Heaven's Perennial

Harp was enjoying the kiss as much as Octavia, both their tongues twisting around the other's. Deeper than he could think...

He pushed away, separating teh two of them, looking down.

"Wh-what's wrong, Harp?"

"Nothing, I have to go..."

He hurried to the door and as he opened it she stopped him.

"Wait...What are you doing? Did I do something wrong?"

"No...I did."

He closed the door behind him and Octavia sat where she was, unable to figure out if she should weep for such a loss, or follow him. She was mroe confused than she ever could have been. He spoke without even looking at her. Not even bothering to look up.

Octavia hurried to the door, throwing it open as she hurried outside, to find harp not even a few feet away, standing motionless.

"Oh...I thought you would be long gone..."

"No need to be..."

"Harp, just...Just come inside, please."

"You're desperate."

"No! No. You are perfect. You are the first stallion that has made my heart feel at ease, to take away the slowly numbing pain of being alone..."

"You've dated before."

"Yes, but none fit what I wanted. None, but you."

"I play your favorite instrument, big deal. I just...I can't..."

"Harp, please just come inside with me...please?"

Harp slowly turned and face Octavia. He saw two things. He was hiding something. Luckily she didn't notice yet, but he ahd a decision now.

A decision.

He could tell her...he could not.He wanted this, to be with somepony whom he loved...

Harp walked forward and Octavia hugged him.

"Thank you.", she smiled.

They both walked back into her apartment and she closed the door, sighing heavily.

"You almost walked out on me.", she said without looking at him.

Harp sat on the couch.

"I...almost did. I don't know what I was thinking..."

Octavia sat next to and nuzzled into his side.

"I'm glad you didn't. I wouldn't be able to play, I wouldn't be able to make music. Not for a long time."

"Is that what heartbreak is like?"

"Yeah. I once met a stallion a while back, almost like you. But, he was bigger, and I was naive. I loved him for his body more than his personality, and regretted it soon after. He walked out on me for some darker coated mare with a curvier flank. After that, I sat out in the rain till it ended, went home. I trashed my studio, wept. Didn't...Couldn't play for a whole two weeks."

"Why do you say you could not?"

"I put my heart and soul into every note, playing is like showing others my own mind and body. If I'm sad, and can't think straight, can't feel like myself at all, then why even try playing when I know it won't sound good at all..."

"As far as I know, there are two types of music. Real music, what you and I played earlier, straight from the soul, no sheet music, no lines to follow. and then there is fake music. Mostly recorded for otehrs to play. It's like playing as if it were just making patterns of noise. No care for it, no love for the feel of the skill to play it."

Octavia sighed and moved back, laying down on the comfortable cushions, giving a small sigh.

"Harp, why did you just...walk out?"

"It's...personal. I love you, I really do, but..."

Octavia lifted her head, looking up at Harp.

"Then show me you love me."

She kissed him again, sharing her mouth with him as he did with her.

Harp parted and laid down, nuzzling Octavia's neck, brushing his muzzle against her shoulder as he took in her scent. Not the heavy perfume, but what was beneath it. A hard working mare.

Octavia shuddered, smiling from the treatment she was getting. She could feel his hot breath over her neck and back as he nuzzled her close. He moved behind her, laying on top as he nearly sank into her, putting his head just next to hers. He licked her muzzle, the dragged his tongue over the back of her neck. All which excited Octavia.

Letting out a small huff, Octavia laid her head down, accepting whatever he did to her. Harp put a hoof on each side of her, picking himself up as he move farther back, replacing himself to where she could feel something hard just between he rand him.

Stricken with several thoughts, Octavia wondered, feared, and even wanted...Thoguh one thought was dominant. She wanted him. Thoguh she did not know if he wanted her, separated as they were, she knew what the answer would soon be.

She raised her flank,allowing him better access to he rnether regions, and was rewarded as he positioned himself with his hips against hers, rubbing her folds with his colthood. Each throb, every bump, she felt it all. The heat, the velvetty touch...the excitement was almost too much.

He grinded against her, having done so for nearly a few minutes. Though, now the slick feeling of Octavia's fluids coated part of his erection. Moving his hips back, Harp prodded her entrance, testing her reaction, and was rewarded with a silent moan. With a smile, Harp thrust in, forcing every inch he could of his cock as deep as her folds would allow, and still a few inches remained.

Octavia let out a long moan, tightening her love tunnel in response. He stretched her more than she should be, slight pain resulting. But she didn't mind. She wanted it now. As Octavia's hind legs slowly bent, lowering her rear, Harp adjusted himself accordingly, laying across her back once more.

They savored the moment as much as they could, laying together just as Octavia had be penetrated. She could feel his breeathing, slowly rising and falling, his breath, hot and relaxed.

Harp pulled from ehr folds and she winced, letting out another moan as he thrust back in, slowly. He continued to pull out, push in, both slowly and pulled out as long as he could. He kept that rhythm, slow and intimate. They both  began to heat up. Octavia, especially. Her body was like an oven compared to Harp, who was nearly sweating.

With each long, drawn out thrust, octavia exhaled, holding her breath for several thrusts, like letting out a blast of air.

"Y...you're...aaah...Nice and...Ugh...gentle...", Octavia moaned.

