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A Forced Arrangement (Russian_Vodka and Marie Massacre)

Marco broke his kisses away, having heard her whimper as he looked down, admiring her body as he moved down over it, his kisses moving around her neck, down to her collarbone before finally reaching her upper chest, slowly moving down to her breasts, grabbing one with his hand while he kissed and nippled on her other with his mouth and lips, wanting to please her into asking him to take her, wanting to show her that he was a better lover than Mikhail.
 
Mercy let out soft moans as he worked his way down her torso. Moaning softly, but it got louder as soon as he moved to her breasts. Looking down at him. His mouth closing around her sensitive nipples. Shaking slightly in pleasure as he did so. Closing her eyes lightly. She would never truly admit that he was a better lover then Mikhail. She loved Mikhail, but Marco was certainly doing a good job of making her ache for him. She would never so low as to beg him though. Letting her eyes flutter open, looking at him through lust-veiled eyes.
 
Marco looked back up at her, his eyes showing lust for her as well as he kept his work up, taking care of her breasts and nipples as he wanted her to take care of him too, it wasn't going to be a one sided relationship after all. He also didn't care who she loved because he certainly didn't love her, the sex was just to seal the contract so the treaty would be in place, he would probably try to stray from it later despite knowing his instincts would force him to mate with her again.
 
Mercy let out a gasp. Wrapping her legs around him. She had to admit it, he had barely had her alone for but five minutes and she was already soaking wet. And ready for him to take her. She didn't want to ask, but it appeared that it was what he wanted. "Take me, you have pushed me to my limits, just take me," Mercy pleaded. She looked into his eyes.
 
Marco loved it when a woman would beg him as he was already rock hard in his pants, the buldge clearly visible as he felt her legs wrapping around his waist. He heard her words, loving her even more as he looke back into her eyes, feeling her wetness spread into his pants around his length as he moved up, pressing his groin down against her's while he moved a hand to unbuckle and open his pants, letting his almost massive size out, it was true that it resembled that of a beast more when he was actually a lycan.
 
Mercy's eyes went wide seeing his size. She tried not to stare, but it was hard. Mikhail was no comparison in size. But the skill had yet to be tested. It should be fun. But it worried her. "You certainly are....well-endowed...." Mercy said softly looking anywhere but at him. She couldn't possibly take all of that. There wasn't a chance in all of the hells.
 
"Of course I am." Marco growled playfully into her ear as he brushed the tip against her wet sex, feeling it all the way along the shaft as he grinned. "I'm a lycan, we've always been the largest." He added, another playful growl as he pressed the tip against her entrance, feeling her slowly give way to his massive length, slowly penetrating into her as he loved the tight fit she was around his hard member. He would enjoy this night very very much.
 
Mercy's eyes widened further as he slowly slid in. Stretching her to her limits. Gripping his shoulders. Whimpering softly. Her long nails digging in only slightly due to the length. Her legs still wrapped tightly around him. Which kept him close enough to keep an eye on him. Just because they were having sex didn't mean that he was any less dangerous to her.
 
Marco heard her whimper, knowing she was being stretched to fit around his size as he just kept pushing, the sudden feeling of her nails digging into his shoulder as well as her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. He could tell that she wanted him badly even though she was still watching him, she was careful and so was he as he placed another kiss on her neck, nibbling softly on her silky smooth skin.
 
Mercy closed her eyes, pleasure overtaking whatever small amount of pain had been there. She wanted him, badly. Despite his being a lycan. They were married, and therefore it would happen ragardless. She might was well get what pleasure out of it that she could. She moaned as he slid into her. His sheer size would make up for anything that he lacked as far as skill went. But she could tell he had been with many a partner, and would have no trouble pleasing her.
 
Marco watched her eyes close, finally seeing her relax a bit as he felt himself burrow slowly inside her. Hearing her moan finally, he let out a groan himself as he looked down at her, beginning to make some slightly thrusting moves as he felt the need to be fully inside her as soon as possible. He knew it went faster now, his hands still working her breasts cleverly as well as his lips taking very good care of her neck. There was nothing in the world he would be able to compare her with as he had never felt a woman like her. They were married so he was hoping he could expect this of her regularly so he would be able to keep his instincts sated.
 
Mercy moaned louder as he began to thrust. Wrapping her legs a little tighter around him. Closing her eyes lightly, they were about half open and half shut. Her taut abs flexing as she breathed. There was no denying she had a beautiful body. Hearing him groan encouraged her. She leaned up, suckling gently on his neck. Nipping at the flesh, never hard enough to pierce flesh, but always just hard enough to make sure he noticed it. Leaving little hickies on his neck.
 
