Bab 190: Esmeralda's Choice (Hunchback of Notre Dame)
A/N: Esmeralda's Choice was a commissioned one-shot originally written back in April of 2020. Posting it here for people to enjoy!
Themes: Rough Sex, Fucked Silly, Breeding
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"We did warn you, didn't we?"
"Honestly, we all knew that Phoebus was bad news."
"Undoubtedly, the man is a womanizer and a cad, plain and simple!"
Esmeralda just groans, face down on the table, one arm curled around her head and the other reaching out to clutch at a mug of beer that she's willing to let out of her sight ONLY if she keeps a hold on it at all times. She doesn't bother refuting the gypsies all around her, even though they're all a bunch of irritants and hypocrites. They've changed their tune now, but back when she and Phoebus had originally gotten together, they'd been all celebratory and giddy with excitement that their most beautiful young woman was with such a dashing young man.
To be fair, after Judge Frollo was killed, Captain Phoebus was something of a hero. Perhaps not as much a hero as Quasimodo, who was hailed as the hero of Paris, but Phoebus had still become something of a hero to the Romani people… her people. And he'd become her personal hero as well. Esmeralda had fallen in love with the dashing, handsome man, to the point that she'd been the one to first kiss and proposition him, rather than it being the other way around.
But then, to be fair, Esmeralda always was a fiery, straight forward young woman. She knew when she wanted something, and she made sure that she got it, one way or another. Unfortunately, while she and Phoebus had gotten together… it hadn't lasted, in the end. A couple months after Frollo's death and the beginning of her and the dashing Captain's relationship, Esmeralda had discovered that he was cheating on him.
That was what found her in this bar, rather than with the Captain himself, getting drunk with some of her fellow Romani in some slum deep in Paris. They're all commiserating with her, while also covering their own asses by talking shit about the man who many of them had praised as a hero to their people several times over the last two months.
In all fairness, Phoebus was a good man, Esmeralda knew that. But he wasn't a good boyfriend, and she knew that now as well. In matters of lust, he was weak in soul… and she couldn't see herself spending the rest of her life with a skirt chaser who didn't take anything, least of all love, seriously. Let him go and be the big damn hero, let him have his fun with the women who would happily lift their skirts for him. Esmeralda wanted something more, she wanted something deeper…
"Honestly, I'm just surprised you didn't pick Quasimodo back then. Sure, there's his appearance to consider… but he's definitely more of a hero then Phoebus!"
Esmeralda lives her head at that, frowning, but she has no idea which of her friends that had been. As it is, the idea is suddenly taken up by all the others, who begin jabbering about Quasimodo and the hunchback's better qualities. Not that any of them truly know him like she knows him. In the end, for them it all boils down to 'looking past' his deformities and hailing him as a hero for getting rid of Judge Frollo.
None of them understand that because of how he was raised, Esmeralda had felt uncomfortable going any further then a platonic friendship with the hunchback. It had absolutely nothing to do with his physical appearance, and everything to do with his mental state. Or so she told herself. Despite being of a similar age to Esmeralda herself, his emotional growth and social graces had been all but stunted by his life in the tower.
He wasn't the man for her, because at the end of the day, despite his physical age, he was mentally still just a boy. Right? At least… that was what Esmeralda had told herself. Those were the excuses she'd given herself for why she'd picked Phoebus over Quasimodo, back then. And yet… hadn't Quasimodo at one point misunderstood things between them, believing that she was romantically attracted to him?
The fact that he even understood romance and love and perhaps even lust made Esmeralda second guess herself, especially with all her friends continuing to talk about the hunchback around her, extolling his virtues and commenting on how he was clearly a much better man for her than Phoebus. And… they weren't wrong, were they?
Had she misjudged Quasimodo that badly? Or in truth, was it that she was just shallow? Had she made up all those excuses for why she didn't want Quasimodo as a lover because she wanted the more dashing, handsome, fair-haired Captain Phoebus instead? Beauty attracted beauty, that was what some of her friends had said with breathy sighs, back when she'd first gotten together with the Captain.
