I have watched one episode of Hellsing, so maybe I'm not exactly up to par with the characters. But I still wanted to give you guys something. Also, just a little heads up – there is no making love, no "I love you"'s, this is purely volatile and a little violent in the most sensual way possible. If that's distubing to you, don't read ahead.

(And I was lost for words for vagina. Like, there's 'honey pot', but that's too nice. So, I do apologise for the use of pussy and cunt. Very vulgar, probably offensive, it's all I had. Sorry!)

Yeah, enjoy.

Bitten and Broken

Seras Victoria lay awake on her bed, feeling dirty upon the satin sheets. The caress of the gentle material upon her grimy, naked skin almost felt sinful, as though she was too impure to mar their perfect surface.

This was only because she was quite literally dirty. Not covered from head to toe in soot, it wasn't that kind of dirty; it was more to do with the fact she could practically feel her pores breathing. It was a dirty that wasn't all that physical, strangely enough.

She was similar to that of a newborn child within that fragile moment, her senses newly heightened and although her body was drained of any physical energy, she felt alive. New. As though she had to go and explore the world as she saw it now, its previous ugly state not fit to corrupt this present beauty before her.

Though dark outside, the moon a bare shimmer against the gossamer curtains that hung from the high ceiling, she could see everything – the way the shadows danced against the miscellaneous furniture in the room, the tiny heaps of dust gathered upon every surface, even the individual fibres of the rug that lay lonely upon the dark stone floor. She was looking through eyes that were responsive to even that of a lonesome dust particle floating on the bare breeze that crept in through the open balcony doors.

Seras allowed her head to fall to the side, her unkempt, wind-tousled blonde threads flopping over her face in accordance with her slight shift. She watched the glimmering starlight dance against the glass of the doors, watching how it kissed and glowed. It was so beautiful, and there was so much colour in even the darkest corners of her new chamber. This gift that had been given to her so...carelessly. Had that man realized what he'd done? What he'd allowed her to have?

It was as though a God of a cruel nature had blown new life into her old body, its breath sweeping the certain, nearing death from her veins, replacing her blood with wildfire and gold, this surely sinful mixture lighting her body from within, and it was unnatural and exhilarating all at once.

Had she sold her soul?

Seras wasn't a particularly holy person, and she had good reason. Within the death and decay that had surrounded her, previous to her second birth into something of a devil, she failed to see the light that should have kept her faith burning like an ever-lighting candle. Instead... it was blown out the moment she saw her first comrade fall. Despite that, in this moment where both innocence and evil were born, she took a moment to pray.

It wasn't a long prayer, nor was it really sincere. But after she lay her hands to rest by her sides once again, she let out a breath of relief. What was it in human nature that the need, the overwhelming desire to be good disallowed the acceptance of any wrongdoing? Humans were a fallen race; nothing now or ever would change that fact, and yet, they seeked to be a merciful race. And maybe that's why she prayed, maybe that's why she spoke to a higher being she was never really sure was there. She needed to cling to something greater than the poverty all around her.

"You should know, my dear, that will do you no good now."

A voice, low and alluring, came to her on a breath of air, carried by something just above a whisper. A shiver was sent running down her spine, tickling every bone as it went; gooseflesh prickling at her pale skin.

Seras sat up, grabbing a sheet to cover her naked form with in the process. She was rushed and embarrassed, feeling extremely exposed and uncomfortable. Awkwardly, she held the satin in place over her breasts, shying away from the gaze that was steely upon her, her eyes focusing on a particular stone tile.

Opposite the ridiculously over-sized bed she sat upon, Alucard stepped out from the shadows. His tall, lithe body stood there unmoving, dressed in the same oddly appealing red and black clothing she'd seen him in earlier. Only this time, his glasses and hat were absent. She took a moment, allowing her newborn eyes to travel over his beautiful features, to admire the silken look to his long, black locks. She watched, caught in a moment of child-like observation, as the silvery light washed against him, the glimmer latching to his hair, iluminating it.

