Immoral Attraction.
Characters: Seras. V/Alucard VT.
Genres: Drama, Humor, Horror, Misery.
Rating: M For some naughtiness.
Setting: Somewhere in fucking London.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Hellsing.
Notes: Do not read this if you have a weak stomach or don't like Dubcon (little to no consent and forced lemon situations). This is just something made for fun and, as you can tell, deviates majorly from the original storyline!
Chapter 6: Metamorphosis.
Alucard's temperance for teasing game evaporated, and his alter ego, The Count, manifested. The Count buried his teeth as deep as he tore through more tender flesh, savoring his victim's screams of agony.
Seras gazed helplessly at the mirror across from the bed, and in it, she saw only herself suspended in the air as the vampire feasted on her. She wailed frantically, begging him to stop, but the cruel beast had other intentions.
He pulled his teeth from the damaged flesh and promptly licked the weeping wounds with a heavy groan. He sucked greedily at the bright fluid before pulling away to face his victim once more.
"You favor that woman who betrayed me centuries ago! She had snowy skin and soft, curly golden hair, just like you. Though her body wasn't as alluring as this one."
His hand moved between them, hunting for the center of her thighs. A strangled cry left Seras' lips as The Count toyed mercilessly with her swollen pearl once more, forcing his enemy to climax tearfully.
"No! Alucard! I beg of you, please stop this!"
"Nu-l căuta pe acel sclav nenorocit! Singurul aici este întunericul! Regele infernal al coşmarurilor! Vlad Dracul!"
Don't look for that wretched slave! The only thing here is darkness! The Infernal King of Nightmares! Vlad the Devil!
"Whatever you are, devil, darkness, nightmare! Please, cease this torture! Oh God, allow me mercy!"
Suddenly, Seras experienced an overwhelming mix of pain and pleasure as the Count's mouth returned to her neck. The Count enjoyed it as he broke her body, making her experience rapture and agony over and over again.
"Tell me, do you share her blood? The taste is similar, but your life essence is superior. She was already a bride when I discovered her. You, however, are perfect and unspoiled! Why did you abandon me, Mina?!"
The situation quickly became a torturous investigation as The Count questioned her heavily. Seras found it difficult to understand him through the delirium. She had no idea who this woman he was confusing her for was.
"My name isn't Mina! I didn't do the things you're accusing me of doing! I swear, please just let me go!"
The Count snarled viciously, his nails biting into the soft flesh of her thigh. Seras whimpered pitifully, hollering for mercy.
"I know the color of this soul inside you! You don't remember because you are a reincarnation! Mina, don't think I'll allow that worthless real estate solicitor to have you, for you belong to me in this life! I'll make you pay for your treachery all those centuries ago!"
It felt like eons to Seras as her strength and hope left her. The room at present felt distant, and her hoarse cries sounded muffled, yet the level of anxiety she felt remained the same.
Then, she knew the face of the darkness she fought so desperately against had a face and name. All the anger and emptiness in his burning eyes frightened her. His tongue and fingers spared no orifice, exploring every part of her.
Deep in Seras' mind, this menacing devil quickly swallowed any illusion of salvation she had. The nightmare of her mother's demise went through her mind repeatedly. Here and now, in her own home, history was repeating itself as the wretch defiled her body.
Finally, when the third hour of torture came to an end and the last thread of her sanity snapped, the vampire's shadows released her body, and she fell to the bed.
Seras' head lolled against her pillow, and she remained in that position, having blacked out from exhaustion. Every inch of her body was bloody, bitten and bruised.
"This is the most beautiful form you've had yet. You are worthy of receiving the gift of eternity, of this horrid love I've harbored for centuries. Don't resist, my dearest."
Alucard, however, wasn't satisfied yet, and he descended to the bed, laying on top of his victim. He reached down to his pants and freed his throbbing cock hurriedly. Using the vaginal fluids on his hand, he began to stroke himself, groaning heavily.
He panted loudly over his beautiful prey, enjoying the view of her flushed, naked body, tongued by a purplish blue afterglow of agony. He never felt such a primal urge to mark a woman as he did for this one. He groaned out in ecstasy as his orgasm overcame him.
His hand pumped his aching flesh one last time; pleasure soared through his entire being. Thick fluids sprayed across the pale expanse of Seras' belly. The devil's seed splattered across her damaged flesh, painting his wounded canvas most poetically.
The vampire panted heavily; he glanced down at her lean, parted thighs and viewed the swollen red flesh there. Instantly, he felt the desire to shove himself inside of her and rip away the last shred of innocence she possessed.
