Goblin's Guilty Pleasure

Chapter 1: The Fortnightly Feast

The dim, flickering light of a dozen candles cast long shadows across Skell’s cramped, cluttered room in the underbelly of Elara’s enchanted tower. The air was thick with the scent of molten wax and the faint, musky aroma of anticipation. Skell, the gnarled, warty goblin with a face only a blind troll could love, perched on the edge of his rickety bed, his beady eyes gleaming with unbridled excitement. His knobby fingers twitched as he muttered to himself, 'Skell waits, oh yes, Skell waits for the show. The best show. The only show.'

The door creaked open, and in strode Elara, the fiery-haired witch whose curves could hex a man into submission without a single spell. Her crimson locks cascaded over her shoulders, barely concealing the swell of her massive breasts, straining against the sheer fabric of her black lace corset. Behind her, Laya, her equally voluptuous lover, sauntered in with a predatory smirk. Her golden hair shimmered in the candlelight, and her tight emerald bodice did little to hide the bounty beneath.

'Well, well, Skell,' Elara purred, her voice dripping with honeyed mischief as she leaned against the bedpost, one hand tracing the edge of her corset. 'Another fortnight, another payment. You ready to drool, little gremlin?'

'Skell is ready! Skell always ready!' the goblin babbled, a thin line of saliva already escaping his crooked mouth. 'Skell loves the titty feast. Oh, please, start the sucking!'

Laya chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Skell’s hunched spine. She stepped closer to Elara, her fingers brushing against the witch’s collarbone. 'Look at him, babe. He’s practically panting already, and we haven’t even started. Should we make him beg a little more?'

'Oh, I think so,' Elara replied, her green eyes glinting with wicked delight as she turned to Skell. 'What do you say, goblin? Want to see Laya’s pretty mouth on me? Want to watch her tongue tease until I’m sweating for more?'

'Skell begs! Skell begs so hard!' he cried, his voice a desperate rasp as he clutched the edge of the bed, his heart-shaped gaze locked on the two women. 'Suck the nipples, please! Skell needs the sexy boob licking!'

Elara grinned, exchanging a knowing look with Laya before slowly unlacing the top of her corset. Her heavy breasts spilled free, the rosy peaks already hard with anticipation. Laya licked her lips, her own fingers deftly loosening her bodice to reveal her equally impressive chest. 'You’re such a greedy little watcher, Skell,' Laya teased, stepping closer to Elara. 'But we like making you squirm. Don’t we, love?'

'Absolutely,' Elara murmured, her voice husky as she pulled Laya into a slow, deliberate embrace. Their bodies pressed together, curves melding in a way that made Skell’s jaw drop further, drool now pooling on the bedspread. Elara tilted her head down, her lips hovering just above Laya’s nipple. 'Watch close, Skell. This is gonna drive you wild.'

As Elara’s mouth finally closed over Laya’s sensitive peak, a low moan escaped the blonde’s lips, and Skell let out a garbled whimper. 'Ohhh, Skell sees! Skell loves! More licking, more sucking!' he pleaded, his voice trembling with horny fascination as the two women began their tantalizing dance of teasing and tasting, their eyes occasionally flicking to the goblin with sly, knowing smirks. The room grew hotter, the air charged with the sound of wet, deliberate kisses on flesh, and Skell knew this was only the beginning of his fortnightly obsession.