Hello! How do you do? Are you keeping well? Welcome to chapter ten!
I can't believe I continued this, and I know I'm not very consistent; I really thought this had run its course. If it all feels a bit disjointed I understand and I also apologise. All the same, please enjoy. It's as depraved as usual – if not a little more romantic(ish?). And I won't babble on too much here because I know I do, but sincerely, thank you for your support. It means the world!
My Disaster
What have you done to me, imposter?
Seras's consciousness was floating somewhere.
She had long fallen into a deep slumber and that much she knew, but that was about all she knew right then. Alucard's blood was still flowing through her veins and even in sleep, she could feel its aggressive urge to be alert, to go feast. It reminded her of a river's current, and it was desperately trying to drag her into its watery, rage-stricken clutch.
Her body had another idea however, each nerve, muscle and tendon beneath her flushed skin ignoring the beckon of her Master's influence, desperately trying to mend the damage she'd endured. She was so tired, so heavy.
All around her were whispering shadows, wrapping around themselves in their anguish, their quiet presence sending shivers of intimidation through her bones. She was sitting on what she assumed was the ground in this unwelcoming emptiness and it was cold. Everything was so cold. Granted, she was naked, but this was a coldness that seeped into her with a depth to it. It was seizing the bones and muscles in her body, snaking its icy fingers through every crevice beneath her skin, slowly but surely immobilizing her with its chill.
Where am I?
She knew she wasn't awake but she didn't really feel like she was asleep either. She should have called it a dream and been done with it, but somehow it was clear that it wasn't really that either. She was dangling in the realm of unconsciousness but there was an unrelenting seemingly physical pull to reality coming from deep in her stomach, a strange clarity she felt she probably wouldn't otherwise have if it were a dream.
She looked down at her hands, her forearms, checking for all her familiar little markings, making sure the skin she wore was her own. Uh oh. The freckle beside her index fingernail; that was missing. Its absence bothered her, why would that be missing? And why did she instinctively look for it? Perhaps because the familiarity of it would have comforted her, but surely she shouldn't need to be comforted, because it was just a dream...
Wasn't it?
It was as though she were floating in a limbo of sorts, not inhabiting her body but still knowing she was in it. Just like how she'd felt last night.
And speaking of her body, she could feel just how sore and broken it was.
Her legs hurt from hip to shin, and she knew some probably irreparable damage had been done to her insides. There was a deep ache pulsing from within her and it was spreading like wildfire all along her abdomen, causing near-constant twinges of pain to flare to life. By the feel of it, Alucard had nearly torn her apart.
Answer me!
She couldn't speak, but she knew the monster sharing her head could hear her anyway. There was a fierceness behind her demand and she pushed it out with the remaining strength she had.
"My God, do you ever shut up?"
Seras lifted her eyes and searched throughout the darkness for the invader who spoke, the spirit that had possessed her and essentially locked her away in her own mind only to watch as it had its way with her Master. In a moment that should have been hers, this thing had snatched it right from her fingertips and Seras hadn't ever felt so infuriated.
And then the devil showed its face from behind the shadows.
Seras recoiled, her body reacting with instinct as she launched herself back as far as she could, drawing her arms in around herself and hoping she could use the darkness to her advantage and cover her naked self from... herself.
Her heart stopped dead in its tracks.
Standing just a meter or two away from her now was indeed a carbon copy of Seras.
The demon wore her face and had her pink lips pulled into a smile she had certainly seen her Master wear; her same golden locks dancing against her protruding collarbones, her pale flesh glittering as though it had been kissed by death himself. Her voluptuous curves were draped in a red silken gown; it clung to her wide hips, enhancing her figure tremendously, the low dip of the neck drawing her gaze to her own breasts.
She felt the immediate instinct to cover her body in shame, despite knowing well that it was her own body causing that shame. It was far more surreal than looking into a mirror – seeing the way she moved and held herself felt completely foreign to look at.
In lieu of Seras's wide, doe-like blue eyes, however, were glowing red orbs framed with long, ink-black lashes. The demoness' sultry gaze was intensely captivating and as Seras found herself staring back, she noticed how painfully similar they were to Alucard's eyes. That same blood-hungry red, eyes that held death.
"Oh, of course. Nothing to say now? You were nothing but screams and tears last night, you little crybaby." The monster scoffed. "What, vampire got your tongue?"
It was so eerie to hear her voice coming from a mouth that wasn't hers.
Shut up. How dare you do that to me? You took my body from me and made me watch while you used it. Fuck you. Get out of my head, go away!
There was so much anger within Seras then, and she could feel as it bubbled to the surface at an alarming rate. Her throat felt hot and her mouth dry, a fire starting to rise in her stomach and she didn't want to stop it. She let the rage come, feeling as it began to pump through her veins, encouraging a wave of warmth to envelope her.
It was the remaining power from Alucard's blood beginning to tremble just under her flesh like a storm waiting for its moment to break.
A shrill laugh suddenly sounded in her ears, but it seemed to echo from all around. It came from every angle, washing against her and prickling at her skin, scratching her brain, as though trying to antagonize her.
"Little girl, you think I'm going to just leave?" Seras's doppelganger turned her back, revealing her exposed spine and every curve around it. She turned her head enough to peek over her pale shoulder, those red eyes glowing like molten lava. "This is my home now, too. And that man... Our Master-"
Seras was sure there was going to be more to that sentence, but if there was it was cut short as she suddenly sprang like a preying cat onto the monster that wore her flesh. As she sailed through the air her eyes fixated on the doppelganger's throat and her nails knew exactly where they needed to be buried.
But at the very moment that she was about to slash at her target – her body already coiled in anticipation of the attack – the devil smirked and simply disappeared before her.
Seras's eyes widened and though she should have been prepared to land, time just escaped her. The ground came to meet her swiftly, and she felt as her ribs made a sudden impact against the hard ground. The air in her lungs forced its way out and she felt as the rest of her body crumpled, landing awkwardly on herself.
"Idiot."
Seras just about heard the insult over the roaring pulse in her ears, and though she wasn't really able to feel pain in this mid-between of reality and unconsciousness, she knew she was in a world of hurt at that moment.
He is not yours to have. Alucard is my Master and mine alone. That moment was mine to have and you stole it from me! Why?!
She spat the words at the demoness as she fixed herself into an upright sitting position again, searching for the blur of red in the darkness. Her heartbeat was fast and wild and she couldn't seem to calm it as she scanned the lurking shadows. Her breaths came in shallow huffs, unable to recover as quickly as she'd like from the winding, her lungs struggling to open themselves again.
"Did I?"
Seras's doppelganger didn't reappear, but her voice came from everywhere, a bare whisper now.
"My, you are stupid. I think you'll find there's a reason for my visit, dear. Let's try get along, shall we?"
She whipped her head around desperately, her golden tendrils following the wild motions of her neck; she could feel the panic begin to set in as a steady, cold creep as she realised she couldn't find the demon in red. The shadows seemed to get heavier as the realisation dawned, the cold air suddenly dropping further in temperature.
No! No, you don't belong here!
Her words, though full of anger, were cracking with fear. Did she belong there? Her presence, though entirely rejected by Seras in that current moment, didn't really feel dislodged in any way. It was as though she melded herself in just perfectly with all of Seras's inner workings, not disrupting anything, not tampering with anything, just nesting away amongst her bottled-up emotion. It was strange – Seras could feel a sort of familiarity toward the demon, but there wasn't any comfort from that feeling. Then again, she had also accepted this demon into her arms the moment she decided to drink from Alucard, hadn't she? So that was a sign she had some sort of relationship with it, be it for better or worse. God, what was happening?
The cold was forcing the air out of her lungs now in short misty breaths and the shadows crept closer, reaching their dense, black arms out towards her. Seras could hear the doppelganger's laugh rise above the panicked screaming in her head as those coils of darkness edged closer.
"I think you'll find that it is you who doesn't belong here. Human."
Suddenly, the doppelganger's red orbs appeared inches from her, and she could see the demon's mouth open in a snarl; her pearly white fangs glistened, and Seras couldn't help but notice how long and needle-like they were. For some reason the appearance of these teeth scared her more than Alucard's ever had.
A scream wrenched itself from Seras's lips as she lunged backward once again, away from the teeth she knew would inevitably pierce her skin, only to be violently jerked forward. And it wasn't by her own will.
Seras snapped her eyes open and there, not even an inch from her nose, were the same glowing red eyes.
She screamed again and this time rose her hand to strike, bringing it down in the blink of an eye with her claws splayed out in anticipation of the flesh beneath those glowing embers, terror taking the reigns of her actions.
"Seras, calm down."
Alucard's voice came to her like a sweet breath of wind on a hot day as his firm, strong hand caught her impending attack by the wrist in an iron grip.
Immediately entranced by her Master's voice, her body responded by relaxing all its tensed muscles and she slumped forward into his grip, the fight simply draining from her as the blood did from her face. The soft feather-like mattress beneath them took the weight of her that Alucard did not but she didn't notice either way.
Seras's heartbeat was fluttering like a hummingbird against her ribs and it showed no signs of stopping as her shaken sight was filled by him.
As soon as her mind settled and recognized him through the fog of sleep, the memories of the night before flooded back and she was overwhelmed with a warm sensation, starting from the ache between her thighs, and she was then very quickly reminded of just how vigorous it had been as a streak of pain came to her and a whimper left her lips.
"Master," she just about managed before she pulled her hand from his now loosened grip and threw herself against him, wrapping her arms around his waist and delving her face into his lap. She sought solace there, for him to just hold her while she put her world back on its axis and take it all in again.
That woman, the night beforehand... Had that all been a dream? Did she just conjure it up?
No. The thought was firm and definite as it came. No, that definitely happened.
Seras felt Alucard lay a hand on her tousled hair and stroke it; the gesture felt so soft and awkward and lovely that in another time and place it probably would have made her cry.
But as she lay there, feeling him offer comfort in the way she knew he thought she would want, she couldn't help but ponder how different she felt about it now.
The vivid memories of how he'd abandoned her not so long ago (and not for the first time either) started to chant in her head, how the blood-letting went the night before, the rage and sex she didn't really feel like she'd participated in, it all was swirling in a toxic mix of sludge in her brain and it made her feel somewhat nauseated.
"I'm here."
His voice was near her ear and she hadn't noticed, but he was leaning over her now, embracing her fully and it once again enforced just how large he was.
She was fully enveloped by him, and he was rubbing her hair softly still, its motion feeling much more natural now the longer she allowed it to continue. His low, warm voice soothed her aching head and though she wanted to fight how nice it all felt, she couldn't help but succumb.
Seras had no idea if it was really the intention behind it, but the embrace felt loving. It felt like she was being protected. And that was not a feeling Seras had the pleasure of experiencing often.
"Yes," she whispered.
She let herself live in this happy little fantasy for a few moments longer. She trembled in his lap as she held him but the longer they stayed like that and his strong, sure presence surrounded her, it eventually made sure to calm those tremors.
Her breathing had returned to a normal pace and she felt less flustered, but still very much on edge.
"Yes, you're here." She haphazardly pulled herself from his arms, careful to ensure he would actually let go of her as she removed her limbs from between his. "Hi."
A heavy silence filled the air after her short utterance, neither of them quite knowing how to gauge the other.
Seras was able to pinpoint at least one thing to feel uneasy about despite there being many, and it was that she could sense the same tension from him and she wasn't entirely able to guess why. Perhaps he felt as unsure about the night before as she did, but if that was the case, he wasn't making any motion to improve on that uncertainty by covering himself up any bit.
As she sat in that unnerving silence, she gazed at him through the dusk's light.
The silk quilt they both lay beneath sat low on his waist, the defined muscles of his abdomen and stomach lit up by the dull moonlight, the light dancing with her gaze as though trying to coax her into looking lower. A blush flushed through her cheeks as she hurriedly averted her eyes upwards – avoiding the attractive planes of his chest and shoulders – she was caught off guard to see he was already staring directly at her.
His beautiful red eyes glowed like dying coals in a fireplace as they pierced her skin, their intensity causing a part of her to shy away from the stare. He was looking her up and down but his usual predatory expression was missing, and he seemed to be just... looking. In a genuine way, but appreciative none the less. His eyes followed the curve between her neck and shoulder, his gaze falling past her breasts and back up again to study her face.
His canines just about shone through the night at her, glowering at her, taunting her. They were the reminder all over again that she had to be wary of him, despite his beauty. It was after all just a disguise for the monstrosity that lived beneath.
Seras had to look away, unable to contemplate what he was thinking as he used those eyes to strip her of her flesh.
She was unwilling to initiate a conversation however, an intense awkwardness befalling her and making her feel small once again in his presence. There were so many things she wanted ask, so many things to scold him for, but when it came to reality of either of those things she couldn't seem to find the courage to do it. There was some part of her that remembered this same sort of nervousness from that first night they had spent together, but she pushed it back down, unwilling to recall how terrified of him she'd been then.
Confronting him didn't go so well last time. Or did it? That depended on which of them was being asked.
The anxiety was rearing its ugly, distraught head within her as the silence between them stretched on, poking at her to address him in some way, to confront the tension and uncover its reason for being present. But her tongue was tied.
Looks like a vampire's caught my tongue after all.
-oOo-
Alucard studied the emotionally aroused Draculina before him.
She sat with a slight distance between them after throwing herself into his lap only moments before, and as she angled herself away from him and pulled the quilt up to cover herself, he was starting to unravel the puzzle that was Seras.
Perhaps he should have given her all the details of what would happen after their blood-exchange and they could have avoided this, but again, because of a lack of care on his behalf, she was experiencing yet another emotionally draining consequence that she shouldn't have to.
