Dat Plot: During a rough mission killing off swarms of heartless, Dajex's mind is flooded with the memories of her past. Her life as Jade was kept hidden deep within her conscience, and after using her Limit Break for the first time, all the painful memories of her Somebody life resurfaced. Too exhausted to check in with the Organization, Dajex falls on the stairs of the Palace of Justice. She wakes to the voices of Captain Phoebus and Judge Claude Frollo, the minister she meet just a few days before on a previous mission. (he gave her bread, and food ='s I will do anything for you, in Dajex's mind).
That's the basic summery. Prior events will be presented in the comic, but all the sexual themes will be restricted to story form only. Pretty much just written for Frollo fans wanting an underappreciated character to be appreciated more ;).
Dajex fell into a lurid daze. A sensation of emptiness swelled into her core. Since she became a Nobody, the girl filled her emotionless void with the lustful advances of Organization members. Over time, she numbed the sting of being an empty shell and created the alternate persona of her former self. Becoming Dajex enabled her to bury her memories and allowed her to forget what she had turned into. Now that her memories resurfaced, the throbbing aches of nothingness retuned, and Dajex was unprepared to handle such an overwhelming sensation. Being a Nobody was a fate worse then death. Death is rewarded with retribution or salvation. Becoming a Nobody yields an existence created from nothing, to exist in nothing, and never cease to be nothing.
Dajex lay upon the cold, stone stairs, gazing at the night sky. The chilling night breeze caressed her worn skin, as she analyzed her forgotten memories. It didn't bother her that she couldn't feel emotions. It was that she couldn't remember what to feel. She remembered the pain inflicted when she died and the warmth of her blood spilling from her wound. However, she couldn't remember how she felt about her death, and that is what was tearing her mind to shreds. Was she sad? Did she regret? All these questioned plagued her weary mind as she drifted off into nothingness.
The girl awoke to the sound of footsteps, unaware that she was still alive. Her eyes fluttered open to a man in shining gold armor above her. His sandy blonde hair matched his outfit and danced in the radiant, mysterious, moonlight Paris bathed in.
"Are you alright," the god-like figure questioned.
Dajex opened her mouth weakly but no words came to her tongue. Her body wouldn't move like she wanted, and she struggled to sit up. The man placed his hand on her back, trying to support her. Dajex attempted to stand, but was stopped by a stinging pain rocketing throughout her body. She fell back into the man's arms, cringing and twitching from her aches.
"Captain Phoebus, bring this woman into the palace," a familiar voice commanded. Dajex turned her head to see Judge Frollo standing over her as well. Captain Phoebus followed the man's orders and gently lifted Dajex from the ground.
"You'll be alright," he assured, carrying her inside the intimidating bastion.
Torches lined the walls, creating an ominous aura about the stronghold. Phoebus led the small brigade through the maze, waiting for Frollo's instructions. Dajex lay limp in the captain's arms, drowning in pain.
Frollo trailed behind the two, stalking like a hungry predator. Phoebus noticed his animal-like motions and whispered to Dajex.
"Don't worry my lady. I won't allow this man to harm you."
Dajex was confused by Phoebus's empty vow. Frollo had never done anything to harm her; he was actually quite kind to the girl. Why would he choose now? She was wounded and unable to make any hasty motions. The idea clicked in her head soon after.
"Take her to the guest chamber, Captain. I will be there in a moment to dress her wounds," Frollo slyly commanded. A thin smirk formed on his face.
"Yes sir," Phoebus reluctantly replied.
As Frollo disappeared down a corridor, Phoebus continued his warning.
"Listen Dajex, Frollo isn't the minister he claims to be. He's ruthless. He'll take what her wants from you, and I know it can't be anything good."
They arrived at a wooden door near the back of the eerie hallway. Phoebus pushed it open with his shoulder and stumbled into the accommodation. The captain strolled over to a bed and gently placed Dajex on the soft mattress. The pain from her wounds once again resurfaced as she attempted to find a comfortable position. Phoebus heard her gauche whimpers and sat next to her.
"Frollo will come tend to your injuries in a few moments. When he does, I'll leave the room and wait in the hallway. If he does anything to you with malicious intent, call for me and I'll-," but he was cut short.
"Look, Phoebus, I understand what you're trying to do, but I can handle myself just fine," Dajex protested, still denying an elderly man could overpower her. Dajex wasn't the strongest Organization member, but she was positive she could handle a man of Frollo's age. The only image plaguing her mind was if she really wanted to fight off Frollo.
"Handle yourself? Look at you, you're a mess," the captain joked, stroking her forehead. "What happened to you anyway?"