But then, wasn't Quasimodo beautiful in his own way? Wasn't he also capable of creating great beauty as well? Deep down inside, part of Esmeralda knows that her friends are just trying to get her to have sex with the hunchback so that they can pry the dirty deets out of her after the fact. None of them actually think there's anything worthwhile there. Just because Quasimodo had become the Hero of Paris didn't mean that women were lining up to drop their panties and lift their skirts for him. Not like they were for Captain Phoebus, as Esmeralda had oh so recently learned.
And yet, despite their selfish reasons… their words, along with Esmeralda's own drunken, tipsy thoughts, are all lining up properly. Phoebus had been a bust… so why SHOULDN'T she give Quasimodo a chance? If the hunchback would still have her, of course. He'd been heartbroken when she chose Phoebus over him, and while their friendship had survived that trial, there was no denying that she'd hurt him badly.
Gritting her teeth, Esmeralda suddenly and abruptly stands up, causing the gypsy women around her to go silent and look to her. She considers for a moment telling them that they're right and that she's going to go talk to Quasimodo… before ultimately deciding against that when she sees the eagerness in their eyes. These are her friends, her people… but they have their shortcomings, in the end.
So, instead Esmeralda doesn't say a word as she flees the tavern, and none of the other women bother following her out. The pity party is back in the tavern, and if the subject of said pity party wants to leave, well, they're quite willing to just turn things into an actual party and continue on without her. That's perfectly fine because Esmeralda… Esmeralda has a hunchback to see.
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The beautiful young woman finds Quasimodo tinkering with his sculptures up at the top of his tower. Even after becoming a hero, the hunchback was still rather shy around large crowds, while also being quite aware that most people, even knowing who he was and what he'd done for them, were still irrationally terrified by his monstrous appearance.
Not Esmeralda though, and as one of the few friends Quasimodo had, she was easily able to gain access to his humble abode overlooking the city. As she approaches, making no effort to hide herself, the hunchback of Notre Dame looks up at her and blinks his one fully functioning eye. A smile splits across his misshapen face when he realizes who it is.
"Esmeralda?"
Smiling right back at him, the beautiful gypsy woman nods her head before steeling herself for what she's about to do.
"That's right, Quasimodo… I've come to see you… and to offer you something I should have offered ages ago."
His look of confusion is understandable, even as Esmeralda reaches up and slowly pulls down her already somewhat lecherous top. Her dark-brown shoulders had already been exposed due to her choice in clothing, making it all the easier for her to drag the top down further and reveal her breasts. Quasimodo's functional eye goes wide in response to the exposure, and he blushes mightily… but to Esmeralda's surprise, doesn't shy away.
It only makes her feel more guilty and shame filled, because the fact that he's staring rather than averting his gaze or covering his face means she was wrong to think him immature and mentally incapable. It's obvious just from the way he's looking at her now that Quasimodo is a full-grown man fully capable of feeling lust and arousal and desire… and she's quite capable of invoking all of those feelings within the hunchback.
After finding out that Phoebus was cheating on her with any hussy who so much as wanted a go at him despite her gorgeous body and all around Romani beauty, Esmeralda honestly needed the win that Quasimodo was unknowingly already giving her. Just having him desire her as a woman was almost enough for her… and before she can really say what she's doing, she's subconsciously going further, stripping down right then and there before his eyes, getting naked as she makes a little show of it.
She is a consummate performer at heart, after all, a woman who's spent her entire life as an entertainer. She's never done this for anyone… save for the Captain. But doing it for Quasimodo honestly feels better then when she'd put on a few stripteases for Captain Phoebus. She can already tell, comparing the two men's reactions, that Quasimodo appreciates what she's doing a whole lot more, on a far deeper level.
Only now, when pitting the two men against each other, does Esmeralda truly realize how shallow Phoebus was and always had been. More than that though, she'd been shallow as well… so in a way, this was her penance, as much as she was curious what it would be like to be with Quasimodo. Even if he rejects her in his next breath, she feels like he deserves this much, the chance to gaze upon her body.
