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Thread: Two Households, Both Alike in Dignity (Findarato and Lemon)

I think it would be incredibly easy to kill you, he said flatly, unamused. I have slain numerous amounts of your own kind, the best warriors you had to offer. Do you even know who I am? Maybe he was exaggerating, but his prowess on the battle field was renowned. I am the sun that haunts the night, he murmured, stepping closer. He was a hulking figure, his exact height was not known, but he appeared nearly half a foot over six feet. His shoulders, seemed even broader than before, now that he towered over her. She seemed so dainty and small compared to him, it seemed like another half of her was needed to match his width. What makes you think that you would even stand a chance? A hand waved in the air dismissively at her, like she was some sort of insect. It is just a pity, that your house, finally realizes there is no way to best me. You can send all the warriors you will like, and I will send back their heads. You have finally opted to send a female to tame me, he spat, heavy emphasis on the word female, a look of distaste forming on his lips at the word, as if being of that particular sex was even worse than being human. Let me tell you right now. You will not tame me. You will never tame me. It will not work. He was directly in front of her now, his arms crossing over his chest, and staring down at her. So she had heard him, or perhaps she merely knew his reputation. I haven't decided. He never even had a chance, being locked up in his home all day. He felt like a bird trapped in a cage, and even if he had could escape, his wings would not be able to function. A great weight was set on him. What does it even matter to you? You'll be lucky if I even touch you once. The only touching he was tempted to do right now, was to slam his hand across her face in a slap to put her in her place. You are just lucky I have a younger brother. Zlatan had thought about running, escaping, living his life as he pleased. He could if he really wanted to. There are others who are just as displeased about this as we are. I could seek refugee with them, after I tear your throat out. I could run, and never look back. If only I did not have a younger brother. He pulled away from her, leaning against the railing to look out in the forest. I would rather die than see that scum take my place.
Thread: Two Households, Both Alike in Dignity (Findarato and Lemon)

So he thought her to be weak.. that was not surprising. Venessa knew very well she was strong in many means of the word, and though her fiance did not see it, or would never attempt to.. his praise was not needed. The young woman had fought tooth and nail to get where she was now, and while the reaping of her rewards was everything she did not desire, it truly showed how much she had accomplished. Ever since birth, she was forced to endure the heady weight of training. Be it through political inquiries, or the rib cracking practice of having her corset tightened. She had done it all with the natural fluidity and elegance of her kind. Her sadness stemmed greatly from the fact that while she looked towards the future, she was given the image of a very bleak, miserable existence. She had dreamt of a marrying someone whom she simply could not live without, and while her parents hadn't given her the chance to find another.. she certainly didn't think they'd force her hand to a lycan. Someone, who wanted her dead on instinct. The only joy that could come of this was their child, and knowing that he or she would ultimately be without a father.. it killed her. To know that it would be her own fault, in being what she was, that this newborn babe would be the receiver of Zlatan's fury. Her grip upon the railing in front of her tightened as she listened to his words, throat growing dry as her slender brows furrowed in frustration. There was so much she wanted to tell him, but his skull was so thick, he was so numbed by his own ego, that none of it would penetrate and actually make sense to him. It was useless.. and Venessa could feel herself growing weak, just thinking about the coming days of being married. It was a pity, too, that her brother was not the one she was to marry. If Zlatan hated him, then she figured they would get along just smashingly. One who used his cunning as a weapon? They already had more in common than she did with her own future husband. A very sad, pitiful realization.. and one that was quick to shove salt into the opened wound. She was doomed to be repressed for the rest of her life, it seemed. Turning her eyes towards the side, she took in the other's profile, realizing then that.. goodness, what did she expect? For this dog to actually use his common sense? He was all brawn.. and he fought with everything but intelligence. They were on two very different ends of the spectrum, separated violently by the lore of their own, and their stubbornness. They were angered.. and who else to appoint it to, but towards each other? Stepping back from the edge of the balcony then, she turned sharply upon her heels and drew in a breath, a sigh heard moments later. We shall give them an heir.. and be done with each other, Venessa stated coolly before taking her leave, the sharp click of her shoes resounding against the stone walls of the hallways. If that was all they wanted from this arrangement, then so be it. She would give it to them.
Thread: Two Households, Both Alike in Dignity (Findarato and Lemon)

