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Clad by the walls of the secret hideout, stars dangling brightly above them, the two girls paid no mind to how time was progressing as they embraced each other, both absentmindedly lost in the novel before them.

Book club was getting late.

But between the stress of Hexside exams, the looming threat of Belos, and their familial dynamics that has the tendency to grate on their nerves, they practically had no time for their relationship.

Not that Luz and Amity were the most important couple in the world, though they both totally thought so, but sometimes they just needed some space.

“Turn.”

The human girl blinked, moving her arms that held the book up, and looking down below to the sea of lilac strung out over her lap. She chuckled, pushing the strands that laid askew behind a pointy witch ear to reveal the pale but welcoming complexion of her girlfriend. Her eyes softened at the gesture.

“I thought you were sleeping,” Luz had pointed out.

“And miss your laughably bad impression of the salesman at potions marquee in chapter six? Not a chance.” The latter lovingly teased, not a sardonic inflection to be heard.

“I’ll have you know, if the shoe was on the other foot, the kids you read to would love to hear my voices.”

“Aww, but that takes away the fun of them being just for me,” Amity pouted. “Now turn the page.”

“Actually,” Luz paused, closing the book once the page was adorned with the bookmark, setting it down on the floor next to them. “I think we should call it a night; Eda will kill me if she has to call the library to ask where I am again. She cannot deal with another discussion about her late fees.”

The witch frowned, clambering off of Luz’s lap. Drawing a spell circle, she augmented her scroll, peering at the time.

“Do we have to? We still have an hour and a half until closing. And my parent’s have a conference tomorrow so they’re extra insufferable, and they’ll absolutely grill me if they see me come home. I can’t be too early for the perfect window where Edric and Emira divert attention and I can sneak in.”

The human arched an eyebrow, looking at her girlfriend cheekily. “You’ve really taken to this new lifestyle of sneaking in and out of Blight Manor. What happened to Miss Top Student?”

“I’m still me! It’s just…” Golden eyes diverted to the carpet, which almost seemed non existent as it blended into the darkness. “They still aren’t letting up. When I’m not studying, I’m training, and when I’m not training, I’m their lapdog for those investors to gawk at at those presentations. I feel like I can’t tell them to back off a little.”

Luz gave a look of concern, her hand finding it’s way to the small of Amity’s back, beginning to rub slowly. It drew the smallest of smiles out of the witch.

“I just don’t want you to get in trouble, amor.”

“I know what I’m doing, trust me,” she lifted up her head to meet the gaze on her. “It’s so sweet how protective you are.”

A warm kiss was pressed onto Amity’s cheek, and when lips retreated, a growing pink pigment was left behind.

“Of course, Amity. I’d do anything for you, you know that.”

“Not if I do anything for you first,” her small voice rebutted, continuing to blush slightly.

“Aww, eres tan linda!” Luz exclaimed, and she quickly dove for the lips, pecking lightly before settling her hands over the dainty set of Amity’s. “So, if you don’t wanna go home just yet, what do you suggest we do?”

The purple haired girl gave a nervous curling of her lips. “Well… it’s sorta embarrassing…”

“I love embarrassing! C’mon, hit me with it!” Her cheery voice carried over the hideout, uplifting the mood slightly.

“Okay, uh… you remember last time we were at the Owl House?”

A nod, and an assertive grin. “Duh! Eda went out to get more apple blood, and didn’t come back until sundown! We had to try and convince Hooty that she wasn’t dead.”

“Right,” the witch affirmed before continuing nervously. “and… do you remember what we were doing after we finished playing FlipWart? Before King walked in?” Amity could feel her voice getting smaller and smaller.

What once was her usual confident cadence began to slowly moved into reluctance. She closed her eyes, hands beginning to shake nervously, shattering her composure.

She couldn’t forget it. Light glyphs were activated around the room, the sky was beginning to turn, and there was the closest thing to quiet in the Owl House.

Her hands were lost in lilac hair, holding as if life depended on it, fabric was subject to friction as their bodies made contact. Amity had gripped onto her hoodie so firmly, she still had a stubborn nail polish stain at the elastic that couldn’t come off.

And they were…

“Kissing… we were kissing…” as the words left her mouth, Luz couldn’t suppress her tan cheeks from lighting up from the heat. She opened her eyes, to find that Amity was back onto her lap, this time straddling over the human, witchy ears drooped submissively. She let an index finger slowly inch down Luz’s chest, causing her heart to kick into a higher gear.

“If you’re not opposed, I was wondering…if you wanted to pick up where we left off?”

Normally, Amity wouldn’t have been so emboldened to make a such a request, but truthfully, that kissing session had been imprinted into her brain, and it was totally in the way of her life. While their usual chaste affection was nice and they both loved what they have, that type of kissing had been incredibly exciting, almost another form of magic; and ever the perfectionist, Amity wanted to master these spells too.

Luz bit her lip, wide eyes meeting the sight before her. They weren’t exactly new to the concept of making out at this point, however, it was a rarity, and it didn’t become any less intimidating to ask for. Knowing Amity also remembered that night and wanted more of it too made the human overjoyed, and she couldn’t suppress the smirk that was coming to surface.

“How long were you holding out to ask that?”

“All night.” Amity admitted.

“You’re such a priss. You can ask for kisses, you know, at any time.” She felt a hand push into her in jest, and she made a mock offended expression.

“Shush! You know it’s hard. Our families and friends are around constantly. And I don’t see you asking!”

“Because I like to keep you on your toes. I could have done it whenever I want!” She girl puffed out her chest in exaggeration, and the latter rolled her eyes.

“Uh huh, sure, whatever you say. Now are we gonna kiss or are you gonna keep talking?”

Luz sobered her expression and brought her face closer to her cotton candy girlfriend’s, before muttering, a playful undertone in her voice;

“You tell me.”

Before the witch could process, tan lips smashed into hers, and she felt herself squeak at the impact. A sharp exhale came from Luz’s nose, signposting her amusement.

After mentally scolding herself for losing her cool, she soon melted into the affections, her hand reaching up to caress her girlfriend’s cheeks, thumb drifting over her jawline.

Luz sighed happily, the once declared weak nerd arms beginning to drift around her witch’s waist. They cupped around her back, pressing her body into closer proximity to hers.

Minutes were spent like that; though positions were held, swaying occasionally to add some rhythm, their lips were agile, manoeuvring together as if toe to toe in a grudgby play. The way their lips glided over each other’s, the occasional parting of the lips, meant the only sound occupying the room was breathing, and occasionally the smooching noises that would emit once in a while.

However, that soon began to change as the intensity increased, losing themselves to the very new but present turmoil of teenage hormones. Dispositions were, for the first time, discarded, as these newfound feelings bubbled to the service, any coherent thought going out the window.

They had never felt so at a loss of control.

Their mouths that began passionate but purposeful devolved into feverish, grasping at any form of contact they could. Luz couldn’t help but wiggle her tongue over Amity’s top lip, causing the witch on top of her to shiver.

She dropped her mouth open slightly, allowing access to Luz, and she let herself gasp at the contact.

The Latina whirled her tongue around, glossing over fangs she had only ever seen in the more unsightly moments of Amity’s temper, and though they usually scared her, yanking her back into the realisation that Amity wasn’t a human like herself, they now felt incredibly raw and attractive, and almost natural.

The breathing between them turned into soft utters and gasps, and the witch felt the arms around her guide her softy towards the floor, the carpeting of the hideout tickling her shoulders and sides.

Amity felt dizzy; she had only just gotten used to the new dynamic she shared with Luz. The witchling was still getting accustomed to the idea of somebody genuinely valuing her despite everything, liking her regardless of status, in a romantic sense even! It made no sense; even the slightest of compliments still made her blush, and surely she should have been a puddle right now. However, the nerves she absolutely had seemed to melt into excitement knowing that Luz was actually, finally, reciprocating her feelings. Too long had been spent dreaming about the day that the human returned her affections, and now it was here, manifesting in this completely unique sense of passion. It was enough to make her stomach fill with butterflies.

Lost in lip lock, their bodies moved independently of their mind, almost in autopilot. Amity hasn’t even noticed that Luz was now kneeling on top of her since she felt herself be moved, hovering over her form that laid back facing the glowing decorations overhead.

So when the girl shuffled slightly, neither of them noticed that a knee was moved, until it firmly began to press between Amity’s legs.

At the impact, Amity broke away slightly to release a noise, but Luz on a different train of thought, didn’t give her a second to reflect, catching her lips once again in a blind sweep.

At first, she ignored it; it wasn’t causing any direct harm, Luz didn’t even realise her position, and she’ll probably move again soon. It wasn’t affecting her directly.

Until it did.

Amity found she was soon struggling to let her mind return to mush, to be in that same relentless state as Luz; because that knee didn’t only stay where it was, but it was rocking as Luz was trying to keep her balance.

The lilac haired girl was beginning to feel her body temperature get hot to the touch; the spot where the knee resided was getting warmer.

It was delicious, but absolutely dangerous.

Amity knew this feeling. She had to put a stop to it.

The witch wriggled in an attempt to move away, to recline from the sensitive touch, bargaining with their embrace to stay consistent, if only those legs were to move.

Luz, her adorably but infuriatingly oblivious girlfriend, wasn’t budging, still paying no mind to her actions, and how it was affecting the situation.

It was increasingly exasperating when Luz began to move lower into the floor, pressing her body further into a now furiously hot Amity.

Trying to handle this quietly to avoid embarrassment was no dice, she was aware of this now; it became ever more real when the movements weren’t ceasing, the knee not only moving on its own initiation, but the heat and moisture in proximity was causing a sliding motion.

Okay, this had to end.

She winced. Amity freaking Blight, was wincing. She cringed at herself for a bit, before she broke off the kiss.

“Luz?” Her voice squeaked out, a display of someone trying to keep their composure but falling flat in every regard. Her breathing was becoming more laboured, and everything in her body became taut, as if bracing for something.

Luz sighed as she pulled back finally, and flashed her girlfriend a warm smile; she was so blissfully unaware of what she was doing to the other girl, and though the grin was as inviting as always, Amity was so flustered she couldn’t let herself enjoy it.

The human, however, slightly sensed her unease; she always tried to remain patient and accommodating to Amity, trying her best to make sure she was comfortable with whatever they did, and though she herself was very enthusiastic, this would be no exception.

“Yes, Amity? Would you like a breather?”

She could only manage a small ‘mmm-hmm’ in response.

Luz continued to hold her sunny disposition, positively beaming in satisfaction at the fact that her and girlfriend had been continuously kissing, and very well in that regard, for a while now. The urge to breathe was creeping up, so it was admittedly a good point to call it.

However, her eyes met the exposed nook of Amity’s neck as the way her hair cascaded, and left her wide open and compromised.

Luz, unknowingly, then delivered the final blow.

She took the chance while the witch’s neck was exposed, and began to nestle in, brunette hairs tickling the pale girl’s surprisingly burning cheeks.

Was Amity always this warm?

She remained pressed into her, and began to shuffle her legs a couple more times in an attempt to get comfy, to no avail. Lying on the floor between the girl of your dreams wasn’t exactly the picture of comfort.

“Man, carpets, am I right?” She chuckled into the neck.

She wriggled some more, and Amity paused, body stiffening.

Her senses went into panic mode as gold eyes widened; she realised what was about to happen.

‘No. Not here. Not now. Please.’

In one last plea to stop this growing force within her, to beg the girl to move away quickly, to beg any extraterrestrial force to collide into them, she cried out.

“Luz wait!”

Shocked, the human girl opened her mouth to speak, an enquiry about what was wrong. She had no idea what possibly could be the matter; was she actually really bad at kissing? Did she mess it up somehow? She had to fix this.

She couldn’t have Amity be upset.

Her attempt to verbalise any concerns was futile, as she began to feel the witch against her convulse, her frame jittering against her body.

“Amity! You’re shaking!” She exclaimed, holding her tighter. “Are you okay?”

Her hearing muffled, she could have sworn the only response she picked up on was a moan. It didn’t sound pained, like she was used to hearing, it sounded more like a content hum. It was also a light noise, high pitched in vocal register, like it was almost orchestrated.

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and she took stock of her current position against the shaking girl; she then noticed the pressure of the shakes, and the biggest source of warmth from her girlfriend. Particularly on her leg.

Realising where she had placed it, she blinked, craning her head back just in time to see Amity’s expression before it inevitably shifted.

For someone moving so violently, she looked so satisfied. Her were squeezed shut, her mouth hanging open slightly, as the tiniest of whimpers began to tumble out. Her knuckles turned white as they gripped own her own charcoal shirt desperately, creating a color contrast, as if it would help stop the sensation startling her body.

Okay, it didn’t look like she was in pain. And surely she would have said something if Luz was bad at what she was doing. Was she sick? She was very warm, and Luz was starting to see the glimmers of sweat; she even started sweating on her leg, she noticed, when it was next to…

Oh.

A dark blush begins to dust Luz’s face.

Oh.

Oh wow.

The flushing of her face becoming too much to handle, the human retreated back to the curves of the witch’s neck, jerky motions now subsiding as she felt Amity’s breathing slowly begin to regulate.

Luz, for once, couldn’t find an optimistic quip to say; if what she thinks transpired really just happened, a truly awkward encounter was inevitable.

Once she had dealt with the comedown, Amity gave a shaky sigh, before her eyes snapped open in realisation. For all of ten seconds, she forgot where she was; her mind did tend to space out when this sort of thing happened. It was the one time where stress didn’t override her, so she always tried to take advantage and relish in the feeling.

But as she regained sensory solidarity, and felt the body that was once lovingly embracing her be frighteningly still, the witch’s ears twitched as they tinged crimson.

Did she really just do that?

The hideout falls deathly silent; the both of them involuntarily ending up in a subtle contest to see who would be the first to clear the tension in the air, and try to accelerate past this accident.

But by Titan, it wasn’t going to be Amity; even if it meant starving to death by refusing to budge from this very spot, there was no way she could face this. What Luz saw was supposed to be reserved for in private, and the fact that her slightest of touches was enough for her to complete, when she was notoriously the model example on how a witch should behave… she would never crack.

After an agonising couple of minutes, the human girl finally breaks, lifting herself off her girlfriend, opting to sit cross legged next to her lying figure. Once sat up, she tried to meet the eyes of who was below her, but to no avail.

