DISCLAIMER: Still don't own Hellsing. Damnit. In this chapter I also borrow from a sultry scene in the great Bram Stoker's Dracula. Oh, and just so you know, having sex in a coffin was all Master of the Boot's idea (as you can read in his story, The Big Hellsing: The Forks Affair.) He seems to be always thinking about strange places to have sex. If you happen to be looking for such a place, I suggest you ask him for ideas.

Chapter 2

In a Coffin

Golden light flickers hotly throughout the room, casting throbbing shadows. Alucard stands across the way. He's perfectly still and staring down into his open coffin. Seras Victoria verifies that he's quite alone and slowly approaches. When she's close enough to see over the top of the coffin, she's shocked to make out the figure of the dark-haired woman who was with Alucard earlier. She's in his precious coffin, lying unconscious in a pool of crimson. Seras gasps lightly. Alucard doesn't flinch.

Closer still, Seras sees that the rich redness surrounding the woman is not, in fact, blood. She's lying on a bed of rose petals. Her chest rises and falls rhythmically with her breathing. She's not dead.

Seras reaches Alucard and asks, "Is she changing?"

"Don't be ridiculous. She wasn't a virgin," he answers in an emotionless monotone. He keeps his eyes fixed steadily on the woman.

Seras breaths out a silent sigh of relief. She studies the woman's healthy, slightly flushed complexion. "Well, she's certainly not a ghoul……she's still human, then?" she asks.

"Yes," Alucard answers. The question seems to have knocked him out of his trance, and he reaches for the lid of the coffin.

"Master," Seras says cautiously, with the slightest note of warning in her voice. "If she's still human, she has free will. You can't keep her here if she wants to leave."

Alucard jerks his head toward Seras and glares at her. "Why would she want to leave?" he booms through clenched teeth.

"I…uh…I'm n-not saying she wants to leave…it's just that…" Seras stutters. "D-don't you need permission from Sir Integra for this kind of thing?"

"This is not your concern," Alucard snaps. "I'll worry about my master."

"So you are worried, then," Seras unwisely comments.

Alucard turns a poisonous countenance on his deputy vampire, striking her speechless. She purses her mouth closed and twists her fingers in front of her lips as if turning a key in a lock and then tosses away the phantom key.

Alucard secures the lid on the coffin and says, "Come. We've kept them waiting long enough."

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I open my eyes to pitch blackness. I see nothing. Am I dead? I replay my last wakeful moments and consider that he must have decided to dispose of the evidence of what he sees as a failure.

Well, that rather sucks. Thoughtful of him to put me to sleep before he killed me, though.

I open my hands and touch myself. I appear to still have a human body. I slide my hands slowly upwards to see if anything has changed. Same tight thighs; same soft, flat tummy; same full, round D-cups. Even my hair seems to be in the same darling new style I got just before coming to see Alucard. I wonder if I'm going to get to keep all this.

I'm jolted from my vain reverie by a dull, scraping sound just above my head. A soft, warm, pulsating glow floods in above me. Is this the light I've heard so much about? I begin to lift myself up onto my elbows to go to the light, but I slam flat down onto my back again when Alucard's vicious face suddenly appears above me. His long, gloved fingers grip the edge of what I now realize is his coffin, and he's glaring down at me.

So, I'm not dead – yet.

Alucard's red eyes have never burned so hotly, and his features have never seemed more long and pointed. His tangles of ebony hair subtly blow around his horribly majestic visage as a waft of air moves through the room. Everything else about him holds perfectly still as he stares ominously down at me. I become aware of a low, base rumbling drifting all around us.

"Is that…is that Barry White?" I ask.

"Yes," Alucard answers in a rather dramatic fashion. Then he announces, "I'm going to seduce you."

Oh.

Well, let's see – I'm already lying naked in his coffin, and I've already told him in no uncertain terms that I'm his to do with as he pleases. And that's all not to mention that he's already thoroughly had me. I'd say we're way past any need for seduction, but okay; I'll see what he's got.

He holds up one hand with the patterned side of his white glove facing me. He brings his other hand up and plucks each fingertip, pulling the glove off. I've never seen Alucard's bare hand before. It is as pale and creamy as the rest of his flesh, and his fingers seem even longer when not cloaked by the white fabric of his glove. He continues kneeling at the side of the coffin and reaches in, touching his cold fingertips to my hip bone. He drags his fingers lightly over the lower muscle of my stomach and dips lower.

