«No, as a member of the Black Onyx Pact I just feel disgusted for those who fail to respect the other members. Especially the women.»
Drakkar gets up and goes to them whom turn to look that tall imposing man watching them with angry eyes.
«This evening is for the ladies here and if you want to neglect them, please leave. I don't want to see quarreling again, is that clear?»
The two men nod. Drakkar looks at them with his incredibly awe-inspiring eyes then goes to sit in a armchair by the fireplace and picks up a purple velvet box putting it on his lap.
«Mesdames, I have a present for you.»
The two women crawl up to him showing their beautiful rears to the men. Drakkar opens the box and takes out a purple solid glass dildo with raised black spirals on the full length. Sibylle and Nymphe moan and giggle reaching out to touch it. Drakkar puts away the box and grabs the dildo from the base handing to them one at time. Both lick it and kiss it on the tip.
«Do you like the present?» ask them in a hoarse voice.
«Oh yes!» they exclaim in unison.
«And do you like the idea of having seven erected men whom desire only to penetrate you while, instead, you will fill your beautiful meat flowers with this?»
Sibylle looks at him with a look that says: “I would prefer a thousand times yours!”, that makes Drakkar smile.
The man gives the dildo to Nymphe who takes it right in her mouth, sucking it hard. With the dildo into her mouth she crawls back to the center of the rug where everyone can see them well. Sibylle approaches her and starts licking the sides of her friend's mouth in a silent request to let her suck too. Nymphe takes it out and gives it to Sibylle, who sucks in her sweet mouth under the eyes of the excited men. The two girls exchange the dildo as if it were the last bottle of water for two scattered in the desert.
Sibylle whispers something to Nymphe and the girl turns around going on all fours leaning forward with the head, fully exposing her butt. Sibylle caresses her thighs then holds open her buttocks and licks her well between her legs, while the men increase the speed of their masturbation. Especially Richelieu and Lupin seem about to come, in fact, they both stop the hands to regain control.
Drakkar smiles: rarely he saw his “Clubrothers” so aroused.
Meanwhile, Sibylle holds tight the dildo and puts it at the entrance of Nymphe's labia pushing it slowly, making her gasping in pleasure. The men watching spread better their legs enjoying that erotic view. Nymphe widens her vaginal lips with the fingers to allow the dildo to penetrate her. Sibylle pushes faster stimulating the clitoris with the other hand, making her pant harder. The men look Drakkar, mutely asking his permission to do something and Drakkar nods. They get up going to stand around the two young women, to admire them better. Almost all of them have the crystal goblet of wine in one hand and their hard member in the other. Their hoarse voices incite Sibylle to penetrate Nymphe faster. Drakkar notices that Tarasque didn't get up so he goes to him.
«Don't you want to be near your Nymphe while she comes?»
The man sighs.
«I cannot. If I go near my Nymphe I won't be able to restrain myself from mounting her fiercely.»
«You are a member of the sublime, you should have a higher self-control.»
«I have it, you should know. Put me in front of twenty naked women begging me to take them and I will resist. But don't put me in front of my Nymphette who is about to reach the orgasm, because I won't resist a second.»
He looks at Nymphe and adds in a whisper:
«Can we meet the girls after this rendezvous?»
Drakkar looks at him reprovingly.
«It wouldn't be fair toward the other members.»
«I don't give a fuck. How can you have this self-control? Don't you want to have sex with Sibylle?»
«Tarasque, I want to have sex with Sibylle every time I think of her, but I am a man able to control his instincts. I've been trained to do that primarily in my job.»
Tarasque watches Nymphe fondling her own boobs, increasing the moaning of pleasure while Sibylle continues to penetrate her with the dildo, while the men around comment erotically but elegantly what they see, while her vibrating body awaits the pleasure.
Tarasque moves a hand between his own legs, stroking his erection. He takes a deep breath and looks at his friend again.
«Have you ever seen me in this state, Drakkar?»
«Yes, at Ambre initiation's ceremony.»
They both smile remembering that night of refined eroticism.
