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A
limão – Le citron - Die zitrone – el limon

Ok,
you get the idea…

It’s
mild, not the whole… fruit salad… whatever that means…

This
chapter is NOT in FF.net. Just to be safe.

“Oh
no... hell no...” I said in the verge of a violent outburst.

“I'm
sorry, those were my orders, to tell you this—.” Seras
said almost pouting.

“I
will not be information retrieval! I am not sick! I am going through
a normal cycle—God it's as human as it can get!! This is
discrimination in the workplace I will sue!!!”

“But
you're not being fired or anything... just transferred for 3 days...
until your period goes away.”

“3
days!!!?? Hell no, I will speak to whoever gave you this—.”

“Sir
Hellsing.”

Silence.

I
kicked the trashcan beside my shelf, this action making my knives
fall off my boots. “Oh great...”

“What
happened to your boots?”

“Yesterday
the compartments got all screwed up... now I can't carry them...”

“Did
you tell Walter?”

“Yeah,
but... no, he can do that Sunday... I need my boots I can't look as
if I can't do my job.”

“There
is nothing going on right now so...”

“I
need a beer—.”

“I'm
so sorry...”

“It's
ok it's not your fault” I opened the beer hastily. “...this
sucks... does that happen to you?”

“I
don't get it anymore...”

“Lucky...”
I mumbled and gulped down... a big gulp. “The truth is I hate
it too... I've been feeling weak today... and I understand it is
dangerous to work like this around freaks and ghouls and all that.
But I don't get it, why now... it's not like it has been the
first time I have been to a mission like this...”

She
shrugged.

“Whatever...”
I gulped down more beer. “I saw your Master yesterday... he
does look paler than usual...”

“Haven't
been able to sneak anything else... I feel bad... like I'm failing
him.” She dropped her body on my bed.

“No,
I'm sure he doesn't want you to get in trouble... something will come
up... Sir Hellsing is not stupid, she knows he's Hellsing's trump
card... she can't afford to loose him...”

“But
I don't want to see him like this...”

“Hmm...”
More gulping. “Hey is there a way I can call you or something
when I want you to come over?”

“Not
that I know of... we have no phones down there, so...”

“That
sucks...” I was going to say something about her not deserving
this but I have said it so many times that I don't want to cause a
riot or anything.

“I'm
going to return downstairs to check on the status of events...”

“Have
fun... I'll be IR after all!! London has to be sinking for me to go
out tonight!!” I said sarcastically.

“Bye...
I'll tell you everything that happens tonight... if something
happens...”

“Thanks...”
I said unenthusiastically. She left lazily, closing the door behind
her. “Not even backup... how embarrassing... I'm first action,
for god's sakes...”

I
heard a distant dark chuckle behind my door.

“Not
tonight vampire... I am not in the mood.” I whispered.

Plus
I was upset with him. He yelled at me in last night's mission. Ok, it
was my fault, but I hate to be yelled at. As always I was exiting the
mission for him to take over, but decided, in my stubborn mind, that
I wanted to see him in action. I sneaked back in, and got my dosage
of action. Not only did I see him morph into the most horrible,
diabolical shapes I could never imagine, but also got grabbed by my
shirt, pulled up in the air, scolded and yelled in some weird
language, by him. Yes, I had disobeyed a direct order. But don't
fucking yell at me.

It
was worth it though. I have to say I respect him more now. If I
wasn't so weird, I would have snapped with what I saw. And if it
wasn't for those seals on his hands, I wouldn't even talk to him
again. What the hell is he anyway...

But
if I was going to be here doing nothing then what the hell right? I
stood up and walked to the door.

“Hey...”
I said and looked at him for a few seconds. “...you look like
shit.”

“Thank
you... I'm doing great how about you?”

“Seras
was right... you look deader than ever...”

“Never
felt better too...” He said sarcastically.

“Next
time you want to scold me, at least make sure my feet are touching
the ground... it is kind of hard to land correctly specially if one
is exhausted and scared all at the same time...”

“I
didn't ask for company.”

“Anyway,
it was rude... don’t do it again.”

“As
long as you're not present I don't see why I have to do it again...”

“Ok
fine, fine I did wrong, happy? Now I'm fucking IR... give me a
goddamn break...”

“Your
mouth is dirtier than usual... and you kiss Brendon with that same
mouth... what a shame...”

“...
go away then...” I grabbed the door to close it.

“Actually...”
He put his hand inside so it wouldn't close. “I need a favor.”

“A
favor? I don't do favors today, man... I'm surfing the crimson wave
and that's enough to make me pretty much not-favor material...”

“Then
I could help you too, more than you think...”

“Explain...”

“But
I need you to have an open mind and listen to me.”

“I
have a feeling this is not going to be very good to hear.”

“Depends
on the way you see it.”

