So I wasn't planning on writing a second installment, but for some strange reason, I really like this pairing. They're fun to work with since they're such an odd couple. Crack pairings ftw!
I dedicated a lot more time to this than I should have. I planned on having this done in July, but I had a writing explosion and pretty much revised/rewrote half the chapter. Hard parts were attempting to keep Mr. Creeper Butt in character without putting any head canons into play. Hnnhg the pain. Still, it was totally worth it.
It's pretty rare for me to write a follow up so do I hope ya'll enjoy it.
Dajex's eyes fluttered open as the warm rays of dawn danced upon her tranquil visage. The blazing light stung the young girl's exhausted eyes and she turned her head awry whilst the sun bathed the guest-chamber with a heavenly glow. Her body felt stiff and heavy; the aches from her battle wounds worsened over the night. Outside the stained glass window chimed the faint sounds of chirping birds, and the dull clop of horse hooves trotting over the cobblestones. This day was new, but the past night had not been forgotten.
Beneath the girl lay an exhausted and satisfied looking Frollo. His dark eyes pinned on her drowsy face. He woke a few moments earlier and silently watched his ward wake.
"Good morning, my lady," he greeted, followed by a gentle kiss on the girl's lips. Only then did Dajex recall her last confession. She pulled away from the minister.
"Good night," she replied pulling the dark red covers over her face and nuzzling into Frollo's neck. It was too early for pillow talk, and she was much too sore to get out of bed.
The judge smirked at her response and combed through her messy bed head with his slender fingers. Even exhausted, she still held a delicate, feminine charm.
"I have to leave, Dajex. I must attend my judicial duties," he spoke.
"I'll attend your judicial duties if you say her," she joked, kissing his neck. Frollo wrapped his arms around the girl's waist as she teased him with her soft lips. "I don't want you to leave," she whispered in his ear, coaxing him with her tender voice.
"As alluring as you are my dear, I have an obligation to the city and to the church. I cannot ignore my responsibilities," he stated, edging away from her.
"An old dog and no new tricks," she cattily replied. "You can't take a day off," she mewled.
"You could come with me if you wish."
Dajex shot Frollo a patronizing expression.
"Let's see, Judge Claude Frollo, the high authority of Paris, strolling around the city with a strange, foreign woman. I'm sorry if I'm missing something, but how does that look to you?"
Frollo sneered at her snarky remark, but she was right. He couldn't be seen with Dajex, lest his authority be compromised.
"Regardless, it wouldn't harm you to get out of bed," he spat, vexed by her sarcastic tone.
"Yeah…I'm gonna go with no. I'm extremely sore from my run in with those Heartless last night and our little 'confession' didn't make my wounds any better," she replied, rolling over to the edge of the mattress.
"Heartless?" Frollo questioned. Dajex's stomach sunk.
"Heart…less…thugs," she replied slowly, attempting to cover her previous comment. She had momentarily forgotten Frollo was not a member of the Organization. Frollo stared at her awkwardly, wondering what she meant by "heartless."
At that moment, the hauntingly beautiful rhythmic chimes of Notre Dame rang through the city. Dajex raised her head and listened to the chilling melody, confused by the sudden interruption. While she lay distracted, Frollo roughly removed the covers, exposing her fragile skin to the cool air in the chamber. She cut a sharp, fierce glare at the judge. Her brown eyes shone like daggers.
"You're one evil son of a bitch," she growled, shivering from the sudden exposure. She sat up to gather the sheets, but was intercepted by Frollo's lips upon her neck. With one swift motion the judge had her pinned facedown on the mattress. His fingers glided down her back, gently pressing against her tender muscles. He gently kneaded his palms against her raw shoulders, eventually forcing a small whimper out the girl's mouth. Dajex relaxed.
As the sound of the bells wavered so did Frollo's touches. His hands slipped away from her and searched for his clothing that was strewn across the chamber.
"Dajex, I'll leave you in the care of the guards until I return. Stay in the palace for now. I will return later this evening," he stated, quickly dressing himself.
Dajex mumbled her response into the mattress and fell comatose on the bed. The sunlight sparkled in her hair and a peaceful expression rested upon her glowing face. Frollo covered her with the bed sheets, glimpsing her serene face. She looked like an innocent lamb, though he knew very well here pleasant disposition was a mere illusion. Beneath her sheepish exterior lies a wolf. Frollo smirked as he thought about her unholy actions the past night. He kissed her cheek before exiting the bedroom, leaving his little lamb at rest in the chamber.
A few hours past and Dajex stirred from her slumber. She slowly slipped out of the bed and into her tattered Organization uniform. She stumbled towards the door and exited the room only to be abruptly meet by Phoebus who was patrolling the hallway.
The captain stared incredulously at her pitiful form. Small bruises and bite marks adorned her neck, which he knew were not part of her previous injuries. She looked like she had gone through Hell with the judge, and Phoebus felt terrible for not being able to aid the poor girl. He wished to console her.
"Dajex, I am so sorry this happened to you," he weekly blurted out.
Dajex rubbed her eyes and yawned.
"Yeah, that's nice Phoebus. Where's the washroom?"
Her brush off took Phoebus aback. Surly Dajex was simply covering her true emotions. No woman would be that calm after being abused in such a violent manor.
"Dajex I know you're acting brave, but what Frollo did to you is simply unforgivable."
"Acting brave?" Dajex thought. Boy did he have his wires crossed.
It was then Phoebus noticed the larger marks on Dajex's neck. His heart sank.
"Dajex, please, what did he do to you? You look exhausted."
"You really want me to talk about it," she asked begrudgingly.
"Of course," he responded, concerned for the girl's wellbeing. He could never forgive the minister for his cruel behavior.
"Honestly, he was better than I expected. I didn't think a guy his age had it in him. Man, does he know his way around a woman. Now, about that washroom."
Phoebus's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe what spilled out of the girl's mouth.
"D-down the hall, t-the last door on the right," he answered tersely.
