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Dangerous Minds	By : Countess_Millarca Category: Hellsing > Het - Male/Female Views: 5132 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 9
- 10
Song : Tell Me More And More And Then Some by Nina Simone (I really like this song for striptease, but you're welcome to imagine any song you like *winks*

It was well past midnight when Integra finally decided to cease her useless thinking and get some rest. Truth be told, she was exhausted; quite understandably so. She had been traveling for almost two hours, gone on a unprecedented shopping spree and spent a ridiculous amount of time walking and dancing wearing gorgeous, yet utterly uncomfortable high heels. Indeed she had made the shoes justice by being breathtakingly captivating on them, but now she was paying the painful price for it. Her feet were practically killing her. Tomorrow's schedule definitely included a visit to the hotel's luxurious spa.

Taking a refreshing shower, she decided she was not yet ready to say goodbye to the seductive siren she had transformed tonight. So, without much thinking, lest she changed her mind about this, she dropped her towel and lay down completely naked on the soft, inviting bed; an action strictly forbidden inside her own bedroom back at Hellsing mansion. Oh, the horror if Walter walked in, only to discover his respectable master was sleeping just as Mother Nature made her. She didn't want to even contemplate of the consequences such a sight would have on her poor servant's mental health. He would most likely never be the same again.,.

But, she was not there now, was she? No, so she could do whatever the hell she wanted and that included going to an erotic show, dancing with a ravenously hot stranger and sleeping wearing nothing but her own succulent skin.

Relaxing herself away from all her recent worries, she soon found herself easily falling into a deep slumber.

Integra was back at the promiscuous club, only now the dim-lighted room was empty and devoid of all its previous provocatively clad dancers and customers. She was standing alone in the central stage, a soft yellow light highlighting her slender figure, still dressed in the scarlet visage she wore earlier tonight. No, that wasn't exactly true. There was another presence besides her there, far in the background. An undeniably male figure was seated languidly in a velvet armchair. He was sitting cross-legged, with one arm holding elegantly a glass of red wine and the other one resting indolently on the chair's arm. He was clad in a pure black suit. The jacket was unfastened, his black, silk dress shirt was unbuttoned till mid-sternum and pale, luminescent skin shone through. His face was covered in darkness, hidden from her curious gaze, yet she instinctively knew he was unwaveringly looking at her, stalking her like prey.

She visibly shivered, entranced by the mystic atmosphere, when sensuous music filled the previously eerily silent room. She instinctively knew what the alluring stranger wanted. Something she had desperately wished to be daring enough to attempt a couple of hours ago, as she watched the captivating bodies of the dancers sway seductively in the haze of passion, but hadn't allowed herself to do; to be one amongst them! Perhaps her subconscious was giving her a chance to surpass her chronic restraints and satisfy her fiery nature now. She was unaware of the true identity of the man silently urging her to loose her inhibitions, but she felt that didn't matter anymore. The only thing that mattered in this lust induced utopia was that he was at her mercy.

Integra had never been one for indecision and waiting. Once she made up her mind, she always followed through no matter the consequences. She thought this was no different. The damned male wanted a show? Well, he was going to get one!

"Whoa, hold up there, sex bomb! Have you ever given an erotic dance before? Besides, with what you're wearing it'll be over before it even starts…", a treacherous, inner voice informed her, breaking her bubble of self-gratification.

"Well, now that I think about it I am essentially wearing only a dress, a very tiny piece of underwear and shoes. Doing a striptease under these circumstances can't be ideal even for professional dancers…not much to take off", she mused now concerned as to how she should do this.

"Hm, I guess I can start a little dancing on the stage and slowly make my way to him. When I am within enough short distance to stare into his eyes and see them darkening with lust, only then will I let my dress fall to the floor a few inches from his shoes and bare myself to him", Integra thought satisfied and closed her eyes tightly, trying to release all the tension from her body.

Allowing the soft nuances of the music to seep into her body, she opened her eyes and transfixed her gaze intently at the obscured male. She started swaying lightly, moving her shoulders enticingly, slowly raising a hand to bury inside her blond mane and the other to lightly trace fingertips across her cheek, sliding them up and down her face, capturing her little finger between her teeth. She raised her head to the side, straining her neck, giving him a challenging look, as a deep breath escaped her throat, when the hand previously lost in her golden locks started a sensuous descent down her body; teasingly caressing her neck, light feather finger tips passing through the valley between her breasts, sliding down on her hip, where she squeezed tightly enough for her blunt nails to leave moon-shaped marks through the silk covering her dark skin. Lost in the seductive tunes, she let her instincts dominate her, moving her entire body – hips, waist, breasts, shoulders – alluringly, while her hands roamed over naked and scarlet clad skin with soft caresses and violent grips, depending on her mood. Never once, however, did her incandescent gaze left him. Behind half-lidded lashes a promise for unadulterated carnal pleasure burned strongly.