Harp panted slowly, taking a deep breath, "I...Don't see why not...You're delicate, like a..."

Drawing out completely, he thrust in once, hard, slamming into her cervix and she wailed from both pleasure and pain, climaxing.

"Sorry..."

"Deli...cate?", she said between pants."

"Like a magnolia flower."

Harp grabbed onto her shoulders, pulling her back on top of him as he laid back. He pulled from ehr folds and thrust in slwoly once more.

"Ah! I'm stil...sensitive..."

"...I know...", he said nonchalantly.

Pulling from ehr again, he felt her squirm on top of him, her love tunnel still very sensitive, as she had said. As he thrust in again, pre began to ooze from his cock, slickening her walls, making it easier to glide in and out as he continud the rhythm. After several long thrusts, his own climax began nearing.

Making his thrusts mroe forceful, he rocked teh mare on top of him, slamming into her cervix, threatening to tear the delicate barrier. As his gentle thrusts became harder, quicker, he pulled out one last time, thrusting in, burying every inch of his cock, slamming into OCtavia's cervix once more. She let out a long moan as they both climaxed, her tunnel convulsing, milking his cock for every last bit of cum that filled her womb.

It was warm, straight from teh stallion she was with. The one she loved, who she wanted to love. Putting a hoof over her belly, she felt full, more so than she ever had. It made her even more happy to feel that and the colthood of her stallion, still buried deep within her depths.

"That was...the best I've ever had...", Octavia huffed.

Harp was silent. Still nuzzling into her side, but silent. Harp pulled from Octavia, separating the two and causing Octavia to shudder. Octavia rolled over, and laid her head on Harp's chest.

"Don't ever leave me..."

Harp was silent as before.

"Harp?"

"I heard you."

"But why didn't you say anything?"

"..."

"Please, tell me something..."

"I'm just...happy...Unsure of what to do next, but happy."

"Sleep."

"That does sound great, directly after something so exhausting..."

"Hot sex does that...", Octavia closed her eyes.

She focused on his heart beat, a very low and very strong thrum. Slow. Loud. It was mesmerizing. Then it began to get louder, louder, uncomfortable to feel as it engulfed her body, her entire being thrumming with it. Then she could feel another...faint, small, but just as strong, just as powerful. It was coming from her. Not her chest. Lower.

Feeling her belly, she felt it rise and fall quicly, a heavy beat,but it didn't hurt. Her stomach moved visibly, like her cehst with her heart beat. She began to fear it, think of it as darkness. The free floating world she was in, care free, was flooded with fear, she dropped, beginning to fall, endlessly. Panicking she let out a cry and awoke, panting heavily.

"Octavia?", Harp's soft tone caugth ehr attention.

"It's...Just a dream...", Octavia confessed.

Harp put a foreleg around her, holding her.

"I'l still be here. No matter if it's a dream, nightmare, hell becoming real. I'll stay with you as long as I'm still bucking."

Octavia smiled, digging her snout into his chest, feeling the soft fur. she stretched and gasped, noticing the mess that covered her inner thighs and the couch cushions. Wet, sticky, and it was very musky.

"I need a shower, you too. Then I need ot wash this couch..."

Harp chuckled.

"I'm serious. We really made a big mess...."

"Well, I'll help clean. Both you adn the couch."

I'll go start the shower."

Harp smiled to Octavia, and she rose, stretching. She felt slightly sickly and moaned, getting off the couchwith Harp in tow. Opening the bathroom door, she fiddled with teh light switch, turning on the single lightbulb, an approached the shower, twisting the knobs. The water cascaded down, turnign from cold, to hot in seconds.

Harp approaced Octavia, wrapping his forelegs around her as she stood up to adjust the shower head.

"You know it, don't you?", Harp asked.

"What?"

"You had a dream you were listening to my heart beat. Then you heard it again from yourself."

"How do you know?"

"I watched you, from my own dream. I saw the beating as it thrummed from you, deep inside of you, in the perfect spot..."

"You mean..."

"I think it's true. If you make love, you can tell if you are..."

"So...I'm..."

"Yes."

"So, you won't run off? You won't leave me?"

"Why are you scared? I said that as long as I'm bucking, I'd be with you till the end."

Octavia smiled.

"Now, let's take a shower, we both smell like sex, and that's not a good scent when near others."

"I know."

Harp let go and dropped down onto all fours, walking into the cascading stream after Octavia. The shower was quick, especially when Harp was helping Octavia get the dried cum out of her coat.

Cum is hell to get out of your fur.

Once done, they both stepped out, quickly drying off with the towels Octavia had in her bathroom, then found themselves staring at the couch.

"So it was enough to cover nearly the entire cushion.", Octavia declared.

"Well, it was hot, I'll give you that."

"Yes. I'll ge the bleach, these carpets have survived worse."

Harp perked up in curiosity.

"Define worse."

"Don't ask. I don't really know, considering the fact that these apartments used to be owned by a party stallion."

Returnign with the bottle of bleach, Octavia put a wet towel over the cap and tipped it. The clean stench of chlorine filled the air, not very strong, but still gave off an odor. Putting it over the cushion, Octavia flipped it and put it face down back on the couch.