"I would like to know that answer as well," Frollo interrupted. His malevolent voice cut through the darkness. He sneered at Phoebus, eyes burning with envy. The judge was to be the only one taking care of her tonight. Phoebus clumsily stood on his feet, trying to cover his flirtatious advances.
Dajex noticed a lone candle and a dishpan in the minister's boney hands. A rag draped over his arm. He placed the items on a wooden table opposite the bed, glared evilly at the captain, and spoke.
"That will be all Captain. You are dismissed."
Phoebus immediately locked his eyes on Dajex. He was worried for the girl's safety but followed his orders to not cause suspicion. Frollo was quick to notice the silent exchange and already had a plan in waiting. As Phoebus exited the room, Frollo quickly followed behind. He pulled a key out of his robes and locked the door. Phoebus heard the click, and his heart skipped a beat. Dajex was trapped in the chamber, and there was nothing he could do to save her.
Frollo swiftly turned around, tucking the key back in his robes. Dajex stared into the lonely candle Frollo brought with him, watching the flames dance in the darkness. Blood ran down from a cut on her cheek, and the minister fantasized about licking to drop off her skin. He cleared his throat to regain his composure.
Frollo moved from the door and reached towards the dishpan. He picked up the cloth and dipped it in the warm water he gathered. Dajex was rubbing at her numb wrists. She felt a shift on the bed and turned to face Frollo who sat a few inches over.
Before she could object, Frollo took the cloth and gently cleansed her cheek. He wiped the residual blood off her face before pressing the heated rag on the cut. Dajex shifted her eyes away, looking at the candle across the room. Something about that candle haunted her soul. The flames licked at the air around it, consuming the darkness and glowing every brighter. The heat radiating off the small flame seemed intensify. She suddenly felt trapped.
"Something wrong," Frollo inquired while he ran the hot towel down her neck. He sinfully imagined clutching her by the throat, shoving her down onto the mattress and forcibly taking her. His fingers lightly grazed her neck. Oh, how he appreciated a woman with delicate skin.
"It's nothing," she responded, quietly turning her attention back to the fire.
"Then why are you so entranced by the flames?"
She knew why, she just wished not to answer. Like Hell, she felt like she was in Hell. After escaping the murderous onslaught of what seemed like a thousand heartless, Dajex resurfaced with a new sensation in her body. It burned, it ached and it sweltered with the sting of Hell. Dajex knew she had to think of something quickly. She couldn't hide the fact that her body was covered in scratches and bruises without the minister growing distrustful. In this day and age, she could be alleged of bloodletting witchcraft in the minister's sunken eyes and that would grant her a one-way ticket.
"Thieves," she whispered. "It was thieves that did this to me."
Before Frollo could reply, Dajex once again felt a twinge in her side. She doubled over, forcing a loud scream back down her throat. Frollo placed his hand on her shoulder, preventing the woman from falling to the floor. After a few moments, the pain subsided. Dajex sat back up with a tired look about her face. The two sat in silence for a moment until Frollo cut through the shadows with his smooth, commanding voice.
"Lift your blouse," he hissed, "I must tend to those injuries immediately."
Frollo glided from the bed and dipped the washcloth in the warm water. Dajex stalked his motions, sensing his barbarian intentions. She could smell the sweat dripping down the minister's pale neck and heard his overwrought pulse. He longed for her, this much she knew. Phoebus's warning was not so farfetched. Still, she was wounded and without any care, she may not survive the night. If there was one fact of life Dajex cared for, it was survival. Frollo sat back down next to her, anxiously waiting for the girl to undress.
Dajex raised her shirt, exposing the battered skin beneath. Her flesh was red, tender and bruised from her battle. Frollo gawked in a heated trance as he eyed the girl's uncovered body. He shook with nervous excitement for he anticipated rubbing his worn hands across her delicate, tattered figure.
Frollo retrieved the washcloth and cleansed her skin of malice. The warm rag ran across Dajex torn skin, burning her tender flesh. She refrained from showing any physical signs of pain, however. Though the cloth burned her wounds, the heat calmed her nerves, and her anxiety melted away. She relaxed after a few moments, and let Frollo gently massage her battered body. A few stray drops trickled down her side and tickled her sensitive skin.
Frollo crept closer to the girl's frail and broken form. He had planned to take her while she was resting, but the willingness she currently presented made it worth the wait. He was unsure if she really wanted him to fondle her flesh, but unlike his other victims, she had not a hint of suspicion or resistance to his slow advances. Dajex appeared as if she wanted him to touch her, and Frollo was happy to adhere to these desires. He noticed a few drops of water trail down her back and watched them run across her flawed skin. He thumbed away at the trickles, making direct contact to bare flesh. In his trance, Frollo nicked a tender region on Dajex's fragile body, causing her to cringe from the sudden sharp pain. Up until that moment, she had been guiltily enjoying the judge's light strokes.
