The sound of her footsteps echoing all around her, Esmeralda went forwards, approaching the nave of the cathedral. She was probably signing her own death warrant by walking in here… But did she really have a choice? Her people were despised, attacked, and even more so every day that was passing by. So, she had one last chance to save them, and this supposed to go through this… No matter how dangerous this was.
Taking a deep breath, the gypsy stopped to look at the huge Cross of Jesus above her. All she wanted was to turn around and run out of here, as quickly as she could. Not because of the location, it made no difference to her. But more because of who she came to see, here…
The Archdeacon Claude Frollo.
A man that inspired nothing but disgust and horror to her. He was evil, mean, and maleficent. Esmeralda liked to think no one was truly a lost cause, but that man? She had trouble believe that there was still hope for him.
– I hope for you that the All-Mighty will not consider your presence here as an affront, said a hoarse voice. Because I might.
Collecting every little piece of strength she had inside of her, Esmeralda slowly turned around to face her interlocutor. He was standing there, in that religious outfit he always seemed to wear, staring at her. She hated that look : it always seemed to her that those eyes could see through her, no matter how protected she could be against it.
– I’m sure He will understand that I have no other choice.
– What are you doing here?
She paused for a second, before making a little step toward him. To try and appeal to his better nature, maybe? Did he even have one?
– My people are in great danger. I want to ask for your help.
– My help? Have you lost your mind, witch?
– No, I have not. No matter what I think about you, you are a man of influence, here. If you could just… Show some benevolence to us, I am sure more will follow. Us gypsies are no threat to you, or to anyone. We cry with the same tears, shiver to the same gales, smile for the same things. All we want is to live in peace, in harmony. I’m sure a man of faith like yourself can only wish for this… Isn’t it your beloved God that extol for loving everyone just the same?
– Save your speech, Gypsy. You won’t get a tear out of me with them.
He made a few steps forward, still not breaking the eye contact. Just last night, he had fallen asleep by letting the thoughts of Esmeralda guiding his dreams. Her raven hair cascading all along her back, her caramel-coloured skin, her red lips… He was crazy about her, no matter how hard he was trying to deny it. He was burning with the desire to slip a hand under her rainbow-coloured petticoat, to feel the softness of her skin, the warmth of her body…
Stop.
He had to collect himself and send this witch of a woman on her way before giving in to this burning desire she provoked. He could not let himself be bewitched that easily, or she would win.
– And there is no way that I would do what you ask. You people are cockroaches, and if you cannot be saved, you have to disappear. So that we, good Christians, are not sucked up in your heresy.
Esmeralda took a deep breath, her hand gently stroking her left arm. A comforting gesture, that she hoped would help her not getting upset because of those horrible words. Did he really believe what he just said? Or did he just repeated what has been put into his brain for years, like so many others? Maybe both…
– That is to say, we could find an arrangement.
Surprised, and again, the word was weak, Esmeralda raised her head, looking into his eyes. Was he serious? Did he really just say that?
– An arrangement? she repeated, expecting him to be more specific.
Frollo himself was not exactly sure of what he was doing. This sentence just came out of his mouth without him really knowing about it. Unconsciously.
And again, as he was watching himself acting from outside of his body, he saw himself making a few steps toward Esmeralda, walking around her. She did not move, her eyes simply following him as they could. That lost look in her eyes… He enjoyed seeing it probably way more than a man of faith like himself must.
– There is something that I have been wanting for quite some time now… Something you can provide me with.
– What is that?
Standing behind her, Esmeralda could not see him, just hear his voice. And that latter, hoarse and calm, echoed inside her brain when he answered.
– The contemplation of a woman’s naked corporeal envelope.
Her… body?
The gypsy stayed silent, incapable of saying anything.
How? And why?!
This man was a religious one, a servant of the Christ himself. And he was driven by some… trite carnal desires?
– Are you out of your mind? she asked, turning around to face him.
That was her error. Because by turning around, she saw her eyes, and how lustful they looked. He looked… terrifying, and a shiver went down her spine instantly.
– You want to save your people, don’t you Esmeralda?
Hearing her name in his mouth made her even more disgusted. It seemed… perverse, when he was saying it.
– Then get undressed.
He was serious. She could see it on his face…
And she was having a hard time believing the fact that she was actually considering giving him just was he wished for.
– And… if I do?
– Well, if you satisfy me, I’ll make sure your people get tolerated a bit longer. It won’t last forever but it’ll give you enough time to figure out the next steps of your… petty lives.
