Esmeralda Burns
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A/N: If you're familiar with the Disney adaptation of The Hunchback of Notre Dame, then most of this should make sense.
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Judge Claude Frollo lit the base of Esmeralda's pyre before stepping back to observe the fire as it spread.
To his pleasure, her look of defiance quickly became one of fear, and she shrunk back against the stake in an attempt to distance herself. But, the flames were persistent. They snaked upwards, swallowing all wood in their way and sending a pillar of smoke into the sky.
The tainted air took its toll on Esmeralda. She slumped forward and coughed in her struggle to breathe, which was enough for Frollo's smile to turn into a grin of triumph. The gypsy was now suffering as she deserved, and he knew that the spectacle had only just begun.
The flames continued to advance until Esmeralda stood amid an island of fire. Dizzily, she raised her head to the sky as if hoping for salvation, but Frollo was sure that nothing of the sort would happen. She was, after all, a witch sent by the devil to drive him mad with lust, and there was no place in heaven for the likes of her.
"Let her taste the fires of hell," Frollo thought while recalling the words of the song he had sung to himself by the fireplace some nights before. "Or else let her be mine and mine alone..."
By this time, the hem of Esmeralda's white shift had ignited. She let out a weak gasp as the soft fabric singed before falling apart into tatters. The flames found her dainty feet and went wild at the taste of her tender skin and flesh.
The strength seemed to return to her body as she screamed and yanked against her tight ropes, desperate to escape now that she was actually burning.
"Mercy! Have mercy on me!"
Frollo ignored the plea and continued to watch from the edge of the platform. Her strong yet graceful legs fell victim to the flames next, increasing his satisfaction. Without them, she would never again dance like a temptress and seduce righteous men like him away from the path of God.
Esmeralda's dusky skin blackened and peeled away to reveal the pink flesh beneath, which in turn also darkened and charred. Her emerald eyes became wider than they had ever been as she released slow pants of pain from her crimson lips. The flames reached her hips and waist, causing her to twist in such a licentious way that Frollo found himself aroused. His jaw tightened and he stared at her in rage. It was not meant to be this way. She was not supposed to have such power over him on her dying day.
But, it only grew worse. The bodice of Esmeralda's shift eventually burned away as well, exposing her mounds of sin for all to see. Frollo felt a tightness against the inside of his dark robes, yet he could not help himself. They were so round and full, with perfect little tips that he yearned to caress and feel with his tongue until her body quivered in ecstasy.
However, the damned flames had taken such pleasure from him, and it was too late to undo the situation. Esmeralda's breasts sizzled violently before they burst into splatters of fat, adding more fuel to the fire. It leaped straight up with a deafening roar to swallow her shoulders and slender neck, leading to Esmeralda's eyes glazing over as the life left her body.
Her head sagged forward to invite the destruction of the flames, and they obliged by feasting on her luxurious raven hair. Emerald eyes lost their vibrant color and melted away, followed by supple skin becoming cracked and papery.
The brightness of the raging pyre and the foul smell of Esmeralda's burning remains became too much for Frollo to bear. He staggered his way off the platform, oblivious to the people around him until his stomach lurched and he threw up in front of all of Paris.
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Well, that's the end of this story. I hope you appreciated it.
Here's a gif by The Nameless Doll, as well as fanart of a naked Esmeralda by an unknown artist:
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Judge Claude Frollo lit the base of Esmeralda's pyre before stepping back to observe the fire as it spread.
To his pleasure, her look of defiance quickly became one of fear, and she shrunk back against the stake in an attempt to distance herself. But, the flames were persistent. They snaked upwards, swallowing all wood in their way and sending a pillar of smoke into the sky.
The tainted air took its toll on Esmeralda. She slumped forward and coughed in her struggle to breathe, which was enough for Frollo's smile to turn into a grin of triumph. The gypsy was now suffering as she deserved, and he knew that the spectacle had only just begun.
The flames continued to advance until Esmeralda stood amid an island of fire. Dizzily, she raised her head to the sky as if hoping for salvation, but Frollo was sure that nothing of the sort would happen. She was, after all, a witch sent by the devil to drive him mad with lust, and there was no place in heaven for the likes of her.
"Let her taste the fires of hell," Frollo thought while recalling the words of the song he had sung to himself by the fireplace some nights before. "Or else let her be mine and mine alone..."
By this time, the hem of Esmeralda's white shift had ignited. She let out a weak gasp as the soft fabric singed before falling apart into tatters. The flames found her dainty feet and went wild at the taste of her tender skin and flesh.
The strength seemed to return to her body as she screamed and yanked against her tight ropes, desperate to escape now that she was actually burning.
"Mercy! Have mercy on me!"
Frollo ignored the plea and continued to watch from the edge of the platform. Her strong yet graceful legs fell victim to the flames next, increasing his satisfaction. Without them, she would never again dance like a temptress and seduce righteous men like him away from the path of God.
Esmeralda's dusky skin blackened and peeled away to reveal the pink flesh beneath, which in turn also darkened and charred. Her emerald eyes became wider than they had ever been as she released slow pants of pain from her crimson lips. The flames reached her hips and waist, causing her to twist in such a licentious way that Frollo found himself aroused. His jaw tightened and he stared at her in rage. It was not meant to be this way. She was not supposed to have such power over him on her dying day.
But, it only grew worse. The bodice of Esmeralda's shift eventually burned away as well, exposing her mounds of sin for all to see. Frollo felt a tightness against the inside of his dark robes, yet he could not help himself. They were so round and full, with perfect little tips that he yearned to caress and feel with his tongue until her body quivered in ecstasy.
However, the damned flames had taken such pleasure from him, and it was too late to undo the situation. Esmeralda's breasts sizzled violently before they burst into splatters of fat, adding more fuel to the fire. It leaped straight up with a deafening roar to swallow her shoulders and slender neck, leading to Esmeralda's eyes glazing over as the life left her body.
Her head sagged forward to invite the destruction of the flames, and they obliged by feasting on her luxurious raven hair. Emerald eyes lost their vibrant color and melted away, followed by supple skin becoming cracked and papery.
The brightness of the raging pyre and the foul smell of Esmeralda's burning remains became too much for Frollo to bear. He staggered his way off the platform, oblivious to the people around him until his stomach lurched and he threw up in front of all of Paris.
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Well, that's the end of this story. I hope you appreciated it.
Here's a gif by The Nameless Doll, as well as fanart of a naked Esmeralda by an unknown artist:
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Oh, your description of Esmeralda's burning is so good, and I specially like the point that Frollo could not feel pleasure but disgusting.
Thanks. Frollo is a very conflicted man, especially when it comes to his lust for the most sexy/beautiful gypsy in Paris.
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