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Integra's Deepest Secret	By : bowlinra Category: Hellsing > General Views: 6310 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3 – Date

Integra decided upon her outfit with the care of a heart surgeon. She wasn’t sure what to wear tonight, and her long fingers rustled through her wardrobe impatiently.

Bold and blazon? Or maybe she should try demure look? A skirt? Oh, but skirts were never comfortable for her to wear. Even if they did look nice.

She sighed, pants it was then. She pulled out a crisp pair of black dress pants with a fine white pinstripe and set them carefully on the back of a chair.

She was in her bedroom, a room that very few had ever seen, deep in the belly of the Hellsing manor. The room was in desperate need of an update, but Integra spent so little time there that she couldn’t be bothered long enough to assign someone the job. So the room was the same as it had been since she was a child. Lace curtains, flowered blanket, even the same twin sized four-poster bed.

The only addition that hadn’t been part of the original room when she was a toddler was a delicately carved oak desk, which she had received when she was 14 years old.

The matching chair to the desk was what she draped her next article of clothing over; a sleek white button down shirt with relaxed cuffs and collar. To finish off the look she decided on a black vest with paisley lined pockets.

She allowed herself a slight smile. Good, her clothes were decided.

The tall woman slipped out of her cotton robe and let the thin article fall to the floor, the floor length mirror in the back of her closet reflecting all of lean nude body.

Integra Hellsing looked back at her reflection with a grim expression. Her deformed genitals stood out rather obviously, her own limp member hanging down between her legs, protruding from the front of her vaginal lips.

She glared at the reflection, as if blaming the mirror for her androgyny, and then turned away to put on the clothes she had so tediously decided upon.

Nearly an hour later, the woman of the house was having a late evening dinner with another woman.

The two were eating alone at a small table in an alcove fixed into the back wall of one of the mansion’s many balconies. White candles lit a table lined with a scarlet red tablecloth and starched white linens. The dinnerware they ate off of was bright silver with gold filigree.

The woman in question who had the privilege of eating with miss Hellsing was unquestionably one of the most feminine women to walk the earth. Her lips were plump and stained a deeper red than the rich tablecloth. Her black satin dress hugged her porcelain skin that shone brighter than the moon. And her eyes, with black lashes so long they nearly created their own wind, possessed smoky makeup that made them look even bigger. The lady took tiny bites daintily from the pristine fork, barely looking as she stabbed at the gourmet food. She only had eyes for the striking woman on the opposite end of the table.

Integra showed every sign of not caring that a woman so beautiful as to be intimidating was staring unwaveringly at her. She ate casually, barely tasting the perfectly prepared meal.

Not a word passed between them until they had both finished. A butler came and removed their dishes so that the only things between them were a few candles and a couple glasses of fine wine.

They stared into each other’s eyes, nothing distracting them, and still didn’t speak.

Integra was enchanted by the woman’s yellow eyes and devious smile. She knew what the woman wanted, and she knew that she wanted the same thing. “Belle, was it?” she asked huskily, remaining perfectly calm as she sipped the red wine.

The woman smiled, showing off teeth so white they were nearly transparent, “Why yes, that is one of my names,” she purred, sex appeal wafting off her words like expensive perfume.

Integra nodded, one white-gloved hand subtly playing with the corner of the napkin. She was struck by how beautiful Belle was, and was intoxicated by the animalistic danger that dripped off of her. She had spent her entire life around vampires, but could still never quite bury the instinctive reaction to worship and please the powerful creatures.

After one more sip from the tasteless wine, Integra gracefully removed herself from her chair and knelt down to her knees in front of Belle in one fluid motion.

The vampire smiled a wide, hungry smile, and opened her legs in response. Integra leaned in toward her spread legs and started kissing up and down her tight thighs.

Belle leaned back, wine glass still in hand, and closed her eyes as she sighed in pleasure.

Integra slowly moved her kisses closer and closer to the source of her desire, carefully pushing the ravishing woman’s dress up as she went. Finally, she reached it, and could feel herself getting harder when she discovered that Belle wasn’t wearing anything under the exquisite dress.

Without a second thought lady Hellsing dove into the vampire’s pussy, her tongue outstretched, lapping up her womanly juices. She paid equal attention to each part of her anatomy, sucking and licking, flicking her tongue over her clit and lips.

Belle moaned and sighed, genuinely enjoying herself. It was obvious that Integra had experience pleasuring women like this.

Without warning, Belle placed her hands on the back of the blonde head and pushed the woman into her pussy, eliciting a moan from Integra. She stuck out her tongue, her face buried in the vampire’s sweet lips as Belle rotated her hips up and down.

Integra was now fully erect, the tip of her hard-on pushing against the fabric of her dress pants, but she didn’t dare touch herself. She would take care of herself later, in the privacy of her own quarters.

Belle knew this time was for her, and as she came for the first time her eyes went wild and hungry and she shoved Integra to the cold stone floor. The vampire then pounced on her, ripping open the vest and the blouse, exposing her restrained breasts.

She purred as one claw ran down the pale neck and cleavage, and upon reaching the center of her bra tore through it with the ease of a pair of scissors.

Integra’s breasts popped open and she moaned, loving the freedom, and gasped as the woman’s teeth clamped onto one of her nipples.

Even though she wasn’t a virgin, and she knew there was no way that this woman could turn her into one of her own, Integra’s pussy and cock stared to leak in response to the bite and the danger that accompanied leaving oneself vulnerable to an adult vampire.

Pinpricks of blood welled up from Belle’s teeth marks around her nipple as she let go, leaving a dark red hickey, and then with pleased grin stared on the next nipple.

Integra allowed her to do all of this, relishing in the sensations. Once Belle was finished leaving her mark on both breasts, she quickly straddled the human’s face, lowering her dripping pussy onto Integra’s waiting lips.

She moaned as the vampire took her pleasure from her, sucking and swallowing down her sex fluids as the vampire came again and again.

Alucard watched in shadow, neither woman noticing his presence. He watched as they ate in silence, drank their wine in silence, and then with a silent cue, he watched as his master went to her knees and pleasured the vampire woman.

Jealousy ate at the great vampire’s heart like a poison. Not only jealousy but anger as well. Who was this vile creature to take her pleasure from his master and give none in return?

And why in the world would Integra Hellsing allow her to do this?

These were questions the vamp would mule over for the rest of the night as he watched the vampire woman mount Integra and use her deep into the night.

The moon was high in the sky and lit the world like a silver sun before the two finally stopped. They both put themselves back together as best they could before saying a formal goodbye and parting ways.

Alucard watched this and seethed. He no longer felt any guilt for spying on his master’s private business. He had to find out exactly what was going on, understand his master’s motives, and maybe even to stop her from going down a very destructive path.

[Hope you liked the little bit of Yuri action there ;P This story will have just about everything I think. Leave me a comment if you see fit, and thanks for reading ^_^]
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