To those few who were waiting for this, I'm quite sorry. I started a new job and then I had to have all 4 of my wisdom teeth pulled out. Sooo, not in the mood for a sex scene. I hope you enjoy it though, and the next chapter shouldn't take quite as long.

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She faintly heard the boom of the doors as they crashed into each other. She kept her eyes on his and saw them burn in the firelight. Before she could look for long he kissed her again and after that, he placed her gently down on the bed. Alucard kicked off his shoes and moved his body over hers, covering it completely with his. Amaya ran her hands down his back and grabbed at his hips, pushing herself up in the process. She rubbed against him deliciously until she felt him entirely. He growled low in his throat and shut his eyes.

She held on and licked his neck, focusing her attentions right where his jugular vein was. Her tongue grazed it once more, and then Amaya sucked lightly on the spot. She felt his nails on her back, squeezing lightly, trying to keep their strength under control. He removed his hands from her back and kneeled on the bed. He looked down at her and grabbed her hands in one of his until he was on top of her again and her hands were held above her head gently but firmly. With his other hand, Alucard ran his fingers down her neck, around her nipples, and down, down below her dress, stopping where he knew she'd be slippery, ready. He felt the lace, still unseen, acting as the only barrier between his thumb and her. He pressed lightly on the spot that was already moist, and noticed Amaya biting her lip when he looked up for her reaction.

Amaya struggled to get free, and he let her. He kissed every inch of skin now available to him, savoring in its taste.

So soft.

She undid the buttons of his shirt, and he shrugged the item off as she pulled it back from his arms. She ran her hands over his chest and felt every muscle move beneath the skin. She'd been correct to assume that he was not only lean, but very muscular as well.

Beautiful. Raw. Pale.

Her dress was already past her navel, and rising, but he stopped his hands when their eyes met.

"You are sure you want to do this?" He asked quietly.

She smiled slowly then, and he thought that he'd never seen such beauty. Her blue eyes were half shut, her lips were full, and her face flushed. She propped herself on one elbow and ran her other hand through his hair, "I'm sure. Just love me." She licked his bottom lip and spread her legs further.

He grinned and slipped the dress over her head. Amaya held her breath in anticipation, hoping he'd enjoy the sight before him. Her abdominal muscles contracted, and in the shadows traced the lines of muscle now visible. Not too much, he noted, but just enough to make her sexy and strong for him. Her breasts were not too large, but he rather enjoyed this, he hated cows. Alucard cupped them in his palms and massaged them slowly.

Amaya unbuckled his pants, and grinned when she felt skin meet her fingers.

"Well that answers that question", she said in response to his questioning look.

"Hmm?"

She giggled and said, "The eternal question of women of the 21st century: Boxers or briefs?"

His rich laugh filled the space between them, and she smiled back with more than innocent humor. With that smile, she slipped off his pants, and he gasped as the rest of him was met with the delicious heat coming in waves from her body. He kissed his way down her body until he reached her center. He carefully began to take off her underwear with his teeth, pausing to comment on it.

"Do all your undergarments look like this?"

She nodded her head and bit her finger.

"Good", he said as he slipped off the barely there thing. He crawled between her legs and caressed the insides of her thighs with the tips of his fingers. His ears picked up her gasps, and he couldn't wait to hear more. He parted her legs further placed a kiss where he knew she wanted him to. Her hand snaked to his shoulder and she looked down at his naked form. Amaya noticed now broad his back really was, how sculpted he was, and then all coherent thought slipped from her mind as he began to lick.

She clawed at his back and threw her head against the pillow. He was merciless with her. Every time he panted on her she felt like she would die, and when he used his thumb to rub the nub of flesh above her opening, she could not hold it any longer and screamed out his name, his real name.

When Amaya came back to herself, he loomed above her, waiting for her.

"I need you."

And she opened her arms to him.

