Chapter 199 Her Identity*

Chapter 199  Her Identity*

She felt a bolt of current passing through her nipple as he licked on it. His tongue savored the taste of the cheese on her breasts.

He pressed her breasts together and fondled them while his mouth sucked one nipple after the another.

"This is the best type of massage," Lily moaned and declared in satisfaction.

"Let's make it better," Orpheus passed a hand on the back of her neck to tilt her head forward while his other hand cupped her breast up.

Lily's tongue parted from her lips to lick over the areola. Orpheus's tongue joined hers and soon they were both licking over her nipples in delight.

She felt a mix of different tastes as their lips once again joined for a kiss. As the kiss intensified and their tongues mingled, she left the table.

"We need to get ready for the main massage," He announced as their mouths left each other.

"We do," Lily nodded as her eyes moved to his sports shorts where the bulging outline was on display.

He slid off his sports shorts and his throbbing hard cock sprang from confinement. Her delicate hands stroke his cock a few times, after which she bent down.

She kissed the head of his raging hard-on with her soft red lips. Her hands, in the meantime, gently rubbed the testicles.

She placed her tongue at the base of his shaft and slowly licked back to the head of his cock. She then slowly slid his cock into her mouth.

Orpheus grabbed a handful of her soft hairs as Incursio looked at him. Their eyes meet as she slid her lips up and down the shaft of his cock.

Slowly as she built momentum, she opened her mouth wider to take him further down to the end of her throat.

She continued this motion for a minute allowing his cock to enjoy the warmth and moist feeling of her mouth.

There was a smile on her face as she freed his cock from her mouth. She stood up and glanced at him with eyes filled with anticipation.

"Time for the main message," He wrapped his arms around her waist to position her on the edge of the table.

He swiftly angled his hips while she opened her thighs further apart. She held her pussy lips between her fingers on each side and pulled them apart letting him see the inside.

Orpheus glanced at the scene with fascination while he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her entrance.

"Please my love" Lily's face was flushed from the teasing, "Don't make me wait."

His cock throbbed in excitement as he pushed it against her opening. He applied some more force and her moist vagina engulfed the head of his cock.

"Oh! Dear ancestor forgives me for turning like this but I don't regret it because only he can make it like this.'' Lily clenched the table tightly as his cock gradually advanced into hers.

Orpheus paid no heed to Lily's rambling and advanced deeper into hers. He could feel her pussy covering his cock with warmth and wetness as he penetrated further.

"Ohhhhhh!'' She felt a jolt of pressure and discomfort as he reached the end of her pussy. He quickened his pace and she gradually became accustomed to him.

"Faster," Lily in trance demanded with her head arched back. She clutched his shoulders tightly with her nails clawed deep into his skin.

He pulled her into him and began ramming inside her with more force. She started matching his thrust as he continued driving inside her.

"Ohhhhh fuck," She moaned loudly without restraints.

Orpheus closed his lips to hers as he pumped her harder and slammed her out of her mind.

"Ohhh Yesss!" As he thrust frantically into her deepest depths, the orgasm took over her. She began shaking uncontrollably with every part of her body relaxing in blasts of pleasure.

The real Lily silently endured everything, she couldn't do anything otherwise, and she resigned to her fate.

The peaceful, joyous night ended as the first rays of dawn spilled through the window.

The following morning, Orpheus woke up with Lily nestled in his chest like a little kitten, while the smell of their love nectar still lingered in the air. It had been one crazy night, where they both surrendered themselves to carnal pleasure and vented their lust on each other.

A shade of redness was still noticeably seen on Lily's rosy cheeks.

However, it was not the result of physically exerting and exhausting herself from last night's battle. There was not even a speck of fatigue on her blissfully sleeping face. Whatever fatigue there had been, it was all swept away and only the vibrant glow of a blossomed flower was left behind.

As he watches Lily sleeping contentedly with eyes filled with affection, he couldn't help but move away the few strands of hair overlapping her face behind her ears and give her a soft peck on the forehead.

Orpheus observed Lily in silence and Lily possessing the body to retain her breath, unlike the sleeping Lily she was not and could feel everything.

''Love is sweet, yet more as fresh fruit than candy or confectionery. Love is colorful, yet more as summer blooms than the neon lights of frenetic city streets. Love is steady and forgiving, yet more as the wise mother than the servant in chains. Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other. In love we have our "forever home" and it gives us the ability to fly so freely, joyfully returning when each heart calls for the other's touch.'' Orpheus declared while lovingly caressing her cheek.

''Because your love is so whole, my missing pieces appear. Because your touch carries such passion, what was scarred becomes soft once more. Because you are steady and patient, my open wounds have time to seal and varnish. Perhaps that is why they say love is such magic, this gift from the universe, this sweet addiction to the man I was born to find. For with my twin soul, the only other born in the same flame as I, we can bathe one other in warmth and light as easily as we breathe, immune and oblivious to darkness. I love you Emealeena, for you Emea I'll come back from the dead. I love you now and forever.'' Orpheus declared but the real Lily was too shocked because she learned a shocking truth from Orpheus's declaration, the identity of the owner's dreams.

'So it was you.' Lily smiled bitterly, no wonder she thought.