The Black Onyx Pact

by Baroque, Morgana D.

  Sibylle half closes her mouth emitting hoarse groans with her throat. The man smiles.

  «What is it, my wolfish babe? You want to come already?» He grabs her hair. «Oh God, I love your lusciousness! You are so ravenous for pleasure, exactly how I like it!»

  Sibylle almost drools on the carpet because of the mouth that she doesn't seem to be able to close anymore. She moves against him, begging him not to stop, to push harder, to be merciless, to hurt her with his hardness. Drakkar breathes through his teeth, possessing her with a fury that amazes him every time. That woman is the only one who has never managed to make him lose complete control on himself. And that scares him, but also excites him terribly.

  Unexpectedly he gets up going to sit on the couch.

  Sibylle looks at him while he spreads his legs holding his member in his left hand and motioning her to approach. Now is her the one crawling up to him. She stops in front of his open legs and starts to slowly lick all over his masculinity, his testicles, his thighs and his stomach. She kisses, licks, caresses him, worship him. Drakkar looks at her, digging his hands into his silky waves. He is enjoying those beautiful attentions, watching her as she rapturously smiles in pleasure, as she licks his rod before to take it all in her sweet mouth to suck hard, moving her head side to side keeping a sensual eye contact with him.

  Sibylle's tongue moves down, gently passing the pink tongue on his inner thigh and then his testicles, licking devoutly that dark wrinkled skin. She inspires his masculine smell, kisses him, sucks him gently, taking one testicle in her mouth and licking it while inside her cavity. Drakkar throws his head back, panting uncontrollably. When he looks back at her she is still in profound adoration of his masculinity, licking and sucking it with passion.

  The man cannot resist further: he grabs her hair, pulls her up and makes her sit astride him. Then penetrates her slowly and their beautiful dance of pleasure begins again, leaving them breathless. Sibylle rests her head on his muscular shoulders, wrapping her arms on his neck and moving rhythmically on him.

  Drakkar stimulates the clitoris with a thumb, enjoying her breath which already has the beautiful shortness of when she is near the orgasm. He feels her nails clawing his shoulders and that makes him groan in pleasure. He spanks her and spurs her to move faster. Sibylle sits straight to ride him better while he squeezes her delicate breasts and pulls her hair. His phrases of incitement to come are said with a deep husky voice, revealing his extreme excitement. Sibylle arches her back feeling the orgasm approaching inexorably like the tides of the ocean. And here it come the shocking waves of pleasure...

  As always, Sibylle cries “Romain” between the gasps. Drakkar draws her to him to kiss that beautiful mouth. He, too, isn't far from the orgasm. How he couldn't be with that wonderful creature in his arms! He holds her firmly by the buttocks and moves furiously in her while the sound of their bodies slapping together fills the room. Sibylle kisses, licks and bites him on the neck, now it's her turn to encourage him with lascivious phrases to come. Drakkar narrows his eyes, clenches his jaw as growls loudly feeling his member throbbing inside her.

  Here they are again: exhausted, held in a tight embrace, panting, satisfied. Deeply satisfied.

  They look at each other and, as always, they laugh. Perhaps to ease the tension, perhaps for complicity, but they always do. They kiss gently now, without haste, without greed.

  «You are so beautiful, Sibylle.» whispers him stroking her face.

  Holding her against him he gets up and goes to lie down on the bed. They rest side to side looking in the eyes without speaking, just smiling, caressing softly their skin.

  ~

  A few hours later, at 3am, Drakkar wakes up because his phone is ringing. It's a muffled tone, the rhythmic sound of a submarine sonar that he hears perfectly. He looks at Sibylle, naked and clutched to him, sleeping soundly, then slips away from her embrace and takes the phone: is Nathan calling. He goes in the adjacent luxurious bathroom, takes off his leather hood and answers in a whisper.

  «What happened, Nathan?» he asks worried.

  On the other side of the phone there is an alarmed Nathan, babbling something about strange bruises on his inner thighs. Drakkar tries to calm him down, but it's hard for a person who whispers to be heard by another person who is in the throes of hysterics. The man sighs and lets him vent, closing his eyes and trying to understand what he's saying. When the boy stops and remains only sobbing, Drakkar takes a deep breath.

