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️ Heaven's Light ️

Enshrouded by approaching darkness, Esmeralda headed toward the elegant cathedral of Notre Dame. No insult flung at her: witch, harlot, minx, Turk, or other any colorful term could make her feel worse than the sight of Quasimodo in tears. She had asked for so much of him, and in return gave him nothing but pain and false hope.

The young Roma woman did not specialize in the healing of the heart and could not force herself to love anyone. Glancing up, it seemed as if the gargoyles of righteousness were disdainful. Esmeralda could care less, and as she slipped in, a mutter escaped her lips.

"Too late to try and pull the guilt trip with me, good saints; I'm going to Hell anyway."

The winding stairs made her slightly breathless, yet anticipation gave air where it usually would not. Quasimodo could have heard by now. Why was she nervous about him? An eerie quiet settled once Esmeralda entered his bellhaven.

Though she felt his presence everywhere, and searching eyes even if unseen.

"It's you. Hello, Esmeralda," Quasimodo said sharply. His shadow engulfed her atop dusty rafters and vanished again. "What do you want?"

Her guilt felt like relentless nausea. So foolish. He definitely disapproved. Yet Esmeralda must try.

"I wanted to see you. Quasi', I'm sorry," she shyly pleaded. "I'm so sorry. He and I just…happened."

An abrupt boom resonated through his quarters. Bell ringer landed perfectly before her feet with both arms folded, eyes narrow, little patience.

"As I know. Your life isn't my business. And you, gorgeous Esmeralda, should not be here all the same. Go." Now they both begged for the opposite: he could not stand a moment apart nor trust her. And she was terrified enough for a mad dash in a heartbeat, even if every fiber told her to stay.

Run. Just leave. He doesn't want this or you.

Esmeralda was sheer magnificence. Dark eyelashes framed those alluring beryl eyes, and voluminous black hair cascaded down toward her collarbone. Quasimodo was obsessed. And he could accept for his part, looks were not the only deterrent here

Her breasts were heaving erratically like oxygen steadily left the space. This concerned him.

"What, Esmeralda? Why did you defy Frollo to run back here? Phoebus is already at Court with Clopin," the older male conveyed irritably. "You were supposed to join them."

Their protective plan would fall apart if she continued being so spontaneous and sexy.

"He what?! No, they'll be trapped!" She fretted. "And is it not clear as day? I care, Quasi'. Truly, I don't want this to drive us apart."

Quasimodo rolled his tired eyes and curtly nodded to his extra blankets, stolen pillows then her. "It already has. Tell me why you're here. It's 1:00 and service starts early."

Esmeralda suspected that he might even be aware. But men loved to hear what was obvious.

"Fine," she said defiantly and summoned him from shadows. Her gown was falling shamefully. "Fine, you fool. I came to show you what you want."

"You are being cruel now. No woman so beautiful would dare. Put your clothes back on. Please?!"

Still, she sensuously stripped for him. Beautiful, perfect breasts tortured him with sepia nipples, her succulent limbs twirled this way and that. Quasimodo shuddered to restrain his brutish desire—filling her face, to dine on every tangible inch, railing against any pillar till they came and she fell asleep over his chest.

The bell ringer sighed ravenously for a long time. "Esmeralda, this is not for us to do."

She dances surreally under waning moonlight then stops. "Now you lie. Who says I can't have both of the men who rescued me? And why?"

Ruffled skirts temptingly met wooden floor as Quasimodo constituted one last rejection—for Phoebus much as eternal salvation.

"My love. I want you. I want you. I dream of having you. But this could be the worst thing we eve—oh, dear Lord, forgive me."

Esmeralda knelt ceremoniously, almost sacrificially, upon his makeshift bedchamber. Deep green absorbed nude, tapered waist and callouses caressed back to her rump eagerly.

"Essie. Heaven curseus, but I crave you." Quasimodo followed her instantly. He could no longer refuse his dream. She cooed as inexperienced lips touched each pierced ear before they clumsily kissed.

"Sweet," he groaned as she crawled upon his lap. "Sweetest I've ever had." A glistening river caught his dark gaze. Quasimodo took a closer glance, one arm around Esmeralda.

