|Making Love to Alucard
Author: Lion in the Land PM
You are invited to see Alucard as you've never seen him before. Making love to the sadistic vampire won't be easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Supernatural - Alucard - Chapters: 2 - Words: 7,655 - Reviews: 38 - Favs: 38 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 01-02-09 - Published: 12-29-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4753205
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Making Love to Alucard
DISCLAIMER: The characters of Alucard, Seras Victoria and Sir Integra and the dungeon-like lair an are the property of the creators of Hellsing. The slutty main character (who has yet to be named) is all me, I mean mine.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I am brand-spanking new to Hellsing, so please let me know if you see anything at all out of place here.
On a Coffin
I've found his lair. I sit on top of his closed coffin with my legs curled to my side and my otherwise bare flesh wrapped in a deep evergreen-colored satin sheet. The glossy satin crosses in a straight line just over the top of my breasts and cascades in ripples down my torso and over my legs. The long sheet extends past my toes to drape dramatically all the way across the end of his coffin. The dull, pulsating light from the torches gives a rich, purplish cast to the folds of the shimmering fabric.
He's going to be surprised to see me here. Surprise is not an emotion that sets well with him. My satin sheet and my smooth flesh may very well be covered in crimson within split seconds of his arrival. I know that I'm taking a big risk by being here, but I have no choice. I am all that I have to give. And I want to give myself to Alucard.
His white gloves appear first as he materializes in the darkest corner of his cavern. By the time his red eyes appear, they are beaming directly on me. He steps closer, and his expression is unreadable.
"Merry Christmas," I say. My voice is a smooth, seductive purr. It doesn't tremble or shake or reveal in any way the trepidation that I feel as this most powerful and vindictive of monsters moves swiftly toward me.
He reaches the side of the coffin and hovers menacingly above me, staring me down. His sharp, angular features are pulled tight with tension and his wide lips are slightly parted, his bone white teeth gritted together underneath. His long, wild, black hair hangs down around his face as I look defiantly up at him.
From this close, I can see through the red of his irises and into the depths of his soul, into places that he doesn't want anyone to see. I'm only human, only a simple human, and yet, I've been given the power to see this man as no one else does, to understand him in ways that he doesn't want to be understood.
When he sees that I'm not going to flinch, he says flatly in his deep, perpetually-ominous voice, "Why are you here?"
"You haven't been a very good boy this year," I say coyly in a soft, warm voice that is a marked contrast to the ice in his tone. "I'm quite certain that you must be at the top of Santy's naughty list, and I thought that it would be a terrible shame if you didn't get anything this year. So…I brought you something." As I make this last statement, my eyes fall suggestively along the folds of satin, leaving him in no doubt about what it is that I've brought for him.
When I look back up, I see that he's studying me with a skeptical glare. He's not used to presents. He's used to deceit and conflict and battle. I've thrown him off, and he doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know how to trust me.
"You're sitting on my coffin," he says threateningly, the muscles in his jaw flexing.
"You gonna make me get off," I challenge. This is something he can react to.
One corner of his mouth curls in a dirty smirk. "Is that what you're here for, you masochistic little whore? To get roughed up by the legendary Alucard?"
The whore stings, but I shake it off. "Roughed up? Hmm," I say with a disappointed sigh. "I was rather hoping you'd be able to come up with a more creative way to…uh…get me off. But if you're not up for it…"
He clicks his teeth together and lowers himself to his knees. The movement is eerily smooth. Our faces are now level and his eyes burn directly onto mine. He's studying me. I don't attempt to show anything other than my raw desire for him. I'm all out of games. If he doesn't take the bait – right now – he may as well slay me. I can't go on for one more moment without having Alucard exactly the way that I want him.
The muscles in his jaw relax, as if he's made a decision, and he leans down so that I feel his hot breath at my jaw. He touches the sharp points of his teeth to the taught flesh at my neck and drags them ever so lightly down the side of my throat. At the base, he asks in a quiet murmur, "Are you a virgin?"
I cough out a small laugh and answer with a definitive, "No."
He continues sliding his teeth across my clavicle without breaking any skin. He stops at my bare shoulder and touches his lips there in a soft kiss. His gloved fingertips touch my opposite shoulder and run lightly all the way down my arm. He's taken the bait. My flesh breaks out in goosebumps at being touched so tenderly by the formidable Alucard. He's broken down any weak barriers I may have had left, and I suddenly want him to know everything.
