Chapter 1: The Fortnightly Feast
Skell, the gnarled little goblin with a face only a mother could love—if she were blind—shuffled through the cluttered apothecary of Elara, the fiery red-haired witch whose curves could stop a war. Her girlfriend, Laya, was just as endowed, her presence a mirror of Elara’s voluptuous charm. The air was thick with the scent of herbs and something far more intoxicating: anticipation. Every fortnight, Skell’s dreary existence as Elara’s errand boy was rewarded with a spectacle that set his twisted heart ablaze.
“Skell sees the day has come!” the goblin croaked, his voice a gravelly whine as he perched on the edge of his creaky bed in the corner of the witch’s lair. His beady eyes glinted with perverse delight, a drool already forming at the corner of his wart-covered lips. “Skell begs, oh beautiful mistresses, show Skell the sweet feast of flesh!”
Elara smirked, her emerald eyes flashing with mischief as she sauntered over to Laya, her crimson locks cascading over her shoulder. “Look at him, Laya,” she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed scorn. “Our little gremlin is practically panting already, and we haven’t even started.”
Laya, her raven hair a stark contrast to Elara’s fiery mane, chuckled darkly, her full lips curling into a wicked grin. “Should we make him wait, love? Let him stew in his own drool a bit longer?” She arched a brow, her hands already tracing the edge of Elara’s low-cut blouse, teasing the fabric that barely contained her.
“No, no, no!” Skell wailed, his clawed hands clutching the bedframe, his body trembling with desperate need. “Skell begs! Skell needs to see the lovely ladies feast on each other! Lick the sweet peaks, please, oh please!”
Elara laughed, a sound that was both cruel and seductive, as she turned to Laya, her fingers deftly unbuttoning her lover’s top. “Hear that, darling? He’s practically sweating already. Shall we give him what he wants?”
“Only because I want it too,” Laya shot back, her tone sharp and commanding as she pulled Elara closer, their ample chests pressing together in a way that made Skell’s eyes widen to saucers. “Come here, you gorgeous witch. Let’s make this little pervert’s night.”
Skell’s drool now formed a small puddle on the floor as he watched, heart-eyed and mesmerized, while Elara’s lips hovered over Laya’s exposed skin. “Yes, yes! Skell sees the beauty! Lick, lick, suck those perfect tits! Skell is so happy!” he babbled, his voice a feverish chant.
Elara cast a sidelong glance at the goblin, her smirk widening. “Oh, we’ll suck, alright. But you just sit there, Skell. No touching, no joining. You get to watch and beg, that’s all.” Her words were a whip, laced with power, as she lowered her mouth to Laya’s chest, her tongue flicking out in a teasing dance.
Laya gasped, her head tilting back, but her eyes locked on Skell with a taunting gleam. “That’s right, goblin. Watch us. Beg us. Tell us how much you want to see more.”
“Skell wants more! Skell needs more! Suck harder, beautiful queens! Make Skell’s heart burst!” he cried, his body quivering with a horny fervor, though he had no desire to join—just to witness the erotic display of their lesbian tit-sucking show unfolding before him.
The room grew hotter, the air charged with their teasing laughter and Skell’s desperate pleas, as Elara and Laya leaned into their performance, their movements deliberate and dripping with seduction. The night was just beginning, and Skell knew he was in for a feast of the senses that would leave him panting for more.
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