'Here we go,' I think and poise myself to feign enjoyment of a clumsy fingerfuck, like I've done a hundred times since I was a teenager. I notice immediately that Alucard's touch is different. His fingers are like feathers as they brush at my genitalia, and he isn't overeager to plunge into me. He stays outside, tickling and gently undulating across my tender, pink flesh. I intake a sharp gasp when he finds it - Augh! - that spot on my clit, that special, magical spot that even I have trouble locating sometimes. He's tapping teasingly at it. He's driving me insane.

I hitch my leg up around the side of his coffin. Without any direction from my brain, my body is trying to creep closer to him. 'Take the plunge, Alucard. Take the plunge!' I'm screaming inside my head. But externally, I can only whimper, "Ah, ah, ugh!"

He finally takes the plunge, and I do believe he's got at least two phalanges in there. They are swirling and spreading and doing everything right. Everything. Meanwhile, the tip of his thumb stays outside, doing its exquisite dance. I am lifting my hips ever higher and moaning or yelping or I'm not sure what you'd call it.

How does he know how to do all of this? I mean, only hours ago he was moping like a schoolboy after his first wet dream, and now he's a fricking porn star?

He slides his fingers out of me and rests his now motionless hand on my abdomen. I'm half way out of the coffin and breathing so furiously that my chest hurts with every gasp.

"Alucard…how?" I manage to huff out in wonder.

He spreads his wide mouth wider in a self satisfied grin and explains, "I looked up some stuff on the internet."

"Really…" I say with great interest. I grip the edge of the coffin and use my hooked leg as leverage to launch myself at him and grasp onto the perpetual cravat at his throat. "Well, why don't you get in here and show me what else you've learned," I growl.

I lean slowly back into the coffin and Alucard follows, crawling on top of me with the dexterity of a spider climbing onto a succulent fly trapped in its web. We proceed to make out like two hormone enraged teenagers. There must be some fairly explicit instructional videos of human-vampire kissing on You Tube, because I feel nary a fresh scrape or cut inside my mouth. All I feel is Alucard's magnificent tongue thrashing against mine and his hands frantically trying to grope every inch of my flesh at once.

The only pain I feel as we knock back and forth against the coffin walls is my skin being rubbed raw by all the buttons and clasps on his damned Victorian-era clothing. I begin tugging off his cloak, but he breaks free of the vice-like grip of my legs around his waist and rises up onto his knees.

"Wait," he says and pulls off his coat. He folds it up into a pillow-sized rectangle and tells me, "They say that propping up your hips will add to your, um, enjoyment."

"Okay," I respond. Internet hasn't led him wrong yet.

He tucks the coat under my hips and then straightens up again. We watch each other hungrily as he peels off his layers. I can hardly breathe by the time he's free of his last encumbrance and climbs back over me. He holds his head inches above mine and opens his mouth, reaching his long tongue out to me. I stretch my tongue out to meet his and the tips dance delicately together, outside our mouths. After a few tantalizing moments of kissing this way, his mouth closes over mine, and we kiss for real. I close my eyes and move my hands to the top of his shoulders to hold him here. I want to hold him here forever. I love him.

He pushes himself into me and my world becomes a swirling abyss. My hips move with him and against him. There's no searching for a rhythm; it's just there, automatically there.

He pulls his mouth from mine and whispers, "Is this good?"

"Oh, yes," I breath out.

"The elevated hips – is that helping?" he asks.

"Alucard," I complain in a gasp. "Stop thinking and just fuck me."

He seems to like this suggestion and reaches an entire arm around my back to jerk my hips higher while he arches his back. The violent movement causes my clawed grip on his shoulders to slip down his chest, and I scratch him. I look up to see a small line of red through the hair just above his nipple. The warrior knows immediately that he's been injured and looks down at the scrape.

He turns his gaze to me and his eyes are like blazing coals. He slowly reaches a hand behind the back of my head and pulls my face to his chest. He smashes me against him so that I can hardly breathe. I taste his salty blood as it drips into my mouth. He wants me to drink him.

