Hey there, friends.
I decided to continue this on instead of leaving it at one chapter. We'll see how this goes! I hope you enjoy this continuation as much as you enjoyed the first chapter.
Where Loyalty Lies
It had been such a long time since Seras had slept so well.
Perhaps it was the fact that she had such a luxurious bed to sleep upon, or perhaps it was due to the fact she had been so spent upon her falling into a deep slumber the previous night. Either way, she hadn't felt this well rested in months.
As she woke, she expected rays of golden light to shimmer through the gossamer drapes that hung over the glass balcony doors, a warmth in the room that she would be able to draw into her cold bones as she lay there in the lemony haze for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of being at rest, if even only for a moment.
But instead, the room was as dark as it had been when she had fallen asleep with the exception of the faint moonlight.
Did I sleep through the day?
For a moment she lay there, surrounded by the overwhelming silence, until she felt the pain.
It wasn't an explosion of pain that caused a streak of red to cross her vision, rather a dull ache that slowly but surely flamed to life in her abdomen. This pain wasn't at all familiar and she whined as it made its way from her abdomen to her thighs, creeping along every nerve and muscle as it went. Her midriff ached along with it, and she groaned as she turned onto her side, only then feeling a sharp sting in the skin of her rear.
And with the ache flooded the memories of the encounter she shared with her Master from the previous night.
A shiver ran through her aching body as she could feel his hands ghost over her flesh, the pain the only thing he left her with. She could hear herself cry out for him as she was lost in the twisted scene she relived in that short few seconds. A blush the colour of bloodied rose petals flared in her cheeks and she buried her face in the silken pillows she had slept upon.
Only as she turned her neck did she feel a deep pain erupt in her throat, and she slowly brought a shaking hand to the area in question. There, she could feel the puncture wounds of his fangs, where he had bitten her not once, but twice in one day. Around the broken skin she could feel the crusted, dried blood and she gently prodded at it, loosening it from her flesh. It flaked away against her fingers, causing a numbness to flatten the pulsing ache.
Seras once again felt puzzled.
So... not only was her body's senses heightened in terms of pleasure, but she felt pain just as intensely. And oh, how she had enjoyed the dangerous, sticky mix of the two last night.
Slowly, cautiously, the young vampiress sat up in her bed and with a hesitant hand, she pushed back the silken sheets she did not remember pulling onto herself before falling asleep.
Staining the sheets right between her thighs was a spattering of blood, less brilliant as it had dried now, but still alarming nonetheless. Her eyes wandered over her own form, and she saw more of that blood clashing with the pale of her skin. The insides of her voluptuous thighs were coated in her own blood. Her virgin blood. She lay a hand against the bloodstain, her fingers brushing over the creases of the soiled sheets. There was so much of it, smaller drops of it scattered among the bed.
"Have I done wrong by you, Seras Victoria?"
The blonde-haired beauty nearly jumped out of her skin, and her heart jolted still inside of her chest. Or, it would have, had she still been alive.
"Master!" the vampiress exclaimed, covering her bare chest with her crossed arms almost immediately. But what was the point of that? He had robbed her of any decency she might have previously been entitled to in his presence. That much was clear, and he thought so too, by the way his lips curled into that predatory, all-knowing smirk.
He stood still at the base of her bed, leaning against once of the four posters. He was dressed immaculately from head to toe, hat and trench coat in place. His arms were folded passively over his broad chest as he watched her, his red gleaming eyes barely concealed behind his glasses.
"No need to hide your body," he said, tilting his head the slightest bit. "I have already seen every inch of you."
Still, she did not remove her arms. Just because he had already seen her didn't mean she wasn't embarassed by the thought alone.
"Are you just going to barge in on me whenever you like, then?" she asked, ruffled by how rudely he had enetered her room yet again.