"My apologies," Frollo spoke with a heavy tone. He placed his hand on the wound he agitated and affectionately coddled the afflicted area.
Dajex turned her head to reply, but became hastily absorbed in the minister's fiery stare. His eyes dug into her feeble conscience, igniting a forgotten feeling in the Nobody; a feeling named desire. Until that moment, Dajex suffered the throbbing ache of oblivion all Nobodies harbored. However, Frollo's dominant nature tugged at her emptiness. A chill raced down her spine as a guilty thought danced in her mind. The void she has was once filled with sexual desires of a man with no heart. What could a man with a heart do to her? Frollo could feel emotion and maybe her could fill her, figuratively speaking of course.
"It's fine, really," Dajex replied meekly. Her face showed signs of naive confusion, and Frollo deemed this as his opportunity. He gingerly placed his hand under her chin, forcing the girl to gaze at his hypnotic eyes.
"There is no need to hide your demons from me, Dajex. As a man of God and the church, it is my duty to aid the children of our Lord," Frollo lied as he pulled her closer.
Dajex used her freshly resurfaced memory to recall the feeling of desperation. This would be her guide to Frollo's heart. Her lips quivered and her brow furrowed as she attempted to mimic the emotion.
"Frollo, for once in my life I feel empty. I feel void of the emotions I used to hold dear. My very essence is," she paused. "…numb. It's as if I'm an empty shell, and I just want to feel something real." Such a truthful statement caught the woman off guard. Her honesty with the man was odd, for she had never been candid about how she felt being a Nobody. Her revealing statement also took Frollo aback. He was unaware that Dajex was so at war with herself. It was perfect.
Frollo swiftly forced the girl onto his lap. He gripped her arms to restrict her movement and held both firmly behind her back with one of his stronger hands. The other hand covered Dajex's mouth, thwarting any attempt of calling for a knight in shining armor. The judge would be her only savior this evening and, if she screamed, it would only be for him.
"Then let me purge you body of this emptiness," he whispered.
Frollo forced the girls head over, revealing her succulent neck. Dajex struggled against his vice grip, and Frollo smirked at her pathetic attempts of escape. He always wanted a woman with a bit of defiance in her. He pressed his nose into her skin, spoiling himself in her enthralling fragrance. His lips traced the nape of her neck, creating an unexpected reaction. Frollo felt Dajex relax the more her rubbed her skin. Small moans formed in her throat as he kissed her. He was unsure if she was trying to deceive him by playing along, or if she was truly enjoying his advances. He slid his hand down to her throat and lightly grasped her neck. His metal rings stung her flesh.
"Why aren't you screaming for help? I'm sure a beautiful woman like you has a lover somewhere who could save you," he taunted.
"He's dead," she submissively replied. "You're the first man to show me any kindness since his death."
"Kindness," he scoffed. She believed this was kindness? He was violating her, yet she had made no real attempt of escaping. He let go of her arms, still having a firm hold on her neck, curious to see her reaction. Dajex rubbed her sore wrists, sitting contently in his lap.
"You're not escaping," Frollo questioned. Dajex shook her head.
"I only struggled because you were hurting me. The…thieves grabbed at my wrists so that area is tender," she confessed.
The cold hand slid away from Dajex's throat and she turned her head. Even while sitting on his lap, Frollo loomed over her. She felt insignificant in his dominating presence. Frollo's icy stare was broken; he was shocked the girl had no intention of fleeing. He felt alarmed, confused, and apprehensive of her devious actions. Dajex noticed the wary expression on Frollo's face.
"I know this must come as a shock. Well, probably more then a shock, but I want this," Dajex admitted, leaning back into his chest. "It's been so long since I've felt the warmth of another man and I – ," she was cut off. Frollo held her throat firmly and forcibly turned her head, giving him full access to her willing body. A light tingling sensation sparked where his lips tread. Dajex moaned softly, enjoying the sensation. Hearing this encouragement, Frollo licked across her collarbone, enjoying the taste of his willing partner. The girl clawed at his thigh, bracing for more of his soft touches.
Frollo trailed up her neck, sucking and nipping as he went. He wrapped his arms around Dajex, pulling her closer to his heated body. Dajex turned around in his embrace and vigorously kiss his aged lips. She never believed she would taste another man sweeter than Marluxia.