To deny that he was a very dominating and incredibly arousing presence would have been very idiotic. Everything about this man screamed power, even when he wasn't baring his weapon. It was an aura; it pulsated in deliciously tempting waves around him, from him.

Seras licked her lips nervously, the plump flesh soft and pink in very slight contrast to her ghostly-white skin.

"You could have knocked," she mumbled, finding the words hard to utter with him standing there, staring at her, evaluating her. She fumbled with the sheet, trying desperately and not-so-subtly to cover her exposed acres of flesh. Alucard, the God that had lay this beautiful curse upon her, let out a throaty laugh, a grin carving itself into his lips. He took a step towards her.

"I could have," he agreed, his tone almost mocking, "but I don't think I would have been greeted with such a pleasant sight."

Seras' throat went dry, her eyebrows furrowing. Even in that step closer...she wanted to run. Hide. Escape him. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something about him that both thrilled her and made her want to scream in terror. He was watching her like wounded prey, and at any moment he would pounce. But would he? She may not have been injured, but she was like a child that was ill. Weak, unable to fend for herself.

"It's rude to come into a lady's room unannounced," she shot back at him. Her voice wavered. "I'm...not decent."

Alucard took another slow step forward, that grin widening, almost splitting his face. His eyes, glowing now. He lifted one leg and allowed his knee to rest on the end of the bed. Threateningly. Seras shifted back, by the slightest inch. A question rose in her throat but she allowed it to die there, her mouth tightening into a pinched line.

"Dear," he began, tilting his head ever so slightly, "are you frightened?"

He ended his question with a low growl, and Seras, without even thinking, nodded.

She knew how she looked displayed before him, and it was terrifying. Her sweet, innocent face contorted into a look of pure fear; her beautiful blue eyes wide, brow furrowed into an expression of wonder and horror, lips barely parted now. Her slim neck, marred with dried blood, acting now as an image of an aphrodisiac in that moment. Her bare shoulders glimmering with the soft, shadow-light, her breasts concealed but barely behind the translucent sheet that fell around her like a gown. Her blonde locks resting in the hollows of her collarbones, framing her thin face.

Alucard licked his lips, a slow, sensual sweep of his lower lip.

"Good. You should be."

With that he was upon her within a brief second. Without warning, he tore the sheet from her grip and tossed it aside, the satin drifting like a feather to the ground beside the bed. His knee now slammed itself between her legs, driving her thighs apart with an unnatural force, his hands clenching both of her wrists in an iron grip as he thrust them above her head. Seras let out a shriek of both shock and horror, the movement from him completely unexpected and unanticipated. But in a second she was silenced.

Alucard's face was inches from hers, his raven-dark locks falling around her like a darkened waterfall, the feeling of silk brushing against her skin causing gooseflesh to rise in its wake. Thoroughly horrified by the brutality of his sudden actions, she flung her head to the side, a very clear sign of refusal to acknowledge him.

Instead of a laugh, or a sweet word or two, he growled at her, the sound reverberating in her ear. "Look at me," he demanded, and without a thought to herself, she did, eyes now filling with tears. She hadn't wanted to look, but there was something about the way he lashed out the command that silenced the stubborn streak in her. He studied her a moment longer, before plunging into the hollow of her bare throat. She let out a very brief gasp, her eyes widening.

He brushed against the sensitive skin there with his nose, a gentle sigh from his lips hot against her flesh. She closed her mouth for fear she'd make a sound. Without a warning, she felt his teeth like needles plunge deep into her flesh, animalistic as they ripped through her skin. Her body seized suddenly, not a sound from her mouth, before shuddering and relxing. As he began to draw blood, she felt a warmth emanate from where his teeth stroked against her veins.