Mortified, she refused to look at Luz. Her head had swivelled to the side, opting to look at the doorway, potentially planning escape. It hadn’t been this tense between them in a long time, and Amity longed for them to rewind ten minutes, where they could go back their playful banter and loving cuddles. Heck, she’d go back to the embarrassing covention debacle if it meant getting out of this mess.

Luz thought through her words very carefully; if she was going to try and comfort her embarrassed cotton candy haired goddess, she had to talk empathetically and eloquently. However, she couldn’t ignore the huge non Boiling Isles native elephant that hung in the room that was sexual desire, unmarked territory for them.

‘Just ask about what happened; you can do it Luz. Your words are right there-‘

“Tú... solo ... ¿te acabas de venir?”

It wasn’t angry, it wasn’t confrontational, but it was an incredulous question.

Amity didn’t budge, but let herself emit a confused noise in retaliation.

Luz sighed; Titan, she had said it in Spanish, didn’t she? Pulling at her fingernails, she soon realised that the words being non comprehensive by witch ears was the only way to get the words out. It was too awkward to ask in English.

Amity may not be familiar with that cornerstone of human dialect that she had heard Luz utter before, but this type of embarrassment between them is universal, beyond every realm.

She absolutely knew what she meant.

“Lo hiciste, ¿no es así?” The human pressed again, gently.

More silence.

Then, greatly startling Luz, Amity sat up, golden eyes piercing into her. The expression was stifled, as her tiny fangs clung to her lip as if she was holding back. The lip soon began to wobble.

“Amity-“

She was cut off, as Amity groaned in aggravation, filling the lapse in speech between them. Her knees drew in, and she collapsed her face into her hands.

She decided this couldn’t possibly be worse, even if Titan decided to strike her with a fire ball to take her out then and there.

“I can’t understand what you said,” she lied, muttering against her palms.

Blinking, Luz opted to try and brighten the mood. She let out a chuckle. “I thought since you wouldn’t understand, it’d be easier to begin to talk about.”

Any shred of hope that the witch had that her human girlfriend had somehow missed what had happened, or didn’t understand what just occurred, was immediately dashed.

She cursed mentally.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Amity was getting desperate now; she knows Luz means well and communication is key in a relationship, but nothing would make her feel worse right now than attempting to even try and talk through something so… perverse. Could she please just let it go?

“Respectfully, I disagree.”

Another mental curse.

“Look, can we just forget about the whole thing?” Amity was extremely overwhelmed now, and Luz’s palms slowly reached towards her face, pulling down her hands, the one piece of protection she had. Her kind brown eyes bore into her soul, and Amity felt her bile sack ricocheting against her beating heart.

“Please, Amity, I don’t want you to be upset.”

More quiet followed as they began to gaze into each other’s eyes; on a quest to sought out any cooperation, Luz tried again. She slacked the grip on her dainty wrists, but kept her in place.

“Did you...?”

She gazed at her girlfriend, who quickly looked down in response. The witchling pensively knitted her eyebrows together, debating whether articulating is worth the immediate embarrassment of the confirmation.

Sensing her unease, she began. “I promise I’m not gonna judge you.”

She saw Amity’s ears droop in shame, whole complexion darkening into a deeper blush.

“Yes.”

Hearing the verbal confirmation sent all of the cold air of the library study down Luz’s spine, as she dropped the wrists she was clutching. Her chest began to swell, and her human stomach that usually churned in response to lactose and the Hexside cafeteria food was now facing turbulence due to something else.

Her brain lapsed through reductive phrases, feeling herself spiral.

She didn’t even try, but she did it. She made someone come. She made another girl come. Not just a girl, but a witch, like Azura. Amity Blight. It was Amity. Amity came. Because of her. Amity can have orgasms. What if she does this to herself? How often? How much? How?

She probably thought about sex in that case. Did she want sex, did she like sex, how do witches even have sex?! How would the chemistry between two different species even work?

Did Luz even want sex? Sure, she’d had the talk with her Mami, but she thought the day that it would be on the table was a long ways away; no one ever liked her back home, never mind sexually. And sex with Amity? Were they even ready for that? Would she even have her? Would she have Amity- well why bother asking that, she absolutely would.

‘It’s getting really hot in here.’

Luz was pulled out her stupor as the lilac haired witch groaned again, yanking the novel they were sucked into earlier, and began to bang her head against the hardback. At least it wasn’t signed.

Yelping, Luz immediately snatched it away before setting it down once more. “Amity, it’s okay!”

“No, it’s not! That was so embarrassing!” The witch wailed, her usually cool demeanour that she demonstrated constantly was shattering as she felt incredibly exposed.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed, it was an accident!”

“But, it was so easy for me to... you weren’t even...” Amity stammered feeling herself trail off.

Luz tried to muster the courage she usually had at her disposal, as she tried to console her restless girlfriend, placing her tan palm on her bony knee.

“I’m really sorry about this Amity, if I had known, I wouldn’t have-!”

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this, it shouldn’t have gone this way!” Amity exclaimed, and Luz could tell that she wasn’t even reacting to the girl next to her, nonetheless what she was saying. Her mind was reeling, perpetuating insecurity.

The girl frowned, beginning to caress the leg of her witch, when she suddenly stopped, processing what Amity had just said. “Wait, hold on, what do you mean this way?”

This was enough to pause the panicking; Amity clasped her hands over her mouth, daring to look over at Luz, who was positively nonplussed.

The stars began to align for Luz, as she slowly understood. She withdrew her palm from Amity’s leg, as it suddenly became very sweaty.

Okay, so maybe her little internal tangent earlier wasn’t completely unjustified.

“...Have you thought about this before?” Her voice reeked of nerves, barely above a whisper.

The witching inched her hands away from her lips, now moving to hold her blushing cheeks. Titan, she was done for.

“No!” She blurted. “I mean...yes? I mean ugh! It doesn’t matter!”

Luz nodded in response, too slowly for Amity’s liking. She inhaled sharply through her nose, before giving a dejected sigh.

“I just,” she began slowly, looking over at the human. “I just wanted that first experience to be intentional. And it wasn’t. I feel like I lost that.”

A sad smile grew onto Luz’s features; she now understood. It must be hard having something so personal put on display without your permission, and as a duo that always asked for consent to kiss and cuddle, to have this overstep must have been a huge violation.

“I’m sorry,” the human girl lamented, and Amity blinked at her. “I took it too far. I know we always try to be patient with each other, and take things slowly, and I failed you. I shouldn’t have pushed you. I can’t take it back, but I can promise you, it won’t happen again.”

Luz closed her eyes, bracing for Amity to leave, to yell or vent her frustrations, but it never came. When she peered one eye open, she saw Amity before her; when they met eyes, the witchling closed the gap, and wrapped her arms around Luz’s neck in a hug.

“What are you talking about, Luz? This isn’t your fault. I really liked what we were doing before. You didn’t know what was happening, it’s okay. It’s just one of those things. No ones to blame.”

Luz’s eyes widened, as she rested a hand on her girlfriend’s back. “Really?”

“Really.” She pulled back to face Luz once more. “I’m sorry I overreacted. I guess I got scared because, you know… we’ve never really spoke about this before.”

“I know, but maybe we should?” The human articulated her thoughts. “We have been together for a while, and establishing boundaries is important!”

Amity nodded. “Perhaps.”

“Okay!” Luz flashed a confident smile, feigning fearlessness in hopes to encourage Amity. She got a nervous smile in retaliation.

“Alright, uh… so you know about… um….”

“Copulating?” The witch finished for her, an eyebrow raised.

Giggling nervously, she waved a hand. “Yes, that’s the one!”

For the first time since the incident, the lilac haired girl found herself giggling too. “Yes, Luz. I’ve had the talk. Albeit, I had it, and then the more informal and enthusiastic version from Ed and Em, so I’m quite familiar.”

“Right,” Luz awkwardly grinned, finding herself begin to stim with her hands, pushing her fist into her palm repeatedly. “And it… it wasn’t your first ever one was it?”

Though her composure was a lot more grounded now, Amity still couldn’t resist her face flushing at this question. She gulped almost audibly, and opened her mouth slightly before any words came out.

“No.”

“Eep!” It sneaked out of Luz’s lips, and she immediately coughed in an attempt to stifle her nerves. “I mean oh! Cool! Great!”

Amity gave a nervous giggle, her hands reaching to pat her hair down into place, and Luz saw them shake profusely, “Yeah, cool!”

The girl then spun slightly, straightening her back to fade Luz more directly. “I mean… do you… have you…?”

“Me?!” The human loudly exclaimed. “I mean, yeah! Sure have! I mean, not to the point where I’m creepy about it, but sometimes you know you have a lot of stress, and you’re having a crisis about who you are, and the owl house is so loud, and you’re just so tense, and you-“

“Luz.”

“Yeah okay, I’m gonna stop talking now!”

They both took a breath, letting a silence fill the air slightly. As uncomfortable as it had become, at least this was something that was on the cards to discuss further at another point. Truthfully, Luz had never felt closer to somebody; and she was elated that she had this type of trust in Amity, and vice versa, where there is no judgement. Like there absolutely would be back home.

“You know,” Amity paused, before pressing on, voice chiming softly through the still air. “As much as I would have preferred it another way… I’m looking forward to having something to share with you eventually.”

She glanced over at her girlfriend, letting her features warm upon seeing her, smiling cutely.

That sunny expression Amity always loved to see creeped back onto her features, and Luz grinned widely. “Me too.”

“Just wish there was a way to correct tonight.” She sighed, scooting back slightly, letting her head tilt back against the wall.

Luz continued to look over at her in her new posture; the way the glowing stars illuminated and reflected on her pale skin so perfectly, her hair still static infused from the contact with the carpet, her body that once shook with determination and desire now sat relaxed. Gratified.

She just couldn’t shake just how beautiful the witch girl was. She wanted to marinate in her presentation, her warmth, forever. She wanted to make Amity happy.

And in the quiet, the solitude, this home of theirs in Amity’s secret hideaway, could be her only chance for a while. This could be the perfect time.

‘Am I really going to do this?’

This was merely a passing musing as Luz began to speak.

“Well, how about we do it right this time?”

Amity’s eyes widened as she craned her head off the wall, returning the human’s stare.

Had she heard that right? Did Luz really say what she thought she did? The mere suggestion sent a strong squeeze in her belly, butterflies increasing ten fold.

She dared to ask, quietly. “What?”

Wavering ever so slightly at the softness in her intonation, Luz continued, looking down. “Would you… I mean…”

Well, that sentence was a bust.

Beginning again, she cleared her throat, and let her voice carry more poise. Her eyes raised, and chocolate coated eyes sparkled at the latter. “Amity Blight, I’m saying I can make you... finish... the proper way. But only if you’d like me to.”

Amity could have sworn she was dreaming; her Luz wanted to be intimate with her. The girl’s mind swirled at the thought of being looked at in that way, held, touched, caressed, teased, loved. She could swear she was about to swoon, when her left brain yanked her back from the clouds.

Had she really thought this through? It’s one thing to have a little fun alone, but with another person? With Luz, a human, nonetheless? Was she ready?

“Luz, you don’t have to do that.” She reassured her.

“I know! I want to,” Luz replied. She felt her face grow warmer as she continued, against her better judgement. “I mean, seeing you…like that… you looked really pretty. I...I think I’d like to see it again.”

‘I was pretty?’

Unable to hide her glee, Amity’s lips curled up into an infectious grin. “You mean that?”

“Yeah. A-And if we don’t like it, we can stop, you’re under no obligation to say yes, uh, b-because consent is important! And don’t worry about me being bad, because I’ve had some practice, I mean, that sounds weird, I meant-“

“Luz,” the witch giggled, as she rested her index finger over the other girl’s lips. “I know what you meant.” She hesitated nervously, before giving Luz an earnest expression. “And I’d love to do this with you.”

Another hopeful beam as Amity retracted her finger. “Really?!”

“Yes!”

“Well...okay!”

“Okay!”

Luz pumped her fists. “I guess we’re doing this!”

“Guess we are!”

“We’re gonna have-“ she cut herself off, taking notice of her volume, and the weight of what she was declaring. “Ay Dios mío, we’re going to have sex.”

“Oh Titan, we are.”

It had been spoken into existence; after taking time to process the weight of the situation, they looked at each other expectantly.

This would be their first time. With each other, and ever. They couldn’t afford to mess this up. The question begged; who would be the one to initiate? As they clambered to speak, they found themselves talking over each other, voices overlapping.

“Should I-?”

“Why don’t we-?”

At the awkwardness, the two laughed wholeheartedly, before sobering into mutual loving looks of endearment.

“Sorry, you go,” Luz offered.

“I was just going to say,” Amity giggled softly. “Why don’t we just go back to kissing and take it from there?”

“Sounds good.”

More silence passed over, and Luz rolled onto her knees; she crawled over to where Amity sat against the wall, arms pinning her near her hips. She levelled her face with the witch’s.

“You look really beautiful.” She whispered, moving a hand to tuck a loose strand of brunette back into lilac locks.

Amity tried to let the words come to her as her heart swelled at the gesture, but found herself instead leaning forward, capturing the human’s lips into a kiss.

She kissed her hard with conviction, and Luz could only let her mind go blank as she mindlessly returned the affections.

Minutes went by as they resumed their passionate embrace; kissing came naturally to them, knowing where it as all gonna go. Sappy smiles, and going back home with a skip in their step.

This time it was different. Neither really knew where the night was going to take them, and try as they might, the prospect couldn’t help but excite the girls all the more. So they kissed more and more, letting themselves be a little more experimental with each other. Just while they were trying new things.

“Tell me, Ami,” Luz mutters between kisses that were now being broken off for breaths, “where do you like being touched?”

“Um...” she raked her brain, while her mouth stayed preoccupied. “My ears are quite sensitive. And my neck.”

“I can work with that.”

Gripping a thigh to tuck Amity in closer, Luz steadied herself above her pale shoulders, noticing where her hair was pushed back, revealing the curvatures of her pointy ear tips down to her neck. She hovered, looking to her girlfriend, who in return nodded enthusiastically.

Taking the hint, she reached over to flutter the softest of pecks onto her neck, brushing past her blushing cheeks, aiming straight for the curve.

Luz could feel the hitches in Amity’s throat as she placed her lips over her skin. Eliciting positive feedback, the girl deepened the contact, spreading her kisses on a wider scope along her nape, before returning back to the side.

