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

By the way he looked at her.. the ultimate proof of her having not lain with another man before, Venessa felt as if he was taken aback. Because truly, a woman of her grandeur.. how could she manage to avoid such a strong desire? It wasn't difficult, not when gifted with overbearing parents. Frankly.. she had always figured she would save her innocence for her husband, and despite the man that they had chosen for her.. it came true nonetheless. He had successfully deflowered Venessa and taken her ruthlessly no less, something that even had Zlatan, at a loss for words. Did he.. not like it, perhaps? Was it something that disgusted him?

Their eyes met briefly and she gasped, feeling him throw away her arm in which he had kept quite tight in his hold. Immediately, her palm pressed to the flooring to keep herself steadied, gasping out when she felt a particularly hard smack, fall down upon her bare ass. Her doubts were washed away when he began to drill her cunt full of his cock repeatedly, ravaging her without hesitation. It seemed as though he enjoyed the fact that he had ripped away from her, something she had guarded her entire life. Something, that was very prized and lusted after. It was now his, her blood coating his cock as time and time again, his powerful hips slammed forward and sent her reeling across the carpet. By now her skin was wet with sweat, tendrils of her silken hair clinging to her desperately, slithering about the lines of her body. She was filling the car up effortlessly with sounds of enjoyment, quivering fingers reaching to grasp at the hardened forearm nearby, whilst he dug his nails into her sides. So this was the way he'd take her.. if he ever did so again, that is.

Zlatan had made it more than obvious that he wished to not bed her.. and while this moment was nothing but furious passion and desirable frenzy, Venessa would not be surprised in the least, if he refused to reenact this activity. However.. if she were not to become pregnant due to this night, they would have to endure this until that time came. The vampire was gazing up towards him, her upper body having fallen to the floor with the pressure of his weight curving over her, consistently making her struggle to keep herself up. He had forced her by the chin, to meet those vibrant eyes and in turn, her insides clenched up almost violently. He was going to mark her.. she knew of this but.. goodness, she didn't want it to stop. She loved the way he felt, his pulsing inches thoroughly taking her for all she was worth. Those wet, raunchy sounds of her juices growing.
 
It seemed he was taking it upon himself, to teach her, considering her inexperience and virginity. From the way she pushed back against him, Zlatan would have thought that she was experienced. Perhaps it was her urges, mixed in with the drink that was causing her body to act on its own.

His own gaze was lustful, watching her eyes through the hair that clung to her skin. She could hear his grunting and breathing as he took her, his body clapping against her own now. His hand let go of her chin, reaching down to curl his fists into the floor of the vehicle, getting a better angle to penetrate at her she lowered her upper half submissively. Her knees could feel the pressure that his weight brought down upon her with every thrust, until his body suddenly latched an arm around her stomach, pulling her up, her back pressing against his chest. Suddenly she found herself facing the door just inches in front of her. One arm held her back to him, keeping her back arched, her breasts bouncing helplessly upon her chest as his hips continued to thud up and forward, against her ass. An arm looped under her armpit, his elbow going across her neck, his hand grabbing at the side of her head and roughly tilting it to the side, to expose her neck.

His mouth hovered against her pale skin, sharp breathing sprayed across her neck repeatedly. His tongue started to lick at her skin, preparing for her to be bitten and ultimately, marked.
 
To be frank, Venessa had never thought that they'd end up like this. Having been so desperate to get at each other.. that he had ended up taking her on the floor of the limo, which drove them to their secluded, romantic honeymoon vacation. It was almost too much to take in, the reality of it seeming far too intense and out of reach, to firmly grasp and understand. The woman knew she would be in a daze after all of this was over, the evening seeming to hold a very promising outlet for her sexual prowess. Despite being a virgin, having not been touched by another until now, it was obvious that she was more than natural when it came to coupling.

It was as if.. her body was made for it, for him. To take the rough beating he was putting her through, her first time showcasing just how capable she was. Zlatan was laying it on her without pause, catching her at her stomach and forcing her body up, until her back was plastered against his chest. The change of angle made her audibly keen, the thick tip of his cock ambushing that bundle of nerves deep within her channel repeatedly. Grasping her palms at the tops of her thighs, she didn't fight him when he pushed at her head, exposing her neck to him. Now vulnerable, Venessa anticipated the inevitable, feeling him lap and breathe hotly upon her flesh.

Lashes fluttering to a close now, she lifted up a shaking arm.. delving her fingers into the golden locks of hair that were settled wildly at the top of his handsome head. She grasped upon them, enjoying the texture, "Do it..." Those two words slipped out into the air as a husked, desperate whimper, her ass bouncing lively upon his lap, taking his cock from base to tip time and time again. "Mark me, Zlatan... make me your's.."
 
