Asterix stares at him in silence for a while. The boy at the table drinks noisily his milk looking first one then the other; he then gets up making Jules César jump on the table, and goes to put the mug in the sink. He looks at them again then goes to rummage in the fridge.
«You what? You are in love with her too?» asks Asterix in shock.
«Yes I am.»
«And since when?»
«Since long time.»
«And why you never mentioned it?»
«Because you were in love with her before me and I didn't want to put a risk our friendship for a woman.»
Asterix nods, then attacks him in a fit of anger. The two start to fight violently, punching each other in every part of their bodies. They fall on the floor without stopping to shout insults, to punch and bite. Jules César comes closer to the edge of the table and looks at them with curiosity, tilting his head to the side.
The boy in his underwear closes the fridge: he is holding in his mouth a bunch of white grapes and carries a plate with a big slice of pie in his hand. He looks at the boys fighting and leaps over them heading to the living room, where he sits comfortably on the couch switching the tv on. The phone rings and the boy swallows fast some grapes before answer it.
«Yes?», and a second later: «Oh, Saphir! How are you? Yes, it's me. Look, at the moment the two idiots are—», he looks at them rolling on the floor, «busy. You can leave the message to me, if you like.»
The boy listens attentively and raises his eyebrows, absolutely amazed by her words.
«Wow, what a news! I will report it to them. See you soon. Have a nice day.»
He hangs up and goes to the kitchen, he looks at them deciding if he should stop them or not, and then goes back to the couch: they need to clarify themselves first. As two real friends should do.
Ten minutes later the two are sitting on the kitchen floor staring at each other. Jules César is still looking at them from the table. Their breathe is heavy and their faces are black and blue, while their eyes express understanding now. They begin to laugh softly and after a while they laugh loudly and breathlessly.
The boy in his underwear enters the kitchen to place the plate on the table; then he rummages in the cupboard and takes a liquorice liquor, drinking just a sip. He does a satisfied sound and looks at them.
«Have you done, assholes? Good. It was Saphir at the phone, go get dressed, she wants to meet you in her office.»
The two friends get up, thinking what she might needs to tell them. The boy heads to the bathroom and they follow him. Once there, the boy gets naked and begins to prepare the bathtub for a nice warm relaxing bath.
«So, why Saphir wants to see us?» asks Asterix.
The boy takes a bottle of bath foam, opens it and smells it, making a disgusted expression.
«Why the hell do you buy this crap?»
«Because this is our home not yours. And by the way: when will you stop acting like it were?» asks Obelix.
The guy ignores him then takes another bottle and smells that too, this times he seems happy.
«I like this one. Buy it again.» says, pouring almost the whole bottle in the water.
«So?! Why Saphir wants to meet us?» asks Asterix again.
«Oh, nothing: the Black Onyx Pact requested to see you because they are thinking about having you as new members of the sublime.»
The two young men look at each other and startle, not knowing what to say, what to even think.
«B—but we haven't reached the Diamond yet! How can they choose us!» exclaims Obelix.
The boy looks at them.
«Yeah, that's not fair, is it? Why don't you go to complain about it with the Order? Oh come on, guys! You skipped a level, so what? If the Order decides that you are ready, it means that you really are. Those dudes may be scary but they are good fellows, and surely they know what they do. We all know it's rare, very rare, but it happened, so. You should be proud of yourselves.»
Them in the Black Onyx Pact? It is so unreal, so strange, and it's too good to be true!
~
Tarasque and Nymphe
Under the warm sun of the morning Nymphe runs in the wood of that private park. She is dressed in a diaphanous chiffon dress. A black metal collar is wrapped around her delicate neck and she is barefoot. She runs as fast as she can looking over her back relentlessly, and when she hears a horse's gallop getting closer her running becomes more intense, but the legs are now tired and that horse is so fast. The man is close. Closer...
Tarasque rides that beautiful bay horse with natural elegance. The man is dressed in medieval clothes: dark trousers tied with many laces to the sides, he is bare chested and on his forearms has black leather bracers. He arrives to the girl, takes his long whip and moves it on the air wrapping her waist and pulling. Nymphe falls on the ground with a cry as he dismounts from the horse and walks calmly to her. The girl sits straight looking at him with frightened eyes.
«No—», she moans.
Tarasque grabs her by the hair, pulling her head back.
«No? “No” what? You escaped from the prison, from your owner and from your punishment, and now that you are in my hands again you don't give the due respect to the man who owns you!»
He lets her go and she falls back shaking in fear. Her eyes are red because of the tears, her soft lips are parted as she pants incessantly. Tarasque looks intensively at her. Oh she is so good in acting like the scared slave, even if in her eyes he can see an intense excitement. He rolls the whip back up and the girl moves her trembling hand to the face as if she were afraid he was about to whip her. Seeing her so helpless causes him an instant erection. They stare into each other's eyes with a look appropriate to their role: he with an austere and angry gaze, her with a docile and frightened expression. With their eyes they speak, they communicate. With their eyes they understand what the other is feeling. He understand when she wants him to be more cruel or more indulgent. She understand when he wants her to obey or to rebel. The man crouches down in front of her and takes her chin in his hand, and then kisses her passionately. When he moves away from that divine mouth she is looking at him with respect, almost in awe, then licks her own lips to continue to enjoy his flavor. He gets up pulling her up too. He leads her near a big tree from which hangs a rope, and he ties her arms up to the rope ripping the dress with his hands, showing her bare back; then goes behind her and snaps the whip in the air. That dreadful sound makes her startle. He goes to hug her from behind, whispering in her ear:
«Are you ready, Nymphette?»
