The Sin Of Lust (closed)

[silvertongue217]

He heard the chanting and bowed his head joining them in prayer. He thanked the father and the Holy Spirit for the blessings bestowed upon him in life. There were many things for him to be thankful for but today he was the most thankful that he was the youngest head priest in Paris. At 29 he had more power than most and due to his belief he was part of some thing much more bigger and grander a holy mission of which he was a part of. He had much to be thankful for and he lived a life free of regrets or wants.

Or so he thought

He finished the prayer and got up his robes sweeping against the smooth stone floor as he turned. He ran a hand over his short black hair lightly scratching at the perfectly trimmed goatee as he moved across the other praying. He put his nimble hands on them joining a few in prayer and the like as he made his rounds.

“Sir sir!”

He turned noticing one of his pupils running up looking fairly distressed. He sighed and took the boy aside leading him away from the people praying peacefully.

“I have told you your not to disturb me while I am doing my rounds” Frollo said his eyes narrowing slightly “What is it?”

“Sir the city watch just let me know that they managed to set up an ambush for a group of gypsie smugglers coming into the city they wanted you to know since you told them to make you aware”

“Of course” Frollo said his eyes lighting up “ready my horse I will join them”

The pupil nodded and ran away preparing Frollo’s horse. He moved with him reflecting on his good fortune. The gypsies were smuggling more and more into the city these days in an attempt to earn coin. He couldn’t leave Paris and attack their small camps but the gypsies were a blight on the world and an affront to god.

One he had ever intention of smiting

He took off on his horse paying no mind to the city around him. His red and whit robes flapped in the wind as his amethyst eyes narrowed in concentration. He made the journey quickly arriving just as they captured the gypsies.

“Lord Frollo” The city guard said stepping away from the prisoners “We didn’t expect-“

“Me to be here” Frollo said shaking his head “I have come to do gods work captain as have you show me the prisoners”

The captain nodded bringing him over

 

[Drobabes]

She was weighing the prices and costs in her head as they approached the old peddler, and she was pleasantly surprised to see that he was quite hansom for his age. The thought was tossed into the pot for consideration of payments and bargaining. They needed coin badly, and she was willing to go a little farther than usual to get it. Their supplies were thin and though their luck was usually rather good, it didn't mean they didn't get robbed in their sleep from time to time. If that were to happen now, they would be left pan handling on the streets and eating garbage from the sides of the roads. If a night in bed with an older gentleman would get them the coin they needed, or at least some supplies, then she was more than willing. She didn't really mind it that much either, for she was experienced and new how to make it more enjoyable for both parties involved.

"Hello!" Ella called out as they approached.

"We bring kind greetings and the hopes of bartering~"

The old man watched the small band approach with their mule and knew just from a mere once over of their garbs and gear that they were gypsies. He had met many gypsies over the years. Some as rotten as the public wished to believe they were, but many were simply like every other poor soul just trying to live and live well. He doubted that this particular group had thievery in mind, but he would keep his keen eye open either way. He raises his hand in greeting to the young women.

“Bartering eh? Well I've got goods if you've something worth selling.”

“That will depend on what it is you have to sale, and what it is you would like to buy.”

Ella gives the old man a wry smile as she comes closer, making sure that her every step and movement carries beauty and grace to intice.

“Perhaps entertainment is purchasing? Even trading? “

The man looks Ella over once more once she is closer. Her hair was impossibly light-almost as white as a seashell, and as thick as a horses tail. Her body was long and slender but had a proper build for supporting children. The dress robes she wore, long white skirt with light blue jewels hanging loosely around the hips, and even lighter blue scarf tied into a criss-crossed shirt to hold her bosoms, only worked to compliment her sky blue eyes. She wore little to no make-up as far as the peddler could make out. All in all she was beautiful.

“Entertainment...hmm...” he scratches his chin as he thinks a moment.

“I've had a bit of a rough day. I suppose I could sell a few good for a few songs. Do you dance? I would love to see a beautiful flower such as yourself dance.”

“Do I dance?!” she doesn't raise her voice, but she seems almost shocked to the point of disappointment, though she was secretly quite pleased with his flattering comment. Entertainment was as much acting as it was flamboyancy.

