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Chapter List
- 1-Sweat
- 2-Chapter Two: Blood
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Darkness
had taken her, and now she was left staring into a black so profound she almost
saw light. It was still hot, warm enough now that she was sweating freely.
Integra would have growled, if her blood hadn�t felt cold within her body.
Flexing her muscles, she understood within seconds that she was bound, and
tightly. The bindings on her wrists, ankles�they were soft, almost silky. She
struggled briefly, then simply relaxed with a mental groan. Whatever it was
that held her firmly was not about to release her simply due to a few
struggles. She knew what bothered her the most, and feeling a trickle of sweat
run down her bare stomach gave ample reminder. The restraints of her sticky
wool suit was gone, as was the restraint of every other stitch of clothing she
had worn. Her hair was stuck to the sides of her face, and she twisted
slightly, seeking a cooler position. Wherever it was that her monster had
brought her, and he would pay dearly for this, it certainly wasn�t
cooler than the firing range.

The time
seemed interminable, crawling by as the air seemed only to smoulder. Integra
licked her lips, flexing her limbs occasionally to test the resolve of her
bonds. Her spine was not weakening, nor were they. The silence was as thick as
the darkness, which, despite how her eyes had adjusted, grew no less black. She
was beginning to think of this as that sensory depravation Walter had mentioned
a few months back. However, this was not what I had in mind when I agreed to
look into it for stress control. Integra sighed heavily, twisting again. It
was getting hotter.

At first,
the red pinpoints by her feet seemed to be a trick of her adjusted eyes. She
had seen flashes of light upon opening her eyes before, and she had just closed
them for a quick rest. Now, however, the pinpoints had widened into a pair of
glowing crimson eyes. Integra sensed her servant, and her voice would have
chilled the air were it not being artificially controlled.

�This has
gone too far, Alucard. You will release me, now.� There was no reply,
and in all truth, she had not expected one. Pulling against the bonds once
more, Integra then relaxed. She would simply punish him once he�d come to his
senses again. This was pushing the boundaries she allowed him, but she was not
about to give more cause for his vampiric instincts to run wild.

She felt
the rasp of his tongue.

Muscles
tightened instantly, and her body jerked, breath coming sharply into her lungs.
Nerves screamed in shock as the inhumanly long tongue ran along her calf,
licking the sweat from her skin. Hands joined the tongue in touching her, cold
hands which wrapped around her waist, fingertips nearly touching. Integra�s
back arched, trying to pull away from the vampire�s touch. Her body writhed in
uncontrollable spasms, and for a moment, she truly wondered whether it was to
escape�or draw closer.

Then he
moved.

Lips found
hers, a mouth which tasted faintly of wine and the coppery flavor of blood, a
tongue which still held the tang of her own sweat. His hands moved, rubbing that
which heat drew out over her skin, fingertips slick now. His mouth moved
against hers, tongue sliding between her lips, demanding entrance, rather than
requesting, or seeking. She bit at him, and earned only a growl of appreciation
as her teeth dug into the tender skin of his lips. Alucard was hungry, but for
what, she was not sure. It blurred in her mind, and she became unsure as to
when she began kissing him back.

It seemed a
rejection of her own denial. Everything not done, for the organization. Everything
left secret, for the organization. Everything ignored, for the organization.
Everything she had not experienced, tasted, dreamt of, considered, wished for,
desired, truly wanted�for the organization. This was her denial of that. This
was her rejection of that. This�the taste of her monster in her mouth, the feel
of his cold skin sliding against her sweat-slick body�all a denial of that. She
kissed him back, biting at his tongue and seeking entrance into his mouth. Lips
nipped, biting gently even as she felt the graze of his grossly elongated
canines. Integra tasted her own blood, somewhere in that kiss, and simply
licked the inside of his mouth, neck moving to press her lips firmly against
his.

He pulled
his mouth away, leaving her panting, and she felt the cold brush of skin
against her neck. Alucard�s tongue, once more, sliding across her skin. He
licked away the sweat still beading on her neck, collarbones, stomach, and left
cool traces in his wake. When his mouth moved over to her breasts, the small
runnels of sweat which ran between the soft mounds, she made a mewling sound.
His mouth was cold against her hot skin, igniting her blood to run into fire.
No longer was her body chilled from within. Now, she felt a heat burning in her
belly, tracing through her veins. She flexed again, and the bonds slid away,
leaving her free to grip his shoulders, dig her nails into his flesh, and wrap
her legs about his ankles. Her denial reached the breaking point when the
scrape of his fangs across her breast triggered a gasp. The Ice Maiden shifted,
suddenly, as cold realization struck, and her monster moved in that very
instant.

