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Now, onto chapter six. Enjoy! And as always, reviews are definitely welcome!

Porcelain

"Alright, my Draculina."

Alucard's words set fire to something inside of her. Seras was momentarily shocked, frozen into a paralysis of sorts. She blinked, and looked up at him, staring at him with her unwavering blue eyes. He'd said yes?

Did he... Did he truly feel that guilty?

"But don't mistake that for love."

The words were practically screamed inside of her skull, reminding her of the love she so desperately craved from him that wouldn't ever exist. Even now, in her asking of him to love her, she knew that it wasn't real. It was a bandage of sorts, as though he was trying to fix the mess he'd caused inside of her head. Bandages didn't last – they were only there for when the wound was most deep. But this... in showing her something she knew she would never receive again, was that the help she needed, or was it simple cruelty?

A mere taste of love wasn't what she needed right now. Though she wanted it.

Seras had often thought on her Master's abilities, his experience. No one was born that good at something, and who knows how long he'd been living? He'd had countless women succumb to the presence that was him, that frightful sexual energy, and well she knew it.

It made her feel less than these phantom women she'd never known.

How many of them did he care for, though? How many did he love?

There was that voice of reason in her brain, pleading with her to see the truth of the situation. Even if he didn't love her, he was willing to show her what it'd be like. He was willing to treat her like a lover. A week ago, he would have laughed in her face.

A week ago, you didn't have the word slut carved into your ass.

Fair point.

But as excited as she felt, as hot as her skin was, simply begging to be touched by him, she was frightened.

Something inside of her knew what was to come with this, and it wasn't going to be gentle. It may start off that way, but eventually he'd lose control of himself and hurt her. Just like so many times before.

And yet, some part of her wasn't scared. Some part of Seras accepted that.

If that's truly what it felt like to be whole heartedly loved by him, then she'd take it proudly. In this moment, where the world fell away and it was just the two of them, she would forget her own fears and worries and allow herself to be his. It's what she wanted, to be his, and his alone.

And as soon as Alucard's lips touched hers once again, she felt nothing but a surge of pure happiness through her veins, her hands moving to link behind his neck, holding herself so close to him as she allowed herself to be drawn into the monster she so dearly loved.

She felt as the kiss deepened, their mouths opening to each other, their tongues dancing together as though they'd done this a thousand times before. There was no lustful need for pain in this kiss, a certain gentleness radiating from his intimidating presence, causing her to lose herself in his grip. She pressed her chest against his, standing on her toes to give herself to him, their lips moving together like they were made to fit there.

Alucard felt as his Draculina became more and more involved in their shared kiss, her body trembling slightly as she held herself to his height, her hands strained around his neck. He would have chuckled if his mouth wasn't otherwise preoccupied.

To ease some of the pressure on her, he scooped her up into his arms, stepping blindly forward to lay her down on her bed.

His movements were so gentle and sure, he was surprised himself. Of course, there was the burning urge to slam her down and take her without care for being any way kind, but he resisted it to the best of his abilities. There was always another time for that, not now when she had been so specific in her wants from him.

As she fell to the mattress, he used his knee to gently pry her legs open and fell down on top of her, his hands holding him up as well as his parted knees between her fleshy thighs.

Her legs rose to rest on his hips, holding him there, her gaze on him so soft and innocent.

"Seras..."

He said her name with a tormented tone, a frown creasing his features. Already he was fighting off the sadistic darkness inside of him, the voice that whispered such dreadful things to him. In this moment when sweetness should have reigned, the whispers prompting him to do unspeakable things to her were becoming louder, drowning out the goodness he so desperately clung to.

Break her...

His eyes closed in hopelessness.

Mark her, make her feel pain.

"It's okay."

Her voice came like a beacon of light, chasing away the remnants of shadows lurking in his mind, threatening to conquer. He opened his eyes, his bloodred gaze meeting hers.

"If your love is as painful as what I have already experienced, it's okay. This is what I want. Just show me," she half-whispered, her hands finding his face. He could have crumbled beneath her sweet, gentle touch, its warmth coming as such a shock.