She's fully naked now, revealing that her piercings don't end with her ears. But then to be fair, she is Romani, and the Romani people have always been… decorative. On top of the golden loop hanging from her left ear, Esmeralda also has two more little golden loops piercing her brown nipples, as well as a golden bead, piercing her belly button. She's also still wearing the loose gold bands around her wrists, making her look… well, like something straight out of a Sultan's harem, in all honesty.
But she's not, she's her own woman… which means she can do what she likes with her body. Like giving it over to a hunchback for the chance at happiness that she so desperately longs for.
"Quasimodo… I offer myself to you. Please, let me show you the gratitude I should have those two moons ago."
Licking his lips, the misshapen hunchback hesitates for only a second… before nodding eagerly. Esmeralda's smile takes on a sultry note to it as she slowly moves forward towards him, swaying her hips in an exaggerated manner, making the gold bands on her wrists shift and sparkle lightly, even as the hoops in her nipples bounce upon her dark-skinned breasts.
Meanwhile, Quasimodo hurriedly reaches down with his big burly arms and unties his trousers, yanking them down his legs as the hunchback hurriedly steps out of them. Esmeralda's gaze flows down to his crotch, expecting to see his cock, though what it will look like, she truly doesn't know… even still, not in her wildest dreams did the Romani woman think she would bear witness to a beige elephant's trunk.
That's a bit of an exaggeration, to be sure, but there's no denying that the hunchback has the LARGEST cock she's ever seen, much bigger than any of the boys she fooled around with when she was younger, and far superior to even Captain Phoebus, the blond fop's own member being somewhat average in length, while his technique left much to be desired when it came to a woman's pleasure.
Breath hitching, Esmeralda freezes for all of a moment before hurrying forward, a bit more pep in her step now as she finishes closing the distance between them, only to crash to her knees in unconscious worship right in front of Quasimodo and his growing length. He's getting harder by the second, meaning that her revealing striptease didn't manage to get him fully erect like it has for every other man she's ever done it for.
Biting her lower lip, Esmeralda takes hold of Quasimodo's member with both hands, a thrill of pleasure flowing through her gorgeous naked form as he groans out at her name.
"Esmeralda…"
As well, one of his hands comes down atop her head. Like a massive bear paw, it easily encompasses her entire skull, his thick hairy fingers sliding through her dark curls… but Esmeralda isn't afraid. Certainly, if he wanted to, the hunchback could crush her skull like a grape, right then and there. But she knows for a fact that barring extreme circumstances like with what happened to the Judge, Quasimodo isn't capable of such violent. The hunchback is gentle and kind to a fault, and he would never hurt her.
Instead, as she extends her tongue and begins to lap and lick and slurp at his giant member while stroking it up and down with her smooth palms and slender fingers, Esmeralda actually takes comfort in the presence of his hand atop her head. It feels good having the weight there, knowing that he's fully focused on what she's doing for him right now. In contrast, there were times when Phoebus had even taken visitors while she'd been out of sight, under the Captain's desk in his office, blowing him.
The differences between the two men continue to pile up by the moment, and the more she compares them, the better Quasimodo comes off in comparison to Phoebus. This in turn prompts Esmeralda to step up her game, both wanting to make it up to the hunchback for choosing the wrong man two months back, as well as eager to taste more of his massive cock in her mouth, her pouty lips spreading wide to take as much of him down her throat as she can.
Her gag reflex is something she learned to suppress long ago; truth be told… but that doesn't really help when she's up against a mammoth-sized member like Quasimodo's. As much as she tries to hold it back, she ends up gagging and choking on his big fat dick all the same, her eyes watering along the way.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
Unfortunately, the hunchback isn't the kind of man to put his pleasure above a woman's discomfort, so upon hearing Esmeralda's troubles, he yanks himself back, pulling her away by the powerful grip he has on her head. Esmeralda gasps for air, even as her hands stay firmly attached to Quasimodo's cock.
"I-It's okay, I promise, it's okay… I just… I want to make you feel good. Don't worry, you're not hurting me…"
She looks up at him with a breathless smile as she says those words, saliva and spittle having already collected on her chin and dripped down onto her shapely brown breasts. Privately, she finishes her statement internally with a simple 'I'm hurting me', but she doesn't dare say that out loud, looking only to placate the hunchback so she might continue. After a long moment of indecision, he finally nods and lets her get back to work.
"Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!"
The deep-throating blowjob that Esmeralda proceeds to perform is exceedingly sloppy and messy just by sheer virtue of the massive member she's dealing with, and her own desire to try and get all the way to the base of Quasimodo's cock. She never quite succeeds, unfortunately, even as her neck bulges with his length, even as she stretches her jaw to the breaking point around his member. She gets over halfway, a point of pride in and of itself, but can't quite finish the job.
Nor can she manage to make him cum, much to Esmeralda's chagrin and hurt pride as a woman and a sexual being. When she's finally forced to give up the effort and pull back for air and to rest her aching jaw, she stares at Quasimodo's fully erection, throbbing member with betrayed anger, irritated that it won't give her it's precious spunk. She wanted nothing more than to feel his essence spilling down her throat… but upon second thought, looking at the size of his genitals, both his massive schlong and his hefty ball sack, Esmeralda wonders if she might have drowned herself upon success.
No matter. Rising to her feet, somewhat shaky, Esmeralda is nevertheless left more determined then ever before by her failure. Moving over to one of Quasimodo's sturdy-looking work benches, the gorgeous, naked gypsy leans forward as sensually as she can possibly manage, planting her hands palm down on the table's surface and arching her back like a cat as she juts out her juicy brown ass in Quasimodo's direction. Looking back over her shoulder at him, her face a mess at this point but her smoldering eyes nevertheless shining through, Esmeralda smiles and licks her pouty lips.
"Come on, big boy… come get some relief."
And then, because she's not quite sure Quasimodo knows what to do here and because she really doesn't want that thing to split her in two by going up her ass, Esmeralda reaches down between her spread thighs and uses her fingers to open up her juicy wet cunt, showing it off to the hunchback as she wiggles back and forth.
"Right here, Quasimodo. Put that massive thing right fucking here…"
Moving forward, the hunchback does as he's told, stepping up to the place and lodging the head of his absolutely stupendous cock against her cunt lips. Once he's found purchase, he grabs her hips almost instinctively… and begins to thrust in. Esmeralda yelps and squeaks as his first couple of thrusts don't make much headway, her cunt not virginal but still tight when compared to his size. None of the men she'd been with before could possibly have prepared her for this, nor could any of the toys she'd used on herself down there ever stretched her out far enough to make it smooth sailing.
But Quasimodo doesn't give up, and Esmeralda is glad because she didn't want him to. He fucks into her from behind with repeated short thrusts until he begins making headway, and then he proceeds to give her the best, roughest sex of her entire life as the beautiful young Romani woman is soundly plowed from behind by the hunchback, more and more of his magnificent member disappearing into her cunt with every thrust.
It's not long before Quasimodo reaches the entrance to her womb, but even that doesn't stop him. He rams down her cervix like it's the gate to a castle, his massive cock acting as a more than adequate battering ram before he finally invades that most sacred of places… and promptly turns her womb into little more than a meat condom by sheer virtue of the size of his dick.
As Esmeralda's taut brown tummy bulges from the sheer force with which Quasimodo is now fucking her, the beautiful gypsy woman's eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lolls out of her mouth. The hunchback takes her like a man possessed, and Esmeralda quickly loses all semblance of coherent thought over it, her mind shattering into a million pieces as she squeals and moans and shrieks like a banshee, her body wracked with pleasure, orgasm after orgasm shaking her gorgeous frame.
When Quasimodo finally cums, Esmeralda doesn't even think twice about the fact that he does it inside, not caring in the least that he fills her to the brim with his cum and then some… beyond of course, caring about the pleasure that said act brings her as she twitches and trembles, somehow knowing despite her already sore, already tired body, that this was only the beginning… and that she couldn't wait for more.
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It's later that night, and more is exactly what Esmeralda is getting. Though right now, she's the one doing all the work, riding Quasimodo cowgirl as the hunchback in turn feasts upon his breasts. His hands are too big for her supple tits, which are admittedly quite sizable in their own right. But Quasimodo has the hands of a bear, all big and burly, with thick fingers that are worth three or four of a normal man's fingers.
