Swan Obsession
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+S through Z › Swan Princess, The
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Category:
+S through Z › Swan Princess, The
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
35
Views:
6,782
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Swan Princess and I do not make any money from these writings
Transformation
Derek lept off his horse, and ran up to her crumpled form, turning her over so that she faced him.
"Odette?" he started hesitantly, "Is it really... you?" His eyes strayed downwards as he noticed that she was wearing nothing more than a sheet. Scanning her face again, he noted that her long eyelashes did not even flutter. In fact, she seemed limp and cold, as though she were dead. Well, no matter. With a determined look on his face, he reached down, and pulled at the sheet, which easily gave way to reveal her beautiful body. His heart seemed to leap into his throat at the sight of her vulnerable form, and Derek felt himself growing hard. Dead or not, he wanted to have her. He took another look at her face, and satisfied that she could do nothing to stop him, he reached over towards one of her round breasts.
"Get. Your. FILTHTY. Hands. Away. From. Her," came a threatening voice from the darkness. Derek, spun around, flushed with guilt at being caught in the act of trying to molest a seemingly dead woman. Odette's body fell limp from his grasp, but as she hit the soft soil, her eyelashes fluttered weakly.
"Roth...bart....?" She whispered. "So... so... cold..." The sight of Odette lying brokenly on the floor left Rothbart feeling numb with panic and fear. His heart seemed to sink to his feet, but movement caught his eyes, and he looked to see Derek slowly edging away from the scene of his crime. The abyss in his chest immediately became filled beyond brimming with irate hatred.
Holding his hands out, red lightening zapped and flickered in his palms, and in a burst of bright crimson light, Rothbart transformed into a great hairy beast, leathery wings outspread, with massive black talons strong enough to rip a man apart. He let lose a piercing cry, of both mourning and rage, and turned his glowing red eyes upon his prey. Odette would be avenged, and he would tear that pitiful Derek limb from limb.
"Odette?" he started hesitantly, "Is it really... you?" His eyes strayed downwards as he noticed that she was wearing nothing more than a sheet. Scanning her face again, he noted that her long eyelashes did not even flutter. In fact, she seemed limp and cold, as though she were dead. Well, no matter. With a determined look on his face, he reached down, and pulled at the sheet, which easily gave way to reveal her beautiful body. His heart seemed to leap into his throat at the sight of her vulnerable form, and Derek felt himself growing hard. Dead or not, he wanted to have her. He took another look at her face, and satisfied that she could do nothing to stop him, he reached over towards one of her round breasts.
"Get. Your. FILTHTY. Hands. Away. From. Her," came a threatening voice from the darkness. Derek, spun around, flushed with guilt at being caught in the act of trying to molest a seemingly dead woman. Odette's body fell limp from his grasp, but as she hit the soft soil, her eyelashes fluttered weakly.
"Roth...bart....?" She whispered. "So... so... cold..." The sight of Odette lying brokenly on the floor left Rothbart feeling numb with panic and fear. His heart seemed to sink to his feet, but movement caught his eyes, and he looked to see Derek slowly edging away from the scene of his crime. The abyss in his chest immediately became filled beyond brimming with irate hatred.
Holding his hands out, red lightening zapped and flickered in his palms, and in a burst of bright crimson light, Rothbart transformed into a great hairy beast, leathery wings outspread, with massive black talons strong enough to rip a man apart. He let lose a piercing cry, of both mourning and rage, and turned his glowing red eyes upon his prey. Odette would be avenged, and he would tear that pitiful Derek limb from limb.