The Fire in Her Heart

The Fire in Her Heart

Chapter 31.5

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I wonder if we will ever get to use our bed, Octavia thought as the tipsy unicorn pinned her down to the sofa lustily. Vinyl was definitely in the mood. Her every nerve, every cell of her body was craving for sex, and Octavia could feel it very well. On one hoof, she was slightly scared of her mare's over-excitement, but on the other hoof, she radiated arousal, both physically, for her inner folds were already getting wet, and mentally, for the rational part of her brain seemed to cease functioning, letting her primeval instincts guide her body. And those instincts kicked in very well.

Without losing any precious time, Octavia dragged Vinyl into a fast, fervent kiss. Her tongue slid into her mare's mouth, engaging Vinyl's in a passionate wrestle. However, the pianist wasn't about to give the privilege of domination to her marefriend  tonight: as she achieved victory over Octavia's tongue, now taking the battle to the cellist's mouth, her horn lit up as she concentrated her magic for something... new.

Vinyl felt her horn become wet, and she would have grinned victoriously if her mouth weren't occupied with Octavia's. That meant that the spell was working. Now to get *her** wet...*

Vinyl's hoof made its way down to Octavia's marehood, rubbing it in soft motions. The cellist broke the kiss and gasped, a wave of delight rushing through her body. She was getting more and more aroused with each passing second. In fact, the whole situation appealed to her a lot: it reminded her of the first week they had spent together - passionate love-making was an integral part of their relationship back then, and so it was now. It felt as if all struggles and worries of the past were fading as Vinyl kissed her neck, moving her head lower and lower and-

Oh. Octavia blinked in surprise as something warm reached her inner thighs, something a little sharp, albeit wet and slimy and... A horn?! But of course it would be. After all, Vinyl had suggested... it several minutes ago, and she, Octavia, had expressed her approval.

"Tavi, are you ready?" Vinyl asked, her voice trembling a little as she was preparing for taking a leap of faith, jumping into the unknown. She wasn't sure what would happen, or if it would feel good at all. But... She remember Tavi licking her horn, sucking on it so fervently... The private space between Vinyl's legs became warm and wet as she reminisced the blissful experience.

"Yes!" the cellist squeaked, the tension building inside her body already filling her whole.

Vinyl smirked. "You know, it's nice of you to let me-"

"Just do it already!" Octavia yelled, losing the last bits of her composure.

"I'll take it as a 'You're welcome'," the pianist said and, with that, slid her horn into her mare's opening.

The feeling that rushed through the mares' bodies, and, as it seemed, through the whole room, enveloping the two musical ponies, could not be described not only by Vinyl's poor vocabulary, but also by Octavia's extensive word stock. Ecstatic pleasure was dancing on the edge of transcendence, blackening the vision, making every nerve flutter and scream in pleasure.

Obeying her instincts, guided by the blind desire to prolong the mutual pleasure, Vinyl began ploughing her mare with her horn, which, by now, was shining with magical energy.

The next few minutes were spent in blissful grunts and groans, and grinding, and occasional moans from both mares. Vinyl felt a tightening pressure building inside her horn - a feeling novel to her; were she less aroused and lust-driven, she would have certainly stopped, but her mind didn't belong to her now. Her whole body, soul and conscience were claimed by the wonderful grey cellist, whose moans by now had evolved into loud yells and waves of profanity.

Vinyl grunted and quickened her pace, assaulting the grey mare roughly, her horn hot and wet; if she were able to see it, she would have been surprised by the fact that her horn was radiating a grey magical aura, sparkles of magical energy already escaping the tip.

Dammit, I'm close... Vinyl's horn began trembling and, just as Octavia grabbed her mare's head with her hooves, reaching an intense orgasm, erupted in a fountain of magical energy, sending sparks right into Octavia, even when Vinyl managed to take out her horn, her weary head falling onto the sheets.

"W-what was that?" Octavia asked, breathing heavily. Never in her life had she experienced anything like this: a mountain of pleasure on her plain, and a strange feeling of being... full... And, of course, Vinyl's sudden magical climax resonated off her as well.

"D-dunno," Vinyl replied in a meek tone, trying to roll over hopelessly: her tired limbs didn't allow it yet. "But... it felt good."

"Yes..." Octavia agreed, smiling. "It felt good."

"Consider it a New Year present," Vinyl said with a grin, winking at her mare.

"Oh, shush, you..." The grey pony lifted a pillow with a clear intention to stuff it into her mare's talkative muzzle, but the fatigue got the best of her, and she yawned, her head falling onto Vinyl's chest.

The pianist stroked the dishevelled black mane and kissed Octavia on the forehead. "Happy New Year, love," she whispered, closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.