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I guiltily admit, that the szene with Girlycard and Arthur in the last chapter was supposed to end there for dramatic reasons...sorry for that!!

However, as I am quite nice (most of the time) I have written a chapter just for you (yesterday) so you can see what you requested *grins* It´s written, but I am not jet satisfied and finished with it and it´s not exactly needed for the rest of the story, so I´ll load it up as an extra in the end, ok?

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The next mission was in a village nearby. Walter had slept until they were there. He still felt week. Though the cuts had healed perfectly, his body still needed time to make up for the large amount of lost blood. His shoulder still hurt, too. Now he climbed out of the small Hellsing bus, looking at the neat cottage they were to enter. Arthur’s Rolls Royce arrived and parked next to the bus.

Walter knew he would go in alone. He was the only killer on this mission. The other four members of the team were for the evidence cleaning work after Walter left the building again. He looked to the Rolls, but saw nothing through the darkened windows. Fine with him, he had his orders and would go now.

He went over and opened the iron gate in the hedge. It was a lovely small garden. Someone had taken great care of these flowers until very recently. He crossed the path leading around the building to the back door as he was told to do. Everything was neat and well kept. There was a sheltered pile of wood for the fireplace that surly existed in the house, supposedly neatly cleaned, as everything here was well looked after. There were tools for gardening, fixed onto the wall. As it was evening it was not unusual, that the shelters were closed.

The back door was of old, ancient wood, painted in what would surly be a bright blue in full daylight. Walter tried it and it was locked. But there was a key on the wall. It fitted and the door opened.

Inside the house the lights were on and he heard noises. Someone was moving around. He went in this direction and found the ghoul of a woman, stumbling around in the living room, attacking him instantly. He cut her to pieces quickly and silently. The body parts were dropping down with soft plopping sounds, spoiling the well cleaned light floor. There were no more noises to be heard. When he turned for a search of the house, he stopped dead in his tracks. There was a girl in the door frame, not more than 16 years old, long chestnut hair. The kind he would ask for a date.

He had not heard her coming. Now she slowly approached him. He stepped back, feeling a bit of revolt when he stepped on a rather large piece of the ghoul accidentally. He still was not sure if she was a vampire or not and had to hold the distance for the wires to work best. Then she smiled shyly and he knew.

He threw his weapons of choice and made an end to her. After that he checked all the rooms but found no more souls to be saved. On the dresser in one of the sleeping rooms he found a letter and started reading it out of curiosity:

Hi Mom,

Guess what? I’m coming home Friday next week! The ad for the job was from Mr Thompson, the rich guy living down Chester Road, I used to throw stones in his window panes when I was young. Well, we agreed on the wage and I will start next month! So I can pay you back the university money AND stay with you two! Isn’t that great? And guess what more…


Walter stopped reading. He looked at the date of the letter again. Someone was in for a bad time in three days. He put the letter down and went to leave the house. He had not had a happy family life indeed and it seemed to him so unfair, so sad, that a vampire had destroyed this apparently happy family.

He left through the back door again and approached the Rolls Royce, where a weary Arthur Hellsing, leaning on his car, was smoking a cigarette. On his way he nod his head to his commandant to signal, that the house was ok now. It was a clean job with only two corpses in the same room, there would not be much to do.

Arthur offered him a cigarette. “So, everything’s dead in there?”

Walter nodded and took one. They were silently smoking. When they had finished Arthur said, “Ok, right then. You can come in the Rolls with me while the cleaning team works. You look tired.”

Walter slept almost the whole time of their journey. “He still is not ok, “ Arthur thought. “Maybe he even needs more time for himself anyway, he’s still so young. I tend to forget that when he is doing his jobs so properly.”

Shortly before reaching the mansion Walter wok up and felt slightly embarrassed about having slept in the car, but Arthur laughed about it.

“Can I ask you something?”

Arthur still grinned. “Of course, Walter. What do you want to know?”

Walter looked at his big boss. “The back door was locked from the outside and you told me the front door was also locked. I did not see a key on any side of that when checking. So who locked the back door? The vampire who killed them? They are usually not so thoughtful. How did you get this information?”

Arthur face went serious. “The girl left the house the last two nights climbing out of one of the windows. She attacked a shopkeeper and a tramp, but could not kill them, as she was too week and inexperienced.”