Frollo sat awkwardly. Many years had past thorough his tyrannical reign of Paris, and never had a woman advanced upon him. The judge felt embarrassingly inexperienced with a lady so open and forward about her desires; he was caught off-guard by her ascendancy.
Frollo followed the woman's lead and kissed back. He placed his hand on the back of her head, pulling Dajex closer, and deepening the sensation. He entangled his fingers in her soft hair and lost himself in her kiss. After a few heated moments, Dajex forcibly pulled away. A worried expression adorned her face as she stared fearfully at the man before her.
Frollo sat in a dazed stupor, confused by her sudden withdrawal. He hoped she hadn't come to her senses and plotted escape. His loins ached with burning aspiration, and he didn't want that feeling to abruptly leave along with her.
"What's the matter?" he questioned, concerned he disillusioned his woman. He held her hair tighter incase she decided to leave. Instead, Dajex pressed her head under Frollo's chin and hugged him. She wanted to cry, yet she felt no sadness. She wanted to scream violently, but no words could aid her. All the emotions she once knew no longer existed in her body so she listened to the heart of one with the gift of emotions. The dull resonance beating reassured her decision. He was the one who would help her forget.
Dajex submersed herself in his heat, and Frollo draped his arms around her. Having such a comforting sensation was almost foreign to her, and she responded to the gesture by kissing him again. She repositioned her to straddle his hips and rubbed against him. Frollo tightened his arms around her waist and stroked her back rhythmically. He purred as Dajex pushed against his forming erection.
The woman licked at the lips of her savior, begging for passage to his mouth. Frollo willingly complied, allowing the girl to play with his tongue. Dajex savored the red wine on his breath and indulged her senses in the intoxicating flavor. Craving for more, she wrapped her arms around his neck. The more time past, the more forced her actions became. She pushed Frollo down onto the feathered mattress, gripped his wrists, and held them still on either side of his body. Dajex straddled his hips and thrust her tongue deeper into his mouth, claiming the new territory. Saliva dripped from their lustful connection.
The girl's body worked on autopilot, and she was mentally unaware of her dominant actions. Instinct had overtaken reason, and Dajex let the thrilling sensation dictate her body's actions. Her body hungered for passion and burned with desire.
Though not accustom to a woman taking charge, Frollo sickly enjoyed the girl's governing assault on his body. It was pleasant to be hunted, wanted, and sought after.
Dajex let go of his wrists to partially undress. She lifted off her undershirt and replaced her uncovered chest atop his black robes. She kissed his furrowed neck and indulged in his scent. Charcoal and smoke, a strange fragrance for a human.
Frollo's pants constricted his arousal causing his groin to ache. He grunted at the pain of his throbbing member. The woman was doing her job excruciatingly well. He was thrilled to have found such an enticing specimen. How he longed to feel her bare skin under his hands, and how he yearned to be inside her. So warm, so soft and so eloquent. His member throbbed again.
Dajex pulled away from his restless body, feeling the change in his heartbeat. The rhythm was fast, almost sporadic, and she knew he was about to explode with immodest frustration. She cupped his face and smiled wickedly.
"Sit up," she commanded.
Frollo willingly followed orders and sat on the edge of the mattress. He was sweating from Dajex's vigorous stimulation.
Dajex slid off his lap and knelt on the floor. Frollo watched her curiously, unsure of her plans. Slowly, Dajex slipped her hands under his robe, stroking the inside of his thighs. Frollo let out a satisfied breath.
"Dajex," he spoke, winded and exhausted.
Dajex lifted his robes to expose a pulsating bulge in the Judge's groin. Frollo removed the woven obstacle and sat with nothing left but his pants. Dajex took the liberty of removing the last article, exposing the minister's burning member. Frollo curiously examined the girl's playful expression, excited and nervous of what was to come. She raised her eyes to meet his and presented a devilish grin. She rested her hand on the base of his member and parted her lips.
"Forgive me father, for I have sinned," she cooed as she licked the underside of his shaft. Frollo threw his head back in rapture, not expecting such a pleasurable experience. As Dajex reached the tip of his head she spoke again.
"I accuse myself of the following sins."
She took her lips and sucked on his head. Frollo tightly gripped the sheets beneath his hands. His heart raced with a fervent unsteadiness.
"Wrath…" she moaned while clawing at Frollo's thighs.
"…sloth…" she groaned as she slowly licked his member.
"…lust…" she purred, staring directly into his clouded gaze.
"… and gluttony."