That caused his chest to become heavy with the ever-looming pang of guilt he was starting to feel so often these days.
"Hi," he replied, urging an undertone of sympathy in his voice as he matched her pace for initiating conversation. "How are you feeling?"
He couldn't help but muse over the fact that what he had just asked was a milestone in a distorted sort of way. Not so long ago he wouldn't have cared to ask about her own needs before assessing and fulfilling his own, yet here he was now, tending to her before making a motion to understand what he was experiencing first.
It wasn't a sudden feeling that overwhelmed him, just a gentle nudge in a direction he was half willful to go in, but he knew deep within himself that this was wherehe needed to go if he was going to be of any use during her transitional period.
And as he gazed at her, using his arms to hold himself upright as he did so, Alucard's very being could feel just how difficult of a transition it was going to be, and not just for Seras. Feelings were things he had considered long dead, but unfortunately for him, Seras was managing to resurrect every single one of them in him. Only now, as a monster that had lived as such for a long time, he was having trouble navigating his way through them this time around.
The things he felt for her, he felt them aggressively. They were strong and confusing, and often painful.
Then again, a lot of that pain he'd really just inflicted upon himself. He'd caused all this wrong, and he needed to make it right in whatever fucked up way he could. That very much involved being a lot softer in his approach with her.
Seras slowly but surely rose her eyes to eventually meet his and when she did he held them there, training his expression to remain neutral and approachable, resisting every urge in him that demanded he grab her jaw in an iron vice and hold her in place; the thought of forcing her to look him in the eye while he reminded her why she was to do it without being told haunted his mind, but for once, it was an entirely unwelcome thought.
Heel, beast, his mind commanded itself sternly, you will have restraint.
The No-Life King was telling himself that fact as much as he was the beast.
"Confused."
Her eyes wavered from his as she spoke but only for a moment. He was quick enough to catch the emotion that passed across her face in that moment, though, and it was far from confusion.
Fear.
Instinctively his body pulled in a long exhale through his nostrils, his lungs swelling with air and his veins suddenly flushed with adrenaline. And though he tried to fight it, there was an eternal lifetime of habit overwhelming that fight.
The sadist that he truly was at the core of his being practically came as the scent of her terror wafted through the air to taunt him, tease him, to make his cemented but nevertheless still newfound morals waver. His mouth began to water and for a second, just a second, he thought to take advantage of her fear.
Strike. Do it. Do it!
"I had a dream, Alucard, but it felt like it was a little more than a dream."
Seras's lilting voice wrapped around him and yanked him from the breaking storm in his head, pulling him back to where they sat, feet apart from each other but sharing the same bed, in this strange yet painfully familiar hurt-filled atmosphere.
"There was a woman in my head. But not just a woman, it was another version of me. Me... but definitely not me. She was cruel and hateful and everything I am not. But even still, I felt like..." her voice trailed off as she broke her gaze a second time, but her eyes didn't raise when she spoke again. "It felt like she might actually be a part of me somehow, but I don't understand."
His gaze snapped back into focus only for him to realize just how much distance he'd closed between them after she'd spoken, how wide and surprised her features were as he almost brushed noses with her.
But he didn't move back an inch upon that realisation.
He felt a part of him deflate in what must have been relief but his entire body became rigid, every tendon coiling itself tight. The blood in his veins turned to sludge and a pit opened in his stomach, dragging whatever new morality he had into it, pushing the urge to lie to her away from the surface of his mind.
The woman in her head.
His fearful suspicion was confirmed.
In retrospect, Alucard was kicking himself for being so absolutely careless and failing to relay such important information to her. But then again in that moment, when he really thought he was going to lose her, he felt as though there was nothing else in the world that would have made her stay.
However, in drinking his blood, Seras had essentially given up the humanity she still had within her.
Though she was still a fledgling and would remain as such, that brief taste of who and what she was on the path to becoming was going to warp and distort her, it was going to taint her willfulness to drink human blood and complete her metamorphosis into a true Draculina, it was going to pervert the humanness she still clung onto for dear life.
And the woman in her head, the visually physical manifestation of this perversion, was going to torment her relentlessly until Seras finally gave in and drank.
A frown crossed his features, carving itself in deeply and staying there as he mulled over the choice he had to make then and there. He could lie and confirm it was just simply a dream – that wasn't entirely false – but there was a sudden pull in his gut that told him he would severely regret it in the end.
The other choice was the truth, and he didn't know how to put it into words she wouldn't instantly recoil from. But he couldn't promise himself that his violent nature wouldn't overwhelm his senses and make her the target of his rage if that was her reaction. Despite that, he knew that he had to figure it out and quickly as he observed her eyebrows inch up in expectation of a response.
-oOo-
Just as Seras's pale pink lips opened to utter her Master's name, his hand rose to brush his fingers against her cheek; his pale digits caressed her skin so softly, a small tingle left lingering as they made their way down her jaw and further down her neck.
She stiffened somewhat, a bodily response she just knew had been conditioned into her by the fear he had often made her feel. That alone encouraged a wave of nausea to churn her stomach, but it was quickly swallowed by the charming shivers he sent through her with that gentle touch, the mere reminder of his skin on hers enough to make her remember how he'd touched her the night prior.
"That's because she is a part of you."
Seras blinked.
That was certainly not the answer she'd expected.
"Excuse me?" There was nothing but disbelief written all over her pale face. "What's that supposed to mean? What? Where did she come from?"
The questions rolled from her tongue before she could take a moment to think about how to react or what to say. That had completely caught her off-guard, sparking more anguish than she could have anticipated, as well as a firestorm of more demands, and it left her wondering why he'd decided to leave this for after he'd shared his blood.
"It means exactly what I said. Well, she came from me, but mostly she manifested herself from you," he said nonchalantly, raising his hand back toward her face only to continue up further and gently give her a playful rap on the skull with his knuckles, "I hope you two are making friends."
Seras didn't expect the physical response she had.
Her skin flushed a pale pink, her blood suddenly feeling as though it was boiling in her veins. A quick anger surged through her, and it was powerful too, nearly taking her breath with it as it rushed up through her lungs and throat.
It was somehow foreign though, just as it was the night before in the way she knew that it wasn't really her anger, but she was helpless to stop the impulse as it sizzled up through her nervous system.
She felt hot all over and without really thinking of the repercussions, she brought a hand to Alucard's chest and shoved it roughly.
The force at which he moved back – even though only a few inches really – was enough to stun them both.
Seras's hand remained in the air, but she held it there now with much less confidence and that was evident by the tremor that shook it. She was never really one to keep her emotions from showing through her facial expressions and now was no different as she stared at him, slightly slack-jawed with a blaze of fear swelling in her watery-blue depths.
What have you done, you silly girl?
The sudden, cold thought in her head dragged her from her momentary paralysis, but she was drawn into something much worse as she realised the circumstance she'd just put herself in. Seras hadn't often physically expressed when she was displeased with Alucard and when she had, it was as harmless as a kitten batting at a fly.
But that was much more than her usual flimsy attempt. She'd actually pushed him and the man was made of stone as far as she was concerned, so clearly there was a drizzle of his strength left in her. That unsettled Seras somewhat, knowing that foreign presence in her blood could inundate her senses at any moment and she'd be powerless to stop it.
"That's not an explanation and it's even less of an answer," Seras managed to spit at him despite the overwhelmingly loud sirens ringing in her head, which in turn just enforced the sense of danger that was beginning to brew beneath her skin. "Just tell me what's going on, Alucard. Please."
She knew pleading with him more often than not bore no fruit but she felt, for lack of a better word, weak. She felt small and scared and starved of knowledge – about her, about her future and what he had to do with it. It wasn't a pleasant experience whatsoever but she didn't know how to escape it without him and that was the part that made her vulnerable.
Again, she needed to depend on him for something.
Her Master didn't react immediately.
He sat still, his stoic expression holding no animosity but no comfort either. He was simply looking at her, but the intensity of his glowing red eyes had magnified tenfold and she could feel as they crept along every inch of her pale flesh, lapping up the panic that was starting to ooze from her.
She wasn't sure but with a wild guess, she could only assume he was evaluating how to reprimand her for that little slip up.
And yet nothing came.
Not a slap, he didn't throw her to the mattress and pin her there, he didn't shout and she didn't feel his needle-like fangs sink into her neck. How frightful that she had come to expect those things as a response but it was the reality of their fucked-up relationship that both nurtured and tortured her. This is the fate she had willingly chosen and all that it would bring; or rather not bring in that moment.
She didn't visibly wince as he rose his hand – although she did internally – and kept her eyes trained on it as he brought it to his raven-black hair and tousled it, the moonlight catching each thread and making every single one glimmer.
"Aren't we demanding all of a sudden?" he jested, but Seras could see the familiar gleam of chaos building in his eyes. "But I suppose that's a fair statement."
Alucard slouched back, relaxing himself into a mostly upright position against the headboard of the four poster they had nearly ruined the night prior, his solid form making a sizable dent in the mattress beneath them. Seras felt as she slid a bit closer to him on the bed's slope but made a conscious effort not to touch him.
"Do you remember saying you wanted to be the vampire I intended you to be?"
Seras's world stopped moving.
She did remember. She remembered how she flung herself into his arms and how desperately she'd wanted to feel loved by him, how completely willing she was to be this monster he had groomed her from the start to become. With every piece of her screaming to forget, she recalled it now with a painfully vivid accuracy.
Her voice didn't make its way out as she tried to agree, but he had heard it without words.
"I thought you might." His hand settled on her thigh beneath the silken quilt they shared, and though it brought no warmth, it ignited a flame within her. "Well essentially that's what's happening. I told you the need to feed would grow stronger, how your humanity would be lost; the woman in your head is the end result of that process. Provided you don't starve yourself to death before then."
His hand tightened itself momentarily in sync with a sudden flash of rage that burned in his ember-like eyes.
"She's not an enemy though she may feel like one, my dear. She really is just a figment of your imagination." He paused, shaking his head once before continuing, "actually, a prediction of your future to put it more accurately," her Master said, and she could hear just how hard he was trying to maintain a soft tone. "Don't try and fight her. Do you understand me, Seras?"
Her brow furrowed immediately in response while a frown creased her pouting lips.
She didn't understand, not entirely. Why did that woman have to be so derogatory? Why did it feel like she was becoming a prisoner in her own head? Why did she feel like she was losing control? Why wasn't she allowed to fight for her own body and mind? Were these questions too minor to ask aloud, was she overthinking it?
Seras hadn't quite sat and thought about what she was eventually destined to become.
She didn't want to feed too much thought to it and fuel the fear in her heart about losing her humanity because she really didn't think she'd ever get that far. She didn't feel strong enough or powerful enough to be who that woman was in her head, and there just was absolutely no will to murder human beings for her own self preservation.
"I'm not actively starving myself," she muttered beneath her breath before continuing in a louder tone, "But why is she so rude? It's hard not to fight against that."
"Because I'm rude," he rather bluntly said. "Does that suffice as an answer?"
"Not really, no," she said, visibly frustrated with his love of vague explanations. "But I really don't think I'm going to get much more out of you. Although, I do have just one more question that I'd like you to actually answer. Am I going to have to murder someone?"
-oOo-
The brazenness of his Draculina's attitude caught him off-guard far more than her question had, and it caught him with surprise too.
Alucard laughed, and it was a genuine laugh, before quickly returning his attention to a now obviously agitated Seras. Her forlorn look of frustration had been replaced by a scowl, her sparkling oceanic eyes creased into stormy slits and he couldn't help but admire how fierce she'd become.
She would make a fine companion indeed, a choice that had been reinforced now more than once.
"Yes, but it's not like it's the first time, is it?"
Alucard used the hand he'd draped on her thigh to wrap around her small waist and in one smooth motion he pulled her body on top of his.
He felt the slight resistance she instinctually had as her whole body tensed up before eventually relaxing bit by bit. He couldn't help but marvel all over again at how soft and iright/i her form felt against his, how every hollow and curve of their bodies slid together like they'd been molded for one another.
And as her skin brushed his, his nerves fluttered in anticipation. Her scent wrapped around him, its sweet honey smell enticing the beast from its cage, fueling the urge within him to allow his hands to roam every inch of her like it was his property. Which it most definitely was, but he didn't really want to push any of her buttons at the moment.
"That's... No, killing for work is different! If I have to drink someone's blood, I don't want their life to be the price for mine. I don't want to kill someone, not like that," she argued, the determination burning with an intensity in her eyes.
If it had worked in the first place, that sentence alone would have broken Alucard's heart.
She doesn't see much worth in her life at all.
Her life alone was worth millions of others. He'd sacrifice every last one if it meant keeping hers intact. The way she thought of herself though, it wasn't new information to him by any means and yet still it hurt him to think about it. If only she could see her worth from his perspective.
"You're going to have to feed from a live person, and that will probably most definitely kill them. Especially the first few times, but that's to be expected. I wouldn't overthink it so much if I were you, Seras," he offered gently, and he was just trying to be helpful but the realisation that he had done quite the opposite of being helpful dawned pretty instantaneously.
He watched her body jerk backward from his in absolute disbelief at his words, and he could see the wheels in her head turning, trying to decipher if she was going to be mad or not. And unfortunately for him, it was the former.
"Can't I just drink from one of those packs of blood? That's human blood, isn't it?" she asked desperately.
"It is, but it's essentially stagnant blood – the blood you need has to be from a body with a beating heart. And the bloodlust will undoubtedly inhibit you from stopping."
