Hot Summer Nights, Part I
The small nightclub long known as The Four Roses had been for many years a time-honored hideaway, an establishment that was known by sight and name but was entered by only those who possessed knowledge of the secrets within. Being somewhat off the beaten path gave the quiet jazz lounge a unique atmosphere, not totally forgotten but often lost amidst the hubbub and dizzying pace that saw the main thoroughfares kept alight deep into the depths of the weekend nights. Within its four walls were the soft notes of well-played music, perfectly settled in the background so as to let conversation flow in a mild privacy. For those who knew the comfortably lit lounge, it was considered a unique treasure that gave its denizens everything they could ask for a comfortable night out: good drinks, pleasant company, and a cozy atmosphere.
Recent months, however, had seen this serenity and reclusion begin to transform into a different season. As word trickled out and away into the rest of the world, the more did The Four Roses see its seats kept filled even late into the hours of the night, when the rest of the world was too inebriated to reflect upon the beautiful voice before them. After all, who did not want to be present when she sang, to hear the silvery notes that would peal through the night, comfortable to the ear as silk upon one’s skin? To hear such melodious sound was to be spellbound, set to attention as the softened voice of a beautiful young woman held their focus with rapt fixation. The sound of her singing made each sip of liquor more pleasant, the company with whom they shared it all the more lovely. It was not a detraction to hear her, to see her no distraction. To have one so pristine there for their entertainment was magic of a unique kind, one that was meant to be shared with those around them. It fit her own actions so perfectly.
The darkened dress of midnight ocean shimmered beneath the faint light that shone down onto the piano stage where she performed, just atop the lid and leaning slightly back so as to let her figure ripple under both light and eye. The notes that came to life below did nothing to wound her own, seemingly soaking through her skin and coming alive as something transformed and all the more beautiful; when she sang, the key could not have been clearer. Her voice was more than heavenly, and the woman who sung them even more so. Every inch of her was sensuous and beautiful, more than a perfect match for the brilliant tones that echoed across her lips. The entire lounge was spellbound by this beautiful tune, a love ballad of days gone by that now saw its beauty made all the clearer through her actions. They who listened could not want it to end, not even begin to wonder if it should. Whenever this beautiful lady of music and sound came to a conclusion so would they, and celebrate they would at her timely choice.
One last note pealed through the calm air and melted slowly away into the darkened world of the nightclub, fittingly wrapped by the final few seconds of a calm piano’s keys clinking away against well-wound strings. As their last sounds roamed away into nothingness and finality chose to reign, the audience knew no other reaction than applause so well-deserved. This beautiful woman had hypnotized them with her skills, a beauty that seemed almost too much for life to encapsulate; how could they do anything but deliver her their praise? A lovely smile came their way in return, a small bow of gratitude at the gesture of kindness- and then departure from the stage that so suited her.
As the beautiful woman with ginger locks passed through the crowd, the hushed whispers of adoration rang clearly in her ears. No longer filled by the sound of music, how could she hope to keep them quiet? Their praise continued to fall before her, hushed words of wonder and delight at both herself and her performance. They were welcome, appreciated, and most assuredly good to hear; but to consider them the zenith of her evening would be untrue, despite the warmth that now came her way. Adagio Dazzle possessed a singular focus, a solitary vision that made her voice so wonderfully refined, and to that did she now stride. Let the unknowns heap their praises, the rabble remark of her loveliness; where her gleaming gaze rested was on something far more fair.
Adagio’s smile only deepened as it came to match that of her beloved; sitting perfectly centered amidst the crowd at a table meant just for two was Celestia, more beautiful and lovely than any in the crowd could hope to match. Older than herself, yes, but didn’t that maturity make her all the finer? Celestia’s beauty was a timeless thing, a willing sensuality that was made to echo her own. What Adagio wore, so there would be Celestia to be her perfect match. What countenance she carried, so too would this sunlit beauty. And if the dulcet siren found herself so apt to be amorous, then how lovely would their evenings be.
“You were perfect, as always,” Celestia said happily, a hand outstretched so as to greet her beautiful beloved. “It was a pleasure to hear you tonight.”
“Mmm… only because you were here, my sweet angel,” Adagio purred, taking Celestia’s awaiting hand in hers and planting a gentle kiss upon her softened fingers as she made to take her seat. “If you hadn’t been able to show up, heaven knows what I would have done.”
“I am always more than glad to be your muse,” the resplendent beauty said, gaze kept fixated upon the sultry form of her affectionate girlfriend; an odd match perhaps, but one she had no desire to remedy. Adagio had been so unwilling to let her slip through her fingers, so eager to hold her tight. And oh, how deeply she had desired it... “I hope that means a reward might come my way.”
“A reward? Why, you minx,” Adagio said, leaning over to meet her partner, “it will only be a taste of what awaits you tonight.” Their lips met so gently, a pristine sight of sweet beauty that would captivate those who dared to look upon them; such romance and affection was not for mortal eyes, too much for the common folk to see. When the beautiful siren took her place beside that gentlehearted goddess, they were locked away in a world all their own.
“Oh, my darling Adagio,” Celestia sighed as softened lips at last parted, “what did I ever do without you? I can never understand why you decided to stay with a tired old thing like me.”
“Tired? Old? Why, Cellie,” Adagio gasped at the remark, clearly distraught at such a callous blow. “You just haven’t seen yourself in that dress. I can hardly keep my hands off you.”
Celestia smiled; indeed she was beautiful to the eye, a fitting mermaid gown of deepest blue upon her form as to pair with her beloved songstress. Though perhaps not as voluptuous as her more youthful partner, what form the lovely woman possessed was fine indeed, slender and graceful to the eye. When comfortably nestled beside the curvaceous form or Adagio, the two were more than a perfect match; they were loveliness incarnate, a splendor of a bygone era. “I’m glad you think so,” she replied. “My sweet, you make a girl feel young again.”
“I hope more than just that.”
“Oh, so much more.” It was Celestia’s turn to see them come together, plump lips pressing firmly against their mate in a deep kiss far too lovely for mortal feeling. The softness of Adagio against her was heavenly, that intent and meaning with which the young beauty kissed. When Celestia found her lips ensnared in such passions, what else could she do but melt in her embrace? With Adagio she was loved, and so she loved in return. It was all she had ever really wanted.
“I hope you’re not too tired already,” the melodious siren murmured as their kiss came to a close, lovely eyes gleaming with a sultry mischief. “I’m free for the evening, and the night is young.”
“Ooh, am I invited to join you?” Celestia teased. “An evening with the city’s newest starlet, what an opportunity.”
“Tonight, and every night, my angel,” Adagio said. “After a long night’s effort, who else could make me feel so alive?”
Celestia beamed, youthful energies turned ready to smolder as the tempting words of her sweet siren rang in her ears. With nothing to hold them back and an evening’s private festivities now awaiting them, the two beauteous beings rose from their seats amidst the crowded lounge and took one another about the waist, hearts afire as they departed from hushed whispers and the quiet public to places much more discreet that would see them satisfied. Enough songs had been sung for the masses tonight, ballads made to tempt the unknowing; awaiting them lay a comfortably furnished bedroom in which they would frolic and love, smooth skin pressed deeply together as they made a brilliant music all their own.
The night carried on in a secluded corner of their world, far away from prying eyes and deeply bound beneath the tangle of form that saw them united; sights made better by touch, action heightened by the sound that came after, emotion turned to ecstasy by the depths of their feeling. Wearied bodies slickened by fluids fell against comfortable bedsheets, fiery kisses let their passions cool and become gentle; Adagio could only sigh as she felt the loving warmth of Celestia’s romantic affections, a magic all its own that had more than healed her hidden wounds. How could she be any more perfect, more willing to keep her strong? Their love was everything she had ever needed; heaven forbid anything ever try to take her sweet prize away.
You’re fine, she told herself, a calming tone to her inner monologue coming to life at the notice of her rapidly tapping sandal. It’s just an old friend. You’re not doing anything intense, you’re not under any pressure. Why not just relax? Sunset Shimmer held a finger to her neck and felt the rapid beat of her pulse beneath the skin, mocking her words more clearly than anything else could hope to match. She was more than just a little nervous, despite all her knowledge of the inbound scenario and the low stakes that came with it. See? Just more proof you need to relax. You’ll be no fun to talk to.