"What is that?" A semi-viscous liquid trickled from triangular curls between stunning thighs. He perused the air intuitively. The scent was heavenly but unknown.

He examined some with his index finger closely while Esmeralda moaned. Quasimodo looked up. She explained herself.

"What you are doing...makes me want more..."

So 'twas her arousal that topped his finger. It titillated at first taste. "Oh my. Delicious," he declared to himself. "You are addictive, I need more."

Quasimodo was nothing like her other lovers. He knew that she wanted to be cuddled and kissed everywhere, cradled in someone's arms and given undivided attention.

Large hands placed her mindfully off his clothed erection and onto his bed. She squealed in delight as stubbled mouth met her thighs.

"I can lie still?" Esmeralda suggested coyly.

"Mmmm, move as you want. Show how it feels." Show how I make you feel.

The husky bell ringer savored her body and squeezed tawny legs. She whimpered, he growled emphatically. Esmeraldaaa.

His cheek brushed her stomach as teeth nipped ever so gently. Their hands temporarily intertwined.

"I've never wanted anything this badly," murmured he against Esmeralda's skin as those swift fingers treaded through his mane intoxicatingly. It desperately riled Quasimodo. She smiled then.

"I can see it plainly, ami."

His lover arose, and black hair framed her upper body in ways that could only be sinful. Quasimodo gently took her into his arms, not at all alarmed when she shed his tented pants. Delicate digits went to work. Off they went, and out sprang what elicited gasps from Esmeralda.

Oh, he IS big, she thought brazenly.

Quasimodo looked away after realizing the pain it would cause her. He expected such a reaction. Frollo had warned that women would not be so willing once the time came. Quasimodo definitely did not expect the hand wrapping deftly around his length and stroking him—HARD. Esmeralda just had to moan too.

His shock beget hyperventilation. Fondling him firmly seemed to grant Esmeralda as much ecstasy as Quasimodo. Illuminant emerald studied him while temptress worked her magic. He careened to no avail and brusquely gripped her messy mane. Heat reverberated along Esmeralda's skin. She bit her lip to stave off sure combustion.

"Fuck. E-Ess-si-sie...I need to-I must...I'm going to!"

Burgundy lips became a sly grin before having the prize in her hand. He never cursed till now.

"OH! Shiiit—ESSIE."

Quasimodo was thrashing about with rapture now, hips thrust to remain in the moist cavern of his lover's mouth just a moment longer. His body erupted in a burst of unbelievable energy, and though his orgasm subsided, moans of pleasure were continuing to leave his lips.

"You didn't have to…oh, that felt good."


"Quas-Quasimodo..." He gazed at her intently and ceased to tweak her, one hand on Esmeralda's ascending waist.

A thin sheen of sweat graced Esmeralda's skin as she attempted to moisten her throat and speak. Her husky lover was all ears while his large fingers traced ellipses upon bronze skin. Esmeralda stared at him while uttering heaven's near the sexiest words: "Inside me. NOW."

Quasimodo swooned with petite hands splayed upon his chest. He would cherish the memory and imprint it forever. How skilled Esmeralda must be to have the power to entrance him without even trying...he suckled a nipple and stroked her hipbone. She clenched his red hair.

"Take it in your hand and don't let go..." were her tremulous demands. Quasimodo need not ask what she meant; he knew all too well. Once held unyieldingly, the bell ringer revisited her eyes. Was that love…? Or his own?

"Place the tip of it...where your fingers were." She rose up from her derriere and showed Quasimodo the world. Then he took it fiercely.

Fiercely like she could not shriek for mercy enough. Fiercely like she could barely breathe as he rode her aggressively upon the pillar while hips made cacophonous sound. Quasimodo was unhinged. Twice, arousal painted her pretty skin and skirts but neither had a care anymore.

"Come up here." He mindfully raked hair from his view and her flustered face. Quasimodo exhaled carnally. For a while, they stared in silence. Bell ringer kissed her first. Esmeralda would moan if not for the delectable grip over throat.

"Too tight, cherie?" He ensured before stroking an orgasm out of his lover, onto his legs. "Too much? Speak or I won't know."

"Not enough, not enough," she marveled and helplessly melted from the immovable wood toward his lap.

"Quasimodo..."