"Do you have absolutely no compassion for anything or anyone, Alucard?" Seras adjusted herself by planting her hands flat on the mattress and holding herself up at arms length from him, her glare enough to make his heartrate rise in excitement. This not-so-timid Seras was more exciting than he'd thought she'd be, and he was quite enjoying her attitude. It was a shame he was going to have to punish her so severely for it eventually. "Don't you care at all about how much I don't want to do that?"
"Don't you care at all about how much I don't want you to die?" he replied without letting a beat pass between them. Some part of him was disappointed as he realised he wasn't going to disarm her so easily about this topic.
She held that hateful gaze a moment longer before scoffing at him with as much disgust as she could muster before trying to wriggle away.
As soon as she tried to escape his clutches Alucard's muscles contracted instinctually and held her body firmly in place. The hand he held her tiny waist in tightened as she swayed her hips, her beautiful pale flesh denting beneath his fingertips, and it simply reminded him all over again how truly fragile she still was by comparison of his brute strength.
"Stop it, let go," his little vampire demanded rather gruffly but he didn't give in one bit. "You're always just so dismissive about things that matter. I'm getting up, let go."
"Dismissive? I just said I don't want you to die! That matters," he argued back, feeling a sudden surge of irritability. That mattered a whole lot to him, and if anything, she was being awfully dismissive of that fact.
"Mm," she mused sarcastically, "sure."
He wished he could have stopped it. He really did.
Who the fuck does she think she is?
As if a light had been flicked on, Alucard's irritability dissolved into rage and it flooded his senses and drenched his vision in red. He could feel the familiar sensation of that rage intertwining with his bones, warming up each muscle and tendon in preparation of attack as that fury sizzled throughout his body. The monster within him was dragging itself from the darkened depths of his being to the light and threatening to bare its face to her.
"You will get up when I say you can get up."
-oOo-
Seras' whole body stilled and as she felt every part of her freeze, so did her brain.
Oh.
There was a guttural noise in his voice, a deep rumbling behind each word, and it forced her to blink in response. Something about it triggered an unpleasant memory from the night he'd essentially branded her, and with that memory came a sudden rush of fear. His voice was carried with that same painfully cold tone, his lust for her pain barely masked in his words.
It flooded her senses and as the fear came, the freeze that had momentarily reigned over her fight or flight response broke and she began to writhe in his grip. She hated this; hated that it happened, hated that she remembered, hated that her skin was scarred by him that way. Mostly, she hated that she was still afraid.
No. He will never get the chance to do that to me again.
"I'll get up when I decide I want to. Not when it's convenient for you." She pushed her voice out with as much ferocity as she could muster, despite the raging anxiety she felt inside. "If I'm meant to be your equal, then you better start treating me like one."
History dictated that flailing about in his arms had never served her well in the past and as that thought passed her mind alongside the quick recollection of failed attempts, her body followed its resolution to this problem without hesitation. She planted her hands in the center of his broad chest and pushed herself as much upright as she could get against his arms while in the same breath bending her knees and bringing them up to straddle his waist.
She found the courage to look him in the eye then, and found herself startled.
Though her gaze met his, it wasn't his eyes she noticed first. It was the entirety of his expression and it sent a shiver down her exposed spine. His eyes were practically alight as though there were real tongues of fire dancing in them, and there was that familiar cold gleam in them but he was smiling.
It wasn't a full smile by any means – and it wasn't painted with his usual sadistic delight – but it was a smile nonetheless. And it took her breath away with its appearance. One side was perched higher than the other, and she could see the slight dent of teeth in his lower lip, but it was full of pure joy. Excitement, but it didn't feel like the threatening kind she'd seen (and felt) him express before.
That was... alarming.
"Oh, is that how it is, little girl?"
Alucard lifted his free arm to brush his fingers ever so delicately across Seras's blushing cheek, invoking a brief moment of quiet peace between them, before grabbing her wrists together in that same hand and pulling her up toward him.
She yelped as the bones in her hands clashed together in his vice, his strong fingers holding her tightly. Tight enough to cause a disgruntled "ow, hey" to leave her mouth in hushed protest. She was quickly silenced by the sudden but rather gentle pressure of Alucard's lips on hers, however, which was an entirely unanticipated move.
A... kiss?
It wasn't rough and demanding, there was no sense of the usual lustful desperation they kissed with in it. There was no biting of her lip, no growling in his chest. She was momentarily too stunned to participate but again, it was like her body knew how to respond before she did. So she opened her mouth to him, the sudden contrasting tenderness of his actions seemingly surreal.
His mouth was warm against hers and as she kissed him back, she felt herself melt against him slightly. The softness of his lips coaxed her to relax into it, and as his mouth pressed to hers with a genuine kindness in it, she couldn't help but accept it.
Her plan to escape his clutch evaporated into the fog of delighted confusion beginning to cloud her mind and judgement; instead of pushing him away again, she took advantage of the timid nature of their contact and shimmied her hands loose of his already slackened grip to clasp his face as she deepened the kiss. Her tongue slipped against his lower lip, a soft sigh passing with it, and this proved to be the correct course of action because the now idle hand he'd been using to grip her wrists came to gently lay upon the nape of her neck, the light touch so foreign yet welcomed as he tangled his fingers in her hair for the first time with any aggressive intent absent from it.
And though yes, it was nice, there was an annoying little scratch in the back of her mind, and had she time to ponder that with any depth she probably would have hit herself for it.
Was she missing his violence? Was this too much too soon? Or rather too little? Was the pain really what actually made her enjoy it all?
What's wrong with me?
She suddenly felt uncertain. Uncertain about him, about herself, about why he was doing this. About how he'd expressed that sudden anger and now he was being too nice, too sweet. The sudden change made her feel as though the ground beneath her feet was falling apart and she wasn't sure where was safe to step next.
And then all of a sudden, Seras was in darkness.
What? I hardly fell asleep, did I?
She looked down and had a sudden wave of nostalgia hit her like a tonne of bricks as she immediately recognised the bare skin by her index fingernail where her freckle should be. Oh no. Not this again.
"Nothing's wrong with you."
Seras nearly jumped out of her skin.
Jesus, do you have to do that? Can't you just show up and talk face to face?
Seras was really not a fan of having to look at herself in the way she knew she was about to have to – if the parasite decided to show itself – but it was a far more pleasant experience than speaking to her own eerie disembodied voice that rang from the infinite nothingness around her.
"It's just that you're human. You're not designed to be played with the way he likes to play, so he's trying to accommodate."
God, she really did hate this whole situation.
How nice of him, she rolled her eyes as she mumbled it, with the slight hope she'd catch a flicker of something somewhere around her. She didn't quite fancy the idea of getting blind-sighted by her doppelganger – she already felt like a trapped rat enough without needing to worry about being attacked on top of it. Well, I suppose that's logical. I just feel so... Strange about it. I feel like he's going to change in an instant and just hurt me again. And I worry I might like it? But I don't think I do.
As the words fell from her lips and she realised what she'd just admitted to this monster she despised, she clasped her hands over her mouth. Why did she just say that? There was no way she'd ever seek comfort by confiding in this distorted contradiction of herself, and Alucard's hope of them making friends was a ridiculous notion she didn't even want to consider.
So why did she feel comfortable enough in saying it in the first place? Was it just a clumsy fumble of her thinking aloud, or was it because she, in some bizarre way, had involuntarily placed some trusted this demon?
"It's a well-founded feeling, that fear of him changing. He might."
The voice came from in front of Seras, its tone sounding much more physically present than before and it caused her to look up and directly ahead.
"And I know you like it, the pain he gives you. I know as well as you do. You're just not biologically equipped to deal with the damage after it's done."
Slowly, like the initial breaths of flame sparking to life against a night sky, Seras's copycat appeared walking toward her. It was like the shadows parted their solid way for her as she sauntered, her glowing form so illuminated and clear-cut against the black background. She wore the same red dress as before, and though somewhat dysphoric to look at, Seras could acknowledge how not just pretty she looked, but powerful too.
It was carried in the air around this woman, the same way she could feel Alucard's power when he was near. It was physically warm and tingly, and though she couldn't quite pinpoint it, there was something threatening in that aura they both carried.
Seras was nearly in awe by it. Nearly.
Well, like the pain or not, I'm so tired of feeling this way. It's too much. When he changes, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it this time. No, I know I won't be able to.
Now it felt like she was speaking without meaning to. She knew she had said it, but why did it feel so disconnected? And it's not like she could argue with the statement because it was the truth. It was as though Seras's subconscious was speaking on her behalf this time, and perhaps that's where the disconnect was coming from, but she didn't admire the feeling of vulnerability it was bringing.
It was too much. The never knowing where she stood with him not just physically but emotionally too, it left her feeling so constantly raw. It hurt to think about him, to be near him, but at the same time nothing felt more like home to her than being his arms. The constant high and low of it all was too much to bear.
And even now, in a moment where she felt all this love from him, she couldn't help but question it. Was it love, or was it a sly tactic to make her comfortable in bliss now so that he could bask in just a little bit more pleasure when the moment came he decided to hurt her? He always did love to see the expression on her face at that precise moment.
It made him so much harder. Every time he'd hurt her, his cock would twitch with excitement inside of her and despite the physical feeling being objectively good for her too, there was emotional pain of the wonder of why he loved to cause her pain more than he loved being kind to her.
The thoughts had taken hold of Seras to a point that she'd been so engrossed in them, she hadn't noticed her doppelganger crouch down beside her, gown pooling around her like rivers of pouring blood, and place a cold hand on her shoulder.
"You don't have to be afraid this time," said her doppelganger into her ear, and Seras turned her head to look herself in the eyes, forever intimidated by their alluring red glow. "Because I promise if that happens, I'm going to handle it for you."
And with that, Seras was thrust back into the physical world, back into the body being held in her Master's warm embrace. The words of the vampiress were left echoing in her head and though she desperately wanted to ask what she'd meant, she found herself quickly re-occupied with the warm wetness of her Master's tongue brushing against hers.
A deep groan from his chest was all she needed to completely lose herself in this moment with him all over again. His hand against the back of her neck pressed against her with a more definite intensity now, but still there was a firm leash being held on the violence he preferred to hold her with.
With newfound security – and maybe a little uncertainty too – of the demon's promise to deal with the punishing consequences Alucard often couldn't resist giving in to after the tiniest of her mistakes, or even none at all, Seras found herself more confident as she kissed him back, less fearful of an unwarranted slap or a hand around her throat; and ultimately more appreciative of how well he was composing himself.
She knew how badly it must have hurt him to hold it all back.
-oOo-
Alucard's mind was racing.
His heart felt as though it were thudding against his ribcage in an attempt to escape the havoc about to start and he could feel the familiar twinge in his crotch, his cock already fully alert to the woman straddling his waist and holding his face in her hands.
It was taking every last bit of his willpower to restrain the desire to throw her to the ground and fuck her like he intended to murder her afterward.
All he had known before her was carnal, bloody fucking and sometimes, he wouldn't even fuck them. Just torture and mutilate their bodies until he was hungry enough. Or until they'd stopped screaming.
And yet here he was, holding her as though the world would collapse beneath them if he stopped, kissing her with a painless passion he didn't realise he was capable of until then. He wasn't sure those sadistic thoughts about her would ever truly leave him, but he was damn sure intent on preventing them from playing out.
Well... most of them.
A sudden warmth against his belly drew him back into his surroundings. Seras's short frame was stretched above him and she sat against his stomach, her pussy was already making its presence known by pressing its damp warmth into his skin. His cock throbbed painfully in response, demanding Alucard plunge himself into her that instant, but he shut that thought down with a vocal growl.
As Seras's hips started to grind against him, he found the tight grip he held on the leash of his restraint slacken slightly.
Her hips weren't moving consistently or even hard enough that he'd otherwise taken notice of, but in that moment, he recognised the adjusting of her position, the discomfort between her thighs that she was discreetly trying to relieve. And then the scent of her hit him. It was hot it was in his nose, and it was oh-so enticing. He never thought any scent other than the ones of blood and death could intoxicate him the way hers could.
"Master," she moaned against his lips, the slight whine in her voice all the more evidence he needed to confirm his suspicions, "I need..."
"You need what, sweetheart?" He whispered back at her, capturing her lips again in a lengthy kiss before he'd let her answer. It was so sweet to see her flustered like this.
"I-I need... You."
And that was it.
Without missing a beat, Alucard used the arm he'd pinned Seras by her waist with to pull her up toward his chest and the one on the nape of her neck to pose her into an upright position. There were her usual little cries of protest as he did this, but he promptly ignored them. As soon as he'd gotten her to sit on his chest, he then wrapped one arm around her thigh to hoist her up further, making her essentially straddle his face as her knees buried themselves in the pillows at either side of his head and used the other hand to grab her ass cheek but not before giving it a sharp slap.
She let out a breathy moan as he slunk down against the headboard slightly to position her pussy above his mouth, and he couldn't help but take immense pleasure in seeing her from this angle.
Her face was the cherry on top, quite literally; her pretty eyes were contorted into worried pools of blue crystal and she was biting down hard on her lower kiss-swollen lip. Her tousled hair fell around her in golden rays, and what he found somewhat amusing was the way she held her hands in front of her as though she didn't know what to do with them.
"You look so pretty when you're nervous," he said, ensuring that with every word he spoke his hot breath brushed against her.
The sudden spike in the fear already garnering her face was the perfect aphrodisiac.
And with that, he pulled her close and began to draw his tongue upward against her silken pussy in long, slow licks. She did well not to react for the first minute or so in an attempt to appear unfazed, but as he began to leave his tongue linger a little longer against her clit on each stroke, he could feel a single nerve in her thigh begin to quiver.
