Happy Valentine's Day! If you're lonely today, consider this my Valentine's gift to you.
So with this story, initially I had decided to keep it at just the one chapter, but thanks to your support I've decided to keep it going. I can already promise you it's not going to be updated a day or even a week at a time (sorry!) but I will do my best.
Hell, we might even get a bit of a plot going – with smut in every chapter – and make this into a proper story!
WARNING: butt stuff. That's all I will say.
Marksman
A week had passed since Seras had been thrown into her new life of immortality, and she had yet to adjust to the ways of the undead.
She no longer required food to fuel her body, nor did she need to sleep in a bed anymore; Walter had very kindly replaced her Queen-sized bed with a coffin that was just as comfortable, if not a little unusual at first. After the first night of sleeping in the suffocating space, Seras had already noticed a difference in herself.
But still, she could not bring herself to indulge in the blood left waiting for her every evening she returned to her room.
It was always left in the same spot; in a bag upon a lonely table in the centre of the room, its image always enhanced by the rays of silver light that shone so lovingly upon it, as though beckoning her to empty the bag's contents into her mouth like the sophisticated beast she was meant to be.
And every night, she wondered if this was how Alucard drank the sustaining human blood.
Supposed it was human blood, anyway.
These thoughts ran through her head as she pulled on her sagging old leather boots, preparing to leave the mansion for the evening. She stood after dressing completely, catching sight of herself in the floor-length mirror as she passed through the room, ignoring the meal laying in wait on her table.
The red suit she wore as her official Hellsing uniform clung to her womanly figure as perfectly as she could have imagined. There was nothing she could complain about, except maybe how tight it was around her hefty bust. Regardless, even that was manageable, if she didn't suddenly puff her chest out.
With a last run of a brush through her golden locks, Seras left her chambers, closing the door behind her as quietly as she could.
As she walked through the long, tall hallways, Seras couldn't help but feel as though the air was too heavy; the silence considered to be suffocating. It was so eerily quiet, her footfalls seeming to be louder than a tolling church bell as she walked, despite how delicately she placed each step. She knew there was no one sleeping, yet she could not help the effort to be silent. It was quiet for a reason – who was she to disturb the haunting peace?
After a long and very uncomfortable trek through the mansion, she finally managed to find the kitchen and passed through without a word to any of the few silent staff who cleaned aimlessly the stainless steel counter tops. She wondered about them, the staff that never spoke.
They still had their tongues, though. Didn't they?
She tried not to think too deeply about that disturbing possible fact as she hurried from the kitchen, pushing through a set of swinging doors through to the cold pantry. Why wouldn't their tongues still be intact? She couldn't help but wonder.
She didn't dawdle for long, barely sparing a passing glance to the shelves stocked full with food, and pulled the back door open, a gust of cool night air surrounding her, kissing her pale, unsettled skin.
Seras, still to this day, could not decipher what it was about the night that had always made her so at ease, so at peace with not only her surroundings, but herself.
Just beyond the neat stretch of land that unrolled itself before her gaze, a forest lay at rest. It was her first evening outside of the mansion since she had been transformed and it was a moment that would forever slumber within her mind.
A breeze that would have been cutting against human skin no more than tickled her exposed flesh now, its transparent assault of the night sauntering silently through. It carressed the blades of grass beneath her feet, its arms reaching through the forest only a few metres in front of her, carrying with it the sounds of the night she had so dearly missed, only now the sounds were amplified a dozen fold.
There were crickets chirping, leaves rustling, an owl hooting somewhere nearby. Everything was so alive though it appeared so dead. Despite her preference of the night in the duration of her human life, she could now really appreciate in ways she didn't realise were possible.
She felt peaceful, wrapped in a cocoon of chilling silence that to most would have been unnerving but to her, was as natural as the earth she stood upon.
Seras began to stroll forward, her steps lazy and relaxed, hands clasped loosely behind her back. It was pleasant to finally get out without the supervision of someone, though she doubted she was really alone. Still, she didn't let that faze her as she advanced towards the forests alluring entrance, eager to test out just how accurate her eyesight was.