With that, the Amalgam swallowed Frollo's throbbing erection, sucking with all the force as she could gather. Frollo grabbed the back of her head, forcing himself deeper inside her cavern. His shallow breathing turned into deep heaves and grunts. He never before had experienced such unholy pleasure.
"Faster," he begged with a tense, weighty moan.
Dajex obeyed his wishes. She used her tongue to lick any sensitive area she could get to. He was hard, hot and heavy. She toggled her head rapidly, changing angles and positions to engulf him entirely. She admitted he was much better then she had envisioned. A man of this age would be out of his youthful stallion years, but Frollo still had a decent look about him. The appeal mattered not to the Nobody, however. She wanted him no matter what.
The Judge was close to reaching his peak, but Dajex was not willing to let him go just yet. She wanted to have a little more fun with him before she switched dominance roles. The woman withdrew her mouth, panting and sweating from her hard work. Frollo's hands were too shaky to reposition her head. Not like it mattered, for his was too spellbound to think straight. He looked down at Dajex with a puzzled expression.
"Not yet," she answered. "I want to make this last."
With that notion in mind, Dajex pushed Frollo's body down onto the mattress, allowing her full access to his blazing member. She was still panting and let every warm, shallow breath run across the tip. She tenaciously clawed at him hips, drawing blood, and causing Frollo to growl in a pleasurable agony. She smiled, for she had forgotten how delicate humans were. Dajex pressed her bare chest into his erection, crawling towards the fresh wounds she inflicted. Licking the blood off of his tender skin, she teased him, rubbing her wet body across his pulsing rod. Frollo jerked his head back. His forehead glistened with a thin layer of sweat, and his entire body was stiff and stationary. He was at the mercy of Dajex and mortified about letting woman control him so easily. He would have to redeem himself, eventually.
The Amalgam slid back on her knees to examine Frollo's subdued body. No ropes, no chains, no rags, yet she had him completely immobilized. Her attention was absorbed by his erection, and her playfulness took over. She slowly slid him back into her mouth, gently sucking his member. He earned a reward after her violent, forceful, trials.
Frollo twisted his head side to side. His eyes were welded shut and his lips too weary to control. With each bit of pressure, each soft lick, and each nip, another foreign sound escaped his lips. He gripped the bed sheets once again. This time he would be relieved of his sins.
Dajex kept her leisurely pace. Slow and steady is all she allowed her minister, for the outcome would be much more satisfying. She smiled when she felt him reaching his peak, but stayed focused on her tempo. Frollo threw his head back into the mattress, unable to take anymore of her energetic assault. A licentious howl was followed by an intense burst of pleasure pulsing throughout his being. His body relaxed after a few moments, and he let bliss fully overtake him.
Dajex pulled her mouth away and swallowed Frollo's emissions. She sat back on her bottom and let Frollo recover. By the sheer amount, she knew it had been a long time. Dajex moved onto the edge of the mattress to process her dominant actions. She was never the type to take control of any situation. The sudden mental change would have scared her, if she could feel fear.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Frollo's breathing. She turned her attention to the judge who was still in the heat of his release. Dajex smiled, quite proud of the outcome, regardless of how strange the whole situation was.
Candlelight flickered in the dimly lit guest chamber. Thunder rumbled outside and caused the old stained glass windows dully rattle. She looked at the window with a surprised stare. Dajex was so absorbed in her work, she hadn't noticed it was storming. Rain pattered against the colored glass and she closed her eyes. The light smell the moist gravel filled her nose, and it made her wonder if anyone was looking for her. Rhae or Axel should have been on her trail by now, but with the rain, she was unsure if they'd be able to track her. Not like she was in a hurry to leave, she just wanted to know of they would try to find her against Saix's orders.
Frollo opened his eyes. The woman was still there with him, as beautiful as ever. Her body glowed with a mysterious golden radiance from the candlelight. Flickers of flames reflected off her dark-brown eyes. She was like an angel sent from the Lord, here to reward him for his services to the Church and Paris. He saw the intense expression upon her face and wondered what was troubling the poor girl. His attention turned to the bruises that adorned her skin. He reached out towards one on her waist and rubbed his hand across it, attempting to reach her clouded mind.
"Dajex," he whispered softly.
Dajex shifted her attention to the man opposite her. She lay down next to him and nuzzled her head into his neck. He would be her only comfort for the evening. Frollo wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her delicate skin. Her battered body felt like silk beneath his fingertips. He kissed her forehead tenderly, trying to give her as much consolation as he could. Though cruel to those who didn't obey his laws, Frollo had a compassionate side about him. He wanted to love but was never given the opportunity. Due to his status, he couldn't advance upon a woman, no matter how much he longed for her. Yet now he was given the chance to show his empathy. He could embrace her, feel her, and care for her. All he ever wanted in his dark and lonely life he now held in his arms.
