The Black Onyx Pact (37 page)

Drakkar looks reproachfully at Tarasque, but Tarasque doesn't seem to care. Claude, instead, is watching them with deep interest. Tarasque pushes Nymphe's head down flattening her face on the floor; a second later he pulls her head up again and she looks deeply mortified.

«I
—
I'm sorry, Sir!»

He flares his nostrils and gets her face closer so to bite gently her lower lip before to kiss her. When he lets her go, she remains with her mouth open, rapturously expecting to feel more of that wonderful kiss. Tarasque smiles and caresses her face before to spank her hard on that smooth butt.

«Go away, Nymphette, before I mount you here in front of the others!» he murmurs excited.

She giggles turning her back and crawling to Claude. When she stops in front of the man she closes her eyes opening the mouth, waiting for his finger. But Claude raises his hand ready to slap her hard.

«Don't-you-dare-to-do-it.» hisses Tarasque staring at him sideways.

Nymphe opens her eyes and looks at Claude to understand what is going on.

«When you slapped her she liked it!» complains Claude.

«Did she give
you
the permission to do so?» asks Tarasque.

Claude is extremely angered by that affront.

«And you then?»

«I got her permission to do this every time I want to.»

Drakkar realizes of that grumbling, but still doesn't intervene.

Claude looks at Nymphe.

«Is it true that you have given him permission to treat you like that whenever he wants?»

«Yes.»

«Can I treat you like this too?»

«No.»

Claude clenches his jaw, clearly refraining himself from hitting her seriously. Nymphe feels the nervousness of the man and crawls away, going near Sibylle who is still playing with Tribal's finger.

Claude leans over Tarasque snarling.

«You're just a lucky bastard to have such a whore at your feet!»

Tarasque remains impassive.

«And you are just a rude ignorant. We are not repressed teenagers, Caligula, we are men who know what sex is and what role play is; we indulge in respect and complicity, so don't you dare to disrespect a woman who is donating herself. And better for you not to disrespect Nymphe again, not in front of me.»

Claude grimaces.

«Who the hell you think you are to talk to me like that?! Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you are a member of the
sublime
? Without your precious ring you are nothing!»

Tarasque sips calmly his wine.

«You better not use that tone with me, Caligula.»

Claude grinds his teeth.

«Or what?»

Tarasque doesn't bat an eyelid.

«Or I'll make you kick out of the Club.»

Claude chuckles in derision.

«You? Ha! I don't think you have the power to do that!»

«And I don't think you understand how powerful I am in the Club.»

«You consider yourself powerful just because you are a member of the Black Onyx Pact?!»

«No, as a member of the Black Onyx Pact I just feel disgusted for those who fail to respect the other members. Especially the women.»

Drakkar gets up and goes to them whom turn to look that tall imposing man watching them with angry eyes.

«This evening is for the ladies here and if you want to neglect them, please leave. I don't want to see quarreling again, is that clear?»

The two men nod. Drakkar looks at them with his incredibly awe-inspiring eyes then goes to sit in a armchair by the fireplace and picks up a purple velvet box putting it on his lap.

«
Mesdames
, I have a present for you.»

The two women crawl up to him showing their beautiful rears to the men. Drakkar opens the box and takes out a purple solid glass dildo with raised black spirals on the full length. Sibylle and Nymphe moan and giggle reaching out to touch it. Drakkar puts away the box and grabs the dildo from the base handing to them one at time. Both lick it and kiss it on the tip.

«Do you like the present?» ask them in a hoarse voice.

«Oh yes!» they exclaim in unison.

«And do you like the idea of having seven erected men whom desire only to penetrate you while, instead, you will fill your beautiful meat flowers with this?»

Sibylle looks at him with a look that says: “
I would prefer a thousand times yours!”
, that makes Drakkar smile.

The man gives the dildo to Nymphe who takes it right in her mouth, sucking it hard. With the dildo into her mouth she crawls back to the center of the rug where everyone can see them well. Sibylle approaches her and starts licking the sides of her friend's mouth in a silent request to let her suck too. Nymphe takes it out and gives it to Sibylle, who sucks in her sweet mouth under the eyes of the excited men. The two girls exchange the dildo as if it were the last bottle of water for two scattered in the desert.
Sibylle whispers something to Nymphe and the girl turns around going on all fours leaning forward with the head, fully exposing her butt. Sibylle caresses her thighs then holds open her buttocks and licks her well between her legs, while the men increase the speed of their masturbation. Especially Richelieu and Lupin seem about to come, in fact, they both stop the hands to regain control.

Drakkar smiles: rarely he saw his “
Clubrothers
” so aroused.

Meanwhile, Sibylle holds tight the dildo and puts it at the entrance of Nymphe's labia pushing it slowly, making her gasping in pleasure. The men watching spread better their legs enjoying that erotic view. Nymphe widens her vaginal lips with the fingers to allow the dildo to penetrate her. Sibylle pushes faster stimulating the clitoris with the other hand, making her pant harder. The men look Drakkar, mutely asking his permission to do something and Drakkar nods. They get up going to stand around the two young women, to admire them better. Almost all of them have the crystal goblet of wine in one hand and their hard member in the other. Their hoarse voices incite Sibylle to penetrate Nymphe faster. Drakkar notices that Tarasque didn't get up so he goes to him.
«Don't you want to be near your Nymphe while she comes?»

The man sighs.

«I cannot. If I go near my Nymphe I won't be able to restrain myself from mounting her fiercely.»

«You are a member of the
sublime
, you should have a higher self-control.»

«I have it, you should know. Put me in front of twenty naked women begging me to take them and I will resist. But don't put me in front of my Nymphette who is about to reach the orgasm, because I won't resist a second.»
He looks at Nymphe and adds in a whisper:
«Can we meet the girls after this rendezvous?»

