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The Joys of Submission: by Seras Victoria	By : MedeaDemonblood Category: Hellsing > General Views: 9090 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Well, it felt good to finally finish this. I've been so busy I barely had room to breathe- and my words just wouldn't come. Thanks to a friend I was able to get my creative juices flowing, and now that I've satisfied all my original intentions for this story, I can continue other projects. I'm going to call this story "complete" for now, but who knows? I may add to it later. Please enjoy this chapter!

            We slept in total peace, wrapped inextricably in each other’s arms. Every so often I would wake to his roving hands on me, and sometimes in me- he pleasured and made use of me while I slept. I heaved not a word of discontent, naturally, for I was still his bound and collared. Even though I had answered his question I had no wish to be free. His words were “until you choose to Master yourself.” So I slept and woke for his pleasure and held him and was happy. I belonged there, and no longer questioned my situation.

            Not long after that, Master went off to fight Rip Van Winkle, and I stayed behind to defend the mansion. The man I loved was gone a long while, and it pained me to be without his hands on me and his words in my ears. I ached inside all the time, and our faint mental conversations were not enough to quench my longing. But I waited. He’d come back.

            And I didn’t see him again until after Millennium had made several large moves. They demolished our headquarters and home. They burned London and killed thousands of innocent people. By the time I got there everything had changed.

            I still can’t believe the Captain is gone. I miss his inconsistent steps in the halls, like a kid who’s the biggest brat on the playground, lording it over the others. He’s alive in a way, alive inside me, offering his sarcasm once in awhile and filling me with the memory of the scent of cigarette smoke. My body feels so different now that I’m complete. We fought so hard together, so bravely, and though we won we lost a lot. After I drank his blood I even saw exactly how much the two of us were alike. Pip was also an orphan, but had still gotten through to adulthood trying to be chipper and upright. I feel a greater connection with him now than ever before, but it still sucks not to have him in person any more. If I could have, I would have made Pip a vampire a long time ago. At least then, I’d have a best friend to keep me company into eternity. He was always someone who liked me the way I am.

            I met with Master again after the first battle had been waged and blazed everything to the ground. The Geese were all pretty much dead, the manor was in ruins, and I had become something else. I couldn’t believe the power I gained just from drinking the blood of one man. Pip… Even as I write this down he spies over my shoulder and laughs at me. He says “’Ow can you miss me so much when Ai am always in your brain, mignonette?” He laughs a lot in here, but I can’t help but feel guilty that I’m depriving him of some kind of afterlife. But, back to Master… I had become a true vampire, which is what he wanted, I guess, but I never lost my submissive attachment to him. And at that point of course I was under my own power, and still calling him Master was my choice. I flew out to find Sir Integra, because it was my duty now to protect her.

            Wow, I spent all this time talking and I didn’t mention her at all? Sir Integra and I are really quite good friends. I think she pitied me when Master brought me in as a little foundling. But there was something in her that ultimately caused us to become close. I really adore her. I understand why Master has such strong regard for her. He sees her on the same level as himself. I guess Sir Integra is the human foil, full of self-control and calm intellect, to my Master’s mad overflowing power. So we met again, on the blood-soaked city streets, and Master acknowledged me. He called my name, and I was happy. But I still wore his collar, and I still called him Master. I wonder if he understood my choice in that moment. I loved him, and trusting him to have his will over me was the ultimate expression of my love.

            We fought hard to survive, and at the end our defenses were reduced to exactly three. Me, Master, and Sir Integra. We all took Walter’s betrayal hard. But I know Integra was the worse for it when Master disappeared into nothing. I was stunned myself. It meant that all this time, that bastard Major had been planning this as his only means of defeating his enemy. For years! It’s so infuriating to think about. 30 years of my life, and Integra’s, spent without the man who had united us in the first place. I took up the mantle of duty left behind and I have become something powerful and other-worldly. I’m happy to say that my younger fears proved false. I’m still me. I’ve never been happier to be myself.

            And we’ve waited 30 long years for Master to come back. Integra has kept up stoically, mostly I guess, she holds on because I do. I KNOW he’s coming back. I just know it. I can feel the link inside my brain, still warm, though I’m unable to connect. Perhaps he exists as some kind of virulent ghost, dormant within the shreds of his own body. He could be ethereal, or a buried corpse somewhere. I really don’t know what happened to him- just that by absorbing that little kid Schrödinger his power and his form were corrupted and he vanished. It wouldn’t be honest of me to say I didn’t miss him or that I don’t wake with dreams lingering in my head that worry and fuss about his absence. But the knowledge that he’ll come back burns in my mind like a star. The collar around my throat has never disappeared. Even carrying on in this diary is a remnant of his orders- and he was partly right about it. I have been able to look back and reflect on my earlier thoughts.

