Chapter 9 – Amor Et Passio
A/N: Rated M guys! Yarr, ye been warned.
There in the sitting room in the manor the two figures stared at one another in silence. Portraits of Lords and Ladies of the past hung from the walls giving solemn looks to the couple with their painted eyes.
Esmeralda's acceptance of Frollo's proposal made him grin uncontrollably. The privacy and isolation the room offered now sunk in fully and made Frollo's thoughts wander. Frollo did his best to hide the libidinous desire he was feeling at that moment as he looked on at her. He wanted her, now more than ever.
Coming close to her, his eyes locked with hers and darted down to her lips quickly, making his intention obvious. Then shakily he rushed forward and brought his thin nervous quivering lips to hers and kissed her. The rapturous thrill of kissing her rushed back to him, and it was much better than he had remembered. He encircled his arms around her and squeezed her tightly to him, afraid that she might try to run from him. Had the bells of Notre Dame not roused him from his lustful trance last time he would've ravished her much more and now he had a second chance to do so. His large soft sleeves enfolded around her like walls of black velvet. Esmeralda stiffened at first at his touch but slowly began to soften as he nervously kissed her. Hesitantly, Esmeralda parted her lips and allowed him to kiss her deeply, feeling his tongue jut into her mouth and brush against hers softly. The morning he had found her in his chambers he had surprised her when he kissed her, but now she had a chance to react.
Esmeralda broke the kiss suddenly and placed her hands on Frollo's chest pushing him away from her slightly, feeling the soft dark fabric underneath her hands. Frollo frowned, expecting she was stopping him. Esmeralda took a deep breath and looked up into the ministers eyes.
"What you said to me before—in Latin—what did it mean?" she asked him curiously.
Frollo blinked for a moment surprised at her question, then he leaned forward to her slowly and whispered into her ear.
"Non egredieris inde. Te amo." Frollo said once again. "It means: Do not go. I love you."
Esmeralda took a sharp breath with closed eyes and swooned, Frollo's deep baritone voice reverberated through her core once again, making her hairs stand on end with pleasure. Frollo smiled with the realization that she enjoyed his voice, and he leaned in closer and whispered to her again in his best silky libidinous voice.
"Quid est amoris? Si suus non dilectionem vestram?" he purred to her again in Latin, his eyes hazy with lust.
A soft moan poured forth from Esmeralda's lips as his sweet sultry voice made chills run down her spine. Esmeralda's eyes twinkled as she looked up at him, Frollo had a shock of pleasure jolt through him as he realized her eyes held a look of desire for him.
Suddenly Esmeralda pushed herself against him and pressed her lips to his this time. Her boldness took him by surprise and he was thrown off balance as she threw herself against him and he suddenly found himself with his arms full of amorous woman. She kissed him passionately, her lips sliding against his and sucking on his tongue and nibbling his lips furiously. His hat landed onto the floor with a soft thud as her hands entangled themselves into his silvery gray strands of hair. She pushed herself onto him, pressing her soft curves against his thin sinewy body. Frollo was overtaken with joy at her amorous advances, as he was sure this sort of thing would only exist in his fantasies.
Her hands glided over top of his robes, over his shoulders and across his chest as she kissed him deeply. Her hands touched the sides of his face gently and glided down softly to his neck, still imprisoned by his stiff tight collar. Esmeralda picked impatiently at his high white collar with her fingers, urging the buttons locking it to loosen one by one.
Frollo stood frozen with a drunken smile, almost dumbfounded as she continued. Once the collar was loose enough Esmeralda's fingers found their way in and pulled it down from his neck.
Oh how good it feels to be free of that damned stiff collar! He thought.
Hastily Esmeralda brought her eager warm lips to his skin and placed teasing kisses up and down the length of his wrinkled neck. Frollo doubled over, giving her greater access as the hot sensation and attention made his breath waver. Warmth flooded Frollo's body as she kissed and caressed his neck with her feathery movements, the warmth pooled in between his legs and his manhood ached and throbbed as it became unbearably engorged and pressed against his clothes impatiently, wanting to be closer to her. He had never been so hard and wanting in all his life!
