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Alucard
I try to feel to your body, but you are far away from me, eating, and drinking. Indulging in the most basic of human needs. You seem to enjoy your meal, and not in me. I watch you, quietly, waiting for you to be done, but I like the way you eat. Chewing and swallowing, I feel jealous. I wish I could join you, in your pleasure. I suppose eating dirt doesn't sound so bad, as long as I was in your presence. I approach the dining table. You look from your meal.
"Can I help you?" You ask, not exactly annoyed, but not exactly happy either.
"Yes, you can." I grin, crossing my arms, leaning to one side.
"Then what do you want?" You ask.
"Can I sit with you?" I ask.
You sit in thought for a moment, then you smile. "Sure." Then you go back to eating your meal. You take a sip of wine, then sit back down, closer to the plate. I take a sip of it too, you don't say anything.
"So, how has your day been?" I ask.
You pause, as if you don't hear me, before answering me. "It's been fine." You say in a small voice. You seem to shrink up. I lean over, you seem to back away further. I lean back up.
"What is wrong?" I ask, annoyed.
"Nothing, i'm just not in the mood." You snarl in a small voice.
"For kissing?" I ask.
"I don't want to kiss right now." You say, crossing your legs. "Now, let me eat in peace, you can stay with me if you so wish, but please, don't kiss me."
Confusion sets in. What did I do?
"Master, what did I do?" I ask. Your brow furrows. And you look up from your plate.
"Nothing, Just," You struggle to find words, your eyes dotting back and forth. "I don't know, I feel strange when i'm around you." You admit. I lean back, a little surprised.
"What?" I mouth.
"You heard me," You snear. I blink.
"You are being quite unpleasant, Integra." I say.
"You're making me unpleasant, Now, leave." Your voice still small.
"Master." I pled.
"Leave!" Your voice booms, your fist hits the table. I jump, and vanish.
I watch later, my chest, filled with animosity from earlier, and confusion. I go to your bedroom, and wait for you. A chair by your bed, my legs crossed, you come into room, and jump at the sight of me, you hold your head to your chest, panting.
"Jesus christ! Alucard!" You exclaim, your eyes wide.
"I'm sorry, Integra." I state calmly. I clasp my hands together.
"What is it Alucard?" You ask, undressing, but not fully, you sit on your bed. I don't move.
"I want your attraction, Integra, I crave it." I admit, the words rolling off my tongue like a steady drum.
"Well, that's that too bad." You smirk. "If earlier wasn't any indication, I don't want you tonight." You get underneath your covers. "Now, leave."
I growl underneath my breath, I stand up, and with a blink of an eye, I am holding you by your wrists. You blink, eyes wide, you pant.
"You know, you can't have it." your narrows, and I see a slight smirk curl the edges of your lips.
"If you won't allow it, then i'll take it." I threaten, but I would never do that. You're legs wrap around my waist. I feel the heat from your loins, heating mine. I clench my jaw. My eyes flutter.
"You won't." You slowly grind against me. I gasp.
"Just say it, my countess, say it, and i'll give it to you."
Your tiny smirk, turns into a big grin.
"Please don't make me beg." I plead.
"Then don't act like a dog."
I growl, and tear off your shirt, exposing your breasts. You gasp, but you're still grinding, and grinning. Your constant emotion switching is giving me vertigo, your decision give me great confusion, but I don't mind.
"Dog. You're a filthily dog, begging for table scraps." Your grip tightens around my waist, and feel you heat beating against me.
"If I am dog, then treat me as such, send me away from the table, Integra, tell me to go away," I lean down, my lips barely touching the edge of your ear. "Put me in my cage." I nip at your ear. I feel you shiver beneath me. "
"If I put you in your cage, how are you going to please me?"
I kiss your neck, up and down, You shiver, tightening your grip around me, oh god. I kiss your lips. I hear a soft whine coming from your mouth. You arms wrap around my neck.
"What a prize." You say, whispering my ear.