Swan Obsession

Odette sat in her tower room and brushed her long blond hair. It's length nearly reached her waist, and she was often told that it looked like spun gold. In the lavender gown that she wore, her hair was angelically contrasted. At sixteen, Odette's breasts were beginning to develop, and the long silky gown prettily clung to her shapely hips. She was a woman now, but at times, she still felt like a young trapped girl.

The brush moved in slow hypnotic motions, almost mechanically. She gazed at her reflection in the polished silver mirror before her and sighed. Looking past her own image in the mirror, she saw the tapestry that her mother had woven, years before Odette was born. Only yesterday had she finished the book that bespoke of the legend behind the tapestry. She put the brush down upon the table, and stood up to take a closer look at the woven image. The detail of the stitching was exquisite, and she fancied that she could almost see the love in the young man's face as he gazed imploringly at his lady. Closing her eyes, she recalled the story: The young man was a knight, a second son with no land or prospects. All he had was valiant deeds to his name. He fell in love with a young lady, only to discover that she was a princess, and betrothed. So in love with her was he, that he stole her away on the eve of her wedding, so that they could be together. Her betrothed, who was a king, was enraged, and hunted them down. Odette opened her eyes and looked upon the maiden in the tapestry, who had golden hair so like her own. In the end of the tale, the two lovers died together, and Odette liked to imagine that they were together again in their own realm of magic.

She wondered what it was like to be in love. For a fleeting moment, her mind passed over the thought of Derek, but the thought of him made her nearly want to retch. It was a matter of weeks before she'd be forced to see him again, and she found herself wishing that she had a knight who would love her as the one in the tapestry.

"Take me away..." she whispered, but she knew no one heard her.

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"Take me away..." The words echoed in Rothbart's mind. He looked upon the delicate face of the princess, as an idea began to form in his mind. He stood up rapidly, causing a whirl of dust to circle up around him, and began to pace the tower room, the image of Odette still suspended in the smoke. Here he was, surrounded by potions, and spells that could give him power and the kingdom he so longed to rule but despite that, he had tried and failed. He looked at the coiling vision which seemed to pulse with it's own life. It glowed with a light that made the sinister black room seem almost soft and welcoming.

"Perhaps..." he murmured. Perhaps there was an easier way to take the kingdom. All he had to do was grant the young princess her wish, and take her away from the idiot prince that couldn't even see the beauty before his eyes.

He traced her form appreciatively. In three short years, she changed from a gangly tom boy, to a budding beauty. He had always seen her as just a child, and therefore of no interest, but to his surprise, he felt himself growing hard at the sight of her. He could imagine slipping his rough calloused hands down the front of her gown, cupping her breast, and watching her eyes widen in surprise, and perhaps a hint of fear. He'd squeeze her nipple till she winced in pain, but still, her curvaceous body would wriggle with want. With his height towering over her, she'd back away, and fall onto that little pink silk bed of hers, and he would run his other hand up her calf, sliding her lavender gown up her thighs, as she'd gently try to kick him away...to no avail of course. He groaned as he imagined spreading her soft thighs, and gazing down upon her pink pussy, glistening with it's juices. Rothbart could see in his mind, the flush that would come to her cheeks, but whether from embarrassment or from desire, he hadn't yet decided. Unconsciously, his hand strayed down to his cock, and he began to stroke it rhythmically, his breathing uneven, as he stared at the image of the princess, her lips slightly parted. It looked like in invitation, her mouth, and as he imagined shoving his engorged cock between those swollen lips, he erupted, watching as his creamy cum splattered into the smoky image of princess Odette. His energies and concentration spent, the coils of smoke dissipated and the vision was gone.