“Why, it is what I am known for! Come, come” she says quickly as she places her hands delicately atop his own and lets him feel the warmth of her skin.

“What song would you like to hear first as I dance?”

The peddler smiles broadly to the sweet girl. It wasn't so often that he was showered with such attention, let alone the simple act of affection that her light touch provided. It warmed more than just his hands; it warmed his heart. In less than two minutes after meeting this women, he knew this one could make him drop to his knees and beg if she wished, though he felt she wasn't the sorts to do such nasty things. Or perhaps, only behind locked doors. He shoos the thought away before it can turn his face a shade darker, however, as he tries to think of a song that could match her beauty. It only takes him a moment.

“Do you know the old song, Through Heavens Eyes?”

“The old Egyptian style tune?” Ella asks.

“That would be the one my dear. It's been a long time since I heard it done with some justice to it's beauty. I would love it if you all could play it for me. I''l make it worth your while.”

Ella gives the old man a broad smile before releasing his hands and turning to her three other band members.

“Well boys, you remember how it goes. Let's give this ol'boy a show he won't forget.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Em2dRGuUFPM

She gives Tobius a little wink as he picks up his ukulele and starts the tune with a smile. Next comes Drodien, who sets the pace with his tonbak, and it isn't until Devin begins to sing the lyrics that Ella begins her dance.

She begins slow and steady. Pulsing her hips gently to each swell and drop while snaking her arms and hands enticingly into the air, she makes sure to keep even eye contact with the peddler. When the tune picks up to a faster pace, she give him a smile and a wink just before spinning herself in such a way that her skirt blossoms out into the air and draws attention to her legs and hips as she moves them expertly to each beat and rhythm. Soon she has the man clapping and cheering. Without saying a word she dances over to him and takes his hands, leading him out to join in the dance with her. At first he is a bit taken aback and stumbles, but she is quick to set him on pace and lead him, and not so shy as to not lean into him when the moment was appropriate. By the end of the song, the whole band is laughing and the old man is panting as he walks over and takes a seat on his bench. Still laughing, he manages to get a few words out between heavy breaths.

“Ah, now that..ahaha, now that, my dear, was real entertainment. I have not felt so young in a long time. Let us have another then, hmm? But this time, this time I'll simply..sit here and enjoy the show.”
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By the end of it, the band played and sang a total of six songs, earning them a days worth of food, water, and three bottles of very expensive whisky that the old peddler had been more than generous in offering to them. If sold to the right shop, it would earn them more coin than their simple performance had been worth. In a way, Ella almost felt as if she was cheating the old man, but he had made it more than clear that he knew what he was trading for their simple company and he would barter no more.

They were doing well, very well. Until they were captured smuggling the whiskey into the city.

 

[silvertongue217]

Frollo prepared himself murmuring a quick prayer as he walked over to the captured gypsies. He saw the smuggled goods and his lip curled in anger he struggled to keep his rage in check the gypsies were a curse on this city smuggling goods whenever they wished and living freely. They lived with out a moral code or a god to follow instead they lived freely without a care in the world.

And it infuriated him

Frollo was a man who liked order, disorder did nothing but make him angry and frustrated. One of the reasons he did so well in the church was because of that as well as his commitment to the holy trinity. He was bound in tradition and he approached all things that way. He believed every one needed to worship god and any one who didn’t were heathens of the highest order. Combining that with the stories he heard about gypsies their free spirits and some of their…. Extra activates led to a group of people Frollo wanted nothing more than to run out of his city.

“Gypsie Filth” He murmured stepping off of his horse and moving toward them “Tim to show these “free people” A lesson”

He finally saw the group and stopped his eyes widening. In the group was the most breath-taking woman he had ever seen. In all his years of being a part of the church he never had a problem controlling his dark thoughts. He was a man yes but a man bound to the church to lust after any one was a sin in his eyes.

Yet he had never seen a girl like her

She was breath taking some how innocent and sexy at the same time. Every thing about her drew him in from her eyes and hair to her soft lips and her body. Her dress tastefully showed off her skin but not overtly so but it only made him want to see more. To tear her bodice open and partake of her smooth creamy…..

