Mistress (Adagio's Big Comeback)

Scientific pursuit falls close to madness at times. Repetition, with tweaked variables, based on empiric details to discover something new, or to prove a phenomenon that hasn't yet truly been understood.

As you unleash siren-tuned magical energy at Adagio, you can't resist the urge to laugh like a mad scientist; this is what you live for!

Any worry on Adagio's expression at your unhinged laugh gets overwritten by her own grin as her eyes glow red, her ears point up and become horselike, her fin-wings reform and she begins to float. Once her hair extends and forms its tail-like shape and that peculiar golden aura shape begins to appear, you brace for the change and stare at the spectrograph.

The gigantic peak of the siren signal reaches the top of the screen, and Adagio gasps as she falls to the ground. She catches herself from landing as hard as last time, and you watch the siren peak decay rapidly, dispersing either side. Then the earth frequency begins to rise, and you hit the earth suppression signal.

Adagio stays on her knees and grimaces as you watch the earth signal struggle to rise against the garbled energy exposure. You swear she wants to complain, but she just focuses on enduring the unusual sensation, and after a good minute of what must be steady discomfort, she stands and you notice something.

She's... smaller? Yep, she's back to her old height of 5'5. Even she notices it as she looks at herself, where her toned muscles and enhanced figure have reverted to her classic, slim look.

“I knew it was going to be awful, but really, Ray? You take the one good thing I've earned from this whole experiment?”

You look between the spectrograph and Adagio; her earth signal is muted, but still present. Her siren signal is depleted back to base again, as expected. Technically, it was a success. A disappointing success. “I'm sorry, I didn't even realise this would happen, I-”

-Beep-

A magic signal? You look at the spectrograph and see a pair of signals converge on Adagio's weakened earth resonance. “Adagio? You might want to brace yourself.”

She shrugs, exasperated. “For what? I'm learning, but sometimes you've got to explain-”

The energy cascade crashes on her signal like a pair of tidal waves, and she yelps and shivers. She grows, ever so slightly.

“Oh, great, the horny energy thing again,” Adagio huffs as her cheeks flush.

“Yes, the 'disruptive, parallel energy echo.'”

Adagio shrugs. “Disruptive echoes, horny energy. Same difference.”

You take the loss and toggle the device for weaker readings, and see there's a trickle of magic build up, the same two peaks again as they slowly push towards Adagio's own.

It comes to you. “I guess echoes, plural, is right. I think I get it,” you say, “so, we know you can contain a great deal of energy. When the siren signal is bombarding you, it awakens that side of you, which is reflected in your transformation. The problem is the direct signal exposure itself is the thing actually making your siren form appear. Once it stops, there's nothing maintaining your form, but the magic is still inside you.”

Adagio's eyes go wide and she puts on a dark smirk, “so you mean to say that I could use my powers while under the effect? I'll take temporary bursts of my power over nothing at all.”

Your nose wrinkles as you think it over. “Not likely. We could experiment at some point, but since you're being struck with so much power, I surmise it will be extremely difficult for you to use it like, say, trying to shoot a water pistol while it's being doused by a jet washer. And anyway, even if we do experiment, I don't want to start bombarding you with energy when you're already under the effects of a new phenomenon. For now, better to ride out this phase of recurrent energy and just... well, like I said, ride it out, I guess?”

Adagio looks over herself again. “So the shrink is temporary?”

“We're still testing the waters of this experiment, but it would seem so,” you say as get another beep from your emitter. “Speaking of...” You count down with your fingers. Three, two, one...

Adagio takes a deep breath as the cascade rolls over her. Once more, her body shudders and recovers some of her lost size and she bites her lip as the disruptive echo rolls through her. She checks her phone for the time. “I might as well get an early night out of this so I can enjoy some privacy. Just one question; how long are these 'echoes' going to last?”

You check the readings. “At this rate? An hour, like the first one, just spread out.”

“Great. That's not going to be distracting at all,” Adagio snarks. She heads towards her bedroom, then stops in the door frame. She sighs and turns towards you. “Ray?”

“Yes, Addy?”

“Excuse me?”

Crap. That kinda slipped out. Play it cool, Radian. “What, you can 'Ray' me, but I can't 'Addy' you?”

Adagio pinches the bridge of her nose. “Ugh, whatever. But not in public! As I was about to say...” She pauses and looks... pensive. It's a strange look for her. Then she's hit by another echo and shivers, and finally she looks agitated, which is far more natural. “Listen, it would be convenient for me, and I'm going to stress this right now, do notmake this awkward, if you could help me.”