Zlatan was lost in his own thoughts as she responded. A child. He wondered what it would mean, what it would bring to the world, if anything. There were prophesies of such a child being able to unite the world. Zlatan had always passed them off as the tales of old women. His father had once told him that having a child was the greatest joy that this earth could bring, but Zlatan had his doubts. Wrapping his hands around Venessa's throat and squeezing the life out of her would be far more appealing, as far as he was concerned. His head tilted as he watched her march off. We shall, he murmured, watching the woman's slender figure in her dress. She was far unlike a lycan woman, who were broad of hip and shoulder to give birth to large children. She was different, petite, elegant... fragile. Zlatan had no idea how she had made it this far in life without having her body snapped into two. A woman of her size, he thought, would doubtfully be able to handle him, let alone provide him with his heir. She had probably been sheltered her whole life, or so he thought. Her feet clicked loudly down the hall way, until the noise was no longer heard. The rest of the night was uneventful. Zlatan returned to the dining hall after staying on the balcony by himself. There was some last minute negotiations taking place that Zlatan did not bother to listen to. It was all hog wash to him, and the only negotiations he wanted to make were with blood. He finished his food, not bothering to look up to see if Venessa was at the table- he had decided to ignore her entirely until he absolutely must need to speak to her, which was, as far as he knew, never. You didn't need to speak to a woman to produce a child with them. The table wasn't as full with people, nor as much food as before. No one even seemed to notice his return. He retired early. One more night in this castle, and he would be gone. Until two weeks, then he had to marry the foul creature in the main hall, or outside, depending on the weather. The two weeks were not much to look forward to either, he would not be able to keep up with his usual antics. His father had a whole group of men with him at all times, keeping him in check if he did not behave himself. It comprised of mostly his uncles, and cousins. The worst part of it was that his brother occasionally tagged along. His brother would taunt him in the way that only he knew how, making it seem like innocent questions to the rest, when Zlatan felt like it was a knife stabbing him in the guy. He found himself half tempted to sneak out, to see what mischief he could come up with as he laid in his bed. Overall, his feeling was one of defeat, and he ended up sleeping far earlier than he should, in hopes he could find solace in his sleep from this nightmare.
Thread: Two Households, Both Alike in Dignity (Findarato and Lemon)

The sudden grip upon her hands startled her, the pain that shot through her bones immediately making a small whimper bubble up in her throat. She quickly swallowed it down, however, not giving him the pleasure of hearing such a vulnerable sound. All she did was simply stand there.. her eyes having fallen to the side, where she gazed towards the polished marble flooring before them. Her own fingers were wrapped tightly about his, a noticeable quiver beginning, which flowed through her entire frame. Even her bottom lip was trembling now, each word the priests recited, digging deep into her hallowed chest. It was ghastly, to have all of those eyes upon her.. the attention overwhelming and making her weak in the knees with shame. The silence around them, say for the ancient words of ceremony was deafening, Venessa lost in her own thoughts of peril. She only needed to have a son.. that was all.. it was simple. After a moment, she felt something brush her arm, the priest of her people, giving her a tender smile. Venessa, he began, raising up a silver goblet. Within this chalice, is the liquid that shall grant you the ability to bear and birth a child. Drink greedily.. for this honor is not given to many.. The elder held out the ornate cup and she gingerly took it when Zlatan released her, gazing down towards the thick, potent drink. This would make her body become alive, have her ovulating and womb becoming warm.. safe, and secure for a fetus to grow in. Not only that, but it would make her helplessly aroused, the instinct to mate and have her insides flooded with seed would be intense. Something akin to an animal in heat, her scent and flavor would be sweetened beyond anything her husband to be would ever know. Her flesh would become heated, flushed and sensitive to any touch, liable to cause the most instant of reactions. They would both be drowning in the gift that was this intricate and special toxin, the key to what their families wanted. Thus... she drank, gulping it down in succession. Taking in a sharp breath after she had tasted the last drop, her attention was casted up towards the one standing before her whilst she panted, feeling her mind grow a bit fuzzy at the edges. You will be ready by this eve, the priest claimed.. and Venessa knew there was absolutely no turning back now. It had been done. The first step towards their lives together, with rings being exchanged and precious words recited, despite their seething.. their destinies were intertwined, and she was now his wife. All she could do was just.. look at him, as if he were merely an illusion and this, was all just a nightmare. Had she truly just married a.. lycan ?
Thread: Two Households, Both Alike in Dignity (Findarato and Lemon)

