, a hunched back, and teeth like jagged rocks—but his loyalty to Elara was unwavering, even if his thoughts often strayed to places they shouldn’t.

Elara caught his stare and arched a brow, her voice dripping with playful scorn. 'Eyes on the books, Skell, unless you want me to turn you into a toad for real this time.'

Laya chuckled, her tone just as sharp. 'Oh, let him look, love. Poor thing probably hasn’t seen a woman in centuries. Isn’t that right, Skell? Dreaming of what you’ll never touch?'

'Skell no touch! Skell only watch! Skell good goblin!' he squeaked, his clawed hands fidgeting nervously. But the witches’ teasing only fueled the heat creeping up his scrawny neck. He turned away, muttering to himself, 'Skell find somethin’ else to do. Skell no need trouble.'

Later that night, as the witches retired to their chambers, Skell skulked through the shadowy halls of the ancient tower. His curiosity, a dangerous beast, led him to a cracked door in the storage room. Behind it, a faint glow emanated from a scrying orb—a magical device Elara often used to record her experiments. Skell’s crooked fingers hesitated, but temptation won. 'Skell just peek. Skell no hurt nobody,' he whispered, tapping the orb.

The image that flared to life stole his breath. There, in vivid clarity, were Elara and Laya, their corsets discarded, bare skin glowing under moonlight. Elara’s fiery hair spilled over Laya’s shoulder as she bent down, her full lips closing around Laya’s pert nipple. Laya’s head tipped back, a moan escaping her as she gripped Elara’s curves, guiding her closer. 'Oh, you wicked thing,' Laya purred, her voice a velvet blade. 'Suck harder, make me feel it.'

Elara’s laugh was low and dangerous. 'Only if you beg for it, darling. You know I don’t play nice.'

Skell’s heart pounded like a war drum, his drool slipping down his chin as he watched, transfixed. The sight of their mouths worshipping each other’s breasts, tongues flicking over sensitive skin, was the sexiest thing his pitiful eyes had ever beheld. His cock stirred, growing hard beneath his tattered loincloth, and he couldn’t resist. With a trembling hand, he reached down, stroking himself as his gaze stayed locked on the orb. 'Skell never see such beauty. Skell burn for this,' he groaned, his voice a ragged whisper.

The witches’ moans grew louder, their panting breaths filling the air as sweat glistened on their skin. Skell’s own body was a mess of need, his hand moving faster, desperate for release. He was so close, so damn close, his mind drowning in the forbidden fantasy of their touch, knowing he’d never have it but craving it all the same. Just as he felt the edge approaching, a shadow loomed behind him—and a voice like ice cut through the haze.

'What the hell do you think you’re doing, Skell?'