A soft growl emitted from his throat as she told him to do it. He had never intended for things to be like this, he found himself enjoying it far too much. He had never raped a vampire in his conquests, but now he wondered why he never had. They weren't unattractive, at least this one wasn't. He hesitated, his lips hovering above her skin, before his teeth extended, and he suddenly lodged them into her skin. She felt a painful sting as his teeth wasted no time in penetrating her flesh, and soon she felt the dribble of blood going down her skin. His body pressed at her, her breasts suddenly touching against the surface of the door as he held her in place whilst he took her. His teeth stayed against her skin, his tongue lapping eagerly at the spill of blood, before he sucked at it openly. He made sure to keep his teeth in her to make her stay in her place, although she did not seem to be protesting at all.

All the while his cock aggressively stretched her walls, time and time again. His hips moved on their own, happily bouncing against her. He could feel his orgasm, and it would not be long before he found his release. He would cum inside of her once, and that would be that, he would never have to touch her again. He was certain his seed would only need be in her once before a child formed within her.

Despite his mind telling him that this would be it, his body acted on its own. He pulled away, his mouth, marked by her blood, released her neck. He held her face against the door, her back and rear vulnerable to him. His hand found his erection, and he began to pump at it violently. It did not take him many strokes as the head of his cock spurted once, his white fluids suddenly shooting across the span of her back, directly over her tattoo. His seed was in abundance, from perhaps the liquid he drank, or from the lack of a release in a long time. Either way, white lines coated her skin, drenching her tattoo in it. He stared at the sight while panting, slowly letting go of her face. It was as if his act had just spat on all of her family and lineage, he knew the tattoo was of important and he had just defiled it with his own cum.

But why had he done it? He told himself he would cum in her, yet his body did what it wanted on its own accord. Not only would this mean that they would do this again, it meant that he could not control himself around her, which was very bad. His body repelled away from her, sitting back against the bottom of the seat as he half laid, half sat on the floor. His robe was open, his front drenched in sweat, his pants and boxers down past his thighs. His cock, which she could now see fully, was covered in a mixture of their fluids, and her blood. It arched to the side, staying at a nearly fully erection as it touched against one side of his stomach. His own thighs too, were covered in her blood. He found himself wanting to dread the next time they slept together... but after the experience, he could not.
 
The initial piercing of her flesh was shocking, the pain rippling through her quickly, and forcing a choked exclaim out from her bruised mouth. It was nothing she couldn't handle, however.. the pleasure that his cock gave to her, only enhanced by the discomfort of him keeping his fangs lodged within her neck. That was when she came, unable to hold herself back any longer. It rushed through her like a piston, overwhelming every inch of her susceptible frame. Completely weakened and unable to deny him anything he wanted at this point, it was against her better judgement to not have reeled away from him, when she could have before. No.. now he was suddenly off of her, keeping her pinned for one reason or another. Venessa hadn't expected him to do what he did next, the chance of impregnating her having been.. very, very high.

Warm, long and potent spurts of his seed was forced out onto her back, coating her tattoo in his spunk. The sensation was marvelous, but the realization that he had not done what he was suppose to.. and instead opted to defile the insignia of her family, was tragic. Forced to stay there as she was, sticky in a mixture of sweat, saliva, cum and blood.. Venessa fell against the door completely, curled up pitifully where she sat.

Gingerly coaxing her fingertips across the inner workings of her thighs, she gazed down towards the mess of her sweet juices and that trickling crimson, mesmerized that.. despite the rough, eager treatment he had put her through.. she was not tired. Certainly, she needed to catch her breath and relax for a moment, but her body was not in pain. Her neck, only aching as the holes upon her were slow to heal, did not thwart the impressive amount of arousal that had buried itself deep within her being. They had made certain that their doses were more than potent, and though Venessa was grateful.. knowing that without it, all of this would not be possible, it was also heartbreaking to an extent. These passionate moments, were they all going to be caused by.. a toxin? A mere drink that allowed their commonsense to be overridden, and erased?

Turning her head, she gazed towards her husband from over her bare shoulder, admiring the sight that she was gifted with. He looked delicious.. and when she dared to lower her attention, quickly taking in his messy cock, her insides twisted. It was of no use, she wanted him.. and so, she got upon her hands and knees, fixated on the other who was more or less, just as conflicted as she. Crawling towards him in slow succession, she stopped as she came to the space between his legs, dipping her head down to kiss across his left thigh. Her long hair sprawled across them, tickling at them both, before he'd feel a very devilish, wet tongue firmly stroke up the underside of his shaft. Gathering the collection of delicious excrements, Venessa purred, twirling the muscle around and about the thick tip. Lips were wrapped onto him in a suction, and she gave a wet slurp, the sound loud and shameless. A shift of her head then, and those icy hues were locked onto him, gazing as she dragged her eager mouth back down towards his base, where she lavished his heavy, large sac with attention.
 