He breathed in the scent of her arousal shamelessly and greedily as he began to circle his tongue against her, every so often poking gently against her fuckhole. Her moans were quiet at first as he began this routine, her attempt at not falling apart before him actually admirable, but when he began to slide his tongue into her, using his arm around her thigh to sustain a rhythm to his tongue, she couldn't help but whimper and he knew it.
What he didn't know, however, was how she'd react to that. And the reaction absolutely thrilled him.
Seras reached her hands down and secured her fingers tightly into his hair and started to grind herself against him, her breaths getting louder and more shallow with every gentle push of her hips. Still she wore a worried look on her face, but it was one blurred with pleasure now, her cheeks highlighted with the faintest hint of pink and her eyes half-lidded.
As he gazed upward, admiring the woman before him, he slipped the hand he'd been holding onto her ass with up toward her dripping pussy and sliding his fingers in lieu of where his tongue had been, now refocusing his tongue's attention to her clit.
"Ah, n-, Master!" she suddenly gasped as he angled his fingers upward, curling them deep each time he thrust them in, stretching her tight hole open by hastily pushing a third finger in alongside his two long digits. The nerve twitching in her leg was becoming more apparent and he could feel her insides starting to clench around him.
He didn't ease his pace as he felt her climax already beginning its ascent. The desperation in her voice only fulled his urge to make her cum as he kept licking at her sensitive clit, her ragged moans acting as the wind feeding his burning desire to taste her orgasm on his tongue.
"No, stop," she panted, pulling on his hair with urgency now, "I don't wanna finish yet, I-"
"Shut up," he growled at her but making sure as not to lift his mouth from her pussy so she could feel his words resonate, ensuring she really got the message that he was annoyed he had to pause his feast, "I don't care what you want right now."
And that was only because she'd said what she needed.
So he didn't adjust the pace nor angle of his fingers thrusting into her, and simply resumed licking her like she was melting. His tongue had finessed a steady but fierce rhythm, the tip of it flicking against her clit each time he drew his licks upward. It was somewhat nostalgic despite the physical arrangement being entirely different this time around. As he ate her out, his fingers buried in her warm cunt, hearing her plead with him, it brought him right back to that first night.
The night he became her Sire.
Indeed he had bonded her to him by creating a relationship between them written in blood, but that wasn't the only way he claimed her. He had haphazardly taken her virginity and tasted its bloodshed on his tongue. He took hold of her very soul that night and buried it within himself, keeping it as though it were now a part of him.
As that treasured revelation passed through his head, he was only vaguely aware of his precious fledgling dying a pleasant death above him.
It was the moment her back arched that he was drawn back to full attention of her.
Her head had fallen backward so that he could no longer see her face, but he could see the perfect curve of her plentiful breasts illuminated by the dusk's low light as she leaned herself away from him. He couldn't help but snake the hand he'd wrapped around her thigh up to take hold of one of her breasts, squeezing it gently.
The sound she made as he did so caused a deep shiver to run through his body and his already aching dick, and he had to force his eyes closed. But he supposed it was about time to relieve her of the ache between her thighs that he knew was growing to be intolerable.
"Cum, Seras. Cum for me."
His deep voice vibrated against her as he kissed her swollen clit one last time.
Her whole body tensed as a strangled moan of pleasure left his Draculina's mouth, her pussy squeezing his fingers for dear life as she came hard. He kept his lips firmly against her as she rode out her orgasm on his face, and as he pulled his soaked fingers from her pulsing hole he couldn't help but admire how wet she'd gotten. He didn't hesitate to aid the full-body tremors she was having as he began to lap at her pussy gently, easing off on the pressure of his tongue this time so as to not overstimulate her too much.
"Master!" She gasped, sounding somewhat displeased. "N-no, I wanted-"
He opened his eyes with a start, finding no reason for her displeasure in their current circumstance, and was so very ready to reprimand her for her ungrateful attitude – that was until he saw the look on her face.
She'd since released his hair from her hands and had them in front of her once again, this time posing them awkwardly but nervously intertwining her fingers. The blush on her cheeks had spread into a full-body rosy flush now and he could sense the restraint bottled up behind her pursed lips.
The hand on her breast moved up to softly stroke her cheek with his thumb as he calmed his own sudden urge of violence at the momentary perceived slight and he kept stroking until she started to lean into his touch, the expression on her face melting into one of sincere content, and for once he was able to appreciate that look more than the one he usually liked to make her wear with pain.
"I'm sorry, you wanted what, love?" he asked, softening his tone while smiling at her crumbling composure as she still trembled from her climax just above him.
That had clearly gotten her attention as she perched her gaze down to look him in the eyes, startled. "I... I wanted to cum with you," she blurted out quickly, biting down on her lip afterward as though that slight change on her face would hide her very obvious embarrassment.
Cute.
Oh, sweet Seras.
He didn't stop stroking her cheek, but he was finding it hard to contain the slight chuckle rumbling in his chest. She truly was so very sweet. He really hoped that would be something that didn't change about her. She may be human, yes, but he was so sure that she was not her humanity despite her desperate clutch to it. He hoped that the vampire Seras would still be as herself as she was now.
"Oh, well why didn't you just say that?" he teased, knowing full well he'd not given her the opportunity to at the time as he suddenly launched himself upright – grabbing her with him accordingly – and sat her directly into his lap, managing to rub her soft, wet slit up against his now painfully erect cock in the whole adjustment. "That's alright, sweetheart. You can cum with me this time."
Again he used an arm to wrap around her waist and the other to place one of her thighs over his hip, having her straddle him once again as he maneuvered his legs up behind her so as to adjust his thighs underneath her slightly for support.
Alucard watched in half speed as she did the math in her head about their current position.
Seras hadn't been on top often due to the sheer size of him and though she usually managed to impress him with the kinds of pain she could take, the feeling of him nearly splitting her cervix open was not one she dealt with well. So as he watched his little Draculina put it all together and waited patiently for her to make that realisation, he delighted in not giving her enough time to react to it.
Her eyes widened with panic as she began to speak.
"No, Alucard, I'm not-"
Her words were cut short by a scream that was cleanly split down the middle of being one of pain and one of pleasure.
Alucard pulled her close to him hard, simultaneously positioning himself against her slick hole and in one smooth motion, plunged his cock into her. And he shoved himself in deep. Her whole body arched in sync with her pained reaction, her muscles tensing up including her cunt as it engulfed him. God, she felt good, but he couldn't ignore the obvious discomfort it had caused her.
Stop, that's too deep! You'll hurt her, you fucking idiot.
Fuck.
Alucard hoisted her up and he pulled his hips back so as to slide the majority of his throbbing cock out of her pussy, the head of his dick still firmly planted just inside of her. He needed to be far more cautious of his own primal needs, he didn't want to scare her off with the inevitable pain too quickly; he needed to work her into it slowly and do it when she was physically ready – not when it was most convenient for him.
He was sure there was still enough of his blood left in her veins to repair the damage of his cock ripping her cervix open but despite that being the case, he knew the lead up to that action hadn't gone down so well in the past and he was desperate not to repeat his mistakes this time.
Alucard found himself acting on this sudden flare of desperation and looking up to search Seras's face for any signs that he'd already ruined this before it had started, but he was eternally relieved to see there were none. If anything, she looked mildly disappointed beneath the sultry look that dominated her features.
Okay, proceed. Don't be careless again.
He was careful this time to not shove the entirety of himself into her for fear she'd reject him immediately, and so used his arm around her to hold her tightly as he began to slowly manipulate her into a slow grind atop him.
The hand on her thigh made its way to the soft skin of her upper back, securing a more trusted grip on her as he very gently rocked his hips against her, allowing only half of his cock to penetrate her. As soon as he'd found a steady pace, his girth slowly stretching her tight little fuckhole open for him, he took the time to marvel again at how utterly right she felt to him. Not just her pussy, but the whole of her being, her energy, her presence, how it all felt somewhat like home to him.
He couldn't lose this, not again.
Seras's whimpers for once weren't ones of pain as she enthusiastically matched his pace, slowly but surely grinding her hips against him harder, and he found himself actually enjoying it.
It had been a long time since he'd fucked without inflicting external pain and though that was when he was living his truest desires, he was finding the need for it farther away with every thrust of his thick cock into her pussy, its warm, wet confines bringing him to the height of ecstasy. Her moans proved to just arouse him further along with her hands as they found themselves clasping to his shoulders as she rode against him, gently pushing herself further into him, forcing him back against the headboard more and more.
The tenderness of it, however, was so disarming. They way she held herself against him felt so sure which was so unlike any other time before, and when she met his gaze, he could see the genuine trust in her eyes. He was slowly letting her take control, and he could see it in her face that she was realising that. Her hips began to thrust a little harder, and as she started to enthuse her pace her wet cunt took him in deeper.
Her body immediately tensed in his strong arms as another inch of him sank into her, prodding closer to the point he knew it was going to start hurting, her sharp nails pressing themselves deep into his skin until there were bloody crescents beneath them.
"Master," she moaned, her hands gliding from the hard planes of his shoulders to grasp his neck and jaw so as to hold him in place as she spoke to him, "I think this is as deep as I can go."
He broke their gaze momentarily to flicker his eyes downward. She hadn't gotten much further than he'd thought she would, and he found himself feeling far more disappointed than he'd expected by that. There was still an awful lot of his cock exposed, and he really didn't intent to end this session with that same fact still standing. He watched as he slid into her over and over with her gentle gyration, her little moans of effort falling away into background noise as he found himself battling with his discouraged feelings.
No! The rationale in his brain screamed at him, holding the desire to keep it in a safe place tightly in its arms, don't fucking ruin this!
He knew he should listen, that if he made the same self-serving actions he'd made in the past he'd be liable to lose her once and for all. And to worsen that, he knew that if she did decide to leave him, she was stubborn enough to starve herself to death and the Draculina within may fight her on it, but she was far too set on not becoming a life-stealing monster to give in. Which he knew was a problem he was going to have to deal with, but he wanted to deal with it with her near him. Not watch her die from a distance.
So if he wanted to keep her near, he really needed to tread carefully. Yet, the way she was taking him, her hips holding their graceful yet taunting rhythm, he was finding it hard to maintain a steady focus on that caution.
He didn't want to portray his internal disappointment to her, but he really needed to find a compromise within himself to dampen out the sadistic urge pushing its way into the forefront of his mind. If he didn't, he hated that he couldn't predict the length of or even simply the certainty of his restraint. With that in mind, he needed to start encouraging her to attempt this of her own free will.
Otherwise, he was painfully aware he'd take matters into his own hands. And that would most definitely ruin everything he was achieving currently.
"That's all, Princess?" he chuckled at her, his tone playful enough to cause her purely blissful expression break into a flustered deer-in-the-headlights look for a moment. "Come on now, I'm sure you can take it deeper."
Seras blinked a few times as she took in what he said, and though her cognitive ability was delayed, her instincts weren't and her body reacted so delightfully to what he'd said. Her hot walls clenched tightly around him before giving way again only slightly, a quiver beginning to run consistently through her. Her wide blue eyes were only amplified by the blush spreading like wildfire across her cheekbones, and he could see the need to please written all over her face.
He smirked up at her, not breaking the stride of his countering thrusts as she processed his taunt, contemplating what to do about it, his eyes practically alight with pure lust as they bore into hers.
Her hands holding his jaw tightened slightly as she whimpered, swiftly nodding her head, bracing herself firmly before she sank herself down further onto his long, stiff member. Their gaze fell apart suddenly as she reactively squeezed her eyes shut, her brow contorting upward as her mouth fell open in a loud cry of suffering.
He wasn't surprised when she stilled above him.
He knew it hurt because the walls of her cunt were stubbornly refusing to give way much more for him, the head of his throbbing dick barely brushing against her cervix. Her cry had quickly dwindled into a pathetic, small whine and she hung her head now, refusing to look him in the eye as she held back the tears threatening to spill through her lashes. She was much more hunched than before as she desperately tried not to move her hips another inch, her breathing considerably labored.
"Oh, that's it, that's my girl," he grumbled as his chest heaved with his plentiful inhale, instantly praising her, bringing the hand he'd been using to support her upper back with to her face once again; his fingers held her cheek firmly in his hand as he attempted to comfort his struggling Draculina. "I knew you could do it."
"I can't," she gasped back, "no, I can't. Alucard, it's too much."
He could see her previously matched desire waver, see the doubt starting to form on her features.
"Yes you can, sweetheart. You can."
His hand moved to her chin and he pulled her closer toward him – careful so as not to move himself inside of her too much – while using the headboard of the bed at his back for support as he brought her face to his. Despite his best effort to avoid it, she let out another sharp gasp that was wordless and full of pure discomfort as their bodies moved closer together.
He brushed his nose against hers as soon as she was close enough, his lips ghosting over hers with a soft breeze between them. He let out the quietest laugh of victory before he rewarded her painful exertion, kissing her softly once again before opening his mouth to hers in a far more exaggerated need than before, searching for her tongue until he found it and wrapped his own around it, pulling her against him tighter as his muscles in the arm around her waist tensed themselves further.
As he kissed her, the hands she'd been holding against his neck now fell away and in their place she wrapped her arms, her fingers threading through his hair as her arms crossed at the nape of his neck, pulling him in as desperately as he was pushing against her.
Though he was buried quite deep within his little vampiress now, he loathed to find that he still ached for more, needed to feel more of her envelop him, his dick yearning to plunge into her until there was blood staining it.
Wait, hold on.
Blood...
No. He shuddered, quickly repulsed by the notion.
He couldn't manipulate her like that. He couldn't.
...Could he?
