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Her breath caught, her gasp disturbed the stale air and the silence within the bedroom walls. The parting of her lips produced a wet click. Integra tipped her head, her eyes tracing the figure lying stretched on her bed, the sheet draped over his crotch the sole item hiding his alabaster flesh from her. A grin threatened to spread through her rose-painted mouth.
“Is this how you welcome your master?” she lifted an eyebrow at him, arms crossing on her chest.
“When I aim to please her, yes,” a smirk splitting his features.
“Walter would have you shot for this,” she drew the suit off her shoulders.
The monster’s gaze focused on the cross pinned to her cravat. The red cravat, the one that matched his. “Not if it meant staining the sheets,” he said.
Integra scoffed. “What are you supposed to be today, Servant?”
Ruby irises sought cerulean ones. “Whatever my master desires,” he said, raising to his elbows, stealing a glance at her belt. “Perhaps my master would like some relief,” his slow blink calculated. “If she so wishes, she can feast. Or,” his voice takes a hoarser tone, “she can command and have anything her heart desires.”
“I’m afraid your master has a good deal on her plate,” she said, pacing to the side of the bed, “and whatever urges she may have would have to be… Hasted.”
“An aperitif then?”
“Hm,” she sat beside him, trailed his face and chest with her gaze. She paused at the sheets covering his lap. Aware of what she'd find, her teeth trapped her bottom lip and she failed to contain the watering of her mouth.
Fabric rustled in a swift hiss. The monster savored his master’s features as she took in the sight of his revealed body.
Integra guided him by the neck, taking his mouth and welcoming his tongue, the beast reveled in her attention. She smirked at the sharp intake of breath when her hand cupped his hardening length.
She paused with a chuckle, breaking them apart and spotting the frown on her lover’s face. He wet his lips at the vision of her capturing the middle finger of her glove with her teeth to take it off. She pocketed it and returned her bare hand to his erection.
She was sixteen when her libido turned to the vampire. Her sexuality had never been a priority, it posed a danger and nuisance given the family line of work. Integral Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing was to remain a maiden until a proper marriage was arranged for her, or for as long as her father could keep her from it. Both aware of her duties, both dreading the prospect of them. Yet, one could only hide for so long from nature and curiosity. Curiosity hit her at fourteen, lust caught her at sixteen. How does one take a maiden’s attention away from the charming monster that saved her life and pledged himself to her? A perfect dark knight meant to fulfill her every whim.
Integra tasted her beast’s lips the first time at seventeen, a birthday indulgence to end her curiosity. But, when reality and fantasy met, and the young mistress found she understood the appeal of physicality, Arthur Hellsing had caught on to her growing proximity to the vampire.
Boarding school suited a knight’s daughter and it proved useful to keep maiden and monster as separated as one could be from a beast bound to them by blood.
Her digits wrapped around his prick, and the maiden pumped his length, tasting his panting in her mouth. Alucard brought her nearer, deepening the kiss. Consuming and being consumed, the heat spread through them as it had the first time, six years in the past.
She pulled back, capturing his chin, a smile dancing on her cerulean orbs. Her vampire didn’t move, eyes following her as she shifted on the mattress and straddled his lap. Holding his gaze, she lowered her body to his, pressing the extent of him against her clothed core. He moaned when she rolled her hips.
Devious digits dismissed her shirt buttons from their holes as the mere nuisance they presented. He cupped her breast, fingers slithering under the cup, he pinched her nipple to a peak. Growling, he fought the cup from her flesh, the fabric whining at his force. His wicked tongue snaked in.
Her ragged breathing filled the air, and Integra’s movements hastened. The black lace panties slipped through her folds, the piece having been picked with her return to the manor in mind. She hissed through her teeth, grinning at him as she undulated on his lap, his bared member rubbing against her opening, against her swollen clit.
Alucard purred at her chest, his elongated tongue laving the area. His teeth rasped her flesh, the tempting beating of her heart exposing the wreck they were doing to her control. He grinned.
Her back slammed on the mattress. The heiress faltered for a single beat before her legs wrapped around his hips, refusing to allow him to separate from her center. Her arms surrounded his broad shoulders, maintaining his forehead touching hers. His hips thrust at a maddening pace, making her roar on her chest, the desire to divest her body of her trousers and have his prick rubbing even harder against her clitoris a decadent temptation. The forbidden hunger to have him buried inside her earned her groans. Alucard cursed under his breath, flooded with the images her mind summoned.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me .
Just say the word, Master. She could hear his grin.
He pushed the sides of her shirt away and painted a vision on her mind: her monster pinched her nipples to delicious pain, his member thrusting between her breasts, her features contorted with pleasure.
“Lecherous creature!” she hissed, pushing at his shoulders.
Alucard muffled his laughter in her mouth. Forgive me, my Countess. A beast cannot resist its depravity.
“You’re not sorry,” she said, the vision echoing in her mind.
“No,” he smirked, taking her lips once more.
Her hand shot between them, the shifting of her body driving his touch to join hers. Fabric tore, it filled their ears and made the lovers smile. Alucard’s back slammed against the mattress, his wide eyes drowned in the vision of his young lover’s moving as she cast her torn panties aside.
The heat of her glistening labia touched his length, he grabbed tight at her sides, snarling. Integra swayed on his lap, head easing back as their motions spread sizzling heat through her veins. Her nails curled on his stomach, marring his flesh with rouge stripes where they passed, her plaid skirt maintaining their ruin hidden. His name was a hushed chant under her breath.
