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The Essence of God	By : gypsywhore1 Category: +1 through F > Disney, Misc. Views: 13037 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Essence of God
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“What are you doing?” asked Esmeralda, disgust coloring her voice. Frollo’s arm tightened around her waist.
“I was just imagining a rope around that beautiful neck,” he murmured, caressing her neck. Esmeralda elbowed him in the gut. Frollo lost his grip on her, and she scurried to separate their two bodies.
“I know what you were imagining,” she snarled. Frollo opened his mouth to counter, but was surprised when Esmeralda took a step closer to him. Eyes flashing, she drew close enough to him so that she could whisper and he would still hear her.
“I may be able to grant the wishes of your imagination—for a price.”
Frollo considered her. His eyes fell on her curvaceous body, her lustrous raven locks, her pouting pink lips…
“Speak, then. A deal with the devil may be worth the price,” he purred.
“Follow me,” said Esmeralda, grabbing his arm. She dragged him through a door to their right and pushed him ahead of her. He looked around. They were in one of the many staircases that led to the upper levels of the cathedral—this one only being used by the priests, who were all, like the Archdeacon, in afternoon prayer.
THUNK.
Frollo finished surveying the small space to see Esmeralda shut the door. She locked it and pressed her back against the door. In the process, her ample chest strained against the fabric of her thin white blouse.
“Speak, witch,” said Frollo, doing his best to control his impulses. His eyes moved from her breasts to her dark eyes.
“I have a proposition,” said Esmeralda, “I know what you want.”
“Do you?” asked Frollo coldly.
“Oh yes,” murmured Esmeralda, stepping close to him again, “The eradication of my kind must stem from somewhere. You want something else. Something I can give you.”
“Careful, witch,” warned Frollo. It was becoming harder to control himself, “What is the deal?”
“Simple,” said Esmeralda, “I give you the chance to prove your holiness by tasting your…essence. If you taste as holy as you proclaim, I will let you have a taste of my wickedness. If you satisfy me, I may let you…save me. Bring me closer to God.”
Frollo couldn’t believe his ears. The gypsy, offering herself to him? And going to great lengths to justify the action as worthy of God…
“And what, witch, do you want in return?” he asked. She stepped even closer to him, and after her enticing words, he knew he was already rock-hard underneath his robes.
“My freedom,” she stipulated.
It wasn’t even a choice. Frollo’s thin lips curled into an evil smirk, and he sat on one of the steps behind him. Without any preamble, he lifted his robe to reveal pale, thin legs, with a throbbing 8-inch cock situated between them.
Esmeralda was surprised by his length, but was not deterred. She had seen the worst of the world, and was adding to the list. She went down on her knees in front of Frollo and gave him a wicked smile before parting her lips and taking him into her mouth.
Frollo gasped. He had never had a woman (willingly) before, and had never had a woman take him into his mouth. Still, he was determined to reap the benefit of saving this wicked little gypsy.
Slowly, Esmeralda licked Frollo’s cock from base to tip, causing the older man to shudder with pleasure. Her tongue circled the tip before she licked a few jots of precum from it. Without any more tricks, she opened her pretty mouth wide and took the entirety of him in, and began to suck.
Frollo groaned in pleasure. Her hot mouth felt like delicious hell on him, and she took him in so very, very deep down. He found himself burying his hands in her beautiful dark hair, pushing her down further on him, so that his cock was buried in her throat.
They carried on like this for a few minutes, Frollo panting with the effort of not exploding, the overwhelming sense of pleasure both foreign and dangerous to him, but still all-consuming and wonderful. He was close when Esmeralda delicately began playing with his balls, and then he lost it. Spurts of cum rained down Esmeralda’s throat, and she swallowed all of it, lapping it up like a greedy puppy.
Panting still, Frollo watched as Esmeralda raised her head from his lap, licking him off her lips. Her dark eyes flashed.
“Essence from God himself,” she murmured, “I will allow you to taste hell.”
Suddenly no longer tired, Frollo stood. His drained cock hung limply down his leg. He and Esmeralda switched positions: she now sat on the step, and he kneeled in front of her skirts. He removed his hat and stared at her breasts.
“I want to see them before I begin,” he demanded. Esmeralda nodded in compliance, and removed each sleeve of her shirt before pushing down the entire thing to reveal large, supple breasts, dark nipples erect in the dim light. Without a word, she shoved her skirts up to her waist to reveal her perfect pink slit, glistening and ready for his sample.
Frollo grabbed her thighs and kissed each one. He heard Esmeralda moan slightly, and so he made his way to the prize. Without warning, he licked up and down her slit once before thrusting his tongue deep inside.
Esmeralda was moaning as he thrust in and out, and was growing subsequently louder and louder. Emboldened by his success and the sweet, sweet nectar oozing from her, he used one of his fingers to rub her swollen clitoris. Here, she almost screamed, and began to thrust her womanhood at him. She was close. He almost didn’t want to bring her to the state of wonder—her demon taste was too good. But he wanted all of her, willingly, to succumb, and so while she was on the brink, he bit down gently on her clit.
She came. The witch’s juices flowed onto his lips, and just as she had done, he lapped them up, savoring his first and last taste of the devil.
Esmeralda was panting as he came back up, breasts heaving, and he wanted to grab them and squeeze. He realized then that he was hard again, much more hard than last time. He waited for what she would say.
“You may save me, your Eminence,” she murmured. He growled in response, and began licking her nipples, determined to make her come to God again. She would have him inside her, and she would see Heaven.
“Ohhhhhh,” she groaned. He stopped licking her to make her stand, still panting, hot, and ready. He resumed her seat, and then moved her to sit on his lap. She helped him position her over him, and in a few moments, he had slunk inside her. When their bodies connected, they simultaneously moaned into one another.
“Lord in Heaven,” he panted. She was tight, so tight he felt like God was talking to him. Then, she started to move—up and down, to the side, up and down. It was torture and bliss combined. Groaning, he grabbed her hip with one hand and began to knead one of her breasts with the other.
Their pacing quickened. She was bouncing atop him now, breasts floundering, making fluttery little noises of pleasure. He was sweating. His cock was drilling into her with no mercy, and her noises grew louder, into growls. He was plunging, deeper and deeper, and they started to move faster and faster in sync with each other.
“Ohhhhhh, ohh,” Esmeralda moaned, “Bring me to God. Let me see the pearly gates!”
“I will save you, witch,” groaned Frollo as their pace became to fast it was surely time to explode, “Cum with me. Cum like the little whore that you are. Take my holiness within you!”
“Fuck!” shouted Esmeralda. They bounced harder together, and Frollo felt as if he was hitting her womb.
“I’m coming to God! I’m coming to God!” screamed Esmeralda. The proclamation undid Frollo, and he burst inside her.
“Repent, whore!” he shouted, losing himself. Esmeralda came, too, her juices mingling with Frollo’s seed and leaking out of her of her hot cunt.
The two’s pace slowed after they came, until they stopped, both breathing hard. Smiling evilly, Frollo stood, pushing her wasted body off of him. She hit the cold stone floor with a THUMP, and he righted his robes and retrieved his hat. He had gotten one thing he wanted.
“What are you doing?” asked Esmeralda, eyes flashing, half-naked on the ground.
“No bargain,” said Frollo coldly, “You did not repent, only attempted to seduce me. It did not work.”
Before Esmeralda could do anything but growl at him, he continued.
“You've chosen a magnificent prison, but it is a prison nonetheless. Set one foot outside, and you're mine.”
With that, he opened the door and left.
Fin
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