Drakkar looks at him reprovingly.

«It wouldn't be fair toward the other members.»

«I don't give a fuck. How can you have this self-control? Don't you want to have sex with Sibylle?»

«Tarasque, I want to have sex with Sibylle every time I think of her, but I am a man able to control his instincts. I've been trained to do that primarily in my job.»

Tarasque watches Nymphe fondling her own boobs, increasing the moaning of pleasure while Sibylle continues to penetrate her with the dildo, while the men around comment erotically but elegantly what they see, while her vibrating body awaits the pleasure.
Tarasque moves a hand between his own legs, stroking his erection. He takes a deep breath and looks at his friend again.

«Have you ever seen me in this state, Drakkar?»

«Yes, at Ambre initiation's ceremony.»

They both smile remembering that night of refined eroticism.

«It has been a great ceremony, perhaps one of the most beautiful of the Black Onyx Pact. But apart from that?»

«No, I've never seen you so deeply touched by a girl.»

«That woman has bewitched me, Drakkar.»

Meanwhile, Sibylle stimulates Nymphe more intensely while the girl squirms beautifully, encouraged to come by the men around her. Caligula sips his wine, curiously staring at Sibylle instead of Nymphe. Sibylle notices his gaze and smiles at him. Probably he didn't expect that smile because he pauses standing with the arm in the air, amazed by her kindness. Finally Nymphe reaches the orgasm, groaning loudly and shaking, accompanied by the voices of the men who praise her.

Tarasque leans his head back on the couch breathing deeply as if he had finally found peace. Drakkar smiles and goes to the girls. He crouches down beside Nymphe and gives her a long, strong, slow caress from head to bottom.

«Good girl, that's how a woman shows her beautiful femininity. You have been wonderful, Nymphe. Thank you for allowing us to enjoy the magnificence of your orgasm.»
The other men thank her too and Nymphe smiles, looking Tarasque through the spaces between the legs of the men around. Tarasque looks at her, smiles and raises his glass, mutely toasting at her. Nymphe sit straight and Sibylle brushes gently some tufts of hair from her face. They exchange a kiss on the lips before to hug tight.
«Aww.» say all the men smiling.
When the two girls move away from each other, Drakkar touches Sibylle face.

«We would like to see you coming too, Améthyste.»

Sibylle goes to sit down on the chaise longue spreading her legs, and Nymphe kneels in front of her starting to penetrate her slowly with the purple glass dildo.

The men stand around the chaise long now. Even Tarasque approaches this time. Drakkar stares at Sibylle with a smirk on his face. He enjoys seeing her moving sinuously as soon as Nymphe touches her exposed clitoris; he enjoys seeing her closing the eyes and panting incessantly, touching her breast; he enjoys seeing those juicy vaginal lips so pink and wet; he enjoys seeing her moving her hips toward the dildo. She is beautiful.

The men around them masturbate silently, with an elegance that neither Sibylle or Nymphe thought it was possible for a man to have in a circumstance like that.

Meanwhile, Drakkar observes Claude, whom curiously doesn't speak. Usually he is the most talkative during the evenings like those, but today he is strangely silent. He has been silent all the time, that's really weird.

Sibylle begins to pant louder as her stomach moves involuntary to follow the spasms of pleasure growing in her. Nymphe moves the dildo eagerly, licking the clitoris and stroking her thighs.

Drakkar accentuates his smile, feeling the erections become almost painful. He turns to look at Tarasque and the two exchange a glance of complicity, it's the gaze of when they share the same thought.

Sibylle unleashes her orgasm in a high-pitched scream, but Drakkar understands she has retained it.

Claude flares his nostrils, feeling strange, stunned. Those flattering comments about Sibylle excite him incredibly. How come he never noticed that wild side of her beautiful wife? If he only knew before... All those years wasted on cheating on her, not coming home to her warm wife just to have sex with unknown women much less interesting than her.

When Sibylle calms down she smiles at Nymphe and they embrace strongly, thanking each other for that unforgettable night. What a wonderful feeling!

Later, Sibylle and Nymphe are accompanied by Saphir in a large bedroom on the upper floor which has been reserved just for them for all the night. Saphir asks the girls if everything was fine and they smile satisfied, telling her how well they have been. Saphir is happy to hear that. She advise them to enjoy a nice hot bath and leaves. The two young women decide to take a long shower instead, washing each other without stop giggling and commenting about all men. Then they talk about what they shared, what they liked of each other. When they finish they dry well, always smiling at each other, joined by that new complicity. They wear some fine satin dressing gowns and pour cold sparkling white wine in two crystal blue glasses before to sit comfortably on the king sized bed. While they are intent on joking about how they looks weird when they reach the orgasm, the bedroom door opens and Drakkar and Tarasque enter silently.

The girls stops talking and put the glasses on the nightstand while the men close quietly the door behind them leaning against it. For a long minute no one say a word. Then the men smile at the same time.

«We have come to pay homage to the two divine creatures that delighted us.» asserts Drakkar with his deep voice.

«May we come closer?» asks Tarasque.

Sibylle and Nymphe nod smiling. Tarasque takes off his mask and Nymphe gasps when she sees that beautiful face of his. She feels strange every time she sees those magnetic blue eyes and that virile face. The two men take off their black jacket too and advance resolutely; when they arrive near them they go down on their knees. Tarasque in front of Nymphe and Drakkar in front of Sibylle. Keeping looking at their beautiful faces they caress the women's silky legs then gently widen them and insinuate their face between their thighs to lick them devoutly. The two young women close their eyes. The men's tongues are hot, sometimes soft sometimes hard, and lick with dedication their meaty flowers that smell of fruit. Their big hands clutch the pale thighs of the girls while their hungry mouths devour them.