Integra approached the ruins of her mansion, the war was over, and she had survived. She looked at the decrepit house with pride. I have survived war, I have survived something that would kill most men. My father would be so proud. She let out an exasperated sigh. The smell of blood on her clothes matted in her hair, and caked on her face irritated her. She opened the door, and it fell broken to the floor. Integral moved to the third floor and went into her private bath, she absolutely needed a shower. Taking her bloodied clothes and burning them, she stepped into the steaming shower. It pounded against her skin, relieving tensions and blood from her. This was when she realized she had forgotten about Alucard. I know he survived but where is he? She filled a loofah with body wash and scrubbed. That was when she felt it, something wrapping around her calf, looking down she saw the shadow tentacle wrapping around her. She screamed.

"ALUCARD!"

Stepping backward Integra slipped and fell backwards, she caught herself mid fall, legs bracing, spread-eagled. In horror she watched as Alucard's tentacle crept between her legs. Dizzy with a sudden flush of pain she gasped, and watched as Alucard materialized before her. He lowered his head between her legs, and licked. He wrapped his arms around her allowing her to release and fall back. Gently he lowered her to the ceramic of the bathtub. Her mind registered pain, though far less, still present. Moments later he stopped, and she was unable to remember what had happened in those few seconds.

Integra combed her hair and put on her nightgown. She was exhausted, fatigued, tired. Crawling into her bed, she turned off the light, and curled to her side. Moonlight poured through her room, reflecting off of the shadows that were creeping towards her bed, she subconsciously turned to her back. The tentacle shadows crept up to her, lightly binding her wrists and feet. Alucard crept beneath her nightdress, his shadows kissing the warmth between her legs. She stirred lightly at the touch. Her eyes shot open as she felt his tentacle enter her. She gasped and took a look around. Her breath became heavy and labored, bucking upward she let out a small squeal that was when she realized that she was bound at the hands and feet. Her breasts heaved and the nightgown became soaked with sweat. She screamed as she reached her climax. When it was over, Integra sat up and took a cigar from her nightstand.

"That was good." She remarked. He materialized next to her,

"I know."