London burns. Waves of ghouls spill forth, freed, overwhelming in numbers like floodwaters rising. She slices into a nearby ghoul with her saber, neck and chest are saturated as a stream of blood spurts from the wound. A second corpse she beheads, while arterial sprays of bullets beat out an arrhythmic ballad. She is pulled into a familiar current, bloodied, red and unbound as she.
He kneels.
"Rise."
Lips capture hers in a bruising kiss. She is pressed between the wall and his body, back ground into the masonry. Razor teeth rest on her thin throat. She wraps her long legs around his torso, sword discarded, hands tearing into black locks. Her face is bliss.
She feels the smile, a flutter of a kiss on her throat. He pulls away, she opens her eyes. Shocked, she drops her legs to the ground and shoves at the shoulders of the man pinning her to the wall. He is immobile, stone, and all too eager to see her. The creature locking eyes with Integra is not her beloved, but a gleeful Michard Schrute.
"My Integra, you are simply enchanting like this," he gestures to her blood-soaked blouse. He leans in, inhales her, kissing her neck with his thick and spittle-coated lips.
Her own body goes rigid as she feels his slimy mouth on bare skin. She is disgusted as her own nerves and flesh betray her, shivering in response to his touch. His fat little fingers grasp at her bloody shirt, yanking the fabric, pulling it taught across her body until its buttons burst. She can only stare in horror as her arms are rendered inert, her body stone. He pinches her nipple through the fabric of her crimson-soaked cotton bra. As he rolls it between his fingers it hardens in response. "That's my girl," he sputters. Integra groans in disgust, willing her body to move, to fight back, but it is unable. She watches him pull the cotton down, exposing her small breast to the cold air. Integra shakes as he pulls the nipple into his wet mouth. He suckles her, nipping at the erect flesh with his nubby teeth. She bites back a different kind of moan.
Yanking the garment down, clawing at her ribs, he places another hand between her legs and rubs against the warm waiting flesh. He lowers his blood covered tongue to suckle each breast, as a nursing piglet would, trailing his filth between them, pinning her against the wall with his girth. Her body is paralyzed but to respond in pleasure. She presses her pussy into his cupped palm, rubbing against his hand. Her honeyed voice cries out in disgust and pleasure as she rides his fingers.
She sneers, transfixed as he produces his short, fat pecker; stroking it just out of her reach. Kneeling in dirt and broken glass she pulls his plump waiting morsel into her mouth. She gags as a wave of pleasure courses through her body. Michard grabs her head and forces her into a rhythm matched by the sound of gunfire in the distance.
She inhales London burning astride Schrute's cock. She is disappointed in how it fails to fill her engorged flesh completely, and grinds herself into his corpulent body. As she rides him, screams of her fallen men fall on deaf ears. Up, down, in, and out, Integra fucks him until her world turns red.
"The legendary Integra Hellsing!" He gurgles a laugh as her throbbing cunt bursts forth in a painful flame.
She wakes to the sound of her own gasp, and the tang of her wet climax. The chambers loom before her, gray and foreign. Breathing heavily, she grabs for her glasses on the nightstand. They reveal a clear, dark room. She exhales, relieved.
She knows all too well there are plenty of individuals, dead or otherwise, who would love to see the iron maiden reduced to such base emotion. She grabs her robe and heads for her bath.
"Then we're in agreement. " Walter pauses on the receiver, eyes lifted to Sir Integra's.
"Most assuredly," he grasps the telephone in gloved hands, drumming his free fingers on the marble-topped end table in front of him.
"Good day," Walter ends the call.
"Well?" Integra inquires, legs crossed in her desk chair.
"They agreed to meeting tomorrow, 10 PM, at the Sofitel London. They'll be sending over all pertinent details this afternoon."
"Why the cover?"
"One can assume that until we agree to terms of service, their base of operations will be protected in anonymity. Also, Mr. Schrute was very adamant about including Alucard and Miss Victoria."
Integra frowns. "Is the threat that dire? I'd prefer not to expose them at this early juncture. We have perfectly acceptable soldiers of the Wild Geese."
"My understanding of the situation is that the vampires will be protecting something of special interest covertly, the Wild Geese's sheer numbers may not be the best option. Furthermore, one or two Geese are no match for Alucard or Seras, even if she hasn't drunk human blood."
"Hmm. I don't relish revealing all of Hellsing's cards at such an early stage in the game. But considering the current lack of options we may find the private sector a welcome distraction."
Walter nods. "My feeling is that this distraction will be short-lived. Perhaps it will be just enough to entertain Alucard between Hellsing's regular duties."
Integra smirks. "That is a happy thought indeed." She stands. "Let's prepare then."