Disclaimer: I do not own Hellsing or anything connected to it.
Hi people! Completely new idea here. This will have a lot of lemon and a few hints of some S&M sort of stuff, so if you're not really into that, then this isn't for you. You have been warned.
Funnily enough, this idea came to me while I was watching 'From Dusk Till Dawn'. Don't ask me what the connection is, because I don't know either. This is just kind of plotless smex. Enjoy reading!
Dedicated to Telcontarian, because she's not feeling very well at the moment so I'm hoping this will cheer her up. Possibly not the most appropriate thing to dedicate to someone, but don't think she'll mind. (Read: I hope she doesn't)
Let Me Be Master Tonight, Master
Seras Victoria strode quietly down the dark basement corridors of the Hellsing Manor towards Alucard's room. She walked with purpose; she knew what she was doing, she had a reason for being there. She was dressed in her usual ankle boots and black thigh-high stockings, but instead of the rest of her uniform she was wearing a pair of tiny black hot pants, and a tight black corset laced up her back which was only just managing to keep her large breasts hidden in some twisted form of decency. She also had two black ribbons tied to her blond hair just above her ears.
"Just wait until you find out what's in store for you tonight, master," she said aloud.
She reached the door to Alucard's chambers, and stood outside it, wondering how to proceed. She was hoping to surprise her master for once, and so she did not want him woken by the creaking of his door. She but one of her hands on the door handle and another on the door itself, and quietly opened it, pushing very slowly so that it would not make a sound. To someone's credit, it didn't, despite being a very old steel door. 'Someone's taking good care of this place. If my plan works I'll have to thank them, whoever it is,' she thought to herself.
The door opened enough for her to slip herself inside quietly, she shut the door just as quietly behind her. She looked around. Alucard's coffin lay open, with him in it. He had taken his coat and hat off and lain them on the floor next to his coffin; where his sunglasses were, she could not see. He had also taken his waistcoat off. He lay in his coffin wearing his black trousers and a white shirt with the neck unbuttoned.
She tiptoed quietly up to his cold, dead corpse. He lay sleeping peacefully. His eyes were open but they were filmed over. His nose quivered, as though he could smell her. She smiled, and leaned forward, her lips brushing his, and then pressing down on them. He did not respond for a few seconds, then his teeth snapped together and his fangs bit down into her lower lip. She smiled, feeling him drain a slight amount of blood out of her. That was what she wanted; and was only him finding out who stood over him. His eyes opened, staring directly into hers. Surprise registered for the slightest of moments.
"Good evening, Master," she whispered.
"Po- Seras..." he began.
She put her hand over his mouth, cutting him off.
"Ssh, no talking my Master, tonight just enjoy."
She climbed into his coffin, straddling him across his thighs. Leaning forward, she began to kiss his jaw.
"Seras, what..." he was cut off again by her biting through his windpipe. His blood flowed freely down his chest, and a breathy noise came from the holes in his throat as he tried to continue.
"I said no talking, Master. Just enjoy," she said, smiling flirtatiously.
He closed his mouth. She continued to kiss down his jaw. The wound on his neck closed, but his blood was still soaking his chest. Her fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Her mouth continued to kiss down his neck, her lips dabbing in his blood. She reached up and kissed his lips, letting him taste his own blood. His shirt was unbuttoned now, and she ran her hands over the tight, pale skin of his chest. Her mouth continued town over his chest, stopping at his hardened nipples. She took one of them in her mouth, licking and biting it, drawing a grunt from his lips. Her left hand continued to massage his chest and stomach muscles. She bit down hard on his nipple, drawing blood. Her head drew back and her fingers went to the wound, her fingers trailing through the blood.
"Do you like this, Master? Shall I continue?"
He nodded, and opened his mouth to speak. "Y..."
She slapped him across the cheek, hard.
"Ah ah, what did I tell you about talking?"
She was teasing him, and he knew it. His hands reached up behind her, and found the ties on her corset. He struggled with them for a moment while she drew her fingers across her upper breasts, leaving a trail of his blood on them. The corset came loose, and her liberated breasts came forth, her nipples pink and erect. She drew her fingers over one of them, rubbing it slightly, a circular stain of blood on appearing on her nipple. She leaned forward, allowing him to lick her breasts, his tongue following the trail of blood until they reached the nipple. She jerked back, denying him the contact. He frowned, his tongue still hanging out his mouth. She leaned forward again, her own tongue finding his, until her mouth caught up and enclosed both their tongues. Her teeth bit down, stabbing into his tongue, almost biting the tip off. Blood gushed, and he grunted again, snapping his tongue back unto his mouth. She smiled wickedly.