And then, the realization dawned on him.

She was accepting the monster inside of him.

He didn't move. Alucard had to take a moment to absorb what she had just said, what she had just committed to. What was now lost with this acceptance? At the start, she'd always been so fearful, so reluctant to allow him to lay hands on her. When he took her in the most violent ways, she'd initially attempt to fight him, only to eventually succumb to him by no will of her own.

But now, she was allowing him to be the beast he had always been.

Well, then. If she was going to allow it, he may as well make it worth her while.

"Remember what you just said," he said, leaning down to speak directly into her ear. "Because I most certainly will."

And with that, he plunged his mouth into her throat.

His lips graced her warm, pale flesh at first, his tongue then sweeping across the sensitive skin of his favoured spot. His scars were fading, a silvery glow highlighting where he'd bitten into her so many times before. This was the brand she so loved to wear, the mark she craved to receive time and time again.

He heard her gasp aloud as he teased her with his teeth, his deadly fangs barely grazing her throat as he chuckled, the sound tingling against her skin, his breath hot on her flesh. Her body trembled very delicately beneath his gracious mouth, anticipating the pleasure she knew all too well.

And so, he'd give her just that.

His fangs slowly pierced her flesh, sinking into her throat in a tortuously slow manner. With it, he pulled a mewl from her mouth, her head tilting back for him. As he began to draw her blood, he felt as her hands tangled in his hair, holding him as he drank from her veins, lighting a fire beneath her skin, causing her to crave this feeling more than anything else in the world.

Her blood was by far the sweetest thing. It was liquor mixed with sugar cane, its burn reduced by the tartness of the contents of her veins. She was a mix of both beast and human, the taste of her hybrid being so alive in her veins. There was the power of her vampiric self, the old blood of Alucard's existence, and there was that human blood that intertwined with it. Such an intoxicating brew that he simply couldn't get enough of, her blood calming the hunger that flared within him.

Seras was already drowning in the euphoria of her Master indulging himself in the taste of her, a warmth spreading from where his teeth buried themselves in her skin. She could feel his soft lips against his throat, the ghost of every other time he'd done this coming to play in her mind.

It was as though it was the first time all over again.

The pleasure she felt caused her nerves to be shocked to life, feeling so intensely every move he made atop her, his clothing emanating the heat of his skin, her flesh picking up every slight tickle of the fabric of his coat.

Already she could feel her arousal building up its sticky consistency between her legs, an ache so painful throbbing in her nether regions. As he bit down deeper, forcing her to feel every inch of his fangs as they sunk into her, she let out a soft moan, her eyes clenching shut as she wriggled her hips. The throbbing ache demanded her attention, the heat between her thighs so unbearably uncomfortable.

She whimpered, her fingers tightening in his hair as she held him, so drunk on this feeling of closeness, intoxicated by the sensation of her Master feeding from her.

Seras felt then as he pushed himself against her, his crotch meeting hers as he began to grind his hips into her wet womanhood. He used her legs on his hips to angle her in such a way that her ass was slightly elevated from the soft mattress beneath them, angling her hips so that her legs were spread wide, and she was completely at his mercy as he pushed his hardening bulge against her, teasing her with the idea of him sinking inside of her.

Seras moaned then, louder this time, a keening cry of pure wanton need as the ache deep inside of her began to pulse with an insatiable need to be soothed.

Alucard's lips against her soft skin spread into a grin of sorts as he swallowed his last mouthful of his fledgling's delectable lifeblood, pulling his fangs from their comfortable place in her throat. His tongue swiped over the punctures, tasting the dribble of red as he leaned back to her lips, kissing her with a fiery hunger. He could feel as her mouth responded immediately, as though she'd been starved of him.

Her tongue glazed over his lips, licking her own blood from him and he let out a breathy chuckle at her eagerness.

He couldn't help but love what she became in these moments.

Seras Victoria's innocence was lost to a point, this lustful vampiress taking her place. He admired what he could do to her with such simple actions, he almost craved the way she reacted with such a burning need.