“But how did you know about it? Did the vampire leave his fledgling unattended? Did the attacked people report?”

Arthur sighed and thought, `Well, it can only help,´ and so he went on. “The shopkeeper did report. Then I asked Alucard and he told me about them. He was highly amused. Nearly laughed his head off.”

“Did he finish the vampire who killed them? I dearly hope so!”

Arthur sharpened his voice. “Alucard killed them himself just after toying around with you last week, Walter.”


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A month later.

Walter had entered the sublevels of Hellsing mansion. The silent corridor he walked was fairly lit. His steps echoed on the walls slightly, although he moved quite silently.

He had not seen Alucard since Arthur had told them off, not even for a mission. Tonight their master of armoury had asked him to find out, what new ammunition was needed by Sir Hellsing and his monster. As Walter could not find his superior anywhere, he thought it a wonderful excuse to visit the basement levels, where he had rarely been and was not officially allowed to enter. He quite well knew, that Alucard rested down here somewhere.

He was aching to know, if the creature was alright. But he would not ask Arthur about it, no matter what! Besides he had mused on the question, why the vampire had visited him in the first place. Was it just for the blood? He could have had some blood easier and with less trouble outside of Hellsings troupes.

So why then? Had the vampire indeed grown an interest in him? It sounded silly in his own ears, but he just had to find out. He was confident, that his curious mind would surly come to a rest, if only he knew. After that, and not regarding the result of whatever he might find out, Arthur should have his way and he would keep himself away from the vampire.

He had mused a lot about Arthurs words and come to the conclusion, that his orders were right. Nothing good could come from toying around with Alucard. Sure, it was most fascinating and pleasurable. But Arthur was right - the moral of the whole organisation would be endangered, if someone found out about it. And it simply was too dangerous. And what if their sexual action would fuelled the vampire on to break free and go feeding more blood after it each time? He could understand Arthur getting furious about that very well. He still felt sorry for the small girl vampire he had to kill…

He was young, he could surly have a normal relationship instead, find someone he could enjoy normal sex with and perhaps, well, yeah, hell, even marry, couldn’t he? A lot of Hellsing’s men were!

The one thing Walter knew for sure was, that he truly regarded Hellsing his family. Arthur had taken him in, had him trained and educated. He had found himself his place here. He did not want to leave the organization. He could not bear to go somewhere else and lead a totally normal life, stop being the killer that he was. No more fighting, no more killing? It would bore him to death, literally… And Arthur had made it quite clear that there was no future for him in the Hellsing organisation if “this romantic nonsense with my monster”, as he called it, would go on.

Actually it was no romantic feeling at all, Walter mused. It was pure lust. Multiplied by the thrills and pleasure only the vampire could give him.

To be sucked out was such an incredible feeling…

But leaving Hellsing would also mean to never even see or be near that fascinating creature again.

He had made up his mind for good: He would stop messing around with the vampire in order to stay with Hellsing!

Slowly turning into a corridor he saw an open door, light was shining from it. There were people in the room talking and he recognized Arthurs voice. They were discussing almost angrily. Quickly he made up his mind not to back out now. He entered the room, knocking on the open door to announce his presence.

The room held only a cupboard, filled with files and papers and a desk – and strangely enough a pair of chains attached to a wall. Three highly alerted men stopped dead in their conversation and spun around fast.

“It’s ok. He’s one of my men.” Arthur said highly relieved when recognizing Walter. Walter was sure he had seen the other men before, but couldn’t remember when or where.

“This is not ok, Lord Hellsing…”

“ IF I SAY IT IS, THEN IT IS OK! Bloody hell I am deeply fed up with this. There is no sense in discussing it each time. We need these people and you will bring forward now whoever is in that car, understood me? Otherwise you will be his food tonight! Two is indeed better than one! Did I make myself clear?”

“Perfectly, but Lord…”

“JUST DO IT!” The rage in Arthurs distinguished voice and his blazing blue eyes made the master rival his monster, Walter thought. The other two men flinched and headed for the stairs quickly.

Only now did Arthur turn to Walter, sighing, “What are you here for?”

