Swan Grave - Chapter 32

He even thought it might be for the better. The Marquess was the one who held the key to returning to their original world. If it was a woman who had no intention of spreading her legs for him anyway, then at least using her body to extract information was a gain.

‘But it’s fucking annoying. If she got in so well with the Marquess, couldn’t she have gotten me transferred to a more comfortable post?’

Sehyun’s resentment toward Anna piled up. On top of that, it had been quite a while since she last came to see him, so he couldn’t even vent his dissatisfaction.

Those unaware of the circumstances flattered Sehyun while prying about Anna’s situation. They seemed convinced she was still secretly meeting her “older brother.” Each time, it felt shitty to force an awkward laugh and brush them off.

Though they had broken up, she was still the only fellow dimensional traveler in this world. If she had even a shred of regard for him, she wouldn’t have left him neglected like this.

‘Heartless bitch. Even now, she draws a line and treats me with contempt. Even if she found a way back to our original world, it would be the same. She would never willingly tell me.’

At first, it was only a hypothesis, but the more he chewed on it, the more plausible it seemed. Perhaps she had already found a clue to returning home, keeping it secret only from him.

The thought sent a chill and shiver through Sehyun. He couldn’t just sit back and let it happen. He had to do something…

For that, he had to find a way to tie himself to the mansion somehow…. He needed someone who could watch Anna and report back to him. Sehyun’s eyes gleamed.

***

Ah, ah, ah, ah!

Like pearls scattering from a snapped necklace, moans rolled in every direction.

It was a truly noisy coupling. Rothbart stuck out his tongue and licked his lips at the sight of the white naked body collapsing beneath him.

What if he adorned her bare flesh with only a thick pearl necklace? With each sway, the pearls would clink together… The thought alone was dizzyingly sensual and elegant.

Anna’s breasts were crushed under Rothbart’s large palms. He pinched her swollen nipples, then pried at the tight crevices with his fingertips.

“Ngh!”

Her nipples, sucked and bitten countless times, were swollen, ringed with teeth marks. Rothbart gazed with satisfaction at the second “Ianna” he had sculpted, moving his hips.

Since the incident in the garden, Rothbart had been taking Anna to the bed. Unlike before, when he would often finish quickly without even undressing properly, now he seemed to savor peeling away her clothes one by one. Even commanding her to wear undergarments had begun from that day.

Anna’s sweat-drenched body writhed helplessly on the sheets. Like a swimmer trying to escape, she twisted away, but Rothbart seized her buttocks and yanked her back without mercy.

“Ah!”

“Ha… Anna…!”

Now and then Rothbart called Anna’s name. Though it was the same name as his wife’s, the missing syllable marked them as completely different beings. Just hearing him call her “Anna” brought her an odd joy. While moaning, her lips curled faintly upward, like the tiniest grain of salt.

“Anna, Anna…!”

Even the thrusts of Rothbart’s cock alone made her convulse, but when his voice, harsh with breath and scraping like iron, called her name, her lower belly trembled all the more, her pussy tightening.

Perhaps realizing the difference instinctively, Rothbart repeated her name again and again. In the beginning, he had compared her movements with his wife’s and passed judgment, but now he said nothing, only breathing her name and obscene groans.

Their saliva mingled, their sweat-soaked bodies slid together. The room itself wasn’t hot, yet the heat rising off their bodies stifled their breath. The hazier their minds became, the more desperately they clung to one another.

Just before reaching climax, Rothbart urgently pulled out his cock from inside her. Spurt, spurt. White, sticky semen scattered across her flat belly.

“Huu…”

Startled, Anna involuntarily raised her body. Lately, Rothbart had been consistently avoiding ejaculating inside her. Even when there were no signs of pregnancy at all…

Growing anxious, Anna finally asked, “Why… why not inside…?”

But she couldn’t bring herself to finish. Embarrassed, she only cast her gaze downward, and Rothbart asked while looking at her.

“Why? Would you like me to come inside?”

Rothbart teased Anna with a rare eye-smile. His voice was full of mischief, unlike his usual serious and unapproachable demeanor.

“Say you want me to come inside. Then I’ll get hard once more.”

Anna glared at Rothbart. He was clearly mocking her, as if she truly craved his seed…

But in the end, the one who longs must be the one to yield. After much hesitation, Anna bit her lip tightly and finally spread her pussy wide open with her fingers, showing him.

“Inside… please come inside.”

“Ha!”

Between her white, slender fingers, the reddened flesh, flushed from their intercourse, gaped and enticed Rothbart. Wet with her juices, it begged to be dirtied further with his semen… Though Anna spoke only a few words, it was more than enough to make Rothbart hard again.

“It’s truly easy with you.”

Rothbart muttered in disbelief, then let out a chuckle as he reached for her belly.

“Alright. Since such a lofty lady asked so earnestly, of course I’ll oblige.”

He scooped up the semen scattered across her belly with his hand and smeared it on his hardened cock. Then he pressed the tip against her folds and, in one thrust, pierced her wet, slippery hole.

“Ahhk!”

Anna’s face, red with embarrassment, soon transformed with heat. Though it was a path once split open, it had tightened in the meantime and grown narrow again. Rothbart hammered the half-buried cock in like driving a nail. Unable to endure the surging pleasure, Anna’s neck fell back.

The climax she had already reached once came even faster. Her body, made all the more sensitive, responded faithfully to the stimulation, and her reason blurred just the same. Her wet body clung desperately to Rothbart.

“Ah, ahh! Roth! Haah!”

“Say it, Anna. What do you want?”

“Haa, semen. Please, come inside. A lot!”

Obscene, vulgar words Anna would never say in her right mind now ignited Rothbart’s reason. A satisfied smile spread across his lips. He licked the sweat running down her cheek and whispered.

“Yes… Until your belly swells, I’ll fill you.”

From then on, Anna came again and again, receiving Rothbart’s semen countless times. She lost track of how many times she climaxed, her very brain feeling stuffed with seed. Her breasts, squeezed so much, seemed crushed beneath his palms.

At the moment of the final climax, Rothbart couldn’t hold back and pulled Anna’s head toward him to press his lips against hers. Anna’s saliva, like sweet nectar, drenched his mouth. Unsatisfied with that alone, he sucked her tongue greedily, as if devouring every moan of pleasure.

“Uhp, huup, uuhh!”

“Haa…”

After ejaculating, Rothbart slowly parted his lips and withdrew his cock. Having dug in so deeply, pulling out took a long moment. Thick semen clung to the tip and stretched inside her, while Anna’s swollen, battered walls expelled the white fluid with a lewd pop.

Rothbart had kept his word. Not only was her womb brimming with semen, but even her flat belly bulged as if filled.

“Are you satisfied now?”

“Haa, haa…”

Panting, Anna could say nothing. Her lower body, still trembling in the afterglow, convulsed uncontrollably. She couldn’t move even a finger, let alone close her legs spread so wide.