Waking up in the Swan's Nest

They say that at one point or another, every man dreams of waking up in the arms of an undeniable beauty. Despite whatever Edward Grant might claim, he wasn’t immune to that allure.

So, opening his eyes to find himself cradled in the arms of a woman who could only be described as "Total Hottie" seemed, for a fleeting moment, like destiny coming true.

Except there were a few caveats. The first was that Edward had recently been dealt a rather rotten hand. He'd been taken prisoner, slated to become some unwilling lab rat for a shadowy organization hidden behind the façade of Armbruster International.

The last thing he remembered was the way it had all unravelled—the sterile lab, the steely-eyed scientists with their cryptic notes, and the encroaching fear that clenched around his heart as he braced for whatever they had in store. Somewhere in the chaos, he thought he’d heard a voice—a soft, almost maternal whisper, reassuring him that he’d be safe. That he’d make it through.

Now, he was waking up in the arms of a stunning blonde who was not only holding him but snuggling him close.

Ever the pragmatist, Edward stayed perfectly still, unsure if he was awake or simply between worlds. He barely dared to breathe, watching as the woman stirred, her golden eyes sliding open and fixing on him with a warmth that bordered on reverence. Her skin was flawless, her lips soft and slightly parted, and her hair fell around her like a cascade of sunlight.

"Ah, you’re awake," she said, her voice floating through the air, each syllable spun with a silken quality that seemed to defy ordinary sound. It was almost a song, each word rising and falling with a precision that was as enchanting as it was unsettling. There was an undeniable beauty in that voice, like crystal chimes in a deep forest—perfectly pure yet laced with something chilling, a kind of pristine detachment.

Edward barely had time to process this "too perfect" quality before she reached out, her delicate fingers grazing his cheek. Her touch was light, almost reverent, as though she was handling something fragile.

"It must have been scary when those nasty scientists were gloating about what they were going to do to you, wasn’t it?" she cooed, her tone shifting into something unmistakably indulgent, as though she were talking to a child. Before he could gather himself to respond, she pulled him into a close embrace, his face nestled against her chest between her soft breasts.

Under ordinary circumstances, the baby-talk would have been mortifying. But given that he’d spent the past day under the impression that he was about to meet a grim fate, Edward found he could hardly bring himself to object. This woman—whoever or whatever she was—had likely just saved his life. In the end, he figured he could put up with a little condescension. After all, he didn’t have much of a choice.

The woman leaned down, pressing her lips softly to Edward's forehead, the kiss lingering just a moment longer than it should have, leaving a strange warmth behind. Her touch was feather-light yet precise, as if she knew exactly how to ease the tension knotted in his body. Then, she began to hum—a delicate melody that hovered somewhere between a lullaby and a siren's call, each note drifting through the air like a breeze through autumn leaves. The sound wrapped around him, sweet yet carrying an undercurrent of something he couldn’t quite place, something unsettling.

Her fingers threaded through his hair, stroking in a rhythm that was gentle yet deliberate, just on the edge of being motherly but holding back, as if she were playing the role without fully committing to it. There was a care in her touch, but it felt measured, like a pianist's hand gliding over keys, aiming for perfection without losing herself in the music.

Edward's thoughts tangled, the lingering fear of his recent ordeal clashing with this unexpected tenderness. He tried to remember the cold voices of the scientists, the threats that had been laced with smugness, but the memory was slipping away, lost beneath the woman’s melodic humming and the soft, hypnotic stroke of her hand. Part of him knew this comfort wasn’t quite real, that it had edges too sharp, a chill just beneath its surface—but with the memory of dread still fresh, he let himself sink into the warmth of her embrace. For now, it was enough.'

That was when Edward’s second problem made itself known. The woman cradling him wasn't just beautiful—she was staggeringly, irresistibly beautiful. And while he was still reeling from the ordeal he’d barely escaped, his body seemed to have shifted to its own survival instincts. Somewhere deep in his subconscious, the primal need to pass along his genes in the face of danger had taken root. And despite his best efforts, his body was responding exactly as it shouldn’t have.

Warmth spread across his cheeks as he became painfully aware of the way his body was betraying him, his "morning wood" pressing insistently against her thigh. He held his breath, hoping she might not notice, or that if she did, she'd ignore it.

The woman's smirk deepened as she gazed down at Edward with those glowing golden eyes. "Well now, what have we here?" she purred, amusement dancing in her voice. "Mommy's sweet little angel, feeling naughty and curious, hmm?"

Her fingers continued stroking through his hair, a sensual caress that sent tingles racing across his skin. Edward's face flushed hotly, his heart pounding as he drowned in the depths of her hypnotic stare.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, my precious one," she crooned, leaning in even closer until her lips were a mere breath from his ear. "After all, it's only natural for you to be drawn to Mommy's touch. Especially when Mommy is the one who saved your life..."

The woman's touch drifted lower, her fingertips trailing feather-light caresses down the smooth expanse of Edward's chest, over the flat plane of his stomach, until they came to rest at the waistband of his pants. She paused there, her golden eyes locking with his in a heated gaze as she slowly, teasingly, began to slip her hand beneath the fabric.

