The Black Onyx Pact by Morgana D. Baroque

not even a reflection of it. Who knows if he is smiling seeing the young woman dancing in that way?
Sibylle has her eyes closed, her lips tight and her body moving sinuously when she feels observed; she turns her head and sees that impressive man staring at her. She stops immediately and smiles shyly, feeling embarrassed. The man doesn't move a muscle and she begins to feel a strange feeling inside. A moment later he does something that shocks her: he points his index at her then closes his fist beating it on his chest twice. Drakkar!
The traffic light turns green and he leaves with a deafening roar, disappearing on the horizon in a few seconds. Sibylle doesn't move, lost in her astonishment. Behind her some cars honk impatiently, but she ignores them. A black car surpasses her and stops next to her car. It's a distinguished lady on her fifties, with a beautiful bob cut on her brownish hair.
    «Excuse me, madame , are you stupid?» she asks kindly, strangely not offensive as if she was really asking her seriously.
    «No, I'm stunned! I just saw my lover!» explains Sibylle as she were speaking with an old friend. «He is a biker!»
    The lady in the black car raises her eyebrows and smiles mischievously.
    «Mmmm, sexy.»
    Sibylle nods vigorously.
    «I don't even know his name and I've never seen his face. I know nothing of him, I just know that when I'm with him — », she stops and sighs with dreamy eyes.
    The other woman shakes her head.
    «Yeah, sure, a “lover”. Pfff, look at you! Come on, my dear, that man is something else.»
    Sibylle smiles sadly.
    «No, he is not. He is a man with whom I shared something profound, but he decided not to see me again.»
    The lady looks on the horizon.
    «Is that so? Then why he seems waiting for you?»
She starts laughing and leaves, honking to greet her. Sibylle looks into the distance and sees the man in his wonderful black motorbike standing on the side of the road. Her mouth opens in amazement. The man is waiting, looking in the side mirror, and when he sees her driving to him, he enters a small side road in the woods there, disappearing in the vegetation. When she arrives where he was she parks the car and get off, following the path which leads in the wood. She hears the rumble of the motorbike and realizes that he is in there somewhere; the rumbles stops and she understand that he shut off the engine. She walks among the trees, feeling the heart beating harder. There he is! Sitting on his huge black motorbike, with his feet on the ground and his arms crossed, looking at her. Sibylle stops, feeling her hands shaking.
    “ He is awesome... ”, she thinks.
Drakkar looks at her and clenches his jaws: that dreamy dress, that silky hair, that lovely face...
“ She is magnificent... ”, he thinks.
    When she arrives to him, he loosens his arms and moves the index, mutely asking her to come closer. She moves toward him and stares at the black visor, in which the only thing she can see is her own reflection. His hand touches gently her cheek then slides on her neck, on her shoulders, on her chest, stopping on the breast. He strokes it for a long time, looking at her face; then he gently claws it firmly, making her moan. Without moving away her eyes from his face, she takes off her panties. He draws her to him by the arm, grabs her by the hips sitting her on the bike facing him. The man stops to take off his biker gloves and his black jacket, staying with a tight dark T-shirt which highlights his powerful body. He lifts her pink dress and begins to caress her intimate silky hairs. She is so incredibly velvety down there! He is deeply enjoying it and Sibylle can almost see his voluptuous look under the black helmet. The woman admires his muscular arms, so hard and so strong. She closes her eyes feeling the deep desire of being taken by him! Drakkar starts playing with her intimate part, caressing it, penetrating with one finger, then two, watching her squirm and gasp loudly. He