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 sorting through jars of shriveled herbs and glistening toad eyes. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and brimstone, but all he could think about was the ticking of the old brass clock on the wall. Fortnight’s end. His payment was due tonight.

The door 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 caught Skell’s beady gaze. 'Well, well, Skell, you’ve been a good little goblin this week, haven’t you?' she purred, her voice dripping with mockery. 'Polished my cauldron, swept the bat droppings, and didn’t even try to steal a single potion. I’m almost impressed.'

Skell’s crooked mouth twitched into a grin, revealing jagged teeth. 'I know the deal, Mistress Elara. I work hard, I get my… reward.' His voice was a low rasp, his eyes already gleaming with anticipation.

Elara smirked, folding her arms under her ample chest, pushing her bust even higher. 'Oh, you’re a greedy little creature, aren’t you? Drooling already, and Laya isn’t even here yet.' She leaned closer, her breath warm against his warty ear. 'You know the rules, goblin. You watch. You drool. But you don’t touch. Ever.'

Before Skell could retort, the door swung open again, and Laya entered, her golden hair tied back in a loose braid, her own tight corset barely containing her generous assets. She shot Skell a wicked grin, her sapphire eyes sparkling with amusement. 'Look at him, Elara. He’s practically panting already. Should we make him wait a little longer, just to see if he bursts?'

Skell’s clawed hands gripped the edge of the workbench, his heart racing as he muttered, 'No need for cruelty, Miss Laya. I’ve earned this.'

Elara laughed, a rich, sultry sound that sent a shiver down Skell’s spine. 'Oh, fine. Let’s not torture the poor beast… too much.' She turned to Laya, her gaze softening with hunger as she pulled her lover close. 'Shall we, darling?'

Laya’s lips curled into a sly smile. 'Only if you promise to make me sweat for it.' She tugged at the laces of Elara’s robe, letting the fabric slip just enough to reveal the creamy swell of her breasts. Skell’s eyes widened, his breath hitching as he shuffled toward his rickety bed in the corner of the room, the designated stage for their fortnightly show.

The two women followed, their hips swaying with deliberate tease, climbing onto the creaking mattress. Elara straddled Laya’s lap, her hands cupping her lover’s face as she leaned in for a slow, lingering kiss. 'You’re so damn gorgeous,' Elara murmured against Laya’s lips. 'I could devour you right here.'

Laya chuckled, her fingers tracing the edge of Elara’s neckline. 'Then start with these, love. You know how much I love your mouth on me.' She tugged the fabric down, freeing Elara’s full, heavy breasts, her nipples already hard and begging for attention.

Skell sat at the foot of the bed, his heart pounding, drool pooling at the corner of his mouth as he watched with heart-shaped eyes. Elara’s head dipped, her lips closing around Laya’s nipple, sucking with a wet, deliberate pull that made Laya gasp. 'Fuck, Elara, just like that,' Laya hissed, her head tipping back, her chest arching into the sensation.

Elara’s tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, her eyes darting to Skell with a taunting glint. 'Look at him, Laya. He’s practically melting. Should we turn it up a notch?'

Laya grinned, her own hands sliding up to cup Elara’s breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples. 'Oh, let’s make him suffer. Suck harder, babe. Make me moan.' She pulled Elara closer, guiding her mouth back to her chest, and the room filled with the sound of wet, hungry kisses on skin.

Skell’s claws dug into the bedframe, his breathing ragged, completely entranced as the two women teased and tormented him with every lick and nip. The air grew thick with heat, their bodies glistening with the faintest sheen of sweat, and Skell knew this was only the beginning of his delicious, torturous reward.