"Thanks, Phoebus," she smiled, patting him on the shoulder.
Phoebus watched the girl disappear into the hall, not believing what he just heard. Frollo was the very last person on earth who would "know his way around a woman." Phoebus cringed at the thought. Then again, Frollo harbored captured gypsies in the palace long before Phoebus was born and was fraudulent for just as long. Who, other than God, knew of what the minister was truly capable of? His stomach churned at the thought of the girl wishing for Frollo to defile her flesh. She had to be joking.
As Dajex sauntered through the hallway, twisted thoughts invaded her mind. Frollo had only been gone for a few hours, but she already craved more of the judge's stimulating strokes. A niche above her collarbone was especially irritating, and she knew that Claude was the only one who could satisfy her. His living, beating heart made her feel more alive than she ever felt around the Nobodies. She shyly bit her lip, yearning for his skillful hands.
Eventually, Dajex arrived at the end of the hall and faced the small wooden door to the washroom. The palace was much larger than she had imagined, and she felt fatigued from walking the distance. She couldn't wait to sit down in a bath and relax. Eagerly, Dajex pulled the handle, ready to cleanse her weary body.
The bath chamber was smaller than she expected, considering the architecture of the rest of the palace. Then again, this World was not the most advanced world the Organization was assigned to infiltrate, and she could tell that bathing was not a regular activity. Dajex ran the bath water and undressed from her tattered Organization uniform. She'd need to request another jacket when she reported back to Saix.
Steam rapidly filled the small room, creating a sauna effect in the poorly ventilated chamber. Dajex, finally retaining a sense of security, dropped her last article of clothing on the floor. She readily stepped into the warm water, feeling a sting each time the liquid invaded one of her fresh wounds. She looked down at her skin, unable to tell where the heartless wounds ended and where Frollo's began. She gradually sat down in the water, ignoring the pain, and took a moment to mediate upon her last day in La Cité des Cloches.
Six weeks had past since the incident at Castle Oblivion. Dajex and Axel were the only members relived of their traitor status, leaving her first Organization 'lover' to rot in the ruins of the castle. Marluxia was a catch for her, for he was newer a Nobody with residual Somebody-like emotions. Yet Marluxia was now lost in darkness, cast away by the key bearer, and Dajex remained in limbo with the remaining Organization members.
Her mind then wandered to Frollo, the first Somebody she met since her entrance into the Organization. He was different then the Nobodies she had grown accustomed to. His rage, passion, and empathy were all real. It was a welcomed change to the forced, fake emotions that Nobodies expressed. He could feel emotions, and Dajex wondered how he felt about her. She knew love was much too strong a word for his trance, but passion and desire fit the description quite well. Frollo was obviously one of the evil humans she learned about. He held potential of becoming into a strong heartless, and Dajex could only imagine how much his heart raced over her. How he longed to embrace her and make love to her emotionless void. Ironic, a man of such solidified faith could be so easily cohered into loving nothing. Humans were always some of the weakest Somebodies.
Dajex sank further into the water allowing the warm liquid to engulf her. No matter what happened on this mission, she would have to return to the World that Never Was eventually. The last thought plaguing her mind was whether Frollo would allow her to leave. Survey said no.
This day in Paris seemed brighter than the past few in the winter months. The sun was high, the air crisp, and the people abnormally peaceful. Even the ill-omened carriage of Judge Claude Frollo seemed less doting than years prior, but not enough to pull him out from the grip of the citizen's hit list.
A man of such a high position held a great power over the citizens, and they all told stories of his wrath. The gossip circle knew him as a hypocrite, the gypsies knew him as a murderer, and the authority saw a cruel man with corruption seeping from his very breath. Frollo, however, did not take much notice of his public reputation. No matter how hated he was, he knew his underlings would follow his orders regardless of how grotesque or questionable. That was the kind of hold he had over the city. Fear was his greatest ally. Still, this beautiful day even seemed to lighten the judge's generally foul mood, though it was immodest thoughts that raised his head high.
The day was typical. Imprisoning the common thieves and criminals of Paris's lower sectors, accusing treason to one of his council members, and even a private execution scheduled for later that week. Lunch was uneventful, as usual, though as Quasimodo recited his alphabet, "D" only brought one thought to his distorted mind. He wished to return to the palace and embrace the beautiful flower, Dajex. He could hear her sweet, tender, voice ring in his ears, calling, begging and pleading for him to satisfy her every perverse craving.
All day he plotted, imagining devious ways of claiming her. He longed to stare into her trusting eyes as he drove her into madness, making her beg and scream for him to fulfill her every desire. Last night, he was generous, allowing her a few moments of control due to her injuries. Now, she had a day of rest, and he could let his usually calm demeanor slip away into darkness. He subconsciously licked at his dry lips, hoping to taste any remnants of her delectable juices. His palms perspired as he fantasized ripping her clothing off, exposing her succulent breasts. How ecstatic he was to find those old gypsy garments before he left. The lieutenant should be delivering the robes to her now.
"Excuse me, miss?" a voice echoed in the hallway. Dajex shook her head abruptly, forcing her mind back to reality.
"Um, yes?"
"Minister Frollo requested me to deliver your new attire. Shall I leave it in the hallway for you?"
"Sure, that'll be fine," she replied, puzzled as to what he meant by "attire." She waited for the guard's footsteps to falter before she investigated.
Cautiously, Dajex pushed the door open. She whipped her head left and right, scouting the hall like a wary sparrow. Her gaze fell towards the floor where she noticed the aforementioned garments. She swallowed a lump in her throat when she realized how the rest of her night would play out.
Frollo returned late that evening after hunting down a few vermin in the city. Though normally exhausted from his daily tasks, the thought of what lie in wait within the palace walls kept his heart ablaze. His toothy grin shone bright in the dimly lit citadel, wondering how delectable his concubine appeared in her new wardrobe. As eager as he was to see her in her new clothing, he was even more eager to rip them off her.
