First time writing a Smut flic so my apologies if it's a bit ass... Honestly I have no real explanation for this, so I felt it needed a little context. I have been working heavily on a FF7 OC fanfiction, rediscovered Hellsing at random, and reread the original Dracula. This is the result, an OC from another fandom / Dracula era Vladcard (Don't ask, I don't fucking know). This was originally going to be a short little PWP, but it grew. I didn't want to put this under crossover because it really isn't, so w/e.
Voy, heavy teasing, D/s, fun stuff. I blame Vladcards' mustache. GOODDAY!
Btw I kept Quincy Morris alive in this. No reason really, I just like him. He and Seward are really the only protagonists that didn't annoy me in Dracula.
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Teasing Chained Dragons
Lightning rippled across the sky and sporadically illuminated the small carriage that rolled along a muddy rural road. It bounced and rocked precariously; the rough roads, fierce winds, and brisk pace nearly shaking the horse drawn vehicle apart. Its driver was bundled tightly in a thick traveling coat to ward off the wind and rain. Inside the carriage was dry, but no less miserable. Three men sat squeezed into the front seats of the carriage warily eyeing the pale man seated next to their groups' leader at the back. No one else would sit next to the Count turned servant, so Abraham had willingly drawn the short straw. The carriage itself was only large enough to seat four comfortably and with the addition of the Counts intimidating presence it felt even more claustrophobic. The rumbling of the storm made the tension within the cramped cab unbearable.
Abraham had watched his vampire intently the entire trip. He was uncertain of the strength of the binds that kept the monster at bay. So far they held, but Abraham was no master in such black magic's and even he had to admit the seals and binds were a bit cobbled together. Arthur had been in the best shape so far and had volunteered to drive the carriage. The others still weren't certain if they would rather be out there then in here though.
The wounded Quincy simply looked exhausted and Dr. Seward shared the same drawn look. Jonathan was by far the worst off, his nerves frayed from the stress of the ordeal they had endured and the source of it all sitting across from him. After several days dealing with the beast they were all stretched to their mental limits.
Their prey had been defeated but stubbornly refused to die. They loped off his head… it reattached. They staked him, burned him, scalded him with holy water, left him in the sun, and with each attempt they had grown more frantic; and he, more amused. The vampire king had been too weak to give more than a mocking grin, but they had no doubt that if they allowed him to regain his strength for even a moment it would have been their last. After nailing the Count into his own coffin and sealing it with host and scripture they had returned to Dracula's castle to regroup. Abraham had scoured through the Counts libraries and his own books in an effort to find a way to deal with the monster.
In the end they were left with a disgruntled, but so far placid, vampire and a much drained Hellsing. Literally, among other components, it had taken an alarming amount of Abraham's own blood to bind the creature. This unfortunately left the Count mostly restored, though a bit of salt and pepper gray was scattered throughout his black mane and roguish face. He had strength enough to restore his appearance and the damages done by the hunters, but it was more for show then anything. The binds had held, and aside from grating at his captors' nerves he was powerless. He wouldn't tell them that though. If they wanted to burn themselves to the wick from anxiety, then it was a simple joy he would partake in.
After it was all done they set out to return to England. No one had really put much thought into how they would get home only that they wanted desperately to be on familiar ground. Mina had left early on to see to arrangements for a train and ship across the channel. And so they ended up crammed into the tiny carriage along with the newly bound vampire. Jonathan had suggested leaving him in the coffin that was strapped to the carriages top, but Abraham didn't want to risk it. The vampire would strengthen with access to his coffin and soil, and Abraham would much rather be able to keep an eye on him. The others had agreed and Jonathan was left at the merciless glare of his former captor. Which amused the hell out of Vlad… really, aside from the failed attempts at killing him this was almost fun. He was still confident he could figure a way out of the situation and was content to simply enjoy tormenting the fools. Though the fact that the great Vlad Dracula had been reduced to an uncomfortable annoyance left a bitter tinge to it.
The trip was a long one and when the hellish storm had started to bombard them they knew it would force at least another day's travel on them. No one said it but they all blamed the vampire for the unnaturally fierce gale, though he would have taken credit for it already if it had been. It would be another full day before they reached a village to get any real rest.