Frollo could not believe that he was actually considering compromising his integrity and values for such a prize. But more than an archdeacon, he was a man… A man that had been denied the pleasures of the flesh for so long now. And even though the woman in front of him was a gypsy, she was also divine… And he wanted to see more of her body, without any barriers, and for that, he was ready to do pretty much anything.
Even better, Esmeralda did not really have a choice. He was her only shot, and they both knew it.
Slowly, she took off her white top, keeping it in her hands, not really knowing where to put it. Frollo’s heart skipped a beat when he saw those breasts : the gypsy didn’t even wear a bra, so they were exposed to his view. Rounds and pointing breasts, just in front of his eyes. Like an electric shock, the archdeacon’s heart propelled burning blood all over his body.
He wanted more, so much more.
– The petticoat.
Swallowing her saliva with difficulty, Esmeralda complied. All was left on her body was her underwear, still hiding the most intimate part of the latter. Slowly, she watched Frollo approaching, unsure of what to do : should she step backwards? Stay where she was standing?
Her decision was taken when she felt his hand brush against her hip. In an instant, she jumped, moving away from his reach.
– Come back here, witch. You said it yourself, I am a man of influence. One word from me and your people get executed at dawn.
She knew he was right. She knew it and that is why she finally made the steps toward him, until his hand could touch his body again. Esmeralda shivered, closing her eyes to try and feel less disgusting by the sensation. At that moment, she realised that hatred could reach heights she never considered : because she hated him, his touch, and how much perfidious he was.
She opened her eyes again when she felt something against her nipple. And it was not a finger, that was for sure : it was humid, moist.
A tongue.
The archdeacon’s tongue, titillating and licking one of her nipples. And it was responding to it, unaware of that touch being an aggression, something Esmeralda did not actually want.
– Stop it, she murmured, trying to push him away.
Frollo’s arm wrapped itself around her pelvis, pulling her body closer to his own, enough for the two to be pressed against one another. He looked like a rabid animal, not wanting to let her go for anything in the world.
In a split second, Esmeralda found herself turned around, and her back met with the archdeacon’s front. She could already feel a bulge against her ass, and this provoked a sensation of terror in her body : he was going to go through with it, wasn’t he?
His hands grabbed her breasts, playing with it. Esmeralda felt his breath in her ear, getting faster and faster as he massaged her breasts. One of his hands went on the fabric covering her mound, but not for long as he ripped it off. The gypsy let out a little scream of surprise, trying to put a hand on it to cover it to Frollo’s view, but he took his wrist in his hand and pressed so hard on it that a bruise would surely form in a few hours. In any case, he won that battle : she let her hand being pulled away from that area, and being put on that bulge she felt earlier. Following Frollo’s movements, that hand caressed it for a while, making that bulge getting bigger and bigger by the minute.
But as suddenly as before, he grabbed her hair, pulling her by it until she sat in one of the cathedral’s benches.
– Do it.
Esmeralda stayed still, looking into his eyes. Could he really want her to… Yes, of course he did. With one hand, the gypsy started to rub against her intimacy, feeling the good sensations starting to reveal themselves to her. Couldn’t bear to see his face no more, she closed her eyes, but Frollo reacted immediately to this decision of her.
– No, no, no, open your eyes.
– Please… she tried to negotiate, but in vain.
– Look. At me.
How could she? Bear his gaze on her as she was sitting in front of him, one finger inside of her slit?
She still opened her gaze, forcing herself to do as he asked, and saw that he slipped one hand underneath his robe. She couldn’t see it, but she knew what he was doing, considering the motion she could detect, and it disgusted her even more. He was enjoying this, he was getting off at the idea of coercing her into exposing herself to him, doing something that should have remained closed and opaque affairs.
Thoughtlessly, Esmeralda had fastened the pace of her finger going back and forth in her slit, and the pleasure was kicking in. Her nipples were as hard as a rock, so much that it started to hurt a little. It was a natural reaction, because of the motion of her finger, but she knew that she would eventually reach her climax at some point. And even though she did not want to cum in front of him… The brunette started to feel the overcoming of that physical need to have the orgasm she felt building inside of her. To get the liberation it would bring…
Panting, her eyes locked with Frollo’s, she saw him walking toward her and lean forward. His face were now just a few centimetres from Esmeralda’s, so close that he could see all the details in her pupils.
Along with that spark of lust that she was trying to hide…
In a second, her hand was pushed aside, and his finger took the place of her own in her mound. He went so fast inside of her that her pleasure rose in spike, helped with the abundance of intimate juices coming out of her.
But just at the moment of she would have felt that liberation, just when she would have orgasmed, that finger slipped away. He pulled it out from her…
– Oh no, you don’t get to cum just yet. This show is for me, not for you, remember?
