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

It sickened her to think that it had come down to this. Her people were being threatened, to the point they were forced to resort to their very last opportunity of gaining back strength. To think, she was the middleman for all of this, and even without her consent, they were going to go forth and make this alliance permanent. Venessa was the core to this catastrophe of a plan, her hand being offered and willingly accepted by the family that sat across from them. Lycans.. they were hairy, large.. and.. everything she was not used to. Once upon a time they had waged wars and nearly killed one another to complete extinction, despite the fact that their mutual enemy, humans, were far more of a threat than either of them could ever be. Her people were suffering, and because she was entitled to save them from their ultimate demise, alas, the young woman obediently attended the dinner. Stationed across from her fiance, she had yet to look over towards him. She didn't need to. She could feel his gaze burning holes into her flesh, or at least attempting to. It was amusing, she thought.. if he could, he would have reached over and snapped her neck long ago. That, would be quite foolish. His anger, though, it was overwhelming and only fueled her own. Venessa was an immortal of upstanding mannerisms, however.. and though well-equipped with a silver tongue.. she preferred to strike when it counted most. Here, it was not needed. Their parents were discussing the plans for the future and while she wanted to tell them to all shove it where the sun certainly didn't shine, she couldn't. Born into the most powerful house, as the only child.. she had responsibilities to fulfill. Standards, to meet.. and expectations to exceed. Two weeks.. and she was to be his. His wife, sworn to stay together for eternity. Her stomach was twisting into knots, and if she had a heart it would have fallen down from it's nest in her rib-cage. Venessa knew that she would have to bear his child, one that was to be the heir.. the standing element of their alliance. Her father had been adamant that she didn't try to ruin this for all of them, knowing all too well that she was more than capable of getting under another's skin, when she willed it so. She hated him, wanted nothing to do with him.. and certainly, the thought of being in the same bed as he, made her want to vomit. The mention of honor made her quirk a dark brow, slender and trimmed. Her mother reached over then, a hand gingerly caressing her wrist, As we too, are more than honored with this decision of bringing us together. Finally, orbs of pale blue snapped up and she gazed towards the one throwing daggers at her. Her face was beautiful, a mixture of soft and sharp lines, bringing to present a youthful appearance that would seduce any heterosexual man. Her lips were plump, a vivid hue of red fading from the middle on out. She let them part, accentuating the curvature before her tongue lapped across the bottom petal, a casual motion as she studied the hulking beast before her. Something about him was.. strangely arousing. His broad shoulders, and unkempt hair.. she blamed it solely on the fact that her parents forbade her to sleep with anyone they did not approve of, which was everyone so far. Her sexual urges had heightened to the point that she actually found this.. lycan, to be attractive. Venessa was going mad, that was the only explanation. She too, was donned in a dark ensemble. A dress made of velvet and lace, the gothic piece intricate and clinging to her supple frame greedily. A healthy amount of cleavage was on display, her breasts, more than a handful, pushed and squeezing against the dipping neckline of her gown. She was obviously slender, and quite small compared to her betrothal. Despite that, her appearance was fierce. Curled, silken locks of ebony reached the small of her back, tangled in a delicate working of crimson ribbon, the thick braid cast over a nimble shoulder. Her flesh was that of ivory, flawless and tempting to touch, having the texture of cream itself. She was everything he was not, and the difference was nearly violent between them, but.. she only watched, tipping her head curiously to the side as her vision roved over what she could see of him. Reaching out, she grasped onto the nearby wineglass, taking it towards her mouth, which curved dangerously into a smirk. Not once, did she take her eyes off of him, pinning him with those icy hues that were hidden beneath thick, lovely lashes. A red drink, of thick richness within the goblet and she purred, ignoring the forced chatter off to her left. Venessa was far too busy pushing at this one's buttons, a droplet of blood staining the corner of her mouth, before she lapped it away gracefully. If she had it her way, she would eat him alive right now.. sink her fangs into that delicious neck and drain him dry.