There was not much to say. They both knew what had happened, neither of them loved each other. He had no idea why he had pulled out, but he did not care to answer for him, nor would he to her. Instead his hands adjusted his robe off, making his upper half completely bare, exposing the arms bulging with muscle that had so easily held her down as he took his pleasure on her. They reached out, supporting his weight as he rested them upon the seat of the car, his head rolling back to close his eyes and rest. He felt relieved, and tired. The effects of the drink were no longer felt, and soon his erection would subside.

He did not realize what she intended with his eyes closed. She crawled closer, nearing his shaven cock. Upon closer examination of his body, she would see an additional tattoo. It was four words, placed just above one of the fine lines of his v, written in italics, in a diagonal manner to stay aligned with the line of his v. It read the words of his house, "The Night is Ours."

It was only a moment after he heard her moving about that he felt her soft mouth on his thigh. He kept his eyes closed, until a gasp escaped his lips, and he felt her tongue dragging along his skin, only to be placed in her mouth. His jaw dropped in surprise, his own eyes wide. She wasn't satisfied yet. His erection was still practically hard, and soon it rose to its full length from within her depths. "You're a fucking slut, aren't you?" he whispered. His body pulled away, removing his pants and boxers as he seated himself on the chair, so she would have to kneel and look up at me. It was obvious when he had done it, to get a better vantage point to look down at her. A hand grabbed and twisted into the strands of her dark hair.

They did not love each other, but it seemed both of them loved the act of sex. Perhaps she was keen on getting his seed in her, while he was still aroused... either way, he was not about to complain.
 
His whispered question made the tiniest of smiles perch onto her lips, the petals tinged a brighter red due to the collective mess that she had been suckling at. A slut? Well.. not exactly. She was merely a woman that was openly insatiable right now, and considering she had only slept with her husband.. it was more or less acceptable. Venessa could only watch as he stripped away the remainder of his clothing, purring in pleasure of having him completely bare to her. Smoothing her hands up across his legs, over his knees and around his thighs, she scraped her nails bluntly across the hardened texture of his broad, large abdomen. He was gorgeous, melting as she knelt there, feeling his muscles rippling beneath the tanned surface of his slick flesh. Without a word, she let her head slip back down.. until her mouth wrapped eagerly about one of his balls.

Though she did not love him, she loved the things he did to her body..

A wet, hard suck was given, tugging back onto his sac until the firm, large orb began to slip from her mouth. Those brilliant eyes of blue were forever poised on his own, letting him watch as his testicle finally popped free from her hold. A lick to her plush petals, and she grasped the base of his cock with delicate fingers, squeezing tight. She would much rather speak with her actions, given that the words she wanted to say, made absolutely no sense right now. Venessa was confused as to why she felt this way for him, given that she had wanted Zlatan to drop dead hours prior to their heated tryst. All of this was.. horribly suffocating to the vampire.

Having begun to stroke him in firm, tensed motions all the while, she grew closer until her taut tummy was pushed into the leather seat, leaning over his lap with her long hair flowing about her freely. Up and down she went, teasing the ridge-line of the twitching head whenever her thumb was close enough. She could barely wrap her entire palm around him, but she certainly made do, not losing a beat as she collected an abundance of saliva up. The next moment, she let the string of sticky whiteness drip down and gradually graze across his shaft, teasing it before she spat wholly onto the organ and began violently pumping it. Her hand was a blur and she dropped her eager teeth towards his thigh, nipping her way along until she came to the italicized tattoo upon his hip. Tracing it with a bubblegum pink tongue, he'd hear her moan, squirming where she knelt before him.
 
"Just can't get enough of my cock.." he asked softly. He wanted to taunt her more, to put her in her place, but he found the words not even in his mouth, only replaced by gasps, grunts and an occasional groan. It had been the truth she was a virgin, the blood was evidence, there was no way she could be a slut. Still, the way she handled him with her mouth was unlike anything he ever had before. Maybe her long years of being neglected sexually gave her time to fantasize about what she would do to a man once she had him, and he was given this treatment. He felt blown away, literally. She could see his hands, rest on either side of his hips, start to claw at the soft cushions of the seats.

His cock was sore from their sex, but still sensitive, her hand along was enough to give him pleasure. His legs parted as wide as they could go, his toes curling into the seats. His posture began to lessen as he slouched back into the chair, letting his hips angle towards her hand and mouth. "Mmm... fuck.. I guess vampires' mouths are good for something besides biting." That was when she nipped him, and he grunted, even though it was soft. His skin was still sensitive. As she began to lick his tattoo, he grabbed the back of her head again, hooking his fingers to let his nails drag against her hair and scalp.

There was a brief moment when out of curiosity, he sat forward, lurching over her to reach his arm down behind her back. His forearm would plant itself against her ass before his wrist positioned itself to let his hand go under her. His finger tips began to experimentally touch at her pussy, slipping his fingers through them, trying to see if she was actually wet. He couldn't even tell because of her earlier arousal and the fact that they had not watched. Not wanting to miss anything, he leaned back again, watching her, trying to let his hands stay relaxed, but they ended up gripping the couch again.
 
