A/N: Well, here I go continuing my little Frollo/Esmeralda smut story. This chapter is basically Esmeralda adjusting to her new life as a minister's wife and also starts to feel a little wary about Elise, the maid, whom gets into an awkward situation with them. It seems she isn't the only one seeing green. Meanwhile, Pierre seems to be getting a little too close for her comfort. Notice the two new characters.

Chapter 9

Possession, Flirtation and Suspicion

Frollo greeted the next morning, his vision blurry and his mind intoxicated. He shielded his eyes from the morning sun's glaring rays as he sat up. Goodness, last night had exhausted him! However, he still had to rise early if he was to perform his judicial duties. He sighed deeply. After such an enjoyable wedding night, he wanted nothing more than to sleep peacefully with his new love. Alas, duty calls and, despite his recent attachment to Esmeralda, Paris still needed someone to enforce her laws and ensure ruffians did not cause trouble. He stretched, cracking a few joints before finally adjusting his tired eyes to the newfound light source. Smirking, he looked to see his beloved dancer still nestled and asleep underneath the black sheets.

Even while she was simply basking in the warm afterglow, she still looked downright ravishing. Her hair was tousled and spread out around her head. Her bosom heaved as she breathed rhythmically. Her body was splayed out and tangled within the sheets. She was a vision of both innocence and sensuality that Frollo could still feel that familiar, warm feeling coursing through him. Despite taking her, not once or twice, but multiple times throughout their blissful night of consummation, he was still ravenous for her. Besides, what harm was it to indulge in a little morning lovemaking before marching off and perform his rather mundane duties as a minister?

Brushing away a stray lock from her forehead, he bent tenderly to kiss her. The soft, warm feel of dry lips against her skin stirred Esmeralda from her peaceful slumber. She smiled at him lethargically. "God help me, Frollo, you're insatiable," She murmured as he clambered on top of her and kissed her gently against her jaw line. Almost immediately, those same, smoldering sensations crept up her spine and she was soon warm and tingly.

"With you," He whispered, nibbling on her sensitive earlobe, "I am always insatiable." His deep voice echoed within her, spreading an indescribable warmth straight to her feminine area. She whimpered and guided his lips to hers. She wondered whether his raging libido was a curse or a blessing. Last night, he had completely worn her out with the many orgasms he bestowed upon her.

She swore all of Paris must've heard her loud, passionate screams of joy thundering throughout the palace. Not to mention, the sounds of the bed creaking with his steady, rocking motions. Six more times after their first encounter, their bodies simply gave up. The paradoxical pleasure the both of them had experienced had completely sapped them of their energy. Yet, now here he was on her again, wishing to please her again.

Great. I've not only married a genocidal tyrant but a nymphomaniac as well.

Then again, was she even complaining about his nymphomania? No, she wasn't. In fact, she wondered if she herself was becoming one as well, what with how eagerly she reacted to his oral ministrations.

Next thing she knew, he had pushed himself within her slowly, inch by inch. She purred in satisfaction. He moved slowly, pushing deeply before pulling out, massaging her sticky, feminine walls with his large hardness. They continued grinding, mirroring each other's sensuous motions. Esmeralda allowed her hands to lazily slipped down his rigid back, marveling at the strong muscles she found there before reaching down and gripping his buttocks. He flinched at the contact but continued his slow, meticulous driving within her, rocking harder and deeper with each thrust.

They were nearing their ultimate pleasure peaks, moaning softly in tandem when suddenly…

"Master, breakfast is…Oh Mon Dieu!" Elise, whom had neglected to knock before entering, fixated her eyes upon the most appalling sight! She had caught her master and new mistress in the most basic sex position known to Man. Not to mention, the two lovers hadn't the decency to shield themselves with the blanket. She saw everything. The guilty pair immediately broke apart and Esmeralda dove underneath the sheets until only her head and shoulders showed.

"Elise!" Frollo roared, outraged by his maid simply barging on his intimate moment with Esmeralda and immediately wrenched the blankets up to cover his bits and pieces. However, he had been a few minutes too late. Elise had glimpsed more of her master's body than she had ever seen before. Oh Mon Dieu, no wonder Mademoiselle Esmeralda was screaming so loudly last night.

Shielding her eyes, Elise rambled on apologetically. "I am sorry, Master and Mistress! I should've knocked! Please forgive me!" With that, her hand still over her eyes, she bolted out of the room, flushed and embarrassed.

The aftermath of such an awkward incident left Esmeralda breathing choppily. Oh, such a sight must've scarred that poor girl. Although, in the selfish part of her mind, Esmeralda was a little ticked of at her for interrupting her and Frollo just when things were getting really good. Now no longer in the mood, Frollo leapt off the bed to retrieve his robe and undergarments, all the while fuming over his maid's foolish negligence.

