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Hellsing › AU - Alternate Universe
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
20
Views:
13,100
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Wardrobe
Pairing/Fandom: Hellsing-- Alucard/Seras
Theme: 7. The Wardrobe, or, "I Feel Pretty!"
Title: "Quickie"
Author/Artist: Me.
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own anything mentioned in this fic.
Seras was near tears after an unsuccessful hour of shopping with her master.
"Nothing fits!" She despaired. "I'm tired of this, Master. I wish I'd gotten surgery before I died so that one of these dresses would actually fit."
"Stop whining, Police Girl." Alucard pulled her further into the store and suddenly found himself perfectly at eye level with the lace-covered groin of a mannequin. "I think this section will be more promising."
"Master!" Seras was shocked. "I can't wear underwear to Sir Integra's dinner!"
"Quiet. It's for after that." Alucard dug through a rack. "What are your measurements, fledgling?"
"Master!" Seras's eyes darted around to make sure no one was within earshot.
"Here." Her master thrust something black with lots of buckles into her arms and shoved her in the general direction of the fitting rooms. "Try it on."
She sighed and trudged into an empty room. She stripped out of her skirt and blouse and removed her bra. She didn't see any reason to take her panties off.
"You probably should," Her master spoke to her telepathically. "We wouldn't want them to get in the way."
Grudgingly, she removed her panties and set them on top of the clothes pile. She wrestled the skimpy outfit off the hanger and pulled it over her head.
"How does it fit, Police Girl?"
Seras tugged on the cups futilely. "Terribly. It's too small."
He materialized behind her, and she barely managed to keep from shrieking. "It is most definitely not too small." He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. She watched his eyes fixate on her white breasts, which were barely contained in the small cups. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover them as tears filled her eyes.
"Nothing ever fits! I look ridiculous. No one would ever be turned on by this..."
Alucard pried her arms off of her chest and pressed her into the wall. "Am I supposed to be disgusted by the fact that your breasts are overflowing your top?" He pinned her arms against the wall. "That sort of stupidity cannot go unpunished."
Before Seras could open her mouth to speak, he'd lifted her off the ground. "Be a good Draculina and wrap your legs around me." He ordered, his tongue entering her ear. She obeyed, and he began fondling her nearly-exposed breasts.
"Master," She breathed, wetness forming between her open legs.
"Shh. You must be completely silent." He had that insane grin on his face again. "You wouldn't want me to stop, would you?"
Seras shook her head. Right now, she wanted anything but that.
Theme: 7. The Wardrobe, or, "I Feel Pretty!"
Title: "Quickie"
Author/Artist: Me.
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own anything mentioned in this fic.
Seras was near tears after an unsuccessful hour of shopping with her master.
"Nothing fits!" She despaired. "I'm tired of this, Master. I wish I'd gotten surgery before I died so that one of these dresses would actually fit."
"Stop whining, Police Girl." Alucard pulled her further into the store and suddenly found himself perfectly at eye level with the lace-covered groin of a mannequin. "I think this section will be more promising."
"Master!" Seras was shocked. "I can't wear underwear to Sir Integra's dinner!"
"Quiet. It's for after that." Alucard dug through a rack. "What are your measurements, fledgling?"
"Master!" Seras's eyes darted around to make sure no one was within earshot.
"Here." Her master thrust something black with lots of buckles into her arms and shoved her in the general direction of the fitting rooms. "Try it on."
She sighed and trudged into an empty room. She stripped out of her skirt and blouse and removed her bra. She didn't see any reason to take her panties off.
"You probably should," Her master spoke to her telepathically. "We wouldn't want them to get in the way."
Grudgingly, she removed her panties and set them on top of the clothes pile. She wrestled the skimpy outfit off the hanger and pulled it over her head.
"How does it fit, Police Girl?"
Seras tugged on the cups futilely. "Terribly. It's too small."
He materialized behind her, and she barely managed to keep from shrieking. "It is most definitely not too small." He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. She watched his eyes fixate on her white breasts, which were barely contained in the small cups. She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to cover them as tears filled her eyes.
"Nothing ever fits! I look ridiculous. No one would ever be turned on by this..."
Alucard pried her arms off of her chest and pressed her into the wall. "Am I supposed to be disgusted by the fact that your breasts are overflowing your top?" He pinned her arms against the wall. "That sort of stupidity cannot go unpunished."
Before Seras could open her mouth to speak, he'd lifted her off the ground. "Be a good Draculina and wrap your legs around me." He ordered, his tongue entering her ear. She obeyed, and he began fondling her nearly-exposed breasts.
"Master," She breathed, wetness forming between her open legs.
"Shh. You must be completely silent." He had that insane grin on his face again. "You wouldn't want me to stop, would you?"
Seras shook her head. Right now, she wanted anything but that.