A/N: Warning. Rated M for explicit content. Reader discretion advised. ;)
Maybe it was because they hadn't been together in a while, since Esmeralda had found out about Frollo's secret.
Maybe it was because, during those days of separation, both had arrived to the conclusion that they would never get another chance of being together again, and so their reunion felt like a gift from the heavens above.
Or maybe, it was the fact that they had just come across the biggest realization of their lives, and pledged themselves to each other.
But something was different. Something had changed between them.
The other times they had been together, there were still some deep, hidden reservations. As if part of them knew there was still something standing between them, something that could break them apart.
But now everything had been laid out in the open. There were no more secrets, no more judgment. No more reservations.
Esmeralda felt liberated herself, but Frollo seemed a completely different man.
He was no longer afraid that she would turn her back on him, for she was there after having stared his worst demons in the face. So he didn't need to worry about giving an image, or acting a certain way. He was free… and it showed.
The way he was kissing her felt new and exciting. When they had been together before, Esmeralda had always been surprised at the amount of passion that his cold, composed figure held on the inside. Whatever lack of experience he had in the matter, he greatly compensated it with his raw, wild eagerness to be with her. It was like nothing she had experienced before, and yet… it paled in comparison to this new energy coming from him right now.
Before, she had felt on charge of the situation, like she held the ultimate power over their interactions. But now, she felt completely taken over by his lust, and she could only choose whether to surrender to it or not. It turned her on insanely.
Esmeralda felt the wall against her back, surprised that she hadn't been aware they were moving towards it. She broke the kiss to look at him, his dark silhouette against the brightness of the flames. The look on his face was also different, as if he knew that the power dynamic had changed and he was loving every second of it. Esmeralda felt her knees trembling and her lower belly pulsating with heat. Frollo pressed her further against the wall, trapping her body between his and the stone. She was able to feel his strong, hard body through his thick robes, specially the hardness between his hips. She gasped, unconsciously pressing herself against it, which drew a grunt from Frollo's chest.
He looked down on her lips, and she opened them slightly, ready to resume the kiss. But instead, he raised his thumb and softly stroked her lower lip, staring deeply into her eyes. She felt defenseless, at his mercy. She knew that there was nothing the judge couldn't do with her right now… and the worst part was, she was pretty sure he knew as well. It was criminal, and delicious.
Esmeralda tried to regain some control by taking him by surprise, and with a fast movement, she trapped Frollo's thumb between her teeth. The judge gasped, caught off guard. This encouraged her to go further, and she began to stroke his finger with the tip of her tongue. Frollo's eyes rolled up when he felt her warm, wet mouth enfolding his thumb, as it brought a series of sensations back from his memory. He couldn't help longing for that feeling somewhere else.
- Damn it, woman. - he cursed between his clenched jaws.
- What? - she asked innocently, letting his finger slip out of her mouth, where it laid resting upon her lip. - Do you want me to stop? - she asked, pretending to be concerned.
- Not in a million years, I don't. - Frollo replied quickly, grabbing her jaw and pulling her towards him.
His teeth captured her lower lip, and just like that, Esmeralda felt a surge of electric current through her whole body, losing all the power she had just managed to regain.
She let out a loud moan, as her legs began to fail, and she threw her arms around Frollo's neck to support her weight. Frollo's hands grasped her waist, once again pressing her against the hard wall so she would have nowhere to fall.
Esmeralda was losing it. She could feel her conscious mind drifting away rapidly, all her instincts taking over.
- Why don't we go upstairs now? - she begged, longing for the comfort of the bed where she would finally be able to abandon herself to pleasure.
- No. - Frollo denied, in between thirsty kisses. - Too far. - he murmured.
But he pulled from her arm to separate her from the wall, and he moved towards the big table.
Suddenly, he turned away from her and with an unexpected movement of his arm, he cleared one corner of the table, throwing everything to the ground where it crashed loudly.
- Claude! - Esmeralda yelled, horrified. - What are you…?
But she couldn't finish her sentence, for he turned to her immediately and with a swift movement, he lifted her from the ground and placed her on the table, sitting in front of him. Due to their height difference, now they were eye to eye.