Alucard then rose a hand to her cheek as he pulled from the kiss, feeling the smoothness of her skin beneath his calloused fingers. Time stopped between them in that moment where he touched her without any of the aggression he planned to violate her with, this action full of a tenderness that neither of them were accustomed to. Something about it felt natural, something about it felt as though in another life, this is how they'd live everyday.

In a moment that was as calm as the ocean on a summer day, he felt a surge of something past. He could recall this gesture from another time when his mortal self knew nothing of pain, but only of a tender loving life, where blood and anguish rang the same catastrophic bell. This was something he'd done before, and with it came memories of another lover.

With the same blue eyes.

He blinked away the past as soon as it had come, unwilling to live in any other moment than the one he was in right now, with this girl beneath him that loved him so.

This he owed her.

He was drawn back into the stirrings of lust when a whimper left his Draculina's mouth, a sound so full of need he could hardly hold back his laugh.

"My, so impatient," he muttered as he drew back from her, shedding his coat to the floor without much care for where it landed.

His words brought a blush to his darling Draculina's cheeks, a sight so beautiful he couldn't help but admire it. A smirk curled his lips and he tilted his head ever so slightly at her, pondering on how he could make her shiver and tumble into the depths of lust this time. He trailed a hand along her thigh, his fingers barely touching her, leaving gooseflesh in their wake.

And then he leaned back down, his lips meeting her chest in a soft kiss, his mouth beginning its descent along her body, his tongue dipping and skimming in every hollow and curve of her, already so pleasantly familiar with her form.

Seras glanced down, already knowing where he was going with that mouth of his and she felt as her legs began to quiver from the sensual assault that he hadn't even started yet.

As his lips skimmed her flesh, her skin grew hotter and hotter until it was almost unbearable, her mind so painfully focused on his descent down along her. She let out a ragged breath, her chest heaving as she waited for his tongue to grace her. Her arousal was hot, her pussy practically dripping already, and she tilted her head back, her entire body arching as his lips met with the beginning of her slit.

"Beg me, Seras," he said, his deep voice sending shivers through her. She could feel his warm breath brush against her aching entrance, and she let out a whine. "Beg for it."

"Please, Master," she gasped, her voice broken by the breaths of air she struggled to take, "taste me, I want nothing else!"

His chuckle was so dark as it left his mouth.

"Good girl."

And then his tongue pressed against her, and she could feel nothing but him.

His tongue swept up along her in long, tantalizing licks, his teeth gently nipping at her clit. It sent jolts of pleasure through her, and the lewd sounds did nothing but excite her more, the sounds of her Master tasting the very thing he caused. She reached a hand down and placed it on the crown of his head, her fingers tangling in his hair.

His tongue circled his Draculina's tight little fuckhole, and he watched how her body coiled itself to the point where she was trembling, unable to still herself as her hips moved in sync with his tongue. Already he could tell she was losing herself to the feeling of his mouth, drowning in the ecstasy this act of pleasure brought her.

It was such an endearing sight to witness.

His lips then closed around her swollen clit, his teeth barely grazing over its sensitive surface. His tongue flicked against it continuously, causing her body to jerk uncontrollably, the sounds leaving her mouth something he'd associate with a helpless kitten.

He could hear as she struggled to breathe, her muscles tensing in the thighs on either side of his face.

He released her from his mouth, keeping close to her quivering cunt as he spoke. "Don't you dare clamp your legs together," he growled, the sinister undertone of his voice sending tremors throughout her body.

"Yes, Master," came her anxious reply, bringing a grin to his lips.

She was so wonderfully terrified of the pleasure coursing through her veins, so unsure of how she was meant to control herself, so aware of how her spasms were getting more and more noticeable. It was such a beautiful thing to witness, seeing just how easily he could make her bend to his will.

Decided upon her fate, Alucard straightened his back and began to strip away his clothing, the moonlight latching onto his pale, scarred skin as his shirt and cravat fell away from his muscled, toned form. His boots clattered to the floor and the sound of his zipper contracting filled the silence as he undid himself, allowing himself to be released from his confines.

