Disclaimer:I do not own Hellsing or its characters.
"Well I won, Master. When do I get my prize?" Alucard asked.
Integral Hellsing wondered when she would ever learn – making a wager with a vampire was not the smartest to do. But, she had been sure that York would've have won the match. i How in the hell did he know? If she hadn't known better, Integral would have sworn that Alucard had influenced the game himself. No matter which club she chose, Alucard always picked the winning team.
"Fine, Alucard." Integral snapped at him.
"So what do you want to give to me this time, Master - your body or blood?"
Integral glared at him. He always gave her the same choice and knew very well that Integral was not ready to give him her body – yet. "You know my answer, Servant."
"Ahh, your blood. I would have preferred your body, Integral." Alucard looked at his Master's body hungrily. "But, your blood is delicious."
Integral sat down on the sofa and grabbed the letter opener. She made a small incision in her wrist as Alucard knelt on the floor. She held her wrist out to him and Alucard took it in his hand and licked the first few drops of blood. Her blood tasted like the sweetest substance in the universe to him. Alucard sucked harder on her wrist drawing blood directly from her vein. The action caught Integral off guard. She moaned as a swoon filled her body. She couldn't help but run her fingers through Alucard long, soft hair. Alucard purred while he continued to drink Integral's warm, sweet, noble blood.
Integral knew she should push him away but the bliss of the feeding was winning over her self-control. And now Alucard had released his shadows. She made a mental note not to bet on football with her servant. His shadows worked their way inside of Integral's clothes, caressing every inch of her body and arousing her in ways she never dreamt of. Integral could feel a climax starting to build as a single shadow pushed inside of her as others stroked her down below. Integral bucked her hips in response to the shadow's movements. Her muscles tightened and relaxed as Alucard's shadow shagged her. Integral felt the sensations reach an end as a feeling of total relaxation settled over her body. She would have smiled if it weren't for the smug look on Alucard's face. The bastard always got his way.
Alucard laid his head on Integral's lap and asked her how she liked it. Integral refused to answer. "I'll answer your question, Alucard, if you tell me how it is you always win."
Alucard didn't answer – instead he got up to leave. He grinned at the smell of the sex in the room. He thought of the night before and the beautiful young man that he had kept up all night in the hotel room. It was a shame that their fun had affected his performance in the game, wasn't it?
Note: York is an English soccer club. The "beautiful young man" that Alucard refers to at the end is entirely fictional.