Chapter 1: The Bargain of Desire
Skell hunched over the cluttered workbench in Elara’s dimly lit spellcraft chamber, his gnarled green fingers sorting through vials of shimmering potions. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and brimstone, a heady mix that made his bulbous nose twitch. His beady eyes, however, weren’t on the task at hand. They kept darting to the doorway where Elara, the fiery-haired witch with curves that could hex a man into submission, stood whispering to her equally voluptuous lover, Laya. Their laughter, low and sultry, danced through the room like a siren’s call.
“Skell sees them plotting,” he muttered to himself, a dribble of drool escaping his jagged lips. “Skell knows what day it be. Fortnight’s end. Skell’s reward!” His heart raced at the thought, his stubby claws gripping the edge of the table. He had no interest in the carnal acts most goblins craved—nah, Skell’s hunger was specific, a twisted delight in watching those two goddesses feast on each other’s bountiful chests.
Elara turned, her emerald eyes glinting with mischief as she caught his stare. Her crimson locks cascaded over her shoulder, barely concealing the swell of her breasts beneath a sheer black robe. “Skell, you little gremlin, stop gawking and finish the sorting. Or do you think we’ll perform on an empty bed of your drool?” Her voice was sharp, a whip of command laced with amusement.
Laya, her golden hair shimmering like molten sunlight, leaned against the doorframe, her own robe slipping just enough to tease the edge of a rosy nipple. “Oh, let him stare, love,” she purred, her lips curling into a wicked smirk. “He’s practically panting already, and we haven’t even started. Isn’t that right, Skell? You’re dying to see us, aren’t you?”
“Skell is dying! Skell begs!” he croaked, wiping his chin with a tattered sleeve, his heart-shaped gaze locked on their teasing forms. “Skell wants to see the sucking! The licking! Please, beautiful witches, let Skell watch the nipple feast!”
Elara rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the smirk tugging at her lips. “You’re a disgusting little creature, you know that? But fine. We’ve got a deal, don’t we? No coin, just a show. And you better keep those grubby paws to yourself, or I’ll hex you into next week.”
“Skell promises! Skell only watches! Skell loves the tit play!” he babbled, practically vibrating with anticipation as the two women sauntered toward his cramped sleeping corner, a rickety cot barely big enough for one, let alone the spectacle about to unfold.
Laya chuckled, her voice dripping with honeyed taunt. “Look at him, Elara. He’s already sweating, and we haven’t even touched. Should we make him beg a little more? I bet he’d crawl for just a peek.”
“Skell will crawl! Skell will grovel!” he yelped, dropping to his knees, his eyes wide and pleading. “Please, oh please, lick the nipples! Skell needs to see!”
Elara arched a brow, exchanging a glance with Laya before they both burst into laughter. “Gods, you’re pathetic,” Elara said, but there was a spark of delight in her tone as she shrugged off her robe, revealing the full glory of her heavy, perfect breasts. Laya followed suit, her own chest bouncing free, the sight making Skell’s drool hit the floor with an audible splat.
They climbed onto the cot, their bodies pressed close, heat radiating between them as they faced each other. Elara’s hand cupped Laya’s breast, her thumb brushing over the hardening peak. “Ready to give this perv his show?” she murmured, her voice low and seductive.
Laya grinned, leaning in, her lips hovering just above Elara’s nipple. “Only if you promise to make me moan loud enough to drive him mad.”
Skell whimpered, his claws digging into the floor. “Skell begs! Suck now! Skell is so horny for the tit feast!”
Elara shot him a glare that could melt steel, but her lips twitched with amusement. “Shut it, goblin, or we stop.” Then, with deliberate slowness, she lowered her mouth to Laya’s breast, her tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive bud. Laya gasped, her head tilting back, and the sound sent a shiver through Skell’s twisted frame.
The room was about to ignite with their forbidden display, and Skell knew he was in for the most torturous, delicious night of his wretched life.
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