Goblin's Guilty Pleasure

Chapter 1: The Fortnightly Feast

Skell hunched over the cluttered workbench in Elara’s dimly lit apothecary, his gnarled green fingers meticulously sorting through dried herbs. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and brimstone, a strange cocktail that clung to his warty skin. He wasn’t much to look at—crooked nose, beady eyes, and a perpetual slouch that made him seem even smaller than his three-foot frame. But Skell didn’t care about looks. He cared about one thing, and one thing only: the fortnightly show that made his otherwise dreary existence bearable.

The door to the back room creaked open, and Elara strutted in, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders, barely contained by the low-cut black robe that hugged her voluptuous curves. Her emerald eyes glinted with mischief as she leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed under her ample chest, pushing her bust even higher. 'Well, Skell, you’ve been a good little goblin this week. Haven’t broken a single vial. I’m almost impressed,' she purred, her voice dripping with playful mockery.

Skell’s heart thudded, though not for the reasons most would assume. He had no interest in bedding anyone, not even the stunning witch before him. But the thought of what was coming made his mouth water. He wiped a dribble of drool from his chin with a grubby sleeve, his beady eyes wide with anticipation. 'I-I’ve been extra careful, Mistress Elara. Just for… you know… the reward,' he stammered, his voice a gravelly rasp.

Elara smirked, tossing her hair back with a dramatic flair. 'Oh, we know, you little perv. Don’t think we haven’t noticed those heart eyes of yours. Drooling already, are we?' She stepped closer, bending down to his level, her cleavage practically in his face. Skell’s gaze locked on her chest, his breath hitching, but he didn’t dare move. He knew the rules.

The door swung open again, and Laya entered, her golden locks tied up in a messy bun, her own curvy frame wrapped in a sheer violet gown that left little to the imagination. She sauntered over to Elara, wrapping an arm around her waist and planting a teasing kiss on her cheek. 'Is our favorite goblin ready for his treat?' Laya asked, her tone as sharp as a blade, her blue eyes narrowing at Skell with a mix of amusement and disdain.

Skell nodded eagerly, his hands fidgeting. 'Y-yes, Mistress Laya. I’ve been waitin’ all fortnight. Please… just a little show?' His voice was pathetic, but he didn’t care. He lived for this.

Elara chuckled, exchanging a wicked glance with Laya. 'Oh, we’ll give you a show, Skell. But remember—no touching. You sit there on your grubby little bed and watch. Got it?' Her tone was commanding, leaving no room for argument. Skell nodded again, scurrying to his small cot in the corner of the room, plopping down with a creak of the wooden frame.

Laya grinned, her fingers already tracing the edge of Elara’s robe. 'Let’s make him sweat, darling,' she whispered, loud enough for Skell to hear. The two women moved with deliberate slowness, their hands roaming over each other’s curves as they positioned themselves just out of reach. Elara tugged at Laya’s gown, exposing one creamy shoulder, then leaned in to nip at her collarbone. 'You’re such a tease,' Laya murmured, her voice husky, her hands sliding up to cup Elara’s bust through the fabric. 'And you love it,' Elara shot back, her lips curling into a sly smile.

Skell’s eyes were practically bulging, his heart pounding as he watched the two women tease and taunt. Drool slipped down his chin again, and he didn’t bother wiping it this time. His mind was a haze of anticipation, knowing what was coming next. Elara’s fingers deftly untied the front of Laya’s gown, letting it slip down just enough to reveal the swell of her breasts. Laya arched her back, offering herself up as Elara’s lips hovered just above her skin. 'Ready to make our goblin squirm?' Elara asked, her voice low and sultry.

'Always,' Laya replied with a wicked laugh, pulling Elara closer. Their lips were inches from colliding in the most tantalizing way, and Skell’s breath hitched, his entire body tense with horny fascination. He knew what was about to happen—the slow, deliberate dance of their mouths on each other’s skin, the way they’d lock eyes with him just to drive him wild. And as Elara’s lips finally descended, Skell’s world narrowed to the sight before him, his mind exploding with the forbidden thrill of it all.