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

Months ago, Zlatan had happily been prowling highways at night, engaging in major skirmishes that had often had the taste of vampire blood in his mouth before the night was over. In the recent months, the battles had lessened, both sides were too afraid to put themselves at risk with the growing threats. Then it came down to an alliance, and marriage. And now he would be marrying and sharing the same bed with the prized gem of the major vampire house. Zlatan couldn't be anymore disgusted. It showed on his face, an open snarl towards the woman who was suddenly staring at her, an amused expression on his face. It only made him more furious. His fair skin turned red at certain parts, to express his anger. She just sat there, staring at him, using her tongue to caress her lip, taunting him. Zlatan's hands curled into fists upon the table, for all to see. His mother was speaking, discussing further arrangements. Zlatan did not pay attention, her voice coupled with Venassa's own mother was like background noise. All he could hear was his mind speaking to him. I want to kill this fucking bitch. I want to rip out of her guts right in front of her eyes and laugh in her face as she dies. Zlatan's father, who noticed the anger, placed a hand on his son's shoulder to relax him. He leaned into Zlatan, his mouth near his ear, to whisper to him. Do not worry my son. You can have as many mistresses as you like... It was a familiar conversation, that Zlatan had heard before. Had it been for the first time, the table in the room would have been flipped over, and there would have been blood. Thankfully, when his father first broke the news to him, they were in private. His father continued. You must impregnate her. Fill her up with your seed. Turn her into your bitch. They were purposeful words, another conversation they had before. Sexual conquests were open secrets amongst lycans, women were always viewed as lesser individuals. Perhaps he had decided to tell Zlatan this again, to soothe him, to not let this woman he was going to marry taunt him. Save your anger. Save it for when you have the chance to defile her. Zlatan wasn't even sure if he was up for the task. She seemed beautiful, there was no doubt about that, but all of it was over ridden by the fact that she was a blood sucking leech. There was no way he'd be up for the task to sleep with her immediately, he did not even want to share the same bed. The wedding was mostly for show, and the hybrid lycan vampire child that had been rumored to be the one thing that could save both their faces. Once he had given her a child, he would never have to touch her again. But he realized he may not be able to hold his urges off as long as he might want to- his parents had shut him in, no longer letting him see his lady friends to release his sexual urges. His pent up aggression was higher than he had ever known it to be. If a couple months passed without her pregnancy being achieved, he knew that there would be a ceremony, of people watching them to make sure that they were doing their 'duty.' Zlatan found himself realizing that he probably would have thrown her down on the dining table and fucked her in front of everyone, if that's what it came down to. That's how long he felt he hadn't had sex for, just to sleep with something so vile just to find his release he needed so desperately was a disgusting thought. Still, he looked at his wife to be with aggression and anger, whatever lust that he felt for her in his conflicting body and mind was hidden. Perhaps the sheer way he looked at her with such a look could be mistaken for lust. Lycans often associated sex and violence. I will, father, he said, softly, releasing his hands, grabbing at his wine glass to drink from it.