He moved between her legs and teased her with the tip of himself, until he could take it no longer and pushed forward. She was filled with the length of him and he felt so good. With her legs wrapped around him, she thrust upward. He moved with her and built up the rhythm, earning very unlady-like grunts from her that he matched with his deep growls from time to time.

She shifted somewhat pushed her hips more fiercely up. He thrust quicker and quicker into her until she felt her climax coming and dug into his back. After she'd called out his name a second time that night, he collapsed on top of her when his own release came. In that moment he looked at her and she saw everything come through. She saw the man who'd lived for so long, who'd seen so much, and finally, the man who would give anything for her.

They lay facing each other afterward, caressing each other softly and looking into each others eyes. Telepathically, he sent her a scene where they sat on two regal chairs, she dressed in a flowing black gown, and he in matching black attire, with vampires walking and conversing with them. He tried to emphasize on her being queen and she understood and nodded.

Slowly, her eyes drifted shut, and when her breathing slowed and he knew she slept, he stayed very still looking at her. He reached out and stroked her hair. She moved in her sleep, as if to get closer to his touch. His eyes danced with joy, and he felt the same butterflies he'd felt when he'd spent time with her at the carnival. It was a good feeling. He removed his hand from her hair and rose from the bed.

The glass doors opened for him, and closed silently as he stood at the balcony. He crossed his arms in front of him and let the early morning breeze flow around his naked form. With his eyes closed, he began soundlessly laughing, thinking of the turn his life had taken. The laugh became louder at the thought of Integra's face when he told her that he was finished there, and louder still when Amaya's face floated in his head. His kingdom would be restored, and he had finally found love. His cackles echoed throughout, and when he noticed that at some point he'd uncrossed his arms and gripped the balcony railing so roughly that the stone had cracked, he knew that finally, finally he would be complete. Amaya was the last piece that was missing, and he promised himself, as the first rays of the sun rose, that he would love and protect her, always.

My Queen.

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Amaya awoke to the feeling of very fine, unfamiliar sheets under her and covering her. But with her eyes still closed, she stretched and smiled into the darkness. She stretched further and her leg brushed up against something that was definitely not a sheet. She opened her eyes, and looking back at her was Alucard.

"Thinking about something pleasant?" He asked, lifting his eyebrow.

"Maaaybe", she said, moving closer to him. "Are you always this cold?"

"Yes, but there is a very simple way to correct that," he said as he pulled the sheet separating them up and scooted her body to touch his. Amaya wrapped her arms around him and sighed contently. Then she felt mischievous, and wondered if anyone –aside from his mother of course- had ever bothered to tickle the Great and Menacing Dracula. She moved her hands back to his sides, and began tickling him with no abandon. He jumped up and she giggled, not having expected such a response.

"Oh no you don't, I've got claws to match yours."

Amaya pulled away and tried to make a mock vampire face, with hiss and all. Alucard seemed amused, and tried to scare her with one of his own. The sole outcome was repeated giggling from his victim.

"Maybe that would have scared me before, but I've seen how nice you are," she said as she lay back down on the pillow. He was still above her, supported by his arm, but he made no sound. Instead, he just looked at her very closely, leaving no detail unnoticed. She felt her heart beat faster, and didn't know why.

"What now, Alucard?"

"I just hope that heart's beating for me," he said before placing a chaste kiss on her chest where her heart would have been. "Now we face the world together. Nothing that I said to you has changed during the course of the evening, in fact, it's grown stronger."

"My love," she said, placing a kiss on his forehead. He pulled her to his body and hugged her fiercely, hoping to crush any fears she might have left.

"There are so many things I want to ask you about," she ventured.

"I have some questions for you as well. Would you care to have this conversation over breakfast?"

"Breakfast? In the castle?"

He chuckled and looked at her. "Well yes, my dear. What did you think? That I would use the telephone to call in for some food?"

Amaya sat up and pulled the sheets around her.

"I feel silly now. I just assumed you didn't have any food in the castle."

"Well, you're wrong. And unless you want to go down to breakfast wrapped up in a sheet, let me get you a robe." As he moved across the room, Amaya was very interested to see how good his backside looked as the sun hit it. Wait, the sun?