You switch off the emitter and put it down. “Sure, what with?”

She bites her the tip of her thumb, then takes a long breath. “I want you to help me take care of this resonant echo thing.”

You switch on the emitter again. “Well, I'm sure we could work out-”

Adagio slaps her forehead hard enough that the clap echoes and cuts you off.

“That's it!” She storms up to you, tosses the emitter onto the couch. Then she puts her hands on your shoulders.

And kisses you. Tongue and all.

What.

What!

What!?

You can taste her! Hot and wet and oh hell is it glorious! Your heart hammers as you close your eyes and just relish the feeling of her soft lips on yours, the force of her tongue pushing against your own. You hold her shoulders and try to give her your best, but she's ravenous and relentless.

Her hands cradle your face as she continues, then they slide smoothly to the back of your neck, as her nails comb through your hair.

She finally pushes you away and you feel the little tap of a saliva strand break. “Do I have your attention, Ray? It would help me a lot if I had a willing partner... but again, this is a matter of convenience and it doesn't mean anything.” She twirls her hair with her finger. “Unless you don't want to...”

You're still catching your breath. No thoughts. Just panic. Panic. Don't panic! “No. I mean, yes! I mean... wh- what do I?”

Adagio shakes her head, grabs you by the collar, pulls you into her room and shoves the door closed with her foot. “Let me guess. First time?”

“Uh. Hah. No! I mean... kinda, like, yes?”

She sighs. “It's fine. Just do as I say.” Adagio pushes you onto her bed, and you obey her every word. Adagio removes her t-shirt and shorts, revealing simple black panties and her lack of a bra. Her perfect, pert breasts bounce gently, nipples poking out from her arousal as she throws the clothes aside.

She gives one of her delightfully dark smirks. “Strip, my pet. The first lesson's free. The rest, you'll have to earn. Let's see how fast your mind is, and how much you truly want to worship your goddess.”

You're stunned, and only have her words to follow. She may not be a siren, but her power over you is unquestionable. Your shirt is discarded, your pants and underwear removed. You've never been harder.

“Good boy.” She taps her lips as she looks you over, the predator to you, the nervous prey. She locks her gaze onto your cock and purses her lips. “Not bad. I think we're going to get along just fine.”

Adagio pulls off her spiky hairband. The orange, wavy curls cascade over her shoulders and reach her hips, and she runs her fingers through them as she shivers and looses the lightest gasp. Her body tenses, the subtle flex of her muscles under her golden skin, still smooth but the faint hint of her growing strength. Just enough to add a little spice to her already perfect body.

She walks with her hips in a smooth sway, reaches into her bedside cabinet, takes out a strip of condoms and tosses them to you. “Work fast,” she says and removes her panties.

Adagio climbs onto the bed as you fiddle with the wrap. She kisses your neck as you fumble to roll the rubber onto your dick. Her raspberry eyes lock onto yours as her hand strokes your chest, your belly.

You can't stop yourself from running your fingers over her smooth chin, her soft cheek. You pull her lips to yours. The taste of her again. She doesn't taste of much, but you know it's Adagio; the finest delicacy you'll ever have dance on your palette. Just the feeling of her tongue as it pushes against yours. Her hair blankets your shoulders, silken and delicately ticklish. You can smell her shampoo, floral and sweet on the glorious curls.

The sharpness of Adagio's fingernails give you the gentlest scratch as her hand runs lazy circles over your chest, then she pricks you as she gasps and shivers, and you watch her body subtly swell. You can feel her get heavier as the light bulge of her bicep thickens, her breasts more expansive, the groove on her abdomen deepens.

Adagio growls and climbs on top of you, her knees straddling your hips as one hand keeps her lifted while the other takes hold of your dick. She guides herself down, and onto, your length as you grunt and bite your lip. Perfectly warm, perfectly wet. It drives you wild, and you're already so fucking close. She grins and jabs you with a fingernail again, and the pain drags you back from the brink.

She growls, “nuh-uh. Not yet. I need this.”

Adagio rakes her nails over your skin and drops fully onto your cock. Her pussy gives your dick a firm clench as she moans and closes her eyes.