“I came to ask you about the ammunition supplies…,” hell, he would not back out now, “…and to talk to Alucard.”

“Thought so. The kind of talk when buttons get undone and clothes suddenly vanish?”

The boy raised his chin in a proud gesture. ‘As if I would tell you like that,’ he thought. Aloud he said, “No, just talk. Getting things straight.”

“Ah well, all the same. He is to be fed today and so I don’t think he will even spare a thought for you now.” Arthur looked angrily to the door where the two men had vanished and then at his watch.

Walter threw a cautious look to Arthur Hellsing now. “Don´t get mad at me for asking, ok? I always wanted to ask you that: Is this really necessary? Aren’t Hellsing’s troops already donating blood regularly?”

Arthur made a funny face. “Et tu, Brutus? The donated blood is not nearly enough. Worse, I had to stop the voluntary donation since more than eight weeks now, for the doc said, we did too much and the men are too exhausted by now. I would milk them daily if I could, believe me. And if it only would satisfy him… Well, maybe he also needs the killing. The blood fed to him this way seems to sate him much longer. It isn’t often we get a prisoner, but he needs it. He gets really tricky to handle, if he doesn’t get enough blood. Well, whom do I tell, you know him. One day someone might find an answer to this problem, maybe in the future there will even be a market for frozen or conserved or artificial blood, who knows? But for the time being this is the only solution I have. And you know what? I have a brilliant idea, Walter!”

Walter had an unpleasant feeling of foreboding. Arthur went on in good humour, “You will watch him feed. Maybe this will set your head right.” He raised his voice. “Alucard.”

The vampire appeared out of nowhere and bowed. “My master.” The eyes of the creature glowed eerily in a deep red. His hair flowed around his face in an unnatural animated movement. The expression on his face was terrifying indeed – eager, greedy and hungry. He knew quite well what was to come now. Walter had never seen him like that, even when fighting.

There were the sounds of feet approaching and the men returned. Between them they had a young woman, around 20, good looking with short blonde hair. Her arms were bound by the wrists behind her back. Arthur looked at her as if his eyes would pop out. “What the bloody fuck is this? Is this a joke or what?”

“THIS is what we tried to tell you, Lord Hellsing. She hasn’t even been before a proper court, it is all a bit strange, these are the papers.” He gave Arthur a thick, brown envelope and the head of the Hellsing house took the papers out and started to flick through them, murmuring things like “I don’t belief this!” or “What are they thinking, if they indeed think at all!”, stopping from time to time to throw thoughtful and worried looks to Alucard.

The vampire had started to sport a huge grin with closed lips…even though his teeth were covered he looked terrifying none the less, eager indeed. Going back now would not be an option he was keen to discuss with his monster, Arthur realized.

Sure, the vampire had killed not long ago. But for doing it without permission Arthur had used this good excuse to put him on a nothing-at-all-diet since then, to satisfy the doc who had mused on the health of their troupes looking extremely worried. And fighting with each other repeatedly had strained them both…

The woman looked a little worried and let her eyes travel through the cellar room. Her eyes found the chains and widened. Then she looked in the faces of the men in the room and returned her eyes to the youngest of them, Walter, almost pleadingly. Walter looked at her shortly and then turned his eyes straight to the next wall. If she was to be Alucard´s food then he dearly wished he would not have to know about it. And especially he did not want to interfere.

Arthur meanwhile was scratching his head. These were the strangest papers he ever had got accompanying a prisoner, who was brought here. Not that there usually were a lot of papers on these occasions. None of them were eager to leave clues or prove to what they did. But even the official paper of verdict seemed indeed to be missing. According to the papers it seemed to be a round table order that the woman should be feed to Alucard. But if this was so, then when did he miss that discussion?? He had dozed off in-between the last meeting however…He thought about the fact, that he perhaps should drink less and work even harder. With a last enquiring look at his vampire he turned to the woman. Stopping now would indeed be nearly impossible.

“To cut a long story short: What is your name and what are you accused of?”

Her voice was soft and trembled. “July Carlobe. Treachery to the crown.”

Arthur looked even more confused. “Treachery to the crown? I don´t even know you, so how could you have had information that is truly important?” He realized the arrogance in his words too late and sighed. “Well then, did you do it? “

Her reply was, “No, and whatever these papers say: I’m innocent!”