It was a feeling like no other. The mixture of his hot saliva and warm, soft lips against her throat made her shiver. She very carefully listened to the gentle slurping sounds, before the feeling suddenly intensified by tenfold. It wasn't like when he first bit her, no – this was different. When she was dying, the bite was...pleasant. Warm, made her feel fuzzy.

This was like he'd lit a fire inside of her flesh, burning her alive but allowing wave after wave of pleasure to brush her in the most desirable of ways. She fell prey to the alluring sexual caress of the bite, allowed herself to be drawn into its arousing effect.

Alucard swallowed a mouthful of his fledgling's blood, its warm coppery taste sliding like wildfire down his throat where it intensified in his belly. The trail stroked against every nerve, sending pleasurable shocks throughout his entire body, his senses heightened by her delicious mercury. He buried his fangs in her throat again, deeper, knowing the effect it had on this woman. She craved it, by the way her body was reacting.

Not long after he had swallowed he began to notice his little slave's hips grinding and bucking gently, rubbing herself against his thigh. He smirked against her throat, lapping his tongue against her hot flesh. He knew she was finding herself succumbing to the binding of ecstasy, allowing it to fill her, drown her.

Already he could smell her sweet nectar, its sweet, tantalizing scent filling his nose. That, joined with the scent of her blood caused him to become aroused. His member writhed in his pants, the blood in his veins rushing in the direction of his crotch. He was growing in size quickly, but he couldn't help it. She was doing this to him.

A moan escaped Seras' lips, one filled with absent-minded pleasure. As she rubbed herself against his leg, she felt the electric jolts of pleasure rush to her brain where logic was quickly becoming foggy. She gyrated her hips, another pleasured moan snaking its way from between her lips. She wanted to feel his skin, not the fabric of his pants although it was damp now from her juices. Seras lifted her hand to nestle her fingers in his hair, holding his head against her neck as he drank from her, never wanting this feeling to end.

Although desperate, a desire for him to touch her, she couldn't find the will to vocalize what she wanted. Her throat was dry and her breathing torn and ragged, causing a flare of slight pain every time she took a breath. Alucard's tall form hovering above her, not quite feeling her, it was driving her insane. She craved him, every inch of him.

Just then, he pulled his head away from her throat despite her hand making a futile attempt at holding him in place. He let out a hiss as he rose, allowing Seras to cry out at the pain she felt as he ripped his mouth from her sensitive flesh. He dropped his head in a vicious kiss to her lips, ravaging her pink, swollen mouth. The taste of blood on his tongue made its way to hers, and she moaned as she began to move her lips in sync with his, the passion exploding between them. His teeth nicked her lower lip, and she gasped into his mouth; his tongue lapping at the tiny wound, before pressing up against hers, making her taste her own lifeblood.

Their mouths danced together, hot and wild as Seras' hands began to pull at his clothing, wishing to feel his smooth flesh against her own. Alucard did not deprive her of her want, pulling away from her sensual, sweet lips to tear his coat and shirt off, disregarding where they fell as he flung them quickly away.

"Do you want me to taste you?" Alucard asked, his voice like silk in her ear. She shivered, her breath hot and rapid as she nodded. What he meant by that she wasn't quite sure but in that moment, she was willing to do anything to him, for him. She didn't care.

The vampire lord chuckled deep in his throat and he leaned back down, pressing his lips against her collarbone, then continuing to trail sweet, gentle kisses down along her body; down the valley of her breasts, along her stomach, his tongue briefly dipping into every hollow and curve on its way down. He then stopped, his teeth grazing gently over her hipbone, his hands caressing her inner thighs. Using both strong hands, he pulled her legs apart, baring her womanhood to him in its hot, wet glory.

"What are you doing?" Seras asked, her voice breathy and wavering as she spoke, already lost in the pits of sinful lust. She didn't dare lift her head from the mattress, too embarrassed to look her Master in the eye. She had never been so... exposed. Never before had she been indecent to anyone, never had she been so intimate with anyone.

