The Black Onyx Pact (5 page)

Drakkar closes his eyes controlling the urge to penetrate her, wanting to taste her warm flesh. He wants to be the one enjoying that magnificent body! His hand stops as he looks at her more intensely. That pink oyster is so incredibly tempting...

No, he cannot resist a second longer: he buttons up his pants, pushes open the gate and enters the cage.
As soon as Sibylle realizes he is inside she leaves the dildo and runs to sit on the chaise longue, taking a white towel to cover her breast. The man is even bigger and powerful seen up so closely! He really puts one in awe with his imposing size. He sits beside her and strokes her hair to soothe her.

«Oww, baby, what are you afraid of? It's me.» says his deep voice.

“It's me”
? He is a stranger! Yet those words calm her instantly.

He takes one of her trembling hands and move it to his mouth to let her touch his lips with the tip of her fingers.

«See? I don't bite.» says in a whisper.

She smiles involuntarily and stares at his green
–
amber eyes, his incredible eyes. Oh, those eyes! Wait
—
Those eyes... No, impossible. Yet, they seem the man of her dream's eyes.

He kisses the palm of her hand and smiles, caressing her face and getting closer to her ear.

«I won't hurt you, baby. Unless you want me to.» He smells her neck, moaning gutturally. «Do you want me to bite you, Améthyste?»

«Yes...»

He sinks his teeth between the neck and shoulder, making her jump. Then she calms down and closes her eyes she lowers the arm with the towel revealing her breasts. Panting harder she rubs her thighs together. What a sublime feeling! The warm hand of the man squeezes gently her breast. He moves away from her ear and leans his forehead against her head, watching the delicate breast clutched in his hand.

«You're so delicate...»

He bends down to bite her again, more forcefully, making her moan louder. Then takes her chin in her hand.

«I want to smell you here, Améthyste.» he confesses, going down with his hand.

She nods and he goes on his knees in front of her, brushing gently against her legs before insinuate his face between her trembling thighs. She hears him moaning huskily and feels his warm breath on her moist skin. Drakkar smells her deeply, visibly holding himself from devouring her.

«Mmmm, you smell so good, babe! This is the lovely smell of passion.» He looks at her. «This is the smell of a female.»

She swallows, excited by those words.

«I want to touch you with my fingers, I want to feel how warm you are, how wet you are. Okay?»

She nods again and he looks at that inviting pussy staring it with desire, then moves his fingers gently on her silky skin, on her inner thighs, on her labia, on her clitoris and then he plays with her thick labia minora. He pulls them holding them between the thumb and forefinger and kindly pulling them open, admiring the pink color of her inner femininity. He really seems about to bite her. After a deep sigh he shakes his head before saying:

«No, I cannot resist, sorry, baby. I'm going to devour it and I don't care how much you'll beg me to stop, or how much you'll try to push me away, I'll lick you until you'll implore me to penetrate you.»

«No, please
—
» she gasps, clutching her thighs.

He smirks keeping them open effortlessly. Wow, he is scarily strong!

«Oh yeah, baby, beg me, I like it.»
He lays an open hand on her stomach and then buries his face between her legs and starts licking her passionately. Sibylle opens wide her eyes when she feels the man's tongue moving in a decisive manner all over her femininity. Oh! She didn't know it could be so delightful! Claude has licked her few times, but it wasn't that passionate, it was a mere lubrication act just to facilitate the penetration. The man on his knees in front of her, on the contrary, is worshiping her. Yes, that's the right word, because she feels venerate by his devoted mouth. With his fingers he spreads her labia and dazzles her when he kisses her clam in the same way a man kisses a woman in the mouth: he lays his lips on her labia and sticks his tongue in it.
Sibylle gives a short cry of surprise and tries to push him away, ashamed of that intimate contact. He ignores the hands that try to push his head away and continues to kiss her with guttural moans. She tastes good, she tastes sweet, she really tastes of passion. Drakkar closes his eyes and lets his mouth show her what it means to desire viscerally a woman, to adore the most intimate part of her, in a deep way. His tongue moves fast and firmly. He looks like a thirsty soul who finally found some water in a burning desert. He rubs his face against her, licking, kissing, smelling. When he hears her begging to penetrate her, the erection makes his member harder than usual. He stands up, calmly freeing it.