`Yes`, Arthur mused tiredly. `They all are.` And indeed they only once had had a man in this cellar, who gave in to his crimes when asked. He had grinned wickedly when talking about his murders and Alucards grin had widened considerably with every word of the prisoner. The vampire had then very slowly ripped him to pieces with never before seen satisfaction…

Usually they chose the candidates for the feeding from the really bad guys, multiple murderers at least. Additionally they were mostly old and worn out, having been in prison for quite some time already and Alucard had only lately complained slightly about the quality of his food. The woman must have done something really terrible to get here. Or somebody wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible. Or Islands had listened to Arthur’s complaints and got the next best prisoner he came across. Whatever! Arthur sighed.

To deny Alucard this woman now would surly be as complicated as trying to free a lost soul from hell, armed only with kind words and a pocket knife. It wouldn’t go without a serious battle of will. Arthur felt still tired from their last fight and the vampire indeed had had to wait too long for this meal. Plus feeding the woman to him would further unburden his troupes of their blood donation service.

“Do you believe in God, Miss Carlobe?”

The face of the woman clearly stated `you must all be out of your minds` but she answered the question nevertheless, “Yes, I do. I have been a faithful catholic all my life.”

Arthur sighed deeply and signed a paper. So no reason indeed. “Oh, splendid. Right. Would the two gentleman come up with me then? Would you please stay here a little while longer, Miss Carlobe. You will wait nicely, won’t you. Ok then, Walter? I want you to stay here and accompany Miss Carlobe, while I lead the gentlemen out. Alucard – you need not wait until I return.” With this Arthur put the papers in the cupboard, turned and ushered the other two men to the door.

“Thank you, master.” The vampire bowed low and rose quickly again. He waited till the door closed behind the men and then turned to the women, who eyed him suspiciously and with anxiety. Her voice still trembled. “What comes next? Do I have to stay here?”

Walters heart beat faster. He indeed killed his enemies in cold blood, human or vampire alike. But this was different. She was bound up and had no choice to fight at all. Like a lamb to its slaughter. Walter felt disgust at this thought. To his personal horror Alucard turned his head towards him now, his eyes glowing with desire. “As you seem to be doomed to watch this, I’ll let you choose, angel: Quick or slow?”

Walter did not want to answer. He felt his throat run dry. “Alucard, neither of it, if you let her go, I’m sure we’d soon get someone else…”

The vampire laughed, while the woman looked from one man to the other nervously, obviously terrified, and took a careful step back. Her voice was small. “What are you going to do with me?”

Alucard did not even look at her. His eyes still pierced Walter for an answer. His tone was now sharply demanding. “Quick or slow, angel?”

“Quick then.”

“Alright.” The vampire stepped forward and raised one hand to the flinching woman’s face. He let his finger trail her cheek while staring into her eyes. She went still and got a strange look on her face, as if under hypnosis. Her red lips parted to let her mouth fall slightly open. Walter felt pity for her. There was no escaping now.

Alucard brought his face near to hers as if he would kiss her, but let his mouth slide further down to her neck, licking the soft skin there once shortly. He thrust his fangs into her neck violenty and drank. The woman whimpered loudly when his fangs penetrated her, but soon she began to moan while the creature sucked her.

The vampire started to touch his victim in intimate places while drinking. His actions seemed to be more reflex than conscious doing.

‘And it’s exactly the same, if he touches you…’, an unpleasantly nagging voice had pestered the back of Walters head for some time and now his eyes seemed to find prove for the vile suspicion. ‘It’s just an instinct, just a reflex, he’s just a monster without human feelings…’

But nevertheless - Walter felt pleasantly reminded of his feelings, when Alucard had touched him, and arousal took the place of displeasure. The young killer felt the enormous delight, that he himself had experienced when Alucard drank from him, come to his mind now more and more lively. And additionally to this and his resulting arousal, that started to make his throat dry and his trousers get tight, he felt a strange new burning feeling, he never had had before.

