Swan Grave - Chapter 19

“Haah, ah, ahh!”

“Huh…”

As Rothbart’s cock steadily thrust back and forth, sinking deeper each time, Anna flailed, not knowing where to place her hands. At last, like a drowning person grasping for a straw, she clutched tightly onto Rothbart’s forearm that was wrapped around her thigh.

“Haa… if nothing else, in this, you are exactly the same as her.”

Rothbart smacked his lips. His crimson eyes gleamed with pleasure. Outwardly, he looked composed, but sweat beaded along his jaw, proof that his body too was overheated.

“Ah, ahhh! Nngh! Uhhngh!”

“My cock’s length and, hah, your pussy’s depth, fit perfectly.”

Each time Rothbart moved, his shaft slapped against Anna’s ass. Thrusting to the limit, as deep as it could go, it felt as if his cock would rip her body apart.

“My wife too, whenever I pounded her like this, would convulse.”

“Aahk!”

As the pace of his thrusts quickened, Anna’s nails scratched his forearm, leaving marks. Her thighs fluttered helplessly, but Rothbart, ignoring everything, drove into her even harder.

“Master, please, ahh, ahh!”

“Not master, call me Roth.”

Rothbart whispered as he kissed the tip of Anna’s small chin.

“I told you to call me Roth, my Ianna.”

“Ugh, ngh, ahhh!”

Before long, his mouth swallowed up Anna’s parted lips. The evidence of lust, as raw as a scream, mingled with saliva. Rothbart sucked on her tongue as though he meant to drink down every last licentious moan she let out.

Their breathy cries of pleasure tangled together, while the room resounded only with the lewd slap of flesh and the wet squelch of her juices.

Everything Rothbart did set Anna ablaze. Wherever his hand touched, wherever his cock rammed… Without realizing it, her spread legs wound tightly around his waist.

Whether she had always been this wanton, or whether Rothbart simply knew her body too well, she didn’t know.

Rothbart lifted only Anna’s ass, pressing her downward. With each thrust of his hips, her body flailed, sinking lower. Rothbart shoved his cock, once pushed out, back into her overheated depths, grinning slyly.

“But still, you’re tight… To take me as well as she did, you’ll need to work at it. For now, I’ll have to focus on opening you up.”

“Nngh!”

Anna’s vision flashed. Her head spun, incapable of thought. She only wished to be swept away, swallowed whole by the waves…

At that moment, his cock jolted violently inside her. As if doused with cold water, her daze was shattered, and fear surged. If, without even being prepared, she really became pregnant like this…

No, not now. She needed more time, to think more calmly. In desperation, Anna reached out to stop Rothbart.

“N-no, wait! Not today… please, outside…”

“If I don’t cum inside, how else will you conceive?”

Rothbart mocked her instead, slapping her ass. Panicked, Anna struggled to get away, but she was skewered to the root, unable to move.

“Later, not now, ngh, ahhh!”

“It isn’t your place to decide when or where I cum. That’s for me to decide. Understand?”

Rothbart gripped Anna’s ass harshly as he growled. Anna shook her head, crying, but Rothbart sneered and ravaged her.

“Who do you think you made a deal with? You think you can take it back?”

Of course she could not. Rothbart chuckled darkly as he drove into her one last time, pounding her depths as though hammering in a wedge.

“Aahh, ahhh!”

“Haa, ngh, Ianna…!”

His semen spurted deep into her. At the scorching heat that seemed to scorch her insides, Anna twisted her waist and cried out in a high moan.

As his cock pumped load after load, her swollen walls convulsed, clamping tightly around the base, as though not letting a single drop escape.

Rothbart let out a laugh as he looked at her pussy, then pressed her pale, concave belly with his palm as he whispered, “If you want to return to your world quickly… we’ll have to work hard, won’t we?”

“Haa, haa…”

“I’ll be counting on you.”

With that, Rothbart lightly smacked Anna’s ass and stood up. As his cock slipped out, leaving her body suddenly empty, she felt strangely hollow.

Anna tried to gather herself, panting, but her strength would not return easily.

Meanwhile, Rothbart redressed completely. The clothes Anna had helped him with lay scattered on the floor.

“Put on your clothes and come out.”

In the brief time Anna needed to compose herself, Rothbart had already transformed back into the image of a perfect gentleman.

Looking down at Anna, still collapsed on the table, he added, “Now that the inspection is done, it’s time to pay the price.”

And then he left. The sound of the door creaking shut was followed by the heavy tread of his footsteps fading away.

Left alone in the room, Anna curled up on the table. In the moment of climax she had soared endlessly high, but the aftermath was just as devastating. It was like being hurled from a great height onto stone, and Anna groaned in pain. Her body, once burning hot, chilled in an instant. Though she had gone through it before, the self-loathing was something she could hardly endure.

Traces of Rothbart’s ravages trickled down her thighs. Anna felt as though her body were no more than crumpled tissue, smeared with filth.

Rothbart’s words were true. There was no turning back… It was the inevitable course of one who had struck a bargain with the demon. From the moment she accepted his proposal, it was as if she had handed him her leash. Thinking on it, she had only ever been thrashing about in his palm, so there was nothing left but to grow accustomed to this situation quickly.

That would be the less agonizing path. Anna’s eyes, lowered softly, shimmered with gloom.