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The evening begins innocently enough. Both Luz and Amity are spread out across Luz’s bed, the former doodling across her notebook while the latter buries her nose into her third book of the day.
It’s a boring day in the Isles, and unfortunately one of the hotter ones. But with the sun setting and moon on the rise, Luz is hopeful that the temperatures will fall. Currently, she and her girlfriend are sitting on opposite sides of her bed. It’s too hot for them to cuddle up next to each other, but both still enjoy some form of touch. So, Amity rests her crossed ankles next to Luz’s thighs while her girlfriend massages the tense muscles that arch across the bottom of each foot.
As one of Luz’s fingers loop around her girlfriend’s big toe, the book is plopped into her lap, exposing her unamused expression
“Luz,” she scowls. “I know what you’re doing.”
Her human peeks her eyes above the top of her notebook, keeping her smug grin hidden from view. “I’m not doing anything.”
“Yes you are,” she scrunches her toes, trapping the human’s fingers. “Stop lying to me.”
Luz finally relents with a little giggle, closing her notebook and setting it on the side. “Why can't I crack your toes,” she whines. “Mamí always did it to me and it feels nice!”
“Because cracking joints isn’t good for you,” she explains with a glare. “And I don’t think it’ll feel good.”
“You crack your neck all the time,” Luz snickers. “What’s different about your toes?”
“Cracking my neck makes my headaches go away, goofball. You’re gonna break my toes off.”
Luz giggles. “I would never! Do you really take me as someone who would put you in danger?”
Amity shoots her a look, earning an embarrassed laugh.
“Okay, okay, my history isn’t the cleanest,” she waves. “But it doesn’t hurt. I promise. Tell me amor, have I ever broken a promise?”
Amity looks away, nibbling on her bottom lip. She really does try to think of a time where Luz broke a promise, but she couldn’t. Even after years together, there was yet to be a shattered swear.
“I guess not,” she admits with shy eyes. “But what if it hurts?”
Luz smiles at her kindly. “It won’t. It just feels strange. Besides, it’s out of love. If it hurts too much I’ll stop. Deal?”
Amity nods. “Fine.”
Luz squeals and Amity can't help but smile at her girlfriend’s display of excitement. She shivers when Luz adjusts her grip on her foot, not used to the feeling of someone touching it. It takes little effort for Luz to set herself up for cracking her girlfriend’s joint. She’s done it so much on herself that it’s second nature.
Without warning, Luz pops Amity’s big toe back into place. It’s a quick little crack. Amity’s leg jolts as a little moan escapes from her lips. She’s quick to cover her mouth, face ablaze, and pulls her leg away from her girlfriend. She looks away, already aware of Luz’s stare.
“S-Sorry,” she mumbles, trying to hide her blush.
She feels the bed dip close to her as Luz crawls down the bed, holding herself over her girlfriend’s body and leaning close.
“Don’t be,” she whispers before lightly booping her nose. “Your moans are cute.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
Luz is quick to swoop down and press a chaste kiss to her lips. When she pulls away, Amity whines and slings her arms around her neck, keeping her close.
Luz smirks down at her. “Is there something you want?”
“You.”
She clicks her tongue. “Gotta be more specific than that hermosa. Cmon, tell me.” She leans past her lips and to her ear, blowing gentle streams of warm air against its pointy shell. “What do you want?”
Amity shivers, her thighs snapping closed. Luz knows what she’s doing, obviously, because she’s Luz and is always acutely aware of each and every thing Amity does. She knows she’s winding her up, dumping gallon after gallon of fuel into an already full tank.
She looks up at her with pleading eyes, slowly inching a hand from her neck to her side. Her fingers toy with the bottom of her shirt, not wanting to push anything in case Luz doesn’t want anything.
“Can we?”
Luz smiles. “Of course.”
She kisses her forehead lightly, earning a small giggle. It doesn’t take long for her to lean down and pull Amity into a heated kiss, already pushing her tongue through parted lips and tasting her mouth. She always tasted like candy, or something similar, with a hint of coffee. Ever since Luz introduced the beverage to her close friends, they all regularly drank it. But Amity drank it the most.
Luz parts their locked lips to slowly take her shirt off. Amity watches intently, eyes tracing over her girlfriend’s figure. She absentmindedly rubs her thighs together and curls her fingers. Titan, she wants nothing more than to touch everything on Luz’s perfect body, but she restrains herself. She’s not the one in control. She rarely is.
