Swan Obsession

Her cry of agony pierced through his mind like a dagger, and as suddenly as it came, his anger disappeared as he realized that the exquisite woman beneath him was in pain. He searched her face, and could see shining tears gleaming in her eyes, but they were shut tight, as though in denial of all that had happened. The walls of her pussy were clenched tight against his cock, and as he looked over her, he could see that she held her entire body as taut as a drawn bow string. The enormity of what he had just done suddenly hit him.

"I was your first," he murmured, almost to himself. "Oh... I thought Derek...oh Odette..." His voice was filled with dismay. He released her wrists and stroked her gently, kissing away her tears, and ever so slowly pulling out of her.

"Wait," Odette said, her voice barely a whisper. Rothbart paused, still half inside of her. "Just... wait...." Odette looked at him pleadingly, her eyes still shining with wetness. Rothbart gazed at her, and with the slightest nod, he eased back into her, and just lay still, warming her trembling form with his body. He held himself still, afraid of crushing or hurting her, and with one hand, lightly stroked her soft cheek, wiping away the remaining tears. Odette's breathing eventually steadied, and it seemed as though she had fallen asleep with him inside her. Content that she was alright, he pulled out of her, and picked up the blanket from the corner. Gently tucking her in, he brushed a golden strand of hair from off her face, and kissed her forehead. Odette seemed to sigh, and he heard her whisper, "I love you..." Rothbart froze, his heart seeming to skip a beat, but he had no clue what to say to her, and perhaps she was just dreaming. Shaking his head at his own jumpiness, he stood up, took the remnants of his torn clothing, and left the room, forcing himself not to look back.