Goblin's Guilty Pleasure

Chapter 1: The Fortnightly Feast

Skell hunched over his workbench in the dimly lit basement of Elara’s enchanted tower, his gnarled green fingers polishing a cursed amulet with a rag that smelled of brimstone. The ugly little goblin’s bulbous nose twitched as he muttered to himself about the unfairness of life—working for a witch who paid him in spectacles rather than gold. Not that he minded. Not really. Every fortnight, his dreary existence was lit up by a show that made his crooked heart pound like a war drum.

Upstairs, Elara, the fiery redheaded witch with curves that could hex a man into submission, lounged on a velvet chaise with her equally voluptuous girlfriend, Laya. The two women were a vision—Elara in a sheer black robe that clung to her bust like a lover’s caress, and Laya in a deep emerald corset that pushed her assets to sinful heights. They sipped elderberry wine, their laughter tinkling like dark bells as they discussed their latest magical mischief.

'So, darling,' Elara purred, tracing a crimson nail along Laya’s collarbone, 'shall we give our little gremlin his treat tonight? He’s been polishing my trinkets like a good boy.'

Laya smirked, her full lips curling as she leaned closer, her breath hot against Elara’s ear. 'Oh, let’s. I love watching that ugly mug of his drool while we play. It’s almost as delicious as your tits.'

Elara chuckled, a low, wicked sound that sent a shiver down Skell’s spine as he eavesdropped from the stairwell. 'Careful, love. We don’t want him getting any ideas. This is our game, not his.'

'Oh, I know,' Laya replied, her voice dripping with mischief. 'But teasing him? That’s half the fun. Let’s make him sweat.'

Skell’s beady eyes widened, his heart thumping as he scuttled up the last few steps, clutching the amulet like a lifeline. He didn’t care for sex himself—never had—but the thought of those two goddesses devouring each other’s breasts? It was enough to make his knobby knees weak. He shuffled into the room, his gaze darting to the pair with barely concealed anticipation.

'Ah, Skell,' Elara drawled, her emerald eyes glinting as she stood, her robe slipping just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage. 'Right on time. Ready for your payment, are we?'

Skell nodded dumbly, his tongue lolling out as he drooled, heart-eyes practically popping from his skull. 'Y-yes, Mistress Elara. Skell been good. Skell deserve show.'

Laya laughed, a sharp, cutting sound as she rose, her corset straining against her chest. 'Oh, you’ve been good, have you? Well, sit your warty ass down on that bed over there. And don’t even think about touching. This ain’t for you to join, goblin. It’s for us to enjoy—and for you to suffer.'

Skell obeyed instantly, plopping onto his creaky cot in the corner, his gaze locked on the two women as they sauntered closer, their hips swaying with predatory grace. Elara pushed Laya down onto the bed beside him, just out of reach, and straddled her with a wicked grin. 'Let’s give him something to drool over, shall we?'

Laya arched a brow, her hands sliding up Elara’s sides. 'Oh, I’m already dripping with excitement, love. Let’s make him pant.'

Elara’s robe fell open as she leaned down, her lips hovering over Laya’s corset-bound chest. 'You’re so damn gorgeous, I could feast on you all night.'

Skell’s breath hitched, his claws digging into the mattress as Laya tugged the corset down, freeing her lush, heavy breasts. Elara’s mouth descended, her tongue flicking over a hardened nipple with a teasing slowness that made Skell whimper. The room grew hot, the air thick with tension, as the two women began their dance of desire—Elara sucking and nibbling with a hungry fervor, Laya’s sharp gasps cutting through the silence. Skell’s eyes were glued to the scene, his body trembling with a horny ache he couldn’t name, as the witches played their cruel, seductive game just inches from his sweating, desperate form.