What in the world.. had happened? All she could remember was the gentle press of his mouth to her own, something she had never anticipated. She had believed he would simply bite off her tongue, if she dared kiss him, but alas.. he had initiated quite the affectionate gesture. It had Venessa completely speechless throughout the ceremony, as shocked as he. Zlatan was.. was he actually effected by what he had drank? Somehow the woman had believed he would be fine, as if immune to the poignant dosage. However, they were both helplessly caught under the heady reaction to it, proof written all across her person as she sat there, pressed firmly into the leather upholstery of the car. Venessa's chest was heaving, lips parted and a distinct pant flowing out from between plush petals. Her complexion flush, and her temperature was rising dangerously, a light sheen of sweat having began to prickle across her exposed skin. Droplets of saltiness trickled down from the curvature of her neck, and traced themselves into the plump cleavage which was shamelessly exposed in her gown. Her veil had been tugged off of her head, and lay at her side now, right hand clenching painfully into the delicate material. That damned priest had done something to her.. unaware that the sacred drink would be even more potent, considering she was a virgin. Pure, and unscathed.. she was feeling things that were only natural, and yet heightened to insurmountable amounts. Zlatan, she called out, voice weak and husked with blatant arousal. Her head turned then, the motion lazy.. as if there was a weight settling down upon her. Her lashes were drooping and her eyes were heavily lidded, the pink upon her cheeks growing bright, Have they poisoned us..? The question was adorable, considering it was the last thing that would have been done, but Venessa was truly concerned. It was as if she were burning up, a violent thrum beginning to pulse through her and make its way down between her thighs, where she throbbed to the point of discomfort. Gasping out as a particular tingle extracted itself through her lower body in full, she let go of her veil and grasped at his hand, desperate. Please, she began in a whisper, What in the world is wrong with me...? I feel.. I feel like I'm going to melt or something.. I can't explain it.
Thread: Two Households, Both Alike in Dignity (Findarato and Lemon)

The limo began to drive. Zlatan had no idea where they were going, not that it mattered. Some isolated place to ensure privacy. All he could think about was the kiss. Why had that even been apart of the ceremony? His mother had ensured him there would not be one, and amongst his own people, a kiss was seldom seen in a wedding. So why had it been there... and why had he liked it more than he ever should have? He was brought back to reality at the call of his wife, who soon clutched at his hand. He looked at her blankly, trying to ignore the affects that the liquid had on himself. His body felt warm, particularly between his thighs, where he could feel his manhood starting to stiffen, pressing against the constraints of his underwear. Soon it would be at its full peak, if this continued. I feel fine, he said, gruffly, lying, snatching his hand away from her. You feel it because you are weak. It has no effect on me. Zlatan left it at that. If he lied to her, he could lie to his body. It wasn't working. It didn't stop his body from wanting to grab the nearest female, and mate with her. The limo was fancy, there was a large amount of floor space, with another set of unoccupied seats across from them. The window that looked into the front seat, was totally black, unable to see through it. Zlatan regretted drinking so much of it. His cock was stiffening and rising at an alarming pace. She would see the bulge soon. He lifted his thigh up to conceal it, stuffing a hand in his pocket to grab himself, to hold it down, to suppress it. He remained quiet, silent, brooding. She wouldn't be able to see through his guise, or so he thought. Quietly, he unbuckled himself, just to get more comfortable. Suddenly, his body lurched out, going close to her, a hand gripping her wrist. He pulled and yanked on it, soon tossing her to the floor of the limo. Thankfully, she hadn't put on her seat belt, making it all that easier. Before she could even react, his form was on top of her own. She laid sideways on the floor from the toss, and she soon found Zlatan's crotch, recklessly thumping into her rear, her knees and legs raised up to give him the chance to plow at the soft cushion of her ass and the back of her thighs to relieve himself. His hand found her cheek, holding it on the floor to not allow her to gaze at him. However much he bucked at her, he could not find relief, his large cock straining against his robe to get at her. He paused, reeling up, a hand still on her face to keep her down, using his other hand to rip open his robe.
Thread: Two Households, Both Alike in Dignity (Findarato and Lemon)

