In a certain garden, around a tree, Orpheus held Emea's chin, peering into her blue eyes while her pert lips stood an inch away from his.
Captivated by his beautiful cerulean eyes, Emea fell into a trance, allowing their silent exchange to prolong into a languorous standoff.
Finally Orpheus wrapped his arm around her waist, pressing her tighter against his chest. Their warm breaths intertwined, prompting her to act.
Rising to her toes, the goddess of life pressed her lips against Orpheus's lips. The Black Prince's grin broadened, and his tongue sneaked past Emea's lips, latching on and coiling with her tongue while their spit meshed and his hands roamed her luscious body.