“Lord Frollo?”

Frollo’s head snapped towards him “We must show these gypsies what happens when they ignore the rules of this city” He said evenly trying to remind himself as to why he was here.

He turned back his eyes once again settling on her. He tried to look a way of ignore her but he felt some thing stirring in him some thing that seemed to over ride his caution and his faith. He bit his lip hoping that the fires of lust weren’t so evident in his eyes. He needed to get away from this unholy creature this temptress before she further used her demonic powers on him.

“Take these three to the prison” Frollo said unable to stop himself “The woman I will take for religious counseling we must teach these gypsies proper religion” He said nodding as the guards grabbed the men and put them into their cart.

He turned his robe swishing as he came over to her hoisting her up and trying not to moan at the feeling of her skin. What was he doing? If he brought this woman to his home it would be forever tainted and there was a chance he would as well. He couldn’t take the chance, couldn’t give in to the temptation.

Yet he kept moving

 

[Drobabes]

He scared her. Whoever this man-this priest-was, he truly set her on ice. He conveyed power and danger and order with every step he took. Though they were not bad traits on their own, combined into this man they radiated sheer danger. Someone to be feared...and when he looked at her that way, she knew her intuition wasn't wrong.

When the guards go to grab her three companions, she cries out and tries to grab Tobius's hand, only to be torn away from him. Dev tries to fight the men off as he is contained, and Tobius does the same, but neither of the men are successful. After a brief moment more of struggling, Tobius manages to throw off one of the guards by landing a left hook into his temple and dropping him. He all but growls as more guards work to contain him, and surprisingly Drodien himself wraps a strong arm around the skinnier mans waist and pulls him back.

"Stop it Toby!" Dro hisses into his brothers ear.

"You are only going to get us all in more trouble. We must wait for a better time. We'll get her out, but you need to stop this now!"

Tobius stops fighting the guards and reluctantly lets them shackle him in, but he glares at the preachers back and into Ellas pleading eyes. He knew the sick look that the monster had in his eyes when he was staring her down, and the fear and in her eyes spoke volumes to the truth that she knew as well. He was going to hurt her.

"You lay a hand on her and I'll kill you!!" Toby shouts after the preacher.

"Do you hear me you diseased alley rat?! If you hurt her I'll make you pay! I'll make you beg for mercy from whatever filthy god you pray too!!"

Over the preachers shoulders, whispered but heard, Ella was pleading like a trapped lamb through quiet sobs.

"Toby...oh god Toby please...no, no, no..."

 

[silvertongue217]

It was the wrong move for the young gypsie to make

For a number of reasons but mostly because Frollo above all else hated disrespect of any kind. He was the lord of the castle, the head priest of Paris who was this street urchin this filth to do this to him! He knew no respect so he would have to be taught it.

And Frollo would make sure the lesson stuck

“Take him to the whipping post” Frollo commanded to the guards ignoring the girls pleading “give him fifty lashes then take them both to their cells to await judgment”

“Yes Lord Frollo” The guards said nodding at loading them into the cart. They slammed the iron doors shut and locked it before taking off with her brothers.

“I would stop resisting my dear” Frollo said his voice a deep baritone that had a lot of depth to it “Your brother has already paid the price of disobedience I would hate for you to have to as well” He remarked resisting the urge to stroke her hair. What was it about this woman?! What was it that drew him in so much? He could feel his entire body reacting to her his cock practically jumping in his pants as he pulled her onto his horse.

He rode quickly through the town letting the silence hang between them. He didn’t know why but he was angling the horse back to his home clearly intent on taking her there and not the church.

“This is wrong” He thought to himself “So why am I doing this?”

The answer was he couldn’t stop

He pulled the horse to a stop outside of his house and was grateful to see his house empty. His servants were gone for the evening and though he didn’t know why the fact made him happy. Not that he was planning on doing any thing!

Right

He got off and carried her in not bothering to sit her on her feet. He put her down and untied her taking the lather thong away and going over to the small basin he had in his living room.

“Are you thirsty?” He asked trying to keep his heart from racing so much.