Raindrops tapped softly on the window and the thunder subsided. Dajex kissed lightly at Frollo's neck, trailing up towards his lips. She shifted up to meet his eyes, kissed his nose and pressed her forehead against his. A whimper sounded from her throat, begging Frollo to play upon her actions. He complied, and softly kissed her cheek before moving to her mouth.
That kiss, though less heated, was much more passionate. Their lips meet rhythmic and calm, slightly sucking and nipping each other. Frollo tangled his fingers in Dajex's thick hair, stroking the back of her head. Dajex pressed against his bare chest and tightened the gap between their heated bodies. She felt her arousal build in her core, but she hesitated to direct Frollo's attention. The kiss was more then enough to satisfy her cravings, at least for a few more moments.
Frollo's hands trailed down her back, across hips and up towards her breasts. He gently rubbed over them before returning to her neck, though Dajex wished he had stayed. Her tolerance level was running drastically low, and she wanted him to please her. Her thighs quivered eagerly, and her patience grew thin. With a tender tug, Dajex pulled Frollo over her, staying locked on his lips.
The judge trailed his tongue down Dajex's neck. He sucked just below her jaw, making Dajex squirm. Unrenowned to Frollo, Dajex's neck was hypersensitive. Anything as light as a kiss or as hard as a bite would appease her sexual desires. Her legs rubbed together as a pleasurable ache in her stomach formed. Her thighs dripped with unfulfilled wanting. Frollo traveled down further, treating himself to sweet taste of her skin. Female was a rare luxury for men his age, and he wanted to enjoy every bit of her.
He stopped licking above her breast to look at his treasure. Her eyes were shut, and her head turned to the side. Her lips were slightly parted and a light panting sound exited the orifice. Frollo decided to tease her and kissed at her stomach. A disapproving growl sounded from Dajex's throat. The minister smiled, content with her displeasure. He atoned to his mistake by gently cupping her breasts. A satisfied whimper followed.
He was calm at first, only fondling lightly. As his erection began to form yet again, his touches became coarse. He pinched at her nipples making them hard from arousal. He lowered his mouth to suck and rolled his tongue across the ridged platform. Frollo held the other between his fingers, fiercely groping her skin. The judge would alternate between the two, giving each one just the right amount of attention. Eventually, Frollo slid his hand down to her waist, tugging at her pants. He shimmed them off her, leaving only her lacey underwear between him and his prize. He slid his fingers between her legs. She was warm and wet with arousal.
Frollo rubbed his fingers against the thin cloth while he sucked at her breast. Dajex reared her hips against him, begging for him to continue.
"Frollo," she moaned, quivering with delight. A dark and perverse idea crossed the old man's mind. What if he tormented her in the same manor she did him? He bit at her sensitive skin while grinning with a toothy ambitious countenance. The thought of Dajex begging him to alleviate her mischievous desires fueled his sullied ambitions. Frollo glided off the bed and held the girl's hips firmly against the mattress. Dajex sat up, confused as to what the judge was planning.
"Frollo?" She questioned meekly, turning her attention the minister below.
The judge grasped the top of her underwear with his teeth and slowly guided the fabric off her. Just the sight of him made Dajex squirm with lusty anticipation. He dropped the last bit of her clothing on the floor and leisurely spread the girl's shaky legs. Dajex hyperventilated with excitement and tensed her body, preparing for the Judge's delightful assault. Frollo, however, wanted her to relax, for the experience would be much more pleasurable if she did. He massaged her hips and kissed her thighs, waiting for the right moment to delve inside her. Dajex settled down from his tender touches and ran her fingers through his hair. Frollo took his chance while she was captivated and slithered his tongue across her delicate flower.
Dajex's entire body went stiff, and she begged him to continue. Pleased by her reaction, Frollo licked again, tasting her sweet juices. She grabbed the roots of his hair and pushed him deeper into her. He and flicked his tongue about wildly, making the girl to gasp uncontrollably. She was dripping wet and Frollo was determined to fully immerse himself in the elixir.
The thunder rumbled louder outside, and the rain hissed as it tumbled from the sky. Dajex felt pleasure build from Frollo's actions and her body trembled. A tight swelling in her center combined with a throbbing sensation in her thighs made her skin crawl with satisfaction. She lay back on the mattress, granting Frollo full access to her flower. She bit at her lip as he quickened his tempo, trying not to scream loudly.