His hand moved the robe away, exposing his hard member to her view. Esmeralda gasped. It was… huge. There was no other word to describe it. A big, large, long cock. If it would have been anyone else’s…
Taking advantage of her surprise, Frollo shoved it in her mouth, while his other hand went to gather her raven hair in his grip, forcing her to do that oral caress one should reserve for their own true love. And it felt just… amazing. Her lips all around his member, the humidity of her mouth, the motion back and forth, everything was just perfect.
Again, and again, her mouth went on his cock, faster as Frollo decided of the pace she should adopt. That treatment got the best of him eventually, and large, long jets of semen filled Esmeralda’s throat. She had to swallow a lot of it, considering how firm the archdeacon’s grip was on the back of her neck. When he finally released her, she coughed some semen onto the floor, staining it with white drops.
– Ok… So, you will advocate in our favour, now, right?
– Because you really think we’re down here?
Esmeralda looked back up to him. She could not believe her ears : how was that not enough? She just made him cum, she satisfied his perverse desires, and he was not done?
– Are you serious? she asked, standing up to face him.
The anger was filling her entire body, even making her forget how… naked, she was.
– You are a horrible, horrible man, Frollo! I can understand why you picked that profession. Your ugly and mean persona would have never allowed you to get laid, with any woman. So much that you had to coerce me to get a glimpse of what that could be! she let out in rage.
That was a very bad move, but she couldn’t have known beforehand. The archdeacon’s hand fell down on her cheek, smacking it so hard that Esmeralda fell to the ground of the cathedral. Her head knocked on the latter, making it spin.
She was so dizzy that she barely heard the sound of clothes falling on the ground behind her. And soon… The sensation of something rubbing against her vaginal lips.
– No, no, stop…
– Oh trust me, Frollo answered in a hoarse voice that gave her another shiver all along her spine. Once I’m started, you won’t want me to stop anymore.
And just like that, he slipped the tip of his cock inside her mound. With a thrust of the hips, he inserted it even further, taking a scream out of her. And this time, it was more because of the pain : Frollo’s cock was so big that it seemed to her like it was stretching her insides out.
– Shut up, you witch, he ordered while putting a hand on her mouth. We wouldn’t want to alert everyone of what’s going on in here, now, would we?
Looking down, the archdeacon observed with delectation the view of his member being inside Esmeralda’s mound. He could feel the tip of his cock touching the limits of the latter, and he had hardly put in half of it.
Not even waiting for Esmeralda’s pain to fade a bit, Frollo started to thrust, using the hand he still had on her mouth to help him push his cock inside. It felt so good that he had to close his eyes to focus better on that sensation so new to him and delightful. How could he have deprived himself of this for so long? Of being inside the warm and welcoming vagina of a woman?
Again, and again, he thrusted inside of her, having the impression that if felt better every time. He had almost forgotten about Esmeralda actually being here — it was more of the hole he was fucking — until something made him open his eyes again.
Was it… a moan, he just heard?
– Well, well… Look who’s enjoying this after all.
– I… Am… Not!
No matter was she was saying, it was hard to deny. Esmeralda was panting, sweating, and her mound was producing more juices than ever.
– This is… outrageous! You’re toying with me as if I were a mouse in your paws.
– And you are loving it, he answered, accompanying each syllabus getting out of his mouth with a harder thrust.
This time, Esmeralda could not repress those moans of pleasure anymore. Even if she hated the man giving it to her, even if she did not want at all to feel this way, that cock was giving her so much pleasure that she stopped fighting. She just let Frollo do what he wanted with her, and enjoyed it : the cock in her pussy, the hand on her breasts, the sound of his balls banging against her ass… Losing a bit of her mind, she even started to suck Frollo’s finger, from the hand that has been grabbing her chin. She did not want him to stop anymore.
But all good things had to come to an end… Even the good things one did not see coming at first.
The archdeacon felt he was going to orgasm soon, but he could not risk doing it inside of her, no matter how much he wanted to. He did not want to take the risk of getting her impregnated… or denying this intercourse ever took place would be much harder. So, grabbing her hair, he had Esmeralda turn over, and projected his semen all over her face and its surroundings.
– Very good, he commented, putting his robe back on.
The gypsy looked at him, speechless. She was still on the ground, sperm all over her, a vision that felt great to Frollo’s perverse mind.
– So… Now…
– Now what?
– We had a deal, Archdeacon.
– Did we? he simply answered before turning around and walking away.
Esmeralda could not believe it. She got duped, not once, but twice! Frollo had taken everything he wanted from her, and she would not even get what he promised her in return.
But after all, who was more to blame? The one who lies or the one who believes it?