“Oh come on,” Sunset muttered. “This is supposed to be fun, it doesn’t have to mean anything.” It was the truth and the anxious woman knew it; this wasn’t a date, it was just an early lunch at a nearby café between friends, a time away from work and her normal habits. She hadn’t intended to make anything of it beyond just a pleasant social call. But as she knew too well, old feelings weren’t always easily buried beneath years of time away, no matter how many ways you tried to deny it. Sunset wanted this to be a date, wanted it to be more than just a simple social call. She’d spent more years than she wanted to admit dreaming about small moments like this, peaceful rendezvous that spoke to a happy romance between lovers. Even in her younger days she’d dreamed of it- just maybe not quite like this. “No,” she admitted after a fashion, “definitely not like this.”
“I hope I’m not too late.” The warm voice Sunset had been waiting for streamed through her ears, making her stomach twist and jerk upwards to take in the sight of Princes- no, Principa- no, just Celestia smiling down at her, reaching to pull away her seat and take a place at the table. “I know I’m probably running a few minutes behind. Getting away from school can be difficult during lunch hours.”
“N- no, you’re fine,” Sunset stammered, her smile perhaps a bit too wide as her companion joined her in the nestled corner at the café window. “I’ve only been here a few minutes myself, you’re more than OK. It’s good to see you!”
“And you,” Celestia replied. “It’s been quite a while since we talked last. You had just started working at UMC, am I right?”
“Yeah, it was,” Sunset said. “Thanks- so much, for your help with that, by the way. I know it’s just as a reference…”
Celestia’s smile was just as warm as ever, a softness of the features that spread across the entirety of her being and seemed to glow like the beams of sunlight in the morning. It was a sight that could make any heart melt, as far as Sunset was concerned. “I was more than happy to speak when they gave me a call. There would hardly be anyone better to join the research staff than you.”
Sunset felt a small flush creep up her face, her voice kept silent by the need to quell it’s growth. But she loved the sound of that silken voice, and the words that came with it- words of praise, meant for her! How could she not smile? “It’s been a great job,” she said. “Like, a really great one. It’s really hard and I’m kept really busy, but… it means something. Like I’m able to really make an impact. Does that make sense?”
“Of course it does!” Celestia assured her, pausing only for their drinks to be set before them. “You always had the talent, but maybe you didn’t always know how to make it matter. I’m glad to see that you chose to help people with that mind of yours.”
“Well, I…” Sunset hesitated; was this even something she should say? “I had you as a great example. You were able to help us kind of… you know, think things out. Figure out what to do with ourselves. I guess I wanted to do something like that, too. In my own way.”
It was the high praise, and even moreso for a dutiful schoolteacher who rarely ever saw the fruits of their labor. “Well, thank you very much. It’s good to see you again, Sunset.”
“You too.” Sunset’s smile was strong, her heart hammering away a bit too giddily within her chest, but she was in the midst of a moment that had been a continuous daydream. It was difficult not to enjoy so thoroughly.
It had been an awkward day when she had fully realized the depths of her feelings. Having a schoolgirl crush on your longtime teacher was a normal rite of passage for any young person, a check in the box that simply seemed to strike everyone at some point or another. But when Sunset realized she had come to possess that same depth of feeling for her mentor even into her adult years, the discomfort had been palpable. After all, the age gap was one thing- how were you supposed to get over the dynamic, become more than just student and teacher? It was a difficult scenario all on it’s own-
And made worse when she had discovered that those feelings were even stronger for her former mentor’s doppelganger. The shame had been so substantial that her first instinct had been little more than total denial. Romantic affection for Celestia, her former high school principal? That wasn’t just a regular session of unpleasant, but more akin to a full psychiatric workout. Denial had been her first instinct once realization had done its job; what had come next was dealt with in the dark in a much more discreet manner. Sunset had done everything she could to dispel such thoughts, rid herself of the feelings. But try as she might, there they remained- and burning more fiercely all the time. So they had come to today, her first attempt to reach out and reconnect. If she was even half as smart as she assumed she was, Sunset could see a little success here. A little flirting, a little brush of romance; small kindling to help set the sparks. It was too early to make the flames burn, but she could at least begin to try.
“So, umm… how- how have you been?” Sunset asked, picking away at a ripe cherry tomato in her salad. “I know it’s been ages since we last spoke.”
“It certainly has. I hope you weren’t trying to forget me,” Celestia remarked.
The poor woman gave a start. No way. “Forget- no, of course not! I was just- you know, I was still kind of a kid, and it’s just-”
Celestia laughed, the teasing sound like clear rain. “I understand. You get so eager to spread your wings and fly that you’re not looking back. Have things been treating you well?”
Sunset gave a small sigh of disappointment, but nodded all the same. “It has. I’ve been- well, working a lot. I keep up with the girls a little, but everyone’s just sort of gone their own way now. I was visiting with Pinkie just the other day.”
“That’s high school for you. Everyone suddenly has a different life and priorities,” Celestia said. “How did things go with Fluttershy? I remember you two had started dating just a couple months before graduation.”
A wry smile came in response. “Didn’t make it through the first year of college,” Sunset admitted. “It wasn’t- you know, messy, but it was too awkward to still hang out.”
Celestia’s smile remained, though tinged with her trademark sympathy. “I’m sorry, I know it’s never fun.”
Sunset shrugged. “It’s part of growing up. I’m glad it happened, even if it didn’t end perfectly,” she said. “I moved on, so did she- last I heard from Rarity, she was working at some animal rehab center on the west coast and loving every minute of it.”
“A wise way to look at it. You always were rather mature for your age.”
“The angry bully was your mature one?” Sunset inquired, more than a little skeptical.
“In… a fashion. You caught up quickly,” Celestia replied, not willing to give further ground. “I was more afraid that you’d always try to compare yourself to who you were rather than moving on.”
“I did for a while, really. Especially after Fluttershy and I broke up. But talking it out helped,” Sunset said. “I thought I’d done something wrong by making it end- I mean, I wasn’t perfect about it, but we both agreed to stop because it wasn’t going to be the best for either of us. And that was a good decision for her and me. I just figured a bad person would’ve tried something else.”
“And you’re definitely right. Not every person is compatible, so sometimes you have to just cut your ties and move on,” Celestia replied. “Goodness, you really are quite the wise young woman. I’m sure your wife adores you for it.”
Sunset laughed, intermingled with her bemusement and shame. “No, I’m… still single,” Sunset said, waving her bare finger for further proof. “I kept working, never really got around to it since. I don’t know.” It was the truth, save for the very last bit; Sunset knew full well why she was single, as well as what means she was taking to correct it. “I’d like to try my hand at dating again, though. I just want it to be with someone worthwhile.”
“They’d be more than lucky to have you,” Celestia said sweetly. “Smart, fashionable, and beautiful? That’s more than anyone could ask for.”
“Oh, stop! I’m just…” Sunset didn’t even attempt to hold back her blush, her smile embarrassed but brilliant. “What about you? You were always so dedicated to being a good teacher to all of us- did you just never make any time for dating life, or were you happy as is?”
Celestia’s serene countenance suddenly began to transform before the younger woman’s eyes, no longer tranquil but instead sly from a rush of thought and emotion. “Funny that you should mention it, really,” she said slowly.
Oh please no. Sunset could feel the cold horror in her bones, a sinking feeling in her stomach. Don’t say it, don’t say it…
“Have you heard of the jazz lounge over on Meeting? The Four Roses?”
Sunset nodded. Please no. “I know it’s gotten really popular lately…”
Celestia was trying to keep herself composed, but failing all the more with each passing second. She seemed ready to wriggle, simply stream with joy. “I was there about a year ago, and- well, I met someone.”
No!
“… And she is,” Celestia added, her face truly aglow, “the nightclub’s current singer.”
Sunset smiled in delight. You have got to be shitting me! Far too much planning had just found itself flushed away in the span of no more than ten seconds; with little other suitable options available to her, the horrorstruck woman could only be gregarious in return. “That’s great! I’m so happy for you, you really deserve someone who loves you.”
“She’s been wonderful. Truly, just- a blessing,” Celestia said, speaking with such a warmth that the sound of it made her companion’s heart twist. “A younger girl, your age if you must know. When she came up to me that very first night, I thought I was being made fun of. But oh my…”
Her smile remained, but Sunset knew it was starting to strain. She was doing her best to be happy for the woman she liked, but to hear of her sexual exploits by the hands of another was not on her list of enjoyable activities. “Well it certainly sounds like you’ve had a good time,” Sunset remarked. “I hope I’m not causing you two any trouble, what with meeting you like this.”
