Esmeralda’s Choice (Hunchback of Notre Dame)

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!

Summary: Esmeralda regrets choosing the Captain over the Hunchback when said fop of a Captain ends up cheating on her. So she goes back to the hunchback, hoping he might take her after all. She gets exactly what she wanted.

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...T/his chapter is updated by nov(ê(l)biin.co/m

"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.

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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