This is a continuation of A Night in the Obsession. Chapter 3:Dreams and Nightmares. Reviews are greatly apperciated!

Note:Esmeralda's dream is bolded and Claudes is normal... Thank you! Enjoy!

It was midnight. All was silent not a sound could be heard anywhere. Esmeralda could only hear her heart beat and breathing. She sat awake in bed, still terrified and shocked of the things that had happened to her recently. Her thoughts went wild as she tried to figure everything out "Why does that man love me so much? Then why does he often wish me dead! What did I do to cause this?" she constantly played these thoughts in her head until she heard a faint calling. "Esmeralda…." This dreamy voice filled her head with sheer pleasure and excitement. "Esmeralda, Esmeralda, Esmeralda…" It called again. She was lulled into a delirious trance as the voice and all it's softness filled her head.

Claude was back from his errand, everything was prepared. He lied in his bed. Burning with anger. The moments kept playing over in his head. Esmeralda's whimpers of pain and suffering, her tears of pure melancholy, and her still lasting love for the man who caused it her such pain. True, Claude deeply resented making advances on her, but he couldn't still help to think she would still find the room in her heart to love him. He thought of her body and how he yearned for all of it. He started to feel his flesh burn, then he could hear moans of pure rapture. He dug his nails into his bed, his skin was more scorching than all damnation.

Esmeralda found herself in the dark listening to the call. She felt like she was wrapped in clouds. She felt like she was in pure heaven. As the voice became clearer and louder, she was sure it was the music of the angels. It filled her with happiness. Then she saw the sun, Phoebus. Her eye's widened as he walked to her taking her up in his arms comforting her. She joined the choirs in rejoicing "Phoebus! Phoebus! I love my Phoebus!" she cried as she embraced him. Warmth and joy surrounded them.

Claude found himself descending into flames. He went farther and farther in this hellish place. The moans grew louder and violent. He ceased his free fall and watched a form emerge from the flame. Esmeralda sauntered to him in a thin, red, almost clear garment that barley covered her. She beckoned Claude with her pure eyes of emerald. He drew in closer to her. She stroked his flesh with her hands, against his cheeks it felt like satin. She continued to caress his body. Her provocative movement awoken the devils of Claude's soul. She rubbed her body against him and teased him. She took a step back and innocently stroked her womanly features. It caused great excitement to Claude as he stared intently at her.

Esmeralda took in the bliss of being with Phoebus. She was in a white dress, she felt angelic. Phoebus caressed her body tenderly. They began to kiss each other. Phoebus kissed her gently starting at her shoulder, moving up her neck, and on her cheeks to her lips. As they exchanged this love sweetly, Esmeralda heard a sound. Another person calling out "Phoebus! Phoebus! I love you!" it called. Phoebus replied "I love you with all my heart and soul. Never have I loved another with such a passion! I never have loved anyone but you! No one can compare to your beauty! No one else matters but you!" Phoebus said this straying form Esmeralda to Fleur-de-Lys. Esmeralda felt like all was taken out of her, all emotion, all love, gone. She stared in disbelief at the couple passionately giving themselves to each other. She felt a great weight on her heart. "That witch! That whore! That slut! That bitch!" Fleur shouted pointing directly at her. The words stung her. "You dirty good for nothing, whore! Your ugliness is greater than that of a pig! You mean nothing to me! I have never loved you and never will! You deserve to rot in hell for eternity! Burn in hell!" he spat at her. She could barley breath. Suddenly she was pulled into darkness, now unclothed, unloved, and alone.

Claude circled her as she continued to touch herself. She began to moan and begged "Oh, Claude, release me of this urge! I need you! I need your love! I want you inside me!" she moaned. These were all words that Claude wanted her to say, it stirred him violently. He lost all his discretion. He grabbed her tightly stroking her thigh. He let out a sound of pure delight. His hands moved up to her breasts. He cupped them the best he could, powerfully with his thin yet strong hands. She let out a yelp and groaned "Yes, yes! Please more! I want all of you Claude!" He embraced her close to him and buried his face in her neck and gave deep kisses and bites. Licking her skin with great enthusiasm, he his hand between her legs and violated her. "Oh God above! I love Claude Frollo!" she screamed in rapture.

She threw herself on the ground and called to Claude as she twisted her body provocatively. A great pressure had been stirring between Claude's legs. He mounted the girl. He removed the thin translucent garment with one movement. He locked eyes with her then stole a wet dripping kiss on her mouth. She then allowed him to put his tongue in her mouth. He licked every region. He then gasped and flung himself up. He grabbed his throbbing member from his pants. Esmeralda prepared herself for him. He forcefully grabbed her leg and held it up. He gathered all his yearning and let it all in one thrust. He was inside her. One of his deepest wishes.