“Hmm? Oh, of course not!” Celestia replied. “Neither of us are hardly the jealous type, she wouldn’t worry. In fact, it would be lovely if the three of us were able to meet up again sometime soon.”
“I’d like that.” Half-true, at the very least; time to accept her feelings weren’t going to be reciprocated, and at least form a genuine friendship rather than simply ghosting away. “I’m free this Sunday, how about I come by the lounge for drinks? It’ll be my treat.”
“You’re sweet, but Sunday’s actually a day off,” Celestia said. “Why not let us treat you? You can come by the house and we’ll have a little get-together. I haven’t hosted any sort of formal dinner party in a while, if you’d give me the excuse…”
“Sure, I can do that. How does seven sound?”
“Seven sounds wonderful,” the sun-kissed woman’s visage aglow with anticipation. “I’m sorry we can’t chat longer, but I do need to start heading back to work.”
Sunset shook the apology away. “I totally understand, I’ll see you both Sunday! And thanks for joining me!” A smile and a wave were gifted to one another as each woman made their goodbyes, friendly to the last as the warmhearted educator headed towards her awaiting car and soon departed. Her once-companion continued to keep eyes upon the one she pined for until not even the tail of her vehicle could be seen; no longer able to be caught, Sunset’s cheery expression promptly fell away and from her lips came a long, disappointed groan.
At least she’d been shut down right from their first meeting. No long wait for confession, no embarrassing denial, nothing at all but a simple catching up between friends that had burst the poor girl’s bubble before it had even been filled. Of all the dratted luck, Sunset grumbled mutely. Damn it all… so much for this turning out to be a date. It could have gone worse, that much she knew, but she wasn’t going to call this a desired outcome. And now I’ve got an evening with Celestia and her girlfriend. I can manage that without being a spoilsport, can’t I?
Sunset’s thoughts towards the future screeched to a halt, flitting back to the past and filtering through the entirety of their conversation. “Did she even mention her girlfriend’s name?” Her analytical mind combed through their shared words, trying to recall the name she had never heard and finding nothing. I wonder why she didn’t say.
Adagio was always the one in control when it came time to frolic beneath the sheets. By her words and actions did she control the tempo, keeping she and her beloved Celestia in perfect rhythm. Lovemaking was an art form, one the two had easily perfected under the siren’s dutiful command. Deprived of magic and long lost from the days when she could leech it away, this new sort of potency that came with physical intimacy was more than enough to satisfy. A little fame, a little wealth, and more than enough adoration to keep her strong and sated. Why ask for more, when this was enough to live the rest of her life so comfortably?
Of course, Adagio knew how to keep her lover satisfied; after all, she couldn’t just simply take and take without end, could she? Maybe a part of her had softened, perhaps a reflection of Celestia’s love for her. Did she echo that love in return? If asked, she would certainly say yes- in her own fashion, for her own reasons. Celestia was more than enough to keep her happy, so the sultry siren did what she could to offer the same. When it came to the moments after, when exhaustion came forth in gasping breaths and wearied forms spent by joyous labor, the united flesh of the two women would relax together in peace. Celestia was by far the chattier of the two after their bouts of passion, the more eager to speak and simply cuddle together happily; seeing as how content it made her, Adagio saw no reason to disrupt such an action.
Tonight, however, with words filtering out into the open air, the commanding beauty found herself struggling to keep her composure.
“Sunset Shimmer, you say?” Adagio echoed, trying not to betray any sense of fear at the sound of the name. “Why, what an unexpected thing to hear.”
Celestia, well-nestled beside Adagio’s bare form, became curious. “You knew her?”
“College. We shared a dorm together for a little while,” Adagio replied; as far as anyone was concerned, the memories of younger days never existed and Celestia may as well think the same. “I remember her well. Quite strong-willed.”
“She certainly was as a younger girl,” Celestia admitted, “Such a fire in her heart- for the longest time, she clashed with quite a few of my students. But a lovely woman nowadays, very kindhearted and pleasant.”
“Then I’ll be glad to have her as our guest,” Adagio said warmly, though her mind raced to the potential fallout of such a meeting. Not one she had anticipated or even planned for, with no shortage of things that could go wrong. It would be a very dangerous confrontation if she didn’t have some sort of plan. “I’m guessing everything went well at lunch, then?”
“It was wonderful to catch up. I don’t always get to see my students later on in life, so it was nice to see how things have gone for her. I was shocked when she called me out of the blue, but she said it would mean a lot to catch up and say hello after all these years.”
Adagio grinned. “There, you see? That just proves it.”
Celestia was left puzzled. “Proves what?”
“You’re just too irresistible, all the young ladies can’t keep away from a woman like you,” Adagio teased.
Celestia gave an embarrassed laugh, heightened all the more as her lover leaned in to place a pair of kisses upon her neck. “Oh, stop! How I ever was lucky enough to meet you…”
“Mmm, but I bet I’m not wrong,” Adagio countered, her mind now racing as the barest form of a plan began to reveal itself in her mind. It was a gamble, and would go horribly wrong if her guess wasn’t correct, but there was a way she could prevent a disaster. “Why else would she try to reconnect? She’s single, seeking you out- and I can hardly blame her.”
The resplendent woman flushed and shook her head, unable to withstand the teasing. “I truly doubt someone as lovely as Sunset would want to waste her time on me.”
“Oh? But I’m lovely- don’t I love you?” Adagio pressed, leaning in closer and trying to keep her beloved spellbound. “Don’t I hunger for you, spend every day waiting to have you in my arms? To feel you pressed against me, so sweet and close?”
Celestia couldn’t keep a straight face, bashful from the heaping praise of her lover and the suggestion that yet another young woman might be pining for her affections. “I always did say you could pick someone better.”
“But I couldn’t,” Adagio whispered. Before there could be a protest, the beautiful woman took hold of Celestia and pressed her down against the mattress, sliding atop her form and keeping her motionless. “I picked the best, and little Miss Sunset’s crush on you just proves it.”
“And if she does have a crush on me?” Celestia breathed, seemingly torn between conversation and the plump lips that now rested just beyond reach of her own. “I must have left her heartbroken today.”
Adagio gave a small, soft smile that spoke of mischief in the making. “Hmm… you sound like you wish you could change that.”
Celestia’s eyes flew wide. “Dagi!”
“Did you think she was pretty, Cellie?” Adagio purred. “You said she was lovely.” She wanted to dig deeper, learn as much as she could. If she could set the stage well enough, then the weekend might offer more than she could dare to hope for.
Confused and now a different form of shamefaced, Celestia’s gaze flitted away. “She- I’m sorry, Dagi… please don’t be mad.”
“It’s alright. I’m not mad,” Adagio said sweetly, a slow kiss upon Celestia’s lips to prove it. “I don’t feel bad when you think other women are pretty.”
Celestia remained uncomfortable, but smiled in gratitude as relief began to filter in. She loved Adagio, positively adored her; the thought of some silly attraction to anyone else ruining that was awful to imagine. “Can I make it up to you?”
“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Adagio replied. But still came the kisses, across fair features and teasing Celestia’s eagerly awaiting lips over and over as the sensuous siren caressed her prize everywhere else: a brush of her neck, a nibble of the ear, a soft peck upon the forehead. Anywhere but the lips that so desperately craved for her affections, needed their touch as though life depended on it. Celestia was struggling each time she passed by, eyes clouding with desperation the longer she was left bereft.
“Dagi,” Celestia breathed. “I promise I’m sorry…”
“You’re more than forgiven, my angel,” Adagio murmured, a slow kiss upon the cheek. “You don’t need to feel bad.” Another nibble of the ear, sliding down to a long lick of her neck-
Hands took hold of her face and brought her in for a desperate, passionate kiss that made even Adagio struggle not to swoon. The passion with which Celestia loved, the depth of her infatuation! Adagio’s skills of temptation had ensnared her deeply, made her besotted, and now the benefits were almost more than she could handle. The feel of Celestia’s lips upon hers, that slow pressing gesture she knew so well-! The siren complied and opened wide, her beauteous beloved pulling upon her tongue and suckling away as though it held the sum of all love and life in the world.
A gesture cut short far too soon, by Celestia’s standards; Adagio pulled away from those eager lips and let their trail fall upon their naked forms. Sitting atop the waist of her hungering prize, her own lustful gaze was mere child’s play compared to the smoldering passion that had transfigured the other. “Please don’t keep me away,” Celestia pleaded, holding to her partner tight as though afraid she might flee. “I know you’re mad-”
“Mad?” Adagio teased. “Another pretty young thing wants you for herself, but you come rushing right back to me. Oh, my sweet Celestia, you know how that makes me feel?” She began to slide back even further, coming to a kneeling position and beginning to spread trembling legs wide. “So very turned on.”
