A Hellsing fan fiction
Chapter 3
By Torahiko
I do not own Hellsing or anything inherent therein. Please review!
Integra shuddered. The heady look of lust in Alucard's eyes was nearly unbearable. And yet she wanted more. She wanted to see him writhe underneath her touch. She wanted to drive the point that she controlled him. That she owned him. That he was merely a toy. A tool for her amusement.
"And if I do follow through...do you give me your word that you will never overstep your boundaries again?" Her eyes became hard, glittering slivers of ice as she stared at him. A sudden clarity came to his gaze, pushing away the red cloud of lust. He seemed to be considering the offer, and he smirked.
"And what would happen should I overstep again..." A dark silky laugh rumbled from his chest, and his eyelids slid low in his mirth. "I rather like this taste of punishment..." He curled his tongue around her fingers and sucked fiercely on the tips, seeming to distract Integra a moment from her thoughts. She immediately drew her fingers from his mouth, and the hand which wielded the whip suddenly drew the rope tight around the fleshy pillar at his thighs. Alucard's eyes snapped open wide, and his ivory white fangs gnashed at the air as he howled with the pain of it. It felt as if he had flashed himself to the noonday sun.
"Should you overstep again, I will terminate your supply of medical blood, and you will be confined to quarters until you become cooperative again." Check. A wry smile planted itself on Integra's lips as she watched him writhe just as she wanted. His eyes rippled with blood-red fury as he seethed at her, and a shiver shot through her body. She loosened the coil of the whip and lowered her eyes pointedly to inspect the damage. Rings of burnt flesh wrapped themselves twice or thrice around him, and even the Little Alucard seemed to throb with fury at her.
"Spare me your bluffs, Master." Alucard snarled, his mind snapping into a stern set of military analyzation. "You cannot weaken me, and expect to keep a solid offense against the FREAKs and ghouls that arise weekly to wreak their havoc on England. You will not take that kind of risk." Evade. He knew his Master well enough. She would never keep personal vendettas that would impose on her bloodborn duty to the welfare of the Queen and England. She would never do -anything- that would impose on her duty, period.
"I would beg to differ, Alucard." Her mind clicked into a calculating set as well. "Ever since we enlisted the Wild Geese into our command, the fight has steadily become easier. We seem to have hit a dry spell since our attack on the abandoned Millenium laboratory last week; your absence will not be sorely missed." She could not help but smile at the glower that set into Alucard's stare, and at the way his lower lip almost protruded as if to pout. "And," she raised a finger to emphasize her next point, "Seras Victoria grows stronger every day with her self-imposed training regimen. She has steadily taken control over her dark talents, and soon she will be able to handle herself on the field efficiently and independently." Check again.
Alucard grunted. "The Police Girl is weak. She does not drink her blood, and so her advancement drains her worse than before. And her stubborn notion of humanity limits her, forever creating hesitancy in battle. As for the Wild Geese, they barely pass the bar for efficiency." Alucard's face had settled into a stony dead stare, and his swimming red eyes were fixed on Integra with fierce determination. "Never have I seen such an erratic collection of men. I'm honestly surprised they haven't gotten themselves killed yet! And the captain himself especially. Pip Bernadette is too easily distracted by Seras's...physicality. He is a danger to every operation." Evade.
Integra offered a dry smile to Alucard. It amused her that he considered Pip's disposition to women as a point of counterargument. However, she could not deny that it was true. They both had made strong points. But hers would be the final say.
Without warning or indication, Integra gathered her will and swiftly swooped her head down to his length. Her tongue pushed past her lips and ran across the throbbing tip, eliciting a sharp jolt from his body, a ragged moan following soon after. His lids had slammed shut, and he presently was counting the white spots that glared before his eyes. Another slower pass of the tongue left Alucard literally trembling with want, and she swore she heard a small whimper, but she could not discern it was not from her own mouth. "M-Master! Please..." His voice was raw with passion and pleading impatience. "Please..." The sound drove her mad.
"Please what, Alucard?" Her own voice had deepened and taken a husky tone. She felt her lips shivering with anticipation. She was drunk on the power, and she wanted to hear it again. Alucard throbbed again before her.
"Please...don't stop."
"You will agree not to overstep?" It was not a question. She licked her lips, hovering her mouth over him. She could feel the stir of his blood under her skin, her fingers resting at his hips. The hot breath of her voice caused a spike in his pulse.
"I...will not overstep..." His lips were parted slightly, and his eyebrows were fixed together. His eyes pleaded.
Goodness, was there a blush against his cheeks?
Integra dragged her wet tongue against his tip again, and he shuddered almost violently, his moan lingering in the heated air. She could see that his hands had pierced through the dark tiles and dug his fingers firmly into the marble floor. There was a most definite blush. "I have your word?"
"Yes! Yes, you torturous wench. I give my word! Now follow through with yours!" His voice took an irritated edge to it, and he had managed to close the space and press himself against her mouth. Integra gasped as he pushed through, and she lapped at the dampening tip, shuddering with the convulsions that ripped through the pale form before her. She deepened her kiss, taking the full tip in, and he threw his head back in sheer ecstacy. "Gods, yes!" She heard the crumbling of the marble tiles in Alucard's grip.
Checkmate.
