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Neither Luz nor Amity is sure exactly how it all started. One day the two are snuggling together on the couch reading the latest entry of the Good Witch Azura novels, the next Luz is spasming and experiencing the orgasm of a lifetime. Amity didn’t even do anything extreme, only give her favorite human a headpat while praising her after an intimate moment, and then she clings to her love experiencing bliss beyond comprehension. Visits to both the Healing Coven and Gravesfield’s hospital prove said affection is abnormal even for them, but tests prove it to be ultimately harmless.
Regardless of whatever is now affecting Luz, it only makes more gentle cuddle sessions all the more intriguing. Pain responses are still responded to normally, and further testing proves to both Luz and Amity that said pleasure is connected to the touch.
Luz, trying to piece together what’s wrong with her, assuming something is wrong at all, ponders, “Maybe magic is affecting me somehow. I know it’s been a long time, but what if it was dormant and waited until now?”
It’s the only idea that makes any amount of sense. Titan Magic is strange even compared to other forms of magic, at least by witch standards, but the right combination of Glyphs could’ve done just about anything. All either the youngest Blight or her good girl knows is that nobody is in danger. The former, however, has an idea on what she wishes to do with Luz, provided she consents.
”How about this? I’ll turn you into a precious little mess once we’re back from school and work, assuming you’re a good girl~” the lilac-haired witch coos, tenderly cupping Luz’s cheek. “How does that sound, Batata~?”
Her love’s temptation is too great to resist, Luz nodding and immediately being pulled into a hug, the taller woman’s arms wrapping around her waist. The human immediately begins to shudder, panting and whimpering as her orgasm already begins to form, immediately holding onto her girlfriend for support. The golden-eyed woman purrs in response, happy to see her good girl accepts the affection without issue, softly patting her sub’s head, watching her get pushed over the edge.
The human witch’s eyes squeeze shut as she orgasms, unable to think clearly as she submits to the tenderness of Amity’s comfort. She yearns for more, happy knowing she’s not a freak even in her new state, and it’s then she hears a soft whisper just above her.
”Good girl~ I know it’s intense, so if I’m going too far, I want you tell me. Can you do that, Batata?” the youngest Blight coos, her pats extra gentle to avoid overstimulating Luz just yet. “Will you be good and tell me when you’re experiencing too much?”
”I-I promise,” the smaller woman confirms, let’s trembling as she feels another pat on her head. “I’ll be good for you! O-Ohhh~!”
Words alone cannot help Luz convey how deeply she’s falling in love all over again. Amity could simply stop providing physical affection, but instead she wants to make sure she’s not crossing a boundary, no doubt pleased by such reactions herself. Just knowing she’s seen only makes the youngest Noceda spasm harder than before, eyes rolling back as she submits to her praises and comfort.
Something Amity knows she feels when snuggling Luz is lust as well. She doesn’t experience the same mind-shattering orgasms her love does when she reaches her peak, but she doesn’t mind. All that does, at least for her, is to see her good girl lost in bliss as she loses what little restraint she may or may not have. Just knowing her love doesn’t need to experience the end of a toy, rather the caring hand of her dom, provides more than enough pleasure to make every encounter meaningful in the youngest Blight’s eyes.
Luz shudders for the fifth time in ten minutes as she experiences yet another climax, eyes rolled back as she clings to her dom, refusing to let herself submit to pleasure itself. All she wants is to be there and with Amity, and if that means enduring more and more orgasms, then so be it. However, the last thing her dominant partner wants is for her to experience needless fatigue, noticing how Luz seems to ache, less pleasantly than usual.
”Oh… Baby girl, is it becoming too much?” she asks softly, cupping her cheek so she doesn’t dare lie. “You know it’s okay to admit when you’re feeling weaker. Everyone has a limit, remember that.”
The smaller woman can’t help but nod, shedding tears as she admits, “I… I’m feeling a little overstimulated. Sorry…”
Her apology is immediately countered with her head in Amity’s lap and a single black-nailed finger brushing her hair as Amity assured her, “There’s no shame in feeling overstimulated. I want you to enjoy it, and knowing you’re not means more than you think. I’d rather be sexually frustrated than hurt the human that means the most to me.”
To the golden-eyed witch, there is simply no fun in hurting Luz, even by accident. What point is there making her lose her mind when she explicitly doesn’t want it? Just watching her nuzzle into her lap, letting herself submit to comfort, not purely pleasure, warms her heart, knowing at the end of the day, Luz is Luz, and that is all she needs to ensure her safety, just as she has hers before.
The human gently grabs Amity’s other hand, her haggard breaths slowing and easing as she comes down from her latest climax. It feels more than right, being seen and heard, protected, and to know it’s her girlfriend ensuring such a thing brings her more than just relief. Knowing the rich witch holding her head in her lap turned into a more-than-respectable figure in Blight Industries is proof people can change, and sometimes that change is worth it.