Waiting at the edge of the doorway was the very last member of his court he wished to see. That arrogant bastard, Phoebus, who Frollo knew was persuading Dajex to shun him. Though he couldn't accuse Phoebus of a crime, he was ready to bang the hammer at any slip up. Now would be the opportune moment to kill two birds with one stone.
"Good evening, minister Frollo," Phoebus spat out reluctantly. How he despised calling that twisted bastard by such a high title.
"Captain," Frollo began, growling out his words. "I need you to fetch the lady, Dajex. She will be accompanying me to dinner this evening."
Phoebus's heart rang loud in his chest. He could only imagine what torture the judge would submit her to if they were left alone again. He felt helpless in this situation, for if he disobeyed Frollo, it was his own head he'd have to worry about.
"Yes, sir," he jadedly stated before disappearing down the hall.
Frollo watched the golden armored captain ominously, mentally jabbing him with the knife he hid in his robes. That internal rage of hatred and jealousy burned deep within his heart, but he'd be able to unwind soon enough. A vision of loveliness would soon grace him with her presence, and then the night would belong to them.
Phoebus hurried down the maze of hallways until he reached Dajex's chamber. His entire body was drenched in a cold sweat and he pondered how to spare the fair maiden this deadly confrontation. Dajex was playing with fire and Phoebus knew she would eventually get burned. He could barely stand knowing the cruelty Frollo would yield unto her flesh.
With a heavy thud Phoebus knocked on the door of her temporary quarter.
"Dajex, Frollo wishes for you to meet him in the dining room." Phoebus's tone was as weighty as his knocks.
The door opened before a response, and the captain was awestruck at what lie on the other side of the threshold. The girl was dressed in an array of elegant fabrics and colors. The clothing itself was simple, common of the time. Yet after viewing the strange attire Dajex adorned the night before, this outfit was much more suitable to her figure. A black corset, of all things; such a simple addition accentuated the girl's smooth curves. Her blouse was a deep crimson that drew great attention to her bronze skin. A skirt of the same color, lined with a black lace flowed just above her ankles. The last simple detail was a black, leather choker. The plain material was wrapped around her neck, and a subtle sapphire pendant hung just above her breast. The contrasting color, which matched one of Frollo's rings, tied in the alluring wardrobe. Phoebus couldn't help but commend the judge's exotic taste.
"Judge Frollo is back?" Dajex asked with a glimmer of excitement in her voice.
"Yes, I've been instructed to take you to the dining room."
"Alright," she responded, shying her head away.
Phoebus guided Dajex through the labyrinth of hallways, eventually leading her to an unexplored area of the place. They came to a pair of oak wood doors engraved with elegant, gothic-style carvings. The captain hesitated for a moment, knowing full well what was to become of Dajex if he opened the portal. A predator lie in wait on the other side, and he felt it too cruel to send her into the fray. However, he could not disobey the judge; such a trying test this was. Gingerly, Phoebus opened the doors, gesturing for the lady, Dajex, to pass through. He watched her carefully, his mind unsettled, as he followed in pursuit.
Frollo stood eagerly in front of an elongated mahogany table, riled by his ambitions.
"Ah, Dajex, good evening," Frollo began creeping towards her. "You look absolutely ravishing," complementing her alluring outfit. He knew she would look stunning in those old garments, but he was quite taken with how well the attire shaped her.
"Thank you Captain," Frollo nodded, pressing Phoebus away with his eyes.
"Yes, sir," Phoebus acknowledged, growling out his reply. The captain closed the door behind him, unwillingly sending-off Frollo with his lady of the evening.
"Come now my dear, sit. You must be famished," Frollo coaxed, leading the girl towards the dining table.
"I am rather hungry," she admitted. Dajex forgot she hadn't eaten since prior to her mission.
The table was lined with an assortment of rare fruits, breads and meats. The scents pooled together in an appetizing fragrance. Dajex's stomach suddenly wrenched from hunger.
Frollo pulled out a chair and gestured for her to take the seat. Dajex was taken by his gentlemanly gesture, not accustom to such formalities in the Organization. Casually, she sat down with the judge lurking behind her. Frollo positioned his hands on her bare shoulders. Her soft tender skin felt like silk beneath his fingertips. Her intoxicating scent filled his nostrils and sparked his thoughts with a candid lust. "Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels."
"Judge Frollo," Dajex shyly spoke, disturbed by the minister's sensual touches. Frollo quickly slipped out of his trance.
"My apologies, Dajex. You're…simply ravishing in those robes," he complemented, taking the seat opposite her.
"Why, thank you," she replied, smirking.
Frollo watched her, shunning back a grin of his own. He had been waiting all day to return to his concubine. His heart pounded thinking about the plans he had in store.
The two sat silently as they enjoyed the meal place before them. Frollo kept his old eyes locked on his ward. He could hardly withstand the sight of her. Every small motion she made ignited his aged body with the vitality of a younger man. One thing he did notice, other than her body, was that she was avoiding the wine; something he had picked out specifically for her. In the past, he had lured women into his web with the ancient elixir, placing a special concoction in the beverage and claiming them whilst they slept. Now, however, he had genuinely selected a special brand that was only meant for the lips of royalty and the almighty. Though she seemed nothing more than a harlot, he felt she was worth the high quality drink.
"Dajex," Frollo spoke. His tone was hard and rustic. Dajex halted her assault on the food. Though she attempted to play it cool with the minister across from her, the whole while she fantasized rolling around in the delicacies Frollo placed in front of her.
"Yes, Judge Frollo?"
"I see you have yet to partake in the wine," he said, gesturing to the chalice at her right. Honestly, Dajex hadn't noticed the enticing elixir for she was diligently focused on the food, but she didn't care to irritate her host. She had plans for him later that evening and did not wish to rouse his anger, at least not yet.
She took the cup in her hand and placed the metal against her lips. The smooth, bitter liquid raced over her tongue, and the aged fragrance of grapes streamed through her nose. She had to admit, it was exquisite.
