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The Hunchback of Notre Dame, dark!Esmeralda/Frollo
anonymous
October 26 2014, 17:51:16 UTC
AU, dark!Esmeralda. Esmeralda is willing to sell out her people and become Frollo's mistress if it means she can escape a life of poverty and fulfil her secret ambitions of power.
Going in for the Kill {Doing it for a Thrill} - Part 1/2little_elfieOctober 31 2014, 00:31:27 UTC
Going in for the Kill {Doing it for a Thrill}
Part One
We can fight our desires, But when we start making fires We get ever so hot, Whether we like it or not...
It is not quite midnight when she comes to him, cloaked in blue like the Holy Virgin herself, more beautiful as Jezebel and just as sinful.
The Minister is standing before the hearth in his chambers, silently brooding over the flames, as he has done so every night since the fateful day he first laid eyes on Esmeralda. The heat of the fire on his face is nothing compared to the inferno raging within him, burning through his heart and loins. He does not hear the gypsy girl's approach when she comes, padding on unshod feet like a jungle cat. She touches him lightly upon the arm, breathes his name with that husky voice, softer than he'd ever heard it before.
"Claude..."He is upon her almost immediately, robes billowing, reaching out to grasp her shoulders, devouring her with hungry eyes. Esmeralda does not fight, does not attempt to flee. He reluctantly slackens his grip
( ... )
Going in for the Kill {Doing it for a Thrill} - Part 2/2little_elfieOctober 31 2014, 00:34:16 UTC
Going in for the Kill {Doing it for a Thrill}
Part Two
They say we can love who we trust But what is love without lust? Two hearts with accurate devotions And what are feelings without emotions?
Esmeralda smirks, her tongue darting from between ruby lips to savour the last of his seed. She straddles him, tracing the jagged lines of his body as he shudders beneath her, wanting her again.
"I have another gift for you."
"That does not answer my question, Esmeralda. And besides..." Frollo is himself once more, bold and proud, "There is nothing else I want. There is nothing else you could offer me to surpass this..."
He twists her dusky nipples with a dark chuckle. Esmeralda throws back her head, impaling herself upon his cock in one fluid motion, rolling her hips and sighing as he reaches up to draw his fingertips across her face, her throat, her breasts. He can't stop touching her, looking at her, wanting her, even when he is inside of her, even now when she belongs to him. She undulates, fluttering like a mare in heat as he
( ... )
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Part One
We can fight our desires,
But when we start making fires
We get ever so hot,
Whether we like it or not...
It is not quite midnight when she comes to him, cloaked in blue like the Holy Virgin herself, more beautiful as Jezebel and just as sinful.
The Minister is standing before the hearth in his chambers, silently brooding over the flames, as he has done so every night since the fateful day he first laid eyes on Esmeralda. The heat of the fire on his face is nothing compared to the inferno raging within him, burning through his heart and loins. He does not hear the gypsy girl's approach when she comes, padding on unshod feet like a jungle cat. She touches him lightly upon the arm, breathes his name with that husky voice, softer than he'd ever heard it before.
"Claude..."He is upon her almost immediately, robes billowing, reaching out to grasp her shoulders, devouring her with hungry eyes. Esmeralda does not fight, does not attempt to flee. He reluctantly slackens his grip ( ... )
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Part Two
They say we can love who we trust
But what is love without lust?
Two hearts with accurate devotions
And what are feelings without emotions?
Esmeralda smirks, her tongue darting from between ruby lips to savour the last of his seed. She straddles him, tracing the jagged lines of his body as he shudders beneath her, wanting her again.
"I have another gift for you."
"That does not answer my question, Esmeralda. And besides..." Frollo is himself once more, bold and proud, "There is nothing else I want. There is nothing else you could offer me to surpass this..."
He twists her dusky nipples with a dark chuckle. Esmeralda throws back her head, impaling herself upon his cock in one fluid motion, rolling her hips and sighing as he reaches up to draw his fingertips across her face, her throat, her breasts. He can't stop touching her, looking at her, wanting her, even when he is inside of her, even now when she belongs to him. She undulates, fluttering like a mare in heat as he ( ... )
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