Her satiny voice lilted to him from some far away place, it seemed. But he replied with promptness. "Yes...mon cherie?"

He caught the beginnings of a smile upon her lips, and gently traced down her womanly curves.

"Have we been love-making?"

Her pussy constricted upon him at the apex of this, and his entire body almost imploded.

"Oui..." he mumbled against the smooth skin of her shoulders. "We felt love enough to make it." Esmeralda let her tongue drag along the side of his salt-drenched neck.

He was tempted to pull out for fear that this act would be too much, but the green-eyed seductress had far too great on a grip on him. Her fingers clenched the pillow in erotic need.

"I want more than that," she declared feistily and Quasimodo blinked in confusion. Then he almost screamed into the night as she unsheathed him from her, rising to her feet and sauntering over to his balcony view. Morning approached soon.

Quasimodo felt intimidated and spurred by this assertiveness. It was hard to ignore the fact that he was so HARD. He wished to understand her.

"You don't want me to make love to you anymore." She gently shook her head 'no', several sable strands falling about her face. The bell ringer stood, and her gaze fell to the slickened appendage between his well-muscled legs. Phoebus certainly could not boast that.

"All right, then what do you want? We just started, please…I need you. I need to fill you, Esmeralda."

Esmeralda cast aside dark-rimmed eyes as if her answer was public knowledge, and she gripped ancient stone. "Duh. So do that," she said in a pouty parlay, one look over her shoulder.

His eyes bulged comically. "I wil—overlooking the entire city of PARIS?" Such prospects further drove him wild. Quasimodo stood behind her before she could ask another time.

She did an adorable little twitch of her hips and swayed them in a hearkening sort of way. He was powerless to deny her. Curly, unbound tresses filled one enormous hand; dripping flower, its twin and happily so.

"Overlooking Paris," she responded calmly as possible after her friend with benefits replaced palm with phallus deeply.

"So be it, angel."

Joy gripped him in a vice, and the words erupted before he could reel them in and catch any.

"Scream it louder, Essie...mon Dieu, don't let me forget how it sounds—!" Large hands latched onto her trembling hips as Quasimodo buried himself into her endlessly, moans in harmony to Esmeralda's passionate cries.

"When you come on it, oh Heaven, lose my mind. Do you love it, Esmeralda?" The bell ringer groaned as she banged her hips harder and harder back, the clapping sound echoing off of the cathedral walls.

I love you. And I will devour all of you, emerald. I promise.

"Oh, Quasi, yes, YES-" Esmeralda wheezed climactically. "Quasi', it's here!"

"Then tell all of Paris who made you come...!" He unlocked her juicy peak in three shrewd moves, and she almost hit granite as Quasimodo finally let go.

"Oh my God. Quasi', wait, no..." Rough sex really undid her senses. Lover hoisted her slightly to the balcony.

"Hold on, like we're escaping. There you go."

Quasimodo positioned weakened legs onto his shoulders to kneel, taste between each. "Heaven's light, you are a gift to sinning men," he moaned gruffly. Esmeralda begged for his attention.

Unfortunately, a gravely familiar voice did too—however distant. Frollo was downstairs. Quasimodo carried sweet Esmeralda and rushed to their previous haven.

"We'll have to indulge each other another night."

He affectionately grabbed her blouse, headband, skirts and dressed her, then himself. She seemed heartbroken till absolute terror pricked her spine. What should they do?

Quasimodo haphazardly jumped onto the overhead beams and reached for her hand. Esmeralda barely scrambled within his tight embrace when the maniacal Judge walked far beneath them.

"Son? Quasimodo…" he tested menacingly. "Very well. You chose to hide rather than face your judgment."

Frollo paced observantly around the cluttered room, and both Roma made their way toward freedom. Quasimodo gently swung out into the night.

"The Court is the only safe place for us," Esmeralda whispered to him. He agreed and descended the cathedral.

"Then we'll go. And worry with us later. This was unforgettable." She had no idea it would alter their dynamic so totally. Now a trial awaited her at the Court of Miracles.

As for Frollo, he had known to wait for Quasimodo's flight before tracking them both.

"But sin will follow you. I smell her, boy. I know. And she will be the end of us," he sneered aloud. General Roquefort awaited more orders.

"Trail the two and don't be caught. We are ready."