The Black Onyx Pact (13 page)

«Try.»

«What do you do for living, Drakkar?»

«You know what I like about you? That you are persevering.»

She sighs, staring into his eyes.

«Ok, I try again. Please, don't change the subject this time. What do you do for living, Drakkar?»

He looks at her insistently before answering:

«A job that I love. A job that is a mission, a way of life. Me and my work are one thing.»

«Just like me with mine. We are so lucky. How many can say the same thing?»

Drakkar nods, completely agree. They continue to speak of various subjects, spending hours talking, just like the first night they met. And when the hunger makes their stomach rumble, they laugh and decide to prepare something to eat.
So here they are: both naked in the kitchen, cooking and talking amiably. They feel at ease, as if they know each other since always, as if they cook naked together every evening. Well, it is a bit strange for Sibylle being next to a completely naked man but with a black balaclava on. She is cooking some vegetables while he is preparing some drinks. Drakkar approaches her from behind and put his hands on hers.

«No, baby», says his gently voice, «lower the flame. Yes, that's it.»

She turns her head and smiles.

«Oh...»
He looks at her and smiles back.

«What?»

«You called me “baby”. I thought you would use that term just in bed.» she confesses tenderly.

Drakkar rubs his forehead next to her ear, like a lion with its mate.

«How I couldn't say it? You're so delicate and fragile, you are my baby. You are my
petite leveret
.»

He takes her in his arms, and she clings to his strong naked body, so warm and powerful.

«I feel good when I'm with you, Drakkar.»

He closes his eyes.

«Me too, baby.»

They smile, enjoying that moment of extreme intimacy. But the noise of the vegetables sizzling, breaks the atmosphere. They are back to cook, talking like two old friends. Time passes slowly and pleasantly: they eat, they drink, they toast, they laugh, they kiss, they smile. Sibylle shows him her artworks and also her cats, whom are now sleeping on the bed. When she shows him Verdâtre the caterpillar
—
now chrysalis
—
he looks at her for a long time and she smiles at him.

«What? Why do you look at me that way?» asks her softly.

He shakes his head, chuckling.

«Verdâtre?»

«Yes. You don't like it?»

The man intensifies his gaze.

«
Au contraire
, it's a beautiful name.»

Sibylle cannot understand why he looked so surprised. Maybe one day she would understand why. They go back to the bedroom. Drakkar goes to the bathroom and Sibylle takes that opportunity to go looking out of the windows, remaining in deep thinking for a few minutes.

«Thanks.» she murmurs grateful to the beautiful city. «Thank you for touching my soul again and for awaking me from my darkness.»

«With who are you talking to?» asks Drakkar in a whisper, appearing behind her.

Sibylle holds her breath for a moment.

«N
—
no one.» No, she doesn't want to lie to him. «I was talking to the city, I was talking to Paris. I often do. I do it since I was a little girl.»

Sibylle is sure to hear him laugh at her, but he hugs her from behind and kisses her neck.

«What did you say to her?»

«I told her
—
I thanked her.»

«For what?»

«For being my inspiration again, because she enriches me inside.» She turns to look at him making a lovely humble smile. «If you want to laugh at me you can do it, I won't be
—
»
«Aww, baby, no», whispers him smelling the sweet scent of her hair, «I would never dare to mock you or
Madame
Paris. I'd prefer to swallow my stupid tongue before to laugh at you or at my hometown, at my mother. You both deserve deep respect because you are alike: beautiful, sweet, strong, proud and magnificent. You both are two ladies, the most superb ladies in the world.»

Sibylle opens her mouth in shock at those words. Drakkar takes her in his arms and carries her to the bed, laying her gently on it. She tells him she wants to go to take a shower and he holds her back.

«Don't you dare to! I don't want you to wash away your smell, your delicious smell.» he threats her kindly.
He holds her tight in his arms, bending over her to smell her neck. «It's this the scent I want to smell.»

They smile at each other and slip under the sheets, lying face to face, and soon they fall asleep holding their hands.

A few hours later, Sibylle wakes up and stares for a long time at Drakkar, peacefully sleeping. The man is resting on his back and his great body is really charming. She feels a compelling desire to lift his balaclava and see his face, but she finds the courage just to lift it enough to reveal his mouth and kiss him on his lips. She leaves it that way, strokes his face then she slips under the sheet going to crouch between his legs, touching his massive thighs with her cheeks. She gently places her face on his warm and soft scrotum, smelling his strong male scent. Involuntary she moans, beginning to lick that wrinkly and thick skin slowly, softly, devoutly. Her pink tongue licks for long time, then opens her lips and fills gently her mouth with his testicle, one at time. She sucks softly, fearing to hurt him and also to wake him up. She has never done it before and she doesn't even know why she's doing it; she only knows that it is extremely pleasurable. She has always been fascinated by that intimate part of a man, but Claude never allowed her to play with his masculinity in that way. He said the testicles are too delicate and sensitive to play with, and he didn't trust her mouth.
A few minutes later, Drakkar stretches like a big feline and lifts the sheet to stare at her in silence. Sibylle looks at that covered face and moves away from him at once, smiling shyly.

«S
—
sorry! I didn't mean to
—
D
id I hurt you?
I
—
I'm so sorry. I didn't want to wake you up too. I couldn't resist: you smell so good here. Are you... angry with me? Oh gosh, this is so embarrassing! I'm so
—
»
«Shh, come here, baby.» murmurs his voice hoarse from sleep.

Drakkar reaches out to caress her head and then he brushes her hair out of her face. She stretches elegantly over him, lying on his huge body and letting his strong arms hold her tight.