Adagio took the plunge and heard the first glorious cry; they always knew how to make such beautiful music together.
Hot Summer Nights, Part II
The thought hadn’t left since the moment of its birth. Not when the day passed and came to an end at the behest of moonrise, not when the weekend crept by in a wearied blur, not when Sunday came around at last and she began to prepare herself for the necessities of departure. As Sunset showered and let her mind drift away in the soothing heat, still her mind pondered the very question she had yet to see answered: just who was Celestia dating, and why hadn’t she mentioned her girlfriend’s name? It probably wasn’t much of anything that required concern, but something about it simply felt odd to Sunset’s mind. After all, it was only a name; why wasn’t that something Celestia would simply say? It was almost as though she was intentionally hiding something.
She probably just didn’t mention it, and that’s that, Sunset counseled herself, half-wishing she would get back to shampooing her hair; she had somewhere to be soon. She wasn’t being evasive or anything like that. She just didn’t mention the name of the woman she’s been with.
But then came in another thought steadily rushing the opposite direction, more than eager to keep her occupied: she said it was someone my age. What if it’s somebody I know? I’ll laugh if it ends up being Applejack or something. It was a mystery, and one she found interesting for more reasons than one. If she could only get herself to relax and let it go. After all, Sunset admitted wryly, you know darn well what’s really bothering you about not knowing.
The thought slid away as she tended to her clothing, slipping her lovely figure into the warm violet softness of her chosen mermaid gown. More focus was needed on ensuring the look was proper, smoothing away wrinkles and checking herself in the mirror as best she could to assure everything was well. For all intents and purposes, Sunset believed herself to appear lovely; the dress kept tightly, but not uncomfortably, to her cared-for physique, complimenting her mild curves and fair bust with a high slit on her right leg that allowed just enough of her smooth skin to glow in soft light. She possessed graceful features, even if her body wasn’t quite as sumptuous as Celestia’s; dressing to impress wasn’t too bad here.
And there we go, she groaned quietly. You’re not really worried about who Celestia’s with, you just wish it was you. Sunset knew full well that jealousy was the single biggest issue at work here, part of her worried that it would try to factor itself into tonight’s merriment. She was reconnecting with a friend, not being gloated over by a cruel rival. If the only reason she had for accepting the invitation was to be troublesome, then it would be better if she didn’t attend at all. If you really care about Celestia, then be happy for her; look at how much her face lit up when she was talking about her girlfriend. That matters more than your own bitterness about being too slow.
Sunset guessed she would struggle once or twice before night’s end, but she was determined not to be a poor sport about her own shortcomings. She was glad for the woman she adored, and tonight they would celebrate as friends- mature, at peace, and genuinely happy. It was a mindset she had utilized a time or two before, even if it did take time to sink itself in. By the time Sunset found herself in the car, it had begun to solidify; when she came to a halt before Celestia’s comfortable abode, it had cemented. There were so many reasons why it would be an enjoyable evening.
A knock, and a pause to wait; moments passed by before the door swung open to reveal Celestia there at the threshold, beautifully dressed in a red gown of her own that almost left the younger woman reeling. The beauty of this woman! Just as graceful as the counterpart Sunset had known as a girl, brimming with that soft elegance of higher bearing- yet still alight with a warmth, a light in her eyes that spoke of a decent heart and good character. The dark-haired woman struggled to contain her butterflies, trying her best not to gush over the woman she prized. It wasn’t her place, despite the desire to be so.
“Hello!” Celestia said, her smile instantaneous and making her guest melt. “Come on in, it’s still so hot outside. Feel free to make yourself at home…”
“Thanks,” Sunset said in a hurried breath, forcing herself not to ogle Celestia’s form as she strode through the door. She could see every curve, the shape of those luscious breasts that lay concealed beneath beautiful fabric. She was beautifully, painfully gorgeous, and the hunger within the young woman’s heart was now well ignited; Sunset was going to struggle with just how much she desired this woman. “I hope I’m not too early.”
“Nonsense, you’re fine!” Celestia said airily, “I just finished getting ready, you’ve got perfect timing. Come, have a seat. Would you like anything to drink?”
“What do you have?”
“Well,” Celestia began, “I did go out this afternoon and bought a bottle of merlot to go along with dinner-”
“Ooh, that does sound nice-”
“So for right now there’s a jug of ice water on the coffee table, or I have some bourbon in the kitchen. Take your pick.”
“Bourbon, if you don’t mind,” Sunset answered.
Celestia glowed, perfectly pleased to play the hostess. “I’ll be right back.”
Sunset kept her smile up until the very moment her companion disappeared out of sight, waiting for the last thread of those heavenly locks to disappear from sight before collapsing into her hands with a groan. Why did I agree to this?! Sunset bemoaned. Look at her, how are you going to be able to resist? I’ve never seen her be more beautiful in all my life- I could just take her right here and now, I can hardly stand it! She had taken note of every facet of Celestia’s appearance as best she could, wishing that such actions weren’t habit; the shapeliness of her figure, the silkiness of her skin, how utterly irresistible were the appearance of her lips-
“I am gonna die,” Sunset whispered, and her pounding heart knew it to be true.
“Here we are,” Celestia announced, setting down an iced glass before her guest and turning to take a seat with her own darkened cup in hand. “Enjoy.”
“I will, thanks,” Sunset, clearing her throat and taking a shaky sip of the alcohol; smooth and strong, just like the beauteous being who had given it to her. “You look great, by the way! I should have said that right when I came in.”
“So do you! Violet really is your color,” Celestia remarked, giving her guest a quick glance-over that made the besotted woman tremble. “Now who would’ve guessed that fiery young girl I once taught could be such an elegant lady?”
“I guess I followed your example,” Sunset replied. “No wonder your girlfriend adores you so-” the memory of their last conversation came back into conscious form, as well as the mystery surrounding it. “Actually, now that I think about it, where is she? Just not arrived yet?”
“Oh, no, she’s just upstairs finishing getting ready,” Celestia said with a quick jerk of her head towards the stairs. “I’m usually a little faster, that’s all. She’ll be down in a minute.”
And still no mention of her name, Sunset thought. “So does she stay here with you, or..?”
The warmhearted woman nodded. “I’ll admit, I… needed a little convincing at first. I couldn’t imagine why someone so young and lovely would be so intent on being with me, so I was hesitant. But I could be persuaded.”
Sunset smiled, trying not to groan. Celestia was too humble for her own good, more worried over her age than she needed to be. Who wouldn’t want to be with someone this beautiful, years be damned? “I’m sure it’s been lovely. Who wouldn’t be happy to have you as theirs?”
“Oh, not you too,” Celestia said, waving away the compliment. “I’m just a silly old girl who got lucky, that’s all. I’m a little too far along in life to be anything special.”
“I must disagree,” said a honeyed voice that slithered down from above, “I knew you were nothing short of perfect, Cellie. Why else would I be so obsessed with you?”
A sudden click in her brain. Sunset’s mind flew back across years of time to a moment almost totally forgotten, of darkened days when all of who she was had nearly faded away into the gray nothing of empty despair. She recalled that alluring tone, the poisoned words it had spoken and just how easily it had deceived unwitting minds. It had only been for a short while, but the memory of that near-defeat still loomed large, believed to be cast out and left to rot in the depths of the dark. But now there it was yet again, and Sunset knew there could only be one person in the universe who possessed such a lovely, lilted voice- and that someone was an enemy.
Celestia turned her gaze upwards toward the top of the stairs, her face coming alight with a breathless fervor. “Dagi,” she murmured, “you look simply amazing.”
No. Sunset couldn’t believe this was happening, not now. After so many years, thinking that she was long gone –if not long dead! But striding down the stairs towards them was Adagio Dazzle, magnificently dressed in a jet-black minidress with matching heels and gazing down at Celestia with no small amount of desire. It was as though every horribly imagined scenario was now transpiring before her eyes, every possible unwanted outcome that she had dismissed as little more than jealous nonsense had become real. It couldn’t be true, couldn’t possibly be- yet there she was all the same.
“Well, I had to keep you interested,” Adagio said, happily meeting Celestia in an embrace as arms went about a slender waist. “Heaven knows I can’t pull off an elegant look as good as you can. I hope you don’t mind sexy.”
