In this Chapter there will be a Sex scene described. You have been warned! :)

Quasimodo stood there a little lost at first, until he then could decide to follow Regina. He ignored Hannah and Jasmine's looks. His heart was beating a little faster when he entered the guest room. Regina stood by the window and looked out.

"Is something wrong?" He asked worriedly.

"No, it's just that ... I get in my own way sometimes," she said after turning to face him.

"Why?" Asked Quasimodo.

"Actually ... I'm a shy person. Otherwise I might have told you the truth in my time," she said, embarrassed.

"At least you said it.", Quasimodo replied.

"You know ... I can dissapear anytime," she began, "I don't know if it makes sense to go any further."

"If I have learned one thing from past events, it is this: Make sure that you don't regret anything in the end," said Quasimodo.

Regina looked at him in silence for a long time until she stormed up to him and hugged him. Her whole body began to shake and Quasimodo realized that she was crying.

He put one hand on her hip and the other caressed her head soothingly.

I did not know, what I should do. I loved Quasimodo. So much so that it hurt. For a moment I didn't want to think about what was dividing us. Just a moment ... I sobbed and clutched his shirt as if afraid of losing him. Quasimodo stroked my head soothingly. I looked up at him and decided to put aside all my thoughts and fears. I just wanted to be close to him. Then nothing. I lifted my head and wiped the tears from my face. I looked at him long and hard: "I want to ..." I began,

"Me too.", Quasimodo said and pressed me to him. His hands wandered along my broad hips to my back, over my shoulders. Then he stopped. It looked like he was unsure what to do. I smiled at him and said, "Don't worry, we'll do everything step by step."

I took his right hand and placed it on my chest. I sighed delightfully at the touch alone. Quasimodo eyed me skeptically and asked: "Is that a good thing?"

"Yes, don't worry. Everything that happens is normal and wanted." I said and then demonstrated to him what he had to do with his hand. Circular and kneading movements. He copied everything I showed him and proved to be a docile student. I felt a tingling sensation build up in my abdomen and wondered if he was feeling the same. My hand automatically slipped into his crotch to check for myself. Quasimodo paused and looked at me in surprise. My other hand slipped to my lips. I wanted to indicate to him that everything was okay and my hand went exploring. Of course, the bulge that had already formed in his pants was anything but small and therefore not to be overlooked. I started to untie his pants with both hands. Quasimodo paused and let me do it. He seemed to trust me and I was very honored. In the Middle Ages there were no belts to hold the trousers in place, but the trousers were pulled through with laces at the waistband and knotted. In that respect, undressing was much faster here. His pants were already sliding down his legs to the floor and I then got rid of his underpants. And then his limb almost jumped towards me, the size of which I had never personally seen anywhere in a person. Larger than a standard banana in any case.

Quasimodo took a shocked step back when my hand briefly touched its tip.

"Don't worry, I know what to do," I said.

Quasimodo looked a little ashamed. I put my hand under his chin and asked, "Will you help me open the dress?"

Quasimodo nodded to me and I turned my back on him. Then I felt him set to loosen the strings on my back that held the dress and my breasts in place. Quasimodo needed a little longer for this, he was not used to fine-tuning but rather for the rough. When my dress slipped down my body, I turned to Quasimodo, naked as I was. It seemed to both of us to be a bit embarrassing, after all, neither of us had the ideal body measurements. But I quickly got over that feeling and took his hand and led him to the bed. I lay down on it and motioned him to lie down next to me. He reluctantly complied and I felt a certain excitement rising inside me. Again I gestured to show him what to do. First he should kiss me, while he also grabbed my breasts with both hands. My heartbeat quickened as he then slid his lips down my neck and the bend of the neck. My breath went faster and came more and more in spurts. I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, my feelings for Quasimodo had been buried in me for too long. Then I gave Quasimodo access to my most holy place. My grotto was already so hot and humid that it was waiting for him longingly. Quasimodo jerked back briefly in surprise, due to the wetness that awaited him there.

"Don't worry. It won't hurt you.", I said with a smile and showed him scratching movements that he should do with his hand. The first attempt was already the complete success. I reared up with a groan. Quasimodo asked worried: "Did I hurt you?"

I shook my head. Then I nodded to him, he saw this as confirmation to continue. He varied the pace and seemed to register where my reaction was most intense and then lingered a little longer. I moaned more and more and my body twitched uncontrollably under his caresses.

