Re: The Hunchback of Notre Dame
anonymous
August 19 2012, 05:43:59 UTC
She was There. The gypsy girl danced in front of him, the very sight of his most forbidden desires. Thin red cloth was veiling all of her face except the vivid green eyes, but Frollo knew it was her. Esmeralda. Raven hair fell in curls down to her breasts and silk revealed all of her body’s curves as she moved, eyes fastened on to him.
The gypsy was dancing for him. He knew it. His fantasy had culminated into reality. Something thick seemed to stick in Frollo’s throat as he approached Esmeralda, ready to rip the red silk away from her body. God seemed far away from this place.
The gypsy girl lightly stepped around him, just out of reach, mischief gleaming in her eyes. The soles of her feet pattered softly across the floor as she twirled around him with a coy smile. She drew closer to him, and snaked her thin, violet sash around his wrists. Her grinned widened as he let himself be led by her dancing form, backing into a bed, the fabric light as a wisp against his hands. He stared at her, mystified, as her quick fingers tied him to the head of the frame. Her eyes were luminous in the dim light, and she captured his feet in another scarf she drew from her skirts.
Every action in this place seemed slow, dreamlike and peaceful, but apprehension crept within him, now. She said nothing to appease him, and instead continued spinning around the bed he was tied to, now with whisper-quick touches to his body. Her fingers glanced across his chest, through his hair, up his thigh, as she skipped around him, merry, but none of the touches lingered. The soft cloth of her skirts stroked across his side, her hair dipped to tease his stomach, but it was always for only a hair-breadth of a moment before she teased herself away.
Frustration built within him, and he was almost close to begging, when, with one last twirl, she finally sprang onto the bed, holding herself above him. She grinned with mirth as she felt his hardness on her hip, and let her hands linger downwards.
And then, with one hand stroking his erection, she drew into her skirt, pulled out a dagger, and stabbed him in the side.
A harsh, guttural scream tore from his throat as the pain pierced into him. The Thing That Was Esmeralda But Not just grinned wider, and dragged the tip of the knife down to his hip, blood pooling around the shallow cut. She let it trail over his cock, a teasing promise, but instead moved to an inch from her first cut and followed it down again and again as he howled.
Esmeralda spoke, but her voice was not of a woman’s. It was deep and resounding, seeming to surround him from every angle as she smiled once again, wild and wicked.
Re: The Hunchback of Notre DamedisneykinkloverJune 16 2013, 22:57:47 UTC
That was so fantastic that I am utterly speechless... As afterandalasia said, you have an absolutely marvelous way with words. If you don't mind telling me, do you have other works here? I am near begging... I'd love to read more by you!
Re: The Hunchback of Notre DamedisneykinkloverJune 16 2013, 22:59:16 UTC
I am near speechless, this is too amazing. I agree with afterandalasia, unf, and you do have an absolutely marvelous way with words. If you don't mind me asking, do you have other works posted here? I would highly enjoy reading more of your works.
Re: The Hunchback of Notre Dame
anonymous
June 17 2013, 17:56:32 UTC
Thank you so much! I'm incredibly flattered *blushes*
I have several things posted here, enough that I've forgotten half of what I've filled! The quality of my writing is pretty inconsistent, but here are a few that are a bit similar, creepy-wise:
The gypsy was dancing for him. He knew it. His fantasy had culminated into reality. Something thick seemed to stick in Frollo’s throat as he approached Esmeralda, ready to rip the red silk away from her body. God seemed far away from this place.
The gypsy girl lightly stepped around him, just out of reach, mischief gleaming in her eyes. The soles of her feet pattered softly across the floor as she twirled around him with a coy smile. She drew closer to him, and snaked her thin, violet sash around his wrists. Her grinned widened as he let himself be led by her dancing form, backing into a bed, the fabric light as a wisp against his hands. He stared at her, mystified, as her quick fingers tied him to the head of the frame. Her eyes were luminous in the dim light, and she captured his feet in another scarf she drew from her skirts.
Every action in this place seemed slow, dreamlike and peaceful, but apprehension crept within him, now. She said nothing to appease him, and instead continued spinning around the bed he was tied to, now with whisper-quick touches to his body. Her fingers glanced across his chest, through his hair, up his thigh, as she skipped around him, merry, but none of the touches lingered. The soft cloth of her skirts stroked across his side, her hair dipped to tease his stomach, but it was always for only a hair-breadth of a moment before she teased herself away.
Frustration built within him, and he was almost close to begging, when, with one last twirl, she finally sprang onto the bed, holding herself above him. She grinned with mirth as she felt his hardness on her hip, and let her hands linger downwards.
And then, with one hand stroking his erection, she drew into her skirt, pulled out a dagger, and stabbed him in the side.
A harsh, guttural scream tore from his throat as the pain pierced into him. The Thing That Was Esmeralda But Not just grinned wider, and dragged the tip of the knife down to his hip, blood pooling around the shallow cut. She let it trail over his cock, a teasing promise, but instead moved to an inch from her first cut and followed it down again and again as he howled.
Esmeralda spoke, but her voice was not of a woman’s. It was deep and resounding, seeming to surround him from every angle as she smiled once again, wild and wicked.
Welcome to Hell.
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I have several things posted here, enough that I've forgotten half of what I've filled! The quality of my writing is pretty inconsistent, but here are a few that are a bit similar, creepy-wise:
http://disney-kink.livejournal.com/361.html?thread=962409
http://disney-kink.livejournal.com/4400.html?thread=3176496#t3176496
http://disney-kink.livejournal.com/9516.html?thread=5402412#t5402412
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