As such, he has to resort to using just two of those digits, his index finger and his thumb, to play with her tits, pinching her soft melons between his meaty fingers as he leans up and slurps and sucks at her hard nipples. Meanwhile, Esmeralda is bouncing up and down on his cock the entire time, well aware that she doesn't even have a full half of his cock inside of her clenching, drooling quim. All the same, she's moaning like a mad woman as she rides him, her hands clutching at his hairy chest, her entire body shivering with orgasmic delight as the next climax quickly arrives, followed soon after by another and another and another.
Never in a million years did she think Quasimodo would rock her world like this. She'd begun to get an inkling when he'd first dropped his trousers and exposed himself to her, but even then, she'd… she just hadn't known. How could she? No man could ever compare to Quasimodo in size or in natural talent, of that much Esmeralda was one hundred percent certain. This had to be Quasimodo's first time, because she knew the hunchback wasn't a rapist and she also knew no other woman in the entirety of Paris would willingly sleep with him.
Their loss, Esmeralda had come to find. Their loss… and her gain. She might not have thought Quasimodo would rock her world, but sure enough, he had. As he cums inside of her for what feels like the hundredth time, Esmeralda cums with him, her body more in tune with his then it had ever been with Phoebus or any of the other boys she'd been with.
And they were boys, the lot of them. In comparison to the man that she'd discovered Quasimodo to be, none of them could ever hope to measure up. Truly, she understood just how stupid and foolish she'd been to pick the dashing fop of a Captain over the heroic hunchback of Notre Dame. She was an idiot… but at least now she was making up for her folly.
As they both come back down from their highs again, Quasimodo lets go of her tits and reaches for her waist instead, his massive hands easily closing around her slim dark-skinned waist as he lifts her up off of his cock and easily flips her around, putting her on her hands and knees. Esmeralda very nearly cums right then and there at the sheer forcefulness and confidence the hunchback displays in making use of her.
It's an immense turn on that Quasimodo has taken her earlier words to heart so quickly. She'd offered herself to him… and he'd accepted wholeheartedly and without reservation. His cock splits her open from behind once more and as he begins to fuck her doggystyle, Esmeralda lets out a truly wanton moan, arching her spine and tipping her head back in orgasmic bliss. Her eyes aren't fully rolled back in her skull again quite yet, but they likely soon will be, and Esmeralda can't wait, she can't wait to white out around his cock yet again, like she's done a few times already.
But before that can happen, Quasimodo changes tact, reaching up and grabbing a fistful of Esmeralda's flowing, wavy black hair. He looks down at her from above, and Esmeralda's emerald green eyes look up at him, hazy and glazed over, the woman quite delirious at this point from the pleasure.
"Mine… be mine, Esmeralda! Never leave me again! Be my woman!"
The hunchback speaks hurriedly, as if afraid his nerve will fail him. At the same time, there's a distinct hunger and need in his voice as he speaks in a domineering tone. Esmeralda, in her delirium, moans and cums from his words, her pussy walls clinging to his cock as she nods her head as best, she can before answering him.
"Y-Yes… I agree! I'll be your woman! Don't stop fucking me, Quasimodo! Don't stop!"
He roars in triumph and together they cum once again… but just as she'd begged, he doesn't stop fucking her, not even there. Hell, he doesn't even change up positions after that release, instead continuing to fuck her doggystyle, making her ass jiggle and ripple with every impact of his crotch, while her dark-skinned tits bounce back and forth, the hoops in her pierced nipples that Quasimodo had been playing with using his tongue just minutes before swinging all over the place as well.
This was, without a doubt, the start of a beautiful relationship.
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Several weeks later, Esmeralda's friends, or at least, the gypsy women that she'd gone out drinking with that night and who had tried to push her into fucking Quasimodo just on a lark… had begun to get worried. None of them had seen her since that evening in the tavern, and word of her disappearance was spreading through the Romani community in Paris like wildfire.
