Goblin's Guilty Pleasure

Chapter 1: The Fortnightly Feast

Skell hunched over the cluttered workbench in Elara’s arcane shop, his gnarled green fingers sorting through vials of shimmering potions. His bulbous nose twitched at the scent of lavender and brimstone, a signature of the witch’s magic. The goblin’s beady eyes darted to the calendar nailed to the wall—tonight was the night. Every fortnight, his strange arrangement with Elara and her lover Laya came to fruition, a deal sweeter than any coin could ever be.

The door to the back room creaked open, and Elara sauntered in, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders, barely contained by the tight black corset that accentuated her ample chest. Her emerald eyes glinted with mischief as she caught Skell’s stare. 'Well, well, little gremlin,' she purred, leaning against the counter, her cleavage practically spilling over. 'Counting the minutes, are we? Don’t think I can’t see that drool already forming.'

Skell wiped his chin with a grubby sleeve, his crooked grin revealing jagged teeth. 'Can’t help it, boss. You and Laya are a feast for sore eyes. Ain’t no gold in the world worth more than tonight’s show.'

Elara smirked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. 'Flattery won’t get you closer to the action, Skell. You know the rules—look, don’t touch. We’re not your playthings.' Her tone was sharp, commanding, a reminder of who held the power in this odd little trio.

Before Skell could retort, Laya strutted in, her curves just as mesmerizing, her dark hair contrasting with a low-cut violet dress. She wrapped an arm around Elara’s waist, pressing herself close. 'He’s practically panting already, love,' Laya teased, her voice dripping with amusement. 'Think we should make him wait a bit longer? Let the poor thing stew in his own lust?'

Skell’s heart raced, his eyes wide as saucers, already imagining the spectacle. 'Don’t be cruel, ladies,' he croaked, his voice thick with anticipation. 'I’ve been a good goblin, ain’t I? Sorted all them potions without a single spill!'

Elara laughed, a rich, throaty sound that sent shivers down Skell’s spine. 'Oh, fine. Let’s not keep our loyal worker waiting. But remember, Skell, this is our game. You’re just the lucky bastard who gets to watch.' She grabbed Laya’s hand, pulling her toward Skell’s cramped bedroom at the back of the shop, her hips swaying with every step.

Skell scrambled after them, his short legs barely keeping up. His bed—a rickety frame with a threadbare blanket—awaited, the stage for their fortnightly ritual. Elara pushed Laya onto the mattress with a playful shove, climbing on top of her, their laughter echoing in the small room. 'Ready to make our goblin’s night, darling?' Elara murmured, her lips brushing Laya’s ear.

Laya grinned, her hands already tugging at the laces of Elara’s corset. 'Always, babe. Let’s give him something to drool over.' She glanced at Skell, who stood frozen by the door, his eyes practically popping out of his head. 'Don’t faint on us now, gremlin. We’re just getting started.'

Elara’s corset fell away, revealing her full, heavy breasts, and Laya wasted no time, her mouth latching onto a pert nipple with a hungry moan. Elara arched her back, her fingers tangling in Laya’s hair, pulling her closer. 'That’s it, love,' she gasped, her voice thick with desire. 'Suck harder. Let him see how much we enjoy this.'

Skell’s jaw dropped, a trail of drool slipping down his chin as he watched, transfixed. His heart pounded, a strange, burning arousal coursing through him despite his usual disinterest in fleshly matters. The sight of their lips and tongues working over each other’s tits, the wet sounds of their teasing, was enough to make his mind reel. He didn’t want to join—he never did—but the torment of watching was a delicious agony.

Laya pulled back for a moment, her lips glistening, and shot Skell a wicked glance. 'Bet you’re harder than a troll’s club just watching us, huh? Too bad you’ll never know how this feels.' Her words cut sharp, a taunt that only fueled his fixation.

Elara chuckled, guiding Laya’s head back to her chest. 'Keep going, babe. Let’s make him sweat. We’ve got all night to drive this little monster wild.'

And as their moans filled the room, Skell stood there, rooted to the spot, knowing the real show was just beginning.