            30 years to one such as I am is nothing. I can wait hundreds, thousands more for you to return to me, Alucard.

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            My Master is home! My Master is HOME! I haven’t felt such a rush of joy like this in so long! My chest’s been pounding since I broke down m’Lady’s door. There he was- slumped against a wall in all his fallen majesty. Integra had shot him as he’d attempted to bite her. Damn, that woman really IS made of steel. After their reunion, I had my own with him. The taste of him is burning in my mouth still. I’d forgotten what his blood tasted like. It’s this powerful, intoxicating spiced-wine spirit that burns smoothly down your throat like 150 proof. This was just a few mouthfuls after he drained most of mine in his extreme thirst. Master said he hasn’t eaten in 30 years. I can’t bear to think of him in agony, so I let him drain me almost to unconsciousness. Revived a good bit, he and I have taken our time and reunited in our own way, but there is one thing I’m going to need to do when he’s got his strength back.

            I have to assert myself and make sure he understands that my servitude isn’t something he’s forcing on me. I’ve learned 100 times over what he wanted me to learn. I love him so much that I WANT him to own me. And so, I’m going to his room later to tell him so.

            Ooh, damn I’m sore now, but so fucking satisfied. At midnight I sank into Master’s crypt bringing several chilled blood-packs, and myself, fully refreshed and ready to be his fount. My boots had barely scraped the stone floor of his throne room before he accosted me. One arm went around my waist and fitted itself there. I felt my side contour to Master’s hard hip and thigh. I quivered inside but kept my demeanor. It was about to drop; I could sense it. Outwardly, his manner seemed calm, but his eyes were tremors. I sank into the bloody pools they were, and tasted and smelled his anger, passion, arousal and a trace of amusement. Once again, I both perplexed and intrigued him with my weird existence. I had achieved the independence and power he had wanted me to. But I still refused to leave his control.

            “Seras, I have to quibble with you.”

            “I already know what you mean to say. And that’s why I’m here.” I put the blood supply down on the table and watched his eyes follow it. “But please drink your fill, Master. From these, or from me.” I pulled open my jacket and exposed my neck. Just below the leather collar, pristine after all these years, the scar from his original bite still marks my neck. Master ran his long fingers over those marks and then up to the collar he’d left on me. I saw his mouth contort in a modest snarl and he moved to undo his prior power. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him away, surprising him with my strength. I smiled wryly as he answered my mischievous gaze.

            “Seras… this collar no longer becomes your crimson beauty.” He referred to my uniform, stained scarlet since my transformation. I must say I like it better than the khaki yellow.

            “Master, I’m not enslaved to you by blood any more. I know that. I’m enslaved to you by choice.” He frowned at me, looking puzzled.

            “The nature of enslavement is not having a choice, you waif. Why, now that you have achieved completion and raised yourself to my level, would you choose to remain under my thumb?” He cupped my cheek and pulled my hips into his own. I could hear the hiss of annoyance in his voice. But I laughed and snaked my hand into his pants.

            “You idiot. I’m not forced to bend to your will any more, but I choose to because I love you. I trust you so much that I’m willing to let you abuse me and use me the way you want.” I kissed his open mouth and wrapped him in my arms. I snuck my body under and inside that huge red coat of his and touched the silky cloth of the black suit beneath. He smelled of musk and blood, sweet and tempting. He seemed astonished by my logic for a few moments and finally relented and ran his hands through my hair.

            “If this is what you want, prove it to me.” My muscles tensed, and a wide grin split my face. I let him go so he could see the manic determination in me.

            “As you wish, Master. I’ll give you all my strength and all my fire.” Without warning I leapt at him and got the advantage of surprise. I threw him into a stone wall so hard he rebounded before his back was pinned there by me. I knew my entire body must have been blazing with the same lust of battle that he always had back when we were still facing Millennium. I loved the noise ripped from his throat when he smacked straight backwards. And then I saw his body twitch, and knew our fight was going to start in earnest. A deep chuckle rose from within him and grew loud. He began to unleash himself, and his hair grew long and loose. Wildness spread across his face, and I could see the joints in his arms and shoulders begin to flex. I didn’t know what he was going to do, but I had to prove to him what I had become.