Amity exhaled softly, lifting her head further back to allow the human more room to roam. She closed her eyes, and hummed in contentment.

“Does this feel good?” Luz mused, letting her lips drag themselves along a pale neck.

“Yes it does.”

The girl smirked while Amity couldn’t see; she was nailing this. She flickered her gaze up to the ears that perplexed her daily; they were lowered as her guard was currently down, focusing solely on the kisses that were happening to her.

In an attempt to be more daring, she noticed the space just above her black earrings; what were to happen if she…?

Wasting no time, Luz popped over to her lobe, and began to nibble and nip slightly.

Golden eyes shot open, as Amity gave a small yelp.

“Weh, sorry!” The Latina apologised, pulling back.

“No it’s okay, you just startled me, that’s all,” Amity assured. “Please continue.”

Going slowly, Luz took her tongue, grazing it over the edge of her ear, residing up to the point, before rolling back down to the lobe. She took it back into her mouth, running her teeth over the space.

The witch gave another sigh of gratification, before taking her hand to run it down Luz’s arm affectionately. Every sensation in her body was tingling; normally this would be a response to the magic coursing through her veins, but this experience was a lot more titillating.

She decided to give Luz’s canines more real estate.

“Luz…” she gasped out, with a nervous stutter. “My neck… do that on my neck,”

The human pulled back to examine Amity’s features, as she nodded anxiously. As her tongue settled over the damp patch of skin from the kisses before, she dragged her teeth lightly over her own saliva, taking stock of the space she had claimed on her neck. She took a deep breath, then slowly sunk her teeth in, her lips wrapped and close behind her movements, and she sucked the sheet of pasty skin.

“Ah!”

Luz hummed in victory around her signature she was leaving; Amity was making noises. Really good noises. She resumed her motions for a couple of minutes, before running a last reassuring lick over her territory, and kissing her neck gently.

She pulled back, a string of spit dangling off her mouth, refusing to sever her attachments to Amity. She was hers now.

She looked to the witch, who was dazed by the contact; her head hung back, bangs plastered to her forehead, and Luz could see the erratic rise and fall of her chest as she tried to catch her breath. She admired her work, neck noticeably red raw compared to the rest of her body’s hue.

“I, uh, might have left a mark.” Luz stated sheepishly.

Her eyelids fluttered open, and what was usually wide with curiosity and animated alongside her expressions, they were half open and pleased. “Don’t worry, I can pinch an illusion spell from Ed and Em. It was totally worth it.”

Chuckling nervously, she tapped Amity’s thighs, as she clambered to sit properly before her knees gave way. Recognising the gesture, Amity took herself off the wall, and climbed onto Luz’s laps, straddling over her.

“Where would you like me, Luz?” she huskily whispered, letting her painted digit caress the short hairs that stood on the back of Luz’s head.

“Nu-uh,” the human girl rebutted, trying not to let herself become too enamoured with the way her name rolled off her girlfriend’s tongue in that instant. “don’t worry about me. I wanna make you happy, we’re doing what you like.”

Amity pouted, before giving a smug grin. “If you say so… but what if I wanted to do… this?”

Before Luz would formulate words, the witch dove into her, and began leaving wet and large smooches on her neck, absolutely ruining her lipstick.

“¡Qué susto! Amity!” She blushed heavily, and began to giggle as she felt the lilac hairs tickling her softly.

Joining in her laughter, the witchling pulled up for air, smiling widely. “Alright, alright. I’ll spare you. For now.”

“You’re too much, hermosa.” Luz chided jokingly, grabbing her hips and driving her closer. “I kinda miss when you were too shy to hold my hand.”

“That was yesterday.”

“I know that! I’m saying I can’t believe you’re so eager, that you’re not even being coy anymore.”

The boldness Amity was exuding wavered momentarily, as she blushed again, and she rolled her eyes. “Shut up, Luz.”

“I’m just kidding, Ami, I promise,” she drew her in closer, “I like that I arouse you.”

“So kiss me.”

And so Luz did. Over and over and over.

Brown arms hugged Amity’s waist like they belonged there, as they welcomed each other’s mouths, kissing each other deeply.

Amity’s slender hands were wandering around Luz, clumsily but tenderly, trying to soak up as much contact from her as possible. She eventually settled on the tuffs of fluffy hair, sinking her fingernails and gripping into the short strands. She felt a low growl against her lips, and she gave a soft smile, happy to elicit the reaction.

After a while, the grip she had around the witch’s waist slacked, and she chanced something a bit further; she slowly let her hands slip up her shirt, before resting idly on her stomach. The contact sent shivers down Amity’s spine as she gasped.

“Is this okay?” Luz broke away to ask.

Amity couldn’t respond, but let herself nod her head multiple times, enthusiastically.

The human snickered at her excitement, savouring the bashfulness of her girlfriend. How was it possible to be so adorable but drop dead attractive at the same time?

They resumed their kissing, Luz’s hands shakily roaming over her petite frame, absolutely loving this new sensation of exploring these unseen parts of Amity’s body. Even just to say she could.

She quickly realised that if she had it her way, she’d see to it that every part of Amity was kissed before the night is over, and this lapse in thought made her seriously question herself.

Luz, who’s hands were now clinging to her small of her back, felt herself swallow nervously, and she pulled away from their kiss a little.

‘When in Rome…’

“Amity?”

Blinking, the witchling glanced down at her, hesitantly; “Is my body okay?”

“What?”

“It’s not too…?”

“Amor!” Luz exclaimed, shocked at the mere suggestion that her body was anything but perfect. She’d have words with anyone who thought otherwise. “Your body is beautiful! I feel honoured to be holding you.”

Breathing out a long sigh of relief, Amity smiled slightly. “Oh.”

“I was just gonna ask you, uh…”

“…Yes?”

“Can I touch your...”

“My...?”

“Chest?” Luz squeaked out, before dropping her noggin onto her girlfriend’s shoulder, cringing from the awkwardness of having to ask such a thing.

Amity laughed sincerely, noticeably higher vocal register than usual. “Yes.”

After shaking away the tinge of pink around her nose, Luz let her hands slowly creep round her back to her navel, fingers spreading as they glided up to her rib cage. She settled one hand steady, and took the other hand off her skin, leaving Amity wincing at the loss of contact.

She reached up a hand, slowly, nervously, timidly, all the awkward adjectives to describe the movement, and then…

Oh, wow. Boobs.

Her left palm was on top of a bra right now. There wasn’t direct contact, that would most possibly make her die, but she felt the fullness of the cup, and a nub of her thumb was possibly gracing over a nipple.

It would be so easy to sneak her palm under the fabric, to touch her directly. She felt her mouth water.

Man, how was she supposed to have sex with this girl? Of all the fanfics spent reading about the glory of breasts, and she’s getting this hot and bothered over touching one?

“You have,” she paused to clear her throat. “A really nice chest.”

‘Gosh, she’s going to think you’re so stupid.’

But Amity doesn’t; in fact, her ears twitch in that adorable way, and tinge a dark red that Luz is overjoyed to see. There’s no way she could even try and play it smooth right now, try as she might.

“Thank you, Luz. You can, um…”

Filling in the gaps, she swallows hard, biting back the bubbling nerves. Moving her other hand to mirror her grip, she takes a second to admire the feeling of holding two of them simultaneously. They weren’t the largest, which was expected, but it was more than enough. Bigger than Luz’s anyway; not that the human was complaining, knowing her gender identity didn’t really comply with the idea of big breasts.

She then lightly squeezes and fondles, caressing over the grooves of the fabric, and daring herself to sneak behind the cup at one point.

Oh yeah; she could get used to this.

Amity finds herself breaking, and lets herself moan slightly at the contact; it quickly dissolves into sultry giggles, her demeanour becoming undeniably risqué.

“Luz… keep… touching me…”

Encouraged by the noises escaping her girlfriend’s lips, she continues her mapping of those pressure points; she mentally compartmentalised what touches to the skin made her twitch, what made her ticklish, and what really got her going.

It was when Luz was back down onto her waist, lovingly caressing the curvature when she noticed the way her body was pushing towards her, rhythmically.

Was she grinding on her?

Emboldened by this development, Luz decides to utilise her mouth once more; she bends her head down to join where her hands resided, lifting up her shirt, clutching the girl towards her, and she sinks her lips onto her exposed waist.

She feels a gasp escape.

“Luz!?”

Amity’s head is reeling as she throws herself forward, fully bucking into the touch; what little dignity she had was stowed away, as she refused to feel anything but the hands and lips around her. Driving her hips forward once more, she adjusts her trajectory so she’s landing squarely on the human’s thigh. She mewled at the encounter, and before she let herself lose too much control, she took her hands to paw at Luz’s jawline, and pulled her in for another embrace.

Luz gasped softly at the contact, before reciprocating another deep kiss.

As they are melting together, for what Amity assumes is the umpteenth time, she comes to a realisation; her whole body burns, overwhelmed to the touch. All the attention she had been receiving was all but cultivating, and she couldn’t deny how feral she was becoming. If Luz continued to tease her like this, she wasn’t sure how long she would last.

With her arousal teeming and dripping, she had to be the one to progress things.

So, she keeps her human girlfriend, her gorgeous girlfriend, posted.

“Luz.”

“Uh huh?”

“I think I’m ready.”

Luz freezes, completely stilling. Panic almost sets in, but she makes the beautiful mistake of looking at Amity; her purple locks delightfully frazzled, her embarrassment and desire worn on her sleeve as heat graced the top of her nose to the points of her ears, her whole body taut, and those eyes. She could look into them during. Forever.

She smiles, and with her heart swelling, she knows she’s ready too.

“Okay.”

Luz reclined her arms back down to her waist, wrapping down tightly as she lowered Amity down from the straddling on her lap, down to the floor so she was now lying on her back once more.

Pecking her gently, she removes her arms, and places herself between her legs, kneeling into place; when pulling back, she cast a glance downward and noticed the witchling’s arms hanging overhead, her tummy slightly exposed due to her shirt riding up. Luz just held back the blood cascading through her nasal, threatening to spill.

This was happening.

“Oh wow, okay. Uh, so...”

Titan, she was stuttering again.

Blushing, she raised her hands to reach the waist band of her burgundy tights, which was more accessible now that her shirt was elevated. “I guess I’ll take these off.”

Amity’s face burned, hesitating a little, as she looked shyly at the girl above her. She couldn’t deny her growing desire, but the thought of Luz perceiving her like this, touching her like this…

Too many nights were spent thinking about this with her hand between her thighs, and now it was all too real. She began to worry her body wouldn’t fully relax because it was so deliciously indecent.

She just caught a glimpse of her human girlfriend licking her lips.

Nope. She wanted this.

She arched her hips, lifting herself off the floor; Luz began to slowly, way too slow Amity conceded, pull the attire down, accidentally taking her underwear along with it.

Both felt a lump in their throat, squeaking nervously, as they averted their eyes. Amity looked to the doorway, not planning escape this time, but instead catching her breath so to avoid the burning gaze on her skin. Luz instead kept her eyes planted firmly on the ceiling, looking away once she had accidentally seen the panties she was peeling off, and the string of liquid that tethered between clothing and core.

“Wow, you’re really...”

“I’m sorry!” Amity confessed, and Luz waved her off,

“Uh, don’t be, its okay!”

As the tights finally reached her ankles, Luz took her eyes off the extremely interesting plastering of the ceiling, and for the first time caught the tiniest of glances of Amity.

Her eyes were wide, expression clouded with longing. Her face was still burning, the slightest of sweat appearing at her brow. Her lips were agape, teeth slowly coming to graze the bottom one.

The human girl always thought she was gorgeous but now... she was exceptional. She almost wished her top was discarded so she could witness her breasts her hands had fondled earlier. However, there was one place she had yet to look.

Brown eyes casted downward, and she nearly passes out.

“Oh my stars!”

She stumbled as she exclaimed, her eyes now refusing to leave the cavity between her legs.

‘It’s okay, Luz. You know what you’re doing, you’ve read fanfiction, you watched porn, you literally have one of your own. Though this is another person’s, a gorgeous person’s, top student of Hexside. Amity. And she wants you to touch her. Do not screw this up!’

“Luz.” Breaks through her internal monologue.

“Huh?”

Amity’s looking at her, sheepishly. She couldn’t help but worry slightly at the way that Luz was just gawking at her. Reflected earlier in their fondling, she had always been a little insecure about how she looked. Her worth was through her magic performance and grades, she very rarely looked at her own vanity with the highest regard. It was a lot better now she lived without the pressures of needing to conform to Blight standards with her hair color, but doubt sometimes still creeped in.

“Are you... are you supposed to stare at it?”

“No!” The human blurts, “Titan, I’m sorry. I just... you’re so beautiful.” She spoke with strong adoration, the witch had to believe her.

That settles Amity’s nerves. “Says you.”

Luz gently places a hand on her bare leg, carefully running her tips across the calf, caressing her up and down. She gives a smile of reassurance. “I’m gonna start touching you now. Okay?”

‘Yes, please.’

“Sure,” it tried to come out cool; it didn’t. It came out horny.

“Just tell me if I’m doing it wrong, okay?”

“I will.”

And so, Luz Noceda, human girl and resident bisexual disaster (and a major virgin) scooted her knees back, leaning back to rest onto them, so she was more level with Amity’s lower half.

Amity lowered her gaze to look at the girl now situated below her, at her thighs, near her crotch.

Oh wow.

Luz meticulously takes a finger, giving a nervous glance at what was right in front of her, then back down to her hand. She reaches out, and touches her.

Amity, immediately, sighs deeply.

Looking up at her girlfriend lovingly, she begins to let her finger swirl over her lower lips, feeling the sticky residue begin to coat her fingers wherever she glided. The diegetic sound was positively encouraging, and it was also reflected through Amity’s gasps and sighs.

She liked long slow strokes, Luz noticed; she felt her thighs tighten around her when she would let a digit linger for slightly longer with each pet. She liked multiple fingers rubbing, caging in her middle finger for more particular focus. And she liked it when her fingers rested to the right.

“Could you move a little to the left?”

Scratch that, her left.

“Like this?”

She gave a delicious tiny moan. “Yeah, like that.”

Amity didn’t believe in a higher plane of being existing in the Boiling Isles, but if it did, she was certain it would be in Luz’s hands. Her brain felt like static, like an interception of a crystal ball broadcast, and all formulations of thought couldn’t follow through. All she could think, feel, was Luz.