“Mmm, not at all,” Celestia purred. The resplendent woman leaned in close, seeking out her desired prize-
Sunset wished she had looked away; anything to avoid enduring this nightmare any further. But whether it be horror or just simple shock, the dumbstruck woman could only stare as Adagio met Celestia in a soft, sultry kiss that was far too passionate and lasted too long. They both seemed to hunger for it, long for one another in such a carnal fashion; hands gripped down into fabric as they sought flesh, a muffled coo from Celestia’s lips as her heart melted at the touch. And as Adagio simply let their sapphic embrace continue so contentedly, her eyes opened and found their aghast houseguest still gawking, rigid as a statue. And so she gave a swift wink, teasing and playful.
Sunset found her will once again as her cheeks flushed a violent red, averting her gaze so as not to endure the torture any longer. She was in the nest of a predator, the woman she loved had been brainwashed, and this entire night had been a concocted trap. I never thought it would actually be this bad…
But then came the more intrusive, less welcome thought. God, Celestia can kiss! She and Adagio are- it was a thought not to entertain, not even for a heartbeat.
The lustful couple broke apart slowly, desperate to savor their last few seconds united. Still did they look upon each other, eyes smoldering with an inflamed passion that wished to be sated here and now; it would be so easy to simply head to the bedroom and free themselves of their clothing, to melt into one another and make the warm night so exquisitely steamy, especially easy with the help of such desirable company…
“Oh, I’m sorry, Sunset,” Celestia said, turning from the delectable prize still in her arms and facing her guest. “I know it’s been a while, but do you remember Adagio? She said you knew each other in college for a little while.”
College? Sunset was more flummoxed than she thought she’d be. Celestia was well off by a few years- did she even remember her own first encounter with the foul siren at all? It was as if the old memory had been supplanted by something new. Something far more pleasant than reality, the young woman remarked. Oh Celestia, what has she done to you? Is any of this your own will at all?
“It’s great to see you again,” Adagio added, that heavenly voice bent towards Sunset and accompanied by a dazzling smile. “It’s been ages since we talked last, it’ll be great to catch up. And my apologies if we were awkward- Cellie knows I can hardly keep my hands off of her.”
This is mockery. She had to watch the lovesick couple hold to each other a little longer, their embrace wrapped with giggles and the tracings of beauteous figures. To see Celestia with such a viper was bad enough- but that very same snake was showboating her prize, eager to crow about this strange victory. Sickening mockery.
“I hope you came here hungry,” Celestia said. “Everything should be just about ready, if you’d only join us in the dining room.”
“It’ll all be delicious, Cellie’s a wonderful cook,” Adagio added. “And since I can hardly wait myself… shall we, my angel?” With an arm about her waist, the proud siren waltzed away with her prized victim to where a poisonous meal awaited, enjoying herself just as much as Celestia was enjoying the blatant romantic affection.
Sunset wondered if she should just run. Flee before she too was caught up in the mire of this woman’s deception. But Celestia was already here, ensnared with no means of escape. Someone would have to be her rescuer, and that someone looked like it might have to be Sunset. This is going to be a long night, she warned herself. Right now, play along. If you get a chance to be with either one of them alone, use it. It’ll only be a brief moment when it comes.
It could have been a pleasant meal if it hadn’t been shared with someone so villainous. Sunset endured the presence of a very contented, gloating Adagio for far longer than she could have believed her patience would endure, especially when what made the siren’s personal circumstances so pleasurable was something that she herself so deeply desired. It was painful every time she had to hear about their joyous experiences together, to see every sappy glance and intended gesture. And their continuous string of kisses- the poor houseguest had to fight hard not to shudder at the sight of them, the affection within them so painfully obvious; Celestia adored Adagio with all of her heart, and was seemingly given the same in return. And seeing as their romantic feelings for one another needed to be expressed so often, the long dinner felt more akin to an eternity.
“So how did you end up working as the singer for The Four Roses?” Sunset asked, poised over a half-drunken glass of wine. “I remember the last time we talked your last audition didn’t go so well.” Was the personal dig a wise one? Perhaps not, but after enduring far too long a period of Adagio making eyes with the woman she wanted, her patience was beginning to wear thin.
Adagio, however, seemed utterly unfazed by the remark. “And you remember rightly,” she said. “What a low day that was. Would you believe me if I said I started taking lessons? Even a little voice therapy was quite helpful.”
She hadn’t considered the possibility that such a thing would help heal a voice laden with magic. “And I’m guessing the results were good?”
“Like the voice of an angel,” Celestia answered. “You’ll have to swing by some weekend and hear for yourself. You’ll be mesmerized.”
Oh I bet.
“Only because you’re there to hear me,” Adagio replied, rewarding the compliment with a kiss to her girlfriend’s cheek. “All my songs are meant for a lover, you remember. Who else would I want to sing them to?”
It was getting all painfully unbearable to hear, and continuing on for far too long. Sunset knew Adagio was mocking her, but did this really have to continue? “Get a room, you two,” Sunset said in what she hoped was a teasing note. “You’re both positively gooey, aren’t you?”
“Hmm… she does have a point,” Celestia mused. A moment of silence before she turned to Adagio and asked, “Do I embarrass you with my talk? I know I’m probably a little much.”
“Not even close, darling,” Adagio purred. “I know just how you feel; all I ever want to think about is you.”
Celestia rolled her eyes as a wisp of a giggle escaped her lips. “Flatterer.”
“Is that so? You’re sitting next to me in that dress and you think I’m not distracted?”
“Is it alright if I feel the same?”
“I wouldn’t wish for anything else,” came the sultry whisper, the two closing that miniscule gap once again and letting their lips find rest in one another, a deepened act of affection that so easily elicited a coo from the older woman’s heart.
Sunset wanted to gag. This was so intentionally cruel.
They parted far more slowly than before, only for Celestia to go back for a second- and then a third, clearly eager to keep her lips busy with pleasuring Adagio’s. As the fourth came to an end, the sunlit woman took a hurried gasp of air and she held a hand to her chest. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment,” she said in a breathless voice, quickly disappearing from sight.
It was the first moment Sunset had been given to be alone with her antagonist, and one that came too quickly for her to properly know what to do. Was she supposed to leap over the table and try to strangle the smug siren? After watching Adagio keep earning Celestia’s affections all evening, the thought wasn’t unappealing. But in silence did they both sit, Adagio still all smiles as though all the history of hardship and hate between them was little more than petty teenage nonsense.
“I hope you like the wine,” Adagio said, the first to break the spell. “Cellie and I are a little preferential to reds; such a romantic flavor, don’t you think?”
She hadn’t expected such a comfortable, casual tone. Sunset’s first reaction was surprise. “I know what you’ve done,” Sunset managed at last, her mind moving faster than her mouth could keep up with. “I know what you’re doing.”
Adagio’s eyes flashed, but not with malice; her smile only deepened. “Oh, I deeply doubt you do,” she remarked. A slow examination across the length of Sunset’s figure, clearly taking her time with this physical assessment. “Ooh, she was right. You really are pretty.”
What? Sunset recoiled, flush-faced from the unexpected compliment. “Hey!”
“I wanted to agree with her, you know,” Adagio said. “I just had to make sure for myself. I hope you don’t mind.”
“This isn’t going to-”
“Apologies for the sudden exit,” Celestia said, returning to the dining room and appearing a little more composed than before. “Might we adjourn to the living room? I think we’ll be a bit more comfortable there.”
Adagio took the hand of her beloved and was happily led away, leaving Sunset to follow behind in no small state of confusion. The siren was up to something, but the young woman wasn’t quite so sure as to what anymore. She thought this was just all contemptuous gloating- but it might just involve her.
If it were possible, their time in the living room was even worse than the dinner table, no space in between the two lovers as they joined themselves together upon the couch for Sunset to look upon with envy. Adagio was more than happy to see herself atop Celestia’s lap with her arms about the graceful woman’s neck, perfectly eager to continuously dote affection upon her beloved with every chance she was given. Sometimes it was nothing more than a kiss on the cheek, other times it was one graced upon soft lips. A touch, a feel, a caress of flesh and form that was more than suggestive; it was all unbearable to watch, made all the worse by the willingness of Celestia to give every ounce of affection in return. The two were obsessed with one another, perhaps even embarrassingly so. Their lives, if not the entirety of their world, were focused upon one another.
