Swan Grave - Chapter 25

Startled by the sound of leaves brushing against her body, Anna tried to tilt her head back.

“W-wait. Someone is…”

They’re coming. Anna couldn’t even finish speaking. Rothbart had yanked her head hard toward his cock.

“Seems we can’t help it. Just suck the head a bit.”

“Mmmpf, mmmph…!”

“Ha, that’s it. Just like that…”

Rothbart’s throat rumbled with satisfaction. He showed no sign of letting her go until he climaxed. While Anna flailed her arms in panic, the sound grew closer and closer.

And at last, Anna’s desperate hope was cruelly crushed.

“Master. Lunch is ready.”

At the gardener’s appearance, Anna froze stiff. Being plunged headfirst into icy water would have been less of a shock.

“Mmmph, mm…”

“Earlier than expected.”

“Then… shall I tell the kitchen to serve later?”

Rothbart calmly addressed the gardener. Of course he would—he was that sort of man. But what was truly strange was that the gardener, who had just stumbled upon the shocking sight of a maid sucking her master’s cock, acted as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

Could it be that everyone in the mansion already knew about her and him? Humiliation and confusion mingled on Anna’s face as her eyes darted around.

But then she noticed the gardener’s gaze was hazy and unfocused. It was as if he couldn’t see her at all.

Ignoring the gardener, Rothbart pressed the tip of his cock against Anna’s lips, then smeared it along her soft cheek as he answered.

“Yes. That will do. I’ll come in about thirty minutes… Have everything ready by then.”

“Understood.”

The gardener bowed again and briskly turned back the way he had come. Uneasy, Anna couldn’t take her eyes off his retreating figure.

“So, you still have the energy to look at another man?”

“Mmmpf!”

Rothbart’s cock jabbed against Anna’s lips. His voice dripped with disapproval as he scolded her.

“What? Worried he’ll run around telling everyone the maid was sucking my cock?”

“Mmmph, mm…”

“Such pointless worries. Do you think I would show you like this to just anyone?”

Rothbart furrowed his thick brows, wearing an expression of false lament. To anyone else, it might have seemed sincere and melancholy, but to Anna, with his cock in her mouth, it was laughable.

With the gardener gone, she could now relax. Rothbart tilted his head back, savoring every sensation Anna’s mouth gave him along his shaft, and let out a deep, heavy groan. His Adam’s apple bobbed with each breath, and Anna’s mouth went dry.

“Demons can brainwash humans… To that man’s eyes, it only looked like I was examining the roses.”

Rothbart chuckled. He had already placed the mansion’s servants under brainwashing long ago. Even if they witnessed his relations with Anna, they wouldn’t perceive it.

Only then did Anna recall what she had once heard in the village about a demon’s brainwashing. Though Rothbart now used it only as a substitute for illusions, the thought of what else he might be capable of with that power sent a shiver through her. If he ever brainwashed her…

Catching her fear, Rothbart sneered, “Unfortunately for you, brainwashing doesn’t work on swans. Otherwise, I’d have already ordered you to spread your legs wide and scream in ecstasy right here.”

The thought was horrifying, but the fact that brainwashing couldn’t affect her gave Anna a small measure of relief.

Rothbart smirked again for reasons she couldn’t fathom, then forced open her tightly closed lips.

“But… even this trouble has its charms.”

“Mmmpf!”

“That unsubmissive attitude of yours always provokes me.”

Her lips were forced open again, and this time his cock thrust deeper. Anna gagged as it blocked her throat, but perhaps pleased by the resistance of her tongue, Rothbart drove his hips harder.

Unable to endure it, Anna tried to pull her head back, but trapped in the tight grip of Rothbart’s hand clutching her head, she couldn’t escape. Her face flushed red as her hands flailed helplessly in the air.

Watching her resistance, Rothbart whispered in a low voice, “Of course, just because brainwashing doesn’t work on swans doesn’t mean other magic won’t. You would do well to be careful. Keep testing my patience, and I might just make sure you never walk again.”

At his threatening words, fear filled Anna’s eyes. Her frantic hands slowed, and she submissively accepted the rising suffocation. Her thighs weakened and her body sagged downward.

Fortunately, just before Anna lost consciousness from lack of air, his cock, flushed so red it couldn’t grow any darker, twitched. Ecstasy surged through Rothbart, and at the peak of climax, he yanked his cock from her mouth. As Anna gasped desperately for air, her face was spattered with thick white fluid.

“Haa…”

“Cough, cough…”

Anna sputtered and sneezed repeatedly. Her eyelashes, heavy and sticky, would not open fully. Semen clung in strands to her eyelids.

Rothbart grinned in satisfaction and wiped the semen from her lashes with his fingers. Anna’s lashes trembled like butterfly wings drenched in rain.

Behind the dazedly seated Anna, the rose bushes bloomed in full. Watching her as if she had been tossed among roses, Rothbart muttered contentedly, “You truly suit roses. Seeing you buried in red roses always excites me.”

Always? His words were strange. As if it had happened before.

But before Anna could shape her rising suspicion into thought, Rothbart’s next words shattered her mind.

“Well then, we have about thirty minutes left…”

Anna’s chest tightened. As she feared, her premonition didn’t betray her. His cock, as though nothing had just happened, stood erect once more. Anna’s face turned pale.

Rothbart forced Anna onto all fours. Her body staggered and collapsed onto the dirt. He yanked her skirt up to her waist and fully exposed her pussy. Perhaps anticipating what was to come, her insides clenched and a throbbing heat spread. At her body’s shameful response, Anna clenched her fists. Rothbart, embracing her tightly from behind like a rutting dog, whispered in her ear.

“Another round isn’t a bad way to spend the time.”

“Uhk!”

Anna could no longer push him away. She had no grounds to refuse. All she could do was sway until his lust was spent.

No—that was only an excuse. In truth, her body also wanted him… Anna squeezed her eyes shut. Her body was changing. He had made her so.

Before long, his cock pierced through her. Her mind scattered as though it had been thrown into a pot and violently stirred. Anna kept trying to rein herself in, but it wasn’t easy.

The long, arduous ordeal began anew.

***

“Indeed, doing it outside is tighter.”

Rothbart dusted off his crumpled clothes and spoke calmly. Picking up his cane from the ground, he once again became the elegant noble, unrecognizable as the master who had just taken his maid outdoors.

“Next time, how about the dining hall? I look forward to pouring red wine over your pale body.”

“…Just how much do you intend to humiliate me?”

With great effort, Anna lifted her eyes and glared at Rothbart. Whether it was disappointment or fury, an emotion she couldn’t name consumed her.