 

[Drobabes]

"...give him fifty lashes then take them both to their cells to await judgment..."

"No. No!!" Ella kicked at the priest through his robes, stopped, then kicked again just because it felt good to do it. She knew it was pointless and that resisting would do little more than to get her onto Frollos bad side, but those clear thoughts were not so strong that they could fight their way to the front line of her physical reactions to the current situation. So it was that when she was thrown atop his horse like sack of rotten potatoes, she treated him the same and refused to meet his eyes. Likewise, when at last she was deposited into a chair and her hands untied, she does little more than to hug herself and resist the urge to rock back and forth.

"Are you thirsty?"

"No" she says simply, then continues to speak before her the fear and anger can choke her voice.

"You didn't need to do that..you did not have to give him so many! A handful would have sufficed! He is not a stupid man...he would not have retaliated, not really!"

She starts to jumble her words in her hurry to get them out.

"He was simply trying to protect me. He was scared. He was scared goddamnit! That was all!"

She cannot hold back any more. Her shoulders begin to shake and her hands fly to her face to cover her sorrow. Tobius was not the only one that was scared, Ella herself was terrified of what this man was going to do to her. Past experience had taught her how very cruel a human being could be and she had spent many a night praying that she would never have to live through such evil again.

 

[silvertongue217]

“Your brother needed to learn respect” Frollo replied pouring her a glass of water any ways “I am a priest a man of the cloth the lashes will do him well you should be thanking me child the punishment usually is death most of my colleagues would have had him cut down right here and there” He told her patiently sitting down across from her.

“There is no reason to be scared child” Frollo said looking her up and down “I am a church official I am here to provide you religious counseling and to bring you to the side of god by any means necessary” He said not even realizing it sounded like a threat. H licked his lips again letting his eyes travel up and down her frame.

“You are very pretty” he said even as he felt a certain stirring in his loins “I am sure finding a good Christian man wouldn’t be so hard settle down make an honest life for your self in the city if you haven’t been spoiled yet that is” He said trailing off as he starred at her legs.

“Wouldn’t you be much happy doing gods work and living by him” He said his hands beginning to twitch as he suddenly felt feverish. What was wrong with him? He picked up his cup of water taking another sip his cock twitching in his pants.

 

[Drobabes]

She didn't want her eyes off of him while he was in her presence, so she wipes her tears away on her skirt and tries to compose herself as she sips her water and tries to think. He was a presumptuous fellow it seemed. Perhaps she could use that to her advantage.

"I'm sorry" she says slowly.

"I have not had many well favoured experiences with those who call themselves servants of god. Please forgive me for my outburst, but I was afraid for my family. As you said...most would have deemed him not necessary to live."

She takes another sip of the water, being careful not to drink too much lest he slipped some sort of potion in it. Indeed, she was merely letting it touch her lips mostly as a distraction and to give off a false sense of hope for the preacher.

At last she meets his fire eyes with her own ice cold. The mention of doing gods work seems to set off a bit of anger in her soul, and she doesn't try to hide it.

"No, no I don't believe god would wish of me to do his work preacher. He abandoned me long ago."

 

[silvertongue217]

“Why do you say that?” Frollo asked leaning forward her tone and voice only making him more curious. So she thought god abandoned her? Perhaps she could be turned just yet if only he could find a way to show her that god hadn’t that she was brought before him for redemption.

“If god had abandoned you he wouldn’t have let our paths cross” Frollo said looking her up and down once more “It was fate for us to meet even if your brother has been hurt you are in the safety of our great city in the safest home isn’t that better than being outside or in tents or wherever you gypsies live? I don’t mean to take offense but Paris is the worlds greatest city a city built on the foundation of god”

He had scooted closer to her unintentionally he towered over her and the fire of lust was evident in his eyes “Tell me why you think god has abandoned you?” He asked his eyes locked onto hers.

 

[Drobabes]

She wanted to scoot back, or perhaps stand up and walk around the room. His presence made her nervous, and although she does lean back slightly, she forces herself to stay in her seat and speak with him. The way he looked at her was good. She could use that, she could keep him under control if she did this right.

"I do not know of the meaning behind our paths, but I know that he has abandoned me preacher..."

