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Category:
Hellsing › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,189
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Hellsing, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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No one challenged me to write this, I just... did, and it's probably the smuttiest thing I ever wrote. (Which may not be saying THAT much, but please do heed the warnings). I enjoyed it though, and I hope you do too. (It's somewhere under 500 words but I lost count...)
Pairing: Integra Hellsing/Yan Valentine.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sex. Het. BDSM. Abuse. Language.
Other: AU. Not-as-dead-as-he's-supposed-to-be Yan.
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Integra Hellsing was having so much fun she almost dropped the leash.
It was the combination of the tongue moving so deeply inside her with the almost painful pressure of the lip rings digging into her labia.
"If you stop..." she choked out, "You are so... much deader..."
The vibrations of Yan's answering laughter finally pushed her over the edge into orgasm.
She yanked his head up and stared at him a bit.
"You find me funny?"
"Endlessly."
"Pardon me, Yan?"
"Fuck yeah."
"That's better. Get on your back."
"Yes, dear Integra."
She hit him hard on the back with the leash then.
"Are you being impudent with me?"
"Absolutely not."
"Excuse me, Yan?"
"Fuck no."
She began stringing chain through his nipple rings and tying it to the bedposts, humming a little tune.
She tied down his hands and feet, then hovered over him, staring into his face.
"You're probably hoping to get off yourself, aren't you?" She reached down and gave his swollen cock a tug.
"Abso-- sure, fuck, why not."
Integra nodded and moved her face down. She toyed with the ring at the tip of his erection with her tongue for a bit. He made a sound and tried to raise his hands. Integra then shook her head.
"Changed my mind." She sat up again.
Yan rolled his eyes and she slapped him hard across the face.
"Respect!"
She straddled him then, rubbing her dripping vulva over his shaft.
"So what would you give to be inside me, Yan Valentine?"
He stopped struggling against the bonds for a moment.
"My immortal soul?"
She raised her fist. "You want some more of this?"
He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists as she continued to rub against him.
"I could promise to stop calling you a vicious cock-teasing hellbitch," he suggested, remaining motionless.
"That's no good."
"Well then, there's always the possibility you might come again, if that does it for you."
Integra appeared to consider a moment, then put the tip of him inside her and lowered herself completely. She began moving, agonizingly slowly.
"Grateful?"
Yan was wincing. "Certainly... I mean fuck yeah... I mean, harder, damn it!"
She muttered something about taking no orders but her own eyes were closed as she gripped his waist tightly and moved on him faster.
She reached down and touched her own clitoris.
"I could do that better," he suggested.
"You wish," she moaned. But she was already coming wetly around him and suddenly so was he. He arched his back to the extent he could move and shot into her.
He pulled against the leather one last time and said something that was neither "fuck" nor "Integra."
Probably it was "Mistress."
Pairing: Integra Hellsing/Yan Valentine.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sex. Het. BDSM. Abuse. Language.
Other: AU. Not-as-dead-as-he's-supposed-to-be Yan.
Release
Integra Hellsing was having so much fun she almost dropped the leash.
It was the combination of the tongue moving so deeply inside her with the almost painful pressure of the lip rings digging into her labia.
"If you stop..." she choked out, "You are so... much deader..."
The vibrations of Yan's answering laughter finally pushed her over the edge into orgasm.
She yanked his head up and stared at him a bit.
"You find me funny?"
"Endlessly."
"Pardon me, Yan?"
"Fuck yeah."
"That's better. Get on your back."
"Yes, dear Integra."
She hit him hard on the back with the leash then.
"Are you being impudent with me?"
"Absolutely not."
"Excuse me, Yan?"
"Fuck no."
She began stringing chain through his nipple rings and tying it to the bedposts, humming a little tune.
She tied down his hands and feet, then hovered over him, staring into his face.
"You're probably hoping to get off yourself, aren't you?" She reached down and gave his swollen cock a tug.
"Abso-- sure, fuck, why not."
Integra nodded and moved her face down. She toyed with the ring at the tip of his erection with her tongue for a bit. He made a sound and tried to raise his hands. Integra then shook her head.
"Changed my mind." She sat up again.
Yan rolled his eyes and she slapped him hard across the face.
"Respect!"
She straddled him then, rubbing her dripping vulva over his shaft.
"So what would you give to be inside me, Yan Valentine?"
He stopped struggling against the bonds for a moment.
"My immortal soul?"
She raised her fist. "You want some more of this?"
He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists as she continued to rub against him.
"I could promise to stop calling you a vicious cock-teasing hellbitch," he suggested, remaining motionless.
"That's no good."
"Well then, there's always the possibility you might come again, if that does it for you."
Integra appeared to consider a moment, then put the tip of him inside her and lowered herself completely. She began moving, agonizingly slowly.
"Grateful?"
Yan was wincing. "Certainly... I mean fuck yeah... I mean, harder, damn it!"
She muttered something about taking no orders but her own eyes were closed as she gripped his waist tightly and moved on him faster.
She reached down and touched her own clitoris.
"I could do that better," he suggested.
"You wish," she moaned. But she was already coming wetly around him and suddenly so was he. He arched his back to the extent he could move and shot into her.
He pulled against the leather one last time and said something that was neither "fuck" nor "Integra."
Probably it was "Mistress."