“I'm
having second thoughts about listening to you.”

“Please,
milady... I need your help—ask for anything in exchange but I
NEED this...” He walked closer to me, making emphasis in that
he NEEDED this.

“What
is it...”

“I
need your blood.”

“No
can do... I am loosing a lot right now—.”

“That's
my point.”

“No
comprende.”

“I
need that blood you are already loosing...”

Silence.

“Oh
god, this is—.”

“It
might sound very bad in your mind... but to me is nothing but food.”

“Wait
but how do I do that—and where are you helping me?”

“I
know you hate this and want to get rid of it... I can have it all at
once and you won't have to worry about the next days.”

“You
mean, accelerate the thing?”

“No,
I can have it all at once.”

“But
how 'have it'? If you're not accelerating it then how do you have
it?”

Silence.

“I...
think I'm not going to like your answer...”

“From
you of course.” He was very serious which made it very
alarming.

“From
me?” Processing... “...is it... what I think you are
thinking...”

“Yes
it is...”

My
eyes have never been this wide in my life.

“YOU
ARE OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND if you think I'm going to let you—.”

“Do
not think of it—.”

“Excuse
me? How the hell should I see it then?”

“...
charity?...”

“Charity
my ass... you're crazy.”

“No,
I am just hungry.”

“Kill
a squirrel.”

“I
would love to do it but I can't.”

“Not
even a rat or a mouse?”

“Nothing
that implies violence I already told you...”

“You
do look bad...”

“I'm
still being starved you know this...”

“...shit...”
I felt so guilty. “No, I'll give you tampons or anything
instead of flushing them but I am not...” I trailed off. Just
the thought was... wrong.

“It
is not the same.”

“It's
either this or nothing... your choice.”

“I
will get you the books you wanted.”

“What
books.”

“The
old manuscripts... I will get them for you... all of them.”

“...the
handwritten ones in—Jesus... no, no it's just—no...”

“Name
your price.”

“No!
I can't just let you—NO!”

Silence.

“Fine...”
He turned on his heels and started to slowly walk away. “We
both know you could get more things out of this than me...”

“Excuse
me?”

“Your
self-righteousness is working against you...”

“
Come
on, say what you want to say... tell me, what it's so bad about not
letting some strange guy eat me out just because... I don't see my
mistake...” I was pissed. He has a nerve.

“Who
was planning on practically using Brendon to satisfy her
Hedonist desires?”

“What
the hell—.”

“I
was there, remember? How your blood began running hot to the verge of
boiling in anger as he walked away and didn't succumb to your needy
body language—.”

“You
need to get a life—.”

“I
should be saying that, milady... who was pulling me down to the bed
and after hearing a playful warning pushed me away? Your head filled
with moralistic thoughts; blocking your true desires, clouding them?
You know you want this too... you just want to play a 'hard to get'
game with yourself... with yourself, I stress, because thanks
to my curse, I can see your real thoughts...”

Silence.
What could I say to him? He is right.

“Good
night to you...” He said changing his tone to a pleasing one
and saluting with his hat.

“Ok...”
He stopped walking. “You know, it's taking lots from me to
accept this but you are right...” I went back in and took my
half full beer and gulped it all down at once. “I need to
shower first... and, I don't know... any ground rules or something?”
I seriously could not look at him right now.

“You
are the one who likes rules.” I heard him inside the room.

“Let
me think it over as I shower...” I said and went to the
fridge. “I need some of these...”

“Anything
you need...”

I
took some beers to the bathroom with me. Ok, he was right, I needed
to enjoy this... and to do that, I needed to be relaxed. I was not
planning on getting drunk, but at least a little buzz. I had one beer
before showering, as I thought what rules I should put down. Nothing
came to mind. And the more I had to drink, the less I thought about
it.

I
decided it was better if I wore something that didn't need too much
undressing. So I just slipped a cami that reached down to below my
butt and left the underwear out. I put on a new tampon since I didn't
know how long everything was going to take to... start; I didn't want
to get my sheets dirty...

I
can't believe I'm doing this...

I
walked out of my bathroom to find him looking around at my stuff. Not
touching, just looking. I came out having the last drops of my third
bottle of the day and set it on the table. He turned my way.

“I'm
ready to listen to the rules...”

“No
rules...” I said and felt the ground kind of unstable.
“...just that if I say NO... it's NO...”

“Fair
enough, milady.”

“Cut
it out... you don't have to get formal with me now...”

“As
you wish...”

“So,
how are we doing this? Do you have any preferences or something?”

“Preferences?”

“I
don't know, a way to do this... did you have something in mind...
it's just weird cause—I don’t know...”

“Have
you done this before?”

“Yeah...
but not—I mean I haven't fed anyone like this—or at all
if that's what you mean... but yeah I have had this done to me
before...”

