by Ally Vance
She may now be aware it was me who stole her lips and her peace of mind the night I first tasted her in the alley, but that knowledge didn’t affect her enjoyment. It didn’t stop her from reaching pleasurable heights when I ploughed into her mouth and throat with my cock while my uncle ate her pussy like it was dessert. The way her lips looked when they were wrapped around my shaft, the indescribable feel of her tonguing my length, and the thought of her sated expression already have me aching for more.
I may have held back before because I knew my uncle was watching, but this time there’ll be no voyeuristic eyes observing my every move. I’m more like my uncle than he cares to admit, although I've seen the awareness in his eyes. He knows full well what darkness runs in my veins because it flows through his too in much greater quantities. Uncle Frollo tries to hide behind his holy facade, but no amount of good deeds can banish the evil within him. We’re two monsters bound by blood and a carnal desire for a woman who beckons to our lustful demons lurking out of sight.
He lost some of his perfect control back there with Esme, and the anger and frustration at his failure is what has him locked inside his bedroom now in self imposed solitude. He hates feeling weak; a slave to his urges. I’m choosing to embrace mine, which is why I’m making my way back to her. The clock starts to chime as I draw closer to the secured door separating me from Esme. I've come to spend some time with the woman who plagues both my thoughts and my uncle’s, and he’s completely oblivious I’m here.
Securing the main door to the clock tower behind me, I hurry down the short corridor towards the room holding the woman who’s cursed me with insatiable desire. The heavy clunk of the bolt as I shoot it across the door to her prison brings a smile to my face, and as I turn the key in the lock and pull the door open, the anticipation and excitement becomes almost uncontainable.
On entering, I close the door firmly behind me. Confusion immediately fills me when I see the empty room and Esme noticeably absent. I’m just about to panic when the sound of footsteps reaches my ears between the chimes of the bell now sounding out from above, and I spot the wide open door leading to the clock tower. Before I can move to find her, Esme staggers through the door, slamming it shut behind her.
When she catches sight of me standing in the room, she screams. Her eyes dart over to the door behind me and I smirk, knowing exactly what’s going through her mind right now. I inch towards her, and she takes a wary step away, and then another. I allow her to direct our little dance. I can barely hold back the laugh when our careful movements bring her closer and closer to the unlocked and unbolted door I entered through, and our positions in the room are now a mirror of how we found each other mere moments ago.
Neither of us says a word, but I watch her closely, noticing the way her gaze flits between me and the door behind her that leads to freedom. The sight of hope blooming in her eyes feeds the monster beneath my skin because I know I’m about to watch that look die when she realises there’s no escaping from me. I slowly reduce the gap between us, pushing her closer and closer to her goal. She runs the last few steps, and grabbing the handle, she pulls the door open.
A terrified scream escapes her lips when she spins back round to see me standing directly behind her. I cut off the sound with my mouth and shove her up against the heavy wooden barrier, pushing it closed once again with the weight of our bodies. Her lips fight with mine, and she pounds her fists on my chest until I grab them and force them against her body, pinning them in place. The fight and fire in this enigmatic beauty is what drew me to her, and I’m thrilled to see we haven’t managed to break her. Good. I still have time to play with her and gradually wreak an exquisite destruction on her body and mind.
She finally succeeds in breaking our kiss, and shouts, “Quinlan, stop!”
I bring my face close to hers and narrow my eyes when I see the defiance and hint of want shining in the green gaze she's levelling back at me.
“Your attempt to be strong is cute, Esme, but tell me, why are you fighting me when we belong together?” I demand, squeezing her wrists tightly in my hands and eliciting a pained gasp from her when she starts to struggle again.
Pain shoots through my body when her knee connects with my groin, and I groan in agony, releasing her to grab at my balls.
“Fucking bitch!” I growl, sinking to my knees.
Her palm connects with my cheek, and the slap echoes around the stone room. When her hand comes flying towards my face again, I manage to grab her wrist this time.
