Chapter 1: The Fortnightly Feast
In the dim, flickering light of Skell’s cramped, moss-covered hovel, the air was thick with anticipation. The ugly little goblin, with his warty green skin and crooked teeth, sat perched on the edge of his rickety bed, his beady eyes gleaming with perverse delight. Every fortnight, this was his reward—not gold, not trinkets, but a show that set his twisted heart ablaze. Elara, the fiery red-haired witch with curves that could hex a man into submission, stood before him, her massive breasts straining against the thin fabric of her black lace corset. Beside her was Laya, her equally endowed lover, with raven-black hair cascading over her shoulders, her own voluptuous chest barely contained by a sheer emerald gown. The two women exchanged a knowing smirk, their eyes glinting with mischief as they prepared to torment their voyeuristic host.
“Skell is ready, oh yes, Skell is so ready!” the goblin croaked, his voice a gravelly rasp as he rubbed his gnarled hands together, drool already pooling at the corner of his jagged mouth. “Skell begs, pretty witches, please, feast on each other! Skell wants to see those juicy tits get sucked!”
Elara arched a perfectly sculpted brow, her lips curling into a wicked grin as she stepped closer to Laya, her hands brushing against the other woman’s hips. “Oh, Skell, you little pervert,” she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed disdain. “You think you’re worthy of this view? You’re lucky we even step foot in this filthy dump.”
Laya chuckled, her tone sharp as a blade as she tilted her head, her dark eyes locking onto the goblin’s desperate gaze. “That’s right, you disgusting little creature. We’re not here for your pleasure—we’re here for ours. You just get to drool like a pathetic mutt while we play.”
“Skell don’t care! Skell just watch! Skell loves the titty feast!” he whined, his heart-shaped eyes practically bulging as he leaned forward, his bony fingers gripping the edge of the bed. “Please, lick nipples! Skell begs for nipple licking!”
Elara rolled her eyes, but her smirk widened as she turned to Laya, her hands sliding up to cup the other woman’s heavy breasts through the thin fabric. “Shall we give the little gremlin what he wants, darling?” she teased, her thumbs brushing over Laya’s hardening peaks, visible even through the sheer gown.
Laya bit her lip, her own hands mirroring Elara’s as she squeezed the redhead’s ample chest, her voice a sultry taunt. “Only if you promise to make me scream, love. Let’s make this wretch sweat while he watches.”
The two women leaned in, their lips brushing in a teasing kiss before Elara tugged down the neckline of Laya’s gown, exposing one perfect, round breast. The sight made Skell whimper, a string of drool dripping onto his lap as he panted, “Yes, yes! Skell sees! Suck it, suck it now!”
Elara’s tongue flicked out, tracing a slow, deliberate circle around Laya’s nipple, her green eyes flicking up to meet Skell’s desperate stare. “Like this, you horny little toad?” she mocked, before taking the hardened bud into her mouth, sucking with a deliberate, wet sound that echoed in the small room.
Laya gasped, her head tipping back as her fingers tangled in Elara’s fiery locks, pulling her closer. “Harder, you tease,” she demanded, her voice a commanding growl. “Show this drooling fool how it’s done.”
Skell was trembling now, his breath ragged, his eyes locked on the erotic display as Elara obeyed, her mouth working with fierce intensity. The goblin’s whines grew louder, his pleas more frantic. “More, more! Skell needs more tit sucking! Skell is so happy!”
The witches ignored him, lost in their own game of dominance and desire, their hands roaming as they took turns, peeling fabric away to reveal more skin, their lips and tongues worshipping each other’s curves. The air grew hot, thick with the sound of their moans and the goblin’s pathetic begging, the tension building to a crescendo as Skell’s drooling reached a fever pitch, his heart racing at the sight of their relentless, passionate display.
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