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Lightning flashes and thunder follows suit.
"Oh god!" A cry of pleasure escapes Esmeralda's lips as she awakens shakily. Her cry was followed by heaving pants and sweat glistens her entire body. Trying to cool herself, she wastes no time in removing her gown. The rain was falling harder outside and the lightening had increased. She could feel it strengthening the energy around the area, enabling every hair to stand on end and it made her body's surface extremely sensitive. She pulls herself up to a sitting position and notes the unavoidable moistness between her legs. Her dream left her in a heaping mess of pre orgasmic frustration.
Fucking dream…literally. She thinks to herself, lightly chuckling at her own joke, while running her hand through her damp hair.
Regaining some of her composure, she rests against a make shift wall behind her and she allows her heart beat to calm. The wall was cool on her flesh and she eventually closes her blurry eyes. She inhales and when she exhales, a small moan escapes. She closes her thighs together tight, her vaginal area responds, as thoughts inevitably drift back to the dream, to Claude and the disappointing anticlimactic end.
She remembers the feel of how deep he penetrated, his girth widening her small opening and inviting his length in inch by inch. Remembered feeling him reaching her cervix, and creating an overwhelming force that took her breath away. She remembers the feeling of his wet, slender hips against her widely open thighs and his pelvis grinding into hers. The feel of her breast bouncing at very strong and swift thrusts. How she could feel him hitting her clit repeatedly and sending unimaginable ecstasy through each nerve. She adored the mixture of the pain and pleasure it generated. She definitely remembers the sound of a deep reverberating growl rumbling in his chest, as he reacts to the feel of her tightness around his cock.
She swallows hard and bites her lower lip.
Her ever so swelling opening twitches again, it wasn't going to subside and she knew she needed to pleasure herself. It wasn't the act itself she was concerned with, she had satisfied herself many times in the past and she never had any moral dilemmas. This time however, it was the specific person and not necessarily the act that was leaving her in an awkward position. Though, there was no denying how Claude made her feel and she found herself falling in love with certain aspects. She fell for his intelligence and that later lead to a physical attraction and it awakened a strange yearning for him. She wanted to do this with him in thought, besides no one had to know and she made a vow to never whisper a breath of this to anyone. She would never let it slip to Claude himself either, she knew who he was when it came to his convictions, they were still severe and she knew that this information would bring about consequences that were vastly horrific for her. He would certainly torture and kill her faster than she could say the word "mercy". Even if it was unknown to Claude, the truth was undeniable, he had impacted her life in more ways than he would ever know and she simply couldn't fight it anymore. She didn't want to jeopardize the positive changes they had made between each other though and she knew, somethings were just better left unspoken.
When she finally admits she couldn't battle these feelings anymore, she was able to let go completely and it was a fantastic feeling. So, with that freeing thought, she takes the outer side of one breast and squeezes. She follows suit with the other breast and arches her back while she continues. She ends with pinching both nipples in unison with the pad of her thumb and index finger. She gives them a slight twist and both harden with no trouble.
She inhales a sharp breath, through her teeth at the acuteness and instantly her body responds to this. She notices a new deluge release from her folds. She spreads her legs wide enough to feel the thickness trickle down past her perineum and hit the blankets. It absorbs into the cloth and leaves a wet spot. She slides her hand down her stomach, undulating her hips forward to test just how avid she was and she was far beyond ready.
She moves to the crest of her pubis, just barely brushing the top of her overly stimulated bloom and she is automatically awarded with a pleasing reflex from her depths as her pussy lightly spasms.
"Oh yeah." She breathes out lightly, her voice catching.
Repositioning herself, she slides down fully on her back, for more access. She takes hold of the back of her right knee, lifts her leg to her chest, lifts the other to match it and spreads herself as wide as she can. She continues with her fingers, she moves further down to massage fully, spreading her slickness around and with two fingers, she enters with ease. She pumps in and out of herself and can't help but react loudly.
"Ah…Oh!" The only other sound that is heard is the slow motion of her lower palm colliding against her luscious cunt. Making herself contract around her fingers with every plunge.
Letting her imagination take hold, she delves into a world that hadn't been explored and that has only been reached in a dream. Delves into thoughts of Claude's beautiful silver head buried in between her legs and using the flat of his tongue to lap at her creamy center. Feeling his soft hair in her fist, she grinds seductively against his mouth, as he hungrily bites and nibbles at her. Never once allowing her honeyed essence to drip past his lips.
Imagining him mounted on her, witnessing his insane feral grin as he mercilessly fucks her, punishes her pussy with explicit abandon and all of this is accomplished in every position possible. He lays into her until she's completely spent and unable to even walk or see straight by the consented brutality. Their bodies slippery with sweat and saliva. Moans, groans, grunts and cries could be heard loud enough to wake the whole of the Palace of Justice…no…the whole of Paris.