  «Nathan, I didn't understand a thing of what you said. No! Don't start again. Now shut up and listen, okay? Tell me, are you in danger?»

  Nathan begins to talk about itching and strange bubbles and Drakkar stops him again.

  «Answer me, Nat. Are you in any danger? Has anyone hurt you?» He carefully listens to Nathan's calmer answer. «Right, so you woke up to go to the bathroom and you saw this strange rash on the skin?» A moment of silence. «Okay, now listen: call a taxi and go to the hospital.» Drakkar laughs softly when he hears his answer. «Nathan, I can't. I am with a woman I adore, don't ask me to come home, please.»

  The boy whines and Drakkar looks up in exasperation.

  Meanwhile, Sibylle wakes up feeling the absence of Drakkar and frowns when she hears a murmured talking. She listens attentively like a cat, then gets up and opens the blue and purple cupboard not being surprised of finding lovely dressing gowns. There are many of various colors and fabric: satin, chiffon, tulle, silk. She chooses a blue chiffon one and wears it approaching to the open door of the bathroom. She tries to peek inside, but cannot see anything because of the colorful glass wall at the antechamber. She then remains to listen and squints her mouth when she hears Drakkar saying:

  «Of course I care about you, but at the moment I can't come home. No, I'm not downplaying the situation, I know what you're feeling and I really care of what's between your legs, but I also want to enjoy my freedom.» He clicks his tongue halfway between touched and annoyed. «Oh come on, stop crying. Look, I don't like who uses emotional blackmail.» Silence again. «Then do as I tell you: go to sleep on my bed, the dogs won't bother you there.»

  Sibylle covers her mouth with a hand, feeling a strange nausea growing inside.

  «No, Marat and Danton usually sleep on the rugs.» Another long pause. «Of course I'm worried! I care about you, otherwise I wouldn't have— No, please, don't start to cry again!»

  The man looks towards the door feeling a presence, he wears the hood and goes to see. Sibylle jumps when he appears in the doorway. How can he be so quiet?

  «Hang on.» says Drakkar to Nathan. «Sybille? Are you spying on me?»

  She glances down and nods, like a little girl incapable of lying. He pushes her against the wall, menacingly pointing a finger at her.

  «If there's one thing I hate is when people violate my privacy!»

  Sibylle sucks her lower lip feeling terrible guilty.

  «I—I'm sorry, please, forgive me. It won't happen again, I promise. Are you angry with me?»

  Meanwhile, the voice of Nathan begins to squeak loud on the phone.

  «I said hang on!» shouts Drakkar to the boy. Then, lowering the phone: «Oh for God's sake! Just appeared in my life and he's already a pain in the ass!»

  She looks at him.

  «Oh, so it's not... your woman?»

  He softens the look.

  «No, baby.» whispers, before bending over to kiss her on the neck. «It's the younger brother I never had, a brother who exasperates me, a brother unable to take care of his own life.»

  Nathan's voice yells: “I heard you”, and this makes them smile.

  Drakkar touches Sibylle's lips with his big fingers before lifting the phone to talk to Nathan again.

  «Nathan, would you feel better if I let you talk to a doctor?» A short pause. «Of course I'm serious. He is a good friend of mine, my best friend actually.» Another pause. «Okay, hold the phone.»

  Drakkar wears his boxers and motion Sibylle to follow him. The man walks
out in the long corridors of the Palace where the atmosphere is intimate and erotic. From the rooms it can be heard sounds of pleasure, of laughter, of chatting, or soft music. They come across some people: two beautiful women dressed only in silk lingerie and fine lace masks, and two men dressed in elegant black suits and a dark mask.

  Drakkar holds Sibylle's hand letting her know that they are heading to the basement of the Palace, where there are dungeons reserved for specific themed role plays. When they go down the stairs, Sibylle remains fascinated by the Medieval atmosphere she can breathe in there. There are many corridors lit by torches, the walls are covered by dark brick stones and the floor is made of stones too, but although it is a rustic place it is well heated and scented with sandalwood. There are cell prison with heavy wooden doors and from many of them Sibylle hears moaning mixed with whiplashes. They arrive in front of a black door and Drakkar enters without knocking. Sibylle follows him and closes the door behind her. The room is Tarasque and Nymphe's playroom. Sibylle look at the cell: it's lit by torches and candles, the walls and the floor are made of stone like the corridors, there are many devices which she doesn't know. There is a St. Andrew's Cross, a wooden pony, chains on the wall and a beautiful silver cage in which can fit comfortably two women on all fours. There are also many tools: whips, riding crops, paddles, tawses, ropes, lots of candles scattered around the room and other strange objects.