There wasn't a second of thought behind his next action as he moved his hand from her cheek. Without breaking their kiss, Alucard drew a talon-like nail across his throat in the same spot she'd bitten him the night prior, careful so as not to absolutely shred the healed yet still fairly tender skin.
He'd let the vampire above him do that as much as she wanted.
She didn't notice right away, and it was only as he lay his hand back against her cheek with specks of blood clinging to his fingernail did she show any sign of sensing it.
Seras pulled back from his grip an inch, eyes wide and fixated as she searched for the source of the smell. Like a well-trained bloodhound she spotted it and loomed in closer, transfixed by the slight rivulet starting to leave a vermilion trail against his alabaster-coloured skin.
"Oh, you're bleeding," she mumbled, already visibly a million miles away from conscious thought. He could see the bloodlust in her beginning to stir and he couldn't help but be excited by the awakening happening before him . Her eyes remained their sapphire blue, yet there were the bare tinges of red beginning to pollute the edges.
Congratulations. You've ruined it.
His inner rationale had thrown its hands up in the air, abandoning all its reason to fight to keep his inner beast firmly on a leash.
"Yes, my love," he said softly in complete opposition to his better sense, trailing his fingers to her chin once again and taking hold of it, delicately drawing her closer to the flow of his life-force, "why don't you clean it up for me?"
She gave the barest nod of her head in response, her lips parted with instinctual anticipation of his blood. Alucard guided her until she was nestled in neatly beneath his jaw, her head tilting sideways in accordance with him tilting his back, and he could have laughed at how quickly she pressed her tongue to his bleeding wound. Her hair tickled at his flesh and he smoothed it down as she kissed the cut on his throat gently, her tongue lapping up the purposeful stain of red he'd caused.
The contact of her saliva only caused the bleeding to flow faster and he could feel the building enthusiasm in her tongue as she continued to suckle at the wound.
"Master," she eventually whispered between her gentle licks. "It's not enough."
He stroked her hair as the amusement he'd managed to hold in finally resounded from his throat in a quiet, hearty chuckle.
"I'm sure you know how to solve that problem," he muttered back, "so feel free to, sweetheart."
There was a moment of utter silence that befell them, her mouth still pressed against his neck but paused in motion, the warmth of her lips making its way deep beneath his skin.
He wondered what she thought in that brief moment of stillness.
And then as though the Draculina had nudged her back to life, Seras's mouth widened and her sharp, young fangs pierced her Master's flesh with little regard for keeping it intact.
Alucard's deep groan started in his chest and ended in a growl as it reached the tip of his tongue. The sudden electric jolt of her teeth as they buried themselves in his neck was enough to make him shiver, his cock feeling its shock resonate as it pulsed wildly inside of Seras. She whimpered gently against his skin as she rocked her hips forward slightly, biting down further and beginning to draw her first mouthful from him.
I hope you're pleased with yourself, his inner rationale spat at him before making a complete exit from his mind, a scorned trail of fire left in its wake, the flames of chaos stroked to life further by the sensation of his fledgling piercing his skin.
He knew it was wrong of him to do this. He hated himself for how quickly he'd acted on his own selfish impulse.
Awakening the Draculina by feeding her his blood was undoubtedly a disconcerting experience for Seras. Her knew that as her body accepted his power into its veins and the vampiric abilities within her were momentarily released, the consciousness of her humanity was locked away somewhere in her head, only barely existing as the blood hungry vampire within took her place.
But he knew it was also a way to hasten her coming to terms with the harsh reality of her situation. His lifeblood would quench the thirst burning in her chest for a little while, but it would also worsen the ultimate need for human blood, too. Eventually even his powerful energy wouldn't be enough to keep her alive.
And he knew that if it came to that, Integra would send him to execute the poor hybrid he'd created, starved half to death or not. 'To end her misery', she'd undoubtedly tell him but he knew that it would be an unspoken punishment for him because he'd let it happen in the first place. Sir Integra didn't like things to be messy in general, and their entire relationship was just that. Messy.
Despite knowing all of that painful information, he held his little vampire closer, embracing her protectively as she fed from him, unwilling to face the consequences for either of them in that moment. She was going to make the right decision one way or another eventually, and he'd make sure of that.
He was brought back to the feeling of her pussy as her hips suddenly twitched against him again, harder this time, the teeth in his neck starting to radiate pleasure throughout his body. She'd swallowed a few mouthfuls of his blood at this stage and already he could sense it was starting to take effect. The strict confines of her pussy were becoming more pliant, her muscles taking a more defined form beneath her skin.
He didn't need to see her eyes to know they were now as red as the blood she drank.
That was it. The Draculina was present.
She was pushing her chest against him as she tore through his skin with her razor-sharp teeth, chaotically pulling his flesh part to get at the blood beneath quicker. A strangled breath left his lips as he felt his cock twitch mercilessly within her at every bite of her fangs, demanding he do something about the ache building in pressure.
But he wouldn't. Not yet. He wanted to time that moment just perfectly.
-oOo-
Oh, God.
The nerves beneath Seras's skin sprung to life, their sensitivity suddenly increasing by tenfold. The taste of warm copper was flooding her mouth, and though it tasted of metal it also tasted sweet and dark; there was a strength to his blood that she just couldn't put her finger on, and as it poured down her throat, she could feel it seep into every crease of her nervous system on its way down to her stomach.
She could feel Alucard's cock twinge inside of her as she swallowed another mouthful, the slow-burning fire it was starting in her stomach becoming more assured as she quenched the ever-present thirst in her throat. She could feel just how deep he'd buried himself too, and though it wasn't quite to the hilt, it was enough to pronounce a heavy pressure against her cervix.
Only it didn't hurt.
Well, no, that was a lie – it definitely did hurt.
But the pain felt good. Just good, no terrible sudden feeling of overwhelm sitting just around the corner, no suffering to the point she was near-immobilized by the pain. There was an ache building around that pressure for definite, but it was an ache of want, a need of release. It was painful but she knew that to solve that issue, all she needed to do was start moving.
She paid little regard to the man beneath her as she began to do just that, using her knees to begin to ride him, grinding her hips up and down along his length with a firm rhythm. Each time she sat into his lap and his cock slammed itself into her cervix, the vibration of pain dissolved into pleasure and with every thrust and Seras quickly found herself enjoying the experience of being on top for once.
Her hands weren't bound and her body wasn't suspended in the air. He wasn't setting the pace or intensity of their fucking. She had control, real control and it felt more euphoric than any orgasm she'd ever had. And on top of that, her teeth were buried in his throat, his warm blood pooling in her stomach and embracing her insides.
She felt as though she could do this forever, confidently using the momentum she was building to begin to bounce herself onto his thick shaft, her wet pussy leaving its sticky arousal coated on his abdomen as well as the insides of her thighs that gripped his hips as she fucked him. Her ass impacted with his thighs on every thrust of her pelvis and as it did, it created a solid slapping sound that began to reverberate throughout the room, and that coupled with Alucard's grunts of pleasure became the only noises either of them could focus on.
However, her dream of forever turned out to be quite short-lived.
"Alright, sweetheart. That's enough."
Alucard's voice broke her hyperfixation on her body's movement, its deep melody bringing her attention to it. She momentarily panicked, alarmed that he was dissatisfied with her performance, but was quickly reassured that wasn't the issue. The fingers he'd tangled in her hair as she had began drinking acted as an impromptu leash now, tightening gently as he spoke; she knew it was his indication for her to retract her teeth from the mutilated flesh she'd torn through.
I don't want to stop.
She was so very thirsty, and the only thing that made it go away was this. Her Master's blood. And not only did it solve her thirst problem, it felt so unbelievably intimate. She was leaving her mark in him the way he often did to her, and that claim on him as her Mate instead of it being just his on her, she felt empowered by it. She and she alone was the one to leave that mark upon him, the great No-Life King, and there was something so undeniably attractive about that.
No, Master. It's not enough.
She nuzzled her nose against his throat as she pulled in another mouthful, brushing her tongue over the lacerated skin as she buried in deeper. She needed more, more, more...
-oOo-
She's doing it again. Disobeying.
Yes, she was disobeying, but as she did so she also made sure to make it hard for him to want to reprimand her for it instantaneously. Her hips grinding atop him felt as though he was stroking nirvana each time she pushed herself down against him, and he was finding great difficulty in working up the courage to put her little escapades to rest, especially when he considered just how nice the feeling of her feeding from him really was.
"Do you ever learn, you greedy little girl?" he growled into her ear as he finally caught hold of just enough determination to suddenly refocus both of his hands quickly on her hips. He immediately tensed his hands firmly, holding her tight enough to leave bruises in her pale flesh and without much effort at all he stilled her in his grip, her muffled whine of pain against his neck barely audible.
And then, for just a moment, the No-Life King was at a loss for what to do next.
One part of him desperately wanted to cling to the moment prior forever, to just throw his hands above his head and let her have her way with him for as long as she'd wanted until she'd decided she'd had enough of both his blood and dick, but the other side of him knew he couldn't really do that despite the urge. He was still her Master and though he was rather enjoying her controlling the situation, he couldn't afford another event to unfold like the night prior.
He didn't need Seras giving into the bloodlust and the rage his blood would stir within her if he let her drink for long enough. He needed to keep this in a sensual place, not an entirely violent one.
He wanted to keep her departure from her feast as pleasurable as he possibly could, but her willfulness to remove her teeth from his neck was making that reality seem unlikely to play out. Her disobedience was a strong trigger for him and he was fighting the snarling beast within him, the want to rip her out of his lap and pin her down making its presence overwhelmingly known.
No. No, just... Start this again.
So he attempted just that. He pulled himself out of her pussy slowly, invoking a tortuously pleasurable feeling for them both, before finally feeling confident enough to ram nearly the entirety of his monstrous size into his fledgling once and for all.
And really, he should have known what was going to happen next, but somehow the prediction eluded him.
His Draculina let out a scream of agony as his cock tore through her with a feral shove and resulted in her ripping her teeth from their hold in his flesh, but her scream paled in comparison to the roar he released in response to that sharp tear in his throat. The suddenness of the pain that had erupted from the gaping wound in his neck had taken him by surprise, and as soon as it came, the pain started to ebb assuredly into anger.
He wasn't a fan of being surprised like that, and the anger was smoking within him as he absorbed the newfound feeling of his pulse in his throat, the weeping of his blood trailing wet marks down over his collarbone onto his chest.
He hadn't even expected her to release him with just that and so aggressively too, but apparently he'd sorely misjudged that evaluation.
And so, as though possessed by the old ghosts of his pathological ways of dealing with said anger, Alucard was entirely disconnected from himself as his hand wrapped itself firmly around her throat and lifted her upward quite violently. This resulted in his cock once again pulling its length from her, only this time he ensured he left her wet warmth entirely, the head of his member throbbing impatiently against her slick hole as he raised her into the air just above him.
Red was starting to poison the colour in the edges of his vision as his beast subsequently started its hot, slow venture through him, knocking on the doors of every horrid thought living in his head that it passed on its ascent, waking the nightmares from their slumber.
She was choking out words now but he couldn't hear them over the pulse she'd caused to ring like an alarm bell in his ears.
How dare she? How fucking dare she?
-oOo-
No. No, no. He changed. I knew it, I knew this would happen.
Seras was suspended in the darkness again, but this time she could see through it to her surroundings beyond in the physical world. She could see Alucard's extended arm holding her in the air and the fury in his snarling mouth, but she couldn't feel any of it.
She put her hands up, expecting the ones she could see in her point of view to mimic the action, yet she was only mildly surprised to find a glassy surface before her, sealing her away from the painful actuality of what was happening.
Okay, so she wasn't in charge anymore. But she didn't necessarily feel worried about that fact this time. There was a sense of security as she gazed down upon her Master through tear-blurred eyes, knowing that the impending torture behind his infuriated stare wasn't something she was actually going to have to endure.
"I told you, I'd handle it if he did. And I will, Seras."
The demon had kept its promise after all. She'd never felt more relieved as she realised that perhaps having this Draculina with her wasn't entirely a bad thing.
Thank you, she said with as much sincerity as she could manage through the lump forming in her throat. But I'd rather not watch it all happen this time. Can you put me to sleep or something?
There was the sudden musical disembodied laugh of her doppelganger through the darkness, and Seras only felt mildly paranoid by it this time.
"I suppose I could. Or... I could make amends for last time."
What did that mean?
Wait, what does-
And then she knew. She understood what she meant.
Though it seemed as though she was still watching from a sort of far-off dreamlike spectator's state, she could feel her body.
She could feel every muscle, every bone, every vein that twined like delicate ivy between it all. Every hair follicle just beneath her skin, every breath of air against her pores. It was as though the border between her physical skin and the world beyond was blurred and if she put her will into it, she could melt the fuzzy barrier between them altogether.
It was as though the power flowing in her blood was humming, its electric presence sweeping her weak body through the brisk rivers of strength, Alucard's dominant influence singing within her.
And as strongly as she could feel all of this, she could feel his hand around her throat had constricted her airflow considerably, and the babbling pleas she'd been crying out moments ago now died on her tongue, their need for being uttered suddenly disappearing. Her hands had come up to clasp themselves around his wrist in a feeble attempt to stop him as he suspended her in the air above him, the expression of unbridled rage already storming their way across his handsome but now somewhat distorted features.
Normally she would have been panicked as his hands found a home around her throat, but this time, she felt pure delight at the vice attempting to suffocate her. She could feel the strength in her Sire's hand, yes, but she could feel the matched power beneath her own skin just waiting for its chance to pounce.
Though she had cowered only moments ago from this sudden change in her Master's demeanor, with the promise of her inner Draculina holding true, she felt brazen enough to release the smile that had been brewing beneath her worried look of pain.