He hastily reached down and scooped Seras up into his arms, earning a cry of surprise as he did so and he fell down to lay on the mattress, pulling her on top of him.

Alucard wanted to see just how well she'd perform in a situation where she had control.

As she sat onto his thighs he grabbed the bed sheet in a heap to his left and tore the silk between his teeth, shredding a piece of it in the blink of an eye. He then glanced up at her and chuckled.

She looked so bewildered, as though he'd caught her completely off guard. She sat there, dazed, lust clouding her bright eyes as she stared down to meet his gaze. "Master...?" her voice came to him in a question, as though she couldn't string together more than one word to make a sentence. It was amusing to say the least.

"Hold your hands out," he barked, refusing to show any bit of playfulness. His member was so painful as it stood to attention, waiting patiently to defile this beautiful creature before him. He needed to rip her apart, and he needed to do it now, unable to think of much else in that moment.

Seras complied without question, shoving her hands out in front of her, and he grinned again, this time the wickedness of his smile splitting his lips. He took the piece of silken cloth and bound her hands together with it, tying it in a tight knot. Immediately her skin flared red where the fabric practically cut into her flesh.

"Wh-what is this for?" she asked and his eyes followed the blush that danced into her pale cheeks. Her voice seemed so shameful but at the same time excited, fear mixing the two together.

He wondered if she'd figure it out for herself. He'd given her control by sitting her astride him, where she would control the pace of his taking of her. He had allowed her to ride him to her leisure, interested in seeing how she'd do it; if she'd become feral and grind her hips with a furious need for release, or if she'd take her time in her extraction of pleasure, truly allowing it to feel as though there was love amidst the effort of their bodies.

But he'd bound her hands together.

He may have allowed her to take some control, but she would be a fool for thinking she'd be given permission to dominate him. That was ridiculous.

"Come now, Seras, move forward."

He grabbed onto her shapely hips and guided her to him. He took hold of his throbbing girth, and pressed it up against her dripping, hot cunt. She shivered above him, a slight gasp hitching in her throat. She gently gyrated her hips, the head of his cock pressing against every inch of her before finally, he poked at her slick hole.

"Sit."

His command was as harsh as his expression as he released her hip from his grasp, allowing his hands to fall to her thighs.

She lowered herself down onto him, and a cry of pain left her lips as she took him in one sitting. As he pushed into her tight cunt, he could feel as her hot, wet walls contracted and tensed around him, the head of his hard, thick cock pushing up against her cervix rather roughly. A groan left his mouth, resonating from deep within his chest as he felt her body tremble with pain above him.

Seras writhed on her Master's cock, his size almost too much to take in this position. Her hips wriggled uncomfortably, seeking desperately to ease the pain that was throbbing inside of her. It was as though there was a burning pressure, something pushing against her that shouldn't be there, the pain of it causing her toes to curl and her back to arch by no will of her own. Her hips felt as though they were coming apart with him inside of her tight hole, a ragged breath leaving her lips.

Tears sprung to her eyes as she sat still on top of him, unable to move for fear the agony would intensify, even slightly. She was shaking, her body unable to still itself as she shook her head violently then, her mouth tight as she held in the sobs.

"Speak up, little girl," he growled, and she could feel as his hands pressed into her thighs harder, a warning of something to come if she didn't break her silence.

"M-Master, I can't," she finally gasped, the words choked by her sobs. "I-it hur-hurts too m-much."

Alucard could have taken pity on her in that moment, this pathetic girl not even out of her teenage years yet sitting above him, his member buried to the hilt inside of her, and she couldn't even move. There was an air about her that told him just how much pain she was feeling, and something inside of him just... snapped.

"I told you before you would know pain," he said, his expression unchanging, "and that was never going to change, Seras. This is the love you seek."

He didn't wait for a reply, a reaction. He hadn't even punctuated his sentence before his hands found her hips and he held her in a tight vice. He pulled her up, watching as his cock – now smothered in her sticky arousal – slid from inside of her, watching as the lips of her pussy spread for him before slamming her back down onto him, piercing her with his pulsing shaft.

