Chapter 1: The Fortnightly Feast
The dim glow of flickering candles cast long shadows across Skell’s cramped, cluttered hovel. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and old parchment, a fitting den for a goblin as gnarled and unsightly as Skell. His bulbous nose twitched, his crooked teeth glinted in the half-light, and his beady eyes were already wide with anticipation. Tonight was the night. The fortnight had passed, and his payment was due.
The door creaked open, and in strode Elara, the red-haired witch whose presence could command a storm to still. Her voluptuous frame was barely contained by a tight black corset, her ample breasts threatening to spill over with every confident step. Behind her, Laya, her equally busty lover, sauntered in with a smirk, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, brushing against curves that could make even the gods weep. They were a vision, a pair of sirens who knew exactly the power they wielded.
“Skell sees his beauties!” the goblin croaked, his voice a gravelly rasp as he rubbed his knobby hands together. “Skell waits all days for this. Skell’s heart go boom-boom for witchy titties!”
Elara arched a fiery brow, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she crossed her arms, pushing her chest out even more. “Oh, Skell, you little gremlin. Always so eager, aren’t you? You think you’ve earned this show?”
“Earned? Skell works hard! Skell sweeps floors, Skell mixes potions, Skell no sleep for Elara! Skell deserves boob magic!” His tongue lolled out, already dripping with drool as he perched on the edge of his rickety bed, the straw mattress sagging under his scrawny weight.
Laya laughed, a sultry sound that sent a shiver down even Skell’s uninterested spine. She leaned in close to Elara, brushing a lock of red hair from her lover’s face. “Look at him, love. He’s practically a puddle already. Should we give him what he wants, or make him beg a little more?”
“Begging’s half the fun,” Elara purred, her green eyes glinting with mischief as she turned to Skell. “What do you say, goblin? You gonna grovel for us? Tell us how much you need to see us play?”
“Skell begs! Skell pleads! Skell needs titty sucking! Skell’s eyes hungry for lesbian boob love!” His voice cracked with desperation, his clawed fingers gripping the bedframe as if it were his lifeline.
The two women exchanged a knowing look, their chemistry electric. Laya’s fingers danced along the lace of Elara’s corset, teasingly tugging at the strings. “Well, darling,” she murmured to Elara, loud enough for Skell to hear, “shall we give our little voyeur his treat?”
Elara’s smirk widened as she leaned in, her lips brushing Laya’s ear. “Let’s make him drool till he drowns.” Slowly, deliberately, she pulled down the edge of Laya’s top, exposing one perfect, full breast, the nipple already hard in the cool air. Laya mirrored the motion, freeing one of Elara’s massive tits, her gaze never leaving Skell’s.
“Skell sees! Skell loves! More, more, lick now!” the goblin babbled, saliva pooling on his chin as his heart-shaped eyes locked onto the scene unfolding before him.
Elara chuckled, low and dangerous, as she bent her head, her tongue flicking out to tease Laya’s nipple with agonizing slowness. Laya gasped, her head tilting back, but her eyes stayed on Skell, taunting him. “You like that, don’t you, you little freak? Bet you’re sweating just thinking about how good this feels.”
“Skell sweating! Skell panting! Skell’s brain melt for boob sucking!” he whimpered, his entire body trembling with horny fascination, though he had no desire to touch or join—just to watch, to feast with his eyes.
Laya’s turn came next, her lips closing around Elara’s nipple, sucking with a wet, deliberate rhythm that made Skell’s drool drip onto the floor. The two women moaned softly, their sounds a calculated torture, their hands roaming each other’s curves but never straying below the waist. This was all for Skell’s fixation, all for the game of driving him wild.
As Elara’s breath hitched, her gaze locked on Skell once more. “Don’t blink, goblin. We’re just getting started.”
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