"How is it, my dear?" Frollo asked.
"It's good."
"Aged twenty-five years. Fermented in a vineyard near the town of Versailles," the minister bragged.
"Twenty-five? Really?"
"Yes," the judge responded.
"You know, that's not the oldest I've had," Dajex spoke sensually, sipping the wine again.
"Really?" Frollo questioned, intrigued by her tone.
"Yes. See, I've always had a craving for older specimens," she began, rising from her seat. "Something about the taste, the scent, and the experience of the grapes ripens and develops with age." By this time, she had made it around to Frollo's side of the table.
"And you know, the same rules apply to men," she teased cocking her head as she seductively eyed the minister. She reached out to him, lightly touching his boney cheek with her palm.
"Like wine, men get better with age. They become more than they were at ten or twenty…or twenty-five," she whispered, tracing Frollo's dry lips beneath fingers. Frollo swallowed a lump in his throat, nervous and excited by the girl's word play.
"The taste, the feeling and the experience of an older man is by far superior than a younger one," she cooed, crawling on the minister's lap.
"And right now, I'm craving something mature."
Frollo's sunken eyes stalked the girl's seductive motions, baffled by her bold ambitions. Such a lovely, yet deadly flower she was; a woman of both fastidious and frenzied sexual taste. Intrigued by her commanding actions, the judge relaxed in his chair, curious to see what her retort entailed.
Dajex straddled his lap, grinding voraciously. She pressed her chest against his, forcing the judge back between the hard, wooden chair and her hungry, insatiable body. She rhythmically rocked her hips, sensing the minister's erection swell beneath his robes. Moaning silently, she teased Frollo. Her delicate lips drenched with arousal.
All day her mind wandered back to the minster's carnal nature. She longed to have him inside her, once again feeling his rapid heartbeat consume her receptive shell.
Frollo's mouth was dry and his breathing shallow. Sweat dripped down his neck. Dajex rolled her hips against him, locking her eyes on his weary face. His heart pounded nervously as he stridently observed the girl's tantalizing motions. She appeared as she did the night before. Her bronze cheeks painted a soft red and her eyes clouded with an aching lust.
Dajex's hands slithered down his body, massaging his shuddering muscles. Her slick tongue traced the tip of his ear before exploring his neck. She kissed at his artery, feeling his ignited heartbeat pulse into her lips. Her hands finally rested over his thighs, and she curiously groped him. Frollo griped as she toyed with his forming erection.
Sliding off the minister's lap, Dajex knelt on the floor, positioning herself between his legs. Frollo's nostrils flared with anticipation while Dajex delicately massaged his hips. She slipped her hands beneath his robes, allowing greater access to Frollo's evident hard-on. She rubbed his inner thighs, much like he did her back that very morning. The judge gripped his armrests when she finally fondled his burning member. Dajex toyed with his pulsing rod before coaxing it out with her fingertips. She playfully sucked on his shaft, gradually working her tongue around his length. Her lips raised to the tip, and with one last breath, Dajex slipped him down her throat.
The minister's breathing faltered as Dajex egged him inside her mouth. Her tongue was especially attentive, lapping the underside of his tender skin. Every gentle suck tugged at Frollo's sanity, pushing him in a downward spiral to the edge of lunacy. He graciously calmed his muscles, allowing Dajex more control. Frollo's willingness stimulated Dajex's procedures. She sucked harder, vehemently attempting to tame the minister and force him to plead for her tongue.
Just as Frollo was to cede his reason and desperately fall to the brink of madness, a loud banging sounded through the chamber. Dajex halted, petrified like a deer at the end of a rifle. Frollo's eyes widened, horrified that his sins would be discovered. Dajex plotted escape, but the click of the door handle caused her to freeze beneath the table. Captain Phoebus abruptly barged through the entrance, unaware of what he was disrupting. Dajex, in an ingenious panic, covered herself beneath Frollo's judicial robes. Frollo quickly regained his composure before Phoebus reached the end of the table.
"This better be important, Captain," he angrily groaned, upset that his dinner was interrupted.
"Of course sir. I was wondering where the lady Dajex had gotten off. I haven't seen her for a few hours and with her injuries I'm worried she may not be entirely safe," Phoebus lied.
Before Frollo could retort, a pleasant sensation flowed through his body. He couldn't believe what was happening. He let out a low growl of both frustration and satisfaction.
"Is something wrong sir? You seem anxious."
He was. Dajex continued her gentle assault whilst Frollo conversed with the captain. Her tongue explored every inch of the minister's member, locating any area susceptible to her delicate torture. She smiled at Frollo's feeble attempts of talking to Phoebus.
"I'm fine," Frollo lied, gritting his teeth. "How should I know where she is, Captain? You're the one who's supposed to keep everything in order. I'm far too busy to concern myself with monitoring a young woman. Now. Get. Out," Frollo spat.
Phoebus frowned at the judge, wishing to give him a piece of his mind. Still, he was too concerned about Dajex to leave her unattended and unwillingly followed the elder's orders. The two men exchanged dark glares before Phoebus exited the room. Frollo kept his eyes locked on the Captain until the doors shut behind him. He then turned his attention back to Dajex, still hard at work.
"You're not getting away with that little stunt," Frollo threatened. Dajex grinned, flicking her tongue across his manhood before removing herself from his robes.
"Am I not allowed to have a little fun?" she asked, seductively crawling out from under the table. "You know, you get even more tense when Phoebus is around," she continued, licking her lips.
"That's ludicrous," Frollo snarled.
"I only speak the truth to the man who claims he knows of God."
Frollo only grew angrier with the woman. He would have to tame this little vixen before she robbed him of his dignity.
"You dare to question my relationship with the Lord? You insolent little witch!" he protested.
"Of course not. I'm pretty sure you know of him. How many times did you call His name last night?" she ridiculed. Frollo's normally pale cheeks shone a faint tint of red. Dajex smiled evilly, making her way to the chamber doors.
