The dark room was full of shadows with only a few candles and small fire casting their soft light onto bare stone walls. Claude Frollo was immersed up to his shoulders in hot water. He had always been very obsessive over cleanliness. His rank and position afforded him the luxury of bathing more than the average person and he took advantage of that position anytime he could.

He reclined back and let the steaming water relax his tense and aching muscles. He had always been high strung, but the past several months had only made issues worse. His issues with the gypsy girl had taken their toll on him. The loss of Jehan, his dear, spoiled brother made matters worse.

That dreadful night where the mob attacked the cathedral played over and over in his mind. He watched his brother, the one that was once his reason for existence, dashed against the stone by his adopted son, Quasimodo. Claude had held his broken body as his brother took his last breath. In Claude's mind, he had sacrificed Jehan for the gypsy girl. His life for her life. His heart broke.

He stopped himself. "No, think no more on such things. You can't change what happened. It's too late", he muttered to himself. He reclined back further to relax more and to try to clear his mind from anything to do with the situation that he found himself in.

He heard something across the room. He was not alone.

A shadow appeared at the edge of the room. It approached him slowly and gracefully. It was Esmeralda. She was dressed in the black cloak he had given her to cover herself with. Her hair floated behind her and appeared to glow in the low light. She stared at him with burning eyes as she came to a stop outside of his bath.

She held eye contact as she slowly cast his cloak to the floor, standing naked as Eve before him. The dim light could not hide the muscles of her legs, the curves of her breasts and hips, the lines of her neck, and her tiny waist. Esmeralda looked like a goddess before him with her flowing hair, glowing bare skin, and ethereal beauty. He held a hand out to her to and she took it. His heart pounded when her fingers touched his. She had never willingly allowed him to touch her before.

She had never initiated any sort of contact with him. Claude was surprised when she leaned over and brought his face up to hers. She stared at him with eyes that were full of fire, lowered her gaze to his lips, and pressed a quick kiss against them. Claude froze at the soft pressure of her mouth on his. She pulled back, playfully bit his lower lip, and gave a coquettish smile as motioned for him to kneel before her.

He brought himself on his knees before her, a willing supplicant to his goddess. She brought his head to rest against her abdomen and let out a moan of pleasure when he pressed his lips against her navel. Arousal started to course through his blood like molten lava.

He continued to kiss around her navel and over her rounded hips. Her abdomen started to undulate under his lips. His arousal only grew with every one of her moans and sighs. He fell lower on his knees to kiss her and caress her thighs. She tilted her head back in pleasure at his touch. She did not see when he brought his lips to what lay between them.

He pressed a tentative kiss against her womanhood. "Oh, Claude!" she moaned. He had never heard a sweeter sound from her and had dreamed of the day she moaned his. His goddess enjoyed it so he continued with kisses over her most secret of places

Oh God… how could you make something so beautiful yet make it forbidden for me? Could it be so wrong? Adam was alone so you made Eve as his companion. How could you forbid it if you made woman for man?

Esmeralda stopped him, pushed him back into the water with a splash, and joined him in the bath. Claude groaned when she put her legs on either side of his body and straddled him. Her raven hair covered them both and his body burned at the feeling of her skin flush against his.

Their lips met in a kiss of mutual passion. Before, he had always been the one kissing her. Now, she was kissing him. Her tongue invaded his mouth and wrapped around his. Her mouth tasted of spices and honey. They explored each other's mouths with great fervor.

He was even more surprised when he felt her start to slowly rock her hips against his burning manhood. He pulled away from their kiss to look up at her in wonder. She pouted her lower lip at him and pulled him back in to her kiss. She started to grind harder and faster against him.

Claude's breath caught in his throat as she started to caress him. She started with stroke his cheeks and neck, then down to his arms and chest. She gently touched the cut over his heart and those that lay scattered over his chest. She stopped her kiss to give him a look of pity. The girl trailed her fingers past them to caress his abdomen now, tickling the soft flesh.

Claude leaned back against the wall of the bath. Her caress was everything he had dreamed it would be. So gentle and soft. He reveled in her touch.

He gave a great moan when she suddenly wrapped her tiny hand around his burning length and guided him into her. Her head was thrown back and eyes were closed as she slowly sank onto him. Claude was overcome with the heavenly sensation of her sliding onto him and his length filling her tiny body so completely. They stayed like that for a moment until Esmeralda guided his hands to her hips and said, "Show me what to do".

And so he did.

He placed his hands on either side of her hips and raised her off of him ever so slightly and released, allowing for her to slide down on him again. He guided her a few more times until she pushed his hands away from her to take over. Claude wrapped a wet tendril of her hair around his fingers. It appeared to glow.

Waves of hot pleasure filled him as she moaned his name with every plunge of her body. Her moans and the sweet noises she made sounded like a song to him. A siren's song. His breathing became more erratic as he came closer to his climax.

"My love, what would you give for me?" the minx sighed at him.

"Everything. Take everything. Take my body, my soul, my life. All of it is yours. Just love me" the passion drunk man said to her.

She laughed at him as she continued her hypnotic movement. "Oh my love, that's what I always hoped you would say!".

Her lips fell on his once more. He was so lost in passion that he didn't notice the two hands that started to wrap around his throat.

She didn't stop her dance of passion and started to scream and moan his name even as she squeezed the life from him. His body exploded into her and she found her pleasure with him. The last thing he saw was a demon of fire smiling at him and screaming his name. And suddenly everything became black.

Claude awoke panting in a pool of sweat. He sat up and looked around him. He felt his heart beating in his chest. Esmeralda lay asleep next to him and was clearly not a demon of fire.

"It must have been a dream", he murmured to himself.