«Good girl. That's my little she-wolf.» he praises her, stroking her hair.
He stops to enjoy the involuntary contractions of her vagina, now more soft and slippery. After that he begins to move inside her furiously, unleashing the wild beast in him. Sibylle feel breathless and almost scared by his brute force, but a part of her loves that tasty furiousness caused by an uncontrollable passion. When he feels on the verge of pleasure he stands up on the bed remaining legs wide open masturbating, towering over her. Sibylle looks at him and thinks he is the most impressive and stately man she ever met. She stares at him excitedly, watching him focusing on his own pleasure with his left hand moving fast on his hard, huge member. She looks at him throwing his head back and grunting loudly before sprinkling her with his hot fluid. The powerful movement of his hand causes the semen to scatters all over her body: on the face, on the breasts, on the groin and on the thighs.
When the man stops he looks at her and smiles pleased; then he sits beside her and admires the drops of his sperm shining everywhere on that silky skin. He chuckles hoarsely then begins to spread it on the soft breast. She opens her mouth immediately, sticking out her tongue and looking at him with suppliant eyes. He moves his fingers, dripping with sperm, to her mouth.
«What is it, baby, you wanna taste it, hmmm?»
She nods, closing her eyes and moving her head toward his hand. Drakkar strokes her lips with his fingers and she lifts better her head to lick them before to suck them deep in her warm mouth, with a husky moan. Drakkar feels as if a warm hand touched him right in the chest. He looks enraptured Sibylle's mouth sucking slowly his big fingers, with her beautiful pink lips holding them tight. She looks at him moaning sensuously. He pulls his fingers out and she falls gently back on the pillows, then licks her lips smiling mischievously.
«Again.» she whispers.
Drakkar swallows, then runs his finger in the sperm on her stomach and brings it closer to her mouth again. Sibylle bites her lips moaning delightedly, opening widely her hungry mouth. He looks at that lips wrapping his finger which is being lapped from inside her mouth by that warm tongue. She sucks eagerly. Drakkar slips it out and takes a long and deep breath to retrieve his self-control. Sibylle smiles. The man bends over to touch her lips with his.
«Is it good, babe?»
She licks her own lips making a ‘slurp‚’ sound.
«Mmmm, it's delicious.»
He takes her face in his hands and kisses her deeply, leaving her breathless. When he moves away they both have dreamy eyes.
«Drakkar?»
«Hmmm?»
«You want me tied up all night?»
He giggles.
«Well, it wouldn't be a bad idea to have you naked and tied, offered to me, ready to be used when I want...»
He gently slaps her on her exposed nude femininity, making her wince hard. But then he starts to free her from the veils, kissing the flushed skin on her thighs, and also freeing her from the handcuffs. He takes the corner of the sheet and wipe his sperm from her face and from all her body. They smile at each other. Sibylle is touched by that little kindness. When he finishes he lies down on her and she clings against him. They hug and remain in that position for an indefinite time, lost in their thoughts, lost in the warmth of the other's body. Sibylle smells the natural and masculine citrus scent of the man and closes her eyes enjoying it. God, how much she loves that smell! And in those strong, muscular, bronze arms she feels safe from the world. What a wonderful feeling. Having that huge body of him on her — careful not to crush her — gives her an unknown emotion. He is so hard, so warm, so strong, so massive but yet he is also kind. Having him on her it's almost as wonderful as having him inside her. Drakkar is having a similar thought about Sibylle. That delicate body beneath him, so delightfully feminine, so pale, so soft, gives him extraordinary emotions. He feels excited as a teenager. He wants to hold her stronger but he is afraid of hurting her. He is content with smelling her black silky curls. Mmmm, that sweet scent! It's so natural for him to hold her gently in his arms, it's almost as wonderful as hiding inside her.
He moves away to be able to look at her and she smiles docilely at him. Their faces are approaching slowly and soon they join together in one of those divine kisses of theirs, those kisses deep and sensual that taste more like love than sex. After a while they look at each other again.
«Do you have to go?» Sibylle asks apprehensive.
«You want me to go?» asks Drakkar smiling, already knowing the answer.
«No!» she pants, holding strongly her hands on his muscular shoulders.
Drakkar caresses her thighs.
«Then I'll stay.»
«Oh, thank you!» she says excited.
She looks happy and he really likes her spontaneity, her natural way to expose her feeling without the fear of looking ‘weak’. He bends to kiss her lips.