"Really, I wonder if that girl's stubborn, stupid or deaf! Many times, she doesn't knock whenever she enters a room. Why, even while I'm undressing, she would just barge in like she owns this palace and gape at me whenever I lecture her about it! This time, I'm going to set her straight and ensure that she listens!" As Frollo ranted on about the incompetence of his staff, Esmeralda was lost in thought.

Was it really an accident when Elise burst through the door like that? It almost seemed like she wanted to. Only, she never counted on Esmeralda being entangled with Frollo when she entered the room. She had only said 'Master' when she entered which meant she was hoping Frollo was alone. This little pondering was soon buried deeply within her memory. That and Frollo's account that she had done this many times before, and suspiciously whenever he was getting undressed. In yet another strange moment of jealousy, Esmeralda wondered if all these 'occurrences' were planned and on purpose.

She recalled back to when Elise was defending Frollo, claiming that he was a wanted man and accusing those women whom wanted him as desperate money-chasers. Elise nearly looked jealous as how Esmeralda was feeling right now. God, why was she feeling so jealous? She was already married to Frollo. Yet, the thought of Serafina and this awkward moment between them and Elise was enough to irritate her beyond belief. Marriage had changed her fast. She was starting to act possessive.

"I'm sorry, my dear," Frollo brought her out of her reverie. "As much as I wish to continue what I started, I cannot. I must go and ensure word of what Elise has just witnessed does not get out. Please understand, my dear." He strutted gracefully over to her side and held her hand gallantly before pressing his warm lips against the back of it in a worshiping manner.

"I would love to stay here with you but alas, I must go attend to my duties. I shall send another maid to get you your breakfast and to…" He shot a wary glance at the dropped silver tray that was once filled with breakfast treats. "Clean up that mess. I'll see you later, my dear." He gave her one last kiss before leaving, careful to sidestep the mess Elise created.

Once Esmeralda was alone, she stood up and stretched. First, a shower, a new dress and a comb run through her hair before she went off wondering about Elise. After a contenting shower, the warm water sluicing down her skin, she chose a lovely red gown that complemented her ripe curves and contrasted perfectly with her emerald eyes. When Georgiana came with her breakfast, she gobbled it down, dismissed her before leaving her room still deep in thought.

Frollo must've been clueless about Elise's behavior, probably dismissing it as negligence and incompetence. Really, she didn't know why she was so envious that Elise was somewhat attracted to Frollo, if she was. She groaned.

Wow, married people really do start to act like each other. Frollo's possessiveness has really rubbed off of me. Now, I can't help but want to bite the head off anyone who so much as looks at him longingly.

In another part of the Palace…

"Elise," Frollo's deep voice thundered. The timid maid was shocked so badly, she nearly dropped the fine porcelain plates she had been drying. She turned and bowed, keeping her head hung. She anticipated the annoyed judge would rebuke her for not knocking. She couldn't help it. She had to see him again.

"I supposed you haven't told anyone about…what you speculated," Elise shook her head, tossing her hazel curls wildly. She responded no and, her heart beating vividly, awaited his next question. "Good." That was his solitary answer. He began pacing up and down the kitchen, reminding Elise of a predatory beast.

"Now, I'm actually in a very rare good mood today, Elise so I shall be merciful. One more act of impulsive negligence such as that and you'll be out on the streets," He towered over her, terrifying the poor girl. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Master. It won't ever happen again." She murmured, trembling. She was wringing the drying cloth in her hands as she spoke.

"Very well. Go back to your duties now then." With a dismissive, graceful wave of his hand, he left. He did not see Elise staring at him, not out of fear, but of desire.

When she started working here at 16, Elise immediately found herself enamored by Frollo. His sensuous movements, his exotic features, his romancing baritone, his dry, sardonic wit, his elegance, his poise and his fingers all captivated the lovelorn maid. She soon grew obsessed with him. She would smell his robes before washing them, basking in their masculine aroma. She stared at him longingly while he worked when he did not notice. She found herself hypnotized by his charming voice.

She loathed those rich socialite women whom accosted him at various official gatherings and balls. The way they flirted and pawed at him, only wanting to marry him for money. Thankfully, Frollo brushed them off.

Then came that infernal gypsy girl. Oh, she tried to be nice to her but she couldn't help but resent her presence. She was busty, tanned and gorgeous. Everything the plain, boyish and pale maid wasn't. When she kept calling the minister a genocidal, sadistic maniac, Elise had to set her straight. Never did she realize she was simply pushing Esmeralda closer to Frollo. She decided to stop interfering, to stop involuntarily pushing them together.

It pained her to see Esmeralda being kissed and touched by Frollo, a man she only admired when she 'accidentally' barged into his bedchamber while he was undressing. Well, this morning she certainly saw more than she bargained for! Elise furrowed her brow, infuriated. Lucky gypsy witch!

Well, she could have her fun now, being his wife and lover but one day, he will come to his senses and see that this attachment was foolish and leave her. Elise was patiently waiting for that day to come.