«You did absolutely nothing wrong, my cute crazy hamster. This is the waking every man dreams.»

He caresses her back and buttocks. They both remain silent for a few minutes, enjoying the embrace.

«Actually», he begins to say widening his legs better, «if you like my scent so much you can go back to smell me.»

She smiles and slides on him, going down between his legs without stopping to look at him. He spreads his arms and enjoys the attention she is about to give, letting her do whatever she wants. Her tongue is so tender, yet so resolute. The feeling of her lovely face on his crotch makes his member become hard. Drakkar feels her mouth licking him gently on his scrotum, smelling and moaning softly. Sibylle seems to love what she is doing. She deeply, incredibly loves it! Drakkar chuckles softly.

«So, my
petite leveret
, do you like my smell?»

«Oh gosh, yes!»

«You like my taste too?»

She moans closing her eyes, licking firmly.

«
J'adore!
»

Drakkar closes his fists trying to control that deep pleasure.

«Yes, I feel it from how intensely you lick me. Oh yeah, babe, lick me well. Up and down, that's it.»

He grabs his hard member in his big hand and begins to masturbate slowly, closing his eyes, enjoying her warm tongue which worships him in that passionate way. Sibylle feels the man's thighs trembling every so often and this excites her so much, it makes her understand the power her tongue has on him.
«Yes, baby, take them in your mouth, that's it.»

Sibylle sucks them gently in her mouth, giving him incredible sensations.

«Oh, yes, there, suck me like that.»

Her mouth sucks and licks, making him moan hoarsely. He looks down at her and their eyes lock. Drakkar grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her up; he lays her on her back and then lies over her, holding her tight in his arms.

«You are beautiful, Sibylle.»

She slams her eyelids several times.

«H
—
how do you know my name?»

He giggles.

«I've seen the tickets you gave to Saphir, Sibylle the artist.»

She smiles softly, caressing his face, or rather caressing the black balaclava. It seems finely crafted, an excellent material.

«It's not fair, I don't know your name. Please may I know it?»

Drakkar's green
–
amber eyes stare at her for a long time, perhaps deciding whether to tell her or not.

«Please
—
», she begs again, in a sweet voice.

The man touches her between the legs, finding her warm and wet.

«Hmmm, I don't do anything for nothing. What will you give me if I tell you?»

She dampens her lips, feeling the hard cock lapping her thigh. She smells the skin of his shoulders and neck, inhaling his masculine scent.

«Anything you want.» she whispers.

«Anything?» asks him biting gently her neck. «Careful on what you say, baby», breathes him in her ear, «because I always take what is offered to me.»

Sibylle moans arching her whole body beneath him.

«And I offer myself without hesitation only to whom I know will take care of me. So take anything you want, Drakkar.»

Keeping looking at her face, he moves his hand from her warm meat flower down to her tight wrinkled muscular ring.

Sibylle opens her mouth and he smiles mockingly, trying to insinuate the first phalanx.

«No
—
», she gasps.

«No?» he asks, still smiling. «Where is all your acquiescence? I just touch you with my finger and you stiffen in fear? Do I scare you that much? Does it scare you what's between my legs?»

Drakkar rubs his member on her crotch caressing her skin with his marble-like erection. Sibylle reaches out to touch the hard, smooth and warm rod.

«Drakkar, I have been married for
5
years and I have never allowed my husband to penetrate me... there. Why should I let you do it?»

Drakkar laughs softly, with his mouth shut. When he does that, something melts inside her: he looks so sultry with his body shaking in laughter, his eyes half closed and that hoarse voice that vibrates in his throat.

«It's not a matter of time it's a matter of instinct and affinity, baby. Tell me: did your husband ever danced naked for you? I think I deserve a reward for that.» He smiles and pulls the tip of his finger out of her. «I'm just joking, baby, with me you should never feel forced to do anything.»

He starts to kiss her neck while she stares at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts. Finally she takes a decision. She moves away from him to open the nightstand table's drawer taking a refined glass jar. She opens it and picks up a little of its transparent cream with her fingers, beginning to massage her derriere. Drakkar holds his breath, feeling his throbbing erection getting harder, but says nothing. When Sibylle finishes she lies on her side, they are facing each other again.

«When I went to the sex shop to buy the pink dildo I brought to our first rendezvous, I also bought this fruit flavored lubricant. I don't know why I did, but I did it.» she explains.

Drakkar gently caresses her face, then inhale the sweet scent that is filling the room.

«Mmmm, peach, I love peach.» He kisses her on the lips. «May I taste it?»

She approaches her glossy fingers to his face and he does a denial with his head.

«No, not from your fingers.»

«Oh!» she gasps.

The man sits up straight, makes her lie down prone and thoughtfully puts two pillows under her belly; the he bends over between her legs and caresses those firm buttocks, spanking her from time to time. It's amazing how he can understand when and how to spank her; it seems like he can feel when she needs a rougher touch. Drakkar emits noises of admiration for that exposed part of her. He grabs her rear with his strong hands and spreads her cheeks apart exposing her orifices. The man clamps his big hands on each of her buttocks making her feel in his complete possession. Drakkar place his face in her perianal area moaning satisfied. Sibylle closes her eyes, feeling an indefinable sensation of pleasure, of acceptance. The man not only licks her wet flower, but also her most forbidden spot! And he does it with such passion and naturalness that she feels her heart melting. That tongue licks her devotedly, hungrily. He then penetrates her peach flavored anus with his finger.