“You’re hurting me! Let go!” she screams when I tighten my grip.
“No!” I hiss, pulling her towards me and unbalancing her.
Esme falls, and before she can do anything else, I clamber on top of her. My throbbing balls are further evidence that her inner fire is still blazing brightly, but instead of wanting to stoke it, now I want to quickly snuff it out.
My uncle can go fuck himself while I fuck the little witch beneath me into oblivion.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Frollo
Quinlan isn’t as stealthy as he thinks he is, and of course, I know exactly where he plans to go now he believes my back is turned. I’m angry at myself for losing control in front of him. I've had a tight leash on my inner demons for too long to let them escape on a whim, but something in Esme makes me want to set them free. Her allure is far too strong for me to resist, and I find myself no longer able or wanting to hold them in. Family or not, if Quinlan has harmed Esme in any way, then I’ll make sure he pays for it.
The thought of him touching her makes me furious. My obsessive need for this woman is more powerful than even I can handle. I want her for myself, and I’m not willing to share. I let him have his one stolen moment with her when we locked her up. However, him going behind my back is unacceptable, and I won’t have it.
I watch as Quinlan moves down the aisle and heads towards the door behind the altar. I knew it. I inch my way up the steps to the pulpit, careful to make no sound, and remain hidden from view. When he unlocks the door and steps into the confines of the corridor leading to Esme, I barely register my next actions as I pick up the solid object sitting in the small alcove next to where I’m standing.
I keep listening as he enters the corridor and secures the door behind him. I shake my head; I should never have given him my spare set of keys. When I hear the sound of the heavy door to the clock tower being opened and closed, I move quickly to unlock the door to the corridor and make my way stealthily along the passageway.
Raised voices and the sounds of a scuffle reach my ears, and I open the door to a scene which makes me see red. I never expected Quinlan to go this far, and it’s like watching someone else act as I bring the heavy chalice down on the back of his skull, knocking him unconscious with a single blow. I immediately crouch down to check on him, relieved he’s not bleeding. He’ll have a killer headache when he comes round, and he’ll be pissed I double-crossed him, but I don’t seem to have caused him any serious harm. When I look up to meet Esme’s shocked and frightened eyes, I know it’s all worth it.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and she appears frozen to the spot. We stare at each other for a long moment, but when I rise back up to my full height, she lets out a high-pitched scream, scrambles to her feet, and bolts for the exit, her skirt flaring out behind her. I don’t immediately rush after her, because there’s no way she can get out of the church. Apart from the door to the corridor, which I left open, all the other doors are secured, and there’s no way she'd overpower me. The only way Esme will get out of here is with my blessing, and that isn’t going to happen.
If I have to keep her captive in my church until she admits she's mine, then so be it. I’ll do what I must to ensure Esme and Quinlan know exactly who she belongs to, and it isn’t and never will be him. I prowl after her, my movements slow and precise. She can try to hide, but I know every inch, every nook, and every cranny of this building, and I will find her. I’m now standing between her and freedom, b
ut her liberty will come at a price. She must surrender completely to me, and only me.
After taking back my spare keys from Quinlan and leaving him unconscious in the clock tower room, I bolt the door from the outside before slowly making my way back down the corridor to the main body of the church. It’s time to hunt for the little temptress, to haunt her footsteps like she does my mine.
“Where are you hiding?” I call out, scanning all the dark corners of the church.
Daylight is fading fast, but I've all night to spend playing cat and mouse with Esme. This is my territory after all, and I don’t have to answer to anyone, except God who’s currently being muffled by the devil whispering in my ear. The silence I get in response to my question is no surprise. I didn’t expect her to answer.
I take my time, thoroughly exploring every recess and hidey-hole big enough to shelter the little mouse I’m hunting.
“You can’t hide from me forever, Esme. I will find you,” I taunt, relishing the sinister way my voice echoes off the walls and high ceiling.
