The Black Onyx Pact (32 page)

«Please, wet me, baby. I want to see your magnificent pussy dripping with pleasure. I want to drink your luscious juice. I want you to fill my mouth just like I filled yours. I want you to squirt all over my face, babe. Please, will you do that for me?»

She nods and he smiles happily, grabbing tenaciously her thighs and burying his face on that quivering flesh. Drakkar closes his eyes and begins to lick her slowly, from the bottom upward, moving the head to follow the movements. His mouth is rough, hot, strong, masculine, and makes her tremble with pleasure, as always. He takes one of her legs and puts it on his shoulder then does the same thing with the other leg. Now she is practically sitting on his face while he holds her tightly by her buttocks, pushing her against his face. She opens her mouth and sighs loudly feeling like his sex doll. That's a weird thought, but that's exactly how she happily feels in that moment: his doll that he holds in his strong arms and that he uses as he pleases. Sibylle moves her arms trying to hold on something, but there is nothing; so she stays with her arms up on the wall, letting the man invade her greedily with his amazing tongue. The orgasm he was begging for is about to arrive and he feels it on his mouth, since that sweet pussy seems now pulsing. Every now and then he looks up at her and every time he does she feels her nipples harden more. With broken voice she begs him not to stop, imploring him to lick her deeper. And he obeys, moving his tongue with a passion that amazes her. He is incredibly good, it seems he wants to eat her! Sibylle puts her hands between her legs to keep her lips wide open while he licks savagely. She now can feel the touch in a more direct way and this gives her a pleasure that shakes her shoulders. Drakkar smiles, pleased to see her on the edge of the orgasm. The man moves his tongue faster, more decisively, with more ardor, making her to wet enough to drip on the floor. He emits a groan with his throat, holding stronger his hands around her warm buttocks.

Sibylle doesn't hold back the pressing pleasure — just as he taught her — and lets her pussy to get wet all over. She feels the orgasm closer as the man enjoys her juice, lapping well her pink intimate parts. And here it comes the profound pleasure, like oceanic waves that splash against rocks! Here it comes the warmth that flows like lava all over her body! Here it comes the sweet electric shocks that fill her veins! That's more than an orgasm: that's the caress of life.
Sibylle cries aloud, moving against the face of Drakkar. The man licks her deeply, then kisses her thighs and gets up. They stare into each other's eyes; then they smile and finally they hug.

“
What a wonderful night!
”, they both think.

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”

—
Lao Tzu

~

The next day
—
late in the morning
—
Drakkar and Nathan are on Drakkar's jeep going to the hospital where Tarasque works. Seated in the back seat there is Robespierre, the black and oldest of Drakkar's dogs. The day is cool but beautifully lit by a sweet sun. Drakkar and Nathan talk amiably, commenting Nathan's sleepless night. Drakkar, obviously, doesn't say anything about his night with Sibylle. That wonderful night with an equally wonderful woman.

They arrive at the hospital. Drakkar parks and tells Robespierre to go play in the garden of the hospital, without making too much fuss. Robespierre barks once and runs immediately, tongue out, to the little park nearby where the patients are enjoying the sunny day with friends and family. The dog starts to play with some children, whom are incredibly happy to see him.

Drakkar smiles, puts his arm around Nathan's shoulders and guides him inside. When they arrive at the pediatric ward, Drakkar asks for the pediatrician-in-chief. The nurse indicates a room at the end of the corridor, a recreation room for the little sick patients, the hospitalized children. Drakkar thanks her and heads that way with Nathan.

«Don't worry, Nat, they will understand what's wrong with your skin. You are in good hands. Remember that this is the first children hospital ever founded in the world. And Jérôme is an incredible skilled doctor. He has an intuition that led him to be one of the best in his field. He is very precise and competent, you're in good hands.»

When the arrive at the noisy room with the door open, they see what's going on inside. Tarasque is the life of the party: he is wearing a long white doctor coat, a pair of lion ears and is crawling around, roaring like a lion, chasing children across the room while the children run away laughing.

Nathan looks Drakkar and flares his nostrils, turning his back to leave; Drakkar holds him by the arm pushing him back to his place, good and quiet.

«Nathan, don't judge a man just because he looks frivolous. Remember that the wisest always look silly.»

The boy sighs looking at Tarasque, whom now is being attacked by four children that mount on his back proud to have “tamed the lion”.

«Romain, I cannot take seriously a man like this, I'm sorry. He looks so... childish.»

Drakkar chuckles.

«If you could see him last night you'd have called him in a totally different way. Yet he is the same man.»

Tarasque finally notices them and crawls up to them,
‘
losing
’
children along the way. The man arrives to them and gets up, taking the only kid beside him in his arms. It's a cute little girl with long golden hair.

«Nathan», says Tarasque holding out his hand, «nice to meet you. How are you, today?»

«I took some painkillers because this bloody rash is killing me. Well, it isn't literally bloody, I just mean
—
»
«He he, don't worry, I got it.» says Tarasque.

The little girl screams for no reason and then pulls violently Tarasque's cheek, but the man doesn't seem to mind at all.

«Call me Jérôme, please.» continues to say the man to Nathan, with a funny voice due to his lips pulled apart by the little girl's hands. «Romain's friends are also my friends. And his enemies are my best friends.» adds Tarasque joking.

Nathan laughs heartily at those words, but when he turns to look at Drakkar's serious face he stops immediately.
Tarasque giggles seeing Nathan so intimidated.

«Don't worry, Nathan, he looks scary and aggressive but he doesn't bite.» Tarasque winks at the boy, adding serious: «Well, sometimes he does. But you have nothing to worry about, we are in a hospital, we have anti-rabies vaccine.»