«Yes.» pants her with her eyes closed.
«I'll hurt, sweetie. You know that, right?»
«Oh yes, please! Please, whip me, Tarasque! I want to feel the weaves of pain lapping the pleasure.»
He moans gutturally hearing those words then bends over to kiss her neck, leaving her breathless.
«What you must say if you want me to stop, sweetie?»
She turns her face to look at him with his sweet hazel eyes. She wanders in those charming blue eyes, deep as the ocean and bright as the sky.
«I call the Windy City.»
He nods.
«Good girl.» he says, stroking her face with the handle of the whip. «Please, don't push your limits, Nymphette, you don't have to prove me anything, sweetie, okay?»
«Okay.»
He smiles gently. It's amazing how sensitive he can be and how cruel he can become a second later. He squeezes her large breast and goes back to his place behind her. Nymphe takes a deep breath and holds it, just as Tarasque taught her. The whiplash arrives implacable, violent, burning. She exhales strongly and pants, starting to feel the pleasure hugging the pain. It's a strange feeling, a wonderful feeling, a mystery. Another whiplash. One more. At regular intervals he hits her pale skin giving her the time she need to catch her breath again and to control the pain. Some red marks start to appear on her back and Tarasque licks his lips, feeling his member becoming harder. Seeing her sweetly a
nd willingly suffering under his hand, seeing her accepting the pain he causes, watching her moaning in excitement after each whiplash, all of this gives him intense and unbelievable pleasure.
In the wood one can hear the wind blowing between the branches of the willow trees next to the pond, together with the sound of the whiplashes and groans of Nymphe.
When Tarasque sees her trembling and squirming, he stops and goes to caresses her pale skin marked by so many red marks. He hugs her from behind, wrapping her in a warm embrace, kissing her neck and licking her ear.
«You are such a good girl, sweetie. I'm proud of you.» he murmurs satisfied.
He reaches out and touches between her legs, finding it incredibly hot and wet.
«Mmmm, one day I want to try to make you reach the orgasm just whipping you.»
She licks her lips moaning in approval. Tarasque frees her from the ropes and she falls on her knees while he goes to stand in front of her lifting her chin with the rigid handle of the whip. She stares at him with red face. Gosh, she is so beautiful!
«What you should say, slave?» he asks in a firm voice, returning immediately in his role.
«Thank you, Master.» whispers her before to kiss the man's hand.
«Hmm, I see you remember how to show respect to the hand that whips you. Will you disobey me again?»
«Oh no, no, Master.»
«Will you run away from me again?»
«No, Master.»
«Will you be good in prison, ready to satisfy me when I come to see you?»
«Yes, Master.»
«What do you have to do when I enter the room?»
«I must fall on my knees and keep my mouth open, Master.»
«Why?»
«To show you that I am ready to satisfy you, Master.»
«Why?»
«Because I'm your slave, your sex toy, Master.»
«So you'll be good and obedient from now on?»
«Yes, Master.»
«Will you obey my very command without hesitation?»
«Yes, Master.»
He looks at her and grins. She is so much fun! He does love playing with her! And by the ecstatic look of the girl, she loves it too.
«Prove it.» he says, before to look down and spit some drops of saliva on his own boot. He looks at her. «Lick it up, slave.»
Nymphe gasps softly, feeling her nipples stiffen. She leans down at his feet keeping her head bent to one side so that he could see her, the she begins to lick his saliva off his shoe. Tarasque swallows trying to keep a straight face. But her pink tongue cleaning his boot it's a wonderful vision and gives him deep sensations. He looks at her bowed down before him with her bare back marked by the whiplashes, her dreamy eyes now half closed, and her reverent mouth licking him up.
«That's enough, get up.»
When she stands up he hooks the leash to her collar leading her to the abandoned stables nearby. The abandoned stables are old stables owned by the Club D and now used just for that kind of role-playing. They have been cleaned properly, the walls have been repainted and the floor completely redone.
They arrive at the entrance of the stables and they can smell a delicious aroma of dry straw and trees in bloom.
Tarasque pushes her into a cell with bright white walls and the floor covered with a lot of clean straw. She falls on the straw and looks at him with fear. He leaves, but returns soon after. She stares at him and he flares his nostrils then keeps still by the hair to slap her twice.
«Stupid slave! You are good at talking but when it comes to action you don't obey!» he scolds her.
«Forgive me, Master!» she implores him, understanding what she did wrong.
He holds her chin staring at her for a long time, making her glance down several times. Then he goes out of the room again. When he comes back, she immediately falls to her knees and opens her mouth. He smirks.
«That's it, little slave.» he says, stopping in front of her. «That's how a good slave waits for her Master.»