It was empowering to know she could dwindle him down to a state such as this. Helplessly pushing back into the seat, seeming to melt under her touch as she thoroughly lavished him with utmost attention. Venessa greedily took in the noises that bubbled up in his throat, filling the air and giving her the proof that what she was doing, he enjoyed. Though she didn't exactly look down towards his hands, she could see his forearms tensing up, giving away the fact that he was grasping at the leather upholstery, obviously trying to ease himself to stay right where he was. Though she could not tame him with words, this was working just fine.

Tipping her head down until she captured the thick head of his cock betwixt her lips, she began to tentatively suckle upon him, just when he shifted forward. Feeling his arm stretch behind her with ease, the curious prodding against her sore slit was exciting, feeling her skin prickle as he dove his digits through her moist folds.. before soon, pulling away. Venessa, wanting to feel him touch her, pulled herself up onto the couch. Not once, had she removed her harsh pressure upon his prick, but simply worked around it. Soon enough she was knelt upon the long collection of seats beside him, her pretty little head beginning to bob up and down, whilst her hand dropped to play with his silken sac. He tasted good.. getting through the coppery flavor of her blood and the sweet, salty texture of her cum.. she was soon enough greeted with his potent musk.

Closing her eyes, she moaned, letting the vibrations surge through his inches as they dipped deeper into her mouth, until she finally shoved herself forward and forced him into her throat. Keeping her jaw slack, she breathed deeply through her nose, giving him the treatment of feeling a tight, convulsing vice about him. Pulling up with a sharp gasp, strings of saliva connecting her to his dick, she went right back down and slurped up her mess, practically fucking her face on top of his pulsing member. It was true.. she couldn't get enough of his cock, adoring the way he stretched her lips painfully, felt so heavy against her tongue and throbbed with the steady beat of his heart. Venessa was utterly taken by the act of sucking her husband off, trickles of her arousal dripping down the insides of her thighs, all the while her plump, full ass was hiked into the air.
 
He stared in awe at his wife. He had just married her, not even more than an hour ago, and she was steadily bobbing her head up and down his cock, like she was some long time, obedient wife to him. Zlatan hated to admit it, but he felt no need for any mistresses if his own wife was going to take the initiative and worship his cock using her mouth. She was a vampire, yes, but something about that alone made it even more arousing, that he was sleeping with what he considered his enemy. Their prized princess was on her knees, giving him unimaginable pleasure, all while seated on her knees as if she was some whore he picked off of the streets.

It was all highly arousing. Zlatan wouldn't need a potion for this.

Instinctively his hips began to meet her mouth as she dived down on him, his ass cheeks clenching together to gain the strength to push up, until he released, and lowered himself. "Suck on that fucking cock," he growled down at her even though she was doing just that. His hand curled its fingers into her hair, not giving her the chance to pull away as he pushed up and down forcefully. He could no longer see her as she knelt herself on the side of him. He only figured she had done it to get more attention between her legs. He had no idea where they were, but it was a good thing the windows were tainted black, because anyone that looked inside would have been rewarded with the sight of her ass perched high in the air.

His body leaned back further, allowing his arm to snake around her. Soon his fingers had found the lips of her cunt, and he deftly used his finger tip to swipe through them. He did it several more times, before he twisted at his wrist, his the bottom of his palm mounting her pussy, his fingers tips locating her clit as he began to stimulate it by using his fingers, moving it in circular motions, occasionally pinching at it gently, but mostly rubbing the flat of his fingers up and down it.
 
Luckily he had given her just what she wanted, Venessa's anticipation wavering as she finally felt his arm slip back around her. The initial contact was lovely, forcing her to gasp about the mouthful of cock she was currently tending to, when he finally began to coax pleasure through her clit. The soft, small nub of nerves was growing hard under his ministrations, twitching against his fingertips which soothed its need to be stimulated. The sensations that rippled through her left a white heat in their wake, threatening to overtake her completely, and practically drown the woman in bliss. Zlatan was working magic against her sensitive, flushed cunt, her hips rolling and sending her body back into his motions, urging for him to not stop. His digits were so rough.. calloused and large, practically swallowing up her petite pussy whole.

She might have hated him, but there was no denying the fact that she was in utter lust with him physically. The fact that he was one she had been educated to kill.. to stay away from, and shun.. but now? She was his wife, and here she was, slathering about his large, fat dick like an obedient whore. Venessa knew her endeavors were far more scandalous than they needed to be, but that certainly didn't stop her.

Yanking her head off of him with a wet, audible pop, she pushed herself up and met his gaze, reaching out with her free hand to caress the side of his face. A little shifting, and she was soon enough straddling his hips, pushing her swollen nether lips down against the underside of him. Giving a roll of her lower body, she began to drive herself up and down his length, creating a delicious bout of friction which bathed them both in much needed contact. Her mouth was agape, letting soft, heavy breaths flow out.. before she leaned in and pressed a chaste, hesitant kiss to his own. She held it, only pulling back when she wanted to look into those strangely colored hues again, curious to know what he was thinking right now. He had kissed her only once before.. and Venessa, tingling from head to toe, wanted to let him know that she enjoyed it.
 
