Hunchback of Notre Dame - Character of choice/Frollo, coercion
So there are tons of prompts for Frollo getting dubcontiems on with a character ... but I'm curious to see it the other way around. Give me any character - prince, princess, from HOTN or not (though Phoebus might be fun) seducing Frollo or otherwise getting him to put his scruples aside. Have fun! Just make sure Frollo is the passive/recieving party plz.
Elementslittle_elfieSeptember 4 2012, 23:24:17 UTC
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’Louder than sirens Louder than bells Sweeter than Heaven And hotter than Hell...’
There were four of them.
Four women, four goddesses, four pairs of eyes watching from the shadows of Notre Dame and the dark corners of the city. Watching him, always watching.
Claude Frollo had never seen such eyes before; brilliant eyes, gleaming with desire. The emotions he saw raging in the depths of their gaze seemed so alien to him...and yet so familiar that he ached with longing at the mere sight of them. Anger and envy and lust swirled within him, a constant ebb and flow of feelings he thought had been extinguished long ago.
The gypsy witch and her disciples dogged his steps, disappearing like wily street-cats each time he tried to catch them at their game. A husky whisper, a giggle, the jingle of a tambourine...and then they would be gone, leaving behind only the echo of light footsteps and that maddening ache in his loins. Writhing and sweating, the Minister chased them into his dreams, clawing at himself in desperation as
( ... )
Elements: Airlittle_elfieSeptember 5 2012, 00:25:48 UTC
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Air
He surrendered slowly, the cloak of his virtue falling away piece by piece until only the barest vestige remained, draped in shreds around his shoulders.
Fleeing the stench of the city on horseback after a particularly horrendous day, the Minister dismounted in a woodland clearing, where the soil yielded beneath his boots and the trees whispered their ancient song above his head.
He was not alone.
The girl was dancing, pale skin and flaxen curls shimmering in the waning sunlight. Her tiny feet lightly skimmed the ground, almost as though she was dancing on air. The Minister’s breath caught in his throat as she turned violet eyes upon him and smiled. Aurora, she dubbed herself, and it was a fitting name for one so fair
( ... )
Elements: Waterlittle_elfieSeptember 5 2012, 01:53:25 UTC
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WaterAn uneventful week passed before the next lesson and those seven days were almost enough to persuade the Minister that the woodland encounter had been a dream. An unusually sweet dream, yes, but still nothing but the pathetic fantasies of an old man
( ... )
Elements: Earth little_elfieNovember 4 2014, 02:32:37 UTC
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Earth
Another week passed without event and the Minister grew restless, anxiety building within him as he awaited the next lesson. He was afraid of what would come next, of Aurora and Ariel and their sisters, afraid of his own excitement and impatience as he waited for a sign, watched for those eyes in the shadows of Paris. Ashamed, he found himself drawn to Notre Dame, seeking peace and succour in the great cathedral as he had so often in the past.
It was late, almost midnight, when Frollo finally escaped his duties and entered the confessional, crossing himself and kneeling upon the cool marble.
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned."
Nothing. No answer from the priest.
The lattice screen quivered, sliding aside to reveal those eyes, two pairs this time, green and brown, gazing down at him
( ... )
Elements: Fire little_elfieNovember 4 2014, 02:38:23 UTC
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Fire
They left him to recover, playing with each other for his delight until he was hard again and eager to join in. Belle slicked her own fingers with his seed and slid them into the cleft between Esmeralda's buttocks, probing gently at the hole there until it winked open, pink and puckered.
"I didn't know this was possible," Frollo murmured, head swimming as Belle palmed his cock, pressing the head into Esmeralda's tight opening, "I never imagined, never even dreamed"Oh, it's possible," Belle replied brightly, "And so pleasurable, don't you think
( ... )
Re: Elements: Fire afterandalasiaNovember 22 2014, 20:22:18 UTC
Flailing incoherently, be back shortly.
Oh maaaaaan, I remember reading the start of this and finding it unbearably hot to begin with. So glad to see the ending (and somehow I guessed that it would be those two!). Frollo kept captive by those four... it has its appeal...
So there are tons of prompts for Frollo getting dubcontiems on with a character ... but I'm curious to see it the other way around. Give me any character - prince, princess, from HOTN or not (though Phoebus might be fun) seducing Frollo or otherwise getting him to put his scruples aside. Have fun! Just make sure Frollo is the passive/recieving party plz.
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We'll see how it turns out when I'm done.
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’Louder than sirens
Louder than bells
Sweeter than Heaven
And hotter than Hell...’
There were four of them.
Four women, four goddesses, four pairs of eyes watching from the shadows of Notre Dame and the dark corners of the city. Watching him, always watching.
Claude Frollo had never seen such eyes before; brilliant eyes, gleaming with desire. The emotions he saw raging in the depths of their gaze seemed so alien to him...and yet so familiar that he ached with longing at the mere sight of them. Anger and envy and lust swirled within him, a constant ebb and flow of feelings he thought had been extinguished long ago.
The gypsy witch and her disciples dogged his steps, disappearing like wily street-cats each time he tried to catch them at their game. A husky whisper, a giggle, the jingle of a tambourine...and then they would be gone, leaving behind only the echo of light footsteps and that maddening ache in his loins. Writhing and sweating, the Minister chased them into his dreams, clawing at himself in desperation as ( ... )
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Air
He surrendered slowly, the cloak of his virtue falling away piece by piece until only the barest vestige remained, draped in shreds around his shoulders.
Fleeing the stench of the city on horseback after a particularly horrendous day, the Minister dismounted in a woodland clearing, where the soil yielded beneath his boots and the trees whispered their ancient song above his head.
He was not alone.
The girl was dancing, pale skin and flaxen curls shimmering in the waning sunlight. Her tiny feet lightly skimmed the ground, almost as though she was dancing on air. The Minister’s breath caught in his throat as she turned violet eyes upon him and smiled. Aurora, she dubbed herself, and it was a fitting name for one so fair ( ... )
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WaterAn uneventful week passed before the next lesson and those seven days were almost enough to persuade the Minister that the woodland encounter had been a dream. An unusually sweet dream, yes, but still nothing but the pathetic fantasies of an old man ( ... )
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Earth
Another week passed without event and the Minister grew restless, anxiety building within him as he awaited the next lesson. He was afraid of what would come next, of Aurora and Ariel and their sisters, afraid of his own excitement and impatience as he waited for a sign, watched for those eyes in the shadows of Paris. Ashamed, he found himself drawn to Notre Dame, seeking peace and succour in the great cathedral as he had so often in the past.
It was late, almost midnight, when Frollo finally escaped his duties and entered the confessional, crossing himself and kneeling upon the cool marble.
"Bless me Father, for I have sinned."
Nothing. No answer from the priest.
The lattice screen quivered, sliding aside to reveal those eyes, two pairs this time, green and brown, gazing down at him ( ... )
Reply
Fire
They left him to recover, playing with each other for his delight until he was hard again and eager to join in. Belle slicked her own fingers with his seed and slid them into the cleft between Esmeralda's buttocks, probing gently at the hole there until it winked open, pink and puckered.
"I didn't know this was possible," Frollo murmured, head swimming as Belle palmed his cock, pressing the head into Esmeralda's tight opening, "I never imagined, never even dreamed"Oh, it's possible," Belle replied brightly, "And so pleasurable, don't you think ( ... )
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Oh maaaaaan, I remember reading the start of this and finding it unbearably hot to begin with. So glad to see the ending (and somehow I guessed that it would be those two!). Frollo kept captive by those four... it has its appeal...
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