I need to breathe. I try to suck in air through my mouth, but instead I'm sucking in more of his blood. Somehow it seems to give me oxygen, give me life. I attach my mouth to him like a baby attaches itself to its mother and begin to suck willingly. My tongue massages the skin around his cut and his blood flows into me. I feel strange. The flavor changes. The saltiness dissipates, and it's as if I'm drinking the finest of wines, a thick Bordeaux that slides over my tongue with its bold fruits. I don't want to stop drinking.

Alucard has ceased his pumping. He presses his hips firmly against mine, grinding himself into me. As I pull blood by drops from his body into mine, he pushes more deeply into me and groans, low and steady.

He tightens his grip around me and in one swift motion, pulls me up. He is now sitting back on his legs and I am sitting on top of him. He pulls back on my hair, detaching me from his chest. The release allows me to throw my head back and emit a gasp of pleasure at the new angle he is striking inside me. He is driving straight up, and I swear, he is poking organs. I slam eagerly up and down on him, wanting more and more and more. My hands fly to hold onto the edges of his coffin for support as he bangs powerfully into me from below. I cry out every time our flesh crashes together. Waves are starting to cascade through me, and I know that I am close. Our movement grows in rapidity, and Alucard lets out a snarl.

No. No! I'm so close. If he switches up now, I will lose it. "Don't change!" I cry out. I tilt my head forward and see that he's sprouted an extra eyeball on his forehead, but his sharp teeth are gritted in his struggle to maintain human form. An agonized snarl rips through his throat.

My walls tremble. I'm so close. I throw an arm around Alucard's neck as if my grip will be enough to keep him from transforming. I smack the flat palm of my other hand on his chest and shout unreasonably, "Stay a man! Stay a man!"

With a great howl from Alucard, we fly upwards. I howl too as Alucard drives further into me. He's still a man, and he's standing fully erect in the middle of his coffin. My arms and legs are wrapped desperately around him. We're both throwing back our heads and howling into the cavernous lair as he spews himself into me and I explode all around him.

When the howling ends, I begin laughing a rather maniacal laugh. Every living cell in my body is exhilarated. I run my hands across his shoulders and onto his chest and feel that he is still as cool as a cucumber, whereas I am sweating buckets. Alucard lifts me higher and nuzzles my chest with his face, licking and kissing my sweat.

I rake my fingers through his uncontrollable locks. He looks up at me and spreads his red lips over his pointed teeth in a wide smile. He doesn't ask me if I came. He doesn't need to. He knows.

I move my hands to gently stroke the sides of his beautiful face and say, "King Alucard. Master of everything."

He slides me down so that our mouths come together in a passionate kiss. It's not frantic like before. It's slow and penetrating, and it consumes me so much that I don't notice that Alucard has lowered us down into his coffin until I lift my face from his to find that I'm lying on top of him.

I slide my body to the side but keep looking at him. Is it just the dim lighting, or do his long, angular features have a softness about hem? Even his typically razor-sharp eyes seem calm, almost gentle. I'm searching, but I don't see any hint of fierceness about him. This is an expression that I'd be surprised to learn that anyone else has ever seen on the great Alucard. He looks……happy?

I rub the tip of my nose on his and begin to pepper his face with baby kisses. I love this face that is only for me. I lay one final, tender kiss on his lips and tell him, "I think next time I might be up for that floaty thing again."

Alucard belts out an unexpected chuckle. He encompasses the entire side of my head in one elegant hand and says affectionately, "My insatiable lover."

Lover. It appears I've been upgraded from whore. I bury my ecstatic head in the fur on his chest and pepper a few more kisses there.

He's pulled up a piece of my straight, silky hair and is twisting it in his fingers. "You know," he murmurs in his deep voice. "You are still human and are not bound to me by anything that has been said or done here. You are free to leave me as you wish and to live out your human life with whomever you choose."

"Alucard," I murmur, raking his course hair in a pattern across his chest. "You are all I've wanted for a very long time. Why would I ever choose anything else?"

He stays silent.

Wait a minute.

"Wait a minute!" I say and lift up on my elbow to look him directly in the eye. "Do you want me to go?" I ask accusingly.

