The wait was unbearable. Twilight struggled to await for what would stride through that door and find her, the fierce yearning that had settled upon her in all its fierceness starving for this next jewel of satisfaction. More than once had she known the intimate loveliness up close, felt that brilliant romanticism ravish her form until surely the heavens had to weep at its magnificence. That knowledge, resting at the forefront of her mind and making its presence known, availed her not in this torturous anticipation. This was beyond excitement, transported to a new obsession. Her love was brimming, desperate to overflow once more.

She must have a reason for taking her time, Twilight counseled herself. She wouldn’t just leave you like this for no good reason. I know it’s a bit difficult right now, but just be patient. It’ll be worth it, I promise.

It wasn’t an unreasonable thought. After all, this entire evening had been the brainchild of her wondrous girlfriends right from the very beginning; her outfit, her lingerie, the ride, the destination- and all that had transpired since the four of them had arrived. It was unlikely that this absence was something unintentional; no, she was meant to hunger.

But I do, she thought. And sort of all the time, too. Another sensible conclusion. Twilight spent so much of her waking hours daydreaming about her beloveds, eager for the moment when they were by her side. She craved them with all of her heart, perhaps all of her very being. For so long she had been intent on knowledge, the depths of science and discovery. Yet the very moment these elegant Sirens had strode up to her and declared their affections, she had been eager to know them all the more deeply. She was still so often reserved and shy amidst their bold presences, but time had given her more desire to enjoy everything they gave to her. Twilight found herself at her happiest when she was with them, loving them in all sorts of new and exciting ways. It was more than anything she’d ever enjoyed in all her short life, and not a single thing had ever found a way to come close. I mean, what if… what if I just stayed with them for good?

The eager bookworm now a bit less bookish took the time to resettle herself in her seat on the couch. She’d taken the time to re-dress, Aria’s plunderings now only a memory if one were to look at her. Twilight had taken the time to tidy herself and be re-wrapped; if she was to be a gift, then she most certainly wanted to look the part. But this gift, however, was going to show some stubbornness; this relationship would not be one-sided any longer, if she could help it.

A series of gentle raps on the door, followed by the sound of movement as a small crack appeared to the world outside. “Oh darling,” sang a melodious voice, “Can I come in and- make you happy?”

At last! Twilight stood up straight, a dazzling smile alight on her face. “Yes! I mean- I mean, umm, only if you want to,” she said, stumbling over excitement and her growing confidence. Wordplay was not her strongest suit, and the beginnings of foreplay certainly called for such strengths.

“Want to?” Her tone was indignant, if not wounded. “Sweet Twilight, don’t you know by now? It’s not just… ‘want’ to.” The door swung open fully and in strode the most beautiful being in all the world, aflame and gleaming in the dim light. “I need to.”

Oh, how Twilight shuddered at the sight of this perfect angel! Adagio Dazzle, luxury and perfection so deeply intertwined within the beauteous form that had no equal. With luscious locks that trailed down her neck in elegant curls, the jeweled eyes that gleamed like precious stones, a gorgeous face that was only heightened by the darkened color of lipstick upon her plump lips. Her curvaceous form was only just concealed by a dress of deep red, perfect bosom and plush bottom revealing their shape beneath the fabric as the gown draped down in between her thighs, allowing just the smallest tinge of concealment while all her desirable assets were given their place to be enjoyed. From the top down and everything in between, Adagio could only be considered a masterpiece- and Twilight, quaking in her seat, was absolutely drowning in lust for her.

Adagio regarded the smoldering woman before her and met that lust with a desire of her own. Eyes softened at the sight of Twilight in that darkly lit tube dress, petite form given great accentuation by its tightened fabric- and still revealing enough to let what she wore underneath be feasted upon by the eyes! This spectacled goddess was hers to enjoy, and the sight of Twilight waiting for her melted her heart. “You look wonderful,” she whispered. Crimson lips took the form of a sweet smile, lit with a tinge of joy. “Just- just look at you…”

“Look at you!” Twilight cried; why did it matter what she looked like when Adagio stood there, hotter than the sun? “You’re just- you- oh, come here and kiss me, please!”