Her eyes shine with fresh wetness as she keeps them locked onto his. She wasn't faking her tears, but they were not shed for the reason that she wanted him to believe.

"He has done nothing to show himself in my life. Or to show me his holy path. I know of what I do, and I know that many would call it wrong..sinful, but to me it is not. It is all I have ever known. Every hardship I have endured was never comforted with anything holy, and every good thing that has happened to me in my life is because I have had to make it happen."

She turns her eyes away from his gaze; so intense she couldn't handle it any longer. Her hands slide up her arms until they are almost touching her shoulder and she hugs herself tightly.

"Your god has never been with me, never been there to guide me. To tell me what is wrong and what is right. I have had no path to follow but my own instinct."

 

[silvertongue217]

“Maybe this has all been in preparation” Frollo said his heart speeding up “maybe you have learned the things you have learned and went through the hardships you have to become stronger god has always put trails in our lives but within those trials are the tools w need to do his work”

He felt the desire in his bodybuilding threatening to take hold. He had no doubt what she was talking about what sinful thing she had been doing and for some reason the knowledge only made him more excited. He was a man of the cloth though! What she was doing had to be some kind of evil spell she had.

“You are a temptress” Frollo said his eyes widening “those sinful things you have done! You are tempting me even as we speak” He said though he made no cause to lean away.

“Of course god has abandoned you with your wicked ways but…. That’s why he has brought you to me to cleanse you to exorcise the wickedness out of your body” He said reaching out and cupping her face.

“But your powers are so strong” He murmured leaning in closer “what is this spell you have cast on me tell me?!” He growled before leaning forward and kissing her roughly his hands preventing her from moving as he locked them behind her back.

 

[Drobabes]

If he wished to think of her as some seductress, some demon women who cast a spell on his weak mind, then so be it. He only proved to give her more power over him, and power is what she needed if she we're going to get bother herself and her family out of this terrible situation.

The kiss came hot and rough against her soft lips and she makes a surprised little squeal. She only fights his vice grip for a moment and then leans into the kiss. She doesn't push with as much vigour or excitement as Frollo, but instead meats his lips with soft, soothing movements. More than a few times she had been taken roughly by a man, too drunk or too excited to wait for the moment of ultimate pleasure. She had always been able to sooth them however. Channel their energy so they did not hurt her in their eagerness to feast upon her flesh. So it was, with practised patience and acting, that Ella attempts to lead Frollo, to take control of the situation before he became so fevered that he did something drastic.

 

[silvertongue217]

Her kiss was pure sin

It drove any rational thought out of his mind made him forget even god. He was in seconds stripped of his tittles and his status in life made into little more than a man who was overcome with lust. She kissed him more softly but he wanted more all but pulling her into his lap as his hands began to dance across her back. He kissed her heatedly trying to move past her simple kisses and get to some thing more heated and passionate. He moaned into her mouth grinding his hard cock against her in an attempt to get some sort of pleasure.

He pulled away breathing heavily his eyes dark with lust. His hands grabbed at her dress trying to pull it off even as his hands shook. Even with her lips off of his he was to far down the rabbit hole unable to look back or steel himself to her body.

He was a man possessed

 

[Drobabes]

Ella gasps as she stares into his eyes, knowing as well as him that he was too far gone. He was a man robbed of pleasure through religion, and though most men would have control of themselves to a degree, she doubted the preacher could or would be able to contain himself, even if she begged. Doing the only thing that she could think of in that instant, she grabs his hands and forces them up and under her scarf-shirt, to her bare breasts. Then, with haste, she un-knots the scarf and lets it fall to the ground. His hands still covering her small breasts, she reaches down and unties the knot holding her skirt just above her waist line. Now free of any barriers, she reaches forward and puts her hands on the sides of his face, guiding him to her lips and giving him the kiss he was craving.

Her body was shaking. Not from anticipation, but fear. She hadn't planned for it to go this far, and not only that but she hadn't prepared for it mentally. She had imagined a few sweet lines, perhaps some crying and confessing of her sins until the preacher believed her story and believed that both she and her family could be saved. Then she would sneak them all out of the city once they were out of their prison cells and out of sight of the holy man. She could still pull that off of course, but she hadn't planned for him to be so overcome with lust...