"I'm sorry, Master," she quickly offered, trying in vain to withhold the laugh that threatened itself in her lungs, his furious expression above the bloody mess she'd created somewhat funny the longer she looked at him, "you just surprised me is all."
Time stood still after her utterance.
Alucard's face didn't change in any way of acknowledgement of what she'd said – nor did his hand tighten and she didn't immediately get her world flipped upside down – and that should have screamed for her to reign in her sudden surge of cockiness, but it only fed her amusement further.
It wasn't necessarily a sign of weakness on his behalf but his lack of reaction just meant that she felt the mischievous need to poke a little more.
"Forgive me for thinking the No-Life King was impervious to pain. I would have been more gentle," she taunted, enjoying the confidence.
It was that moment she saw him snap.
Oh, that did something.
Her Master's eyes flared, the glimmering pools of ruby lighting up through the building darkness of the evening between them and his nostrils followed in quick suit. She could feel the rage warm his grip on her throat and with a sudden thrust he shoved her further into the air above him, his arm extending to its full length to hold her there, the intensity of his clutch on her throat fully closing her airway this time.
She spluttered as internally she tried to stand against a lifetime of learned behavior to whimper and plead for release, the hands she'd gripped his wrist with tightening into his flesh as her nails pressed themselves in, drawing blood the instant she tensed. She desperately tried not to wriggle as he suspended her further into the air but despite the Draculina's presence, Seras's instinctual human nature was hardwired to fight against asphyxiation. Whether she was actually suffocating or not was irrelevant.
"Stop panicking, you idiot, you're not dying," the vampiress in her head hissed at her in attempt to cease the beginnings of Seras' flailing, "pack it in or I'll lock you away again."
Though the threat triggered an ugly, hateful response in Seras, somehow she knew that there was no real intent behind it. And she knew because she could feel the emptiness of the threat.
The Draculina had taken her body again undoubtedly, but it was like she was sharing it with Seras this time, their minds coming together with harmonized synchronicity instead of clashing against each other, dissolving the barrier that had been placed between them by Seras's humanity. She still felt as though she were watching from behind an invisible barrier but she was also still in her body, which wasn't the way it had been the night prior. She'd been truly locked into a glass cage, deprived of all of her senses except for her vision, forced to watch what her body was enduring. It had been and still was confusing, but the connection of the Draculina's mind to hers felt so physical now that she couldn't ignore how comforting it felt.
Sorry, this is still fairly new to me, Seras thought back trying to stamp out the nasty comments in her repertoire of insults ready to launch, and you didn't really explain anything. My brain doesn't know it's not dying.
She didn't hear the sigh of exasperation so much as she felt the sudden surge of annoyance that accompanied it.
"I didn't think I needed to explain. Well you're not dying, so calm down. You might pass out, but I wouldn't imagine for very long if it did manage to happen. You not only have me now, but his blood in your veins still ensures your vampiric abilities. You don't need to breathe, he can't strangle you like that. Does that help?" She ended her condescending explanation with another impatient sigh.
Seras's own annoyance flared against the vampiress'.
Yes, actually, very much. No need to explain like I'm an idiot though. Bitch.
The rush of rage that she know didn't belong to her swelled against her mind and it very effectively compelled Seras to tight-lip the rest of her thoughts, silencing herself now before she earned herself another stay in the glass cage.
"Oh how very cute of you. Also, sure. Shut up and focus, idiot."
The lack of the assured mental punishment she'd expected from her smart-arse retort was a shocking but pleasant surprise.
And so Seras tried her best to heed the Draculina's advice, focusing her attention back to her current (and quite frankly bleak) situation.
She was essentially being dangled mid-air by Alucard's powerful arm, his effort to maintain her suspension entirely minimal as he watched her with an intensity she only recognised in lions watching their prey as they hunted. The ferocity of his stare as he contemplated what to do with her sent a familiar ghost of fear skimming down her spine, prickling the flesh as it went, and though she knew she was in dangerous territory now, there was something alluring her to find pleasure from that thrill.
His eyes burned into hers as she stilled herself in his grip, attempting to relax the strained desperation in her hands around his she could see some emotion in his gaze – rage, mostly – his expression didn't give away much else about how he was feeling. His mouth was closed and wasn't pulled in any particular direction, his eyes only slightly widened now but his pupils were dilating the longer he held her there, the blackness eating up the fire of rage in his blazing depths.
What is he thinking?
She wished she could simply ask but as she hung herself above him now, eased into the violent leverage he held her in, she found herself far too concerned with admiring the oddly comforting silence between them, the tension they looked at each other with. Though she wanted to know, something inside her acknowledged that not knowing was far more enticing in that moment.
"Little girl..." he began, his deep voice containing nothing but restrained belligerence as his eyes fluttered closed for a few nerve-wracking seconds before he managed to compose himself again somewhat, "you do make it so very hard for me to be kind to you at times."
She was surprised to find him lowering her back down to him as he spoke. She was even more surprised as he brought her body back down to lay against his entirely, half sitting her upright once again so as he could reposition his throbbing cock against her pussy, letting her feel just how badly he wanted to let it wanted to rip through her.
"I know," she said, her vocal chords defiantly surviving the crushing assault he'd inflicted on her throat, "but I didn't mean to move so suddenly. I really am sorry, Master."
Seras made sure to adjust her facial expression accordingly, widening her now reddened eyes, pouting her lips and shifting her brow into an innocent look of apology. The genuineness of her expression was spoiled only by her bloodied mouth, the red stains on her lips and chin blurring the purity of it all.
She nearly believed her angelic façade had convinced him for just a moment too.
"I'm sure you are," he murmured as he pulled her face to his now, still holding her throat but with a noticeably more gentle grip, letting his nose brush hers in a way that seemed loving before he continued in a rather solemn tone, "but you're about to feel even sorrier, Princess."
And with that, Alucard yanked her up by the neck once again and pulled her roughly back down, his aim absolutely impeccable as she felt him impale her in one sudden rush.
A blood-curdling scream that died away into a whimper of shameful pleasure burst its way forth from Seras's swollen lips as she felt Alucard's cock plunge into her with a speed she hadn't braced herself for and tears sprung into her eyes. The growl from him that tore through the room after her vocal expression sent a chill through her bones, causing her now tear-streaming eyes to find his as she desperately tried to wriggle away the discomfort her Master was causing her.
"Aw, that wasn't even all of it," he said as he caught her gaze and held it, a mischievous glint glittering away in his eyes. "Now be a good girl and shush, won't you?"
"Wha-? Ah!" Seras's question bluntly cut into another cry of pain, only this time she knew it was far more justified than her first scream.
Alucard's hips thrust with a definite finality against her once again but the pain that came with it made her bite down roughly on her lip. Something in Seras's body just ripped as his cock seemed to impossibly grow in size inside of her, the walls of her pussy tightening until she felt the hot burn of her cunt being stretched to its limit. The tearing she'd felt, she quickly realised as not only his girth thickened but even his length seemed to grow, had been her cervix.
Her Master's shaft was buried deep within her now, and Seras's mind somersaulted with a nauseating speed as she concluded he hadn't just pushed into her until he'd hit against her cervix, rather he'd ripped her last defense wide open and the head of his member was nesting just within the short entrance to her womb. And though it felt as though his lodgement within her was now splitting her hips apart with his increased size, she couldn't seem to find the excruciating pain she was expecting to come.
Oh, it hurt, she wasn't fool enough to deny that fact, but she found it within herself to start to manipulate the pain into some twisted form of pleasure. Her heartbeat was throbbing in her abdomen and maybe she should have known from that sensation alone to leave it to just a feeling, but it was that moment specifically she really wished she'd had the foresight to prepare herself more for what she was about to see as she looked down.
I shouldn't have looked.
The defined outline of her Master's engorged cock was jutting out against her skin ever so slightly an inch or two from below her bellybutton, and her mouth dropped open in horror as she saw red, viscous blood covering the wide base of his cock.
It wasn't the first time he'd made her bleed by any means, but there was far more of it than she'd grown to consider to be the 'normal amount', the blood smeared all over her pussy and the pale skin of the insides of her voluptuous thighs, its alarmingly bright stains continuing their adventure onto Alucard's waist and even as far as his stomach.
Had shock absorbed most of the damage done here? Or was the Draculina truly protecting her from the parts of his love she could not take? Because she felt pain yes, but nowhere what she knew she should be feeling with what she was seeing with her eyes.
"A-Alucard," she whimpered. "I..." she was frightened, a little uncertain, but the words that threatened to fall from her tongue were seemingly unfit for right then and there.
She was dizzied with the sight and overwhelming scent of blood, and not only that but the sheer size of the feeling of his cock within her now, its fullness almost too much to bear.
And yet somehow, it wasn't too much. The pain was slowly ebbing into a bloodied sea of tortured pleasure, a sea that Seras had swam in often only this time she didn't feel as though she was drowning in it. She was floating blissfully atop its surface now, the gentle lull soothing the hurt away from her focus, pulling her further away from her struggling mind.
Slowly but ever so surely, her splitting hips felt as though they were able to move once again, her body feeling less immobilized by the sudden shock with every passing millisecond.
The Draculina was protecting her after all.
His aura that rested around them both like a warm blanket had shifted during Seras's brief distraction with pain, its warmth now feeling like she was nestled within the fires of Hell itself, the flames licking at her skin but she was left unscathed by them. The weight of it surrounding her was breathtaking but not in a way that was motivated by anxiety, the haunting, painful memories she usually associated with this sensation now miles away as she bathed in the arousing electricity of his power crackling all around them.
"Yes, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice soft against her lips as he let her just absorb the feeling of him fill her to the brim.
She inhaled a moan against his lips as he called her the one pet name she knew she'd never tire of hearing, unable to restrain herself from kissing him suddenly, the desperation to fill her senses with pleasure entirely evident as she released his wrist from her hands, more intent on holding his face with a firmness in her fingers as she swiped her tongue against his lower lip. It felt so surreal as she melted herself into him all over again, her lips dancing with his to a song only they could hear, the taste of his blood still lingering in her mouth as she deepened the passion behind her tongue as it took hold of his, his hand around her throat now moving to the back of her neck once again and the touch of his skin against hers caused a fire to light itself beneath it.
"I..." love you.
She'd tried to say it between kisses, but the urgency in his lips stole the words from her mouth and she moaned into his again instead, deciding she'd find a better time to make her declaration.
All of it was falling into place so fast, but for once, she found herself content with the pace. If she ever had doubts about the Draculina's promise to her, they were now entirely erased. The physical protective barrier she had provided Seras with while not entirely trapping her away and allowing her to finally be with her Master in a way that neither of them needed to be cautious of was more than Seras could ever dreamed for.
Alucard's restraint in his strength didn't need to be limited, Seras didn't need to worry of what she'd say or do to provoke his intense reactions, neither of them needed to linger around the thought of Seras potentially dying from his hazardous treatment. It felt entirely liberating and she couldn't deny the excitement brewing inside of her.
With confidence in the safety net she was dangling in, Seras pulled herself away from her Master's sweet lips, careful so as not to back away too much from his proximity as she looked for his eyes in the darkness, needing to find them before she could answer him.
And though their eyes had met a million times before then, as they clashed now, her young crimson eyes meeting his ancient bloodred stare, something sparked between them as it never had done quite so ferociously before. Her heartbeat rocketed itself into her mouth and she all of a sudden felt breathless, her chest closing up in an instant as her stomach clenched itself with a nervous flutter. The reaction was a whole-body experience, and despite her best effort, she couldn't contain the tremor that ran through her, tightening every muscle as it came and releasing it as it passed. Her eyes widened as his did, Alucard seemingly just as surprised and electrified by the small explosion as she was as his eyebrows inched up.
What... what was that?
She expected the Draculina to save her with an explanation but no snarky voice in her head came with an answer and as she waited with dwindling hope for one, they both simply sat there for what could have been until the end of time and neither of them would have been any the wiser just looking at one another, the other trying to guess the emotion swelling in the other's eyes while the silence in the air enveloped them.
Seras felt flushed all over and could feel the slight sheen of sweat starting to illuminate her skin as she stared back at him with a matched expression of pure surprise. And intrigue. It was as though they were knocking on the doors of each others' souls as they gazed, each slowly inching the door open for the other the longer they held each other in this wordless embrace.
And then his hand at the back of her neck pulled her slightly closer once again, just close enough until their noses were touching, their gazes upon one another unflinching as he pulled her in.
Seras had indeed felt vulnerable around Alucard many times before in their time together, but never like this. Never as though her flesh and blood had been melted away, all of what she physically was dissolved until her bare soul was before his, begging to be just be seen and heard by him as it was. And as he perceived her as this naked version of herself, he stripped away his own defenses before her, letting her closer; absorbing her into his dark, shattered energy in reciprocation to witnessing this vulnerability.
Anything she had to say prior to this had died the moment their eyes locked and she couldn't help but let out a gentle, pleased sigh as she settled closer against him, the solid pain eating away at her from her abdomen fading away into the background of her mind as his nose brushing hers pulled her back into the physical exchange they were having, slowly blinking at him as she thought of what to say to him.
And just as she'd thought she'd found what she wanted to say to her Master, deciding this was the perfect timing for it, he stole the words from her mouth.
"I love you, Seras."
Wai- wh-?
-oOo-
The words were out before he'd thought to speak them.
A long silence followed his short utterance, the girl above him completely stilled while she wore a look of confusion, her nose just resting against the tip of his now as she stared at him more wide-eyed than before. She didn't move, didn't blink, didn't breathe, as he could see her ponder how to approach this situation.