She wasn’t perfect, but Amity didn’t care; the very fact she’s touching her is reward enough. She would take this over her own touch any day. Though what would definitely make it better was more contact on the-

She felt something akin to a button press, as Luz’s giant thumb began to graze over her, er, sweet spot.

‘Oh Titan, she’s using her thumb, she’s using her thumb, and she’s doing circles, don’t freak out, don’t-‘

An embarrassingly loud moan rips from her throat, and she clamps a hand quickly over her mouth in an attempt to muffle the sound. She rolls her eyes back.

Luz smirked below her, pausing to look up at her.

Her delay on fully pleasuring her and succumbing to the wonders of the clit had paid off; bingo.

She resumes her movements, beginning to run her free two fingers over her entrance, and she almost finds herself slipping into Amity. Her digits are quickly coated in the sheen of wetness, and she reckons she could probably slide in very easily.

She goes to ask, and finds wide eyes sparkling in her direction, practically begging her to go through with it.

“How do you feel about-“

“J-just…” she just manages out, whole body trembling, her centre still relentlessly being pleasured at the hands of Luz.

“You seem occupied. I’ll take that as a yes,” Luz joked then complied, and readied her trusted companions; they had never steered her wrong before, and here’s hoping she can use them as well on someone else as she can to herself.

With a shaky exhale, she pushes her two digits into the witch; she feels walls tighten around her movements, and she makes sure to tread slowly. Deeply, too.

While Luz noticed Amity’s moans were typically light and girly, she was surprised to hear a noise so low come from her. She groaned, currents of relief in her voice. Like she had waited an eternity for something to be inside her.

Luz could feel herself flushing, and her own desires arose. She couldn’t falter, though; she can deal with herself later.

She wriggled her digits around in search of her target, making sure to keep focusing on the external simulation. She knew how unlikely it was for someone to finish on penetration alone, and she couldn’t afford messing it up.

Soon, she found what she was looking for and curled up her fingers, making light jabs while pulling towards herself, which if you angle it just right;

“Ohhhh Luz.”

Like that.

Amity’s frame jittered and shook, and Luz slowly began to speed up her movements. With every thrust of Luz’s wrist, another moan in a higher octave would make its way out, and soon she felt as if she was basically singing her praises.

This was all so unbecoming of a Blight, but being away from the judging public, the pressures of her status, she couldn’t care less as she practically worshipped her human girlfriend’s every touch.

Screw being top student, Luz was the most powerful thing on the Boiling Isles. She’s quite literally magic.

She rode Luz’s fingers, pushing herself into her palm; she felt every one of her senses become one, the buzzing electricity in her brain neutralising any coherent thought. Everything was fuzzy. Building.

‘Oh sweet Titan, yes.’

And then it was gone; something in the movements changed or wavered, and whatever orgasm there had been was dwindling. Denied. She whimpered as her approaching peak was ripped away by this misstep in rhythm.

Maybe it came off more whiney than expected, because Luz sensed the change in demeanour, and stopped. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

Irritated that she had stopped what she was doing, a change of course, she pouted before making her voice small. “No you didn’t hurt me, it was just... I was, you know, about to...”

Oh?

Oh!

...oh.

The human sighed, defeated. ‘Way to go, Luz.’

“I stopped you by changing what I was doing, didn’t I?”

Smiling nervously, she nodded, “You might have.”

Luz mentally cursed; damn her limbs for becoming tired right at the worst moment! Her weak nerd arms strike again.

“I’m sorry, Amity! I won’t do it again!”

“It’s alright! It’s no big deal,” the witchling smiled reassuringly at her. “I’m really enjoying this.”

“Me too.”

A comfortable silence washes over momentarily; for a moment, Luz rests her head on the bare thigh next to her, and they both enjoy the quiet before the storm brews over again. Before the clutches of sexual desire suck them back into the heat of it all. Luz figures it’s a good point for a check in.

“How are you doing?”

A breathy laugh. “Really really good.”

Luz giggled. “Understood. How am I doing?”

Amity sighed longingly, eyes gleaming. “You are doing…”

Another sigh.

“Wonderful.”

Luz beamed once more, rolling her hands in order to bring them back to life. “I’m glad to hear it.”

She pauses, before continuing. “On the bright side... I think I’d like to try something else.”

An eyebrow is raised in intrigue, and hopefulness. Whatever it is, as long as it takes her to heaven, she could do anything she wanted. She was Luz’s. “Oh yeah, what’s that?”

“What if I...used my mouth?”

“Oh my gosh!” Amity nearly comes from the mere proposition.

“I mean, I don’t have to, I don’t really know what I’m doing but-“

“No!” Her face heats up again, as she cringed at herself for being so desperate. “I mean, yes please! I-I would like that.”

Luz swallowed, and took that as the sign that their little pow-wow was over.

“Okay.”

Nervously lifting herself off the cushioning of Amity’s leg, she feels a kiss pressed to the top of her head; the contact causes her to darken in the cheeks.

She knew what to do with fingers, very well actually, but this form of contact is entirely new. But, her hands needed a break, and if she wanted to succeed at this sex thing, she wanted to at least get Amity there. Where she was about to be.

The human girl leaned up to kiss her girlfriend, letting her tongue ghost over her lips. A taste of what’s to come. It has the desired affect as Amity shivers to the touch.

The kiss moves to her chin. Then her neck, giving a quick flick at the mark from earlier, which she noticed was beginning to bruise. Maybe don’t tell Amity about that one.

While it wasn’t every part, Luz tried to cover a lot of ground.

Her arms were lightly pecked, her stomach was lovingly smooched, her hips were playfully brushed against. And each kiss made Amity weaker.

Luz slowly trailed her mouth lower until she reunited with her legs; she carefully lifted them over her head, closing herself between her thighs. Making direct contact with the centre of her girlfriend.

Deep breaths.

Within her proximity, tan lips ran chaste kisses on each leg, slowly craning her head between them as she inched up closer.

She looked up.

Amity was nervous. Extremely. She was clearly embarrassed, adorning the most adorable expression of want that Luz could swear she was drooling. But of all the emotions that she could read on her features, one overruled.

Lust.

After one final shaky exhale, Luz flutters the gentlest of kisses on Amity, letting herself slowly ease into the act of cunnilingus. She didn’t want to rush this.

The view Amity had was spectacular; her favourite boots hung over sturdy shoulders, her thighs gleaming under the halcyon lights of her study room, a head between her legs, identifiable by the hair cut shorter than it had been, and those beautiful brown eyes who stared right back at her. This would be an image that would plague her alone time for months, one thousand percent.

She was curious, so she shyly whispered,

“How does it taste?”

Luz paused, eyes darting up to meet her momentarily, before drawing back. “You taste…”

Catching her witchy girlfriend off guard, she flattened her tongue and gave a long lick, popping into her for a split second, before retracting, and finished her taste test when she reached her clit. She drew out another airy moan, of course.

Smacking her lips, she declared, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“You are the best thing I’ve tasted since I arrived at the Boiling Isles.”

Okay, yep. Amity could die happily now.

She couldn’t even try and suppress the giddy grin that crept onto her face, her ears twitching.

Smiling, the human began to deepen her kisses on Amity’s core, letting her tongue hug the grooves of her lower lips. Instinctively, she swirled around, gaging every reaction to each type of lick.

“Oh Titan, Luz.”

Oh, she liked that one. Amity really really liked that one.

Luz’s tongue was pointed as it zigzagged down her slit, and witch shuddered at the touch, eyes crossing as her hands slowly came to meet the locks of auburn hair.

Amity was intoxicating; the aesthetic, the feel, the sounds, the taste. Any more of her and Luz was sure her own climax would come before Amity’s. It was ridiculous how much she was being turned on, even when nothing was happening to her.

She nearly died when Amity’s boots collided against the back of her skull, pushing her in closer; happily obliging, she firmed her laps around her folds, and took her pulsating clit into her mouth. She began to suck.

“Luuuuuuz~” She slurred, as she rolled her hips against the contact, tightening her hold onto her girlfriend’s hair. She couldn’t take this anymore.

After several more minutes of indescribable pleasure, she gently pulled Luz’s hair so her head flew up, looking directly at her. She was grateful, however, as she was now receiving some needed air.

Words lost the witch as she saw her own juices flowing down Luz’s chin, the bridge of her nose shining under the light. The human tilted her head to the side adorably.

‘Holy Belos, she’s even cuter with that on her face!’

“Can I help you, hermosa?”

Shaking her head, she tried to formulate a sentence.

“I feel like I should tell you,” Amity began, trying to catch her breath, and build up her nerve. “I am absolutely going to come soon. I need you to be inside me again; don’t be slow, don’t be rough. Just… do that one thing you did.”

Luz cheekily saluted, and nodded. “You got it! I’ll see you on the other side.”

And with that, her head sunk back down, disappearing between her thighs.

Her hand now rested, she withdrew the digits that she’d used earlier, and slid into Amity’s wetness with ease. The contact made the witch’s body spasm, and her gasp harshly.

Again, she let her fingers move within, freezing when she felt a delightful contraction, and she heard her girlfriend exclaim.

“Yes!”

Yes.

Growling lowly, Luz found herself moaning, diving back into her lips with her mouth, determined to lap around Amity’s entire sex. Her digits flexed as she began to pound into her a little more liberally.

Squealing euphorically at the abrupt contact, her body arched off the carpet, and she could have cringed if she thought too long about the fact that she was basically shoving herself into Luz’s face. She couldn’t help that she was so good at this.

“Luz! P-please don’t stop!” She begged, trying to modulate her volume but it was proven very difficult, as the human screwed her silly.

Luz’s insertions became slightly harder, causing moans to gradually increase in volume and pitch in a perfect crescendo.

Another deep thrust and long lick was edging her closer and closer over the edge.

“Luz, I...ah! I can’t, I-I feel-“

Amity felt so much all at once. Then suddenly.

There it was.

“LUUUZ!”

Her body buckled, legs beginning to shake violently. Her head craned all the way back, eyes squeezing shut. Her mouth hung open, letting out a brittle moan, as the feeling rushed through her. Her harsh exclaim collapsed into a gasp, landing herself into her chest voice. Against better judgment, clouded in ecstasy, she gave genuine hearty giggles as she continued to ride out the pleasure Luz was delivering to her, her frame continuing to tremble.

The tan girl looked up at her, relishing in the fruits of her labour; it was similar to the look she wore the first time, though this time it was definitely stronger, hotter, happier. Her rosy cheeks against pale skin, her purple hair still adorably giving away their actions, the feeling of her fingertips wobbling in her own brown hair. And the way her moans and squeals ricochet across the tiny room. She was giggling like it was the happiest day of her life, and the human loved it.
Something told Luz she should keep going. She pushed her tongue onto her sweet spot, drawing long circles around her.

Time stood still as Amity came, any further exclaims of pleasure slowly becoming calmer, as the overwhelming feeling began to trickle away. When Luz was sure the electricity had dulled, she retrieved her digits which had liquid drizzling down them, the reaps of her efforts.

She did it.

She made her finish.

Not even just finish, like she did accidentally before; a completion, a goal.

Amity had an orgasm; an earth shattering one at that. And it was beautiful.

As her breathing began to become less intense, she fluttered her eyes open, meeting Luz’s endeared gaze. She sighed dreamily at her, and the human let the goofiest grin slip onto her face.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I’d be sad if you didn’t.”

Luz crawled up to meet the warmth of her face, giving her a long kiss. Compared to what they had been doing, it was decidedly more chaste and innocent, but gave them both butterflies all the same.

Amity ran a tongue over Luz, tasting herself on her lips; though she was self conscious, she deliberated over the sensation, and decided she didn’t taste too bad at all. It made her excited to eventually figure out what Luz tastes like.

She absolutely had to return the favour.

Her body began to shake momentarily, revelling in the aftershocks, and they both laughed, before embracing.

After pulling away from the hug, Luz helped her girlfriend out by freeing herself from her legs, and helping her pull her tights back over her lower half. Amity let shaky breaths fill her lungs, as she felt her panties back over herself, the cold dampness made her shiver.

Luz landed a soft kiss on her nose, before coming to lie on the witch’s pounding chest. She smiled as she felt dainty hands start to ruffle and lovingly caress her hair. The air between them was noticeably more zen than earlier in the night.

“That was really...” Amity began, her voice slightly hoarse but enamoured.

“Educational.” Luz giggled, because it was.

All the fanfiction she read, the videos watched, all the immature talk between classes back home, or health class discussions with Mami couldn’t have prepared her for this even remotely accurately. Which is definitely a good thing.

Amity found it oddly calm; there was no frantic undressing, furious frequency, like her brain tended to prescribe it as. It was clumsy and imperfect, but there was connection, butterflies, everything eventually coming together seamlessly and purposefully.

Ironically, there was no other way to describe it other than magic.

She exhaled happily; she was glowing, tingling, drifting, all the positive things.

“Hermosa... did I do it right?”

Luz lifted her head to look at Amity, and the girl drunk in the view.

The human looked gorgeous to Amity; glimmers of sweat and sex glistening on her tan complexion, and warm cheeks radiating her face. Her hair was out of place and fluffy, undeniably giving away what she had been up to. It was intoxicating. However, her expression became more nervous and expectant the longer the witch took to stare at her.

Amity tried to answer, but felt her voice being far away from her. Instead, she opted to kiss her softly, letting her tongue ghost over Luz’s bottom lip.

It still tasted familiar. Amity liked it.

After some minutes of this, the purple haired girl pulled back, eyes longingly meeting brown ones. She finally spoke.

“Yes, you really did. How did you...?”

“I, uh... read a lot.”

A chuckle and an eye roll. “I figured.”

Luz examined her girlfriend’s post coitus expression now thing were calmer.
“You look so pretty. I can’t believe I did this.”

Smiling warmly, Amity shook her head. “You’re more amazing than you think Luz, and I don’t just mean this. You’re amazing at everything.”

“I think that good feeling is scrambling your brain, Ami, I’m nothing special. I can’t even do magic the real way.” She sighed.

Frowning, Amity resumed her motions of caressing the other girl’s hair, letting Luz’s fall onto her chest once more. “You’re wrong. You’re incredibly special. Look at all you’ve achieved during your time, that definitely counts for something. You can do glyph magic! It’s amazing! And I will not let you speak like that about the girl I love-“

She cut herself off, feeling an embarrassed blush creep onto her cheeks. Luz lifted herself off again to stare at her.