"Alucard! The sun! You're going to burn!" She leapt up from the bed and was running to him when he boldly opened up the glass doors to let more sunlight in. Amaya gasped and stood still, waiting for something to happen. When nothing did, she was confused.

"Don't believe everything you hear about me in children's stories." He grinned and slipped a robe on, then, without saying anything more, handed her one very similar to his. Her brow furrowed, but then she remembered that he'd mentioned that yesterday in the garden.

"Ah, she remembers. The sun, contrary to belief, will not kill me. It will kill other vampires, but not me, and certainly, not you."

Amaya slipped on the robe, and was tying it around her waist, when she asked, "Why does this robe fit me?"

"Just thank the castle. It will accommodate you." She raised an eyebrow, but as things in her life now did not seem to want to stop becoming curieser and curieser, she thought no more of it. He extended his arm and she took it, and he let her down to the dining room.

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The food still steamed when Alucard finally pushed her chair in for her.

"Is this another one of the castle's accommodations?" She asked before grabbing a pastry.

"Something like that," he responded after taking a sip from the one goblet placed in front of his seat. Alucard noted that he enjoyed watching her eat, watching her do anything in fact. Everything about her was so real, so very much, well, alive.

She looked up from the piece of bread she was buttering and offered him some.

"I'm sorry, but that is not a myth. I really can't eat anything but liquids." He motioned to the same feast on the table and said, "All this is for you, since I didn't know what would suit you. I'm fine with my small breakfast."

"Oh," she said, taking a small bite of her bread. "Is it true that you can taste or know certain things about a person if you drink their blood?"

He nodded.

"Then couldn't you simply taste me and enjoy what I'm eating too?" His eyes seemed to bulge out of his head, and he had to look down.

"Do you know what you are offering me? God, and you do it so willingly too!" He grabbed the goblet tighter.

"Yes darling," she said as she stood, "here my love, have a taste. The strawberries are so sweet."

She sat across on his lap and took a bite of said fruit, until her own lips were red. His lips trembled, and his eyes became transfixed on the wrist that she turned over and brought to his mouth. With quick hands he held her wrist, and looked up at her once more. When he brought his eyes to those ruby lips, stained with the berry's juices he could not hold back. Alucard pulled his lips back and licked at the nest of veins at her wrist before sinking his teeth in them. Amaya closed her eyes and bit down on her lip to not think of the pain. The pain dulled into almost nothingness, and she looked down at him. He was bent over her, holding her wrist so tenderly, she knew she'd do this for him over and over in the future if he asked her to. Then he stopped, and with his thumb nail, cut his own wrist open and mixed his blood with hers. He kissed her where he'd bitten, and when he showed her her arm, she found it astonishing to see that there was no puncture wound.

"That was amazing, love. You taste so sweet. I... I, no one has ever done something for me like that. It's true, I have had that experience before with the wretches that happen to cross my path, but you... you made that so special and so intimate for me."

Amaya leaned forward and kissed him passionately, letting the berry juice on her lips mix with the blood on his. The kiss was coppery, sweet, hot, and she wanted more. She straddled him and felt him hardenning beneath her. She clutched at his chest and stained it with the red juice.

Such contrast.

He picked her up and with her peripheral vision she saw that she was being carried into an adjoining room. Still with her legs wrapped around him, he sat them down, and when he did, she saw his arousal come into view as the robe fell open. Without words, she grabbed it and placed it at her opening, pushing down and clamping on it. He clutched her sides and moved her up and down. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and moved with him as one.

It was quick and good, and she was slick with sweat when it was over. They grinned at each other, and were still joined when he said, "No, I don't think I could have found a better woman than you", he ran his hands through her hair and continued, "Yes, you truly are a rarity."

She slipped off him and stood.

"And you, you are my savior," she said smiling adoringly.

"Now why don't you show me the rest of my home?"

The attitude of a true queen.