"Meus es tu, et solum mihi." Frollo whispered into her ear, his voice raw with desire.
Frollo grabbed her waist and closed the gap between them and pressed his hardness up against her suggestively with a devilish grin. Esmeralda gave a shocked gasp and froze for a moment as she felt his warmth and hardness press against her stomach urgently. Frollo paused, afraid he had ruined her dominate, amorous mood as he was enjoying being the object of her want. Esmeralda looked down and then back up quickly. Her hands trailed down slowly to Frollo's waist, then gingerly down to the visible bulge at the front of his gown, touching him for the first time where he so desperately wanted her to.
Frollo closed his eyes in pleasure as he felt her hands curiously trace over the area, eager for her to explore. Esmeralda was feeling every inch of his hardness through his thick robes. As she continued he realized how badly he wished to be free of his robes, for there to be nothing in between them. Suddenly as if she heard his silent plea he felt her take hold of his robes pulling the fabric upwards. Frollo took a sharp breath in shock and quivered eagerly in anticipation as he felt her hands reach under his robes and pull down at the front of his hose exposing his excitement.
Esmeralda hesitated as she took a second to look down at it. Frollo watched her expression nervously as she took in the sight of his manhood. Esmeralda's emitted a soft gasp, her face flushed with a bright red and she bit her lower lip. An erection was something Frollo had always been ashamed of, it represented a sinful lust for the flesh; But in that moment there with her he couldn't have felt more proud of it as he watched her reaction and blushing cheeks as she beheld him.
"That gypsy saying really is true." she said looking up with wide eyes and a blush so red her face almost glowed.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity she took his throbbing manhood into her incredibly soft hands. Frollo moaned and took a deep breath with her touch, grabbing onto her for support as he felt like he might black out at any moment. It was the first time he had ever allowed a woman to see himself, never mind touch him, the excitement of the moment was overwhelming. She rubbed his shaft excruciatingly well, he already felt as if he was going to lose himself after only two stokes of her soft firm hands as she explored him from his hilt to his tip. Then as quick as she started he felt her pleasing grip release him, he whimpered weakly as her teasing play stopped.
"Sit." He heard her sultry voice command.
Numbly and without question the Minister shakily seated himself on the plush chair behind him. He sank down into the chair with relief and excitement, letting the thick embroidered cushioning support his weary body. Esmeralda kneeled down at his feet and grasped his robes, pulling the fabric up and exposing the Minister's legs once more. She reached up and roughly gripped his dark purple hosiery and pulled it down even farther, this time to his ankles, where it pooled around his black leather shoes.
"W-What are you doing?" Frollo asked with a broken excited voice, wondering what sinful act the gypsy had in store for him as she exposed him from the waist down.
Esmeralda said nothing, but gave him an impish smile. Carefully Esmeralda brought her hands up and slid them along the inside of the Minister's thin alabaster legs smoothly and slowly, delicately feeling every inch of his skin from his ankles to his thighs. Frollo gave a sharp inhale, surprised at how much her sweet caresses made his heartbeat increase and his breathing even more erratic as she teased him. Soft gentle fingers traced circles around his aged skin, coming oh so close to his manhood and then trailing away again in a frustrating tease.
"Little minx." Frollo growled through clenched teeth in a frustrated whisper.
Esmeralda smiled, finding a thrill in the immodest frustration she caused him. Then she carefully leaned forward, placing hot kisses on the inside of Frollo's pale thighs. Frollo moaned in ecstasy as he felt her soft, warm lips sear his skin and gripped the arms of the chair tightly with his bony fingers, digging his nails into the wood with delightful frustration.
Frollo's eyes followed her kisses intently as she came closer and closer to his aching erection that begged for her attention. Frollo licked his thin dark lips anxiously as he watched her kiss her way slowly to the base of his shaft.
Was she going to…!? He thought wildly with wide eyes.