He chuckled. That sound was all too familiar, and with it came another flashback of the same sound echoing in her ears as his face was buried between her thighs, her body writhing beneath his euphoric assault. Even now, she could faintly feel in fond rememberance as his tongue graced her nether region, causing her to witness the true pleasures of nirvana.
Alucard's eyes ghosted over the sight of her, and she could almost feel as he drank in her appearance.
"But of course I am, Police girl. You're mine to do with as I please."
She couldn't help but stare, her lips readily parted to say something in retort but the words, even if she had them in the first place, died on her tongue. He had the effect on her; just as she was about to say something that made sense in her head, his voice alone made her feel... small, stupid. As though she was a child learning how to make sentences all over again.
His eyes flickered down to where her hand had fallen upon the bloodied sheets, and he grinned very briefly.
"I see you've found the beauty of our evening together," he mused, his tone aloof but in total lighthearted. Something that was in deep contrast to what she'd already experienced with him. "You are forever going to be mine, Seras."
Her skin chilled as he spoke her name in his beautiful voice, the effect of him resulting in her toes curling and the soft hands of a skeleton grazing against her spine. She bowed her head, allowing her tousled, sweat-matted hair to fall over her face in a pathetic attempt to hide the look of arousal paint its way onto her face.
"Master..."
Alucard's eyes searched for hers, but only falling upon the crown of her head. It was an amusing feat, the way she shyed from him. Was he really such an intimidating presence to the girl who had looked death in the eye more than once, until finally succumbing by no will of her own? He hardly thought so – perhaps it was the fact that she couldn't fathom why on Earth she felt such a strong attraction to him.
All in due time, he would explain.
But for now, he enjoyed witnessing his Queen's newborn curiosity, relishing the fact she was so ignorant to the ways of her new life, blood, sex, murder and all that would be involved in it.
"Hm?"
She rose her head, eyes reaching for his in the lowlight, a look of what somehow resembled shame chisled into her fine features.
"I... would much like to shower. I feel filthy."
He snorted, the sound a rare one, but also appropriate in response.
"You are."
He turned on his heel and retreated into the shadows for a moment before the faint sound of a click and a flare of marble-white light flooded the room, chasing the darkness from every corner. She peered through the illuminated doorway opposite the room, and saw that it was indeed a bathroom. Unusual that she hadn't taken the time to explore her new home; not like Alucard had given her time to.
He stepped to the side, holding a hand out to direct her and she nodded stupidly. She gathered the sheet around her body and held it in place as she climbed from the bed, feeling unstable on her own feet, the legs she had used to support her for nineteen years. They felt foreign to her as she stepped carefully to the bathroom, focusing on placing one foot in front of the other.
But her thigh muscles felt so weak, and she grimaced as she had to pause, using Alucard's outstretched hand as a support for a moment. "My thighs are in agony," she muttered, reaching a hand down to rub them, her bed sheet held in place with a tuck over her breasts.
"Of course they are. You hardly thought you'd be feeling fine after last night, did you?" Alucard asked, and by the way he phrased it, she could sense he was mocking her. Seras chose to ignore that, and held her tongue to retort with something that would only end in more mocking.
She stepped foot into the bathroom, her bare skin prickling at the cold tiles beneath her feet.
The bright light reflected in a shimmer from the cream and gold tiles that decorated both the walls and the floor, and she nearly crumpled upon seeing the shower. It stretched from one wall to the other, completely panelled with glass, a shower head attached to the ceiling as well as one she could remove from the wall. To the left was a marble shelf, holding gels and soaps as well as a fluffy white tile hanging from a chrome bar above it.
Never before had she seen one so inviting, so luxurious. She couldn't wait to step into it and just stand there, already knowing the water would be soft and silken.
She turned her head to look back at Alucard who stood in the doorway, his hat and glasses now absent, as well as his coat. She raised a single eyebrow, curious as to why.
"Um... Master?"
He chuckled and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind him. She swallowed the nervous lump in her throat, already knowing that he wasn't going to leave her to this privacy either. She turned away from him, catching sight of herself in the large mirror above the sink.