As the acting third wheel and possessing more than a little jealousy, Sunset could hardly stand it. This was just unnaturally cruel, especially as her own partaking of alcohol was doing wonders to loosen her lips. Wine had always made her a little more gregarious than other liquors could manage, and she was being egged on just as the two lovebirds were doing to one another. As the evening wore on and the sky turned dark, the three finely-dressed women found themselves pleasantly inebriated and just the right amount of tipsy. A small buzzing in the brain and still plenty of self-control, enough for mood to be contented but not overwhelming the senses.
“I just- gosh, I just get a little jealous. You know?” Sunset said, more speaking to her wineglass than to anyone in particular. “It’s been years since I was with Fluttershy, and I’ve really been wanting to fix that. You know? You just get so lonely, and you really start hating not feeling someone right next to you, and…” Her sigh came as one morose, a pitiable thing that spoke clearly of her solitude. It was nice to at last be able to see it relieved from her shoulders, a small weight that she had hoped would be extinguished by the comforting presence of one particular other.
A glance up and she saw her companions doing their best to ignore her, though likely unintentionally. Adagio and Celestia were again entranced by each other, holding one another tightly as their kiss descended from the realms of casual romanticism and into something far more passionate. The sweet, sultry, beautiful sight was a youthful passion, turned fiery by red wine and sensuous garments meant to entice, the siren gladly stroking the older woman’s cheek as Celestia allowed her hand to find a solitary breast and give it a loving squeeze.
Sunset’s mood was a conflicted one, but the immediate reaction was something more close to awe. “Wow,” she muttered, wondering which of the two looked more desirable. Adagio was more lovely than she wanted to admit, but Celestia could kiss! Oh, the thought of those lips finding her own with the same weight of passion, just as eager to taste her own flavor as she would certainly be in return. The young woman could almost imagine it-
And then a growing bit of sobriety took hold and found herself repulsed. “I can leave, if you need me to,” Sunset added with a huff. Adagio, you arrogant, beautiful ass.
The lovesick couple broke apart slowly, perhaps keen on taking up their guest’s offer. Each was eyeing one another with clear intention, impossible to mistake their desire; as if to make it –better? Worse?- those lustful glances darted over to Sunset every now and then, perhaps debating if there was more to offer than just a display of affection.
“Dagi, I…” Celestia was struggling even more than she had at the dinner table, her expression clouded and desperate for further. “I can’t wait much longer. Please…”
Oh come on! This is mean! Sunset’s mind roared.
Adagio smiled sweetly, kissing her lover’s fingers and sliding away from her place atop her lap. “Go relax for a minute, my sweet,” she suggested. “I know it’s been hard these past few days.”
Celestia slipped away more slowly this time, a side-eyed glance at Sunset as she departed. The feeling of it upon her skin made the young woman tremble; there was intent within that gaze, a strange sort of hunger. She didn’t know if she liked it, though a great deal of her certainly wanted to.
“She’s so sweet,” Adagio remarked, well and focused upon her trapped guest. “I’ve been wanting someone like her for years. You can’t even imagine how wonderful she feels.”
“Trust me, I’d really like- oh will you stop?! This is just mean,” Sunset snarled, turning from her roiling emotions towards what she knew required her focus. “What are you doing here? Why her, what are you after?”
Adagio grinned as though relieved they were coming to the point at last. “Would you believe me if I said that I was after revenge, using Celestia as a means to claim you all as my sex slaves for the rest of time?” she inquired sweetly.
It was almost a little too on the nose. “... Yes, I would,” Sunset admitted hesitantly.
“And so would I, truth be told. However, I no longer have the inclination to seek you out. Why bother, when I have what I need?” came the retort. It at least seemed true enough, the sultry siren more than perfectly comfortable in her place amidst Celestia’s abode.
But that was too simple, too easy an answer- and definitely out of character. “Are- you actually love her?” The young woman said. “But that’s not you! What does she gain you, you were always after power!”
One question at a time, please,” Adagio said, dropping her more sensuous manner and gaining some measure of seriousness. “Now, how to begin… Yes, I most definitely love her- in whatever way a siren can, I think I do. As to why I decided to not seek you out earlier and enslave you all, well… I simply chose to be lazy. My life is a pampered one, why would I want to give effort? Through her, I have everything I need.”
“You can sing again,” Sunset said.
“I can. No magic within my voice, but I can certainly sing again.”
“Then how come she doesn’t remember you? I did just fine, but-”
“Oh, a little of this, a little of that. Not all magic requires the spoken word, don’t you remember?” Adagio countered. “I found her when she was vulnerable, hoping for exactly what I could give her. She was the perfect catch.”
She spoke of love, but every word that came after sounded just like brainwashing and manipulation to her opponent. Sunset scowled, trying to force her comfortable senses to take hostile action. “Then let her go,” she breathed, taking a stand in order to take focus. “Let her be free, why bring me into this? I won’t let you just gloat like this.”
Adagio smiled. “No. I won’t let her go. I love her, don’t you remember that?”
“You can’t possibly- it’s not part of you, how dare-”
“She likes you, you know.”
Now that hadn’t been expected at all. Sunset took a step back, blushing red and left confused. “What? Why bring that up? As far as I know you’re lying!”
“Oh, because she told me so,” Adagio answered mildly. “She was so embarrassed about it, so ashamed. She thought it was cheating to find you attractive; I couldn’t have that. So I thought to myself… ‘Why not let her have what she wants?’”
Sunset had wondered if she was walking into a trap from the very moment she’d seen Adagio strutting down those stairs. Now she was absolutely certain of it. “You’re not saying this…”
“I think she’s quite right, too. Cellie has every reason to like you,” Adagio said. “A smart, caring, beautiful young woman like yourself? She’d be crazy not to want you. So I want her to have you; to love you, to make you squirm and moan with pleasure… it’ll be a dream come true, won’t it?”
An understatement, and a potent one. Sunset had desired it, dreamed of it, imagined it for more days than she would ever want to admit. The idea of she and Celestia so deeply intertwined that they would be nothing more than one flesh, united by the most primal acts of carnal passion was something beyond any thought of glorious happiness. And now it was being offered to her in complete and total abandon- but from a whispering serpent, a viper poised to strike. There had to be a catch.
“And why would you offer me that?” Sunset demanded.
“Because it will make her happy,” came the simple answer. “And it will turn me on. Can’t a girl ask for something simple?”
“But there’s more than that… isn’t there?”
The siren tilted her head this way and that. “Oh, perhaps. Just something a little small, a tiny little detail. In case you needed to know.”
“Which is?”
The beauteous siren’s eyes flashed bright. “That you belong to me, too. For as long as you live.”
And there it was; the bargain had been put out into the open, made clear and painfully difficult to resist. Sunset was being offered the chance to have the very thing in all the world she wanted most, yet with a string so painfully attached that it would surely doom her. Just as Celestia was left crazed, obsessed for her young lover so would she be, a part of her lost in the fires of smoldering lust. It was a most delectable, desirable deal, yet a deal with the devil. She couldn’t even begin to figure out how to make a decision.
Adagio, however, was not in a mood to be patient. “Then we’ll settle this simply,” she said. “Oh Cellie? Darling? Can you come here, please? I think we need a word.”
Oh no. Oh no, no, no, no, no…
Celestia appeared from the depths of the house yet again, unable to have composed herself and struggling with her own sexual desires, eyes darting between her two young and eager paramours. “Yes, Dagi? I was just about to set out the dessert, is something the matter-”
“I think dear Sunset has a bit of a confession to make, but she’s just too sweet and shy to come out and say it,” Adagio continued. “You see, she finds you and I so very, very attractive. So much that she wishes she could be with us both. Isn’t that nice? And you were just telling me the other day of how pretty you thought she was.
Celestia clearly hadn’t expected such a statement, shifting between the two younger women and appearing flummoxed, a pleasant sort of bashful as though she couldn’t believe her good fortune. “I… Dagi, I didn’t think you were serious…”
I’m not made for this! Sunset cried, wishing someone would come to her rescue. I can’t escape this, I can’t!
“Oh, I most certainly was, my darling,” Adagio replied. “You know I love you so, and you so desperately wanted to have a little fun. So why don’t we? We’re all very interested in one another, and we’re all adults. I’d love to see you enjoy yourself, sweet Cellie. I can hardly imagine how much fun it will be for you.”
Celestia was blushing a fiery red, her body turned to face their beauteous guest despite her seeming hesitancy. “I didn’t think… but are you sure you’re OK with it?”