- It matters not. - Frollo whispered, with his eyes fixed upon hers like a hungry predator.
So Esmeralda let go. She leaned forward and surrounded the judge's hips with her legs, squeezing her thighs so she could feel him better. Her hands reached for his neck, and her nails traced deep trails on his skin, which drove him absolutely mad.
He growled and pressed himself against her, his right hand traveled all the way up her spine to the back of her head, where his fingers intertwined with her curls, and he softly pulled from them. Esmeralda moaned again in response, which made him pull harder. She gasped, at the verge of pain, but that only turned her on more. She felt her opening drenched and palpitating, surprised at her own level of arousal when he hadn't even touched that area yet.
And he was dying to, but there was another stop in the way there, a favorite of his that he couldn't miss a visit to.
He hesitated for a moment, unsure if it was worth it to stop for a minute to take their clothes off. But the consuming craving for her was too impatient to wait that long. So, with his right hand still locked on her hair, his left hand pulled down the neck of her dress, to expose her cleavage. When she realized what he intended, Esmeralda shivered in anticipation, and her hands grabbed Frollo's neck, inviting him closer.
He traced a path of avid kisses down her neck, her clavicle and finally her breasts.
She closed her eyes, plunged into the cascade of sensations coming from her sensitive skin. Once again she could tell the difference between the other times they had been together and now. Before, Frollo had treated her body like it was a sacred thing, almost like she was made of glass and could shatter under his hands at any given moment. His passionate devotion was beautiful, but also maddening, for she could always feel his restraint, the way he always had a cold, conscious part of himself on, aware of his every move, making sure she knew it was respectful and appropriate.
But now that part seemed to have vanished into the abyss of the infinite trust between them. He no longer needed to prove anything to her, for she knew all there was to know. He could at last, succumb freely to his desires. And she was enjoying every bit of it.
Every stroke of his warm tongue, every suction from his lips, even the soft but tempting bites from his teeth, all the while his fingers running up and down her ribs and spine, creating burning waves thorough her entire skin. It was delicious, and she let her head fall back into his palm, in complete surrender.
She barely noticed his hands moving down, focused as she still was on the sensations his mouth was provoking on her chest. But when she felt the warmth of his skin between her thighs, she opened her eyes and noticed he had rolled up her skirt with one hand, and was keeping his robe up with his elbow.
Esmeralda raised her knees to hold the robes in place, and she pressed them against his waist to invite him closer. Her hands grabbed Frollo's tunic neck, and she pulled him closer to kiss him again.
The breath coming from his mouth was unusually hot, and she could only imagine the burning temperature of the blood in his veins. He drank from her lips, like an oasis in the desert.
Frollo was also feeling the difference between this time and all the others before. It wasn't just himself. She was completely out of control, wriggling inside his arms like a seductive serpent, her hands moving erratically across his skin, unable to decide where to settle, grabbing his shoulders, his arms, his neck, pulling from his head. Realizing he was having that effect on her almost drove him over the edge.
He moved away from her demanding lips, and forced her to look at him, still grabbing her hair from behind.
- Say it again. - he ordered, hoarsely.
She looked at him through the dense fog in her mind, struggling to regain some clarity. He noticed her confusion and with a very low, velvety voice, he whispered in her ear:
- Say you're mine.
Esmeralda felt another shiver down her spine. She had always considered herself a free spirit, never truly belonging anywhere, let alone anyone. She looked at other women with secret pity, for they lived completely subject to their husbands, only devoted to their house and children. Even among the gypsies, who were much more loose in their ways, once a woman got married, and they were usually very young when that happened, their lives were reduced to being a proper wife.
That's why she had never desired a husband or any kind of boundaries for her life. She was already the oldest single woman in her community, and not for the lack of trying from her friends and family. But she had promised herself not to ever settle down just to trade her freedom for security.
But this was different. It's not like she was giving up anything. Instead, she felt like she was conquering new territories, new parts of herself, all while realizing that she had never been the isolated being she thought herself to be. She indeed belonged with another human being… she just hadn't found him until now.