"Now where do you think you're going?" the judge interrogated.
"Phoebus is looking for me isn't he? I shouldn't keep him waiting. After all, I don't want him interrupting my meals."
"You're not going anywhere," Frollo stated, rising from his seat. Before she could reply, a cold hand clamped down on her wrist. The judge twirled Dajex around, gripped her other wrist, and pulled her against his robes. His hard member lashed against her thighs.
"That is, not until you finish what you started," he snarled, grinding his boney hips against her. Dajex's tan cheeks flushed a vibrant red. She swallowed hard as Frollo's intimidating stare burned through her. This was the man's true self. A man lost in sin and corruption that no amount of forgiveness could save. He really was a dammed soul.
"And if I refuse?" she questioned attempting to provoke a much wanted reaction. She needed to know how cold, dark and heartless he could be. Dajex knew that human emotions were strongest when enraged; all she had to do was kindle the fire.
Frollo gripped her wrists tighter.
"You dare defy me? The man who brought you into his home? Fed you, clothed you, took care of your wounds, and satisfied your every need? I was patience with you last night, for I pitied your condition, but you must be feeling better if you have this much fight in you," he hissed in her ear. An enlightened expression formed on Frollo's face as he concocted one of his brilliant plans.
"I know just what to do with naughty sinners like you."
With that said, Frollo hauled the girl out of the dining room and through a maze of hallways and corridors. After a few minutes of dragging Dajex through the darkness, they arrived at a pair of large wooden doors. Two guards stood watch on either end of the entry.
"Good evening Minister Frollo. May we assist you?" questioned one of the guards.
"You two are relieved of your duties for the evening," Frollo casually replied, gripping tighter to Dajex's wrists.
" Of course sir, but may I ask why," the guard questioned, noticing the struggling female behind the minister. Frollo cleared his throat.
"This woman has been possessed by an unholy demon, and I must expel it's evil. Go! Warn the rest of the guards! No matter what sort of noises sound from this chamber, do not enter, lest the demonic presence claim another unfortunate soul."
"Yes sir," the guards replied before both went rushing down the hallway.
Once the guards disappeared, Frollo pulled open one of the wooden doors. He rushed into the chamber, tossing Dajex into the room. The girl stumbled in, and immediately heard the door slam behind her. Once again, she was trapped.
Dajex regained her balance and inspected the chamber. Windows lined the right side and Notre Dame was in view from the dusty glass. This was the first time she could pinpoint her location in the city. The ceilings were high, as if reaching to heaven itself. Yet the majority of the rafters were bathed in shadows. Her eyes followed the ancient architecture until she spotted an enormous cross mounted upon the opposite wall. The chamber's final feature left and unsettling throb in the girl's stomach. Beneath the stunning rod-iron cross was a large fireplace, burning wildly. Even from this distance, she could feel the heat protruding off the flames.
Frollo crept behind the girl and laid his hands over her shoulders. Dajex tensed her muscles as his cold skin grazed hers. His fingers slowly trailed beneath her blouse, pulling down the fabric, and exposing more of her delicate figure. She felt strangely calm beneath his fingertips. Then again, Frollo had already taken her, so there was no need to fear her placidity. He knew she as more than willing to let him have his way with her.
Frollo's thin fingers browsed over her neck. He pressed his sharp nose into her hair, inhaling her exotic scent. The faint smell of roses and lavender lined her soft black tresses along with other smells of unfamiliar origin. As he indulged in her unique and rare aroma, his hands became more adventurous. Dajex fell back into his arms, offering herself to the minister. Still aggravated from her comments in the dining room, Frollo immediately denied her willingness and roughly shoved her away. Dajex turned around, eyes bearing a trace of confusion.
"You're not getting off that easy, my dear."
Before she could protest, Frollo seized her small neck. He jerked her close to his body, threatening her very being with a tormenting sneer.
"If you have time to play games, then your injuries must be healing quite well. And since you have so much energy, I won't be as generous with you as I was last night."
Frollo bluntly slammed Dajex against the cobblestone wall knocking the wind from her chest. She clung to the stones for support, her legs wobbling. The judge watched her feeble struggle to stay on her feet and swiftly pressed against her to prevent her imminent collapse. She was now the one restrained, pinned between the cold bricks and Frollo's warm, craving body. His hand again slithered around her throat, constricting her already wavered breaths. Dajex pitifully struggled against his grip, yet the more she moved, the tighter Frollo vice became.
Claude viciously shoved his tongue down her throat, making Dajex tremble with a sick delight. This is what her body pined for, a man who was not afraid to hurt her. Although, there was nothing left within her to hurt. Without a heart, she was a slave to her instincts and could only play along with how her body felt. The once pure emotions she wished for were lost in the darkness along with this corrupt minister.
Frollo broke his violent kiss, scowling sadistically at his woman. Dajex panted beneath him, her narrow eyes demanding more of his torture. Frollo was shocked by her willingness and stability. She truly was the perfect specimen for him to enjoy. Casually, Frollo slipped his hands beneath her blouse, fondling her tender breasts. His member swelled while his fingers rolled over her soft skin. Dajex stifled a moan while he teased her.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asked rhetorically, knowing full well how anxious she was for his touches. Dajex arched her back, firmly pinning her hips against Frollo's. He was right. She craved every solemn stroke he offered.
Pleased by her enthusiasm, Frollo lifted the blouse over her head, revealing her frail, scared flesh. The rough cobblestone scraped her back as his hands crept over her skin. His dry lips traced her collarbone, memorizing the forgotten pathways. Dajex shook beneath him; her eyes clouded by a savage lust.
Mechanically, Frollo again wrapped his boney fingers around her throat. The grasp was decisive, claiming the woman with a delicate dominance. The gentle, sweet fragrance of her caramel skin enticed the minister's lascivious desires. His eyes darted over her, mesmerized by the amount of bite marks he had left upon her. His curved lips trailed down her neck, kissing over each mark he branded her with the previous night. In that moment, he no longer feared for his dire loneliness for he had claimed a woman to comfort him in his darkest hours.