Hearing her moan even more pleased Marco as he felt his length twitch a bit inside her, knowing it was a mark of how far he was from cumming as he only kept going, feeling her tighten her legs around his waist. He could feel her tightness around his entire length soon as he also felt her nipple at his flesh. He enjoyed it, though knowing he would have hickies for the next day. He moved his head up, groaning and letting out a soft moan when he was fully burried inside her, his eyes looking down into her's.
 
Mercy's moans got louder as he fully buried himself inside her. Her moans turned almosy into screams. But rougher and they would be. Looking up into his eyes, her eyes veiled in lust and longing. He was driving her wild. More so then anyone else had ever done. Even more so the Mikhail. She couldn't believe it. Her legs tight around his waist, she left a few more little hickies in various places on his neck.
 
Marco heard her scream, the moans coming out at the same time as he then grinned into her neck. He was fully sheathed inside her sex, filling her out fully as he felt her body tightly locked with his own. It took him a few moments before he begun taking her, his hips forcing backwards before he thrusted back into her, filling her out even faster and even making the splapping sound of his skin meeting her's as his balls slapped against her ass too, loving the feeling of being with her fully.
 
Mercy's screams of pleasure got louder as he began thrusting his way into her harder. Her arms wrapped around him, her nails digging deeply into his back. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist pulling him into her with each thrust. With the sheer volume of her screams anyone who was still near theit room would hear her. She prayed Mikhail was not near. She did not want him to hear this.
 
No one would be disturbing them, only the guards outside where able to hear a slight amount of noise as they kept patrolling. Marco's thrusts weren't getting lighter as he took her, he was going faster and harder with her, forcing himself to put even more pressure on his own body to pleasure her like the good husband he was as he loved the feeling of her legs pushing in with his thrusts and her nails digging deeply into his back. He might have scars but he didn't care, they would be a sign of the love they shared even if they never did show it.
 
Mercy felt the all too familiar feeling of an orgasm getting ready to rock her world. Digging her nails in deeper. "God damn it!" She screamed. Her entire body quaking in pleasure under him. Closing her eyes as her hips bucked involuntarily in orgasm. Holding him tight to her. Holding him deep inside her. Whimpering in his ear softly.
 
Marco felt her holding him suddenly, not letting him move as she was still strong. He heard her scream as he smirked, feeling her orgasm as he inner walls seemed to try and milk his length, It was almost too much as he laid there, slowly feeling himself rise towards his peak until he realised that he was there. He pushed himself in against her, forcing his way an inch further into her before he shot out his load, a warm and rather large amount of sperm that would definitely fill up her vampire body as he moaned loudly and beastily like the lycan he truly was during it all.
 
Mercy panted softly, if she got pregnant she would dread to see the child. Half vampire, half lycan. A strange combination. But it would certainly be fun. She laid back. "I'm going to touch you face, I thought I should warn you first. I didn't want you to get agitated. It's my way of seeing people. If I can feel their face, it gives me details of what they look like," Mercy said.
 
Marco heard her, having released inside her as he was panting. He rolled off her, lying next to her as he understood her words clearly. "Okay." He replied, softly taking one of her hands and placing it on his face. It was was slightly wide, his hair like a long brown mane, the beard going from just before his ears and all the way down to meet up at his chin, however no beard around his mouth. He had hated it a lot earlier so he had decided to keep that area cleared. His mouth was slightly tightened, not used to the touch of a vampire yet. His cheekbones were sligtly long, the standard feel of a wolf as his nose was larger than most humans, and even larger than the thin vampires.
 
"My hands are cold, I know," Mercy said. "You're.. very handsome." She was generally right about these things. Years of being blind had taught her well. She could use touch, sound, and her other senses nearly ten times as well as other vampires. She was sure she would eventually get used to having a lycan for a husband. But for now it was still a very strange concept to her. Especially his facial hair. Facial hair was very uncommon in vampires, so she wasn't used to it yet.
 
"It's taken me years to perfect my looks." He replied, not seeming bothered by her cold hands. He was just used to a somewhat rougher feeling from the female lycans as her hands were more smooth than he had ever felt before. "I know it might seem hard, but we have to remember that we do this for the sake of the peace between the races." He still hadn't gotten used to the thought so for now it was his best excuse for having to sleep with her and be with her, even marrying her as he knew that his ancestors were getting tired of all the fighting.
 
"I know, but for some ungodly reason it had to be me. I have 4 sisters... And I'm the youngest, and the only one who is now married...." Mercy said. "I'm sure any of my sisters would've been glad to be married. Actually, they were talking about getting married the other day. It should've been one of them. Doesn't that usually fall on the oldest to do such things?"
 
Marco heard her words as he grinned a bit. "I'm the middle of seven, don't ask me why." He replied with a soft laugh as he laid there with her. He didn't want to understand why it had been him but he was hoping it was because he was the greatest warrior in the clan these days. He had listened to her and even though his theory was flawed, he didn't seem bothered with adapting to a new one.
 
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