And she screamed.

There was a pleasure to hearing the shrill cry leave his Draculina's lips, but a twinge of guilt wasn't long following it.

Slut.

He cringed, if only slightly.

He was the cause of screams akin to this one, only caused by a much more brutal punishment. And yet, perhaps to her, they were one in the same. Could he continue this assault on her? Something inside of him said no, but the sadist that constantly took the reins in him was already grinning like a madman, accepting and pleased with the outcome of that one motion.

Alucard looked up, his eyes searching the face of his Draculina for any sign that this wasn't torture.

And there it was. Beneath her silver tears, above her sweet, bloodstained mouth open in a cry of misery, was a blush. Her cheeks were alight with the blood rushing through her veins, and her eyes, though half-lidded and wet, had that familiar sheen of lust on them. She was enjoying this.

The pain she so desperately tried to avoid brought her the greatest sense of pleasure. Pleased with that thought lodged into his brain, he smirked.

"Quiet down, little vampire," he said, his voice almost cooing her in a mocking tone. "This is what you so love to receive."

Alucard began to rock her hips atop him, pulling her forward with ease and making her slide herself up and down along his throbbing length. Her cunt was adapting to him over and over, unable to stretch itself easily around his size. He bit down on his lip, holding back any sounds of pleasure, seeking only to hear his pathetic, weak kitten mewl out her cries of pain.

Seras felt as though she was being ripped apart by her Master's cock, his constant grip on her the only thing making her move. She couldn't find the strength in her knees to do it, and her hips were in complete agony as his cock forced her open with every slam down onto him. As he controlled her riding of him, she couldn't help but extract pleasure from it.

The pain she felt was matched only by the pleasure that accompanied it.

She felt as the head of his thick, long cock rammed into her cervix, pushing against her womb with all its might, and though she knew it should have only hurt, it felt so wondrously arousing at the same time. Each time he buried himself inside of her, a moan broke through her cries of pain and she felt as though she couldn't get enough of this dangerous mix of the two.

It wasn't long until the pain became smothered in the pleasure she was so intensely feeling, and the feeling of both caused her to lose all inhibitions. As Alucard's hands worked at her hips, manipulating her movements atop him, her mind became fuzzier. She couldn't think to speak, and thoughts were dying off like insects in the cold.

In that moment, all she could feel was her Master, and the intoxicating arousal he gave to her.

And yet, there was an incessant nagging in the back of her mind.

You're letting him defile you. You're letting him hurt you. You're letting him break you. You're letting him manipulate you. You're letting him torment you. You're letting him be the monster you so feared him to be. Stop this, stop the pain. Stop.

Seras felt as Alucard's strong hands tightened once more on her hips, and his fucking of her became more vicious. His cock was tearing at her, puncturing her over and over, slamming himself so deep inside of her. And it hurt. It really and truly did hurt, a pain she had never experienced before was corrupting the pleasure she should feel.

But why was she letting him do this?

What was it about him that made her crave the expedition of his violent love? She had thought in her asking of him to love her, he would abandon his cruel nature. He would be gentle, be kind even, but she was wrong. So wrong. This beast... this is what he was, and he'd never be any different.

"I-I can't," she whispered, tempted to smack herself for the weakness in her voice, enhanced by the sobs that hadn't yet ceased. "I can't do t-this."

Alucard stilled beneath her, his hands pausing as his eyes widened a fraction.

She'd surprised him. That was a first.

"What do you mean?"

His voice was harsh, husky from his growls and grunts. She glanced down at him through her tears, drinking in this sight. His lips were parted slightly, his fangs barely visible. His bloodred eyes were round, his pupils huge in the low light. She could see unruly strands of his blackened hair stand out against the pale flesh of his forehead, focusing on every small detail of this man's face.

He was so beautiful. The monster beneath was easily hidden.

Seras attempted to compose herself, pulling in long, sharp breaths, trying so desperately to bottle up her tears. The sobbing she had done had left her throat raw and sore, her eyes rather itchy from all the irritation. She felt so disgusting, so unclean, so... dirty.

