The Black Onyx Pact

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by Baroque, Morgana D.


  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.

  «No—», she begs.

  Drakkar caresses her butt.

  «Shhh, relax, baby. I'm just touching you with my finger. I won't hurt you, I promise.»

  He kisses the smooth pale skin of the round bottom, the licks it, bites it and spanks it, muttering something about that “divine ass”. He even manages to make her smile with his funny words of appreciation. He moves away the cushions and makes her lies sideways, lying behind her placing a hand on her throat and the other on her stomach. He turns her head to him and languidly kisses her mouth. Sibylle feels his hard member pressing against her bottom. What a pleasant sensation! Soon, Drakkar moves one hand down to masturbate her. She slams her eyelids shut and begins to pant loudly letting him kiss her neck and ear. Drakkar's hand moves fast now, rubbing his fingers over her clit, playfully pulling her large labia while she arches the back to better offer herself to those capable hands. Spooned against her he moves his hand to touch her little closed anus hole, but now that he brought her close to pleasure the muscles start to relax. He rubs his thumb on her slippery butt groove, shiny of lubricant, and gently insinuates it inside her tightness.

  «Sibylle», whispers Drakkar in her ear, «relax. Let me enter in you. Don't be afraid, baby, I just want to penetrate you with a finger. Now, take a long and deep breath and concentrate on the pleasure of me invading you.»

  Sibylle takes a long and deep breath feeling that thick finger penetrating deeper in her, while his middle finger is still inside her pussy. His hoarse voice is so hot and so sensual that excites her more than the invasion itself.

  «Mmmm, baby— Push yourself back onto my finger, take it all in you. Here, that's it, good girl! Stand still now, babe.»

  They both immobilize, letting her body the time it needs to adapt to that invasion. She turns her face to look into his eyes and he smiles at her.

  «You are so hot in here, baby. I think I'm in love of this superb ass.»

  She sharpens her smile. When he feels her muscles enough relaxed he starts to move the thumb up and down.

  «Mmmm, what a juicy booty to fill.»

  Drakkar slides out his finger stroking and slapping her cheeks before penetrate her again. Now that she is used to the intrusion he can push more firmly, making her squirm with pleasure. An unknown and unexpected pleasure.

  «You like it, my petite leveret, hmmm? You want more?»

  She winces with every thrust of that big finger, then closes her eyes and opens her mouth to answer but no word comes out of her lips.

  «I didn't hear.» says Drakkar firmly.

  «Yes! Oh yes, more—»

  Drakkar buries his face in the crook of her neck inebriated by her breathless voice.

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p; «Deeper, baby?»

  «Oh yes, deeper, please!»

  Drakkar pushes more vigorously his thumb into her.

  «You like to be filled like this?»

  «Oh yes, I love it!»

  «Do you want me to push harder, babe? You want to swallow it all inside you?»

  «Oh yes, yes please!»

  Drakkar feels she is ready to receive his massive member.

  «I'm going to penetrate you with my cock now, baby, and I want you to take it all in your lovely ass, okay? I'll start smoothly, I'll penetrate you with respect, then I'll push deeper and harder. I want to make you scream with pleasure. And you will scream, baby, believe me.»

  He grabs his erection from the root and rubs it in the length of her slick butt groove to lubricate it well, while with his other hand he spreads her cheek, resting his hardness on the orifice. Kissing her ear he starts to push slowly in her, pausing several times, giving her time to expand under that intrusion.

  «Ouch! No, Drakkar, no! It's too big! I'm too tight!» complains Sibylle gasping in panic.

  «Shhh, baby, relax. I promised I won't hurt you and I won't, believe me. It's just a normal pain at the beginning, but once I'll be in you it will be just pleasure, trust me. Look, I'm not moving, see? Now listen: you are perfect, baby. Let me get inside of you, don't be afraid of me, I don't want to hurt you, I won't hurt you.»