Integra had allowed Walter to leave a simple, small handgun with Victoria for now. It wasn't ideal, considering the equipment Seras had been a part of the police force, but it was a small pleasure in knowing that she was trusted with some sort of firearm.
The gun was tucked safely into the holster strapped around her thigh and she could barely feel it against her steps.
Seras had always been taught since joining the police force it was irresponsible to waste ammunition, but after being cooped up inside for the past week, she was finding the thought of shooting off some bullets for practice more and more appealing. It would aide her sanity, too. What harm could it do, anyway?
But just to be sure she wouldn't be disrupting anyone or anything, or bring unwelcome attention to herself, she began her deep descent into the forest. She wasn't quite sure just how far the trees reached but she had a good sense of navigation. Or so she liked to tell herself.
Seras walked for about a half an hour until she was satisfied with her location.
The ground of the clearing she had chosen was mostly flat and she could see all around her through the sparse saplings that gathered around her. She was careful to pick what direction to aim in and decided to aim straight ahead from where she entered the clearing.
To think she was followed was not an unwise assumption but she pursed her lips and pushed away the thought anyway. She wasn't going to kill anything or anyone, so why would they bother to follow? Seras definitely wasn't stupid enough to run away. She would be found, one way or another.
And besides, she knew who would find her. And she knew exactly how she'd be punished.
The thought, a heated one, caused a blush to mercilessly form in her pale cheeks and she shook her head as through trying to expell the thought forcefully from her mind. Since when had her thoughts become so hazy with sex?
Oh, that's right. When she was robbed of her innocent world view just over a week ago.
With an involuntary roll of her eyes, she took one last check of her surroundings before drawing her pistol.
It was lighter now in her hands than before, as though she held a piece of plastic in her grip.
Perhaps that was to do with the exhilarating rush of the freedom she now had with this in her hands, alive in this very moment. It was almost breath taking, a feeling of relief taking hold of her in those brief seconds.
She smiled, a very dainty stretch of her lips, before she drew her arms up in front of her and closed one eye, aiming into the darkening night surrounding her. She could pinpoint every detail of every thing before her, her gaze being drawn to nothing and everything. With a sharp inhale, she pulled the trigger of her handgun and watched almost in slow motion as the bullet burst from the barrel of the gun.
She could see as the bullet pushed through the air, making a direct beeline for a stray falling leaf. Just as the browning, dead leaf was halfway between the twig it had dispatched from and the ground below, her bullet, a sharp glint in the still darkness, pierced through the enlarged sepal.
The leaf split as soon as the bullet had passed through and fluttered to its destination in separate pieces now, and the bullet continued on its journey only to end up lodged in a farther tree trunk.
Seras let loose the breath she had held as she watched her mark be eliminated.
Holy crap, she thought to herself, slowly lowering her handgun, I hit the mark. Perfectly.
But yet, it wasn't that simple. She hit her mark, but she could see exactly how she achieved it. How the bullet travelled, in what moment the leaf split. She saw the strands of the browned stem that ran through the centre of the leaf split individually, stretching until they snapped apart. It was dizzying.
She slumped her shoulders forward, letting one hand release itself from the gun and she ran a hand through her hair, letting out a breathy, pleased giggle. Though only a few seconds had passed since she fired the gun, she felt as though she had watched the bullet fly for a millennia.
That was so cool.
Seras jumped then, and let out a startled yell at the sudden sound of clapping. Slow, dispersed claps that echoed through the cold air around her, robbing her of the breath she'd taken. She hunched her shoulders then, and glanced wildly all around her, looking for the culprit only to find him moments later, leaning against the tree directly behind her, only a few feet of distance between them.
And it was Alucard. Who else?
He didn't care to show any sign of surprise or apology for scaring her nearly half to death, but why would he?
Her Master seemed to love having the element of surprise on his side, working it as an advantage over her continuously. Though spotted, the vampire did not move from his spot, nor did he offer her any sign of greeting. So, she had been followed. The most irritating thing about it was she hadn't even noticed him trailing her, stalking her like his prey.