He lifted Dajex against the wall, forcing her to eye level. His now eager lips raced across her skin, finally resting on one of her succulent breast. The judge flicked his tongue over her nipple, pulling an elongated whine out of Dajex's mouth. She fell limp in his tyrannical embrace. Her thighs shivered beneath her as the spark of her aroused womanhood warmed her skin.
"Claude," she begged pitifully.
A tense, throbbing pain also simmered in the minister's constricting clothing. He still ached from dinner and wished for his progeny to finish what she had so eagerly begun. Keeping a firm grip on her coal-tinted hair, Frollo pushed Dajex to her knees, placing her at his throbbing erection beneath his robes.
"Well, Dajex, go on. It's rude to keep your host waiting," he coaxed.
Dajex paused, gazing into the minister's sunken and evil stare. Enticed by Frollo's dominant demeanor, she followed his vexing orders. Her gentle hands slipped beneath his robes, pawing through any cloth that hindered her quest. She curiously pulled down the judge's pants, finally exposing his heated member. For a moment she hesitated, admiring him, before her tongue again tasted his flesh.
Latching her nails into his hips, Dajex slowly worked his length down her throat. She sucked delicately, wishing to fully engulf the judge's pulsing rod. Each inch felt hotter, thicker and harder then the last. She clawed down Frollo's thighs, struggling to hold her position when she reached the base of his shaft. Frollo watched her methodical workings, completely entranced by her aptitude.
As smoothly as he had taken him in, Dajex released him. A thin line of saliva still connected her to his shaft.
She kissed his head, tasting the first of his corporeal juices. She herself was roused by this unholy action. Her hips contracted, causing the girl to shudder and moan as she gently sucked over his length. Frollo, however, grew impatient with her slow workings. He was stiff, frustrated, and ready to plunge into the tight walls of her labia. Roughly, the judge lifted Dajex back to her feet and held her tight against the wall. He tossed her skirt over her thighs, leaving her bottom completely bare. Dajex, attuned with his eagerness, willingly straddled her legs on either side of Frollo's. He pressed his member against her bud, gently rubbing her into submission. Small whines and cries escaped Dajex's mouth, pitifully egging Frollo on. With one smooth, slick motion, he slid into her, groaning out her name. Dajex wrapped her arms round his neck. Her nails dug into his robes as he reached her hilt.
Frollo impatiently pounded inside her, relieved that he could finally enjoy his dame. Dajex synced with his every motion, longing to feel his beating heart resonating against her breasts. Frollo's mind fell into a twisted coma as he enjoyed the delicate flower of his lover.
Dajex arched against him, frantically slamming against his hips. She called out his name, begging for him to hasten. Frollo was more than willing to satisfy her calls, but only until he had broken her spirit. Dajex was a wild animal, one who needed to learn her place.
As Frollo sped his thrust to answer her cries, Dajex threw her head back against the wall. A combination of pleas and screams flowed out of her mouth. She nuzzled her forehead against his while the gracious pleasure of their lovemaking built within her core. Dajex convulsed around his shaft, signaling she was close to impassioned release.
Normally, Frollo would let her go, but tonight he was determined to drive her, and possibly him, to the edge of madness. She would learn to never torment him again without knowing the consequences of her actions. In one hurried motion, Frollo withdrew from Dajex's heat, sliding her unsatisfied body down upon the stone floor. He stood in a fervent trance. His breathing was deep and weighty.
"Claude," Dajex questioned, pleading like an innocent child beneath him. Her tone was shallow and shaky.
"Not yet my little trouble maker. You have a lesson to learn about defiance," he panted out.
With that said, Frollo dragged Dajex to the opposite side of the room. He placed her trembling form below one of the stained glass windows before pushing it open. The cool January breeze immediately hit Dajex's back. She shivered as the wind tickled her discontented skin.
"I have something that will keep you warm," Frollo taunted, stroking her cheek with his slender finger. "But first, you must be disciplined for your little stunt at dinner," he continued, gripping her neck.
Frollo forced her around to face the dead city. The streets and homes were pitch black, and not a soul stirred in the night. Only the stars lit the sky and left a dark silhouette in the horizon.
"Do you see, my dear? I own this city. Everyone here is under my command. They obey my every order and never, ever question my authority. No one does a job half way around here," he spoke, raising her skirt above her waist. "And anyone who breaks my laws gets punished."
Frollo lifted his hand and slapped it roughly against Dajex's bottom. The girl yelped from sheer shock as a slow, stinging sensation crept up her spine. Frollo struck the same spot again, harder then the first blow. Dajex scrambled for words to utter, but only pained slurs escaped her mouth.
"Now, now Dajex. You don't want to wake the whole city, do you? If you don't want me to continue longer than necessary, I suggest you keep you filthy mouth shut."
Dajex cut her eyes back at Frollo. She struggled to hold her tongue when his hand befell her tender skin. Her nails dug into the soft, wooden window frame whilst the sting of Frollo's authoritative smacks spread through her bottom. Pleasure soon followed the initial swipes causing the girl's thighs to quake uneasily. A breathy shriek escaped her taught lips, beseeching for Frollo's decisive strike.
Displeased with her disobedience, Frollo yanked her head back.
"What did I say about keeping your mouth shut?" He violently questioned. "I thought this would be easy for you."
"I-I'm sorry," she said frantically, though it was only a plea for him to continue.
"Sorry? Your apologies mean nothing to me you filthy whore!" he snarled, whipping her head backwards.
"Frollo, please I-"
"Save your excuses. I should just leave you here if you're going to disobey me."
"No, no, please," she begged, struggling within his grasp. Frollo grinned, darkly.
"Then offer your other cheek."
Dajex shook her head. Frollo was completely mental if he thought she was going to fall into his biblical babble again. Before she could protest, she felt something all too familiar rub against her dripping thighs. She shuddered as Frollo slid his cock against her quivering flower.