Inebriated by potent lust, she made her way painfully slow towards him and stood before him with a lascivious, knowing smirk. Sliding the back of her fingers to the sides of her breasts, she reached for the straps securing her dress behind her neck. She untied the butterfly knot and slid the straps down her torso, cupping her heavy from arousal twin mounds, sliding her thumbs over accentuated, erect nipples. Barely suppressing a lustful moan, she continued gliding her hands behind her back to untie the last, thin strips holding the dress on her body. The delicate silk tickled her over-sensitized skin as it glided, ending in a pool of ruby around her feet. Stepping out of it, she stood proudly, clad only in her golden high heels and a tiny piece of black lace, barely covering her most intimate place. If she had been paying closer attention, she would have noticed the sudden, strained hiss that came from his hidden figure, as she revealed her dark beauty inch by inch, daring him to break his self-restraint and show a slither of the maelstrom raging inside of him at the erotic sight she presented.

Even at this close distance, Integra still couldn't make out the specific characteristics of his face, veiled behind a mysterious darkness. Who was the man appearing in her sexually charged dream? Did it really matter? Did she really want to know? Would it make any difference, if behind the nebulous atmosphere a familiar face resided? A barrage of insistent questions broke through her desire filled haze and urged her to take the last step towards the seated stranger, brushing her knees with his sensually. She made her final decision there and then. If she truly desired to put a face in her mysterious companion, she would have to come a lot more intimately close to him, a risk she determined was worth taking.

Straddling his lap, she groaned at the heat of his muscular thighs beneath her legs, marveling at the feel of his slacks caressing her naked skin. Her hands came to rest at each side of the armchair, steadying her shaking body. At the same time, he placed his own hands on each side of her waist, squeezing lightly her feverish skin. She fought to stay still as he glided his hands upwards, tortuously teasing with his fingertips her trembling flesh. A sheen line of sweat formed all over her body and she lifted her head up, exhaling heavily as the cords of her neck strained from the exertion. She felt one of his hands follow her movement, sliding over her collarbone, massaging the hollow place at the base of her neck, causing her breathing to become shallow, hitched inside her throat. Suddenly having difficulty breathing, she parted her quivering lips to allow more air to pass through, only to feel a long tampered finger push inside her moist cavern. Abandoning all inhibition, she circled her tongue around the tantalizing appendage and moaned at the spicy taste of him, unintentionally gripping rather forcibly the velvet armchair and grinding her hips against the hard muscles of his stomach, realizing absently that there was not enough contact between them. Determined to remedy that immediately, she lowered herself on his lap, disengaging her hands from the chair's arms to place them on his broad shoulders. She fumbled with his dress shirt, searching fervently for the pale flesh that had captivated her earlier. Finding what she yearned, she slid one hand inside the obstructive fabric to stroke his delicious pectoral muscles, flicking a hard nipple in her exploration. The husky, wanton moan that vibrated form his chest, urged her to bit down on the finger intertwined with her tongue, resulting in him repeating the wickedly sensuous sound and moving his free hand to finally embrace her flushed breast. Set ablaze by his passionate ministrations, her body urgently seeking release, she encircled his pale wrist, disengaging his finger from her welcoming mouth and decisively led their intertwined hands downwards to the liquid spot that screamed for his attentions. Understanding perfectly her intentions, he maneuvered his hand over her own and slid their fingers inside the soaked, lacy barrier. He gently separated her feverish folds and slowly inserted her middle finger deep inside of her, while he expertly stroked her clit with his thumb. Integra groaned at the sinful sensations, biting her lower lip instinctively. Satisfied by her lustful reaction, he forced another one of her fingers in and pushed them to pump more vigorously inside of her, while he continued his tortuous rubbing. Blissfully filled, she let herself be guided, shivering uncontrollably as she felt being stretched pleasurably, bordering to pain. She could practically taste her unbidden, all-consuming orgasm, when he added one of his own fingers, causing her walls to clamp around them, a white hot blaze blinding her momentarily. She was so immersed in her passionate outburst, she lost the chance to uncover her mysterious lover's identity, when he abandoned his previous position, drawn by her violent release, to bury his head in the nook of her neck, tracing a wicked, wet path with his tongue upwards, reaching the lobe of her ear, capturing the flesh between his fangs and biting down forcibly. Slight pain intermingled with unimaginable pleasure overwhelmed her senses and brought her over again. A deep, husky chuckle taunted the sensitive skin of her ear, as the cruel realization finally hit her.

"Fangs…", Integra whispered hoarsely, as she awoke tangled in the matted sheets of her hotel bed, drenched in sweat, making the connection and cursing the very familiar chuckle, that still rung in her ears. The dreams had started again…
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