A low laugh rumbles out from deep in his throat. "Don't be ridiculous," he says. He drops my lock of hair to brush the back of his fingertips along my cheek bone. I watch some of his inherent fierceness creep back into his eyes. "It's perfectly true that you have the right to do as you wish. If, however, I sense that you are going to stray, I'd then have the right to conjure a set of manacles and chains to keep you here, where I can see you. And I'd have the right to hunt down whatever fool you planned to leave me for and teach him in an intolerably painful, excruciating way that I have no intention of giving you up. Ever."

I fling my head back down on his chest to hide the fear that must be raging in my eyes. The room suddenly feels darker. Too dark.

What have I done?

Surely he's only joking. I saw the tender way he looked at me only moments ago. He cares for me. I'm not just an object to him.

But I know Alucard and the way he views the world well enough to know that there's a better than fifty percent chance that he's not joking. After all, he did unscrupulously hypnotize me and lock me in his coffin all afternoon, didn't he?

Oh, what does it matter? I'm not ever going to leave him, anyway. I love him. He's the only thing I'll ever want, so he'll never have reason to chain me up or hunt down anyone I care about.

Although…he said if he senses anything. Alucard can't always be counted on to wait around for hard evidence.

Oh, God! What have I done?

I'm distractedly dancing my fingers around in his thick, wiry chest hair. He stays silent and lightly touches the back of my hand, tracing over the thick veins that run there. For some reason, I start imagining the tiny, green army men that I used to play with as a child. I see them crawling through the thicket on Alucard's chest, ambushing each other and doing battle.

My fingers travel to the spot where I scratched him earlier. It's already healed, but as I run my finger back and forth over that spot, I taste his blood. The rich fruits of his delectable blood. I swallow the saliva that suddenly pools in my mouth. I'm thinking more intensely about his blood. I want to drink him. It's all I can think about. I'm craving him.

He reaches down to feel where my fingers have fixated. He lifts his hand away and I follow it with my eyes. He sets two fingertips on his jagged teeth and punctures them. I'm riveted to the thick, red globules that ooze out as he pulls his fingers from his mouth. I turn my face straight up into the air like a baby bird, and Alucard brings his fingertips to my lips. I'm struggling within myself. This blood is forbidden. I know I shouldn't drink it. In the height of our passion I drank from him, but now we are past that. I'm thinking coherently; surely now I can resist this indecent craving.

He lowers his fingers to my mouth and I press my lips tightly together, keeping him out. A few warm drops drip onto me. They roll to the crease between my lips and rest on the precipice, waiting for my decision. Do I drink him, or do I keep the monster out? I inhale through my nose and I smell his blood, every corpuscle. It calls to me, sings to me, reaches for me, and I realize that I've already let him in. It's too late.

By coming here and offering myself to him, I've already let him in.

I part my lips ever so slightly and cautiously reach the tip of my tongue to lick the drops. He glides his bloody fingers gingerly across the width of my mouth and my tongue follows wherever he goes. I begin kissing at the tips of his fingers and now I'm sucking them into my mouth. Alucard sighs. I have offered myself to him, and he has taken me, and I am done for. I suck him in deeper with my tongue pulsating around him. This is the hand that was in me before. I taste myself on him. My flavors blend with his in a rich cocktail that spreads through me and washes away my earlier trepidation. I let my mind rest. There are no decisions to make. We are already bonded, irrevocably bonded.

His long, slender fingers are in my mouth up to the second knuckle, but I want more. I relax the muscles at the back of my throat and take him in deeper. Alucard groans. I curl my leg up onto him and bump into his enormous erection. My hand instinctively reaches down to grasp onto it and begin pumping. Alucard slowly slides his fingers from my mouth, and I climb on top of him.

My arms are planted on either side of his shoulders and my legs straddle his hips so that my labia lie wet and open on his pelvis. I press and pulse against him while his erection rubs against my rounded backside. The subtle movement stimulates and excites my tender flesh, and even tickles my erect nipples as they slide back and forth over the rug on Alucard's chest. I let out a spontaneous squeak of pleasure. Alucard touches the tips of his sharp teeth together and the corners of his mouth curl up. His red eyes dance mischievously.

I have no idea where this thing with me and Alucard is going. The only thing I know for certain is that my dangerous lover and I are about to go for round three.

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THE END

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