~I do not own Hellsing nor have ever claimed to~
Author's comment: I just want to thank everyone for all your encouragement.
This has been such a great experience. Perhaps I shall be inspired to
write more.
On wings unseen they travel through night skies already paling with the hints of dawn. Drowsy and content in the arms of her servant, the Lady Hellsing rests, despite the growing anticipation churning deep within her. She couldn't help her nerves, the fear of forces unknown can overtake even the sturdiest soul and she was looking down the barrel of eternity upon the points of two ivory canines. It was enough to give anyone the jitters.
Just as she is about to totally surrender to the arms of Morpheus and thus become lost to the land of dreams they touch down. The room is pitch black and chill, but within the blink of a master vampires eye lit with a sea of candles, and the fireplace holds a blaze rival to that of the Beltane fires. Integral looks around in awe at the sheer splendor of the room. Inexorably her eyes are drawn to the massive four poster bed, the dominating furnishing.
"This place, it's so luxurious, so beautiful." She breaths aloud "Where are we?" she continues to stare in wide eyed fascination, realizing as she examines the confines of the room, that there are no window or doors, only smoothly polished walls of some very finely worked granite.
Alucard cannot suppress the smile of pride as he watches his master take it all in. "This is my private sanctuary, sealed deep within the walls of Hellsing Manor, no one other then you has ever seen inside. Welcome Home My Lady Hellsing." He says with a bow and flourish of his hands, a very dramatic gesture marked by his glittering grin.
From the dimmest corner, soft strains of music begin; the low sultry tones fill the room with haunting seductive notes. It is the soundtrack of the damned, so beguiling. Holding his arms out to her, the red cloaked demon leads his frozen flower in a graceful dance. She can sense the deterioration of his restraint, as they flow together in unison. A perfectly matched pair.
He leans close to her ear, his voice a growl. "I cannot restrain myself much longer, my beloved. Are you ready?" She can feel the heat rolling off him in waves, making her light headed. His power flows around her, an unchecked flux of raw energy. They lock eyes, red on blue and she nods her ascent. Soon they would rebuild Hellsing together, more powerful then her ancestors could ever have imagined, but at what price? She shrugs the last thought off as Alucard spins her across the floor towards the monstrous bed at the center of the room.
His hands strong enough to crush her, work with dainty precision as he unbuttons the top of her night dress, easing it over the smooth white curve of her shoulders, to pool in silken folds at her feet. She stands exposed before him; innocent of clothing as the day she was born. Her milky skin glowing with vibrant life in the honey candlelight.
"Ah Integral." He breathes her name like a whispered prayer, his eyes drinking in the visage before him. He lowers her to the down filled mattress, his hands moving over her body, like a sculptor redefining his art. He moans softly his fangs glistening exposed against his parted lips. Eager yet wanting the moment to last, he nuzzles the hollow of her tender throat, making her gasp at the contact, her body tingling, goose bumps shivering over her naked flesh.
He continues to stroke her like a blind man reading the Braille of her gooseflesh. His touch enflames her and she arcs to meet his touch, writhing uncontrollably upon the velvet comforter. "This will pain you my sweet, but such a pain will reveal pleasure you have never experienced before, this I promise you." He whispers into her mind, his words lulling her.
Joining her upon the coverlet, he pulls her into his lap, crushing her against him. His passions no longer controlled, his fangs flashing; he presses his face into the hollow of her throat. Then with wild abandon his fangs find their mark and he sinks them deep into her jugular, a spray of hot crimson splashing the back of his throat, an ecstatic moan escapes from deep within him and he feeds.
She can feel his razor kisses penetrate the fragile mortal skin, and the pain is excruciating. Yet just as he screams of agony threaten to spill from her lips, a strange languor falls over her and on its heels an intense pleasure so intoxicating she almost loses consciousness. Her scream becomes a long drawn out sigh of delirious delight.
Flesh to flesh, bodies entwined like serpents, pale and shimmering in the golden light of the bloated tongues of candles. Rivulets of blood spill from Integrals wounds, ribbons of ruby coating them like veins of stained marble. Pain and pleasure are one, and the dark vampire lord brings his former master to the brink of death. The beat of her heart hanging by a thread, faint, even to his supernatural hearing.
His mind blurry from such a gluttonous feasting, eyes glazed with delight, with great effort he withdraws from his tender victim. Her breathing light her pallor naturally pallid now matches the shade of freshly fallen snow. So lovely and fragile she lay at the edge of oblivion.
"Into the abyss my love." He murmurs opening the vein in his own neck, and pressing her face to its coppery warmth. "Taste of me, sweet goddess. Taste of me and become one with the night." He coaxes her as she awkwardly begins to drink of his pumping fount.
They stay locked in that mystical embrace for many a long moment, their movements as one. Their sounds of passion intermingled, indistinguishable from one another. The room is bathed in the aura of Alucard's power, a fiery glow.
Slowly they draw apart, and Integral looks upon her servant, her master, and her monster, with new eyes that gleam like freshly minted copper. His eyes alight with joy and he strokes her cheek. "Let us rest my alabaster angel, for dawn is upon us. Tonight, together we shall rediscover the world."