"This isn't love," she finally said, her voice broken. "This isn't what I want."

Alucard's eyebrows inched up, before a puzzled expression fell over his features.

"Seras, don't you remember what you said? You said this is what you wanted. You wanted my love." His words were spoken so slowly, as though he was trying to make sense of her vague sentence in his head.

She shivered, aware of his pulsing member still painfully large inside of her.

"I thought it was, I thought I could do it. But this... this is painful. It hurts, and you don't care that it hurts," she whispered, closing her eyes. She couldn't look at him while she spoke. She wouldn't. "There's only so much brutality I can take, Alucard. This isn't love. This is you reassuring your possession of me, like you have done so many times before."

Alucard was so silent.

"I can't do this. You... you don't love me. You never will. I can't let you hurt me anymore. Stop, please."

You love him.

Seras found some power left inside of her, and made a move to climb from him, awkwardly so due to her hands still tied. Without hesitation, he reached to her hands and sliced his nail through the silken fabric, releasing her from her bind.

Alucard felt as though time had slowed down until seconds passed like decades. He watched as his Draculina's chest heaved with the effort to contain her sobs, he watched as her lips moved – forming words he could barely hear – and he felt something inside of him still. Something inside of him just... stopped.

She was in pain. She really was in pain. Again. All because he couldn't stop himself, because he couldn't stop his lust for her fear.

"Wait, Seras," he said, making an attempt to reach out to her. His fingers just barely scraped against the pale skin of her arm before she pulled from him, stumbling back onto her feet.

He sat up then, everything a blur as he so desperately tried to stop her from leaving.

But she just stood there.

There wasn't much distance between them, where he sat on the bed, and where she stood, holding herself in her arms. He could have easily closed the distance between them in a single step, only... he didn't. He sat there for a moment longer, unable to think clearly. The throbbing in his member faded as seconds ticked by until he no longer cared to pursue her for the reason to sate him.

"Seras," he began, his mouth oddly dry and stiff. What was this? All of a sudden, he felt lost. He felt unhinged, he felt hurt.

She took another step back, and hesitated. Her blue eyes fell onto her Master, and her heart swelled. There was an ache in her chest that told her she should cry again, but her wet eyes refused to spill any more. There was a sharp, cutting pain between her legs, the ache spreading to her tummy.

Her knees shook as she supported herself, her arms clasped loosely around her torso.

"No," she whispered to him, "no, I can't do this. This is not what I want, Alucard. It never has been."

"Then why?"

He was suddenly on his feet, and he was drawn to her, standing so close he could smell the salt of her tears. The anger was steadily bubbling within him now, and he struggled to keep a lid on it. He knew this was not the time to start another rage-fueled rampage. Still, that didn't do much to quell the storm gathering inside of him.

"Why what?" she asked weakly, and he inhaled sharply through his nose.

He closed his eyes for a moment. How could he possibly answer that without belittling her?

She knew why. He knew that she knew why. He knew she regretted with every part of her being her asking of him to love her. He knew she hated him, some part of her wishing death upon him in that moment. But he couldn't say that. He couldn't turn her into the victim once again, could he?

Just as he was about to answer her, she rose a hand, the red marks on her wrist so vivid against the white of her skin. It made him inwardly shudder.

"Actually, no. Don't answer. I've had enough," she said quietly, and her voice no longer shook. It was calm and weary, but it seemed rational. As though she was simply tired now. "Goodbye, Master."

He watched as she bent down to pick up his white shirt. She shimmied into it, holding it closed over her petite frame as she turned on her heel, and made for the door. Alucard's brain was too slow to react, too shocked to make any kind of argument that would convince her to stay.

"Seras."

His voice sounded just as weak as hers had moments ago, tired even; most of all, it sounded wounded. His eyes closed as she lay her hand on the door handle, unable to watch her leave. He couldn't bear to come to terms with the fact that she had somehow managed to hurt him. She had gotten beneath his skin, and he could no longer deny that fact.

He listened as the door closed softly, and he sat down heavily onto the bed.

She was gone.