The Fire in Her Heart

The Fire in Her Heart

Chapter 30.5

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Vinyl crawled onto her mare, lust and passion lighting her eyes to the degree they were shining like beacons of love in the dark room. She was fully enthralled by her carnivorous stance, her lips attacking Octavia's passionately. The grey pony mumbled something into the kiss but soon gave in, enveloping her marefriend in a tight embrace, her hooves stroking the white pony's back lovingly.

Oh, how I have missed this...Octavia thought, lowering her hooves. All past worries and struggles seemed to have faded away at this magical moment. Nothing else mattered now, only her mare's hot breath on her skin, only Vinyl's tongue entwined with hers, only her front hoof that by now had slid dangerously close to...

Oh ho ho, no you don't! Octavia grinned and, gathering her power, rolled over, pinning the white unicorn to the sofa, taking her by surprise. The pianist raised her brow questioningly, taken aback by her mare's sudden action.

"Oh, Vinyl, you didn't think you would be dominating the bedroom tonight, did you?" the cellist cooed into the white ear that immediately turned red afterwards.

"T-tavi, I-" Vinyl began, aroused and excited to the limit. Dammit, I can totally get used to Tavi being so... active, she thought as the grey hooves kept on stroking her back and massaging her flanks.

"Hush," Octavia whispered, nibbling on Vinyl's ear, eliciting a squeak of pleasure from the white mare. "Tonight, your Tavi is being... Octy..."

The smell of Vinyl's excitement spread around the room as she moaned in delight from the sensation of Octavia's hoof sliding into her inner folds.

"Did you want to say something, Vinyl?" Octavia teased her mare as she rubbed her clit in fast circular motions.

"T-t-t-t-t-t-TAVI!" the pianist yelled, moving rhythmically towards Octavia's hoof, bathing in pleasure.

"What was it?" The cellist grinned in mischief, fastening her motions. A sudden idea struck her, and she licked her lips in mischief. Yes, that should do it... She eyed Vinyl's horn closely and took an experimental lick. The white mare yelled as a tidal wave of pleasure ripped through her body. I didn't know horns were so sensitive... the cellist mused, now taking the whole length into her mouth as she began sucking on her mare's horn intensively.

Vinyl's moans grew louder as Octavia quickened her sucking, desperate to bring her mare to the edge.

However, Vinyl had other ideas in her already hazed mind. Concentrating her magic, she levitated Octavia in such a way that the mares were now in a perfect sixty-nine position. Octavia yelped in surprise but got accustomed to the new position instantly, her tongue sliding into Vinyl's opening without hesitation.

The pianist moaned sensually and, licking her lips, dove into Octavia's inner folds fervently, her hooves holding the grey mare's hind legs, which almost bucked her in the face as she located a familiar little knob, kissing it deeply.

Octavia screamed on top of her lungs as her vision blackened for a moment from the tension that was building up inside her body.

"Feels good, Octy?" Vinyl grinned, feeling each nerve of her mare's body go wild.

Octavia shivered in pleasure, her body twitching, an orgasm already approaching her as her mare licked, and kissed, and nibbled on her clit. But she didn't want to leave her marefriend unsatisfied, so she found nothing better but to copy Vinyl's actions.

The white mare yelled something unrecognisable as a wave of pleasure hit her, covering her whole. Every cell of her body prepared to meet the release that she was so longing for.

Not so talkative any more, Vinyl? Octavia thought with satisfaction, not voicing her unspoken question, lest she stop the love game.

Several more seconds spent in playing with each other, the mares felt it approaching. No matter how hard Octavia wanted to just relax and let the orgasm overcome her, she quickened her pace instead, practically assaulting Vinyl's clit now. A blissful scream escaped the pianist's lips, and that was enough for Octavia to feel her own orgasm approach, washing away all thoughts and emotions, breaking all chains that tied her to the world, letting her ascend to the very heaven.

The two mares lay in silence, panting, for a few minutes. It had surely been a long time since they'd last been intimate. And it was totally worth the wait. While Octavia couldn't fully overcome the pain behind her mother's death, her sorrow was constantly softened by her mare's gentle care and undying love.

The cellist rolled over and placed a kiss on Vinyl's forehead, making the white mare mumble something sleepily.

What now? Octavia wondered idly, remembering a particular moment from the past when she lay just like this, Vinyl by her side, with no idea what the future would bring. She ran her hoof through Vinyl's spiked mane.

"Honey?" she asked, nudging her mare slightly so that the pianist wouldn't fall asleep in the next few seconds.

"Mmhm?" Vinyl responded lazily, opening one eye in what seemed to Octavia a painfully cute manner.

"I was thinking..." Octavia began, drawing  circles in Vinyl's mane. "Maybe Lyra and Bon-Bon know some kind of place where we can get work, given that we're really living here in Los Pegasus from now on?.." she mused aloud, turning her head towards her mare, looking into her ruby eyes.

"Maybe... Hey, you were thinking about Lyra and Bon-Bon while we were having sex?" Vinyl wondered, making Octavia blush and open her mouth. "Nah, it's good, was thinking 'bout them too," she said with a wide grin.

"Vinyl!"  Octavia exclaimed in embarrassment, hitting her mare with a pillow.

"Ouch!" Vinyl exclaimed in a mockingly-offended way. "I get it you like it rough, Octy?"

She was met with another mighty pillow blow developed by the grey pony, who muttered something under her breath and hugged her silly, but at the same time so perfect, mare.

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Meanwhile, in the adjacent flat, two mares lay on their spacious bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Was that?.." Bon-Bon finally asked, turning her head towards her wife, pointing at the wall behind which their neighbours had been... very loud some minutes ago.

Lyra met her gaze with a wide grin.

"Told'ja, Bonnie. 'Unpacking'?" She huffed and waved her hoof in the air. "'Twas an excuse to rut each other till they can't stand straight."