The moans came loud and uninhibited from the countryside cottage. Night had swept over the land and the dim light of the candle shone through the open window. Inside lay the captivating Eurydice with her body bucking wildly beneath the blanket and her head thrown back into the pillow. Her moans were filled with passion, long and loud. Her brown eyes had rolled upward and a slight smile played across her face whenever she wasn’t biting her lip or trying to retrieve her breath. Finally her whole body tensed up and she let out the loudest crying moan of the night before turning her blushed red face into the pillow and letting out little whimpering moans.
“Stop. Oh gods, stop. I can’t — I can’t,” she spoke in a breathy, rushed voice as her body still wriggled slightly, almost as if trying to move away from the source of her immense pleasure.
The short brown hair of Orpheus revealed itself first from under the covers as his head traveled away from between the legs of his new wife. He took his time to come up fully, kissing along her body as he went. When his face was fully removed from under the blanket it revealed the face of a young man in her early 20s who was all smiles upon making eye contact with his bride.