The sultry Siren did not hesitate to answer, just as eager for their union to begin. She was met halfway by Twilight as lips found one another and melted into bliss, happy sighs arising from them like steam as they wove together. Arms held body tight, legs became entangled as this desperately needed kiss deepened ever further; there would be no reprieve until their appetites were satisfied, and both Twilight and Adagio were starving.

“Mmm…” Adagio purred beneath the loving presence of Twilight, meeting each new press and touch with a caress. She couldn’t resist this open sweetness, just how freely her love was answered. Twilight was becoming just as obsessed with her as she had been from first sight. The thought was joyous and maddening all at once; she needed to be appreciative of that fact, and certain that this sweet bookworm understood exactly how she felt. A small lick across lips as their kiss parted, fingers tracing the edge of Twilight’s chin as she retreated.

Twilight came away from the dampened contact dazed, a dulled expression of blissful content allowing her to remain in the daydream. Even as the gift came to a close, she still could she feel the presence of that softened morsel brushing its strokes, the thin fibers binding tongue to lips for only a brief moment before severing. The presence of Adagio was like flame in her soul; to join with her gently was the warmth of candlelight- to unite with her was a burning wildfire in which she was burned to ashes.

“How on earth did I ever find someone so wonderful?” Adagio wondered, cradling her beloved like a treasured prize. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You three… you mean everything to me,” Twilight replied, bashful as she let the more romantic words stumble forth. “You, and Aria, and Sonata- you three really changed my life. I didn’t know it could be so much- well, fun!”

“What could be so much fun?”

“Just… you know, loving someone. And to be loved back,” Twilight answered. She struggled to meet that adoring gaze but forced herself to remain steady. Adagio deserved to see the truth in her eyes, not just hear the words ring in her ear. “I always was kinda scared about it. But you three make it really easy to do. It’s natural now, I guess. And I’m really glad it’s with you.”

Adagio swelled with delight at the tender words. Poetry it was not, but Twilight had meant every word and that was enough to make her heart burst. “Twilight,” she breathed, “Thank you. Just… I don’t really know what to say. Thank you doesn’t seem good enough.”

Twilight grinned, sheepishly so. Eyes flickered away for a moment before returning to their pair. “We could- make love. And not really say anything.”

“That sounds delightful,” Adagio purred. “As if I’d ever hope to resist-”

“On one condition,” Twilight added.

The beauteous vixen hesitated. “And what would that be?”

Twilight took a deep breath. “That we don’t leave this room,” she said slowly, “Unless you’re satisfied, too. OK? I- I won’t be happy if you’re not happy. I want to make you feel good cause that’ll make me feel good.” A small tinge of doubt, hesitation creeping in to override her will. “Is that OK? Please, for me?”

Adagio was left stupefied, all her intention and thought thrown out the window by this gracious outpouring of affection. She had intended to enter this room and see her beloved darling ravished, so utterly drenched in love that the world would be left reeling by her cries. But now Twilight’s satisfaction demanded that of her own as well, a joining of flesh that would overwhelm them both. The short months they had spent alongside this spectacled beauty had taught her that she was a sweet, unassertive thing- yet here Twilight stood, demanding her will be enforced for their mutual benefit. “I…” She felt a cocktail of emotions shaken about, each trying to surface above the other. Gratitude? Love? Awe? Each seemed just as likely as the other. “Oh, Twilight…”

“I won’t ever kiss you again if you say ‘no’ to me!” Twilight giggled, her bluff laughable in the face of reality. “Please, Adagio? I- I need this. It’ll make me happy.”

It was not what she had intended at all, but now an offer she could not refuse. Adagio brushed the hair out of Twilight’s eyes as she readied herself to be taken, lost in this sweet woman’s whims and carried to wherever love might bring them. “Of course I will,” she answered. “Anything you want.”

Twilight smiled, a small bob on her heels from this small triumph. “OK, I- uh…” It was as though she hadn’t really expected to be taken seriously. A small flicker of doubt in that self-will that had only just begun to find its footing. “I, want to… stick out your tongue, Dagi. Can I- you know, suck on it? Is that OK?”