A particularly close lightning strike forced them to a stop as Arthur had to calm the spooked horses. After a few moments the group inside heard a sharp cry of alarm. Arthur had to fight against wind to pull open the carriage door and Seward stood to aid him. Tucked under the large nobleman's arm was a tall thin woman. She was soaked to the bone and her medium length white hair was plastered to her face by the icy rain.
"Take her, she's freezing! God help her, the horses would have trampled her if we hadn't stopped," Arthur said as he passed the limp oddly dressed woman to the Doctor. "The lightning hit a tree. She was unconscious on the road; I wouldn't have even seen her trough the storm if the lightning hadn't stopped us."
Dr. Seward shook his head in astonishment, "Where the heavens did she come from? There isn't a town or village for at least another days ride." Abraham pulled off his large coat to cover her as Dr. Seward pealed the soaked clothes from her slender from.
"What odd clothes," The Doctor said as he held up the thick sleeveless black turtleneck and fairly baggy black pants.
She was definitely not dressed for the areas conditions. Seward left her what modesty he could and kept her in the thin undergarments she wore. Arthur nodded at the Doctor, seeing as he had things in hand, and went to return to the driver's seat. They were already behind and could afford no more delays. Quincy shifted as he pulled out a small flask and offered it to the Doctor. He took it with a nod.
"Thank you. We must get some warmth in her, she is most certainly hypothermic."
The Count watched their fretting with bored disinterest before commenting dryly, "You should not pick up what you find on the side of the road, there's no telling where it's been." Aside from a glare from Hellsing his comment was ignored and he huffed in irritation.
Jonathan rubbed one of the woman's cold hands trying to force some warmth into them, "Her hands are like ice. Why would anyone be out in such weather?" Dr. Seward shook his head in response. He gingerly tipped the flask at the woman's lips allowing a small amount to trickle in.
The reaction was immediate and shockingly swift. She gave a sharp choking noise and her eyes flew open. They were icy blue pools of light. The flask rang sharply as it hit the floor, spilling its contents. Dr. Seward's back was slammed against the roof of the carriage as the woman held him up with one hand by the front of his shirt. She went from lying to standing so quickly it left them stunned. Their shock was replaced by a flurry of movement as Quincy leveled a pistol on the woman. Jonathan gave a startled cry at her frightening appearance, and Hellsing pulled out a crucifix. Thrusting it in her face, he bellowed out jumbled nonsense in both German and English before managing to compose himself, "Unhand him unholy demon!" Cold glowing eyes stared at the holy symbol with disgruntled confusion, but she was otherwise unaffected.
Dracula's chilling laughter made the already startled humans jump. Abraham snarled at him to be silent and the laughter abruptly stopped, punctuated by a low irritated growl from the vampire. Abraham never took his eyes off the pale woman.
"Put him down," He ordered. Her eyes narrowed, but she slowly lowered the shaking Doctor so he could find his feet.
"Alright… Calm your tits, shesh," she said irritably.
When she let him go he staggered back and away from her, "Good God your eyes, w-what are you?!"
Her gaze drifted over the men in the cab, noting their unfamiliar attire. It wasn't a style that was typical of any place in Gaia she was familiar with. Guess I'm not in Kansas anymore? Where the hell did I end up NOW? She looked at the shaking man she had just put down with an expression of exasperated boredom.
"It's…complicated," She gave a slight shrug.
Abraham stepped forward thrusting the cross firmly in her face, "Explain yourself, what the devil are you!"
At this point Vlad had sat back in his seat eyeing the exchange with interest. The toothy grin he wore made the already shaking Jonathan quiver sharply. Quincy looked ready to jump the woman regardless of her obvious strength if the need arose. The once fiercely glowing eyes had dulled to something more human, and her vibrant blue-green eyes glowed faintly in the dark cab. The white haired woman and Hellsing had a stare down for a moment before she huffed and swatted the intruding crucifix away from her face.
"I'm human you asshole, just… altered… everybody calm the fuck down, and get that shit out of my face."
A deep chuckle came from the handsome Count and it caught her attention, "Such colorful language…" His smile showed his jagged fangs prominently.
