"You want me, don't you?"
Claude's eyes widened, "I don't know what you are talking about!" he stumbled back, "Leave me!"
"...You don't want that."
He crossed his arms over his frantically beating heart, turning on heel and squeezing his eyes shut furiously, "How do you know what I desire, witch?"
The figure crooned softly with a delighted sigh, "I know all of you, master." She appeared closely behind him, making Claude's neck hairs stand on end, the seductive heat rolling off her supple body washing over him like a luxurious dream, "Every--little--thing." She kissed his neck reverently. He shuddered.
"Please." he choked, clinging desperately to the last vestiges of restraint he possessed"Leave me!"
She swerved around to his front and pressed tantalizingly close to his side. He moaned.
"Oh, but Claude..." she whimpered, "Please let me help you." Her hands stretched lower, gliding firmly against the stiff fabric of his robes. Claude gasped, and in one lightening-quick movement clutched her fiery hand in a vice-like grip where it had strayed. Her fingers brushed against his inner thigh. Claude panted shakily, quivering, finding himself growing weak under the siren's intense gaze. This was damnation.
His eyes shut, and there was a hard pause. Claude heard nothing, not the gentle swish of fabric or the pattering of feet across the floor, but suddenly full, passionate lips were pressed heatedly against his own. Frollo's eyes shot open as his body lurched from the force of the attack. He felt his desire hotly against the heathen girl and his eyes rolled back helplessly. He let go...if only for a breath of a moment, and yet he dared not reach out.
The kiss was death--bright elation and horrible, burning flames that licked at his soul and swiftly sucked him in. He felt drowsy and weak as they parted, the demon's tongue licking his lips and smiling sinisterly, shoving him violently against the wall. Frollo let out gasp of surprise, a look of horror slowly transforming his face. He clutched his chest and bowed his head as she approached. He slid down the stone wall, curling within himself.
Frollo shook, "Mea culpa, Pater." The tears that had been building up within him over-flowed in steady streams down his anguished face as the fiery specter bent and kissed his salty eyelids shut, "Mea culpa!"