Swan Grave - Chapter 24

Rothbart had never once restrained his rut. At least, not since Anna had accepted his proposal. Whenever he was aroused, regardless of the situation, he poured that arousal wholly into Anna. So… he would do the same now.

She wanted to laugh bitterly at herself for hoping nothing would happen today. Anna desperately shook her head.

“Not here. Let’s go back to the room…”

“Shhh… You just have to stay quiet.”

Rothbart pressed his well-shaped fingertip firmly against Anna’s lips as she whispered in pleading. His crimson eyes bound her like chains.

“No one will come.”

“But.”

“Delaying will gain you nothing.”

The corners of Rothbart’s lips curled upward. He was clearly enjoying this. As if suddenly recalling something, he added nonchalantly.

“Come to think of it, I did say to call me when lunch was ready. For now, no one will be lurking around… but if you don’t hurry, the gardener might appear.”

Indeed, it seemed strange that he had spoken to the gardener earlier. It must have been deliberate for this very moment. Anna glared at Rothbart with humiliated eyes.

No matter how much she begged, he would force himself on her here. Then, just as he said, she had no choice but to hurry.

But to expose herself in broad daylight outdoors, to be penetrated by him, was something she couldn’t summon the courage for. It was an entirely different matter from when he had taken her by the window.

Anna bit her lower lip hard. After much struggle, she made a decision.

“I… I’ll use my mouth. So please…”

“With your mouth?”

Rothbart arched one brow, as if he had heard something unbelievable.

“A new trick, is it? Where did you learn it, that whore-like act?”

Rothbart let out a low laugh. But he didn’t look particularly pleased. If anything, he looked displeased.

Anna, who had firmly believed he would show interest, was flustered and twisted her apron in embarrassment, not knowing what to do.

Rothbart sneered, as if exasperated by her. He didn’t hide his anger as he glared at Anna with grim eyes. After staring her down for a while, he spoke mockingly.

“Go on then. Let’s see just how well you do.”

Permission was given. Afraid he might refuse, Anna let out a sigh of relief inside. Better to endure his scorn than to bare her ass outside.

Swallowing her humiliation, Anna knelt before him. Rothbart stood firm without moving a muscle. It seemed he truly intended to watch how well she would perform.

Her trembling fingertips touched his waist. As she unbuttoned his trousers one by one, his cock, straining so tightly it pulled at the fabric, sprang free through the narrow gap. The pungent scent of male flesh stung her nose.

Since the time she had secretly watched him pleasure himself in the Marchioness’s room, it was the first time his organ had been thrust so close to her face.

Back then it had been too dark to see clearly, but now not even the shadows could conceal it. It was vivid before her eyes.

The round glans, tinged reddish beneath its foreskin, the shaft thickest in the middle like a pestle, veins bulging grotesquely along it.

It was bigger, thicker, and longer than she had expected. His heavy scrotum, weighed down by gravity, was so large it couldn’t fit in her hand.

Thinking back, nothing about him was small—his hands, his shoulders. It should have been obvious, since even when stroked by that massive hand, it had seemed endless. That such a thing had forced its way inside her, burying itself to the root, was astonishing.

Anna hesitated, not knowing what to do. She had thought she would just take it into her mouth and suck it like ice cream, but she couldn’t even muster the courage to put it between her lips.

“How long do you intend to just stare at it?”

At Rothbart’s urging, Anna grasped his cock with both hands. Then, screwing her eyes tightly shut, she pushed it into her mouth. But it was impossible. The pressure of it filling her mouth made her tongue thrash, trying to spit it out. Anna stifled her gag reflex and forced herself to swallow his member. The fishy taste filled her mouth and seeped up into her nasal passages.

She hadn’t even managed to take it all in when the tip of the glans already touched her soft palate. Rothbart groaned low, mocking, as if enjoying the sensation.

“Haa… You were a virgin below, but up here it seems you’ve sucked a few cocks before, haven’t you?”

Anna glared upward in indignation. If she had done it even a few times, she wouldn’t have been so anxious and humiliated.

Since the only way out of this situation was for him to release, Anna struggled to make him climax. She awkwardly licked his cock with her tongue while moving her head. Her jaw ached from being forced open to its limit. Saliva spilled uncontrollably.

Rothbart lowered his eyes and stroked Anna’s hollowed cheeks. With his thumb, he traced the corners of her lips stretched taut to the point of tearing, then smirked and murmured.

“Guess not. If you had, you wouldn’t be sucking so poorly. You’re a mess.”

His eyes curved as he clicked his tongue. Whatever displeasure he had shown earlier was gone, replaced by satisfaction as he looked at Anna with a face full of heightened lust.

Though he called her a mess, every time Anna’s tongue brushed his cock, a deep groan welled up from his throat. Desire flooded his face with satisfaction.

Exhaling a deep breath, Rothbart lightly tapped Anna’s cheek. Startled, she parted her lips, and Rothbart pulled his cock from her mouth.

As Anna hesitated, unsure what to do, he pressed the tip of his cock against her soft lips and said, “Just suck the tip. I’ll handle the rest myself.”

She soon understood what he meant. With the tip lodged between Anna’s lips, Rothbart began stroking his rigid shaft with his hand.

Anna, without using her hands, struggled to keep her lips on the tip of his member as it swayed back and forth. She didn’t dare let her teeth graze it, uncertain how he might lash out if she did.

Rothbart stared down at Anna clutching his cock with her lips, and moved his hand.

“Huuh…”

Each time his hand sped up, Anna could feel the pulse of his veins against her lips. Now that she no longer had to focus on sucking, her mind drifted anxiously to whether someone might come. Agitated, she could only pray his masturbation would end quickly.

“Your tongue. Stick it out.”

At Rothbart’s command, Anna obediently stuck out her tongue like a dog. Rothbart rubbed his glans against her soft pink tongue and groaned. The breath from her tiny nostrils tickled his cock.

“Hngh… You have nothing about you that isn’t obscene.”

Just breathing excites me. Rothbart chuckled self-mockingly.

His hand sped up. The sound of flesh rubbing filled Anna’s ears, unbearably loud. The slippery precum seeping from his glans dripped onto her tongue and pooled in her mouth, leaving a vile taste.

Rothbart toyed with Anna’s ear as he muttered, “It feels like I’ve gone back to then.”

“Mmhh, chhp, mmf…”

“I’ve changed so much since then, though. Haven’t I?”

Rothbart’s voice sounded distant and blurred. The stench of male musk stung her nose, and the heat radiating from below left her dizzy. With hazy eyes, Anna looked up at him.

Rothbart’s handsome face was contorted in pleasure. His red eyes, beneath thick brows, flickered like erupting lava, and the ecstasy flooding his always overbearing, threatening face made him look, for an instant, powerless before desire.

Until now, she had been too overwhelmed by the pleasure he forced on her to notice. But sitting still and watching him drown in lust gave her a strange feeling.

Then, from afar, came a rustling sound.