“That,” Adagio said, “Would be wonderful.” One last smile and out stretched her succulent morsel, free to the open air and more delectable than any candy, dripping wet with flavor that was hers alone. And just as quickly Twilight was there to find her, lips capturing that longed-for tongue within her grasp and beginning that sweet, heavenly massage. Never in all her life had she felt a kiss like this, so possessive and greedy! Adagio was the maestro of bedroom affairs, the guiding hand whenever it came to their sexual needs. Never, not even once, had she not been the one in command. Yet now here she was, under the loving control of a young woman, utterly at her disposal for whatever Twilight deemed next. It was a powerlessness without the burning venom, no ache to be found in this entrapment. Instead, she felt a thrill in her heart as Twilight’s soothing efforts continued, slickened sucklings upon her morsel arriving wave after wave.

And to think that she had called this infatuation before! Adagio melted in Twilight’s embrace, a primal moan escaping her lips from this new delight. The splendid Siren felt weak from these smooth kisses, a tremble whenever tongue met tongue. But best of all were those special moments when Twilight allowed her stroking motions to delve deep, lips finding one another in brief presses as the fullness of that pink muscle was enveloped. Adagio was being enjoyed in totality, the feeling of her presence delight to this woman’s heart. The heat that poured through her body was unbearably delightful.

“Aah!” Her pealing notes echoed through their private quarters whenever the pleasures of Twilight’s affections struck deep; Adagio was being led along in this sapphic dance and enjoying it fully. If she had ever known that being at the mercy of Twilight’s whims was so pleasant, she would have begged for it right from the beginning. Twilight continued to pluck at her tongue, occasional lathers from her own silken morsel leaving a trail of ecstasy. Each new sensation only heightened her joy, overwhelming her all the further.

It was too soon- far too soon when Twilight at least relinquished Adagio from her grasp. This new mistress of love broke their union slowly, one last trail of intermingled saliva as tongue slithered away from tongue and saw one become two once more. To her credit, Twilight’s initial reaction was not to laugh at the sight of her perfect Siren still stuck in a daze; eyes misty with a bemused smile on her moistened lips, she had been struck into happy silence by the works of her love. For one who had begun the moment with some trepidation on her own end, it was the highest of compliments Twilight could have received. Only when it lingered for a time longer than expected did she allow a giggle to escape, breaking the spell with a lingering press upon those ravished lips. “Oh, Dagi…” she sang.

The light of recognition flickered to life once more and Adagio took in her change of surroundings. No longer was she standing, but now comfortably nestled in Twilight’s arms against the couch. One of the straps of her dress had fallen from the shoulder and now hung limp near the crease of her elbow to let a solitary breast be exposed, but the flush of heat across her body was most assuredly not of embarrassment- nor was the slick dripping of liquid across the inside of her thigh a coincidence. She had felt arousal before, but this was a different kind of infatuation: intoxicating, and wonderfully potent.

“Having fun?” Twilight teased. She settled Adagio’s dress back to rights, fingers running smoothly across skin and flicking at waves of orange hair. “That was fun- at least for me, I mean. It was nice to take the lead for once.”

“Do it again,” Adagio whispered.

Twilight gave a pause. “Really? You liked it?”

“Keep going, Twilight. Please,” Adagio cried, begging for the first time in her life. “Spit in my mouth, suck me dry, anything! Please don’t stop!” Never had she been reduced to such desperation, needing the feel of another person so badly. She’d wanted Twilight from first sight, but this was enough to drive her mad!

Twilight’s eyes were wide as could be. Embarrassing as her girlfriends’ lavish praise could be, she’d never had reception quite like this before- from Adagio last of all! But her surprise did not last for long, transforming into a glowing pride that gave her strength. She acquiesced to her partner’s wishes, rising up above just a tinge to let her saliva dribble down slowly upon Adagio’s awaiting tongue, the slow stream growing thick as its ends strengthened connection- the liquid tie bound them together, slack shortened as Twilight indeed closed the gap between them yet again, kisses coming swiftly. They grappled happily, Adagio lost in her sweet beloved’s affections, incensed and yet so happy to simply remain. When lips came, so there was she to meet them with her own; outstretched tongue saw the presence of her pink morsel, there to dance and to be dined upon at Twilight’s leisure.