He didn't reply, and that made her nervous, but only for the briefest second. She felt him lay a kiss on her inner thigh, so close to her swollen slit. She let out a shaky sigh, feeling every muscle in her body tighten and release, anxious but excited.

And then she felt as his tongue flicked out and gave her slit one hard, long lick. She gasped and felt her body shudder, her back arching ever so slightly. He pressed his tongue in between the lips down there and he began to lick her sensitive pussy; his tongue caressing and assaulting her clit, making her shiver and moan in pleasure.

Alucard swept his tongue against her, feeling her tight little fuckhole shiver and ease at his teasing. Oh, how she tasted. Her arousal was so sweet, hot against his tongue, its sugar-like sweetness coating his mouth in thick, wet layers. He closed his lips on her clit and sucked, feeling her body seize around him before a loud cry of ecstasy filled the room from his Draculina's mouth. He, too, gained pleasure from this act of lust, but right now he wanted to see just how far he could push her body until enough was enough. Would she ask him to stop? Would she lose the innocent thing he believed to be a façade and ask him to brutally fuck her until she was numb? He was doubtful at that one, but this was a woman he hardly knew. He wanted to know her, what she enjoyed, what made her feel good, what caused her to scream.

And so he continued to suck and lick, his tongue very gently pressing against her hole every now and then, causing her hips to buck up. He quickened his pace; she began to move her hips. He growled against her, pulling his mouth away before snaking back up to her lips, positioning his body against hers, forcing her legs to accommodate his body.

He slammed his lips to hers in a forceful kiss, a kiss she willingly accepted, moaning as he pushed his tongue past her lips into her mouth, forcing her to taste herself. Seras' legs wrapped around his waist, clenching tightly with her fleshy, supple thighs. Alucard could wait no longer, his manhood painfully evident as it pushed against the confines of his clothing. He used a hand to reach down and undo his belt, nearly ripping the zipper of his pants open. His member sprung out almost immediately, practically panting, eager to stretch his slave open.

Now was when he didn't care to be gentle, when the desire for this submissive girl beneath him overruled his brief want to make love. He, in his domineering, sick way, wanted to break her.

Or at least try to.

Before he violated her in the most pleasurable way possible, the No-Life King bent to Seras' ear, his voice low and contained, showing very little emotion towards her, if any at all. "I'm going to fuck you, Seras," he told her very calmly, "until you scream."

His vampire Queen didn't have time to reply, even if she'd wanted to, because before she could even register and comprehend what he'd said, he'd positioned his hard, throbbing girth at her slick entrance and with a single push of his pelvis, he thrusted deep into her, a groan ripping itself from his mouth.

Seras screamed. Not from terror, not from fear, but from pure, raw agony. Something inside of her ripped as he plunged deep into her, causing her body to very suddenly stiffen, the pain bursting in her abdomen like an explosion. Alucard stilled himself, allowing her to suffer for a minute, and even adjust to him, absorb what had just happened. It was a new feeling, and it was still painful, but as the initial shock ebbed away it felt...almost good.

Alucard watched as Seras writhed beneath him, similar to that of a helpless kitten, watched as her pretty features twisted into something of pain. Her mouth opened in a scream, and he grinned. He had a sick view on what she was feeling. Her pain resulted in his pleasure. He wanted her to feel pain, wanted to watch as she took all of him in brutal, hard thrusts.

But he would wait, patient as her incredibly tight pussy stretched around his hot shaft, adjusting to his thick, long size.

He didn't want to do this against her will, no. He would do this with her consent – it didn't mean he had to be sweet about it. He knew without even beginning that she did in fact take pleasure from her own suffering; like she loved to feel that pain. She got a sexual thrill from it. And that was fine. It suited his preference, too.