How dare he? She thought, secretly raging inside of her mind. She was furious, not so much at the fact he had followed, but that she hadn't noticed, not at all. When the realisation hit her, she scowled viciously. He had trailed her, most likely effortlessly in concealing himself, all the way from the mansion, and hadn't said a word!
"Master!" she snapped without much thought, "That's rude! You're going to give me a heart attack someday."
He didn't react with a chuckle, rather he just raised his brow at her.
"Really? How odd, considering your heart is already stopped."
Immediately she regretted her choice of words but was too fuelled by the anger and humiliation she felt at herself to do anything about it, much less back down from him. "Don't be so smart, you know what I meant," she muttered in a half-growl, turning to him with a sideways glare as her weapon.
He narrowed his gaze very slightly, but she caught it nonetheless.
"It would not bode well for you to continue that kind of disrespect towards me, Police Girl," he growled back, only there was much more maliciousness behind his words. "You should know by now your missteps don't go unpunished."
He pushed off from his resting stance and stepped closer to his Draculina, almost in awe of the way her body language did not even slightly falter in response to his shortening proximity. Could it be she was growing a backbone? Or was it just the fact she was furious with herself for not catching him on her trail the entire time? He wasn't quite sure, but he was enjoying it regardless.
But she needed to understand a tongue of valour would do her no good, not with him.
"Punish me all you want, I don't care," she said brazenly, her clutch on her gun tightening as he closed the distance between them slowly. "It isn't fair that you think you can just interrupt my time alone whenever you feel like it!"
Ah, there it was. Seras was scared, desperately grasping at the diminishing anger to mask it, but alas; he was a master at reading emotion, and on someone who was as easy to read as an open book, it was that much simpler. The very discreet tightening of her fist was his indicator.
"And why isn't it fair?"
She stilled, her eyes widening in brief surprise. She hadn't expected him to ask anything, and was completely unprepared to answer. "Well, I... I... It just isn't!" she spluttered, frowning as she tried desperately to form some sort of logical sentence in her defence. "I'm entitled to some form of privacy, even if it is just to do this."
It was pathetic, she knew it was, and she could feel her anger begin to slowly fizzle out. Dammit, she'd never be able to convince him she was a person too with needs of her own that didn't concern him. He wasn't fooled by her babble, and they both knew it.
The grip on her handgun loosened and she stepped back from him, showing her submissive side to him once again.
Now she was in for it.
She waited for him to pounce, to spring forward and tackle her to the forest floor only to have his way with her and so she clenched her eyes shut, whole body tensed as she anticipated his brutal strength to overwhelm her.
And she waited.
But it never came.
Cautiously she opened her eyes only to see him gazing at her with an expression that could only read as passive. No carnal lust, no anger, no amusement. Just a passive expression, perhaps even a thoughtful one.
"Master?" Seras asked, not quite ready to relax around him.
He didn't respond in words, but instead, held his hand out to her, expression unmoved and unchanged. The mask he wore still in place. Seras didn't have a reason to refuse his hand, and so she reached out, laying her gloved hand in his and felt as his fingers closed around her knuckles and he pulled very gently on her arm causing her to stumble closer to him.
And he just stood there, holding her hand in his, eyes glowering down into hers in utter silence.
She didn't know whether this was a moment they were sharing or if it was the calm before the storm. With that stony facial expression, she simply couldn't tell if she should fight or flight. It was impossible to know what he was thinking and she was almost to afraid to tempt another response from him, unsure whether she'd get a verbal one or a brutal, aggressive fucking.
Either was a possibility, really.
"Do you know why I chose you, Seras Victoria?" he asked, his voice passive in both tone and pitch. He didn't phrase it in such a way that required her to comfort him, he didn't ask in the way that lead her to believe he needed to be reassured and comforted, rather he asked the question like he already knew, but wanted her to figure it out; like he wasn't going to tell her.
Like she needed to ask herself, and answer it herself.
"I... don't know. I just assumed it was under the circumstances, and you felt guilty, maybe. I mean, you didn't have to shoot through me, but it was the most logical thing to do."