“It’s a bit hot in here,” Luz smirks as her head pops out of her shirt. “Isn’t it Ames?”
Amity nods fervently, unable to say anything. Luz carelessly chucks the article of clothing off the side. Where exactly isn’t important, because she won’t be needing it.
“I feel so much cooler,” she husks, sitting squarely on Amity’s lap.
Her semi pokes into Luz’s thigh and she can’t help but smile. Amity’s face is on fire, but she’d rather die than move away from Luz. She practically melts when she feels Luz grind against her.
“L-Luz!”
“Mmm, you’re doing perfect,” she praises before pressing her lips against her neck. “Just stay nice and still for me.”
Amity can only moan. She throws her head back to give Luz as much space as possible. Her hands find purchase on Luz’s grinding hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh.
Luz breathes heavily into her ear, smirking when she sees a hot blush spread across her face, up her ears, and disappearing into her shirt.
“I bet you could get off to this, huh?” she teases, jolting when the covered prick bumps her clit. “Fuck~ Ames.”
Amity nods, doing her best not to absolutely lose her mind. She doesn’t want to finish just yet, but even if she did, Luz didn’t give her permission. She was always on the stricter side when it came to their play time, and Amity was her best girl. She wouldn’t disobey her.
Luz keeps bucking against Amity’s cock, kissing up and down her neck. At some point, Amity isn’t sure, she sneaks a hand up her shirt and starts to play with her nipples. She knows full and well how much Amity is struggling to keep control over herself, but she doesn’t care too much. In her mind, she’s a play thing until she cums.
It takes a few minutes, but she does eventually cum. Both Luz and Amity moan at her release. Heat surges from Luz onto Amity’s lap, and she digs her fingers into her hips again, silently praising and grounding her. Her hips weakly buck sporadically, riding out the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Amity on the other hand, is just getting ready. She still remains quiet and still because she knows that Luz will reward her if she listens. And Titan, she wants that fucking reward. So she lays still, rubbing her thumbs soothingly around Luz’s hips as her cock twitches under her.
Once Luz comes down from the stars, she looks down at Amity, smiling kindly.
“Is it your turn now?”
Amity nods. “Please.”
Luz grins and leans in to kiss her. While Amity’s mind spins, high on her girlfriend’s indescribable scent, a calloused hand makes its way down her smooth stomach before dipping into the waistband of her skirt. Amity’s thighs twitch as Luz giggles against her lips.
“Excited?” she teases, running a finger up and down the covered shaft.
Amity looks away, flushing a bright pretty red. “A little.”
Luz makes a sound of acknowledgment and pulls her hand out of Amity’s skirt. She’s about to whine and pathetically beg, which happens more often than not, but a tug on the material stops her. She lifts her hips, letting her wonderful, amazing, perfect girlfriend roll both her skirt and panties off of her. She holds her breath as Luz tosses the garments in the same direction as her shirt.
Amity’s cock stands at attention, twitching and throbbing at the cooling air in the room. Beads of sweat drip down the side of her face as her constant blush makes itself more apparent. Luz crawls down to her lower half, mischievous eyes poking around her erection.
She gives no warning before wrapping her lips around Amity’s pink tip, running her tongue all around it. Amity’s mouth falls open and her hips buck into the warmth. It feels so good, too good. Her core twists, heat surging through her veins.
Luz’s moans send fiery jolts through her body. And when her head starts to bob up and down, hollowing out her cheeks to give as much stimulation as possible, she nearly loses it.
“C-Close!” she squeaks, fingers curling into the sheets.
Luz pops her cock out of her lips but jerks her slowly as to not give her the breather she so desperately needs.
“Really Luz?!” she whines. “Every time?”
She squeezes the base, earning a squeak. “If I didn’t we’d be done in ten seconds.”
Amity looks away, jutting out her bottom lip. “It’s not my fault.”
She hears Luz giggle before a quick peck is placed to her flushed cheek. “I know amor, I know. You’re just so sensitive.”
At that, Luz begins to glide her fingers around her pink, glossy tip, smearing the saliva and pre cum around. Amity tenses, doing her best to keep her legs as still as possible. If she accidentally kicks Luz (again), there’s no going back.