"Am I foolish, darling?" I ask, in a hushed breath.
He barely lifts his mouth from my shoulder and says, "You willingly walked into the lair of the world's most prolific killer. Yes, I'd say that qualifies you as foolish."
"That I know. What I meant was," I say as I turn my head to face him, "am I foolish to have fallen in love with you?"
"Love!" he shouts and jerks his head away from me. "Love?" he repeats, as if he's never heard the word before but has the vague impression that it means something very foul. His features are once again taught, and his eyes blaze. He's on the verge of bursting into a fury.
I haven't flinched yet, and I'm certainly not going to start now. I stare at him earnestly, trying to pierce my way back into his soul. The fire drains out of his expression as we lock in a long, intense gaze. His fury has passed, but that doesn't make him any less dangerous. He touches his fingertips under my chin and narrows his eyes. He's probably trying to decide how best to fillet me. But behind the cold-blooded calmness of the killer, I detect a note of fear.
"Master?" a small, girlish voice calls from across the room. "What's going on? What do you want me to do?"
It's his assistant, his deputy vampire, Miss Victoria. I turn toward the voice, but Alucard's fingers direct my chin back to him. He doesn't take his eyes off of me as he says calmly with an undercurrent of contempt, "I want you to leave, Police Girl."
"But, Master, are you going to kill her--"
"NOW!" Alucard commands.
"Well, goodbye then," she says uncertainly. "L-let me know if you need anything."
Alucard breaths out an irritated sigh after she leaves. His long fingers move from my chin to my throat. He constricts his grip and pulls his dark eyebrows together. He's still trying to decide what to do.
In a strangled voice, I tell him, "Do what you will with me. I'm yours."
His grip tightens, blocking my ability to say more, and he pulls my face to his. He clamps his mouth down onto mine and opens wide. I feel the sharp points of his teeth scrape my gums, and then I feel his long tongue slither into my mouth. I'm waiting for it to slide down my throat to gag me. I'm waiting for his fist to snap my neck. But his tongue doesn't progress further. It stays in my mouth, gently searching. His lips soften on mine and his hand leaves my throat. He gingerly grips both of my shoulders, pulling me toward him. He is kissing me. Alucard is kissing me.
With this realization, I push myself up onto my knees and lunge to him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. I brush against the razored tips of his teeth and taste fresh blood seeping out of my tongue. I don't care. The satin sheet is pinned between us, still covering my front, but its silky folds have slid entirely from my backside. Alucard's hands find their way there and he grasps the rounded muscle of an entire side of my arse in one hand. His other hand goes to the small of my back and crushes me into him.
My arms wind around his neck and my fingers thrash in his wild, ebony hair. I have lost control. I only want Alucard, Alucard, Alucard. If he were human, it would seem as if he'd lost control, too, with the way his hands move erratically over me and the way his mouth seems to be trying to devour me whole. But I've seen Alucard lose control, and it doesn't look anything like this. He's succumbed to his desire for me, but he is maintaining a remarkable amount of self control. If he loses control, I will die. We both know that.
While our mouths stay pressed desperately together, my hands leave his hair to untie his cravat and fling it on the ground. He drops his hands from my body just long enough for me to push his long, red cloak from his shoulders. I'm pulling at the buttons of his vest and then his shirt. One by one I have them undone. His vest is on the floor with his cloak, and his shirt hangs open. I rake my fingers through the thick, black hair that covers his rock solid chest. My desire for him flames, and I whimper. I don't know how I'm ever going to be able to get enough of him.
He moves a hand to the top of my chest and pushes back on me. Our mouths rip apart, and I see my blood tainting the edges of his pearly teeth. I gulp down the salty substance in my own mouth. Alucard's chest heaves up and down as his eyes scan my torso. The sheet has fallen completely away. With one hand at the small of my back and one at the top of my chest, he gently lays me down on top of his coffin. He leans over my face and touches his pointed tongue to my lips. I open my mouth, inviting him back in, but he leaves to lick down my chin and over my throat.