“Oh my GOD..!” The cry came from Adagio’s very soul, burned with the ache that afflicted her. “Twilight!”

“Would you undress for me, please?” Twilight inquired. “Let me see you again?”

As if she even had to ask! Adagio rid herself of clothing so speedily that her motions became a blur, naked form exposed to the air and whatever ocular adoration Twilight wanted to give. And that adoration came in spades, Twilight’s body giving a ripple from anticipation. Those perfect curves, smooth thighs, those succulent breasts-! It was only a little further now…

“Wow,” Twilight murmured. “You’re just- it’s like I can’t remember just how amazing you are.” She couldn’t help but marvel for a while longer at Adagio’s flawless figure, so lush and eager to be made satisfied by her efforts. “Wow.”

“And it’s all for you,” Adagio purred, plucking at Twilight’s dress gently as she began to undress her partner. “Whenever, however you want me.” Each motion was paired with a kiss, the Siren desperate to feel Twilight’s flesh in any way she could. Gentle nibbles along the neck as the dress was pulled away; breathless strokes upon delighted lips as she unhooked the clasp on her bra, followed by one last lick as panties were soon tossed away. Adagio took the time to soak in her prize, this pure and unblemished body that awaited her touch. She was able to enjoy her, to feel the fullness of her love- how could life be so perfect? “And… right now would be perfect.”

Twilight pondered her options, mind whirring as she tried to decide between the many offerings. “Would… would you- get atop me? You know, head down?”

So they would dine together! Eager for her meal, Adagio snaked her away atop Twilight’s form and sank down in between those slender legs to where that sweet nectar lie in wait. Yet still did she hesitate, waiting for the signal that would surely come. This was her beloved’s show, not bound to her choices. If she were to begin, it would come only when the time was right-

“Ooooh…” Twilight’s first lick was agonizing in its pleasure! The sweet woman’s hunger had turned her into something voracious, tongue driving deep into Adagio’s slit and lapping at her depths. No subtlety, no warning, just a masterstroke that made her quake. So Twilight wanted to unleash? So she would do the same. Fingers came upon the edge of the labia and spread them wide, a small trickle of fluid dribbling out as new sensation came with anticipation. One last breath, and then a plunge as the Siren began to devour her meal.

It was no accident that Twilight’s relentless plundering was brought to a pause. Adagio knew her beloved like the back of her hand, where sensitivity rose and tickles became bolts of needed feeling. The hungering Siren lathered deep in those dampened depths, wishing for nothing but Twilight’s total and utter happiness. She needed to taste the juices flow ever faster, hear Twilight’s moans become fierce as body struggled to hold on. Unable to resist, she took one of her inner lips to give a small tug with her teeth, the reaction instantaneous- a cry coupled with a twitch as delight struck hard.

But Twilight’s new ravenous spirit was not to be outdone. Whatever transformation that had come over her spurred her on to deliver strokes and latherings just as potent, she tormenting Adagio with the ferocity of her passions and making their loving bout a symphony of ecstasy. Just as the Siren made to pull at folds yet again, she felt a series of tonguestrokes find their mark in subsequent rhythm. One, two, three, then three times over as Twilight brought about revenge in the form of sapphic affection. It was delightfully, wonderfully unfair, and she loved it.

The two women raced against the other and the eventuality of their own eroding wills. Holding each other fast, they lapped happily of one another for whatever they could seek out. Even as their folds were drenched by pouring juices, not one drop escaped a thirsty mouth; each quiver was met by a new stroke, every cry forced into muffled silence by action. They needed each other all the more desperately with each passing second, craving the feel and flavor of the other as though it were the nectar of the gods. Adagio was singing out every time she felt Twilight offer a new gift of physical affection, absolutely held in the thrall of this magnificent, nerdy beauty. Oh, if only she could feel like this forever!

