A\N I hope everyone can follow this chapter. It's kinda strange, but it pays off in the end. Please R&R...Thanks so much.

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"What is it you truly want?"

Frollo falls silent behind his desk. He stares towards the woman across from him with intensity, like a hawk surveying its prey. Esmeralda stares back from the other side, with a blank look. It was like a flash and there she was in front of the great judge. She doesn't remember being here a second ago, or was she? She couldn't remember.

Taking in her surroundings, the room was falling exceedingly dark. She almost couldn't make out Frollo's features and it got to the point where only his shadowy outline was visible.

Was it dusk? Why hasn't he lit any candles? She wonders.

She looks down momentarily at a book she had been reading out loud, prior to Frollo's inquiry, but she wasn't all that sure. She squinted at the words, only now they looked distorted and jumbled on the page. She lifts the book closer to her face, due to the dimming light that was filling the room. By examining the text, she came upon empty pages.

She shakes her head in disbelief.

She noted the room was abnormally quiet as well. Nothing could be heard outside the diamond glass windows of his study, or outside the double doors leading into the great hall of the Palace of Justice. No people could be heard, no horse hooves trotting on the cobblestone…nothing…

She lowers her gaze to her open, upturned hands to discover the book had vanished altogether.

Hm, I don't remember dropping it. She deduces inwardly.

She looks down to her feet and the surrounding area of the chair legs to see if the book had fallen. She couldn't find it anywhere, it was completely gone.

His previous question brings her slowly out of her confusion and soon her concerns about the book were forgotten. She locked eyes with him again and felt something…something that started in the pit of her stomach, plunged down to her depths, faster than she was prepared for.

Her inner thoughts persisted.

You need to stay quiet…Don't relent…

"Speak!" The growling bark that came from Frollo's direction made her jolt and her breath catches in her throat.

"To save my people." She answers quietly, but shys away from his gaze.

"Liar."

"I'm not lying." She defends herself with a slight defensiveness in her voice.

She digresses her thoughts and swore his voice took on two tones at that moment, one being more feminine, but still harmonizing with his evenly. She forgets about it as quickly as she heard it. Until the next question was brought forth.

"What do you want, Esmeralda?!"

Confusion suddenly hits her. She snaps her head up, staring unbelieving into the now completely obscured room. Her own thoughts questioning, as if in denial.

That couldn't…that wasn't my voice. Was it? Slight fear takes over a moment. She exhales unevenly and she goes stiff, her eyes the only movement as she stares into the gloom. She ignores the voice and the question all together.

Eventually finding movement in her arms, she gropes in the dark. Frollo's desk was no longer in front of her, or Frollo himself. The whole room had become a huge space. The blackness was a heavy thickness in the void. The fear starts pumping in her veins more strongly now. Then a voice intrudes in the suffocating void. Her voice.

"You stand upon the brink of the abyss…"

Esmeralda sniffs the air and smoke intrudes on her nostrils. It burns the cilia in her throat.

She lifts from her seat and her fear turns into panic. Before she could blindly look for a way out, she felt herself being bound with something.

Rope?

The braided cords floated around her in a nimble pace. They encircle her waist…tight…tighter…she struggles to free herself, feeling the rope scrape against her arms causing a burning sensation against her skin. She continues to twist and fight her way out of the rope, but her arms are pinned to her hips and her wrists are pulled back behind her. Her legs, top torso and head were the only parts free to move. She was also strapped to something. She felt it strong against her back. She looks around her immediate area and goes pale, her stomach twists in knots.

The pyre!

"Enough struggling."

Esmeralda freezes when she hears the mirror of her own voice. Its tone low with demand. But when she looks up, she's met with Frollo's clear figure in front of her. He moves his mouth to speak and Esmeralda is hoping to hear his full rich voice spring forth.

"Say it. Tell the truth." Her mocking voice orders again through Frollo.

She doesn't answer and instead moves her attention to the ropes tied to her yet again. That's when she notices the toxic fumes she witnessed earlier were exiting from her own mouth, nose and pores. Her body felt like it was burning from the inside out. When she goes to examine herself, she was expecting her execution shift, but instead she was fully nude under the thick threads. Down at her bare chest, blisters formed and her skin tucked and folded. The lining travelled outward, leaving behind charred embers in its wake and then finally falling black. Burning ash leaves her body, they swirl around the pyre and flow aimlessly towards Frollo's wavy figure.

The pyre ignites as her hair become flames. The blue starts at her scalp, then trails down her black tresses, developing into a radiant red and orange and completely envelopes her head. It catches the plank behind her.

Frollo moves close to her as she combusts slowly, lighting the space between the two. He pays no attention to the fire blazing from her. His mouth remains closed, but her voice can still be heard over the dry popping of fire spreading around the timber below.

"Say it Esmeralda! Admit it!"