«It has been a great ceremony, perhaps one of the most beautiful of the Black Onyx Pact. But apart from that?»
«No, I've never seen you so deeply touched by a girl.»
«That woman has bewitched me, Drakkar.»
Meanwhile, Sibylle stimulates Nymphe more intensely while the girl squirms beautifully, encouraged to come by the men around her. Caligula sips his wine, curiously staring at Sibylle instead of Nymphe. Sibylle notices his gaze and smiles at him. Probably he didn't expect that smile because he pauses standing with the arm in the air, amazed by her kindness. Finally Nymphe reaches the orgasm, groaning loudly and shaking, accompanied by the voices of the men who praise her.
Tarasque leans his head back on the couch breathing deeply as if he had finally found peace. Drakkar smiles and goes to the girls. He crouches down beside Nymphe and gives her a long, strong, slow caress from head to bottom.
«Good girl, that's how a woman shows her beautiful femininity. You have been wonderful, Nymphe. Thank you for allowing us to enjoy the magnificence of your orgasm.»
The other men thank her too and Nymphe smiles, looking Tarasque through the spaces between the legs of the men around. Tarasque looks at her, smiles and raises his glass, mutely toasting at her. Nymphe sit straight and Sibylle brushes gently some tufts of hair from her face. They exchange a kiss on the lips before to hug tight.
«Aww.» say all the men smiling.
When the two girls move away from each other, Drakkar touches Sibylle face.
«We would like to see you coming too, Améthyste.»
Sibylle goes to sit down on the chaise longue spreading her legs, and Nymphe kneels in front of her starting to penetrate her slowly with the purple glass dildo.
The men stand around the chaise long now. Even Tarasque approaches this time. Drakkar stares at Sibylle with a smirk on his face. He enjoys seeing her moving sinuously as soon as Nymphe touches her exposed clitoris; he enjoys seeing her closing the eyes and panting incessantly, touching her breast; he enjoys seeing those juicy vaginal lips so pink and wet; he enjoys seeing her moving her hips toward the dildo. She is beautiful.
The men around them masturbate silently, with an elegance that neither Sibylle or Nymphe thought it was possible for a man to have in a circumstance like that.
Meanwhile, Drakkar observes Claude, whom curiously doesn't speak. Usually he is the most talkative during the evenings like those, but today he is strangely silent. He has been silent all the time, that's really weird.
Sibylle begins to pant louder as her stomach moves involuntary to follow the spasms of pleasure growing in her. Nymphe moves the dildo eagerly, licking the clitoris and stroking her thighs.
Drakkar accentuates his smile, feeling the erections become almost painful. He turns to look at Tarasque and the two exchange a glance of complicity, it's the gaze of when they share the same thought.
Sibylle unleashes her orgasm in a high-pitched scream, but Drakkar understands she has retained it.
Claude flares his nostrils, feeling strange, stunned. Those flattering comments about Sibylle excite him incredibly. How come he never noticed that wild side of her beautiful wife? If he only knew before... All those years wasted on cheating on her, not coming home to her warm wife just to have sex with unknown women much less interesting than her.
When Sibylle calms down she smiles at Nymphe and they embrace strongly, thanking each other for that unforgettable night. What a wonderful feeling!<
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Later, Sibylle and Nymphe are accompanied by Saphir in a large bedroom on the upper floor which has been reserved just for them for all the night. Saphir asks the girls if everything was fine and they smile satisfied, telling her how well they have been. Saphir is happy to hear that. She advise them to enjoy a nice hot bath and leaves. The two young women decide to take a long shower instead, washing each other without stop giggling and commenting about all men. Then they talk about what they shared, what they liked of each other. When they finish they dry well, always smiling at each other, joined by that new complicity. They wear some fine satin dressing gowns and pour cold sparkling white wine in two crystal blue glasses before to sit comfortably on the king sized bed. While they are intent on joking about how they looks weird when they reach the orgasm, the bedroom door opens and Drakkar and Tarasque enter silently.