He continued his efforts of rubbing her, his fingers were experienced against her body. Soon she felt them neglecting her clit, only to curl upwards, fitting his middle finger and ring finger inside of her, his index and pinky finger supported their probing motion by staying out the outside of her pussy, against her skin. In and out they darted, matching the pace at which she sucked him.

Soon enough he felt her shifting, she wanted to do something else. He did not react by the time she straddled him, had she just sat down and ignored him, he would have grabbed her, and taken what he wanted. It seemed she wanted the same thing as she hoisted one leg over him, and gave a roll of her body, his massive cock touching against her slit. His eyes watched her own with that same hungry look in them after she had pulled away. His own lips had stayed rigid, too overwhelmed by everything going on. In awe, his jaw dropped again as she gave another roll, teasing himself and her. A grunt was produced and then a soft exhale.

He did not want to be so easily overwhelmed by a virgin vampire of all things, so he was quick to react in teasing her. He brought his hand to his lips, keeping the underside of his two fingers that had been inside of her just seconds ago, positioned just over his mouth. Moments later, she would see his tongue curling out, and dragging across them, savoring the taste of her, before he took them into his mouth, and sucked. The whole time his eyes were on hers, that same still look of lust gazing right back at her. She wanted to kiss him, he realized suddenly, he hadn't kissed her the entire time yet as they had fucked, only at the wedding, which had been brief to begin with.

Slowly his fingers pulled out of her, his other hand grabbing the back of her head. He shoved it forward, letting their lips stay just an inch apart. This was too intimate this time.. a kiss was more romantic than having his cock brutally fucking her. He found himself hesitating, but wanting it. His natural lycan instincts kicked in, his mouth parting wider to bare his formidable teeth. A deep growl came from his throat.
 
If his intentions were to tease her, he did a fine job of it. To watch him take the same fingers that had been curled within her depths, and lap at them.. savoring her taste, it forced her knees to grow weak. Venessa was thankful that she was perched upon his lap, knowing that otherwise, she would have lost all balance. It was one thing to have him willingly touch her between her legs.. but to know that he enjoyed her flavor too? It quickly sent the vampire's mind racing with inquiries. What ever would it be like to have his head tucked between her thighs, his mouth practically devouring her to the point she covered his eager tongue in her cum?

A gasp, from both her drifting thoughts and him tugging her head closer, her eyes widened. She was panting headily against his mouth, which was but a breath away, taunting her. Honestly? She did not expect him to kiss her ever again.. and while the attempt had been admittedly foolish, Venessa could only blame it on the fact that she was so caught up in the effective reaction to the ceremony's offering. It made her want him more than anything she had ever set her sights on, and it frightened her.. more-so than when he began to growl, baring his teeth. The sight was so befitting of him, she didn't shy away from it.. but merely lifted her body up and let it drop, encasing his cock within her quivering hole suddenly. An intentional squeeze of her muscles and she milked him, rolling her hips sensually and stirring about her insides with the aid of his large shaft.
 
He would not kiss her, never again. He made up his mind. His snarl was enough to scare her off, it seemed. She focused on getting him inside of her, which he was not about to protest. Once she descended down on him, the familiar sensation of her tight walls against his cock, made him gasp against her lips. Another growl.. more low.. less intimidating. His fangs relaxed, and he exhaled heavily against her mouth.

Whatever reasoning that he just formulated to not kiss her was promptly thrown out the window as she rolled forward on him, manipulating his cock while inside of her. His hands snatched her forcefully by the temples, his neck leaning forward to rest his forehead against hers, his eyes closed. His lips were already parted as his tongue caressed at her lip, moving left and right, before curling upwards, briefly dragging the tip of his tongue against the roof of her mouth, before his tongue touched her upper lip. Curious to see her response, his eyes flickered open, letting his hazel hues search into her eyes, open or close, wondering what she thought of it.
 
She was so sore down there... he had thoroughly wracked her with his brash treatment, thus, she made certain to take her time. She let him stretch her fully yet again, growing used to having something so large, stuffed within her body. Venessa could now see why some were admittedly addicted to this sexual act - it felt incredible. It was as if her body had a mind of its own, tugging her into a certain direction, despite how much the rest of her wanted to protest. It was of no use, she was hopelessly dictated by her traitorous form, and even if she wanted to hate it.. she just couldn't. Something about Zlatan.. he..

He was going to kiss her?