He's found my breasts and his long, sharp tongue winds around my nipple, pulling it into a tiny, stiff peak. He does the same to the other side. His touch is so deliberate, so unexpectedly delicate, and I am lost in ecstasy. My back arches and I sigh. His tongue moves down, takes a dip in my naval, and then moves slowly across the smooth plain of my stomach.
He pushes back and rises to stand erect. I watch him with hungry eyes as he walks to the end of the coffin and turns to face me. His shirt hangs open, revealing his strong, hair-covered chest, but his high-waisted pants cover more than I'd like them to. As if reading my mind, his hands begin to work at the buttons and clasps. As he drops his pants to the floor, my eyes scan every tantalizing muscle. Every inch of his long, lean body exudes strength. The only bits of clothing that don't leave Alucard are his white gloves.
He climbs halfway onto the coffin and gently spreads my legs. The tip of his serpent-like tongue fits perfectly into my slit. Nerve ending after nerve ending dances in jubilation at his tender touch. A low moan escapes me as he slides purposefully through my labia, and I feel a flicker of disappointment when he keeps moving and doesn't stay to play.
He continues crawling onto the top of the coffin as his tongue traces a straight, tingling line over my body. His long, lean form now hovers over the length of mine. My thighs are bent, straddling his hips. He's pulled his head even with mine and is looking down at me with the intense mixture of power, fury and sadness that is uniquely his. It reminds me of why I came here in the first place.
I reach a hand up and lay it softly alongside his angular face. "I love you, Alucard," I tell him in an emotion-filled murmur.
Fear flames in his eyes as I say it.
"M-Master?" comes the now too-familiar voice of Miss Victoria from across the room. What in the hell is wrong with that girl? Even in this pulsating dimness it should be perfectly obvious what's going on here, what with me lying naked on Alucard's coffin and him lying naked on top of me.
Alucard doesn't say a word. He merely turns his head toward her with a look so saturated in venom that I can literally feel it radiating off of him.
Miss Victoria squeaks and she's gone.
He turns back to me and the venom is gone. So is the fear. Without wasting another moment, he thrusts himself inside me. I gasp. His appendage is every bit as long and powerful as the rest of his body. He rocks back and forth on top of me, the lid of his coffin creaking with each push. Every sensitive, pink skin cell inside me sings, and I join in the rocking.
He bends his head down and sinks his teeth into the muscle at the back of my neck. He's not draining me of blood, he's simply tasting me as we make love. The exquisite pain of this intimate gesture sends me reeling, and I throw my head back with a yelp and clamp my eyes shut. Our thrusts have increased in both strength and frequency. We are banging away on Alucard's coffin as one unit. I am beyond excitement at finally being with him in this way.
His excitement also moves on to a new level and the sounds he makes become inhuman. He snarls and screeches and we are no longer on top of the coffin. We are suspended, twisting and turning and writhing together in the air. I don't open my eyes. I don't want to see what he's become. I grip onto his shoulders or whatever they are now. I keep my legs circled around what used to be his hips. I'm not letting go. I'm not letting go, and I'm not looking.
He's still in me. Somehow he's still in me while he's also all around me. I hear the flapping of wings as he mutates again. He moves inside me and fills me with ecstasies beyond imagination. And yet, I can't help but be frightened by the fearsome and terrible things that are swirling around me. He's losing control.
I asked for this. I wanted this. I prayed for it. Begged for it. I can't bear the thought of things going wrong and Alucard torturing himself over it. I forced the situation; I can't let him take the blame. I gave myself to him; he can do what he wants with me. He needs to understand that.
"I'm yours, Alucard! I'm yours!" I shout.
He pours into me. It's too much. Too much. I'm going to explode.
A high-pitched screech fills the room and then disappears as suddenly as it came. I feel the top of Alucard's coffin pressing into my back. He's solid again. He's a man. I sigh out loud as I realize that I'm not going to explode. Except maybe with pleasure. The thrill of narrowly escaping death is an aphrodisiac all by itself. Couple that with the continual, smooth motion of Alucard's splendid cock in and out of me, and I'm a dreadfully happy woman, indeed.
I've only just caught my breath and relaxed enough to truly enjoy this when, without warning, Alucard arches his torso off of me and shouts with abandon into the cavernous, candle lit room. My eyes fly open so that I can watch his contorted face as he works through his climax.
