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

Honestly, Venessa had thought he'd berate her for finding humor in the situation.. but alas, she had managed to catch the chuckle that slipped out. It was a sound she had thought would never exist. Zlatan.. laughing? It was almost unreal, and her mind became trampled as she tried to fully comprehend what was happening. The way he whispered to her.. it definitely caught her off-guard, her attention snapping up towards him just as she felt him pull her close by the ankle. Naturally she was a bit weary, feeling her body fall further towards the slanted part of the bed. However, he had her, picking the woman up effortlessly.

Wrapping her limbs about him, the couch was quick to replace the mattress and she found herself eased onto it, pushed down into the soft cushions. Welcoming him without hesitance, she couldn't help but smile when she felt his mouth mold itself against her own. So.. he had wanted to kiss her now, hm? Venessa cherished the chance of having him willingly delving his tongue in between her lips, forcing her lower body to arch upwards. The sensations that began to surface just due to this simple act, was outstanding. She didn't even know how to explain it, helplessly returning each sweep and tangle of his wet tongue with her own, wriggling beneath him as she felt a large blanket be pulled over their forms. He was doing it again.. sending horribly mixed signals. From rough, to gentle.. and back again. They just couldn't seem to find a balance between the two.

Reaching down, she gingerly grasped onto his still hardened cock, which was pressed firmly in between her thighs. Giving him a slow pump, she began a gentle pace of stroking him, forcing the thick tip to tease at her slit, sliding it wetly across the petite surface of her puffy lips. All the while Venessa was pushing up into him, kissing him as if all ill intentions were completely washed away, leaving them both vulnerable.

"You going to complain about being on the couch now?" he whispered, another sign of humor as his own lips twisted into a smile. He kissed her back diligently, his tongue caressing hers, his nostrils flaring as he was still out of breath, the heat from his breath spraying across her face. He seemed to be taking his time with her now, even the kiss, he did it slow and gently, not as forceful as he had been before, giving her the chance to explore his mouth. It seemed that a giggle from her dead heart had softened him up.

His hips gyrated into her hand. Slow but strong motions, letting her know he was not done yet. A hand found her free one, and he pushed it against the couch, interlacing their fingers. The blankets rustled as well as the couch as their bodies moved together. Briefly he pulled away from the kiss to lick at his fingers, his arm snaking down under the blankets, going across her body, and between her legs. She felt his wrist touching her own as he carefully located her clit with his wet fingers, and rubbed it gently. He returned to kissing her, biting and nipping her lips occasionally, mostly letting his tongue touch against her own, enjoying the taste of it.

His breathing eventually settled down and his hand released her own, stroking his knuckles down the side of her face, against her soft cheek. Zlatan had no idea why he was being gentle with her suddenly, he couldn't help it. She was a woman, and there was a time and place to be gentle to a woman regardless of her race.

His words made her smile against his mouth, finding his question to be adorable. "No," she replied in a whisper, "You're on here with me too, after all.." This entire moment seemed like a dream, and while she had been given a taste of his gentle side before, in quick spurts.. nothing like this had dared to surface. Venessa had truly believed that this man was not capable of being gentle at all.. yet.. here he was, even going so far as to taking her hand in his own, and lacing their fingers together. The motion made her bottom lip quiver as heat blossomed in her chest, spreading out and threatening to fill her up completely.

Taking in a deep breath when he finally pulled away, Venessa gazed up towards him through heavily lidded lashes, feeling his arm slither about.. until finally, his rough digits came into contact with her tiny clit. The initial spark that rippled through her cunt made her squeak, face twisting into an expression of utter enjoyment. The slow, gentle circles he was creating was magnificent, and that little bundle of nerves grew flushed beneath the attention he was lavishing her with. Digging her heels into the couch cushions, she quickly returned his kisses in full, giving his tongue a suckle or two, whenever she could.