“Integra!”
Her breath was knocked out of her.
When her eyes shot open, her glasses were crooked and Alucard hissed, his body covering hers. The tension on his shoulders shifted as he faced the source of the noise.
Blood drained from the young knight's features as she followed the nosferatu’s gaze. Her father’s flushed features glared at her.
“My office,” he spat. “Immediately!”
His absence at her open door as powerful as his presence.
A beat. A gulp.
Integra leaped off the bed, fighting her skirt back in place. The fire on her cheeks didn’t last long, the slamming of her heart the sole witness of her agitation.
Her heeled shoes clacked on the floor, storming as they rushed her after her father. Her eyes darting down, Integra fought fabric and buttons and forced her shirt closed; concealing the flushed flesh of her chest, hiding the ghost of humidity of her skin where Alucard’s tongue had teased her nipples to pebbles. She ignored the ache between her thighs and the cold frustration of not having his hardened length rubbing at her core.
She sensed the wicked creature behind her, snickering as he stood at her bedroom doorway. His wicked grin revealed fangs, one of her pillows pressed to his front, as if anyone who had witnessed the two of them would expect him to have anything other than an erection beneath it.
She cast the vision of him aside, echoes of her father’s fury returning to the front of her mind. She entered his office, closing the door behind her while hardening her shoulders and her features.
“Father,” she spoke, voice controlled. She turned to him, his figure darkened by the sunlight behind him.
“I want you to seal Alucard away,” he held her gaze, studying the millimetric change in her features at his words.
Integra lowered her eyes, she produced her gloves from her trouser pocket.
“You have no use for him,” he continued.
Cerulean orbs shot to his. “Have you not used him to exterminate the freaks of London? Has Walter lied in his letters?”
“He is Hellsing’s ultimate weapon,” Arthur insisted, “there’s no real need for him on the field. We’re dealing with inexperienced fledglings.”
“Doesn’t he help?”
He glared at her. “You want him awake for your own purposes.”
“He belongs to me ,” she said. “ You had me become his master.”
“I didn’t expect you to become his whore !”
Integra scoffed, she picked a cigar from her chest pocket. “Alucard will stay where he is.”
“No,” said the man. “You’ll seal him away. This ends here, Integral. I’ll not have you deflowered by that monstrosity!” His pointer touched his desk.
A low rumble in the air, currant eyes opened in the shadows by the office door. “How pharisaic of you, Arthur,” the beast’s voice said. “The damned attacking the virtuous. Shall we reminisce on the fun you indulged in during the war?”
“A servant has no place intervening with the decision of his masters,” spat Arthur.
“ Master ,” his eyes widened as did his smile. The vampire kept his hands behind his back as he stepped near the pair, “you must understand I’m quite protective. I couldn’t remain silent in light of the accusations being made.” He regarded Arthur. “Especially given the attacker’s history.”
The lighter clicked, she blew a cloud of smoke into the air. “The nosferatu stays unsealed,” said the maiden.
A thunder, Arthur’s fist slammed on the desk. “Do not test my patience, either of you! If you don’t perform the ritual, we’ll seal him in the basement and lock you in your room! We’ll starve him powerless before you’re allowed near him!”
Integra captured the tobacco between her fingers, lowering it. She strode to his desk. “I have every intention of remaining a maiden, Father. I’m attuned to my duty as a Hellsing, even as I acknowledge that the ancestors you dread I’ll dishonor have remained unmoved in the light of your transgressions. It would seem the dead aren’t above capriciousness.”
The director suffused with blood, painting his countenance a furious ruby that matched the azure flames in his eyes.
“However,” voiced the heiress, placing her hands on the mahogany of the desk. “should you decide to listen to the treacherous whispers of those who blithely prey on your reputation and position instead of trusting me who am your blood,...” she exhaled, lifted her chin, a strand the color of daffodils fell to her cheek. “Nosferatu,” she summoned.
The undead stood tall. “Yes, my master.”
“Should my father follow through with his preposterous threat, these are to be your orders:” she said, “at the first prospect of escape presented to you, you are to return to my side. And when you do, Alucard, you’re granted permission to take ,” she focused on her father’s gaze. “Be it the blood in my veins or the maidenhood I’ve deprived you of, it’s to be your choice.”
A crack exploded in the air. Her cheek burned and throbbed, copper filled her mouth, and she found a wound on her bottom lip.
Steps approached her, uncaring for the heaving breath of the man across the table. Gloved digits captured Integra’s chin and lifted it, currant eyes studied the injured mouth and the mock bloody lipstick that tainted her flesh. “As my master desires…” The beast leaned in, his tongue tracing the garnet line on her lip, consuming blood and sealing the wound.
She drew back from her monster, taking in the heated features of her father. “My eyes are open to the serpent in my bed, Father. Are yours open to the den sitting as your comrades? My loyalties lie with you and with Hellsing, the demand I make in return is to be as trusted and respected as I’ve always been. I failed you not, do not fail me.” She retreated, captured the wasted cigar from the carpet, and flung it to the rubbish bin. “I’ll await your decision.” She held herself high, turning and heading to the door.
Alucard smirked at Arthur. “A man who has lain as many women as you did, Arthur, should know better than to underestimate them. The blood that feeds her voracity and her ferociousness is the same that had you favoring Aphrodite’s arts over your virtue.” His laughter rumbled in his chest. “Sanctimonious bastard.”
“Alucard,” the heiress summoned.
The monster grinned, eyes holding onto the director’s until he phased through the ground.