            Neither one of us held anything back. After my initial strike he unleashed his limbs and came at me, swift, strong, and unceasing. I leapt away from his thrashing black arms, his tendrils of energy, and dove between their reaching hands. I had twisted my own spectral energy, centered in the arm I lost during the battle with Zorin Blitz. I pushed and bounced myself off the stone walls to pierce his black-fire guard and strike at his body. He and I landed a few blows each, and yet reared back and came at each other again. We used no weapons, just our ravaging teeth, the strength in our fists, and the swirling scarlet-and-pitch liquid raw power of our bodies. When I saw him use this before it had always caused something in my stomach to clench. I saw it as cold black flames with a molten crimson center.

            Now we danced between and around each other’s metamorphosed forms, striking with wild frenzy yet with deadly accuracy. I took a hit hard to the jaw and felt Master’s snaking vines try to trap me. Momentum had propelled me toward a cluster of his “arms” like a net, but I sent my familiar out like a noose and trapped a writhing bundle of him in my own essence. I was able to pull myself away from his trap and landed on the stone floor. Catlike I leapt and flipped in the air, changing my gravity to keep myself on the ceiling. Then I ran down a length of the stone there, dusty with years, and charged toward my Master’s body. He was streaming power magnificently, his hair as wild as his metaphysical arms, and his red coat, tattered, flowing out behind him like a vivid shadow. Building up speed, I flung myself off the ceiling and dropped my full weight down on him with a sharp kick. I felt a satisfying thud as my boot-heel landed on the very crux where his white shirt peeked from beneath the black suit jacket. Breath forcibly expelled from his chest as my kick sent him flying into the floor. I had landed gracefully and maneuvered quickly to pounce onto his chest when he fell. I sat on him, on my haunches like a cat, and I grinned like a devil.

            “I’m not done with you, little minx.” Master bared his teeth at me, and it made my insides twitch with desire. We both knew that our fight would only end with teeth sunken into the other’s throat. Blood is always the reward and the incentive. Whichever one of us drank first would be the victor. Master wasted no time in grabbing my hair at the scalp and dragging my body off his chest. Lightning-quick my head met the cold stone floor hard enough to leave a crack. I let my hair grow wild like his so I could pull away to recover from the hit. My eyes felt like they’d spun in different directions. Scrambling around his disengaged body proved difficult- my feet had not yet caught up to the rest of me. I was recovering from his blow too slowly. My shadows writhed around me, blocking stray blows and attempts to capture my body. My mind cleared and I leapt back into the fray. This time I channeled a free-runner and sprinted up a wall, bouncing between the sides of the room with speed and a largely unpredictable pattern. Hand to hand, there is no one who can beat my Master. Eventually all of his enemies succumb to his ability to destroy. However, because he knows he is invincible, he tends to stand in one place while fighting and just take damage. Why? Because he can, after all.

            My movement had rendered me less easy to hit, and I wanted to pay him back for that dirty trick a minute ago. I could feel my cheeks stretched in an uncontrollable barbaric smile. My pulse was racing and pounding in my chest, my temples, my throat, and my womb. I had never felt so fucking turned on in all my life. I would show him how magnificent I could be, how strong, how fast, how elegantly vicious, and STILL I knew I would ultimately concede the fight. I knew I would feel his teeth in my throat and how utterly he would possess me. But for now all I could think of was how he would earn his domination over me with sweat and blood.

            My parkour antics ended with me body-slamming Master straight at the waist. This time he’d rooted himself and absorbed the blow pretty well. Not to be outdone by his wily tactics I loosed myself from his grip just barely in time; in doing so I destroyed the front of his outfit and tore the searing red coat from his shoulders. To taunt him I buried my face in it and inhaled before I threw it to the floor. This time he was irked enough to make a move.

            Master stripped off the ruined suit jacket and stood with his crisp white dress shirt unbuttoned and untucked. I saw his body become wisps of black fire, and from his torso the Hound began to emerge. I’d wondered how long it would take him to unleash it (heh, no pun intended) on his own dear sweet spawn. The Hound was quicksilver fast and bit like a straight razor, and it was all I could do to avoid its mouth when it came. I took to my bat-like wings of energy and carried myself over the hound, dropping close to its origin point from his body. My essence emerged and severed the Hound from its keeper, and the beast howled as it dispersed back into my Master’s body. Growling he seized me by the epaulettes and tore my uniform jacket asunder. Shreds of scarlet fabric littered the floor. I stood before him in just my bra, and slipped away before he could wrap his lithe fingers around my neck.