She never had a problem finishing herself off, it just so happens that everything Luz did felt that much better. She’s rough with her, never giving her long enough breaks, if there ever was one to have. And even when she’s begging for release, writhing and screaming and crying on either of their beds, she wouldn’t change it for the world. Because she loves her amazing girlfriend.
Amity bites her lip, muffling an airy moan disguised as a giggle. Her eyes flutter closed as she adjusts herself downwards, pushing herself closer to her girlfriend’s magical hands. Luz doesn’t stop, either. She knows full and well what she’s trying to do, but she knows her.
Luz pulls her fingers away from her leaking sex, ignoring the whines and pleas from Amity. She stands up and wanders over to her closet. As her own little form of rebellion, Amity palms herself while Luz’s back is turned. She knows she shouldn’t, but what Luz doesn’t know can’t hurt her, right? Besides, she fucking dying here.
She just manages to avoid getting caught as Luz turns around, holding a pill shaped device. Amity immediately recognizes Luz’s favorite vibrator. It’s a light blue bullet that’s shockingly strong. She’s never tried it herself, but based off of Luz’s reactions to it when they were out in public that one (painfully sexy) night, it’s perfect for torture.
“You seemed to have a lot of fun with me the other night,” Luz oh so kindly reminds, crawling back onto the bed. “And I think it’s time for me to have fun.”
Amity flushes and looks the other way, her twitching sex giving away her excitement. Luz smirks and flicks it on, the strong vibrations buzzing all the way up to her elbow.
“Ready?”
Amity takes a shaky breath and nods. “Gentle at first, please?”
Luz couldn’t miss the slight nervousness in her voice, even if she tried. Her face softens as a smile pulls at her lips. “Of course my love. We’ll start slow, okay?”
“Okay,” she asserts with a little nod.
Luz leans forward and kisses her forehead. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”
She doesn't give Amity enough time to respond before wrapping her dick in a cool grip, vibrator tucked between her fingers and the warm length in her hand. It’s twisted onto one of the lower settings, but that doesn’t stop pleasure from running up Amity’s spine, causing her to buck her hips.
“Shit,” she hisses.
“Everything alright?” Luz asks, clearly biting back a smile.
“Ffffeels good,” she slurs, subconsciously pushing herself closer to the stimulation. Her hips follow the feelings as her fingers claw at the sheets below her.
Luz giggles, moving her hand faster. “I’m glad.”
“Mmmm! Fuck Luz!”
Her breathing quickens and she squeezes her eyes shut.
“Don’t you fucking cum,” Luz warns, shifting the bullet onto a particularly sensitive area on her sex while her hand bounced up and down the slick, hot shaft. “I’m not stopping until I think you’re done.”
Her fingers curl desperately into the damp sheets as she scrambles to do whatever she can to keep herself from unraveling.
“Luz!” she squeals, her core burning.
Her girlfriend takes a moment to respond, letting the bullet’s loud vibrations be the only noise in the room. It’s torture to Amity but it’s so fucking hot. Too hot actually. The idea of Luz not caring she’s so close to cumming throws her closer to the edge, an edge she’s trying very hard not to fly over.
“Yes?” she replies finally.
“B-Break! Please it’s - mmnugh - it’s too good! I can’t! Please!”
Luz smiles to herself as the toy is slowly taken away from her slightly overstimulated tip. Her hand, however, does not leave. It continues its stroking, running calloused fingers over every inch of Amity.
“Luz please!” she begs, trying and failing to pull herself away from the overbearing feelings. “I - aHh fuck - I need a b-break! Ohhhh I’m gonna cum!”
“You’re not allowed to,” she reminds. Although she doesn’t want to, she slows down, keeping her hand down near the cock’s base. “And I’m giving you a break.”
“You’re still going,” Amity pants.
Luz shakes her head, twisting the vibrator back on to a high power. “The vibrator stopped. I never said I’d stop.”
That is all the warning Amity gets. Luz resumes her pumping, fast and hard and holy Titan She can’t hold it back anymore.
Amity all but screams, throwing her head back in a fit of frustration and pleasure.
“AHHHhhh Luz! I’m cumming!”
“No you’re not,” she says simply.
Amity loses control. Cum splatters onto the edges of Luz’s hand. Her mind goes completely fuzzy as she lets her orgasm take its toll on her body. Pleasure rips through her entire self, quickly followed by little aftershocks.