“I am most definitely sure,” the tempting siren purred, leaning forward and eyeing the both of them hungrily. “We’ve teased poor Sunset a bit too much tonight… be nice, and give her a little relief.”
Sunset could only stand there. There before her, dressed in crimson and more beautiful than she had ever seen her was the love of her life, Celestia adorned in all the finery that any potent fantasy could ever imagine. She was there, willing to be taken and loved, to be ravished by Sunset’s own ravenous passions. It was everything she’d wanted, but now a piece of bait upon a hook meant to take her away. She most desperately wanted to, but could not.
“Go on, Sunset,” Adagio whispered, “Kiss her. She’s waiting.”
Sunset waited- and then plunged. Unable to resist the very thing she wanted more than anything else on this earth, the fiery woman took hold of Celestia and overwhelmed her with a storm of ferocious, hungering kisses that nearly set the lip-locked couple to staggering. All of her repressed emotions welled up and aid her strength, Sunset positively throwing herself atop Celestia as their union ran wild. Hands ran across fabric and flesh, through hair and beneath clothing as the desperate woman was just as wonderfully met by her equally desirable companion. The evening’s long tension had kept both women at bay, Sunset unsatisfied and Celestia kept enflamed- the very fact that they could be given relief at last had pushed them to a frenzy.
As Sunset slammed her partner into the wall, she felt Celestia’s smooth leg hike up, awaiting her hand to keep balance; so it came and held fast, the older woman supporting herself with arms well-wrapped about the beautiful redhead’s neck, each more concerned with the continued tasting of one another. Why settle for just lips, when the tongue offered so much to each other? There was no hesitancy, no escalation of emotions at play; each wild movement one made was ravenously met by the other, each desperate huff that filtered through muffled lips soon swatted away by another lick. It felt so good, so glorious, a palpable relief to the soul itself.
But Sunset still knew, even as she felt euphoria roar through her mind, that she was lost. “I’m- mm! sorry,” she said in gasping huffs between kisses. She had wanted to be her beloved’s rescuer, yet was now doomed to drown alongside her. “I didn’t- mmf... MMM…”
“Ooh, don’t be,” Celestia breathed, her voice husky; a sudden pull away that left Sunset leaning forward for more- and then a return, plucking forth her beauteous partner’s tongue for a swift sucking, a rapid rhythm back and forth born of frenzied passions.
Sunset’s protests returned to the back of her mind and were forced to remain there, kept at bay by the brilliant pleasure that was now bestowed upon her tongue; why would she want anything but this for the rest of her life? Celestia felt wonderful, so full of that same desperate fire, a craving for love. It was all she had ever asked for. And now I want more!
“Oh god,” Sunset moaned, losing more and more inhibition with each passing moment. “I’ve got- take off your dress! Undress right now!”
Celestia was released from her grip and the two women separated for what little time they were willing to spare, hands fumbling for shoulder straps and zippers so as to free themselves from the clutches of their clothing. As naked flesh finally flowed freely and the two regarded one another once more, it was clear that the wait had been more than worth it; just as Sunset looked upon Celestia’s marvelous form and found her passions begin to burn aflame, so Celestia regarded beautiful Sunset’s naked breasts and let her eyes trail downwards to where an already-dripping slit was waiting.
Their reunion in each other’s arms was instinct, the barrage of sloppy kisses that came immediately after perfectly natural. The more deeply the two became entangled, the more difficult it became to maintain balance, the two lovesick women falling back against the couch and losing themselves in one another. Limbs became tangled just as salivating tongues continued to lather their praises upon one another, each desperate to love one another.
The feel of her was perfect. Better than any dream she had ever dreamed, better than even her most wild fantasy; Sunset was losing herself in the overwhelming pleasure that was Celestia, wishing only to go further, faster, fiercer. How could she not suck on that marvelous pink muscle and revel in the sound of Celestia’s joyous sighs? How could she ignore those supple breasts and glow with pride as the nipples hardened beneath her hand from arousal? And Celestia’s hips rocking, trying to grind against her… the sensation was enough to doom her, and all that could be done next was enjoy herself fully.
As lips parted, lovingly coated in the worship of the other, the shining bands between them grew thin and snapped as Sunset pulled away from Celestia’s still-eager mouth. “Sunset, where are you…” words fell away as the first kiss came upon her neck, traveling downwards to tend to breastflesh; the small tug of teeth upon the nipple was strong, perhaps even too fierce. But she saw the fire in the young woman’s eyes, how much she needed this. As Sunset continued her journey downwards to where treasure awaited, Celestia found herself squirming. It would not be long now.
And oh, how! Celestia gave a loud sigh at the first sensation of Sunset’s mouth meeting her lower lips, folds kissed upon and parted by a lathering tongue that sought her most exquisite nectar. Sunset had taken hold of her legs and spread them wide, settling in between and beginning to dive deep. With the ferocity of her loving assaults and the already-frenzied arousal that had swelled throughout the evening, it would not be long before Sunset’s efforts bore fruit. It would be a gift, for the both of them! But Celestia wanted this moment to last a little longer, a little more pleasure before she would have to succumb. Sunset had clearly pined for her, this tidal wave of loving laps her greatest giveaway.
Celestia wanted to cry out, and for a time she did- only for her lips to suddenly be sealed shut, ensnared by a feeling most decadent. So focused had her attentions been on Sunset that she had forgotten that her passionate union was a show on display, a gift for more than just herself. Adagio was not content with being a mere spectator but instead had come to join the fray, latching onto the beautiful woman’s mouth and sealing her vibrant cries away. The slow, romantic gestures of her brilliant beloved were a fine contrast to the ravenous hungerings of Sunset below and within, Adagio’s plump lips a marvelous morsel. This would be how she held out, her sexual attentions held fast by the actions of a familiar other.
But was that so true? A powerful thought broke through her pleasure-bound mind and reminded Celestia of lonelier days that seemed such a short while ago; looking out into crowds at happy couples that seemed so different from her constant loneliness. But then had come Adagio, giving her more love and affection than she had ever dreamed of. Their nights together had been steamy and beautiful, torrid love affairs most perfect. And now her needs were being attended to by two young, gorgeous perfect women! Sunset continued to lavish her love deep within her slit while Adagio rained down pleasure upon her lips, treating her tongue with the utmost reverence. It was a beautiful thought, a magnificent, powerful, wondrous thought!
Then she felt the first wave begin to roll. Celestia tried to hold on, to hold back a little longer. But Adagio took her tongue captive and began to suck, gentle rhythms along that pink muscle and setting her senses aflame- and then Sunset! A long, deep dive that struck her clit as though a shot through the heart; how could she not writhe against it, her motions beg for it yet again? It was enough for the young woman below to catch the cue, and so deeply did she dive that it was all over before she had even the chance to put up a fight-
Adagio freed her lover’s mouth from her clutches just in time for the sunlit woman to give an unrestrained cry of delight, pealing through the evening as orgasm raged through her body like wildfire. It was more than she had ever dreamed of, brought about by the actions of the loveliest women she had ever known! For a time Celestia simply let the pleasure roll across her body, unwilling to do anything more than revel in the moment. When her senses again became part of herself again, there was Adagio looking down on her with a smile, clearly pleased with the results.
“And how was that, my sweet?” the heavenly siren asked, a kiss upon the forehead for added measure. “Did you have fun?”
“Oh, Dagi…” Celestia reached up for her beloved and found her, the two joining together once again in a series of slow, tender kisses as the well-loved woman began to descend from her place on high. It was the greatest gift she had been given yet.
Sunset relented from her place in between Celestia’s legs and looked upwards, hoping to see that beautiful face flush and ravished from her efforts. What she saw instead was Celestia occupied by Adagio’s hand, the two kept apart and continuing their embrace. She had heard the sound, the piercing cry of her prize’s delight- yet she was not to receive any praise for it at all, it would seem.
Perhaps she made a sound, or her gaze was a tangible thing that was felt. Adagio separated from her lover’s grasp and caught sight of her pouting guest, eyes suddenly gleaming with delight at the sight of this new prize. “Don’t think I forgot you,” she murmured, her voice silken and teasing. “Look at what you did, Sunset. You’ve made my sweet Cellie sing…”
Indeed she had, and it was from Celestia she had been hoping for a reward. But the bait had covered a hook, and she was being reeled in. Adagio’s curvaceous form was crawling along the couch toward her, that tight dress working its magic in showcasing every single asset she possessed to the bounds of their magnificence. Well aroused and hungering for satisfaction, it wasn’t difficult for the pining woman to look upon the siren and feel a rush of attraction.