«It's me that must thank you for something: you never asked me to show you my face, you respected my choice. Thanks, I appreciate it.»
«So now, to reward me, will you show me?»
«Nope.»
Drakkar sits up straight and she does the same. They stare into each other's eyes then he moves his eyes on her naked body.
«You don't feel embarrassed anymore, good, you are improving.» Reaches out to caress her breast. «Oww, poor titties, I treated them bad. I've slapped them in the ardor of our passion.»
He bends down to kiss them gently making her close her eyes. And then again they are smiling, hugging, kissing, caressing. Drakkar lays his forehead on hers. Both take a deep breath and kiss again. What's going on that night? It seems they cannot do without the taste of the other. When they finally return to their position Drakkar looks deadly serious.
«Améthyste, I would like to do something with you. I've never done it before, but I've always had this fantasy and I think you're the right person with whom to realize it. No one has ever seen me the way I want to show myself to you, baby. So I want to ask you first: are you willing to take what I want to do?»
She lifts her shoulders.
«I—is it... painful?»
He inhales and release the air from the nose, like a bull.
«Is not painful, but it can be shocking.»
She thinks about it for a long time.
«Drakkar, I viscerally trust you, so yes, I want to take what you want to do to me.»
He softens his look and gently caresses her cheeks.
«Oh baby», he whispers tenderly before to stand up. «So your answer is yes?» he asks with a colder inflection.
«Y—yes.»
He nods and drops the balaclava on his mouth again, then grabs her by the arm and guides her to the foot of the bed ordering her to sit on the carpet; then he ties her arms to the bed's rails. He squats in front of her and touches her nose with a finger.
«How can I do this to you?» he whispers, almost talking to himself.
He gets up and leaves the room. Sibylle hears him typing something on her laptop in the living room and then silence. A long silence, an unusual silence. She looks around worried and excited at the same time; then she closes her eyes and leans her head back, still feeling pleasantly sore between her legs. She stares at the entry and frowns when a song she knows well begins to resonate throughout the apartment: he connected the laptop with the hi-fi system. A moment later he enters the room and Sibylle raises her eyebrows in astonishment: he is wearing his balaclava, but the rest of the body is naked now, he has just a towel wrapped around his waist. The man is moving sensually, shaking his body and also singing the words with a melodious voice. Sibylle shakes her head in disbelief when he starts to take ridiculous poses, ironically showing his musculature, according to the words of the song. He caresses his massive chest, then begins to dance more passionately. The music goes in crescendo, he turns his back, opens the towel rubbing it on his butt and between the legs. Sibylle wide opens her mouth, holding her breathe seeing him in such a funny way. He turns to look at h
er, and when it comes the funny part of the song's refrain he throws the towel away, puts his legs apart with his bare feet planted firmly on the ground and moves his hands on the nape beginning to shake his pelvis in circles, waving his soft penis. Sibylle is no longer able to control the laughter and lets out a loud and continuous laugh while his resting member bounces. Sibylle gasps from too much laughing. Drakkar starts jumping towards her swinging the penis in front of her face. Sibylle playfully shows her teeth and moves her head forth as if to bite it; he plays along and jumps back every time she tries to bite him. The cats arrive in the room to observe those humans with an haughty look. What the hell are they doing? Why humans always do strange things? Weird creatures indeed.
Drakkar goes back to the center of the room while continuing to dance. Although he tries to be funny he still is incredibly sensual. He cannot be ridiculous, he is too magnificent and impressive to be ludicrous! Now he dances showing his back to her, showing that great buttocks that seem sculpted in marble, showing that perfect back clawed by some scars, like an ancient warrior. After a few minutes the song ends and he goes to free her. Sibylle hugs him laughing.
«Next time I want you to dance for me, Améthyste.»
He picks her up carrying her to the bed. When they are lying there to relax, Sibylle touches his massive chest.
«You do a lot of physical activity, I see.» observes her curiously.
«More than you can conceive it.»
«Do you play any sports?»
«I do play in a non-agonistic rugby team with my men.»
«Your men?»
«I mean, my colleagues.»
«I see. You're always so vague when you answer questions about your life?»
«No. Sometimes I don't answer at all. Other times I just change the subject.»
«So if I ask you to tell me what do you do for living you wouldn't tell me?»
«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— Did 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!»
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