The Fire in Her Heart

The Fire in Her Heart

Chapter 12.5

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Vinyl and Octavia practically rolled into the room, locked in a passionate kiss which had begun as soon as they had entered the corridor, which led to Octavia's room. They both had waited for it so long; it seemed that not a day but a whole week had passed since they had had their fun time. Stroking Octavia's back fervently, Vinyl directed the grey mare towards the bed, laying her on it, closing the door behind them with her telekinesis.

As much as Octavia enjoyed the make-out session, she was yearning for more. Much, much more. And she wanted it now. Just to give her marefriend a clue, she arched her spine in such a way that their bellies were grinding against each other, sending a tidal wave of heat all the way down.

Vinyl moaned loudly, grateful that the walls were soundproof. She broked the kiss, gasping for air, while Octavia lay beneath her, panting in arousal. She began kissing the slender grey neck, while her hoof was massaging Octavia's inner thighs, eliciting squeaks from the mare. Vinyl moved on to nibbling on Octavia's ear, while her hoof continued to play with the cellist's most private area in all ways possible. Squeaks soon were replaced with prolonged moans; but Vinyl was just getting started.

Trying to occupy a more convenient position, she shifted, one of her hooves still pleasuring Octavia, with the other one propped against the bed's edge. Suddenly, Vinyl felt her hoof fall into the small chink between the matress and the carcass; and, what was surprising, she felt something under her hoof. Something long and... rubber? Oh my gosh! This can't be a...

She stopped stroking Octavia's opening, much to the disapproval of the grey mare, who was almost reaching her climax, and levitated the object from the chink, holding it between Octavia and her.

The cellist's eyes shot wide open as she realised what exactly Vinyl had discovered. Her... toy, the thing that she had thought she would never see again.

"Oh, look at what we've got here!" Vinyl grinned slyly, Octavia's embarrassment only adding more and more fuel to the fire of her excitement. "If it isn't Tavi's little toy~" she cooed, stroking the red dildo in mocking care.

"Vinyl!" Octavia exclaimed, blushing furiously. "I... This..." she stammered, unable not to notice how hot and alluring the white pianist looked, holding the toy in her hooves. It matches her eyes perfectly... Octvia noted with some kind of perverted amazement.

"You are a naughtly little filly, aren't you, Octavia?" Vinyl whispered, tilting the dildo, using her marefriend's full name for emphasis.

"No... I..." Octavia stammered with a blush. I can't believe she managed to find it!

"Oh, but you are~" Vinyl cooed, taking an experimental lick of the toy, which made Octavia's face redden even more. "I think I can still taste your juices on it..." the white mare teased, noticing that Octavia's hoof slowly found its way down to her lower belly.

"Uh-uh!" Vinyl enveloped the grey hoof in her telekinetic grip, preventing it from following its course. "No, no, no, Tavi. Your little pussy will get what she wants only after you admit you are a Naughty. Little. Filly." The pianist couldn't help but feel more and more aroused at the dirty talk, her own body seeking salvation.

"I... I am a..." Octavia mumbled, her face flushed, her gaze locked on the sheets. I can't bring myself to say this!

"You used to masturbate using this little toy every night, right, Tavi?" the unicorn purred into the grey mare's ear as her hoof began delicately massaging the area around Octavia's flower, avoiding touching the prize, however. "You are so dirty..."

Octavia couldn't hold it any longer. I don't know what I'm doing don't know what I'm doing don't know- "Yes!" she screamed on top of her lungs, passion and lust getting the best of her. "I am a naughty little filly and I need to be punished!"

Vinyl's eyes widened; she hadn't expected Octavia to drive into the roleplay so eagerly. Still, she was only glad that the grey mare was ready to go, that they had a whole day ahead, that the door was locked and the walls were soundproof.

"I think I didn't quite hear you, Tavi..." Vinyl nibbled on Octavia's ear, while her hoof was going about the cellist's sacred opening in round movements, getting closer and closer to the goal.

"I want you to punish me! I'm a bad, naughty, dirty little filly!" the cellist yelled, all thoughts in her head flushed out by the tidal wave of desire.

Without wasting any time, Vinyl shoved her hoof down Octavia's pussy violently, clopping it roughly, while she slapped her wonderful curvy grey flank with a hoof.

Octvia let out a loud moan at the feeling of being spanked and clopped at the same time. She had to admit, she had never been spanked before, or punished in any way; but it felt so good!

"Feels good, right, Tavi?" Vinyl whispered into the cellist's ear, her hot breath falling onto the grey mare's skin and mane. "You like this, do you?"

Octavia couldn't reply but simply moaned, its seeming the only thing she could do at the moment. "Vinyl; I'm close!" she managed to let out, however, as she felt an orgasm on its way to her body.

Suddenly, Vinyl stopped abruptly, making Octavia groan. "Why would you-" she began but another spanking silenced her.

"You didn't mean to left me unsatisfied, Tavi, did you?" Vinyl asked with a sly grin and took the red toy in her mouth, sucking on it. All of a sudden, Octavia wanted to join in; and, knowing better than to suppress her urges during their fun time, she did so, sucking on the dildo from the other end.

In a few seconds, Vinyl let go fo the toy with an audible pop that excited them both even more. I swear to Celestia she did it on purpose! Octavia thought as she watched Vinyl twist like a snake, meandering towards her precious opening, the toy in her hoof.

The pianist placed a sloppy kiss right on Octavia's flower, to which the cellist responded with a loud eep, and, taking in the wonderful, imperceptibly lavender cinnamon-ish smell and taste of her mare, brought the rubber device to the opening. All right, Vinyl, time to plug that guitar in! she thought, chuckling at how she still had managed to make a colourful metaphor at such a time.

With that, and without further hesitation, the white unicorn inserted the toy into her marefriend, making sure to twist it a little as it slid in. Octavia erupted in a hurricane of profanity, unusual to her, as the feeling of complete - no, double... make it triple! - bliss filled her whole, not leaving even a little spot for any other emotion.

Seeing her marefriend in such a euphoric state, Vinyl immediately resolved to experience the same. Just as she lay across Octavia, their legs entwined in a scissors-like manner, she slid the other end of the toy into her inner folds. The world erupted in a kaleidoscope of energy and emotion, as if time stood still and the only real event in the world was this ecstatic moment.

Octavia considered it a good idea to actually start moving her legs; and she had to admit, she had never come across a better idea in her entire life. Vinyl soon followed her example, and the whole room became one large piece of art composed of two moving mares, their bodies entwined, inequine moans escaping their lips.

Octavia felt herself close to the edge. "Vinyl, I-I-I- AAAH!" As the cellist danced on the edge of transcendence in the wake of her orgasm, Vinyl thrust her hips one last time, feeling her own orgasm drawing her in, the whirlwind of pleasure making her scream on top of her lungs.

In a few minutes, Octavia could finally regain the ability to form thoughts once more. She tried to roll over, but realised that her body didn't feel like obeying her brain's commands. Finally, she managed to say, "Wow. Vinyl, this was the best sex I have ever had..." she felt her eyelids closing on their own, despite it was only morning... or was it afternoon already?

"Yeah..." Vinyl whispered, not able to move a limb as well, concentrating all her telekinetic power on extracting the amazing toy and dropping it near the bed. She didn't feel like moving at all; neither did Octavia. So they simply lay next to each other, their legs still entwined in a most peculiar manner, their hearts beating in unison.