It was an honest answer, and it was truly what she believed. She couldn't help but have the feeling she was so far from the mark though when she verbalized it. But perhaps she wasn't. From the way he reacted, it was true. But not quite.
That didn't lessen her confusion, though. Why bring this up? If any time was a time to speak of it, it would have been the first night of her transformation.
"Yes, that's partially the truth. But I could have just let you die. Why didn't I?"
Victoria frowned. She didn't know. Was she just meant to play this guessing game until she answered correctly? Is that what he wanted?
She took a moment, lowering her gaze from his for a moment while she thought before answering the second question. "Because of the human part of you that still has a conscience?"
He chuckled, as though amused by her naive view on the situation of her death. He dropped her hand and resumed his lazy, careless position against the tree she'd spotted him at moments before then. "Trust me, my dear, there is no human part of me. The sooner you know that, the better our relationship will be."
His vacant expression returned moments later, and he folded his arms. "No. I didn't save you on a whim, Seras."
"Then why?" she asked, dropping her handgun, suddenly overwhelmed by curiosity and a strange wave of sadness. "Why did you, then? Because you thought I was attractive? Because all you wanted was to sleep with me?"
It seemed frivolous and childish to say aloud, but it was the most logical reason she could find in that moment. And then judging by his reaction, it was clearly not a good assumption. The No-Life King chuckled again, a brief but pleasant sound and shook his head. "Though it seems that way, no, that's not why, either."
Seras dropped her head, clenching her hands into fists at her sides. Was he emotionally torturing her on purpose?
"You are my mate."
That was unexpected.
"In you I saw a ruthless killer but a gentle soul, a Queen who would bow to her King but stand against him when she saw fit. Granted, you are incredibly attached to your human side but that will pass. But the colour of you, of your strong will, that is why I saved you," Alucard said, his voice low but a caress of the blonde vampire's ear.
She stood still, stunned into silence.
He studied her a moment longer before advancing towards her again, only a step to close the distance between them. He stood so close, and bent to her ear, knowing she was in the processing stage of her emotions at the moment. "You are my Draculina, and you will be. Forever."
He barely caught the fleeting emotions that flurried like a blizzard across her face before she had her hands pressed against his cheeks and her lips were pressed to his in a frenzied, hungry kiss.
He felt as her whole body pushed up against them, pushing them back into the tree behind them, her hands trailing from his face to rest on his shoulders, her lips fitting against his like they were moulded to be together.
The kiss came as a shock, but a pleasant one.
Alucard allowed his hands to roam freely over her voluptuous body, his palms already knowing so well every curve and hollow of her goddess-like form. He rested his hands on her hips, allowing the kiss to continue on for another few seconds before he broke it, his lips gracing her ear once again.
A smirk ravaged his lips as he spoke into her ear, his breath just as chilling as his words.
"But don't mistake that for love," he said just as he tightened his grip on her hips and spun them around, slamming her forcefully into the spot she had previously pinned him against.
He didn't give her a chance to react before he grasped the collar of her uniform and tore it open, the fabric giving way beneath his vicious tug almost instantaneously. The pale moonlight that filtered through the canopy overhead was dim, but still it took to her skin like moth to a flame.
She wore nothing beneath except for a pair of black underwear, a sight that he drank in greedily. His eyes trailed from her voluptuous breasts to her narrowed waist, to her hips and the way the underwear clung to them... it was a indeed a breathtaking sight.
And gracing her throat were the faint marks of his fangs.
Too quickly they were healing, and he didn't want her to ever forget, not even for a moment, who she belonged to.
He reached his hand down and tugged at her underwear, sidling them down around her thighs without a care for being gentle before taking a handful of her blonde locks in his hand and twisting her around, pulling her hips towards him and forcing her to bend over for him.
She let out a faint yelp as a protest, but he didn't care to listen. When was she going to learn that the innocence and frailty of her in these moments only fed his desire?
Alucard spared a long glance to her perfect, plump ass, and caught the faint shiver that rattled her whole body for a moment. He watched as she scrabbled to hold onto the tree for some support, her neck losing all strength as she dipped her head forward.
