Swan Obsession

A few days had passed, and the sun was beginning to set. The very first stars began to dot the sky, though the clouds were still painted with pinks and golds. High above, the moon was just beginning to show her face. Her wings gracefully spread, Odette landed upon the shore of the lake, after a serene flight around the edge of Rothbart's land. She watched the inky water ripple below her, and swam a small circle. She never dared to wander too far, for he was her only means of tranformation. As much as she did enjoy her swan form, it was still a cage that held her, no better than her father's aspiration that she wed Prince Derek. There was a slight rustling in the black trees, but her attention was caught by the swirling mist of water around her as she felt her body change. Was Rothbart near? She had not seen him. She raised her arm demurely across her chest, unconsciously hiding her nudity.

A sparkle of magic dust caught the corner of her eye, and an instant later, the landscape around her began to change. Odette gasped; this was the first she had ever seen of his more extravagant illusion magic, aside from the spell that kept her in swan form. She never knew that Rothbart's land had such potential for beauty.

The inky black lake in which she still stood became a brilliant crystal-like blue green, and the shores a sandy white. The gnarled trees instantly bloomed in lavender and pink flowers, elegant and dainty like a princess's bedroom. The crumbling stone ruins of an arbour became pure white marble, encircled by morning glory vines, blue and fragrant. Flowers sprung up between the trees, a dizzying array of hues and scents. The sky above her appeared to be suspended in eternal twilight.

Odette spun around, soaking in the glorious sight and forgetting her own nakedness. Movement caused her to face towards the white arbour, and from behind it came Rothbart, dressed regally like a golden knight, with a sapphire studded crown atop his head. His chest plates and gauntlets gleamed richly, and for a moment Odette forgot to breath. Her mind instantly recalled the knight in the tapestry of her bedroom.

"You're knight in shining armour has come to set you free," Rothbart drawled, slightly mockingly. He bent down on one knee, and took her tiny hand in his. "All it takes is one simple word... Will you marry me?" Her heart beat in her chest. Could it be? Was he the one to take her away? No. He only wanted her for her land, she thought to herself. Angrily, she turned away from him and declared, "I'll die first." Her golden hair swirled about her, caressing her naked form, but Rothbart only saw red, his pride battered by her response. The illusion around them shattered, back to the eerie shadows that made up his land, and the golden armour he wore vanished in a flash of red, replaced by his usual black cloak. His hand still holding hers, he pulled her down to him, and she sprawled backwards, into his arms. He kissed her surprised mouth, forcing his tongue down her throat, though she gagged in surprise. Pulling away from the kiss, he laid her pale body upon the ground while she gasped for air. He then swung a leg over her, straddling her, and pinned her flailing arms which tried to push him away, to the ground. She wriggled beneath him, desperate to free herself, and Rothbart instantly became hard. He silently cursed the fact that he had not yet removed his clothes. His cock felt uncomfortable, straining against his breeches, and his tunic was much to warm against his skin. Her violet eyes burned with rage, and a hint of fear.

He kissed her again forcing his tongue past her closed lips, and rubbed his cock against her soft belly, till she was shivering and limp beneath him. Releasing her hands momentarily, he pulled off his leather gloves, and tore at his tunic. She raised her arms to push him away, but her grabbed her wrists once his shirt was off, and pinned them down again, still caressing her tongue with his own. Rothbart then moved away from her mouth and began to kiss her neck, relishing her tremors of pleasure, and the way her breasts pressed against his hairy chest when she arched her back. He pressed himself against her, wanting her to be fully aware of his hardness.

Moving downwards, he made his way to her breasts, and took one into his mouth, sucking it hard, and flicking her nipple with his tongue. Odette moaned, and closed her eyes, victim to her own pleasure. He gave the other breast the same attention, single-mindedly focused on his purpose. More than anything, he wanted to be inside of her, filling her moist and tight pussy, but the terms of her spell were always at the back of his mind. She had to give herself to him, and do so freely. His own selfish desires and raging lust were not reason enough to force himself in her and let the princess die. True love. The idea was revolting, but as his tongue swirled her erect nipple, he supposed that being in love with Odette perhaps wouldn't be so dreadful.

Suddenly disgusted with himself, Rothbart pulled away from the panting princess. Her violet eyes were glazed with desire, and he nearly gave in to those smokey depths, but no, never could he let himself be ruled by a female. He rolled off of her, suddenly grateful that his pants were still on, and climbed to his feet. She still lay before him, a golden haired goddess, bewildered by the touch of the cold air on her skin rather than the weight of his warm muscled body atop her. Good, he thought to himself bitterly. It should be she that begged for his touch, and not he that fell prey to hers.

"Wh...where are you going?" Odette asked, suddenly feeling vulnerable, and all too aware of her lack of clothes. But upon hearing the weakness in her own voice, her wits returned to her, and she turned her head away from him, lips pursed. "Nevermind..." she muttered. Rothbart shrugged, and gathering up black cloak, left her as misty water swirled around her and she transformed back into a swan. Both of them were alone, nothing to comfort them but the cold black night.