As the last ones to see her alive, as well as the ones who had likely driven her to leave the tavern once word of their conversation with her got out, the girls were told to locate Esmeralda, right away. To be fair, they were supposed to be her friends, so it was something they should have been doing anyways, if they truly cared about her.
And in all honestly, they were SLIGHTLY concerned. The first place they checked, of course, was with Captain Phoebus. Though they would have all judged her most severely if she'd gone back to the blond fop and his philandering ways, it was where they expected to find her, all the same. However, what they discover is Captain Phoebus all alone, not even willing to take on advances from pretty young Romani such as themselves, still heartbroken over Esmeralda breaking up with him. The idiot was only sorry because he'd gotten caught, in their humble opinion.
Regardless, after checking in with the Captain, the next obvious place to look for Esmeralda was the bell tower. None of them thought she ACTUALLY went to have sex with Quasimodo, fucking the hunchback… was both a disgusting and ridiculous thought for all of the shallow gypsy girls. But they were all well aware that Esmeralda and Quasimodo were friends, so maybe she went to talk things out with him, and maybe he could tell all of them where she went next.
However, when they all sneak into the tower, what they find on the top floor astounds them. On the one hand, their mission is complete, they've found Esmeralda and she's come to no harm… but on the other, the state they find Esmeralda in is… wild, to say the least. All of the peeping gypsy women are given a superb side profile of both their naked, beautiful friend as well as the equally naked hunchback as he plows her up against one of his workbenches, fucking her from behind.
Esmeralda's beauty is unquestionable as ever… but what draws the gypsy girls' eyes at first is the truly massive member that the hunchback is sporting. He's fucking Esmeralda quite roughly… and yet, more than half of his gargantuan length is currently outside of her, he's only fucking her with the first third or so of the massive member, at that.
The reason for this quickly becomes apparent when one of the girls takes a second look at the naked form of their 'dear' friend and nudges the others to all look again as well. Esmeralda is positively radiant, glowing even, and what they'd thought was initially a result of the morning sun coming through the windows of the bell tower, as well as the fact that Esmeralda was clearing getting more than her daily dose of Vitamin D… they finally realize is actually because she's pregnant. Both her tits and her belly have grown in the several weeks since they last saw her.
That's why Quasimodo is taking things easy, even as he plows the moaning, mewling woman so roughly. He's being careful not to hurt the baby growing in Esmeralda's womb, while still giving her a good hard plowing that clearly has her eyes rolling back in her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth in a display of truly delirious pleasure.
Esmeralda has been holed up with Quasimodo this entire time, the gaggle of gypsies ultimately realize. Judging by the crates and the sacks of foodstuffs, the hunchback seems to have made one grand trip in all that time, to get supplies for who knew how many months, and then he'd come back and got right back to fucking her, almost assuredly.
Before the eyes of the hidden onlookers, Esmeralda tilts her head back and reaches out with one hand, caressing the hunchback's misshapen face even as he leans forward in response. The two of them kiss for a moment, before Esmeralda coos loud enough for even those watching from the shadows to hear.
"I'm, a-ah, so happy to be with you, Q-Quasimodo… I'm so, mm, happy to be your woman. Oooh, I want you to breed me for the rest of our days t-together, I want, hah, you to fuck a baby into m-me whenever I'm no longer, ah, pregnant! I-I don't care what a-anyone else thinks… all I want is you and your big, fat COCK!"
As they cum together, the gypsy women watching on do so with jealous looks on their face, not a single one of them truly able to blame her for her words. Based solely off the size of his cock alone, they were all very intrigued… but judging by Esmeralda's absence, her current state, and what she'd just said, it was more than just the member… the hunchback was clearly a masterful lover, one who put even a man like the Captain to shame.
Needless to say, they all wished that they'd gotten to Quasimodo first and were insanely jealous that Esmeralda had beaten them to the punch. None of them were self-aware enough to acknowledge that they were inherently shallow creatures that never had a chance with the hunchback, solely because they would never have given him a chance in the first place.
In the end, Esmeralda was right where she belonged, as was Quasimodo. And everyone else could go suck on an egg if they wanted to judge the two of them.
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