She stared at him for a moment, noting the dental arrangement, deathly pallor, and inhumanly red eyes. It wasn't hard to tell he wasn't human, but what he was she wasn't positive. But he does look really familiar though. She pulled the coat that had been draped around her tight as his eyes began to wander. She scowled at him before shoving him aside with surprising force. Vlad's eyes went wide and a curious grin crept across his face. She sat down in the space she had freed up next to him.
The others in the cab slowly returned to their places and watched the new woman warily. Abraham kept an eye on the Count not liking the suddenly hungry look on his face. The woman was pressed tightly between the vampire and the cab wall once Abraham returned to his own cramped seat. She didn't seem to mind, but Dracula was making his enjoyment of the contact very obvious with his toothy grin.
Quincy cleared his throat and tucked this pistol away, "What's your name then miss?"
She bent forward slightly in a slight bow, "Ryo Kesh Soldier First Class." The blank look at the title made her frown slightly but she only looked at the young Texan expectantly.
"Quincy Morris ma'am, this here is Dr. John Seward, Jonathan Harker, and Professor Abraham Van Hellsing."
Ryo's eye slowly widened as he continued his introductions. She recognized the names, and she slowly turned to the leering man beside her. Are you kidding me…noo way… She had a sinking feeling she already knew, but looked at him expectantly all the same. His grin only seemed to grow as he remained silent, his eyes emitting a strange red glow from under the shadows of his wild dark hair.
Abraham cleared his throat awkwardly before answering for him, "His name is Alucard." The sinister man scowled at the other before snarling defiantly, "I am Vlad Dracula." His exotic accent rolled from his lips elegantly.
His gaze returned to Ryo and he gave her a charming smile, "It is a pleasure to meet you, my lady."
Ryo gave a sharp laugh, and looked at the Count with amusement. His crimson eyes seemed to draw her in hypnotically. She shook her head to clear the strange cloudiness that attempted to fall over her mind. Vlad's grin turned ruthless and she returned with one of her own. Oh you want to play do you? Abraham frowned deeply at the pair's odd exchange.
"What do you mean by altered?" he asked in an attempt to pull her attention from the dangerous creature. Her off-putting grin fell from her face as she looked to Abraham with mild annoyance. She paused thoughtfully in an attempt to find a way to describe Soldier in a way he could understand.
"I'm part of an elite military unit of medically altered soldiers. I can't really explain it in any context you would understand, but I am not from this world and I have no idea how I got here."
The man between them gave an amused hum, "Humans, always trying to push themselves beyond the limits of their humanity." His deep rich Romanian accent made her shiver slightly, just his voice was enough to stir a response.
Dr. Seward cleared his throat awkwardly and attempted to clear the tension in the confined space. "So… Miss Kesh, these alterations… what exactly do they do?" Ryo smirked at the man's obvious curiosity.
"Give enhanced strength, speed, and regeneration primarily, not much else really." Ryo gave him a shrug before eyeing Vlad again, "What are you then? You're definitely not human…"
It was amusing to watch the humans stress themselves. She knew what he was, but it was fun to watch them scramble for an explanation. Quincy and Seward shot Abraham a concerned glance and Jonathan watched her with a deepening frown.
Abraham was silent for a moment before finally giving a tired sigh. "He is a vampire, a demon Nosferatu." Ryo watched the vampires grin grow as the other man spoke. She looked at the handsome beast with curiosity, but no fear. The others seemed mildly surprised at the lack of reaction from her.
"So why haven't you made a meal out of them yet," She asked as she gestured to the men around her, "Or are you just saving them for later?"
He gave a deep laugh that made the others shiver. They shifted uncomfortably at his lingering gaze as his fangs grew more prominent in the low lights. When Dracula's eyes returned to her they glowed hellishly. A low animalistic growl rumbled deep within his chest, and the look of absolute hunger caused a surprisingly pleasant shiver to run down her spine as he loomed over her.
Abraham once again silenced the beast before answering, "He is bound to my will and command. He will not harm you." Ryo hummed softly and looked at the two curiously. The vampires' devilish grin had fallen into an irritated scowl and Abraham stared at him as if daring him to defy. Ryo chuckled quietly at the silent standoff. Hmm, so were in the Hellsing version of things then…
Ryo looked to Professor Hellsing, "If you don't mind my asking, where are we and where are we going?"