“You love me?”

Golden eyes flickered away for a second before returning, and nodded slowly.

“Amity… I love you too.”

The witch girl let herself smile hopefully. “Really?”

“Mmm-hmm!”

They shared another sweet kiss. Deciding she wanted to savour this moment with a picture, Luz sat upright and retracted her phone, her gaze soon meeting the notification bubbles of several missed calls from Eda. Curse the day they figured out how to get crystal balls to dial earth area codes.

‘Oops.’

And the time.

‘Double oops.’

Seeing her nervous gaze, Amity followed her eyes to her lock screen. “What’s wrong? …oh.”

It was late. Very late.

“Well, that explains why we weren’t interrupted and nobody heard us. There’s no one here because the library’s closed.”

“So, we’re…”

“Stuck here until morning, yes.”

They both sighed dejectedly, but not in panic; tomorrow was a Saturday, so no need to worry about Hexside thankfully. However, it did guarantee the interrogation by Eda, Hooty, and King for Luz, and the overbearing and irritating Blight family for Amity.

“So, uh…” Luz looked to her girlfriend for guidance. “What do we do now?”

Amity squinted pensively, and reflected their options. Gasping, her gaze turned to bewitching, and she looked over at Luz.

“Would you… like me to return the favour?”

‘Marry me.’

Face heating up, Luz breathed. “Oh my gosh, I was hoping you would say that.”

And so, still clad by the walls of the secret hideout, stars dangling brightly above them, the two girls paid no mind to how time continued progressing as Amity clambered on top of Luz, both determinedly pulling each other in for another passionate exchange, lost in the pleasure between them.

Chapter Text

The sunrise sky washed over Bonesborough as Luz made her way over to the Owl House; exhaustion washed over her now that the adrenaline had died, and she found her legs were still wobbling with every step she took. As the house slowly crept into view, peering out between the trees, she paused momentarily to crouch against one of them, sighing.

Choosing to ignore the time that figuratively scolded her on the lock screen, she brought up her phone’s camera, revealing her hickeys and Amity’s lipstick stains to stare back at her through the reflection. She grimaced at the sight.

Yikes.

Was it worth it? Yes, absolutely. However, she was not in the mood to be chewed out by the bad girl coven, especially not now; taking a napkin from her hoodie’s pocket, the human wiped the lipstick away, leaving the residue over the tissue. Looking down, she smiled. Maybe she won’t throw it away immediately; it was the closest they had to proof of their rendezvous. Well, not including…

Groaning, she rubbed her neck gingerly. This was gonna be hard to hide. Putting her phone away, Luz threw her cat hood over her ears, covering her complexion and it’s markings the best she could. Her neck wasn’t exposed at least; she’d message Gus about an illusion spell at a suitable time. Until then, if anyone asks, curling iron incident.

If they even had those in the demon realm.

Pushing up from the ground, she looked out towards the Owl House; deliberating for a couple of minutes, Luz opted to go the long way round through the kitchen entrance. It was the perfect way to reasonably get inside with minimal noise.

There was no real alternative; there was no chance she was going to risk waking up Hooty. If she ended up in his crosshairs, it was game over. She could deal with him another time.

The back door groaned slightly as she very tediously opened the door, pausing as soon as there was a big enough gap to filter through. Gripping the handle, she slipped through, and carefully fastened the latch on the door behind her. It emitted a small click, and Luz hoped it was quiet enough.

Her white plimsoles pattered against the flooring of the house as she kept her posture agile, trying to avoid as much sound as possible; once she was confident in her secrecy, she slowly exited the kitchen, finding herself in the entryway of the house, looking towards the hallway which adorned the staircase that would lead her to her bedroom.

The human nearly fist pumped; the end was in sight. She was almost there, she told herself; just pass the living room, and go up the-

“Nice of you to join us, kid.”

She swallowed, her whole body freezing, goosebumps slowly gracing her arms, as the familiar voice hit her ears.

‘Titan.’

Whirling around to face the couch, the girl was met by the suspicious and icy gaze of her mentor, with King perched upright on her lap. He attempted to mirror her gaze of intimidation, and though it was more adorable then threatening, it made Luz falter all the same.

She was done. Better Eda than her Mami, she supposed, but any mother figure was a sign of trouble ahead.

“Eda!” Luz’s voice squeaked, and she immediately tried to clear her throat to compose herself. “So good to see you! Boy, has my night been crazy! I’m just gonna go get some sleep and then I’ll tell you all-“

“Sit.” Eda cut her off, a pointed finger gesturing to the spot next to her.

Luz’s eyes looked round the warmly lit lounge, planning an escape, when she met Eda’s gaze again.

Heterochromia eyes squinted at her, daring to turn into a scowl.

Dejectedly, the girl obliged, shuffling over to the couch where the two sat, plopping herself next to the two of them. Before she could even go to her foolproof plan of explaining that she definitely got wrapped into dealing with the paper dragon again and that’s what kept her so late, she was interrupted again.

“Hood down.”

Tan hands gripped the edges of her hood, protectively. “Do I have to? It’s so drafty, and-“

“Down.”

Sighing ultimately in defeat, Luz lifted the attire that concealed her features, hoping that the dim lighting of the Owl House wouldn’t give away anything.

The widening eyes of both Eda and King told her it did. Oops.

“Whoa. Uh…” Eda began, but this time she was cut off by the voice below her.

The little demon gasped dramatically, pointing a claw to the crook of her neck. “Hold on, Eda! She’s been wounded! I think it was a vampire, we need to treat this quickly!”

Seemingly pulling her out of her shock, Eda snorted on response. She her lips curl into a slightly amused expression, way less threatening than her gaze and tone from before, but somehow it made Luz more nervous. “Sure it was a vampire. If the vampire was another teenage girl that we happen to know.”

Yep. She was done for.

Luz felt her face go warm, as King theatrically gasped again.

“Willow’s a vampire?!”

“King,” Eda rolled her eyes and sighed, hoisting him up to hold in front of her face. Her expression warmed into motherly as she looked at him. “Why don’t you go make Luz a bedtime snack, okay?”

The demon nodded in agreement. “Okay!”

He was lowered to the floor, and he scurried off to the kitchen, giggling slightly as he passed Luz, booping her on the leg, and then he disappeared.

Part of the human wished he had stayed in the room as things got notably more tense in his absence.

Her mentor was now looking at her, expression now surprisingly neutral. Luz suspected that this was to lure her into a false sense of security. Well, it wasn’t gonna work. Paper dragon excuse it was.

“Eda,” Luz began.

“Save it, kid, you don’t have to tell me,” The owl lady chimed in, waving her off with a hand. “It’s late o clock, you’re all skittish, and you look like you’ve been maimed by a slitherbeast in heat. I know what’s going on here.”

Dang it. Paper dragon was out. There was no hiding it now.

As awkward as this all was, Luz couldn’t lie; the evidence was pretty much there. Ducking her head in shame, she sighed heavily. Eda must be so mad at her, to succumb to such hormonal nonsense. No way a witch protégée was allowed to act like this. Luz’s lip wobbled nervously, as she felt tears come to her eyes.

“I’m sorry, Eda. I disappointed you, didn’t I?”

Incredulous, Eda began to blink at her. “What?!”

“I shouldn’t have done it,” the girl muttered. “you must be so mad at me.”

Immediately, Eda shuffled over closer to Luz, who’s body was beginning to shake. She placed a hand on her shoulder in reassurance.

“Kid, no! I’m just busting your chops because you didn’t call me, and tell me you were staying out. We both know the Isles are dangerous at night, and I wanted to make sure you weren’t getting yourself in trouble again. You know I worry about you, you’re supposed to call when it’s late.”

Luz craned her head up to face the older woman, wiping her teary eyes with her forearm. “You... you mean you don’t care that I...?”

As if it was the funniest quip ever, Eda began to chuckle. “Pfft, nah. I was your age once, I knew it would happen eventually. Though she really did a number on you. You should really put ice on that thing if you want to go to school on Monday without a tell.”

Abashed, Luz felt herself beginning to blush. Sensing her immediate discomfort, Eda looked down to face her directly.

“I won’t pry, don’t worry,” she reassured her further. “As long as it was safe and consensual?”

Still tinted red in the cheeks, Luz nodded.

Eda finally opted to smile at her, hoping it instilled more confidence. “Alright. Hey, why don’t you have a snack, get some shut eye, and we can talk about this later okay?”

Overwhelmingly relieved that this conversation was over, the human nodded again. “Sure.”

The owl lady removed her palm from Luz’s shoulder after giving her another small pat, lifted herself off the couch, and stalked into the darkness of the hallway.

“Good night, Luz,” was called out to her from the dark.

“Good night, Eda.” the girl let herself respond.

As Eda began to ascend the staircase to reach her nest, she found herself pausing before reaching the final step.

‘Huh. Didn’t know they had it in them. Maybe now that Blight kid will be less freakin’ uptight.’

And with that thought, she whisked herself off to bed.

When Luz retreated the living space and entered the kitchen, King was pacing around the table, assembling a sandwich to the best of his abilities. It was hardly the demon realm delicacy, but being one of the lighter meals that Luz could digest, she was nonetheless thankful. She realised that given how long their book club had lasted, the girl hadn’t actually eaten in a while. Food, that is.

Pushing back that inappropriate thought, the human sat at the table where King was stationed, and he handed her the sandwich. “I cut off the crusts, just how you like it!”

“Thank you, King.” She smiled warmly, and began ruffling his fur. After a couple of pets, she began to slowly tuck into her snack, with King nuzzled in beside her.

They sat in silence while she ate, and Luz could feel the demon eyeing the human carefully. She tried to avert her eyes, but the dark amber hues were hard to look away from. After a couple of minutes of silent interrogation, he finally begins to question.

“Soooo... what were you fighting? I’ll see to it that they feel my wrath for giving you that nasty blemish!”

Right.

The human girl shook her head, feigning indifference. “There was no fighting. It was just from a game we were playing.”

Hoping this would deter any further questions, it ultimately made her little buddy all the more curious. He wagged his tail in anticipation. “What’s the game? The only games I really know are the slayground ones, and sports like Grudgby. I demand to know the rules so I can be the greatest!”

Hesitating, Luz continued carefully. “Well, it’s uh… there aren’t any rules per say... this mark sometimes just happens when you play.”

King tilted his head in confusion, bringing up his paws and interlocking them together. He grunted inquisitively. “So, you want to get hurt in the game? Did you win?”

“You could say that,” Luz found herself giggling softly. “You’ll understand when you’re a little older, King.”

Groaning now, King wailed, pulling at her arm and waving it in helplessness, “Come on Luz, you sound like Hooty! I’m the king of demons! I can handle whatever this stupid game is!”

Alright; time for the big guns.

As she finished eating, the human began to wiggle her eyebrows at King.

“Even though it’s a lovey dovey game?” She teased.

Like clockwork, the demon’s eyes widened in horror. “Blech, no! No romance, only bloodshed!”

“Then you would hate Kissy Carnage, a game where if you lose points, you have to kiss the other player,” She kissed the air, making exaggerated ‘mwah’ noises to hopefully finally stop him from asking any further questions.

As expected it had worked like a charm; he brought his paws to hold his skull, and scurried off. “Never mind, keep it to yourself! La la la la la!”

As she watched him scamper away, Luz couldn’t help but laugh to herself.

She soon left the scene of the kitchen, and made her way through the warmth of the Owl House, lifting herself up the staircase until she had reached her own room.

She had kept a pretty good poker face for the most part; however, as she collapsed onto her makeshift bed, despite exhaustion overwhelming her, it was impossible to subside the way her brain was reeling. She couldn’t sleep. With the taste still on her tongue, the pounding in her chest that refused to die down, and the disarray of her appearance, her whole body reeked of obvious. Of Amity.

She had sex. She actually had sex.

“Whoa.”

Her face burned as she remembered, bringing a digit to hover over her own lips.

Hours ago…

“Would you… like me to return the favour?”

“Oh my gosh, I was hoping you would say that.”

The proposition had been made a while ago; after Amity’s orgasm, the two of them were pretty content with how the night had played out, being their first time and all. However, this type of sex could theoretically be endless, and they both absolutely welcomed the prospect of having more fun while they still could. What else would they do? The need for sleep was evident, but the adrenaline overruled any fatigue in their systems.

The witch absolutely wanted to repay Luz; she didn’t have the ‘resources’ of knowledge that the human claimed she had, but she did have the advantage of going second, and surely between the moments of blacking out by the sheer pleasure she received, she must have picked up a few things.

As Amity had her pinned, lips furiously interlocked, Luz couldn’t really find herself relaxing; she had always been more of a giver than a receiver of affections. Extending beyond her relationship with Amity, the thought of anyone actually caring for her as much as she did them was almost alien. It was one of the biggest adjustments she had to make the longer she spent in the demon realm.

The girl worried she wouldn’t be able to live up to the expectations. It seemed much more intimidating when it came to this; she was enthusiastic when it came to pleasing Amity, but somehow, the thought of receiving something similar was far more scary.

What if she didn’t look or sound good? What if she couldn’t calm down, and she freezes up? Would she have to… fake it? How was she supposed to do that?

Amity was so… well, let’s be honest, she was a dream. She had her nerves, but they were cute and endearing. And when she got into it, she was really into it. Her tiny body, her intoxicating warmth and feel, the way she moaned, so delicate and deliciously feminine. How do you even follow that performance?

Lilac hairs brushed past Luz’s cheek, as Amity pulled away from their making out session, her lips curled into a beautiful smile. “Everything okay?”

‘Stop being hot, I’m having a crisis!’

Squeaking out, trying to keep her hesitation at bay, Luz nodded. “Yep, all good!”

“That’s good,” her expression remained gentle, as her eyes flickered over the body below her, giggling slightly. “Titan, I don’t know where to start. You’re just so gorgeous.”

She ran a delicate hand over tan arms, golden eyes following her movements. Luz blinked nervously, feeling herself start to sweat.

“Why don’t you tell me what you like?”

“Uh…”

Truthfully, every sensation her body felt numb to the touch; it felt like she was about to be seen by the dentist, not the first time having sex. She didn’t get it; she really wanted this.