As much as he wanted to savor her taste, Frollo's member was growing ever firm from his actions, and he wanted to feel inside her. He flicked his tongue across her bud, causing Dajex to arch her back. She gasped again, and Frollo continued sucking the area dry.
Dajex could barley contain herself. She bucked against Frollo's tight grip, wanting him to go faster, harder, and deeper. Tightly grasping the sheets beneath her, she howled fervently.
"Frollo, please, oh God, no, yes," she implored.
Frollo suddenly pulled his tongue away from her and kissed at her stomach. Before she could react, Frollo seized her wrists and locked them firmly above her head. Dajex was extremely frustrated and struggled against his grasp. She was on edge and needed relief.
"Why?" she questioned, almost tearing from sheer irritation. Frollo licked his lips and answered.
"Because I want this to last," he mocked and continued kissing her restrained body.
Dajex thrashed against him, begging for him to give her a reprieve. She couldn't handle this type of torture, for her mind was drained from her heated battle with the Heartless. All she wanted was for Frollo to satisfy her body, and help her forget the past few hours. This unbearable torment was not in her plans.
Frollo grinned at the woman's feeble struggling. He was glad that she wanted him so badly. Another wicked thought crossed his mind as he watched her squirm. He recalled a few scriptures from the holy book and lectured his captive.
"You have heard that it was said, 'you shall not commit adultery'," Frollo quoted. "But I say to you that everyone who looks at a woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in his heart."
Frollo kissed at her bare skin yet again, savoring the sweet taste of her aggravated flesh.
"If your right eye causes you to sin, tear it out and throw it away. For it is better that you lose one of your members than your whole body be thrown into Hell."
Frollo pressed against his prisoner. His free hand traced her curves, memorizing the smooth pathway with his fingertips. He stopped momentarily when he reached her thighs to continue his sermon.
"And if your right hand causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away. For it is better that you lose one of your members than that you whole body goes to hell."
With that, Frollo slipped his long fingers inside of his woman. She was better then he had imagined, tepid and taut. He was surprised she wasn't a virgin. Dajex gasped and yelped, not expecting him to please her in such an immodest manor. Not like she was complaining, just startled.
His fingers slowly slid in and out of her, pushing deeper with every stroke. Dajex rocked her hips against his motions, gasping out of satisfaction. She cared not how Frollo chose to please her, just as long as he did.
Frollo kissed her lips while he slightly quicken his pace. He let go of her wrists, and Dajex wrapped her arms around his neck. She moaned into the kiss as her arousal built further. Frollo pushed deeper, rubbing his thumb across her clit. Dajex threw her head back with a breathless heave. She eventually caught her breath and beseeched for the judge's leniency. She dug her nails into Frollo's back, drawing his blood again. A warm sensation overtook her body and she bayed with the fervent sound of happiness. Her muscles trembled as the pleasure washed through her being, and the resurfaced memories of her past melted into the heated delight.
Frollo removed his fingers and gazed upon his ward. She only grew more beautiful with her perverse wishes granted. Her demeanor was innocent and childish. The woman's eyes were sealed shut, and her skin glistened in the dim candlelight. Frollo kissed her forehead before shifting off of her enchanted form. The judge ran his fingers through her soft hair as she recovered.
Dajex sat back up as the pleasure subsided. Frollo moved next to her and massaged her shoulders. His hands slyly reallocated to her arms, and he kissed at her neck. Dajex, on the other hand, was tired of playing games with the minister. She shifted out of his grasp and pushed herself fully onto the bed. Lying back onto the soft, feathered pillows, she waited for Frollo's move.
The judge crawled towards Dajex, animalistic and voracious. He kissed her legs, stomach and neck as he climbed on top of her. He lowered his chest and kissed her lips before positioning himself between her legs. Dajex braced her hands against his firm shoulders, waiting for him to push inside her. Slowly, Frollo entered his woman's delicate flower. They moaned in unison as the barrier was breached.
Dajex kissed her minister as he pushed his member further inside of her. With every inch a new sensation built in their conjoined bodies. The woman felt better then Frollo predicted, and she was all for him and him alone. He pushed further inside her and delighted in the stiff, gripping sensation around his shaft.
Frollo slowly rocked his hips, gently pumping inside his captive. Dajex egged him on with amorous bites and licks on his neck. She rocked her hips with the older man, enjoying the placidity of their motions. Dajex let her minister have his way, allowing him to set the pace, and enjoy what had to have been his first sexual experience in ages.