On wings unseen they travel through night skies already paling with the hints of dawn. Drowsy and content in the arms of her servant, the Lady Hellsing rests, despite the growing anticipation churning deep within her. She couldn't help her nerves, the fear of forces unknown can overtake even the sturdiest soul and she was looking down the barrel of eternity upon the points of two ivory canines. It was enough to give anyone the jitters.
Just as she is about to totally surrender to the arms of Morpheus and thus become lost to the land of dreams they touch down. The room is pitch black and chill, but within the blink of a master vampires eye lit with a sea of candles, and the fireplace holds a blaze rival to that of the Beltane fires. Integral looks around in awe at the sheer splendor of the room. Inexorably her eyes are drawn to the massive four poster bed, the dominating furnishing.
"This place, it's so luxurious, so beautiful." She breaths aloud "Where are we?" she continues to stare in wide eyed fascination, realizing as she examines the confines of the room, that there are no window or doors, only smoothly polished walls of some very finely worked granite.
Alucard cannot suppress the smile of pride as he watches his master take it all in. "This is my private sanctuary, sealed deep within the walls of Hellsing Manor, no one other then you has ever seen inside. Welcome Home My Lady Hellsing." He says with a bow and flourish of his hands, a very dramatic gesture marked by his glittering grin.
From the dimmest corner, soft strains of music begin; the low sultry tones fill the room with haunting seductive notes. It is the soundtrack of the damned, so beguiling. Holding his arms out to her, the red cloaked demon leads his frozen flower in a graceful dance. She can sense the deterioration of his restraint, as they flow together in unison. A perfectly matched pair.
He leans close to her ear, his voice a growl. "I cannot restrain myself much longer, my beloved. Are you ready?" She can feel the heat rolling off him in waves, making her light headed. His power flows around her, an unchecked flux of raw energy. They lock eyes, red on blue and she nods her ascent. Soon they would rebuild Hellsing together, more powerful then her ancestors could ever have imagined, but at what price? She shrugs the last thought off as Alucard spins her across the floor towards the monstrous bed at the center of the room.
His hands strong enough to crush her, work with dainty precision as he unbuttons the top of her night dress, easing it over the smooth white curve of her shoulders, to pool in silken folds at her feet. She stands exposed before him; innocent of clothing as the day she was born. Her milky skin glowing with vibrant life in the honey candlelight.
"Ah Integral." He breathes her name like a whispered prayer, his eyes drinking in the visage before him. He lowers her to the down filled mattress, his hands moving over her body, like a sculptor redefining his art. He moans softly his fangs glistening exposed against his parted lips. Eager yet wanting the moment to last, he nuzzles the hollow of her tender throat, making her gasp at the contact, her body tingling, goose bumps shivering over her naked flesh.
He continues to stroke her like a blind man reading the Braille of her gooseflesh. His touch enflames her and she arcs to meet his touch, writhing uncontrollably upon the velvet comforter. "This will pain you my sweet, but such a pain will reveal pleasure you have never experienced before, this I promise you." He whispers into her mind, his words lulling her.
Joining her upon the coverlet, he pulls her into his lap, crushing her against him. His passions no longer controlled, his fangs flashing; he presses his face into the hollow of her throat. Then with wild abandon his fangs find their mark and he sinks them deep into her jugular, a spray of hot crimson splashing the back of his throat, an ecstatic moan escapes from deep within him and he feeds.
She can feel his razor kisses penetrate the fragile mortal skin, and the pain is excruciating. Yet just as he screams of agony threaten to spill from her lips, a strange languor falls over her and on its heels an intense pleasure so intoxicating she almost loses consciousness. Her scream becomes a long drawn out sigh of delirious delight.
Flesh to flesh, bodies entwined like serpents, pale and shimmering in the golden light of the bloated tongues of candles. Rivulets of blood spill from Integrals wounds, ribbons of ruby coating them like veins of stained marble. Pain and pleasure are one, and the dark vampire lord brings his former master to the brink of death. The beat of her heart hanging by a thread, faint, even to his supernatural hearing.
His mind blurry from such a gluttonous feasting, eyes glazed with delight, with great effort he withdraws from his tender victim. Her breathing light her pallor naturally pallid now matches the shade of freshly fallen snow. So lovely and fragile she lay at the edge of oblivion.
"Into the abyss my love." He murmurs opening the vein in his own neck, and pressing her face to its coppery warmth. "Taste of me, sweet goddess. Taste of me and become one with the night." He coaxes her as she awkwardly begins to drink of his pumping fount.
They stay locked in that mystical embrace for many a long moment, their movements as one. Their sounds of passion intermingled, indistinguishable from one another. The room is bathed in the aura of Alucard's power, a fiery glow.
Slowly they draw apart, and Integral looks upon her servant, her master, and her monster, with new eyes that gleam like freshly minted copper. His eyes alight with joy and he strokes her cheek. "Let us rest my alabaster angel, for dawn is upon us. Tonight, together we shall rediscover the world."