Swan Obsession

Outside Rothbart's grim black palace, the dreamy moon stared at her reflection in the inky black lake that lay near the heart of his land. An owl hooted mournfully, but it was quiet, not even the wind giving the slightest of whispers.

Rothbart had laid the unconscious Odette down in the grandest room of his castle, which Bridget had made a frantic effort to clean before the princess's arrival. The walls were a dark cherry paneled wood, and it was lit by a small, but glittering chandelier that dripped rubies and crystals. The walls held old oil paintings in gilded gold frames, showing scenes from long forgotten legends. At the center of the room was a massive four poster bed, each of the corners ornately carved with mythical creatures. The sheets were crimson damask, thick and luxurious.

Odette's pale skin appeared as white as snow against the crimson blankets. Her exquisite gown was torn, but the glimpses Rothbart saw of her flesh beneath left him feeling short of breath, and desiring more. He felt himself harden, and he was acutely aware that what lay before him was not just an image of smoke and magic; it was all too real.

He sat down beside her on the bed, but her breathing did not change, nor did she stir. She was fast asleep. Pulling off his leather gloves, he brushed a strand of golden hair from her face. Her skin was as soft as rose petals, and he felt a shudder run through his body. He wanted her like nothing else, but he wanted her aware of him, and desiring him.

Very gently, he tore the fabric at the top of her gown, pulling it downwards till her full and luscious breasts were revealed. Her nipples were rosy pink, and became erect when exposed to the cold air. Unable to resist, he took one of her breasts and began to suck. A quiet moan escaped Odette's lips, but when he looked up at her, she still lay sleeping. He resumed sucking hungrily, lightly biting down upon her flesh. Yet it was not enough. He needed more.

Kneeling over her, he tore away the rest of her gown, more frantic this time than careful, and his breath left him for a moment as he gazed upon her porcelain smooth body. His cock was so hard it was beginning to pain him, and he pulled it free of his breeches, rubbing it fast and hard, and an instant later, a spurt of hot cum spewed forth and landed across her full breasts, a few flecks landing upon her cheek. The release left him drained and he felt ready to collapse into as deep a sleep as the princess was experiencing. Rothbart didn't bother to wipe her off. She looked too delicious, covered in his cum. It meant she was his.

He was about to return to his quarters to sleep alone, but the thought of the tiny cot in his tower suddenly seemed like a distasteful prospect. Curling his hairy and thickly muscled body possessively around her soft rounded frame, he instantly fell asleep, snoring lightly and contentedly.