Sacred Lineage

Ah, finally a bit of citrus-y goodness for those of you who have been waiting for it. A bit of well-aged butler for our dear Integral..Anything for the Queen, and England, right? (WxI, generation gap, M/F, Lemon)

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Walter watched his daughter as she slept. He was absolutely sure that she did not know that she was his daughter. If she had known, there would be some kind of indication off and on. Indeed, he was in many ways glad that she did not know, as the knowing would have made things difficult from time to time. Especially now, when she was going to be giving orders in earnest soon. She could not allow something simple like a tie of blood interfere with the running of the Hellsing Organisation. Still, though, there was a part of him that would have loved for her to have called him \"Daddy\" when she was younger. A part of him that longed for the things he had seen in the park, a little girl running to hold him to hug him or show him a flower.

Not that Deirdre hadn\'t done these things in her youth, just that she had done them with the butler...and not with her father. There seemed a small lack in Walter\'s mind because of that. On the other hand, had Integral gone along with the sperm bank idea, Walter wouldn\'t have had the small comfort of knowing who her father was. It was clear that Integral had chosen well, at least in passing the traits she desired on to her daughter.

He looked at the clock, it was well after two. He decided that she would probably not awaken, and went to his own rest. He would be taking Sir Integral to Cromwell Hospital in the morning, and he knew that he would need the rest.

The images from his past followed him.

It had been a few days since he had taken the research documents to Integral. He had been trying to not think about the possibilities too much. It was almost too much to bear, he had secretly desired her for a very long time. A slight breath of air alerted him to the one behind him.

\"Alucard.\" The butler looked into the Vampire\'s red eyes. \"What can I do for you?\"

The Vampire didn\'t say anything for a long time. Walter wondered if he was trying to hold his anger in, or if he even knew anything at all, but the timing was almost too certain to be coincidental.

\"Walter, take care with my Master.\" Alucard\'s tone was extremely guarded, and it was impossible to read anything into what he was saying. \"Do not injure her. She is very fragile inside.\"

Walter looked at Alucard, for the first time understanding what he truly felt for Integral. How could he have been so blind? Alucard, for all his attitude and sly dark sarcasm truly loved Integral. How difficult this moment must be for him. The woman who he loved was going to have a child with another man...another man that Alucard respected, and Walter hoped even liked.

\"I will do my best for her, Alucard.\" Walter responded earnestly.

\"I know you will. Were it anyone else, I would be in a rage. I can understand her reasoning, though, and she would hardly allow a Dhampyr to run Hellsing.\"

Walter knew that was true. She might want the Monster (and indeed, Walter was relatively sure that she did), but she would never have a child with him. Right now, the child was the important factor. Besides, he still wasn\'t sure if insanity ran in the bloodline, and there was no doubt that Vlad Tepes wasn\'t exactly sane--even when he was technically alive.

The two men considered each other, one of them closer to insanity than the other could know, or even understand.

\"She\'s asked for you, Walter. She asked me to send you to her.\" His voice was as quiet, and as close to defeated as Walter had ever heard it. When he looked up with a few words of comfort, the Vampire was gone.

Walter hesitated for a few moments. He had no desire to cause Alucard pain. There were those that believed that the Vampire had no feelings, but Walter knew better. He also knew that Integral had broken the news to him herself rather than trying to hide it. Walter actually felt a little naughty, on his way to have an illicit affair with Sir Integral, and indeed, he could feel heat starting to rise on his face.

It was an oddly blushing Walter that knocked upon Integral\'s office door.

It was an oddly blushing Integral that opened the door next to it: the door to her bedroom.

\"Did you think we were going to do this on my desk, Walter?\" She needled him a little.

\"Absolutely not, Sir Integral,\" he responded, blushing even deeper. \"Alucard didn\'t tell me where to find you.\"

\"I suppose he didn\'t.\" Integral sounded a bit wistful. So, she felt something for the Vampire as well? Another interesting development. He looked, really looked at Integral. She was dressed in a way that he hadn\'t expected, a satin sleep shirt of tawny gold. She looked very much like a lioness except for the expression in her eyes.

She opened the door to her bedchamber fully then. \"Won\'t you come in?\"

He could hardly imagine a more awkward situation. He knew that Integral cared about him, that much was for certain sure. How, exactly, though was difficult to say. She would have put much thought into the father of her child, that much was clear, but on the other hand, who else was there? Who else would guarantee her privacy? Who else could give her the freedom to continue to run Hellsing? What man would allow her to name her child Hellsing? Even Alucard would be unhappy about a child named Hellsing. That irony struck him fully.

She sat down on the bed, and regarded him with wide eyes. He smiled at her reassuringly and sat down beside her.

\"Odd, I always imagined this moment would be different.\" She whispered.