"This could be all yours. Just imagine. Come now, my dear. Submit yourself to my power, and I'll treat you like a queen." He hunched over her back, pressing his face against her cheek. "I promise, you won't be disappointed."
Dajex could no longer stand above this torment. She whimpered and sighed, desperately aggravated at the words pouring out of her mouth.
"I…I offer myself unto you," she replied meekly.
Frollo grinned, enjoying every moment of subduing his catch with his heavy blows. He elated in the display of her rippling flesh beneath his palms. Claude gripped her hair and yanked her head further to capture the look of pitiful indulgence in her eyes. A stray drop of blood dripped down her chin from where she bit at her lip.
After a few moments, Frollo let go of his deadly grip, and Dajex once again sank to the floor. She piteously clung to the window seal, unwilling to sit on her sore bottom. Frollo, by this time, was immensely stirred from tormenting the girl and could no longer hold his humanity. His nostrils flared, and his heart raced as he imagined laying claim to Dajex. In a blazing trance, Frollo yanked Dajex to her feet, drug her across the chamber and dropped her in front of the impressive fireplace that lie at the end of the room. Dajex fell helplessly to the floor. The heat of the fire hungrily licked at her skin.
The judge hung ominously over her whilst he removed his remaining wardrobe. Piece by piece his clothing fell to the floor until he stood completely uncovered before the trembling girl. Frollo knelt before her, reaching out to cup her face, creeping in close. His dark eyes reflected the ardent flames in the fireplace.
Frollo pounced on the girl, pinning her beneath him. His body was wet, dripping with sweat. Dajex shivered, nectar dripping from her tense, unscathed flower.
Impatiently, Frollo grabbed Dajex's hips and held them at the ready. His eyes showed a ravenous, evil desire as he stroked his length across her clit. Dajex squirmed while he taunted her, attempting to somehow trap his member within her wavering walls. Frollo watched her display pedantically, pleased by the sight of her pitiful desperation. He laid down upon her squirming body, gently pressing his mouth against hers. Dajex forcibly kissed him back, biting at his aged lips. She arched towards him, coaxing the judge to fill her. Frollo, finally giving in to his instincts, shoved his length inside her, breaching her quaking thighs.
The fire raged beside them, as the two fell into full swing of their lovemaking. Dajex bucked wildly against Frollo's devilishly sadistic thrusts, howling out his name in a beseeching drawl. The minister clawed her thighs while ripping into her womanhood. Her walls contracted ever tighter with each powerful heave. Her nails jabbed into Frollo's shoulders, as he drove her far beyond her breaking point.
Dajex could no longer work against Frollo's violent movements and allowed the minister full access to her tingling body. Frollo hunched over, suckling her breasts as he released his rage into his motions. Thick and heavy animalistic groans sounded from the judge's throat, further exciting his body. He rabidly bit into her skin, drawing a small amount of blood from his petite pet. Dajex shuddered and her breathing waivered. She wrapped her delicate arms around Claude's neck, gently curling up to him while her muscles jolted with a wet, tingling bliss. Her eyes shut tight, focused on each hard thrust.
After a few moments, Frollo slowed his pacing to catch his breath. He didn't wish for this passion to end quickly, for he had other plans in store for his lover. Dajex tremor beneath him, her muscles constricted around his engorged shaft.
"I told you wouldn't be disappointed," he teased, pressing his forehead against hers. Dajex's words were lost in the heat of passion. She could only whimper in response.
Frollo smirked at her, plotting his final assault. He unwilling withdrew from her heat, eager to plunge back in.
"Get on your knees," he commanded, looming over his concubine. Reluctantly, Dajex did as Frollo ordered. She crouched on her fours, completely subservient under his power. The judge grinned, pleased by her obedience. He nuzzled his face into her neck.
"Seems as though I've taken this wild dog and trained her to be an obedient bitch," he began, tarnishing the last bit of freedom she held with his taunting words. "Now, be a good girl for your master, Dajex. Beg for me," he whispered.
Dajex swallowed hard. The heat from the fireplace burned not only her skin, but also her thoughts. She couldn't think of a damn thing to say, at least nothing completely demeaning. She wanted to keep some independence from the man, but she figured there was no way around fully submitting herself to him. Frollo was in full control and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it. She bit her tongue as the dreaded words spilled from her mouth.
"Claude, please," she began meekly, shifting her eyes to meet his.
"Please what?" he questioned, playing with her hair. "Tell me what you want, and I'll fulfill your every desire." A huge, successful grin formed on the minister's face as he waited eagerly for her response.
God, how she wished she could feel disgust, and God, he knew how to work her. Dajex's arms shook beneath her as she contemplated her desires. How she wanted him to fuck her senseless, and how she wanted him to conquer every fiber of her being. Her legs trembled and her thighs ached with lust. No longer could she take his brutal, tantalizing torture. She lowered her head not wishing to see his harsh and proud expression as she spoke the words he so desperately searched for.
"Please Claude, make me yours," she began calmly. "Do what you will with me, I don't give a damn. I'm your pet, your obedient bitch. Please, fuck me."
Frollo lifted her head by the roots of her hair.
"Now, there's a good girl."
Frollo rubbed his rough member against her. Dajex twisted her head, attempting to stifle her sensual calls. Her nails dug into his black robes that lined the floor. Frollo crouched over her tender back, kneading her breasts as he once again slipped inside her. Her hot, ridged walls convulsed around his shaft, gripping his hard member. Dajex arched her spine as he drove in. Her eyes rolled back.
He was forceful, thrusting with all his strength as he pounded inside the girl. Estranged grunts sounded in his throat with each heave. Dajex bayed like a coyote while the minister forced her submission. Her walls clenched tight around his shaft. Frollo shivered. His breathless body finally catching up to his age. No, he had to hold on, just a little longer. He would not allow himself to tire before he completely subjugated his little one.