He cleared his throat and pulled away from his agitated servant, "We are returning to England from Transylvania. It's another day or so by carriage, then train to the Atlantic and ship across the English Channel." Ryo peaked out the small curtained window on the carriage door, but was disappointed at the bleak stormy view.
"I've never been through Europe before…" She commented offhand. Jonathan caught it though and looked at her in confusion, "I thought you said you were from another world?"
Ryo grinned awkwardly and laughed, "Ah… I'm a traveler of sorts. I'm originally from Earth… just not this version." They looked increasingly puzzled and it only earned them a shrug from the strange woman. Ya, I don't get it either…
Abraham tried to follow along but the increasingly worrying behavior of his vampire kept drawing him away. Dracula was looming over the distracted woman leering at her with disconcerting intensity. He was pressed against her side and his arm snaked slowly across the headrest. His eyes were glowing fiercely above her and the woman seemed to notice none of it. It wasn't until the vampire leaned down and inhaled deeply that she took notice. She froze midsentence and turned slightly to find his face just a hairs breath from hers. Half lidded red eyes glowed fiercely in the shadows his looming form created. Ryo could feel the vibrations of the pleasured growl that flowed from him. Oh that's not rapey at all…
"You smell wonderful my dear," his voice was deep and husky. The cold current of his breath against her ear sent a shiver through her and she flushed furiously.
The commanding tone of Abraham's voice drew him away. The Professor face was contorted with anger as he scolded his servant, "Enough! This behavior will not be tolerated. You will not harm this woman. You are not to lay a hand on her fiend!"
Ryo looked bemused by Abraham's anger and grinned at Vlad's tight lipped scowl. Ah come on… don't be such a puttz. She grinned at the regal monster playfully before asking him, "What do I smell like to you?" He turned from the glare he was giving his master to look at her with surprise. He hummed thoughtfully and the corners of his mouth curved to a slight smile.
"A pleasantly sweet musk," He murmured softly, "With a most unusual tang." His brow tightened as he tried to place the unfamiliar scent. Probably the Mako… well two can play this game.
Ryo chuckled softly before leaning in close to take in his sent deeply, much to his pleasured surprise. Vlad gave a deep throaty purr, and the men warily observing from across the carriage protested sharply.
Ryo smiled and ignored the men, "You don't smell to bad yourself…" Jagged teeth shown frighteningly and a low rumbling laugh came from him, "Hmm do tell my dear..." She matched his intense gaze with one of her own and replied in a low purr, "Sex and blood, it's quite intoxicating." His head fell back as chilling laughter filled the small cab. He was finding this strange little human so delightfully amusing. Abraham and the others watched on in shocked and horrified silence.
In a shaky disapproving tone Jonathan spoke up, "You should not speak in such a way! T-This vampire is a very dangerous creature."
Ryo gave him a shrug, "According to Professor Hellsing, Vlad cannot go against his commands. He has already been ordered not to harm me."
Abraham cleared his throat trying to compose himself, "I-it would be best not to tempt that Miss Kesh."
She grinned and met the vampires gaze; his eyes were so difficult to pull away from. Tenderly she raised a hand to stroke the short stubble that lightly covered his narrow chin, earning her a soft purr. Oh you're out of your mind if you think I'm not going to take advantage of this. She smiled at his response and laughed softly before turning back to Jonathan, "It seems a bit unfair, don't you think?" She got a puzzled look from the three on the other side of the cab.
"What do you mean?" Seward asked.
She smiled darkly at the Doctor, "I'm not restricted by such binds. I could do whatever I please to him and he could do nothing about it."
Professor Hellsing shook his head and looked at her with an amused grin, "I assure you Miss, there is little you could do to harm him. His power unrestrained however, could easily kill us all."
Abrahams grin vanished as Ryo laughed, "Who said anything about harming?"
Vlad's intense predatory gaze was terrifying and at the same time incredibly stimulating. He looked pleasantly intrigued by her words and looked down at the pale woman with curious interest as she shifted. With a coy smirk she moved herself to sit in the vampires lap.
A devilish smile filled his face and he went to place his hand on her bare thigh beneath the heavy red coat. It quickly turned to shock as his hand seemed to hit a wall, unable to make contact. The binds prevented him from going against his masters' command. We're going to have some fun… Vlad looked down at Ryo suddenly getting an idea of what she was playing at. His look of confusion slowly shifted to one of hunger and he gave a deep low growl of pleasure. The rumbling vibrations from his chest sent waves of pleasure through her. The onlookers watched them in alarm.