  Sibylle controls her breathing as he gently moves in her. Drakkar manages to enter half of it: that's enough for her first time.

  «Wow, you are such a good girl. Gosh, you're so hot and smooth in here!»

  He begins to push into her, slowly and rhythmically, moving with extreme care to avoid any pain. Sibylle grabs his wrist trying to restrain him. Drakkar reassures her with sweet words whispered in her ear and she relaxes at once. The movements of their bodies are coordinated and very slow now, and also extremely sensual. The man continues to penetrate her pussy with two fingers, while pushing his massive body against her; slipping a bit deeper with each thrust, but being careful not to hurt her.

  «Look at you: filled in every orifice. That's my girl. I want you exactly like this: insatiable and craving for me. Do you feel it, hmmm? Do you feel my cock filling your ass? Grrr, I feel the beast within taking control! I'm struggling not to bang you mercilessly, baby!»

  Sibylle feels an incredible excitement in hearing those words, and she also loves the way his big hands hold her tight now, barely containing his strength. Drakkar, instead, feels Sibylle's flesh softer and pushes with greater intensity, breathing the air through his teeth. She articulates sounds of extreme pleasure. It's clear that she is experiencing a pleasure deeper than usual, more mental and more captivating. Being taken in that way is a feeling that she didn't know could it be so intense. She feels to belong to him. She feels viscerally his and his only.

  «D—Drakkar...»

  «I think you deserve what I promised you.»

  He pushes in her filling the air with the sound of his thighs slamming on her buttocks.

  «My name is Romain.»

  Her body shakes under the fury of that giant. She is so overwhelmed by the pleasure to feel almost absent, but although that she clearly heard that wonderful name. A masculine name, just like him.

  «Romain...», she repeats in a whisper.

  Drakkar pauses to look at her in the eye, losing himself in those emerald dreamy eyes filled with tears of pleasure. Kisses her on the mouth stroking gently her face. The truth is that hearing her velvet voice calling his name made vibrate his soul. That sweet voice, full of respect, is like a warm hand touching his heart. He begins to move again without leaving her mouth, enjoying his tongue lingering on hers. When he leaves that paradisiacal mouth he remains mesmerized by her delicate breast gently bouncing because of his mighty thrusts. She is incredibly beautiful while withstanding his vehemence. Sibylle loves to feel that hard member violating her in that way and — despite the bestial nature of that act — he is also extremely caring. He caresses her continuously with those strong hands; he holds her tight in his massive arms; he kisses her tenderly; he keeps whispering her how beautiful she is, and he moves inside her with brutal vigor alternated with touching tenderness. His expressive eyes look at her all the time and this moves her deeply.

  “Oh Drakkar, you cannot be real— You are a dream. And I'm terrified by the thought of waking up and find you gone.”

  The next morning, quite early, Drakkar wakes up due to a confabulation from the hall outside the apartment. It is almost imperceptible, but he has a trained ear and he is a very light sleeper. He is still wearing his balaclava, he wanted to take it off after making love with her the second time, but then he fell asleep. Force of habit. He looks at Sibylle and is surprised to see how beautiful she is when she is asleep. Her body is abandoned in a supine position, her face is turned toward him, her long black curls are gently resting on the pillow, her face is relaxed, her soft lips are parted. Those kissable lips... He bends down to kiss her gently, without even lifting the hood. Then he looks at her.

  «Who are you?» he whispers.

  Takes a deep breath, stands up and stretches his colossal naked body like a big feline. Looks at Sibylle, sleeping soundly with the cats at the foot of the bed, and heads to the door. He looks through the peephole and sees four ladies dressed in elegant silk and satin robes. They talk quietly, right in front of the door. Drakkar focuses and after a while he can understand every word they say.

  «I live in the apartment below hers and I tell you that I heard as if there was a fight last night! I heard the bed moving and then I heard her screaming!» says one with blond hair and big curlers on her head, clutching her pink robe. Is the oldest, she looks around sixty years old.

