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Category:
Hellsing › AU - Alternate Universe
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
13,093
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Hellsing nor make any money from these stories. Unfortunately.
Anonymity
Ok, I hope this makes up for my previous emoness. =P
Pairing/Fandom: AlucardxSeras/Hellsing
Theme: 1. Anonymity, or, "Taken by the Faceless Stranger"
Title: "Romance is Overrated"
Author/Artist: Me
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. If I did you can be damn sure Hellsing wouldn't have ended the way it did. *throws things and acts like a violent lunatic and gets tranquilized and taken to the happy home*
Warnings: OMG. Where to start... shadow tentacles. bestiality. penetrating the weirdest orifices EVAR, even for a smut fic. shadow everthing. light bondage. light shadow tentacle bondage. if that hasn't already squicked you out, I don't think anything can, so read all you like. :P
"You never do anything romantic, Master." Seras had complained one day as they finished another violent mating session.
"Romantic?" He had laughed, giving her an incredulous look. "You don't want romantic."
"Yes, I do!" She'd insisted.
"Very well, then."
And two nights later, there he was: hat pulled over his eyes, single rose on his lap. He rose, keeping his hat covering his face in shadow, and walked to her. "Here is your romance, Draculina." He wrapped a silk ribbon around her wrists and tucked the rose into it so that the thorns dug into her skin.
He carried her through to wall to his room and put her in his coffin. She let out a surprised noise when he laid her down; he had put red silk sheets on the coffin's mattress.
Things went as usual with him on top of her. Then, suddenly, he was all shadows and eyes and teeth. His shadows wrapped around her wrists and ankles, restraining her more than she was and forcing her to submit to him and his hell hound form's growing member. Surprised and not really into the idea of having sex with a many-eyed dog (or so she tried to assure herself), she squirmed only to find that it was very useless. He pushed into her and thrust a few times, though the swelling soon put an end to that as it locked him into her.
She began to get used to this form, even reaching up as much as she could while restrained and petting his sleek black fur. He gave a low growl and licked her neck and face and breasts.
Then, just as suddenly as he had transformed into a hell hound, his shadows increased in number and invaded her every orifice. Her Master often teased her by penetrating her bottom with a finger or a shadow, since in death it was really only useful for pleasure. But this time he wasn't limiting himself to just her backside-- she opened her mouth to yelp as a shadow tendril wandered up a passageway she knew full well no one should ever probe, at least not in infection prone human women. Her cry died before it escaped, pushed back by the shadow that had invited itself into her mouth and throat.
Most hentai that she had watched out of teenaged curiosity as a young police officer only showed the tentacles paying attention to the main orifices-- the mouth, vagina, and backside. However, Alucard was inviting himself into anything that had an opening: nose, ears, tear ducts, and even that unexpected third cavity near where the hell hound's normal anatomy had penetrated her.
The tendrils all thrust in and out of her at vary speeds. Something wisped over her clitoris periodically, and whenever it would she would shudder and moan in climax-- the nerve stimulation everywhere else in her body was already pent up, waiting on him to bring her to it each time.
Just when she thought she would go insane if she had another orgasm from all this tactile sensory overload, she felt his cool stickiness fill her. The shadows dissipated, and suddenly it was just her Master on top of her in his human form. His ankle-length hair covered both of them.
"That was... good." Seras sank back against the thin pillow. "Can we do that again sometime, Master?"
His only reply was an amused laugh. She smiled up at him sheepishly. She supposed romantic vanilla sex was a bit overrated. Well, maybe a lot overrated.
Pairing/Fandom: AlucardxSeras/Hellsing
Theme: 1. Anonymity, or, "Taken by the Faceless Stranger"
Title: "Romance is Overrated"
Author/Artist: Me
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. If I did you can be damn sure Hellsing wouldn't have ended the way it did. *throws things and acts like a violent lunatic and gets tranquilized and taken to the happy home*
Warnings: OMG. Where to start... shadow tentacles. bestiality. penetrating the weirdest orifices EVAR, even for a smut fic. shadow everthing. light bondage. light shadow tentacle bondage. if that hasn't already squicked you out, I don't think anything can, so read all you like. :P
"You never do anything romantic, Master." Seras had complained one day as they finished another violent mating session.
"Romantic?" He had laughed, giving her an incredulous look. "You don't want romantic."
"Yes, I do!" She'd insisted.
"Very well, then."
And two nights later, there he was: hat pulled over his eyes, single rose on his lap. He rose, keeping his hat covering his face in shadow, and walked to her. "Here is your romance, Draculina." He wrapped a silk ribbon around her wrists and tucked the rose into it so that the thorns dug into her skin.
He carried her through to wall to his room and put her in his coffin. She let out a surprised noise when he laid her down; he had put red silk sheets on the coffin's mattress.
Things went as usual with him on top of her. Then, suddenly, he was all shadows and eyes and teeth. His shadows wrapped around her wrists and ankles, restraining her more than she was and forcing her to submit to him and his hell hound form's growing member. Surprised and not really into the idea of having sex with a many-eyed dog (or so she tried to assure herself), she squirmed only to find that it was very useless. He pushed into her and thrust a few times, though the swelling soon put an end to that as it locked him into her.
She began to get used to this form, even reaching up as much as she could while restrained and petting his sleek black fur. He gave a low growl and licked her neck and face and breasts.
Then, just as suddenly as he had transformed into a hell hound, his shadows increased in number and invaded her every orifice. Her Master often teased her by penetrating her bottom with a finger or a shadow, since in death it was really only useful for pleasure. But this time he wasn't limiting himself to just her backside-- she opened her mouth to yelp as a shadow tendril wandered up a passageway she knew full well no one should ever probe, at least not in infection prone human women. Her cry died before it escaped, pushed back by the shadow that had invited itself into her mouth and throat.
Most hentai that she had watched out of teenaged curiosity as a young police officer only showed the tentacles paying attention to the main orifices-- the mouth, vagina, and backside. However, Alucard was inviting himself into anything that had an opening: nose, ears, tear ducts, and even that unexpected third cavity near where the hell hound's normal anatomy had penetrated her.
The tendrils all thrust in and out of her at vary speeds. Something wisped over her clitoris periodically, and whenever it would she would shudder and moan in climax-- the nerve stimulation everywhere else in her body was already pent up, waiting on him to bring her to it each time.
Just when she thought she would go insane if she had another orgasm from all this tactile sensory overload, she felt his cool stickiness fill her. The shadows dissipated, and suddenly it was just her Master on top of her in his human form. His ankle-length hair covered both of them.
"That was... good." Seras sank back against the thin pillow. "Can we do that again sometime, Master?"
His only reply was an amused laugh. She smiled up at him sheepishly. She supposed romantic vanilla sex was a bit overrated. Well, maybe a lot overrated.