«Mmmm, are you craving for me?»
«Yes, I am!»
«So, you want me to bang you hard?»
«Oh, yes, please!»
He smiles.
«“
Oh, yes, please
”. Mmmm, what a polite horny girl we have here. On your hands and knees.»

She obeys immediately getting on all fours on the rug. Drakkar stands behind her touching himself and staring intensely at her mouthwatering body. Sibylle turns her head to look at him with shining eyes, her face flushed and her mouth slightly open. What is he waiting for?

«Please
—
» she implores him gently, spreading the labia with her fingers.

He smirks at her.
«Yeah, baby, beg me more.»
She shakes her bottom, looking at him with puppy eyes while her voice jumps as she speaks.
«I beg you, Drakkar, take me, I'm all yours! I'm craving for you, I want you inside me! Please, my pussy is dripping
—
Please, mount me, please
—
» she sighs.
He flares his nostrils like a bull and then kneels behind her, looking at her pink flesh. Grabs her by the hips and leads his cock in her wet opening. He emits a hoarse moans of satisfaction and Sibylle lets out a deep sigh.
«
Oh bon sang
! You are so tight! Mmmm, I love it, babe.»
He is really surprised. Pleasantly surprised.

The man begins to move slowly, letting her the time to adapt at his massiveness. Although she is incredibly wet and warm she is really tight, and Drakkar spends several minute moving gently in her, caressing her bottom and her back, whispering her to relax. Sibylle feels deeply reverenced by that monumental man that is visibly fighting against his bestial instinct to avoid hurting her. And this makes her feel cared and aroused as she has never been, she wants to give all herself to him, without restrictions. Drakkar feels her intimate flesh accepting him more easily now and his pushes begin to go deeper and faster. As soon as Sibylle is well adapted to him the man insinuates in her with vehemence, pulling her against him with every thrust. Sibylle closes her eyes and begs him to push in her with more brutality. He penetrates her deeply, looking up while enjoying those incredibly sensual shivers; then grabs her hair and yanks her head back, forcing her to keep her back arched. She likes it, because in that position her breasts touch the carpet, stimulating her sensitive nipples. The man claws her buttocks, pushing furiously in her, indulging in a savage pleasure that makes him feel a strange heat in the chest. They both feel like two animals following their primal, carnal instinct.

«Touch yourself, baby, I want to hear you coming.»

Sibylle touches herself pushing against him, in a sensual request to continue, as if she fears he could stop. But the man hasn't any intention to stop, he even doubts to have the strength to do it if she'd asks. These incredible emotions caught them in a crescendo of unique sensations, and the orgasm is approaching for both. Sibylle's voice is a constant sound of gasps that flow from her throat, a mixture of high
–
pitched noises that accompany all the thrills of pleasure she feels. Drakkar seems close to lose his strong control and this amazes him. He has always been in complete control not only of himself, but also of everything that surrounds him. Sybille pants louder and louder, then her panting turns into one long cry, almost a howl, which expresses the extreme pleasure she has achieved.

Drakkar holds tight her waist with his hands and moves inside her with such ardor to give the impression of breaking her. No, he really cannot stop now. She bends over letting him push furiously. He emits short grunts with his gruff voice, enjoying that feeling like a beast. When he reaches his own pleasure he pulls his member out, spreading his seed on her beautiful milky butt. When they both calm down and begin to breathe normally, he lets out a deep sigh and spanks her twice; then he takes a towel and wipes her semen from her skin. He gets up and she sits straight, turning to look at him: he is buttoning up his pants, staring haughtily at her. Sibylle covers her breasts with her arms, feeling embarrassed again. She doesn't like the
‘
after
’
, she never did, not even with Claude. And with Drakkar it's even worse, she feels like a prostitute now. How stupid from her to search consolation in sex. What was she thinking?! Sex it's the plain pleasure of a moment which leaves just emptiness. He banged her like a beast and now he will probably leave without even say goodbye. Ah! What squalor!