He remembered hearing other nobles talking of carnal acts they had been engaged in and one in particular they seemed to brag particularly about was a woman using her mouth. Frollo rebuked them for speaking of such acts, but now he couldn't have wanted the sinful act more for himself.
The cautious thought of someone perhaps walking in on them in the middle of their unholy act sat at the back of Frollo's mind, but at this point he dare didn't say anything to make her stop. Even if someone had discovered them now he didn't care anymore, all he wanted was sweet release from the agonizing desire that was burning him alive.
Finally he felt her hand grip around his hilt tightly, Esmeralda then raised her head up and brought his tip to her lips.
Oh please yes! He thought eagerly with ragged breaths.
He watched with wide eyes as her tongue came forth and licked his swollen sensitive tip. Frollo gave an agonized cry of pleasure as her warm mouth made contact with his manhood, and he bucked his hips involuntarily sending his hardened member further into her juicy mouth. Frollo bit his bottom lip tightly as he threw his head back trying to stifle his own cries of pleasure as he felt his entire member be taken into her mouth. Never in his entire life had he felt such unholy pleasure. Her mouth around him was the only thing now in Frollo's mind, he clenched his eyes shut as he placed his hands onto the back of her head, entangling his fingers in her ebony hair. The warmth of her mouth and her attentive tongue was more than the minister could possibly handle as she sucked his shaft hungrily, sliding it deeper and deeper into her mouth as she moved her head. Frollo's hands pressed down lightly on the back of her head, encouraging her in her sweet assault on him as he breathed in hitched ragged breaths. It was all too much for him, and it didn't take but a moment of Esmeralda's amorous attention before Frollo could feel himself losing all control.
He stifled his cries the best he could as the joyous rapture of release swelled and washed over his body, he threw his head back and groaned, sending his heated seed into her mouth. His hips bucked, but Esmeralda held him down tightly with her hands, allowing her to finish him. There was a slight moan of surprise from Esmeralda as the sheer amount from him proved to be more than she had been expecting, she pulled her head back and released him, quickly swallowing his thick emissions. Sitting back on her knees and out of breath Esmeralda observed the sinful chaos she had caused.
Frollo knew he was a disheveled mess, but he couldn't have felt more bliss in that moment. Panting, he quickly took one arm and weakly threw his judge robes back over his legs and covered himself. He laid his head back into the thick cushion of the high-backed chair and closed his eyes, letting the pleasure that bombarded his body lull him into a restful state.
Esmeralda watched the judge carefully, Frollo's eyes were still closed and he panted softly in exhaustion. Strands of silvery gray hair hung out of place against his face and his hose still sat around his ankles, his robes were crumpled and wrinkled and his collar hung loosely around his neck. Despite what a wreck the judge was she had never seen his face with a more peaceful, serene expression on it.
Esmeralda felt confused at her own behavior, she felt slightly guilty, disgusted, and yet proud in what she had done. She had let herself get carried away as she tangled with the judge, yet seeing a man like him, normally so cold and dominate, yearn for her so badly made her blood run hotter than any young strapping lad had ever managed to. Although it seemed the judge's velvety, sultry voice was certainly a catalyst that had helped to send her into her lustful frenzy.
Esmeralda turned her gaze away, what had gotten into her!? She had never done such a thing with a man. Plenty of men had stolen kisses from her but she had never let it run this far. The woman who had taught her to dance probably had partial blame, she was actually a well known prostitute who had shown her kindness and taken her in when no one else would. In addition to her dance lessons the woman had also told her of things she could do to men that would drive them to madness.
"I know you are not a harlot like me Esmeralda, but remember these things that I tell you so that you may one day please your future husband. Trust me, he will never stray from you if you do!" She had remembered the expert woman saying to her with a wink and a smile.
A/N: 'Quid est amoris? si suus non dilectionem vestram?' Means 'What good is love? If it's not your love?' and "Meus es tu, et solum mihi." Means "You are mine, and only mine."
First truly M chap on a story rated M, hope it was worth the wait. *_*;;