 

[silvertongue217]

The temptress wanted it

She didn’t try to fight or spur his advances instead she returned his kiss and brought his hands to her sweet young beast. In a far distant corner of his mind what remained of his religious persona raved at her for being so easily seduced that it was clear that she was a whore by the way she wanted him a reverend.

“You slut” He murmured against her lips playing with her breast delighting in the sensation as he pulled and teased he nipples “confess your sins tell me what you are” He growled his head dipping down to bite and suck at her collarbone moving to her breast. His hands slid down as well beginning to lift her skirt as his hard length dug against her inner thighs.

 

[Drobabes]

Ella had to keep telling herself that she was in control, that this wasn't like before. And it wasn't, not really. The only thing that was at all similar was her reaction to the situation. Her fear. She hated that, wished she could toss it away and be done with it forever, but it would not be gone so easily. Her hands we're shaking even more as she tries to touch him. To be here, to simply be in the moment. It was difficult, but she manages to slip her hands under his chin and coax his face up so that she can see his eyes.

"Preacher.." she whispers.

"I could not confess all of my sins in one day, even if I wished."

She rubs herself against his hot member, further tempting him.

"I can't fight this...this is what I am."

She lets out a little gasp as he pinches her nipple again.

"Help me preacher. Please..."

 

[silvertongue217]

Her words shouldn’t be turning him on so much

But they were

His cock shouldn’t be rock hard

But it was

He shouldn’t desire so badly to toss her onto the couch and have his way with her

But he did

And he was going to

H leaned in biting and sucking on her nipples drawing them in. For a man who had no knowledge on such carnal acts he found he had quite the knack for it. His mouth expertly drew her nipple in sucking on it nibbling on it and rubbing it with his teeth. He orally stimulated her nipples for a while getting so lost in the pleasure that he barely noticed any thing else. It was only when his cock wouldn’t stop twitching that he finally pulled away lifting her up off of his lap.

His fumbling hands plucked at his drawstring pants pulling at the flap that hid his hardened cock. He groaned n relief when it finally popped out and pushed her hand down making her commit the act that would cement this sin.

“Do it you temptress” He said moaning softly as he continued to play with her breast “show me your wicked ways”

 

[Drobabes]

Ella had never been the quiet type, and when it came to love making, she was especially bad....in all the right ways. She was not so loud as to wake the neighbourhood, but she made it known that she enjoyed having her breasts teased and fondled. With each nibble and lick, she mewled and moaned, arched her chest to him and let her hands wonder to his hair, gripping it. Much of it was a practised act, a way to draw him in, but she couldn't deny that the way he fondled her helped her to melt into the character that she needed to play.

When he presents himself to her, there is not hesitation. She grips him firmly at the base and takes his hard member into her hot mouth. Taking care not to let her teeth scrape against his silky flesh, she lavishes it lovingly with her tongue and top of her mouth. Moving up and down, she teases him with the sensation of what was to come should he take her. She doesn't stop him from moving on his own accord, but she is firm to keep her hand on his base so he can not access the back of her throat. But he shouldn't need to. She was excellently practised in this act, and always took pride in giving as much as she took.

 

[silvertongue217]

If her body was the devil her mouth was the very force of sin it self

He ran his hands through her hair griping her firmly ash e moaned in pure pleasure. How in the world had he ever missed this? Surely this sort of pleasure should be made available to such a devout servant of god. Yes this much have been why she was sent to him as a reward for his good work his devotion to god.

He let her continue for a few moments falling in love and addiction with the sensation. Soon a different need began to arise a need for some thing so much more

“By god I need you” He said gasping and pulling away “come we must go to bed I must be between your legs” He said pulling her up and practically dragging her to the bedroom.

 

[Drobabes]

If it weren't for his tight grip around her wrist, she might have bolted at that moment. She doubted he had locked the door behind him, and she could run rather fast when she needed to. However, it was probably for the best that he held her so. If she had the opportunity to run, and she let herself slip into such a panic, she might ruin any chance she had. He would only send men after her, and find her within the day.