If he was being entirely honest with himself, he was waiting for her reaction so intently because he had no idea how to emotionally gauge his own.
Though there was indefinite doubt building within him with every second more of her silence, he couldn't quite find the will to regret what he'd said.
It was the truth – and it had been for some time now.
But why had he said it? Alucard was normally a well-composed individual in the way he managed to seem impervious to emotion, and despite him being too aware of the fact that Seras was with undeniable ease managing to be the force capable of penetrating his stonewalled attitude toward feelings, he was usually still at least able to control the words that left his mouth.
Usually.
In this moment that felt time had stopped for, he couldn't seem to find the will of control present within him at all. The domineering aura that he'd grown so fond of had completely dissipated around him in a pool of blackened tar as he fell into the wells of her bloody eyes, his need for power and pain and anguish all slowly falling apart around him as he pulled this being atop him closer, back in to kiss her blood-swelled lips softly and slowly, allotting her a gentle enough pace that she could ground herself with.
If ever she recovered from her current dizzied state.
And recover she did, almost surprising him as she melted herself into him all over again, returning the somnolent kisses while her arms around his neck tightened as he could feel her physically pull herself from her mind. His eyes closed into the gentle lull of their lips' exchange, now not being able to see her but he could still feel the flame she'd ignited within him with that one look.
His body had felt as though it had been pumped full of electricity, a ghostly finger skimming itself down his spine as it invoked a shiver, and he'd seen and felt that the same had happened to Seras as it did him. In all of Alucard's long years and countless partners, he'd never experienced anything quite like it. It didn't bring with it the thoughts of lustful domination he was expecting, nor did it cause any violent tendencies to poke their heads up. Instead, he felt as though he was being filled with a lighter energy, a soft glow illuminating him from the inside out and the longer she'd held him captive in that soft, bare stare into his soul, the more she was reaching that light into the darkest corners of his very being, corners that had long since been soaked in blood and death and cruelty. And though his eyes were closed now, he could still feel that pure energy soaking through the layers of rot that had laid to rest in his mind and soul.
What is she doing? His beast questioned, the unmistakably nervous growl of certain doom painfully loud in its voice, its hunched form cowering from the rays of light reaching closer. Get it away from me.
Alucard couldn't begin to answer that inquiry if he'd tried to. What was she doing? What was he doing? Alucard didn't often feel vulnerable to a situation, and when he did it usually involved gunfire – not invisible pellets of emotional duress – and he wasn't long finding someway to solve that brief moment of exposure.
This was a million miles away from the battlefields he was so used to.
This felt like stepping before a broken bridge with some of the old, splintering wooden slats missing, some shrouded in the deception of security only to break away beneath a footfall to the jagged stone stakes in the valley below, the time-loosened ropes of the swaying bridge that was holding it all together weathered and threading. But on the cliffs afar, linked only by this uncertain bridge, was this woman drenched in a red silken gown with her arms open and waiting, her golden aura that pulsed with comfort shimmering wildly around her as she smiled toward him.
Seras was his mate and he was indeed in love with her, he couldn't deny that fact of its truth and he knew he no longer could, so why did the commitment to loving her feel so uncertain? Why did it have to feel like with every step he took across this bridge of precariousness, a piece of him writhed in agony? With every sudden snap of another slat in his venture across, why did it have to spring a knife of unpredictability into his heart?
I think you'll find she's not doing anything, Alucard shot back at his beast with his lip snarled, I'm letting her... in.
In where? He didn't precisely know, and he found a strange pang of fear beginning to grow in his mind where he knew the horrors of his past lurked. And if Seras kept poking around within him this way, she was definitely going to uncover those things. His fear was quickly scathed by the ever-burning fire of guilt that surrounded his memories of her, the times he'd seen her as just her body to be used and hurt and nothing more. If she could withstand what he'd done to her and still hold him the way she was holding him now, he was suddenly fairly certain she could withstand witnessing the acts of sin he'd gleefully partaken in before her. Guilty as he was, he felt his fears slowly wash away against the feeling of her lips pressing against his in an attempt to open his mouth to hers now, and so he did, parting his lips and slipping his tongue into her mouth. The arm he still held her waist in pulled her upright suddenly as he shuffled himself up against the bed's headboard once again.
The moan his Draculina released as he felt his cock slide out of her slick cunt during his rushed adjustment pushed his primal need into overdrive.
He hadn't exactly forgotten that he'd lodged himself into Seras's womb, but the feeling had been pushed aside momentarily as they soul-searched each other. And the feeling came back now to completely knock him flat, his head falling back against the headboard with a heavy thud as he slowly pushed his hips back up, feeling him push apart her torn cervix as he went.
He nestled himself back inside of her fully once again, reopening the already healing wound, but a quiet whimper caused him to snap his head back up quickly, his face adorned with a look of concern as he reached the hand he'd had on the back of her neck around to her cheek now, softly stroking his thumb against her blushing, hot skin as she raised her hips from his slightly in a desperate attempt to ease him back out of her again.
Her worried little features invoked a sense of pity within him somewhere, but as she pulled away from his grip around her, it only tightened more and he lazily pulled her back down again with ease.
She let out another small cry of pain and without missing a beat, repeated her prior action; she shimmied her hips upward and slid herself up along his soaked member, effectively removing the head of his cock from her womb to hover at about midway on his length again. As he pulled her back down again, he could see the brief second her eyes rolled back before returning to their frazzled, pained stare into his, and his own narrowed.
Is she...?
The thought trailed off as he slammed himself back into her, making sure he was a little more firm about it this time around, and he was half-pleased to see her shake with the sudden flare of pain it brought. He wasn't necessarily very forceful about it, just shoving in with enough momentum to make her reconsider the game he suspected she was playing.
And though her body trembled as he hit against her insides, he could hear the pleasure she took from it disguised in the feigned moan of pain she let out. Her eyes broke their contact with his once more but this time she wasn't as well-able to conceal the roll of pleasure. Her mouth twitched and he expected her to bite her lip – the dead giveaway that she was thoroughly enjoying something – but she didn't. She just rose herself up again, the internal hemorrhaging he'd caused her making her even more slick and hotter inside than she'd been before. Her walls were swelling with blood both inside and out now, her cells attempting to hastily patch the wounds back together – and he knew they'd have no issue with it considering his blood was rampaging its way through her veins – but as the tears in her internal organs began to stitch themselves back together already, he knew he was going to have to start fucking her faster than she could regenerate. She'd probably already figured out that if she could free him from that area it'd start healing itself rapidly, and that's why she was wriggling herself away like that.
Or, she was doing it because she liked the feeling of him ripping her each time he pushed back in.
Either way, as fun as it was to tear her open like that, he was still going to put a stop the little game she'd started.
And so he tensed his arm once again, forcing Seras to be impaled by his engorged cock with little regard for withholding the strength in his thrust this time. She cried out much more fiercely than before as the head of his cock slammed into the top of her womb, his girth stretching her pussy around his wide dick as he shoved every last inch in as far as it'd go. He couldn't help but release a breathless chuckle as he buried himself in his mate, her insides molding themselves around him as he pulled her close by retracing his fingers to her chin and gripping it tightly, making her look him in the eyes once again as he settled inside of her.
He nearly let out another laugh as she, unsurprisingly, started to heave herself up again, a disgruntled cry of pain falling from her lips as she did so but far less convincing this time because he just caught the coy glint in her eye before she closed her lids, the playful mischief flirting with her lips unable to hide any longer.
And then she bit down, attempting to hide the slight smile threatening to uncover her guise.
Alucard had no doubt it was painful, but he also now had no doubt that she was intentionally trying to provoke that exact reaction from him. She was thriving on him pulling her back down each time, the pain was starting to be something she was beginning to joyfully bask in, and though she externally expressing her pleasure, he couldn't help but idly fear she'd decide in an instant she didn't want to do this anymore. It had happened before, why wouldn't it again?
So how did he ensure that exact dreaded scenario didn't play out? How was he to ensure he wouldn't lose himself to the brutality of fucking her until she was a broken, bleeding mess before him, full of hatred for his existence?
Just don't do it this way then. Move, moron.
He didn't question the forceful suggestion in his head, immediately seeing reason to readjusting their position into one that'd make it perhaps more bearable for her to take him in the way he needed to take her, and he simply smiled at her slowly.
"Don't play games you're not going to win, silly little girl," he said as his usual wicked smile came to take its place on his lips.
Alucard gave her no time to respond.
His arm around her tightened as he suddenly pushed himself forward using the headboard to his advantage, and with an effortless shove had Seras flipped onto her back and planted firmly beneath him, his hands at either side of her head now as he held himself above her, gazing down at his dazed Draculina.
Alucard was nestled snugly between her parted, voluptuous thighs, her warm skin gripping onto the dents of his hips for dear life as her world took a moment to settle back into stillness. His form seemed to tower over her body, her spread legs and widened eyes practically screaming at him to give in to his roaring beast and let it pounce and ravage her. Her arms had fallen from his neck and lay upon the pillows above her head, her hair splayed like fine gold silk beneath and surrounding her with an angelic glow.
In his quick adjustment he'd managed to slip free of Seras's blood-soaked pussy and was now pressed up against her warm, quivering slit. The weight of his cock resting against her seemed to be tantalizing enough to make her begin to grind her hips, a strangled mewl of displeasure leaving her mouth as their bodies fought for a moment, her trying to slide herself back onto his cock as she gyrated her hips and him very strategically avoiding her attempts of re-enveloping him inside of her by stroking himself up along her cunt, the head of his cock nudging her swollen clit each time he gently rocked his hips.
"I never expect to win with you," she suddenly said, her voice breathless and laced with allure and managing to successfully pull his attention away from the silk-like feel of her pussy, "but I don't think I can really lose here."
Alucard's brows shot up in response to her surprisingly humorous retort, his smile inching up to dimple his cheeks in sync with the stir of his amusement.
Her widened eyes had closed into a half-lidded gaze full of lust and mischief now and though her arms still lay in their original place of landing she seemed far more relaxed, any lingering trace of surprise at their sudden shift was no longer evident on her face or in her body language. Her back was slightly arched from the mattress beneath them as her hips slowly rubbed herself on his cock, her thighs clenching and releasing as she moved her body fluidly against him, and through her lip-biting her could see the grin lurking on her blood-stained mouth. Alucard couldn't help but drink in every beautiful inch of her.
He lowered himself down onto her further by resting his weight down onto his elbows and letting his hands wrap themselves slowly like a snake encircling its prey around her wrists, dragging her hands up above her head further until he was pinning the backs of her palms to the cold wood of the headboard. A low, pleased growl reverberated from Alucard's chest as he took in the sight of her being entirely stretched out before him, her pale body shaking from tortured anticipation.
The No-Life King's gaze wandered downward once again as they lay together like this, only this time the gory sight before him made his cock throb with unadulterated excitement. Seras's blood had been smeared all over them both, the bright vermilion practically dripping from his shaft, and there were generous pools of it staining the sheet below them. He'd definitely done some serious internal damage by the looks of it, and something within him just broke as he couldn't help but let out a euphoric groan.
This wasn't like the night he'd taken her virginity, and he'd never made her bleed so much before because he hadn't thought she'd survive it. Even last night, somewhere, some part of him knew not to push his boundary with her too much.
But as he lay there above her, admiring how balanced the atmosphere felt between them for once, he knew there was no boundary in his way now.
He could fuck her like he meant to kill her and not worry about that intent actually becoming a fulfilled prophecy.
"I think you're right, Princess," he muttered as he bent to brush his nose to hers once again, "seems like I'm spoiling you with this."
And with that, he captured her grinning mouth into a deep kiss, biting down savagely onto her lip as he, with little warning, pulled his hips back until the head of his cock fell against her drenched fuckhole and shoved himself forward with all his might, his thick member spearing through her for the final time.
Her back arched instinctively, pulling her mouth from his as suddenly as it had came, his teeth tearing through the skin he'd bitten down on but that didn't phase her half as much as what happened after.
He wasn't quite sure if it was a moan or a trembling sob that left Seras's mouth as he buried himself deep within her again, forcing himself in to the hilt until he could go no further, her cervix splitting wide open around him once more as he penetrated her womb, feeling very little resistance from her semi-healed muscles though he knew they must have been screaming out with frustration.
However he didn't make the same mistake again of just resting himself within her, no, this time his hips began a mercilessly hard yet slow pace against her, making sure she felt every bit of his monstrous size push its way inside of her. His bulging cock tore through her with ease and he bent himself lower to growl in her ear, feeling her flesh prickle as his lips ghosted themselves against her lobe. His growl eased into a taunting laugh before his teeth then bit down, another moan leaving Seras's lips in a gasp, her body shivering as he suckled lightly at the trapped skin of her ear between his teeth. He released it not long after, and then began a rough trail of bites and licks down her jaw and onto her neck until he'd reached just above her collarbone.
He slowly drew his tongue across her exposed flesh, the silvery tint of all his prior marks just begging to be coloured in rouge, the slight taste of the salt in her sweat filling his mouth. He breathed in a deep inhale of her scent, the wild throbbing of her pulse beneath his tongue pulling him closer and closer to the edge of the realm of his beast's dwelling, and though he tried to fight against the instinctual pull, the ache in his teeth began to dance in sync with her heartbeat.
And before he even realised he was doing it, Alucard's needle-sharp fangs were ripping into Seras' delicate skin and tearing deep wounds into her throat. The sudden gush of his fledgling's blood into his mouth nearly made him cum then and there. The dark thrill of his power undertoning the usually sweet, light taste her lifeblood usually had and it was nearly enough to send him over the edge. The moan she released went mostly unheard by him if only for the fact he could feel it vibrate in his mouth as began to drink from her. Her body violently shivered once as it began to give itself to the sensual, mesmerizing pull of the bite, her muscles relaxing one by one and her unpinned hand came up to tangle her fingers in his hair.