Eerie sipping sounds filled the dungeon as the vampire drank noisily, only rivalled by the lustful sounds coming from Miss Carlobe

The blood flowed so richly, it even escaped Alucards hungry mouth, running down the sides of the woman’s neck, vanishing into her collar. The vampire now gripped her body with both his arms forcefully, holding her up, one arm around her waist, with the other now clawing her head by her short hair, pulling her head far back, so that her neck was extremely stretched and widely exposed. Her hands were still bound behind her back. Even if she had been aware what was happening, she would have been helpless in his grip.

To his horror, Walter had a quite good view of Alucards ecstatic face, only partially blocked by some strains of the magnificent black hair. The vampire seemed totally lost in feeding, drinking with his eyes closed and enjoying himself dearly. The feeling that was new to Walter introduced itself to his own surprise as jealousy.

The woman indeed seemed to have something like an orgasm before becoming more silently and then totally still in the end, dying. Alucard stopped drinking, eyes still closed, a shudder running through him as the woman died and he seemed to climax, clawing the woman close to him. He drove his teeth even further in the flesh in an unconscious move to drain every bit out of her. Walter felt his knees become weak from unsatisfied lust and burning desire and leaned to the wall close behind him.

And then the vampire raised his head. He opened his eyes and stood there, looking blank for a second, then he lowered his face again to almost tenderly lick away the last traces of spilled blood. Walter’s eyes were tracing the trail of the tongue, his arousal and his jealousy fighting over each other, fuelling each other.

When Alucard let go of his prey the lifeless body dumped to the floor in a shattered pile.

The vampire turned his eyes to Walter now, a small wry smile on his face. “So… did you like the show? I have to admit I am astonished. I did not think you would be the visual type….and I thought you’d be the kind enjoying it rather slow…“

Walters eyes locked into the vampires. “It was disgusting.” He played it cool, but he did not feel calm at all.

He felt unseen hands squeeze his hard cock shortly and Alucard laughed softly, “Liar.”

Regardless of his true feelings Walter heard his own voice sound cold, emotionless and hallow in the nearly empty room. “Instead of mocking me, Alucard, tell me: What am I to you? Is it that easy, am I just food, too? Like her?”

Normally the vampire would have laughed loudly about a question like this – especially from someone like Walter, who knew him and had seen him fight and now even feed… But he could sense that his beautiful angel was dead serious and in deep despair, although he tried not to show it.

Alucard´s eyes narrowed slightly, looking intensely back at the boy. Then he spoke lowly, “A companion, a pal, an almost equal, as I know you love the fight and the killing almost as much as I do. That at most. A strange and deadly human, who often fascinates me and who looks gorgeous when killing. And indeed a very delicious meal. Sweet as candy, angel. Not to be compared to merely fulfilling my hunger needs at all.”

His words stroked Walters nerves tenderly and flushed through him like liquid redeem.

Alucard had turned to the door and already almost left, when Walter asked, barely audible, “Care for a desert then?”

The vampire stopped dead. Then he moved back, closed the door and turned smirking. “You will get us in trouble again, angel.”

Walter closed his eyes and swallowed dry. What had he indeed gotten himself into again? While his mind seemed not to have learned, his body had and started to shake, as hard to control fear of pain and death came unwanted.

Alucard approached him slowly. Standing in front of him, the taller vampire bowed his head to the boy, licking his shaking lips with the tip of his tongue, but without touching him further. He could already smell Walters arousal, his need and above all, most fascinating und unusual, his fear.

Walter felt the vampire flick his tongue over his lips and opened his mouth to welcome it in a kiss. When Walter leaned into him and started to kiss him passionately, sucking his tongue into his mouth, still shaking considerately, Alucard cupped the boys face with both of his hands.

‘Spoilt indeed’, he thought.

Walter could feel that the monster in front of him was slightly warmer than usual. Another unwelcome sensation was the obvious taste of blood in the kiss.

Pleasure and triumph flooded Walters mind equally, for he was alive to pleasure the vampire now, while the former victim was already dead on the floor. He knew that was just stupid, but this thought eased his jealousy, plus sending away all thoughts of a certain Lord Hellsing and some minor moral problems he could just not remember at the moment.

Alucard was much more conscious about this certain problem. But his instinct told him to take advantage of the situation now and care about Arthur’s complaints later. Blood, that willingly given, was indeed a rare sweet sensation. He would take just a tiny bit, not much, for he could not risk to weaken the boy again and Arthur getting wind of it.

