Elements: Earth little_elfieNovember 4 2014, 02:32:37 UTC
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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.
Frollo struggled to his feet, joints creaking, but the screen shifted back into place, the occupants of the other compartment giggling as he cursed them. Then...footsteps outside, just beyond the velvet curtain. He drew back into the corner, heart pounding as they, the sisters, slipped inside to join him. Two of them, both visions of delight and depravity. The gypsy witch, subject of his most lurid dreams, and one of her disciples. She was sin itself, with flashing green eyes and ebony curls and...oh, a body so luscious that Herod would have gifted the head of John the Baptist to her, spurning Salomé. Esmeralda. Her companion was equally as lovely, possessing a earthy allure to match Esmeralda's fiery beauty. Belle, a tender morsel with pink lips and honey-brown eyes...
"It is time, m'lord," Esmeralda murmured, her voice husky, raw with desire, "It is time for your final lesson."
"No," Frollo managed to rasp, "Not here. I will not allow you to defile the sanctity of this holy place."
Esmeralda chuckled, "There is only one holy place, Claude Frollo. Here..." She turned to lift Belle's skirts, revealing slender legs and...oh! Esmeralda dipped her fingers into Belle's core, smiling as her companion moaned and writhed, "Here it is, between her thighs. The holiest place in the world. A woman's cunt. Come, worship with us."
He could not resist. They had some strange power over his treacherous flesh. Esmeralda parted his robes, exposing him, his manhood growing before her eyes. Belle came forward, blushing prettily. She turned away from him, her creamy buttocks quivering, poised over his lap. Esmeralda reached between them to guide Frollo's cock into Belle's damp slit, pushing Belle down onto him until he was fully sheathed, buried to the balls...
Oh Lord, the heat of her!
She was clenching him, milking his cock with whatever strange muscles women possess, sighing and trembling atop him. Frollo's eyes rolled back, he grabbed her hips with both hands, thrusting up into that glorious feeling, again and again. Esmeralda knelt before them, kissing Belle's throat and breasts. She peered at Frollo over Belle's shoulder, smiling serenely as he spent himself with a strangled cry.
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?"
Frollo nodded, unable to speak as Esmeralda relaxed beneath him, her passage yielding, yawning open, and engulfed his entire length. He closed his eyes, seeing stars as the tension in his loins uncoiled and he slammed forward, hearing her gasp and grunt in surprise. He stopped abruptly, concerned.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No...no, go on," Esmeralda's voice was hoarse, "Please, go on."
"A little pain is good sometimes," Belle whispered, her breath warm and sweet against his ear, "Go on."
He unleashed himself upon her with wild abandon. Somewhere, somewhere in the hazy mists of lust, Belle took his hand and guided it beneath Esmeralda, pressing his fingers between her legs. He ran his fingers through her coarse curls, stroking her cunt until she screamed and he lost control, spilling deep into her bowels.
Afterwards, dozing with the two goddesses in his arms, Frollo felt like he had conquered the world. He was mighty, all powerful, a man who made women tremble and moan and reveal the sweet secrets of their bodies for him alone. Esmeralda and Belle smiled, giggling as his chest swelled with pride beneath their hands. They too were victorious, for they had conquered the indomitable Claude Frollo. They would enjoy playing with their toy, sharing him with their sisters, teaching him to give and take pleasure.
Re: Elements: Fire afterandalasiaNovember 22 2014, 20:22:18 UTC
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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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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.
Frollo struggled to his feet, joints creaking, but the screen shifted back into place, the occupants of the other compartment giggling as he cursed them. Then...footsteps outside, just beyond the velvet curtain. He drew back into the corner, heart pounding as they, the sisters, slipped inside to join him. Two of them, both visions of delight and depravity. The gypsy witch, subject of his most lurid dreams, and one of her disciples. She was sin itself, with flashing green eyes and ebony curls and...oh, a body so luscious that Herod would have gifted the head of John the Baptist to her, spurning Salomé. Esmeralda. Her companion was equally as lovely, possessing a earthy allure to match Esmeralda's fiery beauty. Belle, a tender morsel with pink lips and honey-brown eyes...
"It is time, m'lord," Esmeralda murmured, her voice husky, raw with desire, "It is time for your final lesson."
"No," Frollo managed to rasp, "Not here. I will not allow you to defile the sanctity of this holy place."
Esmeralda chuckled, "There is only one holy place, Claude Frollo. Here..." She turned to lift Belle's skirts, revealing slender legs and...oh! Esmeralda dipped her fingers into Belle's core, smiling as her companion moaned and writhed, "Here it is, between her thighs. The holiest place in the world. A woman's cunt. Come, worship with us."
He could not resist. They had some strange power over his treacherous flesh. Esmeralda parted his robes, exposing him, his manhood growing before her eyes. Belle came forward, blushing prettily. She turned away from him, her creamy buttocks quivering, poised over his lap. Esmeralda reached between them to guide Frollo's cock into Belle's damp slit, pushing Belle down onto him until he was fully sheathed, buried to the balls...
Oh Lord, the heat of her!
She was clenching him, milking his cock with whatever strange muscles women possess, sighing and trembling atop him. Frollo's eyes rolled back, he grabbed her hips with both hands, thrusting up into that glorious feeling, again and again. Esmeralda knelt before them, kissing Belle's throat and breasts. She peered at Frollo over Belle's shoulder, smiling serenely as he spent himself with a strangled cry.
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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?"
Frollo nodded, unable to speak as Esmeralda relaxed beneath him, her passage yielding, yawning open, and engulfed his entire length. He closed his eyes, seeing stars as the tension in his loins uncoiled and he slammed forward, hearing her gasp and grunt in surprise. He stopped abruptly, concerned.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No...no, go on," Esmeralda's voice was hoarse, "Please, go on."
"A little pain is good sometimes," Belle whispered, her breath warm and sweet against his ear, "Go on."
He unleashed himself upon her with wild abandon. Somewhere, somewhere in the hazy mists of lust, Belle took his hand and guided it beneath Esmeralda, pressing his fingers between her legs. He ran his fingers through her coarse curls, stroking her cunt until she screamed and he lost control, spilling deep into her bowels.
Afterwards, dozing with the two goddesses in his arms, Frollo felt like he had conquered the world. He was mighty, all powerful, a man who made women tremble and moan and reveal the sweet secrets of their bodies for him alone. Esmeralda and Belle smiled, giggling as his chest swelled with pride beneath their hands. They too were victorious, for they had conquered the indomitable Claude Frollo. They would enjoy playing with their toy, sharing him with their sisters, teaching him to give and take pleasure.
He belonged to them, now and forever.
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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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