The night ran long before slumber at last overtook them all. Incensed by their excursion out into the night, the four girlfriends left the strip club in high spirits and more than a little handsy. What they had accomplished in the nightclub’s depth seemed to have accomplished little in the act of relief, despite their best efforts to satisfy and be satisfied. Though clearly ruffled from head to toe and muscles burdened by exertion, there were still more delights to discover together.

In the midst of it all was Twilight, as was their custom. But their once-innocent bookworm now chose to break tradition and urge them on all the more, conducting their connections with a newfound fire. Whatever that had been wrought within her was only strengthened the more the night continued; Twilight’s desire for her trio of beauties was insatiable, a burning heat that could not be soothed. Her hands could not keep to themselves from the very moment they had reentered the limousine, beckoning for Sonata so as to delight in the young woman’s breasts as entertainment.

What had transpired when they at last reached home once more, however, was a different breed of voracious. At last, Twilight was every bit of the goddess they had always believed her to be, lusting for them just as deeply as they lusted for her. Clothing became optional the moment the door shut behind them, a stripshow given by each eager young woman to add to the fun. There was titillation to be found in even the simplest of actions, new acts of foreplay they could experience together. Why not something as simple as the removal of garments be made part of the game?

When the time at last came for the real main event of the night, the bedroom could hardly contain Twilight’s eager machinations. The unexpected maestro for the evening, her eager Sirens happily performed for their spectacled queen in whatever way she wished. A kiss here, a lick there- and oh, so much more in between. Whatever Twilight wished to experience was what they were delighted to accomplish, seeing it done in spades. All her curiosities that had once been kept subdued by introversion were now able to run free. Having one partner to experience them with would have been more than sufficient; having three was unparalleled.

But to call the young woman selfish would have been untrue, even if so many of her decisions were to her own delights also. Generous and caring was she a lover, even in the midst of this unexpected strength to command. The needs and desires of her devoted Sirens remained strong in her mind, whatever they so happened to be. Raw passion with Sonata, forceful love with Aria, and that beautiful ballet of indescribable romance that could only be found in Adagio’s arms… all of it had to be known, shared amongst one another. To see Sonata entangled with Aria as the two women fingered one another was heavenly; even in this new experience, Sonata’s luscious kisses graced her sister with all their fervor and slickened delight. The unexpected moans that came from Aria’s heart were the icing on the cake, an unexpected mewling born from powerlessness that made her obey her beloved’s wishes. And music it was to Twilight’s ears, unable to resist gently plying at her own folds as she enjoyed the show; Adagio’s joining in on her own lips was when her works became rapid yet again.

On throughout the night did the four women ravish one another, finding willing hearts awaiting their touch over and over until physical exhaustion claimed them at last. Too tired even to rise from the bed and clean herself up, Sonata just collapsed in a heap and let weariness bring her away from the wild world and into more peaceful places; if one so vivacious could no longer continue, then it was as good a sign as any that it was indeed time for rest. When the first rays of the dawn met the window, suspicions were only confirmed.

It was late morning when Twilight’s wracked form awoke and took in the fullness of their lovemaking. The four women had made more than just a small mess of the bedsheets, as well as themselves if her senses had anything to suggest. A sniff of her hand confirmed what she knew to be true: her sore, tired body was desperately in need of a shower. Sliding out from within Adagio’s grasp as quietly as she could manage, a wincing Twilight tiptoed away from the ravaged bed and towards the awaiting stall that would bring relief.

Warm water on tired muscles was a relief; it would be a long day if she were to guess, but this was a good first step in recovery. And what a thing to recover from, Twilight thought with a grin. Just what got into you last night? It was… it was a lot of- fun! A small little wriggle from the thought and she continued her watery massage.

“Mmf… don’t you have the right idea.” The steamed door slid open and Adagio’s beautiful figure staggered in alongside her, sliding in close and soaking her face beneath the streams cascading from above. “I hope you don’t mind me joining you,” she murmured.

“Not one bit,” Twilight replied in a voice just as drowsy. Hopefully she would really awaken before too long. When she felt a brief kiss from Adagio’s lips, the jolt was enough to say she was on her way.

Clean to the point of gleaming, the two women exited from their hygiene and quietly made their way to the kitchen. After a long night of strenuous exercise, a proper meal was in order. Adagio, adorned in a violet bathrobe, marveled at the sight of Twilight tiptoeing about without an ounce of fabric upon her skin. “I can find you another robe if you need one,” she said, pouring a mug of coffee out for the both of them. “Aren’t you cold?”

