I look upon my wife, the early morning sun shining on her blonde hair. She is wearing my shades, shielding her eyes from the light in the kitchen. She's beautiful, her hair matted to her face, bags underneath her eyes. I go get her a glass of water, and approach quietly as she eats on the island.
"Drink this." I say, getting her attention. I smile at her, I hope I didn't look hungover. She smiles at me, and drinks the water. I stroke her cheek,
"I hope last night wasn't-" I begin to say, but she cuts me off.
"It was perfect." Her words echo in my mind. Was it really? I always figured our first time would be more romantic than a fiery passionate jumble of limps on the floor. I still can see the image in my head. Integra, my wonderful, beautiful wife, on her back. Her legs spread apart by my hands. Her right hand, laying on her thigh, and her left hand under her chin, her eyes closed, her cheeks red. Her chest moving up and down rapidly, her pants and moans filling the air around us. It was like something switched in her that night, she was far more eager than before. Like she was detached from everything, responsibility, her duty, she gave it all up in the moment. To be with me. I couldn't help but feel adored, and a bit smug. Alucard was wiped from her memory.
"I can make it up to you." I say, but I think she will decline, I see her fidget and squirm, very slightly. But to my surprise she agrees, and while I don't want to hurt her more, I can't say if she gave me instructions, I would not be able to resist.
"So A repeat?" I ask for cleariation.
"Yes, but this time, I want to be in charge." Integra says in a hazy husk. I perk up, wrapping my arms around her fully, kissing her temple and forehead.
"Well, we will see how you handle, Mrs. Hellsing." I smile at her. She smiles back at me. Pain and all.
"I didn't hurt you too much, did I?" I ask concerned.
She doesn't answer for a moment, she looks down at her lap, then back up at me. "No." She says, in a small timid voice.
"Don't lie to me, Integra." I say sternly.
"Well," She pauses. "I think I might have rushed it." She smiles at me, she cheeks full of pink.
"Rushed is one way to put it." I say, sarcastically, still my face cheery.
"I don't regret a single thing." She removes her shades, and kisses my lips. She tastes like syrup. I pull away,
"So what would you like to do to today?" I ask her, getting myself a plate of the breakfast food laid out in front of me. I sit in front of her. She is silent in thought.
"I'm not sure, can we stay in bed?" She asks. I perk up curiously.
"Stay in bed?" I ask, "Why, you have nature, and large city at your fingertips. And you want to stay in bed?"
"Well.." Her eyes gesture to her lower reigns. Then it clicked in my head. Oh, I see.
"I see, well, I have a T.V, in my room so we don't get bored." I say.
"T.V?" She questions, taking a bite of a golden apple.
"Yeah, it comes out of the wall." I explain. "It's a flat screen, it cost me quite a bit."
"I have never seen a flat screen." She tells me, her smile bright as she finishes her apple. She makes a satisfied hum. She then slinks over to me, sitting in my lap as I ate.
"Can I help you?" I say, teasing her, rubbing her back.
"I want to be close to you." She says, putting her arm around my shoulder. She's warm, and smells of last night linger in her hair. I say nothing, but kiss her jaw, and finish my meal.
Sex, it seems, has made her more physically affectionate. After we finish breakfast, we head to the shower, Integra stays by my side the whole time. I wash her long platinum locks. And she in turn washes my thick, ebony locks. She looks so beautiful as the shower water trickled on her body. I always imagined she looked like this naked. Small, firm, breasts, wide hips, slender legs, long slender feet. Her hair stuck to her body, caressing her hips. She looks up at me, eyes in wonderment, examining my body.
"You are the most beautiful human being I have ever seen." Integra says, blinking. Her hands on my chest. She squeezes me. I laugh.
"Thank you darling." I smile. A little amused at her mesmerized eyes. She always liked touching my body, especially my chest and stomach. "I think you're beautiful too." I kiss her ear. She shudders, her eyes closed, she wraps herself around me, kissing my pecs. Then her lips move to my neck. I tremble, trying to keep my cool. My hands rest at her sides, rubbing them up and down.
"Can we try again right now?" Integra asks me, she looks up and me, her eyes begging. I sigh.
"Can you handle it?" I ask, putting my hands on her shoulders. She nods.
"I want it." She whispers.