I listen intently for any sounds that will reveal her whereabouts to me. I move around the church, bypassing my locked office and circling my way back towards the central aisle. I must be getting close now, and I have my suspicions as to where she's chosen to hide. I’m not going to approach the location immediately, though. I want to draw out the fun and make her sweat a little more as I prepare to end this game.
I fix my eyes on the last place she could possibly be and start edging quietly towards it, keeping my footsteps light so as not to make her aware of my proximity to her. Wild excitement is rushing through my veins, and I’m eager to see what she does next. Will she continue to flee, or will she surrender? I’m about to find out.
I stand in front of the altar, watching the linen cloth covering it sway, to-and-fro, with Esme’s soft breaths. Is her heart pounding as hard as mine? Is she afraid, or is she eager for me to find her and for this to be over? Inhaling slowly, I silently crouch next to where she's concealed, separated from me by a simple piece of material. I’ll have to be quick. Neither of us moves. Does she know I’m here, just a breath away from her? Does she think I've given up, or is she just hoping that I have? It’s time to find out.
In one swift movement, I thrust both hands beneath the altar and seize Esme. A piercing scream fills the building as I haul her out by her legs.
“Nooooo!” she cries, scrabbling to find purchase as I drag her across the floor.
She struggles, but I quickly overpower her, making sure not to leave myself vulnerable. I pull her arms behind her back and pin her wrists together at the base of her spine with one hand before hoisting her upright. Then with the other hand, I bend her facing forwards over the altar, and using the same hand, I shove her skirt up to her waist, exposing her underwear clad arse. Damn this woman. I’ll never be free from temptation when her entire presence leaves me in a state of crazed desire
“Why are you doing this? This is wrong!” she pleads when I move to stand directly behind her, pressing the solid evidence of her effect on me against the sweet place between her thighs.
“Why are you still fighting this?” I whisper, aligning my whole body with hers, and inhaling the scent of her hair…and of her fear.
I run a finger down the curve of her neck, feeling her pulse thrum at my touch. She doesn’t reply, but I don’t need her to. I already know the answer. Esme is as cursed by me as I am her. It’s a kind of witchcraft, and we’re powerless to break free of it. I don’t want to destroy this spell she's woven in my mind. I just want her. It doesn't make me weaker, it makes me hungry.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Quinlan
Opening my eyes, my vision is blurrier than usual, and an incessant pounding in the back of my head isn’t helping.
“What the fuck?” I groan as I sit up, and gingerly touch the back of my head.
My fingers run over a throbbing lump forming on the back of my skull; thankfully, there’s no blood. I suppose I should also be grateful my glasses are still intact. I lean forward and rest my head on my knees while I wait for my vision to clear and the pain to subside a little. After a few moments my eyes start to focus. There are still dark areas in my peripheral vision, but that’s normal for me.
I look around and try to recall the last thing I remember before everything went black. Flashes of Esme trapped helplessly beneath me come rushing back, and a white-hot fury almost blinds me with rage. She's gone, and I’m alone. This has to be her doing.
Fumbling in my pocket for the keys, I swear under my breath when I find that they’re missing. I swing around and march over to the door, and grabbing the handle, I twist and pull, but it doesn’t budge. I grit my teeth through the pain and restrain myself from roaring in anger at how the little witch has managed to elude me and escape.
The door is a solid oak barrier, imprisoning me as effectively as it had imprisoned Esme, and even I have doubts in my ability to break it down. I slowly pace around the room, thinking hard, running every possible scenario through my mind as I contemplate ways to escape. I stop and look down when one of the heavy paving slabs shifts slightly beneath my weight. I step back onto the slab, testing whether it’s my imagination, but once again it shifts.
Smiling, I crouch down to take a closer look and notice the cement between the stones has cracked and crumbled away. There’s just enough room for me to slot my fingers in the gaps. Maybe I can lift it free? I grunt with the effort as I attempt to loosen it. Even though it’s heavier than I anticipated, it’s not immovable and gradually I feel it give way.