In theory, in her mind, she would be throwing herself at Amity, losing herself in the passion like all those cheesy novels she’s perused multiple times. The amount of times she spent thinking about her first time when she was younger was actually quite embarrassing; something not to dissimilar to the handsome knight or fair maiden whisking her off into the sunset for a respectable and fantastical evening recounted by flowery language. But now that it was still happening, and Amity was satisfied, it only left her. She was the send off. She would set the tone for the night, how both of them would recount this moment.

Maybe if they jumped into it, she could get over this stupid fear.

“Hey, we don’t need to do that! We can just go for it!”

Amity blinked at her, smile faltering slightly; she wanted to go already? Sure, it had been a long night so far, but the witch loved the in between, why wouldn’t Luz want the same? To continue without a lot of warm up didn’t sound like the best idea. Not to mention, it put a lot of pressure on her to do well immediately.

“Are you sure?” She pressed Luz further.

Bottom lip beginning to shake, Luz nodded hurriedly. “Yep, uh huh, totally! Let’s do this thing!”

The witchling’s eyes narrowed; something was wrong. They absolutely had both been jittery about this, and Amity certainly felt that pressure to perform well following how Luz naturally knew how to do things, as if she had been around her body before. But she couldn’t help but feel this was different; Luz almost seemed scared.

Sensing her suspicion, the girl below back-pedalled. “I mean it, it’s okay.”

Still unsure but not wanting to doubt her girlfriend, Amity only nodded, and went in for another soft kiss. After pulling away, and seeing her human girlfriend calm down at least a little, she flattened her palms onto the legs below her.

She slowly took her fingers to rest on the buttons of Luz’s shorts. As she went to unbutton the denim below her, Luz found herself gulping audibly.

‘It’s fine, it’ll be fine once they’re off.’

The shorts had maybe been slid down a centimeter, but even that was enough for Luz to whimper nervously.

They both froze.

Retracting her hands, Amity instead came to caress the cheek of the trembling girl below her. The last thing she wanted was to scare her; her voice in a whisper, she spoke.

“Luz? Are you okay?”

The human turned her head to look up at her, ashamed. She literally just ate someone out, why was she being so shy now? If she could just get a grip of these damn nerves-

“…You know we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, right?” The lilac haired girl informed her, lifting off of her to kneel next to her lying form to give some space.

Right. They didn’t have to.

Luz could have facepalmed herself; of course, this was Amity. Luz had always checked in on her and tried to alleviate any nerves she had, of course she should expect the same treatment. Sighing, the human let herself be honest, and sat up from the floor.

“It’s not that, I really want to! I’m just…” she admitted. “I’m a little worried. It seems so easy to do something for someone else, but to get that in return… I don’t want you to be disappointed.”

Amity stared, nonplussed, and she voiced her confusion. “Now, why would I ever be disappointed by you, especially after all you’ve done for me tonight?”

“Because, I’m not…” Luz found herself trailing off, before forcing herself to conclude her train of thought. “I want to be enough for you.”

Brown eyes squeezed shut to be met with the darkness; quiet ghosted over for what seemed like an eternity, until Luz heard, in another soft whisper.

“You are more than enough.”

Finally, she felt something warm on her cheek, and she opened her eyes to find the witch kissing her face gently. She felt herself tint pink, as Amity pulled back, warmly grinning at her.

“Luz. It’s okay. I was nervous too. I’m nervous now. But I want you; more than anything. And I only want to do whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Feeling herself begin to smile dizzily too, the human placed a hand over her eyes, waving her other hand nervously. “I’m sorry, Ami, I’m being silly. It’s just I’ve thought about this moment for so long, and I can’t believe it’s actually happening. I used to fantasise about it being fairytale nonsense, but I know that this is already so much better. Because it’s with you.”

Amity was endeared by her girlfriend; being as cheesy as she was, of course she’d want it all to be fairytale-like and perfect. It would explain a lot about what they had done so far. The witch thought that it was definitely adorable.

“That’s so sweet of you to say…” she paused before she smirked, her inflection turning from smitten to teasing. Aware of this information about what Luz likes, Amity decided to be more daring, and have some fun with this information.

“…Luzura, the cutest and… sexiest witch this side of the demon realm.”

Hands dropping nervously to her side, Luz blinked, and found her features flushing hotly; she may have also flooded her downstairs, but the jury was still out on that. That was…unexpected of Amity. But though it wasn’t unwelcome, maybe it’d be dangerous letting someone else have that much power.

“…Are you trying to turn me on, Blight?”

Amity blushed, though her smirk still stood strong. She wasn’t as naturally suave or sunny as Luz was, and nowhere near the teasing type. However, she couldn’t help but be a little proud of herself for saying something so out of character, and fluster Luz for a change, as a taste of her own medicine. “Is it working?”

“No comment.”

Giggling in victory, her dainty hands came to cover her mouth, as her shoulders shimmied with each laugh that escaped her lips. “It did! I flustered you! Yes!”

Rolling her eyes in mock annoyance, Luz let a wry smile grace her features. “Okay, okay, don’t be too cocky about it.”

Laughing again, she exhaled in exaggeration. “Okay fine! Well, in that case, I’ll ask again. What do you like?”

Awkwardness starting to creep back between the two of them, Luz looked down, pressing the tips of her index fingers together shyly. “I, uh...”

The witch sensed her unease, and smiled to herself. Clambering off her knees, Amity positioned herself against the wall, widening her legs slightly as to let Luz slot between them. “How about this? I let you lead, and you can tell me, as we go, what you want me to do?”

Smiling nervously, the human girl nodded in agreement. “I’d like that.”

“Yeah?” Amity titled her head.

“Yeah,” Going onto all fours, Luz let herself crawl over so she was between the burgundy clad legs. “I really have the best girlfriend ever, don’t I?”

“Oh, Luz-“

She was cut off by her girlfriend grabbing her cheeks, and pulling her in to initiate another passionate kiss, and she gasped at the contact. She let her hands meet Luz’s broad shoulders, and reciprocated eagerly, jaw dropping open as a tongue immediately slipped in.

As they wrestled for dominance, Luz could feel her knees start to wobble as her brain trickled over into lightheadedness. However, she was determined; she was going to throw herself into this moment, damn it. Titan to the nerves.

At least, that was the mentality until she felt tiny fangs pierce her bottom lip.

“Mmph!” The human pulled away, keeping her hold on her girlfriend’s cheeks, and stared widely. “Whoa, tiger!”

“What’s a tiger?”

“I’ll explain later, but wow Amity! That was…daring?”

Amity gave a sheepish expression, slacking her grip on the shoulders. “Sorry. Was it too much too fast?”

“No not at all, I’m just going to pass out…probably.” She let her voice go tinier as she tried to catch her breath, and the lilac haired girl giggled softly.

“I could kiss…elsewhere for a bit?” The girl suggested, then she immediately backtracked. “Titan, that sounds creepy. I didn’t mean that. Not that I’m opposed to that, obviously, but not right away, I mean-“

“Amity,” A stray thumb on her cheek starts to caress, and Luz’s disposition became hopeful. “Why don’t you show me what you mean?”

Golden eyes filtered to the ground nervously, before eyebrows furrowed, and Amity’s features became one of determination. Her grip on Luz’s shoulders shifted to her upper arms.

Luz swallowed in anticipation, noting the parting of her witch’s lips. After a couple of seconds of clear deliberation, soft lips came to meet her neck. And Luz swears that this moment of the in between was one that she was glad she didn’t miss out on.

“Oh.”

The kissing is soft and delicate, as if Luz was fragile like glass. Being such a bold and bright personality, she never really got handled like she was to be dealt with care. She hadn’t felt anything close to this before. If she overthought it in this moment, the girl would probably start tearing up.

Amity feels Luz exhale against her mouth, and she can’t help but smile. She kept her movements slow, but she lets her tongue flick out for a second, resting over the groove of her collarbone. After a short gasp and a shudder, she could determine that tiny venture a success.

After a while, Amity found her hands being softly held and moved against her own volition, and before she knew it, pasty hands were right on top of Luz’s scorched skin, and Amity spread out her fingertips, caressing her abdomen where Luz had placed her.

‘Titan, she is so well toned! Does she work out? Can I watch? Now I’m gonna pass out.’

Realising the boldness of her own gesture, the human moved her own hands off of Amity’s, and squeaked apologetically.

“Sorry, I hope that was okay-“

“Luz, where can I touch?” The question left the witch’s throat a little too excitedly. “I need to know.”

Giggling, Luz stuttered out. “Anywhere on the upper body is fine.”

Positively giddy, Amity’s lips dove back into the crook of her neck, and her kisses became a lot more eager.

And so, like a kid in a candy store, her tiny hands grabbed what they could of Luz; the budding biceps she adorned from Titan knows where, her defined stomach that Amity wanted to smother her lips all over, her bare perky breasts that she may have ended up fondling under her vest.

This was heaven; she found out the human girl was strong post grudgby match since she had carried her to the healer’s office, but she didn’t expect her body to be so perfectly formed. And, finally, she was all her’s; the very notion sent her stomach in a whirl.

It was not becoming of a Blight and it was not the most graceful of movements, but Luz was encouraged by all the positive attention she was receiving. Her breathing became a lot more erratic, as she felt her body respond to all the touches being administered. Lost in the embrace, her own hands began to wander to Amity’s chest again, and lovingly squeezed her in her palms.

The kissing on her neck stilled, and Luz saw flash of purple plunge into her chest in discomposure.

“Pfft!” The girl cackled as she felt Amity’s hands push at her in mock annoyance.

“Hey no fair, I’m supposed to focus on you this time!” An embarrassed witch wailed, rubbing her face into the fabric of Luz’s hoodie to hide her crimsoning complexion.

“I can’t help it, you’re just so cute! Me gusta como se siente tu cuerpo, Ami.”

Witchy ears twitched rapidly.

“Shut up.” Was muttered into the human girl’s chest.

‘Heh, cute.’

After placing a peck on the top of her head and gently lifting her up, Luz let herself whirl round in place, moving from her knees to sit more comfortably, so her back became tightly pressed against Amity’s pounding chest. Sinking to the floor ever so slightly, she nuzzled herself comfortably into place.

Blush becoming darker, the witch blinked as she processed that she was directly behind Luz, arms reaching around her torso, brown short hair grazing her jaw.

“You don’t have to stop,” the girl reassured, and the witchling settled her head in the crook of her tan neck. Being in such close proximity, they felt their cheeks brush together, and they both tried to avoid each other’s gaze to avoid further embarrassment.

Amity shakily withdrew her arms, and slipped up into the catlike hoodie once more, reaching one hand to a breast, the other on the opposite side, twiddling at her waist, a single finger running up and down the curve.

Against better judgement, Luz felt a small moan escape. Her hand immediately flew up to cover her mouth. She cringed at the haste, but noticed Amity hadn’t seen the movement as she was preoccupied with the way her hand kneaded the human’s chest. She sighed deeply into her own hand, and let the other come to meet Amity’s hair, giving it a lazy stroke.

She tiled her head away from Amity slightly, and felt the witchy girl pull back.

“Hm?”

“I’m giving you an in,” Luz explained, withdrawing her hands. “I can feel you breathing on my neck. You can kiss it again… a bit more… if you want.”

“Right, o-okay…” Amity nodded slowly.

Leaning forward, Luz felt the texture of tongue on the nape of her neck, as she was deeply kissed once more. Breathing becoming laboured, the human encouraged the contact by pushing herself closer into the front of Amity, feeling her body squeeze as she pushed further into the wall. Luz felt suction on her skin, and another series of shivers tumbled down her back dramatically.

“Amity…” She gasped out, fully ready to monologue about how this was the best moment of her life, but before any more talking could be done, a sharp pain shot through her neck.

She was bitten.

“Ah! Fangs!” Luz exclaimed, throwing a hand over the afflicted patch of skin. The bite on her neck was definitely sharper than the one she delivered to Amity earlier. Thankfully, there didn’t seem to be any permanent damage or sign of bleeding.

Wincing at the reaction, the witch retreated, holding up her hands in defence. Afraid that she had ruined a moment and now left them back at square one, she rushed to give her apologies. ”I’m so sorry, Luz! I forgot about how sharp my teeth are!”

“No, it’s okay!” The human girl found herself reassuring her girlfriend profusely. “I really liked it!”

“I won’t-“ Before she began to ramble, Amity processed the statement she had just received, moving her head forward to meet Luz’s gaze. “Wait, you liked it?”

Another blush beginning to surface, Luz nodded. It wasn’t really a lie; it hurt, but it was simultaneously exhilarating, and fuelled her fantasy for the fantastical. She did have a pretty big Twilight phase, but she doubted that this franchise was a concept in the Boiling Isles. It did more than thrill her; to be honest, she was getting way more sexually excited.

“Do it again,” her voice crooned lowly, and that was all the conviction needed for Amity to go back in for seconds.

The witchling was less abrupt and forceful about it, but she did allow her teeth to sink a little into tan skin, running her tongue affectionately over her markings. Minutes passed where she passionately left her signature over her territory, making sure to check in with how Luz would be doing in intervals. She had just ducked up to ask again if she liked what she was doing, but found Luz’s eyes pressed shut, mouth slightly parted, and she burned to the touch. She was panting. Heavily. If Amity didn’t know any better, she would say Luz was-

“Ami.”

“Luz.”

Chocolate eyes drifted open as she turned around, and she looked back into Amity’s golden set. Paused. Then looked down her own twisted body.

Following Luz’s eyes, she found herself blushing hard, and she felt her insides contract, as if all the air was knocked out of her on a clean swoop.

Luz wanted it.

Amity felt her throat become incredibly tight as her voice nervously broke out. “…Are you sure?”

Opting to be shameless about how hot she was feeling right now, Luz confirmed Amity’s suspicions. “I am.”

Before Luz turned herself back around, she saw a something shine in Amity’s eyes as she grinned widely. “If you say so.”

Luz got herself comfy again, as she took Amity by the hand (noticing which hand she took then switching to her dominant hand), and placed it teasingly just above the waistband of the denim. The access would be a lot easier given she was still unbuttoned from the mishap earlier.

“Before we do this,” Luz began shyly. “I don’t know if I’m ready to completely take my clothes off. Can we do it under my…?”

She turned back to Amity, who only offered a look of consolation and understanding.

