30 Lemons

Pairing/Fandom: Hellsing-- Alucard/Seras
Theme: 3. The Sexuality of Terror, or, "Help, I'm Out of Control, Thank God!" AND 12. The Garden, or, "The Great Outdoors."
Title: "Those are some big fangs, Mr. Baskerville."
Author/Artist: Me.
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own anything mentioned in this fic, including but not limited to Hellsing, Sherlock Holmes, trees, and revealing lingerie.
Warnings: bestiality (in case you hadn't already figured that out!), non-consensual (ish?)


The corners of Alucard's mouth turned up as he watched his fledgling "wander" around the property behind the Hellsing Manor.

"This is one heck of a dream!" He heard her mumble as she walked further into the trees. "I wonder when I'll wake up..."

He stalked after her, controlling her movements with his mind. With a flick of his finger, he changed her out of her oversized pajamas and into a thin white negligee that barely reached the top of her thighs. She looked down and blinked at the change, but seemed to take it in stride. This was all just a dream, after all.

She shivered in the November air, and he let her wrap her arms around herself. They were now well into the heart of the patch of wilderness his Master had never bothered to deal with. It served its purpose best this way, he thought.

Alucard released his police girl into her own willpower and transformed into his most terrifying hell hound form. "I'm coming for you." He growled, making sure she had a healthy dose of irrational fear--make that terror-- using a simple vampire brainwashing technique. It wouldn't work fully on her, but it would do enough.

Seras jumped and turned around, her blue eyes growing wide when she saw him. She screamed and tore through the woods, and he followed her, naturally.

He felt her fear and relished it, fed off of it. She scrambled over fallen trees and under low-hanging branches, trying to get away from him. Even running her fastest, she was no match for his speed in hellhound form. He bounded after her, sometimes letting her think she was losing him before getting so close to her that he could nip the sheer fabric of her night dress.

She was a fun play thing! She cried and stumbled and crawled and tried to pick herself up at just the right times. But the chase became boring before long, so he tackled her onto the ground. Her nipples were quite hard from the cold, and the white fabric left her practically exposed. He bared his teeth against either side of her neck, pressing in just enough to make her feel them. He stood over her body triumphantly.

"This hurts! Dreams aren't supposed to hurt. How can this be real? It can't be real!" She was crying and shivering and still so terrified; it aroused him to see her cowering under him like this.

"Lie completely still or I'll rip your throat out." He used telepathy to keep from having to move his physical mouth.

"Oh God, oh God..." she sounded as if she might faint.

"Quiet." He tilted his head so she could see all of his eyes. She shook violently under him, still trying not to move.

He forced himself between her legs and thrust into her, soaking up her panic as he pumped in and out. She whimpered, apparently not enjoying the way he was using his hold on her neck to move her for his pleasure.

His thrusting slowed as his animalized penis swelled further, filling her and keeping her locked to him. He released her neck, knowing she wouldn't be able to get away from him at this point. Or at least, she wouldn't be able to without causing herself significant pain and damage.

"Why are you doing this, Master?" She was still shivering and crying quietly, but her terror was starting to wear off. "Why are you hurting me?"

He lapped the tears off of her face. "Why, because it pleases me, of course."