The Fire in Her Heart

The Fire in Her Heart

Chapter 21.5

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As Octavia bent over Vinyl, her silhouette alluringly punctuated by early moonlight, the pianist noticed how sexy the grey mare looked with that black hat on top of her head. Her black mane was flowing freely onto her shoulders, as if a gentle breeze was guiding it, as Vinyl leaned in and met Octavia's lips with hers.

For the first time for many days, the mares could finally give in to passion and lust, not breaking the kiss at each and every hushed step coming from the corridor. Everything was perfect, once more.

Involved in the kiss, VInyl didn't notice the cellist's hoof slide down her body, massaging and tickling it all the way, quickly, without restraint. It's been so long... Octavia mused and, breaking the kiss, lowered her head in such a manner that her lips were just an inch away from Vinyl's inner folds. The very feeling of the cellist's hot breath against her was driving Vinyl insane; she couldn't linger any more; it had been a long time since she had last reached satisfaction, and, well, the hooves just didn't do their job, now that she was dating Octavia, who, to her mind, was the very definition of a sex beast. A very kind and caring sex beast, she reminded herself, working her magic in such a manner that she levitated Octavia on top of her, the pianist lying beneath, facing her cellist's marehood now.

While Octavia was a little surprised by the new position they hadn't tried before, she didn't hesitate and began licking Vinyl's private parts vigorously, thirsty for the sensation. Vinyl moaned and buried her muzzle into Octavia's inner folds, copying the action. For both mares, it was difficult to concentrate on the task, the feeling of being eaten out outshining all attempts to focus on their respectice attempts at pleasuring each other; though, it didn't last long. Before they could even contemplate what was going on, their bodies acted in their stead: Octavia came first, her trembling body sending shivers down Vinyl's spine, as her own body arched and she let out a moan, struck by a powerful orgasm.

The musical ponies lay in silence for a few moments, regaining their breath. Finally, Vinyl spoke.

"Wow, that was fast, wasn't it?" she wondered lazily, stroking Octavia's mane. "Though, I don't think it's our fault." She waved her hoof in the air wearily. "I must admit, it's been a long time, since we, y'know..."

"Hush, you," Octavia whispered, planting a breezy kiss on Vinyl's lips. "Don't even think I'm done with you for tonight," she whispered into the unicorn's ear, making her blush. "I just need a few minutes to regain my breath."

"Say, Tavi..." Vinyl ran a hoof through Octavia's mane, while her other hoof slapped the grey mare on the flank, eliciting an embarrassed eep from her. "I was wondering, why is your cutie mark a treble clef? I mean, most cello music is written in bass clef, right?" the pianist wondered, not being a huge fan of reading or writing sheet music herself. It just kills creativity, she mused. When you write something down, you stop playing it by ear. And her whole life had proved so far that playing it by ear - playing everything  by ear was the only right course of action, no matter where it led.

"Oh, so you were thinking about clefs while we were having sex?" Octavia asked with mockery in her eyes. Before Vinyl could open her mouth to protest, she carried on, "Well, it's a long story. I'll tell it tomorrow, okay?"

"Tavi, if it's that kind of story that brings about painful memories..." Vinyl began cautiously, knowing the experience vey well.

"Oh, no, no!" Octavia chuckled. "In fact, it's rather heart-warming. That's why I want to save it for tomorrow evening," she explained.

"I see." Vinyl pondered for a moment. "Well, since Hearth's Warming Eve is the day for sharing sweet stories, I'll tell you how I got my cutie mark tomorrow, too!" she exclaimed.

"That would be great." Octavia smiled, but her smile eventually turned into a wide grin. "But now..." She leaned closer to Vinyl, ready for another 'session', and raised her hoof to take off the hat, lest it interrupt them.

"Tavi..." Vinyl stopped her, placing her hoof on top of the cellist's. She smiled and winked. "You can leave your hat on."