“I’m fine for now,” Twilight answered. “Besides… I like how you’re staring at me.”

Indeed Adagio stared, awed and delighted with what she saw before her eyes. Shocking as it were to see Twilight behave so promiscuously, just to have sight of that pristine figure was a gift she had no desire to decline. If this was how their relationship was to be from now on, Twilight would find no complaints from any of their number.

“So…” Adagio coughed, trying to make sensible her thoughts. “I know it’s a bit much to ask, but… would you like to stay here? For now, at least?”

Twilight regarded her. “You mean like move in with you?”

“If it’s alright with you, of course,” the Siren added. “But I’d love to have you here with us all the time. And we’d definitely make it up to you…” Just the fantasy was enough to reignite her arousal, imagined evenings spent just as wonderfully as last night- and all the more as time went on! Every day, Twilight striding around her naked and beautiful for their delight, they always there to adore her…

Twilight pondered the thought for a time, a small smile blooming on her lips. “OK.”

It had almost been too swift for Adagio to believe. “Really?”

“Sure. I love you girls,” Twilight said. “And if that’s not good enough of an explanation, I- I guess I don’t know what else is.”

Adagio could hardly believe just how good life could be. She and her sisters would be with Twilight- each and every day! “We’ll get you anything you think you might need. How does a new wardrobe sound? And we can go pick up anything you need from your parents’ place…”

“Hmm…” Twilight considered the offer. “Will the wardrobe be anything like last night’s ensemble?”

“Would… would you like it to be?”

“I most definitely would.” Beaming even more brightly than her future, Twilight could only look forward to all the memories that were sure to come. With these glorious women as her girlfriends, why should anything not be sunshine and rainbows? She reached out for her phone, left last night atop the island, and made to send out word of this new development-

Oh. A flurry of texts, starting last night. Parental demands, even a few from her brother. None of them appeared pleasant, nor something that Twilight wished to deal with so early in the morning. So what that she stayed out late? She was safe, and with someone most definitely trustworthy- and most importantly she was a grown woman. She could make these choices, it was OK!

But worst of all was the most recent arrival, a sprawling wall of text from Sunset, who most likely had been the one to let slip the secret of her evening endeavours. Twilight’s frown became a scowl as she dared to open the message to its fullest, eyes poring over the layers of black scribble upon screen: Look, I know what you were up to last night. This has gone far enough, you’re going to get yourself into real trouble that you won’t be able to get out of. Adagio, Aria, and Sonata are NOT trustworthy, and they are NOT good for you. Look at what you’ve started doing since you started dating them! Don’t you realize that you-

With a groan, Twilight deleted the message and tossed the cellphone to the side, no longer willing to see any more than she could bear. Again and again, her friends had tried to ruin her first relationship, and all for no good reason! They all seemed so certain that Adagio and her sisters were these awful, terrible people. But what proof did they have? None. Not even the barest scrapings of empirical evidence that they didn’t care about her. Sonata was vibrant and loving, Aria was ferociously devoted, and Adagio was just the perfect darling- how dare they try to take this from her! If anything, Sunset was just jealous; furiously, emphatically jealous that Twilight had grown so quickly without her constant worrying.

A hand rested upon her shoulder and roused Twilight from her growing anger. Adagio had crept to her side, taking note of her girlfriend’s discomfort. “Are you OK?” she asked.

“Sunset. Again,” Twilight grumbled. “She just… hates you girls. And for no reason! She keeps trying to take me away from you like you’re not the sweetest girlfriends ever. It’s so dumb! It’s like she never even was really my friend and just wanted- wanted a pet! Someone she could control! It’s just- Ugh!” It was too early in her morning for this, emotions too vulnerable for such an attack. What hope she’d possessed for the day had been stolen away, sapped out by the deliberate spread of misery.

Adagio continued her soothings, trying to bring Twilight down from the height of her discontent and back to more sensible ground. Sympathetic she remained, hurting for the wounded woman she cherished. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry. I know it must feel terrible, but it’s not your fault. Please tell me you know that.”

“I just- she can’t keep treating me like this. Like I just have to do whatever she wants,” Twilight muttered. “You’re my choice. And I want her to understand that you make me happy.”

Adagio gave a half-smile before planting a kiss on Twilight’s cheek. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” she said. “But… how about I help you in the meantime?”

Author's Note

This might be the darkest thing I've ever written, strangely enough. Don't think I'll write something of its like again.

Wish I'd done better on this story. This thing took over a month due to a variety of issues, personal or otherwise. I feel exhausted.

Enjoy, I guess. And keep an eye for a return of one particular happy couple.