Somewhere in the haze of pleasure, she remembered that she was (originally, anyway) doing this to earn money. She didn’t expect Amity would pay, aside from with her acceptance of Luz’s new “job”, but it was still a good opportunity to prepare for her actual customers. Doing her best to concentrate, she grabbed the witch’s waist and pulled her close, shoving the strap in up to its base while locking lips with her girlfriend. The kiss partially stifled a desperate, overwhelmed yelp of pleasure that would probably have been audible halfway across the Isles, but her fluttering eyes and flushed cheeks made it clear how unexpectedly delighted she was.



I've gone through a lot of ideas for a story along these lines, playing around with the concept of the Boiling Isles having a really relaxed attitude to public use and bondage, but I could never get it to come out right. Turned out what worked was making Luz willing! Well, at the start, anyway.

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“Oh, fuck me,” Mariner whined, well aware how impossible that had become. “Well…if I’m gonna be a horny statue, might as well go all the way, huh?” Shrugging off her jacket and shirt to leave herself completely nude, she grabbed her left breast with her only free hand, whimpering a little at the added stimulation. She was so close to the peak of her arousal that she could barely think straight, and her addled mind had only a moment to wonder if trapping herself in this state of pure arousal was a bad idea before the wave of gold spread to her chest, locking her lascivious position into place.

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