Chapter 1: The Fortnightly Feast
The flickering candlelight danced across the damp stone walls of Skell’s cramped hovel, casting long, jagged shadows over his lumpy straw bed. The air was thick with the scent of moss and old magic, a fitting den for an ugly little goblin like Skell. His bulbous nose twitched as he perched on a rickety stool, his gnarled hands fidgeting in his lap. Tonight was the night. The fortnight had passed, and his payment was due.
The door creaked open, and in strutted Elara, the red-haired witch whose presence could command a storm to still. Her voluptuous curves strained against her tight black corset, her massive breasts practically spilling over the top. Behind her, Laya, her equally busty girlfriend, sauntered in with a smirk, her golden hair cascading over her shoulder. Their eyes gleamed with mischief, a shared secret that made Skell’s heart pound—not with lust for their bodies, but for the show they were about to perform.
“Skell sees the witches! Skell’s been good, yes, very good! Time for the show, yes?” the goblin babbled, his voice a high-pitched rasp as drool already began to pool at the corner of his cracked lips.
Elara arched a fiery brow, her lips curling into a wicked smile as she crossed her arms, pushing her chest out even more. “Oh, Skell, you little gremlin. Always so eager. Don’t you ever get tired of watching?”
“Never! Skell loves the titty feast! Skell needs it! Pretty witches sucking pretty nipples—best payment in all the realm!” he squeaked, his beady eyes wide with anticipation, heart shapes practically glowing in them.
Laya chuckled, her voice a sultry purr as she leaned down to Skell’s level, her cleavage inches from his face. “You’re such a pathetic little voyeur, aren’t you? But we love driving you wild. Don’t we, darling?” She turned to Elara, her gaze smoldering.
“Absolutely,” Elara replied, stepping closer to Laya and running a finger along her lover’s collarbone. “Let’s give the goblin what he craves. But remember, Skell—no touching. You just sit there and drool like the horny little beast you are.”
“Skell no touch! Skell only watch! Watch the sexy boob sucking, yes, yes!” he chanted, his stubby fingers gripping the edge of his stool as if to anchor himself.
The two witches exchanged a knowing look before climbing onto Skell’s bed, the straw crunching beneath their weight. They knelt facing each other, their heavy breasts brushing together as they leaned in for a slow, deliberate kiss. Their lips parted with a soft smack, and Elara’s hands slid up to cup Laya’s chest, her thumbs teasing the edges of her low-cut blouse.
“Shall we start, love?” Elara murmured, her voice dripping with seduction as she tugged Laya’s top down, exposing her full, perfect breasts.
“Oh, let’s make him beg for it,” Laya teased, glancing at Skell with a wicked grin. “Look at him, already panting like a dog. You want to see me suck her, don’t you, goblin?”
“Skell wants! Skell needs! Suck the nipples, pretty witch! Make Skell happy!” he pleaded, a string of drool slipping down his chin as his eyes locked onto the scene unfolding before him.
Elara laughed, a rich, throaty sound, before lowering her mouth to Laya’s chest. Her tongue flicked out, tracing a slow, torturous circle around one hardened nipple, her green eyes flicking up to meet Skell’s gaze. Laya let out a soft moan, her head tilting back as she arched into Elara’s touch.
“More! More sucking! Skell loves it! So wet, so sexy!” Skell babbled, his voice trembling with excitement as he leaned forward, nearly toppling off his stool.
The witches took their time, taking turns teasing and tasting, their lips and tongues working in a rhythm that was both artful and agonizing. Sweat began to bead on Skell’s wrinkled forehead as he watched, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. The air grew hotter, thicker, the tension building as Elara and Laya locked eyes, their shared pleasure a silent taunt to the goblin who could only watch.
And as Laya’s lips closed around Elara’s nipple with a particularly loud, wet suck, Skell let out a pitiful whimper, knowing this was just the beginning of their torturous, delicious game.
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