She was such an excellent marksman. At least she'd have another use aside from his source of relief.
He wasted no time in undoing his pants, his already erect member springing to life, eagerly waiting to violate his Draculina yet again. He allowed himself to lean against her ass, his thick girth resting comfortably between the rounded cheeks of her ass, and he knew she would be able to feel the pulse that pained him so, letting her know just how much he craved to penetrate her over and over.
He, with his fingers still tangled in her hair, wrenched her head up in one quick motion, bringing her body up in the same motion. She whimpered as her hair was pulled so viciously at the roots but said nothing, knowing this was happening either way.
"You need to learn to be less impulsive, Seras," he told her, his mouth barely an inch from the nape of her neck. "Surely you know no good ever comes of it."
With that being said, he positioned his throbbing cock at her entrance, already feeling her slick folds quiver with anticipation. She was so easily aroused, it was so wonderful. Without warning, he pushed himself deep inside of her, earning a cry of surprise and a whining moan of slight pain from the beautiful creature before him.
Her cunt was tight around him, its wet warmth causing streaks of pleasure to haze across his vision for a moment before he was drawn back into reality. He pulled himself out, his head still barely held within her crevices before he slammed himself back into her, burying his member to the hilt inside of her glorious pussy.
Without any hesitancy, he picked up a quick and rather brutal pace, thrusting her forward roughly with every grind of his hips. His pelvis slapped against her ass, those sounds truly euphoric to his ears, her moans and breathless panting only encouraging him to fuck her harder.
Her knees were beginning to quiver, and he could feel as her dripping cunt tried so desperately to ease the harsh treatment it enjoyed recieving and he could tell she loved it even though her feeble attempts to stop him in his tracks tried to persuade him otherwise.
He tightened his grip in her hair once again and held her head in place as he slowed his hips now, but made every thrust into her pussy a hard, merciless one, the head of his hot, throbbing cock reaching deep inside of her.
The night air was cold around them but it did little to cool the hot flush taking akin to Seras' pale skin. It was a gorgeous sight to see the trembling, keening mess he could turn her into. She took his fucking so well, and she loved it. What better match?
The hand he rested so comfortably on her hip slid to her stomach now, and the hand in her hair gave a short tug, his arms working in sync to pull her to him, sliding her body to his where they fit so wonderfully together, her back hot against his chest, the heat of her skin radiating through their layers of clothing.
The crown of her golden head rested just beneath his chin, and he inhaled the rose scent of her hair deeply.
It was a moment where his need for brutality quivered, where he questioned it. She was so lovely, to treat her in such a way would have been a crime with her sweet face and wide wells of empathetic blue, framed by black and gold. She was a portrait of sweet, beautiful colours. Who was he to mar that perfection with what he was?
And then the scent of her delicious blood wafted into his nose, and he came back to himself, rage and sensual arousal still intact. She may not have deserved the treatment he loved to gift her with, but she did so love it and he wouldn't deprive himself of his own carnal lust at the expense of her comfort.
Alucard's lips flirted with the outer edge of Victoria's ear, their soft touch just a tease as he trailed his mouth down to the arch of her pale, delicate throat, his teeth aching greatly in anticipation. He found his own scars with his tongue, indented into her perfect skin, and he gently caressed it so with his velvet-like tongue before his teeth became too much of a burden.
He took care in positioning his lethal fangs and allowed them to sink slowly into her. Just as they pierced the first layer of Seras' skin, a breathless moan left her mouth, dancing in the air around them, breezing into his ears like a gentle touch of love. He did so adore the sounds she made and the slower he bit into her, the more she writhed beneath him.
When his mouth was buried in her neck at last, he drained her blood at a lazy pace, the more drawn out it was, the more Seras' whined for it. Alucard was still as he took in her blood, feasting like a sophisticated monster, whereas she was a relentless victim of pleasure.
Her hips began to grind against him, working his cock inside of her slowly as she moved against him. He groaned, the sound almost inaudible, and Seras probably wouldn't have noticed if only for the vibration against the over-sensitive area.
