Swan Obsession

Odette shuddered inwardly, as she watched Derek's face contort in the throws of his orgasm. She grimaced, feeling maddeningly dirtied, erstwhile unaware that Rothbart was watching the whole time. It was then she decided she had enough of the horrible images and she pulled the crimson covers over her head to hide from the repulsive visions before her.

As Rothbart watched her in his smoky orb, he immediately caught her grimace, and felt his chest constrict. A sense of despair came over him as he assumed the worst: that Odette really did have feelings for Derek. A white rage over came him, sparking in the air so that he was momentarily blinded and lost in the swirls of emotion. But he was damned if he would ever let Derek anywhere near Odette, and with a sharp swipe of his arm, he cut the smoking orb across the middle and let it dissipate into the bleak dark room.

Standing up abruptly, he pushed past the fragments of the broken door of his own dilapidated room, and stormed towards Odette's. He stopped at her door, but nothing would sway him from what he meant to do now. Raising his arms like a mad prophet, he created a powerful gust of wind that forced the bedroom door's to open with a clattering bang. The drapes fluttered like confused ghosts, and the blankets that covered Odette flew off her, slamming into the cherry wood wall before falling into a corner, limp, as the wind died down. Odette sat up in shock, looking like a fallen angel as her golden hair fell into pools around her. Though his chest already felt tight, Rothbart was surprised to feel it constrict even more at the sight of her.

They stared at one another for a moment, her violet eyes deep and vulnerable, while his stormed with confusion. He let his gaze slip from her eyes and graze over her long lithe body, covered only by her hair. Her breasts rose in fell and he was mesmerized by her beautiful pink nipples, realizing suddenly that he had become very uncomfortable hard. With a growl, he took three large paces and reached for her, grabbing her wrist which she held up, as though meaning to defend herself.

Letting gravity do its work, he pushed her upon her back with his weight and pinned her wrist down. Kissing her hungrily, he plunged into her mouth with his tongue. Undaunted, she she met his tongue with her own, and gently laced her free hand around his neck and through his hair, pulling him into her.

They kissed as though drowning, till he pulled away from her, and looked into her hazy eyes, thick with lust for him. He kissed her cheek gently before putting his mouth on her long elegant neck. Odette tilted her head back, a soft moan escaping her lips as his wet mouth and thick facial hair set her nerves ablaze with pleasure. Freeing her wrists, Rothbart pulled off his gloves, and gently began to caress her breasts. He lifted away from her neck and with a swirl of his tongue, he circled one of her nipples.

Pausing for a second, Rothbart looked up at the beautiful princess as she looked down at him. A small smile crept upon her lips, and she closed her eyes again as his mouth engulfed her breast and he sucked greedily. With a slow lazy pace, he moved onto her other breast, fondling it lovingly with his fingers and mouth. Very gradually, he slid his hand down, caressing her soft abdomen before gently covering her feminine mound. Her body seemed to stiffen, anticipating what was to come, but as he continued to lap at her beautiful breasts, she relaxed.

Like a thief in the dark, he slipped a finger between her folds, and touched her sensitive clit. With a gasp, Odette arched her back, shocked by the bright whiteness that seemed to explode within her mind. As his finger began to slowly circle her slick pearl, she writhed beneath him, desperate for the release that only he could provide.

Rothbart had stopped suckling her breasts, and simply lay, stroking her and watching her uncontrolled response as she searched for that dazzling climax. She was so beautiful, so pure. It was a shame that she had feelings for that sniveling Derek. Suddenly angry, he pulled his hand away, and stood up off the bed. He ripped off his clothes, unconcerned that his wardrobe was already quite lacking, and stood over her, dominant, and angry. His thick shaft stood long and proud, like a weapon he was all to ready to wield.

Odette had both her hands at her breasts, covering them as though she sensed his shift in moods, but unconcerned about her feelings, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. Rothbart grinded his lips upon hers again, but this wasn't the sweet kiss it was before. It was filled with all the fury and all the frustration of the past months. It was his way of marking her.

A whimper of fear escaped Odette's lips, but he paid no need, as he parted her legs with his knees. He pushed his cock up against her moist opening and looked into her wide, fearful eyes.

"You are Mine," he whispered threateningly, as he pushed with one hard thrust into her.