Luzia Drabble Lab - 4 (Patreon)

“Mmm Luci~” Luz moans. A low buzzing noise fills her little bedroom. It's dark save for her little pink salt lamp. She’s pulled her tank top up over her little tits. Her small nipples are hard from both the chill air and her current late-night activities. One hand is resting under her pillow while the other is holding a small pink toy to her wet pussy.

She arches her back and bites back an even louder moan. She’s shut her eyes tight as she imagines something truly salacious. It’s something that usually fills her with shame, something dark and twisted inside that she can’t explain. She doesn't know when it started. She doesn't know why it hasn't gone away. All she knows is that in the dead of the night, when Mama and Lucia are fast asleep, when there's no one to judge her for the things she just can't change about herself. When she imagines this, and touches herself?

“Luciaaaa…” She moans out, slick leaks out of her as her muscles flutter. She curls her toes and covers her mouth with a hand just in time to muffle a loud cry. She cums hard, moaning into her palm as she tosses and writhes on the bed. She drops her toy. The toy she bought online with a Christmas Visa gift card. Luz nearly died of embarrassment when the package arrived, thankfully in discreet packaging.

No one suspected her, and when Mama asked about it she launched into a tirade about anime figurines until they backed off. Mama doesn’t know she bought a sex toy, solely so she could masturbate longer, to hang on to these lovely fantasies for just a little while longer. Mama doesn’t know what Luz does late into the night, and Lucia doesn’t know that she’s the fixation of what she does.

Luz relaxes into the bed, gasping for air from the effort of her fun. She gulps air down, then finally sighs. Her heart slows its pounding, and the heat in her cheeks fades. Her dark fantasies shift and form into more wholesome images. Lucia holds her close, telling her how sweet she is, and how much she loves her. Luz smiles and drops the toy onto her bedside table, then closes her eyes.

She imagines Lucia’s sweet voice.

“Luz?”

Luz opens her eyes suddenly, and her heart slams into her ribcage.