She continued to kiss down his chest, over his taught abdomen and down his navel. Her lips stopped at the hem of his trousers, her breasts rubbing the growing mound at his crotch through the fabric of his trousers. He grunted again, and looked at her in frustration. She smiled wickedly again, her fangs showing. Her teeth locked around the clasp of his trousers, undoing them. The drew the zip down with one of her fangs, and then sat up.
"You might need to help a little here."
Her hands fastened around the hem of his trousers to pull them down, when they disappeared entirely. She looked at him, his lips smiling darkly.
"Or there's always that way..." she muttered.
She scooted her legs down to straddle his knees, her head level with his shaft. She looked at it, tall and stiff, and smiled to herself. Her head dipped, and she began to flicker her lips along his inner thighs. He groaned in frustration, causing her to smile again. His hands went to her breasts, kneading them with his hands before pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She moaned, and paused a moment so he could continue. He started to roll her nipples between his fingers, causing her to moan again before she used her hands to pin his arms at his sides.
"That's enough of that behavior," she teased.
He smiled. Her head dipped to his thighs again, brushing them slightly with her lips, before moving her mouth to above his shaft. She looked up, saw the expression on his face, and smiled. Her head dipped to take his tip in her mouth, tongue licking. He groaned in pleasure. Seras smiled inwardly, and slowly began to slide her mouth down his shaft, her moist lips sliding easily over his skin. He groaned again. She began to slide her head up and down, mouth sucking and biting lightly, tongue licking, her fingers tickling what her mouth wasn't covering. His groans came faster and louder, in time with the movements of her head. His hips began to buck upwards as her head lowered, and she felt his tip hit the back of her throat. She smiled again, and raised her head, his straining shaft sliding out of her mouth, sodden and glistening with her saliva. He looked at her smiling evilly at him, his red orbs full of frustration. She scooted up his legs again, until her center was rubbing against the base of his shaft, drawing a moan from both of them. She looked down at him, smiling flirtatiously again. Her thumbs hooked the hem of her hotpants.
"These might be a little more tricky than your trousers," she whispered.
She pulled them down slightly until strands of blond hair were visible.
"I don't suppose you want me to get up to take them off, do you?"
His hands went to the hem of her hotpants as well, growling, he ripped them off, leaving them ruined on the floor of his room. Her lower lips glistened wetly. He smiled, and the tips of his first two fingers slid inside her before she snatched his hand away.
"No, Master. Be patient, it will come," she said, grinning.
He growled again, his hands going to her shoulders, his body trying to twist them over so he would be on top. She braced herself against the side of the coffin, stopping his efforts.
"Don't, Master. Let me be the Master tonight."
He let his hands drop to his hips. She could see from his smile that he was enjoying himself. She lifted herself up, and impaled herself on his shaft. She gasped as she felt something tear inside of her, blood washing out of her over his hips, but pleasure soon overtook her. She started to rock her hips against him, grinding their pelvic bones together and driving his shaft deep into her. He moaned, and his hips bucked upwards again, making her moan as well. She rocked her hips faster, driving him deeper and deeper into herself with each thrust. His hips began to buck upwards in time with her movements. A sensation was growing in her stomach, pulsating, growing larger in time with his thrusts. She continued to rock her hips, bouncing up and down on his thighs, both of them moaning deeply. The sensation suddenly flared, and a feeling of pure joy raced through her whole body. She screamed his name in pleasure. She felt more than heard his answering shout as he came inside her.
They both stared into the other's eyes. She thought she saw something in his that was different, but she couldn't see what it was. She leaned forward, his shaft still inside her, and rested her head on her shoulder. She licked his neck before whispering in his ear:
"I love you, Master. Alucard."
Well? Did you like it? I hope you did! Feel free to review and tell me what you thought, good or bad. If you didn't like it, then feel free to tell me, but no flames. If you thought it was too graphic, well, you were warned at the top of the page. This was not beta'd so sorry for any mistakes. Again, feel free to point them out to me.