She was paler than ever; her skin had taken on a certain translucence, her real self seeming almost... fake, if there was ever a way to put it. She put a hand against her face, her palm resting in the hollow of her cheekbones. Perhaps it was the angles of the light and dark, but she seemed... older. Mature, in a way she had never thought was possible for her wide-eyed baby-faced self.
It was the beauty of a true woman she now possessed, even the way the silken sheet fell around her curvaceous form, enhancing the wide flare of her hips beneath her narrowed waist, the perfect curve of her thighs enhanced by the waterfall of fabric she held onto closely.
She chose to say nothing of it, but this gift that was so cruel yet so wondrous her Master had bestowed upon her was something that she could never have dreamed to hope for. Then again, with that being said, she'd only experienced the pleasurable side of this life. And she had so many questions to ask! But for now, she would settle for getting clean.
She stepped uneasily to the shower, ever aware of his overwhelming presence, and hesitantly dropped the only bit of decency she had; baring herself for his eyes to wander.
"Why are you so shy, my Draculina?"
It was something she had been asked her entire life, only now, there was a completely different reason behind it. This was intimate, and never before had she been this way with anyone. Of course, she'd had boyfriends, but she had vowed to keep her innocence, to keep herself pure until she met someone who she truly loved and wanted to share herself with.
Alucard was not the one.
Yet, she had no choice. It was almost cruel how he had pleasured her until she melted within the bindings of sinful ecstasy until she had no other option but to succumb to the desire he had shown her to.
"I'm not shy," she muttered, taking the handle of the shower door in hand and opening it, quickly stepping inside of the glass box. She didn't close the door behind her, but peeked over her shoulder just in time to see Alucard strip off his remaning clothing.
Her eyes were drawn to the smooth, hard lines of his naked upper body, the way his muscles moved almost like snakes beneath his scarred alabaster skin. She traced her eyes over every inch of him, watching as he undid his belt and opened his zipper.
A shriek ripped itself from her mouth as his pants dropped, and she was almost horrified to see he wore nothing beneath. He chuckled once again, and stepped from his clothes, discarding them in a pile as he stepped into the shower behind Seras.
"M-Master, this is making me uncomfortable. Could I shower alone? Please?"
Her back was turned towards him, and by the muffled voice, he could tell she had her face buried in her hands. It was amusing to say the least, and he reached over her shoulder to turn on the water.
The shower started up with a faint hum and seconds later hot water began to fall over their naked bodies.
It was entrancing, the way the water ran in rivulets from her soaked hair, tracing silver streams over every dip and curve of her body, and he watched for a moment, drinking in the sight of it. Not soon after the water had began to run did steam start to waft from their skin, the air already getting hot between and around them.
"Not a chance, Seras," he growled into her ear.
She didn't have a chance to reply before her face was pressed against the cold tiled wall before her, her hands pinned at her back. She felt as he used his knee to push apart her legs the slightest bit, her skin slippery and hot. She turned her head to look at him, the water that dripped into her eyes blurring her vision with every blink.
She tried to no avail to loosen her hands from his grip and then began to struggle, jerking her arms around in an attempt to get him to release her. But her Master was having none of that.
She watched as he leaned in to her, his lips parted just enough so she could see his lengthened fangs, their pearly white enamel glinting at her threateningly. Seras whimpered, the sound involuntary but she could not help herself. This man wanted to use her again, wanted to bring her to the heights of pleasure when already she knew her body could not take it.
"Please, Master, please no," she whispered, her voice unable to strengthen itself to enforce how much she did not want it.
But it wasn't like he cared. He only loved it when she begged.
He pressed his nose against his healing bite marks, before biting down into the wounds once again. She would know pain, and she would also know what it felt like to be marked, owned and ravaged by him. Due to her healing abilities, he knew that the marks would fade; that simply meant he got to indulge in a taste of his Draculina every day.
