Goblin's Guilty Pleasure

Chapter 1: The Fortnightly Feast

Skell hunched over his workbench in the dimly lit corner of Elara’s enchanted shop, his gnarled green fingers meticulously sorting through a pile of shriveled herbs. His bulbous nose twitched at the scent of lavender and brimstone, a mix that always lingered in the air. He was an ugly little goblin, with warts dotting his face and a crooked grin that could scare off a troll, but he had a sharp mind for alchemy—and an even sharper obsession.

The door to the back room creaked open, and Elara strutted in, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders, framing a cleavage so pronounced it could stop a warlock mid-spell. Her black corset hugged every curve, and her emerald eyes glinted with mischief. Behind her trailed Laya, her raven-haired girlfriend, whose voluptuous figure matched Elara’s in every sinful way. The two witches were a vision, and Skell’s beady eyes flicked up, his heart already racing.

“Oi, Skell, you’ve been a good little gremlin this fortnight,” Elara purred, her voice dripping with honeyed mockery. She leaned against the counter, her bust practically spilling over as she smirked. “Ready for your… payment?”

Skell’s jagged teeth flashed in a nervous grin, a bead of drool already forming at the corner of his mouth. “Aye, mistress. Been countin’ the hours. You know I ain’t got no coin worth more than this.”

Laya chuckled, her deep, sultry tone sending a shiver down Skell’s hunched spine. She sauntered over to Elara, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. “Poor little goblin. All hot and bothered just thinkin’ about us, aren’t ya? Bet you’ve been dreamin’ of this all week.”

“Dreamin’? Hah! More like losin’ sleep,” Skell croaked, wiping his sweaty brow with a rag. “You two are cruel, teasin’ a wretch like me. But I ain’t complainin’.”

Elara arched a brow, her lips curling into a wicked smile. “Cruel? Oh, darling, we’re just getting started. Come on, then. Your bed’s waitin’.”

The trio moved to Skell’s cramped quarters at the back of the shop, a dingy little space with a straw mattress and a single flickering lantern. Skell plopped onto a stool in the corner, his heart pounding as Elara and Laya climbed onto his bed, their laughter echoing like a siren’s call. They faced each other, kneeling, their ample chests heaving with anticipation.

“Watch close, Skell,” Laya teased, her dark eyes locking onto his as she tugged at the laces of Elara’s corset. “Wouldn’t want you to miss a single second of this.”

Elara let out a throaty laugh, her hands sliding up Laya’s sides. “He won’t blink, love. Look at him—already droolin’ like a pup. Ain’t that right, Skell? You’re damn near pantin’ over there.”

Skell’s claws gripped the edge of his stool, his gaze fixed with heart-shaped intensity. “Aye, I’m a mess, ain’t I? Can’t help it when you two are… are…” His words trailed off into a low groan as Elara’s corset fell away, revealing her full, glistening breasts.

Laya licked her lips, her voice dropping to a whisper that was somehow louder than a shout in Skell’s ears. “Time to feast, baby.” She leaned in, her mouth hovering just above Elara’s nipple, teasing with a flick of her tongue. Elara gasped, her head tilting back, red hair spilling over her shoulders.

“Oh, you’re gonna make me sweat already,” Elara murmured, her fingers threading through Laya’s hair as she pulled her closer. “Suck it good, love. Let the little gremlin see what he’ll never have.”

Skell’s breath hitched, his body trembling with a horny ache he couldn’t—and wouldn’t—act on. The sight of Laya’s lips closing around Elara’s nipple, the wet sound of her sucking, was enough to make his mind spin. He was dripping with desire, his imagination running wild as the two witches moaned and teased, their taunts cutting through the haze of his lust.

“Bet you’re hard as stone over there, huh, Skell?” Elara called out, her voice sharp and playful even as she arched into Laya’s mouth. “Too bad we don’t play with goblins. You just get to watch us cum from this alone.”

The air grew thick with tension, the lantern casting flickering shadows over their entwined forms. Skell’s drool hit the floor, his heart racing as the witches’ moans grew louder, their teasing sharper. He knew the real show was just beginning, and he was ready to lose himself in every forbidden second of it.