The little girl slaps Tarasque so hard that Nathan widens his eyes in incredulity.

«This is the sign that she wants me to put her down.» explains Tarasque before putting her down gently.

«She is getting better.» observes the man stroking his own flushed cheek. «The last time she gave me a punch in the eye I've been blind for almost twelve hours. Come, Nathan, let's go to visit you. I already talked with a dermatologist, and he is waiting for us.»

He leads them in the dermatology ward, where one of his colleagues welcomes them in a room; he makes Nathan undress and checks the strange bruises on his skin, then takes a sample of skin and a vial of blood for further analysis. He then prescribes a lotion for that kind of outburst. Greets them and goes away, leaving the three alone. Tarasque makes Nathan lie down on a bed and begins to massage his thighs with a lotion.

«This will relieve the itching.» informs Tarasque.

«Thanks.» says Nathan, touched by that care.

Tarasque smiles at the boy, then turns to Drakkar asking:

«Did you bring Danton and Marat?»

«Nope, the other revolutionary. He is in the park playing with kids.»

Tarasque nods then looks better at him, with complicity.

«So, did you sleep well last night?»

Drakkar smiles back laying against the edge of the desk and folding his arms, but doesn't answer.

Tarasque lowers his eyebrows.

«Romain? Are you okay?»

«Yes, is just that
—
», he doesn't finish the sentence but strokes his eyes with the palms of his hands, and Tarasque understands there is something that saddens him.

Meanwhile, a young nurse enters and Nathan remains fascinated by her beauty. She has short dark hair, light eyes, soft pink lips and a fair skin.

«Oh, excuse me, I was looking for Dr Sept.» she says in a gentle voice.

She glances bashfully at Nathan and smiles sweetly while the boy looks ecstatic.

«He went to visit a little patient in the pediatric ward.» informs Tarasque.

The nurse leaves greeting everyone politely. Tarasque casts a glance to Nathan and raises an eyebrow when he sees his erection pressing against the boxers. The man looks into his eyes and laugh softly, nodding toward the door, as to say: “
You liked the nurse, it seems.
”

Nathan covers his face with his hand, laughing silently. Drakkar smiles amused and says:

«Send him hunting, Jérôme.»

Tarasque helps the boy to stand up, hands him his pants and opens the door.

«Go, boy! Catch her!» jokes Tarasque.

Nathan wears the pants and adjusts his shirt.

«Gentlemen, I will return with the prey in my mouth.» says making a graceful bow, then exits pompous and Tarasque closes the door with a chuckle.
«I like him.» Then, looking at his friend: «So, what is it, Romain?» asks kindly, grabbing a towel to wipe off the lotion from his hands.

«Don't you get it?» asks Drakkar.

«I get what? The only thing I got is that you deeply love this boy in a brotherly way, and that Sibylle has bewitched you.»

Drakkar makes a warm smile.

«It seems that Nymphe bewitched you too.»

Tarasque takes a deep breath, closing his eyes.

«O my friend, you cannot even imagine how wonderful that girl is! She cannot be human, she must be some kind of divine creature! She has been created just for me since she loves to take what I adore inflict, we are two kindred souls who have encountered.»

«I'm happy for you. Although last night you made me angry.»

«Yes, I saw that. But I assure you that I've been very careful not to overdo with her. Probably she would have had a release in any case, you know better than me that can happen.»

Drakkar nods and Tarasque stares the floor, lost in the memories of the night before.

«We got carried away by our emotions, we didn't realize of the passing of time. Moreover, Sophie made everything more magical with her pleasure... She came three times, Romain. And every time it was more intense than the one before. Gosh, those sounds of pleasure still echo in my head.» says Tarasque with dreamy eyes. Then he emits a long ecstatic “ah” making his friend chuckle.

«Even my Sibylle is wonderful when she comes.»

«She could never be as sensual as Sophie. Sophie writhes during the orgasm, she dances like a snake.»

«Pfff, too obvious. Sibylle has vaginal contractions that squeeze my organ tight for long time.»

«Sophie cries not to stop.»

«Sibylle screams my name.»

«Sophie yelps like a dog.»

«Sibylle howls like a wolf.»

They look at each other and burst out in laughter, realizing how ridiculous they are.

«You know, Romain, I hadn't realized how Sibylle was a rapture for you until I saw you together, and she seems spellbound by you too.»

«No, she is not. She is divorcing from her husband and still wears the wedding ring. You know what that means, Jérôme? It means that she is still in love with him.»

«Romain, you cannot know what goes into the mind and the heart of other people, and often not even them knows it. People often have confused ideas, old dreams to follow, stupid promises to keep, unnecessary battles to fight. Often it's just stubbornness to want what they don't really need. But we keep doing all those absurd things because we are lousy humans. We are limited beings who don't know what they want until they lose it. Or until they gain it.»
«Sibylle knows exactly what she wants, Jérôme.»

«Sibylle knows what she wants, not knowing if that is what would make her happy. But tell me: what do you care? Or maybe you care because you know that once reconciled with her husband she no longer will be yours? Well, maybe one day you'll meet around and
—
», he stops and shakes his head, «Oh no wait, I forgot: she can't even recognize you since you never show her your face. Why are you such an asshole, Romain? I don't understand this creepy thing of keeping your face behind a mask for so long.»

«I have my reasons, Jérôme.»

«Come on, what reasons may you have?»

«Jérôme, I have my reasons.» repeats Drakkar.

«Whatever reasons you have are stupid, let me tell you.»

«Fine, you want to know why I don't want to show my face to her, Jérôme?» he asks loosening his arms from his chest. «Because I'm in love with her!»