She moaned in sync with her Master, as she planted her hands firmly on the tree before her and began to push herself onto her Master's hard, throbbing staff, riding him as slow as he drank from her. It was torturous pleasure, feeling his long member slide into her wet, tight cunt, the movement inside of her sending shots of wildfire through her veins.
Victoria knew this particular fucking was to set her straight, was to teach her to control herself, was to give her the incentive to be less impulsive, but she was helpless to the possession of the pleasure he was building inside of her. She was working for release yet she never wanted this to end. It was sending her beyond the night sky, to a place where the only feeling known was pleasure.
Alucard untangled his fingers from Seras' hair, allowing that gloved hand to move to her jaw, holding her head up and in place as he drank from her, his hand on her stomach moving back to its original position on her hip and he began to pull and manipulate her there.
Everytime Seras moved from him, allowing his stiff cock to slide out at a tortuously slow pace, he pulled her back hard, slamming her into place, forcing her to still herself and yet he couldn't help but enjoy the struggle as she moved around him, the feeling proving to be incredibly pleasurable.
Her warm confines was definitely enjoyable and so he allowed her to do it. Though he'd never admit it.
As Alucard swallowed his last mouthful of blood, he ripped his fangs out of Seras' throat before stopping her cry of pain by pressing his tongue to the bleeding wound. She whimpered then, her body shivering violently for a moment.
"I wonder..." he mused aloud, looking down to the vampire before him, watching as she desperately tried to ride up against him, unable to control how badly she needed him to violate her in the most pleasurable sense. "Have you learned your lesson?"
Seras whimpered again in response, her head turning so she could catch his eye and he saw the bright blush in her cheeks. He simply smirked. "No, of course you haven't."
But he knew exactly how to teach her.
He released her jaw and shoved her forward again, causing her to clench tighter to the tree, and he pulled his aching, throbbing cock from the tight, wet space of her cunt. She inhaled sharply with the sudden withdrawal, but he didn't let her do much more than that.
Alucard looked down to his member and admired again just how wet he made his vampire bride. He was covered in her thick juices, strings of her hot arousal connecting them by the head of his cock. He smirked once again, but for a different reason entirely.
"Don't squirm," he told her quietly as he grabbed his cock with one hand, the other laying flat on her back, keeping her bent over for him, her perky ass too delightful to not take advantage of. He would show her something new, and something that was much more painful that what she'd already recieved from him.
He guided himself to her tight little asshole, and slowly pushed against her, and that's when he felt her whole body tense up.
"Master!" she cried out, the worry in her voice painfully evident. "Master, please, no."
Alucard's smile widened, his eyes opening just the smallest bit in reaction.
Had he found her limit? Was this it? Was this the thing that would drive her to an eventual breaking point, one of which there was no coming back from? How would she respond, he wondered. On their first session, his thumb merely pressing to this sensitive spot drove her wild. How about his entire member?
"Oh, Seras," he cooed, as though speaking to a child. "No is not a word I understand too well in these circumstances."
Seras blushed, and turned her head from him. She knew that, she knew it all too well. But this was something... she couldn't possibly deal with the pain, could she? She had nothing to worry about really, considering her digestive system no longer functioned, but that was hardly the first thing that came to mind.
It was so tight. She was so unbelievably tight there, how could he possibly even dream to fit himself in there? Her pussy was a different story, that was managable. It was pleasing to a point she couldn't ever have hoped to witness, but her ass? No, she couldn't do it. But he wasn't going to stop, and her struggle to prevent it would only result in it happening, but ten times more rough as punishment.
"Just... please. Be careful," she pleaded, her head dropped now, accepting her fate.
Alucard simply laughed before pressing himself against the tight little entrance once again. His cock was already incredibly wet from her arousal, and so as he gently pushed at her asshole again, half of the head of his member sunk in with ease. And perhaps that's all she needed.
Seras' eyes widened and she let loose a cry of pain before biting down roughly on her lip. The pain was... throbbing, only slightly sharp and it made her painfully evident he wasn't all the way in. And so she tensed her body, waiting for the rest to come as well as the unthinkable pain.
