Chapter 1: The Fortnightly Feast
In the dim, moss-covered hovel that Skell called home, the air was thick with anticipation. The ugly little goblin, with his warty green skin and crooked teeth, scuttled about, arranging his tattered bed just so. Every fortnight, this was his ritual—a perverse pilgrimage to a spectacle that set his shriveled heart ablaze. He had no desire for flesh himself, no craving for the usual carnal delights, but the thought of watching Elara and Laya, those two voluptuous witches, feast on each other’s ample breasts? Oh, it made his beady eyes gleam with unholy lust.
“Skell waits, oh yes, Skell waits for the sweet show!” he muttered to himself, drool already pooling at the corner of his cracked lips. “Big, bouncy treasures, sucked and licked—Skell’s favorite!”
The door creaked open, and in strode Elara, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders, her massive chest barely contained by a sheer black corset. Behind her was Laya, her raven-black locks contrasting with her equally impressive bust, wrapped in a deep emerald bodice. The two women shared a knowing smirk, their eyes glinting with mischief as they surveyed the goblin’s pitiful abode.
“Well, well, Skell, you’ve got the bed all ready for us, haven’t you?” Elara purred, her voice dripping with honeyed mockery. She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them up even further, and Skell’s eyes nearly popped from their sockets.
“Skell does good work for Elara! Skell deserves the show, yes, yes!” the goblin babbled, rubbing his gnarled hands together. “Skell begs—lick the nipples, pretty witches! Suck them hard for Skell!”
Laya laughed, a sharp, sultry sound that cut through the dank air. “Oh, you little perv, always so desperate to watch. You’re lucky we enjoy putting on a performance, aren’t you?” She sauntered over to the bed, hips swaying, and sat down with a deliberate bounce that made her chest jiggle. Skell let out a pitiful whimper, drool now dripping onto his ragged tunic.
“Don’t tease the poor creature too much, love,” Elara said, joining Laya on the bed. She leaned in, brushing her lips against Laya’s ear, her voice a low, seductive whisper that Skell could still hear. “Let’s give him what he’s been panting for. I’m already aching to taste you.”
“Skell wants! Skell needs!” the goblin pleaded, his voice a high-pitched whine as he perched on a nearby stool, his heart-shaped eyes locked on the witches. “Suck the big titties, yes, make them wet for Skell!”
Elara shot him a wicked grin, her green eyes flashing. “Patience, you drooling gremlin. You’ll get your fill.” With that, she tugged down the top of Laya’s bodice, exposing one perfect, heaving breast. Laya arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips as Elara’s mouth descended, her tongue flicking over the hardening nipple with expert precision.
“Oh, fuck, that’s it,” Laya hissed, her fingers threading through Elara’s red hair, pulling her closer. “Suck it harder, babe—let this little freak see how it’s done.”
Skell was practically vibrating with excitement, his drool now a steady stream as he clutched the edge of the stool. “More, more! Skell loves it! Lick the other one, pretty witch! Make it drip for Skell!”
The witches ignored his begging for now, lost in their own heated exchange. Elara’s lips worked with fierce determination, sucking and teasing until Laya was sweating, her breath coming in sharp, needy gasps. Then, with a sly glance at Skell, Laya pulled down the other side of her top, offering her second breast to Elara’s hungry mouth.
“Watch closely, goblin,” Laya taunted, her voice thick with arousal. “This is as close as you’ll ever get to heaven.”
The room was charged, the air heavy with the sounds of wet, eager sucking and the goblin’s pathetic whimpers. Skell’s eyes were wide, his heart pounding as the witches continued their erotic display, their teasing words and sharp banter only fueling the fire. The show was just beginning, and already, the little creature was lost in a haze of perverted bliss, knowing this was only the start of his fortnightly obsession.
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