The Seldom Seen
AN: WARNING: This chapter is a little bit... naughty. I think the end might possibly qualify as a "lime". Maybe.
Despite the silly title, this actually isn't a humor chapter. So for those of you wanting a bit more hanky panky, this is getting close. XD
11: "Fruitpire"
Seras canted her head to one side, sitting at her table, and staring at an orange she'd grabbed from the kitchen earlier. An impulsive move, but she remembered that her Master drank wine… And wine was made from grapes, and grapes are fruit. So… Maybe..?
"What are you doing, Police Girl?" A deep voice crooned in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Jumping slightly, she half turned her head to look into her Master's eyes – not covered by their usual yellow tinted glasses – "I was wondering if I could drink orange juice, since you drink wine, Master." She answered, straight to the point.
He grinned, unholy glee bringing the flickering golden swirls in his gaze to stark relief against the duller mahogany of his irises. "Did you now?" Snatching the orange up, he strolled casually to the other side of the table and sprawled indolently across her spare chair. The male looked the sphere over carefully before casually beginning to peel the tough skin away from the fruit inside.
Seras fidgeted, hands clasping under the table as she watched him somewhat warily. "Master..?"
"Blood is the currency of the soul… and juice is the blood of fruit. It won't increase your strength or even help with your healing, but it is quite… intoxicating." He answered, inhaling deeply in his pause between the last word. Her Master split the orange neatly down the middle and retrieved a single slice, holding it delicately between two fingers. This he extended across the table in offering to her, a strange look in his eyes. Seras' head tilted the other direction, before she hesitantly leaned forward, lips parting to show her dainty fangs. Flicking her gaze at his face, she shivered, and very gently bit into the proffered section, eyes rolling back into her head at the taste of the juice on her tongue. "Yessss… But only the juice, Seras."
Moaning, she sucked desperately at the flesh between her teeth, draining it to a dry husk within seconds. Alucard chuckled, and tugged the desiccated fruit from her mouth, swiping his thumb along her lower lip and bringing it to his own to lick the gathered droplet from his glove. Seras mewled and a flush spread across her cheeks, eyes glazed; she wanted more.
"Come to me, Seras." Alucard purred, and she obeyed; stumbling to her feet like a drunkard she made her way around the table and crawled into his lap, staring intently at the remaining pieces of orange. "Good girl." He murmured, one hand settling possessively on her hip while the other deftly retrieved another section to raise temptingly to her lips. She shivered and dragged her tongue around the outside of the slice, circling it slowly and brushing the tips of her Master's fingers – the stark contrast between fruit and glove nearly jarred her out of her daze – before leaning forward and capturing half of it in her mouth, fangs driving into the skin to drain the glorious nectar from within. God… It was sweet, and tangy, and filled her belly in ways that blood never could, and, and, and… Squirming helplessly in her Master's lap as the ambrosia brought heat to her limbs and fogged her mind, she released the dry flesh with a pop and whined low in her throat for another.
She felt him shiver beneath her, his hot breath caressing the back of her neck as his hand pulled her backside flush against his taut abdomen. He nuzzled her neck and she gasped, arching at the explosion of pleasure across her nerves. She could feel his smirk against her throat and it made her stomach clench with desire.
"Mmm, Seras… Remind me to try this with strawberries next time." The vibration of his voice across her skin made goosebumps ripple down her arms and she groaned wordlessly in approval.
Instead of a single slice like before, Alucard lifted the remaining half of the orange he'd been feeding her to her lips and brushed it along her lips teasingly. Striking fast as a cobra, she captured the curve of the fruit between her teeth, biting deeply to release a torrent of sticky juice into her greedy mouth. At the same time, she felt a sharp pain in her throat that faded swiftly to even more glorious pleasure. Oh god…
Writhing, lost in the grip of too much stimulation at once, she sucked desperately at the smooth, warm flesh held to her lips, feeling the draw on her blood match her feeding on the fruit. She felt his hand slide her gently across his lap to straddle one thigh and she bucked wantonly at the pressure between her legs. The hand pressed down on her hip, rocking her back and forth and white heat burst behind her eyes. Trembling, hands flying to the table to anchor herself to something, the blonde girl felt like panting, though her mouth was otherwise occupied with the remainders of the shriveling orange. 'Yesss…'
The feedback of his pleasure over her pleasure in her mind was all it took to send her flying over the edge, keening and spasming against his larger frame. The exsanguinated orange fell from her slack mouth and she whimpered lowly as her Sire's fangs drew from her flesh and his tongue swept over the mark, sealing it. His smugness oozed over her thoughts thickly, and she wanted to feel annoyed, but her hazy brain just wanted to sleep. She was limp as a ragdoll against his chest, lids fluttering shut, and head lolling back almost painfully towards the support of his shoulder.
Alucard growled lowly in satisfaction as he gathered his limp Childe up and carried her to her bed, settling her nicely across the mattress and even tossing a blanket over her before pressing the button to lower her bed into the protection of darkness, "Good night, my little fruitpire." He mocked lightly, a perverse humor in his words, "We'll discuss this further another time." And with that the four poster coffin settled neatly into place, sealing her off from the world until the next rising of the moon.
Alucard grinned smugly to himself as he sunk his own hungry fangs into the untouched half of the orange, sucking it dry with a pleased hum. Disposing of the leftovers with a flick of his wrist, the ancient vampire spared one last glance at the Police Girl's bed-lid and shivered, "So innocent and corruptible…Ah, Seras."