He took a glance at her, remaining perfectly still. Seras' held her eyes closed, her hands balled into fists with the sheets beneath her beautiful, naked form tucked into them. A moment passed, her hips shifting the slightest bit, and she let out a hiss from behind clenched teeth, her eyes snapping open. Alucard was taken aback the tiniest bit to see that Seras' hues were glowing bloodred, giving him the hint that she was in fact ready for him to move himself in her.

Once he was given said green light, he didn't hesitate. He pushed himself up, back perfectly straight and grabbed her ankles in an iron grip. He held her legs out and open and gave her a wicked smirk before pulling out his length, and slamming back into her. Seras cried out, her back arched as he repeated the merciless action, before picking up a steady but fast rythym.

Her cunt was absolutely drenched in desire, the clear, thick liquid coating him in its hot essence as he rammed into her without care. He fucked her hard, her body writhing with every thrust, her breaths becoming shallow and frantic. He grunted and growled, his teeth clenched and jaw hardened as he stared down, a grin splitting his lips as he saw his fully erect member was now coated in a layer of blood.

It was a strangely euphoric sight, the scent of her sweet liquid copper enthralling him. He let go of one of her ankles and as he continuously thrusted into her with an unsympathetic force, he placed one hand over her swollen clit. He began to massage it with his palm, watching as it caused her to nearly lose her mind.

"Master, wait," she cried, her voice sweet yet full of angst. "You're hurting me!"

Alucard didn't wait. He saw the pink tinge in her cheeks, how her pussy was responding to his brutal assault. She was loving it. She was only getting wetter, her cunt quivering around his manhood with every push. "Am I, Seras?" he asked, his voice full of lust, the tone dominant and almost accusing. "Don't you like it?"

As soon as he'd asked, she let out a cry of pleasure, her eyes seemingly rolling back in her skull as her back arched, forcing his dick into her moist, hot cave deeper. He let out a sudden, load groan. Whatever she did, it felt good. He thrust into her at a slightly slower pace now, but harder, and every time he felt that little explosion of rapture.

"Don't move," he commanded her, grabbing her hip with the hand he'd been using to stimulate her swollen clit. He kept her pelvis rigid as he slid in and out of her with lubricated ease, his head falling back, his eyes closed. He heard Seras' let out a breathy, almost delirious giggle and he glanced down at her, one hazy eye open as he slowed his pace right down, making sure she felt every inch of him fill her.

"What's so funny, my little Draculina?" he asked, growling the question at her. She moaned again, her mouth open wide as he pushed against a sacred spot inside of her, the head of his member brushing lazily against it. "You're right," she answered, her voice low and sultry, eyes half-open with pleasure. "I do like it, Master. I like it a lot."

He smirked, and pulled out of her, earning a displeased, shocked gasp. He didn't respond, and grabbed her hips. He flipped her onto her stomach without much effort before in one vicious pull, had her on her knees, plump, wondrously curvy ass on display to him up in the air. Well, if she enjoyed the pain, the way he would make her scream and ache with unimaginable lust, he'd give just that to her.

He took a moment to allow his desire-hazed gaze to wander over the supple, firm cheeks before him, the way the pale silver light illuminated her skin; almost making it glitter. She was indeed a beauty. Better yet, she was his beauty. That was the most beautiful thing about her.

He positioned himself at her entrance again, a smile gracing his lips as he took in the pink, fleshy beauty of that, too. The insides of her thighs were wet with her arousal, as well as her virgin blood. Alucard bent, bringing his tongue to her marred flesh, very slowly lapping the nectar from her skin. He heard Seras' let out a low moan, her skin rising in gooseflesh in his tongue's wake. Oh, how easy she was to please.

He straightened his body once again, and lay one hand on her left ass cheek, the other hand laying itself on her hip before gripping it tightly. She was so perfectly curved, so innocently wonderful. But he would break her. He would.