As soon as his deadly fangs had pierced her weak flesh once again and her sweet, metallic blood kissed his tongue, he could feel his member twitch with excitement. He barely cared to listen as his Draculina moaned, her body shuddering very slightly against his hardened form. Not a moment later could he both smell and taste her arousal, its fiery spice quickly laced in her hot blood.
He made a point of burying his fangs deeper into her flesh, swallowing his first mouthful of her delicious red. He felt as the flesh around his fangs gave way a little more, widening his brutal bite, causing Seras to let out a soft whining sound.
"More," she said, her voice weak but full already of that lustful longing he was so pleased to hear.
And so he took more, drinking greedily, feasting upon this beautiful devil beneath him, feeling as her body responded in the most provocative way.
Already his member was standing to full attention, eager to claim her once again, and he pressed himself roughly up against his Queen. His dick rested comfortably against her ass, and slowly, making sure she could feel just how much she had aroused him, he began to grind against her ass.
Seras could barely hold her weight now, the feeling of strength leaving her knees in a slow but sure manner. As he drank from her, she could feel as the blood was drawn from her veins and was replaced by sweet seduction. In place of pain, there was euphoria, and her senses were becoming hazy, all logical thought for resistance being burned away with the fire of wanton need he blew to life inside of her.
The feelings growing in the pit of her stomach were painfully evident as he lay his member to rest against her wet skin, and already she could feel as it throbbed against her. The water running down upon them only heightened the intensity of the seemingly insignificant move by him.
Alucard watched for his Queen's reactions, seeing how he was bending her will so easily and without much resistance from her.
She was the most delightful plaything, something that was unbeknownst to her at this moment in time. So easily could he break her as he already knew, and she did not once resist it. Of course initially she would, as they always did, but as soon as her tongue had barely graced the taste of rapture, she would succumb to its entrancing pull.
The vampire lord was almost lost in the depths of her delicious taste, but he knew not to take too much. He didn't want her as limp as a rag doll; he withdrew his fangs with a vicious tug, and the girl beneath him hissed from his sudden departure. He took a moment to admire his handiwork – not only were his fang wounds deep and brutal, rather there were smaller puncture wounds from his other teeth. He had certainly made his point evident.
A thin stream of blood bubbled up from the holes in her neck and soon mingled with the hot water continuing to rain down upon them, a red so bright and translucent cascading over the contrast of his Draculina's pale, soft flesh.
"Turn around," he demanded as he released her arms.
Perhaps it was the fact she was very nearly intoxicated from the arousal running rampage beneath her skin, and maybe it was because she so anticipated him, but she did so without uttering a single opposing word. He took in the sight of her as she turned; her eyes half-lidded, plump lips parted ever so slightly, her body relaxed but tense all the same, her cheast heaving with the lust she couldn't hide from him.
He placed both strong hands on her shoulders and within a split second, he had her on her knees before him, her knees colliding with the tiled floor with a loud, wet slap. She let out a yelp, and her eyes focused on his, eyebrows furrowed into the most adorable look of confusion before they trailed to his hard, pulsing dick only inches away from her porcelain-like face.
"Open your mouth, Seras," he told her, his domineering gaze glowering down upon her.
Again, it was the same feeling that coursed through his veins; this submissive girl nothing more to him in that moment than a slave in which he would use to his heart's desire. She was going to explore the heights of pleasure with him, over and over, everytime in a new and different way.
But it was not going to be as sweet as she might have wished for.
Not a second later had she her lips parted and mouth open, for a reason she didn't know. The command he gave to her was strict in tone and she knew better than to disobey. She watched, eager but almost frightened, as he took his hand and wrapped it around his intimidating size and continued to guide the head of him to her mouth. Never before had she taken part in an act such as this, but somehow, somewhere deep inside of her brain, she knew what she was supposed to do.
Alucard brushed the choppy, drenched locks of her hair to the side and held it in one hand, just so he could admire to beauty and willingness of this Queen bowing to him, complacent as she knelt before him.