The stimulation doesn’t stop, though. When she regains feeling in her lower half, she realizes Luz hasn’t stopped pumping her cock. One hand holds the bullet, clearly on its way to sit directly on her overly sensitive tip. The other still strikes up and down. Once the buzzing plastic comes into contact with her dick, she loses it again.
“Luz!” she cries, widely bucking her hips to try and get away. “Please! Luz it’s too sensitive!”
“How unfortunate,” she says apathetically. “You came without permission. And now you need to be punished.”
Words are a luxury at this point. All Amity can do is thrash around and laugh at how good it feels. Fire crawls down her back and settles into her sex once again. Luz always had an interest in overstimulation, but Amity never disobeyed or did anything to deserve it. But now, she has.
Tears pour down her cheeks as her head shakes back and forth, blubbering nothings. It’s all too much. It takes only another minute to realize she’s about to cum again, something she’s never been able to do.
“L-Luz,” she stutters. “I t-think - oh sweet Titan - I’m about to - ahhh~ - cum again.”
This time, Luz smiles. “What a special occasion.”
“Titan please Luz! It’s so much! Too much!”
“Then cum for me princess.”
She does. Amity cums again and her entire body feels it. She shakes and moans out incoherent sentences as aftershocks wrack her poor, tired, sweaty body.
Finally, Luz stops. The vibrator is twisted off. After she stands from the bed, she turns to her girlfriend. Bits of her hair are plastered to her forehead and remnants of tears dribble from the corners of her eyes to the bed sheets below. Speaking of which, they’re very dirty. Sweat, tears, and other bodily fluids seep into the fabric, creating little puddles around her panting, shivering girlfriend.
“I’ll be right back carino,” Luz whispers. Amity doesn’t reply, but Luz isn’t expecting her to.
She walks into the bathroom and flicks in the light. She washes off her hands and the vibrator, leaving the cleaned toy on the side of the sink. It’s her bathroom anyway, and no one goes in there. Even if they did, she’s an adult. And adults do and own adult things. On her way out, she snatches a little towel from the rack.
When she returns to the bedroom, Amity’s starting to regain brain function. She sits on the bed and begins to carefully clean her up, not wanting to wake or disturb her. She discards the towel and the rest of her clothes. Luz changes into some comfortably oversized clothes before picking some out for her girlfriend, as well as a new pair of underwear.
Amity slowly opens her eyes and is greeted by the blurry image of her girlfriend standing over her. She blinks, clearing away the fuzz. Luz smiles kindly at her, holding a glass of water and some clothes.
“Hey baby,” she coos, sitting down next to her. “Are you alright?”
Amity nods and makes grabby hands at the glass of water. Luz giggles, happily handing it to her. She gulps down most of it, leaving only enough to cover the very bottom of the glass.
“Do you want more?” Luz asks, taking back the glass.
Amity shakes her head. “I think I’m okay for now.”
“Alright. I’ve got some clothes for you to wear, when you’re ready of course.”
Amity grabs the clothes and changes into the shirt and underwear. She forgoes the shorts, since her boxers are essentially the same thing. Plus, less fabric means a cooler body.
Once she’s done, Luz flicks off the big light, leaving them in almost total darkness. The stars and moon help illuminate the room, but it’s still dark enough for them.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Luz asks again, voice noticeably concerned. “That was…really intense.”
Amity snuggles into Luz’s arms, burying her face into her neck. “It was wonderful. Overwhelming, but in the best way. I promise I’m okay.”
She feels Luz sigh a breath of relief into her hair. “Good.”
She leans back to kiss her forehead, quickly followed by her cheek, nose, and everywhere else she could reach. Amity giggles, wiggling under the attention. Luz only holds her tighter, stopping her from slipping away.
“You’re ticking me!” she squeaks, blushing as her lips dip behind her ears.
“My cute little witch,” she snickers, pulling her face away from Amity’s ear. “Always so sensitive.”
Amity nods solemnly. “Your witch. No one else’s.”
Luz smiles before pressing a slow, lazy kiss to her lips. It’s quickly returned, just as tired. The two hold their lips together, keeping their bodies pressed against one another tightly for as long as they can.
Once a few moments pass, Luz pulls away. Amity’s eyes flutter closed as she adjusts herself to get more comfortable. Luz loosens her arms just enough for her to do so, immediately tightening them when she’s done.
“I love you Sweet Potato.”
“I love you too, Batata.”
Both close their eyes. Sleep takes them minutes later.