Swan Grave - Chapter 18

It hadn’t been long since she escaped the shock of their first forced union a few days ago. And now, pregnancy… She had to bear a child? It was something she had never once imagined. To bear Rothbart’s child, no less… But if there was no other way… Her mind was a storm of confusion.

There was no way Rothbart could fail to read Anna’s wavering heart. To lure in his prey, the demon whispered sweetly.

“Our relationship… let it last until the moment you bear a child. How about it? Until then, we enjoy each other, then you give birth and return.”

Rothbart pulled Anna’s waist toward him. His hand kneaded her breast once more. With movements more deliberate than before, Anna let out shallow breaths.

Rothbart slid his tongue slowly up her cheek as he coaxed her.

“And we… matched quite well, didn’t we? Don’t you agree?”

Whispering, his hand lifted Anna’s skirt. His palm on her thigh pressed steadily inward.

“Of course, if you have no interest, you may refuse. Is there truly a need to go so far as to bear a child just to return to your world? Living here the rest of your life is not so bad either, don’t you think?” Rothbart added, pretending to be magnanimous.

But Anna sensed that if she chose to settle here, she would never escape Rothbart’s clutches. In this society bound by status, she was lower than a commoner, and he was a Marquess of a noble house.

Anna bit her lip hard and asked again. “For me to return… is that truly the only way? Bearing a child, I mean.”

“Of course. I swear it on my house.”

“……”

“I could swear it on my wife, if you prefer,” Rothbart added with a chuckle.

What oath could be more hollow than swearing on his wife to the woman he called her replacement?

Though she couldn’t fully believe his words, there was nowhere else she could turn if she wished to return to her original world.

“First… let’s confirm how much you truly resemble my wife. The other conditions for your return, I will tell you slowly, later.”

No need to hurry. Whispering softly, Rothbart slipped his hand into Anna’s undergarments and teased her clitoris with his finger. As if granting permission, Anna closed her eyes slowly and let out a moan.

To return to her original world. For that alone.

There was no turning back now.

***

“Take off your clothes.”

The sun poured into the room, making her feel shame, but Rothbart sat cross-legged on a chair, urging Anna.

Anna reached behind her to untie her apron strings. The soot-stained apron fell, and next was her dress. Her trembling fingers fumbled at the buttons, but Rothbart waited with patience.

The black maid’s dress slid down her white body. Standing naked in a vast, ornate room fit for a film, she felt an uncanny sensation.

With the curved handle of his cane, Rothbart hooked her waist toward him.

“Your breasts… a little small. But they fit my hand well. The color is still pale. They should deepen.”

Rothbart’s hand cupped her soft breasts from below, then pinched her nipple. The pink tip, stiff and upright, reddened from the pain.

Anna forced down her rising shame and lifted her head proudly, feigning composure.

Rothbart’s hands kneaded Anna’s body indifferently, as though inspecting cuts of meat. The thickness of her arms, the placement of her ribs, the protrusion of her shoulder blades, the line of her collarbones, the firmness of her hips, her thighs, her calves…

Just as he had said, making her his wife’s replacement, he compared every inch of Anna’s body to the late Marchioness. That he could remember his wife so vividly, even after more than ten years, made Anna oddly envious. If only her memory were that strong, she would not live in fear of forgetting her deceased parents.

While her thoughts drifted, only one part remained unchecked.

“Place your hands on the table and turn your ass this way.”

Anna bit her lip hard. That order was truly unbearable, but in the end, it was something she would have to do. Knowing resistance was meaningless, Anna obeyed meekly.

Her ass was lifted up before Rothbart. Unable to endure, Anna squeezed her eyes tightly shut.

Rothbart’s hand spread Anna’s entrance. Then, gently, his fingertip parted her labia and slid inside. Soon, her twitching, secret place was revealed.

It had been soaked and then briefly dried, now damp again. Seeing the white fluid pooled up, Rothbart let out a low laugh.

“As I recall, that day was your first.”

At his mocking tone, ridiculing her virginity, Anna pressed her lips shut. But Rothbart, uncaring, continued probing inside her with his finger as he asked questions to himself.

“But did you have a lover? Was there someone you loved?”

“……”

“That man, from the eastern continent, like you?”

“…N-no.”

She had intended to say nothing, but under his pressing questions, Anna finally opened her mouth.

“Joseph is just… like a brother.”

She lied, though telling the truth would have made no difference. For some reason, she felt she had to.

“Hmph.”

Rothbart replied ambiguously, whether he believed her or not was unclear. Yet his finger thrust in and out of her depths, over and over. Slowly at first, then, with wet sounds, faster and faster. She felt distinctly the long, thick finger splitting into her inner walls.

“Ngh!”

“Are you clenching as if to hold onto that man?”

“Ah, wa-wait!”

Rothbart’s other hand pressed against her clitoris hidden under her mound. Each rough rub made Anna’s body jolt.

“Well, whichever it is, it doesn’t matter. But…”

“Please don’t, ahh!”

Anna pleaded, but Rothbart, unmoved, tormented her below relentlessly as he murmured.

“Remember this. If from now on you take another man’s cock into this place besides mine… something unpleasant will happen. I’m not so merciful.”

“Aahk!”

With a cry like a scream, liquid burst forth. Clear fluid dripped down onto the table and carpet, soaking them.

Her thin arms that had held her up trembled violently. Unable to endure the throbbing of her knees, Anna curled over the table.

“Haa, haa……”

While Anna caught her breath, Rothbart lifted his wet, glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, clicking his tongue as if unsatisfied.

“As expected, checking below is the surest way.”

“Stop… ahh!”

Anna’s ass was suddenly lifted high, and then something hot, almost scalding, touched her ass. Before she could grasp what it was, it thrust into the place Rothbart’s fingers had just ravaged.

“Aahk!”

“Relax.”

Rothbart clenched his teeth and smacked her ass. But her trembling body was stiff with tension, collapsing onto the table. Her ass stuck up pathetically, swallowing Rothbart’s cock.

Anna hurried to lift herself, but her arms had no strength. Rothbart sighed and laid her down on the table.

On the low table, Anna’s ribs and belly rose and fell with her breath. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting light on her body. As if rebuking her for engaging in obscenity so early in the day, the sunlight burned hot against her skin.

Rothbart spread Anna’s thighs wide and positioned himself beneath, thrusting again.

“Ahh, ahh…!”

Still not yet recovered from the earlier climax, her body was forced open again. His size was still too much for her to accept fully. She felt like a balloon about to burst. Panting heavily, Anna gasped for breath.