  The two lovers are caught in a very intimate moment and Sibylle feels uncomfortable in having violated their privacy.

  Nymphe is tied naked to the chains on the wall, with her arms up. On her nipples there are metal clamps joined together by three chains; the same type of clamps are also on her labia, but attached to those there are two conical shaped weights; on her mouth she has a transparent ball gag and there are wax drops around her breast and also red marks caused by the ropes with which he tied her up earlier.

  Tarasque is standing fully clothed in front of Nymphe biting her neck while she moans in ecstasy.

  «Tarasque?» calls Drakkar behind him.

  The man jumps muttering something about a “fucking ninja”.

  «Here.» says Drakkar handing him the phone. «It's a boy who lives with me, he has a bad rash on his inner thigh.»

  The man picks up the phone.

  «Hello, good evening, what's the problem?» asks Tarasque walking to the other side of the room.

  Drakkar looks at Nymphe and strokes her red, tired and sweaty face with a naturalness that touches her.

  «Yes, of course I'm a doctor.» is saying Tarasque in the meanwhile.

  Nymphe is impressed by the imposingness of Drakkar.

  «Why should I lie?» asks Tarasque frowning. «For your information I am the pediatrician-in-chief at the Hospital Necker–Enfants Malades of Paris. Now, is it enough for you or you want to see my certification?»

  Tarasque turns to look at Drakkar opening his arms in exasperation.

  «Who the hell I'm talking to?» whispers Tarasque to his friend.

  Drakkar laughs softly and Tarasque begins to talk with Nathan again.

  «Look, why don't you just describe me the rash and maybe the symptoms or any other strange things?»

  Tarasque goes to sit on the couch, totally intent in talking with Nathan. Drakkar looks at Nymphe again and moves her hair from her sweaty forehead.

  «Intense night, uh? I see you've kept Tarasque busy.»

  She smiles and he notices her trembling legs.

  «Your legs are shaking, you need a rest. I'm going to free you. Can I touch you on your breasts and between your legs in order to take the clamps off?» asks Drakkar.

  She nods and he starts to handle with the metal clamps, taking them off gently; then he unlocks the ball gag, and opens the metal cuffs that keep her tied to the chains. Once she is free, he hold her by the shoulders then turns around to Sibylle pointing with his chin Nymphe's chemise on the floor. Sibylle runs to pick it up and hands it to him. Drakkar helps Nymphe to wear the chemise while the two women look at each other and smile spontaneously. Sibylle looks at Nymphe's face flushed and tired an her mascara tears dried over her cheeks, which make her even more beautiful. Sibylle feels a strange thrill to see her delicate body marked with many red signs, due to the whiplashes. Nymphe has a dreamy look but her lips flare, she gives the impression of not being able to manage those emotions.

  «Take her to the bathroom, Améthyste.» says Drakkar pointing at a black door on the left.

  Sibylle accompany Nymphe to the bathroom.

  Meanwhile the calm voice of Tarasque tries to make a diagnosis of Nathan's problem. Drakkar sits down on the solid silver cage crossing his arms over his chest, listening to Tarasque.

  In the bathroom Sibylle is amazed to see how beautiful and luxurious that room is: the walls and the floor are completely covered in black marble, the wall lamps are made of fine crystal, the two washbasin are made of red glass and the whole wall behind them is a mirror.

  Nymphe stops in front of the basin and gently rinses her own face.

  «I am Améthyste, nice to meet you.» say Sibylle smiling.

  «I am Nymphe, nice to meet you too.» says the other, looking at her from the mirror.

  Sibylle looks at the red marks on her back and legs.

  «Does it hurt? Are you okay?»

