Goblin's Guilty Pleasure

Chapter 1: The Fortnightly Feast

The flickering candlelight in Skell’s dank little room beneath Elara’s towering witchery shop cast long, wavering shadows on the mossy stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment and forbidden potions, but tonight, it carried an electric charge of anticipation. Skell, the gnarled, ugly goblin with a face only a mother could love—if she were blind—sat perched on the edge of his creaky bed, his beady eyes gleaming with a feverish hunger. His knobby hands fidgeted in his lap, claws clicking together as he muttered to himself, 'Skell waits. Skell always waits for the pretty ladies.'

The door creaked open, and in strode Elara, the fiery-haired witch whose presence could ignite a room without a single spell. Her voluptuous curves strained against her tight, black corset, her massive breasts nearly spilling over the top. Behind her, Laya, her equally endowed girlfriend, sauntered in with a smirk, her golden hair cascading over her shoulder, brushing against the swell of her chest. Both women exuded raw, untamed power, their gazes sharp and commanding as they locked eyes with the trembling goblin.

'Well, well, Skell,' Elara purred, her voice a velvet blade, 'ready for your little treat? You’ve been a good, slimy boy this fortnight, haven’t you?' She arched a brow, her full lips curling into a wicked smile as she stepped closer, her hips swaying with deliberate intent.

'Skell is good! Skell works hard for Mistress Elara!' the goblin babbled, a thin line of drool already escaping the corner of his crooked mouth. 'Skell wants to see the pretty sucking. Please, oh please!'

Laya chuckled, low and throaty, as she leaned against the bedpost, her fingers tracing the edge of her plunging neckline. 'Oh, we know what you want, you little gremlin. You’re practically panting already, and we haven’t even started.' She shot a sidelong glance at Elara, her eyes glinting with mischief. 'Shall we make him beg a bit more, love?'

Elara’s grin widened as she turned to Laya, her hands sliding up to cup her lover’s face. 'Let’s give him just a taste. Make those beady eyes pop out of his ugly head.' Without breaking eye contact with Skell, she leaned in, her lips brushing against Laya’s collarbone, trailing slow, deliberate kisses upward. 'Watch closely, Skell. You don’t want to miss a second of this, do you?'

'Skell watches! Skell sees everything!' he squeaked, his voice rising in pitch as his claws dug into the threadbare blanket beneath him. Drool now dripped freely onto his lap, his heart-shaped gaze locked on the two women as they began their torturous tease.

Laya tilted her head back, a soft, mocking moan escaping her lips as Elara’s mouth hovered over the swell of her breast, her tongue flicking out to graze the edge of her neckline. 'Mmm, Elara, you’re such a cruel tease,' she murmured, her fingers threading through the witch’s red locks. 'Look at him. He’s practically melting over there. Should we give him what he’s so horny for?'

Elara pulled back just enough to flash Skell a taunting smirk. 'What do you say, goblin? Want to see us get a little closer? Want to see these perfect tits get the attention they deserve?' She tugged at the laces of Laya’s top, loosening them with agonizing slowness, revealing more of that creamy, glistening skin.

'Yes! Yes! Skell begs! Skell needs the sexy boob sucking!' he wailed, his entire body trembling with anticipation, sweat beading on his warty forehead. 'Please, pretty ladies, suck more! Skell loves it!'

The two women exchanged a knowing look, their laughter sharp and cutting as they finally gave in to the game. Elara pulled Laya’s top down just enough, her lips descending with predatory grace to capture a hardened nipple, sucking with deliberate, wet intensity. Laya gasped, her back arching, though her eyes never left Skell, reveling in the way he squirmed and babbled incoherently.

'Oh, Skell, you’re such a pathetic little voyeur,' Laya taunted, her voice dripping with mock pity as Elara’s tongue swirled around her sensitive peak. 'Look at you, sweating and drooling like a dog. You’re so damn hard for this, aren’t you?'

As the room filled with the sounds of their teasing moans and Skell’s desperate whimpers, the heat built to a fever pitch, promising an explosive display that would leave the goblin reeling for days. And they were just getting started.