While she enjoyed his animalistic ways, this was certainly something she wasn't going to complain about. She was practically soaked by now, and wanting to feel him again.. she nudged the tip of his cock against her hole greedily, pulling him into her until the head slipped past her sore, tight ring of muscles. A shuddering breath, and with her hand now free, she grasped onto the side of the couch, moaning out into the barely there space between them. "Zlatan," Venessa murmured, pushing up into his hand, visibly searching for more friction, "Don't stop.. you're.. y-you're going to make me cum if you keep doing that.."

"I want you to cum," he whispered softly into her face. The pleasure for him alone was overwhelming. His head buried itself into the folds of her dark hair, letting his hips descend upon her. His hand rubbed at her clit until his hips fully lodged down against her, and he pulled it away, grabbing the pillows to support his weight behind her head. He grunted, sensually rolling his hips firmly into her, creating friction against her clit using his torso. He held himself there, reeling his head back from her hair to peer into her eyes, his mouth hanging wide open as he savored the pleasure that her pussy walls clenching upon his erection gave him. "I want you to cum.." he whispered again, softly.

He took his time in fucking her, his knees pressing into the couch to let his hips pull away. His cock pulled itself all the way out, save the head, and it slowly pushed back down on her. He did this a few more times, before his hips moved faster. Once again he only moved a few inches in and out of her, angling his hips up and down to give pleasure to his tip. While the penetration wasn't as thorough nor as deep, his firm skin just above his cock rested against her clit, rubbing against it thoroughly.

The built up arousal of his body began to find its release. His hips bucked at her, their close proximity only letting him move a few inches of his cock still, but the pleasure that his tip was finding, was too incredible to not bring an orgasm. She felt his juices filling her up as his back arched, his head looking straight forward as he groaned out. "Ooooh fuck...fuck!"

When he was finished, his body collapsed on top of her, breathing hard and slow, feeling damp and sticky from their sex.

"Oh god," she whispered shakily, her brows furrowing as she felt him push into her all the more. Her hand shot up from the side of the couch, burying her fingers into his hair whilst she rolled her hips sensually against his fingers, and now, his cock too. Venessa could only think about cumming now, and with his words of encouragement ringing in her ears, it wasn't surprising at all, that the woman was quick to find her release.

It all happened in a matter of moments. He began to thrust the fat tip of his cock within her, constantly jabbing and stretching her walls repeatedly. The change of tempo and depth was more than welcomed, the motion quickly getting the better of her and forcing her cunt to spasm wildly. That, accompanied with the pressure placed upon her clit.. rubbing at her, she was completely lost. Venessa keened out in bliss, crying as she gushed around his member, just in time to have his thick ropes of sperm fill her up too. A complete mess of stickiness successfully erupted between their bodies, the telltale sign of the pleasure that they seemed to effortlessly find in one another. It was once again the staple for why she was even wanting to stay with him, despite everything that had happened thus far. He was.. he was someone she could actually come to care for.

With her arms and legs wrapped about him loosely, she sank into the cushions with a groan, eyes closed and mouth left agape.. whilst she panted out against the side of his face. Venessa couldn't say anything.. all she could manage to do was lay there, relishing in the aftermath of her orgasm. With him settled atop of her, squishing her down.. she was content, rubbing her palms soothingly against his back, trying to work out any kinks in his tensed muscles. He had made her cum in a very lovely way, and her lips were still tingling from the way he had kissed her, too. A constant reminder of what he was capable of. Seems he wasn't all brawn after all.

His body lurched a few times, weakly thrusting his body at her, making sure to milk every last drop that his cock had to offer. Finally, when he felt spent, he merely stayed on top of her, his face slowly lowering into the couch, resting on the other side of her face, his forehead buried into the couch. His weight was fully on top of her, his arms bent at the elbows to let his forearms rest on either side of her. His recovery time seemed to take even longer than in that limo. He panted against her, his scent mixed in with the smell of sex and her own filled the space around him. Finally when his breathing had slowed, he found himself drifting into a half dozing state.