Dajex, now drained of energy, could barley hold her stance beneath the minister. Her eyes clouded and her mouth hung open like a dog in heat. She was warm, seething with a tingling pleasure that coursed through her skin. She was close again, close to her climax. With each passing second a new sensation built within her core. She growled and whined, shoving her hips in perfect sync with her master's motions. This torture was more than her wounded body could withstand. She needed a release.
She slipped one of her hands between her thighs, stroking in sync with Frollo' thrusts. Her mouth gaping, panting and salivating. She was close. So very close. Just a little more.
And then rapture.
Small at first, like the primary ripples in a tranquil pool. Yet with each passing second, the sensation built into a gentle torrent, lifting her to a heightened state of ecstasy. She whispered his name rhythmically, "Claude, Claude," praising him through an implicit song. Her arms buckled, caving in, as she melted to the floor. Eyes clouded and body shaking.
Frollo held onto her rear, groaning profoundly while he impaled himself within her heat. His mind was devoid of complex thought. Only natural impulses dictated his actions. He heaved into her, fully submerging his manhood.
A jolt, a spark, and a shot of frenzied delight. He doubled over atop Dajex's back, gripping her breasts, his blazing seed gushing inside her. He shook uneasily. Pleasure overthrew his worn body, before he fell atop his lover, still buried in her heat.
Embers crackled loudly in the fireplace. Their bodies silhouetted by the flames. They glistened, glowing in the abstract lighting of the chapel. There they lay, weary and exhausted, conjoined by both body and soul. The judge's heartbeat slowed, steadily pulsing through Dajex's empty shell. Frollo eventually withdrew from her, his member covered in corporeal juices. He pulled her close to his chest, inhaling her delicate fragrance. Dajex was lethargic, slipping in and out of a conscience state of mind.
Frollo, not wishing to get too comfortable, lifted the girl in his arms and wrapped her in her tattered clothing. She gently nuzzled her head against his shoulder, completely spent. He almost felt guilty taking advantage of someone so innocent and childlike. The way she curled up to him made her seem so delicate and needy of his protection. He liked the feeling, however. No one had ever wanted him around as much as Dajex seemed to.
Frollo covered himself as best he could and carried the exhausted female out of the chamber. He carried her further in the palace than she had been before. Progressively, the hallways and corridors became more fancy, exulting an aristocratic mood. They soon came to a pair of metal doors that Frollo pushed open with his shoulder.
Dajex examined the room curiously. It was eloquent, much more decorative than the guest chamber. Shelves were lined with foreign oddities and tattered books. There were tall cabinets and a writing desk stacked with parchment on either end. Large paned windows overlooked the dark city and a small fireplace sat on the opposite side of the room. A few stray candles added to the ambiance.
There was a bed, much more elegant than the one in the guest-chamber. Frollo placed his captive ward upon the satin sheets.
"Where are we," Dajex inquired.
"In my bedroom, my pet. I can't have such a lovely house guest sleeping in unbefitting quarters," he answered.
"What do you mean?"
"A lady should be treated like one," he replied, removing his sullied cassock and laying it over his desk.
Dajex hypnotically tracked his motions, mesmerized by curiosity. This was the first time she'd gotten a good look at the man. The last few rooms were dimly lit and she only caught shapes and shadows. He appeared different than she had imagined. His shoulders were sharp and skeletal showing obvious signs of deterioration from age. Red claw marks lined his back from where she had been too rough with him.
Frollo turned around, smiling when he noticed she'd been admiring him.
"You seem preoccupied, my dear. Is there something troubling you," he questioned rhetorically. Dajex turned her head away, unwilling to vocalize her thoughts.
The minister approached her vigilantly and cupped her face. He pressed her hair back, leaning in to kiss her neck. He pushed her back upon the bed sheets, hands clawing off her clothing and leaving her frail, squirming, stripped body beneath him.
"Frollo," she whispered, pressing her palms against his chest. The minister stopped his assault, puzzled by her lack of interest. He crouched above her, catching the dreary expression in her dark eyes. The poor child sat enervated. She'd obviously had enough for the night.
"You're tired, aren't you?"
Dajex nodded in response, stifling a yawn. A genuine smile took shape upon his aged lips. He wavered.
Frollo pulled back the covers and wrapped them in the satin sheets. The scent of the bed was new, and Dajex sneezed quietly, for the smell tickled her nose. Frollo, surprised by the sound, pushed back her hair that covered her face. He kissed her nose, and then her forehead, wrapping his spindly arms round her back. Dajex nuzzled into him, nestling in his embrace. Frollo gently combed through her tendrils, stroking her hair lightly until she fell asleep.
The fire died down, leaving all but a lone candle lighting the judge's bedroom. His heart began racing in his chest. A blind rage built within him.
"Does this witch take me for a fool," he thought, coddling her in a more sinister manner. "She may have the splendor of a swan, but she carries the conniving air of a vixen. I mustn't let this wolf spoil my flock. She may be a beauty, but come tomorrow I will find out her true purpose here."
He blew out the final candle on his nightstand, shrouding the bedroom in darkness. Exhaustion soon overtook the judge's weary body. Thank the Lord tomorrow was Sunday. He spoke with one final breath before drifting off to sleep.
"Goodnight, my little lamb."
Yeah, like hell I'm not ending this in a cliffhanger. I need an excuse to write more XD
Hnnnggg follow-ups are so hard *headdesk*. It was good practice though. Got some epic ideas for the prelude to this…what do I even call it? A crack paring gone horribly right? Sure, why not?
*sigh* And now I'm done for real. My co-author will murder me if I write anymore Frollo and Dajex stuff.
…Then again, I did have that whole idea about the candle wax and French pastries…smh. Possible chapter 3? Idk, but if inspiration hits there's no stopping it...
I'll probably come back and rewrite the story when this occurs in the comic. Until then, I hope you all enjoyed it. Feel free to leave reviews. They really motivate me to keep writing :3!