The girls stops talking and put the glasses on the nightstand while the men close quietly the door behind them leaning against it. For a long minute no one say a word. Then the men smile at the same time.
«We have come to pay homage to the two divine creatures that delighted us.» asserts Drakkar with his deep voice.
«May we come closer?» asks Tarasque.
Sibylle and Nymphe nod smiling. Tarasque takes off his mask and Nymphe gasps when she sees that beautiful face of his. She feels strange every time she sees those magnetic blue eyes and that virile face. The two men take off their black jacket too and advance resolutely; when they arrive near them they go down on their knees. Tarasque in front of Nymphe and Drakkar in front of Sibylle. Keeping looking at their beautiful faces they caress the women's silky legs then gently widen them and insinuate their face between their thighs to lick them devoutly. The two young women close their eyes. The men's tongues are hot, sometimes soft sometimes hard, and lick with dedication their meaty flowers that smell of fruit. Their big hands clutch the pale thighs of the girls while their hungry mouths devour them.
Sibylle and Nymphe lie down looking at each other, feeling the excitement growing. Sibylle look at Nymphe's generous breast and cannot resists to touch it, so she extends a hand to squeeze it hearing her moaning. Nymphe exchange the favor and touches Sibylle's lovely breast too. They get closer until they mouth kiss sensually, without stopping to touch their breasts.
Drakkar and Tarasque raise the gaze to look at them, feeling more excited now. They get up and turn the girls prone and finally they free their turgid member. The girls bend their knees going on all four and soon the men penetrate them gently. Sibylle turns her head to look at the masked face of Drakkar and smiles sweetly at him; Drakkar caresses her buttocks and exchanges the smile moving deeply in her. Nymphe does the same with Tarasque and the man smiles at her before spanking her cruelly. But Nymphe doesn't seem to be bothered by that brutal touch, on the contrary, she moans happily. The men begin to move with vehemence, enjoying those groans and gasps of pleasure the girls emit. Sibylle and Nymphe continue to kiss and touch each other, while their delicate bodies are shaken by the thrusts of the two men.
It's all so delightfully perfect, so erotic, so unusual.
It would have been a long night. Another memorable night.
- Chapter XIII
“What is well rooted cannot be pulled up. What is firmly grasped will not slip loose.”
— Lao Tzu
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Two days later, Drakkar is back home from work at dawn. He parks his black sport motorbike in the driveway, removes his black helmet and enters the house. Two of his dogs run to greet him wagging their tails, he pets them ruffling their fur. He then smells a nice aroma of breakfast and heads to the kitchen where he finds Nathan cooking, with his eyes half closed.
«Nat, what are you doing?»
«Good morning, Romain!» he says with a big constrained smile. «I wanted you to find breakfast ready. You work hard every day, doing crazy shifts and I—»
«It's 5am, there is no need to wait for me awake, even less to prepare my breakfast. I don't want to find you up waiting for me anymore, okay? Turn off the stove and go back to sleep.»
Nathan lowers his eyes, and his fake smile fades away. Drakkar squints his powerful lion eyes, understanding that the boy is hiding something.
«What have you done?» asks Drakkar, worried.
Nathan looks at him with a sorrow expression.
«I—I'm sorry—»
«Nathan, what have you done?» asks again, louder.
«Romain—»
The man flares his nostrils and spells out slowly:
«What-did-you-do?»
«Promise me you won't be mad at me?»
«Hell no!»
Nathan runs to the other side of the big kitchen, takes a chair and points it against the man as if he really were a lion.
«Nathan!»
«I—I'm afraid to tell you, I fear you!»
Drakkar calms down instantly, touched by his fright.
«I won't hurt you, Nathan. I am a man of law, I'll take you to the police depending on what you did.»
Nathan frowns.
«The police?...»
«Have you done something bad with those assholes you used to hang out with? Did you deal drugs? Did you hurt someone? Did you rob someone? Nathan, did you break the law? Answer me!»
«No!» Nathan yells. «I didn't do anything against someone!»
