Possession

Chapter Two

Sera's thrashed as the Werewolf brought her to a room, and typing in some letters into a key board it swung open. Dropping her onto her feet he locked the door behind them, eyes intent on her as she moved across the small room away from him "you lied to me!" she yelled outraged. She wasn't so sure why she felt so betrayed, he was the enemy. "I didn't lie, I just don't feel like letting you leave just yet" frantically she quickly searched the room for a weapon, groaning in despair as the only things in the barren room was a small, three seater leather couch and a panel cupboard with a strip of a body sized mirror. Thinking that a broken piece of mirror could at least serve as a cutting tool she quickly moved towards it. But she froze as she came face-to-face with her own reflection, her uniform was torn and her normally pale skin dirty with blood and dust. She stared at her eyes, they were wide and terror stricken she knew not to look at her hair because it would break her heart to see the blood mattered in the golden locks. She froze as she saw her neck, a gasp of surprise leaving her soft mouth as she discovered how much the bite hurt. He had made a perfect imprint of his teeth in the right side of her neck. The wound was still weeping blood, so the circle of his teeth marks were filled with crimson. The soft flesh of her skin was bruising, dark colours swirling to the surface of her skin.

"Wounds made of this bonding nature heal slower than most. Not as slow as silver to one of my kind, but it'll be obvious for some time before fading slightly" a hot presence from behind her made Seras spin, and she crashed into the mirror making it break as Han's pushed her against it roughly. Hand's ripped off everything but her panties, and his hands gripped her shoulder's as she fought against him. He snarled at her, his teeth flashing a white alarm as the red started to bleed back into his once calm eyes. Shredding off his own clothes he suddenly pushed her more into the broken mirror, lips hastily on hers she tried to bit him. If she could just sink her fangs through his lip she'd be able to get away long enough to escape.

But he was already nudging her forward; his claw's a silent warning of violence against her. She stumbled with the movement, ending up on her knees in front of the leather couch. It was the rawest, most primitive way to possess her, but Han's beast growled in pure delight at the site of her on her knees and the calmer side of him agreed silently. Han's pressed his hand to her shoulder, a growl of warning vibrating through his body. Understanding the silent demand she bent enough so her forehead touched the padding of the leather seat. It was a starkly submissive position, even someone as inexperienced as she knew that this was not the position to be in around someone she didn't trust, someone who could very well rip things inside her she wasn't sure even Vampire's could heal. She turned her head to him protesting as she went, but they died on her lips as she saw his eyes hooded as he stroked a hand down the curve of her back. An intuitive terror in her empty gut, born of eons-old instant of both women and Vampires as they all screamed at her to escape this dangerously sensual male Werewolf. A slow blink, his eyes lingering over the sweep of her back before eyes met hers. He bared his teeth suddenly, seeing the will to flee in her eyes and reading the tension in her muscles he moved faster than she could, it was mere moments before he was holding her in place with a single hand on her hip. His hand closed about her thigh as he widened her stance, and paying no attention to her protests he responded by running a single finger across the seam of her pants, stroking right over the hottest, most hungry part of her as her protests died down while she grinded her teeth trying to reject the hot pleasure. She barely felt the tug of her pant's being pulled away, just aware of his finger tips exploring the new bare skin.

He reached around with the hand that wasn't holding her still to cup her breast, and all she could do was to suck in a few gasping breaths. Need twisted inside her, a clawing, dangerous thing. It didn't care that the man behind her was an enemy; all it concerned itself with was the immense pleasure of his hand and his erection pressing demandingly against her lower back. Stroking his hands down her body, he savoured the jagged rise and fall of her chest, the low moans in her throat as she reacted to his touch. She moved restless and his lips met hers, kissing her with slow, almost primitive intensity as he angled her head to reach him, his hand soothing her aching breasts that he'd aroused with slow, easy movements. The slightest of smiles at her low, hissing breaths as the hand on her breast slide down her body and over the sensitive plane of her stomach. She wiggled, her ass rubbing over the jutting hardness of his arousal, while his intensely contained passion lashed out and he held her still. Closing his teeth over her lip was a warning when she insisted to try and move against him she whimpered out of frustration at herself and the Werewolf.

Pressed tightly against the front of the couch she found after a moment she didn't want to move, didn't want to stop, and there was nothing worth thinking, just the feel of him. But as a loud explosion from the outside rocked the metal stronghold she went rigid. Turning her head to him she found she did have a voice of protest still in her and she gripped the hand that was playing over her stomach "Han's stop, please stop". Withdrawing her fingers from their restricting grip on his arm, he dropped his head to the curve of her neck, his erection nudging at her as his hands moved to spread thighs.

