Chapter 1: The Fortnightly Feast
The flickering candlelight of Skell’s cramped, dank hovel danced across the stone walls, casting shadows that seemed to writhe with anticipation. The ugly little goblin, with his warty green skin and crooked teeth, sat perched on the edge of his creaky bed, his beady eyes wide with barely contained excitement. Every fortnight, this was his reward—not gold, not trinkets, but a show that set his twisted little heart ablaze. Skell had no desire for flesh himself, no urge to touch or be touched, but the thought of watching Elara and Laya together? Oh, it made his mouth water in ways no feast ever could.
The door creaked open, and in strutted Elara, the red-haired witch whose presence could command a room without a single spell. Her voluptuous curves were barely contained by a sheer black robe, her massive breasts straining against the fabric like they were daring it to rip. Behind her sauntered Laya, her equally busty girlfriend, with a smirk that could melt iron. Her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a cleavage that seemed to defy gravity. The two women moved with a predator’s grace, their eyes glinting with mischief as they locked onto Skell.
“Well, well, if it isn’t our favorite little voyeur,” Elara purred, her voice a sultry drawl as she leaned against the bedpost, her chest heaving with every deliberate breath. “Ready for your treat, goblin?”
“Skell is always ready!” the goblin babbled, his voice a high-pitched squeak as a line of drool already began to trickle down his chin. “Skell waits for this every day, yes! Elara and Laya make Skell’s heart go boom-boom when they suck tits!”
Laya laughed, a sharp, wicked sound, as she slid closer to Elara, her fingers tracing the edge of the witch’s robe. “Hear that, love? Our little gremlin’s already losing it, and we haven’t even started.” She flicked her gaze to Skell, her lips curling into a taunt. “You’re gonna drool a river before we’re done, aren’t you?”
“Skell will drown if it means more boob sucking!” he cried, his hands clasping together as if in prayer, his eyes practically bulging from their sockets. “Please, pretty witches, make Skell happy!”
Elara arched a brow, exchanging a knowing look with Laya before she shrugged off her robe, letting it pool at her feet. Her bare skin glowed in the candlelight, her heavy breasts on full display, nipples already hardening in the cool air. Laya mirrored her, peeling off her own top with a slow, teasing precision that made Skell whimper. The two women faced each other, their bodies inches apart, the tension in the room thick enough to choke on.
“You want a show, goblin?” Elara asked, her tone dripping with challenge as she cupped Laya’s breast, her thumb brushing over the sensitive peak. “Then shut that drooling mouth and watch.”
Laya grinned, leaning in to nip at Elara’s earlobe before whispering loud enough for Skell to hear, “Let’s make him beg for it.” She lowered her head, her tongue flicking out to trace a slow, deliberate circle around Elara’s nipple, her eyes never leaving Skell’s face. The goblin let out a strangled moan, his hands gripping the bedframe as if it were the only thing keeping him grounded.
“More! More licking!” Skell pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. “Skell needs to see witches suck tits hard! So sexy, so perfect!”
Elara chuckled, her breath hitching as Laya’s mouth closed over her, sucking with a fierce, hungry intensity that made her head tip back. “Oh, we’re just getting started, little creep,” she teased, her voice laced with heat as she tangled her fingers in Laya’s hair, pulling her closer. “You’re gonna be sweating and panting by the time we’re through.”
Laya pulled back just enough to smirk at Skell, a glint of saliva on her lips. “Bet you’re already horny out of your mind, aren’t you? Look at us, goblin. Watch how we make each other drip with want.”
The air grew heavier, charged with the raw, electric energy of their performance. Skell’s drool now formed a small puddle on the floor, his heart-eyed stare locked on the two women as they took turns, their mouths worshipping each other’s breasts with a slow, torturous rhythm. The sounds of wet, eager sucking filled the room, and Skell’s babbling grew incoherent, a stream of praise and pleas for more. Elara and Laya reveled in their power, their teasing sharp and unrelenting, knowing they held the goblin utterly captive in their spell.
And as Laya’s lips closed around Elara once more, the witch’s gasp echoing through the hovel, the night promised to burn hotter still.
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