The grasp upon either side of her head was startling, forcing her lashes to flutter and let her eyes open completely. She gazed towards him, curious, as to what he was planning to do. Hadn't he just made it more than obvious that he wasn't going to kiss her? And yet, the moment he seemed set on what he felt.. he did this. Dragging his tongue across her lips before prodding the sweet insides of her mouth, Venessa's breathing was quickening, bare chest heaving with its efforts. Before she was given a chance to fully return the sentiment, he looked at her, quickly catching her off-guard. Feeling considerably vulnerable, she pushed her hips down into his own once more, before she nudged her chin forward a bit, and captured his bottom petal between her own. Giving it a slow, long suck, she pulled it back until it popped free of her arrest, a slight curve twitching at the corners of her mouth. "You taste good," she whispered.. finally speaking to him after what felt like an eternity. Her fingers delved into his hair, then, pushing back the golden locks before she closed any distance between them, and captured him in a rough, passionate kiss. There was no use in denying herself this. She wanted to kiss her husband.. and if this was the only way they'd be happy, then so be it.
 
His eyes widened as she took his bottom lip. Never before had a woman done that to him, he was so use in being in control that someone with the courage to act on their own, was alluring to him. "So do you," he whispered, when she spoke and let go of it. He was mostly referring to the nectar that had coated his fingers, but before he could clarify himself, she kissed him. "Mmm," he murmured in approval as his hands let go of her head, dragging down, sliding down her sides before his hands rested at her hips, gently pulling her back and forth, encourage her to grind on his erection.

It did not take him long to start dominating the kiss. His tongue was experienced in its motion, pushing back against her own, keeping it on her half of their mouths. Occasionally he would bait her tongue to stretch out as his own retracted, only to push back again, twisting and caressing her own tongue. He did it again, except instead of pushing back, his own lips clamped down on her wet tongue, sucking on it, pulling back, only to capture it again, sucking.

His hands moved from her hips to her ass, his large hands drooping its fingers to rest on the curves of her cheeks. He would squeeze every time her body moved forward, and released as she moved back, only to grip her again, roughly.
 
His words sent a strange surge of warmth through her gut, as if she was.. happy, that he enjoyed the taste of her. Be it between her thighs, or her mouth, whichever it was.. Venessa was pleased. It showed in way she kissed him back, desperate to have his tongue swirling about her own, tangling and making her squirm where she sat, ultimately easing his cock within her all the more. It was something so simple, merely undulating herself against him, keeping him fully lodged inside of her tight channel, but goodness.. did it feel incredible. She was going to cum like this, she just knew it.. already her hole quivering in anticipation.

Openly moaning whenever he sucked at her baited tongue, the vampire kept her eyes closed and she finally eased herself up, letting a few inches slip out of her, before falling back down. A quick, short rhythm was soon set, her fingers curling about the broad expanse of his bare shoulders, whilst she smacked her ass down onto the tops of his thighs, filling the air up with a firm sound of them continuously meeting.

Her breasts were squished against his chest as she went, toes curled and sticky body bouncing happily, filling herself time and time again with her husband's member. Venessa wanted so badly, to make him feel good.. to let him know that, despite the consequences of their arrangement, that she was more than capable of fulfilling his sexual needs. Be it greed or pride, the woman was hellbent on making this relationship work in one way, at least. Pushing her ass up into his groping palms, she purred, tipping her head and mashing her lips against his own hungrily, the tips of her fangs scratching against his questing, wet muscle.
 
He kissed her back eagerly, his hands playing with her rear, enjoying the way her soft body moved up and down him, her nipples grazing against his chest, sliding up and down. His head tilted, allowing his tongue to reach deeper into her mouth as he felt her fangs touching down upon his tongue. Eventually he pulled away, his hands gently pushing at her shoulders. "Lean back," he whispered. "Place your hands on my knees behind you."

Such a position would allow him to give her even more stimulation, and she would realize what he was getting at as he brushed his hands down her breasts. His head leaned forward, his soft, blonde hair rubbing against her skin as his tongue probed out, pressing itself against the underside of one of her nipples. His tongue moved from side to side gently, moving her nipple around before it pulled away, only to crane his head forward, using his teeth to clamp down on it, letting the edges of his teeth clench gently against her. His head reeled back, tugging at her breast before he pulled away, admiring the sight of her breasts.

His hand would venture down lower as his mouth continued its actions with her other breast, kissing at its underside, before giving it similar treatment with his teeth. His hand mounted the skin just above her pussy, on her stomach, his thumb reaching down to press the flat side of his thumb against her clit, where he steadily rubbed at her. This, he hoped, would make her buck wildly, and bring both of them to their closure.
 
There was no room for question, she knew he would only bring her more pleasure.. and so, Venessa obliged. Leaning herself back, she placed her hands firmly upon his knees, gasping as his cock seemed to slip inside of her all the more, with this new angle. As if that wasn't enough, she was soon given the delight of having his tongue tease at her nipple as well, the rosy bud already helplessly hard. The sensitivity that surged through her, whilst he played her up, was unbearable. Her hips, naturally, began a quicker rhythm, forcing more of him out.. and instantly, right back in. Over and over again she did this, repeating the motion whilst Zlatan did as he pleased, ultimately forcing her to feel things she had yet to. He was a talented man when it came to satisfying a woman's body, her own practically singing in glee of the treatment he was giving to her.