The other half of his soul, Alucard, his morality, discouraged the beast from taking this woman the way they had done to others. The Count laughed cruelly as he disregarded the warnings, knowing that not even God could stop this beloved union.
"It doesn't matter what he renames you in these lives, Elisabeta, Mina, Seras. Long have I been captivated by endless dreams of you, and tonight is the night I finally claim you for myself."
The Count was not sympathetic as he spread the unconscious Seras' legs open, admiring her red, raw, weeping flower. It had been approximately 70,3050 days since his cock had known the squeeze of a woman, and the thought had him seething.
Once the king of ecstasy, who had a bedroom full of writhing flesh, the great Count was now humanity's toy. He loathed the vow of celibacy and servitude his shell had forced them to endure. With his mind made up, The Count wrapped the little saint's long legs around his hips. He leaned forward, bracing himself above the sleeping vixen.
"Little Jezebel, I'm going to spill my seed deep inside your holy womb. I will defile you in such terrible ways; not even the devil himself will want you!"
Upon feeling his member make contact with her warm, wet folds, he tipped his hips forward with a groan. Her pussy felt like the sun as it embraced him, burning him sweetly.
Though the priestess was unconscious, she felt the foreign pressure in her aching lower body and whimpered uncomfortably. The Count watched his squirming little mouse with amusement and wondered how she would react if awakened.
The broad tip of the vampire's forbidden flesh began to push deeper into the holy woman's extremely tight entrance, threatening to break through and tear her delicate hymen. However, a strong voice in his mind gave him pause.
You've got nothing left now, Count! Miserable No-Life King! Everything you had is now gone!
"Van Helsing!" Alucard screamed; the memory of the wooden stake impaling his heart flashed through his mind. He blinked tearfully in the low-lit bedroom, startled to his entire core at the haunting remembrance of Abraham's voice.
Fear instantly replaced pleasure, and the area above his heart throbbed. He slapped his hand over the aching spot in his chest, gasping out in pain.
The vampire felt a warm sensation sliding down his cheek. A scarlet tear fell from his chin and splashed across Seras's slumbering face.
The nightmarish alter ego cowered in darkness, and Alucard returned to the forefront. The chains of his morality came rattling back with a vengeance, restraining The Count and forcing him back into his mental imprisonment.
The vampire glanced down at the unconscious beauty he was attempting to defile—nearly two hundred years of sexual reclusion all thrown away in an instant. The haunting memories of the women he tortured and their cries brought him disgust.
Alucard reached out, caressing her cheek sympathetically, feeling his desperation and loneliness howling deep inside him. All he wanted was her love, knowing that how he planned to steal her soul and heart was immoral.
"Never have I wanted another more than I desire you, Seras. I won't make the same mistake thrice. I'll wait until you come to me of your own volition." He swore as he kissed her soft lips once more.
His scarlet eyes fell to her bloodied neck, and his chest swelled with shame. The careless wounds he inflicted were deeper this time, and the scars they left behind wouldn't fade on their own.
He leaned down and used his tongue to clean the areas. The blood faded from Seras's skin with each swipe, and his potent saliva slowly began to mend her broken skin.
Alucard waved his hand over the woman's body, healing the rest of her damaged flesh in an instant. The Cromwell Invocation tattoo on his hand glowed bright red as he pressed his palm to her brow.
"Recall this night as only a nightmare, nothing more," The vampire commanded in a shaking voice.
He moved to kiss her perfect pink lips but drew back as if she would wake up and scream at him. Though he had altered her memories and removed the wounds, the guilt of the assault was something he couldn't erase.
After carefully inspecting her body, Alucard pulled away, satisfied with the damage reduction. He glanced down, and the silver cross necklace that appeared in his hand sparkled mystically. He brushed back Seras' feather-golden locks and returned the glittering keepsake to her neck.
"I return what I stole from you, Little Magdalena," he said softly, stroking her neck affectionately. However, his eyes wandered to the torn panties lying off the side.
He shamefully pocketed them before exiting the bed. He used his shadows to clean the woman's belly and replaced the covers over her.
"This black heart of mine felt nothing for centuries, until you and I crossed paths tonight. The pain each time I lost you never left me and I've carried it with me all this time, until now. Hurry, Seras, hurry and give your heart to me or else the devil in me will hunt you down and devour you."
With one last longing glance at his precious enemy, the vampire turned away and faded into the shadows. Seras Victoria of the Vatican slept soundly, blissfully unaware of how close she came to being utterly ruined by that devil.
End.
Witch's Corner: Hey y'all, Witch here! I hope you enjoyed this chapter! If you didn't, thanks for reading it anyway. More coming soon! R and R, if you wish, thanks!