It was this thought, this knowledge that she was trapped, that let her feet move along with his, and it was only when they were in front of his bed that she finally had to put a forceful grip over his wrist to pry her hand free of him.

"Wait" she said with a shaky breath. Could she continue to hide the fear from him? No, she didn't think she could. So she wouldn't. But she also wouldn't completely confess to him either.

"I...I have had lovers before that..."

She looks up to his face, meeting his eyes to show just a bit of the vulnerability she was feeling.

"That have not been so kind in their love making. They were very...forceful. And rough. I.."

Her eyes break away and stare at the bed as she loses her words in a clenched throat.

 

[silvertongue217]

He heard her words but didn’t care instead attacking and sucking on her neck. His hands were busy pushing his clothing down revealing his large lean body. For a man of the cloth his cock was impressive jutting forward and twitching like silken steel. His eyes assessed her body pulling the last bit of her clothing away. There was no love or even kindness just a man gone to the lust he was feeling towards her. He grabbed her his hands gripping her but not painfully as a he brought her back his cock rubbing against her mound and slit as he furiously made out with her.

His hands traveled down gripping her ass smacking it lightly a few times as he lifted her up. His shuffling feet found the edge of the bed and sent them both over. He made sure not to crush her and suddenly he was in between her legs feeling her hot wet core as he kept making out and claiming her mouth.

He finally entered her driving his cock deep inside of her. He moaned closing his eyes at the incredible sensation that he felt. There was nothing quite like it better than any thing he could have ever imagined. This was what he gave up as a man of the cloth? If so he had been mad! He entered in deeper moaning in pleasure and biting his lip as he filled her completely. For a man of the cloth he was big bigger than any on else she had ever had threatening to split her open as he slowly began to rock his hips the curve of his fat head rubbing directly against her g spot as he struggled to adjust to the new sensational feeling.

 

[Drobabes]

Any protests she might have had were cut off by his taking of her, and though frightened, she didn't fight him. She let him have his way with her mouth and tongue, even finding it a bit thrilling in a way. However, when he entered her, she couldn't help but cry out. Her wetness helped to coat his first thrust, but it hurt all the same. It was fast, rough, and she struggled to adjust to his size. It had been a long time...years...since she had felt something so large taking her so roughly...

Her fingers find his shoulder and side and squeeze as she grunts. Quickly she adjusts her legs so his cock can have easier access, and as he thrusts in her again, her grunt turns into a startled ooh. Her cheeks become flushed as she looks into his lust filled eyes.

 

[silvertongue217]

“See you are enjoying this!” Frollo thundered his eyes narrowing as he took in her lust filled gaze “you are enjoying such an unholy feeling” He growled even as he struggled to ignore his own pleasure.

But it was proving fruitless

In all his years Frollo had never felt some thing so powerfully intoxicating. Her womanly parts were currently clinging to his dick stroking and massaging in a way he would never have imagined possible. The minute he moved the friction of her hot wet sex on his cock threatened to cause him to explode.

“There is no way this pleasure can be real” Frollo said moving his hips back and forth “no way this is denied to us” he said moaning in pleasure s he began to move back and forth testing her limits

 

[Drobabes]

His sudden anger startled her, and she half yells, half moans "yes!"

And she was enjoying it. Each thrust went deeper than the last, pressing against every wall and causing her hips to buck in tuned rhythm. Heat was building in her core already, each wriggle and thrust making her moan louder. Soon she is lost in the senations. Lying back, she lets him have full access to her supple body as her back arches and her eyes close.

 

[silvertongue217]

Frollo knew he should stop, he knew he wasn’t supposed to be doing what he was doing. He knew he shouldn’t be ramming is cock into such a fresh nubile young girl. A girl who was currently laying back showing off her body to him. He knew in the back of his head that he was committing an atrocity to god of the highest order.

But what a body it was

I hands ran all over her stretched out form on autopilot as he kept driving his cock in and out of her. The smell of their sex was heady and the beads of sweat curving over her body looked some how very very tasty. So much so that he reached down unabl to help himself from flicking out his tongue and tasting the curve of her breast as his hands clawed desperately at her hips.