"If I didn't know any better, I'd swear I had a towering influence over you, Priest." A swerving, feminine voice whispered out of the shadows of the library. Claude Frollo immediately turned to inspect where said voice might be coming from. His servant, Janvier, was certainly not playing any pranks on him, was she?
He heard the slight shuffling of feet behind a bookcase and called out in a rather irate tone to the dark recesses from whence the sounds came from, "Janvier, it seems you have some time on your hands, hmm, time to be playing practical jokes? I could find something useful for you to, if that's the case."
Upon hearing her name uttered from her master's mouth from the library, Janvier scurried into the library from the hall where she was sweeping. He seemed angry and she didn't want to prolong his wrath. With timid footsteps and trembling voice, she entered and asked, "Yes, Master? What is it that you needed?"
Frollo did a double take as Janvier entered the library. The voice from behind the shelves now seemed to be coming from just above the hearth. "For an educated man, you certainly are dense, priest." Both Frollo's steely eyes and Janvier's green ones looked up to see what appeared to be a woman sitting crossed legged on the mantle. Striking coal colored eyes ignited with embers met their glances. The latter glancing of the strange woman seemed to be in complete observation of the servant girl, Janvier. The woman's darkly painted lips curled into a smirk before she spoke again, "Although, I really must say, you have exceptional taste." The woman then leapt from her spot on the mantel and landed by the girl to further observe her. A well-manicured hand grasped the girl's chin with firm gentleness to give her a closer look over. "Such a P.Y.T." She was about to continue as Frollo interrupted, "Who are you and how did you get into my house?"
The woman seemed to be affronted by the question, "You don't recognize me, priest boy?" Her eyes peaked downward at her form as she let out a giggle, "Whoopsies! The last time you saw me, I had a more male form. It is I, your old friend, Mesistophelese!" She swooped over to the sitting judge and placed her hands delicately on his shoulders. Claude tensed from the touch. She leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Did you miss me?" Her elegant hands worked along his neck and shoulders.
The servant girl seemed to be struck with a deer caught in the headlights look while observing these two. This woman was so bold to just get that close to him. Did she not see the foreboding temperament that welled up in him if he was crossed? As his eyes cut into slits, Janvier could see he was half way between that bliss he felt upon release after a session and derision. Or was it more of a matter of she did know it, but did she care? Almost as if she had a power that was greater than his. Mesis dragged her nails across along his jaw line and hissed a little, "I asked you a question..." as the judge inhaled sharply. Trying to keep his resolve, he muttered, "no..." but it was obvious he had mixed feelings on the matter. The other worldly woman gave a triumphant chuckle and graced the top of his head with a burning kiss. Then her attentions turned back to the unsure girl across from them in the library.
A leer lit up the woman's face as she began circling the girl like a vulture. "I think I could continue to commend you for your taste, priest. Such a beautiful little minx. No wonder she's probably covered from head to toe in your cum." With a graceful draw of her hand, Mesis had it gently wrapped around Janvier's throat feeling the rising pulse beneath. She then leaned in to ravish a kiss on the girl's lips, idly pressing her tongue inside. Frollo took this in and was now having a troublesome time trying to keep his arousal in check from where he sat.
The soft moans eliciting from that little witch's voice from the devil's kiss sent shivers down his spine. He watched as black tendrils grew from the stone floor at the devil woman's behest, ripping away Janvier's clothing and wrapping around her arms, legs and curves of her body, holding her in place as Mesis sensually roamed her lips and hands over the girl's body. The tendrils balanced Janvier in the air, but it was Mesis' fingers that manipulated her like a puppet. How wantonly she was whimpering at each touch and regression that drew her to seek out said touch once again. Frollo knew exactly what that touch entailed, but to see it played out on display strummed his voyeuristic nature like a harp. He shifted in his seat, causing a loud creak of the wood. That impish face of the woman quickly turned in his direction with a sly grin and kneeling in a catlike position. Her voluptuous curves being amplified in the pose while relished in kissing and biting along the inside of Janvier's milky white thighs.
Janvier couldn't believe the sensations this woman was sending through her body. And then, that forked tongue delved to the sweet spot causing a heated light to wash over her vision and all inhibition for her voice was lost as she rode the wave of this rollercoaster upward, writhing and crying out. That volcanic heat of the mouth enveloping her clitoris in suction as that tongue then pushed into her and twirled around. She was almost certain to explode. Mesistophelese then backed away and patted those succulent netherlips with a furious rhythm before summoning the tendrils to flip the girl over. "My, she's receptive!" And her hand cupped right under the girl's chin possessively as she urged her on, running her other hand along the the glistening crevice below.
Dom Claude was flustered, as the hedonistic display went on. Jealousy at what was his being molded by another, trying to remain shameful for piety's sake, but the hellish fire in his blood throbbed tauntingly to his groin as he sweated profusely into his robes. Just then a rush of wind blew through the cloister at the whim of this puckish demon. It caused the fire to flicker and for Frollo's robes to fly up. She then seared off her top, showing her own ample breasts in the flickering firelight and raised that heated finger to summon him to her side. And he obliged, like a dog being called to his master's side. She then pressed him into her bosom, as he began suckling as if instinct had taken over. Kyrie Elieson! He thought to himself as he indulged in stroking himself and diving headlong into eating this forbidden fruit. Perhaps even letting a bit of spite allowed him to bite down along the nipple, causing the succubus before him to arch a bit and let out a lusty moan. She sped up her urging hands on the little witch's body, provoking her to mewl and buck uncontrollably. There was something about this siren's touch that made it impossible to stay inhibited. Neither did it take long for him to be flooded over into climax after that. Mesis then snapped her fingers for the tendrils to disappear before laying back, bringing the two heads close to her chest to cradle and stroke her fingers through their matted hair in the afterglow.