She held him so lovingly, the urgency behind her knotting fingers not misplaced for lust in that moment, and he couldn't help but retract his teeth from the deep holes he'd made in her slightly, realising with a flinch of guilt just how brutally far he'd sank them into her.
"No, Master, please," she said, pulling her pinned wrist from his grip with ease that should have shocked him more but he found himself otherwise engaged as she used it to hold his head in place firmly with the one she'd already tangled in his long locks, shoving him back into the pit-like wounds he'd created with a suddenness he couldn't have braced himself for. The surprise caused his thrusting to pause momentarily, but Seras was quick to cling to him and desperately push her surely aching hips back against his, her pussy wrapping around him and squeezing. He couldn't help but groan against her throat, giving in to her thighs once again and continuing his fucking of her.
"Please, don't stop. Take more, I need you to take more."
Oh?
He stretched his lips into a blood-chilling smile against her throat. His reply was silent but sudden.
Yeah? Then beg more.
Alucard hadn't often made use of the psychic link their blood-tie made possible. He hadn't because he hadn't felt the need to do so yet. He'd pondered opening up this way of connection to her before, but only briefly, and then had often found the many benefits surrounding the option of keeping it hidden from her. Leaving it dormant within her was a way for him to completely cut all ties as far as she'd be concerned – though he would be well attuned to its presence and if needed to, could tap into it enough to see that she was still living at least while leaving it undetected within herself – and if she'd wanted to leave him, he was still able to give her that option.
But that was no longer the case. In speaking to her through their link, it was lighting up the connection between them for her, her fledgling telepathic ability wakening to its Master's beckon.
She'd see the bloodied ribbon tied between them, feel the pull of it when he commanded, sense his emotion and intent through its bind around her heart. She would finally understand what their relationship was intended to be in the ways that he could never verbally explain. And especially now, as they shared blood, his fangs buried in her as intimately as his cock, he knew she'd be able to see and feel this connection to him with much more clarity than he was necessarily ready for. Regardless of if he was ready or not, however, he'd already done it.
Alucard was careful so as not to swallow another mouthful then, pushing his tongue around the jagged edges of the bleeding flesh in his mouth so as to lessen the flow of blood, but also ensured so as not to disrupt the pounding of his painfully hard cock into his little Draculina's pulsating hole, its tight confines now stretched until it was tearing at the edges. Though the lingering drops on his tongue pleaded with him to continue his feast, Alucard's desire to hear her beg outweighed his thirst. Because he knew she was indeed very correct – she never expected to win.
She'd beg, one way or another.
He knew that she wouldn't be able to withstand him fucking her like this for much longer, and the quick impulse to make this an even faster decision for her befell Alucard as he took one large, strong hand and gripped her jaw and neck, forcefully tilting her head back further and stretching her torn skin around his teeth slightly. Seras moaned as he bit down harder into her flesh, but the moan quickly crumbled away into a displeasured whine as he continued to block her flow of blood with his tongue.
I said beg.
"Fucking dammit, please, Master! Please, keep drinking," she eventually pleaded, her voice growing more pained with every stubbornly spoken word.
A-ha.
His lips couldn't help but stretch into a smug grin against her blood-stained flesh as her pleas fell on his ears like a soul-wrenching melody to a music enthusiast. He knew that it must have killed her to say it, but he could tell by the way she was grinding her hips back against his at every beat of his rhythm that she was intent on cumming with the arousing sensation of her blood being drawn from her veins into his mouth filling her to the brim as his cock did with each stroke. And he didn't see any reason to deprive her of that need at all.
Good girl.
Just as he was about to relax his tongue away from his her skin and allow her wounds to resume their rush of her sweet, hot blood into his mouth, the dangerous thought that she'd look a lot better with the marks of his fangs lower on her body stampeded its way forward in his mind. And it was such a tempting thought, too.
And so without much contemplation, Alucard released her from his bite on her throat, his tongue quickly lapping at the oozing holes, only to drag his wet tongue down over her collarbone and further along her chest, leaving a defined trail of blood over her pale flesh. He glanced up to find her watching him with genuine curiosity – if not with a little disdain for removing his mouth – as he trailed his tongue to the top of her left breast, his lips pursing against her soft skin in a kiss.
Her look of scorn melted away quickly as she realised his intent and she smiled gently at him as he kissed her before her teeth clamped her lower lip in excited anticipation, and he couldn't help but return her smile with matched elation.
He didn't look away from her when he bit down into her this time.
His Draculina's head fell back but not before he got to witness the sweet sight of her eyes rolling back into her head with ecstasy first. She let out a breathy moan of relief as his teeth sank into the soft skin of her breast, just above her nipple and she wriggled herself against him gleefully. The spurt of her blood into his mouth made him growl excitedly in response, lowering his body lower against hers as he kept fucking her hard, his skin slapping against hers with a fierceness to it that'd definitely leave bruising behind.
Her back arched as she pushed her hips back against his with every stroke, her hands snaking their way to his shoulders to grip him as they each pushed each other closer to the finish line and he groaned against her as her nails ripped their way into his skin again.
The primal nature of how they held each other was almost too surreal for him to believe. She was matching the pace of his thrusts, her cunt around him stroking him closer and closer to the only kind of Heaven he'd ever taste, and though he loved to see her wither in pain, he was overwhelmed with desire for this blooming, confident, sensual Seras. This version of his girl that could see his lust and feed it with her own, her eyes now coming to find his once again with a wide smile on her lips, her glinting red eyes and sharp fangs making her more gorgeous than he ever could have imagined.
And he was simply in awe of her.
His lips pulled away from his buried teeth in a smile back at her, his hand that had been gripping her jaw coming to hold her neck.
He pulled in a long mouthful of blood while being careful not to swallow it, and as he pulled his fangs from the holes in her flesh he tried not to spill much. With that hand on her neck, he pulled her to him as he rose to meet her before he kissed her.
She instinctively opened her mouth at his gentle pry and as soon as she had, Alucard released the mouthful of blood he'd taken from her into her mouth. His cock twitched eagerly as she choked on it, not expecting the sudden rush of liquid, and he couldn't help but tighten his hand around her neck. Alucard waited patiently for her to swallow before he pulled his lips from hers once again, intent on watching her with full attention as he started pushing on the jugular that was pulsing fiercely in the side of her throat. Their tongues met wildly as she swallowed the mouthful of blood eagerly, her hands moving themselves from their shoulders
Her feeble sounds of effort through their kisses just made his cock throb more, and it encouraged his pelvis to quicken the pace he fucked her at, his girth pushing through her torn cervix over and over until he could feel his orgasm lingering just a few strokes away.
He pulled his lips from hers just to watch her as he felt the build up of pleasure making its final ascent.
Their eyes met again and there was a frenzied spark of passion between them as their gazes locked. But as Alucard further inspected his blushing bride's face, he noticed the red in her cheeks was starting to spread all over. The pressure he'd applied to the side of her neck was beginning to take hold as a dizzied, far-away look started to fester more noticeably in her eyes and though he could see she was desperately trying to fight the blood being cut-off to her brain, the visible confusion building within her was waving at him like a red flag.
He recognised this look, this uncertainty of his actions.
No!
His hand loosened as soon as the thought screamed itself in his mind, his fingers falling limp from her neck. He'd gotten carried away, had started to get too lost in how much he loved the way she looked when she was panicked.
Why are you being so fucking careless now? Pathetic.
Before he had a moment to even think about the slicing but definitely deserved insult his own brain had thrown at him, he was dumbfounded as Seras suddenly grabbed onto his wrist and pushed the pressure of his hand back against her throat, her contorted brow less one of panic but more one of pleasure; it was enforced further by the fact her blood-stained mouth was open in an exhilarated smile, her young fangs gleaming in the low, silver moonlight.
He simply blinked, momentarily stunned.
Seras not too long ago would have spluttered and coughed at the first chance of breath, but not now. Now she writhed beneath him, full to the brim with emotion and lust, her eyes saying things to him her mouth would never need to. He pulled her closer against him as he kept thrusting his painfully hard cock deep inside of her, his breathing littered with more grunts as he kept increasing the intensity. She moaned out his name then and Alucard couldn't help but groan in response and without a second of hesitance he was tensing his fingers back around her throat, pressing harder than he had previously.
The immediate delight on her face overwhelmed him with an emotion he could only liken to pride. Though he had made peace with the idea he wouldn't necessarily be able to do things like that to her anymore, the fact that he'd not only done it but that she'd also pushed his hand back when his certainty had faltered, he couldn't deny she'd come so far from the small, scared girl she'd been when they'd first met.
The strangled whine of pleasure his Draculina uttered as he continued pressing on the vein in her neck called to his Beast, hollered for it in fact, and it came bounding forward from its cover in the shadows. Held only by the chain wrapped around its throat, it roared from within him while viciously fighting against the leash it had been put on, and Alucard was nearly sure he let that roar out of his own mouth as he viciously fucked her, using the hand around her neck to manipulate her counter thrusts against him.
Her hands around his wrist tightened as her moans got louder but more strained.
This was it. She was about to cum.
Her insides were embracing him despite his maltreatment of them, gripping his cock firmly each time he split her hips apart with his throbbing size, and as he could hear the urgency in her moans increase, she got wetter and wetter. Their bodies moved together fluidly as he pounded himself against the insides of her fleshy thighs over and over, his gaze flickering down momentarily to watch as he effortlessly glided into her with every thrust.
Everything about it, the blood, the smell of it, her arousal all over him, the bruises from the night prior on them both and the new ones forming on her, it was all driving him further into the lustful frenzy that had completely taken hold of his mind and body. He tore his gaze back to Seras's face and pulled her to him by the neck, kissing her swiftly as soon as he was close enough.
She moaned into his mouth and the ache in his cock suddenly twinged, making him aware of how close he was.
"You can stop holding it," he said, his voice low as he pulled his lips from hers, stretching his hand out to encompass her jaw and hold her head in place firmly while he stared into her bloodied eyes, "cum for me, sweetheart."
He reveled in the pure pleasure he felt as he watched her eyes roll back into her head for the final time. As her back arched, his cock plunged deep inside of her pussy as she quivered around him, her orgasm pulsing through them both. Her half-scream, half-moan proved to be what finally pushed him over the edge as he came hard inside of her, filling her womb to the brim with his hot seed, a deep growl rumbling through his chest.
As his cum pumped into her, his whole body twitched and stiffened, the pleasure beneath his skin demanding he stay still as their bodies acted of their own volition; she writhed against him, helpless to stop the tremors of ecstasy wreaking havoc on her body as he held himself above her, every muscle in his body strained as his orgasm shook him to his core. He was practically vibrating with pleasure, his jaw fiercely clenched as he tried to withhold the gentle grunts that rose in his throat as her walls around him tightened and released, her legs twitching around him in sync.
As they lay there together panting in each others arms, Seras's eyes finally opened again and found his, and as they met it stole the remaining breath from his lungs. She was flushed, her eyes half-lidded still and glowing red beneath her blackened lashes, her pink lips pulled into a smile that invoked a strange warmth in his heart.
Silence befell them as the intensity of their orgasm died away, but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. They were just with each other, and their eyes said everything their mouths didn't need to. Alucard brought a hand to her reddened cheek, gently stroking the soft skin of her face beneath his thumb once again. She leaned into his touch and fluttered her eyes closed, nuzzling into his hand.
"You know I love you, too, Master." She finally said quietly into the silence around them. She opened her eyes then, smiling softly at him. "And it's terrifying to admit. But I do."
His heart shuddered weakly in his chest as her words resonated deeply with his own fears, and he simply held her closer, brushing his nose against hers as he cupped her cheek.
"I know, my love. I know."
Alucard pulled himself entirely from her then, evoking a sudden gasping moan from Seras, and flopped down onto his side, pulling his Draculina into his arms to clutch her against his chest. She wrapped herself around him instantly, her arms twining themselves around his neck as she curled herself up in his embrace. Though she was still so small, the fact only enforced by how little space she took up in the bed beside him, she no longer felt frail, like he'd shatter her ribcage if he held her a little too tightly. The silence stretched between them again as they lay looking at each other, their breathing synced up perfectly.
She broke the silence once again only to sigh happily against him as she began to doze off.
Though he could feel the pull of sleep too, he lay awake to watch her for a while longer, listening as her breathing deepened and felt as her body became more and more limp against him. Her face, though still flushed, looked so peaceful. Enjoy that peace, my sweet girl, he thought with a pang of what he could only assume was dread, for the peace they both felt now was only a fleeting moment in their soon to be chaos-filled lives. Their future together was going to be full of nothing but trial after trial, and there would be so much bloodshed. This peace that they felt now was indeed going to be short-lived.
"Sweet dreams, my Draculina," he murmured as he pressed a soft kiss against her forehead. He was nearly sure a smile spread across her lips for a moment, but it was gone as soon as it came. Still, the momentary flash of it was enough to ease Alucard into a somewhat relaxed state of mind as the grip of sleep came to take him.
"You too, Master," she breathed dreamily against him, sounding mostly asleep, before she cuddled into his chest further as they both fell into a dreamless, peaceful slumber.
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If you made it to the end, thank you for reading! I'm aware it's pretty long, but it has been a long time. I felt like I needed to make it up to ye somehow. Anyway, don't be afraid to tell me your criticisms if you have any and again, thanks for stopping by!