"Miss Kesh this is not appropriate behavior for a lady! You're putting yourself in grave danger," Jonathan frantically protested, looking to Abraham desperately. Seward gaped at them oddly, struggling to put thoughts to words.
Ryo gave a bemused laugh. Lady? Really… I guess this is what, late 1800s? Quincy looked between the two and Professor Hellsing with worry. Abraham watched them intently with a serious but unreadable expression on his face. They were shocked when he did nothing to intervene. Their protests went ignored by Ryo, who was watching the vampires' reactions eagerly.
Ryo slowly ran a hand up his black clad thigh and looked up at him from her position in his lap with a sweetly innocent look. Vlad leaned in and growled deeply as his buried face in her hair, breathing in her scent now spiced with arousal. She ground her hips down on him, and his breath caught sharply at the sudden friction, making him go rigid.
A breathy groan was muffled by her silky hair as Vlad's body relaxed and shifted to match the curve of the one pressed against him. Ryo giggled as his soft facial hair tickled the shell of her ear and he purred softly at the response. "You're a devilish little minx aren't you my dear." He teased huskily and Ryo shivered at the chill breath against her ear.
Having nothing to do with his hands, he lowered them to grip the edge of the carriage seat. Since he was unable to 'lay a hand' on the young woman. Each time her rear brushed against his growing erection the hard wood of the seats creaked ominously under the vampires' strength.
Ryo gave him a pleased hum and leaned back against his chest exposing her pale neck to him. She turned her head slightly to face Abraham and gave him a coy grin. He stared back at her with a frown deeply creasing his face. The vampire was beginning to breathe heavily, though he had no need for breath. His crimson eyes were dilated and glowed like embers, and as he stared intently at the milky flesh of her throat his fangs elongated glistening with saliva.
Abraham barked a warning at the vampire, ordering him not to bite. Bloodlust had consumed him however and the order went unheard. Abraham looked on in alarm as the vampire leaned in to sink his teeth into the warm pulsing flesh, only to stop with a slight snort as a barrier was hit. His eyes widened and a frustrated whine escaped him. His fangs stopped less than an inch away from the tempting flesh. Ryo gasped sharply in surprise at his sudden movement. She smirked devilishly as he made a few failed attempts to bite and chuckled softly from beneath the cascade of dark hair that tickled over her exposed flesh.
Abraham watched them with fixed interest and ignored the continued protests of his colleagues. The binds were holding… so far. He wondered how far he should let this go. Ryo purred softly and her eyes fell half lidded. She let a hand slide into his hair and pulled him down gently, leaving Vlad just a breath away from her jugular. Ryo smiled a bit sadistically at the desperate keening coming from the powerful vampire. The feel of his cool breath against her collar make her shiver in delight. This must be driving him mad…
The desperation quickly turned to frustrated anger. He pulled back from her throat looking wild with rage. Vlad gave a furious growl. The wood in his grip splintered and cracked.
"Wretched woman… I will not be toyed with," His voice was breathless and gravely. His eyes glowed violently under the shadows of his dark hair and he shifted uncomfortably in both thirst and need. Ryo gave a satisfied smirk at the feel of his arousal pressing against her rear.
Ryo tutted at him softly, "What's the rush? Heh… don't tell me you're not enjoying yourself."
He scowled slightly. His protests faded however as she ground herself against his aching need. He gave a shaky exhale as her hand slid through his hair pulling back down to her throat. He rumbled softly at the delicate thrum of her pulse against his lips.
Those in the seats across watched on in uncomfortable silence at the display. It was too visceral to pull away from. It left their mouths dry and throat tight. Jonathan flushed furiously at each heady noise the Count made, both frightened and aroused by the display.
Ryo hum softly as a thought hit her. I wonder what the Mako will do to him…I'm sure my blood is thick with lifeforce. Vlad continued to groan wantonly, going mad from the teasing and drunk on her sent. A cool wet tongue flicked out to run along the length of her jugular and the action pulled a soft moan from the woman. The noise brought Abraham back to reality with a sudden shiver.
