A/N: I'm back! Here, have some smut :)

Oh, and thank you "fujiwarakurosaki" for the continued support, and "WolfYuu19" for...just being her amazing self! Mwah!

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CHAPTER 10

AT HIS MERCY

Emmaline smiled as she looked into the small wall mirror, seeing Walter's reflection as he sneaked up behind her, placing kisses on her shoulder. Weeks had passed by, with the two of them continuing their relationship as they had done many years ago. The vampire had managed to behave himself when he had been allowed free roam of the manor, perfectly obeying Integra's rules.

A cynical part of her thought that he could possibly be doing it just to stay above ground, but she had quickly brushed those ideas aside.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt his strong hands on her hips. "Walter?" she said in a hushed voice.

"Yes darling?" he murmured against her skin.

Slowly and teasingly, she moved away from his grasp, and patted his cheek affectionately. A mischievous glint entered her eyes. "Chase me."

He raised an eyebrow, "Pardon?"

She pouted teasingly, batting her eyelashes. "What's wrong?" she taunted playfully, "Can't the dreaded Angel of Death chase down a succubus?"

Slowly, the vampire broke into a grin, a dark shadow falling over his face for a moment. "Ah, I see...ready to run, little succubus?"

She took this as her cue, and started running through the twisting corridors of the manor, Walter soon following behind.

OOO

Soon, Emmaline came across an open door. Rounding the corner, she ran inside the sitting room. The Hellsing Manor had hardly changed in years, but especially this room. The walls were covered in red wallpaper, the floors made of dark wood. A lit fireplace was against the back wall, the flames dancing and crackling. In front of the fireplace was a black leather couch, one of the few changes Integra had made to the room.

Suddenly her arms were forced behind her back, her wrists held in place by one strong hand around them. The other hand wrapped loosely around her neck. "Found you," purred a voice near her ear.

Her breathing deepened as she felt him squeeze her throat ever so faintly, a featherlight touch that sent goosebumps over her skin. Then she heard his voice again, quiet and with a low, almost feral growl to his tone that made a shiver of excitement run down her spine. "I know how much you like it rough, you cheeky little thing...and I'm more than happy to oblige."

His hand quickly moves from her throat, instead firmly cupping between her legs. His finger stroked her clit, his touch so light it was almost painful. "Fucking hell," she panted. "Damn...damn it Walter..."

He chuckled darkly, "I didn't say I would make this easy for you." He bit down on the skin between her neck and shoulder, snarling, "I want to hear you beg. Beg for it, my needy little strumpet."

She gasped as his finger quickened its pace against her clit, but still not nearly pressing as hard as she needed. It was pure torture. "Walter..." she gasped.

She yelped when two of his fingers suddenly gave her clit a hard pinch, sending sparks of pain through her body. "I know you can do better than that."

She whimpered, licking her lips and panting for breath as his finger continued its light touches. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and she heard him chuckle. Closing her eyes, heart pounding in anticipation and pure need, she breathed, "Please fuck me Walter, please! Please, Angel of Death, please fuck me right fucking now!"

The pleasure came to an abrupt halt as his hand moved away. The vampire dragged her over to the couch, bending her over so her face and hands were against the leather. He released his grip on her arms, only to tangle a hand in her hair. She moaned in pleasure upon feeling him tear off her panties with his free hand, pushing her short dress up over her hips. She heard the familiar sound of Walter's belt hitting the floor.

Her body already sensitive from the earlier teasing, she cried out when he slammed inside her relentlessly from behind. He yanked on her hair hard, forcing her head back so he could nibble on her earlobe.

One of his hands bent her arm and pinned it behind her back, while the other pressed between her shoulder blades. She was completely helpless to The Angel of Death...and she loved it.

The vampire leaned over, his eyes dark with lust. "Do you like this, little succubus? Do you like it when I fuck you like this?" he growled, puncturing the last word of each question with a thrust of his hips.

"Yes!" she practically sobbed, overcome by pleasure, "Yes I do."

He removed his hand from between her shoulder blades, placing it beside her head to balance himself. Seeing the shoulders tensing up, he snarled, "Don't you fucking dare...don't you fucking cum until I say so, understand?"

She slammed her eyes closed, pressing her lips into a tight line. "Y-Yes."

He groaned, briefly using his other hand to loosen his tie as his breathing grew faster. Suddenly an idea came to him, and he abruptly slowed his pace with a wicked grin.

Emmaline whimpered, her body shivering with need. Before she could beg him to keep going, she heard his sharp command. "Open your mouth." She obeyed, gasping when something...soft and velvety was shoved into her mouth and swiftly secured in a knot at the back of her head. It was his tie, she quickly realized. His tie as a makeshift gag.

She could practically hear the smirk in Walter's voice. "There," he growled, "Now we won't have to worry about anyone hearing you."

No sooner had he finished speaking then he started ruthlessly pounding into her once again, clenching his teeth as he growled and groaned in pleasure. Beneath him, Emmaline whimpered and panted, her muscles tightening and her fingers and toes beginning to curl.

Walter drew deep breaths, looking down at her with eyes filled with lust. "Now," he snarled, "Cum for me sweet tart, right fucking now!"

She obeyed with a muffled scream. Her own heavy breathing filled her ears, a euphoric feeling running through her veins and a gentle buzzing in her head. She only barely registered when Walter reached his release almost immediately afterwards, too consumed by her own pleasure.

They stayed there for a few moments, both shakily catching their breath. Emmaline heard a smooth voice, his warm breath against her neck, "Have you learned your lesson about playing with fire?"

She smirked, shaking her head. "No," she panted, "No I haven't. And I never will, you know that."