“hmm...”

I
walked to the fridge and got another beer.

“...
one thing though...” I said as I saw him sit on my bed. “I'm
not saying strip for me or anything of the sort but at least don't
make me feel bad with all that stuff on you...”

“Do
you have an idea of what I should take off?”

“Not
really... just—like when we went to get stuff remember? Or how
ever you feel comfortable.” He stood up and began to take off
his coat, suit jacket, cravat, hat and glasses.

“Gloves?”

“If
you're planning on touching me, please...” I said gulping down
a little of beer from my new bottle.

“Off
they come...” He said with a smirk.

“hmm.”
I'm shaking again. “I have a question...”

“It
will cost you.” He sing-songed.

“Whatever...
I'll ask it... you take what you need then...”

“I
think you are having a lot to drink already, judging by your
answers...”

“...
bleh...” He chuckled. “... how long?”

“How
long...”

“...been
with a woman...”

“With
her consent?”

“I
think I shouldn't have asked...”

“Yes,
a century... with her consent of course...”

“Damn...
you're a monster...”

“That
I am...”

“But
wait—how can you get an erection if you don't have a
heartbeat...”

He
chuckled.

“It
makes no sense...”

“Many
things you will feel tonight will make no sense... so try and not
find any...” He said with a smile. Yes, a smile.

“Excuse
me Mr. Sex Machine... I will not ask any more questions then...”

I
bowed mockingly.

“High
amounts of alcohol in the blood ruin the taste, milady—.”

“Ok—ok...
sorry. I'm done.” I said and walked to the bed and let my butt
fall beside him. I put the bottle, half a beer, right beside the bed.
“Ok... it's like going to the gyno...” I sing-songed to
calm myself. I dragged myself up the bed with my arms, always keeping
my legs closed, since I wasn't wearing anything underneath and he was
kind of... anxious. And staring.

He
brought my knees a bit high which I almost protested about since
again I am not wearing underwear, but he wasn't looking in that
direction.

“Ready?”
He whispered as he rubbed his chin against my knee.

“He
asks, how sweet...” I said sarcastically. I felt his hand
caressing me down my thigh and suddenly... the tampon came off,
without even touching me. “Go ahead... help yourself...”
I said and rested back, not wanting to see his face. Embarrassment
was eating my insides.

I
felt his stubble less cheek slide down my inner thigh and I sighed.
Damn, he was not wasting any time. His hands spread apart my knees
softly and again I sighed. This is just... insane. I was just waiting
for contact. I was so nervous, I don’t know... embarrassed
too... so many things together...

I
felt a smooth, cold caress right in my center. Not pushing itself in,
just... there, kind of just in the entrance. I gasped. It felt...
strange but good. What I remembered from my last time was hot breath
and warm moist. But this was not warm at all... and the smoothness
was just... yes, inhuman. And with that he stopped. Why? Maybe I had
ruined the taste with the alcohol? Maybe he... didn't like it now?
Because everyone who went school once knows this is NOT only blood.
So I peeked a bit in his direction to see what was happening.

I
also felt a cold current of air between my legs and realized it had
been a sigh. As I looked in his direction, he was rubbing his face
against my inner thigh... eyes closed... in what seemed, complete
ecstasy. His lips were parted and I caught the right moment when his
fangs got longer. He's panting and it looks like he's savoring the
first drink. How's this for my ego...

He
gave little nibbles at the skin of my inner thigh directed downward,
going back to where he gave that first lick.

And
I have to say, that from the second one on... I couldn't put thoughts
together anymore...

Soon
he didn't have to maintain my legs apart because I was making room
for him. My hands swam around my frame, not knowing where to hold on
to. Currents of pleasure spread in all directions from the skin he
was touching with his cool tongue, making me forget where I was. Not
only making me forget in which plane of existence I was... but I was
getting louder by the second and there were people around at this
time. One of his hands kept bringing me to him by my thigh and the
other traveled up, uncovering half my body, teasing my breasts with a
soft touch. It finally rested on my hip, also bringing me to him. I
had absolutely no complaints.

Goddamn...
if I had a slave like this... I would be ordering him around too, if
I was Integra... and not exactly to go get me some undead killed.

This
thought made a chuckle rumble through my lower half and brought me
closer and closer to my first orgasm. And to make everything
better.... he began to softly purr against me. I kept invoking and
offending God over and over again as his licks became longer and not
only concentrated on my entrance but everything else... including
that sensitive nub that was calling for attention for a while
already.

Like
reading my thoughts, he went to it and quenched every desire for
attention it had. I was very pleased with this attention. As I was so
so so close to climax, I felt something soft and feathery travel up
my body under my cami and twirl softly around my nipples, one at a
time. But... one hand of his was under my knee, stimulating a hidden
spot there which I learned I had, the other was going up and down my
body, caressing my stomach, keeping me in place... so... what was
doing this up here? I remembered what he said and just blocked the
questioning away... it was glorious, I didn't care.