“Cellie… why don’t you take a seat there, in the recliner?” Adagio suggested, letting her still-quaking lover slide out from beneath her. “Now, I want you to enjoy yourself as much as you want. Can you do that for me, pretty please?”
“Mmm, and what are you planning, my angel?” Celestia inquired.
“Oh, just a little show. A teaser,” the siren answered coyly. “Two beautiful women showing themselves off, just for you.” She turned to her awaiting partner, clearly enjoying the evening’s current course. “We can do that for her, can’t we? Make sure she enjoys herself?”
Sunset saw where she was leading them, and found herself surprised by how much she didn’t mind it. Adagio was beautiful, flowing hair and a beautiful body just beneath dark fabric; the siren wanted to make love to her? It wasn’t a poor offering at all, if she were honest. “I think we can,” she said meekly.
“Mmm, that’s my girl,” Adagio said, the two falling to giggles as youthful lips found one another in a kiss so tender, repeated again and again in a slow display of affection for their beloved’s viewing pleasure. The siren tasted deep of Sunset, enjoying the intermingled flavor of the unknown and familiar. That thick, creamy taste upon her tongue was Celestia’s, yet now mixed with the cherry coating of Sunset’s own unique savor. It was a new rush of flavorful, and one that she was willing to enjoy further.
For Sunset, she found herself conflicted. She loved Celestia, adored her, but found herself just as enthralled with Adagio as she had been with her longtime love. Was this betrayal? Unfaithfulness? It couldn’t be, not when the two had willingly invited her to join them. She was allowed to enjoy every moment she had, and the moment now was with Adagio; a small giggle crept across her lips and she opened her mouth to let her tongue roam free, finding its mate and happily lathering away. Why should she feel bad when this felt so, so good?
A shuffle of movement as Adagio began to rid herself of her minidress, naked form slowly revealed for all eyes to see and be adored for its wondrousness. Magnificent breasts, perfectly formed curves, and a cleanly shaven slit that just added to her perfection. “Now, then, darling,” Adagio said, turning from her partner to the woman who watched them. “Why don’t you tell me what you want?”
Celestia grinned, delighted at the opportunity before her. “Dagi… please suck on her tongue. And Sunset?”
“Yes, Cellie?” Sunset said quickly. Too eager, too willing to see her love’s desires satisfied.
“I love Dagi’s breasts.”
The two younger woman were happy to oblige, Adagio plucking away at Sunset’s pink muscle and sucking away, a keen stroking of lavish loving that was unrivaled by any. Sunset had thought Celestia was a maestro of this sapphic action, but was soon lost in Adagio’s marvelous methods all too quickly. Such a perfect rhythm, so gentle and yet so fierce! Every motion that the beauteous siren made upon her succulent morsel was further fuel to the fire, driving her all the more to madness. She kneaded Adagio’s breast, tweaked them and set the nipples to hardening with all her might. How could she do otherwise when she was given so little relief? The poor woman could feel herself dribbling, begging to be given release in whatever way she was allowed.
“Mmm… ooh, you do taste good,” Adagio breathed, pulling away from that sweetly ravished muscle and licking her own lips. “Even better than I imagined.”
“Does her taste help a little?” Sunset inquired.
“Maybe just a little,” said the siren, returning for further tongueplay and clearly enjoying herself. She hadn’t really needed Sunset to go on enjoying herself. But the prize had been too tempting, too lovely to ignore. Celestia had liked her, Adagio had found she thought the same- why not indulge yourself? Especially when Sunset’s tongue was so velvety soft, a slickened thing even sweeter than candy…
“Oh…” the sound of an aching voice interrupted the young women’s passions, turning them from one another and towards their rapt audience; Celestia was watching them and simply aflame, fingers plucking away at her folds and swiftly becoming sticky. “Please keep going. Please!”
Sunset was eager to please, the thought that Celestia was becoming so aroused by her own efforts an arousing thought on its own. But before she could speak, the flame-haired woman was pushed upon her back by her eager partner. “What are you-”
“Don’t keep me waiting!” Adagio teased, sliding in between her lover’s legs and settling herself against her. A hand reached out and saw fingers intertwined, the two women braced against furniture and bound to one another. Sunset was surprised by how much Adagio was getting into this, the siren’s own features clearly aglow. She wanted to go further, to revel in this victory. And when the first rub of flesh came to pass, Sunset knew she wished for nothing more than the very same.
Celestia was left in awe by the sight as Sunset and Adagio began to slowly scissor, the gentle grinding motion a thing of beauty to witness. So unlike her own passionate unions with Adagio, when she was so easily overwhelmed by the romantic might of her more youthful lover. Here, the sensuous siren was well-matched by Sunset’s own fires, and the sparks they made were enough to set one’s heart afire. The two were glorious to behold, and the sounds that came from them all the very same. Small gasps of air, at first from effort, began to take on more pleasurable notes; huffs became moans, moans became sighs as the two continued to find one another in the depths of their grind. A deep, forceful rub and Sunset struggled to hold back a cry- and then lost when Adagio reached out to claim her, the two utterly bound about one another as lips found one another in a kiss without end. Still they pressed against one another, the constant rocking motion becoming something wild, unbound from any sense of restraint. They would not relent, needing to find that crescendo in one another, desperate to at last find relief.
Sunset found her mind in a haze, rational thought lost in the heady steam of this sensuous, hungering love. As she rocked against her sultry partner all the more fiercely, all she knew was the growing wave of brilliant pleasure that came from this moment. Adagio was not what she had hoped to gain, but the feeling of her exquisite form against her own was incredible. There was such a passion in her movements, how she bound voice away with each lather of tonguework upon her own soft morsel. To feel like this, to make love with such a beautiful creature was something heavenly- and for her ears to be filled with the sound of their pleasure as well as the growing, happy huffs that came from the awestruck audience! Celestia was reveling in this almost as much as she, watching as two beautiful women made love before her, and for her satisfaction! Too much to endure, too perfect a thought and one that made her senses soar. She couldn't stop it, would not even try-!
And in a single, shining moment, the two came to their ascension, their grinding coming to a sudden halt as the forceful waves of pleasure brought motion to an end, little more than quaking shudders across soaked forms. Juices flowed freely and intermingled, Sunset and Adagio slowly separating to summon air to their lungs in hurried, delight gasps. It had been an exhausting effort, but more than worth every drop of sweat paid.
“Have fun?” Adagio breathed, the more experienced of the two catching her breath more speedily. “Still think I’m so bad?”
Bad? Sunset’s mind raced through a veritable dictionary of words that could hope to describe Adagio, but none of them seemed capable of doing her justice. Sweet, wonderful Adagio had given very everything she had wanted and then some, even a magnificent reward of being able to unite her flesh with the delectable siren. It was something she couldn’t have imagined, but now deeply treasured. And to think she had only a short time ago believed this angel to be something wicked! “You might be perfect,” she whispered.
“And so are you,” Adagio breathed, a kiss upon the lips as a reward. “I just couldn’t let you slip away, could I? Heaven knows I needed you… and I think so does she.”
A glance over at their rapt audience; Celestia was staring at them with adoration, fingers still stroking away happily at both sight and memory of such a bout of passion. Those eyes sought them both, looking upon them and pleading for more to come, to continue on in their frolic…
“I don’t want to keep my hands off of her,” Adagio murmured, Celestia in her sights and ready for the plunge. “I’d like to enjoy her for a little while. Would you do me a favor and let her enjoy you?”
Somewhere far away, in the deepest corners of her mind where what little of her resistance had gone to breathe its last, Sunset knew that this was only a further sealing of her spirit. She had come here and seen her foe, wishing to be a savior and only finding herself lost in the attempt; she would never want to be away, only wish for more, unable and unwilling to free herself from the sumptuous siren’s clutches. She had been given love, passion, and fantasy all in one thrilling evening, and the evening was still so young; there was no way she could find the strength to ever hope to tear herself away.
So instead she came beside her new loves and joined in the revelry, delighted to lose herself in this wonderful enslavement evermore.
Author's Note
So I thought this story would be a mere one-shot; I unintentionally lied.
Wasn't the Sunset story I originally intended, but I liked this better. Hopefully it turned out OK.
Enjoy, I guess. Christmas-themed story coming soon.
P.S. As always, a shout-out to the people who follow me just to downvote. That's dedication.
