Five Times Where Luz And Amity Try To Get It On And The One Time They Succeeded

The Finale

"Amity..." the brunette said. "Stop fucking around..."

Amity smirked, reeling back to meeting Luz's eyes. Golden irises sparkled in the lights above them with a sensual defiance. Her finger didn't stop, but rather slowed down. The witch bit her lip for a second as if contemplating Luz's command, but her smirk didn't waver when she opened her mouth to respond:

"Make me."

Titan knew she was playing with fire, but she didn't care. What she did care about was the hardened look in Luz's eyes as she stared her down. That look turned her insides into a pit of hellfire that spilled without warning into her panties.

"You sure about that?" Luz asked. Fuck, the way she could make her voice so low and gruff in the heat of the moment was one of Amity's favorite things.

"Mhm." Amity replied confidently. "But later, because I'm not done with you yet."

Before Luz could protest, Amity slipped effortlessly down her body to her pants with mini kisses along the way. She withdrew her hand and, after making sure Luz watched her lick her finger clean, hooked her fingers into either side of her boxers, pulling down to take them off with her jeans. Luz raised her hips to make it easier and assisted Amity by pulling her legs back when she went to get them around her ankles and feet. Now totally bare on the bed, Luz was left vulnerable to Amity's devouring gaze. The Blight soaked up the view like she'd never see it again. She knew it was cliché to say, but she would never get sick of Luz's body. Especially the way it's glorious bronze color glistened in the mood lighting around the room. It was perfect.

"You just gonna sit there and gawk?" Luz asked, paraphrasing Amity's earlier remark and breaking through her reverie.

Amity made a face at her but rested her hands on Luz's legs, parting them and pushing her knees up into a bent position. She came down onto her stomach, only needing to inch forward a little bit until she was hovering just over the apex of Luz's thighs. The scent of Luz's arousal invaded her nostrils, wreathing its way deep into the far reaches of her mind, and she subconsciously licked her lips. Without a second thought, Amity dove in and closed her mouth around Luz's clit. She launched her assault with sucking and flicking, her moan echoing one of Luz's when said girl's hand comes to find her hair again and keep her head in place.

She tasted so good, Amity finding herself swallowing every chance she could get just to get the full experience of Luz's slightly tart flavor. Luz ground her hips into Amity's mouth, knotting her hand into the greenette's mane like her life depended on it. Amity wasn't holding back. Her tongue simultaneously lapped at her like she was quelling a thirst and managed to take up every inch of her slit in one fluid motion every time she reset. Bottom to top, Amity made sure no inch of Luz's sex went untouched. She would accent every few licks with a swirl around her clit.

"Maldita sea, Amity..." She growled when Amity prodded her entrance with the tip of her tongue.

Amity hummed and repeated the action again, her tongue advancing further into Luz's slit and curling slowly. Did all witches have naturally long tongues, Luz wondered to herself as her back arched off the bed and she pulled on her girlfriend's hair. Amity stretched a hand upwards, raking her nails down Luz's front harshly and watching her teeth clench with a hiss. The way Amity's tongue wriggled inside her was mind numbing, and Amity relished in the way Luz tensed and flexed around her. Not a single drop of her girlfriend's wetness went to waste, slurping it up in a way that was bordering on desperate. Her senses were filled with nothing but Luz. Everything else was a temporary hazy memory. When her hand found its way back down after a moment, Amity withdrew her tongue and stuck her two middle fingers into her mouth to wet them. Luz watched her from under lidded eyes, following her hand as it traveled to her core. Those two fingers came in contact with her swollen bud and pressed into it, making her body jerk upward, and started rough, drawn out circles against it.