You buck your hips on instinct, and she laughs and pushes down on you, then lifts, then presses down on you once more. A rhythm begins to build as she rides you, her growing strength keeps you pinned as she cries out, her eyes lidded and look like they glow in the moonlight, a radiant and intense pink. She's unfocused, just burying herself in the pleasure.

You're powerless as she rides you, and you try to hold on, to please her, but you can't stop it. You feel the pressure inside build, ever stronger, relentless, overpowering. You grit your teeth and yell. An explosion. Your hair stands on end and you moan low and steady as you cum.

Adagio's spurred on by your climax, hammering her hips against yours over, and over, and over, until you feel her clench, hear her scream out. Your crotch is bathed in her sticky, hot juices and she leans back, her eyes staring at the ceiling with a big, satisfied smile covering her face.

You become limp within her, gasping for breath as she falls on top of you and kisses you. Less tongue, but she bites your lip as an afterglow rocks through her body. Her whimpers are the sweetest song you've ever heard from her, and she seems to finally relax.

You have a chance to let your mind recover, and you peel off the condom, tossing it in a nearby garbage can. You begin to feel your vision fuzz as the combination of your own glow and fatigue begins to take its toll.

Then her body shivers and swells, and she laughs. “I hope you're not done, Ray... that was your lesson. Now, worship me!”

“Anything,” you pant. “Anything for you, mistress.”

Adagio licks her lips and rolls onto her back, and pulls you on top of her. She's almost back to full strength and you're her plaything. She guides your hands onto her body as you palm her fantastic tits, the softness, the way you can feel her breathe. She's every bit the goddess you'd always hoped. She begins pushing your hands lower and lower until you feel the matted mass of her neatly trimmed pubic hair. “Start gentle. I'll guide you.”

Your mind is foggy, but her orders are absolute. You dip your fingers into her parted and hungry petals and she purrs. “Deeper... just push gently, like a massage.”

Deeper, as commanded. Your fingers are used to delicate work, all the things you've made with steady, unbroken focus. You guide each finger in turn, and gently push against her inner walls. Each little bit of pressure, you feel her tense oh-so-slightly around your digits. Every caress, a little gasp, a soft grunt, a purr, a coo. She closes her eyes and mouths 'yes' and her legs flex and squirm to your attention.

You've seen enough porn to recognise her clitoris, and you carefully brush your thumb around it. She moans and bites her lip, and one eye opens and locks onto you. “C- careful..” she says as she exhales, long and steady.

You continue feeling around inside her pussy and let her reactions spur you on. Soon she breathes harder, writhes more and more, her own hands pushing and squeezing her outstanding tits as she growls. You plunge your hand in her, firm and resolute, and she cries out, “harder!” You let your thumb press a little more on her button, and she hisses through her teeth, on the line between pain and pleasure, but she ends with her teeth bared in a smile.

Finally, after a few more pumps with your hand, her body tenses, her recovered muscles flex and stand out. She bucks so hard and screams so loud, you're scared for a few seconds as her voice echoes in the little bedroom.

“Oh, fuck...” she whimpers, and there's a hammering from the next apartment, an angry voice yelling to keep it down. “Ah, get fucked, asshole,” Adagio laughs as she looks at the wall, then at you. “Not bad at all. Lie with me.”

You fall beside her as she rides her afterglow. You're both satisfied and tired, and she pulls the covers over you both. You can't find the words as her breathing settles and she fidgets to get comfortable.

Then you're inspired. This is your first time... dare you ask? “Addy?”

“Hmm?”

“Can... can we cuddle?”

She giggles and looks at you as if you're joking. You're dead serious, and she gives you a funny look. “Would that make it perfect for you, my pet? Everything you desired and more?”

Comfort has been a fleeting thing for you for a very long time. Maybe it's childish need, maybe you feel this was special, despite her words. You don't care; right now, you feel liberated. You feel like a man, and yet you have a void within you that can only be filled by a lover's touch.

You nod and say, firmly, “you have no idea how much it would mean to me, Addy, please.”

“I'll tell you what. Face away.”

You hesitate, but you obey. Adagio's arm slips under yours and she pulls you against her, and her legs coil around your own. You feel her pert breasts press against your back as she takes a deep, relaxing breath. She's your wonderful bigger spoon.

She whispers into your ear, “will this do?”

You put your hand over hers as she strokes your chest. “Yes... thank you.”

This is love. You're more certain than ever.

But as sleep enshrouds your mind, you can only pray that some day, she'll love you back.

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