Chapter 1: The Fortnightly Feast
Skell hunched over his workbench in the dim, musty corner of Elara’s enchanted lair, his gnarled green fingers polishing a cauldron with obsessive care. His bulbous nose twitched as the scent of lavender and brimstone wafted through the air, a telltale sign that the witch and her lover were near. The goblin’s crooked grin spread wide, his yellowed teeth glinting in the flickering candlelight. Today was the day. The fortnight had passed, and his reward awaited.
“Skell smells them coming,” he muttered to himself, his gravelly voice dripping with perverse glee. “Skell’s eyes will feast soon. Oh, yes, such pretty titties, such sweet sucking. Skell can’t wait!”
The heavy oak door creaked open, and in strode Elara, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders, framing a face as sharp as her tongue. Her voluptuous chest strained against the tight black corset she wore, and her emerald eyes glinted with mischief. Beside her, Laya, equally endowed and equally stunning, smirked with a predatory edge. Her raven-black hair contrasted with her pale skin, and her leather bodice left little to the imagination. The two women exuded power, their presence filling the room with an electric heat.
“Well, well, Skell,” Elara purred, her voice smooth as velvet but laced with a taunting edge. “Have you been a good little goblin these past two weeks? Polished my cauldrons, swept my floors, and kept your grubby paws to yourself?”
“Skell been very good!” the goblin croaked, his beady eyes darting between their heaving bosoms. “Skell work hard, so hard, just for today. Please, pretty witches, let Skell watch. Skell needs to see the titties dance, needs to see the sucking!”
Laya laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Skell’s spine. “Oh, you’re a desperate little creep, aren’t you? Look at him, Elara, practically drooling already. Should we give him what he wants, or make him beg a little more?”
Elara tilted her head, a wicked smile curling her lips as she stepped closer to Skell’s tiny bed in the corner of the room. “Hmm, I don’t know, darling. He’s such a pathetic sight, all hunched and slobbering. But I suppose he’s earned his little show. What do you say, Laya? Shall we make his filthy heart race?”
“Skell begs!” the goblin interjected, his voice a desperate whine as he clasped his clawed hands together. “Skell begs for the nipple play! Please, lick each other’s big, bouncy titties! Skell wants to see tongues on nipples, oh yes, Skell needs it!”
The two women exchanged a glance, their eyes sparkling with amusement and a shared, teasing cruelty. “Fine,” Elara said, her tone dripping with mock pity. “But remember, goblin, you only get to watch. No touching, no joining. You sit there and drool, and if you so much as twitch toward us, I’ll hex your ugly ass into next week.”
“Skell promises! Skell only watch! Skell be good!” he babbled, his heart-shaped pupils practically bulging as he perched on the edge of his stool, saliva already pooling at the corner of his mouth.
Laya sauntered over to the bed, her hips swaying with deliberate intent as she sat down, patting the spot next to her for Elara. “Come here, love,” she murmured, her voice a sultry invitation. “Let’s give this pervert something to drool over.”
Elara joined her, their bodies pressing close as they faced each other, their ample chests brushing together in a way that made Skell whimper audibly. Slowly, with deliberate teasing, Elara tugged at the laces of Laya’s bodice, freeing her lover’s magnificent breasts. Laya returned the favor, her fingers deftly undoing Elara’s corset until their bare skin gleamed in the candlelight.
“Oh, fuck, look at these,” Laya breathed, her voice thick with desire as she cupped Elara’s breasts, her thumbs brushing over the hardening nipples. “I’ve been dying to get my mouth on you all day.”
“Then don’t keep me waiting, darling,” Elara shot back, her tone commanding yet playful. “Suck me hard, and let’s make this little freak lose his mind.”
As Laya leaned in, her lips closing around Elara’s nipple with a wet, hungry sound, Skell let out a guttural moan, his claws digging into the stool. “Yes, yes! Suck harder! Skell loves it! Skell needs more nipple licking! Oh, pretty witches, don’t stop!”
Elara threw her head back, a gasp escaping her lips as Laya’s tongue flicked and teased, but her eyes locked onto Skell with a wicked glint. “You like that, don’t you, you disgusting little voyeur? Look at us, all hot and sweaty for each other. You’ll never get this close, but you can watch us feast.”
The heat in the room was palpable, the air thick with tension as the two women continued their sensual display, their panting breaths and teasing taunts driving Skell to the edge of madness. And as their mouths worked with increasing fervor, the goblin knew this was only the beginning of his fortnightly obsession.
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