"She will be mine or she will burn." -- Esmerelda chooses the first option, much to Frollo's glee. But in reality she's only waiting until the wedding night to enact her revenge.
I'm thinking death, but it's up to the writer. Doesn't have to have any smut.
Wedded Bliss - Part Two afterandalasiaMay 6 2011, 22:48:53 UTC
Esmeralda sits on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs back and forth in an attempt to distract herself from the feeling of unease and anxiety building steadily within her. It seems like an eternity has passed since she shed her wedding finery in favour of the flimsy chemise she is now wearing but there is still no sign of Frollo - it is clear that this delay is yet another cruel trick of his, undoubtedly intended to unnerve and undermine her
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Re: Wedded Bliss - Part Two afterandalasiaMay 7 2011, 10:10:30 UTC
Eeee, I actually made a little delighted squealing sound when I saw that this had been filled. I love your Esmerelda, the fight in her. (And your taste in music. Having 'Marry Me' play in my head made this super-awesome; have you seen the Disney MEP for it? Sadly no Frollo/Esmerelda, but generally awesome.)
Back on topic... oh man, this is just awesome. The build-up, the characterisation, the descriptions. Wonderful!
Wedded Bliss - Part ThreeafterandalasiaMay 7 2011, 17:19:11 UTC
The Judge kneels on the bed beside his bride, wearing nothing more than an infuriating smirk as he plucks impatiently at the sheer fabric of her peignoir with his spindly fingers. Esmeralda clenches her teeth, resisting the urge to shrink from his loathsome touch, but manages to mask her revulsion behind a mysterious half-smile
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Wedded Bliss - Part Four afterandalasiaMay 17 2011, 14:59:12 UTC
The fire is slowly dying, surrendering to those ever-present, resentful shadows which linger in the far corners of the chamber, and, as she swallows her reluctance and takes her husband’s cock in her mouth, Esmeralda rejoices in the strange, soothing miracle of darkness. She is grateful for this small mercy for it means that, although she cannot escape Frollo’s fumbling hands or the hoarse moans echoing around the room, at least she is spared the sight of his smirking face, twisted with sordid ecstasy and triumph
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Re: Wedded Bliss - Part Four afterandalasiaMay 18 2011, 14:25:16 UTC
Aiya, how did I miss this update? I love the combination of digust and hotness, the beauty of the scene and of Esmerelda set against Frollo and the dub-con-y overtones. This is wonderfully sinister, anon, and I'm so sorry it took me so long to review. Your work is wonderful!
Re: Wedded Bliss - Part Four afterandalasiaMay 18 2011, 20:58:32 UTC
Hey, glad you're enjoying this as much as I am and hopefully I will get the next part up as soon as possible. Hey, don't worry about it - we've all got lives an commitments outside of this site! *hug*
Wedded Bliss - Part FiveafterandalasiaMay 30 2011, 17:41:24 UTC
The gypsy girl writhes and moans in ecstasy, imagining a golden haired sun-god adorning her dusky skin with divine kisses as the Minister's thin, pale fingers bite into her shoulders. Frollo grunts in response, his tongue lingering at the corner of his mouth as he pulls out of her warm, quivering flesh before slowly pushing back in. Encouraged by her rapturous cries, he repeats this action, wincing slightly as she runs her nails down his back and arches against him
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Wedded Bliss - Part Six afterandalasiaMay 31 2011, 00:06:09 UTC
His smug words, spoken in such a revoltingly possessive tone of voice, infuriate Esmeralda. Her eyes snap open, glowing with a intense blaze that could easily have rivalled the flames with which her husband had once engulfed Paris with in his crazed search for her. She smiles and twines her brown arms around Frollo's neck, drawing him further into her embrace like a deadly serpent.
It is time...Frollo surrenders wholeheartedly to the gypsy girl's pliant form, groaning as she grips his shoulders and wraps her legs around his waist, taking him deeper into her slippery core. He pauses, raising himself up so that he can gaze down at the beautiful creature beneath him, and closes his eyes as a familiar pang of lust strikes at the sight of her flushed cheeks and tangled curls
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"She will be mine or she will burn." -- Esmerelda chooses the first option, much to Frollo's glee. But in reality she's only waiting until the wedding night to enact her revenge.
I'm thinking death, but it's up to the writer. Doesn't have to have any smut.
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It is time...Frollo surrenders wholeheartedly to the gypsy girl's pliant form, groaning as she grips his shoulders and wraps her legs around his waist, taking him deeper into her slippery core. He pauses, raising himself up so that he can gaze down at the beautiful creature beneath him, and closes his eyes as a familiar pang of lust strikes at the sight of her flushed cheeks and tangled curls ( ... )
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