Without warning, he thrust into her, this time at an upward angle. Seras didn't hold back the scream. It ripped from her throat in high-pitched waves, full of lust, longing, and most importantly of all – pain. He didn't hesitate this time, didn't wait for her to relax and give him the signal. He disregarded her feelings in that moment, seeing her as purely his lowly submissive, nothing more than something for him to release into.

So he fucked her. He pulled her hips to meet his pelvis with every thrust into her, uttering low, guttural groans of unmasked pleasure. Her moans, cries and shrieks of pleasure mingled with sharp pain was like music to his ears, his motivation. He leaned back now, angling his member higher again, but this was mostly just because he wanted access to her ass, to see how it bounced against him.

He rose a hand and brought it down hard against her pale ass cheek, the slap loud and left his palm stinging. Seras' body jolted forward and she threw her head back in a scream of pain, before dropping it, uttering a low, shaking moan. "Ungh, Master," she panted, her voice raw. "Please, please do that again."

He enjoyed listening to her beg, but it showed she wasn't on the verge, or even close to having enough. But he was willing to entertain her sick pleasure. He removed the hand from her hip and reached forward, gently, delicately lacing his fingers through her tousled golden locks...before clenching his fist in her hair and wrenching back her head. He spanked her again, harder this time, and her eyes snapped open. His dick thrusting deeper, faster, the wet, sucking sounds loud as her cunt drenched him. She screamed again, this time his name, and he grinned.

"You love the pain, Seras," he told her, voice glazed with desire and pleasure. "You want to be treated like this, don't you? Whore."

The vulgarity wasn't necessary, but judging by how his physical assault sexually excited her to the heights of pleasure, he was sure that humiliating her in this way would thrill her just as much.

She nodded as best she could whilst being held in the position she was in, and Alucard let out a chuckle, its dark sound causing a shiver to dance against Seras' spine. He gently laid a hand on the hot handprint, rubbing ever-so softly in attempt to soothe it. He then let his hand glide lower across her skin, until his thumb rested against her tight little asshole. He pressed against it, very gently, knowing that even the slightest pressure there would drive her wild.

And he was right.

Seras didn't comment, said nothing, but the moan she let escape her lips this time was almost strangled in the pleasure she was experiencing. Alucard let his head fall back, basking in the euphoria that was her tight pussy, her soaking walls clenching him as he mercilessly pounded into her, his thumb circling the puckered flesh of her ass. She began to move her hips in sync, slamming her ass back against him; her keening cries of pleasure filling the hot, sweating room.

Alucard was almost surprised at his fledgling's enthusiasm, and then allowed his thumb to slide into her tight asshole, causing Seras' body to quiver and another breathy moan to leave her lips. He didn't hold back then, fucking his bride-to-be without care, without mercy. She would break beneath him, and as he pounded her forward, pulling her hair at the roots, he could feel her body begin to shudder with the oncoming climax.

"Scream for me, you slut," he growled, his deep voice almost risen to a shout. "Scream!"

And with that, Seras screamed. Her body convulsed, it shook, it heaved, and her cunt clenched his hard, throbbing shaft. Without thinking, he pulled himself from her in a quick backwards thrust and from his blood-coated, wet head, his seed shot out at rocket-speed. He let out a loud, unyielding groan of pure pleasure as he watched his cum spray onto the pale skin of her back, and fell back to sit on his heels.

Just as he sat back, his seed leaking onto his shaft, he licked his lips, watching as his Draculina came. She squirted her juices out of that tight, raw-red pussy, and he took pleasure in it splashing against him, seeping into the bedsheets. She collapsed then, her legs spread wide, pussy pulsating and throbbing as she moaned softly. He took in her form, legs stained with her blood, pussy dripping with her orgasm; back laced with his hot seed, her face buried in the pillows at the head of the bed, her golden locks matted with sweat.

A beauty indeed.

"Goodnight, my broken Queen."

Hope you enjoyed. It was actually a lot of fun to write! It was extremely hostile, I understand, and I apologise if any of you were offended. I did give you fair warning, though.