Integra forced him to lay still, pressing his hips to the floor. The images, the sounds, he had overwhelmed her senses and reverted her to a shivering mass of platinum blond hair. She could feel her nipples stiff against her support bra, and her panties were far damper than she would have liked. She had delighted in Alucard's torment at a level she hadn't anticipated, and it unnerved her. But, there is no space for hesitation. And with that last thought, she steeled herself again and took inch after inch of his heated length unrelentingly into her mouth until she could take no more of him without gagging. Alucard, however, was as close to heaven as was (in)humanly possible for him, and a shuddering roar of desire confirmed this. He bucked suddenly into her mouth, and tears immediately sprung to her eyes. She viciously clawed her nails into his undead skin and forced his hips down again.
Alucard purred softly with the tingle of pain that licked at his sides. He didn't mind the 'love bite' at all; his mind was swimming with sensation. She was so warm, so wet around him. She utterly enveloped his senses. The heat, the tightness of her firm mouth, was indescribable. Her mouth. Alucard tilted his head slightly, and his eyes met with the most delicious image he would ever know: Integra with her mouth pressed against his pelvis, only about an inch of his erection still visible, a blush and gentle sheen of sweat glittering on her skin. His blazing lust churned inside him. He could have died...again.
He was nearly shoved into his own grave by the next sight of Integra. Not only the sight, but the sound, and the feel of her as well. She slowly dragged her mouth up his length, her tongue lazily trailing the underside, before plummeting and swallowing him again. Her shining hair swayed beside her face and tickled his exposed stomach, and the scorching heat surrounded his thoughts again. A low, trembling groan was drawn from his lips, and a new heat engulfed him when Integra's moan touched his ears. A gush of warmth had spread from her center, and a shiver cut through them both as she ran her hands over the hard, smooth muscles of his chest, grazing her nails across the pallid skin. Surely this was heaven.
Integra never felt hornier. Every throb inside her mouth sent waves of pleasure to crash against the fabric of her panties. The taste of him alone had stolen her sanity and nearly had destroyed her resolve. Had she not had a point to drive, and had she not had her sense of honor, morality, and duty to her country, she would have impaled herself on him immediately. An alarming fire was created within her that needed to be extinguished, but it was not her intention for that night. Besides, the Hellsing organization would not be the same without Alucard's insistent mischief.
After a few more painfully slow dips into her mouth, Alucard was on the verge of begging for release. It had been so long since his last experience with a woman that the intensity was nearly forgotten, and now the intensity was overwhelming. He writhed and wrenched, trying to accelerate into a mind-shattering climax, but Integra kept her stubborn pace. Her cold blue eyes had flickered open to watch Alucard's face, and it was the most erotic sight she would ever remember. His brows were fixed together, his eyelids shut, his lips parted with growls and lustful moans. Heat radiated from his face, and the candles pressed an eerie light onto his body. He looked almost human.
"Gods, Integra...please!" A higher toned whimper from his lips signaled to her that he was close, painfully close. She immediately withdrew her mouth, and his euphoria slightly deflated, dazed confusion apparent in his eyes.
"Alucard...this is what you wanted..." Integra's eyes were partly lidded with unshakeable lust. She had risen to her knees, still straddling his thighs, as she hooked her fingers on the elastic strap of her panties. Alucard's simmering crimson eyes locked immediately onto her stomach. She slowly peeled the fabric down, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of white-blond hair. She was trembling as she did this, half fearing that something would go wrong in the last step, half aching for something indeed to go wrong. Alucard's husky moan nearly made her knees buckle, and she pulled one leg out of her panties, the fabric crumpling against the floor. She indulgently slid her hands down her stomach and abdomen, dragging her nails through the light patch of hair, and a shaky sigh escaped her.
Alucard greedily thrust his hips up to make contact and growled at his own stubborn limbs, still caught in paralysis. Integra rested her hands on his chest, shifting her weight to push him down. "Patience. This should not be rushed..." He immediately calmed most of his body and watched her, his eyes devouring her flesh again and again. She carefully unwrapped the silver whip from his pelvis and laid the rope to the side, and she then tugged Alucard's trousers farther down his thighs. "Do not move while I do this..." Alucard gave a silent nod, his gaze boring into her as she studied him. She nodded as well. It was time.
Integra carefully positioned herself over Alucard's eager length. Leaning her weight on one hand against his chest, she takes him in hand and guides his tip to her entrance. The both shudder violently at the sensation of flesh against flesh. Alucard noted hungrily that she was dripping wet, and the thought of being engulfed in a heat stronger than her mouth nearly drove him to barrel into her right then. As much patience as he had learned to have in his centuries of unlife, it was never his strength in bed. Or on floor, in this case.
Instead of plunging onto him all at once, Integra only slid the tip of him into her, crying out with the sensation of such thickness. Alucard roared, the tightness of the opening alone nearly overwhelming. He had never felt a woman so snug around him, and he began panting with unneeded breath, growling and moaning for more. Suddenly, Integra gripped her whip and lashed it. Alucard's eyes followed the tip that struck the mantletop of the fireplace. The magnum pistol fell with a clatter to the marble floor. Another lash, and the pistol swiftly slid to a stop at her left side. Within a blink of Alucard's eye, the gun was drawn and pointed to his head. She raised herself on her knees again, pulling off from his length.
"April's Fool."
Alucard's claret eyes grew wide as Integra cocked the hammer and pulled the trigger, releasing the last silver bullet in the chamber into his stomach.
Well!! I bet you weren't expecting that! ::ducks from various things flying at her head:: Looks like Integra got the last laugh. Mweheheh! Was it worth the wait? Make sure to review! And thanks again for all the support!
Alucard: You're evil...
Integra: You're good...
Ahh, thank you. Thank you. ::takes a bow::
Til next time!
-Torahiko-