Drakkar frowns from under the mask.

«Why are you covering your breast again? You feel ashamed of what we did?»

She purses her lips and looks away and he laughs softly, shaking his head. He crouches down, lifts her chin with a finger and slowly caresses her face.

«Look at me, baby. You have nothing to be ashamed of.» he whispers warmly. «Always remember: when you are with me», and points his index at her, «you are mine.» And closes his fist beating it on his chest twice.

He grabs her by the wrists and helps her to stand up.

«Come here, my
petite leveret
.» he says, hugging her tightly.

She clings to that warm and strong body, feeling protected from the world while he holds her tight with his muscular arms, the arms of an ancient god. What a wonderful feeling...
“My
petite leveret
”? Oh! Just like the man in her dream always called her! Now, that's incredible.

Drakkar lifts her carrying her to the bed, laying her gently on the clean sheets then undresses himself, keeping only the mask on. When he is naked he winks at her.

«Do you feel less embarrassed now?»

She smiles and nods. He lies down beside her and both remain silent for long.

«You have been great, baby, I liked it so much, thank you.»
She smiles, not knowing what to say. She looks at his massive body, his thick neck, those tough arms, that wide chest... He is really impressive. She notices his tattoos: a bull ready to gore on the left side of his chest, just over his heart; a black scorpion on his right shoulder and a gargoyle squatted on a rock with its wings open, just near the line of his crotch.

«They are beautiful.» she says in admiration, gently stroking his natural bronze skin.
«Thank you.» he says smiling.
«What are their meaning?» she asks curious.
Drakkar touches the one on his chest.
«This bull represents a part of my life: my job. Which for me isn't a job, but an essential part of myself.» Then he points the one on his shoulder. «I'd like to say that this scorpion symbolizes the archaic meaning of the protection against the enemies or the pureness of the revenge; but it's merely my zodiac sign.»
She smiles.
«And that magnificent gargoyle?»
He closes his eyes and sighs.
«This is the most precious to me. It symbolizes an important person of my life: my paternal grandfather. I don't only have his same name, ma I also have his temperament and his way to see life. During the second world war he was just a boy, but he was an important member of the Resistance, always ready for action. He was incredibly courageous to the limit of madness. It was him who created and name the group he funded: the Gargoyles. It was a group of people who
— just like the gargoyles — took life during the night to go and accomplish the missions. Most of the time they were a sort of ‘breakers’, they sabotage vehicles and machines or poison the provisions of the enemies. So, yes, this one is him. An indomitable gargoyle which looks at Paris and protects the city risking his own life.
»
Sibylle nods for long time, touched my those words.

Then they stay silent for a while again, lost in their thoughts.
«Is anyone waiting for you at home?» he asks unexpectedly.

«No. Well, just two cats and three crows: Edgar, Allan and Poe, who come to steal the dinner from the terrace; and a caterpillar, but it is almost in metamorphosis now and as chrysalis it will not need my direct care. In any case, I left food in quantity for all. I always do it before going out, I have the stupid fear that if anything happens to me they should be able to survive a few days on their own, until my friends go to take care of them. You must think I'm crazy
—
»

«Not at all. I think you really love them since you want them to be safe even without you, I think it's a beautiful thing, you are sweet. I also have a similar fear. In fact, I also leave enough food for my three dogs too, but that's because otherwise I would find pieces of furniture everywhere. They are all mastiffs and have already destroyed a couch.»