The woman looked frustrated, obviously not pleased with his answer.. but truly, what did she expect? He probably found pleasure in knowing she was like this, uncomfortable and unsure of what was happening to her body. Venessa pulled her hand back to her after he had snatched his own away, fingers nimbly curling into her gown as her head tipped off to the side, eyes gazing out the window. Perhaps it would go away.. she just.. she needed to relax. To not let it consume her so much.. this was all just simply in her head, she was allowing it to get the best of her. She was going to be fine, they wouldn't have given her that drink otherwise. Unaware of the tribulations her husband was going through at the moment, it was only until she felt him snatch at her wrist, did she look back to him. What happened next was sudden, a choked yelp escaping the woman as she was flung to the floor. Breathing heavily, she gazed over towards the other before she found her cheek pressed to the carpet below, enabling her to look nowhere but forward. What are you doing, she exclaimed, crying out in a mixture of pleasure and alarm, whilst he shamelessly began to rut against her bottom. Their clothes successfully kept them both from becoming relieved, but something told her.. no matter how many times they fucked each other, it just wouldn't be enough. Her hunger for him was insatiable, practically thirsting to the point of madness. Venessa could no longer deny this, she wanted him.. so, so fucking badly. Stationary, Venessa could feel him pull away, and the sound of material ripping met her ears. Goddess, he was going to shred away their wedding garbs, wasn't he? A part of her was frightened by the sudden turn of events, but to feel the power behind his motions.. pure animalistic rage, the desperation to get what he wanted.. it made her so undoubtedly wet. She was practically soaked between her thighs by now, her scent sweet and eager to tickle at his senses, coaxing him to where she needed him the most. It was as if she were made for him, everything about her practically calling forth to him, urging him to claim her for his own.
Thread: Two Households, Both Alike in Dignity (Findarato and Lemon)

Just.. he grunted, his back arching, his hips thudding forward against her, her slender body being pushed and pulled against the carpet of the limo. Just shut the fuck up, he managed to growl at her, between grunts. When he realized that this dry humping alone would no satisfy him, he stopped, letting go of her face. His robe was open, she could look up at see that he was shirtless beneath it. Large, powerful pectorals that heaved up and down with heavy breathes, so large her small hand would barely be a comparison to them if she touched them there. There was a sparse amount of light colored hair scattering upon his chest. The hair trailed down to his stomach in a single line, leading to the waistband of his black pants. On either side of his happy trail, intimidating muscles pressed out from his stomach, firm, defined lines separating each muscle from the next. On the right side of body, on his rib cage, there was the symbol of his house, tattooed upon his body. It seemed even more scary combined with the man's impressive physique and muscles, the black wolf howling into the night air. There was the problem of her dress. It was too long. Zlatan expressed his frustration with it as he looked down at her helpless body, one hand undoing the loop on his belt. If they wanted me to fuck you like a god damn animal, why'd they put you in a dress like you're some princess? he snarled at her, as if this was her fault. With that, his hands grabbed the silk, ivory dress, a little down past her ass, and tore at it. The screeching of the fabric tearing apart filled the limo. Now her dress was significantly less, the ends of the back of barely covering her rear. It looked scandalous now, considering that her back was exposed to display the tattoo upon her back. They should have dressed you up like the whore you are! His hand lifted up the small remaining cloth that covered her, lifting it over her rear.
Thread: Two Households, Both Alike in Dignity (Findarato and Lemon)

When he finally pulled his hand off of her face, she turned, looking up towards him in curiosity. The sight she saw was immaculate, greedily dragging her icy hues up and down his frame, admiring what was exposed to her. Venessa had figured he was very well built.. but to see what had been hidden beneath that robe all along, it made her dainty toes curl in anticipation. Nudging off her heels, she kicked them away with little to no thought, eager to be in nothing more than the flesh that covered her. Everything felt too constricting, from her gown.. that was soon ripped in half down the back, to the lingerie which dwelled beneath. Sheer stockings that met at mid-thigh covered her lithe, beautiful legs.. being held in place by a garter belt. Hemmed with lace, it was firmly secured about her slender, curved waist.. the sight of her panties, which did little to hide the bare, plump cheeks of her ass, was quickly given to him. His claim of her being a whore made her giggle, looking absolutely tickled pink. He had a mouth on him, didn't he? Venessa squirmed about, tugging at the sleeves of her wedding dress, pulling and tearing at them until she was freed. Given the little bit that was still intact, it was more than easy for her to shred apart the remainder with a quick flick of her wrist, showcasing the strength she naturally had. Nothing but a pile of rich, expensive material now, she purred, shifting onto her hands and knees and pushing her rear-end up into the air, tempting him with it. It felt so good to be this slutty, a vision of sensuous lingerie before him, matching from head to toe with her ivory bra, panties and stockings. A few adjustments, and her long hair was let down too, weaving free from the braid it had been placed in. Shaking free the thick, dark tendrils, she tossed her head back and looked to him from over her shoulder, a devious glint in her blue eyes. Is this more befitting of me, husband , she crooned, swaying her lower body tauntingly at him. If he wanted her to dress like a whore, then he was given just that. On the floor of the limo, which was taking them to quite the secluded location for their honeymoon.