Goblin's Guilty Pleasure

Chapter 1: The Fortnightly Feast

Skell hunched over the cluttered workbench in Elara’s dimly lit potion den, his gnarled green fingers sorting through vials of shimmering liquid. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and brimstone, a heady mix that made his bulbous nose twitch. He was an ugly little goblin, all warts and crooked teeth, but his loyalty to the witch Elara was unwavering. Not for gold, mind you—his payment was something far more... personal.

Elara sauntered in, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders, barely contained by the tight black corset that accentuated her voluptuous chest. Her emerald eyes glinted with mischief as she caught Skell’s beady gaze lingering a bit too long. 'Eyes up, gremlin,' she purred, her voice like honey laced with venom. 'You’re not getting a sneak peek before the show. Work first, drool later.'

Skell grunted, his cheeks flushing a sickly shade of chartreuse. 'Ain’t lookin’ for nothin’, mistress. Just makin’ sure yer bottles ain’t gonna explode on ye.'

Behind Elara, Laya appeared, her equally busty frame wrapped in a sheer violet robe that left little to the imagination. Her dark hair framed a smirk as sharp as a dagger. 'Oh, Skell, you’re such a terrible liar,' she teased, leaning against the doorway, her curves on full display. 'We know what’s got your little goblin heart racing. Two weeks of waiting, and you’re practically sweating already.'

Skell wiped a bead of drool from his chin, his heart-shaped pupils practically glowing. 'I ain’t got no interest in the nasty bits, ye know that. Just... just the show. That’s all I need.'

Elara chuckled, exchanging a wicked glance with Laya. 'Oh, we know, pet. You’re a peculiar little creature, aren’t you? No cock, no hard urges, just a drooling mess for a bit of tit play. Lucky for you, we’re in a generous mood tonight.'

Laya sauntered closer, her hips swaying with purpose as she leaned down to whisper in Skell’s ear, her breath hot against his warty skin. 'You’ve been a good boy, haven’t you? Keeping the shop tidy, not breaking a single vial. I think you’ve earned your treat.'

Skell’s knees wobbled as the two women led him upstairs to his tiny, straw-stuffed bed in the attic. The room was cramped, the air thick with anticipation. Elara pushed him down onto the edge of the mattress, her hands on her hips. 'Sit. Watch. And don’t you dare move a muscle, goblin. This is our game, not yours.'

Laya grinned, already slipping the straps of her robe off her shoulders, revealing the creamy swell of her breasts. 'You hear that, Skell? Eyes only. No touching. But we’ll make sure you’re panting by the end of it.'

Elara’s corset loosened with a flick of her fingers, her own ample chest spilling free, her nipples already hard in the cool attic air. She turned to Laya, pulling her close with a possessive grip. 'Let’s give the little monster something to drool over, shall we?'

Their lips crashed together in a fierce, hungry kiss, but it was only a prelude. Elara’s mouth trailed down Laya’s neck, her tongue flicking out as she reached the soft, heaving flesh of her lover’s breasts. Laya moaned, her head tipping back as Elara’s lips closed around a taut nipple, sucking with a deliberate, teasing slowness. Skell’s jaw dropped, his tongue lolling out as he watched, utterly transfixed.

'Oh, you like that, don’t you?' Laya gasped, her voice dripping with mockery as she glanced at Skell, her eyes gleaming. 'Look at him, Elara. He’s practically melting over there.'

Elara pulled back just enough to smirk at the goblin, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Laya’s glistening skin. 'Poor thing. So horny for something he’ll never have. Should we turn it up a notch, love?'

Laya nodded, her hands threading through Elara’s red locks as she guided her back down. The wet, sucking sounds filled the room, each flick of tongue and nip of teeth driving Skell to the edge of sanity. He was sweating now, his breath coming in ragged pants, completely lost in the forbidden feast before him. And as the two women pressed closer, their bodies a tangle of curves and moans, Skell knew this was only the beginning of the night’s torment.