He pinned
her, growling deep in his chest, hips pressing insistently against her own.
Integra�s legs had slackened their grip on him, and Alucard moved without
restraint. His head ducked, and again, she felt his tongue. Long, rough, it
moved across her skin like a snake. Closing her eyes didn�t matter, she could
see nothing. Only�feel. She felt him, hard and cold against the inside of her
thigh. Felt his hands stroking down her back, nails raking lines into her skin.
Felt him mouthing the velvety skin over her hipbone, felt him savoring the
taste of her sweat. The slickness of her skin made movement so much easier as
he slid back up her body, dragging his tongue over taut muscle to elicit a soft
moan. Integra would have gasped relief when his hips shifted away, except for
the sudden brush of his fingers sliding against the true core of heat. Her eyes
closed instinctively, even as her hips pressed into his stroking fingers. She
felt now, as she�d never known she could, felt the blood pounding through her
veins. Alucard shifted again, with that boneless grace all monsters seem to
possess in tales, rubbing his cold body against hers. She heard him inhaling
again as he pushed at her legs, nudging them further apart. The dragging of a
rough tongue across the back of her knee brought a muffled cry to her mouth. No
sooner had the cry escaped, then another followed, for now he was tasting her,
adding another dimension to the flavors he had sampled this evening. Her hips
shifted restlessly as his tongue moved, not quickly, but sliding along folds,
finding hidden nerves which sang under his caresses. She writhed, and her legs
shifted, sliding over his shoulders. Alucard took advantage of this, and
shifted, keeping her knees held firmly against his cold shoulders as he kissed
her. Integra tasted more of herself in his mouth, and despite the realization
that she was in no position to control what was happening, she bit as hard as
she could into his tongue. Thick, cold liquid seeped into her mouth,
tasting�odd. Not unpleasant, but like drinking wine left in a cold stone room
for too long. His groan rumbled against her body as he lowered himself. She felt
the cold flesh against her own, felt again his hands stroking sweat-dampened
sides. When the monster finally breached the maiden, she cried out, softly. His
groan had turned into a deep sound, almost a purr, and his mouth found the side
of her throat as the air filled with a faint blood scent.

It became a
reddish blur, something she could not see, but felt running through her body.
His movements were slow, leisurely, matching the gentle strokings of his tongue
over her throat. Soft lips mouthed her jawline, seeking the pulse which now
pounded there. His hips rolled, sliding into and out of her with the patience
of one who knows time is meaningless. The monster�s fangs dug into her neck,
and Integra tensed, fingers tightening on his arms. Alucard�s purr shifted
timbre, becoming a slight chuckle, and then his hips moved harshly. Her body
thrashed upward against his, and with that, the fangs plunged into her throat.

Blood, hot
and sticky, ran down her throat, mingling with her sweat. The vampire�s tongue
followed the trail from the shallow wound, lips leaving a smear she could feel
over her breast. The blood scent in the air took on a new depth as he left the
wound to bleed, letting his master�s life stain her skin, seep into her hair.
Alucard�s mouth moved back, and he began to suckle at the wound, delicately, an
odd contrast with his rapidly moving hips. He was slamming against her now,
moving harshly in her as Integra�s body writhed against him. Tongue rasping
over the edges of torn skin matched the stroke of him against her before he
thrust back in. She cried out, not muffled now, nails raking across his upper
arms. The vampire laughed, a dark sound, and his mouth covered hers. She tasted
her blood, sweat�his blood�and as their tongues entwined, he thrust almost
painfully into her. Integra�s cry (not his name, never his name) was
only released into his mouth as she felt cold flood her body, forcing more
muscle spasms, and drawing her into a deeper kind of darkness.

The sun�s
golden light touched an empty bed in the Hellsing manor�s master bedroom. It
crept across the thick carpet as somewhere, deep below ground, a coffin lid
slid shut over entwined bodies and the heady scent of sweat and blood.
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