  Another one puts a hand on her chest. Is a younger lady with dark hair and a white robe.

  «I also heard her screaming last night! Maybe we should call the police.»

  «We must be sure that it is not just a false alarm.» says a third woman on her forties, with short hair and a black robe.

  But just before she presses the doorbell, Drakkar opens the door. The four women stare at that majestic naked body, but then they flinch when they see his face covered by the balaclava.

  «May I help you, ladies?» he asks calmly.

  The women exchange glances, confused by his tranquility. The lady with short hair takes the courage to say:

  «We were concerned about Sibylle, we heard her screaming last night. Is she okay?»

  «We want to see her!» adds the one with the hot pink gown.

  Drakkar nods and opens wide the door.

  «Please, come in.» he says, inviting them to enter.

  The four women enter the apartment and wary lean to the left to take a look in Sibylle's bedroom, where they see the woman sleeping peacefully on the bed. They look at each other again, having the same thought: what if she is dead? In that moment Sibylle moves in her sleep, and the women relax visibly. They all turn to look at Drakkar.

  «So nothing happened last night.» says the lady with the white robe.

  «Those screams were caused by... by...»

  «Sex, madame.» says Drakkar quietly. «Were caused by wild sex.»

  The only woman who has not spoken yet — a woman in her fifties with a red negligee — lifts her chin.

  «And these indecent noises will repeat, young man?»

  Drakkar stares at her with his penetrating gaze, making her swallow.

  «Whenever I'm home, madame. I suggest you to buy some earplugs. And now, if you'll excuse me—», says politely indicating the door, «I must wake up my sweet Sibylle and have unrestrained sex with her again.»

  The women go out, stopping outside the hall and looking at him, now feeling more confident.

  «This is a decent building! Here live respectable people!» reproaches the woman with the white robe.

  Drakkar smiles and leans against the door jamb, crossing his arms.

  «And respectable people don't have sex?»
r />   «Not in that way!»

  Drakkar giggles.

  «I've seen respectable people having sex more roughly than your mind can conceive, madame.»

  «We thought Sibylle was a nice girl, what a disappointment.» says the one with the black robe, shaking her head in disgust.

  Drakkar frowns.

  «Sibylle is a nice girl. Judging a person for how she has sex is like judging a person by what she eats. Tell me, madam, do you have friends who like soup? Of course you do, it would be stupid to avoid them for that, right? Now listen carefully: Sibylle is a wonderful person, she is generous, she is sweet, she is goodhearted, she would never hurt anyone, she never speaks bad of anyone. It is you who should be ashamed of talking of her in that way.» He looks at them one by one. «You all are very beautiful women, if you have a man go to him right now. And if you don't— well, I recommend that you find a man as soon as possible. Every woman should feel beautiful and seductive, should be loved with passion, and a woman who is not ashamed to enjoy the pleasures of sex is the most beautiful woman on Earth. And now, girls, I'm sorry but I have to go. Have a nice day.»

  He closes the door and goes into the bathroom to pee. When he finishes he washes his hands and wears his pants. He hears the main door open and goes to see who is coming. In the living room just entered Sibylle's three best friends: Alma, Nora and Virginie. The three women are laughing softly, saying something incredibly fun in an incomprehensible whispers. Nora can't even stand because of the laugh so she keeps bending her knees.

  Drakkar advances in the room.

  «Ladies.» he greets them.

  The women turn to look at him and their reactions are very different: Alma emits a muffled scream and backs up; Nora stops laughing and grabs a nearby iron candle holder, pointing it to him; Virginie moans maliciously, immediately understanding who he is. She approaches him and touches his muscular arm.

  «Oh my— Drakkar, I suppose.»

  Alma and Nora relax instantly while Drakkar nods.

  «Good Lord!», continues to say Virginie, «Sibylle doesn't overstate when she says that you're massive!»

  Drakkar smiles. Nora comes up to him, taking his hand.

  «Come, let's sit down for breakfast.»

 

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