He looks at her with those piercing eyes, making her feel smaller than she is.
«Look at me.» he orders.
She stares back at him and, unexpectedly, he hits her on the face, but that's not a violent hit. She doesn't know how he does it, but he can hit her making a loud slap sound without actually hurting her. The slaps are dosed perfectly to make her feel his strength but not to hurt her.
«Lower your gaze when you are in front of me, slave!» he reproaches her austerely.
She lowers her gaze at once.
«Look at me, slave!» her orders again.
She looks at him and he slaps her.
«Lower your gaze, slave!»
She lowers her gaze again, beginning to sob, confused and excited at the same time.
«Look at me, slave!»
She looks at him and when he raises his hand to slap her, she clings to his thigh.
«Please, Master, I don't know what to do!»
He smiles pleased.
«You have to obey.»
«But you give me two different orders and you keep punishing me if I obey or disobey any of them.»
«I'm playing with you, little slave.»
«Please, you don't need an excuse to punish me, Master.»
He frowns heavily.
«I want to play with you, I don't want to punish you right now. I know I can punish you whenever I want! You must always obey my orders without questioning them, for how crazy they may sound! Understood?!»
She nods and he pushes her away from him.
«Now I show you how I punish you without a reason. On your hands and knees, slave!»
She obeys. He crouches down behind her and begins to spank her hard. So hard that she almost screams with each stroke. His strong hands hits her firmly, leaving red marks all over her buttocks. After spanking her properly, he gets up and looks at her for a long time. She lies on her side, moaning and sensually caressing her bottom. He grabs her by the hair and shoves her against the wall where are hanging chains and ropes. He tears up her dress and looks at her admiringly before to stroke her trembling skin and then hitting her generous breasts, making her startle. He smirks and does it again, again and again. He takes a step back to better look at that vibrant and flushed body, listening to the heavy breathing and moaning of the girl. A breathing between fear and pleasure.
The man leaves the room again. When he reappears in the doorway she immediately falls down to her knees and opens her mouth, making him smile. The man approaches her slowly, grabbing her hair.
«That's my good little slave. Mmmm, I already want to fuck you mercilessly— Why should I hold myself back? I have the whole day to play with you, to do whatever I want with my good little slave. I'll keep you tied in this stable box till dusk and I want you be ready to do whatever I order you to do. I want you to submit with docility and take whatever I'll inflict you. Is that clear, slave?»
«Yes, Master.» she says in a breath.
He smiles without showing his teeth, showing instead that wonderful grin of his that makes him irresistible. He unbuttons his pants and frees his hard member. She looks at him and sticks out her pink tongue, trying to hold back the urge to suck it hard.
«Do you think you deserve it, my lascivious slave?» he asks in a husky voice.
She looks at him and remains puzzled, wondering what she should respond.
«I don't deserve anything, Master. You reward me when you consider it opportune.»
He is amazed by that response: the girl is making great progresses. But it's so incredibly fun to play with her when she tries so hard to be a good slave!
«You're right, you don't deserve anything and I don't think that you should be rewarded. Therefore I won't allow you to take my hard cock in your mouth, you will watch while I masturbate.»
She looks at him with her mouth open, desiring to taste that magnificent and perfect member in front of her. Oh, it must be so delicious, like always! She loves that man's flavor. He shakes it be
fore her eyes and smiles seeing her suffering for not being allowed to taste it. She is really beautiful with that look that begs him to let her just lick it a bit. He gets closer and frees the testicles.
«I feel generous today, slave. You may lick my balls.»
She begins to lick him all over the scrotum, panting excitedly, licking with such enthusiasm to make him smile in amusement.
«Easy, greedy slave-girl, show some devotion!»
She licks and kisses him gently now, looking into his blue eyes.
Tarasque's chest moves slowly as he thinks: “Ah, what a perfect view!”
«I'll ask you again, slave: do you think you deserve to take my cock in your mouth?»
This time she nods vigorously and he smiles wryly before slapping her softly.
«I don't think so. And you will be punished for your presumption. I'll show you what you are worthy to receive into your mouth! Open better those lips, you little lustful slave!»
She opens well her mouth sticking out her tongue. He holds tight his member and places the glans on her tongue. She looks at him with worried eyes and he grins.
«Do you know what I'm about to do, slave?»
She has an idea, but she does hope is not that! So she shakes her head in denial.
«Oh, I think you have it figured out, you just fear to say it. But that's exactly what you think, slave. I'm going to empty my bladder in your mouth, to show you what is your place. I feel merciful today so you may not drink it, but I want you to keep it in your mouth, you understand?»
She widens her eyes, but then closes them and nods. She begins to think if she really wants to do that. Maybe is the case to stop the session, which has gone beyond what she was prepared to take. But deep down a part of her is excited to be used by him that way, to be his sex toy. And more, she loves everything about that man and feels ready to show it to him. She opens her eyes and looks at him straight in the eye while he concentrates to urinate. He stares intently at her and when he realizes that she is really willing to do as he ordered, he throws his head back and burst out laughing hard. He laughs loudly, making his beautiful voice echoes through the stables.
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