Once I've managed to heave the slab out of its position, I take a few deep breaths to clear my head before carefully lifting it. I’m not entirely sure my plan will work, but I've got to take the chance, or else, I’m not getting out of here until Uncle Frollo comes back to check on Esme. I can’t risk waiting that long and neither can he, because even though she's an outcast in this town, someone may pay attention to her claims of kidnap and come to investigate. If we have to shut her up for good to prevent her from opening her mouth, then so be it.
I make my way over to the door, careful to keep a firm grip on the solid stone slab. Breathing slow and deep, I raise it high and slam it down against the wood. The door buckles under the pressure, but holds. My muscles are screaming when I prepare to do it again, and I know this is my last chance. Everything seems to rush to a near standstill as I bring the slab down hard and the wood and metal fractures beneath the weight and force of the heavy block.
I jump back as the stone slips from my grasp, hitting the floor and splitting in two with a small puff of dust. A smile spreads across my face when I see the shattered wood. I slam my shoulder against it, gritting my teeth as pain erupts, but I repeat the action until a scraping sound of metal reaches my ears and the bolt on the other side comes loose. I grip the handle tightly in my fist, and applying as much momentum to my action as possible, I mentally brace myself as I throw myself at the door, forcing it open and breaking the lock completely. I’m free, and now I've a tempting little witch to hunt down. Esme had better be ready for me because she’s about to burn beneath my ire.
Fury drives me down the narrow corridor leading back to the church, but as I approach the main building, strange sounds reach my ears. Summoning every ounce of self control I possess, I force myself to think rationally and slow my pace to a stealthy amble. Creeping slowly towards the door at the end, I take a long moment to steady myself as I lean against the wall, listening. I don’t want to alert whoever is in there to my presence, and in my current condition, it’s harder than normal to be surreptitious. The volume of noise coming from the other side of the door gives me confidence that I won’t be heard, though, and I push the door open enough to see into the church beyond.
When the source of the sound comes into view, I’m not sure whether I feel shocked, angry, or impressed. I settle on a mix of all three as I quietly seethe from my spot behind the open door, transfixed on the scene un
folding in front of me. Uncle Frollo has Esme bent over the altar with her skirt bunched up around her waist, and her wrists manacled behind her in one of his hands while his other is gripping her waist. Her bare arse jiggles slightly with every punishing thrust from him, and the combined sounds of her high pitched moans and whimpers, his grunts, and their skin slapping together as he pounds into her echo distortedly around the church.
Without a doubt this is the most erotic and infuriating scene I've ever encountered. I find myself unable to look away. My uncle, the pastor of this church, and a man of God, is fucking the devil’s temptress over the altar of his own church like a man possessed. I envision myself in his place, owning Esme’s delectable body, being the one to elicit such sounds from her while I impale her sweet pussy, over and over, with my cock.
I’m so distracted by the sound of Esme’s cries and the pinked flesh of her arse after Frollo lands a sharp spank to the exposed cheek that I hardly notice I’m touching myself. I’m too late to stop the low groan which tumbles from my mouth. My uncle’s attention diverts to me and a momentary look of surprise and annoyance crosses his face when his gaze lands on me. It’s quickly replaced by a deeply smug expression, filling me with anger. He looks away, dismissing me, and continues working his cock into Esme’s pussy. He wrangles a garbled scream of pleasure from her lips before plunging deep into her body one last time, shuddering as he once again fills her pussy with his cum.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Esme
It’s almost as though some sort of higher power renders me useless whenever Frollo touches me. I become pliant and malleable to his every whim. I want to fight him…I should fight him, but this evil man in holy garb has an unshakeable power over me I can’t even begin to comprehend. When his nephew held me down in that room earlier, I didn’t know what to do, or how I’d escape. I shouldn’t have felt the sense of relief I did when Frollo intervened, but I was helpless to prevent it overtaking me.