Edward inhaled sharply, his hips involuntarily bucking as her slender fingers wrapped around his hardening length. A low moan escaped him, drowned out by the blood rushing in his ears. Nothing had ever felt so good, so utterly right. Her touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure ricocheting through his body.

"That's it, my angel," she purred, stroking him with languid, sensual movements. "Just relax and let Mommy take care of you. Let Mommy show you a good time..."

"That's it, my sweet little angel," the woman cooed as her hand glided up and down Edward's throbbing shaft, squeezing and stroking with maddening expertise. "Mommy's here to take care of you, to show you pleasures you've never even dreamed of."

She pumped faster, her grip tightening as she worked him with ruthless efficiency. Edward shuddered, his body tensing as he felt the familiar coil of pressure building low in his belly. Pleasure crashed over him in relentless waves, drowning out all thought, all reason.

"Don't hold back now, my precious boy," she urged, her voice a sinful purr. "Mommy wants her treat. Give it to me, Edward. Let me taste your hot white nectar..."

Her words tipped him over the edge. With a strangled cry, Edward spilled himself into her waiting hand, his release shuddering through him in violent spasms. The woman purred her satisfaction as Edward shuddered in release, his sperm spilling hot and thick over her fingers. She slowly withdrew her hand from his pants, bringing it up to her lips with a wicked gleam in her eyes.

"That's my good boy," she crooned, her tongue darting out to lap at the sticky trails coating her skin. "Mmm, delicious. You taste even better than I imagined, my precious angel."

Edward watched, transfixed, as she licked his release from her fingers with sensual relish. A fresh wave of heat washed through him at the erotic sight, his spent cock twitching feebly in post-orgasmic aftershocks.

The woman chuckled low in her throat, clearly amused by his reaction. She leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "Don't think we're finished yet, Edward. Mommy's not nearly done taking care of you..."

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, igniting a fresh spark of desire in his core. Before he could form a coherent thought, her lips captured his in a searing kiss, hungry and demanding. She plundered his mouth with her tongue, swallowing his gasp of surprise.

Edward's hands came up to grasp her shoulders, torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer. The woman seemed to sense his inner turmoil, breaking the kiss to trail her lips along the column of his throat. Her teeth grazed his pulse point, biting down just hard enough to sting.

"Are you ready, my angel?" the woman purred, her voice dripping with sensual promise as her hands slid down to grip Edward's hips. "Ready for Mommy to show you the true heights of happiness?"

Edward's breath hitched, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as he gazed up at her through hooded eyes. He licked his lips nervously, his voice husky with barely restrained desire. "Yes, Mommy. I'm ready. Please, show me everything..."

The woman's eyes flashed with triumphant hunger at his submission, a wicked grin curving her lips. Without warning, she yanked him into her lap, her fingers digging into the supple flesh of his ass as she ground his rapidly stiffening cock against the heat of her vagina.

"That's my good boy," she purred, nipping at his throat with sharp little bites. "So eager, so **** for Mommy's touch..."

Edward gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily as the cool air hit his heated flesh. Before he could catch his breath, the woman's hand was wrapped around him, stroking with maddening slowness. His head fell back, a low moan tearing from his throat as she pumped him with ruthless precision.

"That's it, angel," she crooned, her thumb swiping over the weeping tip of his cock. "Let Mommy take care of you. Let Mommy give you what you need..."

She shifted beneath him, guiding him to the slick heat of her vagina. Edward shuddered, the anticipation almost too much to bear. With a swift, sure thrust

Edward shuddered as he felt the slick heat of the woman's core engulfing him, her walls clenching around his throbbing length. A strangled moan tore from his throat, his hips jerking forward involuntarily as he sank deeper into her welcoming body.

"That's it, my angel," the woman purred, her voice a sinful murmur against his ear. "Fill Mommy up with your sweet, hard cock. Let me feel every inch of you..."

She began to move, rocking her hips in a sensual rhythm that stole the breath from his lungs. Edward's hands clenched on her shoulders, his fingers digging into her skin as he matched her movements. Pleasure crashed over him in relentless waves, drowning out all thought, all reason.

The woman moaned in ecstasy as she felt Edward's hot seed spurting deep inside her, his cock twitching violently with each throb of his release. She clung to him tightly, grinding her hips against his as she milked him for every last drop.

"That's it, my sweet boy," she purred, her voice a seductive murmur. "Give Mommy everything you have. Fill me up with your precious nectar..."

Edward shuddered, his head falling back as the last shuddering spasms of pleasure rippled through him. The woman lavished his face with tender kisses, cooing words of praise and affection as she stroked his hair with a motherly touch.

"My poor, precious angel," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Mommy's here now. Mommy will always take care of you, always make the pain go away..."

Edward let out a shuddering sigh, his body going limp in the woman's embrace as the last vestiges of his climax faded. She held him close, her warmth enveloping him like a soothing balm, chasing away the lingering ache in his head.

"That's it, my sweet angel," she murmured, pressing a tender kiss to his temple. "Rest now. Let Mommy watch over you..."

As Edward drifted off, lulled by the hypnotic cadence of her voice and the gentle rocking of her arms, the woman gazed down at him with a possessive gleam in her golden eyes. A slow, wicked smile curved her lips, filled with dark promise.

"Sleep, my precious boy," she whispered. "Dream of Mommy and the delights yet to come..."