He swallowed hard finding his mouth suddenly dry, "Miss Kesh, you must stop this. I am not sure the bonds will hold him if you keep going like this."
"The bonds have kept him from biting, but I wonder what would happen if I forced it..." Ryo's voice was playful and heavy with arousal.
Abraham looked at her with confusion. Her fingers stroked through Vlad's deep ebony hair and gently held the back of his head. She shifted slightly and pulled his still open mouth down to close over her neck. The sharp tips of the vampire's fangs grazed the delicate flesh but didn't pierce. His muffled groan sounded almost agonized and he twisted against her. His powerful arms moved quickly to crisscross in front of her, holding her tight against his chest.
Seward and Quincy both jumped slightly at his sudden movement. Abraham continued to watch silently, and took notice that the Counts hands twisted oddly away from Ryo as he was still unable to break the bonds command.
Ryo moaned at the feel of Vlad's tongue as it lapped desperately against her throat. With a smirk Ryo glanced over to Abraham. She looked him directly in the eye before pressing Vlad down further too slowly sink his fangs into her neck. The penetration wasn't deep, only superficial, and only released a little blood, but the reaction was immediate.
Vlad's body shuddered violently and a breathless moan erupted from him. He ground his hips fiercely against her and his arms held her firmly against his chest. His eyes clenched shut as the flow of blood all too quickly slowed to a stop. The Soldier regeneration was kicking in. The Mako laced blood was ecstasy to the vampire and the little taste of it was tortuous, making every part of him ache with need. The intensity of the pure lifeforce mixed with blood was rapture. He was so close…so painfully close.
"Let me hear you beg for it. I want to hear you moan." Ryo whispers huskily, her eyes half lidded and glazed from her own arousal. He responded with a furious snarl that descended into a deep throaty moan as she ground her hips hard against his throbbing erection.
He breathed fiercely through his nose not willing to pull away from her soft throat. His pride battled his lust for a few painful moments before he gave in. He moaned and whimpered in desperation against her neck making her shiver with pleasure at his animalistic need.
"Good boy," She whispered breathlessly.
Without warning she pulled him down hard, letting his fangs sink deep into her throat. Hot laced blood poured into his mouth and his glowing eyes snap wide open. He almost lost the mouthful of blood as he cried out in ecstasy. Locking down on Ryo's neck hungrily he drank deeply, moaning and shuddering all the while. Ryo panted heavily and dug her nails into the back of his neck as she gripped a fistful of black hair, holding him firmly against her. Her hips rocked rhythmically, matching the shuddering waves coursing through Vlad's body as he was sent over the edge. The monster was in heaven and orgasm seemed to last forever. He shuddered softly as he finally began to come down.
The wound closed fairly quickly once his fangs left her and as the flow of blood slowed to a stop he let go of her lazily. A strand of bloody spittle followed as he pulled away, utterly spent. He let himself fall back against the carriage wall limply, eyes glazed from the warm glow of pleasure. He sat there half lidded, mouth slightly ajar as his heavy breathing slowed. Ryo smiled up at him as her own breathing returned to normal.
He gave a content little moan, and an odd smug little smile tugged at his lips as he watched Ryo from under hooded eyes. Ryo chuckled at the content beast. She was still aroused but content to simply take joy the pleasure of his afterglow. At least until we get somewhere a little more…private.
Ryo smiled a little bit sheepishly at Vlad as she wiped the remaining blood away revealing nothing more than a few slightly reddened marks where his fangs had penetrated. They were fading quickly at that. Ryo shifted and wrapped the thick red jacket around them both before making herself comfortable against his chest. Vlad gave her a soft chuckle and he closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth radiating from her still flushed form. They drifted off, content to nap the rest of the night away.
Abraham watched the two warily before sharing a look with the others in the cab. Jonathan looked utterly disgusted, but the bright blush on his cheeks and crossed legs told a different story. Seward had a slightly glazed look on his flushed face and he continued to watch the two intently. Quincy and Abraham both held a similar look of awkward discomfort, but seemed eager to forget the incident had ever happened. The remaining stretch of the ride was filled with silence and a thick tension. No one was willing to disturb the two however, so they slept on. Sometimes it was just best to let sleeping dragons lie.
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