Frollo - HoNDxreachtheskyxApril 4 2011, 09:55:31 UTC
I need more Frollo. The way he is torn between his lust for Esmeralda and his strong will to be a holy man is just amazing. So please, Frollo and Esmeralda. Non-con. It can be either him or her initiating it. Whatever works! Hell, it could just be about Frollo. The message here is MOAR FROLLO.
Wicked - Part 1/3xreachtheskyxApril 11 2011, 20:52:30 UTC
Esmeralda had no way of knowing exactly how much time had elapsed since the raid on the Court of Miracles but it was certain that, with each passing moment, dawn approached and soon the sun would rise over Paris, bathing the city in a golden glow.
A new day.
Her last day.
The gypsy girl repressed a shudder at the thought that her last hours would be spent alone in the dank cell she had been unceremoniously hurled into. She had no idea what had become of her dear friends - she wondered if they were all in the same predicament as she was, with similar thoughts running through their heads. Maybe they were being beaten or tortured or...
Or perhaps they were already dead.
"There'll be a little bonfire in the square tomorrow and you're all invited to attend..."
Claude Frollo's words echoed around her aching skull, his voice dripping with venom and, or so she imagined, a touch of dark humour. Oh, that man - that demon - was evil personified and Esmeralda tore at the hem of her skirt as she pictured him smirking down at her, daring
( ... )
Wicked - Part 2/3xreachtheskyxApril 11 2011, 21:50:03 UTC
The click of the key in the lock sounded almost as loud as the toll of Notre Dame's bells to Esmeralda as she backed away from her persecutor, desperately to bolster what little courage remained within her.
Frollo's thin lips twitched as he stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate. She was afraid of him, that much was obvious, but too stubborn to allow her fear to manifest itself - lesser beings would have cowered before him, begging for mercy but not her!
It amused Frollo. Amused and enraged him, that this mere slip of a girl would dare stand before him thus, her emerald eyes blazing in the darkness, jaw jutting out in defiance of him - just as she had at that accursed Festival.
So beautiful..."Show some humility, witch!" Frollo managed to bark, his spindly fingers curling into tight fists as she tossed her head in response, "Such arrogance is most unbecoming - even for a creature as foul and unclean as you
( ... )
Wicked - Part 3/3xreachtheskyxApril 11 2011, 23:21:17 UTC
Esmeralda's bare calves scraped against the wall behind her as she tried to escape Frollo's cruel, biting fingers. His hands were everywhere, tracing the lines of her face and neck, cupping her breasts, roaming the naked flesh beneath her ragged skirt
( ... )
So please, Frollo and Esmeralda. Non-con. It can be either him or her initiating it. Whatever works!
Hell, it could just be about Frollo. The message here is MOAR FROLLO.
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A new day.
Her last day.
The gypsy girl repressed a shudder at the thought that her last hours would be spent alone in the dank cell she had been unceremoniously hurled into. She had no idea what had become of her dear friends - she wondered if they were all in the same predicament as she was, with similar thoughts running through their heads. Maybe they were being beaten or tortured or...
Or perhaps they were already dead.
"There'll be a little bonfire in the square tomorrow and you're all invited to attend..."
Claude Frollo's words echoed around her aching skull, his voice dripping with venom and, or so she imagined, a touch of dark humour. Oh, that man - that demon - was evil personified and Esmeralda tore at the hem of her skirt as she pictured him smirking down at her, daring ( ... )
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Frollo's thin lips twitched as he stepped forward, his movements slow and deliberate. She was afraid of him, that much was obvious, but too stubborn to allow her fear to manifest itself - lesser beings would have cowered before him, begging for mercy but not her!
It amused Frollo. Amused and enraged him, that this mere slip of a girl would dare stand before him thus, her emerald eyes blazing in the darkness, jaw jutting out in defiance of him - just as she had at that accursed Festival.
So beautiful..."Show some humility, witch!" Frollo managed to bark, his spindly fingers curling into tight fists as she tossed her head in response, "Such arrogance is most unbecoming - even for a creature as foul and unclean as you ( ... )
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I LOVE YOU ANON
FOREVER
JUSDHFUISDFHUIWERHWUIEHUIWHFJSDHFKSJ <3
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Think of anything you want! I like surprises :D
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