Goblin's Guilty Pleasure

Chapter 1: The Fortnightly Feast

Skell hunched over his workbench in the dimly lit corner of Elara’s cavernous lair, his gnarled green fingers meticulously grinding herbs into a fine powder. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and brimstone, a peculiar mix that only a witch’s den could conjure. His bulbous nose twitched as he stole a glance toward the center of the room, where Elara, the fiery-haired witch with curves that could stop a dragon in its tracks, lounged on a velvet chaise. Her emerald eyes glinted with mischief as she caught his stare.

'Keep your beady little eyes on the mortar, Skell,' she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed venom. 'Unless you’re itching for a hex on that ugly mug of yours.'

Skell grunted, his crooked teeth flashing in a sheepish grin. 'Just makin’ sure you ain’t turnin’ me into a toad while I ain’t lookin’, boss.'

Elara laughed, a sound that sent a shiver down his hunched spine. 'Oh, darling, if I wanted to transform you, I’d make you something far more... appetizing.' She leaned forward, her ample chest nearly spilling from her corset, and winked. 'But you’re not here for my magic tricks, are you? Today’s the day, isn’t it? Your little... reward.'

Skell’s heart thudded in his scrawny chest, his beady eyes widening. Every fortnight, like clockwork, Elara and her equally stunning girlfriend Laya granted him a spectacle that set his goblin blood boiling—not for coin, but for something far more primal. He had no interest in the usual carnal pursuits, no desire to touch or be touched. But the thought of those two goddesses, their lips on each other’s lush, heaving breasts, made his mind reel with a lust he couldn’t quite name.

As if on cue, the heavy wooden door creaked open, and Laya strode in, her raven-black hair cascading over her shoulders, her figure just as sinfully voluptuous as Elara’s. She smirked at Skell, her dark eyes glinting with playful cruelty. 'Well, well, if it isn’t our favorite little voyeur. Ready for your treat, goblin? Or are you gonna drool all over the floor before we even start?'

Skell wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, already feeling the heat creeping up his warty neck. 'I-I ain’t droolin’ yet, lady. Just... anticipatin’.'

'Anticipating,' Elara echoed, rising from her chaise with a predatory grace. She sauntered over to Laya, their bodies brushing as she murmured, 'He thinks he’s so clever with his words. Shall we give him something to really anticipate?'

Laya’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she looped an arm around Elara’s waist. 'Oh, I think we should. Let’s make those heart-eyes of his pop right out of his ugly skull.'

They moved toward Skell’s rickety bed in the corner, a makeshift pile of furs and straw that served as his resting spot. Skell’s breath hitched as he shuffled after them, his stubby legs barely keeping up. He perched on a stool nearby, his hands gripping the edges as if to anchor himself. The two women climbed onto the bed, their laughter sharp and teasing as they faced each other, knees touching, their gazes locked with a heat that could melt iron.

'Don’t blink, Skell,' Laya taunted, her fingers tracing the edge of Elara’s corset. 'You wouldn’t want to miss a single second of this, would you?'

'N-no, ma’am,' Skell stammered, his voice a raspy croak. His eyes were already glazing over, heart-shaped pupils practically throbbing as Elara tugged down the fabric, revealing the creamy swell of her breasts. Laya’s breath caught—a sound that made Skell’s ears twitch—as she leaned in, her lips hovering just above Elara’s hardened nipple.

'Go on, love,' Elara urged, her voice low and commanding. 'Show our little goblin what he’s been dreaming about for two whole weeks.'

Laya didn’t need further encouragement. Her mouth closed over Elara’s peak, a soft, wet sound filling the air as she sucked with deliberate slowness. Elara’s head tipped back, a throaty moan escaping her lips, her fingers threading through Laya’s dark hair. 'That’s it,' she purred, her eyes flicking to Skell with a smirk. 'You like that, don’t you, you horny little gremlin? Look at you, sweating already.'

Skell’s jaw hung slack, a thin line of drool escaping as he nodded dumbly. His body was a furnace, his mind a haze of forbidden delight as Laya switched to the other breast, her tongue flicking over the sensitive tip before sucking hard. Elara’s gasps grew sharper, her chest heaving as she locked eyes with Skell, her gaze both taunting and electric.

'Don’t get any ideas, goblin,' she warned, her voice breathy but firm. 'This is our game. You just get to watch... and pant like a dog.'

And pant he did, his chest rising and falling as the two women continued their sensual dance, their lips and tongues worshipping each other’s curves with a ferocity that left Skell trembling on the edge of something he couldn’t quite grasp. The room grew hotter, the air thick with their shared heat, and Skell knew this was only the beginning of a night he’d never forget.