Quasimodo felt Regina's body getting hotter and hotter and how she began to twitch. He felt her plus race. Her body might not be as delicate as other women in Paris, but he didn't mind. He was anything but perfect, why should it be his partner? The slight misalignment of her teeth was nothing compared to his. Your love handles were lush but soft, so there was no reason for him to complain either. Her face screwed up as if in pain, but Regina had promised to pinch him if he really hurt her. So he went ahead and did what she had shown him. Suddenly she reared up and clutched the bedspread. It looked like she was holding her breath for a moment before sinking back onto the mattress. She was breathing heavily and seemed to fix Quasimodo with her gaze.

It took a while before she was able to speak again.

"That was Le petit mort.", Said Regina then and let her hand wander back to his phallus. That gave him another pleasant shiver that went through his whole body. Suddenly he heard Frollo's voice in his head that said: "Unclean thoughts!"

He winced, startled and Regina looked at him confused: "What's going on?"

Quasimodo looked her in the eye for a long time, then shook his head and kissed her. He still felt a bit awkward about it, but he never thought that he would ever get the pleasure of kissing a woman. That was the highest of emotions for him, although Regina had explained to him that there was more. Quasimodo was of course not ignorant and enlightened about how children come about. However, he would not even have dared to dream to experience it himself. Regina's hand slipped back to his phallus and this time he managed to silence his thoughts. He enjoyed her touch and the tingling that grew stronger in his midst. A pressure built up in him that absolutely had to be discharged. Regina's hand moved up and down his phallus, faster and faster, until he gasped and finally the pressure suddenly released.

A pressure built up in me too, which was almost unbearable. I wanted to feel him inside me, but first I wanted to do him the favor he had done me before. I wanted to give him his first orgasm with my hand. It was starting to degenerate into work, working up and down its entire length, but as I accelerated the pace I could feel it getting hotter and hotter and finally, as it got rock hard, the sperm just squirted out of it in several loads some of which also met me. The face he made when he orgasm was so human it almost made me lose my mind. Quasimodo in front of me was breathing heavily and didn't seem to understand what he had just experienced.

"Le petit mort." I repeated.

Quasimodo looked at me a bit startled, he had hit me from top to bottom. Some semen had even landed in my hairline.

"You don't have to be ashamed of yourself. I can do something like that too." I said with a wink.

"Really?" Asked Quasimodo.

"Yes, if you do it right. Now we come to the main act.", I said and first showed him that he had to get between my legs. He followed it up a little shyly. I slid a little closer to him until I felt his penis, which was still hard despite the orgasm a few moments ago, against my grotto.

"You hold him just as tight, and then you push your hips out as far as you can," I explained, showing him what to do.

Quasimodo nodded a little hesitantly, but then complied. I will probably never forget the moment in my life when it penetrated me. I felt like I was in 7th heaven. It was so hot and hard and filled me so wonderfully that I thought I was going to pass out of happiness. I grabbed his arms as he penetrated me and groaned loudly. Until then I had been able to hold back, but that was over now. Quasimodo lingered a moment before I nodded to him and he knew what to do. I didn't have to explain it to him, he instinctively did the right thing. He moved his hips back and forth slowly. But I had the feeling that he was holding back.

"What about you? Don't you like it?" I asked.

"It's just ... that you're looking at me ..." he said shyly. That was kind of cute of him

"I said I don't mind," I said. But I saw his look and I knew how uncomfortable it was for him that I could look at him. I sighed heavily, slid back a little so that he slipped out of me, then turned my back on him. Kneeling on the bed, I now crouched in front of him.

"Sorry," he said guiltily before penetrating me again. Again the feeling hit me like lightning. I reared up and groaned as he began to thrust into me. More and more, faster and faster. Lust had completely overwhelmed us both. I groaned more and more, but tried to keep it as quiet as possible, after all we weren't alone in the house. Quasimodo's thrusts got stronger and stronger, he pushed me forward until I clung to the bed head post. Our moans mingled with each other and finally I felt my muscles jerk around him. The orgasm overwhelmed us both like a huge tidal wave. Exhausted, we sank side by side on the bed mattress and first had to catch our breath.

After a while I said, "I don't dare step out of the room like this." My body was still full of its sperm splashes.

"I'll get dressed and ask if you can take a bath.", Quasimodo said and slowly got up. He put his pants and underpants back on. He had not allowed me to take off his shirt during our lovemaking and I had resolved not to do anything that was uncomfortable for him.