"All right." I nod to the side. "But first, we must do this right." I say, moving my hands to her breasts and then to her hips, then, my right hand moves to her hot silk. She bites her bottom lip, and closes her eyes. Soft moans escapes my wife's lips. Her legs open more, and she leans against the shower wall. My fingers greedily please her, and she rewards me with her words, "Oh god." and "Fuck." and so on and so forth. She finishes but I am not finished. I get on my knees, and put one of her legs on my shoulder. My tongue devours her. She bucks her hips, and moans upsenites. She did not last very long. She almost falls over, but I catch her before she hits the shower floor. I take a towel, and dry her, before bringing her to the bedroom. The bed is untouched, but not for long. I lay her on her back. Her eyes glazed over. I climb on top of her, her legs wrap around my hips. All I hear her say is,
"I am yours."
We have made love a total of 12 times in 3 days. Integra was in full temptress mode it seems. She wanted me so badly, even if I was in the other room she would follow me. Be attached to my hip, begging for me to take her at any given opportunity. We did it on the back porch, overlooking the lake. Her hands clasping the railing of the porch. Her moans echoing in the forest. Then another time, we were on the island in the kitchen. I held her hands behind her back. She begged me to go as hard as I wanted, so I did. Then another time, we were on the beach, surrounding my lake. Sand getting in her hair, and her hips meeting mine. And I remember this quite clearly, Integra looking up at me, smiling, biting her bottom lip, her eyes adoring, and then she says
"Hi Sam."
I will never forget that moment. It is forever ingrained in my memory. I love her so.
Today, it's has been raining, and she sits in a rocking chair, reading the paper. Wearing a soft pink silk robe, it lays loosely on her body. Her flips the paper.
"We're out of apples." She says, getting my full attention. I blink.
"You've been eating them like crazy haven't you?" I ask, but I already knew the answer. She does not answer me, but looks up from her paper, smirking.
"Must be pregnant." I joke. She rolls her eyes.
"Impossible, I'm on birth control." She says flatly, looking back at her paper. I wonder for a moment how long it has been she had her last pill. I hadn't been paying attention. I should. I walk over to her, sitting on the foot rest, where her feet lay, I pick them up and rub her toes, she curls them. Giving me a soft hum.
"Hello there." She puts her paper down. She places her feet on my lap. She tilts her head back.
"Hi." I smirk. I massage the arches of her feet.
"You spoil me so." Integra murmurs.
"I like to."
"Be careful, it might make me a bitch wife who nags you." She teases, she winks at me. I couldn't help but laugh.
"I like being bitched by you." I joke.
"Is that so? I should try it more often." She chuckles, her hand resting on her chin, and her elbow on the arm rest. She looks at me, wanting. "You know," She continues, "I could use some more apples."
I immediately look outside, it had stopped raining quite some time ago, but it still was gloomy out.
"I can make a quick trip." I tell her. "If you want."
She grins, taking her feet off my lap, she leans forward, elbows on her knees, her legs open just enough to wear I can see her panties.
"Sure." She says in a husky voice, then she kisses my lips. "Now, hurry up, before I start nagging." She teases me. I chuckle before standing up.
"I'll be right back," I tell her. She puckers her lips at me, I take my leave, going into town. I stop at a small grocery store. Picking up 7 golden apples. But when I go home, Integra is nowhere to be found. I call for her,
"Integra?" I call again, "Integra?"
I go to our bedroom. There she is.
"Hello darling." I greet her, she's naked, honey limbed, and golden locked. A pure, cream beauty, and she is all mine. I drop the bag of apples in my hand. She grins at me, mischievously. I knew what is about to happen, I am utter powerless to her body, such a dangerous woman.
"Hello honey." She greets me back, light glitting on her face from the windows. "Come." She orders me.
"As you wish."
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A week as passed, and everything seems as perfect as ever. Integra, seems like a completely different person, if sex is the key, I wonder if she would keep her cheery attitude would presisit when we came home. I have never seen her face so happy, so bright. The weight of her responsibilities gone, she is a young woman, a girl really. And I am her older man. She is only 22, and that has become more and more apparent as the days go on. Maybe here, she could be herself. Maybe this is woman she truly is. Maybe, if Hellsing never existed, she would be a spry, mischievous, outgoing woman. She is perfect. She is mine
Today, we are laying on the beach in my backyard, Vincent sits on the porch before us, sitting in a rocking chair, reading the paper. Integra lay in a white, one piece, soaking up the sun. Sweat beats on her forehead, and her hair is in braid. Her eyes shaded by sunglasses, she lays on her stomach. I lay on my elbows. It seems she is gaining weight. Her skin seemed fluffier than usual. I am perfectly okay with it of course. It's cute on her. I lean over and rub her back. She hums pleasantly, saying my name. I wish Vincent wasn't on the porch, I want to be a little more intimate. I lean back, and kiss Integra's ear, she squirms a little, chuckling.