\"What did you imagine?\" He asked, wondering even then if it was unwise to ask.

She didn\'t answer, but lifted eyes heavy with tears to his. He put his arms around her then, and bent down and kissed her on the lips. He had only intended it as comfort, he was surprised by the passionate reaction in her. Even as silver tears slid down her face, she pulled him closer.

The Ice Maiden was melting. He ran his hands gently over the satin, just stroking her back and shoulders for the moment. He eased off for a few moments, making her wait. Kissing her and stroking her hair had started a hundred thousand of his own fantasies. He remembered the advice of a long-dead companion. The easier and slower at the first, the more she will enjoy it at the end. When she is no longer afraid, then is the time to bring her to pleasure, and then and only then should you take your own. Later things will change, but the first time sets a woman\'s entire outlook on love. You don\'t want to make someone else fix your mistakes.

He opened his eyes, and what he saw made him expect to not see hers open at all. There were still tears, but they seemed to be stopping. He could feel her breath as he began to kiss her more deeply again. She was warm and responsive in his arms, and her hands were wandering quite distractingly. Her touch was a bit hesitant and unsure, but he had expected that. He wondered as he worked down a bit to her neck and began to kiss and lick up toward her ear how long it would be before she was not afraid. He had not been with a woman in a long time, and it was difficult for him to remain in control.

She moaned. His hands were doing magickal things and they had never left her back. They were moving slowly, massaging her even as his mouth was massaging her mouth, her throat, her ear...one hand came around and began a slow journey on her belly stroking gently. She was making little moaning noises in the back of her throat, and every once in a while he\'d hit a sensitive spot and she would moan into his mouth. He began stroking her breasts, and she could feel the nipples harden under the cloth. She was suddenly very hot, feeling very overheated, but he for some reason would not let her remove her clothing.

\"Not yet, my Integral.\" He kissed her deeply again, and did manage to get his shirt off without making her aware of the fact. \"We\'ll take care of everything in due time.\"

\"Mmmmmmmm.\" She moaned again as her hands came in contact with now-bare flesh. Her hands wandered with a bit more surety now, and when he opened his eyes to check on her he only saw bliss. His hands wandered downward now, and over her flat belly to her thighs. He continued to stroke her slowly as he used his mouth and tongue to excellent effect. He began to pull her gown up and was surprised to note that she was not wearing any underthings. Of course, he had known that she wasn\'t wearing a brassiere, but he had expected some delicate panties of one kind or another. One of his hands stroked between her thighs, and she opened for him like a delicate flower. Obviously, she had either read up on what was going to happen, or perhaps he really was that...she\'d been reading trashy romance novels, he was sure of it.

He pulled up her nightgown more, exposing her beautiful breasts. She felt the air on them, and the nipples grew even harder. He bent to them, and she surprised him by arching up to his mouth, almost purring as the sensations of his mouth started to drive her slowly insane. One of his hands crept back down between her thighs and began to stroke her essence.

She was moaning continuously, and he felt that the time was right. He began to kiss down her belly, making his way very slowly with kisses and licks to her slit. The first kiss, a gentle french kiss upon her clitorous, had her grinding against his face and crying out. He continued this kiss, and slid one finger, than two, up inside her. He managed to get himself completely undressed with his other hand, and he was unsure whether she knew or not.

She felt it then. At first, barely out of the range of her perceptions, a glowing light that threatened to engulf her. She screamed, and screamed again as the orgasm washed over her. He pulled his fingers from her and she almost cried, moaning her frustration at suddenly being empty. He would have asked her permission, but as soon as he touched her entrance she grabbed him and pulled him inside her. He was sure that his buttocks were bleeding, he could feel her fingernail marks scoring him.

It only made him want her more. He ground into her deeply, she showed no evidence of pain at all when he felt himself break through her maidenhead. She only groaned and pulled him into her harder. It was more than he could bear easily. He tried to hold back long enough to give her pleasure again, but it had been too long. In a few moments he had spilled his seed inside her.

He would have withdrawn from her then, but she clung to him and did not let him go. \"Please, Walter, spend the night.\"

That actually surprised him. He had expected her to ask him to leave immediately following.

\"Certainly, I would be happy to stay with you.\"

She snuggled up beside him, and he thought that she was asleep before he finished answering her.

The alarm went off. His eyes flew open and he was slightly embarassed at the stickiness of the sheets. He had thought he was only thinking about this when he came to bed, but apparantly he had dreamed of it. Again.

Integral had become pregnant from that one night, and that was the only night that Walter had been given with her, but he always remembered the vision of Integral by candlelight. She had been so young, so beautiful. She was still beautiful, but her illness was stealing her youth. He dressed carefully and went down the stairs to the kitchen, then mounted them once again with Sir Integral\'s breakfast. He hoped she\'d eat today, but one never knew.