Drakkar looks around and sees that Robespierre isn't there.
«Did something happen to Robespierre?»
As for to answer his question, the black dog enters the room.
«Did you—», this time Drakkar looks askance at Nathan closing his fists, «did you... touch my grandfather's jeep?»
«Of course not! I'm afraid to even look at it!»
«Nathan, what the hell did you do?!» shouts Drakkar going to rip the chair from his hands.
The boy slips to the floor curling in fetal position and covering his head with both arms.
«I—I cracked the glass door of your bedroom! I—I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Romain! I'm sorry! It was an accident, I swear! I'm sorry! Please, don't—», he sobs heavily like a little boy prey of his deepest fear, «I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Romain! I—I'm sorry! I'm—»
Drakkar crouches down and draws him to his chest to hug him tight in his strong arms.
«Shh, it's ok. It's ok, Nathan. Calm down now, please, calm down. It's ok.»
Drakkar's voice is a soft caress, is so gentle and reassuring that Nathan feels confused. He is not used to that gentle talking.
«It's ok, Nathan, really, it's ok. I'm not angry, I never like those stupid glass doors anyway. I have the impression that someone is always looking at me when I sleep.»
The boy tries to talk but his sobbing is too devastating that doesn't allow him to do it. Drakkar hugs him tighter and Nathan clings to him desperately.
«There, hold on to me. You don't need to panic in this way, Nathan, I'm not a monster. Even if I might look like one you shouldn't fear me in this way, it hurts me.»
«I—I'm sorry, but I feared your reaction not because I think you are a monster, but because I'm just a—»
«You are a trustworthy person, you are intelligent, you are strong. And you are a good heart, even though life treated you bad till now. You didn't let the suffering and the humiliation to turn you into a selfish bastard. I do think highly of you, Nathan, and you should do the same. Don't let the fear of the past to hunt you. Nathan, listen: I'd never hurt you in any way, I'd never kick you out of my life just because you broke a fucking door, and I won't abandon you. I won't abandon you, Nathan. Once I let a person in my life it's forever.»
Nathan bursts out crying.
«R—Romain», he calls touched.
Drakkar continues to cuddle him for a while, then he gets up.
«Now I show you how things should be said in this house. Stand up.» says softly Drakkar.
Nathan obeys and Drakkar rest a big hand on his cheek.
«Now repeat what you did. But I want to hear you
saying it in this way: standing, looking into my eyes, without sobbing. I don't want to see you crouching in that way anymore. And now repeat what you did the way you should have told me the first time, the way I want you to tell me from now on, man-to-man.»
Nathan tries to control the trembling of his voice.
«Romain, I—I've cracked the glass door of y—your bedroom.»
«How did you do it?»
«I bumped into it while chasing the dogs.»
«You are an idiot.»
They look at each other for long, then Drakkar ruffles his hair.
«You scared the crap out of me, you dickhead!»
Nathan smiles and courageously hugs him. Drakkar is surprised, but then hugs him back. It's clear that the boy is beginning to like the human warmth he never tasted before.
The moment is interrupted by the ringing of Drakkar's phone. So early in the morning? Maybe an emergency from work. He takes the phone from his pocket and Nathan tries to move away from him, but Drakkar holds him tighter, not letting him go.
«Hello?»
«Romain?»
Drakkar frowns.
«Who is it?»
«It's Claude. Caligula.»
«Claude? It's 5am!»
«I know, sorry, but I've been trying to contact you for the past 24 hours, then Saphir told me that you were probably doing the night shift and that you would be back at dawn. What's your job?»
«Claude, what do you want?»
«Romain, I need your help!»
Drakkar is surprised to hear him so upset, not only he has never heard him in that state, but he thought he was too insensitive to worry about something.
«What happened?»
«Do you remember the rendezvous with those two girls?»
«Yes?»
«Well, one of those girls— I want to meet her. I really need to meet her!»
«Nymphe?»
«No, the other one.»
«“The other one”? You don't even remember her na—»
«Her name's Sibylle.»
Drakkar is astonished.
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