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Adult +
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4
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The Lockup
Pairing/Fandom: Alucard/Seras, Hellsing
Theme: 18. the lockup, or "Drop the soap, baby."
Title: Boredom
Author/Artist: SystemAurora
Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing and make no money off of this.
Warnings: play torture with hair clips, bondage
Alucard was beyond bored. He glanced at his fledgling, who was dozing peacefully in his coffin. He leaned back in his chair, contemplating asking Integra to summon him so he could wander the mansion a bit until Seras awoke. But the idea of begging his Master to summon him was too degrading, even for him, so instead he did the next best thing.
"Master?!" Seras sat bolt upright in the coffin, eyes wide and unfocused from being pulled so abruptly out of her deadened state. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Taking off your shirt. What did you think I was doing?"
"Well, taking off my shirt, I suppose. But Master, *why* are you taking off my shirt?"
Alucard smirked and finished unbuttoning her pyjama top, pushing it away from her abundant breasts. "Because I can't do this while you're wearing it." He pinched her nipple and quickly attached a small metal butterfly clip to it. Seras didn't seem to realize what he'd done, so he grinned and repeated the process on her other nipple.
"Can I go back to sleep now?" She asked bemusedly. "I'm rather-- ouch! Bloody hell!" She made a grab for the apparently newly-biting butterfly clips, but Alucard managed to grab her hands before she could touch them.
"Leave them." He bared his teeth at her. "I like them."
She squirmed in pain. "God, Master! It hurts! What the hell were you doing in my vanity?"
"I was bored." He replied simply. He grabbed the long since abandoned pair of white panties on the dungeon floor and wrapped them around her wrists tightly, then hooked them on a peg used to secure the lid of the coffin.
"Master!" Seras's cheeks pinkened as she fought the binding. "Let me go!"
"I will. Eventually." He assured her, then went about amusing himself with the rest of the hair clips. Three clamped in a line down her stomach, one on each side to hold the inner labia to the outer, and one clipped to the hood of her clitoris. Of course, his fledlging was struggling so violently by the time he started with the first of the labial clips that he had to hold her ankles still with his shadow hands, lest she hurt herself with the clips.
"Master! Stop this! Master!" The hard metal clips were digging into her soft, sensitive flesh, making her squirm harder with each passing moment. "It hurts, take it off! Ouch, Master!"
Her pleas, combined with the decorative metal butterflies on her body, were quite arousing to him. He flicked his tongue over her swollen, tortured nipples, eliciting a moan from Seras. He licked the other one, then between her legs to make sure she was properly wet. She was more than adequately lubricated, he found, and still pleasantly perfumed with leftover heat pheremones. Even coming out of heat, her scent was enough to make him instantly fully hard and ready to ravish her body anew.
He leaned on her shoulders for support and plunged into her, making sure to nudge the butterfly clip on the hood of her clitoris. She screamed and arched her back underneath him, the clips on her stomach pressing hard into his. "Master, Master, Master!" Seemed to be all she could gasp.
"Naughty fledgling." He took her lower lip between his sharp teeth. "You're enjoying this."
"Master!" She cried.
"Yes, that's it." He turned his teeth on her soft, slender neck. "Scream for me." Every sound she made was driving him wild, making him thrust in and out of her at a speed humans would have deemed Olympian. He forced her head back, exposing that lovely vein to him. "Scream while I feed from you."
She rewarded his bite with an earsplitting soprano shriek of ecstasy and pain, desperately grinding the metal butterfly on her most sensitive area against his thick mound of hair. Keeping one hand on her head to ensure she didn't move and have him nick an artery, he let the other one snake down to the clip and play with it a bit more vigorously.
She inhaled sharply and bucked her hips against his, meeting his every thrust with pleasured cries and intense tightness. With his lips still over her jugular and his nose pressed up against her neck, he inhaled deeply to fill his senses with her arousal. The fragrance instantly worked as it had been intended to, and with a primal snarl he leaned back and let his tensions pulsate into her.
Fortunately, he remembered the hair clips before she had finished climaxing, and he pulled them off before they could cause her any real pain. He then released her ankles and wrists from their bonds and closed the wound in her neck.
"Thank you, Master." Seras snuggled up to him as soon as he'd collapsed on top of her in utmost relaxation.
He laughed softly when he felt her fall back into deadness a few seconds later. Another hour down, twenty-seven more to go.