“Of course, Luz.” She tenderly pecked her girlfriend on the lips. “Just let me know how you’re doing, okay?”

After Luz turned around once more, and Amity pressed another kiss on the back of her neck, her heart clattered against her ribs, and she blew out a breath. She was going to touch a girl, she was gonna pleasure a girl, and it was Luz! The human she had been obsessed with since day one; and, in the now, they were here.

From the placement Luz had given, the witch lowered her hand, slipping under the waist band of her leggings. After exhaling another nervous breath she didn’t know she was holding, she moved from her lower stomach, slowly inching downward. Her palm got lower and lower until…

‘Oh wow, she’s so wet.’

She met Luz’s centre, index finger naturally resting over her sex, which she wiggled, just to feel how easy it was for her to glide.

“Oh my…” The human girl gasped out, her chest rising and falling forcefully, as her breathing became thick and heavy. The Amity Blight, her awesome girlfriend (though awesome is an understatement of an adjective she wouldn’t begin to use in this moment), had her hand resting over her. The heat of her crotch melting with the warmth of Amity’s hand made her whimper in longing, instinctively bucking in the hope for friction.

Obeying, Amity utilised her whole hand, swirling round her whole area, a straggler thumb lightly pressing on her pubic bone. She felt the body of the girl in front of her twitch, and took her free arm to wrap round the length of Luz’s upper body, keeping her tethered to their spot.

“Is this okay?” The witchling asked softly.

“Mm-hm. Never better.”

With that, Amity took the prompt, and lifted up her middle finger from its position downwards back up to make direct contact with her clit, and circled agilely.

With the heavy gasp from Luz, Amity knew she struck gold, but she became curious when Luz’s hand flew up to her own mouth quickly to stifle any noise that came out. She did something right, didn’t she? Why was she trying to hide it?

“What are you doing?” Amity asked when she leaned forward near Luz’s ear, pausing the friction below the waist.

Blinking, the human girl answered nervously. “I, uh, don’t know.”

“Why are you covering your mouth?” Her girlfriend pressed again. “No one is around to hear us.”

Luz pondered; it was something that she had grown so used to, be it from the awkwardness of hearing yourself being pleasured or the need to keep quiet as to not draw attention, it definitely had developed into a reflex.
“I know, I just… I guess it’s force of habit? It’s what I do when I do this alone. My mom worked late so would always be up, and the Owl House is always active. I get nervous about being heard.”

Amity leant back to where she was originally, pausing in thought. It made sense when put that way; thankfully for herself, Blight Manor was so huge, noise travel wasn’t really an issue. She also always planned appropriate windows of time where her parents would be occupied with work pertaining to Blight Industries, and her twin siblings were too busy annoying each other, so she would be left to her own devices.

Crimson beginning to dust her cheeks, Amity quietly stated,

“Well, I want to hear you.”

Touched by this admission, Luz smiled softly to herself, knowing that Amity could hear it in her voice as she spoke again. “You’ll get it out of me.”

The hand between her thighs began to rub again, moving as one unit to coax her wetness to spread over the witch’s whole hand. After a moment of the motion which sent her reeling, the one finger Amity had resting and circling the sweeter spot, began to agonisingly draw from the top down the length of her slit. Luz bit her lip, whimpering desperately at the contact.

Motivated, Amity knew what she wanted; she wanted to please Luz, fully and immeasurably, and part of that was getting her to make more noise. And little did Luz know, she had a couple of ideas to make this work.

“So,” she made conversation while her finger made the rounds. “When you do this alone…what are you thinking of?”

Luz blinked, briefly being pulled out of her horny stupor. She couldn’t suppress the cringing her features underwent as she admitted to the girl.

“I usually, uh, r-read smutty fiction…” she breathed out between her sighs of satisfaction.

Amity cocked an eyebrow, halting her hand movements. “Interesting.”

She had some hesitation, but figured that it would ultimately be worth the shot if Luz agreed. Moving her arm that was wrapped around Luz’s frame, she picked up the novel they had been reading earlier. “I don’t think that’s in great supply here, but I do have this though…”

Luz was dumbfounded when she saw an arm reach forward, Azura book 6 in hand.

“Why don’t you read a little exert for me?”

Baffled, the human questioned her motives. Did Amity seriously want her to read whilst they were being intimate? Surely, she misinterpreted the situation. She probably has; this would be like when Eda kept insisting that every witch knew what ‘keep it sleazy’ meant, but of course, it was not literal.

“Sorry?”

“You keep holding back your voice,” the witchling pointed out. “Maybe if you’re actively using it, it might help you become naturally more vocal.”

Luz pursed her lips; that decidedly made more sense. It would be so difficult to even get through a page, especially with the way that Amity was divinely pressing her hand into her. Still, as this book club meeting had proved, there have been many surprises tonight.

“Sure,” she agreed. “Let’s try it.”

She used both hands to pry open the book in front of her, moving the bookmark from its place, and setting it down. She felt the direct contact from Amity’s arm that was tucked into her leggings against her upper arm, and she blushed at the sudden undeniable feeling of how close they were to each other physically.

“Okay…” She began shakily. As her eyes darted to the page, she felt the motion between her legs begin again after having been paused during their deliberation.

“U-uh… Azura crossed the catacombs, her sword in hand as she-! HAAAAH!”

They both froze post Luz’s exclaim of pleasure; Amity had just firmly landed precise focus on her clit with two fingers, and the way it just happened so effortlessly against that specific movement she liked.

Yep. Luz was dead.

“You like that?” Amity tried to hide her cockiness at the immediate success of her theory. It failed.

“I-I did…” Luz sighed, her hands which clutched the novel beginning to tremble at the implications of this. She was going to be a quivering mess before she’d even reach the chapter footnotes. “I-I’ll keep going.”

“… She met the gaze of her greatest rival, her dearest friend, and perhaps something stronger than that. ‘HecatEEEEeee~‘” Luz groaned, before continuing. “ ‘Hecate… I knew this day would… w-w-ould-‘“

“What, Luz?”

“‘COME!‘” The human exclaimed, cursing mentally at this cruel but delicious predicament. “ ‘I knew this day would c-come!’ Azura bellowed, voice ricocheting off the- Mmm!…walls of the cavern, and Hecate s-stared her down, declaring-“

“ I’ve been waiting, Azura,” Amity seamlessly cut in, not ceasing her circulation. “I’ve tried to keep my feelings at bay, but I can deny it no longer. I demand that we fight so I can put this to rest.”

“‘But Hecate, we m-mustn’t!’ Azura decreed. ‘I’m a warrior of peace and I-‘“

She was cut short on her recital as her girlfriend gave another firm stroke, eliciting a fiery moan, and her head reeled back to collide with Amity’s collarbone. “¡Oh, Dios mío, Amity!”

“If it’s too much, we can stop,” Amity hesitated. “I don’t want to push you-“

“No!” Luz swiftly denied any prospect of shutting this down; sure, it was intense, but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t loving this. She loved reading Azura alone, but doing so while the prettiest girl she’d ever met is doing things to her, it made her unabashedly excited. “P-please keep going.”

The witch let her lips curl into a smile; she had her doubts and didn’t want to be too forward with Luz, but to see her practically revelling in everything Amity was doing, she was elated to be the one making her feel this way.

“Well you’ll be glad to know that this is Hecate’s monologue coming up so you can have a break from the reading.”

Luz could have snorted with laughter; that didn’t make any difference if that hand was still moving.

Body shaking, the human continued to read. “ ‘I’m a warrior of peace and I w-won’t fight my friend. I care too-‘ohhh. ‘I care too m-much about you.‘”

Amity took a deep breath, leaning over Luz’s neck, as she began to recite, with conviction, and with purpose;

“Azura, we are not the same.”

Her fingers dropped down to her entrance, teasingly caressing, filtering out another desperate moan from Luz.

“You can play pretend with the peace and the hope, and everyone on the valley will look to you, your guidance and magical expertise.”

Fingers began to spread her lower lips, the middle threatening to slip inside. The human girl moaned again at the slightest of consistent stimulation.

“But you and I both know what you want. And I’m not interested in playing a part in your charade.”

Another low noise of desire.

“So if you’re ready…“

Another.

“I will see to to it…“

She was so close to slipping inside; Luz needed it. She pleaded as the last line left Amity, in a whisper.

“I’ll end your act. Right here, right now. Permanently.”

Amity waited for the next line that never came. Brushing against her cheek, she leaned in to look at Luz, who was clutching to the novel with an iron grip, her expression dazed. The witch took in the view, deciding that this was up there for one of her favourite looks that Luz has ever given.

“And Azura says?” Amity fills in the gap, but gets interrupted by a furiously flustered Luz. Not that she even cared at all.

“Oh for Titan’s sake, Amity! I can’t keep this up! Just do it already!” She practically begged.

Yep; she was definitely more vocal now.

“Message received.” Amity smirked.

That Azura book would never return to its correct placement after tonight, as Luz threw it across the room with reckless abandon, and Amity reached her other hand down Luz’s underwear to rub at her clit, sending her dominant hand to slowly push two digits inside.

‘Finally.’

Moaning in satisfaction, she affirmed Amity’s gesture, and she grabbed her wrist, helping to guide the external stimulation.

Amity complied with the guidance, letting herself fall prey to her own excitement, as she delivered rhythmic pushes inside her sex, in a way she hoped would bring Luz closer to her climax.

Waiting the whole night clearly took its toll, as it wasn’t long until the human girl was flinging out incoherent mutterings and enthused moans, as she felt every sense within her build. Just like Azura in book three when she’s dangling over the cliffside of the Oracle Temples; Luz was almost over the edge.

But before the big finish, something in her mind told her that she didn’t want it to all be over yet.

“Wait!”

Suddenly alert, Amity ceased all motions, hesitating at the sudden halt. She began to fret that she may have hurt Luz, or not done something right. Nervously, she piped up.
“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing!” Luz assured. “I just… I don’t want to just yet. I think I’d like… would you…?”

Using context, the witch filled in the blanks, and she felt those butterflies in her stomach make a dramatic return. Reeling at the prospect of even trying to compare to how amazing Luz was, she tried to rail herself in so she could answer.

“Oh, uh…You got it.”

Once her hands were retracted, both girls rose from the floor, with Luz whirling round so she could face the girl that was previously behind her. As if the verbal consent to taking things further was a trigger, she chewed a bottom lip in anticipation, which the other girl definitely noticed.

Amity felt the sweat dripping from her forehead, and used her hand to wave nervously, cooling herself off. She was really going to do this; reflecting on earlier, while Amity knew a little bit more about what she liked when it came to hands, Luz was a natural pro at the other stuff. She didn’t stand a chance.

“You okay?” The human girl hesitated, as she saw her lips shift into a slight frown.

“Yeah, I’m just…” she met brown eyes. “I want to please you, Luz. What if I can’t make you…?”

Blinking, Luz took her hands in hers, shaking her head incredulously. “Why does that matter? It’s like the Azura books; yes, the climax of the novel is exciting, but it’s not about the end alone, it’s about the journey. I just want to have fun. With you.”

The witchling glanced down. “I guess… I just owe you for-“

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“Right, well I just want to-“

“Amity, are we going to kiss, or are you gonna keep talking for too long?” Her inflection turned to cheeky, hoping to draw some amusement from Amity.

Giggling, the girl leaned in and met Luz halfway for a more sensual interaction. Their hands stayed interlocked as they swayed in perfect harmony, decidedly taking it more slow than previously as a breather.

Luz was right; she should have known. It wasn’t about finishing the race, it was about running it. And Amity would run for forever with Luz.

After they had worked up their arousal, and Amity let her lips fly to Luz’s neck in a flutter of affection, she let her head slowly travel downward, sinking to her knees.

Brown wide eyes followed, and she suppressed her desire to squeal in excitement.

A witch was gonna go down on her. Okay, the notion alone was probably enough to take her there if she was being honest.

“Is this definitely okay?”

Luz gave the affirmative, nodding enthusiastically.

From where she was on her knees, Amity chewed her lip anxiously, and slowly began to lift her girlfriends hoodie up slightly. Holding up the fabric, she leaned in slowly, and began to place soft smooches over Luz’s waist. She felt tan hands tuck loosely into her purple locks, and she internally swooned at the contact.

“You’re so beautiful,” she heard from above.

Retracting her lips, she beamed up at Luz. “Nowhere near as much as you.”

She pulled back to examine the attire that remained eye level; with the unbuttoned shorts to the floor, she only had a thin pair of athletic leggings between her and Luz’s intimate area. She felt her palms grow hot, and she nervously flickered her gaze up to Luz’s face.

The human was breathing deeply, looking down with a mix of pure awe and insatiable arousal. Amity flushed at the sight; this girl would be the death of her. She was used to seeing those big brown eyes light up the room, and be full to the brim with excitement and wonder, but now they yearned for something deeper. More intense. Something she wanted from Amity.

She slowly, finally, peeled back the layers of clothing concealing her lower half.

As the leggings and boxer shorts worn underneath hit the floor with a soft thud, the witch’s eyes widened as she came face to face with her genitals. On instinct, Luz spread her legs a little, and Amity gasped meekly at the view.

“Holy moly…”

“Is that good or bad?” Luz chuckled nervously, and in retaliation, Amity flapped a hand awkwardly.

“Oh it’s good, definitely good! I, uh, wow, you’re so…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Because you were so-“

“I was?”

“You were!”

“Oh wow.”

Both giggled slightly at their flustered states, before the witchling took another breath. Once Luz nodded at her in approval, she craned her back awkwardly, and went in for an experimental lick. The soft moan she received at the contact was enough to encourage her to be more forward, and she glided around slowly.

The human on her tongue had an interesting mix of textures and tastes, and Amity wanted to experience all of them.

Humming lowly in contentment, Luz’s hands drifted around the purple hair in her fingertips, and she arched her hips. Man, Amity was not exaggerating; this was an incredible feeling. The way her pointed tongue lapped at her wetness, the way her head was tilted so she could observe her beautiful complexion, and the sight of her cute button nose making direct clitoral contact. She looked better than ever.

Luz could not believe this was happening.

Amity pulled back, and went back in with more direct focus; flattening her tongue, she began to circle Luz’s nub, and the human girl cried out for more.

“Oh Amity, that feels so good.” Her voice dripped sultrily, craning a leg to rest over Amity’s shoulder, in which the other girl pulled out to give an affectionate peck to the limb, before going back in.