The No-Life king had no time to ask what she seemed so smug about. Seras snaked a hand up along his thigh ever so gently, and took his throbbing dick in one of her small, dainty hands. She trailed her eyes up along his towering form almost teasingly, as her tongue, such a pale, pretty pink, unfurled from her mouth and gave a single lick to the underside of his shaft.
The single move alone sent a tingle through his body, a slight shudder shaking his bones.
He could only watch, very slightly slack-jawed, as she took the head of him into her mouth, closing her lips around him. As soon as he had entered the warm cavern of her wet mouth he let loose a growl of pleasure.
Slowly she began to work her mouth around him, each time she moved, she allowed another bit of his girth deeper into her mouth. She used her tongue in a way that led him to believe that she had done this before. He could feel as her wet, hot tongue swirled around the head of his cock in a way that made his head fall back.
She suckled at him, her teeth very gently scraping against his sensitive skin as she tasted every inch of him, moving her head at a slightly quicker pace now. For where she could not reach him with her mouth, she used her hand to stroke him, pumping his cock deeper into her mouth.
"Don't get too comfortable."
The words left his mouth in the form of a tolling growl, as suddenly he gripped her hair in a deathly-tight grip and with a single thrust of his hips, pushed his entire member into her mouth. He felt as he sunk into her throat, almost losing himself in that feeling. The move had certainly taken his Draculina by surprise as a yelp that didn't quite form properly left her mouth, blocked by his pulsating member.
He pulled out of her mouth quickly, and heard as she whimpered from the shock of it, but he didn't care.
She thought, for one second, she had him on the brink of submitting to her. How could he let that go unpunished?
So he looked down again, knowing his hues were the colour of flames, and thrust back into her mouth again, sliding without care into her throat once again. She gagged around his size and he smirked, watching as tears welled in her wide, doe-eyes. That was much better. And so he thrust into her again, harder this time, and again, feeling her saliva coat him in hot, stimulating layers. He reached down with his other hand and gripped another bunch of her hair, ramming himself down her throat again.
He didn't stop, did not allow her to catch a breath because this would be her punishment. If he had wanted her to take control, he would have said so. But he did not. And for that, she would learn not to do it again.
He kept up a pace, slamming her face repeatedly into his abdomen as he viciously fucked her mouth, letting a moan snake itself from between his lips as he continuously slid with ease into her throat; the sounds of her gagging and whimpering like music to his ears.
His cock continued to grow in size, coaxed by the tight confines of her mouth, and he could feel as he twitched inside of her. With one last hard, unyielding thrust, he pulled from her, ripping her away by her hair. Strings of thick saliva connected them, trailing from the head of his cock to her plump, red lips.
What a beautiful sight indeed.
He didn't care to be gracious with her then, and pulled her hair roughly, forcing her to her feet.
But he did not stop there.
As soon as she was standing, he released his iron grip on her hair and pushed her back against the wall once again. She yelped and arched away from its cold surface, and he used that moment to wrap his hands around her; he used one to hold her lower back, and the other to sweep her feet clear from the ground. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his hips and he pushed back, supporting her with his own strength and the wall.
He glanced down, and could see that already her pussy was glistening with her arousal.
Alucard smirked, and positioned his member at her slick entrance, feeling already the heat she was emanating. She was so deliciously tempting, he did not see the need to deprive himself of her.
He slowly pushed his throbbing dick into her tight fuckhole, and Seras gasped, her hands finding their way to his shoulders where her nails dug in deep to his bare flesh. He buried himself to the hilt, and at this angle, he could feel himself push against her cervix. The girl above him let out a keening whine, her head falling back against the tiles.
He pulled himself from her, seeing just how wet she really was, just how much she craved for him to stretch her open, how much she wanted him to cause her to be lost within another bout of undeniable ecstasy.
So he'd give her just that.
