30 Lemons

Pairing/Fandom: Alucard/Seras, Hellsing
Theme: 21. Alone Time, or, "When I think about you I touch myself".
Title: "Day Dreams"
Author/Artist: Me!
Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing or Alucard or Seras. because if I did there would be a heck of a lot more Hellsing hentai.
Warnings: light BDSM/bondage themes that don't actually happen.


Seras could tell that it was nearly noon, but she still couldn't quite get to sleep. Her urge to sleep was quarreling with her urge to get off, and she knew the only way she could have the former would be to do the latter first.

The only catch was that nothing seemed to interest her enough to fully arouse her. She tried thinking about things that usually excited her: deep kissing, romantic settings, gentle caresses...

But they did nothing for her. Actually, they'd been working for her less and less since she'd died.

"I'm never going to get to sleep at this rate!" She wailed in frustration. A tiny little fantasy niggled at the corner of her mind, and she was too tired to fight it.

Her Master had her bent over his lap, helpless. She squirmed, but he simply laughed at her embarrassment. He pushed her skirt over her hips and pulled her panties down around her knees.

"It's time to teach you a lesson, Police Girl." He spoke to her, his voice barely above a whisper.

"No, Master, please..." She whimpered.

His hand caressed her backside, massaging it. Just as she was beginning to enjoy it, he brought his hand down against her right cheek with a sharp slap. She yelped in surprise and nearly jumped off his lap.

He held her in place and gave similar attention to the left one. Then with that smug smile of his, he massaged her again before spanking her again, this time catching both sides equally.

That did it, damn it. Warmth tingled through Seras's entire body. She took the fantasy a bit farther and pictured her hands bound while her Master disciplined her. "Master..." She moaned aloud, rubbing herself more vigorously.

As she collapsed against the coffin mattress in blissful relief, she realized that there was another presence lurking in her mind. "You called for me?" She could hear his smug smile.

"Master!" She was certain her cheeks must be flushed, despite her undead state. "How much did you see?"

"Enough."

"That was private!" She wasn't sure if she should be excited or indignant with knowing he'd been watching her fantasy, so she settled for a mix of the two.

"You called for me."

He did have a point.

"Well... don't get any ideas, Master. I'm going to sleep now." She rolled over, pressing her burning cheek into the cool pillow.

"Of course not." His laugh filled her head. For some reason, she wasn't comforted. "Sleep tight, Police Girl."