A small tremor, but unmistakable in form. Adagio’s efforts nearly ceased as a wondrous horror crept into her conscious mind. She would not be able to hold on for much longer, even if she tried against it with the totality of her willpower. Twilight, ferocious and hungering, was going to overcome her in this battle of love. But she needed to see her satisfied, to hear those beautiful sounds ring in her ears. How could she not finish this? Knowing that the moment would come soon, Adagio ate away of Twilight in reckless abandon, all skill and craft turned to foolishness as she tried to play catch-up. New nibbles, new licks, all ferocious as she plundered to the very core of Twilight’s slit-

One slow, deep lick in her depths; From the smallest crevice and up to her pearl, Twilight took all of her love and gave it the fullness of might in a single action, tied together with one softened kiss upon the labia-

Adagio broke. Bursting forth, she cried out in relief as the pressure gave way unto pleasure; her body rocked and her actions upon Twilight’s own form ceased for a time. Unable to hold to her joyous work, the beauteous Siren simply rode the wave of orgasm for its full length. Lost, adrift in happiness, and needing to be nowhere else until the waters at last brought her back to shore. When the crescendo at last departed, she found her body trembling from the intensity and she struggled to find the strength to finish what she had started. A small nibble, followed by a faceful of folds so as to weakly lick away at what fluids had come to life. It was not much, but it was all she could give for the time being.

It was not much- but enough, it would seem, as Twilight gasped aloud as she came to climax. Body tightened and then relaxed, the lovely bookworm an object of envy as the tide crashed over her again and again, ebb and flow within her and letting her form enjoy the moment for oh so long. A normal woman would have found it cause for envy, jealousy at the length of such enjoyment. But for Adagio, all she knew beyond her momentary weariness was a sense of accomplishment. The evening had gone splendidly, and exactly to Twilight’s satisfaction. Twice over, too. It was all so wonderful.

The gasping Siren slid from atop Twilight and settled herself against the arm of the couch so as to let her partner regain her footing. When the two women were both upright and a little more sensible, hands reached out for one another and held form against form, the two wound tight and slowly sharing kisses as breath refilled their lungs.

“Have fun?” Twilight said, her voice calmer and sounding more like her normal self. “I know I’m not as good as you, but I really did try. I at least…” Real shame crept into her face, discoloration on her cheeks where redness had once been. “At least I made you come, too, this time.”

“You were amazing,” Adagio assured her, and a kiss to prove her words true. “I have never –ever- felt anything so good before. Goodness, I can hardly wait for next time.”

Twilight beamed, that confident gleam in her eye yet again. The glow was small, yet natural and made for growth. The evening had transformed her splendidly, and all to her benefit. “Thank you,” she replied. “You felt amazing, too, by the way. But I guess that’s just the norm from you, isn’t it?”

“Mmm, I’m glad you think so.”

“So…” Twilight let her words escape slowly, allowed time on her tongue before put to use. “How about we head back home? I know we’ve been here a while, now…”

And so their evening was to come to an end. It had all been wonderful, and a great breadth of time well-spent. But if it was what this sweet woman wished, then so it would be. “I’ll get the limo to come back around,” she said, Adagio’s fervor beginning to dull with disappointment. “We’ll have to go out like this again sometime, maybe longer if you parents are gone-”

“Huh? Oh, wait, you think I mean my parents’ place!” Twilight said. “No, I mean home! You know, all four of us? The apartment?”

Adagio blinked. Surely Twilight didn’t mean- “Are- you really wanna stay the night?” she asked.

“If that’s OK with you,” Twilight added. “I understand if you’re tired, or you want-”

“Absolutely not! Of course you can stay the night!” The once-wearied Siren was reenergized once more, brought back to life by this unexpected declaration. “Sonata and Aria will love this, too, we’ve all been hoping you might want to someday.”

“I hope you’re not tired yet, though,” Twilight said. Her grin turned mischievous, something alight within her mind. “Isn’t… the night’s still young, right?”

“It is.” Adagio felt her heartbeat quicken, if only a tad. “Up for a little nightcap?”

Twilight, as she would soon discover, certainly was.

Author's Note

I think this went better. Still feel kinda rusty, though. Pity.

Keep reading, I guess.