He slammed himself into her once again, his pelvis meeting with her hips in a sudden motion, causing her body to arch so quickly; a moan loud and echoing erupting from that sweet, sweet mouth of hers. He could feel as the walls of her cunt loosened before tightening around him again, continuously adjusting to his size. He didn't wait for her to give him a nod or anything, his hips began to grind mercilessly as he pounded into her without a care to be kind.
Seras cried out again, feeling a pain intensify within her abdomen, feeling every inch of him push into her, stretching her open, shifting things inside of her. It was that delicious pressure that caused her to moan for him, the way his cock filled her causing her to lose all inhibitions.
Alucard grabbed her hips in an iron grip, and pulled her to meet every brutal thrust, their bodies wet and aroused to the point of delirium. With every stroke, he knew he brought her closer and closer to orgasm. She was so easy to please, and how he loved it.
Such innocence was what provoked him to ruin her delightful body.
Alucard, in the midst of fucking his Draculina raw, causing her to become breathless, panting for his dick to reach deeper into her tight, dripping cunt, lowered his head to the valley of her breasts, admiring the way they bounced as he rocked into her body so viciously.
She hadn't felt real pleasure yet.
The No-Life King lay to rest his lips against his Draculina's collarbone, biting down gently, before trailing his mouth to the top of her left breast where he pressed his lips in a kiss.
And then he bit down.
His fangs punctured through her flesh with a pleasurable ease, and blood spurted into his mouth, splashing so seductively against his tongue. Not a second later did he hear Seras cry out, her body shuddering with the overwhelming sense of delicious pleasure, her back arching, forcing him to bite deeper; his fangs tapping against veins, releasing wave after wave of her delectable red to fill his mouth.
He did not cease his vicious fucking, pounding himself deeper into her with every thrust, slamming her against the wall over and over again. He could feel her push closer to orgasm, and there was nothing she could do to stop herself, and he was going to make sure of that. Nothing was going to prevent his Queen from losing her mind in their shared immoral taking of lust.
Seras couldn't hold in her moans and cries for her Master, the feat seeming like an impossible task in that moment of sin.
"This is where your loyalty lies, Seras."
As he drove her into the wall behind her, she arched her back once again, causing him to pound into her at an upward angle, the feeling of him hit against her deepest self something that made her mouth hang open, unable to struggle against the bonds of lust.
Nothing but pleasure intermingled with a sharp, stinging pain came from his second bite and she welcomed it, tangling her fingers in his long, wet raven-dark hair, enjoying the blissful, sexual thrill that washed over her, the lustful warmth wrapping around every inch of her being, whispering sweet nothings to her. His bite was a gift of sorts, and right then, his gift was pushing her over the edge.
Until she could hold it no more, she came.
"Oh, fuck! Master!"
Alucard felt his Draculina's body tense with her oncoming climax, and that urged him to pry into his animalistic desires, ravaging her harder, faster, coaxing the orgasm out of her with an ungodly force. He could feel as her wet walls clenched him all of a sudden, and he could barely hear it as his Queen screamed out in sync with her climax.
He didn't hold back his release; he came hard, his essence spilling into her, hot and fast. He groaned, pulling his teeth from her flesh, throwing his head back as he slammed his cock into her deeper for the last time, basking in the twitching orgasm.
Seras' pussy began to drip then, and as he looked down, he saw their mingled cum, as well as her blood. He watched as it spilled from her fuckhole, and he pulled his still attentive member from her, watching as their orgasm bubbled out of her, falling in sync with the hot, steaming water from above. Again she bled, the vermilion causing the water to take on a pink tinge as it flowed to the floor, swirling towards the shower's drainpipe.
He swept his eyes up along his spent vampiress, watching as she panted, admiring the red in her cheeks.
She let out another quiet moan, her arms falling from his shoulders, her breaths causing her chest to rise and fall in a quick pace.
Again, Alucard's lust was sated. Oh, how she pleased him.