Theme: 18. the lockup, or "Drop the soap, baby."
Title: Boredom
Author/Artist: SystemAurora
Disclaimer: I don't own Hellsing and make no money off of this.
Warnings: play torture with hair clips, bondage
Alucard was beyond bored. He glanced at his fledgling, who was dozing peacefully in his coffin. He leaned back in his chair, contemplating asking Integra to summon him so he could wander the mansion a bit until Seras awoke. But the idea of begging his Master to summon him was too degrading, even for him, so instead he did the next best thing.
"Master?!" Seras sat bolt upright in the coffin, eyes wide and unfocused from being pulled so abruptly out of her deadened state. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Taking off your shirt. What did you think I was doing?"
"Well, taking off my shirt, I suppose. But Master, *why* are you taking off my shirt?"
Alucard smirked and finished unbuttoning her pyjama top, pushing it away from her abundant breasts. "Because I can't do this while you're wearing it." He pinched her nipple and quickly attached a small metal butterfly clip to it. Seras didn't seem to realize what he'd done, so he grinned and repeated the process on her other nipple.
"Can I go back to sleep now?" She asked bemusedly. "I'm rather-- ouch! Bloody hell!" She made a grab for the apparently newly-biting butterfly clips, but Alucard managed to grab her hands before she could touch them.
"Leave them." He bared his teeth at her. "I like them."
She squirmed in pain. "God, Master! It hurts! What the hell were you doing in my vanity?"
"I was bored." He replied simply. He grabbed the long since abandoned pair of white panties on the dungeon floor and wrapped them around her wrists tightly, then hooked them on a peg used to secure the lid of the coffin.
"Master!" Seras's cheeks pinkened as she fought the binding. "Let me go!"
"I will. Eventually." He assured her, then went about amusing himself with the rest of the hair clips. Three clamped in a line down her stomach, one on each side to hold the inner labia to the outer, and one clipped to the hood of her clitoris. Of course, his fledlging was struggling so violently by the time he started with the first of the labial clips that he had to hold her ankles still with his shadow hands, lest she hurt herself with the clips.
"Master! Stop this! Master!" The hard metal clips were digging into her soft, sensitive flesh, making her squirm harder with each passing moment. "It hurts, take it off! Ouch, Master!"
Her pleas, combined with the decorative metal butterflies on her body, were quite arousing to him. He flicked his tongue over her swollen, tortured nipples, eliciting a moan from Seras. He licked the other one, then between her legs to make sure she was properly wet. She was more than adequately lubricated, he found, and still pleasantly perfumed with leftover heat pheremones. Even coming out of heat, her scent was enough to make him instantly fully hard and ready to ravish her body anew.
He leaned on her shoulders for support and plunged into her, making sure to nudge the butterfly clip on the hood of her clitoris. She screamed and arched her back underneath him, the clips on her stomach pressing hard into his. "Master, Master, Master!" Seemed to be all she could gasp.
"Naughty fledgling." He took her lower lip between his sharp teeth. "You're enjoying this."
"Master!" She cried.
"Yes, that's it." He turned his teeth on her soft, slender neck. "Scream for me." Every sound she made was driving him wild, making him thrust in and out of her at a speed humans would have deemed Olympian. He forced her head back, exposing that lovely vein to him. "Scream while I feed from you."
She rewarded his bite with an earsplitting soprano shriek of ecstasy and pain, desperately grinding the metal butterfly on her most sensitive area against his thick mound of hair. Keeping one hand on her head to ensure she didn't move and have him nick an artery, he let the other one snake down to the clip and play with it a bit more vigorously.
She inhaled sharply and bucked her hips against his, meeting his every thrust with pleasured cries and intense tightness. With his lips still over her jugular and his nose pressed up against her neck, he inhaled deeply to fill his senses with her arousal. The fragrance instantly worked as it had been intended to, and with a primal snarl he leaned back and let his tensions pulsate into her.
Fortunately, he remembered the hair clips before she had finished climaxing, and he pulled them off before they could cause her any real pain. He then released her ankles and wrists from their bonds and closed the wound in her neck.
"Thank you, Master." Seras snuggled up to him as soon as he'd collapsed on top of her in utmost relaxation.
He laughed softly when he felt her fall back into deadness a few seconds later. Another hour down, twenty-seven more to go.