"Oh fuck," she exclaimed the instant his thumb began to wickedly rub at her clit, sending her hips bucking wildly into him, just as he had desired. Venessa's head was tossed back, spine arched and eyes closed, urging them rapidly towards yet another orgasm. She was already there, keening out loudly as her juices began to flow, her entirety shaking atop of him whilst she practically gushed against his throbbing cock. It didn't stop her though, determinedly riding out her orgasm whilst her exclaims heightened, pussy clenching down onto her husband's prick like a searing vice, refusing to let him go. So.. this was what it felt like to truly cum on a man's dick, her hand snapping out from behind her, to grasp at his wrist.. keeping his digit pressed firmly to her twitching bundle of nerves, "God damn it, Zlatan.. don't stop.. please, don't stop.."
 
He couldn't stop, even if she told him to stop. To see her writhe and buck on him helplessly, just from the touch of his thumb, was an utter delight to see. The fact that he could control her in such a way was just as pleasurable as the sensations that her pussy brought to his cock. "Cum on your husband's cock!" He shouted, hips bucking up to meet her, his head reeling back to watch her. "Cum! I want to feel you squirt all over my, show me how much you love my lycan cock!" He was roaring down, his aggression while below her was just as much as it was when he was behind her, plowing away. His actions only made him rub at her clit harder, lowering his hand to let his thumb apply more pressure, able to maneuver around more easily.

His own release was brought by her own. His back arched, his feet planting into the floor of the limo to let his hips stay pressed upwards, letting his cock stay fully lodged in her as his juices filled her up. There was less fluids than before when he finished on her back, but still she could feel his seed filling her up to the brim, soon coating and dripping down their thighs. He gasped, his feet relaxing as his body slouched, his hands pulling away from her body. His head tilted back, closing his eyes as he savored the feeling of his orgasm and its aftermath.
 
And there it was... finally, she was given his seed. Venessa was in utter awe as he filled her up, feeling the thick, warm liquid shoot up inside of her and heavily coat her spasming muscles. It was.. it felt so good, as if it were coaxing every bit of her own orgasm out, urging her to grow completely exhausted before she pushed herself forward and fell against his chest. Her arms were curled up against her body, panting hotly whilst she sat there.. still skewered onto his cock, which gave her the very last droplets of his load. They had done it.. and while she was thoroughly satisfied as far as her body's natural needs went, she couldn't help but wonder if.. this was going to be the first and last time, he ever came inside of her. What if this was all they had needed, to get her pregnant? A lucky chance, at filling her up just once... it.. she didn't want that.

Venessa was frightened by her revelation, realizing that she had somehow grown to adore the way he felt against her. Even now.. merely sitting here, relishing in the aftermath of their releases, practically buzzing anew.. this was nice. The vampire merely closed her eyes, not wanting to think herself into depression. Whatever happened, happened.. if anything, Zlatan would most likely clear up this confusing fog.
 
In the aftermath of it, he was totally relaxed. His head was rolled back, his eyes closed, just as he had done on the floor after their first round. His long reaching arms extended outwards, showing their long span, and rested at the top part of the seat. His body was not sweaty like before, he had not done as much work as she had, but still the rest and fall of his chest displayed his fatigue. His cock grew soft within her over time. All they could hear was each other's breathing, and the roll of the limo's tires on gravel. It was a new sound, he had realized. Perhaps they were close to their destination- the limo had driven against smooth pavement as far she knew, or at least he thought. It was hard to recollect anything except for the sex they had, but the crunching of gravel beneath the limo's tires was new.

He felt too tired, too weak to even push her off... and he liked the way her soft body was positioned on him. Zlatan did not want to say anything, nor move, for a while.

The limo rolled to a stop. Zlatan did not bother to move. They both heard the driver get out of the car, his foot steps moving against the gravel. There was a moment where it stopped, and then a knock was heard on the window. It was too much effort to move, so Zlatan ignored it. A minute passed, and the knock came again, louder. Zlatan grew aggravated. "Hold the fuck on!" he shouted suddenly towards the window, after a third knock.

His weight shifted forward, and he pushed Venessa off of him by pushing on her shoulders, letting her fall on his side on the seat. "Put your things on," he told her as he reached for his own clothing, starting to pull his boxers up while seated.
 
It was only until she was greeted with her husband's shouting voice, did Venessa awake. Yes.. she had managed to fall asleep in the sort time they had sat there, resting. It wasn't difficult, considering the emotional and physical toll these past weeks had brought her, more specifically the last twenty-four hours. The woman was quite heavily fatigued by what her life had become, and while she had somehow hoped that this brief moment of relative peace could have stayed.. she knew better than that. It didn't surprise her to feel him push at her shoulders and force her off of his lap, her frail form falling limply against the leather seat.