            “Is this how you want to play, my Master?” My mouth formed those scarlet, pomegranate-sweet words and sent them lilting into his ears to bewitch him, like I could bewitch human prey. He growled a laugh and began his assault again, and I felt my spine quiver in anticipation of feeling his blows blacken my skin. I felt the burning sting of his lashes whip across my mostly-bare back, and heard the ripping noise my skirt made as he tore it away too. Well, I had to get my revenge.

            I let my arm grow the size of my whole body and ended my extended witch fingers with talons, all in shimmering black. It took the utmost control to shred ONLY his pants and shirt, and leaving maybe a few minute nicks on his lovely alabaster skin. I brought my claws back to me and licked the stray blood droplets off their tips. I purred in heady satisfaction and beheld my Master in his bare glory. He snarled and I watch him morph his entire form this time. I sprang on my heels but he’d finished playing. I was quickly cocooned by his writhing hellfire body. From the ether his hands came, vividly forming white gloves on black matter, and he savaged my bra and panties. We were both naked now, both feral, and we knew that our fight had ceased to be flirtatious. We struck each other with full force and my body hungered for his raw strength to batter me into the floor. I landed a punch on his jaw, he threw me over his shoulder. I swept his legs from underneath him and sent him hard onto his back, and he caught a kick in my stomach. Both of us stood, and slowly glanced over our beloved addiction. We knew together that it would come down to the final charge, and a victor would be decided.

            I mustered all my strength then, and knew Master was doing the same. In a rage and a rush we stampeded, teeth bared in ghastly smiles. It ended when we crashed ourselves together. I landed on my back hard. I felt Master throw my legs wide and sink his cock into me savagely at the same moment his teeth tore into my neck. I relented control, as I had always intended to, and my body filled with rapturous delight. I’d been pretty wet, so sliding into me as he had wasn’t at all difficult or painful, it was an act of his dominance. His mouth greedily drank and sent pulsations of orgasmic joy through my womb. I gave every inch of myself to his thirst and his lust. Master fucked me like a man starving for a woman’s body. He fucked me like we hadn’t met in a thousand long years.

            I gave a terse scream, joyous and desperate all the same, for the full possession of my innermost depths. His hands bruised my pale skin, but I loved the marks that declared what had been done to me. Our bodies met with a ferocious need that is older than worlds- the need of feral and filthy pleasure- fucking, whether raw and harsh, or slow and passionate.

            As Master met me with fury, my slickness did not thwart his enjoyment of my tightness. His cock was clenched on all sides by my pussy; I am an expert at the control of my muscles. As he sank deepest into the furnace that I became, I squeezed, gripping his cock as if I were petrified to lose it. I begged Master to satisfy his rage inside me, and fill my womb. My hips began to thrash against his in perfect, involuntary rhythm, a result of some mutinous scheme my body had wrought.

            His cock and the pleasure it gave me was too much to bear. My screams faded because I had no voice left. My mind had gone white, and all that was writ therein was the immense rapture that filled my insides. As the tautness, heat and intensity built inside my pussy, I felt the beginning of the end of my freedom and my ability to resist his ravages. He had discovered the perfect, tumultuous pace to melt my insides, and I cannot help but wish to enjoy such frenzied fucking until I was sore and bleeding…

            The nighttime hours passed in our rutting. We fucked until thoroughly exhausted, until the sun had already passed its zenith, until we could both no longer even stand to lie together for sweat and the soreness of our respective parts. I looked like someone had taken a tire iron to my body, but that would be easily fixed. Lying sprawled in a grand bed of his typical make, Master and I fell asleep, him still inside me, my womb still full of his seed. We slept into the night and came to consciousness after the moon was already high and weeping for my 30 years of lost chastity. As soon as our open eyes had met, instead of admonishment, he kissed me passionately, desperately, several times. And his whisper afterward dissolved my heart like a sugar lump and I knew I could never, ever NOT belong to him.

            “Seras Victoria. My little wild dandelion.”
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The Joys of Submission: by Seras Victoria