He retraced his head, such ending the kiss and softly pulled the boys head to the side, baring his neck. He let his tongue glide along Walters jaw to the throat with the delicate thin skin, licking it slowly. He felt his mouth watering. Badly.

This was one of the best places of a human to drink from. The skin was so thin here that he could already almost smell and taste the blood of the victim before piercing through it. He licked the throat generously now and sucked and nibbled the skin affectionately. He could feel Walter’s lips trembling against his arm and his pulse flying, his sweet blood being driven through the body fast by his hammering heart. And he felt the boys hands on his body, with his deadly leather half gloves passionately exploring his belly, first not yet ready to dare exploring further. Then he felt Walter lightly stroking his groin, locating the position of his erection, and then massaging and rubbing his dick deftly through the layer of unreal clothes.

He aced to pierce the young, soft skin of Walters neck, he aced to kill him like the woman before, only he would kill him much, much slower, extend it to gain the most possible pleasure. But he already knew he would do neither of it.

He just could not even risk simply drinking there, his master would see the fresh wound immediately and all hell would break loose. ‘Quite a nice prospect, too’ he grinned to himself. But not what he aimed for at the moment.

With a sigh he pushed Walter back to the wall. The human body had other good places to drink from. He knelt before him, unbuttoning the boys trousers, pulling them down hurriedly until they slid to his ankles, scratching the skin of the hips in the process with his sharp nails. Walter was much too aroused to put up any action against it, passively waiting apart from tangling his hands in the vampires hair. He moaned as his cock was freed from the fabrics, that had caged him in.

`What am I to you?` The question still rang through the vampires head. Yes, what indeed?

`Personified temptation` would also have been a good answer, Alucard mused and decided the angel of death was in for a little treat. He turned himself into his girl form, kneeling naked in front of the panting boy. He would give willingly to the boy, what his master had used force to make him do properly only recently. It seemed just a fair answer to both of them, Alucard grinned.

Walter opened his eyes and could not believe them. But his vision of the cute, naked girl and the wet, lustful feeling were quite real. He moaned loudly and leaned heavy onto the wall behind him. Alucard was kneeling in front of him, giving head to him perfectly. The vampire wiggled his tongue along the shaft expertly, toyed the erections head with her lips and Walter grabbed the girls head and clawed into her hair, making her head move up and down his cock. Just when she had started deep throating him, he spilled his seeds with a loud cry and another deep thrust into her mouth.

She swallowed like a human could not have done in this uncomfortable position, then she let go of him quickly, just to turn her head slightly to the side and bury her mouth even deeper in Walters crotch. Alucard let the needle like fangs pierce the skin directly where the scrotum began, then licking generously for the blood that oozed in two tiny lines from the wound now, pleasuring Walter further as a by-product. Heavenly delicious blood indeed – worth every punishment his master could think of - if only he would know. The girl grinned wickedly and continued enjoying her dessert.

Walter gave a moan somewhere between pleasure and pain. He still had his hands tangled in the vampires hair and started to tenderly wield them through the black strands, enjoying the silky feeling as an extra to the most pleasurable licking.

Seriously moaning in-between the words and weary he asked, “To what… do I owe… this extremely….ah… delightful pleasure? After the last time… I thought….I never …see your girl form…again…”

The vampire stopped licking as the tiny wounds had run dry already. She sighed and sat back. “A treat for a treat, angel. Only a quick one though, as the old man will be back soon.”

Unfortunately the passionate licking of his balls had brought his cock up again. But Walters knees now finally gave way and he slid down the wall into a half sitting position, facing the vampire again. “You wanna stop now? Won’t you like more of it then?”

The vampire looked amused. She grinned to the boy, “Can’t get enough, angel? I can not drink from you fully now anyway or Arthur will recognize and we’d both be in trouble then. You do not want to leave Hellsing, do you? And I doubt they would let you go alive! But hey, worth a try, he might send me to finish you.” The vampire grinned a siamese smile, “We could have a very long, very nice time then.”

“Or we can have fun now.” Walter quickly grabbed the small girl figure sitting in front of him by the waist and shoulder, turning her body and making her rest on her arms and legs, positioning himself behind her. Quickly and quite recklessly he fully entered her doggy style.