"Samuel. Vincent is right there." She says, knowing exactly what I am thinking.
"I can send him away." I whisper. Then I lean back up, I call for Vinny. He perks up.
"Yes, sir?" He asks me.
"Can you make a trip to town? We are out of bread." I tell him. He nods, getting up, and leaving. Integra sits up on her elbows. She laughs.
"That was easy." She removes her sunglasses. She then leans over kissing my chin. "Now, hurry, we don't want to be caught."
I laugh, making her sit on top of me. She slips off her straps, exposing her breasts. Beautiful.
Integra and I have decided to take a couple of days out of a little hiking trip. I want to her take to the cabin my father and I built. I want share my childhood with her. I want take her to the place the that meant so much. But first, I must call my daughter.
"Daddy?" I hear Connie's sweet small voice through the phone.
"Hello baby." I greet my daughter, smiling.
"Daddy!" She says excitedly.
"So, tell me, how is everything?" I ask her, "How is Mother's home treating you?" I continue.
"Well," She pauses. "It's been soooooo boring, Walter doesn't like to play like Mommy sir does." Connie says.
"Pardon?" I blink, what did she just say? 'Mommy sir?' Where on earth did she come up with that?
"I am saying, daaad, that mommy sir plays better than Walter." She explains again.
"Mommy sir?" I question.
"Yeah, she's my new mommy, and she's a sir."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, oh my." I pause, "That is quite the name you have given her."
I could feel her warm smile through the phone.
"Anyways, deary, I just want to let you know that I love you." I say.
"I love you too daddy." She says.
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Integra and I make our through the forest, up and down large hills. She and I wear thick and heavy hiking gear, and she pants loudly. Heading to the Cabin.
"I will never let you convince me to go anywhere, ever again." Integra grunts, while struggling to get up a hill. I take her hand, helping her up.
"That's too bad." I say, "You'll miss out on a lot." I smile. I keep ahold of her soft hand as we walk.
We walk two miles before getting to the small cabin. It's covered in vines and moss, a river can be heard coming from the forest behind it. It still held up after all these years. I smile upon seeing the wooden cabin. Integra stands next to me.
"How quint." I hear her say. I take her inside. It's small, dusty. Four walls, the north wall had the bed, next to a small window. Then, then on the east wall, a kitchenette. Luckily, this place had running water, but no real plumbing aside from the sink. Then the west wall had a small closet, and in the middle of the north wall a fireplace with a pot.
Integra goes in and sets her bag down. She stretches, then sits on the bed, it creeks. She slowly takes of her hiking boots, wincing as she did so. I notice her heel is red, I walk towards her, setting my bag next to hers on the floor. I kneel down, taking her foot in my hands, examining.
"I could have carried you, you know." I say, getting up and finishing for my first aid kit in my bag.
I didn't want to seem like a drag." She explains. "You really wanted to take us here."
I take the kit out of my bag, and kneel down at her feet again. I use hands sanitizer before handling her wound, I take a alcohol pad, and gentle dab her blister, she winces again. I then pat it dry, taking a small needle with iodine, pricking it, releasing the fluid. This didn't seem to hurt her. I then cover her blister with a band aid.
"There," I say, looking up at her. "Does that feel better?" I ask. She nods, smiling. She leans down, kissing my forehead.
"Now," she says, "Are you hungry?" She asks. I nod. "Okay, let's go fishing."
That night, we had gone fishing in the river behind the cabin. We cooked fish over the fireplace. She seemed to enjoy cooking the fish. Once we cleaned up, we ended up cuddling on the small bed in the corner. We fall asleep this way. When I wake up, I realize the window is open, the early morning mist sinking through the window, and into the cabin. I kiss the back of Integra's head. Her arms poke out of the window. I snuggle her tightly. I feel her stir in my arms, she turns around, her forehead on my chest.
"Good morning." I say softly.
"Good morning." She says back. I kiss her head, and she kisses my chest. We continue the gentle kisses until it escalates into something more. I am on top of her, she pants and moans. Her breasts moving with her body. God, I love her so. My hands extended, holding the headboard. He bangs against the wall.
"Oh god, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you." I moan.
"I love you too." She sighs. "Samuel."