Frollo was face to face with her at this point and she can make out his facial features clear as day. She stops struggling long enough to study the angles of his face and she becomes mesmerized. His high cheekbones, his hooked nose and his deep brown eyes. Eyes that were always full of hidden desires and passions. His soft, thin lips; she could only imagine what they tasted like, her attention was drawn to how the glow of the fire glistened against them. His hair, she wondered how it would feel to follow those beautiful side curls and touch those silver strands. She assumed it would feel like silk in between her fingers. His chaperone was covering most of it at this moment and she remembered always hating it.

I can save you…His voice whispers inside her head. It was a calm and surprisingly, reassured tone. His voice was normally used to commanding a battalion, it demanded authority, setting out sentences and it was the last thing you heard before you perished. She never once thought that it could hold such emotion and softness.

What do you want Esmeralda? His lips never moving.

She moves her attention to her left shoulder which was almost gone, it had given way to the wind, breaking it off into soot in the air.

She closes her eyes, feeling completely helpless in her peril and she could feel the sting of tears at the ridge of her bottom lids. She shakes her head stubbornly, her inner thoughts battling the boiling truth. It was wrong, it was against everything she held true and she couldn't betray her pride.

Suddenly she feels a hand softly slide up her chest, making her freeze, it moved between her breasts and up to her throat. Esmeralda slowly responds to the gesture, eyeing Frollo's slender digits stroking her skin firmly, it turns to dust in his fingers. The same question is asked, but his voice is independent of her mind, feeling it vibrate through his larynx, travelling to her and cracking her walls.

"What is it you want?"

Esmeralda rolls her head back and moves it from side to side lightly and can't help but revel in his soft strokes on her skin, regardless of her slow decay and she lets out a low groan. She couldn't hold back any longer and the next voice she hears is her own. She answers huskily as she meets his beautiful illuminated face.

"You." She simply admits out loud, with a shaking arousing breath.

Claude moves closer at the confession and their lips finally unite. Allowing each other access to one another's mouths. Their tongues intertwine with a growing pace. With every backward pull of Claude's head, Esmeralda sucks desperately at his bottom lip, until he moves towards her once more, awarding her with his tongue and teeth. They bite, nip and suck at each other, completely famished for one another.

Both release throaty groans in unison.

She couldn't stop herself, she didn't care anymore. She had denied herself long enough. She wanted him…needed him. Needed him to just take her and do what he wanted with her.

"Don't stop." She moans against his lips and she could feel that grin of his emerge against her mouth. She could hear a slight throaty chuckle that tickled her lower regions. Not to mention the sweet and sour taste of his lips, he was delicious. She wanted to taste every inch of him. She wanted to touch every inch of him. But her arms were still tied. Esmeralda tried to move closer to him, but remained in her restraints. She had to feel something…anything!

She hikes her right thigh up and lets it graze his hip and the velvet of his robes. She absolutely loved the feel of its softness against her inner leg. She doesn't stop there as she raises the left, pulling him towards her and lifts her hips in an eagerness to feel friction. She grows slick with each passing minute. He felt so good in between her legs. She could feel his pelvis against her growing wetness. Oh so good…

Claude takes one pert breast in his hand and squeezes firmly and rubs outward so his thumb erects her nipple fully. He does so with the other and is rewarded with a much louder moan from Esmeralda.

"Ohhhh!"

His hands continues on down over the ropes that had her tied at the waist, on down until his fingers reach her pubic area. Esmeralda bites her lower lip at the anticipation. Bucking her hips lightly towards his fingers.

"Please…Claude…oh god please." She pants and begs.

He runs the tip of his fingers along the hairs, crawling right at the edge…close, so close...

Suddenly a bright light engulfs the both of them. It's so overwhelming Esmeralda has to move her head to the side to avoid the assault on her eyes. She attempts to open them, but the light was so bright, it filled every corner of space.

A sensation of falling was felt in the pit of her stomach. She felt like she was weightless, then gently lands on a soft surface. She waits a while, before reacting. Still shielding her eyes, she opens them slowly, to find herself in a vast field covered in honeysuckle blossoms. She lowers her arms and realizes she is no longer tied, but Claude was nowhere to be found.

She surveys herself. She found no trace of ash or blisters upon her nude bronze skin and her shoulder was intact. She takes it in her hand and lightly brushes it until she was comfortable enough to realize she wasn't falling to dust.

Well that's a relief. She thought.

Eventually she draws her attention to the beautiful meadow that surrounded her, a meadow that seemed to go on and on. The violet sky was clear above her, but she noticed gray clouds moving her way in the far distance. At that, thunder could be heard rolling over the expanse of the sky.

She inhales deep, picking up on a sweet scent with a hint of lemon.

She exhales contentedly.

She sits there for a long while, just soaking up the beauty that surrounded her and thunder sounded again, but a familiar voice could be heard in the undertone, growing ever so clear.

"You know, Gypsy's don't do well inside stone walls."

A wall of warm flesh could be felt behind her and Claude's mouth was at her ear and her skin blossomed with goosebumps. His hot breath pants at her shell and any other time it would have disturbed her; just like all those years ago. She wondered though, did it really disturb her all that much? She never fought him off, not until he let her go. With that sentiment, she tilts her head to grant him more access to her neck.