"Seras," Alucard said, his voice not mocking nor intimidating which came as a rather pleasant surprise. "Relax, or it's going to be much worse."
A moment passed, and Alucard was only barely shocked as her body began to loosen up. She relaxed, even on slightly, but it was pleasing to see she was learning to take commands. Taking that as a signal she had accepted it, he pushed in further, feeling how impossibly tight she was. He groaned as he pushed on, less aggressive, but only hungry for how good it would feel.
He had to give it to his Draculina, she was handling him very well. Her whimpers were the only sign of her discomfort, and yet, they were such pleasing sounds. As he sunk deeper into her ass, he allowed his head to fall back as he gave a hard thrust, forcing the rest of him inside of her.
She let out a scream before falling silent, her body trembling beneath him.
But he was enraptured in his own pleasure, he cared for nothing else in that few seconds. He felt as he twitched inside of her warm, tight space and let out a pleased hum.
Without a second longer in delay, he picked up a steady, soft pace, noticing how she wasn't quite stable on her legs. He grabbed onto both of her hips, supporting her weight as he slid himself back into her ass with very slightly lubricated ease. Seras' body was responding well, despite the shivers he could visibly see dancing against her partially exposed spine.
He pushed up her uniform even more, drinking in the sight of her beautiful moonlit skin as he drew himself out of her, his hips slow and steady before in one quick motion, pounded his hard cock back into her with a grunt of pleasure following.
And then something snapped.
He had initially wanted to go easy, and perhaps take his time with this, knowing it was a whole new experience for his rather delicate Draculina, but after that one forceful thrust, he simply couldn't. His vision hazed red and all compassion drained from his heart, his mind only focused on his release which was building relentlessly.
With his hands tight on her hips, Alucard began to fuck his Queen harshly and roughly, his member spreading her ass with a force so unnatural all either of them could do was moan, while his darling vampire cried out in agonized pleasure. His pelvis slapped against her ass repeatedly, slamming her forward with every forceful thrust.
He knew she was on the verge of letting her release go because her ass, tight already in the most wonderful of ways began to tighten, too. He groaned loudly, his mouth contorting into something vicious.
Alucard reached a gloved hand down then, all the while forcing her to take his throbbing member over and over and reached lower to her pussy before slipping two of his long fingers inside of her warm, quivering slit. She was so wet, and as he began to fingerfuck her as well as failing to cease the pounding in her ass, his beautiful No-Life Queen threw her head back, her spine arching so beautifully. Her cunt was beginning to contract and he could feel his pleasure rising to deafening levels, too.
"Master," she moaned, her voice frantic and full of lust, "Alucard!"
She was breathless and as she turned her head to look at him, he was caught in her beauty; her blue eyes reddened and half-lidded, her pink lips parted and wet, her cheeks flushed. God, he loved fucking her. Just then she cried out again, and reached a hand back, her hand grabbing her ass cheek and spreading it, her eyes closed as he was reaching his point of climax.
"I'm going to cum, Alucard," she whimpered, ending her sentence with a moan that would make men melt.
And just as her pussy contracted tight, Alucard felt himself reach the depths of ecstasy, and he released into Seras' tight, wet ass, his cum spraying into her as he pulled himself from the deliciously tempting confines. Seras moaned again as he pulled out of her, allowing herself to be pulled into climax, too, her body trembling as she threw her head back and came harder than he'd ever witnessed.
He withdrew from her completely, and reacted to her body's spasm quickly. His arms wrapped around her, holding her upright as she trembled in his arms, her moans almost inaudible now, her skin hot and her face flushed. She went limp against him, her head against his chest and her arms loosely clinging to him, her body aching and spent.
"Master?"
Her voice came after a brief respite of eerie silence, its tone dreamy and airlight.
"Yes?"
She stirred in his embrace, her face turning to look up at him with an expression of pure bliss painted on her pretty features.
"It wasn't so bad."
Hope it was up to par with your standards, and I do hope you'll leave some feedback! Thanks for reading, lovelies. Chapter four will be coming! And yes, before you make a joke, just like Alucard.