She was wonderful; soft, tight and absolutely perfect with him. Frollo watched her tender actions. All that existed around her was he, and he was proud to have such a focused woman. He loved the way she provoked his actions, and how meek and helpless she acted with him. He cherished the beautiful expressions that danced upon her serene face. His heart pounded wildly as he pushed deeper inside her.
Dajex bit her lip as pure pleasure overtook her body. She moaned and whimpered as he quickened his pace. Their heated bodies pressed against one another igniting a deeper, fiery sensation between the two. Frollo buried his head into Dajex's neck while he attempted to press further inside his partner. The woman could feel her instincts taking over yet again, and she demanded more from the judge. With a quick and forceful shove, Dajex pushed the man over on his back straddling his hips yet again.
Clawing at his thighs, Dajex road atop the man vigorously. Skin slapped against skin, as she forced the minister deeper inside of her. Frollo was once again subjugated under this woman, but the feeling was too delicious to complain. He grabbed at her hips in a similar manor and let her ride his shaft. Dajex threw her head back and the deep sensation of pleasure built further inside. Lost in her actions, she yelped his name repetitively. Frollo couldn't deny answering her sensual calls.
Gradually, Dajex's control slipped away. Her wild pacing exhausted her, for she hadn't expected the minister to last so long. She knelt over, still rolling her hips against his. Frollo observed her dithering pace and smiled. She was glistening. Her body was thinly covered in layer of sweat, and the expression of fatigue played upon her face. Her arms shook, and her thighs trembled from exhaustion. Frollo found it unacceptable to let her get by without finishing the job and decided to take over once again.
The judge pushed himself up until he sat parallel to his woman. He kissed her quaking lips and continued pumping inside her. Dajex sat in his lap, feeling him press deeper and harder. She begged and pleaded for him to satisfy her. Frollo pounded into her, hitting the sweet spot within his woman. She squeezed his sweltering body and clawed at his back. Frollo groaned from the luscious grief she discharged from her scratches.
She was close now, but he refused to let her go in this position. He wanted to be in charge; he wanted to command full control over her release. Frollo pressed against her, struggling for power. As he continued to thrust inside of her, Dajex wavered, and gradually, fluttered back onto the bed. Frollo remained on top of her, towering above her submissive form. He intertwined his fingers with hers, before letting go of his senses and giving in to his devilish nature.
Tight, wet, hot was all that raced through the minister's mind as he thrust. Dajex was panting; her body rushing with heated lust. She wanted, she ached for, she needed Frollo. Dajex's legs wrapped around his waist, pushing him to her hilt. Frollo snarled as she constricted around his shaft. Dajex slammed wildly against him, driven to the edge of madness by her twisted lover. With one final thrust, Dajex felt a sea of bliss wash over her body. She yelped Frollo's name one last time before falling limply into the mattress, bathing in ecstasy. Frollo followed soon after, spilling his hot seed inside her. He collapsed on her, kissing her neck as the same sensation washed through his body.
Silence. Then sounded the distant roar of thunder. The storm had past and the two creatures lay on the bed, spent from their lovemaking. Dajex opened her eyes, feeling the soreness from her battle return. In the heat of passion, she forgot her injuries and…everything. She attempted to recall her Somebody memories, but she couldn't summon them. The dull ache of being a Nobody had also subsided, and all that was left was the pain of her injuries, which didn't feel much better.
Frollo felt her stirring and removed his head from her neck. He slipped out of her, making Dajex whine from his heated withdrawal. The judge kissed her and tenderly cupped her face. Dajex pushed herself up, much to the dislike of her muscles. She cringed yet again. Frollo pulled away from her remembering she was hurt. Dajex crept away from him and fell onto the pillows, sore and drained of life.
The minister followed, covering her bruised body with the linen sheets. He slid in next to her and pulled the woman close to his tired body. Dajex snuggled up to him, pressed her head into his chest, and drifted off into her dreams. Frollo kissed her forehead and spoke quietly as the candle's flames flickered into nothingness.
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned."
…I…am…so…cracked…out…right…now…
I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM! Ok, maybe I do. Meh, this weird fangirlness was bound to happen eventually *shrug*
So what was the point of writing this? It's a combination of insomnia, writing practice, and a whole lot of guilty pleasure.
And I admit, I like Frollo. Not the physical attributes of him, but the character's personality. He's like all the other villains I love: cold, cruel and dominant. Only difference is he's three years older then dirt, but I digress.
The reason I repeated the prayer twice is because of the contrasting religious views between the characters. Dajex is not a Christian so her confession would be empty words to a God she doesn't believe in. In contrast, Frollo, though hypocritical, is a devout Christian and would probably repent for sleeping with Dajex. The more you know!
I hope you enjoyed it!
