Chapter 1: The Fortnightly Feast
Skell hunched over the cluttered workbench in Elara’s dimly lit spell-casting chamber, his gnarled green fingers sorting through jars of shriveled herbs and bat wings. His bulbous nose twitched, not at the stench of potion ingredients, but at the thought of the fortnight’s reward. The ugly little goblin had no coin to his name, but he didn’t care. His payment was far sweeter, and it was due tonight.
The heavy oak door creaked open, and in strode Elara, the red-haired witch whose presence could ignite a room. Her voluptuous curves strained against her tight black corset, her massive breasts barely contained, a sight that made Skell’s yellow eyes bulge. Behind her was Laya, her equally busty girlfriend, with raven-black hair cascading over her shoulders, her own ample chest heaving with every confident step. The air thickened with tension, a delicious, teasing heat that Skell could almost taste.
“Skell sees the beauties! Skell’s heart thumps for the show!” the goblin croaked, his voice a gravelly wheeze as drool already pooled at the corner of his cracked lips. He shuffled toward his tiny, straw-stuffed bed in the corner of the room, patting it eagerly. “Skell’s bed ready for the feast of eyes!”
Elara smirked, her emerald eyes glinting with wicked amusement as she crossed her arms, pushing her breasts up even higher. “Oh, Skell, you little pervert. Always so desperate for your treat. Don’t you ever get tired of just watching?”
“Never!” Skell barked, his stubby claws clutching the edge of the bed. “Skell wants only to see the sucking! The licking! Skell begs for the nipple feast!”
Laya chuckled, her voice low and sultry as she sauntered closer to Elara, her hips swaying with purpose. “He’s a pathetic little thing, isn’t he? Drooling already, and we haven’t even started.” She leaned in, whispering loud enough for Skell to hear, “Should we make him beg harder?”
“Oh, I think we should,” Elara purred, turning to face Laya, their bodies inches apart. She reached out, tracing a finger along Laya’s jaw, her gaze flicking to Skell with a taunting glint. “What do you say, goblin? Want to see us get all hot and sweaty for you?”
“Skell pleads! Skell needs!” he whimpered, his heart-shaped pupils practically pulsing as he wiped drool from his chin. “Lick the nipples! Skell must see the tongues dance!”
The two women shared a knowing look, their laughter sharp and cutting, before Elara tugged at the laces of her corset, letting it loosen just enough to reveal more of her creamy, heaving chest. Laya mirrored her, slipping a strap off her shoulder, her own breasts spilling forward, tantalizingly close to freedom. They climbed onto Skell’s creaky bed, their bodies pressed together, ignoring the goblin’s panting breaths as he hovered at the edge, trembling with anticipation.
“You’re such a filthy little watcher,” Laya teased, her voice dripping with mock disdain as she leaned in, her lips brushing Elara’s collarbone. “Bet you’re getting all hard just thinking about it, aren’t you?”
“Skell not care for cock! Skell only care for tits!” he groaned, his voice a desperate rasp. “Suck them! Skell begs for the wet tongues on nipples!”
Elara grinned, her hands cupping Laya’s face as she pulled her closer. “Fine, you disgusting little creature. Watch closely.” Their lips hovered just above each other’s skin, their breath hot and teasing, as they prepared to give Skell exactly what he craved—a show of pure, unadulterated lust, their mouths ready to descend on each other’s aching, hardened peaks. The room grew stifling, the air thick with the promise of their forbidden dance, and Skell’s drool hit the floor as he waited for the first, explosive taste of their teasing game.
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