  Nymphe takes a deep breath and closes her eyes while the water flows noisy; then she opens her eyes looking at Sibylle.

  «Oh yes, I'm more than fine. I feel dizzy but I feel really good. I've never experienced anything like this, anything so profound and incredible. I had three orgasms.» She rinses her face again, before to dry it with a towel. «It's all so unreal. It's like the man who has always been in my fantasy has become real. It is so natural for me to obey him and strangely I feel good at his feet, I feel safe. I know it can sound weird, but that's what I feel.»

  «It doesn't sound weird to me. I can feel the emotions you keep inside yourself, I feel it from the vibration of your voice. Tell me more, please.» asks Sibylle understanding that she needs to talk.

  And Nymphe is happy to continue. She closes her eyes and takes another deep breath before to say:

  «When I felt the first whiplash on my skin I thought, “There's something wrong with me, because I like it”. I was afraid of becoming apathetic toward life, or maybe a passive human being ready to lose her dignity, or something that I could not focus; but then I realized that we cannot become what we — in some way — already are deep inside us. We don't ‘become’ something, we just awake when that hidden part in us shows itself. I felt an indefinable emotion that has always been inside of me, hidden and buried under boulders of prejudice. But above all I understood that it was an expression of me combined to someone else. The whipping itself would cause me anger, pain and discomfort if given by someone else, but I love it because it's Tarasque that does it to me. So it's a matter of “us” not “me”. I thought it was my mind that dominates my life but I realized that are my emotions instead. I understood that I can rationalize all I want, I can try to convince myself about something, I can push myself to accept something, but it is what I feel inside that guides me. I found a lot of satisfaction with him tonight, and not only physical but also mental. But at the same time another part of me is trembling with fear, confusion— I feel like a part of me doesn't want to accept what I just experienced. It's like a part of me feels... fear.» Nymphe says the last word in a sob, then she begins to cry without tears, while her hands shake hard.

  Sibylle caresses her back, deeply worried. The girl cries and trembles, mumbling and sobbing continuously and uncontrollably. Sibylle looks around not knowing what to do, then goes to the door motioning Drakkar to come. The man goes straight to her, understanding there is something wrong.

  «I don't know what's going on!» tells him Sibylle worried, indicating Nymphe that stands in front of the sink, sobbing loudly.

  Drakkar clenches his jaw: it's clear that he knows what's happening to the girl. He goes to Nymphe, take
s her face in his hands and looks closely at her face, then holds her tight against him, stroking her head. Nymphe clings to him and Drakkar looks at Sibylle.

  «She has an emotional release. She is letting her deep emotions flow in her and at the moment she cannot controls them, she is prey of her devastating emotions. It's a good thing is a healing process, but it can be scary when too intense. It's like a dam that breaks in pieces and you are just in the middle of it. She need human warmth and reassurance. Donating herself in the way she did can be wonderful but upsetting at the same time, especially if it's the first time. To receive whipping and humiliation, to be bound and obedient, all of this is something that even if procures pleasure can also destabilize a healthy mind. Probably a part of her is afraid of losing her own dignity, is ashamed to have shown herself in that way and can make her think that the playing was real.»

  Nymphe's body shudders bad, so Drakkar whispers her comforting words, but then he turns to Sibylle and say:

  «Go tell Tarasque to forget about Nathan! He is the only one who can make her feel better. I can hold her as long as I want but it's his embrace she needs, because he is the one she submitted to.»

  Sibylle runs to Tarasque to tell him that Nymphe isn't feeling well. The man closes quickly the call, which was already at an end anyway, then he looks worried at Sibylle.

  «What's wrong?» asks getting up from the couch.

  «A release of— an emotion...»

  «An emotional release?» asks him.

  Sibylle nods and he makes a guttural noise of tenderness.

  «Oww, baby.» says the man, thinking of Nymphe.

  He grabs a blanket from the couch and follows Sibylle into the bathroom. When he enters and sees Nymphe hugged to Drakkar he takes a deep breath and goes to them. Drakkar hands her to Tarasque, whom immediately envelops the blanket around her shoulders before hugging her tight. The girl's eyes are closed and she sobs softly while her legs shake. Tarasque holds her tighter and bends down with her until they both sit on the floor.