She stayed curled there for a moment, her legs pushing tightly together.. whilst her eyes dimly focused on the mass of black before her. What had she expected? He was a ruthless, rude man.. who had very well made it more than clear, that he hated this arrangement so much, their very own child would mean nothing to him. It hit Venessa like a ton of bricks, her mind no longer muddled with the aid of the ceremony's drink.

A frown curled down onto her kiss-swollen lips and she suddenly felt sick to her stomach, ashamed of all the things she had done.. and had let be done to her in return. Turning, she carefully pushed herself up and began to gather up her clothes. They were torn to shreds, except for her bra which she hastily clasped about herself in a rush. Her dress and heels were merely gathered into her arms before she abruptly opened the limo door and stepped out. Not wasting a moment, she made her way up the brick path which led to the front door of the cabin. It was obviously quite old, but had a quaint charm to it that would make anyone feel content.

Just before her hand could reach for the handle, an older woman answered it and offered her a smile. A servant. Venessa couldn't meet her eyes and simply brushed on by, hearing the other call out, telling her that her bedroom was down the farthest hall to the right, all the way at the end. It was a sizable home, but nothing like the castles she was used to. Getting to her room, she threw the sad excuse of a wedding gown down onto the floor and fell back into the wall, clutching at her chest. She felt.. humiliated. Covered in filth, the ultimate proof of what they had done.. something, that while she didn't want it, would hopefully grant them a child.
 
The girl had gathered up her things, and promptly darted outside, like a petrified mouse. Zlatan watched her, wondering what she was afraid of. He didn't think it could be him, in his mind he hadn't even been that gruff with her after sex. He had done far worse before. Perhaps she just wanted to take a shower. Zlatan took his time unlike her, and soon enough, he had stepped out of the door, looking around. It was a cabin isolated in the woods. He had been here before, his family owned the place. No doubt it was prepared for them for the week to come. Zlatan only wished for a comfortable bed.

His hulking figure walked up to the door, seeing an older woman. Servants too.. but how many? He glanced behind his head, the driver was inspecting his shoes as he paced around his car. The building was only one floor, but it was fairly large. Zlatan knew, more than likely, that it would be arranged for them to share the same bed. He asked the servant where it was, and his loud foot steps were heard as he moved down the wooden hall ways, towards the room. He opened the door to find his wife, cornering herself by the wall. He cast her a fleeting, curious glance before he inspected the room. It was rather plain. A tv in front of the queen sized bed, a window to look out of, an attached bathroom. There was two dressers, one for him, and one for her. A closet, too, was seen, but when he peered inside, he mostly saw feminine clothes. Probably for her. Zlatan went to the dresser and pulled one drawer out, finding it to have his size of clothing. He kicked off his shoes and began to pick out something to wear, his old clothes were uncomfortable from the sex they had.

In the end he picked out a simple pair of black sweats to serve as pajamas. He removed all of his other clothes, doing it right in front of her, presenting her with his large, muscular ass without a care in the world as he had bent over to take his clothes off. Soon, he was naked, and he pulled on the black sweats, and promptly laid down on the bed, his large figure sprawling out on it made it look like it was a far smaller bed than it actually was.
 
Venessa couldn't quite come to terms with what had transpired in the limousine. The way he had kissed her.. touched her, it all seemed so hypocritical. Had it just been the strange potion that they had drank? She wasn't sure.. and the longer she thought about it, the further her head hurt. Opting for merely getting herself clean for now, she averted her eyes away from the man as he went about his business, finding her way into the connected bathroom. It was large, decorated beautifully with rich wood and carvings. A jacuzzi tub sat at one side, while on the other, was a shower that could easily fit five or so people within it.

Well, at least they wouldn't have to worry about being cramped.. but, that didn't seem to be the case when it came to the bed they were to share for the coming days. She had managed to peer towards him when he had sprawled himself out onto the mattress, dwarfing its size completely. Luckily for them both, she was quite small and it'd serve its purpose well. Hopefully, he didn't toss and turn too much, though.

Tugging off her bra, she tossed it away and began making work of her garter belt. Stockings and undies were soon joining the pile of clothes and she sighed, turning about to look towards her bare back in the mirror. Pushing her long hair out of the way, Venessa cringed as she saw the collection of dried cum splattered across her flesh. Ultimately, all over her tattoo. The woman was not pleased by this.. it had been considerably childish of him to do such a thing, but somehow it only seemed befitting of his attitude. A roll of her tired eyes and soon enough the sound of the shower was heard, steam filling up the small room greedily. She didn't hesitate to soak herself, letting her entire frame be submerged in hot, rushing water. It eased her muscles and made her shoulders grow lax, knowing she'd probably be in here for a while at this rate.

Venessa figured in any other marriage.. her newly appointed groom would be joining her, but.. this matrimony was anything but ordinary.
 
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