Chapter 1: The Fortnightly Feast
The flickering candlelight of Skell’s dank little room cast long shadows across the stone walls of Elara’s sprawling, enchanted manor. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and lust, a heady mix that clung to the goblin’s warty green skin as he perched on the edge of his creaky bed. Skell’s bulbous eyes gleamed with anticipation, his crooked teeth bared in a grin that stretched ear to ear. Every fortnight, this was his reward—not gold, not trinkets, but a show that set his shriveled heart pounding.
Elara, the fiery-haired witch with curves that could hex a man into submission, sauntered into the room, her crimson robe barely containing the swell of her massive breasts. Beside her, Laya, her equally voluptuous lover, smirked with a devilish glint in her amber eyes. Their presence was a storm of raw, untamed power, and Skell knew his place was to watch, to worship from afar.
“Skell sees the goddesses arrive!” the goblin croaked, his voice a gravelly rasp as drool already began to pool at the corner of his cracked lips. “Skell waits for the magic, yes, the beautiful magic of boobies!”
Elara arched a perfectly sculpted brow, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she leaned down, her cleavage a tantalizing abyss. “Oh, Skell, you little gremlin. Always so eager for your treat. Think we’ll make you wait a bit longer tonight?” Her voice was a purr, sharp and teasing, cutting through the haze of his obsession.
Laya chuckled, her fingers tracing the edge of Elara’s robe as she pressed herself against her lover. “Look at him, El. He’s practically melting already. Should we be cruel, or give the poor wretch what he’s panting for?” Her tone was honeyed venom, her gaze flicking to Skell with mock pity before returning to Elara’s emerald eyes.
“Skell begs, oh, Skell begs for the sucking! Skell needs to see the sexy boob feast!” His stubby hands clasped together, trembling with desperation, his heart-shaped pupils practically throbbing as he stared at their barely concealed chests.
Elara laughed, a sound that was both cruel and captivating, as she shrugged off her robe, letting it pool at her feet. Her breasts, full and heavy, bounced free, the rosy peaks already hardening in the cool air. Laya mirrored her, peeling away her own silken garment, her own generous curves on display. They turned to each other, ignoring Skell for a moment, their hands roaming with a possessive hunger.
“You’re such a tease, Laya,” Elara murmured, her voice dripping with desire as she cupped her lover’s breast, thumb brushing over the stiff nipple. “Let’s make him drool ‘til he’s a puddle.”
“Only if I get to taste you first,” Laya shot back, her smirk sharp as a blade. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to trace a slow, deliberate circle around Elara’s nipple, her eyes locking onto Skell’s as she did. The goblin let out a pitiful whimper, a fresh stream of drool cascading down his chin.
“Skell is dying! Skell sees the best sucking! More, more, lick the sexy nipples!” he babbled, his voice a frantic chant as he rocked back and forth on the bed, utterly entranced.
Elara’s head tilted back with a soft gasp, her fingers threading through Laya’s dark locks as her lover’s mouth closed over her breast, sucking with a deliberate, torturous rhythm. “That’s it, love,” she breathed, her tone commanding even in pleasure. “Show this little perv what he’ll never have.”
Laya pulled back just enough to flash Skell a taunting grin, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Elara’s glistening peak. “Bet you’re sweating already, aren’t you, Skell? Bet you’re so damn horny just watching us.”
The goblin nodded vigorously, his panting breaths ragged as he wiped at his dripping chin. “Skell burns! Skell loves the boob magic! Skell wants more sucking, please, goddesses!”
The witches exchanged a knowing look, their laughter mingling as they shifted, Elara now lowering her head to Laya’s chest, her tongue teasing with expert precision. The room seemed to grow hotter, the air charged with their raw, unapologetic desire—and Skell’s desperate, unfulfilled longing. The show was only beginning, and already, the goblin was lost in a haze of obsession, his every thought consumed by the sight before him.
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