I'm relieved to see that his sharp, elegant features have all made their way back to the right place. I silently watch them settle into a smooth, relaxed state. He keeps his eyes closed for a few minutes as he collects himself. Then he slowly lifts his lids and looks down at me.
One corner of his mouth curls and his deep voice rumbles, "Remind me to be bad again next year."
"Somehow, I don't think you'll need a reminder," I tease as I run my hands up and down the tough sinews of his back.
He emits a wicked laugh. His red eyes glow and the tangles of his wild hair shine in the torch light. If I weren't in love with him, I'd be terrified of him. He takes his weight off of me and leans to the side, running his long fingers through my hair. "You enjoyed yourself, as well, no?" he asks.
Aha, so even vampires need their male egos stroked. I'm happy to do it. He deserves it. I run the back of my fingers along the side of his elegant face and twist a lock of his crazy hair. "Oh, yes. You were magnificent," I purr.
"How magnificent?" he asks.
"Magnificently magnificent," I answer.
He raises an expectant eyebrow at me and purses his wide, sharp mouth.
Oh. Oh shite. He wants to know if I had an orgasm. I didn't. Furthermore, I have a personal rule against lying about these things. Besides, what's the point in lying to someone like Alucard? He'd see through me in a heartbeat. Still…
I've waited too long to answer. He rolls moodily off the coffin and says flatly, "You didn't."
I lift up onto my elbows. "Oh, sweetie pie, don't worry about it. It doesn't happen every time. And I'm a pretty tough customer. Seriously, my batting average is probably only about 200," I explain. I snicker internally at my little pun - batting…vampire, heh, heh. The stupid grin is wiped off my face when Alucard's shouts reverberate throughout the huge room.
"With men! MEN! MORTAL MEN! I am Alucard! Most feared, most revered vampire in all of history. I can do anything. ANYTHING!"
He turns his boiling red eyes on me and looks as if he's going to jump back on top of me and go at it until I'm drowning in my own juices. I'm not anxious to be the recipient of an angry fuck from a vampire, so I sit up quickly and wonder where in the hell that sheet got off to.
"Honey bear, I honestly don't care about that," I say as I spy a corner of the sheet on the floor and slide down from the coffin to grab it. I swoop it up and wrap it around me like a toga. "It was so wonderful just to be close to you."
I'm being sincere. I mean, I certainly wouldn't have objected to cumming. And if I'm being perfectly honest, I had rather expected that someone with the ability to transform and move at inhuman speed would have been able to do that for me, so I guess I can't truthfully say that I'm not a little disappointed…
I'm torn from my internal musings by the sight of Alucard standing dejectedly by the side of the coffin. My sweetie baby is hurting; I can't have that. I have to make this better.
"You know, sugar plum, all that floating in the air shit sort of freaked me out. Distracted from the mood a bit," I reason.
He doesn't say anything, but he's cocked his red eyes toward me. He's willing to listen.
"Oh, angel fish, I'm sure that was it. So see, it wasn't you; it was me," I coo softly, walking up to him and pulling down on the back of his neck so that he's resting his forehead on mine.
"But, I'm the one who did the floating," he mopes and softly kicks at the side of his coffin. He's put his boots back on. Just his boots, nothing else.
"Next time I'll be better prepared for it," I say consolingly.
"Next time," he says and peers at me. "Yes, next time," he repeats, and I watch a determination set in his menacing eyes.
I softly kiss the tip of his long nose and smile sweetly at him. "I left a bag of clothes somewhere around here," I say and turn away from him to glance around the dark room for my bag while I pull up a swatch of satin and begin soaking up the undead sperm that is leaking out of me. "So, once I clean up and get dressed, if you could show me an easier way out of here--"
Alucard clasps the bottom of my face in one hand and brings my gaze to meet his. He trains his glowing, red eyes on me. I'm drawn into them. I couldn't look away if I'd wanted to.
"You're tired," he says.
I yawn. "I'm tired," I say.
He puts his arms around my waist and says, "You want to go to sleep."
"I want to go to sleep," I sigh.
"Now," he says.
Another chapter is forthcoming. It will be titled, 'In a Coffin' Tantalizing, hmm…?