Eventually the reality of it all hit, of how close he was too her and the coldness of the air chilling their bodies. Yet she was too soft, and the bed had been tilted and it was incapable of sleeping on it. The couch was small, but it was enough to fit their bodies together on it if they adjusted. Zlatan moved off of her, moving to the closer side of the couch towards the back rest, soon managing to fit himself between it and her. The blanket which had been on top of them had rolled off of his body in their sex, only covering their ankles. His arm reached backwards, and soon lifted it over the both of them, leaving her to maneuver to her liking with his body giving her adequate space to not fall off of the edge.

Zlatan did not know what any of this meant... he did not like her still, but the sex had been incredible, and her giggle... her smile. He sighed as his lengthy arms latched around her, holding him to her possessively, making sure she knew she would not be falling off of the couch tonight, at least not with his arms around her.

Once again he had filled her to the brim with his seed, that potent warmth coating her inner walls in full. Venessa couldn't quite help but marvel at what had happened. They had managed to go from one extreme, to the other it seemed. Their relationship thus far was horribly bipolar. They yelled, struggled and told the other horrible things. Within the next moment, however.. they had been in a passionate lock, nearly violent.. so powerful it had broken their bed. It didn't stop there, though. The ending result on the couch.. the way he had brought them both to an orgasm, kissed her.. lowered his voice and spoke to her, it had the vampire feeling all sorts of conflicted inside. Zlatan was showing her multiple sides to his personality, as she, was doing the same for him. He managed to draw out some very interesting parts of her.

Laying there, basking in the aftermath of her release, she watched as he maneuvered himself about. They managed to fit together on the couch, with the blanket pulled up, and his arms wrapping around her tightly. Venessa didn't hesitate to roll over onto her side completely, facing his hulking chest. Settling a small hand against the broad expanse, she sighed, a sound of pure contentment. She was tired.. and knew that they both deserved a very long night full of uninterrupted rest. Long lashes fluttered then and she merely tucked her head against him, finding the lycan to be strangely comfortable.

If she hadn't known any better.. she'd say she fit perfectly beside him.

It was instant. Her entire frame seemed to grow lax, muscles yielding to fatigue, urging her to quickly be pulled under a heady cloud of slumber. Venessa didn't fight it, almost immediately falling fast asleep. Never, ever would she have expected them to be like this on their wedding night. Tangled in one another's limbs, dozing off and.. acting as if they were happily married. It seemed completely improbable.

His breathing became slower, and deeper as she nestled against him. Her head was pressed near his chest and shoulder, just below her chin. Zlatan was too exhausted to fight or push her away, and the feel of her soft body after sex was comforting. Tomorrow night, he told himself, this would not happen. For now, he would let it slide, and it did not take him very long, weary from the entire day's festivities as well as their sex, to fall into a deep slumber.

A peaceful dream took place in his sleep. It was a field of flowers. A woman was in front of him, wearing a long white dress, the back exposed to display a tattoo remarkably similar to Venessa's. The unnamed woman had dark hair, too, and she walked in front of him, laughing and practically dancing, occasionally turning her head to smile at him. Try as he might, Zlatan could not catch up to her as she continued to slip out of his reach.

It was this thought that he had awoken, one foot dangling out of the blankets, his arm was trapped by Venessa's head as she used it as a pillow. His head tilted up, to glance at the light shining through the window. He judged it to be late morning, and wondered how long they had slept. His father had kept him on a tight schedule to make sure he was busy, and that included getting up early. His body sighed in content, his head falling back into the pillows to gather more sleep. Try as he might, his eyes would not remain shut, and he soon untangled himself from Venessa. He stood up and stretched, leaving her on the couch as his arms raised high above his head with his back turned to her. His yawn as he stretched was prolonged, and his arms only lowered when he finished. He moved into the bathroom, to take a much needed shower.

Zlatan was surprised at the elegance of the bathroom. He had not remembered it to be like this, with the jacuzzi. It had been remodeled, it seemed. Zlatan soon turned on the water in the shower, and stepped inside.