I
left the bed... and I swear not only the bed. I felt as if I was
leaving my body and the room… everything. I couldn't feel my
legs. God. Damn. My hand met his arm for more release, my short nails
on his skin must had been on the verge of drawing blood. Intelligible
curses came out of my mouth in every language I knew... as he kept
going. And going and didn't stop as I had something like the longest
orgasm in the history of existence. My back is going to hate me for
this tomorrow. Damn it... if this is what he's going to make me feel,
I'm going to have a heart attack today... I don't think I can take
another one like this.

I
felt another chuckle coming from him and I knew I had dared him. So
he was going to see me orgasm as much as he could and wanted. For the
first time in my life I was happy to see someone win. Scared for my
heart, but my body was screaming for more... and so was my mind.

And
he did just that. Orgasm after orgasm I felt the life being pulled
out of me; but in the sweetest way. At this pace I thought I was
going to seriously die. And it didn't feel so bad.

But
a numbness that started to spread through my head alerted me; this is
serious I have to make him stop...

“A-Al—stop
please—st—.”

“Just
a few more drops... and I will be done...”

“You're...
killing... me” The numbness was starting to scare me.

“Done.”

But
he didn't stop immediately. He gradually began to now, caress
my center with his cool tongue and suck softly on my smooth lower
lips. The numbness started to subside and a feeling of extreme
relaxation filled my body. My moans were not energetic as before,
they were more like loud sighs. How many levels of good can one use
in a sentence? It is beyond vocabulary, I can't say anything else
about it.

I
felt him coming up, kissing and nibbling my uncovered body as he
crawled up the bed to me. I arched unashamedly toward him giving his
hand room under my back to squeeze and caress... pretty much
everything he wanted. And so he did.

“I
hate you... you're spoiling me big time...” I said, the alcohol
talking.

“You
flatter me, Officer...” He was now feasting on my naked
breasts. My legs suddenly turned into binds.

“I
don't know why I like it that you call me that... sounds kind of
kinky how you say it...” Serious alcohol doing the talking
here.

“...
and I'm sure you like that…” His deep voice traveled
through my body, making my skin vibrate and tingle.

“--I
can't even kiss Clay without comparing... now can you believe if
he—damn it I hate you—.” He was now nibbling on
that place where the neck turns into shoulder. “Was everything
ok—.”

“
Ambrosial...”
He purred into my ear and I smiled devilishly. I began to unbutton
his shirt with incredible speed; alcohol does give me new abilities.

“I
like your skin...” I whispered innocently and opened his shirt
as I began now giving him bites on his neck down to his shoulder. “I
really want to touch it and... lick it and—.”

“Help
yourself...” He almost grunted in response to my actions while
I felt him looking to the side. I looked at what had caught his
attention and caught a second of the forgotten beer bottle coming to
his hand... yes it coming TO his hand.

“God,
you're so cool...” I said a bit slurred and he took a good
gulp of the beer with a wicked smile on his lips enough as to not
spill it on him.

“I
assume you don't feel like tasting yourself—this is
horrible...” He said rapidly and looking at the bottle, his
tone changing mid sentence after rapidly swallowing.

“Yeah
it is... that's why it makes me feel better...” My hands
couldn't stay still. Even as I talked or try to put thoughts
together.

“I'll
bring wine next time...” He purred again in my ear and kissed
me.

“You're
welcome every month...” Alcohol turns me into a slut.

We
kissed and rolled around some more... until I began to open up his
pants.

“What
are you doing Officer?” He played innocent.

“What
do you think?” I purred as I was still kissing him. He rolled
around a bit more so I was under him again, but I wasn't desisting on
stripping him of his pants.

“My
willpower is almost betraying me... so... I think you should...”
I wasn't letting him speak, almost biting his lips. “...sleep...”

“Huh?”
And slowly I started to loose focus on everything. From then on I
can't remember anything else.

The
horror…

I
have been accused of SI (self-insert).

You
will know when I do SI when my story has:

-
A massive Hellsing orgy including: Alucard, Anderson, Maxwell, Pip,
Luke V., the Captain … and out of nowhere other people will
show up to ‘help’, like Dante from DMC, his big bro
Vergil, Vincent V. from Advent Children (FFVII) and… I guess
that’s it. Oh and of course me.

Or

-The
above mentioned would be residents in my Mansion and do house chores,
topless. Young Walter will be the head butler.

Or/And

-I
would have Kiba as a pet instead of a dog. And the Hellhound would
hate him to pieces. So it would be entertaining to watch them spar.

I
rest my case. :D
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