Luz had to lean, pressing her hands against the wall to keep her composure, wobbling at the intensity of the contact, as well as their awkward postures. They would feel this tomorrow if they continued like this, and she winced at the thought of Amity’s neck suffering at the hands of their hormones.

As if she read her mind, the servicing paused, and Amity fully pulled back from the proximity of her crotch to look at her human girlfriend.

“Uh, Luz?”

“Yeah?”

“My neck is killing me.” Amity gingerly wrapped her other hand around the neck in question, rubbing at the affected area tenderly. “Can we maybe switch position?” She asked as she rose from her knees.

“Sure, I was thinking the same thing.” Luz admitted.

“Okay, because I have an idea.”

Once they met eyes, Amity held onto Luz’s arms, guiding her slowly, and rotating her body to the side. The human arched an eyebrow in confusion.

“Could you step back?”

Complying, Luz began to take a step, and found her balance was immediately off-kilter due to her legs wobbling from the overstimulation. Her girlfriend helped guide her more efficiently.

“More.”

Confused she took another nervous step, slightly compromised by the clothing tethered to her ankles.

“Again.”

Another ginger step.

“Here?”

“Okay that’s good.” Amity gave the affirmative, and pressed herself further into Luz’s shaking frame.

“Why’d you- WAH!” Luz yelled out as she soon found herself being pinned to Amity’s desk, sending Hexside ruled notebooks flying off the counter, and her tea-filled mug to topple over and spill onto the carpet below.

“Whoops!”

Everything stilled for a moment as they began processing what had just happened; Amity was leant over Luz, pinning tan arms firmly to the table, her lilacs strands dangling down over blushing cheeks. Luz stared back up at her; awestruck, overwhelmed, and totally into it.

Both gazed intently at each other with wide eyes, before slowly breaking their composure, snorting as they erupted into laughter.

“I swear that worked out better in my head.” Amity shook as she giggled in hysterics.

Hiccuping at the absurdities, the human cackled. “Why would you even try that?!”

As they sobered from their laughter, they could only lovingly smile at each other. Towering over her, the witch leaned in to kiss her sweetly, in which Luz craned her head up to meet.

Once they parted, Amity pouted her lips. “I’m sorry about that.”

“No it’s okay,” she giggled slightly. “I liked it. I’m sorry! Your carpet is ruined.”

“I’ll live.” Amity chuckled. “Besides…”

She crawled off of Luz, who followed her movements with her eyes, to kneel at the end of the desk, grabbing the hips of the human girl, and driving her foreword. “I think I like this a lot more.”

Luz smirked down at her cheekily. “Oh I absolutely do too. Much better angle.”

“How are you feeling? Was I doing okay?”

Answering earnestly, Luz whispered. “You’re perfect. This is perfect.”

“Perfect,” Amity repeated, causing Luz to smile.

With the new status quo set, after feathering a couple of kisses on her legs and thighs, Amity’s tongue lovingly met her girlfriend’s folds once more.

Luz moaned, hands once again meeting colored hair, fully enjoying the benefits of this new position. Amity now had more reach as her head wasn’t so flexed, and man, was she taking advantage of the new spots previously untouched.

While it was way less firm and persistent than when she was using only her fingers and reciting Hecate quotes, Luz really enjoyed this slow and sensual side of Amity’s skills. She was setting a good pace where the girl could really take in every movement that was happening. And each one yanked a plethora of shivers and sighs out of Luz.

From below, Amity had her hands placed on either side of Luz’s thighs, keeping herself steady against her area. Drawing back one hand, she took her thumb to caress her clit, while she ventured her tongue near her entrance. Feeling daring and emboldened by Luz’s enthusiasm, she entered inside.

Feeling the tongue suddenly pushing into her, Luz found herself gasping harshly. That was new.

“Amity!”

As if on pure lustful instinct, she grabbed onto Amity’s ears, beginning to rub affectionately.

Everything paused.

Once her mouth moved away, adorning her girlfriend’s fluids, she gasped out. “Luz…my ears. They…”

As if their brainwaves aligned, they both stared. The ears. Luz had almost forgotten how every touch and kiss had drove Amity crazy during their first round; it was delectable, and totally encouraging. They both felt immature as they grinned at each other giddily, and the witch’s head was gently pushed back down into the heat of it.

Tan digits circled the curvature of the witchy ears, as they relentlessly twitched against the contact. It spurred Amity on and excited her due to the sensitivity, and the witch moaned against her sex, sending vibrations and shockwaves through Luz’s entire body.

A hearty moan erupted from Luz, as she felt her brain on the brink of black out. What on Earth was that? Whatever it was, she needed that again.

So, she grabbed the ears tighter, and rubbed.

“Mmm!”

Again.

“Amity!”

And again.

“Ah!”

And again.

“Amityyyyy~!”

She was insistent now; the girl found herself jolting under every touch, gasping her lover’s name over and over. With each ear caress, Amity would break out another burst of moans, which would vibrate over Luz’s centre. Her legs excitedly kicked at the desk as they swung over the ledge, toes absolutely curling at the sensations.

Amity couldn’t believe her luck; it was enough that she got to do this for Luz, and now her ears were being tickled simultaneously. The urge to reach a hand down and take care of herself was strong, but she resisted knowing she needed to save her good hand. She knew what she had to do, after everything Luz had done tonight. With more certainty than she’d had all her life, she knew she wanted to take Luz to heaven. Or the demon realm equivalence, rather.

Swapping her thumb for her tongue, Amity readied two polished digits, and drove into Luz, going slow at first, until she heard from above;

“Give it to me.”

Sure that she knew what she wanted, Amity readied herself, and delivered a powerful thrust, hearing another broken gasp from above. Wobbling hands left her ears be, moving to palm at the back oh the witch’s head. Smirking against her, Amity went for it again, certain she was definitely close to hitting the right spot. Maybe if she just-

“Tócame allí! Yes!”

Oh, so that’s how she likes it.

While her methods were a little different from what she would perform on herself, Amity was more than happy to oblige with the intensity that Luz clearly wanted. She pointedly swirled her mouth around her wetness with haste, and fingers began to become well acquainted with the spot hidden in anterior walls.

‘She’s hitting the g spot, holy Titan, she’s hitting the g spot.’

The desk was beginning to rattle with each intense movement, the hideout walls softly being banged against. The slow build up over the hours had really gotten to Luz, and this gradual ramping in speed felt way more intense than her body was accustomed to in her alone time. Pleasure like this was seen as a rush, a means to an end. She would never take ‘an o’ for granted again.

Lost in ecstasy, she didn’t even realise how hot she felt, and how she was struggling to breathe properly, her vocal response being absent apart from the heavy and desperate panting.

As more deep penetration happened in succession, and Luz noticed at the corner of her eye several books toppling off of the shelves from the desk’s structure shakes, the human realised it was all coming together, and she felt it coming.

Oh God.

“Creo que estoy a punto de…Creo que estoy a punto de…!”

She was right. As if Amity even knew what she was saying, Luz’s relentless panting got faster, as another powerful encounter with her erogenous zone coursed through her veins. She could feel the surface below her back and behind tremble more, and she feared it would fall apart in an instant. Ugh, she was so deep, and working her every core. If she even curled that damn finger again-

“Ohhhh, Amity!”

As long as it took to get here, Luz was incredibly overwhelmed when it arrived; her grip on Amity slacked, as her head fell back onto the desk. Everything tingled as she flexed her hips, rolling her whole body forward. Where she would normally throw them over her mouth, her hands flattened, clutching the surface below. Her deep breath hitched in her throat, and she gasped out loudly.

As Amity ran her mouth over her sex, sopping at the juices that began to flow with her release, she glanced up at Luz, savouring this expression. After her harsh gasp, she heard the most beautiful sound in the world; a moan of relief. It was low and guttural, but Titan. It was sexy. She had never thought of someone as so attractive, but now the witch was fairly sure all thoughts she ever made now would inevitably lead back to Luz.

And what they had, together, couldn’t be beat. She never wanted anything else in the world; she just needed her little human thing.

The witch blinked as she was pulled out her train of thought, hands tugging at her flaring hot cheeks, and Luz pulled her up with haste. Before she could even ask for the performance review, she was pulled into a hungry kiss, and Amity happily reciprocated, running her free hand through the floof of brown hair, giving a loving ruffle.

Luz found that she tasted sweeter than expected. Maybe the Boiling Isles diet didn’t do her so bad after all.

When they pulled apart, a wet smooch noise emitting, Luz slipped right back into her usual wide eyed stature, and that big grin Amity still got weak in the knees for.

She was elated; way more than usual. And Amity loved how she could go from attractive to adorable at the drop of a hat.

Despite knowing the answer, Amity as a perfectionist, still wanted to make sure. “Um… did you…?”

“Sí-“ Luz croaked out dryly, before clearing her throat. “I mean, yes I did.”

In response to the verbal confirmation, Amity withdrew her sopping fingers from Luz, shivering as the cold air hit her fingertips.

Luz pecked her cheek gently, causing Amity’s ears to prick up. “Gracias, mi amor.”

With a warm gaze, the witchling only smiled in response. That one she did know. “My pleasure.”

“Actually, the pleasure was all mine.”

Amity cackled at that literal interpretation. “You’re a dork.”

She stood up from her towering over Luz, and extended a hand for her girlfriend to take. She gently lifted her from the desk, and after Luz pulled her clothes back over herself, the two sank to the floor. Luz slid down the wall to fall to the ground, and Amity sprawled herself over her lap.

After sitting in the quiet of the afterglow for a while, Luz let herself vocalise her inner turmoil and thoughts.

“So, how did that time compare?”

Pensively looking to the floor, Amity spoke aloud above a whisper. “It was a lot more intense. We knew more of what to do, I think. So we could focus more on making it fun.”

The human nodded in agreement; after the nerves of the first time subsided, she really appreciated the tiny chances of seeing what she liked beyond her own capabilities. They both got to see a whole other side to their relationship, and who knows what else they could learn together. The endless possibilities excited her.

“Which do…which do you prefer?”

“Huh?”

Luz giggled slightly. “You know…Pitcher or catcher? Top bunk or bottom bunk? Hunter or prey? Edward or Jacob?”

“Luz.” Her tone became momentarily pointed. “What in the Holy Belos are you talking about?”

“It doesn’t matter,” the human rolled her eyes while smirking, deciding to swiftly change the subject. “Is your carpet gonna be okay?”

Golden eyes darted to the tea stain afflicted on her floor. Right; in the heat of all the excitement, she forgot how messy things became. It didn’t matter now, for sure, but it was definitely a problem for later.

“I can ask Malphas for a cleaner to visit the study. It was definitely worth it.”

The witch truly believed that; this night has been way beyond her expectations, and now that this was territory that could be explored between them, she had never felt closer to somebody. She only hoped her girlfriend felt the same.

“You know, with how well we can do that to each other, l think we were almost made for each other.” Luz was half joking, but perhaps there was some truth to it.
They liked things differently from each other, yet somehow the feelings and excitement that bubbled over each time somehow stayed the same. It was totally that romantic junk that Luz would kick her feet in the air for after reading.

“I knew we were from the first moment we danced together.” Amity stated matter of factly, but not without turning pink in her cheeks.

Looking down at her, she quirked an eyebrow. “That was corny, even for you Amity.”

“I can’t be cool and classy all the time.”

“I know. Never pretend with me.”

Amity nodded. “I won’t.”

Evening lapsed into sunrise as the two stayed; the hours were spent lazily stroking each other’s hair, recounting embarrassing stories, every interaction cemented as the status quo. Sure, the nerves and flustering were common, but it was more comfortable than scary. Pure mutual love and affection.

The two were throwing out Azura theories when the sound of grandiose doorways burst open from below.

From their position of lying opposite each other, hairs intertwined as their heads touched, Luz shot up at the sudden noise breaking into their soundscape. “What was that?”

“I think that was Malphas,” Amity stated. “I think the library’s opening soon.”

That’s right; the hours had gone by, the time was spent, their magical evening bled into beautiful morning, and all that was left were the afterthoughts.

They could leave.

“Oh.”

“We should go,” the witch sighed, almost in melancholy. “I don’t think it’s a good idea he finds out we’ve been here all night.”

“Yeah…”

It was almost sad when they left the hideaway; the room will forever invoke the need to reminisce over the fact that their first time happened here. More times will probably happen. This new change in dynamic would exist outside that room; although, the thought of having sex in the Owl House or Blight Manor sounded more terrifying than thrilling. They had to work on being quieter should that happen.

They reached the entry stairs of the library, hands swaying as they were interlocked. Hissing for a second as they adjusted to the natural sunlight, they looked at each other expectantly.

The sight of the two of them was obvious; dishevelled, flushed, hair staticky and insistent on cowlicks in their wrong places. Necks were devoured, clothes were wrinkled, and the smell…

But they didn’t care, and only grinned wider.

“I don’t want to leave,” Luz was the first to speak.

“Me neither.”

“…I don’t know what the right thing to say is, what do you say after you do something like this, like ‘hey thanks for having sex with me’? It sounds so crude.” The human cringed as she admitted.

“I don’t know, Luz,” Amity gave a tired laugh, running a hand through her frazzled locks. “I would just say…I had fun tonight.”

Ever the sunny disposition, Luz stated. “I did too.”

“Thank you for…taking my virginity.” Amity spoke in a whisper.

“Thank you for taking mine.” The latter repeated at a similar volume.

“Yeah, that sounds odd.”

“We‘ll workshop it.”

And for the last time for the night, the two kiss. It’s sweet, and it’s short, but it’s more than enough after what they’d been through. Butterflies flared up all over again as if it were their first date, and they pulled away, foreheads touching.

“I’ll see you on Monday.” Amity breathed.

“I’ll be there! Obviously. Because we’re in the same class!”

Amity giggled, because of course she did. How couldn’t she? She couldn’t be more in love. “I got it.”

As Amity turned to walk away into the morning glow, Luz still hooked on the oxytocin, yelled after her.

As she whirled round, the human girl smiled affectionately.

“I love you.”

‘Say it again. And again and again.’

“I love you too, Luz.”

Leaving the library, momentarily hovering over their own lips, they both had an extra spring in their step as they journeyed home.

They did it.

A new level of connection, intimacy, pleasure, fear, excitement. Love.

Their first time.

And they did it right this time.