He had banked on her being wet already, if not from their own little foreplay, then from the killing before, and he had been right. She was wet all over! Something else he realized now, when he started to thrust: He had not specially noticed before while their first time, as he had had no comparison then, but hell, she was tight!

He did not let himself be distracted when the vampire hung his head and started to laugh again loudly now, but put up a steady rhythm pushing, his hands resting and holding himself on her shoulders, massaging them slightly.

The girl turned her head. “That was quite uncalled for.” The tone of the vampires voice was amused and told Walter that the monster was still in a good mood for fun. “Shut up, I’m …trying to make it …quick, so… we won’t get caught .. and I… won’t ...get fired. If you …disturb …me again …I’ll use… the other hole...”

“Well try it! It’s all the same to me, but if you do it, I’ll change my form back to male, see if you like that better and finish faster…” Walter slammed into her harder. With one hand steadying himself he let the other slide to her firm breast and kneaded it passionately, specially teasing the nipple between two of his fingers. Ah, this was surely heaven indeed, though his knees started to ache because of the hard, rough floor.

“Don’t you forget an important matter, angel? Where’s my part of the fun?” Walter stopped himself groaning. “Uh, sorry, I really almost forgot. Wait…”

He withdraw his hands and raised his upper body. Unfortunately that made him slide out of her accidentally...ahh fuck! He took off his left glove hurriedly. Then he took both hands to quickly position her even better for him, roughly spreading her legs further apart, raising her ass and pushing down her back slightly to gain him easier access to her cunt. He entered her again deeply in one fluent forceful motion, much pleased with the result of the changes, bent slightly forward and stretched his naked hand out to Alucards mouth. “Drink from me. I’ll never leave my hands bare, so he will not see it.”

He did not wait for the answer but started thrusting again, hard, powerful, possessive, passionate.

The vampire had softly bitten into his palm and was totally lost in licking up the blood that collected in the cupped hand, so sweet to his rough tongue… ‘Like a strange, red eyed kitten,’ Walter thought. ‘If we get caught red handed literally we will at least give a magnificent view.’

He lowered his left, bleeding hand and her head followed.

Ahh, Walter felt so good, so in control! His right hand took strong hold of the back of her neck, steadying his position and pressing down her body further until her shoulders nearly touched the ground in a quite submissive position, her breasts and nipples slightly grinding the stone ground with each deep, punishing thrust. He was well aware that this was fake and he would probably pay painfully for this slight humiliation of the monster, who was distracted for the very moment by lapping up his blood. It didn’t matter to him, because now, at this very moment, he enjoyed himself immensely.

She did not seem to mind whatever Walter did with her body at the moment, but drank slowly, lapping his palm intensely now, as the small wounds started to run dry again. Though Walter was much turned on by this picture, though he sweated and panted and was nearly ready - he still longed for something else to make it perfect..

He pushed his hand to her mouth eagerly. “Drink. Suck it! Do it! Do it! Hurry!”

And the vampire grinningly did. She sunk her teeth deep into his palm and drank in deep, greedy draughts. The pleasure of being sucked overwhelmed Walters. His pushes started to be intensely severe and forceful now, matching her strokes drinking and then it only needed a few more thrusts for him to reach his climax, moaning loudly, loosing himself completely in an ultimate sensation, and pressing his hand into Alucards mouth strongly while spattering into her.

He had not revelled in this feeling enough when he felt Alucard breaking free and withdrawing himself, already changing his form. “Hurry up, angel, my master is on the top of the stairs already.”

Alucard slid away from him. He had not taken much, the boy should be alright. Hell, that blood had really been worth it!

Walter, barely coming to his senses fast enough, hurried to get himself dressed in time. His trousers had tangled themselves around his ankles and he had problems to get them on again. He actually made it just so and stood leaning to the wall, when the door opened and Arthur faced his two subordinates.

He looked at them closely: The vampire in the red duster grinned widely like a Cheshire cat, standing satisfied for once beside his dead victim, still idly licking his lips. The boy seemed to be surprisingly shaken, regarding that he was a fierce killer himself, but quite alright.

‘Very good so far, only the elimination of the ghoul left,‘ Arthur Hellsing thought much mistaken.

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