Just the mere fantasy of her fingers transforming into his cock heightens her finger's tempo. Finger fucking herself over and over, each time adding more speed. Over and over, her breathing more erratic and her chest heaving. Over and over and faster. Over and over, until she feels an unknown pleasure build within her abdomen and her slit becomes a vice. Over and over until….
"FUCK!" Esmeralda growls out loud in total rapture. Her hips elevate and she quickly exits her fingers. With a small vaginal push, warm liquid explodes from her like a geyser, squirting streams cascade several inches towards the foot of her bed and also soaks the blankets below her in a continuous drip. She finally lowers her hips slowly, only to land in cooling dampness.
The action pleased her, but also confused her.
"That's never happened before…" she speaks out loud with a husky slur. She assesses that she hadn't actually orgasmed. But she notes that after the release, the sensation was even more lucid. She pads lightly at her dripping clit again and couldn't help but moan at the renewed sensation she felt. She was so close.
She moves her fingers parallel back and forth slowly over the area and then increases her movement. She spreads her legs wider, hiking her legs up once more. Her breathing stops in her throat, she closes her eyes in complete concentration. Paying full attention to the tickle coming in waves through her. Quicker side strokes produce more out pour, but not as much as earlier, but it still felt so…so good.
Claude was a never ending thought in her head throughout this whole endeavor. She was either being pleasured with his hands, fingers, cock or his mouth and when it came to Claude's eloquent mouth, there was more than one way to make her lose her mind. She seemed to recall him reciting many Latin texts when she was under his teachings, she always found herself getting lost in his words and how he enunciated them. How the words just fluently and gracefully fell from his tongue. Esmeralda continues in a quick, fast pace and her arm muscles go tight as she does so. Claude mimics this, in her wide awake dream, also seductively pouring precise Latin against her ear. With that, she loses it completely, her orgasm grows with intensity and she's thrown over the edge.
"Oh…oh…OH…OH…UH…UHHHHHH…Claude…FUCK…mmmmm!" Her cry lets his name slip past her lips and she doesn't care or notice. Her orgasm completely turns off any coherent thought, she throws her head back and screams out in complete throes of lust. Her legs kick, her arms both twitch involuntarily, all her muscles go tense, her nipples are hard as a rock at the oncoming stimulation and her pussy convulses in a rapid rhythmic pattern. It was the strongest orgasm she's ever experienced before and it felt beyond spectacular. Star bursts explode behind her eyes, while her jaw tightens.
Finally after holding that feeling as long as she could, Esmeralda goes lax on her bed. Her heart was racing and her breathing was still heavy as small moans escape her throat while her inner legs uncontrollably tremble. She runs one shaking hand through her tangled, sweaty hair and rests it over her eyes. She shakes her head almost embarrassingly under the visor of her hand.
What is wrong with you Esmeralda? Screaming his name like that! Are you completely insane? She chastises herself inwardly.
She lays still for a while, takes a deep, steady breath that finally levels out and eventually her heart slows. As she lays there, she could still feel the faint jerking of her inner walls and she waits until it completely subsides.
She moves her palm slowly and cautiously from her eyes, lifts herself clumsily on her elbows and looks around her empty tent. She knew she was alone now, she knew she was alone when she had bellowed out his name in full erotic bliss, but it was still an outward confirmation of her feelings for him and she was half expecting Claude to charge her tent at any moment. Waiting for him to make an attempt to slaughter her for unholy thoughts about him and for a moment she found herself hoping he would just show up, no matter the reason. Thoughts of him never cease now, no matter the subject and her thoughts drift.
She was convinced Frollo had empowered her, to help her people and deep down she even believed he had faith enough in her to do it on her own. One thing he did know, because she made it all too clear, was that she wasn't one to back down and give up. Over all, she was glad his need to fill his duty as an educator over took his need to destroy her. That spoke volumes to her, how he really dealt with things and she had to start thinking about her own prejudices. She came to the conclusion that he was the type of person that helped ones that were ready to help themselves and surprisingly that idea became a revelation to her. Claude's voice enters her memory…
If you choose to play the victim, you will be treated as such. The choice is still yours Esmeralda.
She was glad she chose to strengthen herself and now there was a long road ahead for her to share it with everyone else. She hoped the rest would follow.
A wide yawn escaped her lips, pulling her from her thoughts. She noticed that the rain had slowed to a light sprinkle. The thunder and lightning had died completely and the air around her was much cooler than before. She didn't know if it was because of the rain or because the heat radiating from her had dissipated. A light shiver comes over her, so she gets up to find her gown, dons it again and collects her blankets. She sinks into her bed and as the sun rose, Esmeralda fell into a deep, comforting sleep and this time she dreamt of a long awaited prosperous future.
Fin
Well, that's it for this one. I hope it was at least okay. :p
