A week later, Brother Martin married us in a small chapel in the cathedral. Until now I thought I couldn't have been happier. But that I was officially Quasimodo's wife ... was just amazing. I stood with Quasimodo hand in hand in the small side chapel of Notre Dame, Brother Martin in front of us in a white robe and the Bible in hand. I was wearing a plain white dress that we had bought just before the wedding. Quasimodo had received a black shirt and so the three of us stood here and held the marriage ceremony. After I said yes, the kiss came and I fell over Quasimodo's neck, overjoyed. With the blessing of the Lord we returned to the tower to make it our love nest. We had longed to be close to each other and I was overjoyed to officially be able to share the bed with them. He lifted me in his strong arms when we reached the north tower and carried me to the bed. There he laid me down and I held out my arms to him. He leaned over me and kissed me demanding. That kiss melted me away. I thought I was in one of my too real dreams that I never wanted to wake up from. Quasimodo lay over me and caressed my neck and the crook of my neck with his lips, which made me get up with a groan. For my part, I felt for his pants. He gasped when I felt his lump. He looked at me again with that look that made him appear so human. I would give anything if he always looked at me that way. His hands cupped my breasts and kneaded them while I slowly straightened up and he suddenly backed away.

"What are you going to do?" He asked.

"Trust me," I said, winking at him. I made sure that I was now on top of him and began to take off his pants. I wanted to give him a new, unforgettable experience. As his trousers slid to the floor next to the bed, I slid back until I was eye to eye with his phallus. He was already standing straight up.

Quasimodo stared at Regina, who seemed to be studying his phallus more closely. He was kind of embarrassed and he felt heat rush into his face. But when she lowered her head and her mouth pulled over him, Quasimodo held his breath briefly. It seemed to him that another consciousness was trying to take possession of him. Was it what Regina had attacked on her return trip from Reims? Quasimodo didn't want to think about it, but he didn't want this other consciousness to hurt her again either. He put a hand on her shoulder.

"Regina ... wait.", He gasped.

"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing. Don't worry. Don't think. Just enjoy," said Regina, when she let go of him for a moment. But then she continued immediately. Her mouth slid up and down on him and Quasimodo felt the ever increasing pressure that heralded itself in his lumbar region. His head, in which there was usually always such great chaos, concentrated only on this feeling that was becoming more and more intense. Then his head suddenly went blank and he gasped loudly as it poured into Regina's mouth. In several spurts his sperm splashed into her mouth and Regina tried bravely to swallow it but it was just too much. She finally let go of him and 2 more attacks hit her body. Like the first time in Reims.

In the Middle Ages there was hardly any hygiene, which made it easy for diseases to gain a foothold. Fortunately, the church was one of those institutions that, like the royal family, placed a little more emphasis on cleanliness. Therefore, contrary to what I expected, there was no unpleasant smell from Quasimodo's cock when I put it in my mouth. His semen also didn't taste totally unpleasant or was an unusual color. That made me quite a bit easier, since I knew hygienic conditions considerably different from those in the Middle Ages. I sat in front of Quasimodo, who was still looking at me foggedly from the climax and gasped for air. When it comes to fellatio, I always give everything, I try hard until my stamina is at its limit. All the work on him was of course not without consequences for me. I crawled up to him on all fours and asked, "Will you help me?"

It took Quasimodo a moment before he nodded at me and I turned my back on him so he could help me out of my dress. As soon as I was completely undressed, Quasimodo pressed me back onto the bed.

"Wait ..." I started when he was about to turn around.

"What?" He asked a little indignantly.

Embarrassed, I lowered my eyes: "I want to ...", then I fixed him, "Look at you."

Quasimodo, for his part, now backed away: "I don't think that's a good idea."

I got up and grabbed the hem of his shirt with both hands.

"Really, I love you the way you are. We are now married and we should get to know every facet of each other." I said and took off his shirt, although he resisted it, "You are beautiful to me, like that how you are."

I sat on his lap. Quasimodo didn't understand what I was up to until I grabbed his cock and placed him in my grotto, which was already so hot and humid.

When I let my pelvis down on him I saw this astonishment in his gaze, mixed with the excitement that his penetration evoked. I groaned loudly as he filled me completely.

I heard Quasimodo gasping: "What are you doing? We are not allowed to!"

"In my time women are also allowed to take on the active part.", I said and winked at him, "Besides, nobody has to know!"

Then I propped myself up on Quasimodo's shoulders, he cupped my hips to give me additional support and then I slowly began to move my pelvis up and down.

"Quasimodo ... do you like ... that?" I asked him in the meantime. Quasimodo sat up and nodded to what I understood as "yes" and increased the pace a bit. He gasped, I moaned louder and felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest. The heat inside of me became more and more unbearable. My grotto screamed for redemption, but I wanted to delay it as long as possible. I shifted my weight a bit, changed my rhythm, and got faster again. We gasped and moaned louder and louder until I noticed that he was starting to twitch inside of me. Quasimodo seemed to watch me fascinated the whole time and I decided to do the same, we reached the climax at the same time and could watch how the other's face suddenly relaxed and the pupils dilated in the intoxication. In my final twitches, I let my head sink onto Quasimodo's chest and tried to catch my breath.