So it was a cry of liberation and euphoria to announce it out loud.
- I am yours. - she said, staring deep into his granite eyes.
Hearing those words sent Frollo definitely over the edge for good. With one single movement, he entered her as deep as her inside allowed.
Esmeralda screamed with surprise, but she felt no pain whatsoever. She was so wet that he just slid right in, though her walls were still tight, so they both felt the strong pressure. Her nails dug deep into his shoulders, as she threw him a warning glance.
- Too much? - Frollo asked, and though he seemed concerned, his tone also implied certain teasing mockery.
Esmeralda snorted, offended, and with a dark grin, she pulled him closer and whispered over his lips:
- Oh, I'll show you what too much looks like!
Then she began moving her hips back and forth, riding his hard manhood like she was swaying on a horse saddle.
Frollo gasped at the sudden intensity of his pleasure, it was almost too much for him to bear, but just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, she would slow down, give him a couple seconds to catch his breath, and resume her rhythm again. It was as if the gypsy could read his mind and knew perfectly when and how to move just to keep him on edge all the time. His whole body was shaking.
He grabbed her wrists, in an attempt to stop the overwhelming madness that was rushing over him like ocean waves.
- Too much? - Esmeralda asked with a triumphant smile.
The anger of his wounded pride took over his trembling body. He threw her a dark menacing look, and he pushed her back, laying her back on the table's surface. She looked at him indignated, but her wrists were trapped in his iron grip, so she was unable to resist. Her head hit the table, and she felt Frollo's other hand readjusting her hip, moving it closer to the edge of the table so he could get better access.
- You traitor. - she accused him, biting her lip.
- I thought… - he said, pushing himself inside of her again – that you needed...- he moved away slowly, intercalating his words in between his movements in and out. - a reminder… of who's in charge here.
The new posture allowed him to go even deeper, and she could feel his throbbing member hitting her cervix. She wanted to reply with a protest, but when she opened her mouth, only loud moans emerged from it.
- That's more like it. - Frollo approved, with a smug grin.
Esmeralda threw him a killing glance, but whenever she inhaled to try to say something, he would charge forward, ripping the air from her lungs in strangled pleasure screams.
The burning hate she was feeling towards her tormentor was paralleled by an overwhelming desire to give herself to him, to allow him the satisfaction of her surrender, granting him control over her entire body and soul. Those two forces fought a brutal battle inside her, a battle whose ferocity increased with every thrust from the judge, until she felt his movements and sounds become less controlled and more animalistic, and it pushed her over the brink of sanity.
She felt the upcoming wave of tingling, electric pleasure drawing near. Frollo's grip on her wrists was weakening, for all his strength was now focused on keeping up the pace of his thrusts. So Esmeralda managed to release her hands from his, and she grabbed his face, pulling him hard over her, demanding his mouth.
He obliged, placing both hands on each side of her head, and leaning forward to kiss her deeply. She sucked on his tongue avidly and a low groan reverberated on his chest.
Frollo moved his hip away, for he knew the ending was extremely close. He hadn't told her this, but he had been paying attention to her body signs to figure out her cycle, for he knew enough about the human body to understand that there were certain risks in allowing his seed to spill freely inside of her during some days. Risks that they hadn't discussed, and that he suspected neither of them was particularly eager to take.
- What are you doing? - she protested, feeling the sudden change of rhythm. She was also so close to reaching her climax, and wasn't ready to give that up.
- Being careful… - he explained short of breath, while leaning forward to resume their kiss.
But the gypsy sunk her heels into his lower back, pressing him back inside again.
- Don't. - she ordered firmly. - You are mine. - she stated, and her voice turned into a moan when she felt him hitting her deepest wall again. - I want what is mine. Give it to me. - she demanded.
The authority in her voice was what finally got him.
- You'll be the end of me, woman. - he grunted, but he allowed his primal instincts to take full control of his body, raising the frequency of his pounding until he felt the familiar, exquisite spasms coming from his core, and with a final scream of release, he joined her at the summit of ecstasy.
Whatever happened later, it would be tomorrow's problem.
Now, she was all that mattered to him.
And she was satisfied.