As Esmeralda fell dark demon hands pulled her down. They gnawed at her skin. The very touch of them burned her. They violated her body violently. She found herself on the ground, naked and cold. Then she heard voices again. "I love you, I love you, I love you…" it repeated dirtily. She could feel great pressure on her body like someone was sitting on her. She felt hands touch and molest her with no pause. She tried to yelp, but she could not make a sound. She tried to scream, but could not. She then saw the devil, the thorn in her side, Claude. She screamed without sound, she called for help but he was muted. She tried to get up but fell over every attempted chance. Claude flung himself on top of her, trying to kiss her. He put himself inside her mouth, she bit him hard. He let out an aggressive whine and exited her. She cringed and grinded his teeth as blood filled his mouth. She wiggled herself out for under his body and tried to run. I felt as if she was carrying weights on her legs. She fall and he mounted her again. He touched her, putting his hands everywhere he could. She cried with no sound. Then she heard Phoebus' voice "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you…" she found herself in a church. She was adorned in white, walking down the aisle. She saw faceless people in the pews, the two people at the alter where hooded.

Claude was amazed at the pleasures he was feeling. He started to thrust slowly, savoring the feeling. "Oh, harder! Harder! Give me what I deserve for rejecting you!" Esmeralda squealed. He began to thrust faster. He was desperately trying not to hurt her. She cried out in frustration "No! More! Hurt me! I deserve to burn in hell for my sins and stupidity! Please defile me! Destroy me! Devour me!" He paused inside her, he looked deep in her eyes. He recalled all the times she had refused him, her ungratefulness to him, her constant mocking and insults.

"You are a true bitch, none the less…I love you with a greater passion than any heart could love." he said sweetly and shaking. "Hurt me! Just do it God damn it! Make me pay! Make me bleed! F*** me!" she wailed to him. He gathered up his anger. He swiftly pinned her down by her shoulders and ravaged her. He was driving into her with bone crushing power. His powerful body was at it's strongest. She wailed with a pain and delight that nothing could compare to. "Oh my God yes! Yes! Harder! I hate you!" she said gasping. Her words brought such anger to Claude, he truly drove him self far as possible into her.

She let out a sharp painful cry. He was driving himself far and fast inside of her. Their moans melded together into powerful cries. His thrusting was thrusting so hard, you could hear the grinding and banging of their pelvis bones, the sounds of their moistness sloshing about. Esmeralda's hips were bruised and battered to the point of bleeding. They dug their nails in each others backs, causing deep scratches and welts. Claude was totally on fire, his member felt in total flame. With each hard thrust, the fire grew stronger. Then, Esmeralda gave an orgasmic scream, Claude following soon after. He didn't realize till that blood had been pouring out of her body.

As Esmeralda drew closer to the alter, she felt faint. When she arrived at the two men, one remover their hoods. Claude stood before her with lustful intent in his eyes. He drew in to her. He kissed her mouth with great force, putting his tongue in her mouth. She collapsed on the floor with him on top of her, the faceless people closing in and scratching away at her skin. Then she felt a great pain in her lower region. She flew up almost falling on the floor. She was inhaling irregularly and she had left scratches in her legs. She stood up from her bed. And breathlessly fell to the floor crying.

Suddenly, Esmeralda's sounds of pain and ecstasy stopped. Her body grew limp and unresponsive. Claude looked down at her body, naked and severely bruised at the pelvic area. He let himself out of her, and stepped back in shock. He was still feeling pressure. He went to Esmeralda's body and held it in his arms. He then thrust into her again. He continued the power from before. Esmeralda and Claude both let out screams, flames encased them. The burning passion, desire and lust would cease to end. "Claude…Claude…Claude" a far off voice called. "Claude!" a shout jolted his eye's open, her was face down on his bed, panting and covered in sweat. He noticed his dream was relativistic to his body. He yelled to the soldier at his door. "We heard screaming and we had to break down the door. Are you ok?" the young man called to him. "Get out! I will be right down!" he yelled with pure rage. The soldier ran off as fast as possible. Claude was on fire, he still felt the nails in his back, he could still feel her body on his, feel her large breasts in his hands, and he could even faintly feel himself still inside her. He took the poison in his hand, and dressed himself for court. He stormed out, with determination on his mind…

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