"You know, things change." She says in a matter of fact voice.

So many bitter words had been exchanged between them in the past. So many sour feelings transferred. Always running, always just getting by. Now, it didn't matter if her life was out in the open, or within walls, just as long as he occupied the space with her.

"Do they now?" He purrs into her ear.

She pushes back against his chest, letting her head fall back on his shoulder and murmurs softly, breaths fall behind her words.

"I suppose not."

She is aware of his growing arousal at the small of her back and it awakens an old longing within her.

Claude pushes her full tresses aside over her other shoulder and nuzzles her neck. He kisses and bites the tight flesh just above her clavicle, moving up to her jawline and back up to her ear. She could feel his grin once again against her skin as he questions her.

"So, this is what you wanted all along?"

Esmeralda just smiles and consents to him fully.

He put his hands to work. Taking each breast into his palms, massaging them securely and tactfully centering her nipples between his middle and ring fingers. He closes the space and squeezes, hardening her dark nipples.

Esmeralda flexes her back, enabling her chest to protrude towards his hands. His attention causes the wetness to fully return and she spreads her legs to emphasize her need.

He smirks from behind her, picking up on her "subtle" clue. He keeps one hand on her right breast that he continues to palpate, but releases her other. He moves frustratingly slow down her soft stomach, inches around to her hip and rests his fingers on her inner thigh. He strokes her there with his flat palm and grabs at the tight muscle.

"Claude please…" She begs huskily and a low chuckle leaves his lips.

Before she knew it, his fingers were stroking her slick nub. Making slow circular motions, as he moves further down, spreading her lips and teasing her opening. His fingers were always just out of reach.

Then finally…his middle finger…then his ring finger enter her depths.

"OH!" She screams out.

He slides out slowly and enters again with some force, his fingers becomes soaked with every accelerating stroke. He penetrates deep and stays in long enough to bend at the knuckles, flexing and extending a "come hither" motion. It ignites those bundle of nerves inside her, pulsating through her pelvis. It sends Esmeralda into a fit of inhaled gasps. Still, all the while, manning his thumb at her bud. He repeats, until a clear pool collects in his palm. He exits, brings his dripping fingers to her mouth to be eagerly sucked.

"Mmmmm…"

His full erection could now be felt behind her, it pressed between them hard as a rock. She turns around to face him and glances down long enough to witness the clear pre cum spilling down his shaft. She moves closer to him, meeting his lips. He speaks in between kisses. His voice gravelly as he speaks.

"I cannot wait any longer, I long to feel you around me." He kisses her with abandon and desperately licks at her bottom lip. He takes both her shoulders and pushes her back into a patch of honeysuckles. As Esmeralda lands, petals fly upward, the wind catches them and they fly away towards the clouds that have moved in over the sky above. Soft rain droplets could be heard pelting down on several blossoms nearby and had started to dampen the two lovers.

Claude crawls over her form, sheltering her from the falling rain, letting the warm drops fall onto his back, wetting his hair and soaking the sea of black that had fanned around Esmeralda's face.

He wastes no time, he lifts her left thigh from the back and pushes her leg to her ribs. She spreads it as far as it would allow, watching him take hold of his throbbing cock and lead it to her impatient opening. She wraps her right leg tight around his waist, bringing him to her as his head slips in. He had no trouble entering her, mostly due to the mixture of rain water, his excitement and her own fluids. Esmeralda lets out a halted grunt as he widens her canal. He pulls out half way and lunges again with more impact and starts on a medium pace.

Esmeralda's longing to want to touch him overtakes her and she indulges completely. Her hands were all over his damp skin. His chest and his arms. She traces his shoulders and neck. Across his stomach and his hips. She even moves her hands to his round thrusting buttocks. Absolutely in love with the flexing of his glutes as his cock hammers away at her. He manages to hit hidden places she never knew she had.

Faster and faster he forges on, grunting and moaning at the feel of her ever tightening vine. Esmeralda's voice hitches, but manages to speak with a frantic voice full of request in a galloping tone to his rhythms.

"Fuck me…uh..uh..oooh…god…rrrrrrr!" She growls.

Her fingers move to her clit, lifting the hood enough to start rubbing quickly. She was so slick, her juices started to drip down onto the ground between their coupling session. She coats her fingertips enough to lift her hand to Claude's awaiting mouth. He sucks greedily while never stopping his ministrations. His jaw goes agape, letting her two digits trail down his chin, leaving behind her sweetness and his saliva in their wake.

Suddenly Esmeralda feels a growing sensation that starts in her solar plexus, moves down towards the center of her labium and grows rapidly. She knew she was close….but couldn't reach that sweet end. It was frustrating her. She could feel it on the edge…

"Ohhhhhh…"

CRRRRACK!

Well, I hope you liked it. It's the longest chapter I've done. Also, I am aware that Honeysuckle grows on vines. But with this chapter, it was possible to make thing not as they seem.

See you guys in the final chapter.