Han's licked the back of her neck, and she shuttered as he bit softly at the back of her neck. She was his, and would never be anyone else's, but still she struggled to get away and run to her Masters. He bit harder, just this side of drawing blood, and her body went still. It was as if he'd hit a switch she hadn't known she had. When he pressed himself inside her, he was slick, and she realised while she had been thinking he'd down something to allow the thick hardness of him to slide more easily. He made a mumbling sound of mingled restrain and pleasure, his hand tugging slightly into her hair. He pinned her more tightly, and the slide of him was cautious, one inch at a time. It wasn't that he was long so much as wide- wide enough that it was just this side of pain to have him work his way inside her.

He pushed until most of him was inside, then he began to draw himself out and then in again, still having to push himself to work his way inside her. Seras kneeled pinned to the cold leather of the couch, her claw's making ribbons of the leather and loud, pain filled mewling echoing through the small room. "It's too much!" she almost screamed, pleading with him. Han's pulled her closer, a hand moving to pinch her nipple and he spoke through the rush of pleasure in her head "you'll get used to it" . Agony and ecstasy wove through her and after a moment she wasn't so tight anymore, her own wetness making way for him to move smoothly in and out but the tight bundle of pain was still a knot in her stomach.

He was gentle, but he was so big that even gentle was almost overwhelming. His size was intimidating, but after a few more moments the pain died down and gave way to pleasure. The realisation of how much in control he was over his own beast, how much he had to be careful not to injure her dawned on her. He was truly afraid of hurting her, of damaging her because he was inside. He'd been less controlled before, when he had been dry humping her and rubbing himself against her, he hadn't had to worry about the damage he'd cause her if he was inside- now he did. Han's braced himself, one arm gripping the almost destroyed couch and the other pulling her hips to met his every thrust as he began to find a rhythm, still careful but quicker.

There was the familiar engulf of warmth as a mind moved into her's and her eyes flashed open as she felt the familiar pressure of her Master "he owns you now, didn't I say not to let him bite you?" . Han's trailed his hand down to play across her clit, flicking callused finger pad's over the nerves but he made no move to push the ancient Vampire out. "Master!..." she began, but grew side tracked by Han's hips and fingers. A low chuckle in her head, of something not human "he's your Master now, at least I don't have to worry about dragging you to hell with me. He's a predator masquerading as a house pet, careful around him Police Girl. Don't forget you serve my Hellsing Master now too, don't forget your loyalties" . Sera's grew worried at the fading of his mind in her's "Master, what's wrong?" . Suddenly a block wall was placed between her Master and his fledgling, and she turned angry eyes to Han's who had stopped moving against her long ago. "Let him come back! There's something wrong, he's hurt!" Han's growled, his hand's tightening around her possessively "he's dying, like he said if you were attached to him he'd take you to the grave with him!" . Sera's was silent; a blood tinged tear sliding down her face a she processed this information. Master cared enough not to make her follow him into the grave?

She didn't get long to grieve though because Han's thrust into her so hard and fast it tore scream after scream from her raw throat and brought her hunger for him back to the surface. He drove himself inside so hard it left her gasping for the air she didn't need, but she was still unable to catch her breath. Small, helpless noises fell from her lips. Each time he thrust as far as he could, smashing into her cervix, it rode that fine line between over whelming pleasure and pain, but just as pleasure began to turn to unbearable pain, he'd move a little to change the angle and the build up of pleasure would start all over again. The feel on his flesh pounding into hers, the thud of their bodies meeting and the mixed sounds of his growls and her whimpers made the sense of fullness inside her grow and tear ragged, frantic screams as her body thrashed. Thankfully he knew the different between this type of struggling and her ones of escape before because both his arm's wrapped around her and leaning over her he captured her lips in a hard, demanding claim before low moan's filled the air when he pulled back. It was only then did his control go down, his hips thrusting against her ass and his chest pressed tightly to her back as he exploded inside her; their scream's combining as they orgasmed together. When their high finished they slide to the floor, him still inside her, his arms hugging her to the front of his body.

Seras started crying. She knew Han's was afraid he'd hurt her by the faint whine that sounded in her ear but it wasn't that. She couldn't explain the tears to him, because she didn't think she could say it out loud yet, that Alucard was dead, so she just kept shaking her head at him as she tried to stop the flow of tears. He gently pulled out of her and gathering her small frame in his arm's and laid her down against the back of the chair while he curled around her on the edge of the seat, his back to the door as his hand's trailed soothing lines over her ribs as she sniffled. Seras clung to him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck while she cried into his chest. As a wave of solace overwhelmed her she knew then that she'd never find this much comfort with anyone else.