Somewhere else in the Palace…

Esmeralda finally noticed she was walking around aimlessly when she discovered she had bumped into the same room about three times now. She groaned inwardly. She should've considered the fact that she was now living in some sort of aristocratic labyrinth before marrying Frollo. The Palace was gargantuan! She felt like a little girl trapped in a maze.

Sighing, her still-tingling gypsy instincts instructed her to just keep moving forward. She was strolling down the corridors when she collided with a certain someone. Except the person's clothing was hard armor and not soft black velvet. Looking up, she noticed it was the one person she didn't want to see.

Captain Pierre.

"Oh, excuse me, Mademoiselle. Forgive my clumsiness," He bowed gallantly. Esmeralda repressed the urge to snort and roll her eyes. One thing that bothered her about Pierre was how blatantly flirtatious he was. Even during her wedding ceremony and preparations, he would shoot winks and smirk charmingly at her. There was even a moment were he boldly copped a feel. When Frollo was around! Unfortunately for him, those gestures made her shudder for the wrong reasons. His smirk could not compare to Frollo's sinister, suggestive one. Another thing that made Pierre did that sickened her was how much he reminded her of Phoebus.

They possessed the same boyish charm, silly wit, phony gallant behavior, shiny armor and 'Prince Charming' looks.

It revolted her.

"Why are you wandering aimlessly, Mademoiselle? Are you lost?" He inquired, his blue eyes nowhere near hers. They had journeyed down into the valley of her heaving breasts. Esmeralda suddenly wished she wore something that didn't have a plunging neckline.

He may be lecherous but he could actually prove himself useful.

Crossing her arms over her generous breasts, Esmeralda questioned. "Have you seen Minister Frollo whom is now my husband and whom can also order you dead if you keep ogling my chest like that?" Emphasizing the words 'husband' and 'dead' finally lifted Pierre's roving eyes of her immense cleavage and he smiled perversely.

"I apologize, Mademoiselle. It's just that you are so beautiful. Minister Frollo is lucky to have you as his bride," He commented sly. With that, his eyes were, yet again, glued to her chest. Esmeralda rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers against his own. "Oh, Monsieur Pierre, my eyes are up here." She forced his chin up with her hand. Pierre simply smiled then, suddenly grew serious.

"I actually didn't know that old codger had it in him," He thought out loud. Esmeralda cocked an eyebrow. What was this pretentious flirt saying? "No need to act innocent, Mademoiselle. Everyone heard your screams." Esmeralda whirled away, blushing madly.

"That is none of your business," She muttered poisonously. Pierre chuckled, his hands behind his back. "Ah Mademoiselle, but wouldn't you want to know what would it feel if a young man was touching, feeling you…kissing you?" He inched closer towards her, making her uncomfortable. Esmeralda readied her clenched fists. Before, she would've felt this way around Frollo but after discovering that he could treat her more of a lady than this letch could, she wanted him right here, right now to protect her. Pierre leaned in and whispered provocatively in her ear. It was a gesture meant to seduce but it ended sickening the poor gypsy girl.

"You cannot honestly tell me that geriatric can please you better than a stronger, more virile man," That was the sore spot. Esmeralda's palm came flying up to smack Pierre's self-satisfied smirk when he grasped it in mid-air. She struggled violently, all the while wishing he would just go and rot in Hell. After finally freeing herself, she glared at him furiously.

"I am a married woman, you despicable scoundrel. You witnessed me marrying him last night and you dare lay your hands on me and suggest such unholy things! And for the record, Frollo is more than twice the strong, virile man you'll ever be, you bastard," She rebuked him savagely. Pierre simply smirked smugly. Ah, such a stubborn little gypsy girl. Pierre loved a challenge. He refused to believe that decrepit pile of bones could please her better than he could please any girl. And Esmeralda was certainly the most sensual-looking gypsy girl he ever laid eyes on. So, she was married. So what? He had romanced married women before and they simply loved him.

"Alright then, Mademoiselle. Just remember, I'm right here if you need me," Pierre shot her a suggestive wink before leaving her. Esmeralda shuddered with disgust. Well, finally that letch left. However, he hadn't told her where Frollo was. It seemed like an alternate reality had appeared before her after Frollo fornicated with her in the bell tower. She didn't view him as the vile pervert anymore; she was viewing some other man now. How interesting!

Sighing at how complicated her life was now, Esmeralda continued walking. She wondered if she should alert Frollo about Pierre's behavior but decided not to. He was in too much of a good mood for her to tarnish and she was quite enjoying his warmer side.

"Mademoiselle!" Esmeralda turned to see Madeline, flushed and panting, running towards her.

"The master wishes you meet him in his study immediately."

A/N: Well, how do you like Elise and Pierre? Do you love them? Hate them? Want to hug them? Kill them? Share your thoughts!