Amity refuses to turn her gaze from the young woman in her lap, never quite teasing her for pleasure, her fingers carefully grasping around Luz’s hand. It matters not to her that Luz is a human, that she destabilized an entire world, or that she used to be an oddball even among her kind. The same oddball saved her whole realm, and after a lifetime of being rejected by one world, she now lives in another. She swears to cherish the figure who showed there’s always a way beyond what she once thought.
Even as Luz bucks her hips from the excess pleasure, she can’t stop knowing the one person she feels it with enjoys it as well. She’s not a freak even now, which only makes her all the more receptive toward Amity’s affection, arms limp by her sides as a forehead kiss soothes her worries. She would think her kisses are laced with pheromones, but even if they weren’t, she is sure she’d react similarly all the same. Amity is Amity, and that’s all that matters to the university student.
Amity keeps in front of Luz and in her lap, assurance that no matter what, she will always be safe. Her warm breath sends shivers down Luz’s spine, each and every subtle exhale edging the smaller woman toward her next orgasm. The human’s yearning for more is apparent as she nuzzles into Amity’s neck, lost in bliss as the taller woman trails her hands from her hips to the top of her waist, the shivers addicting in how they turn the younger woman into a pup in heat. The youngest Noceda’s moans are muffled by her love’s neck, keeping her quieter as she traces her hands across her good girl’s body, a tender massage for a good girl.
”Shhh~ Such a good girl~ Just keep still while I give you the pleasure you deserve~” Amity purrs, feeling a wet stain in her lap. “Oh~ You came again, didn’t you~?”
A weak nod from the smaller girl follows, her eyes glazed over from a mixture of multiple orgasms and persistent love. She can’t get enough of the witch she’s fallen in love with, her body nearing yet another climax upon feeling Amity’s arms wrap around her waist. She feels small, but she doesn’t feel lesser, trying and failing to help show Amity the same pleasure, her weak arms just barely caressing the witch’s own sides.
”Oh, look at you. You want me to feel what you feel, but you’re absolutely lost in bliss~” Amity coos, touched by her love’s attempt to return the favor. “Your pleasure is my pleasure, never forget that~ A break every now and then is good for the mind, but keeping you blissful like this is something I can never get enough of~ Titan Almighty, I love you so much, Batata~”
Soft whimpers escape Luz’s throat as Amity’s tongue trails along her ears, blanking her mind as she orgasms harder than usual. Few things can lead her to becoming an utter mess, but her licks almost never fail to make her climax both early and intensely. She feels like a good little otter pup, unable to move as she’s spoiled rotten by her love. She wants to remain her love’s good girl forever, at one point whimpering once her girlfriend’s hand moves from her head and off of her overall, a sign she’s growing addicted to the youngest Blight’s snuggles.
The taller figure refuses to take it easy unless Luz says so, loving how her good girl trembles and submits so easily. She wonders if sex will likely shatter her good girl’s psyche without a warm, but that doesn’t mean she can’t provide the love Luz chooses to give her. There isn’t any point in her mind in leaving her love without comfort, her warm, wet tongue tracing along both the inside and outside of Luz’s ears, sending her into a repeating mind-melting orgasm. The human can’t get enough, bucking her hips as she feels all of her limbs grow limp from the excessive affection. Even so, both women yearn for more, and that’s all that matters right now.
For the better, it’s only a matter of time until both women know they must stop experiencing sexual pleasure. Snuggles will always be desired and they’ll be inevitable, but sometimes simply snuggling after “sex” will be more than enough to calm them both down. Plenty of water and a small snack are always prepared, Amity only using a tender finger so she doesn’t overstimulate Luz without permission.
The witch’s soft, plush chest is more than amazing as a pillow in Luz’s eyes, nuzzling deep to ensure she’s safe while showing she’s alright. Amity can never get enough of her good girl’s submission, her headpats tender and slow as Luz sighs softly, content with how everything played out.
”Oh~ That’s it, just let me keep you safe,” the taller woman purrs, soft rumbles emanating from her throat. “Just know that no matter what, you’ll always be safe and loved. You are my good girl, and there’s nobody that can tell you otherwise. Titan you’re so precious~”
The possible curse on Luz feels more like a blessing, the human refusing to leave her love’s embrace as they lie in bed and snuggle for the rest of the night. With no more evil overlords or witch hunters or horrible parents, Amity feels no need to stop spoiling Luz. Her every nuzzle reminds her she’s alive, her warm breath against her bosom proving this is reality and not a dream, her good girl’s every twitch reminding her that Luz is in bliss. She doesn’t know what else she could possible want in this moment, softly kissing Luz’s forehead before they both wrap themselves in a single blanket burrito, safe from any and all attack.
Everything will be alright, and neither woman can think of a more ideal scenario than here and now.