Chapter 1: The Witch's Bargain
In the dim, flickering light of Skell’s cramped hovel, the air was thick with anticipation. The ugly little goblin, with his warty green skin and crooked teeth, perched on the edge of his straw-stuffed bed, his beady eyes glinting with perverse delight. His clawed hands fidgeted in his lap, a trail of drool already forming at the corner of his jagged mouth. Tonight was the night—his fortnightly payment, not in gold or trinkets, but in a spectacle that set his twisted heart racing.
The door creaked open, and in strode Elara, the red-haired witch whose presence could command a storm. Her voluptuous frame was barely contained by a sheer black robe, her ample breasts straining against the fabric. Behind her, Laya, her equally busty lover, sauntered in with a smirk, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders. The two women exchanged a knowing glance, their lips curling into wicked smiles as they eyed Skell, who was already trembling with excitement.
“Skell sees the beauties! Skell’s heart thumps hard for the show!” the goblin croaked, his voice a gravelly rasp. He wiped his drool with a grubby sleeve, his gaze locked on their chests. “Skell begs, oh yes, Skell begs for the sweet sucking! Lick them nipples, pretty witches, make Skell’s eyes happy!”
Elara arched a fiery brow, her emerald eyes glinting with amusement as she crossed her arms, pushing her breasts even higher. “Oh, Skell, you pathetic little creature. You think you deserve this? You’ve barely swept the cauldron room this week.” Her voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a whip, but there was a playful edge to it.
Laya chuckled, stepping closer to Elara and running a teasing finger down her lover’s arm. “Don’t be too hard on the wretch, darling. He’s got those sad little puppy eyes—or, well, goblin eyes. Let’s give him a taste of what he’s been drooling for.” She leaned in, whispering loud enough for Skell to hear, “Besides, I’ve been dying to get my mouth on you all day.”
Skell’s eyes widened, his drool now dripping onto his tattered shirt. “Skell hears! Skell wants! Suck them titties, golden witch! Skell needs to see the licking, oh yes, Skell’s so horny for the show!”
Elara rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smirk as she untied the front of her robe, letting it slip just enough to reveal the creamy swell of her breasts. “Fine, you disgusting little voyeur. But don’t you dare move from that bed. This is our game, not yours.” Her tone was commanding, leaving no room for argument, as she turned to Laya, her gaze softening with desire.
Laya didn’t need further invitation. She stepped forward, her hands cupping Elara’s curves with a possessive hunger, her lips hovering just above the witch’s skin. “Mmm, I’ve been waiting for this,” she purred, her voice dripping with lust. “Let’s make this goblin sweat.”
Skell’s panting grew louder, his claws digging into the bed as he watched Laya’s mouth descend, her tongue flicking out to tease Elara’s nipple. Elara let out a sharp gasp, her head tilting back, but her eyes flicked to Skell with a taunting glint. “Look at him, Laya. He’s practically melting. Should we give him more?”
“Skell begs! Skell needs more licking! Suck harder, red witch! Make golden witch moan for Skell!” the goblin whimpered, his voice a desperate whine as he leaned forward, heart-eyed and sweating.
Laya grinned against Elara’s skin, her lips closing around the sensitive peak with deliberate slowness, drawing a low moan from her lover. The room filled with the sounds of their teasing pleasure, the air growing hotter as Skell’s drool pooled on the floor. The witches moved with a fierce, commanding grace, their bodies pressed close, their hands roaming—but always returning to the focus of Skell’s obsession. They were in control, reveling in their power over the goblin’s twisted desires, their laughter sharp and mocking as they pushed him to the edge of his sanity with every flick and suck.
And as the heat built, Skell’s pleas grew louder, the witches’ taunts sharper, the stage set for a fortnight’s feast that would leave them all breathless in their own wicked ways.
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